moondust.

hoya | 22 | scorpio "if only i took courage like a man-- would we have been any different?" ❋  ❋  ❋  ❋

[scrxhoya]

eughhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

i thinkkkkkkk i'm going to have to go on a short hiatus, just until i finish up finals. thought i could handle everything but i wAS WRONG HHHHHH

i'm v sorry to everyone i owe replies to, v sorry to everyone i'm plotting with, & v v v sorry to everyone i owe starters to (sojin-mun & miyoung-mun gigANTIC SOB)

i may or may not be letting hoya-muse slip through my fingers, so hopefully i can get him back after two weeks' time ;~;

thanks so much for dealing with me & my ridiculous pace

i-- i love you T-T

edit// now that sab is closed, i just wanted to let everyone know that i will still be here! uvu if you'd like to continue any threads we have going or just want to give me some lovin', my skype is schmoopoo, so holla at me there! ;v; sab-- AND IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEIIIIIIIIIII WILL ALWAYS LOVE YOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU

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[scrxhoya]

“A true man should not not know about giving up. When I get caught in a difficult situation, I want to give up. But then I recall what I have gone through in life. When I see how much I have gone through, I pull myself together.” - 이호원

[scrxhoya]

whispers hi sab today is my birthday so my plans are to go to sleep, go to class, lurk on tumblr & stuff my face with cake--

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aYOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

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Blood Stained Teaching {Min X Hoya}

Min dropped her bag at the foot of the wall and walked towards the table in the middle of the training room. Her eyes scanned the weapons neatly placed on the surface, until her eyes stopped on the Katana. She picked it up gently and unsheathed it. She passed her fingers along the blade, and smiled at the swordsmanship. With a slow rhythm she brandished the sword in the air, giving off a few samurai stances she had learned while in Japan for a few months. She moved swiftly and accurately, and slowly moved towards the dummies placed on the floor. She cut them up like it was no issue, but the pain she was feeling in her foot was unbearable. 

Letting the pain sting her, she moved towards the mobile dummies. That’s when her real effort was shown. Her forehead started to sweat, and her injured foot started to pulsate. Never the less, she never backed down from a fight, especially with a dummy. She was swift, but when she heard the door open, she let her guard down, letting the dummy cut her arm. She shrieked in a fit of rage and cut down the dummy in an instant. 

She glanced at the clock. Two minutes have past midnight. Without even glancing to the back of her, she threw her Katana and it protruded the wall next to the individual’s face.

"You’re late." she hissed and turned around.

[scrxhoya]

For the most part, Hoya was kept in the dark about gang-related issues.

He didn't really feel like he belonged to Scorpio, and he knew of his own, replaceable state, a loose thread with potential to be cut away, should any inconvenience arrive. If not for the mark on his leg, Hoya couldn't be sure if Scorpio even knew he existed, couldn't be sure if he even knew Scorpio existed.

But, he supposed, they did know. And so did he.

For reasons unbeknownst to him, Hoya had been ordered by his superiors to undergo some sort of physical training-- what and how exactly, he didn't know. He was given a time and a place, and would be training for an indefinite period, cutting into his work at the club. The vagueness of it all left a bad taste in his mouth, but his older brother had insisted he was moving up in the world, so--

It was best to blindly follow orders?

Change was something Hoya had a hard time getting used to, so it was no surprise that his manager was the one to take the margarita from his hands and push him out the club doors, slapping his back and warning him about one 'Lee Minyoung'. ("Who?" Hoya had asked.) When he found the right building, he was already a little late, but he figured things would be fine. It was his first day. He literally had no clue what was going on. Things would be fine.

When he entered the room, however, he easily came to the conclusion that things would not be fine.

An expression of surprise and confusion briefly flitted across his features, then his lips settled into a worried frown. "Ah--" His movements were slow. "-- so-- rry." Silence stretched between him and the stranger who stood in the middle of the room. Hoya cleared his throat and loosened his tie a little, nervousness just beginning to creep into his words. "Um, I'm Hoya, and I was.. sent here.. for something. I think."

[scrxhoya]

ctzxdara said: [ holy moly this is a crazy tracker ]

holy moly i know!! & i'm a crazy person, so i guess it makes sense uvu

i just want to love everyone,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, including you, so,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, casually wraps u up in my arms :l

[thesoundtrackthatplaysinmymind]

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Moondust - Jaymes Young

[scrxhoya]

tracker ● 020314

writing

yubin - drive jiho - peter pan sojin - starter ————————————————— kyungsoo - diamond in the flesh taehyung - shell shock gikwang - nice guys finish last miyoung - starter victoria - deuces daehyun - there are heroes ren - neighbors amber - can you smile junhee - hello, seoul sooyeon - counting dollars (stars) min - blood stained teaching baekhyun - breathe, inhale (you) yixing - apprenticeship audrie - cuckoo | cooky jongup - safe and sound

waiting

hongbin - sweet water | thicker blood jiho - open the door lucy - you found me minki - tête-à-tête reina - chatterbox sungjong - starter taemin - starter yoongi - where to start yukwon - foolin' around

ooc note

happy march!! ♥ if you'd like to plot w/ dumbwon, please like/reply to this post or shoot me a message! uvu i'm kind of crazy in that i want to plot & be friends with everyone?!?!?!?! hahaha as a fair warning though, even if i'm making an effort to do at least one reply/starter a day, i'm still rEALLY SLOW. if my being a tortoise is a thing that you do not like, def let me know if you want to drop a plot/thread ok! i'd hate to make you wait too long for me hh ;~;

plotting-- iDK ANYMORE HELP

changmin dara hyeri hyosung jinah joon jun junya p.o serine sumin yunho

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Open the Door || Hoya and Jiho

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As he dabbed at the coffee stains on his pants, Jiho was trying his best to ignore the rambling of the older man and the onlookers who were either gossiping or snickering at the scene. He exhaled a breath, eyes closing for a moment as if his mood could be expelled along as well. “It’s okay, really,” he enforced, wondering if it was spoken out loud to convince him or the customer, “don’t worry about it.” Please just leave me alone.

Even so, his ears couldn’t completely filter out the noise of the other, his mind snipping phrases that made sense and muting the repetitive apologies as the other turned his attention to the spill on the floor. Well, if the other was constantly like this, then Jiho needed to constantly ensure his distance from the man because from pure logic (and a little instinct) Jiho could almost foresee the same incident if he didn’t bother to kick fate in the face. In a way, yes Jiho understood the pain of being born clumsy or lack of balance (he’d still sported a few bruises from tripping over his blankets this morning) and serving customers were the worst times he’d not prefer, but it didn’t relieve him of this situation. As long as he stays away from me forever.

The Heavens finally took pity on the poor blonde when the other realized his original intention and made an attempt to exit the café. Giving a small nod of acknowledgement, which Jiho questioned himself later for as he wondered if it was relief or a slight pity for the other (most likely the relief), his chest felt lightened from the removal of pressure. Of course, that didn’t prevent his wincing when the other hollered his name across the quiet shop.

It’s over, his eyes closed again, trying to erase both trauma and embarrassment of the moment away from his mind. There was no way Jiho was ever staying in the same area as that customer ever again, he promised himself that the moment he caught sight of him, he’d run.

[scrxhoya]

As fate would have it, Howon ran into Jiho a second time, four days after the first.

It would be wrong to say that he liked Jiho because, on the contrary, Howon didn't really like Jiho at all. But the terrible, terrible thing about Howon was the fact that he stubbornly and naively believed that all things could eventually come together with hard work and determination.

So he pushed.

And he believed that he and Jiho could eventually come together.

1:40pm, and his eyes immediately took notice of the shock of blonde hair at one of the arcade machines, absorbed in whatever he was playing - clearly not to be bothered. But would Howon leave him alone? Highly unlikely. He felt sort of indebted to Jiho, for maybe kind of sort of really screwing up what was supposed to be a pleasant (or at least not unpleasant) day, and he'd stop at nothing until the other male forgave him. Genuinely. It would be one of his new missions in life.

In almost no time, Howon had made his way beside the boy, two feet of space between them. He observed Jiho's game briefly and silently, mulling over the best way to go about making his presence known.

".. HI JIHO!!!!!!!!!!!! HOW ARE YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

[scrxyukwon]

Foolin' Around — Hoya & Yukwon

[scrxyukwon]

Yukwon had to take a few minutes to consider the question. Would he continue to entertain him? Eventually he shrugged, taking a sip of the alcohol in front of him. “Depends. Your gibberish might make sense, though it could also sound like you’re trying to communicate with aliens.” Hoya was, in one way, a sort of entertainment for him. He was someone who kept Yukwon guessing, wondering what would happen next: sort of like a magician. In another way, he was a weird kid stuck in a 22 year old’s body and Yukwon had no idea why he continued to talk to him.

But then again, maybe he needed to talk to people like Hoya. To brighten up his dull lifestyle a little.

He snorted when the host feigned hurt over his question about the unicorns. “I don’t think it’s going to want to take you anywhere if you knit it an ugly sweater,” he replied with a slight shake of his head, wincing slightly at the mention of Hoya knitting him an ugly sweater. Firstly he really didn’t want an ugly sweater, and secondly he didn’t need it. He probably had enough jackets and jumpers in his wardrobe to last him a lifetime. “I’ll pass on you knitting me an ugly sweater, thanks. You can knit yourself one instead.”

Yukwon shrugged at the question of what he did for fun. He didn’t really do much outside of the warehouse or the garage. “I look after my car, I guess, maybe race a little,” It was only then that he realised how routine his life was. He was either at the garage or at the warehouse, every once in a while dropping by the red district where some of his transactions would take place. If not, he’d be sleeping at home. “And sleep.”

Man, he really needed a new hobby.

[scrxhoya]

"ALIENS ARE REAL?!" Hoya half-screamed, completely missing the fact that Yukwon was making a point about his questionable sanity (and thereby answering said point about sanity). He made a few heads turn to the sound of his voice and snapped out of his enthrallment, offering a nervous laugh and a small raise of the glass.

He turned back to Yukwon, tips of ears slightly colored. "I already knitted myself a sweater. Twelve, in fact. Though two of them don't technically count because I forget about sleeves sometimes? Yeahh."

Hoya listened intently to what Yukwon did outside of Scorpio; he couldn't, unfortunately, relate because he didn't know the first thing about cars-- only that they took people places and that they were very easy to fall asleep in. He opened his mouth and was about to ask Yukwon if maybe he wanted to teach Hoya how to drive? But after not too much thought, decided he didn't want to put his friend into that kind of trauma.

"And sleep." "'And sleep'?!" He slammed his hand onto the barcounter. "Wow, I like to sleep too! That's one of the only things I'm good at!"

[ctzxjongup]

Hoya // Jongup - Safe and Sound

[ctzxjongup]

As the guy tried to fill all the spaces inside his head, everything cleared up. He did it again. He was at the brink of dying, just a step away from death’s doors, just one wrong foot forward could’ve already ended his own adventure and story. His carelessness would’ve brought tears to his mother’s eyes, pain to his father’s heart and also left memories in their house. Everything would be depressing but Jongup was quite sure they’ll somehow cope with it as time pass by.

But that’s not important that time. This kind of accident isn’t something new anymore. Back in the days he already faced tons of possible death due to his light headedness. He was saved a few times as well by his classmates, he could still remember how made they were because of how close an accident could’ve happen. But it didn’t and that’s what matters to Jongup.

He had escaped tons of attempts of Death. Gosh, he’s quite unlucky today. He sighed as he slowly pulled himself upright. He stared at the guy as he explained things that Jongup deemed somewhat irrelative to what their situation was.

He couldn’t help but awkwardly laugh at the empathy the man was showing towards him. He was full of warmth, Jongup decided as he remembered how the guy even pointed the streetlight and gave him toddler lessons about Red and Green.

“Ahh, so that’s what happened.” It was a close call indeed but luckily someone still saved him. “I’m quite fine now, still a bit shaken but I’ll live.” He heaved a deep breath before releasing it softly. He smiled at him before shaking his head. “Ahh, it’s okay. You pulling me away is more than enough. You saved me.” He grinned before blinking. “But, seriously, that was a close call.” He laughed.

[scrxhoya]

Howon's smile brightened upon hearing the boy himself confirm that he was alive and okay. Another exhale in relief. "I hope you don't bruise easily.." He laughed sheepishly. "It was a pretty hard fall.. No matter what you say, I'll still feel ba-- oh!" He suddenly raised both hands in a sign of denial, shaking his head vigorously. "I--I didn't save you!"

His cheeks colored. 'Save' was such a.. grand word. It implied that the other boy somehow owed him his life or the state he was in now; Howon had only honestly reacted out of instinct, and he didn't want the boy to give him gratitude for so small a thing. "Uh, it's what any decent person should've done, really."

He paused. "I'm actually kind of shocked that nobody curbside pulled you back. I had to push through people to get to you, you know? .. If anyone had grabbed you right when you got into the street, it would've saved us a lot of drama. .. And your tailbone. It would've saved your tailbone from hurting-- Um, are you absolutely positive that you're okay?"

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[scrxhoya]

where to start ● hoya | yoongi

When the last of its patrons stumbles away, Scorpio's breathes a collective sigh of relief. Colored lights and booming bass fade to quiet nothingness; employees blink away bedroom eyes and batty lashes, stumble and laugh to shake off their self-projections. The transformation process is one that Hoya has never been quick to go under. He's used to lingering in the club after work to play games and chat and just be for a little while longer. Maybe there's a hint of reluctance to go back to being silly, stupid Lee Howon, but Hoya would never admit this. Instead, he's convinced himself of something he calls 'the calm,' the peace he can have no place, no time else.

They play beer pong like they do on many nights, casual, scattered whoops and yelps due to adrenaline and tight competition. Over the years, Hoya's gotten used to the weight and feel of the ping pong ball; he calculates angles and forces and becomes a contender for the best player in the club. 

The young man across from him, however, has yet to play enough to be confident in the same. He shoots, and the ball goes too far, past Hoya's body, and the club breaks out into laughter before the ball squarely hits the head of..

Things get quiet for a second. Hoya's seen the boy's face before. They've never talked, but he's sure he's seen the other male around somewhere, lingering in the corners of the club, finalizing deals with patrons.

The silence ends. "You hit the kid right in the head, dumbass!" "Be more careful!" "Sorry about that!" Snippets and one-liners are thrown towards the boy who everybody knows but nobody knows. "Sorry, sorry!" Hoya's opponent bows. The ping pong ball rolls onto the floor. "Didn't mean to hit ya! You headin' out now?" A young woman chimes in, "If you need anyone to call you a cab or walk you home, let us know, okay?" Hoya grins, joins in on the thus far one-sided conversation. "Or if you wanna play, you're welcome to." He motions for the boy to come closer. "Might as well have some fun while you're here, right!!"

[scrxhoya]

counting dollars (stars) ● hoya | sooyeon

[arcxsooyeon]

sooyeon really shouldn’t be throwing herself (literally) at strangers — but her body is so hard to maneuver, and it’s not cooperating. she hums, and moves back, her hand running through her hair as she pushes the strands out of her eyes. the male is closer now, and sooyeon squints as she makes out his facial features.

he is still unfamiliar, no lightbulb going off in her head. but he doesn’t seem threatening in the least, and so sooyeon flashes a grin much too big for her face, and much too foreign of an action. his statement makes her giggle, and she flashes her teeth at him.

"a sicaaaaa~ is a jessica! and jessiiiiicaaa~ is sooyeon! and sooyeonnie is me." she waves her hand in the air, as if she’s trying to wave  down someone. but she looks too silly, and she’s much too uncooridating. she sways dangerously before she grips onto the arm that’s around her, making a small sigh of relief. 

his question makes her head spin, and she hums loudly as she looks up, blinking up at the sky as she stumbles around in his hold. “mm — no one will come get me. it’s too late.” too late it is, too late at night, and much too late in her life for people to care about the trainwreck that has become jung sooyeon. “i can —” she hiccups in the middle of her sentence, the action paining her throat, and she lifts a hand to her eye as she rubs it. it’s stinging — but she’s not sure if that’s an eyelash or the onslaught of tears that’s been threatening to be released since she drank too much past coherent. ” — get myself home! wherever that is…”

he wipes her mouth, and she tenses, the action causing her to stare pointedly at his face. she sees the small bit of color on his sleeve, and she remembers how pretty she had looked in the beginning of the night. how flawless and perfect her whole visage had been, to impress — and now she was nothing but a mess of that. broken and shattered and exposed, this sooyeon is weakness.

his question causes her to laugh, and the action is loud and barking; there is no mirth, because she doesn’t find the inquiry funny at all. she gives him a smile, but it’s more like a grimace, tight lip and too much strain on her mouth. 

"take care of me?" her voice is hollow. "i haven’t had that for a long time — but who needs that. i have myself!" she flings her arms up in the air, and her voice cracks as she speaks. "…and they don’t want me anyway!"

[scrxhoya]

the admission causes hoya to wince. he knows that feeling far too well, the bitterness of being left behind, with nothing and no one to rely on but himself. the spirit in her voice is empty, but her words are anything but-- hoya remembers, even if he doesn't want to remember, nights spent alone in tears, insisting that he doesn't need anything, that everyone's abandoned him, so the only person he can ever trust is himself. he's seen enough of this at the club to know that this is something common, and what this girl is feeling is no different.

'sica, jessica, sooyeon, sooyeonnie-- who is she? in this city of ten million, what's her story?

"maybe you haven't met the right people," he concludes. hoya's not sure she'll take to the statement kindly, but despite its incredible idealism, he means what he says. everyone deserves to have a someone-- her, him, everyone. loneliness is something he'd rather not have the world feel.

"let's take a walk then," he says suddenly. hands still on her shoulders, he turns her around, then links his arm with hers. "if you can walk, we'll walk, and if you want to talk, you can talk. but when you're tired, you have to promise me you'll go home and rest.. okay?" he offers her his pinky finger in a childish gesture of trust. 

[scrxhoya]

cuckoo | cooky ● audrie | howon

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She breezes past strangers in grey, and the faint smell of cloves and cigarettes trails behind her ( she’s been trying to get the smell out of her clothes, nothing seems to work ). Nobody throws smiles her way the way they would when she was ten years old and three feet tall and didn’t look as if she could swallow the world whole if they let her. Red lips quirk into frown, her brown eyes scan the area for something that stand out against the bleakness of late Monday afternoons. 

The neon sign isn’t on ( or so she thinks, but then the last words blinks to life and Audrie’s sure everything just needs to be replaced ) and everything just seems to be in a perpetual state of just peeling. A little golden bell chimes above her head but no one rushes out from break rooms hidden in the back to enthusiastically greet her and recite the specials of the day. It’s weird and it freaks her out a bit and the hairs on the back of her neck stand because she’s pretty sure she’s seen a horror movie in which this happens and the protagonist doesn’t make it alive.

But if she isn’t going to make out alive, then what harm is there to explore the quaint little place. Everything’s clean, spotless, she notes dully. She trudges past tables with plastic counter tops and smiles at her faint reflection. Audrie twirls around on the tips of her boots and pretends that the people rushing past the restaurant outside can’t see her through the clear windows ( she convinces herself they’re too busy rushing to their eventual doom ).

She looses balance far before she can gain it and trips over her two feet, it’s from the floor that she can see a beige door hidden from view and childish curiosity swells in her chest ( she’s sure fear accompanies it because her pulse begins to race under her skin ). She’s quiet and the door manages to not squeak when she gently pushes it open with the pads of her shaking hands. For a moment, Audrie truly believes she’s all alone in the restaurant ( who would dare leave it open? ) But she comes face to face with another pair of brown eyes and trembling lips. Soapy bubbles cling to the insides of his elbows and he has difficulty trying to form words. Audrie smiles and tilts her head ( childishly, too, because she already knows she’s going to fuck with the kid ). “No, I’m not looking for the bathroom.” She pauses and the silence hangs tense between them. “I’m not too sure if I’m looking for anything at all y’know?”

[scrxhoya]

But what is she doing in the kitchen?

Howon is about to say, 'I'll go find Soyeon for you,' but the words won't really mean anything to the girl before him, and they won't really mean anything at all-- he's certain he can't leave this stranger alone in the kitchen, and he doesn't have the slightest clue as to where his coworker disappeared off to.

Sooo..  He's on his own.  Forget Soyeon.  Howon isn't too good at handling people like she is, but--  He can manage this, right?

Dish detergent dries slowly on his arms.

If the girl's not looking for anything, then.. "-- You're exploring.. !" is Howon's conclusion. "... right?" because his mind is perpetually alight with curiosity.  He makes the hypothesis easily - "... right...?"  - but he can't be too sure it's correct. After all, he's known the enigma in front of him for all of two minutes? (probably less), so his guess is as good as anyone else's. Just because he's a fan of wandering about, doesn't mean she is.

He opens his mouth to speak again. Closes it. Opens it. "You're not allowed to be in this kitchen, though. I think." He doesn't think-- he knows, but his nerves tell him to feign ignorance because he's not sure how the girl will respond. Mr. Lin prohibits any customers from walking into the kitchen, no matter the reason (and the girl doesn't even seem to have a reason).  "Sorry," Howon says, as if this is his fault. Breaking rules makes him a nervous trainwreck, this stranger makes him a nervous trainwreck, so the both of them together makes him-- conductor?! just what happened to this poor, poor locomotive?!

He clears his throat. ".. anywayitwasnicemeetingyoubYE," he squeaks.

[scrxykrparc]

(past) hello, seoul ♦ hoya and junhee

"Yeah, mhm," Junhee said into her phone, swinging her legs while she twirled her fork around the pasta she had bought from a café in the area. Looking up, her eyes swept over her new studio apartment she had rented for the next few years (or maybe forever, who knew) in Seoul. It felt different from being at home in Incheon with her Dad, but it was a new experience that she was looking forward to. “I know, I’ll look after myself well. I promise! It’s getting late, so I’ll call you tomorrow, okay? Love you, Appa!”

With a sigh she hung up, staring at her phone for a few seconds more before putting it down beside her bowl. It was quieter without the blaring of sport channels or the sizzling of fish in the pan. Junhee could still her dad yelling at her to get up because she was running late. Only her second night and she was already starting to feel home sick. “Ah, there’s no helping it. It’d have happened sooner or later.” She said to herself, taking another bite of the food in front of her.

Junhee started to sort through the papers and envelopes on the dining table, piling applications together, important documents into another pile and— “Oh? This wasn’t in the box?” It was a letter, her name and (Incheon) address printed on the front of the envelope in handwriting that had become increasingly familiar to her. With a smile, she pulled out the letter again, her eyes scanning over Hoya’s letter once more. She had probably read it a million times and knew it word for word, but excitement would always bloom in her chest when she read it.

He was someone she never thought she’d find — someone as weird as her. Introduced through a penpal program her school had started up, chance had paired her up with a boy from Busan who she ended up keeping in contact with for nearly ten years. Or maybe it was more than that? Either way, the fact that she could finally meet up with her long time penpal in person was something she had been excited about the moment she had been accepted into a university in Seoul.

Junhee had sent him a letter a week before she left Incheon, in reply to his last, telling him the exact address of her apartment, but he hadn’t replied and she wasn’t sure if he was just busy or if he had been too excited about her moving up to the big city that he forgot to send her letter to the new address. Whatever the reason, she wished she had asked for his number. At least she would’ve been able to call him.

[scrxhoya]

It was a dangerous display, the way Howon sped through streets, hands off handlebars, eyes on anything but the road. His bicycle had been in more than its fair share of crashes, not because he was a particularly bad biker, but because he was an inattentive one (and that made things about five hundred times worse).  In his hands, he held up a map of the city - Seoul in all its glory - and a particular address circled in red. "Lost again," he murmured airily, folding the map and putting it between his teeth. He took a sharp turn to the right (right? It was right, right?), ignoring the angry yelp of the female whose foot he almost ran over.

In retrospect, maybe he should've taken the subway.

About an hour later since he began, Howon finally arrived at his destination. He biked right past it, and it took him another fifteen minutes to backtrack and find it again. Once he was finally sure he was in the right place, he locked up his bike and shoved his map into his back pocket, took a swig of water, casually admired the building before him.

This better be the right place.

Maybe it wasn't the best idea, meeting Junhee like this, slightly sweaty and out of breath. First impressions were everything. Bur then again.. Junhee could probably care less. Howon shrugged and fished her letter from his backpack, looked for the apartment number written in her handwriting. If she couldn't handle it, he'd bike to a convenience store, buy some deodorant, and slap it on. No biggie. As long as they'd meet in person today, Howon would be happy.

Okay. Four minutes later, he found himself standing in front of her door. Okay. Two minutes later, he found himself still standing in front of her door. Okay. He raised his arm to knock. Paused. Okay!! Paused. OKAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

He knocked.

[ninichu-deactivated]

infinite 53/365 ∞ hoya 8/52

[scrxhoya]

deuces ● hoya | victoria

[erxsus]

She doesn’t miss when he gives a different name then she has heard. It felt as if he was telling her a secret, and returning her a favor as well. Somehow she new that the name was special. Something that not many other people knew. It was nice. 

Victoria laughs as her eyes form into crescents. “It’s a pleasure to meet you. And no worries. My lips are sealed~” Her good hand reaches out for a glass only to stop mid-way. She pauses for a moment to think. Looking down at her wrist, she figured it would be better if she just took the rest of the night off. Her gaze lifts to meet his and she gives the man a small smile. “Okay. Let me tell my co-worker really quick. I’m sure there’s another person who can take my place. Wait here.” 

She walks over to her friend and explains what happened. She shows him her wrist and he gives her a sympathetic look before dismissing her from her shift. Giving her thanks, she quickly walks back behind the bar. Standing in front of Hoya, she says, “All taken care of. I just asked for the rest of the night off, so we can drink til dawn if we wanted to.” She laughs, grabs a glass and mixes his drink. “Long island iced tea for the good sir.” Falling into her routine, she mixes herself a blueberry martini. Pouring it into a glass, she stands in front of him and raises it. “Cheers to my savior.” 

[scrxhoya]

Drinking till dawn doesn't actually sound like a bad idea. The week would be better off ending sooner; time bows to no one, but alcohol seems to speed things along enough.

"Again with the 'savior' thing?" Hoya laughs, a little embarrassed, because he hardly thinks the gratitude necessary. Nevertheless, he clinks his glass against Victoria's and polishes off a fourth of his drink-- sugar and tea with a slight tinge of alcohol. "Seriously." His lips pull into a playful smile against the rim of the glass. "You let yourself be saved, didn't you? You just saw I was bored and let me have my fun--" A short laugh. "-- thank you."

It's probably not too far off point, considering what Hoya's heard about Victoria. And he's heard a lot about Victoria. "So, what are you, anyway?" he asks, eyes wide and curious. "You're not just a bartender, are you? You a, uh, a kung-fu fightin' panda too?" A mischievous grin. "I'll let you in on a secret." He leans closer, elbows on the barcounter. "I'm also--" Closer. "-- a busboy."