it’s a nice day outside, today. summer is just ever so slowly shifting into autumn, so it’s a little colder but still sunny, the air fresh rather than stuffy, the river calm and barely moving. a perfect day to spend outside, walk around, ride a board, or just sit and enjoy the atmosphere. it’d be such a pity if someone planned to do just that but found themselves unable to relax because of some asshole causing unnecessary ruckus: running against the traffic of the recreational path, people on boards and rollers and bicycles having to resort to risky manoeuvres, obstructing the riverside view for people sitting and chilling out, for no reason at all, watching a ridiculously heel stomp right into a chewing gum spat out on the sidewalk just a few moments prior (who the fuck wears those kind of heels in this kind of place, anyway), greedily chugging a beer while walking on the narrow curb, nearly toppling over time and time again (dude’s balance is absolute garbage), and laughing to himself because of the scandalous looks he gets from ahjummas in the process.
shit like that. small and insignificant – but successively annoying.
hojun doesn’t give a fuck.
sometimes he has these days when he thinks: if my life sucks, why shouldn’t other people’s lives suck too? except that whatever he does to them isn’t even a tenth of what he’s been going through for nearly his whole life, so in his mind, it’s all good. it’s not like he really harms them, anyway. (not now, at least.)
he’s hopping off the curb and crushing an empty can in his hand when he hears her, nearly instantly whipping around, suddenly enough that it makes his head spin and feel like he’s drunk. he’s not, not yet.
“hey, princess,” he calls out to her flippantly, lips shifting in a grin. she might’ve said anything to him – sassy, insulting, offensive or pointless – and he’d still be happy to see her. “grumpy much? got a pea stuck in your bed last night?”
head high; she swept out of the building into the chilly autumn air. oh, how she began to miss the warmth of the sun and its perks already. thin clothes were stored away in the back of her closest, trading them in for her arsenal of sweaters and cardigans. her taste for fashion was rich, and she loved flaunting new brands off. today, the witch had decided to buy a yellowish jacket - just because of a model wearing a similar one in a photograph in one of the various magazines displayed in her office.
the shopping center had been almost suffocating with people dashing around as if they were on a constant caffeine rush. seora found these situations bizarre at first until she understood the whole idea of visiting malls herself. one could say that she became an addict of some sort.
the ordinary life might not be for her, but she is slowly growing accustomed to it.
so many other things were still a mystery though -- especially when she met people who knew her closer than work-related. social interactions were one of the most fearful yet exciting matters to her. at what time was it okay to be funny? casual? flirty?
her words slipped out in a slightly teasing tone, raising her brows at the familiar male who may have had a drink or two. he was a tad insane, she thought as her mood was anything but grumpy. perhaps he was seeing things not even seora could see.
he was like an enigma who knew the world inside out. and she was drawn to him. a study of art in abstract she wanted to figure out and learn a thing or two from.
“did you cause any trouble yet?" she countered his question and rolled her eyes at him in response to the 'nickname', ignoring his one deliberately as she caught up to him. it either was insults or jokes among the two. "please don't tell me you already have managed to scare all the people away and bring halloween early this year, mh? what's in it for me today? trick or treat? your costume is absolutely dashing." a wicked grin was spreading over her red lips, wanting to match the shit-eating one he had on his face.
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