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[sensorv-blog]

continued from here -- @sunsseo

It wasn’t like Hanbin wanted to eavesdrop, ears catching nearly every word and attention unable to stray from the scene. It wasn’t like he’d ever had that kind of intention, always being the one to strongly believe in concepts like privacy and minding your own business. But it was rather difficult, with how loud the two women were, (painfully loud, Hanbin decided, his ears ringing uncomfortably), with so many people already turning heads in their direction and commenting on the situation they were witnessing. The whispers made the tall male pull a bit of a face, a discreet flicker of annoyance expressed in a scowl, because it was just an argument of two people none of those observers really knew, so what right do they have to gossip and make downright nasty assumptions about either of the involved ladies?

He rubbed his hands together, skin unpleasantly dry after a few hours of work in vinyl gloves, screaming for at least a little bit of lotion and proper hydration, and made a small movement to continue going his way, wanting nothing more than a few solid hours of rest in a quiet, dim, comfortable environment. But then he chanced another glance in the scene’s direction -- the elderly woman disappearing from sight, surprisingly brisk for her age in that moment, and the other one, much younger, standing there, all still and, to Hanbin at least, seeming slightly lost and confused. Her shoulders sagged a bit and, looking at her from behind, she looked really small even in her high heels.

It was only after the words were out of his mouth that he stopped to think why exactly had he decided to come up to her. It was none of his business; and yet his caring, patronal nature ignored the brain’s beliefs anyway -- not for the first and definitely not for the last time.

“Oh,” He just said, lips forming a nearly perfect o-shape, because he’d really expected just a courteous yes and thank you, nothing else. But that--that sounded weird and wrong, and admittedly made cold chills run down Hanbin’s spine. “That sounds a tad bit worrying, if I may say so. It’s not something that could be potentially reported to the police, is it?”

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       9:36am. She was late for breakfast at the hotel and nothing could be worse for the girl. Narae hated those mornings when she had many tasks to do before her usual meet for the first meal of the day with the Lady, as if being up at that time wasn’t hard enough. No. She also had to go for some documents and medicaments for the old woman and bring them to the hotel’s restaurant. In her hurry, the little bag with the meds fell out of her purse when trying to find the phone inside, just a couple of steps more and noticed the important errant was missing. “Dammit!” She thought the woman was going to kill her. Turned around, praying to find the medicines, when a masculine voice caught her attention, the little bag of drugs in his hand. “Oh God– Thank you!” The relief was notorious in her face.

with her reaction proving that he’d managed to follow the correct woman, well, he couldn’t help but mentally praise himself for doing so; and only the color of her hair to assist him? good job, chase. of course he kept the proud masked, hidden by a much warmer demeanor, a simple smile being all that tweaked his features while he handed the small bag over to the stranger. “it’s no problem at all-- they seem important, so i’m just glad i could help.” the shape of his lips grew more as he now offered a polite bow, a way to signal his departure. “enjoy the rest of your day, miss.” he quickly added with his body half-turned outwards, before completing it to be on his way.

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It’s not like he had been expecting her not to be defensive but the way she responded made him raise an eyebrow. He lifted his hand, using it for emphasis as he gestured it through the air, “I don’t get girls like you — if you didn’t wanna get caught then don’t get caught, otherwise you gotta deal with confrontations like this.” He took a step closer, looking at her like she was a child; Kanto lost respect for people easily and she was certainly testing his limits, “A wannabe? I don’t want to be anything you’re even remotely associated with, thanks.”

[jxngh-blog]

[text] Are you SERIOUSLY bringing that up right now!?

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( KKT ) ;; well you keep avoiding it.( KKT ) ;; how else am i going to get you to explain why you stood me up?

[wilotus]

@sunsseo has been cursed.

     “Hm?” she doesn’t quite catch what the woman is trying to say, but the tone is something she picks up on, and it doesn’t seem too pleasant. What a shame. “Do you mind saying that again?” she asks, her voice soft, sweet, “Perhaps this time with a little more effort, a little less under your breath and a little more in the open.” there was nothing she hated more than a coward. 

[ohyeoyeo-blog]

❝ well looks like we’ve found ourselves in a bit of a dilemma. ❞

[( so on and so forth with @sunsseo )]source - accepting.

“Looks like it,” The words she spoke heaved passed her lips with a solemn expression on her face. This was certainly an unfortunate predicament, that truly went without saying. Yeoreum wasn’t overly sociable, more on the shy and giggly side of the average Korean female. She preferred books at the park to expensive cocktails at equally expensive bars. but sometimes the responsibility of networking for the hotel was left on her own hands. And thus she ended up out of her element, at a pricey night club somewhere in one of those fancy neighborhoods of Seoul.The club was crowded, smelly enough, and not in the good way. How was this place that popular? It wasn’t like there was anything particularly special about the alcohol. After all, vodka was vodka. The brand’s flavor wouldn’t change in the least no matter which bar you traveled to. She was completely miserable and wanted nothing more than to return to her flower filled penthouse back at The Eve, however work was important. A little bit of spilled wine couldn’t come in between her and her work, oh no. Her ‘boss’ wouldn’t have it, and she had no desire to disappoint the one who gave her this beloved job in the first place.“Men always tend to think they’re entitled. Just because he got you in doesn’t mean you have to stay with him,” Yeoreum responded, swirling the liquid in her glass while not actually ingesting any of it, “I wouldn’t worry about it, really. None of the wine spilled on you right?”