One wouldn't think the consumption of narcotics should in any way affect someone who's dead, which was also what Summer himself had theorized at first, only to have been proven deeply wrong when he had woken up on the side of the road the first time around. Now he was just happy to feel relatively normal in this way, getting drunk like any other person should his age, getting to cling to a handsome man whom he'd tried to swoon. "Oh yeah? Where are you taking me, pretty boy?" Arms slid around Dohun's neck, not with any strength as it was more of a stumble on the younger man's end as he leaned into the other. "I saw you watching me all night, I know I made a new fan outta you...my fans are all so hot." Lulled, slurred, slow words and yet a charming smile to the curl of full lips. Dead things are meant to stay dead, in a way Summer wouldn't even be too angry about getting offed again but that wasn't even on his mind.

Maybe Dohun can still save this. Certainly, this must be the best opportunity that he can get! Usually, his targets are much more secretive, especially when they figure out that there is something on. Dahun tries to be discreet about it… there is no need to alarm humans, but they are supernaturals for a reason. So this is basically as if given Summer’s future on a silver platter. And yet… all of his reasoning is thrown out the window when Summer stumbles and wraps his arms around him. Naturally, there is nothing else for Dohun to do but to wrap his arms around Summer’s waist in return. “Mhm, I saw you watching me too. Kinda surprised that you haven’t come to say hello sooner.” Or ran away sooner. For a moment, Dohun considered that he had been found out. A group of people walks past them, laughing loudly, and Dohun realizes that this is not exactly a discreet place. “How about you come to mine? You look like you cannot walk straight anyway. Does that sound like good kidnapping to you?” He chuckles, his hand running along Summer’s side.

jude did not really do much research into tattoos before he booked the session. something that he is now regretting because the placement he chose — right on his ribs — hurts so fucking much. “i’m not scared…” he trails off, his gaze flickering to the needle that is about to pierce through his skin again. well, maybe at the end of this he might as well be because this damn machine must have come straight from hell. “but if the professional says that it will help,” he actually does offer his hand, trying to play it off as if he is very calm and was not just gripping onto his shirt as hard as possible to keep himself still (which absolutely did not help.)

haneul laughs softly at the complaint, before shrugging. “i guess i was just born a romantic.” hardly — his parents were more business partners than they were a couple, but it didn’t stop the young man from pursuing love even in his now unfavourable circumstances. he didn't go out to seek it, but what's he supposed to do when it has captured his heart without knowing? all he knows is that he adores the smile blooming on art’s face and wants to keep it there — some people call this love, don’t they? “are you going to put me in jail?” he asks next, his grin unwavering. perhaps he should hold himself back, but he’s over the moon when art agrees to his reckless idea. but they can make this work, right? try their best to keep their little, precious bubble of joy. “oh, is that it?” he tilts his head, amused by art’s plan. “remind me again who was it that kissed me first in the closet?” he whispers, his lips still tingling from the earlier touch, the forbidden kiss that was a tremendous risk to take but they took it anyway. “got it.” he nods in agreement, happy to follow art’s every command. “sounds not too different from what we we’re already doing, then.” 

it is probably the silliest conversation that they have had to date, but art really does not mind in the slightest. It actually feels rather nice, as if they are simply just art and haneul, enjoying each other’s company, and there is nothing complicated that is tied to themselves. “of course. i take law very seriously,” he snickers because it couldn’t be farther from the truth. it is not like art does not respect the rules but… he likes to break them at the same time. maybe it really does make sense that he found himself in this little thing with haneul. “hey! it was…” he stammers off. “it was your fault! for being uhm-… for being so close to me! and being so handsome. maybe if you had something like a mask all over your face i would not want to kiss you all the time,” he grumbles under his breath because clearly it is haneul’s sole fault and he does not really get why the other doesn’t see it. he squeezes haneul’s hand, turning himself a little bit more in his seat so he can face haneul even better. “but i guess i can forgive you if you give me a kiss. or two,” he demands with the same little smile on his lips. and because he is not exactly patient enough to wait, he does lean closer to steal one himself. after all, art is more than used to going for things that he wants the most and not waiting until they are given to him. suddenly a little bit serious, art gulps down before giving haneul’s hand one more squeeze. “but if someone catches us… let me take the blame, okay?” art is more than sure that he can believably spin the story in haneul’s favor.

gunwoo shakes off the hands that are reaching out for him. it pains him to do so, because once upon a time he was the one fighting for haewon. but now they are on opposite sides, and the one that he is fighting is haewon himself. “you should never have gotten involved into this. i told you to stay away,” he frowns, taking a step back. he knows that someone will come pick haewon up, that he won’t stay alone for too long. but now he won’t be the one helping him out.

silently, haneul braces himself for whatever that’s about to come — of course, he’s hoping art would say yes, but if it’s a no that he receives, so be it. at least he won’t be tossing and turning all through the night, plagued by the maddening unsaid and the lingering what-ifs. all he knows now is that he doesn’t want to move forward keeping his affection in his chest, like a secret that doesn’t deserve to be heard. that he wants more and he doesn’t want to keep wondering whether art likes him the same way anymore. he didn’t know he’s holding a breath until art’s words relieve him from his doubts and he finally lets himself take the breath that he’s been too nervous to. a smile blooms on his face now, mirroring art’s. “maybe more reckless, too.” he admits, but there’s no sign of regret in his tone. he watches as art’s hand reaches to rest atop of his, before he entwines their fingers together, the smile on his face growing wider. “then we can be fools together.” haneul hums, before bringing their joined hands closer to him, until he can press a kiss on the back of art’s hand. “that doesn’t sound so bad, does it?” it’s stolen happiness, maybe, but there must be more to life than just enduring.

art tilts his head to the side, watching how haneul intertwines their fingers together, bringing their hands to his lips to press a kiss against the back of his. a fond smile blooms on his face, and his gaze flickers away for a sole moment. “who taught you to be this smooth? it should be illegal,” art complains, but instead of actually doing something about it, he just squeezes haneul’s hand a little bit tighter. he lets himself just grin stupidly at haneul for a few moments, just letting the feelings of excitement settle. soon after, he waves his index finger in front of haneul’s face. “okay but we need to be even more cautious. no kissing at all! cannot even look at me!” but he hates the idea as soon as it leaves his lips, and to be fair… he actually is not sure if he can do all of that! it was already difficult to really stay away when things were like they were, and even when there are more things at stake now, the thrill of it does not really fade away. just like the want of being close to haneul. “okay, i guess you can do all that. we can just find better spaces to hide at.”

“are you telling me that i’m wrong, though?” as far as haneul is aware, art isn’t denying the fact that he likes being in proximity with him so many hours a night. haneul was known more as the bright, goofy and sometimes arrogant soccer player back in the day, but his playfulness near vanished after the accident. yet, around the right people, glimpse of his past self come back. “i still think you belong more on the stage.” he smiles, “though i have no doubt you’d nail any role you’re given.” haneul has watched plenty of dancers come and go in a place like this, but art has a charm to him that shines like no one else’s. perhaps in another life, he’d have a bigger, better stage to showcase his talents, but unfortunately for the both of them, the reality is what it is. it doesn’t mean that they can’t still try to make the best out of the circumstances, though. “of course — would be cruel of me to say no when you’re asking so nicely.” he teases amidst the embrace, though the idea of a potential lesson comes off rather whimsical in his head. he’s not sure if either of them would be able to focus. “what do i get out of this, though?” he leans back slightly, just so there’s enough space for him to look into art’s beautiful eyes. “there’s no free lunch in this world, you know.” he’s merely joking, of course. he’d do anything art asks of him without the man even having to bat his eyelashes.

“shut up, stop knowing me so well! i need to be a little bit mysterious and cool,” art smacks him on his thigh, his hand staying there after and just enjoying their closeness. but the truth is, he doesn’t really deny that haneul is right. because he does like spending time with him. and he would be sad if they couldn’t spend time together. he drums with his fingers on top of haneul’s thigh before absentmindedly drawing some patterns on it with his index and middle finger. “hey! didn’t you just say that you cannot say no to me? seems like you are taking it back, though. and really quickly,” he puffs out his lower lip, pretending to be sad about it. but the expression disappears as quickly as it bloomed on his face. “mhm… i guess i need to make it worth your time,” art continues, his fingers still tracing patterns on haneul’s thigh. he thinks about it for a moment, wondering what he could even offer to the other man, other than things that he has already given to him rather freely. it is difficult to do so when there is not much to his person in the first place, well, at least he thinks so about himself. “i cannot really offer to cook for you, unless your heart screams for microwave rice,” he hums, still thinking about it rather seriously. “i can teach you something too!” he exclaims, his eyes shining as very amusing idea comes to his mind. “do you wanna learn how to dance?”

dohun does not have a single idea why he is even doing this. at first, it started as a simple mission — familiarize himself with his target, find the perfect moment, and eradicate. and yet, when the perfect moment was basically given to him as if on a silver platter, dohun finds himself unable to do anything. “who said that i am going to help you?” and yet he is the one who wrapped his arm around summer’s to help him stay upright when he stumbled. “maybe i am the one who came to kidnap you….” every single part of him is screming at him to finish his mission, and yet his brain is completely empty.

“you really mean that?” yaya’s gaze snaps to qian, a surprise written all over her face. some of these things look really expensive, not something that yaya would buy for herself. it looks pretty though, and yaya is more than sure that qian would look even more lovely in it. but to be fair, she would probably look pretty in everything, even this particular piece of clothing is not really her color. yaya lets her fingers run along satin scarf that is laying on the bed not that far from her.

she hums, twirling it around her fingers. “you know, in the worst case, you could sell some of this? maybe that could be some extra cash.” and extra cash is never exactly a bad thing. a moment passes, and yaya stands up, going closer to qian, leaning against the table with her hip. “maybe i should buy you something too. but it would be very cute though,” she says, her tone playful.

reaching out, she gently pokes qian in her cheek, ruining her make-up a little bit. “maybe a cuter headband. with ears. panda ears! you would be a cute panda,” she exclaims with a little bit more energy, wanting to see qian smile.