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10: Neck Kiss

     At first -- a shriek, followed by laughter. Here Eungyeol was, injured from his latest match and had been hobbling around enough in such a pathetic way that all Jin could do was take pity and offer help.

     But no, just carrying the other piggy-back style didn't satisfy the soccer player, seeing a good opportunity to mess around and seizing it. He demanded bridal style, too lazy to shift from his chair being the main culprit. And here Jin was, attempting to scoop him up, having almost dropped him once before really getting him out of the chair.

     ❝ I swear... ❞  came forth from the elder, grumbling to himself, finding himself holding his breath from the strain of lifting such weight. At least Eungyeol wasn't chunky, but rather lithe in build. 

     At last Jin got the other into his arms with threat of dropping him at any moment on his lips as well as not by option -- he didn't work on heavy lifting often enough to be qualified for this ridiculous task. 

     ❝ Aw! It's almost like I'm a princess. You'll buy me lots of things, right? ❞      With that, Eungyeol laughed, clearly joking around as he clasped his hands together, lips puckering and eyes closing like he was sure most Disney princesses did. Jin visibly rolled his eyes in response, focusing on the momentous task of just getting the other to the elevator.

     Yet -- he stumbled, a foot jutting out in pure instinct being what saved them both from tumbling, making a large stamping noise in the process and body hunched over from being so off-balance.      And then they both became keenly aware of it: Eungyeol's lips connected to his neck, and not just a brush but rather a full-on kiss.

     Jin almost dropped him right then and there.

     The soccer player sharply gasped and leaned as far back as his position could, gaze immediately averting and face flushing. For his part, Jin remained calm, though perhaps only on the surface.

     ❝ ... I don't think princesses do that, ❞ was all the other man could say, tone revealing just how much emotion (anger? disgust? shock?) was bubbling beneath such an indifferent facade, yet he persisted at the task he was given, sucking in a breath to finish carrying Eungyeol to that damn elevator. Next time, the brat got crutches. 

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"Yah, Jung Woo Jin. Didn’t I tell you to be careful?" She spoke in English. Her voice was low, filled with anger and worry as she wrapped his, yet again, injured ankle. SeNa didn’t bother to look at him but deep down, guilt rushed over her due to her scolding towards the young boy. They were both so close, he was like a younger brother she always wanted. She was protective of him and he knew that but it didn’t stop him from listening to her when it came to her worries. "Noona, Thank you.." She heard his light mumbles, "But I’m fine, really." This triggered something in her. SeNa’s head snapped up with a glare, meeting his gaze. "You’re fine? Look at you." She scoffed, "You’re injured. Again. Is it wrong to worry for you?!” Silence took over. Her fingers ran through her hair before she kneeled down in front of him, gently taking his hand. Woo Jin was silent, not daring to say anything that would anger her. His eyes looked at their hands, slowly gripping back in response. “Look, I’m just worried, y’know that..” SeNa whispered, staring at the ground with her lips pursed together, “I’m sorry for raising my voice at you, Woo Jin-ah.” Without hesitation, his lips curved into a small smile as he leaned down to gently pat her head. “No, noona.. I’m sorry.” Woo Jin paused, resting his forehead onto the top of her head, “There’s no need to worry anymore. I’ll be careful from now on.”

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 What’s your name? Choi Sura

When’s your birthday? 7.12

Where are you from? New York, United States.

Have a crush? I don't have a crush.. boys sucks most of the time.

What’s your favorite color? brown, yellow and pink.

Write something in caps. SMY TUMMY HURTS.

Got a fav band/artist? Favorite singer is Sam Smith and band.. maybe The White Stripes

Favorite number? 13 is a beautiful number, don't you think so?

Favorite drink? Alcohol? uuh- I almost don't drink but I guess it's wine since it's what I drink the most?

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     Her practices had begun ending later and later. It already sent her on edge, walking home under the dimming sky through desolate streets. She was distraught with trepidation. Her route home started well-lit, however the further into the night she walked the emptier and darker her surroundings became. Before long she began imagining things. A shadowy figure hopping out of sight just in time, the glimmer of a fleeting man in the corner of her eye, the sound of a camera shutter.

     Soon she doubted these encounters to be just figments of her imagination. They seemed too real. It'd been a week and she'd still foolishly attempted to convince herself it was nothing. That the eyes she felt burning into her back was simple paranoia. That the muffled footsteps she heard falling into rhythm with hers belonged to an innocent passerby. That the heavy breathing was simply someone... Out of breath.

     Tonight it all seemed painfully obvious. She willed herself not to look back, pushing away the paralyzing fear that threatened to stop her from walking. She attempted to quicken her pace, sensing the stranger's presence near. Tears stung her eyes. She'd allowed this to reach such a point. Her fate would be her own fault. A hand brushed the hem of her skirt and she screamed, breaking out into a complete run before the stalker could grab her.

     She ran blindly, twisting and turning through the late evening in an attempt to lose her tail. Her heart pounded against her chest, tears burning down her cheeks. Her running was far from graceful, it was frantic. She'd nearly tripped over herself several times, each slip up allowing her follower to catch up. Finally, she cut through an alley, hurtling down the street and at last finding an open shop to seek refuge in.

     She burst in, stumbling forward before falling to her hands and knees. She gulped for air, her vision blurred and every inch of her body trembling. "H-Help me, please. Someone's following me." Her voice sounded in a panicked rasp, wearily she raised her gaze, concluding she was in a music store. Her eyes swept the room, praying there was someone willing to help. 

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"Can we hold hands?"

"Why, of course!" she flashed him a grin, extending an open palm out towards the male.