Okay, so as you all might know, I’ve been on hiatus for quite some time due to lack of internet. But now I’m back, and I’m looking at my threads like... “are these too outdated now?” I don’t mind replying to them and carrying them out just fine, but I just wanna know if you guys still wanna finish them or if you’d like to drop them and start new ones. I’m fine with anything really.
vmxmino - Unexpected Reunion.
vmxyeri - Stop It
vmxjess - Tenacious
vmxminseok - Lights in the Sky
Did I forget anyone? OTL I’m so sorry if I did!
Now as for plotting, I honestly lost track, but please ALL of you come plot with me. ; n ; Like/Comment here and I’ll come running. I really need to get things going once again for this girl. ; n ; <3 <3
i had a LOT of fun writing this you don’t understand
imagine yeol asking jess to stop at a fast food joint and jess constantly threatening to throw him out of the car and her driver being very, very confused
phobia drabble prompts.BRONTOPHOBIA: our muses are caught in a storm together.
when sungyeol successfully manages to get his target to keel over, he tends to celebrate. treat himself. go eat out at a greasy fast food joint or buy something nice for his laptop. or maybe buy yet another laptop for his collection of laptops.
what he doesn’t do is stand outside the building like a complete and utter moron, because that would be stupid and decidedly uncool, should his latest target stumble upon him. “well hi again, target. i’m standing outside your workplace after putting the fear of god in you because i was stupid enough to forget my umbrella.” awkward, much?
but there he is anyway, glaring at the fat raindrops that fall inches away from his sneakers. sungyeol can stand getting a little wet, but he had worn his favourite leather jacket, the one that makes him look real badass. he can’t afford to get it wet, and with the storm that’s raging outside, it will definitely get ruined. no way he’s letting that happen.
it looks like he’ll be there for the long haul, but then there’s movement from the corner of his eye, and he turns to see a brunette bombshell exit the building. the scowl that tugs at her lips once she notices the rainstorm is impressive.
“my thoughts exactly,” sungyeol finds himself saying, totally unprepared for the dark gaze that pins him where he stands. “you… wouldn’t happen to have a spare umbrella on you, would you?”
the woman blinks, as if surprised he has the wherewithal to strike up a conversation with her. “i don’t,” she replies, succinct and to the point. “i’m waiting for my driver to pick me up.”
his brows raise rather high at that. “driver. nice. wish i had one right about now.” there’s a brief silence, before he attempts to fill it. he’s bored, it’s raining, and she’s easy on the eyes. why not? “you work here or something, then?”
the woman doesn’t even turn towards him this time, staring resolutely out at the rain instead, as if willing it to stop. “i’m only here for a meeting.”
“a meeting, huh?” he sticks his hands in the pockets of his jeans. “same here, actually.” which is true, more or less.
she doesn’t seem to buy it, however. her eyes rove his form, and not appreciatively. “you aren’t exactly dressed the part,” she comments.
so she has a head on her shoulders. good to know. “i feel a little violated, you know,” he says. “my eyes are up here.” this earns him an eyeroll. “what? i’m not a huge fan of suits, okay? leather jackets are all the rage these days, anyway.”
“they might be, but they aren’t exactly suitable for the workplace,” she comments, before taking her phone out. not even waiting for him to reply.
is this how other people feel when he snubs them? what an aggravating feeling.
the woman frowns down at her phone, closing it and tossing it in her purse with a huff. “what, is your driver late or something?”
she looks at him from her peripherals. “yes, and it’s not the first time.”
“you should fire them. i mean, not only do you have to stand outside while it’s raining, but you have to put up with some handsome guy who won’t shut up.” he pauses, as if thinking his words over. “well, i mean, the second thing is not so bad, but the first? annoying as all hell. i should know; i’ve been standing here for the past five minutes.”
the woman scoffs, but sungyeol notices that her lips give the slightest tug upwards. she’s amused, at least infinitesimally. and of course she is. he has that charm.
a silence overtakes them, though not a stony one, and sungyeol opens his mouth to make another observation when a car parks itself near them. the driver hurries out, opening an umbrella, and the woman moves to meet him.
“hey,” sungyeol calls out, before he can think better of it. “at least tell me your name before you go?”
at first, it doesn’t look as if she will. but then she turns. “sooyeon,” she says, then opens the car door and gets inside. sungyeol lets out a surprised laugh, leans against the wall. he isn’t done waiting, after all.
the driver closes the umbrella and enters the vehicle himself, though for some reason it doesn’t take off. he quirks a brow.
all of a sudden the passenger side window rolls down, and sooyeon’s there, looking resigned. “get in.”
sungyeol stares. “seriously?”
“quickly, before i change my mind.”
he does just that, though tries not to look like he’s rushing. that would not be cool, and he’s got an image to uphold.
phobia drabble prompts.NOSEMAPHOBIA: your muse is ill, and mine is taking care of them.
hyoyeon isn’t surprised when she sees sooyeon pouring over files, used tissues balled up in one hand, as she enters the room. maybe she would’ve been, had she not known the brunette and her workaholic tendencies.
“when i said you need to take it easy, i didn’t mean this,” the blonde says, placing the tray in her hands atop sooyeon’s nightstand. “this isn’t taking it easy — i’m sure your company won’t go bankrupt if you stop working for a few days to get over your cold. isn’t your secretary taking care of things?”
hyoyeon is in grey territory, she knows; she has never taken care of someone before, apart from herself that is, and her footing is shaky. but people do this for their friends, don’t they? that is the only thing keeping her resolve from faltering.
she holds out her hand. “come on, give me those files.” sooyeon’s stare is withering. “how about this: eat this soup, and i’ll let you go over one file before you go to bed. deal?”
silence, as the two maintain eye contact. then, sighing, sooyeon finally hands off the files to hyoyeon. a pleased smile spreads across the blonde’s lips as she puts them under one arm, then sets the tray in the other’s lap.
it may not be much, she thinks, as sooyeon takes a careful sip of the broth, but it’s progress.
fingers tap idly against the steering wheel as hyoyeon waits, reclining back against her seat in the hopes of some kind of reprieve. last night had been a troublesome affair; she had the task of disposing what appeared to be the body of a cottonmouth member, if the snake tattoo winding along its arm was any indication. the blonde had the dark circles sitting just below her eyes to prove it.
it wasn’t as if her role as the cleanup crew provided her with nightmares. some of the bodies were grisly sights to behold, but hyoyeon was no stranger to gore and violence anymore. her stomach could handle the hitmen’s handiwork, and what their expertise entailed. it was merely that disposing the body took quite a lot of time, and the text informing her of its location came rather late at night.
but what could she do? when duty called, there was no putting her phone on silent and pretending she didn’t have work to do. hyoyeon is too meticulous for that — not to mention she can’t imagine the repercussions of such an action. nor does she particularly wish to imagine it.
finally, she notices movement out of the corner of her eye, and lowers her window to greet the other woman with a slight upward curl of the lips.
“busy day, miss jung?” she teases, unlocking the car doors so that sooyeon can get in.
