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"you can't seriously be doing this again." kenji says, frustration and heartache palpable in his gaze. "you're aware that you're torn over the same thing for the third time in the past two weeks, right?" it's rare for kenji to lose his characteristic composure, yet this time he can't help it anymore. "why can't you see that you deserve so much better than that scumbag?" / @lcveloop
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“There’s my favorite lawyer.” Ches greets Solomon with a grin, standing on the tips of her toes in an attempt to press a quick kiss to the man’s cheek. “Did you eat yet? Because if you’re not too busy, I could buy you lunch. I got another letter for you.” Sure, letters were meant to be mailed, but if she was going to see him, she might as well hand deliver this one.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀a closed invite to @lcveloop, ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ featuring son jieun. .ᐟ ♡
⠀⠀⠀⊹ ࣪ ˖⠀⠀⠀the engine still purrs quietly beneath the hood of her car while she kills the cigarette against the cold concrete beneath the soles of her shoes. it's late — late enough that the city has gone quiet, late enough for the adrenaline of race from hours earlier to have already been worn off ... but instead, it still hums beneath cold skin, making it impossible for her to stand still ( not that she has ever been particularly good at doing so ). jieun's attention remains fixed firmly on the ground all throughout, glaring at the few puddles of rain like they had personally offended her, which is probably why she doesn't notice the figure approaching — only when a familiar pair of formal shoes enters peripheral vision does her exhausted gaze lift. for one awful, breathless second, time seems to stop. him — of course — because the universe always has a sick sense of humor when it comes to her. for a moment, the racer considers pretending not to recognize him : turning around, leaving — it would all be certainly easier than acknowledging the knot forming in her stomach, or than remembering the final conversation they'd had. unfortunately, and already known to him, she has never been good at taking the easy route.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀❛ 'night, mr. future lawyer. what are the odds we'd meet again here after so long ? ❜ words are accompanied by the faintest curve of a smile ... practiced, nearly clinical, a defense mechanism more than anything. jieun would love to ask where solomon has been, if he still thinks she's a lost cause, but those are dangerous questions — and even though enough time has passed, she hasn't quite figured out how to ask them. ❛ i'm only here 'cause my car died, by the way ... no arrest or running from weird people, in case you're wondering. sorry to disappoint again. ❜ there's sarcasm there, especially when the last word comes with an unnecessary emphasis, but it lacks the venom it probably should have. her head tilts slightly, gaze moving over his figure — crisp outfit, the polished version of the future he'd always been working toward and the one she's always been familiar with ... meanwhile, figure of her own looks like a trainwreck as she sits on the front of a dead car that technically shouldn't even be here. typical. a laugh almost escapes dried lips when their eyes finally meet. ❛ you actually do look like somebody's lawyer already ... scary. ❜
❝ you know you're my best friend. i don't want to risk that. ❞
@lcveloop requested 𝑎𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦 𝑏𝑟𝑒𝑤𝑒𝑟 ҉
to @lcveloop // random starter for nick
"thanks for meeting me," rhys says, grin shy as he fidgets with his iced coffee. "it's really good to see you again."
it's weird seeing nick again in person, instead of just watching clips of his games on youtube and instagram. it's hard to reconcile the celebrity sitting in front of him with the teenager he spent so much time playing tennis with after school. no matter how much he reminds himself that nick is the same person.
"nora wanted me to tell you that she says hi, by the way. she doesn't remember meeting you, but she, uh, likes watching your games with me." rhys loves talking about his daughter, but it feels a little... strange, with nick. if she hadn't been born, rhys would have gone pro, just like nick. but she was born, and now he barely knows how to talk to the man he once considered his best friend.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ✦⠀˚⠀a closed starter based on this plot. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ for @lcveloop, featuring im hyeonju. .ᐟ ♡
⠀⠀ᯓ ๋⠀✦⠀⠀❛ i swear i didn't go overboard with it ... t'was like, just a few flutes. we were celebrating a friend's engagement ! ❜ feels — and probably looks — like a mess, words that spill past glossy lips sounding jumbled and slurred as remnants of drinks swallowed throughout the night still run through her system, making the ever - growing pounding in her head insufferable the more the minutes pass by. there's a meek attempt at looking at opposite figure standing tall only a few feet away through hazy orbs — vision barely capable of making out the clothes loosened at their collar, damp from the light rain the pair had been graced with on their way out of the club, their tired gaze ; but all that is still not enough for regret, maybe even a sliver of shame, to settle within the woman's insides just yet. old habits die too hard, and she's too prideful to admit to the heat of embarrassment rising along the back of her neck. there's not even enough time to think about the implications of her own explanation, either — the mention of friend's engagement, a happy one that just had to contrast her own miserable one ... and had she been sober enough, she would've been able to taste the bitterness that settled at the back of her throat as she talked about it briefly in a mere attempt to clear her case. ❛ if i had been given the chance to, i would've dialed someone else ⸺ i forgot you're supposed to be my new emergency contact from now on ... this is annoying. ❜ dark strands of hair fall over her face as she allows her head to lean against the comfort of the couch armrest in a momentary bout of exhaustion, voice falling into a murmur coated with slight annoyance. ❛ if you plan on giving me an earful, then can i at least get a cup of water beforehand ? ❜
“it’s not personal, i’m just not into dating” / @lcveloop
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀✦⠀˚⠀a closed starter for @lcveloop, ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ with ciara hatfield, mid twenties ( 2 / 2 ) .ᐟ ☆
⠀⠀ᯓ ๋⠀✦⠀⠀❛ when you see the ball coming at you, you're supposed to — y'know — hit it back. not stare at me like i have five heads or something. ❜ ciara's hands gesture vaguely in the air in motions that nearly come across as desperate, chest heaving with a deep sigh at the opposite figure. a waste of time ⸺ has already lost count of how many times this exact sentence has been said inside her mind since the start of the day. ❛ as it turns out ... you have the survival and the sports skills of a fucking doorknob. that racket in your hand is not for decoration. ❜ words are sharp and dry as she takes her sweet time to approach them from across the court, and she settles her own racket down in favor of bending down to check on any potential damage caused once finally in front of them. ❛ are you good, though ? that hurt too much ? ❜
