#ljh:starters

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:// don’t say it

@adhansa

Like the trainer moving through the slowly closing restaurant, the night was lazy. While his silent enjoyment of the culinary arts surprised the people he would share such a passionate hobby with and calm the nerves brought into his system by a stressful few hours beforehand, there was absolutely not enough energy left in him to cook a meal in an empty apartment.

With high hopes eager to enjoy the takeaway meal on a cold night, the man stands around like a lost puppy. Fingers fiddling with the cords hanging loose around his neck that kept the hood zipped to his oval face, feet shifting nervously, his eyes moved across the establishment; overall uncomfortable as he waited for the working older woman behind the counter to finish sifting through the change he’d passed onto her, in exchange for the boxed and bagged dish delivered straight from the kitchen. 

“You’re short ₩2610 again, Lee Jaehyun.” She comments, her voice accompanied by the music that played throughout the business, keys shooting notes into the air. Her attention seemed elsewhere as she waited for the customer to pull the small missing sum from his pockets, she was scowling across the room at the person controlling the music, at the girl with the piano, who’d picked up the pace of what she composed. “You aren’t trying to cheat me, are you?”

His head shook, whining at the woman he’d bought dinner from before. “Ajumma--- I would never.” Abandoned by the company of the piano’s ballad, the woman’s attention returned to Jaehyun, accepting the coins he’d pulled from careless pockets. “Aigoo. Get out of here before I pity you, you wicked boy.” Grateful, he took the food into hand and turned heel, a bow thanking the woman before he headed for the door.

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:// spare key

@adsoojin

Pain swallowed the natural senses of the grazed man as wary legs, so tempted to give in under his weight, dragged down what felt like such a narrow pathway. The night was dark, his brown eyes barely capable of making out the shape of the nickel silver key that did not match the chipped door in which he lived behind.

Tracing twitching fingers across a familiar frame, his head hung low. Lee Jaehyun was in no good shape. Thinking not to knock those peeled knuckles in search of life on the other side, he raised that odd key blindly, until it had dipped into the lock, and let out a sigh of relief that sounded much like a groan--- perhaps due to the difficulty of which he’d had on his way to this particular apartment.

Jaehyun wished nothing more, than to turn that key and open the door. In that wish, he would find solace in the shape of a neighbor he struggled to understand how he’d made a friend out of. The pair had their similarities and they had their obvious differences, which should have been enough to logically explain how they’d come to possess a key to one another’s living spaces, but the nature of the relationship that had unexpectedly formed, was most definitely suspect. 

Unfortunately for Jaehyun, he was well aware of the lack of fairy godmothers in his life and thus was not so disappointed to find each light behind that door, to be out. It was unlucky. And he was alone.

Stumbling into a cold and silent apartment, the males first instinct was to call out for the occupant, desperation begging the woman had merely gone to bed earlier than usual. So he called for her, and looked around in the dark, as he uncomfortably made his way over to a chair he frequented. His streak of misfortune was real. Soojin was not there, and Jaehyun did not know when she would arrive, but he also did not know where she stored her first aid kit, and didn’t want to leave a crimson trail as he hunted for the supplies, so he sat, with his body contorted oddly to minimize the extensive agony.

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:// call it coincidental

@adsuzy

Quite a lot of things were capable of making Lee Jaehyun uneasy, but it was the unnerving nature in his current situation that had him feeling somewhat self conscious as he crossed the streets, with another pair of feet following suit.

He’d noticed her a while ago now. She was a fairly pretty young woman lurking in the middle of a marketplace as Jaehyun had been making his way through the crowd, not really doing anything but walking in her own place. He’d thought nothing of it to begin with, and that was the first time he’d been aware of her existence, but paranoia believed she’d been around since well before he’d spotted her. 

It wasn’t uncommon for people to feel like they were being followed, their minds often played tricks on them, imagination a crazy thing the brain couldn’t seem to control --- but what was uncommon was actually learning that, that gut feeling was onto something. It was terrifying really. Jaehyun worried about the woman that seemed to chase him from place to place; she could have been hired by just about anybody to keep tabs on him. The Seoul Tigers or his stepfather, an old friend, wealthy and unhappy gamblers, competition --- the possibilities seemed endless, as did her stalking.

Unwilling to tolerate her persistent presence for much longer, Jaehyun hurried his way around the nearest corner and waited for her to undoubtedly turn it, and when she did he was ready to confront her.

Grabbing hold of the woman’s shoulders before she could react to his scheme, Jaehyun pushed her against the stone wall and held a hand beside each shoulder to keep her there. “Why are you following me?” He asked irritably, staring directly at the face of the person who’d caused such a stir in his otherwise bland afternoon.