fake / 𝓼𝓶𝓲𝓵𝓮

another night, another party, sayin' hi to everybody. i’m sorry, it's time to leave, i gotta leave now. got somewhere i gotta be now, i'm starving. can somebody walk me to my car? if I go alone, i'm not gon' make it very far. i'm happy for the LOVE and all of the above. if I'm being honest, i done been through way too much. i won't say i’m feeling fine, cuz i can't lie. FUCK A FAKE SMILE. [mobi.]

[schmidtsburg]

[hyeyawnn]

lvckpicks‌:

✦ ◜closed starter.◞ — @hyeyawnn.

it wasn’t as if he’d purposely ignored hyeyeon in hong kong, in fact he’d spent a good twenty minutes searching for her in the penthouse before giving up on the idea of seeing her the night of the party. she was free to do whatever, so he just hoped she was having fun doing just that. but it’d been a while since he’d even spoken to her and that causes him to react, to seek her out so that they could at least exchange a simple ‘hello’. he finds her in the lobby, thankfully, making his way over to her before she can make it out of the door and into the world beyond it. “hye, wait.” alexander calls out, gently reaching out to grab her hand in further hopes to catch her attention before she leaves. “i haven’t seen you in a few days — was beginning to worry.” the male starts, a small sigh falling from his lips. “how are you? looked for you at the party but i couldn’t find you.”

hyeyeon  had  stayed  at  the  penthouse  until  the  party  truly  fizzled  to  an  end  ,  when  everyone  had  filed  off  —  alone  ,  or  in  pairs  ,  she  had  stayed.  there  was  something  numbing  ,  about  buckets  that  held  champagne  ,  the  ice  long  melted  into  water  ,  glitter  from  decorations  knocked  onto  the  hardwood  floor  ,  HAPHAZARD cushions  on  the  sofas.  it  felt  like  a  dreamscape  ,  and  hye  longed  for  the  entire  night  to  have  been  one  long  nightmare  ,  so  that  she  didn’t  see  the  man  she  loved  leading  another  girl  out  of  the  party  with  a  look  in  his  eyes  she  knew  all  too  well  ,  and  her  best  friend  didn’t  mock  her  for  waiting  for  him  so  relentlessly.  if  it  had  been  a  NIGHTMARE  ,  she  wouldn’t  have  had  to  eventually  retire  to  her  suite  (  alone  )  and  drink  wine  from  the  minibar  ,  alone  ,  crying  and  watching  the  lights  twinkle  in  tear  -  crafted  starbusts  on  hong  kong’s  skyline  until  sleep  inevitably  crashed  over  her  in  the  chair  she’d  pulled  up  by  the  window.

it  is  DAYS  later  when  she  sees  lex  again  ,  although  she  was  trying  not  to.  when  she  tries  to  feel  like  a  person  again  ,  and  not  the  utterly  unlovable  creature  she’d  convinced  herself  she  must  be.  she  tries  to  ignore  him  ,  to  pretend  like  she  didn’t  hear  him  call  her  name  and  like  her  heart  didn’t  race  at  the  sound.  but  he  grabbed  her  hand  ,  so  she  was  FORCED  to  acknowledge  him.  she  withdraws  it  immediately  ,  and  puts  both  hands  in  her  pockets  ,  taking  a  little  step  away  from  him.  “  you  don’t  have  to  worry  about  me.  ”  she  answers  evenly  ,  unable  to  look  at  him  without  seeing  the  smile  he  gave  to  someone  else.  she  has  no  right  to  be  upset.  he  wasn’t  hers.  she  knew  what  they  were  from  the  start  ,  but  she’d  gotten  attached  anyways.  “  i  looked  for  you  ,  too.  although  ,  i  found  you  a  little  too  LATE.  “  she  sends  him  a  tight  -  lipped  smile.  “  yori  had  a  good  laugh  about  that  one.  “

[hyeyawnn]

mononokeran‌:

open starter !

ran isn’t particularly good in formal situations—not ones where she’s not pretending to be someone or something else, anyway. she’s leaning against a wall, deck of cards out and shuffling them constantly, occasionally flicking one into the air or up her sleeve. it’s not late enough to get drunk ( and in all honesty, she doesn’t feel in the mood for drinking at all today ) or to leave—and she’s not sure she wants to, but she hates feeling useless, hates idling without purpose when it’s not in a familiar setting. “ so, ” she says, raising one brow at the person standing closest to her, “ do you want to see a magic trick? ”

hyeyeon’s  tugging  her  skirt  DOWN  —  it  was  her  decision  to  show  so  much  skin  ,  but  she’s  still  careful  to  walk  the  line  between  elegance  and  promiscuity  with  a  precariously  struck  balance.  she  was  hoping  she’d  see  lex  tonight  ,  after  he’d  shown  up  in  a  suit  ,  with  flowers  ,  and  taken  her  on  what  she  would  call  a  date  ,  perhaps  she  had  gotten  her  hopes  up  that  something  real  might  come  of  them.  so  far  ,  though  ,  he  was  nowhere  to  be  found.  however  ,  the  night  was  young  ,  and  she  had  plenty  of  time  to  find  him  later.  she  plucked  her  first  glass  of  champagne  for  the  night  off  of  a  tray  ,  and  made  her  way  to  the  EDGE  of  the  room  ,  smirking  a  little  when  she  saw  ran.  “  hey  you  ,  “  she  greeted  ,  leaning  against  the  wall next  to  the other.  when  she  spoke  ,  hyeyeon  grinned  ,  amused.  “  sure  ,  “  she  said  ,  making  a  gesture  that  said  ‘  by  all  means  ‘  ,  “  go  for  it.  ”

[hyeyawnn]

ohcker‌:

                    time   &.    time again he has let himself down    &.    he keeps on coming back to the bottle for more. his own intoxication    ,    nauseating    ,   sedating the fear. part of him wonders if he addicted to illness because the sicker he feels     ,     the more he wants to fall asleep    ,    surfeited in the arms of someone who he does not know.      ❝   i might not get a chance to do this again.  ❞      the truth    ,     marking him as thrice-damned:     earth damned   &.    god damned     &.    devil damned.  he swings freely in that in-between space that is neither day nor dusk nor night nor twilight trapped seconds   ,    forgotten moments.     ❝ im dying.  ❞     a whisper that floats past the suspended stars    ,   one he cant quite hear through the spinning in his own head.  

hyeyeon’s  gaze  remains  ABOVE  yori’s  head  for  a  little  longer  ,  searching  ,  seeking  for  something  she  knows  deep  down  will  never  arrive.  the  name  of  their  crew  meant  ghost  in  japanese  ,  and  likewise  ,  phantoms  were  in  the  air  ,  spilling  secrets  and  spreading  rumors  ,  overheard  conversations  leading  hyeyeon  to  realize  that  perhaps  she  isn’t  a  romantic  lead  in  a  DRAMA.  perhaps  she  is  the  side  -  character  who  gets  overlooked.  who  all was  taking  care  of  yori  ?  who  all  was  taking  care  of  lex  ?  she  could  think  of  many  names  associated  with  both  men.  but  ,  who  all  was  taking  care  of  hyeyeon  ?  she  couldn’t  THINK  of  a  single  person  whose  intentions  weren’t  entirely  self  -  based.  “  you  definitely  won’t  get  a  chance  if  this  is  what  kills  you.  “  she  remarks  ,  and  it  comes  out  harsher  than  she  means  for  it  to.  “  sorry  ,  i  —  “  a  deep  ,  frustrated  sigh  escapes  her.  it’s  hard  enough  admitting  her  feelings  to  herself  -  but  trying  to  translate  them  to  her  third  language  while  UNDER  the  influence  proves  to  be  nearly  impossible.  “  i  know  you  can  take  care  of  yourself.  i’m  just  worried.  “  a  slight  lie.  she  was  more  than  worried  ,  she  was  frustrated  ,  she  was  exhausted.  however  ,  she’d  do  her  best  to  keep  the  other  from  knowing  her  TRUE  feelings.

[hyeyawnn]

daehwvns‌:

he was on his fourth glass of bourbon when he felt like he had to stop asking the bartender to keep them coming in order to keep being functional; not really feeling like facing the consequences of being hungover the next day when he could’ve been spending the time actually having fun around the city for this trip the mastermind set for them. being passed out drunk surely isn’t something that daehwan wanted especially in occasions such as this ( perhaps, contrasting to what others might be planning ) yet he also knew that leaving the bash without feeling even just a little buzzed isn’t an option. so he remains on his spot by the wall, like a spectator waiting for something interesting to happen in the crowd – which grows smaller as hours pass and people ( mostly in pairs ) started to leave the place to go about their own business. daehwan’s in the middle of taking yet another sip from his glass ( supposedly last for the night ) when he felt the light tap on his shoulder effective enough to catch his attention. turning around, daehwan immediately found himself locking gaze with hyeyeon; amused smile already threatening to shape his lips as he listened to her – then, he chuckles as words meant to play along her little game already out of his lips before he can stop them. “ not as often as used to – do you? ” smirk forms on his lips as he finishes his interrupted sip; gaze never leaving her as he shifts his weight comfortably by leaning against the wall.

his  gaze  was  enough  to  nearly  knock  the  breath  from  her  lungs  ,  but  that  might  have  been  the  champagne’s  influence  more  so  than  it  was  his.  careful  eyes  caught  the  twitch  at  the  corners  of  his  lips  ,  and  knew  before  he  opened  his  mouth  that  he  would  PLAY  along.  how  good  it  felt  ,  to  be  noticed.  not  because  he  wanted  something  from  her  ,  but  just  to  talk  to  her.  most  of  her  evening  she  had  felt  invisible  ,  used.  daehwan  didn’t  make  her  feel  that  way  ,  she  noticed  immediately.  it  was  like  her  negative  emotions  evaporated.  she  mirrors  his  smirk  ,  shifting  a  little  closer  to  him  (  subconsciously  )  as  he  leaned  against  the  wall.   “  no  ,  actually.  i’ve  NEVER  been  here  before.  “  a  light  laugh  escapes  her.  “  that’s  one  reason  why  it’s  such  a  special  occasion.  i  got  all  dressed  up  and  everything.  “

[hyeyawnn]

[ @daehwvns ]  truth  be  told  ,  hyeyeon  had  yet  to  actually  enjoy  hong  kong.  perhaps  it  was  her  FAULT  ,  she  could’ve  taken  her  newly  pocketed one  hundred  and  seventeen  million  won  and  gone  shopping  ,  or  sight  seeing  —  but  she  had  been  jet  -  lagged  and  exhausted  and  slept  until  it  was  time  to  get  ready  for  the  party  ,  more  or  less.  but  now  ?  she  was  wishing  she  hadn’t  come.  she’d  already  spent  a  good  portion  of  the  night  trying  to  find  lex  and  getting  a  HEADACHE  but  no  buzz  from  champagne  ,  and  then  mothering  yori.  the  final  straw  had  been  when  she  saw  one  of  her  good  friends  ,  eden  ,  sneaking  off  with  the  man  she’d  spent  most  of  her  evening  waiting  to  talk  to.  OUCH.  a  shot  of  vodka  preceded  her  decision  to  just  leave  ,  but  on  her  way  to  the  door  her  eyes  landed  ,  once  again  ,  on  daehwan.  this  time  ,  she  decided  ,  she  would  do  what  she  wanted  ,  and  not  what  might  be  good  for  someone  else.  she  approached  ,  tapped  the  taller  one  on  the  shoulder.  “  come  here  often  ?  ”

[hyeyawnn]

ohcker‌:

                    he remembers the sweetness that turned her mouth into Cleopatra’s lips      ,      his hands into Antony’s tragedy. see    ,    fruits are only decadence here. vineyards enchant him for the wines of white hands are his temptation    &.       besides    ,    the opium is glamorus here. these things he tries to hide.      ❝     im just tipsy    ,    i promise.  ❞     &.    for a second with the carpet beneath their feet   ,    her fingers on his pulse    &.    between his teeth    ,    he knows the ancient obsession. his skin is a canvas stretched over wooden bones.      

( closed event starter    /    @hyeyawnn      )         

she’s  a  little  preoccupied.  her  dress  is  a  little  too  short  ,  a  little  too  tight  ,  and  normally  she  has  no  issue  with  that  sort  of  thing  ,  but  tonight  ,  it  traps  her  in  her  body  ,  alone  with  her  anxiety  ,  like  a  CAGE  ,  like  a  prison  cell.  she’d  been  watching  for  him  all  night  ,  lex  ,  and  he  had  yet  to  say  hello.  she  thought  it  was  casually  cruel  ,  for  him  to  make  her  yearn  for  him  and  then  leave  her  hanging.  she’s  had  quite  a  bit  champagne  ,  but  she’s  no  lightweight  ,  and  the  bubbles  in  her  brain  fail  to  do  the  job  of  distracting  her  from  the  hurt  of  rejection.  hyeyeon’s  eyes  end  up  landing  on  the  mess  that  is  yori  ,  and  she  finds  herself  checking  on  him  ,  are  you  okay  ?  honey  ,  you’re  drunk.  he  negates  her.  typical.  she  sighs  ,  touches  his  cheek.  “  you  sure  know  how  to  make  a  girl  worry.  “  her  eyes  flicker  away  ,  land  across  the  room  ,  on  daehwan.  there’s  a  thought.  not  now.  “  what’s  gotten  into  you  ?  “

[anastasiaromnov]

Mythology Poster Set → 12 Olympian God(des)s ( Athena )

ATHENE (Athena) was the Olympian goddess of wisdom and good counsel, war, the defence of towns, heroic endeavour, weaving, pottery and various other crafts. She was depicted as a stately woman armed with a shield and spear, and wearing a long robe, crested helm, and the famed aigis–a snake-trimmed cape adorned with the monstrous visage of the Gorgon Medousa (Medusa). (x)

[hyeyawnn]

hyeyeon + hong kong bash

[hyeyawnn]

name / alias: robyn but i also go by dumbass

age: twenty-two

height: 5′2.5′’?? (at least shorter than cait confirmed)

time zone: cst

zodiac sign: libra sun / pisces moon / aries rising

a fact about you / your personality: i cry constantly but i’m chillin

an unpopular opinion you have: converse high is a bad song

favorite fictional characters (any in general): jade west (victorious), ilya devorak (the arcana), spencer reid (criminal minds), riku (kingdom hearts), emma (tgwdlm),  saeyoung choi (mystic messenger), violet baudelaire (asoue)

favorite fictional villain(s): petra solano (jane the virgin), heather chandlers (heathers the musical), jason dean (heathers the musical), shego (kim possible), draco malfoy (a very potter musical), lucio (the arcana)

favorite color(s): pink

hogwarts house: ravenclaw

best school subject(s): creative writing, linguistics, english, theatre

worst school subject(s): math >:(

mac or PC: PC but i’m buying a mac too??

android or ios: iphone till i diephone

day or night:  night

coffee or tea: both !!!

favorite food / dish: bitch catch me on that kbbq lifestyle

favorite movie: heathers, the emperor’s new groove, and mamma mia

favorite show: literally any show w gordon ramsey, asoue, black mirror, stranger things, the office, strong girl do bong-soon, w: two worlds

favorite holiday: hhhh my birthday

[hyeyawnn]

lethalgem‌:

                                       hyeyeon .  though he hasn’t quite heard it from anyone ,  he   knows   there’s something going on between her    & .    yoori’s ex lover ,   the man he once loved more than he had ever loved another soul .  it’s the most awfully kept secret in yokai ,  he thinks .  thus the peculiar     tension    between the two individuals .   is yoori supposed to be upset with her    ??     of course not ,  he has moved on ,  he’s found another and fallen in    love   .  he’s found    happiness    again ,  in  reece .  that ,  however ,  doesn’t erase the tension that has settled upon the two .  

                                         jeweled digits tap leisurely against the glass ,  a cigarette still propped securely between two lithe fingers .  the query is received with       silence ,  as he brings the bottle to his lips once again .  perhaps ,  to buy himself more time to think of a proper answer to such question .            “        i’m fine .  just . .   stuff .  don’t worry ,  babe .       “        comes a mutter .  a lie   ??     only partially .  

                                           as much as he enjoys the silence ,  there’s an urge in the back of his head to shatter it .        “       and you    ??      “    .

turbulence  has  always  been  frequent  in  hyeyeon’s  life  -  ever  since  she  felt  the  first  strike  of  a  lover’s  hand  across  her  face  ,  to  when  she  ran  away  from  home  ,  and  now  ,  it  continues  ,  years  later  and  miles  away.  except  the  issues  are  no  longer  external  forces  ,  no  longer  stifling  parents  and  abusive  men  ,  but  are  rather  caused  by  her  own  feelings.  it  is  not  just  her  inability  to  sleep  ,  but  also  the  crushing  feeling  of  recognizing  that  she  is  in  love  with  lex  ,  and  knowing  that  he  can’t  give  her  what  she  wants  from  him.  then  ,  the  GUILT,  of  sleeping  with  daehwan  ,  wondering  which  one  of  the  two  she  will  end  up  hurting.  still  ,  she  has  to  choose  her  own  happiness  at  home  point  ,  right  ?

“  stuff  ,  ”  she  repeats  the  other  ,  with  an  almost  playful  lilt  to  her  tone.  “  how  specific  of  you.  ”  she  finishes  her  glass  of  wine  and  the  tipsiness  finally  begins  ,  buzzing  at  her  temples  ,  fingers  ,  and  toes.  she  gently  waves  her  hand  in  the  air  ,  physically  manifesting  her  urge  to  BRUSH  the  question  away.  “  certainly  ,  fine.  ”  she  muses  ,  nearly  sounding  sarcastic.  “  i  will  be  ,  at  the  very  least.  “  she  has  a  sudden  urge  to  change  the  subject  ,  not  wanting  to  dwell  on  herself  -  she’s  not  worth  being  the  topic  of  focus  ,  she  hates  that  sort  of  attention.

“  do  you  like  it  ?  ”  hyeyeon  asks  them,  suddenly  and  without  much  context.  “  your  job  ,  i  mean.  i  can’t  imagine  everyone  looking  at  me  like  that.  but  i’ve  heard  you  do  a  good  job.  “  while  she’s  spent  a  lot  of  time  reclaiming  her  sexuality  ,  hyeyeon  might  still be  considered  inexperienced  ,  NAIVE  ,  and  has  always  been  too  shy  to  step  foot  inside  the  club.

[hyeyawnn]

lethalgem‌:

                                     the hefty duffel bag is dropped to the polished kitchen floor ,  both hands raking through the disheveled locks ,  smoke emitting from between the plush lips along with a rather heavy ,  jaded    sigh .  they’re manifestly strained ,  drained ,  and in desperate need for a bottle of liquor to gush it down their throat ,  which is why they accept the woman’s silent offer ,  reaches out to take the bottle from her svelte digits .  

                                       such behaviour is terribly unlikely of them .  they know it is .  yoori zarubin     -     an untroubled   angel ,   with a smile adorning their mien at all times .  now    ??     now it seems as if their     wings    have been ripped off .  the younger of the two offers her a mere hum in response ,  dips their head in a faint nod ,  before slanting their lower back against the edge of the kitchen counter ,  bringing the bottle to their lips .  

                                      “       something like that .       “     .

hyeyeon  supposes  she  should  have  expected  the  other  to  take  the  bottle  from  her  and  press  it  immediately  to  the  plushness  of  their  lips  ,  but  she  still  blinks  a  little  in  surprise  when  they  do.  it  isn’t  a  big  deal  ,  she  knows.  it’s  not  like  she  can’t  get  more.  still  ,  it  caught  her  off  guard.  she  cracks  a  tired  smile  at  her  own  shock  ,  moving  to  sit  on  the  counter  next  to  them  as  they  lean  against  it.

to  say  the  two  weren’t  close  would  be  an  understatement  ,  and  the  tension  she  felt  around  yoori  since  she  started  sleeping  with  daehwan  hadn’t  helped  in  any  regard.  still,  she  tried.  the  elder  crossed  her  legs  ,  nodding  at  the  other’s  vague  response.  “  fair  enough.  ”  she  said  ,  lifting  her  glass  to  her  lips  again  and  taking  a  long  drink.  she  wanted  to  ask  if  they  wanted  to  talk  about  it  ,  but  did  they  know  each  other  that  well  ?  the  silence  between  them  in  that  moment  wasn’t  particularly  uncomfortable.  perhaps  she  could  leave  it  like  that.

still  ,  it  was  in  hyeyeon’s  nature  to  speak  up.  so  ,  she  did.  “  you  alright  ?  ”

[hyeyawnn]

ohcker‌:

                    there is a turtle    ,    curled in the corner of his mind    ,    being crushed under the weight of inflicted splendor. in the blinks of sounds of keys being pressed    ,    morse code on the velvet crushed walls    ,    cries out wicked truths. his head turns when the door was opened    ,    squinting at the light that came from the hall.     ❝   heating pad is on.  ❞      nature doesnt care. oh   ,    how it wishes to devour him. ivy will lace through his bones   &.   rivers will run where his blood once swam.     &.     yet he is told to worship such a fickle mistress. fuck that.       ❝   want me to join you now?  ? ❞     find solace    &.    Saints under ink skies    &.    opium haze.    

(   closed    /     @hyeyawnn     ) 

hyeyeon  had  fallen  asleep  on  time  for  once  ,  only  for  dated  nightmares  that  hung  in  the  back  of  her  mind  ,  like  cobwebs  ,  to  yank  the  solace  of  sleep  from  under  her  feet  and  leave  her  too  busy  reliving  trauma  to  drift  off  again.  memories  of  a  lifted  hand  or  a  landing  blow  had  her  all  but  shaking  as  she  made  her  way  down  the  hallway  ,  to  yori’s  room  ,  where  a  heating  pad  and  a  comfortable  silence  might  quiet  the  roar  of  her  demons.  she  tries  not  to  open  the  door  too  wide  ,  but  she  disturbs  him  anyways  ,  cringing  as  his  head  turns  in  her  direction.  “  sorry.  ”  she  breathes  out  ,  kicking  off  her  slippers  and  finding  her  way  into  his  bed  automatically.  she  won’t  ask  him  to  abandon  his  work  for  her  ,  not  even  hyeyeon  can  be  that  selfish.  however  ,  when  he  asks  ,  she  nods.  “  please.  ”  she  murmurs.  “  i  had  another  nightmare.  ”

[hyeyawnn]

[ @mononokeran ]  “  i  was  beginning  to  think  you’d  vanished.  ”  the  elder  girl  greets  the  resident  magician  with  a  playful  lilt  to  her  tone  ,   as  she  drapes  herself  across  the  sofa  next  to  the  other.  “  i  don’t  remember  the  last  time  i  saw  you  alone.  got  a  minute  to  spare  to  catch  up  ?  ”  the  pair  used  to  be  close  ,  hyeyeon  even  planting  a  few  smooches  on  the  other  when  she’d  taken  in  too  much  sake  ,  but  she  hadn’t  had  enough  time  to  devote  to  the  other  recently.  she  felt  guilty  -  but  ,  rather  than  apologize  ,  she’d  try  to  buy  her  way  back  into  ran’s  favor.  “  i’ll  buy  you  a  drink  ?  ”

[hyeyawnn]

    [  @mrningstars  ]  it’s  been  a  while  since  the  pair  had  gotten  together  -  one  being  an  advisor  and  the  other  a  coordinator,  they  often  had  to  speak  business and  make  plans.  however  ,  they  were  also  close  friends  ,  and  hyeyeon  didn’t  consider  heist-talk  the  same  thing  as  hanging  out.   catching  siyeon  when  they  were  both  free  was  a  real  treat  ,  and  she’d  somehow  managed  to  convince  the  other  to  order  a  late  lunch  ,  which  they  now  ate  while  sitting  in  hyeyeon’s  bed.  “  it’s  really  been  too  long  , siyeon.  “  the  older  girl  said  casually.  “  how  have  you  been  ?  ”  

[hyeyawnn]

lethalgem‌:

closed starter for  @hyeyawnn​  .

                                   a smouldering cigarette propped securely between the plush lips ,  yoori steps into the     exorbitant - looking    building ,  not quite bothering to quieten the noise the front door makes as he slams it shut  (    not to awaken the rest of the members of yokai who ,  he assumes ,  are in deep slumber     )   ,  in spite of the  ungodly hours  .    it’s been a rather lengthy  ,   draining   shift at the club ,  thus the grimness adorning the ebony - haired boy’s countenance as svelte fingers retract the cigarette ,  lips emitting thick vapor as he shuffles into the kitchen ,  the strap of his duffel bag digging painfully into his shoulder .  

                                     hues of brown then land on a figure standing across the spacious room       & .      hint of surprise bleeds into his features as he scrutinizes them in utter silence for a second ,   two .   hyeyeon .   he then rakes jeweled fingers through the disheveled curls ,  drops the hefty bag ,  before reaching into one of the top cabinets for a glass .         “        can’t sleep    ??      “       a mutter ,  uncharacteristically dull ,  gloomy .

hyeyeon  thought  it  was  no  secret  that  she  was  quite  the  insomniac.  sometimes  ,  she  might  find  her  way  into  yori  or  lex  or  daehwan’s  beds  and  then  she  has  no  issue  sleeping  ,  but  none  of  them  were  available  this  evening  ,  which  led  to  her  third  glass  of  plum  wine  in  the  comfort  of  her  plush  bed.  when  she  hears  the  door  slam  ,  her  curiosity  piques  ,  and  she  finds  her  way  into  the  main  room  ,  still  sipping  idly  from  her  glass  as  her  eyes  land  on  the  silhouette  that  had  entered  headquarters.  yoori  -  which  wasn’t  a  surprise  ,  as  they  tended  to  have  late  nights. 

“  when  can  i  ?  ”  she  countered  dryly  ,  aware  of  their  unusual  monotone.  was  she  seeing  a  side  of  them  that  most  people  didn’t  ?  “  long  shift  ?  ”  she  asks  ,  grabbing  her  personal  bottle  of  maesil  ju  from  the  freezer  and  lifting  it  into  their  line  of  sight  wordlessly  :  an  offer. 

[hyeyawnn]

daehwvns‌:

in the fights he’d been before ( whether in the ring or not ), some form resistance to get out of the headlock daehwan had his opponent put in is almost always guaranteed to happen. whether it’s to try to shake him off of them, or at least attempt to push away his arms and free themselves from the imminent choke hold, daehwan expected that such reactions from an opponent on the verge of losing to him. however, the case seemed to have been entirely different with hyeyeon, who showed none of the acts of resistance he expected and even took time to respond to his question instead of taking the chance he’d given her to fight back; to slip away from his grasp and turn things to her favor. all that daehwan felt was the playful squeeze she gave his hand before feeling her back being firmly pressed against his chest – the opposite of what she’s supposed to be doing, but it’s also then that daehwan realizes that the game they’re playing truly isn’t what he initially thought it was. realization hits him, then a smirk tugs the corners of his lips as his arm moves to press a tad more firmly against the base of the woman’s throat; head tilting a little to the side of her face as the lock he had set for her grows a little tighter. “ come on, hyeyeon. give me a little something to work with, ” he teases, “ don’t be too easy now. ”

she  gasps  ,  just  a  little  ,  feeling  his  grip  tighten.  hyeyeon  is  aware  ,  in  that  moment  ,  that  daehwan  has  caught  on  to  her  less  -  than  -  subtle  implications.  “  ‘m  not  -  “  she  rasped  ,  behind  his  grip.  “  -  easy.  ”  immediately  after  ,  her  elbow  connects  into  his  stomach  ,  enough  to  wind  him  without  causing  injury.  she  knows  he’s  tough  enough  that  she  won’t  hurt  him  unintentionally.  when  the  opportunity  presents  itself  ,  she  ducks  out  ,  under  his  arms  ,  freeing  herself  from  his  grasp  and  taking  a  few  steps  back  into  a  defensive  stance.  she  is  breathless  ,  now  ,  sizing  him  up  again.  “  not  bad  for  a  brute,  i  suppose.  ”  she  teases  gently.  hyeyeon’s  aware  that  she’s  a  bit  disheveled  now  :  face  flushed  ,  braids  starting  to  unravel  a  little  ,  pieces  sticking  out  of  the  sides.  “  i  could  do  this  all  day.  ”