— AU/ALTERNATIVE PLOTS ROOM

@jung taekwoon Joohyun luckily didn't make a fool of herself by tripping on her feet as she went back onto the walkway, toward the restaurant. Her eyes were tightly locked on him. He seemed a bit internally distraught. The way he tried to cover himself, and his words, a bit gargly and misplaced, but he didn't make a move on her. When she had backed far away enough from him, only then did she turn around, and face a crowd of people, looking at her quizzically. Her eyes quickly dropped, not ever really enjoying being the center of attention. Her jaw twitched a little as she tried to contain her discomfort.

"Here, ma'am, I think this is yours." she tried to not talk as stiff, looking up to meeting the middle aged women's eyes, who were obviously surprised by the individual attention. She looked down at Irene's hand though, and opened a little bit. "Oh-well, thank you!" she cried, obviously not knowing she had lost it. 'That guy...' Irene twitched a slightly stiffed smile, and nodded. "Of course, no worries." with that, she bowed, and moved back inside the comforts of the restaurant, where the people weren't looking at her as much, and she moved securely back behind the counter. Releasing a breathe, Joy looked at her.

"You ok?" Irene nodded. "Yeah, yeah...I just had to deal with something. No worries though." she reassured her with another small, surfaced smile. But Joy, nor Yeri, desided to pester her, and back to work it was. But Irene remained uncomfortable the rest of the evening. Even work couldn't shake the male from herself. Flashes of his tall body, bruised and broken. Broken. Irene's jaw got sore from how many times she had to clench it to control herself from losing it while checking on customers.

She never called the police. Her phone had sometime she couldn't even recall, slipped into the pocket of her black pants. When she opened it up again, she had pressed out of the keypad, and the 911 number was dismissed. But why that slipped past her? She didn't know. She was purely hung up on him. Broken. 'Broken...' the word just echoed hauntingly in her mind, and it made her body shake if she let it go on for too long, like a monotone beeping. 'Broken...Broken...Broken...'

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I had been three weeks, and nothing new appeared. The guy with the bruises and cuts hadn't shown up again. Irene's mind still driffted to him here and there, but the pain of thinking about him weakened slowing as the days went on. 'Maybe he moved locations...' was Irene's first theory, as she watched over the news, a post week from their interaction. 'Aigoo, why are you trying to track him? Just let it go, he's porbably moved on.' and so it seemed that way, when for the past 3 weeks there was zero sign of him. And Irene looked, when she got out of her car, before she got in; up and down the streets and nearby areas. The paranoia of seeing his figure kept her awake sometimes in bed.

But life pressed on her, and she couldn't have both. So, her grip loosened and loosend, till by the 3rd week, though he lingered, she couldn't smell the dried blood on his shirt.

That night, because the restraunts coffee (they didn't serve it to the customers, but they had one machine in the back for the workers, and it was pretty old and used) For a nice treat, Irene desided she would go out and get some coffee for her folks. She knew someone working at the shop, and it was only a block and a half away from work, she was of course excused, and bundled up in a jacket and scarf, as she went outside. She walked briskly down the street, not noticing nor thinking about anyone watching her, but naturally she moved quick because it was cold, and in case there were any s, she could sprint. But again, only a block and a half away. Not much could happen.

She didn't notice he was in the alleyway, and went right by it without seeing him.

@bae joohyun That phrase caught Taekwoon’s attention. He looked up slowly, like a deer that heard a hunter in the distance. Fingernails dug into the palms of his hands, an act of restraint.

The pointed look did not go amiss. The male looks down then, suddenly interested in the cracks in the asphalt. His hand run along the length of his arm, over a bruise, and to a fraction of a faint white scar just before his elbow; a mark left by brawls not too long ago. “Isn’t that a bit unfair,” he murmurs, mostly to himself, as though the concept of it is something he had fully /understand/. Nothing had ever been fair. “As I have a feeling you do not necessarily mean that.” He says, soft and with a hint of a smirk. It is not unkind, nor it is particularly amused. Ironic, he thinks. For the one who is concerned of slipping up and then getting caught, his own reassurance to himself seems vaguely empty. He did not flinch away from the woman’s gaze as she stared at him. What was she thinking? He tried to puzzle it out as he continues, “but, okay then, I won’t argue with you.” Taekwoon voices sharply, a light shrug of his shoulders giving him an air of indifference. The intrigued look with which he regarded her is barely perceptible on his face. He’s not afraid, but he wasn’t about to prove that point either. Nevertheless, he watches her walk away, somewhat stilted.

His initial shock however, as if ashamed of himself for allowing this side of him to surface, lingered on. But the part of him that was locked behind the well-crafted façade he’d built to conceal the true persona which he held, the one that had stemmed from his childhood—or lack thereof—still remained. It was certain, he’d been bought to the reality of how harsh life was from a young age; too young, most would argue, and barely given a chance at all to relish in the freedom being a child had to offer. Free-spirited and open was something Taekwoon had never been, avoidant in anything involving emotions.

Sighing, Taekwoon lit his cigarette as he began walking. The filter between his teeth is soggy and chewed apart, but against his better judgement, Taekwoon does not stub it out, not if it was his last cigarette.

He swallows a mouthful of air then, and exhales deeply, the smoke pulsing out in a gust of breath.

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With a scoff, the male makes a face, really scrunched up and kind of irritated as he looks around the lights of the evening. Somehow, it Bleaches everything impossibly bright, was silvery-white against the dark back drop of the sky, and the soft, gossamer thread pattering softly on the ground. When the drizzling stopped, he had taken off his shirt—discarded somewhere along the secluded alley he retired in—whilst he tended to the fresh wound on his shoulder blade, blood streaming down his back, onto the waistband of his jeans, and he hissed as his fingers came to contact with the bruises littering his upper torso, and the cut staining his cheek.
It’s not long before he notices the light coming from a building from steps ahead, the atmosphere bright and inviting, and he is reminded of the woman who stood at crosshairs with him a few weeks back. Taekwoon snorted. She had been brave. /Surely/, he’ll give her that.

But right now, there were more things he needed to worry about. She hasn’t turned him in, /so maybe they’re in good terms for that matter/, he thought as he catches a glimpse of the sky, the impending rain threatening to fall.

Taekwoon quickly puts on his shirt.

@jung taekwoon Joohyun felt her heart beating uneasily in her chest. The situation was more than she was expected; like it was apart of a intense dream she had had once. He was calm-being passive aggressive with her- and that just made her feet grow colder. There were many options to how he could've reacted, but this was one sinereo that hadn't come to mind. She was a cold person to (sometimes), and yet she had sympathy upon this stranger. Her first thoughts would be an apology, or a snarky remark and him just stumbling away, yelling curse words at her. Or again, possibly a druggie. But he was...legit. His whole atmosphere was dark, and his cheekbones could cut glass. This was real. This wasn't a dream.

'Am I really...going to fight him?' the thought echoed in her mind, and she couldn't find an answer to hush that nagging question. All the nagging questions. 'I...I've taken a couple classes, but...Bae Joohyun that was years ago! And now...your in a real situation, where you might actually need them.' memories of the martial arts classes she took when she was in elementary school started flooding her brain, nearly taking her out of focus from the opponent, standing tall, only a couple feet away from her.

'Act tough-don't let his words completely crush you. He hasn't done anything yet, and you don't know how far he will actually go.' Cirtinly, he has morals of not hitting a women. 'or maybe he doesn't...but even if you play, he will play slightly differently, most likely due to your gender.' These thoughts gave Joohyun confidence, and she watched with guarded eyes and body language. "Leave. Now. This wallet is not yours, and you have no business being here any longer. If you don't leave now, I will call the cops." she pulled her phone from her pocket, and used her finger to unlock it. Then, only averting her eyes for a second, she typed. "911" onto the keypad.

"Get out. Now." she repeated forcefully, her thumb hanging over the dial button. With one press, the authorities would be on the line, and this kid would be in real serious trouble. Not that she wouldn't report him, she was still considering, but if he made a move, then bye bye he would go. She started walking backwards, afraid that turning her back would result in him jumping her, and taking the wallet. She gripped that middle aged womens wallet like it was her life. She repeated herself once more. "Go. Or else." Now what was he going to do, she wondered. She didn't stop moving away from him.

@bae joohyun So he was a bit of a -up in certain situations. Taekwoon had his dark brows knitted together at what the other said and did, a distant murmur that barely registered in his mind. His lips pursed as he simply blinked back in return, and the words that were uttered merely an audible whisper, “This was certainly not the turn of events I expected today.” Taekwoon now refrained from letting a low scoff leave his lips, shaking his head in disbelief at the situation he currently found himself in. The exasperation clear in how he spoke, and the male dragged a hand through his locks; surprised that even now she’d yet to clock on the fact that he was a thief. “You’re kidding, right?”

He dusts off his clothes, and mulls over the options he’d conjured up, weighing the odds of her unveiling the previous deed to the authorities; face pulled into an expression so blank, he halts his actions to focus on racking his brain for alternatives. “Nevermind. Just give it back to me and I’ll promise to never bother you and anyone from here again.”

Taekwoon was still tense, the weariness apparent in every aspect of his demeanour at that point; large hands gripping at his knees, almost flinching when he finally stood up and gets a good look of the female. He imposed barriers for a reason, shutting people out and remaining in his own little realm, and at that awareness that she was chipping away, prying around the walls he’d built, Taekwoon would naturally distance himself. It came such an instinct to him that he wasn’t even sure if it was pure defence mechanism or out of skeptism anymore—only that it was the best thing to do. He took a step forward, stretching an open palm for the wallet. “I’m warning you to give it back now, before I do something you’ll deeply /regret/.” The male all but had a stern look in his eyes, alight with unbridled threat, and his attempts at retaining his patience were kept in check. He’s never one to turn down a game—if that’s what she’s playing at--even less when he knows he’s at least capable of /turning things the other way around/.

The girl’s voice had long cut into the quiet, and Taekwoon remained standing in front of her in a setting of parched lips fingers curling retreating into fist to suppress the appetite for reprise.

@jung taekwoon Bae Joohyun rubbed the back of her neck, little prickles of sweat falling from her head down to her back and slid under her white, bleached shirt. She took a puff of air. Lucky for her, this shirt was thick enough where you wouldn't see the sweat stains, but they were faint after working since noon. It was 7 now. The strategies people have to come up with when they are in the food service; what is the right shirt to buy, material wise, that after an hour will not show off your flaws? In general, what outfit, material wise, will work at work, eve n after an hour to not show off your flaws? Unshaved areas? Itchiness? It take practice, and depends on how much you are willing to pay for the outfit.

Joohyun's outfit was good, after all that practice of trying to figure it out, she had it. Loose, black pants (making her look more professional) White top (no buttons, not super clear, thick and matching in loosness with her pants, giving her air) and her hair was pulled back into a low ponytail (simple and would stay in pretty much all day long). Garmets were comfy, because a women needs comfey garmets everyday, right? Jooyhyun was set to go for whatever. If plates were about to fall, she could run and catch them. If someone was about to hit someones head, she would get there before things got messy. But she didn't realize that tonight, she would actually have to run to catch a guy stealing!

Things like this, normally didn't happen at this restaurant. Sure, they didn't have great security, no restaurant has body guards after all, but the structure seemed a little too...tight for that. When it was crowded, people waited outside. There was a big enough crowd where something could get taken, but because of so many people and witnesses, they might all pounce on the culprit before he tried getting out. If it was a smaller crowd, like on weekdays, they would hold them all inside to wait-even more secure. But the crowd was decent enough where being outside was perfectly fine. Joohyun had a good window view she was half staring into space, half keeping her eyes on the customers to make sure they were ok. And suddenly, cutting across her vision like a black arrow, was a male. Tale, lankey He paused at the window spot. Joohyun blinked. She hadn't seen him come inside. Was he with a party? It wasn't too big of a deal, but she watched as this guy came up behind a women, not speaking a word to her, and then slipped his hand quickly in and out by the womens side.

'Oh my gosh...' Bae Joohyun was witnessing a stealing! She could almost not believe it, but as he started walking cooly away, hands in his pockets, she knew that that is what exactly happend. Her body woke up, and she told Yeri she would be right back, not taking her eyes off the front door. Her feet quickly picked up, and she pushed the front door open, spilling outside into the afternoon sun. People looked up at her, but she was watching the dark haired male walk and round the corner. She didn't say a word, so that the culprit would not run in panic, and speed walked after him. When she got around the corner to, she went into a sprint, and freaking knocked the guy onto the ground with a pure on body slam. But with enough power, he was at least on the ground. She quickly kicked him hard in the balls, and kicked his stomach twice. She knelt down stuffing her hand into his pocket, and to her luck, found the wallet.

'Right pocket, score' she thought, gripping it in her hand tight and ripping it out. "Now then, what do you-" she was about to make a remark to him about stealing a innocent ladies wallet, when her eyes landed on his face. He had bruises, black a blue. Actually, the way he was bent in pain made it seem like it really, really hurt. Now, Joohyun knew guys were tough, and this guy probably would've been up and running by now if he didn't wanna get caught, but he was still on the ground, holding himself. 'Did I...did I really hurt him?' the face wasn't Joohyun-she knew because the side of the face she was looking at she, nor the ground, had never touched. She still held onto the wallet with her life, but something made a little tinge in her heart combust. Something was just...wrong.

Her eyes grew soft, and she tucked some of her loose hair behind her ear. Not sure what to say for a minute, she tried to think of the best words. "...Why did you take the wallet. Be honest." she didn't say it in a harsh tone what so ever, like she originally was going to. She said it as a simple, gentle question, to the guy though could attack her for the wallet, was still down and in pain. 'is he drunk? is he homeless?' Joohyun was cold, but not heartless. She stepped back a step, making sure she was good enough distance where making a move on her to knock her down would require two more steps of moving toward her, to which she could dodge quickly.

(hehe, I think this one is a bit better >< hopefully)

@bae joohyun Bristling with dynamic evidently affluent population, a solid core of notable places, this town was certainly an appropriate setting for Taekwoon to reside in. The number of encounters that were able to had daily never surprised him either. With steely eyes, body laden with bruises of varying shades and sizes, and smooth skin marred with criss-crossing network of reddened slashes, it was hardly Taekwoon's best look, he had to admit. And so, the need for the preservation of his image and practically status found him in a place amongst the bustling willows on a crowded street, perched on a wooden bench as he begrudgingly unwound the dressings that hid the injuries he sustained from previous brawls. He still managed to draw amusement from such a situation, however, by seeing wounds that now sported battle scars; a sign of his propensity for survival and indomitable will.

It was also his affinity towards perpetuation, as inscribed into his skin in obsidian ink, taking form of the roman numerals of a date he could still recall vividly to this day.

The determination in his gaze showed even more so now, the fervid intent to stay alive, /alive in the moment/, he would not be held back. Taekwoon wouldn't have been in the position he was now if he hadn't been for his ability to utilise his refined skills, experience, and impressive street smarts to get away with anything, whatever the scenario. Preparation was key to survival, and Taekwoon insisted on it (rather meticulously and strictly at that). Hardly a surprise, for it was interlaced in his nature - plenty of it - was his burning requirement of living; he'd serve nobody other than his own hand, continuing on for the sake of protecting the little reminder he had of his parents. And of course, the part which invariably involved his own self-gain.

A quick lap around the area once he stood up was made, in front of the bistro and a split-second glance at the persons that passes by was enough of a signal that he'd be able to take /something/ tonight, none of the people would be quick enough to catch him in the act. It'd be a lie to say that envisioning such ending didn't bring a crooked, satisfied smile to his lips. Unabashed, he strode confidently down the sidewalk, following a figure - that of a woman's - shadows beneath his eyes cast below his lids, hand ing up to take an item from an open bag. Little did Taekwoon know, that a pair of hazel eyes had watched him through the wide glass windows of a busy restaurant.

(It definitely is. No need to apologise)

@jung taekwoon "And you click this to finish the order." Bae Joohyun finished, pointing to the biggest, most obvious button on the machine. The new girl, Yeri, nodded, listen attentivly. "Ok, gotcha. Thank you so much for the help" Yeri told the manager who was helping her out with work. The Olive Garden- great food, but it was mostly food that came in boxes, and was really easy to make up. People loved it though, and it was expensive. It was a busy saturday evening, and the house was packed! Yeri was working her first weekend, and Joohyun just treated it like any other. She help organized people, escorted them to their tables, and looked over everyone. She had a higher position, meaning if something nasty went down, she was responsible for taking care of it. But she carried herself well, though the hours were long, and could easily be tiring.

Bae Joohyun looked over at the people waiting in large groups, familes and a small fraction of just couples. Again, she had to make sure the guests were happy. She looked over the bar for a quick scan. It was all going well. She puffed her cheeks, talking with Yeri to make sure while they had a little bit of free time, she knew how to see when tables were open and full, and how to costumers to their tables. She had went through training, but she was still a rookie, and Joohyun was nice enough where she wanted to make sure she was ok to.

But right now, there was a small pause, of which no people came in, and everyone was just waiting. Joohyun just looked over the people over and over. What else do you do in your freetime at work? You can't really sit and chit chat, especially when it is busy like it was on weekends.


(hope this was ok, I am sorry ><)

@ten Once he made sure that the other had seen him Eric turned slightly to shut the door before leaving his suitcase near the entrance. Making his way to one of the beds he sat down, putting his hands behind him as he smiled to Ten. He couldn't very well say he remembered much about the kid - only that he preferred to be called Ten - and that he'd met him a couple times while working with his parents. They were nice people, definitely not the sort Eric was forced to interact with on a daily basis at the institute. Hence why he accepted the proposition to look after their son on this trip.

"I'd say the same, but I'm obviously here for a reason." he replied, suddenly moving to sit forward with his elbows on his knees. Ever the playful man that he was he put his head in his hands, watching Ten with barely masked excitement. "Can you guess why I'm here?" Eric wanted to see if the pieces would click. When Ten's parents had called him in about the whole deal they seemed pretty worried about what the younger could get into when he was alone. He didn't know if they showed their concern to their child, but most parents tended to fret about even in the presence of their offspring. Surely, he must have known something was a little off when they sent him away to the train station.

@oh sehun Baekhyun’s whole body feels good, feels just right and with Sehun doing everything perfectly he can just be happy. He imagined that this would be rather a little awkward, but boy was he wrong. Sehun was a beginner but he sure knew what he was doing or at least had enough luck to do the right things. Baekhyun feels on the edge of Heaven with Sehun and he knows he wants more of this, he wants to feel more and to see what Sehun can do, all the ways. Sehun’s kisses only take his breath away, making him groan and almost scold Sehun for being so greedy and stealing his precious breath away, but in the end he liked it. Oh and how much he liked it. Sehun in control is the iest thing he ever saw and with a little experience, Baekhyun knows that Sehun will turn into something anyone and everyone would want to have in bed. And Baekhyun would lie if he’d say he does not love the fact that he is the first and he would lie if he’d say he will not want this over and over again. If possible, Baekhyun wants to be Sehun’s only one and he wants Sehun to be his only one as well.

Baekhyun knows just how intense this might be for the poor boy who just tasted the miracle of and he can feel his whole body tense whenever he touches Baekhyun. However, Baekhyun cannot really help a lot, only relieve the tension a little by touching Sehun softly, telling him like this that it is alright and that he is doing great. It is not easy for Baekhyun to control himself either, his whole body screams for more and his moans really give out his desire and pleasure. Once the taller boy takes his fingers out, he whines and pretty loudly because this teasing is not something he enjoys. As he is dragged under the boy his muscles tense up and he just has to bite his lower lip. Damn, who thought Sehun looks even better on top? Baekhyun took advantage of this chance and he admired the boy’s body wholly and touched it softly, feeling every bit of it and wanting it close, closer to him. It almost took him by surprise when the boy went all the way inside and it pretty much made him moan and jump a little, but he relaxed right away.

At the soft pace, he started to moan in sync, in a low tone to not wake the whole house up, a moan meant for Sehun only. To heat it up and make Sehun feel good and confident, he started to whisper words in his ear followed by short moans. They were not big deal, but they were words of praise for his body and his , for how good he is and how he wants more and how he needs more. Baekhyun made sure to kiss the boy’s skin as much as possible, in a soft and sensual manner, partly to cover his moans that kept on coming. However, as Sehun hit the spot, Baekhyun’s whole body arched in a beautiful way and his moans got more intense, his whole body started to tremble in pleasure and sweat was all over his chest and forehead. Sehun’ motion on his erected member was not really helping Baekhyun hold everything in and he felt himself close. He tried hard to make the moment last more, but soon he gave up and whispered to Sehun that he is close and he will just let go. And he did as promised, with another beautiful body arch and his head on his back, Baekhyun released like an explosion, almost feeling bad for the mess he surely created. It was a louder moan this time and his whole body shook, his pants got heavier and the tiredness hit him just like that. He managed to look at Sehun after and only pull him into a heated kiss to end up the perfect night.

@park sooyoung Leo let those words hang in the air for a moment, weighing it up in the palms of his hands. It’s a request, he feels. An excuse for whichever reason that may have brought her back to the ocean. The latter casted her eyes downwards, but no one ignore the sadness in her voice, and with his attention on her so rapt, there was little he’d miss when it came to how the female acted—under the pretence of a fractured gaze, there’s tremor building in her fingertips, hands beginning to shake—always the betrayers.

His gaze is soft as he watches the other, and Leo directs his sight away for a few moments as though to give her a sense of privacy. Probably too little too late by this point, now when the tears came. Rendered momentarily speechless, and taking a step closer towards her, Leo inclined his head to a nearly imperceptible greeting as he fishes out a monogrammed kerchief, one from the beach and quite frankly, he might’ve regretted not having something of his own to offer at times like this, but instead he pushed those thoughts aside whilst he handed the cloth.

There was hesitancy to his movements. Or maybe that’s not right. Leo has never seemed the type to want to meddle in and fix, one that want to mend and rebuild, recreate from the broken pieces left behind. But he doesn’t know what to say so he’s quiet because if there’s one thing that time and experience have taught him, it’s to observe and use his own head before allowing words to slip out of his lips. The male’s trail of vision is not easily lifted but it does so anyway; it settles on the female’s face and then, when it finds everything to meet his attention, it drops to the hand holding up the cloth, and he doesn’t miss the subtle earthquake in her resolve, slender fingers trembling.

Eyeing her makes him think of something, reminds him of a memory his mind refuses to open about. She’s similar to a person he’d met before in his life; was sweet like honey but also bitter like the sting of a bee. It didn’t help that he’d seen those same emotions once before. Once, and only once, in the flurry of their first meeting, somewhere between sadness and entrapment. He doesn’t know what to think of next so he does the one thing he knew he does best with unwavering certainty: listen. Without another word, the lifeguard drops into a sitting position next to her. “I guess no one could resist the ocean...even at this kind of weather.” There’s a certain lightness in his voice when he next spoke, he could barely hear himself, but that was okay.

In handful of sand, there’s a lingering affection. Shadows aching beneath his feet and Leo bites the sunlight in its revival, half-awake and perhaps, with solitude. And that’s how it started. That was how Leo learned to know her name above all, and in the recent weeks that follow, his conversation with Sooyoung lingered until they spoke in nothing but hushed whispers, words tumbling over one in an attempt to see who could keep it going for the longest. Sleep would cause her head to fall gently against his shoulder, and keep both of them there until Leo would shake her body awake when it fell too silent, the sun coming up the horizon turning the sky golden.

The differences between the two of them were great and the sole fact that they worked out to be friends, was amazing. But then again, he supposed that such things were the reasons that people believed in opposites attracting. Even in the most platonic of senses, it seemed people subconsciously seek that balance, because you could always overdose on too much of one thing (and Leo would always argue that you couldn’t have too much happiness). Still, he didn’t know how to explain what he was feeling. It was so foreign, and he was certain that he felt all that a person could feel. This emotion delved into his ribs like tendrils, attaching itself there and breathing life into him as though the bright sentiment was only experienced for the first time around. She was /beautiful/, her eyes lit up, catch light and shimmer like fireflies whenever she talks--she liked his company, whether he spoke or not; she did most of the talking on a normal basis anyway—and this fed the emotion that manifested in him. He was sure he’d felt this before, couldn’t figure out when, where. However, there was something undeniable about the way she spoke life into her stories, day by day, and everything seemed to lift off his shoulders; the world holding no chains on the fist-sized organ in his chest. He had a talent for understanding the glow in her eyes one he was definite he was once fond of but paid no heed to it. There was so much time in hid life that wondering about it while in her presence would do nothing but take away from his own. Maybe that was why he spared more time to meet her as days passed, whenever it was convenient for the both of them.

@mun junghyuk Two weeks. Two weeks, Ten would be spending in the province ---- located in China, and though this would be his first time alone nearly 2,500 kilometers from home, excitement rather than anxiety coursed through his veins. As the nineteen year old plopped down onto the sofa, he leaned back to scan his room. Of course, only a high-class train line such as this could offer such luxury: two queen beds, a plush sofa for three, an armed chair, a table made of the finest mahogany, and a private bathroom.

At that moment, the door to his room opened, causing Ten to look up expecting to see a train attendant offering an assortment of food but instead watched with confusion as a man waltzed inside; however, when the other turned and their sight locked onto each other, recognition sparked in Ten's eyes and he immediately straightened up in his seat. This guy - they've met before on multiple occasions at social banquets, archaeological conventions, and even at his house for his parents' festive parties. Mun Junghyuk, Ten remembered his name being, or Eric as his English name. He was one of the many who had collaborated on projects with his parents. "Uh, hello Mr. Eric - fancy meeting you here," Ten greeted, doing his best to seem neither too informal and too formal at the same time. Why in the world was Eric in his room though?

@ten Adjusting his sunglasses Eric steps onto the train just as it's about to depart. The train car is cool, an escape from the summer heat that seeks to escape under his tan jacket. After following the kid - whom he was supposed to watch over - for quite some time he ended up not approaching them just yet. Eric instead had been integrating himself into the crowd so he wouldn't stand out. He'd been advised that the student wouldn't be so keen on him joining his journey. Eric really didn't mind all the sneaking about. Besides, being somewhat childish at heart he found himself wanting to see what the other's reaction might be.

It seems he's lost them by the time the human traffic clears and he's left in a narrow empty hall. He pulls a slip of paper from his pocket that directs him to the young man's room, quietly pulling his suitcase along behind him. As the train starts to move he fixes his pace, shoving the paper back into the confines of his jeans. Looking over the room numbers he stops once he finds the right one. Eric can't see inside but no doubt they're already in there. Without knocking and giving no warning he opens the door and steps forward. Surveying the area before walking in fully he pulls his sunglasses off and hangs them on the collar of his shirt. When eyes finally land on his soon-to-be-partner he grins.

@byun baekhyun Sehun can’t help but feel a little nervous. It’s his first time pleasuring anyone, and the last thing he wants is to put Baekhyun through unnecessary pain. Thus when he first hears the low sound that comes from the male’s mouth, he initially tenses up a bit, not recognizing it as a moan and he peers at the elder uncertainly, looking for some guidance. But from the pleasure stricken look on his face, Sehun realizes soon enough that it’s Baekhyun and he can’t help but get a small sense of pride as he watches the other carefully. He leans into the peck, gazing into his eyes. “Okay… just tell me if it’s hurting you.” He breathes out only to be cut off by a rather loud moan, and he notices that his fingers are pressed against something that feels plush within the male, and he knows that whatever it is obviously feels good to him so it only makes sense to keep on doing it. Nonetheless, Baekhyun’s fingers diffing into his shoulders only make him want to go all the way in himself, to experience the tight heat around his own sensitive member, but he’s doing his best to be patient, he wants to make sure this will be pleasurable and memorable on both ends.

He continues to carefully his fingers in and out, his lips slowly as he watches the elder seemingly melt into his arms. The way his lips part with each breath is addicting, and it makes Sehun want to engrave the sight into his mind, savor it for as long as possible. He almost doesn’t hear the words that are escaping the male’s quivering lips but he leans in closer, just enough to take in the message the male is sending him. The needy look in his eyes and the quiver in his voice is loud enough. He knows what Baekhyun is asking of him, and he’d be a liar if he says that he isn’t nervous, stomach clenching a bit at the thought as he slowly pulls his fingers out of the elder. Sehun sits up, switching their positions carefully and laying Baekhyun down on his back. He parts the male’s pale legs slowly, sliding in between his thighs and hovering over the smaller’s frame. Wrapping one hand around his thick length, he guides the tip towards his puckered entrance, pausing just before he enters. With that he leans down, placing a loving, chaste kiss onto the elder’s pink lips before he slowly starts to in and immediately a groan escapes his lips at the tight heat that engulfs his length. It almost him in and it’s undoubtly one of the best feelings in the world, so much so that he has to pull away from the kiss just to breathe in a poor attempt to calm himself down.

Who would have ever known that losing his ity would be this intense?

Sehun’s hips stutter a bit as he pulls out, only to back in, a little faster this time and he bites onto his lower lip at the heat that starts to overcome him. He picks up a smooth rhythm, allowing his hips to move in and out of the male carefully. It takes all of his might to not lose control and simply chase after his release relentlessly. But even with all of the self control he’s harnessing, he still can’t help but slowly gain speed, making sure the elder takes in his entire length as he begins to snap his hips faster. He wraps a hand around Baekhyun’s length, starting to him off in time with his own s, mustering the courage to look into the male’s eyes and its then that he knows without a doubt that he’d only ever want to do this with Baekhyun, want to experience this milestone with Baekhyun. The male is beautiful splayed out beneath him, pale legs wrapped around his waist with his eyes glazed over. And it only makes Sehun want to see him at his highest peak as well, and it’s with that that he angles his hips carefully, ing into that one spot that previously made the male weak with just his fingers, he can only imagine what will happen when its his entire length pressing against the sensitive area. As he continues to he can feel his lower torso tightening up, body growing hotter as a thin sheen of sweat starts to gather on his skin. He’s so close, but he doesn’t want to get there until Baekhyun does too.

@lee suhyun A strange atmosphere lingered in the air, almost like there was a different meaning hidden behind her softly spoken words. Leo did not delve in it but let it wash over him as he looked at the smile quirking at the latter’s lips—something so out of the ordinary for him but also so familiar in Suhyun’s presence—and he finally responded with a nod, eyes meeting hers for a brief moment in wordless understanding.

Everything had just gotten a whole more carefree, and quite frankly; Leo was thankful for the shift in the atmosphere. There was only so much of an awkward situation he could take without starting to overthink. “I suppose... everybody has their own reasons.” the older murmurs in a subdued tone and hums at that, his gaze flickering down to the floorboards, wondering if it might give way under his feet anytime soon. He didn’t need to know her very well to be able to tell she wasn’t entirely honest with him, but the lifeguard had equated it to the most basic of tasks—choices—as every one has their own right, and he did not question further. Given that, he didn’t know what else to say without feeling like he was prying into business that wasn’t even his to begin with (or making her uncomfortable than they already had been before) so the male figured dropping the topic and approaching another new was a good way to go about this. “The ocean is always calmer at nights... even more so, when the weather is considerate. ” He mused aloud despite himself and the otherwise stoic manner, sinking back into the view of the waters as slender fingers came up to run through his hair, the seconds ticking away whilst he stood with her in the shack’s front patio seemed like hours, perhaps it was simply the comforting silence for him that made it feel like an eternity.

For the split of a second, she appeared to be rather lost. Leo could see it in the way her eyes darted back and forth, looking from her hands as though she was having an internal battle with herself. And though it seemed to bother her for a minute span of time, Leo found the actions rather /adorable/. It brought a ghost of a smile onto his features before he hovered a hand on top of her head, giving it a pat; soothing and gentle that didn’t last for too long, he didn’t wish to scare her away, didn’t want to overwhelm her with whichever initial thoughts and emotions that had lead her to the beach.

“I can keep you company by then....if you wouldn’t mind.” He purses his lips at the thought. For now.

He sighed for an extraordinary amount of time as he looked up at the sky, at the sight greeting him. Rain. As much as Leo loved the waters, the ocean—he never liked rain. And more to the point, this would be the relentless kind, one that will leave you chilled to the bone, and numb from its incessant pounding. How unfortunate. “From the looks of it...this’ll be quite a downpour. But it isn’t going to last very long. Perhaps, I could offer you some tea?” The subtle gaze that he offered as he lead the younger inside would have been enough of and indication that Leo /cared/ for her, no matter how ridiculous that may appear to be for someone he’d just met. But with Suhyun...things were much easier; he slips into words with such ease, such comfort. Perhaps it was the sense of belonging that he got from the latter, the idea that he could lower his walls down because it was /her/, Suhyun, who subconsciously reminds him of a little sister albeit this was mostly overshadowed by a strong sense of protection and kindness that he felt towards the younger.

“Any particular flavor?”

@jung taekwoon As the days went on, the game of pretense she had been playing had just leveled up… tenfold.

If in the past, all the pretending she had been doing was for the eyes that can scrutinize her and her boyfriend, nowadays, it was even worse - because they're now even pretending to /each other/. Even when they spend just a second with each other, she couldn't help but feel like her boyfriend was just faking with her - hell, she /knew extremely well/ that he was. It's just that the pretense they've been holding up has just become at least three times more obvious. Even if Sungjae acted like he cared, personally picking up her workload at the university's Media Research Center for her - notifying authorities regarding her delayed submissions, even - it still seemed so… fake.

And it wasn't like there were other factors that could have made it better. Even the // was pretentious, or at least the attempts at it. For the past how many days, she'd been refusing Sungjae's advances on her simply because she couldn't feel anything for him anymore. She understood that it was making her boyfriend both frustrated and even more disinterested - but of course, he would just understand her. Correction: /try/ to understand her.

Not to mention that in her dreams, it was a man with deep blue eyes and fair skin that was holding her close in an embrace that wakes her up every night because of how hard and fast her heart was beating.

Really, everything was already making her sick. So, when Sungjae told her that he would be leaving for a while to work on a project that his father asked his help with regarding their company, she let him go. She knew that he was just using that as an excuse to get laid without having even the slightest pinch of guilt about it - like always. Ultimately, that gave her the liberty to let both the melodious crashing of waves and the pristine sand once more make her feel like life was still worth living.

The sea was beautiful that day, and the sky a surreal image splashed with amber, gold, orange and coral. The breeze that blew from the sea almost felt like a caress to her face - a fantasy she had been associating to one particular man who she never really met ever since that fateful day.

The beach was beautiful, a stark contrast to the ugly hell that her reality was being to her.

Meeting him again, however, turned her world around in a single second.

Some say that water signifies attraction, a fluidity that serves as the only answer to the heat that drives man and woman to need for each other - and the moment their eyes met, Sooyoung couldn't help but find it true. Even as the sea breeze continued to blow, she couldn't really help herself from looking at this beautiful stranger. Her world once more seemingly stopped at the way her eyes met his, and the sound of the waves crashing to the shore became a backdrop to her wild heartbeats and suspended breathing. She couldn't help but tell herself.

He was the sea.

Those blue eyes… the image in her dreams still can never compare to the real thing. And as if it wasn't enough, hearing the stranger's voice for the first time reminded her of the waves. Calm, perhaps even soft and gentle - it was an evident contrast to his sharp features. She almost forgot what he told her, her gaze immediately traveling towards those lips that had her undone in a moment, but thankfully, her mind fit the pieces together in time.

"… Oh." Was the first word she spoke, turning her head downwards. "But, I… I'm not really going to do anything reckless." She said, motioning to a spot on the sand afterwards. "I just want to look at the horizon. If you want, I'll sit here, so you can make sure that I won't do anything that can put you in a tight spot." And just like that, she sat on the sand, hugging her knees, as well as the fabric of her sundress that covered other parts of her skin.

It didn't take one second as she stared out in the distance, and the moment her chin touched the top of her knees, for her first tear to fall.

@lee suhyun To some extent, Mr. Hyun's words contained a grain of truth in them: Sooyoung had been the best at virtually anything for way too many times for it to be exciting - so much so that she's actually happier if she was /not/ the top student for once. It had happened extremely rarely, but it does. There were still times that the people in school actually get reminded that Park Sooyoung (fondly called Joy by many of her fellow students as she comfortably carries smiles everyday) is still human.

Apparently, this time was /not/ one of those.

"Hey, Joy, I need your help!" One of their fellow students and vice president of the music club, Yoongi, had approached Sooyoung after she saw the list for herself and stepped back to let the others see the board - because they couldn't approach the board completely while she was there, always leaving space around her so she can stand comfortably (which she honestly found to be both weird and funny).

"Sure, what can I do for you?"

"The music club wants to start on the music production workshops next week, but the permit they've submitted to the school admin still hasn't been processed." He told her, and she nodded as she took his words in. "It's almost a month now since we've passed the permit slip, but they haven't returned it. Maybe you can help us?"

Beauty icon, honorary member of the student council, batch representative, top-ranking student, occasional glee club soloist, and now the guardian angel of the music club - Hana High /really/ adores Park Sooyoung. But it's not like she was greedy for all of these titles and responsibilities, she just wants to help others given the chance. And if you have power brought about by both money and exemplary grades, what's a nudge to the administration for a great music club's permits, right?

The female smiled. "Would you want your workshops to be done Friday evenings or Saturdays, full-day?"

Yoongi's smile and brightening expression in response was almost as blinding as the sun. "Saturdays. Damn, thanks, Joy! I hope you won't mind a mixtape by me and Namjoon as a thank-you gift?" He asked, only to meet Sooyoung's chuckles. "That would be awesome. Don't rush with the new mixtape though. I still haven't gotten over how amazing the last one you sent me was."

She had just laughed at the male's shrug and smug smile (and by good god did he just /wink/ at her?) as she bade him off when the rushed steps had gotten her attention.

Ah, Lee Suhyun - the only other person in this entire school who could probably have a shot of beating her in the grades game. Sooyoung never really saw her as a rival, in fact she never saw /anyone/ as, simply because she wasn't one who was competitive by nature. If anything, she competed with her own self. It's just that, apparently, even if she /does/ beat her own record she still was the best at it.

Really, it was exhausting and annoying just thinking about it.

The other female's words didn't escape her, and seeing how Suhyun was so optimistic and pumped up even if she wasn't first - Sooyoung couldn't help but chuckle at the drive that girl had. If only she had even /half/ of the motivation Suhyun had…

"Well, good morning." She greeted the fellow girl, her chuckles slowly reducing itself to smiles. "Hope I didn't disturb you, but roll call is over. Would you want me to just follow-up on Sir Kim's attendance record? You weren't too late anyways, he can still probably mark you as present."

@lee suhyun "Well would you look at that... I really did it," Ten mused at first, still befuddled at the success of the trick before a wave of satisfaction and pride fell upon on, causing him to visibly perk up. "Like whoa, hey, I really did it!" Mouth fixed into a wide smile, Ten watched for the sign of approval from the other, and upon receiving it, clapped his hands together in a fit of excitement with far more energy than what was needed though not like he cared; right now, being calm was nested far in the back of his mind.

Upon hearing the other's acknowledgement and being offered a hand, Ten clasped it, shaking it with joy at his newfound companion and teacher without even realizing the change in tone. "Nice to meet you Suhyun, you can call me Ten!" he introduced. Knowing that she would most likely give him a strange look or question the backstory of his nickname as everyone did, he quickly added, "My real name is Chittaphon but it's Thai and a lot of people can't pronounce it, so just calling me Ten is fine!"

He didn't even bother commenting on the "kid" part, mostly because the teenagers mind barely even registered the word due to his ecstatic state, and instead he began spouting out the storm of questions that had been bottled up until now. "How long have you been doing magic tricks? When did you start? How did you get so good? Do you have any other tricks to show me?" For Ten, this was the most exciting moment he had experienced in a while for the past months had been nothing but uneventful, particularly due to the fact that he spent most of his week at his university attending class, at home struggling to finish homework, or out with friends hanging out at the usual spots. The nineteen year old welcomed this opportunity with opened arms, and though he was certain that Suhyun would tell him to calm down and not understand the level of his excitement, he could do nothing to contain it.

@mark tuan Before Suhyun could even reply to the male's proposal, he was already shuffling the deck of cards. "Cheeky kid, he'll never get it," she thought to herself, nodding insincerely as he commenced his attempt at her magic trick. At this point, her eyes had already gone back to the dark hazy brown that they were originally―head cocked to the side with only a look of unamusement was left. Her arms were crossed and resting on her chest while she leaned on her left leg―looking as stuck up as one of those basic party girls that would hang around at her shows after their clubbing. So if anyone could read body language, they would see that Suhyun would not be having it from this guy.

She watched the typical shuffling, and though he was not as fluid and stumbled quite a bit―sure signs of beginner card shuffling―she was still a little impressed. He remembered the motions easily, showing Suhyun his good memory. But having a good memory was not enough, at least, not for this magic trick. Suhyun snickered at her own catty thoughts as she bit at her lip in an attempt to hide her smirk. If there was one thing she knew, it was that witches were better than mortals―and a witch she was.

Her eyes were trained on the boy as he recited her instructions. "Maybe I might be teasing him too much," she thought, starting to feel a little guilty as the boy attempted her magic trick. But she shook it off, not really caring about the repercussions.

"Hey, it's okay if you don't get it," Suhyun began, wanting to a little more. "Not everyone can be a magician," she continued, waving her hand as if to say "forget about it" like a star from the "Godfather". "So let's just sto―holy ." Suhyun stopped mid-sentence when she felt something pop into her waving hand. She opened the closed fist, revealing the infamous Jack of Hearts. Her jaw dropped straight to the ground, eyes widened to the size of plate saucers. "ing hell, you did it," she mumbled in defeat, eyes darting back and forth from the deck in his hands to the card in her own.

After a couple more seconds of her looking at her hands and his in utter despair, Suhyun cleared ―as if to regain any leftover confidence that had been shot through the heart by his successful execution of her MAGIC trick. "Well, it's obvious to me that you're a little different," she said in acknowledgement of his skills. "So, I guess I can take you on as my lackey. I'm Suhyun, it's nice to meet ya, kid." Suhyun offered an outstretched hand to the guy that was able to complete the magic trick with true sincerity―hoping to come off as less of a than before.

@lee suhyun Whatever had managed to convince the other, Ten did not question, instead beaming as a wave of anticipation flooded through his veins at the sign of approval. "I'll be your underling then," he proposed, nodding as the girl commenced the trick. As hands began to shuffle the deck, curious eyes observed attentively, widening when a mystical blue aura glimmered when the girl blew onto the deck. Because his attention was glued on the actions of her hands, he failed to see the color transformation of her eyes and was soon captivated when she shuffled the deck once more, allowing the cards to weave in and out of the air. When the trick ended with the Jack within his hands, Ten could not help but crack a wide grin. "Whoa... that was crazy," he said, clearly excited to test the trick on his own. "Can I try it now?"

Without waiting for any signal of confirmation, Ten swiftly retrieved the cards from the girl and mentally listed the instructions in order. He started with the first step of shuffling the cards and though his action was not as fluid as the girl's for she had far greater experience, he completed it smoothly. The following steps, he executed nearly perfectly and at the end, Ten shuffled the cards as instructed, watching them dance in the air. "Let the subject of the trick try and look for the jack, and voilà, the Jack is in your hand," Ten recited.

The teenager gestured towards the Jack of Hearts that, to his disbelief, was now in the hand of the girl. A bright smile immediately graced Ten's features when the fact settled; somehow, he had actually managed to successfully execute the magic trick on his first attempt. How he had done so was in truth beyond his understanding, but despite the odds, Ten beamed at the girl with wide eyes, awaiting her reaction.

@mark tuan "How dare he pick at my abilities. I am the incredible Lee Suhyun. I am the greatest!" she thought to herself, her blood beginning to boil. If there was one thing that she knew this kid was good at, it was getting her to do what he wanted. Despite her obvious attempts to say no to showing him the secret to her card trick. She did not want to be shown up by some random guy watching her side street show. Although she knew that her trick could not be recreated, she still wanted to show off. Blame her ego, but she was already pumped to kick this guy's dreams to the dirt.

"Fine, I'll teach you. But you're not gonna be my successor. I don't need one. I'll just never die," Suhyun proclaimed, taking out her deck of cards. Shoving the box in her leather jacket's right pocket, she started to shuffle the deck. The cards began to dance around her fingers, just like in the magic show, and somehow, the Jack of Hearts ended up in her right hand with the rest of the deck on the left. "First, put the card somewhere in the middle of the deck," she explained, placing the Jack somewhere in the middle of the stack of cards. "Then, tell the card to go where you want it to go," she continued, blowing on the deck―the air around the cards glowing the absolute slightest bit of a mystical blue.

Seeing the concentration in the guy's eyes as he watched her explain her magic trick made her smirk. "Haha, jokes on you, kid. You are never gonna be able to do my trick without real magic," she laughed internally. "Damn mortals," she thought to herself, her eyes turning colors from the dark brown to the same shade of mystical blue.

"Finally, do a little dancey dance with the cards," she shuffled the deck again with amazing dexterity, "let the subject of the trick try and look for the jack, and voilà, the Jack is in your hand." Suhyun gestured to his left hand with her eyes―her hands full with the fanned out deck of cards. And crazy enough, the Jack of Hearts was sitting in the grip of his left hand.

@lee suhyun Though he could not help but unconsciously tilt his head at the sound of the female calling him "kid", Ten brushed the name aside and instead focused on the words that followed, feeling slightly dejected at first before his determination got the better of him, urging him to push on. "Well let's just say that you do want to teach me," he chimed, a hint of mischief twinkling as the rays of the sunset reflected off his eyes at a particular angle. "How would we know that I wouldn't be able to handle it if we don't try, hm?"

Ten knew that his stubbornness and curiosity were getting the best of him again; his mother had always warned him that it would get him into trouble one day and considering that he was actually requesting how to learn tricks from a stranger he had just met less than half an hour ago, he could not admit that she was correct this time... but there was something about the concept of magic that was drawing him in. Whether it was the perplexing nature it held or the thought of babbling spectators and commanding the audience, bending them to his will and controlling their emotions, Ten did not exactly know, but what he was certain of was that he wanted to learn more.

Hoping to convince the other with his innocent and child-like appearance or his charmed words -- or maybe even both-- Ten presented the magician with a smile and a slight tilt of the head. "Plus, a great magician like you surely would need a successor," he chimed sweetly.

@jung taekwoon "Leo, huh," she thought to herself, liking the uniqueness of his name. Suhyun frowned internally when he hastily pulled his hand away, remaining quite distant. She realized that she wanted to feel his hand more―feel its bigger shape, its slight roughness, its warmth―and it upset her that he hadn't returned her smile. But she would never tell him that. She cursed herself for thinking such creepy things about a person she had just met. "You are not a , Miss Lee Suhyun," she reprimanded herself in her own mind, shaking the bad thoughts away as she smoothed out her summer uniform's skirt.

But she hoped that he hadn't caught her trembling when their hands met. Suhyun was feeling the slightest bit nervous in front of him, though she had no idea why. At school, Suhyun was not one to initiate conversation with the opposite gender unless she had to. Not because she feared boys, but she had always found it easiest to talk to girls. Guys made her feel somewhat uncomfortable, for she was too aware of them. Maybe it was the raging hormones of the infamous teenage years. She would never know.

Upon hearing his question, she shook her head. "I don't think we have. Though, you do look quite familiar to me, so maybe we have met before. It's not the first time I've come to this beach, but I'm not too sure if I've seen you somewhere before," Suhyun responded, trying not to blush at the realization of her needless rambling. Being nervous usually made her a chatty person. But his faint shows of awkward and anxious emotions made her feel a little more at ease. Maybe he was feeling a little nervous, too. Suhyun could not really tell―her people-reading skills a little lower than average.

His questions continued. Though at the mention of his next inquiry, her smile faultered just a little. "O-Oh," she stammered. "To be honest, I have no idea what I'm doing here." She tucked her hair behind her left ear and rubbed at her tattoo, turning to look at the midnight blue ocean to her right. "After walking for a while, I kind of just ended up here." Her voice grew softer as she recalled the fight that she just had with her brother. She knew that she was in the wrong, but she could never see eye to eye with him. Her frustrations made her itch for another cigarette―the feelings picking at her skin―but she was talking to a decent person, so she couldn't reach for a light out of common courtesy. Not when he's around.

"Thank you for your consideration, but I don't think I'm going home just yet. Not now, at least..." she trailed off, not bearing to look him in the eyes once more in fear of him seeing her shame.

@mark tuan At the closing of her show, Suhyun watched the spectators pass her by and scatter―smiling to herself while in thought. "Another great show, Su. Keep it up and we'll have more than enough to pay the rent!" she encouraged herself, patting herself on the back for a job well done. She picked up the top hat, retrieving the night's earnings, and cheered. "Damn, did I make a killing today," she mumbled in awe, swishing around the various coins and dollar bills as she thought about how much she truly loved money. But she was stopped in her train of thought as the boy in front of her complimented her.

Suhyun looked up from the top hat in her hands, hugging it to her chest, and grinned. "Thanks, kid. I'm glad you liked the show," she replied, her confidence and ego picking at the fact that the male standing before her was probably older. Though, she did not care. Manners were something that she was never really good at. And upon hearing his wish to learn her tricks, Suhyun scoffed―jabbing her nose towards the sky. "Haven't you heard that a magician never reveals her secrets? Sorry to burst your bubble, but even if I wanted to teach you, you probably wouldn't be able to handle it," she told him in a "matter-of-fact" kind of way.

She took pride in being able to do things that other normal people could not do. It made her feel even better than some ordinary person―it made her feel extraordinary. Putting aside her superiority complex, Suhyun liked the attention. Usually, the people that wanted to know how she did her tricks were children. But maybe that was what this boy was; a kid. Not that she hasn't already said that to his face. Though, upon another glance at his face, the boy was a little good looking, like herself. But, she would never tell him that.

@lee suhyun Ten watched as the spectacle occurred in front of his very eyes, from the very beginning in which the girl held up the card to the moment when the man pulled out said card from his pocket. The trick was truly a sight to behold and Ten could not help but feel a wave of awe as he found himself clapping amongst the crowd, still struggling to figure out how the magician had done what she had done.

As much of the audience surged forward to tip the young lady, Ten felt the urge to follow as well, and having money to spare for he came from a rather wealthy family, the teenager slipped out a few bills from his wallet before placing them gently into the top hat lying on the ground and retreating back to his original position. He then waited attentively for the next trick to arrive.

Time flew by as Ten immersed himself into the oracular ambience of the young lady and before he knew it, the sun had already started to set, the showing had arrived at a conclusion, and the crowd had begun to disperse. Despite this, the black-haired boy could not help but remain planted in his place, unable to find the will to leave; instead, an explainable force drew him forward and the next thing Ten knew, he had appeared in front of the mysterious girl. "Th... That was amazing," he breathed, the words escaping his lips before he could even think of stopping them. "Could you teach me how to do that?"

@mark tuan "Keep your eyes on the Jack," the young girl instructed the man in front of her, and the man could only nod subconsciously in return. The crowd listened intently―following a string of oohs and aahs. She could not help but bask in their amazement. This was what she lived for.

Almost as if they were alive, the cards danced around her dainty fingers while she shuffled with superhuman dexterity. The cards would go over her head, around her body, and through the air like birds in flight. The Jack of clubs would swing around, appearing at one end of the deck and then the other side in the time frame of half a second. Not even a trained sniper would be able to keep with her quick shuffling. So, of course the man who was the object of the card trick was not able to follow either, and that made Suhyun laugh.

In a swift twist of her wrist, she closed the deck. After turning them over so only that only the filigreed backs would show, Suhyun asked the man, "So, where is the Jack?" However, the man could not answer. "I have no idea," he replied in defeat, rubbing at the back of his neck. She smirked, pointed at the pocket of his button up, and directed "Check your pocket." The guy nodded, reached in, and―mysteriously―there it was. Everyone applauded and cheered at the magic trick, and Suhyun curtsied in return, earning herself a few more bills into her upside down top hat that was neatly placed beside her feet.

@lee suhyun Laughter filled the air as a group of college sophomores shuffled out from a popular ice cream parlour within town. Among them was a 19-year-old male by the name of Ten who, like his companions, was cheerfully chattering as the group slowly began to split, preparing to go off in their separate paths to return home. Not long afterwards when the farewells were said, and with a wave and a chime of goodbye, Plugging a single earbud in, Ten spun on his heels to commence his trek home, which was located half an hour away on the richer, more affluent side of the city.

The first half of his walk was uneventful. However, when he rounded a corner at a certain intersection, the teenager could not help but halt in his steps as his eyes fell on a curious sight: gathered on the other side of the street was a sizable and vocal crowd swarmed on the local plaza. Tilting his head slightly with interest, Ten took a few steps forward in hopes of achieving a better view but it was futile. Unable to resist the temptation, the college student glanced both directions before swiftly crossing the street and making his way to the plaza to join the crowd shortly, and with his thin frame, he weaved his way through the mass of people. It was then when he reached the front did he realize the cause of the commotion: in the center of the circle stood a girl no older than he was, performing what seemed to be magic tricks that, upon his arrival, roused everyone to amazement. Blinking, Ten leaned forward and awaited to see what the next trick would be, hoping to witness what had thrown everyone into astonishment.

@oh sehun Every touch, every word, every skip of the heart were just addictive to Baekhyun. He found himself completely lost in this new romance, completely wasted and his brain was unable to create reasons for this. His thoughts were blocked away and his feelings were at their highest point in Baekhyun’s life. He did not even think one second that this might be wrong, he did not think that he might not be good enough or that he might as well be fooled and heartbroken after this. All he did was purely out of feelings and will, out of pure attraction. He was pretty sure Sehun could easily tell how lost he was, how deeply involved he was and how he could not do anything else but enjoy. He obeyed like a small puppy to his master, and let Sehun take control of the situation, trembling under his soft touch and smiling watching his face so close and feeling his lips so soft against his skin. Baekhyun loved this addiction he quickly developed, he loved being touched by Sehun and loved to be his not only for tonight. Baekhyun’s intentions were not to have the boy one night and then leave, his intentions were to love him truly, because he already did, he was loving him without even realizing. It was incredible how in less than one day, Sehun flipped his life around and made his heart obeyed, obliged to beat just for him and Baekhyun could not hate this, he could not hate Sehun for making him fall so hard.

Baekhyun found sympathy towards the male that was trying hard to make this perfect, he was willing to make him feel good. Baekhyun did not want to be an egoist about this, he himself wanted to please the boy but maybe it was alright to let him take over tonight and please him. Baekhyun’s soft hands rested on both sides of the taller male, softly caressing the soft skin while smiling sweetly at him, sending him the message that this feels right and that he has nothing more to do to please him, because he is already doing a great job. As the boy leaned closer to him, he wrapped his tiny arms around his neck and held him close, exposing his neck and panting softly, letting just some soft moans escape his lips into Sehun’s ears. He did not want to be loud because he knows the walls are very thin and Sehun’s sister or mother might be able to hear them loving each other – he did not want to let the innocent women hear their love making. Plus, he wanted his moans to be only Sehun’s, only for Sehun to hear and enjoy. It was subtle and personal, Baekhyun loved intimacy and everything about this was intimate for him. His long fingers slid down Sehun’s back in a soft motion, feeling every corner of his skin and body.

At the slight pressure between his thighs, Baekhyun’s whole body tensed and a long but low moan escaped his lips, filling Sehun’s ear with that addictive tone. His body was already starting to sweat, crystal clear drops of sweat forming on his already wet forehead as Sehun started to move his magic finger inside, ing it in and out just how Baekhyun liked it. It was a long while since Baekhyun did such an intimate thing with someone and he almost forgot how it feels like, it almost hurt him but it was such a pleasurable pain he was taking like a hero. At the sound of the other’s insecure voice, Baekhyun smiled and pulled him closer, pecking his cheek as a form of incredible love and appreciation, caressing his hair softly. “It does not hurt me, it feels very good”, he said and was almost unable to finish his sentence as Sehun hit his sensitive spot, making him almost realizing a loud moan. Luckily, he was able to control the loudness of his moan and just moaned into Sehun’s ear, this time not holding back, hitching his moan at Sehun’s pace. It felt so good that he could not help it, his back arched and his hardened under Sehun. His small hands grabbed Sehun’s shoulders, wanting to push and pull at the same time, only managing to bring him closer so that their bodies will touch in that soft motion, Baekhyun wanted to feel Sehun’s body melt on his. “I…C-can you…”, Baekhyun tried to talk, but the motion was really stopping him from doing so, every word turning into a moan. “, you are incredible”, he let it slip without realizing, biting down on his lips and trying to control his voice. “Please…Sehun, please…”, his tin body started to tremble softly, wanting more. He wanted so much more than two fingers, he wanted the real deal, but he did not know how to ask for it. He really hoped Sehun understood his message. His body arched some more and his nails sank into Sehun’s skin softly as he started to pant and moan lowly, moving his body quite impatiently under Sehun’s.

@byun baekhyun At the sound of the soft breaths and moans that leave Baekhyun’s pink lips, Sehun can’t help but instantly become addicted. They are, without a doubt, the most beautiful thing he’s ever heard, and he knows in that moment that he wants to hear them again, even after tonight. Because this isn’t just a onetime thing to Sehun, he hasn’t gone into this thinking it would be either. He knows that they are doing this because they feel something… whatever that thing may be. They have feelings for each other, and while Sehun has no idea how deep those feelings go, he knows that he’s not doing this purely out of lust. He cares for Baekhyun, presumably a lot, and he hopes that it is returned, and he knows it is to some degree. And Sehun knows for sure that he wants to show it as much as he can. He wants to touch Baekhyun, hold him, kiss him, and just do things that are slightly out of character just to prove that his feelings aren’t extremely brief and simply because of the fact that they are so into the moment. In fact, he wants to do all that he can to make sure that after this Baekhyun won’t leave, that he’ll stay on the small farm, even if it they don’t have everything that the town does.

Sehun can’t help but watch with dark eyes as Baekhyun makes his way down his body, leaving teasing kisses here and there. He releases a strangled breath as the male starts to pull his pants off, exposing his to the cool air, causing it to twitch just a bit. He is a little nervous considering the fact that no one else has seen him like this before and he’s a little afraid of how he might measure up in Baekhyun’s eyes. He his lips slowly, gazing into Baekhyun’s eyes and doing his best to calm down. H knows the male will take care of him, but he’s sure that the male has had experience with other men whom have had just as much or even more experience. His breath hitches as Baekhyun’s hot breath ghosted along the sensitive tip of his , causing him to groan a bit. As the male’s lips brush against the tip, he can feel the precum starting to leak out at the mere excitement of someone else’s touch. He gazes down at the male in adoration as he hears his offer of what they can do and he can’t help but be a little flustered. He is, admittedly, afraid of releasing too early simply because it’s his first time but he has always imagined that his first time would be with someone else just as inexperienced as him. But nonetheless, he wants this to be fun for them both; he doesn’t want Baekhyun to feel like it’s a task.

“I want you to teach me how to make you feel good.”

Sehun breathes out as he takes sits up and runs a hand through his hair. He knows that he has all the time in the world to experience having Baekhyun’s mouth on him, but he doesn’t want to risk ruining his first time because of it. But rather, he doesn’t want to be idle the entire time. He grabs Baekhyun, pulling him back up to settle in his lap, hissing in pleasure as their leaking brush up against each other briefly. But nonetheless, he reaches over, lightly dipping his fingers in the crème that had been forgotten and trailing them down to the male’s . “I have to prep you.. right?” He breathes out hesitantly, lips ghosting along the male’s smooth jawline as he brushes one of his fingers along his puckered entrance, wanting to be sure he’s doing it right. He prods at it gently, until finally one of his digits slips inside and he’s almost shocked by the tight heat clenching around his finger. “Does… Does it hurt?” He asks carefully as he slowly starts to it in and out of the male at varying angles, doing his best to find the one that would be most pleasurable.

@lee suhyun He blinks, stares for a moment lost in the tumbleweeds of thoughts as he took a while to think back on everything, the last few glimpses of his visions now only leaving subtle spots in his eyes, a collective jumble of bits and pieces of memory he’d recalled slowly passing.

Leo returned her smile with a renewed warmth. She seemed to be confident enough to peek around the corners of his defences. He hadn’t lowered them, but it was easy to interact with her. It was rare to come across someone who was similar—familiar—enough to him to help him feel at ease in conversation. The lifeguard found himself easy to words. “Well it’s nice to meet you too, Suhyun.” He replied, “My name is Leo.” He watches her bow in reply to his hasty introduction and felt wholly inadequate, yet he reaches over, arm extending as he held it out towards the younger for a shake of hands. Leo waited a beat before repeating her name, “Suhyun. It’s—it’s good to be finally be able to address you,” and he murmured quietly. Her smile, he found, was a little infectious: a distraction its own right. He did not have the confidence to smile unabashedly in return, so he looked down at their hands and pulls away. Sometimes, he still surprises himself.

He was quite certain though, that she felt him trembling against her from the way his hand had clasped hers, sure that she heard the light hesitation in his voice when he next spoke, even if it borders on the subconscious. It didn’t last long, but if she saw anything—if at all—she didn’t speak about it.

“I’m sorry to ask of you but...is there any chance that we’ve met before? I don’t suppose—but perhaps, have we?” he supplies with a lacklustre shrug of broad shoulders, none too questioning in demeanor, pads of his nimble digits already starting to press to the back of his neck and rubbing lightly; a slight purse of his lips, softening of features as his gaze still remain in her, accompanied by a slight furrowing of the brows. “Ah... you don’t have to answer right away. I see a lot of people here everyday. I must have...mistaken you for someone else.” His reassurance is like slivers of water slipping through fingertips: /there and existent/ but hardly effective until it’s all falling onto him as a wave of realization. The impassive expression came again, remnants of a smile fading as he looks over the horizon, lit by moonlight. “If you don’t mind me asking again... what brought you here? It’s evening and it’ll be late soon, someone shouldn’t go around wandering by themselves. The beach may be great at night, but the weather won’t be considerate.” Nodding, Leo glances at her, though not a hint of insincerity bled into his voice.

Despite himself, it was a murmur that hung on his last strain of hesitation, questions, and maybe it was futile to remind the only person standing there with him but it had to be done. Suhyun was a force of nature. And beautiful of course. He wouldn’t be lying if he said he felt like he had to keep an eye on her.

@kim jonghyun "So you and write your day..every day to do something since your in there all the timee" he said to the other and rested his head on his should and took a deep breath and mumbled to himself "so you can remember your day...." he then looked at the other and watched the previews getting scared at a ghost one and hid his face
(it's cool we had a hurricane warning where I lived hehe)_