#topcz

[yojongs]

♡ @topcz liked for a starter.

         ' soooo --- you remember when you met my parents and it was great and they totally fell in love with you ? ‘ lips curl into the sweetest of smiles, inhye’s small hands moving to rest on the other’s shoulders. ‘ my omma kind of ... told my brother. so he wants to meet you now --- i’m scared he wants to beat you up. ‘ 

[130mo2d-blog]

“wanna watch this murder documentary with me?” ( from your choice of muse! )

the singer stops in his tracks and laughs softly. he's not sure if kiha is serious right now or if he's playing around. "hyung. i'm just here for a couple of days and you want to watch a documentary?" he's been running around, dividing his restrained time between thousands of people and things to do. he has a few hours to spare, so he decided to call kiha and check what the photographer had been up to. "i'm not saying no, i need to relax a bit anyway. i'm almost at your door."

[detniat]

[ ✌ ] ( from jace to anyone! )

#SOURCE | ACCEPTING. TO AND FOR @topcz[ ✌ ] my muse reaches out to yours after months of no communication.

kira blocks a lot of people out of her life. she has a good amount of missed calls and messages that were left on read. she isn’t someone who’s good at building connections with other people, a strange human being she is; some would say but she’s trying to become a little more normal than how she was many years ago. despite her building a foundation where she can dissolve in the regular schedule, she can recall everything that has happened to her. 

the assassin’s living at her own rules, being called when the information was given and the offer was something that she was willing to obtain. her money is filthy, but in order to survive in the world; fortune was one of the answers.

she’s placed on the chair behind her desk, absentmindedly twirling her pen within her fingers whilst looking from side to side. hearing time ticking on the clock that’s rested on the porcelain white wall. she skims through her phone with the other hand, recalling memories with the older male and she hums. interesting. 

the woman doesn’t have a good reason as to why she continues to block others from her, it happens. she dials the number, letting it ring momentarily before bringing it up to her ear. clearing her throat behind her other hand, letting go of the pen she speaks behind her tight knuckle. “hello? jace?” she questioned, unsure of this being the other’s number. 

“um, would you like to meet up? i saw your number on my phone, thought i’d reach out. i know, how unexpected.”