"Yeah, You're Right. I Could Have." Doyun Didn't Say Should Have. Despite Knowing She Was In The Wrong,

"Yeah, you're right. I could have." Doyun didn't say should have. Despite knowing she was in the wrong, it was hard for her to apologize -- there was a irritation in her voice even though it was her fault she'd run late. "The agency contacted me and say they could sign me this week. I couldn't leave...I'm--" Sorry. The word was on the tip of her tongue, yet she couldn't get it out. Doyun sighed, feeling the tears start to burn the corners of her eyes. Relationships shouldn't be about hurting each other and she knew that's exactly what she was doing.

"I am sorry, Minjun," she whispered, looking at the ground instead of at her boyfriend. "Could we -- could we just go home and try to move on?"

muse: choi minjun ‘mj’, bartender/paranormal youtuber, 26 open to: m / f / nb plot: couples on rocky ground? could be a famous/non-famous pairing

“you  could’ve  just  told  me  if  you  knew  you  couldn’t  make  it.” 

"I have to go," she sighed, glancing up towards the direction where their blanket was and were her guards were probably waiting for her. Ari stood up, moving to throw away her trash, but stopped when she noticed how Hyunwoo's expression changed when he spoke.

She pitied him. Really. If there was ever a day where she wanted to walk away from her family and do something on her own, her father would give her some money and a hug and let her leave. She chose to stay because she wanted to, even if sometimes she didn't care for the work. Ari reached out and touched Hyunwoo's arm. "Hey. Give yourself some credit. I know you have this cool spoiled boy attitude about you, but you're actually smart. You can do something else if you tried and worked for it."

 waiting  before  he  could  answer,  not  wanting  to  interrupt  the  call  she  had  got.  feeling  blood  run  cold  at  the  question  though,  hyunwoo  hated  the  idea  of  needing  to  take  over  the  business.  even  having  hard  time  trying  to  hide  the  fact  that  he  hated  hearing  it.  lips  pressing  into  a  thin  line,  sighing  out.  ❛  honestly  ?  i  don't  even  want  to  know.  i  have  already  seen  enough  from  my  dad's  end  how  things  go,  i  wish  i  could  say  no  ..  but  i'm  the  only  son,  so.  i  can't  really  complain.  ❜  shaking  his  head  as  he  sips  the  coffee  in  one  go,  feeling  a  brainfreeze  hitting  ;  hand  up  and  pressed  against  the  side  of  his  head.  ❛  does  that  mean  you  have  to  go  ?  ❜

No. Sorom was about to have a panic attack. She'd never owned a car before, or driven longer than a month -- she almost had a heart attack when the engine light came on.

"I'm fine," she told the mechanic, breathless, searching for her car. She was about to return it immediately and go back to taking the bus again. Seemed a lot more simple than this. "Um...what's the total?"

"  [  .  .  .  ]  you  ran  out  before  i  could  tell  you  the  total.  "  the  mechanic  called  from  the  other  side  of  the  vehicle.  running  the  towel  across  the  chrome  before  standing  to  his  full  height.  "  you  rushed  out  of  here  pretty  quick,  is  everything  okay?  "  haneul  wiped  any  excess  fluid  from  his  hands  then  tossing  the  same  towel  over  his  shoulder.

"No drink. Thank you."

Kasumi politely refused the offer. She didn't want that invitation. It had been almost a full year since her husband died and getting the courage to actually leave her home was hard enough. Speaking to strangers was even worse. She didn't want to be rude. She tried to smile, though it came out forced and uncomfortable. Not that they were pushy -- they actually seemed quite nice. She just wasn't used to smiling anymore.

@hellsdogs // starter from Kasumi

"Do you really need more than 5 minutes to establish a date with someone?" Kimi asked, rushed to try and get ready before she'd be late. She walked right over Jace's legs to grab her phone sitting on the table. "I barely have time to sleep, so having a date is almost impossible. I'm not wasting any time."

a starter for @anexthetxc.

　　"So let me get this straight — you agreed to go on a date with this guy after like five minutes of talking to him? On a dating app?" He rolled his eyes, scrolling through his phone idly as his roommate continued to prepare for their date later that evening. "I don't trust him."

"No. You don't need to, you're still young, you -- you have a whole life where things can change for the better." Amara didn't know who she was talking to at this point, trying to convince herself of the same thing. Because honestly, she was terrified of what she was considering for herself.

Of going from a semi stable job (that she hated) to being a full time hitman for a gang. Where was the stability in that? And where would the stability be should something ever happen to her; if something did happen, then what would happen to Sky where she couldn't protect him.

She set down the last file she'd been working on and put her hand between his shoulders, gently rubbing his back in the calming touch she could. Watching him stress over something like this had to be so awful, especially when there was so much weight in his future. Amara had to guide him to stand up so they could face each other properly, her hand hovering over his cheek before she gave up and pressed a tender kiss to the developing bruise over his jaw like she'd done earlier.

He'd promised her not even an hour earlier that they'd be ok and she believed him. "Talk me through it," she said. "What's going to happen if you do decide to stay and do this, or if you were to walk away."

Hands shifted around papers in the near silence of his office, and reached over thankfully for a sorted stack....only to pause at that quest, lingering in the air. Lips parted, but his brain had no words to supply them just yet. And in the silence? He swore the mark of his cheek hurt just a little more.

"I...." Still wordless still useless, lips closed with a thick swallow as both hands pressed once more against the polished red-brown wood, and as the silence lingered, his head hung between broad shoulders. Eyes pressed closed for a handful of seconds, gaze lingering on the stacks of papers before them when they opened again.

"I need to..." Lightly glossed lips finally parted, voice low and quiet with every gently weighted word, head giving a single, idle shake. "Even if I didn't then... I've given up and lost... so much.. Too much to not at least see this through.. Otherwise so much of that..." Lips pressed closed again, a hand lifting, feeling idly over the sort spot on his jaw. "All of this it... It would've all been for almost nothing.."