[ ⇝ ] It's been a little short of two months since Han received Lucky, and he has gradually seeped into the habit of walking the small Maltese. In his first weeks he had made some unfortunate choices, but by now he has memorized where the big dogs play, and the small field where his pup does not have to be leashed.
The weather today tells Han to stay inside, but the waggling tail of an excited pup, and a wet nose pressed against the palm of his hand convince him otherwise. Despite being ridiculed for it by some of the boys at work, Han has purchased a red little coat for his dog. With the snow being an unwelcomed guest, and the cold creeping even into the speedster's bones, he decided not to take any risks.
Lucky doesn't seem to mind the extra layer of fabric, and it's an easy way for Han to keep an eye on his hyperactive little pup. That is, until he receives a phone call from the station while he is on his routine walk, and the forensic gets distracted by the voice on the other end of the line.
The young dog seems to be taken advantage of Han's temporary distraction, and his expendable leash. It's a great opportunity to explore a little further or to-- Curl the tight line around a young woman's legs until she is unable to walk any further.
Han eyes widen as he catches sight of the constricted female, and after hastily ending the call he rushes closer, all but wailing, ❝I-- I am so sorry. He usually doesn't-- Oh my god, I'm sorry, I'll get you out of this.❞
( ♣ ) ” let’s just— ” jihoon cups her others’ face in his hands and leans in to crash their lips together. he pulls away after a few seconds, retriving his hands back. he clears his throat before mumbling “i’m jihoon.”
Oh, how couples disgusted him. Just the mere sight of two people holding hands was enough to test his gag reflex. And it annoyed him to the core. Perhaps it was because of the feeling of loneliness buried deep within him, or maybe he was already like an old man, yelling at children to get off his lawn. He was overall a negative person, at least regarding other people. Whenever anything revolved around himself, he was positive overal. He liked to think highly of himself, maybe a bit too highly.
He loudly cleared his throat, as two people were seated on his bench, and yes it was his, he had claimed it despite being in the middle of the park. His name was on it, carved with a pocket knife. Which made it totally official. He liked this, to interrupt a couple’s— or at least he thought they were, intimate time. He sat down on the bench, entirely disregarding the fact that it was a two seater.
Send me a triangle for a starter.
Hyejeong is comforting a sad Solbin.
█ ▌ Well this was awkward. She didn’t even know the person but yet here she was, pouring her heart out to Hyejeong. It didn’t seem like she wanted an answer for her vent, but it also seemed like she did. Hyejeong was very confused, deciding to just sit on the park bench and listen. She was a good listener so she had no problems with doing so. Her only problem was the troubled one’s boldness to just take a seat next to her while she was in the middle of reading and completely go to town on whatever it was that made her upset, even worse was how close the stranger decided to sit next to her. Well, this person must have had a bad day…or life for them to sit next to me like this. This thought went through her mind as she ‘listened’ to the stranger, but at this point all she heard was mumbling. There was only so much the AOA member could take before she began to gaze off, especially if the story didn’t concern her or didn’t have any highlights to it. A sad story being the worse because it made Hyejeong sad, in which she disliked. Suddenly the stranger stopped talking, snapping Hyejeong from her thoughts and returning her attention to the upset girl. “Um…” Ah, this is great Hyejeong you should’ve been paying attention. She didn’t know what to say nor did she know what to do. Having not paid attention to the last piece of the story, she was completely lost. “It will be okay.” If one was able to mentally slap themselves, she would have definitely done so at that point. “What I mean is….” Bloody hell, think Hyejeong think. “Kick those people to the curb!” Her voice suddenly escalated, kicking her feet from frustration and also as a demonstration of some sort. “You don’t need them anyway and they’re not worth your time over.”
[MSG:] Okay, so apparently asking a boy “who’s... ( text ): it was actually just a thing i said because he kept saying ‘who’s your daddy’ and let me tell you: do not ever say this to someone w/o their permission wow
[txt;] lactates with great intensity
...several seconds later.
[txt;] let me begin this apology by saying I forgot how my body works in comparision to the topic in hand.
send me △ for my muse to get trapped in a small closet with yours
It'd been an abrupt action, a swift thought that had led to a rather different situation. Hand rest on each shoulder, slender beneath his palms, an almost fragile feeling felt as a faint squeeze is granted to the females shoulders, keeping her in place for the time being. A slow breath is exhaled, the closeness not something he'd preferred but desperate times had called for desperate measures, even if two unfamiliar frames were pressed against one another in a rather enclosed space. With another exhale he notes the way strands resting on top of the females head dishevel, brushing to one side than the other as an inhale is taken. It's an odd thing to observe but, it's something to distract him from the somewhat awkward tension rising.
The female had been in a restricted area of the hospital, honestly he shouldn't be in such an area either ( even with his standing as the directors son ) but that was a different story, and thankfully Jimin had caught sight of her before security had. It was late, far to late for visitors and those that happened to come down these certain halls required a certain level of clearance. Clearance he didn't have and clearance he knew the strange female lacked as well. So - what was she doing here? What were they doing in such a stuffed closet?
In a quick, but whimsical, decision he'd grabbed her in avoidance of a security guard making his rounds, an as if some twist of fate the closet had been closer than the room that had been off to his left. Without warning he'd pulled her in, giving her little to no time to react, hand originally placed along her mouth to stiffen a noise of surprise, now resting along her shoulder with an opposite. Jimin lets out a soft sigh, shifting his weight to take needed step back into order to gain a semblance of comfort in the tight space. Honestly, this situation wasn't ideal for him, probably just as much as it wasn't idea for the female. Dark orbs stay trained on the door, denticle biting down on the flesh residing in his cheek a bit to harshly. The sound of footsteps shuffling near the closet door earns a rather sharp intake of breath.
Only when the noise seems to die out does he turn his attention to the unidentified female in his grasp, brow furrowing he attempts to make out her features, the ambient light something optics needed adjusting to. ❝.....should I ask who you are - or start by telling you that you aren't supposed to be here?❞ His tone is hushed, weary that someone might still reside out in the hallway. He figures the guard will make his final round, walking past the closet once more before heading back the opposite direction, all they needed to do was wait it out comfortably - if possible - in the tight space. After a moment, feeling more relaxed in thinking the female may not make a dash an give them both up, Jimin releases his grip, allowing hands to fall to his sides comfortably, another step taken back only to make contact with a mop bucket.
It's to tight. To close for him to feel any sense of comfort, he tries to draw his attention away from the fact he can hear her breathing, his own breath rather uneven. It was safe to say he wasn't a fan of enclosed spaces - well, not for extended periods. ❝ Don't worry....I'm just waiting for the right time to get out of here - ❞ he mumbles beneath his breath, the reassurance more so to himself if anything. Surely they'd get out in one piece, maybe get lucky an never run into each others paths an not relieve the awkwardness settling in the quaint space.
