Kim Hyuna, keeping up with the family tradition by fighting for galactic freedom as a ground fighter in the Resistance. She'd like to be left alone, but for now she'll bust some First Order heads.
he takes note of the way hyuna walks in behind him, her silence, her carefulness, her agility, the same way he tends to take note of everything she does lately, and he’s not entirely sure whether that’s because she’s beautiful or because she’s dangerous. she obviously is both but which one she’s more of, is the real question here, because jaewon is painfully aware of the fact she, and other women like her, are sometimes more poison and princess, a creature of diamonds sure, but a scorpion nonetheless. and here he is alone with her, although it wouldn’t be the first time he’s gotten stung.
he watches her eye the ships around her, most everything with a hint of trepidation, and he has to remind himself that not everyone has been around as many ships as he has, not everyone has been through what he has. she is a fighter though, and soon to be his crewmate, so he ought to give her some credence, but it still pulls a corner of his lips upward to see her veiled fascination of them all. he wonders if she’s ever been inside a smaller, compacted one before, like the 65 x-wing starfighter a few yards away from them.
at her comment about his conduct though, he just scoffs and chuckles lightly, taking a step away from his favored jetfighter, but keeping his eyes on it for a longer moment. when he speaks, his voice is heavy with ghosts, too many years of discrimination under his belt, too many hard-won scars on his soul to adhere to anyone else’s idealism. “i get on their nerves because they don’t like that i’m actually good at what i do outside of their specified codes of conduct. i don’t follow their rules or guidebooks, because they want everything to be safe and secure and tied up in a nice little bow.” he steps towards her and looks over at her, a soft flame in the gold of his irises. “but this is war, there’s nothing safe and secure about it.”
at her question, he takes a few more steps away from the machine, walking backwards slowly. “tonight? only about a foot—look, see, there are holo-laser traps around the base of it, it’s chained up.” he points to all the places where the plane touches the ground, a light translucent, red ring encompassing each spot. “but someday maybe. that, on the other hand,” he directs her attention to the T-65B x-wing, “is not. we could probably fly all night in that, get it back before anyone noticed.” he cocks his head towards her, the hint of a smile playing on his lips, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “if you’re feeling adventurous.”
Jaewon’s quiet attentiveness is equal parts unnerving and satisfying. Though it is never acknowledged, she’s all too aware of his careful observations whenever they’re within the same vicinity. If only because Hyuna has done the same. A normal habit of hers, but even she must admit she’s cautiously curious, recognizing a certain level of instability and dangerous experiences from the moment she met him. It seems she’s always aligned herself with that sort of people. Rather they want her to or not. It is more of a defensive mechanism than anything else. She wants to learn everything about others whole revealing nothing about herself in the process, a near impossible task. Her desire for a challenge will probably be the death of her someday. Probably.
It is the way he speaks, she realizes, that garners her attention the most. There is something too familiar about it. Like if they took a moment to exchange stories they may find some sort of common thread that pressed the weight of the galaxy against them. She turns to him fully, attention finally captured enough to give her full consideration of his words and once again she recognizes something there. Battle and world weary but still all too eager to do what he will. Odd. Instead of saying that, she chuckles quietly, her shoulders shaking slightly in near silent amusement. “It’s not for us, it’s so they can hold onto their last scraps of humanity without realizing most of us are monsters already and we say it’s in the name of peace.” Hyuna’s disgruntlement was no secret among rebellion members, but she was usually careful to reserve the term monster for private conversation. She didn’t like people knowing what she actually thought of herself. Yet it spills out before she can stop it but she doesn’t take it back, avoiding his gaze instead to stare at the ship again.
The quietness between them is welcomed, a change to remind herself this isn’t the person to discuss the war with, that she needs to be careful.
Look. Turning her attention back to him, she almost smiles as she spots the traps. Once upon a time she knew someone that could get rid of those in a matter of seconds. She’s unfortunately not that good at it however. “No,” she clarifies with a small shake of her head, “I mean later. I always plan ahead.” Which is true despite her aptitude with spontaneous adjustments Hyuna liked having set goals and expectations. It puts her mind at ease. Walking past him, she moves towards the ship in question and regards it quietly for a moment. She’d see pilots go out on these fighters too many times already but had never ventured this close herself before. “I’m always feeling adventurous,” she counters with something akin to amusement in her voice. Glancing at him, a corner of her mouth twitches up again and she raises a brow. “Isn’t it only built for one person though?” An alternative immediately comes to mind despite how silly it is. Still she keeps quietly and turns to him slightly, a small amused smile forming as she does so.
Now people talk around him a lot but it’s only directed at him about five percent of the time. Which means that usually he doesn’t pay attention to the noises around him. But the question is rather specific and to be fair his attention isn’t fully on the blaster anymore considering his inability to find where that particular part is supposed to go. So when a female voice asks him where he found the thing, he looks up. He comes face to face with a rather tense looking female, who he doesn’t exactly recognise - but that’s nothing new, really.
Looking back down at the blaster, he retraces his steps in his mind, thinking of where exactly he picked it up. Luckily his memory is being helpful on that subject, considering it still won’t tell him where he got the mystery part from, so it doesn’t take him too long before he can look back up at the female with him. “Picked it up on my way back from breakfast,” he replies easily, giving her another short look before turning her gaze back down.
A few minutes of not looking at it usually help him with focusing better, a theory which is once again proven true when he, with a start, remembers where he’s supposed to put it back. And so he picks up his tool again to make quick work of dismantling some pieces once more so he can put it back together again properly.
Normally, Hyuna likes to think she does a pretty good job of reigning in her emotional outbursts. Knowing she has a problem with her temper often leads to her avoiding aggravating situations. This is usually done in an effort to not draw attention to herself when she doesn’t want it. There are however, some unfortunate circumstances where Hyuna really cannot control her temper—and she doesn’t want to either. Such as when someone takes her blaster without asking and then proceeds to mess around with it as if it’s a perfectly normal and alright thing to do.
“Ah. Thought so.”
She doesn’t think, doesn’t even consider the action as wrong when she reaches forward and grabs the collar of his shirt. Pulling him up slightly, Hyuna leans forward, her eyes narrowed and jaw clenched. “You have about three seconds to give me my blaster back or your new home will be the infirmary.” Despite her anger, her voice is quiet though it warbles slightly as she prevents herself from yelling.
Perhaps he was simply curious. The modifications Hyuna and Baz Tu had made to her blaster was interesting at least. And a more rational side of her understood the desire to tinker and inspect. But the part of her that never got to keep anything for herself in her life, that part of her wanted to punch him in the throat. People simply shouldn’t touch her things.
seol frowns momentarily at the loss of contact to her hair, alongside the swat against her precious hand, finding the short stacks of her own fringe to fumble with before groaning and stumbling backwards, falling from being upright to a squat that she begins to rock back and forth in. yes, she was nearly 24 and sulking in the middle of the street - what was wrong with that? her features were scrunched up half heartedly in exhaustion, inebriation and annoyance.
“if i have.. short hair, does that mean i’m less important?” her doe eyes are looking upward, trying to recognise a hyuna blurring in and out of her vision as she traces the minuscule lumps of tar peeking through the paved road, happily counting each square centimetre as she gets distracted, once again.
she ponders on the words she understood, attempting to get up but flailing more than standing properly, waking herself up with some obnoxious lip trills as though preparing to sing, or to speak - both of which she avoided habitually. “i like bumps and bruises ~ plus, why would i blame you? there are plenty other people who.. can take the fall in any situation for me.” she wiggles her eyebrows suggestively, knowing well she had just said something she will most definitely regret later on.
Well that was, unexpected? Why is it that when drunk people tend to degrade themselves more than usual? It annoys her and she’d like to tell Seol as much but she’s unsure how she’ll react. And she’s not exactly in the mood to try and corral a drunk person more than she normally does. “I’m going to pretend you didn’t say that.” That is probably the nicest response she could give and even then, her aggravation sounds a little mean to her ears. Though really, Seol probably shouldn’t be surprised with it by now.
Eyeing the other carefully, Hyuna thinks that maybe she should drag her back to base and put her to sleep. She’s drunk and making silly decisions. But Hyuna is curious and concerned that Seol will wander off on her own anyway. Then she would be blamed for it and that was not going to happen. But then she stands properly and seems to be alright for a moment so Hyuna once again decides against it. The little bits of info Seol has revealed throughout the night are also remarkably interesting.
Carefully, Hyuna slinks over and slides an arm around Seol’s shoulders. “You keep telling me all your secrets I might just have to use them.” She pats her cheek and moves away once more. Though the thought is interesting, knowing that Seol has people who would take the fall for her. “Especially about bumps and bruises.” She raises an eyebrow, amused, and starts walking again slowly so as to not leave the other behind.
When he first asked Hyuna about her training, she had been surprised. Neither of them spoke to each other often and really didn’t know all that much about one another outside of their files. She assumed he would want to ask one of the instructors or captains for additional training hours. It is not until she remembers that most of the instructors here are very by the book, safe and understanding, that it makes more sense to her. Hyuna isn’t held back by Resistance standards. She was always willing to get down and dirty when the situation called for it and that kind of fighting took practice. It takes a while coming up with different solutions to dire situations, and Hyuna over time had gotten quite good at it.
She agreed to train together rather quickly after that.
They meet in one of the training rooms early in the morning, before breakfast is even served. She likes it best at this time, when most people are still resting or just getting up. It’s easier to focus during this time of the day. That and she’s admittedly not sure how this will go. If she’s going to get her ass kicked, she’d like for it to be with the least amount of people around.
“How familiar are you with street fighting anyway?” In Hyuna’s opinion, a lot of their files were woefully incompletely and she wasn’t about to waste time with basics if she didn’t have to. She hasn’t even looked at him yet, too busy wrapping her hands to acknowledge him just yet outside of a greeting.
Genuinely hates cardio workouts but they help with stamina
Usually does some form of yoga every day even for a few minutes
Skip leg day?? Not Hyuna. Could crush a watermelon with her thighs.
Mixes it up a lot but rotates through various exercises like lunges, supermans, crunches, pushups, overhead pulleys, chin ups, barbell presses, reverse crunches, etc.
Did I mention she hates running? Because she does.
Random Tidbits
She started her weight training when she was about 17 or so.
Her first real “trainer” of sorts was a Wookie and they were bffs okay
Yoga is her favorite sort of workout actually
Always eats a ton after working out. Like my god this is where her appetite comes from.
One particular morning, Jackson finds a blaster, somewhere on his way back from breakfast. The first thing he notices is that it’s not a regular blaster. The second thing is that there is a particular mechanism to the weapon that instantly sparks his curiosity. Nowhere in his thought process does he think of who the blaster might belong to, because that part has never mattered before in his life. And so, he picks the thing up and takes it along with him.
He goes through the rest of his usual morning routine first, before sitting down properly with the blaster and a few of his tools, so he can start on dismantling the thing to see exactly how it has been put together. He’s decided to do his tinkering in one of the shared spaces, mostly because any of these is at least ten times as big as his room. And he needs his space to be able to take something apart and still know how it’s supposed to be put back together, after all.
Sadly, that is exactly the problem he faces when eventually he starts on putting the blaster back together. There is a very specific part that none of the other blasters he’s ever taken apart used to have, and he’s a little hazy on where exactly he pulled that part out. He’s squinting slightly in order to be able to see better, the tip of his tongue sticking out of his mouth a little as well, all of his attention focused on the device in his hands. Yet the original place of the part continues to elude him, causing him to slowly get frustrated.
Although Hyuna would never like to admit it out loud, she can often be quite scattered brained about miscellaneous things when she’s hyper focused on other things. For instance, when she’s trying to come up with new strategies based off latest intel from spies in The First Order. Of course it’s all simulation, they hadn’t encountered any enemies in a little while. But these simulations are enough to keep Hyuna sufficiently distracted from things she normally would be all too aware of. Like leaving one of her blasters near the mess hall after bumping into an officer.
She knows that she shouldn’t carry around more than one blaster at a time. She knows this, and yet it doesn’t stop her from having at least one, usually two on her person at all times. Even when she sleeps. So it doesn’t surprise her that it takes a while for her to notice that one of her blasters is missing as one is still firmly attached to her hip. But when she finally does, panic sets in upon the discovery that it’s one of her modified blasters.
All her work is forgotten as she goes to retrace her steps. To her surprise, it doesn’t work but then again, she shouldn’t expect a blaster to just be left lying about. Deciding to expand her search circle and maybe ask around a bit, she heads into the common areas of the station. Finding a face she vaguely recognizes is one thing, but to find that her blaster is in front of him partially dismantled is enough to spark her anger. Still, she doesn’t know if it is hers for sure. So, she walks over as casually as she can though her shoulders and arms are stiff at her side. “Hey, where did you get that blaster?” Although she tries to sound casual, it comes off more as monotone in her attempt to hide how aggravated she is in that moment.
Eight days ago, Hyuna’s old communicator started acting up. Though she knew most of the crew wouldn’t contact her again, she had kept it in hopes that maybe just maybe they would try. When it started acting up, she tinkered with it a bit, thinking nothing of it. The technology was old and had been through a lot of moving and action, really it was a miracle it still worked. But once it was cleaned and put back together, to her surprise it continued to give off strange static and noise.
After hours of attempting to pinpoint the cause, Hyuna finally figured it out. Yes, a signal was trying to come through and it was so terribly scrambled she couldn’t get a read on it. Still not trusting most of the people in the station, Hyuna set to work trying to decipher it herself, a task that would take nearly two full days. When she finally deciphered it, she could hardly believe her ears. It was a message from an old crew member, their navigator Elgar Tskar had been trying to get a message to her. He had something that belonged to her father and wanted to return it to her.
The timing seemed all too convenient. She was scheduled to leave the planet with the rest of the lunae squadron in a matter of days. The threat of The First Order looming over the planet certainly didn’t help either. Still, she didn’t report anything to a higher up for one simple reason, their comms units had always been short ranged. If Elgar was able to contact her, then he was already on the planet and there was no point wasting resources to go and find him. Especially not when he wouldn’t be able to trace her location back anyway. This fact didn’t seem to stop him from trying to contact her however. Five days of messages and attempts until he left what he claimed to be one final message.
Hyuna, if you’re still listening, if you’re still here, I’m going to be at the Northern Hills in the morning. If you want what belonged to your father meet me there, if not, I won’t bother you anymore.
She stared at her communicator for nearly half an hour before finally responding, “What coordinates do you want to meet?” She knew this was a terrible idea. Absolutely awful. Yet she accepted the coordinates anyway, and headed out after a sleepless night knowing full and well if she didn’t make it back in time the squadron would leave her.
The moment she saw Elgar Tskar however, every bit of concern she seemed to have about the venture disappeared. It takes everything in her to keep from running over and hugging him. He had always been especially kind to her, teaching her the value and power of words even though she showed in real political interest. As an older Bothan, he had been all too aware of the stereotypes of his species and actively worked to avoid it. Plus, if she remembered right, she could still kick his ass any day of the week. In front of him was a large box, nearly as tall as Hyuna.
“Hyuna my dear!” He greets her in Rodese when she stops a few feet from him. Despite her fear ebbing away, she still holds her blaster carefully and when he starts to reach into his pocket, she immediately holds the blaster up at him. “Well, I suppose I deserve that but I mean you no harm.” He gestures to the box in front of him and pulls out a small key like device from his pocket. “Would you put that thing away?”
She scoffs and raises a brow. “You know me better than that E, old man.” He grins at her words and she almost smiles as well. “What is that anyway?”
He sighs and kneels, opening the box quickly. “It’s an old BD-1 Cutter model vibro-axe.” Turning it, he shows her the axe which despite its age seems in good condition, at one end is a sharp point, and the axe at the other. “Your father modified it to adjust the length. It can give off an eletro-shock too. He sent this to Baz Tu a few years ago. He can’t make it here, so he sent me.”
At his words, Hyuna finally lowers her blaster, unable to take her eyes off the axe now. “Wait—Baz Tu is alive? Is he here? Is he alright?”
“He’ll be fine kid. But he wants you to have this.” He pauses and Hyuna takes the chance to kneel down and pick up the axe. It’s light weight compared to most and comfortable in her hand despite the slight vibration. “You’re going to be needing that, fighting The First Order now. He’s proud of you kid, we all are.”
Hyuna looks away from the axe and stands again, her eyes on Elgar. Though she won’t admit it, the comment fills her with more pride than she expects. “Don’t get mushy on me now E. I’m just a foot soldier I haven’t done anything special.” With a press of a button the axe shortens and she places it back in the box carefully. “Save your pride for when The First Order is gone. And you better be alive to see that happen.”
“Kid, we’re always going to be proud of you, no matter what but when those bastards are gone, I’ll buy you a drink huh?” She nods and the pair of them stare quietly at each other for a moment, a thousand things that need to be said hanging quietly in the air. Hyuna, desperate for comfort for the first time in years, holds herself back from seeking it for fear of seeming weak. And Elgar, surprised by what can change in three years wants to provide some sort of wisdom for her but doesn’t know how. Instead he says: “I’ll see if I can get Baz Tu to talk to you directly. You’ve grown up a lot kid. Just make sure you’re not too grown up when I see you again. It would be a shame if the war took our Angel from us completely after all.”
Swallowing the lump in her throat, Hyuna scoffs and holsters her blaster. “Shut the hell up old man, I’ve never been an Angel.”
“Nah, but you’ll always be ours.” Then for the first time in six years, Hyuna swears she sees tears in his eyes. But he coughs and turns away from her for a moment. “Anyway, I gotta get going and so do you. I imagine you all have a lot of work to do huh?”
He tosses her the key for the box and she catches it, pocketing the device quickly. “Yeah, yeah we do.”
Elgar coughs again and pulls up his mask. “I’ll see you around, alright kid?” With that, he runs back to his speeder and jumps on it, leaving Hyuna standing on the hills by herself. She waits for a little while, just to see if anyone else will approach or if she can pick up any readings on her scanner. Once she’s satisfied that there are no tracers on the box and no one else around, she makes her way back to the station. Several hours later when she loads her personal effects onto the ship, she ignores the curious glances as she cradles the box close to her as if her very life depending on it. Quieter than usual, she isn’t until it is tucked away in her room, away from prying eyes that Hyuna finally relaxes.
Reporting to the damage control station some time later, she’s stopped by one of her commanding officers, asking where she had gone to earlier in the morning. Unconcerned, Hyuna replies, “As I put in the log, I went to follow a lead.”
“And did you find anything of use?”
“Nothing prudent but I’ll see if anything comes from it and let you know, sir.” The answer is hardly satisfactory and one of her colleagues will claim later the sass wasn’t needed. But this officer knows her well enough by now that he isn’t getting anything else out of her today.
“I don’t have the time to deal with this right now soldier. You will report anything to me that you find that is of use, is that clear?”
“As I said sir, you’ll be the first to know.”
It is only the small, amused smirk on his face that tells Hyuna she’s not quite in trouble just yet and takes a seat, waiting for the briefing with the rest of the squad.
It’s hard to believe after being in the same station for months, training and preparing for the ship launch that they would be leaving soon. Truthfully Hyuna couldn’t wait to get off the planet. They’ve been here too long for her tastes and she couldn’t wait to get back on a ship. It seems like enough cause to celebrate a bit.
Considering the preparations, getting leave to go out for the night wasn’t much of an option but she had a couple of bottles of wine saved for such occasions. A few she’s set aside for her and Minhae when the ship is officially in the air but she didn’t mind celebrating a little early. Though it might be a little surprising, the first person she thinks to celebrate with is Yuhwa.
The two of them had trained together the longest, having met previously and then right when they were assigned to this station. While they weren’t a talkative pair normally, Hyuna enjoyed the other’s presence well enough. And in her opinion, the spy could use the chance to unwind a little even if it wasn’t a typical night out for Hyuna. So she shows up at her door with two bottles of Correllian Merlot and a bag of pastries commandeered from the cafeteria.
Three quick knocks and she steps back slightly. As soon as Yuhwa opens the door, Hyuna greets her with a small smile and holds up her offerings. “Wine and dine?”
Ax sat leaning against the rear wall, facing the doorway, elbows crooked over his knees, eyes on an infinite point someplace ahead of him while panting hard. His chest was on fire, and his heart racing like a spooked herd of bordok.
Weapons!
She was insane right?
“You’re kidding right–now?!” He was not nearly foolish enough to say “fist”, hitting Hyuna was difficult (if not almost impossible) and no it was not cause of his usual distaste in hitting a woman. Honestly, she ducked, dodged and weaved around him so much he would have likely given himself a metal now to actually land a blow on her.
“Uh. No preference–I mean no weapons!” No, he didn’t want a weapon cause he was pretty damn sure she would turn disarming him into a rather painful, bruise issuing, mat munching spectator sport.
When Ax had first agreed to train with her, Hyuna had been quite surprised. He hadn’t seemed like the patient sort that was willing to deal with her intensity. Yet here he’s still here, weeks after she first roped him into training and he hasn’t run for the hills yet. She thinks that maybe it’s because he’s a little crazy. Or perhaps she’s underestimated him.
His surprised response is enough to make Hyuna let out a short, loud laugh and she gives him a look that says ‘of course right now idiot.’ Still, she doesn’t try to make him get up from his spot on the wall. Instead, she adjusts her high ponytail and walks to the opposite end of the room. “Catch your breath then. We’re just getting started.”
Picking up two sturdy walking sticks, Hyuna weighs them in her hands for a moment and when she’s satisfied she nods. A remark about The First Order fighting is on the tip of her tongue but she decides to swallow it back. No one needed to be reminded of how that regime fights. Turning to him, she tilts her head to the side, curious. “Unless of course you’re too tired?”
she was all talk and no walk, most of the time. well, more so consider and never carry out. it was the sad cycle of having no way of saying what she felt out loud, but god did the cards flip when she had ale in one hand and an ewok charm clasped tightly in the other. she was slightly off centre, with gravity not quite on her side as she clung onto her senior, not only for support but to get a better look at her defined features. appreciation of beauty and excellence, her sister once called it, as both of them fawned over the latest model, limited edition blaster being advertised in the town centre.
“you have such nice hair ! how come i’ve never noticed? fluffy, soft, nice hair.” she mumbles as she drags her feet a few steps onward, noticing the glances of the few onlookers of whom she returned their looks - with curiosity, and distaste. emotions she is familiar with enough for their gaze to turn before her’s does.
the ends of hyuna’s hair were an obvious option as something to fiddle with, and of course seol’s fingers followed the loose curls as she tried to lead them both forward in urgent bursts of pace. her eyebrows furrow at the statement, a small puff from her nostrils as she shakes her head and presses her pointer finger against the older girl’s lips to quieten her - or, something or that sort.
“i’m a rare edition figurine, trust me.
we leave corellia soon enough - it can’t be far from finished, and i think we totally deserve to know.“ she doesn’t know where it comes from, but it rolls off her tongue anyway. like anything in this state, she slurs her words together so much so she’s lost singing, but she thinks it sounds nice. yeah, why wouldn’t it?
Seol is drunk enough that Hyuna really should just take her back to base and put her to bed. She hadn’t thought that the other had drank quite that much, but apparently Hyuna was wrong. Even so, she makes no move to collect the other and drag her away. If anything, she listens and waits patiently, seemingly weighing her options while giving Seol a change to explain. This is, of course, if the other will even listen to Hyuna in the first place, something she isn’t so sure about.
The playing with her hair is mildly aggravating but she’s just buzzed enough to patiently accept it for the moment. Drunks friends have done much worse to her hair—and really the compliment pleases her more than she cares to admit. “Hair care is important Seol, thank you for noticing.” Carefully, Hyuna reaches up and grasps Seol’s wrist, tugging her hand away from her hair. It’s not that she minds too much per say, but the gesture feels too familiar that it unsettles Hyuna even if it’s done without any intentions.
If she hadn’t come out with Seol tonight, it is likely that Hyuna would already left her or snapped at her to stop trying to touch her. But there is something about an inebriated comrade that makes her far more patient than she would be otherwise. Still, Hyuna swats the other’s hand away when she tries to silence her and can’t help but laugh again at her suggestion.
“Only if you promise you’re not going to blame me for this ridiculous idea if we get caught or if you wake up with a killer hangover tomorrow and probably bumps and bruises?” The other would likely agree regardless of how she might feel in the morning, but her approval for now would suffice. It wasn’t as if Hyuna isn’t curious anyway.
hyuna’s not good at talking. not in the sense that she’s shy or keeps a foot in her mouth at all times like certain crewmates, but in that she’s particularly good at talking about nothing instead of things that really matter. which is fine, he supposes, because she’s never been shy with her actions around him. hyuna’s as bold as they come, brash and reckless and with more confessions in her blood stained knuckles and the rigid line of her eyes than the words out of her mouth could ever promise.
minhae hopes that one day he’ll get her to talk, but he also knows that right now he doesn’t quite need to.
right now, he’s confronted with the sight of hyuna’s rebel butch realness in leather boots and blood red lips and even if he wanted to (which he most certainly does not), minhae can’t say no to anything she asks now.
a man bumps into hyuna and minhae reaches for her defensively, turning around on his stilettos to cuss him out. but the guy slows down, eyes looking the two of them up and down and minhae raises a brow. he’s dressed like the epitome of every no homo scumbag he actively avoids, salmon colored pants and all, but he’s far too interested in the both of them for minhae to ignore, even as the man returns to his group of rowdy, three-out-of-ten looking friends.
and he was at least a seven.
so when hyuna turns around, kittenish mouth pulled into that feral grin he just adores, minhae knows he’s going to like whatever comes out of it.
“are you thinking what i’m thinking?”
One of the reasons Hyuna feels so comfortable with Minhae is the fact that often she feels like they’re on the same wavelength. She doesn’t have to pretend to be something she’s not. Minhae doesn’t have to adjust to her sensitivities. In its simplest form, it is a relationship that is comfortable and fair. At it’s best, full conversations are had in quirked brows and snarky grins. These are the kind of nights where those snarky grins lead to endless entertainment. Sometimes it surprises her how easily it is to interact with him. She really should start to open up to him more. If they can do these sorts of things together, she doubted he would judge her.
But that’s a worry for another night. Probably many nights from now when she can no longer hold it in. Minhae does that to her. Makes her want to speak. It makes her more reckless.
She pulls her hair to one side and moves it over her shoulder, still grinning as she does so. “I’m thinking that masculinity is fragile.” For the group that just walked inside, that seemed to be the understatement of the year. “So wouldn’t it be so nice to steal their money, alcohol, and maybe get laid in the process if we’re so inclined?” Lazily, she loops an arm around Minhae’s and looks towards the club.
She can practically feel the thrumming bass of the music from where they stand, it would be interesting at least. And the bouncer didn’t look too hard to get past. But it would provide entertainment and perhaps even funds. Their superiors would punish them endlessly if they were caught. But that’s half the fun anyway.
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