Aphorism

Jung Sera Recon + Field Agent "When you have eliminated the impossible,whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth."

[spxsera]

Well... @espion people... I have no idea what to do with my girls... cries. I mean, they’re still around, but I don’t know what to do with them or if I should change their backgrounds or whatnot. Anyway, if you still want to rp, lemme know. (and my aim is qui.et.quoi cause I’m there more than here)

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he was making a conscious effort into directing his attention elsewhere. he was giving her time, sure, but was it necessary? then again, where was his impatience coming from? where could her hesitance originate from? he refused to believe the source of her doubtful demeanor was her lack of interest in him. he’d seen the way she looked at him, he registered the manner in which her pupils dilated at the sight of him. she might’ve not had feelings for him, and clearly, his outlooks weren’t something to be stars trucked about. he was good looking and he acknowledged that, enough that by standers did a double take in their stride. but he was short of rugged, or attractive in a come hither angle. he was certain of it, as it wouldn’t have given him an edge with males in the first place in the past (much to his chagrin, he couldn’t be more… uncomfortable at the fact). 

regardless, by no means was he hard to look at, and she liked his attitude. she knew, because his womanizing past proved enough insight. she wasn’t full on beckoning with it, though, and it was exactly why he’d become ensnared by her in the first place. he had to scrutinize her to catch the signs. but how was it that now it proved a task to figure out a reason? in his mind, he couldn’t fit the pieces and puzzle it out from the details into the bigger picture. partially disgruntled from her distinct reaction, and similarly 

and while taemin was deep in wonderment about this, he’d almost forgotten her. he’d almost ignored were he stood, yet not quite; he’d been as always, as it had been from the time they met, aware of her. he was conscious of the distance between them. hence why the male was drawn out of his contemplative stance by her abrupt response. taemin raised his brows, expectant.  

and then she watched as something flickered across her face, when the world closed in between them and the atmosphere grew heavy. he saw her shorten their proximity, and taken by surprise with the warmth of her digits against his skin. he didn’t see it coming, but he met her lips in that split of second she made up her mind. If he hadn’t been off guard, if it had been something he considered an unlikely turn, maybe he would be pondering about it further. yet he knew this was as implausible the instant he came in contact with her mouth, because he was a goner. it was different from those times he’d been sent to seduce or gather intelligence as a hit-man. it was so damn abnormal, his head went blank instantaneously. 

it didn’t take him long before he closed his eyes, and one of his hands found her waist, the other grasping her neck as he parted his lips ever so slightly and tilted his head. he was only then cognizant enough to bend his neck and back slightly, simply for the fact the height difference was a nuisance like the space between them. thankfully, not against his better judgement, he didn’t lengthen too much the kiss. he remained merely locked, begrudgingly, on her lips for a minute or two. he pulled away slowly with unapparent uncertainty, half-lidded eyes gazing at her mouth. he murmured. “aren’t we missing something?.” he gave a throaty chuckle after, and he found himself barely stepping back to take out his cellphone. he cleared his throat as he set the camera and looked at her, a mischievous, crooked smile overtaking his features. “wanna time it, or should we ask someone to take it?” he was nonchalant about it all, but noticeable or not. he longed, promised himself that on the following one, he would kiss her properly (if she let him).

[spxsera]

Her heart dropped to her knees, and her mind went completely blank. She didn’t know what to expect of the sensation, and she hadn’t given herself enough time to prep for it, (thankfully, as she didn’t often give in to her impulses, and the longer the time spent mulling over a matter, the less likely it would happen, especially something of this sort.) But even if she had prepped for what was to come the moment her lips touched his, it was unlikely she’d have known what to make of it regardless.

With her lids shut, she was hypersensitive to every sensation; his fingers against her neck, and his arm around her waist... So this is what it feels like... Racing heart, sweaty palms, (heck her phone was beginning to slip from her other hand), stiff muscles, and awkward nose-bumping... but also warmth, softness... and a rush of pleasurable adrenaline that competed with the craziest of roller-coasters... Such a poor way to describe a kiss, but in her defence, she had always thought her first kiss would be with a stranger that she likely couldn’t stand the sight off, (on the contrary to him, someone she was actually attracted to even if she wouldn’t admit it), that it would be tasteless and artificial, used as a ploy of distraction for her to pick up an intended object, or perhaps to slip a bug under her kisser’s collar, quick and meaningless, and she’d part away, fake a smile and move on...

She attempted to, but failed to plaster that confident smile on her lips as she always conditioned herself to do whenever a mission nearly put her in a similar situation. She had finally acknowledged her perturbation as she parted away slightly, her fingers sliding down to rest on his shoulder. She deemed it uncharacteristic of her to lose composure, (as she always did), (and especially as she wanted to think that something as menial as a kiss could not leave her disconcerted), and so she did what she always did in similar situations and focused on her breathing.

Unaware of his similar stance, she caught herself tracing the shape of his lips, noting the light smudge of her red lipstick on them, and somehow getting thrown back to a 3 year old memory of when she had acknowledged the appeal in his smile.

Time slipped right past her consciousness until she registered his murmur, and she instantly felt the most foolish she had felt in a very long time. Flustered, she quickly took a step back, but just enough to respect his personal space. “Right. Yes.” She said curtly, her phone nearly slipping out of her fingers, and she had to save it in a quick reflex. She let out a clearly embarrassed chuckle, and avoided eye contact as she tucked strands of her dark hair behind her ear. “I--’m uh... sorry, I didn’t plan this right... I--” She chuckled once more, clearing her throat, and seeing as he had his phone ready, she slid hers into her pocket. The last thing she wanted was to act silly in front of him, (and had it been anyone else, she would’ve been nothing but entirely nonchalant.) In fact she should have been nonchalant even with it being him, (he certainly seemed to be), but she couldn’t replicate the cool and collected state and it annoyed her a little. She pursed her lips, unconsciously stroking her heated neck, right where his fingers were, and she caught his eyes once again. Finally, she took a deep yet silent breath, and attempted to paint composure once more. She shrugged her shoulders, stretched her lips in a lopsided smile, quirked a brow and replied, “Timer, let’s just use the timer.” No need to involve a third person in this...

She chuckled, using the time he used to set the timer to condition herself into how she should ideally behave. But just then, a giggly couple stepped up to them, just having broken from their own set of smitten kisses, and with loud enthusiasm, unanimously offered to take their photo for them. “Aww! You’re blushing! So adorable!” The girl remarked at Sera, as her boyfriend headed for Taemin’s phone, and Sera could swear the lighting wasn’t bright enough for that to be so noticeable. She clenched lightly at her teeth, but being ever so polite, all she could do was chuckle, and try to brush it off by pretending to be thankful for the strangers’ help.

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“you know, we don’t really have to…” he elaborated as soon as he noticed her hesitance. hence, why taemin decided to let her have the verdict; he was aiming for a good impression from the start, and truth to be told. the male didn’t mind, for once, to wait for the precise moment for things to take place. contrary to the norm, he was being patient. he didn’t see a big deal out of it, because taemin saw no significance from his behalf. he was blind to the root of her carefully veiled discomposure.

he was being sly without doubt, but for some reason the possibility of it not happening right then didn’t dampen his mood. perhaps it was that he didn’t see her as someone that would ease in and out of his life. he only hoped he was right to assume, or care for much; whether the female came to the awareness or not sooner or later. taemin was unwilling to let their association halt after this event. he knew that meant he’d have to answer for his past, but he considered it was better to think about that issue when it was deemed necessary and not now. he had no reason to reveal any discomposure when all he wanted to dwell on was his elation at the sight of her; revel in the twist of fate that brought them to meet again. 

“It seems like an alright contest to me.” he finally uttered as he addressed the rest of her statement. he reached to the cardboard laying in front of them, pressing a digit on the letters. he pretended to read them before he casually retreated his hand. it was a baseless movement, a distraction. he figured at this point he’d just fidgeted under her gaze. taemin forced himself to look at her. “I agree with you. But say, who knows? Maybe the winning couple could donate it.” 

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She nodded slowly, acknowledging him giving her the upper hand in the matter, and somehow the memory of perhaps one of the first things she said to him flashed through her mind, causing the corners of her lips to mildly tug upwards as she suppressed a tiny smile. Manipulator. Whether or not he truly was attempting to manipulate her by giving her the choice, (like last time), to her surprise, she did not mind it.

She breathed a quiet sigh. He was sharp, and she knew her hesitance was well registered by him, which sparked further uneasiness within her about what he’d think of it, what theories he would come up with to justify her stalling. Then it struck her that perhaps she was thinking too much into it, that it was ridiculous to be so self-conscious, that it was quite uncharacteristic of her, and that she had to come to terms with her next step within the next ten seconds.

Ten... her fingers tucked loose strands of long, silky hair behind her ear. Nine... she inhaled softly, subtly holding the air within her for a moment. Eight... she exhaled silently. Seven... she regarded the instructions once more, though they seemed more like a blur of jumbled words. Six... she loosened her grip on her phone. Five...she breathed a soft chuckle. Four... “Well...” she whispered, “It’s just a kiss, right?” Three... she turned enough to face him. Two... she brushed confidence onto her voice, “might as well be that winning couple then.” One... she gave into the impulse.

Delicate fingers traced his jawline, and gently pressed against his cheek. She tilted her head just enough, closing the gap between their noticeably varying heights as she shifted her weight onto her toes. Then her lids fell over her eyes, and she finally submitted to the foreign sensation of his lips against hers.

[spxsera]

Sorry, what?

[spxsera]

jinyoungspx:

Jinyoung hadn’t really plan on doing much today. But of course, when a close friend had called him with the question if he could help him that day with arranging a few things, he wasn’t someone to say no to that. Thought there was something that really stood out that day. Which was mostly the fact that the girl, reading in the elevator, was reading there even when he had gotten up and down several times already.

So for a change, he rode the elevator up and down with her, curious as to what got her so out of this world. Soon a knowing smile appeared on his face as he saw the book that she was reading. Well that was something that could zone him out of the real world as well. Eventually he couldn’t hold it anymore. With a soft chuckle he carefully prodded her. “I was saying that there might be more comfortable places to read, than standing in the elevator for so long,” he said with a kind smile on his face.

She was naturally a polite individual, with a gentle smile generally placed on her lips. And so, when her reading was interrupted, she wasn’t one to react in irritation. She simply smiled and gestured at the key pads, “Can’t be that long, I’m just going two floors up--” That was when she realized the key to her floor was no longer lit. She was sure she had pressed it, but maybe her concentration distracted her from doing so? 

Her brows knit slightly as she pressed the button once more, instinctively checking the time on her watch. “You don’t say I’ve been standing here this long...” She broke into a quiet chuckle, shaking her head. It wasn’t that she had forgot to press the button, but she was fooled into thinking so due to its constant movement. “What can I say... it’s one of my favourites, even if I lost count of how many times I’ve read it! ...buuut, thanks from saving me from what could’ve ended in an elevator camping session.”

[spxsera]

Sorry, what?

OPEN STARTER

Something that has always proved to be an instant picker-upper for her is reading some of her favourite detective novels. You’d think with the amount of clandestine and deductive work in her lifestyle, she’d be bored out of her mind of that theme, but that certainly wasn’t the case. Her love for mystery novels today was just as strong as it was when she was a child.

And so she was immersed in (re-)reading one of her absolute favourites: Murder on the Orient Express by Agatha Christie, completely unaware that she has been standing in the elevator for nearly thirty minutes already, but a prod from someone who has used the elevator multiple times during that time period broke her out of her trance.

She looked a little lost now that she was snatched out of the fictive world of her novel, and back into the real world, “sorry, did you say something?”

[spxsera]

I know this is a little late, but I have my girls on hiatus cause I’ve been super busy with school and obligatory travelling. But... cries... guys... who’s still around?

[spxsera]

Sorry, what?

OPEN STARTER

Something that has always proved to be an instant picker-upper for her is reading some of her favourite detective novels. You’d think with the amount of clandestine and deductive work in her lifestyle, she’d be bored out of her mind of that theme, but that certainly wasn’t the case. Her love for mystery novels today was just as strong as it was when she was a child.

And so she was immersed in (re-)reading one of her absolute favourites: Murder on the Orient Express by Agatha Christie, completely unaware that she has been standing in the elevator for nearly thirty minutes already, but a prod from someone who has used the elevator multiple times during that time period broke her out of her trance.

She looked a little lost now that she was snatched out of the fictive world of her novel, and back into the real world, “sorry, did you say something?”

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Jonghyun would’ve sighed in the phone was the female not on the other end. He chuckled instead, the sound of it not quite as hollow as he expected it to be. He’d practiced those all too well. How long has it been, really? “Sorry, it’s just..” I’m not used to it. He never minded putting a face for strangers, and it’s been long sinde he cared even the slightest for someone he could call less than that. More or less, in between of close. “Well.” He cleared his throat. Here, is where things got tricky. “..that was the other part I’ve been… meaning to bring up.” 

Jonghyun glanced at his ceiling, suddenly all too keen in the patterns that the uneven texture the cement created. He started to wonder if it really was the material he had in mind at all that it was made of. “She’s been juuust a bit insistent…on…well.. us.” He squinted his eyes at the corners, scrutinizing the shadows, skeptical. Hadn’t he cleaned there before? or was that just painting? “It’s outdoors, you don’t need anything, really. Someone organizes them, and it’s mostly a surprise. If we do need something, they let us know. I wasn’t notified of anything.”

[spxsera]

She had dismissed the build-up from before, went back to chewing and scrolling down her screen of chess movements. But all paused when he confirmed her initial hypothesis. She sighed deeply after a moment’s pause, irritation clearly printed on her features. “She never listens, does she?” she muttered under her breath in sheer annoyance. “I’m sorry Jjong, I’ll give her a call and sort this out. I told her before, countlessly, that we don’t see each other that way.” She was shaking her head now, slightly glaring at nothing specific. “But I guess she has to apply her work strategies on everything else in life too.” The struggles of being the daughter of a politician... she thought and sighed once more. “I’ll make sure to put a stop to her attempts.” Then she proceeded to mumble, mainly to herself: “God... it’s not like I’m in my late thirties or something...”

“But anyway, alright. Just send me the address, I’ll come.” She didn’t mind offering a helping hand to begin with, but now, with the trouble her mother caused him, she felt more obliged to do so, as a mild form of compensation.

[spxsera]

6; 19; 30

6. What languages do they speak? Do they have any idiosyncrasies or identifiable patterns of speech, word usages, etc?

Sera is fluent in both Korean and English, sans accent nor trouble in each, and she speaks strong French and Japanese.

As for Korean, it’s due to having Korean parents who actually paid attention that she appropriately picked up their mother tongue. 

And as for English, it’s because she’s been in international schools her entire life with English being the main language of instruction, plus she has years of immersion under her belt as the majority of the decade she spent outside of Korea was in anglophone countries. 

She has strong French due to taking it as her “second” language in school, and her mother expecting only the best from her, ensured she had enough private tutoring for her French to be sufficient, (+she did spend some time in francophone settings. 

The last assignment her mother had while Sera was still living with her was in Japan, so by default, she started to learn the language. She has a minimum of a year and a half of continuous immersion, (and nearly full-time Japanese education with her being the obsessive workaholic she is.)

That being said, one thing you should know about Sera is that she has an intensive database of useful and seemingly pointless pieces of info stored in her head, and she is a very fast learner. She is familiar with other languages, especially those of Latin descendance, such as Spanish and Italian, and she has an idea about how Greek functions, as well as some Germanic languages after she had developed a keen interest in Old English. However with these languages, while she might get the gist of what is being said, she would not be able to communicate at a comprehensible level.

In terms of idiosyncrasies, she doesn’t have anything specific. Although she is prone to reciting quotes from memory that do befit a situation.

19. What is their favorite texture?

I thought a lot about how to answer this, and I just kept coming up of textures she disliked rather than textures she liked. So until I come up with what she likes, here’s what she dislikes: velvet (the fabric), most wool sweaters, dust, chalk, or anything powdery.

30. Do they have any allergies or chronic conditions?

She’s actually pretty healthy, so no allergies or illnesses, but insomnia might be a chronic condition of hers, mainly cause she thinks a lot, always analyzing or reviewing something, so that keeps her up longer than it should. It’s a temperamental condition though; there more often than not, but not always.

[spxsera]

9, 10, 14

9. As a child, what did they want to be when they grew up? Did they realize their dream?

As a child, Sera thought she knew exactly what she would grow up to be; a detective. Her father started off as a police officer, ranked up to a detective, and kept ranking up further and further until he became a Senior Special Agent with the National Intelligence Service (NIS) of Korea, (aside from being a Kingsman.) She’s a lot like her father, and if it wasn’t seeing him invest the majority of his time into the job that influenced her, it was her near-obsession with mysteries, solving them, and finding the truth.

Now in terms of realizing that dream, the answer is both a yes and a no. Sera has plenty of contacts within the police force (in multiple nations, actually), and growing up… she was somehow in the right place and time for many cases, and inserted herself into the investigation, (often ending up being threatened to be arrested for “obstruction of justice”, but the charges always dropped because of her actually helpful contributions.) She was nicknamed a “child-” and following so “high-school detective” in her younger years.

Growing up though, she realized that if she were to join the force, she wasn’t going to go about it through the Police Academy. She wanted to be more involved in the investigation than anyone else when she got a case on her hand, and what better way to do that than to become a CSI? And so she studied Forensic Science in University, minoring in Psychology.

But her plans were interrupted when she was recruited by Kingsman. She completed her degree, but didn’t work with it for long after as it often conflicted with her more clandestine missions. And so after the completion of a certain case, she submitted her resignation, sans explanation. Members of the SPD still try to convince her to return to the job, often attempting to “lure” her in by giving her the temporary badge of a “police consultant”, and they’ve almost succeeded multiple times as her thirst for mystery, and the whole process of seeking out the truth, is her most overpowering drug, (plus the fact that, like her father, she is an obsessive workaholic.) But for the time being, she holds her ground.

10. What makes them feel safe or secure? What makes them feel insecure or unsafe?

Sera is brave, courageous, bold; there isn’t something specific that would plant fear in her heart, or snatch away her sense of security. Perhaps because her sense of security is heavily based on the fact that she trusts in herself and her abilities. So I suppose the moment she thinks she can’t handle or do something, then fear might seep into her chest. She is prone to the natural forms of fear, of a palpitating heart when a gun is pointed at her, or a knife is pressed against the throat of a hostage. That being said though, she is not one who is handicapped in the face of fear. It is very unlikely that fear will stand in her way of acting and reacting.

14. What are they like when they are drunk?

Sera actually does not drink, if she can help it, (almost at all and regardless of the type of the drink; as long as it has alcohol, she wouldn’t want it). The idea of losing control over herself is something she refuses to experience, (and it is perhaps one of her biggest fears.) The only time she would drink is if a mission required her to, but even then, she’d likely order the least alcoholic beverage on the menu, or would take a few sips and set her glass down, not intending to touch it again. I can’t quite answer what she’s like as a drunk, because I doubt she ever drank to the point of being drunk. (Though I kinda imagine that she’d have a weak tolerance to alcohol negl.)

[spxsera]

Tracker. [022816]

Awaiting:

@spxsoohyuk [ A Blanket and a Warm Cup of Tea ]

@spxjonghyun [ Foresight ]

@spxtaemin [ Out of the Blue ]

@spxsuho [ First Aid and a Side of Soup ]

@spxbyul [ Art Buddies ]

Plotting:

@hyunaspx

@spxjung

@himchanspx

@spxhoseok

@spxgayoung

@spxkyuhyun

@kimheechulspx

@leesungyeolspx

You? [ Please with a cherry on top? ; u ; ]

To-Do:

Meme questions

[its-jace]

Art Buddies [[mby&jsr]]

[its-jace]

“That;s no fun.” She replied, running a hand through her hair. She waited a few more seconds before removing the wrapping from Sera’s arm. “You;re blood pressure is high. You sleeping enough?” Byul Yi asked, writing down a few quick things on the paper before dropping it on the bed and heading to her almost broken cupboard filled with medicine. She pulled a small bottle and took out a few, then placed it back in place and went to grab a bottle of water.

The statement made the blonde grin slightly. She didn’t have much out of work,  a few friends and just people. “That;s true. Whenever you have time, love. Just call.” the medic replied as she handed the medicine and water to the female, before keeping on with the records. Nodding every now and then out of habit.

“Kick boxing is hella different from all the things you just said. Plus, it seems so calm compared to what you do. It might be hybrid, but with no patterns.. damn, it will be fun.” Byul Yi laughed loudly, smiling at Sera for a short second before letting a small sigh past her lips. “I really need to get a punching bag in this room, it will be fun.”

[spxsera]

Sera blinked at the question, taking a moment to respond, “Mostly, yes.” Then her lids fell over her eyes once more as her medic stepped away to grab the medicine. “Alright.” She breathed her reply in a soft, exhausted sigh, and opened her eyes once more as she was handed the pills. She stared at them for a moment, keeping them in her hand, then proceeded to reply, “I guess you’ll only see what I mean if you watched it in action.” Then she chuckled and nodded in agreement about adding a punching bag into the room.

 But tired or not, she was always inquisitive. She was still staring at the pills in her palm, unable to tell what they were for. And so, she didn’t take them. Her body, after all, was her temple; so she wasn’t about to put just anything into it. “What’s this for?”

[spxsera]

Obligatory Semi-Hiatus

Hello everyone! This is just to say that I'm putting both my girls (Sera and Lyla) on a semi-hiatus (and perhaps even a full one) as the Internet in my dorm has been absolutely terrible for days, but today it just reached another level and it's driving me crazy. OTL So until then, my activity will be quite limited as I wanna save my phone's data for later. :( Thank you and happy rping!

[spxlyla]

Hello everyone! I hope you’re all surviving the winter better than I am. ; u ; I know I’ve been kinda slow, (mainly due to being sick + having midterms), but I’ll try my best to get to things asap.(including the questions! which btw, each person that reblogged should have received an ask from either Lyla or Sera depending on which account I was on at the time.)

That being said, I would really like to pick up some more plots/threads for both my girls, so if you could please like this post, I will come straight to you and we can plot!

They each have a plots’ page too: ( Sera + Lyla ), so feel free to check them out.

Aaaaand, happy rping!

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nicol.e.j: 寒いのに来てくれてありがとうございます>_<すごく楽しい時間でした 気をつけて帰って下さいね！ #fukuoka #福岡 #DontStop

[spxsera]

first-aid and a side of soup.

@spxsuho

Despite her protests her dad still left to attend to some “errands”. He was a workaholic, and still recovering from severe injuries or not, he wasn’t going to laze around home. She didn’t approve, but she knew she’d have done the same had she been in his shoes, and so she took that opportunity to prepare a hearty meal for him when he returned.

But it wasn’t even half an hour later that she heard the front gate of their house opening. Surprised, she peeked out of the window, at the same time as she heard her dad loudly calling for her. “Oh dear God…” She set the knife in her hand down on the counter and quickly washed her hands before dashing out the door.

“Who is this? What happened to him?!” Her dad was limping, struggling in balancing his weight on the crutch he was forced to use as he recovered, and in keeping the weight of an unconscious young man from toppling them both to the ground. 

Sera carefully adjusted the weight of the stranger onto her, and off her father. “I got him dad, let him go. Sheesh, your stitches will rupture!” But he was a man of action, (just like her), and he still somewhat helped in the transportation of the stranger who was bloodied, aside from knocked-out.

“So you still bring strangers home, huh?” Sera said after some time, all while sanitizing a gash by the boy’s lips.

“The best of men are–” He was interrupted by Sera who finished the sentence; “those who live in the service of others. Don’t worry, I haven’t forgotten.” She spent a whole decade outside of Korea, but the values instilled in her by him as a child were forever engraved.

Her father anxiously checked the time, and realized he would be very late if he did not take off at once, and so he got up once more. “Keep me updated.” He demanded.

“You too. Call me every hour or I will call you!”

“I thought I was the parent here…”

“You are!”

They both exchanged a glance and chuckled, then he left, closing the front door behind him.

Sera attended to the cuts on the unknown guest’s knuckles when she felt him awakening finally. “Hello.” She greeted him with a soft smile.

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taemin had been aware, before he’d sputtered his suggestion, from the start the requirements for participation in the event. however, just because he was aware it did not mean he’d been deliberate about it; he’d been wandering off for far longer than she was, by the look of it. not prone to be one on time, although neither late; he was earlier out of sheer luck, and not delayed by the customary tribulations he encountered every morning – he had a good night of sleep, for one. — he took advantage of it and therefore got himself informed.

still, it’d been short-lived thought process that transformed an idea to an action. frequently, he found himself basing his decisions out of premeditation. on this occasion though, taemin was unable to regain a certain balance during. he felt compelled to appeal to his emotions, because well, it was obvious; he cared to remember her for so long, for a reason. his mind, more often than not, got rid of faces and data he didn’t need; a brain that was geared and trained to retrieve and gather intelligence that served a purpose, promptly disposed of knowledge that didn’t meet a set of conditions. 

she’d been a wild card that slipped through his stack without his consent or awareness. he wasn’t supposed to see her again; but just like he didn’t dismiss her existence after that one encounter that brought their paths to cross, foolishly and recklessly even leaving behind a venue for a second concurrence. he was caught in the moment; captured by an interest he rarely, if ever, felt towards anyone further than ephemeral and uncompromising. 

it was the third time she was placed in his life the same way he met her, and shouldn’t that signify something greater than the first? “okay.” he answered simply, trailing after her as he watched her read and observed her features with keen openness. 

admittedly, taemin was one who liked to place people into categories in spite of it being an unreliable method; for these, both the individuals and their divisions, consistently shifted and moved away from the originals, every person ultimately only somewhat predictable – it helped him maintain some sense of order and control, anyways.–  and at any rate, it’d been impossible back then to fit sera into one. sadly, this didn’t aid his apparent growing infatuation with her. one he was sure sooner than later it would come to reach a point of no return. 

hence why he came up blank as she made her choice. he wouldn’t know what it would be, why, or how she’d get to it. so, he awaited without expectations, a relaxed and nonchalance stance settled into the ease of his shoulders and expression. he placed both of his hands inside his jacket, attention fixed on hers in silence; and noticing her doubtful air. taemin broke the hush with an opening for refusal. “ready?”

[spxsera]

Her lips pressed together, though subtly, as she considered the situation. Sera wasn’t so sure kissing the man standing next to her was such a good idea, (and she refused to admit to herself that her hesitance was partially fuelled by the fact she would be giving up her first kiss, so simply, to someone she barely knew). But it wasn’t just that; the last time they crossed paths, and that swift exchange of contact, opening the door for her to seek him out if she wished, and the turbulence it sparked within her for weeks after was still engraved in her mind. (She would, once again, refuse to admit even to herself that such tempest brewed within her for days on end before she finally responded to its calling. Yet while her pride denied the truth, her subconscious saw right threw her, and so prompted her hesitance.)

The last time ended in disappointment, but she doubted he would have known, and she sure intended to keep it that way.

Though now she was reminded of the same questions that puzzled her mind three years ago. Where had he disappeared to when she had come to find him? For a while, back then, she almost considered that his disappearance was a deliberate attempt to convince her that their evening spent together was a figment of her imagination, but she quickly dismissed such ludicrous thoughts, for after all, she had always been of a very sound mind.

She eyed him intensely; thoughtful eyes taking in his every feature, registering his every move, perhaps in baseless hope to find some answers to the questions that continued to flood her mind. But at the sound of his voice, she broke her gaze, and attempted to naturally glance away, all while knowing that whether or not her staring was subtle, (which it wasn’t very much), he would have still registered it.

“Well...” She replied, her lips stretching into a faint smile, “we’d need a camera and...” her fingers clutched at her cellphone, knowing too well they got all the tools they needed. “Honestly, what kind of contest is this? It’s so awful to say the money would only be donated if there are no winners. For the charity’s sake, I hope no one wins.” She added, but in truth, she was simply stalling as she tried to come to terms with the initial condition of the scavenger hunt.

It all depended on whether or not she truly valued her first kiss, and she liked to think that she didn’t, that the only reason this would be her first was the result of a pure coincidence, and not due to anything sentimental. 

But truth of the matter was that she was somewhat nervous, and simply because it was him she had to kiss.