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𝐅𝐓. 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐑​:

       blair  hasn’t  known  kiha  for  long  ,  but  thinks  their  smile  is  otherwordly.  ‘’  yes  ,  yeah  ,  let  me  …  ’’  he  stands  on  his  toes  ,  looking  over  the  crowd  while  grabbing  his  phone  ,  his  fingers  twitching  a  little.  ‘’  call  them  ?  okay  ,  let  me  call  them.  ’’

     “     go  ahead  ,  take  your  time.     ”     they  take  a  moment  to  fiddle  with  their  own  phone  ,  tapping  out  a  message  to  kitae  that  they  finally  did  something  good     !     something  of  value     !     helped  the  team     !     eyes  glance  over  to  blair  ,  and  when  the  other  hangs  up  his  phone  ,  they  gesture  to  where  they’re  supposed  to  set  up.     “     you  told  them  they  can  meet  us  here  right     ?     ”

[yecnjns]

୭̥⋆*｡— closed starter for @shcun​ ! // based on.

“ i really wanted to see you. ”

[svcreds]

@shcun​ ♡

      “  so . . . how are things with your brother ?  ”

[xlxndxdx]

     -- the wedding was called off but the media was covering it like it had only been postponed -- something angel knew was because of his ex girlfriend refusing to come to terms that angel had broke up with her. the actor sighs heavily as he watches the tv, a picture of himself with his ex flashing on the screen. “i wish i knew why she’s doing this.” of course he knew. she didn’t want to let him go, she didn’t want to be known as the girl angel broke up with -- but it was annoying. “can we watch something else?” he asks, turning his attention to dewei. || @shcun​

[divinecries]

          after  finding  out  that  kisol  had  been  taken  away,  hyunmin  was  ready  to  lose  it.  his  friends  had  helped  him  to  calm  down  a  bit  so  he  can  focus  on  actually  finding  his  boyfriend.  of  course,  he  couldn’t  uncover  that  kisol  was  more  than  just  a  friend  to  him.  that’s  why  when  a  phone  came  to  him,  giving  him  the  locations  of  the  boy,  hyunmin  didn’t  even  think  about  it  twice  to  go  seek  out  for  him.  he  was  aware  that  it  could  be  a  trap  but  who  cares  ??   if  he  gets  kisol  out  alive,  the  mission  is  successful.  even  if  he  is  captured  and  tortured  to  give  them  special  informations,  he  wouldn’t.  he  was  trained  well  for  that.  banging  into  the  empty  warehouse,  he  had  his  seraph  blades  in  his  hands.   ‘  kisol  !!  ’  he  yelled  when  he  saw  the  boy  tied  up.   ‘  i’m  gonna  get  you out.  hold  on  baby.  ’  he  said  in  a  hurry,  drawing  a  rune  to  break  the  chains.  //  @shcun​

[gyusol]

starter for: @shcun​ plot: ‘we looked at each other and smiled. now we’re competing against each other’ & ‘we’re acting like we’re comforting each other, but it’s mixed with thorns’

“ you really don’t have to keep doing shit like that in front of my friends . it’s embarrassing .  ” hyejoo mutters bitterly , slamming her keys onto the counter as she kicks off her shoes  . trying to escape further into the house before they could catch up with her . 

[thervnaways]

( ready, set, @shcun! based on this. )

                      a hand crawls over to the bowl of popcorn in between them, and she makes nothing of the way their hands brush against each other-- why would she? but when she takes a glance at her best friend, it’s safe to say that she’s intrigued but also just poking fun. “blushing already?” 

[louvresong]

subjects: bitgaram choi + kai seo (@shcun​) location: apartment, night time. evening news is on. a/n: welp

he supposes it doesn’t take him by surprises, much. he knows its coming, knows the next story’s headline -- after all, he was the one that was sitting there in the room while it was being discussed. it still irks him, to be quite honest. his mother had always told him that she wanted him to follow what he wanted to do -- although he supposes that those words had never come out of his father’s mouth and he is the head honcho in charge. bitgaram leans back in his chair, a glass of whiskey settled in his grip. “i honestly think they could’ve picked better pictures for us.” he muses aloud, hopefully loud enough for the other person in his apartment to hear him. “i look so washed out in that picture, honestly, they should hire better photographers.” bitgaram continues, taking a sip from his glass. there is a presence in his apartment, a constant reminder that there is someone else here. it had all been for show, obviously, the ceo and graham’s father had told him that it would simply make more sense and be less suspicious if kai had moved in with him before the announcement. “yours looks good, at least.” there’s unspoken words there, a traitorous voice in bitgaram’s head speaking the subtext: you look good.