#virtvoso

[ulsaen-blog]

✿ virtvoso ; “You can hate someone but not hit them,” The blonde muttered, placing himself between the two heated males; it was a stupid spot to be in but he stood still with a child-like smile. “What are you guys fighting for anyways?” Turning to the dark haired male on his left he pursed his lips curiously. 

[desoleis]

+ virtvoso

"A fool?" His inquiry is laced with both curiosity and uncertainty, and his gaze lingers on her features; studying her expression, the emotion in her eyes, the way she carries herself. No physical attribute leads him to the conclusion that she’s a fool, nor does her words, but it seems that she sees something that he doesn't. An eyebrow raises, and he leans forward against the table, closer to her as she sits across from him.

"You don’t seem like a fool to me, but I've never been the best at reading people. Why do you say that, though? Don’t tell me it’s something silly like you've fallen for someone you can’t have, or blaming yourself for something you couldn't have helped—"

No matter what he said, she was a fool. A fool who believed something had horribly happened to him with his sudden disappearance years ago, especially since she hadn't been so well of herself either. She held grudges for a long time and as a matter of fact, he was one of the lucky people on this planet to actually have her care for him, so it only made the matter worse. She glanced at his action and leaned forward herself, raising her hand up to put her finger on his forehead, only to push it back. 

❝ It's not my fault that you never contacted me all those years when you decided to disappear. ❞

She was still angry even though they have met quite frequently after he had come back to South Korea. That was just perfectly like her, stubborn. If he had been nice enough and thought about what she would have felt about him being gone, it would have saved him a lot of trouble. She already had been through her own brother's disappearance which didn't end so well, so she was afraid to lose someone dear to her again. Jonghyun is a dear friend to her; they've been through a lot having been so close to each other for so long that it would break her heart to lose him.

 ❝ I'm not falling in love anytime soon, my dear friend. Trust me.  Now, did you find any lovely ladies while you were gone?  ❞

With that being said, she quickly muttered under her breath, "Now, who would want to date someone like him?" She snorted before taking a sip out of her coffee. Maybe it's because they've known each other for so long that he just felt like an older brother or a best friend, someone that she could easily mess around with and know that he wouldn't take it to heart. It was always fun to meet up with him and just chat about almost anything. She really didn't have any friends and he just about made it up for everything. 

[seolhyunxnsc]

✖

✖: A trait they despise in people.

Seolhyun hates liars. She hates them immensely. She’s never had any experience liars though, but soon enough she might cross paths with one.

[reminiscis]

"Are you okay?"

Angst Starters. (x)

▋       Sometimes he would blame himself for not working out so much and being way too skinny looking even though muscles were all over his perfectly sculpted body. Yes, killing was a job that took skills, but it was never him controlling his own movements—he was being controlled instead, his sight being the only thing left to his own control. Things were different when he would get caught by bandits in the street, the kind of people who would point a gun to his head and ask for money … funny thing was, he would never give in, and whenever he did find himself in such situation, he would come back home swollen, beaten up and probably bleeding in several spots of his pale flesh. The reason why he was never killed? Probably because it was always night, and no one thought such a silly boy would have the guts to go to the cops.

       Long fingers crawled down into the depths of the tall male’s pockets, the cold breeze having his body shaking as he tried to hide his face into the scarf around his neck as much as possible. It wasn’t of much use—it was actually way too cold. Though, unfortunately, not cold enough to avoid what was to come. Two males got a hold of his slim yet muscled arms, dragging the startled photographer into a nearby alley before shoving him against the cold hard wall. They voiced were rushed, almost as if they were running from something or someone—and they probably were. When he was asked about money, Thomas mentioned he had none, his body being violated by hands looking through his pockets, both front and back. Gross—he hated being touched in any way.

       Apparently, not having money was enough to have a punch hitting him straight on the stomach, harsh words meeting his ears when calling him useless, a waste of time—he knew he wasn’t supposed to care, but those were things he had been dealing with his whole life. No sound came out as the pain took place, punches to his jaw, cheeks stomach, sides—it all came too often, and soon he could feel his whole body feeling sore, a few more kicks here and there being enough to open wounds on both his chest and his face, blood slowly rolling down along his porcelain flesh. Pain … physical pain somehow made him feel alive, and he couldn’t find it in himself to try escaping. It was useless.

       Those two males were merciless because a while went by and he was still being beaten up—until something happened. Suddenly, there were punch sounds, groans … another fight. Why though? And then he was being pulled up into someone’s strong arms, bridal style. Even though the male’s vision was somewhat blurred due the overwhelming pain and blood loss, he was still able to catch a quick glance at the latter—it was a male, strong, handsome … but a stranger. He didn’t recognize who was it, but he was too weak to protest and any help was welcomed, his head ending up resting on the stranger’s shoulder as his eyes slowly fell closed.

       ”Are you okay?” A deep and concerned voice was all he could hear before everything went black and all his senses left his body. He wasn’t able to reply, and now his well being was in a stranger’s hands. Great.

[qriez]

"Are you okay?"

[ meme. ]

Using the back of her shirt sleeve to wipe her face from the now dry tears she gave the male a small shrug, accompanied by a small, sad smile. "Yeah, Just one of those days you know?"  

[seolhyunxnsc]

Pet Shop Assistance || Seolhyun x Jonghyun

Another day at work and another flock of admirers who just hang around just to see Seolhyun, nothing changed. She hoped that things would change since she changed images but nothing seemed to work and more and more males seemed to pile up. She didn't mind it though since they kept their space.

She walked around, tending to the animals needs and helping the customers when they needed it but her eyes fell on a particular male. She's seen him before.. Or almost like seen him everyday. She would always see this male walk in to gaze at the animals but would end up leaving empty handed. She didn't mind since most of the customers do so, but  this man would come in everyday for the past few weeks. Maybe he has trouble choosing a pet? She puckered her lips as she decided that she should confront the man.

She walked slowly towards the male before she smiled and tilted her head slightly trying to get into the male's sight of view. "Hello sir, do you need any assistance with purchasing a pet?"