She was only waiting for the traffic light to turn red so she could continue with her life. Jisoo didn’t care much about anyone else’s, really, but whenever there was trouble happening on the streets the girl couldn’t help but to get curious. If it was either a couple fighting, or some kid throwing a fit for not getting what they wanted, her eyes couldn’t help but follow the trouble in extreme attention. Sometimes it led her to a hostile card, though some others only gave her annoying humans.
The time seemed to be passing slower than usual. Her coffee was quickly running out, yet the cars were running by faster. No signs of red except maybe for the anger inside, though it probably didn’t count. The girl made a quick half turn to take a look around, and that was when her eyes caught trouble. She probably had a talent for it because it just kept happening. Her feet quickly moved towards it, missing the red light because of a distraction, but they didn’t give Jisoo a chance to look back before someone reached out for her arm and pulled her closer.
The magical girl had no idea what was happening, but she was suddenly involved in it.
There isn’t a day that passes that Soojung wonders why she didn’t pick an uglier vessel. Somehow Sehun had wrapped her into going to the beach with him and god the looks she got. Multiple times she decided to put her sweater back on even though those earned her just as strange looks and a lot of sweat. After awhile and complaining on Sehun’s end, she took off the sweater and crossed her arms.
She had asked one of the women who worked at the shop to help pick out a swim suit for Soojung since she realized she had none. They ended up giving her something called a bikini? Which looked like underwear but a different material. With her pale skin and blonde hair, they gave her a solid black color and sent her off.
Glares were sent towards a group of men oogling her body and her fingers were itching to get some action in. The kind only a card can do. Suddenly there was an arm around her shoulder and she was pulled close to a warm, sandy body. She looked up at Sehun in surprise and tried to pull away, but he kept her close.
“What are you-”
“Look. They’re backing off. They think i’m your boyfriend instead of brother.”
He was right, they were looking discouraged. Still, they stood near. Sehun was looking away at his sand creation now, and Soojung had an idea.
She reached up and lightly turned Sehun’s face towards hers with her index finger and placed a soft and gentle kiss on his lips with a smile.
yuna and sehun walked along the sidewalk, on the way to a cafe to eat. both cards decided to hang out that day, since both had free time and were bored. yuna, spotting a starbucks, lets out a squeal and starts dragging the other with her - a smile on her face as they entered the cozy little shop.
while at the counter, yuna couldn’t help but notice the cashier trying to get sehun’s attention - trying to be lowkey about flirting with the oblivious boy. yuna couldn’t help but snort, grabbing the boy’s hand as soon as they were finished ordering.
at this, she decides to have a little fun. she tugs on the taller one’s sleeve - for him to crouch so she could whisper - before speaking, “you know that she’s trying to get your attention, right?” she asked, looking at the boy’s face. when he shook his head, she gave a smirk, “i want to show her something.” she stated, pecking his cheek as soon as the same cashier came with their orders.
leaving both parties speechless, yuna lets out a small giggle, “let’s go?”
a whole week has passed since SAND JAWS and minghao isn’t any closer to catching the whale dung card who attacked him. at this point, it isn’t even a matter of pride as much as it is an obsession: minghao needs to find him and make him pay for sending the weird magical thing after him. well, it was kinda cool to see, and he does get an exciting party story to tell ( how many people have punched a shark, sand or not? that’s right, just one. xu “shark puncher” minghao ). but it was dangerous too! what if a normal human had come across that instead?
this is more than revenge; minghao needs to contain a public menace.
thankfully, he knows what the guy looks like. the glimpse he got when he came out of the water was fleeting, but he can’t forget a face like that anytime soon. on the other hand… the guy is a ninja. no matter how hard minghao searches for him, not matter where he goes or who he asks, no one has seen a hair of him. someone else might have given up by now—he’s chasing a ghost—but minghao refuses to fold so easily. he will find him. he WILL.
like fate or a bad drama, he sees the guy again at the beach beside a sand castle and YES that is definitely the barnacle sucking butt. minghao would recognize him anywhere. “YOU!” he says, pointing at the man dramatically. the other people at the beach turn and stare. “YOU—WAIT, WHERE ARE YOU—” the man takes off and minghao, momentarily stunned, sprints after him soon afterwards. this slippery piece of kale—!
minghao chases him into the side streets when the man stumbles. narrowly avoiding plowing into him, minghao stops and grabs him by the collar. he slams him against the wall, breathing heavily as the sweat trickles down his back. the expression on the man—card’s—face is priceless in that moment. minghao’s lips twist into a triumphant smile. he can’t believe this is it. this is it! he’s finally got the sand attacker after so much and—and minghao doesn’t know whether to punch him or yell at him or keep staring into his eyes ( why are they so nice? too nice for a sand butt ).
so he goes with the first thing that pops into mind. minghao kisses him hard enough to bruise, teeth knocking against his as he accidentally bites down and draws blood. the metallic tang fills his mouth as he pulls away, eyes shaking. “i—” well, he’s done stupider things. not by a lot, but he has. “d— don’t send sharks after people, got it?”
joonmyeon stares down at the jewel cupped in his hands, a fond but unbelieving tug at his lips and heart near bursting with affection. he has seen sehun’s collection, of course -- one little diamond would not be missed among the vast number of treasures in his possession -- but it’s beyond anything he’s known or held, and he can’t help but be dazzled.
his gaze lifts and redirects to the boy in front of him, light red tinting his cheeks and mouth open but words silent. he would consider sehun close, but such generosity was unheard of throughout joonmyeon’s history. it’s nothing special, myeon. he has many. the reminder is constant, but his amazement is just the same.
“i don’t...”
sehun’s silence is unnerving and joonmyeon’s fingers curl around the gem in his nervousness. he has no experience! how does one say thank you for something so precious; how do you make your sincerity match the gifter’s munificence?
his lip catches between his teeth for a moment before he takes a step closer and peeks up on his tiptoes to press a soft kiss to sehun’s jawline. he allows it to linger for just a moment before he’s quickly taking a couple of hasty steps backwards, but the smile on his face stays for much longer.
To put it simply, Jimin is drunk. It’s a rare night where he doesn’t refuse the customer’s offers for drinks. It’s also rent week which means the more he drinks the more he gets paid and the looser he’ll be (which means more tips on his part.) So he let himself go a little tonight and he’s barely managing to stumble out of the club on along the street.
The problem with getting drunk on his part is everything is fair game and no one is safe. He catches the boy looking a little lost on the street and while any other time he would just shove on by and hurry to get home.
Not tonight.
“You’re cute.” He hums, looking way too pink in the face even under the dim street lights. Small fingers curl into a soft jacket and his nose is buried in a chest, ignore the confused noises and pressing questions from the stranger.
Jimin backs him up the few steps until he can press him against the brick of a building. He’s humming softly and stands on his toes, lips catching on fabric until he can slide them over skin in brushing kisses. “Smell good too...”
He doesn’t quite kiss him, doesn’t get that far. No, he’s pressing gradually firmer kisses up the boys neck, tongue peeking out from between plush lips as he leaves wet kisses on the other’s jaw and then all of a sudden--
“Oh god, I’m gonna puke.” And he’s stumbling away a few steps to slump over a trash can and heaving the little bit in his stomach.
coffeeshops are definitely yoongi’s favourite place to spend his time at, other than the safety of his bedroom, really. yoongi may be as anti-social as a person can possibly be, but even he sometimes has the need to just get out of the house and get some fresh air amongst normal people, as if he, too, could pretend he’s normal for two or three hours while breathing the same air as them.
cosy, small coffeeshops are the cherry on top of the cake for him, where he can just choose a table by the corner and work on his laptop over a cup of coffee and cream and maybe a piece of strawberry cake. the one he’s currently sitting at is perhaps amongst the top three he visits most thanks to its quiet environment and the soft, nice music they always have playing in the background. the scent of coffee and freshly baked goods are also yoongi’s favourite and the general environment leaves the young boy at ease, relaxed and able to focus on his studies for once.
he’s just bringing his coffee to his lips, careful not to get the cream smeared across his top lip when a figure sits in front of him - another boy, taller, slender, and someone yoongi is very certain he’s never met before. he slowly places the cup back on the table, brow raising high on his forehead. “um,” he moves his now free hand to pull one of his earphones out, his other hand still resting on top of his laptop keyboard. “hello?”
cards are perhaps the only kind subin wants to hang out with now. humans are still a handful and cardcaptors are too much work. concealing herself and blending in comes more naturally now, but that doesn’t mean she likes it. her preference stays with her kind and the mutual understanding they share.
feet dangling from the edge of table, subin lets he hand rest on the surface of the lacquered wood. watching as her friend works with clay and sand, her curiosity remains on the liquidity of his fingers and how comfortable they seem. it’s as if his hands were made to stay in contact with the pots, guiding them until they take a distinct form. sand is tangible while the dark is not, and sometimes she envies texture over the nothingness she feels rubbing against her skin.
“hey,” her voice soft, “why don’t we play a game? you seem like you don’t need your sight in order to do that.” there’s a trickle of mischief in her tone as she speaks, but her face stays stoic and unreadable. powers can only do so much when she can’t use them. “i’ll blind you with the dark. the whole room, in fact. and you have to create a statue of your current form.” a smirk finally shows and she tilts her head just enough to solicit an answer out of him. “if you pass on this, what do humans say– you’re chicken.”
