ㅤᴅᴏᴏʀ ⋮ B14

@❛ yuko a。 The little ’s been in his apartment for far more than he can count, he’s given up at this point because he’s come to terms with the fact that she was some sort of leech. (Figuratively and physically speaking) “Couldn’t care less.” Actually, not having a smoke was probably the reason why he was getting crankier by the second but he’s got too much pride to admit that. Carefully he watches her little ministrations, slender fingertips ghosting over his own before pulling away to his dress shirt.



As tempting as her proposition was, he was positive he had no medical supplies in his apartment (except for the few odd disney princess bandaids he received after a lecture from his cousin) so he ends up responding inaudibly with something along the lines of ‘don’t have.’ His hands slowly making their way down the curves of her waist, seeking relief from her warmth in contrast to his cold palms. “Scared someone’ll see?”

@❛ mingyu k。 Her arms crossed as her foot tapped on his doormat, waiting for him to open the door. He always did eventually. Her lips spread in a thin smile, her eyes reflecting the fluorescent lighting of his apartment as the door swung open to his lackluster attitude. Yuko stepped into his apartment despite his unwelcome demeanor, her fingers tucking her hair behind her ear as he spat insults to her. "You don't sound okay," She observed as his words lacked that bite that lured her to him.

Gently, she pushed the door closed behind her, pulling his hand toward her as she reached to brush her fingers over his cuts. "I guess you didn't go out for a smoke." Her eyebrows furrowed as she released the breath in her lungs, pulling his arm over her head to check his hands and arms for matching wounds and she shook her head. "I'll take my shirt off if you give me your emergency kit," Yuko negotiated as if he were a kid who required a bit of rated bargain to do as told, "Make sure that your windows are closed."

@❛ yuko a。 As expected, Mingyu’s hands were bloodied, his body freshly wounded and the scowl on his face didn’t seem to go away. On the contrary, he wasn’t prepared for Yuko to be near his apartment this late at night. Sure he’s an for choosing to ignore her the second he opened but what business did she have with his private affairs, although he’d be lying if he said she wasn’t a good , if anything she was the complete opposite but he’s not looking for anyone more than that. Feelings, emotions, they’re all uselessly unnecessary and he wanted nothing to do with them. Yuko meant nothing to him and he’s praying she felt the same way.

‘Are got okay? You look hurt.’ He’s heard that all too many times, just walk away and pretend she never existed but there he is, contemplating on whether or not he should open up for her. “What— do you want.” He snaps as he flings his door open again, glaring down at the dainty figure in front of him. Of course she appears again, can’t seem to leave him alone for one day. Before he allows her to answer, he continues, “You’re a ing pest, you do realise that?” Tone lacking the aggression he normally possessed, though it comes across as more of a statement than a question. He didn’t have the energy to deal with her right now so why does she continuously crave for his unreciprocated attention. Yuko was something else, any sane human being would’ve walked away and accepted defeat but he knows that if he doesn’t let her in, there’s no way she’ll leave. The very thought sparks the start of a numbing headache creeping up from the back of his head, it was gonna be a long night.

@❛ mingyu k。 His eyes would gloss over her as if she didn't exist. That's what she liked about him. She'd greet him with a hello through the halls of the complex, but he'd continue walking as if he didn't hear her. Even when she'd go to the bar, he'd ignore her as he entertained other customers. She could stand right in front of him and he wouldn't bat an eye. That's how little he thought of Yuko and it's what made him so appealing to her. The more he ignored her, the more she paid attention to him. The way that he towered over her while walking past by her in the halls, the stench of cigarettes on hoodie that masked his musty after gym smell, the little tattoo that peeked out on the left side of his neck, the way his eyes would be void of any emotion when he was off the clock. She began to notice every little detail about him.

Noticing the sound of his footsteps, Yuko turned around to greet him. "Out for a smoke?" She asked, only to be immediately ignored, per usual. Her lips curled in a smile as this routine amused her, though it immediately dropped as her eyes widened to the fresh cuts on his face. It seemed the bleeding had stopped, but Yuko couldn't shake off the feeling of concern as this wasn't the first time she'd seen him with injuries like this. He walked past by Yuko, disappearing into his apartment door right behind her, and she just couldn't help herself from sticking her nose in his business, tapping on his door with a firm knock. "Are you okay?" She called out, "You look hurt."