(` *when he’s able to keep his composure, she only wants to attempt to break it even more. the tension builds and she convinces herself it’s her pride more so than any actual attraction to him ) do i have any reason not to be conceited? (` *she’s honestly too proud of her figure, she was gifted with good genes, of course, but she worked damn hard to keep herself this way and she doesn’t mind the looks her figure garners. doesn’t take it in offense. to do that is to give another person power of how you feel and how you evaluate yourself and she doesn’t ever plan on doing that, especially with kikwang who’s just as cocky as she is sometimes, if not more ) mm (` *chuckles, shrugs a shoulder and she deems the word barely acceptable. fitted was at least true, she could give him that ) and you needed to look again just for that, hm? (` *accepting the descriptor doesn’t mean she’ll let him slide by so easily and she laughs at his question, intentionally ignoring it ) you’d love for me to tell you that, so i can’t, besides, what if you tried to steal my ideas? and telling you is so boring. see how lackluster your life seems already? (` *clicks her tongue is such apparent disapproval ) oh really? (` *pauses briefly with a turn of her body towards him only to showcase the disbelief on her face and she allows the laugh to fall from painted lips this time, a hand lifted to cup his cheek tenderly as her expression softens, lips curling into a mocking simper ) aw, you’re so concerned for me. don’t worry, oppa. all those other guys i’ve danced with were practice compared to you (` *almost, almost sticks her tongue out but for the sake of teasing him, she settles for a kiss to his cheek, the light tinkling of her laughter chasing her as she rushes down the rest of the stairs ahead of him, practically bounding to his car to avoid any retaliation ) don’t take too long or i’ll think you’re getting so slow because of old age
you know i've got to have enough information before i make any statements. by looking, i was merely gathering more information. {` he shrugs, obviously only speaking that bullshit of his but he's sure she knows that he can't just let her win because it would be completely against everything he was to do so. } what makes you think i'd need to steal your ideas-- and what makes you think of me punishing you in the future anyway, hm? {` prominent brows raise as she turns to him, the hand at her hip now gliding to rest at the small of her back while hers presses to his cheek } concerned? mm, i wouldn't say that as much as just wanting to let you know what you're getting into before it happens. {` and yet he nearly pauses for a moment in their little push and pull as she leans inward. he's already searching within the slightly disheveled reserves of his mind to give her his best retort, but before he can think to part his lips, she's bolting down the stairs, and he sighs, fingertips coming to graze over the place her lips had touched, shouting after her as he rubs at his cheek } you better not have gotten lipstick on me! {` and his head shakes as he starts down the stairs, late and nonchalant because he'd be damned if he let her get him into a sprint (though his pace may be a bit more hurried than his normal gait.) and once he reaches the parking lot, a thumb jabs at the button on his keys to unlock the door } yah, you're too much-- cute-- but too much. {` he chuckles, sauntering to the passenger seat and opening it for her, giving a grand gesture to accommodate her princess-like demeanor, only resuming his normal stance after he's sure he's achieved the desired effect } i should just leave your little sassy ass here and go out with my boring self.
(` *nods quite adamantly as if to say ofc his life is lackluster without her, she’d say that about most people to be honest. she’s quite an addition to have ) if you’re going to deny it, i hope you plan on proving to me why your life isn’t lackluster. don’t argue too well or you might lose me. if i’m not brightening up your life, why would i stay? (` *she has no real point to saying such but she likes to bicker with him, likes that he doesn’t just listen to her talk and becomes docile. it’d be far too boring if he did ) and just what is that supposed to mean, hm? (` *well groomed brows arch at his glance over her figure and she chuckles softly, a smirk tugging at the corner of her lips as she ponders his as well. she’s appreciative of it, she really is, but she likes to think she’s at least a little subtle —anyway ) it’s not like you don’t like it (` *what she already knows to be sculpted muscle grows more firm under her touch and she bites back a laugh, ivory sinking into a plush tier before giving way to other distractions such as the sensation that overwhelms her for a moment when he prods her side, far too ticklish than she’d like to be and she playfully wags a finger at him ) keep misbehaving and i’d have to punish you (` *she pretends to curtsy when he opens the door for her, thanking him as she passes through and rolls her eyes ) i’m not going to pretend that i will find a better dance partner once we get there unless you know, your life has been so dull lately that you’re afraid it’s rubbing off on you and you can’t keep up with me. do you need me to ease you into this, ahjussi?
{` he sighs, lips in a flat line as he watches her, reserved aura making its appearance maybe to test her as he usually does so well, maybe to tease her because, god, does everyone know he likes to tease by now } you're very conceited, you know that? {` and he glances over her figure once again perhaps to gain a better description, perhaps to just get another look because he hadn't really had time to take the sight in on the first, but he hums as if finding the just right word to use in a situation such as this one, lips pursing and then slowly revealing from behind clenched rows of teeth again } fitted. {` he nods once, decisively as he allows his attention to roll back to her eyes. } -- {` a brow raises to challenge her next statement } oh? {` his voice is raised in jest } and just how do you plan on doing that? i'm sure you have so many ideas. {` his head angles, eyes still on hers as she passes him, only drifting down, down, and down to a place he knows he shouldn't be looking. and he nearly sighs at himself, shaking his head despite the mild sense of unexplained satisfaction he feels. and he follows close behind her, beginning down the stairs with a mischievous glance her way } nah, old man's still got it in him. you'd be surprised how well this ahjussi's hips work. i mean, i'm a veteran by now. {` a hand snakes over the small of her back and around her hip as they descend the flight of stairs, fingers pressing at her hip bone to gain her attention } i think you're the one who needs to worry about keeping up.
(` *a sly grin slips onto plush tiers and her amusement glimmers in auburn hues as she looks to the door of the said neighbor he speaks of. svelte fingers trail through dark tresses and she laughs, the sound light and melodic as she shakes her head ) she should be thankful for what excitement i bring into your otherwise lackluster life (` * cheekiness drips from her tone and settles into the dimples that appear with such a wide smile ) did you know she happens to love my mom’s bakery? just imagine how much nicer she is to me when she realized i’m her daughter (` * and her pride in her mother shows blatantly, arm looping into his without a word as she continues ) so, here’s the plan. you are going to use your incredible intelligence to maneuver this incredibly heavy mass of metal and machinery to drive us to our destination. you know, the heavy mass being your car and our destination being this club my friend told me about the other day, not that i’m using you for your car, of course. but i am using you because you actually know how to dance (` * flashes a grin at him, squeezing his arm lightly ) in the best sense, of course. oh, on both counts
{` he observes her usual eccentric display with the look he's so prone to giving her by now, brows slightly raised and lips slightly quirked, yet somehow still looking down at her with a fond glint in his charcoal hues } lackluster, huh? {` he speaks with sarcasm, head tilting as she continues on. and this may be part of the reason why he likes to be with her, because she talks so that he doesn't have to, so that he can just smile and listen every once in a while. but he still has to get his word in too } oh-- there's a plan? is that why you're now lola bunny? mm... {` he shakes his head slowly, eyes falling to assess her form-fitting costume and raising just as quickly } shoulda known. {` his smile contorts into a subtle smirk, tongue grazing over a plush bottom lip and maybe flexing unintentionally when she grips at his arm. he chuckles, rolling his eyes } you're a dork. {` he jauntily jabs a finger into her side as he steps from the room and closes the door behind him, soft cackles still rolling from his lips as he begins tugging her toward the stairway and opening the door for her } so i'm gonna be your dance partner today? you're not just gonna use me for a ride and then ditch me for some guy when we get there?
(` *rosy lips curl as she leans against the doorway of his place, having knocked and impatiently waiting now with a light tap of her foot, heels forsaken for white sneakers sans platforms in order to help the ache that would undoubtedly come at the end of the night with the plans she had in mind, her basketball jersey and shorts form-fitting, holding no secrets as she played music from the small speakers of her phone. if he didn’t answer to the earlier knock, she knew he’d answer to hearing rihanna )
{` thick fingers graze through his head of jet black hair, the sight of it in his reflection still a bit strange despite how long it's been since he'd dyed it back. he angles his head to check for any imperfections in the rather haphazard smearing of soot over his neck and jaw, pads of fingers running over the defined line of the jaw in a drawn out swipe before deciding he looks just presentable enough to go out. a stride leads him from the bathroom and to the door of his apartment once he hears the knock and the subsequent, muffled music from behind the wood. he swipes the completing factors of his costume, the hat and hatchet, from the table and opens the door whilst slipping it on, greeting her figure with a boyish smile and the slow shake of a head, free hand slinging his plastic hatchet over his shoulder for effect } you know, that ahjumma across the hall is going to yell at me again because of you.
❝I’m on your body Even when you close your eyes You can’t get far from me I’m on your body Whoever you meet You can’t get far from me ❞
kikwang wasn’t jealous.
he wasn’t fucking jealous.
and yet, for some reason, he couldn’t keep his eyes from the girl with the marsala dress, auburn hair, and eyes that’s dark nuances glistened like obsidian. the girl he had been able to claim his as long as a few weeks ago.
it was kind of funny, in some fucked up way, really, how she’d so shakily and yet so resolutely severed their ties with words with such connotation as to suggest his innate inclination to stray–words like ‘unstable,’ ‘commitment issues,’ and maybe something like ‘you fuck around too much, kikwang.’ he really couldn’t remember the specifics, and at first, he thought she wasn’t serious–because she never was. shit always happened like this, hadn’t it?
one day she would catch a glimpse of pixelated letters as they lit up the screen of his phone; he would catch her eye; he would freeze, attempting to find something to say amidst her all-too-knowing silence; she’d push him away, say he wasn’t as serious as she was.
and maybe she was right.
but why did they have to be serious now? they were young. now was the time to fuck up because why start being chained down now when the chain would soon be wrapped around their necks for the rest of their lives?
but he would always talk that talk of his, and she would always fall into the false stability that he wrapped around her with his words. she always fell into him again, and he always welcomed her with eager arms, selfishly, covetously. and maybe it was because of these fond memories of cold nights and warm bodies, of bashful smiles and curled lashes, that he was so appalled when she told him she wished to end it–for real this time.
yes, all the sentiments of this type–of his infidelity–brought the finality of their relationship, and yet, here she was, at this very cafe, seated with some sap whose collar was buttoned too tight, and whose glasses were shoved too far up the bridge of his rounded nose.
and maybe, here kikwang was too, with a female whose cinnamon hues were a bit too bright, and whose lips pinkened like the tone of her cheeks when a vacant comment was nudged her way. but that didn’t matter–this girl in front of him didn’t matter–that guy in the tryhard hipster sweater vest sure as hell didn’t matter.
Jiwon mattered.
“Kikwang? are you listening to me?” an annoying whine from the skirt across the table and a reluctant tearing of eyes from the table across the room to the girl across from him.
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