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❝ Were you talking to me? ❞
Kikwang let out a small sigh before he raised an eyebrow at the unknown woman. It was now obvious to him she wasn’t paying attention. That or perhaps it was his fault for speaking too fast. However, he honestly couldn’t help it when it was a nervous habit the often does subconsciously. Nodding his head to answer her question, the twenty-four year old repeated himself for the second time, asking her,
❝ Did you call for a designated driver or not? ❞
❝ I'm surrounded by idiots. ❞
"Oh, really?" he asked rather rhetorically. "Please do enlighten me as to why you would say that?" He was curious to see why a woman, especially an unknown, would say such a thing.
"Thankfully, it's not my job to help you."
"You can say that again," Felix mutters under his breath, the notes of dissatisfaction in his tone still ringing clearly, even when his voice itself was unintentionally muted. He cradles his phone in his hand, a coffee in the other, and slides a calloused thumb over the glass of the touch-screen. He's scrolling through a hefty note on his phone, flicking through it rapidly— one that he had deliriously typed out during the tribulation of his daily migraine. The note he had used was jokingly ( morbidly ) titled 'GROCERY SHOPPING LIST'. In reality, it was a checklist, of sorts, that contained a twenty-some names; all names were paired with a time, a date, a location. Just looking at it makes him tired. It was his job, and his job a l o n e, to reap all individual souls that were doomed to perish— by their own hands, no less. The only thing that kept him going was that he only worked with suicides ( with the exception of a murder, maybe even manslaughter, on the occasion ), which averaged about forty per day. She really should be glad it's not her job. But with a single touch, he could make it so, if he should desire it. And, boy, does he desire.
desoleis
There they were.
Those boots. Those damn perfect boots she had been searching for since god knows when. It was insane but wherever she searched – be it online or on the high street – they were inaccessible to Lucia. Either they were far too large or far too small, a different cut or colour or just sold out. And (not to sound dramatic) it was somehow like there was a large conspiracy against her ever owning those boots. Now, to be frank, she was not one to be caught up in the latest trends or fashion items so it wasn’t as though she had a knack for sniffing out these sorts of situations. These boots were a different story though, and she kept her eyes wide open for the possibility of stumbling across them when she’d least expect it.
Like right now. It was by chance that she had wandered into this little shoe boutique; the petite size was cute and it had a comfortable impression that she adored. She skimmed through the selection – although it was small, they had a range of different types and actually it was all very well priced. Mostly, she did her shopping online, but when finding a place with a similar aura to this boutique she would often make it an exception. She would make this place an exception. Roaming through the aisle, she found herself in the boot section. Expectations arose but quickly fell. They were nice. But not the type she wanted.
Another female had situated herself in front of the boots as well, a pretty little creature with the most beautiful eyes. She was the type of human you could not help but admire, sculpted by the Gods like a doll of some sort. And Lucia would have been content with appreciating her looks if she hadn’t had those damn boots in her hands. She had them. This gorgeous little thing was holding her boots and, God, did that make her blood boil.
The initial expression of faint curiosity was washed away with instant jealously; her features which had been relaxed previously tightened into a scowl. It was stupid, and she knew it, but Lucia had little control over her emotions. Addressing the boot stealer with a scoff, she turned to her, hands on hips and asked: “Do you really think they’d suit you?” It was a low blow, but even so she was far too caught up in her own sullenness to care. She didn’t suit this bitterness over boots.
"I don't suppose you could hurry this up."
➤desoleis.
"I don't suppose you could hurry this up."
{ &; she’s one person, capable of doing as much as mostly everyone around her can do. limitations were evident due to slight weaknesses but she’s managing well on her own. what bothers her most of all is someone pushing her to quicken things up, which she isn’t trying to be hypocritical knowing she has a tendency to inform someone to hurry up. patience, hayoung never had any of that. her tongue swipes across her bottom lip out of habit, trying to tell her over and over into quiet chants to not grab this particular stranger by the collar of her shirt to shut her up. lips cracked into a bitter smile, head inclining to her direction while she’s reaching over for another article of clothing in order to purchase it last minute. purposely, making her wait another extra minute or two in line with the rest of them. and it was a simple shirt she was most likely going to wear a couple times indoors when being at home on her own. }
❝And I don’t suppose you can keep your pretty little lips together to be quiet. I’m almost done, you’re next. Be thankful there isn’t another damn person in front of you.❞
❝ If you don't think, then you shouldn't talk. ❞
They were mere strangers, but an ill placed, inadvertent comment on his behalf had already generated a discord between them, an unfortunate beginning for the harrowing length of time that was to come.
She did not look angered, vexed, nor incredulous like he had expected, but her words suggested otherwise. Instead, a dim sort of disappointment dusted over her features, and he felt his heart weigh down tediously at the sight. Though regret coursed through his veins and arteries, his pride remained nonpareil as always, causing the induction of an apology to rise and fall from the tip of his tongue as briskly as it had come.
"That's not what I meant," He rumbled after a few moments of silence. The half-assed justification was cliché, overrated and over used to a point where it had lost all factual meaning. "I didn't mean to call you that..."
Shifting his gaze away with a swallow, Jongin rose to his full height, commanding the girl with his velveteen voice once more. "Just...just continue with the tour, alright? Show me the lecture hall."
[ desoleis, xconflagrate, jo-ngin, bvsile, jinsyun, jongiplier and translucerez. ]
➤ take a deep breath and smile, hong yukyung. this is like any other normal day. walk up to them, tap them on the shoulder and wave.
the female practically skipped up to the stranger that was standing in front of her and there was a lonely aura around them which made her want to befriend that person. tapping on their shoulder, a bright smile graced her features.
↳ hello, hello! i do hope i'm not bothering you in any way. how are you today dear stranger? i wish you're having a wonderful day today, if not, there's always tomorrow to make things up!
there goes her upbeat personality again. she crossed her fingers, praying to god that she didn't scare them off.
Black
Send me a cup of coffee.
Black: Recall the worst insult you’ve ever received.
That isn't something Sungyeol likes recalling. He had been called many names, since he has been allegedly the one responsible for the deaths of some animals, and their owners weren't quite happy to know their beloved pets had passed away. But the worst insult he's ever been called was probably something similar to brainless. Considering al the effort he'd put to enter university, that really hurt him.
