:: adjectius.
“Oppa, stop– Seriously.” Her voice boomed about the corridor. She held onto her shoes by the heel with her index and middle finger, staring down at her brother only several meters away. Haessal could see the ice engraved into Seokjin’s eyes, and they didn’t even dare to blink as they were firmly plastered on his sister’s presence. Instead, fire ignited with annoyance in her sweet, now acidic, voice. All Haessal wanted to was just go–go back home to the comfort of her small studio apartment. She didn’t want to be held up in her brother’s business, much less bossed around by someone who wasn’t her mother and father, even though her brother always meant well. This time, though, the siblings didn’t click that late evening, leaving Haessal in an uncomfortable position with the need to jet off back home.
Despite her brother’s demand to stay until the night had passed, the younger threw her shoes onto the tiled floor, kicking her sneakers on as she prepared to leave. With Haessal’s young yet impulsive nature, Seokjin’s words of stale worry wouldn’t stop her in her tracks. “Stop saying stuff like that. I’ll be fine, alright? I’ll text you when I get home…” she paused in thought, sighing heavily. “I don’t want to be here right now…” Haessal muttered wearily.
“I’m just saying -- it really isn’t safe out right now. Haessal... don’t be childish.” Seokjin groaned quietly before letting his eyelids fall shut, a low sigh escaping him as he tried to find his cool; searching for an apology somewhere amidst the awkward silence. He hadn’t meant to pick a fight with her, really -- the male was still feeling insanely stressed with all of the issues piling up at the office, even having to lash out on a few of his employees for slacking off. There was really no time to be slacking, in Seokjin’s defense. Not when someone had embezzled money from the company just recently. All of it had begun to take a toll on him lately. There you go, making everything about you again, Moon Seokjin. Resolve this now.
Swallowing down his pride, Seokjin, stoic as ever, made his way to scoop her heels up and off the floor, clutching them in his arms as he followed after her before she had a chance to escape. “Alright, alright. I’m sorry. Let me walk you home at least, yeah? Butterscotch hasn’t felt fresh air all day.” As if on cue, the small labrador appeared from the kitchen, padding over to the both of them, almost hesitantly, like he was listening to them all along. “Now come on. We’ll pick up some ddeokbokki along the way.”
