unable to run from my destiny

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choi-jihun:

When it seemed like she was actually going to go along with what he said, he allowed his focus to shift back to where the other werewolves were still standing. He could sense their irritation from where he was standing, but they weren’t making their way towards them. At least they knew that spilling their secret to a human wasn’t worth it. Jihun hadn’t expected her to say anything else to him. They’d just go inside, sit separately, wait for her ride, and then he’d be allowed to go on his way. So, her words startled him back into focusing on her. “You – you’re rather shameless.” Demanding different things after he had offered to buy her coffee. It was as though she had no manners at all. “Alright, fine,” he relented, “We’ll go get fishcakes. But you can settle for water or cola. I’m not buying you soju.” She was already delirious enough while talking to him. He wasn’t ready to deal with her after she had had a drink. There was no telling how long he’d be waiting there with her. If her boyfriend was already that late, then there was a chance he wasn’t going to show up at all and – what had he gotten himself into again? He was already starting to regret his decision to get involved. He’d have to text his secretary, inform her that he might not be making it back to the office that night. Jihun forced his hands into the pocket of his coat before he nodded his head in the direction of the stall she insisted on going to. “Well, come on then.” Without waiting for her, he started towards the fishcake stall, but still glanced behind him on occasion to make sure she hadn’t stubbornly wandered off down the alley again. “You should probably try messaging your boyfriend. Maybe he got stuck in traffic or something.” He doubted it, more because he still wasn’t sure the guy existed than anything else, but maybe it was true.

“You don’t have to if you don’t want to. I’ll just be headed my way...” But he already cut off that option when he agreed to buying it. Damn. Seungah had never been all that good with observing and understanding her surroundings. So she had no idea that something could have been amiss. Well other than the creepy ahjusshi that was just standing before her now trying to kill her perhaps. What had she done in her life that merited such a terrible fate? She had been good and had done good. Sure she had sometimes lied in small ways and maybe she was not as filial as she should have been. But was it worth dying? Heart pounding, she worried as she began to walk towards the stall that she pointed out. Why was he not just leaving her? She worried that maybe he would take her phone if she tried to call someone. But then at the same time he knew that someone was coming for her. Or had he read through her lie? Eyes shifting, she looked up at him every few seconds as small steps took her to the stall. He could not kill her there right? Or what if this was his area and he could do whatever he wanted since everyone was his person. However his next words gave her confirmation that maybe he was not going to steal her phone if she tried and she nodded profusely. Or was this some sort of test to see how long he had to try and kill her? Quickly she pulled out her phone and dialed a number for her father but then he would worry every time she walked home. Instead she just messaged her roommate, asking her to come get her and to bring her boyfriend with her. Explanations would come later if Seungah made it out of this alive. For now that seemed plausible but would he just kill her after feeding her? Was he some sort of weirdo psycho like that? “He’s almost here,” she declared in case he wanted to use this chance. But what if she dug her own grave and now he would just kill her faster? 

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choi-jihun:

Creepy? Jihun forced himself to take a deep breath to calm down. Though, he wasn’t angry, just in such a state of shock that he knew that if he attempted to open his mouth to speak the only thing that would come out would be a garbled mess of words. And as a lawyer, he refused to be known as someone that couldn’t keep his cool enough to actually say something intelligent. Besides, he couldn’t exactly blame her for feeling that way. It was what he got for trying to help someone that didn’t even know they were in trouble. His father’s bad karma had all been passed on to him. “I’m sorry,” a poor attempt at an apology, “it’s just – a lot of people have been mugged while walking down that street alone. If you were from around here you’d know to avoid it this late at night.” While he knew that wasn’t far from the truth, it wasn’t all that close either. But if she wasn’t from around here then she was most likely human and he wasn’t about to go spilling secrets that would cause her to freak out even more – or worse, think of him as a psychiatric patient that had just escaped for the sole purpose to torment her. He lifted a hand to wave her towards the building, trying to get her inside as quickly as possible. “Alright, alright. I don’t care who’s coming just get inside until they get here.” To give her some space, he took a few steps back. The urge to do what she said and leave was strong, but he knew the second he was gone she’d probably try to venture out on her own again. She had already started walking, after all. If she did have someone then they were late. “I’d feel much better about all this if I waited with you. I’ll sit somewhere else if you prefer, but at least let me buy you something warm to drink while you wait.”

Why was he not willing to leave her alone? That was all she could wonder and her imagination started to run far ahead of reality. There were a lot of things too different about that night. After all why had there been  detour when there never was? Why did she feel like she was being watched for so long? Why did this man show up out of nowhere? And now why was he insisting that they go into this cafe? Seungah did not have answers to any of these questions but she also knew that something was very very off. What had she done to deserve a mob boss on her back? She had never gotten involved in a crime or seen something that she should not have seen. So what could it possibly be that had their attention on her now? Was she important without even realizing it? All these crazy thoughts going through her mind, she began to walk carefully forward since it really did not seem that this man was about to leave her. The door to the cafe was opened and as she took small steps towards it, fear coursing through her whole body, she looked around and pointed straight ahead to another store. “I want soju and fishcakes not coffee.” Because she knew the owner of that store better than this one. And why was he asking her into this one? What if everyone inside was planted by him so that she’d be surrounded by his people and he could just kill her without anyone seeing. No she couldn’t take that risk and she tried to wear a brave face despite the fact that internally she was freaking out. Though she had never been a great actress so her words were coming out rushed and anxious. “That stall. I want to wait for my boyfriend there.” Once more emphasizing the nonexistent boyfriend. 

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choi-jihun:

His attention remained divided between the young woman standing before him to the people he knew weren’t too far away from them. He had hoped they had no knowledge of who he was because while his presence could keep them at bay if that were the case; it might cause more problems if they did. Sometimes, very rarely, he did hate his career. Her demand brought his gaze back towards her and caused his eyes to widen a fraction at the same time. “Sneak up on?” he repeated the question, shaking his head in disbelief. Sure, he might have thought he was being a little too quiet also, but it wasn’t like he was being purely silent. Or like he had come out of the shadows to talk to her. The shop door closing behind him hadn’t been the most gentle of things, surely she should have at least heard that, right? “If you’re going to be walking around this late at night you should really pay more attention, you know. I don’t think what I did could really be considered sneaking.” Jihun let out a sigh as he brought a hand up to comb through his hair. Unsure of what to do to get her to trust him even slightly, he wavered in his previous decision to try and help her. He knew how to win over clients, not some stranger he met on the streets. “Do you not have someone to pick you up? I can call you a taxi myself, if not. Either way, I think we should wait in that shop there until they arrive.” He offered, hoping the fact that she’d be around other people would ease her mind a little.

Seungah was still trying to recover from the scare while also trying to figure out if she was going to be murdered that night by someone in the mob. She did not even know that this city had a mob but of course it would. Of course there would be an underground mafia type thing and he looked like he definitely belonged to it. The way his words were delivered like each was telling her to be more careful. And she took it as a threat, a passive aggressive one. Where he told her “be careful. Wouldn’t want anything to happen to you” and what he meant was that he was going to do something to her. Which was why Seungah observed him with more caution, not daring to be as brave as she had been before. He was not sneaking up on her which meant he was dangerous enough to say that he was purposefully following her? Maybe he was the one that she felt was watching her. It was possible given the way that he had just appeared out of no where. “I was being careful. You’re the one who is being creepy.” She argued, hoping that a loud voice and feigned bravado would get her out of being killed that night. “Yeah, someone is on their way to meet me.” She did not want him to think she was alone and a perfect target. Oh god! “My boyfriend! He is coming!” What a lie. She had no one and not wanting to worry people she hadn’t even told them where she was or when to expect her. Now she’d be murdered and no one would even know. Looking at the cafe, she nodded, speaking very quickly. “Okay, I’ll wait inside. You can go now. I’ll go too. Thanks for the concern Mr.Suit. ” 

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choi-jihun:

One step out of the late night coffee shop into the cool air and he could already sense them. Like some terrible villain in a b-rated movie, they chose to lurk in the shadows to prey on some unsuspecting passerby. It was because of times like these that he sometimes questioned why his kind found it odd that everyone still treated them the way they did. With a huff of annoyance, he turned and began to head back to his office where a mountain of case files continued to wait for him to comb through. He had made plans to get through them before two o’clock that morning so he could go home and get some much needed rest, but all thoughts of that flew right out of his mind the second he glanced up and caught sight of just what, or who in this case, had the werewolves’ attention. Jihun brought a hand up to pinch the bridge of his nose before finally moving in her direction once more. His hand was back at his side by the time he was close enough to her to stop. “You might want to take a different street. This one isn’t safe at this time of night if you’re on your own.” He warned. Though, he was no longer sure if those words coupled with the suit he was wearing made the whole situation seem less intimidating for her or more so. “Do you have any money? It might be best if you call a taxi.”

She was an adult. Seungah had to remind herself of this because in that moment she was feeling awfully childish. Monsters of the night were only figments of a child’s imagination, kiddish things to be scared of. She wasn’t sure why she felt so on edge that night, walking slowly and hoping that it wouldn’t take too long for her to get home. This unnerving sensation that something was going to happen was hard to shake and no matter how much she just wanted to write it off, act like she was not scared and tell herself that she was being ridiculous, it was difficult for her to do. And this paranoia was not helped when a voice spoke from before truly giving her a heart attack. “Oh my god!” She jumped, turning around to see an older man clad in what she assumed was a very expensive suit standing there. His words of warning were nothing compared to the way her heart just dropped in her chest at his sudden appearance like a ghost. “Do you always sneak up on people like that?!” The young woman demanded, hand automatically going to her chest as she attempted to slow her heart rate back down. Looking him up and down, she wondered if he was threatening her or advising her. The little courage she felt with the demand seemed to wane because there had already been that pesky survival instinct and his words did not help her calm down. 

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&&.—a night different from the rest

FOR: @choi-jihun

Late night classes allowed her to get ahead on her requirements. Enthusiastic to get started in the real word, perhaps idealistic about what her future would look like, the young woman always took as many credits as possible. It was her fast track to actually starting to work. But it also meant that she was walking the streets far after sundown, a fact her guardians did not know. This was the reason that she stayed in a dorm after all. If she told her foster parents the fact that she was away from them and taking night classes like this, they would have a stroke. So without letting them know, she went about her regular walk home, the chill of the night keeping her alert. But there were some nights, every so often, that Seungah couldn’t help but feel there were eyes following her. Somewhere that she didn’t know, there was someone watching. Every time she just passed it off as paranoia. Who would be there? It was ridiculous. Tonight was no different. She took her standard route home. Until she hit the barricades for roadwork, directing her to take a detour. Perhaps tonight was different.