ramyun! ;; hoshi x dahye
A few nights ago while he was falling asleep in bed with his laptop open and his fingers still itching to complete a hacking process the alert notification had his falling eyelids fluttering open. The material and information spilling on the screen before his eyes had yet again been a great hit.
It was gold, he was not necessarily doing it for Syndicate as much as himself but he had managed to slither his way into a rival gang’s database, a very prominent and dangerous rival. It had been a great hit and he had gone to bed with an echo of all the names he had found out, now stored for future reference and black mail, hachi was slowly weaving a plan of his own. Once full of deceit and manipulation for his own goal.
With the food bags secured between his arm and chest, Hachi made his way across a street and headed up along the sidewalk. He had a special plan for the evening, some much needed and important socializing with a girl he didn’t necessarily consider a friend but she didnt need to know that. Lately he had been creating more contacts, more contacts meant more news and information, later to be filtered by him in accordance with usefulness. He was lost in his thought when the phone buzzed in his jacket’s pocket and he had an idea of who it was.
Turning into a building, Hachi speed walked his way up to her door with his phone screen lit and his eyes reading over the words echoing her impatience.
[sms; da-ye] Sorry I should have texted earlier but I cant make it tonight. Maybe next time =)
Hitting send, he waits a few minutes before going ahead and pressed the bell ringer. Lips quirked in a small, amused grin he leaned back against the wall, loosely hugging the bag with the food boxes in it.
By the time the message was received, Dahye had been softly snoring on the sofa for the last fifteen minutes, head resting against the armrest and mouth slightly open. Not the most graceful image, although the young dancer seemed to knock out in no time.
Like any other day, it had been long. Rarely did she ever get any days off, with the exception of Sundays. No one else could cover any shifts for her because Dahye was the ONLY person running the studio, cleaning it, paying its bills. Just because her father had invested in the building didn’t mean she was free of paying the rent on it. The remaining time she did have, she spent either in her apartment above the studio, with her parents, or sometimes with friends. Her social life, thankfully, hadn’t died along the way. Partying once or twice a month in a club with her dancer friends from high school and university, it was one of the few times she ever dolled herself up and felt somewhat her age.
Once she heard the knock on her door, Dahye rubbed her eyes together and shuffled over to the door, pink marks of where she had been sleeping etched onto her cheek. “Finally, you’re here with ramen! Thank you!” She exclaimed, voice somewhat hoarse from the nap she just woke up from. The brunette sleepily hugged her friend before stepping out of the way, allowing him to enter.
“Ugh, I should have started boiling water while I was waiting but uh... I sort of fell asleep watching tv.” Little giggles bubbled up out of her, running her fingers through her hair as she waddled her way into the kitchen, small panda slippers placed on her feet.
