chanmi.

             he welcomes her into his arms. it was such a contrast to when she was in the hospital && could barely bring up the strength to curl up to him. he would lie if he were to say that he didn’t fear for her life back then. wondering if she could beat it && would come back to him. it’s why he tightens the hold he has on her, wanting her close, wanting to feel her warmth ( that what he loved so much ). “ you worry too much about me, baby. give yourself some rest, okay ? ” he knows she won’t listen to him, she never did when it came to caring about him. soft chuckles escape lips when tiers that weren’t his own were placing soft kisses upon the warm surface. over && over again. “ mhmm ----- i think i’ll be back home before dark and if walking around the neighbourhood is what you want, then that’s what we will do.” because for her, he would do anything. “ now, why don’t you sit over there and warm up and eat first. the boys and i will finish this and then join you okay ? ”

yeongsu.

                  an almost childish whine escapes from pink lips though the fact he actually placed hand upon her own does manage to ease some of the stubborn outburst that was sure to come. of course she knew he could heal ! of course she knew he would be just fine ! but that didn’t stop her from worrying. it never would. why couldn’t he get that ? “ just because you’re an almighty demon lord or whatever and can walk around while almost bleeding to death ----. ” she was exaggerating a bit. maybe a bit too much. “ -- doesn’t mean i can’t worry. that’s what happens when people care about someone. they worry. ” bottom lip is jutted out into a pout && only intensifying when he dares to mention school of all things. “ i don’t have any morning classes so i’ll be fine. just tell me what happened. was it one of those creatures that followed us that one day ? ”

chiwon.

               as soon as his fingers, carefully, lace with her own does clyde lift up gaze from their conjoined hands. though the bags underneath her eyes were all too visible && chapped lips were pulled into a faint smile, the odd sensation of happiness did course through her body. he was like the alcohol she consumed on a daily basis, the pills she endlessly swallowed down her throat. a high she never wanted to come down from. “ yes ----- butterflies. i don’t understand why but it’s a well accepted from of expression here.” head is dipped low, pale blond bangs fall across eyes && successfully hide their happiness. “ i am glad you...... get to experience this. and to think it’s because of me. i am happy. -- how do you express your affections there then ? is it more ----- rough ? distant ? ” 

chanmi.

           surprise is weaved within the expression upon his face as the doors from the backroom in hana’s store open. the stacks of guns in the corner only but a glimpse of the illegal activities that went on here. the fact that chanmi so easily came barging through ( only a testament of how hana began to like her enough to allow her to pass through ). some of the men he was with exchanging knowing glances towards one another. “ chanmi ....” removing himself from the table filled with the weaponry does he swiftly move towards her, arms resting gently upon small shoulders, halting her from further movement. “ this is what do you first ? after you get released from that prison ? you exhaust yourself by making us all lunch ? what to do with you really --.” even so does he place a gentle kiss upon her forehead. 

yeongsu.

           his words do nothing to ease the worry in her heart ( not when he was hurt like so ). lithe fingers fumble with the wet cloth that was by now stained with his blood -- crimson red it was. gaze is cast downwards when he gently pats her head and it’s so hard not to burst in tears right there && then. “ you’re still hurt -- no matter if it’s a flesh wound or not. you’re hurt....” voice softens to nothing but a whisper.  lifting one hand does she cup his cheek, warm fingers gently stroke the skin. “ i will always worry for you, yeongsu.” he was all she had left.

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yeongsu.

          she remains huddled behind him as if she were but a scared (little) child. all too easy to disappear behind his broad frame. unspoken words dance upon the tip of her tongue and flicker behind chestnut brown tinted hues. throughout the years she’d learned how to understand yeongsu’s body language && he didn’t even need to tell her for her to know that they were in danger (she was. he would survive just fine). nod is barely visible, only noticeable by the way honey-brown locks bounced ever so slightly, shifting across forehead.  ❝o--kay.❞ hand is unwilling to let go of his sleeve, pressing small figure against his side the moment he starts walking. by now hearing them ----- ragged breathing, shuffling steps (demons. demons all around).  ❝i can hear them --.❞

sowon.

           he feels sort of accomplished when her reply is a positive one. it makes grin upon face stretch even further, eyes squinting into crescent moons (sparking brightly with a teasing glint). wesley can still feel his cheeks burning but they don’t burn as much anymore (heart beat calming down when it seemed he finally got his self under control). leaning over the table, elbows upon the wooden surface, hands placed over another, he offers her a would-be wink. he needed to up his game that’s for sure. ❝likewise, sowon. and of course, feel free to do so. not anyone can but you got yourself a free ticket to call me whatever you want. that’s what being cute gets you.❞ it’s hard to keep his expression from breaking apart ; which happens soft laughter bubbling up. ❝that was too cringy. i could feel that in my bones---.❞ words are cut off by the harsh ‘shhhh-ing’ of one of the librarians, which only makes him laugh harder (but also standing up to bow slightly to show he was sorry). sneaking a glance at sowon (this time winking successfully).       

omi.

          a gentle squeeze was given before kitae removed arms from the other, pulling back entirely so he could walk around the couch once more. however this time he plops next down to omi. in his eyes the male didn’t have to explain it (at least not in that much detail). smile eases back upon his face though, hand extended to carefully pick up one of the designs omi had drawn upon paper. using other hand to hold on to it, the boy allows eyes to gaze upon it. intricate details, yet not colored, but he was certain that the moment these designs would be transferred to clothes you could touch that they would be great. ❝i understand ---- do you mind me holding it like this though ? never mind, i can put it back.❞ he does so before omi can actually answer, returning to the stack of papers. ❝i’ll ask next time, okay ? can i just say though that i like everything i have seen so far. you’ll be going places and then i will be able to say: i knew this kid before all this, saw his stuff while he drew it.❞ cheery as ever even if deep down he couldn’t help but wonder if that day would ever come, if he would still be stuck here. having accomplished nothing. living his life in an endless loop. that thought alone makes smile drop ever so slight (but he’s quick to try and hide it).   

yoona.

         a startled sound escapes cherry lips when arms, so carefully, wrap around her form. though she easily falls back into the comfort that is provided. especially because it comes from her best friend. she can’t help the giggles that roll from tiers when yoona refers to her as her girlfriend. their friendship unique (deepest platonic love she’s ever had for someone aside from her brother). ❝mhmm. aren’t i the luckiest girl ? having you to keep me warm whenever.❞ putting action to her words does she tilt head back to be able to look up at the much taller girl (smile bright, cheeks rosy red).