he walked alongside the sidewalk on the way to his home carrying four plastic bags, two on each arm, as he had just finished up buying groceries for his mother’s kimchi stew to be served for dinner. however, someone walking in the opposite direction had caught his eye. a good friend of his, apparently. well, no one really knew how they particularly became friends. she was just.. pretty, too pretty for even daewon to keep quiet. she was cute, that was all, even though personality wise, not everyone agreed with him. yet, he somehow didn’t mind. afterwards, somewhere, somehow, along the lines, they became friends.
❛ bella! ❜ he called out, louder than his usual calm greeting yet still rather shy, walking up to where she was while dragging his heavy plastic bags around. ❛ hello. its nice to see you here. ❜
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mj tried his best to slow his breathing, back pressed up against the dirty wall of a dark alleyway with bella at his side. “what the fuck, bell?” he snapped, but keeping his voice to a whisper. “i had hoped to leave behind all this rival gang shit when i decided not to be part of yours.” he checked quickly around the corner, seeing a couple people dressed in black (the ones who had ambushed them), searching every corner of the street. “i’d be dumb to not give you over to them right now!” of course, he would never do that. if bella was in shit, it was mj’s shit, too. they both knew that. “fuck, come on, we gotta move.” he whispered frantically as the strangers got closer. grabbing bella’s hand, he ran to the other end of the alley and out into the next street, looking for a hiding spot or some form of quick escape.
♏ my muse tracing a scar of your muse’s
it wasn’t unusual for bella and mj to be physically affectionate. it was always platonic, and not that mj would ever admit it, but it was also really nice. he enjoyed having his skin traced over gently and enjoyed doing it back. as the pair sat, cuddled up and watching tv, his fingers found a slight lump in her skin. he became fixated on it. “you got a story for this one, too?” he asked, voice soft and lazy. “i hope it’s something cool. like an assassin threw a knife at you but before he could kill you, you just pulled it right out and killed him.” mj explained, a really cool image in his mind. “if you tell me it’s a burn scar from a curling iron i don’t wanna hear it.”
“Are you crazy?”
“yep, pretty insane, actually.” mj yelled over the security alarm. his arm was still flailing around on the other side of the window he had just smashed, trying desperately to find the lock. he exlaimed in triumph as he found it and unlocked the door. wasting no time, he slipped inside the stranger’s house and found the alarm system, shutting it down as quick as possible. “okay, we got about... ten minutes until the cops show up.” he told the other, glancing at his watch. “so, see what you can grab in ten minutes.” he challenges with a smile, before running off to get his hands on anything valuable.
Bright lights, alcohol and short aimless conversations. These were normal in clubs, but Hwayoung wasn't interested in anything else but getting wasted for the night. The male came around, asking if she was alone and she clearly was. She wasn't planning to entertain his stupid questions but she had an image to keep after all, so she kept her answers short and polite, hoping that the male would finally get it but no, he doesn't. He kept on talking and Hwayoung keeps that polite smile on her face but her body language was obviously screaming total discomfort. “I think I'll be going now.” She tells the male, gathering her belongings but the male grabs her wrist, scoffing and telling her that they've only started getting to know each other. “I know, but I must go.” The model insists, pushing his hand away. He gets off of his seat and blocks her way. “Come on, sweetheart. We'll have more fun after a couple of drinks.” He tells her but she shakes her head. “No, thank you.” Will guys like him ever understand that NO means NO? She tried to look around for help, locking gazes with another female nearby.
