@✾ ⋰ yunjin h. "the core?" he whispered, pressing a kiss to her forehead out of nothing more than habit. as though he was used to touching her this way. like second nature. perhaps he had done it before, done it without thinking, and had only now become aware of his actions. he was affectionate with her—had always been more affectionate with her than the other pearls he had been with. but then again, everything he had done with her had been different. the way he spoke to her. the way he touched her. the way he embraced her to him as if she was a delicate flower, whose petals were to break if he were to squeeze her just the tiniest bit harder. the way he /chose/ to spend time with her, when he valued his solitude. it was odd, truly. like a dream he could not even begin to decipher. "explain it to me, baby," he whispered into her hair, where he pressed another kiss. "tell me what you found so far."
@✻ ⋰ junhui w. “odd, yes,” she parrots with a bit of uncertainty, “but not in a bad way. i find that i quite like it, actually— the things you make me feel.” she begins smiling to herself again then, draping herself over his chest as he situates himself comfortable on the couch. “it's like... finding a new hobby that's far more engaging than a puzzle, the discoveries i make along the way also far more rewarding, too.” with her cheek pressed on the crisp fabric of his shirt, the smell of his cologne— as well as his natural scent— filling her senses, she hums, fingers drumming on his chest. ”and i've yet found the core.”
@✾ ⋰ yunjin h. although he knew that her questions were more playful than they were accusatory, junhui could not help but think. what exactly had he done that led them to be in this position, with her missing him and he, who was well past the point of exhaustion, insisting on making the trip to this establishment, just to see her for five minutes? what had they done to make each other long for the other's comfort, that felt uncomfortably uncharacteristic, and yet they welcomed it with open arms because, surprisingly, missing someone felt /good/. like excitement felt good. was that what it was? excitement? giddiness? the feeling of looking forward to something? junhui hadn't felt that in years. it felt foreign, really. strange, yet he yearned for it like his body yearned for fresh air. he realized he liked that feeling, looking into yunjin's large, chocolate eyes. yes. he liked it a lot. "i feel that way, too," he whispered, kissing her lips once more before leaning back against the couch. "odd, isn't it?"
@✻ ⋰ junhui w. “it feels so far away,” she counters with a heaved sigh, “the longer i don't see you, the more annoyed i get the entire day. why is that? what did you do to me?” the accusations bears no heat, only confusion as to how she's starting to feel the clinginess that she hadn't felt for another— the kind of desperation to be around him at all times or else she'll end up driving herself crazy. as someone who also preferred to be emotionally detached to everyone around her, junhui had managed to change all that in a span of weeks, this new side that she's discovering right now leaving her confounded sometimes. and, as her own fervid need of keeping him in her arms bleeds through the kiss they share, she's sure that this is not simply a call of flesh anymore. it was deeper than adoration. worse than obsession. it was suffocating to the point that he's the only thing keeping her alive and she doesn't know how she'll be able to go on if he's gone.
@✾ ⋰ yunjin h. "No one likes the idea of working, princess," he responded almost immediately, a soft, amused smile curling upon her lips as her embrace around him became tighter. Perhaps a little more possessive, too, but he did not mind it. He embraced her just as tight, pulling her as close to his strong frame as much as he possibly could. "We will spend time together at the end of this week," he reminded her, although he shared her sentiment. He could not wait that long, either, but it couldn't be helped. "But I'll stay. At least for a little bit longer. You need to sleep, though. Look at you. You're so tired." He sighed, reaching up to brush a flaming lock of hair away from her face. Then, at her request, he leaned in to kiss her forehead, then her nose, then, finally, her lips, where he lingered a little longer, making his own desire to feel her lips against his more clear.
@✻ ⋰ junhui w. “i suddenly don't like the idea of working,” she comments without missing a beat, arms coiling tighter around him again. she really doesn't want to see him leave, so far away from her that she can't see him. and she doesn't want to work; not when the client she'd be bedding much later is someone that isn't him. “i didn't get to spend that much time with you yet,” she adds with a pout, lower lip jutting out. it's the same tactic she would use on her dad when she wants something that she's not allowed to have; and most of the time, it worked. surely, junhui wouldn't fail her. “i need more kisses than that. i'm sure you do, too.”
@✾ ⋰ yunjin h. Her little whines of protest had him smiling helplessly, his eyes sparkling with amusement and adoration. It was against his nature to be express this much happiness, but really, he simply could not help himself. And so he leaned in to press a tender kiss upon her forehead, and then another upon her lips, which he had missed for much longer than he liked. "Hello, beautiful," he greeted with a hushed voice, as if he was exchanging secrets. And perhaps he was, because he knew that it was against policy for a Pearl to fall for someone. But, eh. To hell with policies. It was not like he ever followed rules, anyway. "I will stay for a little bit. But I am tired and I have work tomorrow. And I'm assuming you do, too."
@✻ ⋰ junhui w. “—nyoooo.” along that word, her arms tighten around his form, sleepiness beginning to wane at the idea of seeing him leave, yet again, when they've barely exchanged words. forcing her eyes open, she tilts her head back to take a proper look at him again, thankful that the room isn't as bright like it had been earlier. “you can't leave just yet.” then, she stares, the familiar sight of his face making her heart ache with so much adoration that her smile turns dopey. “hey there, hot stuff.”
@✾ ⋰ yunjin h. "Clearly," he sarcastically remarked with an amused laugh. He quieted a moment after, his entire frame and expression melting at the sight of her, his eyes remaining on her features as he watched her fight sleep, plush lips barely moving as she tried her best to convince him that she was not tired. But it was painfully clear that she was, which pulled at the frozen strings of his heart. "You need sleep, sweet girl," he murmured, brushing a few loose strands of hair away from her face with gentle fingers. "I can come again tomorrow."
@✻ ⋰ junhui w. “m'fine” she counters petulantly, nose burying on the front of his shirt while her arms wind around his middle. “not that tired,” she adds much later, the words drawn out because, even as she argues with him about it, his scent and his warmth lulls her back into sleep, so comforted by it that her own bed couldn't even compare— her tired, puffy eyes shutting close again. “...five minutes. just... give me— five...”
@✾ ⋰ yunjin h. No matter how strong his instinct was to reject the strange, fluttering sensation in his chest, he simply couldn't, was it not foreign for someone who convinced himself that his heart was ice cold. How could he not acknowledge it, when the corners of his lips tugged ever so slightly, eyes sparkling with fondness for the girl who had chosen him out of the many people that were volumes better than him? When he had driven all the way here to see her, if only for a few minutes, even though he was exhausted? No, he simply could not ignore that feeling. Whatever that feeling was. "You're tired," he murmured, scooping her up in his arms to tuck her smaller body against his chest. "You need rest."
@✻ ⋰ junhui w. she doesn't realize she's fallen asleep until he wakes her from it, eyes peeling open with reluctance that she ended up whining when all she saw was splotches of color, head swimming and neck aching from the position she'd been in, before she succumbed to slumber. with a mutter under her breath, she shifts, fingers interlacing with his so she could tug him closer to her, missing his warmth and missing the sight of his face, up-close. “—made you w't long? i didn't know i fell asleep.”
Her hands are folded beneath her suit jacket, a few buttons popped off the crisp white top of her work shirt which she's rolled up to her elbows, further down her silhouette a tailored pencil skirt snug on her petite frame. her eyes glisten with curiosity as her head pivots from one side to another to take in the sights, caution in her step the further she steps into the lounge. but one thing is certain, contrary to her aimless curiosity, there's a hidden determination behind her gaze. "Hmm..seems quiet tonight. I wonder if it usually is this time around."-" I must be early."
@✾ ⋰ yunjin h. He arrived no longer then ten minutes since his last message, as he was already on the way when he sent it. He checked in, then headed straight for the lounge, instantly spotting her fire-red hair from a distance. As he drew closer, he realized that her eyes were shut. His gaze softened, then, and for a moment, he stood right in front of her and stared, taking in the sight of her and committing it to memory—how tired she was, how she was still willing to meet him despite it. Resolving not to prolong this brief meeting for her sake, he carefully sat down next to her and took her hand, placing a gentle kiss upon her knuckles to wake her.
@✻ ⋰ junhui w. right after sending her last message to him, yunjin makes herself comfortable in the loveseat that she's picked in the lounge; it offered far more privacy than most of what the room offered. it is also by luck that there isn't much people to disturb her, if she decides to take a nap. with legs stretched out and draped over the armrest, she rests her head on one of the cushions, eyes fluttering close— not to sleep but to rest them for a bit until his arrival.
@✻ ⋰ ten l. Her narrowed only slightly when her gaze shifting to now occupied seat across from her, “Hm,” her lips pursed, “You could say that,” An eyebrow quirked, recognition spiking as her eyes scanned his features. “Perhaps you shall,” She answered, a lithe leg crossing over the other, “They call me Yume,” She told him, using her club alias, leaning forward to place her now empty glass on the low table between them.
@✻ ⋰ momo h. "Tough day, miss?" His voice cuts in softly, him across from her with his own drink in hand and his body relaxed as it leans back against the sofa he's seated on. To be honest, he'd been keeping a cruious eye on her for the past few minutes. Not just because he found her beautiful, but something about her seemed oddly familiar and he couldn't quite place it yet. "Shall I order you another drink?" he offers, taking a sip of his own and looking to her expectantly.
@✻ ⋰ ten l. A martini balanced precariously between her fingers as Momo leaned into the into the plush leather of her armchair. A sigh passed between her lips, jher fingers pressing into her temples in attempt to sooth the dull ache that had slowly set in after a long day.
@✻ ⋰ yeosang k. “Hmm.. while you look so pretty saying it, Sir isn’t the right name for me,” Jungkook says, not unkindly, pressing a chaste kiss to the tip of Yeosangs nose. “Come with me, baby, let me take you somewhere more private, let’s have some fun, yeah?” Jungkook runs his hand down Yeosangs arm, taking the other males hand within his and tugging him out of the booth.
[] Gonna pspsps you in the room JK takes Yeosang too; may be his private but I’m gonna sus if rn real quick!
he hadn’t even realized that his eyes were watching her lips as she spoke as the brim of the mug in his hand pressed upon his lower lip. “ah, so you draw? drawings inspired from this vibe, hmmmm…” he’s grinning with curiosity, finding himself wanting to know more. “well, that depends on how you may wish to spend time with me. if you give me an idea of what you may wish to do, i could give you a better answer.”
A chuckle hums its way past her lips as well, forgetting for a moment they were the only two there. "Honestly, it's more so the vibe, and uh... sometimes the people and what they do at any given moment. I like to draw inspiration from life..." It wasn't a clever excuse by any means, but she couldn't think of any other way to skirt around the reasons she comes here on a regular basis. "That aside—" she speaks again, hoping he didn't have enough time to really think over her response, "how much would it cost to 'spend some time' with you exactly?"
“Inspiration, huh?” an eyebrow perks as a look of bemusement covers his face and he takes another sip of his coffee, only to look around the lobby with a chuckle. “i have to ask what you find inspiration for from here? that’s quite interesting.” he thinks out loud without a second thought, looking back at her with a simper. “you are welcome to spend some time with me, if you’d like.”
