#wydaewon

[wyhaeun]

(  › Unimpressed by the music as she is, Ha eun reluctantly must admit that the mood is more than enjoyable, it’s winsome, bewitching aura › › lights dancing like fireflies, the air feels like pure magic, maybe it’s the laughter of the families that normally strike her bitter╸Or maybe it’s because she’s not alone this time, like all prior. She grasps for @wydaewon​‘s sleeve, an impatient tug to bring him to her side, like he should have been closer all along, a side-winding eye-roll his direction struck timely with a smirk. She’ll never admit to the giddy thrill to be by his side, not alone, here at an event that never treated her becomingly before. ‹ )

                  “See that,” ( ‹ she points to a barrette, ornate in-layed gold, counterfeit and cheap but beautiful › like her › ) “buy that for your little girlfriend, bet she’ll talk to you again. Maybe then you can drag her around with you to events like this instead of making me. But then I guess it isn’t appropriate for you to be seen with her, is it? › I haven’t forgotten I’m your second choice for this date, you know.” ( ‹ She doesn’t release the warm fabric of his sleeve. › )

[wyhaeun]

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2:25am「✉─ 🇰​🇦​🇰​🇦​🇴​ 🇴​🇺​🇹​🇬​🇴​🇮​🇳​🇬​」: hey lameass, why’d you leave your ugly sweater over here. you know if i bring home a guy he’s going to judge me. what if he thinks it’s mine?

2:26am「 ✉ ─ 🇰​🇦​🇰​🇦​🇴​ 🇴​🇺​🇹​🇬​🇴​🇮​🇳​🇬​ 」: are you trying to sabotage my love life on purpose?

2:34am「 ✉ ─ 🇰​🇦​🇰​🇦​🇴​ 🇴​🇺​🇹​🇬​🇴​🇮​🇳​🇬​ 」: actually don’t answer that... let’s not talk about my love life. i don’t want your opinion...

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4:05am「✉ ─ 🇰​🇦​🇰​🇦​🇴​ 🇩​🇷​🇦​🇫​🇹​」: oppa i had a bad dream...

[kxngjin]

          The night went on wonderfully, his job had ceased to a mere turn of his head like a pendulum that hit against two sides of a wall. he stood from the second floor staring down, watching carefully like a hawk over what was his. a sudden dinging of his phone catches his attention, as his gaze immediately shifts to the brightened screen that lay on the edge of the balcony. an unknown number peers onto his screen, messages regarding minah accompanying the unknown digits. a brow raises, fingers come to pick up his phone, unlocking it and proceeding to read, only to find the series of texts amusing. who the fuck was this? and more importantly, how did he obtain jin’s number? a creep, a stalker, perhaps a rival to the dragons... was this a setup? an ambush... some sort of trap? 

thoughts that now occupied his reverie, fuelling it with uncertainty, only to receive a call from his earpiece about some old man making a scene in the front of his casino, where a large fountain sat, with the constant drop offs and pickups from limousines and fancy cars as they did their rounds. a scoff leaving him, footsteps carefully pacing down the stairs, making their towards the entrance of the casino, being greeted by numerous people before finally, spotting the hazard that was the man before him, the glamorously drunk ( @wydaewon ). a squint forms onto his features, unsure of how to handle the situation, should he just have his guards escort the man out? only to see him type something into his phone and seconds later it dinging on jin’s phone. 

he traces over to the other, an arms length away, hands come to tuck into the pockets of his suit. ❝ i must ask you to leave, you are creating a scene. ❞ he dismisses the messages for a moment, giving the old man a chance to flee before jin did any real harm.

[chxonsa]

           Contorted features spreading across his face, brows furrowing and hues narrowing before him as he squats down in front of the vending machine. both arms resting on their corresponding knees as he stares at the dispenser box, he could hear and see the students of wonyang university whispering in discussion about his random appearance at their university. some syllables of compliments, whilst others questioned who he was, with the odd few guessing that he was the golden angel of his era, only to receive nothing but a scoff as he stares at the vending machine who refused to give him the drink he had bought.

he stood up, a hand raking back his strands of his light brown hair, a sigh leaving him as his head rolls back. immediately upon his gaze meeting back with the machine, his foot stretching only to kick up against the machine, an angry grunt leaving him as he did so. seconds later the bottle of water tumbles from its shelf and falls out of the dispenser. he uncaps the bottle, taking a sip before sliding it back into the janitorial apron, the bottle sticking straight up from the bright blue apron that tied around his waist. 

he turns around, meeting the gaze of another student, eyes narrow, ❝ the hell you lookin’ at? ❞ the student shakes his head and waves profusely at him, a nervous smile wrecking his features only to receive a tug of disgust on his own lips before turning back to the mop that leaned up against the wall. 

he jumped in between the schools to find work, whoever provided shifts in between his downtime would inevitably get his labour in return. so here he was today, at wonyang university, scrubbing the floors of the privileged students of wonyang. ( @wydaewon )

[darlingahreum]

@wydaewon 

Finally, her drama shoot was over. She can go back to her regular work out routine and Daewon has no more excuse for him to avoid her. Between them, she works longer hours due to the nature of her job, but she manages just well. It was barely 9 in the evening when she arrived at his apartment complex. She shut the door of her car behind her. The black wrangler jeep blends with the evening scenery with its matte finish. She drives her jeep around to avoid people. The heavily tinted windows sure doesn't giveaway any bit of chance for people to easily see what's going on inside. Ahreum confidently strides down the hall, holding her keys and her phone as her yoga pants don't have any pockets on them. Finally arriving at his front door, Ahreum knocks, once then twice before calling him. 

“Daewon oppa!” First, she was polite and cute. “Daewon-ah!” Then the next moment, she was speaking informally while she waits for him to open the door. A few seconds pass and she pushes her way in assoon as she saw the small opening. Marching in like it was her place, clearly, it wasn't and it isn't, but she didn't care at all. Not even in the slightest. 

“What were you doing, oppa? Why did you take long to open the door?” Ahreum asks. “Also, what are you wearing? We're going to the gym.” Taking a seat on his favorite couch. She doesn't mind waiting, but she would very much mind it if he refuses to go to the gym with her again. She looks over her phone, replying to her fans on her official fan cafe. Smiling all alone, she can't help but glance over to him.