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8:57PM. it was a rather cold night considering they were in the middle of summer, when the days are hot and the nights are warm, a gentle breeze making the late hours of the journey chill enough to be able to wear shorts and sleeveless t-shirts and let the atmosphere embrace you. bomhwa was going back to her dorm after a few hours of work at the café and a few make-up appointments her friend’s friends requested; she wanted to decline them, because saturdays are to laze around after working in the and not to work even more, but oh well, she needed some extra money, so even if she wanted to, she couldn’t give herself the privilege to do so.

it seemed like, after all, it was going to be a good day, she didn’t have any problems at work, the appointments went pretty well and she hadn’t had any inconvenients, the day flowed really smoo──  ❛ what the FUCK.  ❜ she exclaimed after collapsing against a body slightly taller than hers. before she had the time to yell at the other person, she felt how her fingers weren’t gripping her make-up briefcase anymore, and, oh. ❛ oh my god. oh, my G O D. ❜ said briefcase was on the floor, opened, and with all the content in it splattered on the sidewalk; the creams and different foundations were smeared all over the floor, some palettes were beyond broken, lipsticks now in half and dirty. she turned to face the person who made all that mess happen, lips pressed in a thin line and index finger pointing at them. ❛ you. you  are going to pay all of this, i don’t care what you say. i will follow you around until you pay me. i will track you down !!  i── i know people who can do so. ❜ yeah, nice one, now is when he’s not going to pay you, you dumbass.

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His dull pair of optics divert themselves to the floors of a familiar hallway, the same route he frequently took to his office. This was, needless to say, a grand disaster. What formerly took on the form of a photographic contrivance was reduced to smithereens of plastic and glass, scattered throughout the narrow space. Following these pieces was an expansion of liquid, filling the cracks imprinted between square tiles whilst revealing a veil of transparency as it spread. His pair of gallards were stained with the remains of what were left from his caffeinated beverage and Wesley could only sneer in disgust. Recovery from impact was simply unnecessary, as he had not been the one to fall. Rather than fretting for the fallen, the lack of luster his footwear now bore contained the vast of his concerns. With a flick of his ankles in attempts to dry, he pilfers a glance at his wrist watch. Time was valuable. No need to waste it on irrelevance. He paid no mind to the seemingly younger of the duo, who was undoubtedly wincing in toilsome strife. A device worth hundreds, Wesley could merely assume. Shame. He harbored no sympathy, thus leading to a swift maneuver as he headed for his destination once more. His distaste for such adolescence merely heightened with experience by the day.

“... I highly suggest you keep your eyes open when you walk, child.” 

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“The ones with the animals…. well the angle is nice…?” She gulped before continuing. “But they scare me.” Gyuri looked up at him as she gently moved the photograph of an animal’s carcass away from her. Now hovering her hand over the photograph that displayed a landscape, which she couldn’t make the location, came to her liking. “But this one! This one is lovely.” She smiled as her eyes took in the detail of the photo then once again, glanced at the male. “You really have an eye for this, eh? I never knew it was possible to make dead animals look beautiful.” The short haired woman joked. “Aish, so talented.”

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♚ —  ❝Get off your fuckin’ pedestal.❞ Words are pressed into the solid desk beneath him, looking up to glare at his senior by two years. Nathan Ahn. The boy who was impossibly full of himself, and it’s only been a week since he was aware of the male but he has been increasingly picking at Enzo’s irritation for the entire time. ❝Just because you have your little money and rich boy privileges doesn’t make you shit.❞ Rising to his full height to flick him in the chest, he bullies him to the corner of the room more so with his firmer stature than the two inches he has over the kid.

♚ — Enzo knows he’s intimidating. maybe not in height, but with his built frame and belligerent attitude anyone that passes him can tell he is a force to reckon with. Nothing can stop him from what he wants, and he will succeed in the end. This moment, telling Nathan off was his top priority. ❝You have no right to be here more than anyone else– at least the majority of us have worked for it.❞ Bringing a bruised hand up, he grabs the other’s chin in his fingers with a solid grip, smirk pulling on split lips. ❝And what have you done? Nothing. Too damn entitled to know what the real struggle is like– so fucking ignorant.❞