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HAEUN​.

                            “      oh   i   know   you   would,   silly      !      but   i   also   know   you’re   not   trying   to   go   to   jail   in   a   different   country   for   murder,   so.      ”      it   was   clear   as   the   daylight   that   haeun   was   having   too   much   fun   with   this   conversation,   the   stupid   smile   that   her   face   currently   adorns   just   adding   to   the   fact.      "      wow      ..      so   the   asshole   has   a   heart      ?      "      mumbles   under   her   breath,   figure   turning   away   momentarily   as   to   hide   furrowed   brows   in   faux   surprise   before   she’s   opening   her   mouth   again.      "      i   didn’t   want   to   at   first      —      but   then   daejung   mentioned   how   interesting   it   would   be   to   study   demons   in   other   countries,   so   i   decided   to   tag   along.      "      another   smile   but   this   one   reaches   her   eyes,   looks   triumphant   as   if   she   felt   accomplished   with   all   the   unnecessary   info   dump.      "      the   first   one   i   will   start   studying   is   you,   at   that.     "

     “     NO.     “  he’s  not  sure  what  he’s  saying  no  to:  the  MURDER  or  HAVING  A  HEART.  because  in  either  instance,  he  had  to  show  strong  emotions  and  it  wasn’t  on  him  to  do  such  a  thing. surely  it  was  a  lot  EASIER  for  him  to  show  hate,  especially  for  two  people,  than  to  show  any  type  of  POSITIVE  EMOTION  to  someone.  he  let’s  himself  glance  towards  the  smaller  girl,  clentching  his  jaw  as  he  tried  to  control  his  stupid  anger  towards  something  so  ...  toxic.  “     oh,  I’M  SURE  he  did.  mhm,  sounds  so  FUN.     “  he  mumbles,  eyes  returning  to  the  screen  of  his  phone  as  the  other  speaks,  trying  to  control  the  bad  feelings  at  the  pit  of  his  stomach  “     OH,  GOOD  LUCK.     “  a  sly  chuckle  escapes  his  lips,  before  facing  her  again  “     THIS  IS  SEVERAL  DEMONS  WRAPPED  IN  ONE.  you’ll  take  a  whole  lifetime  to  figure  this  one  out.     “

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BLISS​.

bliss is definitely, 100%, all out ignoring alex. well, she’s ignoring drunk alex. she’s been rushing around her closet like apartment for the better part of an hour. between packing and laundry, when alex had shown up she had settled him on her couch and turned on an episode of unsolved mysteries before she continued flitting around her apartment. “hah, how am i feeling?” she finally acknowledged the drunk boxer sitting next to her small black cat punkin’, a sarcastic laugh echoing around them. “literally, haven’t talked to these people in how long, and now i’m going on a trip with them?” she stops, her hands on her hips as she turns toward alex. “shit, some of them i see on a daily basis already and i really don’t want to wake up to them every morning.”  she stresses the last two words. “but here i am, packing, aren’t i?”

     his  foggy  attention  was  divided  between  the  moving  picture  in  front  of  him  and  her  words;  his  hand  quickly  rested  to  pet  the  small  kitten  on  the  head  as  he  tried  to  FOCUS.  and  hell,  did  he  knew  what  she  meant.  his  own  heart  was  divided  on  wanting  to  even  spend  ONE night  apart  from  his  precious  bed,  not  talking  about  to  seeing  those  people  EVERY  DAY.  his  shoulders  shrug  a  moment,  before  his  intoxicated  fogged  eyes  turn  on  her  direction  “     LISTEN,  i  also  don’t  wanna  see  Daejung  or  Haeun  EVERY  MORNING  but  yet,  here  we  are,  with  the  trips  bought  and  a  whole  filled  hand  of  hatred  saved.     “  his  eyes  then  divert  towards  the  kitten  and  he  smiles  “     SOMEONE  TOLD  ME  THAT  IT  MIGHT  GET  BETTER,  so  maybe  they  prove  me  wrong,  who  knows.     “

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JADE​.

   perhaps from a third perspective, one would think he handles her too roughly — so hostile, so annoyed at the sight of her here. clicking his tongue when she takes too long to answer, so aggressive. her neighbors had mentioned their concerns once or twice after a few noise complaints— jade was a quiet neighbor, so it was a cause for concern to see an assertive young man showing up in the middle of the night, banging on her door until she answered, pushing himself inside her apartment and spitting venomous things at first sight. but there’s no malice behind his actions, no real animosity. he might have grabbed her wrists, but he’s gentle when he lets go— tells her that worrying is unnecessary, stupid. though she doesn’t miss how quick he is to reassure her in his own way, mentioning that the cause of his wounds are from a recent match. she’s relieved to see he hadn’t been involved in some random scuffle, but she still worries her bottom lip between her teeth. “ i didn’t think you had one tonight.. ” she admits quietly, locking up the door as he passes by her and heads towards the couch. he’s unsteady, but able to make it to his usual spot. their usual spot. but not before shouting into the empty space that he’s here to stay for the night— that whoever is here can rot the rest of the evening away in their hiding spot. no one replies, as expected, because no one ever keeps her company at night like this. only you’re here. it’s only ever you. she thinks as his voice bounces off the walls, taking the opportunity to retrieve the first aid kit from underneath the sink in the bathroom, damp wash cloth in tow as she returns to the living room a heartbeat later. “ no one’s here. it’s just me and you. ” she reassures him softly, or at least tries to— finds her place by his side on the couch, close enough to touch, warmth from one another mingling. her hands busy themselves with the lock on the first aid kit before retrieving one of the many hair ties she keeps in there. “ i’m sorry. ” she apologizes the second he mentions her taking too long— stretching her frame up as his head tilts, running her hands through his locks and gently pushing the hair from his face so she can tie it and survey his injuries properly. “ .. i must have fallen asleep while editing, so i didn’t know what was happening. ” her hands linger for a second longer than necessary before she’s securing his bangs with the hair tie and pulling away slightly, sheepish with tinted cheeks at her admission. “ i .. was startled— erm, so it.. took me a second to realize what was going on. ”

     it  takes  him  TOO  LONG  to  warm  up  to  someone  and  jade,  having  been  consistent  in  his  life  for  a  while,  knows  it  too  well  as  well.  it’s  both  a  CURSE  and  a  BLESSING  how  well  she  knows  him,  how  she  just  takes  his  blows  and  holds  for  the  underlying  kindness  inside.  alex  knows  way  too  well  to  hold  himself  out,  throw  knifes  and  blow  slurs  in  all  directions  to  avoid  closeness,  because  those  close  are  the  ones  who  stab  the  hardest,  but  in  those  moments  with  jade,  he  felt  almost  whole,  almost  secure.  everything snapped  back  into  reality  when  he  woke  up,  but  the  kind  memories  burned  in  his  mind  until  it  happened  again.  the  quietness,  the  low  lights,  the  way  her  gentle  hands  run  through  his  messy  locks  to  pull  them  out  of  his  face;  he  wants  more  of  that,  he  wants  those  gently  fingers  to  run  through  his  head  some  more  “     SCARED  ?  stupid  girl  ...     “  he  mumbles,  but  still  aware  how  scary  she  had  must  felt  when  he  banged  the  door.  even  under  the  influence,  he  tries  to  pull  himself  out  of  it  but  again,  before  he  could  say  anything  else,  the  movement  stopped,  replaced  by  the  damp,  warm  towel  and  he  sighs  out  in  frustration:  it’s  not  this  he  wants,  why  is  it  so  hard  to  understand  ?  still,  his  eyes  remain  shut  and  his movements  to  the  minimum.  it  hurts,  but  maybe  not  as  much  as  the  actual  match.  his  hand  gently  rubs  against  her  leg,  maybe  reassuring  her,  maybe  reassuring  himself;  he’s  not  sure.

     “     YOU  SERIOUSLY  NEED  TO  START  SLEEPING  EARLIER.  then  i  won’t  have  to  do  coffee  in  the  morning  for  you.     “  he  really  doesn’t  mind,  he  really  doesn’t.  making  small  things  for  her  pleases  him,  but  he  can’t  let  himself  believe  it.  doing  anything  remotely  nice  just  to  be  nice  meant  weakness  and  he  wasn’t  going  back  to  it.  jade  could  seem  nice  and  sweet  and  maybe  a  little  bit  too  naive,  but  he  knows  she  could  be  pretending  “     YEAH,  it  was  to  make  my  manager  happy  before  we  went  on  the  trip.  probably  will  have  a  few  more  matches  on  the  road,  but  we’ll  see.     “  he  keeps  mumbling,  keeping  his  hand  on  her  leg  and  she  gently  tends  for  his  wounds.  he  used  to  do  this.  now  ?  everything  seemed  broken.  slowly  and  once  more,  his  walls  started  to  crumble  slowly  around  her  and  he  can’t  help  himself  but  let  his  arm  gently  surround  her  waist  to  pull  her  to  his  side  “     IF  I  KNEW  YOU’D  BE  UP,  i  would’ve  invited  you.  alas.  don’t  edit  so  late  ...  it  isn’t  good  for  your  schedule.     “  he  mumbles,  tilting  his  head  towards  her  and  opening  his  fogged  eyes  to  look  at  her  “     CAN  YOU  DO  THAT  FOR  ME  ?  ...  silly  ...  woman,  god.     “

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ELIJAH​.

–––––  “i’m not a pussy,” eli snapped, indignant. no, he wasn’t a pussy. he was just internally debating whether or not it was worth it to climb down a fucking four-storey building. despite his argument, eli remained by the edge of the rooftop, staring down at the intimidating view of the cement. if he slipped and fell, would he die? or would he be able to walk it off with a few broken bones? his knees were wobbling, but he’s not going to back out of a dare, not in a million years. he’s going to fucking do this, with the help of darren-brewed coffee.

yes, eli thought to himself, he’s doing this for darren. he won’t be seeing darren for a while, and he was going to dedicate this dare to darren. 

in darren, he trusts. 

his train of thought was cut short at alex’s request. he turned to alex, his eyebrows raised. “what is it, bro?”

     alex  STARES  up  at  him  expectant,  while  his  sips  the  coffee  darren  just  arranged  for  him.  of  course  he  would  miss  the  TOP-NOTCH  BARISTA,  knowing  he  wouldn’t  be  able  to  drink  his  coffee  without  letting  his  PARANOIA  get  to  him.  and  neither  would  eli,  but  at  this  moment,  none  of  that  mattered.  WOULD  ELIJAH  DO  IT  ?  that  was  the  big  question.  the  sudden  moment  of  topic  change,  alex  feels  suddenly naked.  HE’S  YOUR  BEST  FRIEND,  he  thought  to  himself,  before  clearing  his  throat  “     I  NEED  YOU  TO  JUST  ...  keep  me  from  being  alone  with  haeun  and  daejung.  and  i  wouldn’t  ask  you  this  if  i  was  able  to  stop  my  urges,  but  i really  ... can’t.     “  he  turns  away,  walking  away  from  the  ledge  and  pouring  the  rest  of  his  coffee  to  the  ground  “     JUST  THAT.  i  guess.  could  you  do  that  for  me  ?     “

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      𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗲𝗿  𝗿𝗲𝗾𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗱:  𝗼𝗰𝘁𝗼𝗯𝗲𝗿 𝟮𝟵𝘁𝗵, 𝟯:𝟯𝟲𝗽𝗺 ... @elijahkang​.

     “     bro,  I  DARED  YOU ...  are  you  a  pussy  or  something  ?     “  again,  he  takes  the  caffeinated  drink  into  his  lips,  big  eyes  looking  at  his  best  friend.  because  no  matter  HOW  MUCH  he  wanted  to  deny  it,  the  STUPID,  MORON  ASSHOLE  in  front  of  him   was  his  best  friends.  and  this  same  best  friend  ?  was  on  the  edge  of  his  building.  something  about  WE  CAN’T  LIVE  WITHOUT  DARREN  due  to  the  trip  to  actually  CLIMBING  DOWN  THE  SIDE  OF  THE  BUILDING  as  a  dare.  sometimes  their  conversations  made  no  sense.  sometimes  their  brains  ?  went  blank,  simply.  alex  was  TOO  USED  to  pain  to  care  and  elijah  ?  was  just  dumb.  his  brows  rise  as  half  his  face  disappears  behind  his  coffee  cup  “     WHILE  YOU  DECIDE  IT’S  WORTH  BEING  CALLED  A  PUSSY  FOR  THE  REST  OF  YOUR  LIFE,  i  need  to  ask  you  something  for  the  rest  of  the  trip.  like  bro  to  bro,  i  really  need  you  to  step  up.     “

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HAEUN​.

                              “      oh   why,   thank   you      —      that   is   the   nicest   compliment   you   give   me   in   what      ..      three   or   four   years      ?      ”      the   smile   that   paints   her   features   appears   venomingly   sweet,   surprisingly   so   given   the   person   it   is   being   directed   to.   doesn’t   fail   to   notice   the   way   taller   figure   is   tensed   up   next   to   her,   which   almost   makes   the   girl   snort   but   she   opts   to   shake   her   head,   instead.      "      well,   i   should   remind   you   that   the   witch   will   be   gracing   your   mornings   constantly   from   now   on      ..      “      eyes   narrow   into   slits   but   they   don’t   turn   to   meet   alex’s,   observing   his   figure   through   the   corner   of   peripheral   vision   and   she   shrugs.    ”      you   should   get   used   to   it,   we’re   trip   buddies,   after   all.      "

     it  just  feels,  in  her  PRESENCE,  his  heart  froze  and  his  movements  slowed.  maybe  she  was  a  WITCH  and  he  had  been  wrong  all  this  time  ?  ...  nah.  she  was  just  unpleasant.  something  alex  should  be  very  used  to,  but  just  made  him  wonder  why  would  the  other  male  ever  got  along  with  her.  his  eyes  rolled  back  for  the  THIRD  TIME  since  that  conversation  had  started,  releasing  a  frustrated  sigh  “     DON’T  REMIND  ME.  very  tempted  to  just  yeet  you  out  the  plane  if  you  ever  get  there  alive.     “  why  was  his  coffee  taking  so  long  ?  see,  if  darren  was  working,  he  would  be  here,  chatting  with  her  ...  he’d  be  at  leas  SIX  MILES  AWAY,  somewhere  far  away  from  her  venomous  words  “     THE  ONLY  REASON  WHY  I  EVEN  SENT  YOU  TWO  AN  INVITE  WAS  BECAUSE  I  KNOW  JADE  WOULD  BE  SAD  IF  I  DIDN’T.     “  he  adds,  sliding  his  phone  out  of  his  pocket  to  see  the  time.  not  even  two  minutes  had  passed  “  DIDN’T  THINK  YOU’D  ACTUALLY COME.  guess  y’all  really  like  to  infernize  people’s  lives.     “

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DAEJUNG​.

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→         𝙲𝙰𝙻𝙲𝚄𝙻𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙳𝙸𝙰𝙻𝙾𝙶𝚄𝙴…           𝑨𝑳𝑬𝑿 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑫𝑨𝑬𝑱𝑼𝑵𝑮.

                                      daejung found himself standing backstage in what he’d been told was alex’s dressing room.   it’d been surprisingly easy to chat his way inside,   security barely questioning his presence when they vaguely recognized his face   &   saw the bouquet of flowers in his hands.   daejung had seen parts of the match,   reprimanding himself for looking away when alex had to take a hit from his opponent.   it felt unnerving,   truly,   how he’d assumed he would feel absolutely numb when being faced with his old friend.   instead his heart hammered inside his chest,   a whirlwind of conflicting feelings pulling at his heart.

‘   congratulations on your win,   ’   daejung spoke as the door opened.   he held the flowers up briefly,   placing them on the table next to him.   ‘   i stopped by to clean up your wounds,   just like old times.   ’

     a  win  was  a  win,  no  matter  how  he  looked  like  at  the  end  of  it.  as  he  stood  on  that  ring,  under  strong  lights,  he  had  noticed  that  this  opponent  was  giving  him  more  damage  that  he  usually  took.  walking  down  those  LONG  halls  as  he  manager  spoke  his  elbows  off  about  having  to  take  responsibilities  —  a  travel  ABROAD  ??  alex,  even  for  you,  that’s —  WHAT  ABOUT  BOXING  ??   —  but  quickly  is  left  behind  as  the  capricorn  man  starts  walking  faster.  he  has  NO  patience  for  him  now,  spitting  some  blood  onto  the  floor  as  his  staff  dresses  the  robe  and  they  too  are  left  behind.  they  know  TOO  WELL  alex  needs  his  five  minutes  of  absolute  silence.  looking  at  the  guard  in  front  of  the  door,  that  slides  smoothly  to  the  side,  it  seems  his  eyes  try  to  tell  him  something,  but  he’s  so  TIRED,  that  completely  misses  him.

     BUT  HE  SHOULD’VE  GUESSED.  rocky  would  never  look  at  him  like  that  if  there  wasn’t  and  ACTUAL  reason.  the  flowers  surprised  him,  but  the  man  standing  behind  them  was  worse.  his  heart  ?  dropped  to  his  feet  as  he  recognized  those  feline  features;  suddenly,  the  possible  concussion  he  had  seemed  MORE  prominent.  there  was  no  words  to  describe  the  absolute  horror  of  emotions  swirling  inside  him,  but  regardless,  he  pushes  his  sweaty  locks  back  with  his  hand  when  he  turns,  trying  to  keep  himself  puzzled.  there  was  SO  MUCH  to  say,  but  the  only  words  leaving  his  mouth  were  SENSELESS  “     YOU  GOT  TO  HAVE  SOME  FUCKING  NERVE  TO  COME  HERE.     “  words  filled  with  poison,  he  opens  his  locker,  taking  out  his  pack  of  cigarettes,  turning  to  him  again  while  he  patted  it  “     but  i’ll  indulge;  what  brought  you  back  ?  the  trip  ?     “

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JADE​.

   bang! it startles her awake— head lifting from where it had fallen onto her arms, upper body sprawled out across the keyboard of her laptop as her head snaps in the direction of the front door. heavy-eyed, she blinks slowly as the second slam hits the wood, almost sounding like it would begin splintering from his strength. in less than a second, jade’s on her toes— literally, the smallest hint of panic seeping into her skin as she springs up, sluggish brain trying to make sense of what was happening before he calls out for her to open the door. relief floods her frame, but it’s quickly followed by concern and the fluttering of something else in her stomach. 3:11am . she notes, passing by the blinking microwave on her way to the door. “ one second. ” she says, so quiet he might not even be able to hear it — though hopefully he’ll hear the sound of her undoing the latches, unlocking the deadbolt just in time to meet his frame leaning up against the threshold. “ a-alex, ” she gasps softly the second he comes into view, bloodied and beaten underneath the dim lights of the hallway. he usually comes this late looking worse for wear, but it’s been a while since he’s come like this. “ your face.. ” she says gently, small digits lifting as if to trace the bruise at his jaw before deciding to reach for his hand instead, mindful of the oozing cuts, gently tugging him inside. “ i’ll get the first aid kit, okay … ? ”

     the  extravagant  personality  held  inside  his  body  was  telling  him  to  BANG  again  the  wooden  door,  but  shaken,  it  had  seemed  like  it  would  break  if  he  repeated  the  stunt.  small  whispers  rise  along  the  hallway  and  he  can’t  distinguish  if  it’s  his  inner  demons  rising  inside  him  again  or  if  her  neighbors  had  woken  up  from  his  noise.  PROBABLY  THE  LATTER,  but  his  paranoia  is  heightened  again  and  he  turns  towards  the  door,  brow  furrowed  as  his  INTOXICATED  PATIENCE  runs  thiner  by  the  second.  if  she  doesn’t  show  up  in  the  next  minute  ...  all  thoughts,  but  would  he  really  kick  the  door  down  if  she  didn’t  answer  ?  made  him  wonder,  however,  if  she  was  home.  made  his  head  wonder,  under  TWO  MINUTES,  what  she’d  be  doing.  was  she  out  with  someone  ?  or  worse,  was  she  hiding  someone  from  him  ?  the  sudden  sounds  of  the  door  being  unlocked  brought  him  back.  AH—  at  least  she  had  listened  to  him  and  finally  started  to  lock  her  door  properly.  how  many  time  had  he  told  her  the  neighborhood  was  dangerous  ?  STUPID  GIRL  ...  made  him  nervous,  however.

     if  he’d  been  sober,  he  would  definitely  notice  her  sleepiness  and  slow  movements,  he  would’ve  noticed  her  home - like  wardrobe.  but  no.  it  takes  him  a  while  to  get  used  to  jade’s  CARING  movements—  affection  ?  love  ?  didn’t  ring  a  bell  to  him  ...  always  made  him  believe  one  day,  jade  would  ask  something  from  him.  as  her  hand  traces  his  jaw,  his  hand  grips  around  her  wrist,  stopping  her  from  continuing  “     DON’T  BE  STUPID  ...  i  just  came  back  from  a  match,  it’s  no  big  deal.     “  he  definitely  had,  but  skipped  so  necessary  care  after  it.  he  steps  inside,  a  bit  woozy,  calling  out  to  the  “  empty  “  apartment  “     WHOEVER  YOU  ARE,  you’re  going  to  stay  there  all  night,  ‘cause  i  ain’t  leaving  any  time  soon  !     “  a  sly  smirk  leaves  his  lips,  like  he’s  proud  of  himself;  the  idea  of  a  man  standing  all  night  in  a  closet  because  he  was  there  amused  him.  jade’s  attention  was  HIS  to  keep,  and  this  so  called  man,  mostly  in  his  head,  was  going to  have  to  get  in  line.  his  body  drops  on  the  couch,  sore,  exhausted,  his  head  resting  on  the  back  “     what  took  you  so  long,  huh  ?     “ 

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     𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗲𝗿  𝗿𝗲𝗾𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗱:  𝗼𝗰𝘁𝗼𝗯𝗲𝗿  𝟮𝟵𝘁𝗵,  𝟯:𝟬𝟵𝗮𝗺  ...  @jadeyt​.

every  night  was  a  repetition  of  the  night  before  and  normally  that  thought  alone  would  make  alex  spiral  into  his  own  black  hole,  but  the  sweet  essence  of  alcohol  and  tint  of  narcortics  had  EASED  his  mind  and  now  he  saw  himself  walking  the  same  steps  that  he  did  every  night  he  got  like  this.  and  it  wasn’t  like  he  looked  that  good  either;  jaw  BRUISED,  lip  BUSTED,  knuckles  DARK  of  the  blows  given.  he  was  a  mess  and  he  was  aware  that  he  was.  still  numbed  soreness,  he  blows  a  few  strong  blows  against  the  door,  his  chuckling  voice  sounding  loud  (  it  wouldn’t  be  the  first  time  he  frightened  her  neighbors  )  “     jade,  open  UP  !     “  another  chuckles  leaves  his  lips  as  he  leans  against  the  frame,  resting  his  head  against  it  too  “     are  you  REALLY  about  to  leave  me  out  here  ?     “

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      𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗲𝗿  𝗿𝗲𝗾𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗱:  𝗼𝗰𝘁𝗼𝗯𝗲𝗿  𝟮𝟴𝘁𝗵,  𝟭𝟮:𝟯𝟴𝗽𝗺  ...  @4stealer​.

if  there  was  anyone  he  had  been  trying  to  avoid  like  actual  PLAGUE   had  been  HAEUN  and  DAEJUNG.  oh,  was  he  well  aware  of  their  comeback  to  town,  but  of  course  he  was,  with  this  whole  trip  in  motion.  still,  if  he  could  avoid  them  until  their  trip,  better  to  say  the  least.  especially  her.  he  wasn’t  sure  WHAT  made  him  so  uneasy  around  her,  but  the  truth  was,  everything  since  her  name  to  actually  seeing  her  made  him  NERVOUS.  and  has  it,  fate  had  other  plans  for  him  as  he  entered  his  usual  coffeeshop,  forgetting  so  many  years  ago  being  their  coffeeshop.  he  freezes  as  he  notes  her  beside  him,  but  it’s  too  obvious  for  him  to  RUN AWAY  now  “     ah  look-  i  didn’t  know  witches  got  out  during  the  day.     “

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      𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗲𝗿  𝗿𝗲𝗾𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗱:  𝗼𝗰𝘁𝗼𝗯𝗲𝗿  𝟮𝟴𝘁𝗵,  𝟱:𝟯𝟭𝗮𝗺  ...  @ftbliss​.

“     so  when  i  tell  you  it  happened  ?  listen   ...  LISTEN ...  bro,  it  so  did.     “  if  there were  two  people  he  ever  trusted  himself  around  while  drunk  was  between  JADE,  obviously,  and  BLISS.  pushing  locks  of  dark  hair  away  from  his  eyes,  he  squints  his  eyes  at  her.  was  she  even  listening  ?  his  hand  again  pushes  the  remaining  hair  back  and  pulls  the  scrunchie  in  his  wrist,  doing  his  signature  bun  “     changing  the  subject  ...  how  are  you  feeling  about  this  trip  ?  because  let  me  tell  you  ...  my  connection  to  some  of  these  people  have  died  like  ...  500  YEARS  AGO  ...  like,  why  even  invite  everyone  at  all  ?  it’s  like  ...  disaster  waitin’  to  happen  ...     “

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KHAIRI​.

«   𝐬𝐧𝐚𝐩𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐭 :  khairi   »   —   wait hold on i have a secret to tell you. «   𝐬𝐧𝐚𝐩𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐭 :  khairi   »   —   this was posted to a story not to you. you choose to reply xx

ALEXKANG:  i’m  sorry,  since  the  world  revolves  around  the  sun,  aka  me,  i  thought  you  really  sent  me  this

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      𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗲𝗿  𝗿𝗲𝗾𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗱:  𝗼𝗰𝘁𝗼𝗯𝗲𝗿  𝟮𝟴𝘁𝗵,  𝟵:𝟱𝟲𝗮𝗺  ...  @khairifm​  .

it  wasn’t  usual  alex  being  up  this  early  on  his  days  of  (  as  if  he  ever  had  days  off,  but  regardless  ),  however,  this  was  a  special  day.  a  few  days  before  they  all  stepped  toward  a  whole  new  ADVENTURE,  something  the  man  could  definitely  confess  he  wasn’t  ready  to.  especially  ...  not  with  some  of  the  people.  some  of  those  he  hadn’t  seen  in  years.  rubbing  his  eyes,  he  turns  on  the  couch  he  had  fell  asleep  on  and  upon  hearing  sounds,  he  calls  out  “     says  it’s  going  to  rain  today,  k.  it’s  no  time  for  your  panic!  at  the  disco  phase,  time  to  pack  up  and  be  cosy.     “  he  holds  his  phone  over  his  face,  sliding  the  screen  before  adding  “     have  you  packed  ?  because  i’m  waiting  for  my  bags  to  magically  ...  pack  themselves.     “

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KAIHIRI​.

«   𝐬𝐧𝐚𝐩𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐭 :  khairi   »   —   you know what this outfit is made of? girlfriend material. 

ALEXKANG:  you  know,  just  because  you’re  goth  gf  material,  doesn’t  mean  you  get  to  include  me  in  the  contacts  you  send  this  to

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✐ / ✘

     𝘀𝗲𝗻𝗱 𝗺𝗲 𝗮 𝘀𝘆𝗺𝗯𝗼𝗹 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗶 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝘄𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗲 𝗮 𝗱𝗿𝗮𝗯𝗯𝗹𝗲 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗺𝘆 𝗺𝘂𝘀𝗲 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗽𝗼𝗶𝗻𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝘃𝗶𝗲𝘄 𝗼𝗳  ...  𝗺𝘆 𝗺𝘂𝘀𝗲’𝘀 𝗳𝗮𝘃𝗼𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗲 𝗰𝗼𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗸𝗲𝗿/𝗰𝗹𝗮𝘀𝘀𝗺𝗮𝘁𝗲.

“     if  there  was  someone  i  loved  while  i  was  in  school  ...  it  was  khairi.  i  could  tell  you  it  was  because  they  were  extremely  easy  to  get  along  with,  but  it  wasn’t  like  that.  they’re  extremely  annoying.  so  extremely  nice  and  helpful,  i  wand  to  actually  barf.  like  can  you  stop  being  d i s g u s t i n g  ?  but  ...  when  i  was  going  through  some  hard  times,  they  were  actually  there.  few  people  stayed  when  i  broke  apart  from  my  parents,  especially  to  see  me  fall  from  grace,  but  they  were  there.  and  they  helped  all  throughout  highschool,  especially  through  my  several  concussions  and  aiding  me  with  school  work.  i  wouldn’t  have  graduated  if  it  weren’t  for  them.  and  for  that,  and  much  more,  i’m  eternally  grateful.  or  whatever.  “

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     𝘀𝗲𝗻𝗱 𝗺𝗲 𝗮 𝘀𝘆𝗺𝗯𝗼𝗹 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗶 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝘄𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗲 𝗮 𝗱𝗿𝗮𝗯𝗯𝗹𝗲 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗺𝘆 𝗺𝘂𝘀𝗲 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗽𝗼𝗶𝗻𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝘃��𝗲𝘄 𝗼𝗳  ...  𝗺𝘆 𝗺𝘂𝘀𝗲 𝗼𝗻 𝗮 𝗯𝗮𝗱 𝗱𝗮𝘆.

     pale  long  digits  wrap  around  the  silver  bottle  rested  on  the  floor  as  the  sound  of  falling  resounds  through  the  empty  gym.  usually  a  SEVEN  HOUR  run  would  chase  away  any  type  of  bad  feeling,  but  he  was  pissed.  about  what  ?  that  was  a  good  question,  that  was  indeed.  had  it  been  seeing  daejung  for  the  first  time  in  forever  ?  had  it  been  going  to  jade’s  and  finding  her  apartment  empty  ?  had  it  been  calling  elijah  and  finding  a  deaf  ring  ?  he  couldn’t  place.  but  punching  a  sand  bag  hadn’t  done  enough  and  he  wished  someone  was  there  to  take  his  blows  “     fucking  misery  ...     “  he  curses  under  his  breath,  setting  the  bottle  down  and  cleaning  the  accomulated  sweat  with  the  already  dirtied  towel,  pushing  himself  from  the  floor.  his  knuckles  would  be  bruised  in  the  morning,  another  thing  to  hide  from  everyone,  but  he  collects  himself  and  his  many  toxic  thoughts  before  focusing  on  the  bag.  he  wanted  to  see  nothing  but  daejung’s  face,  but  somehow,  that  only  distracted  him  more.  instead,  he  pictures’  his  father.  a  rage  so  blinding  strucks  him  again,  a  growling  forming  in  his  throat  as  he  starts  punching  the  bag.  his  session  WILL  NOT  be  over  any  time  soon.