They probably have a little not nothing when it comes to interaction yet he knows that whatever happens, she’s one of those who he could count on and it would be the same thing on his part. It was never easy to have a conversation with her, he could say that they might really be husband and wife when it comes to little things, basically because of their petty fights. Either way, he’s sure that he wouldn’t want his life to be without her, he almost had a perfect life and having her made it so much better.

Suho scribbles something on a yellow paper, he brought a book from a bookstore which she would surely love; the true tale of the little mermaid in which she sacrificed too much on the Prince that she isn’t bound to be with. He hopes she likes it, ‘cause it reminds him of her, all of her. “Queen.” he knocks on her apartment door, peering over the window with a soft smile planted on his lips yet alas, after ten minutes of waiting, she still isn’t answering. So he places the book down with a stem of pink rose, the same smile planted across his lips, pressing the sticky pad on top of it.

“Happy Valentines, Queen. Stop sulking, okay? A frown doesn’t suit your beautiful face.”

_{The morning was gone, and so was Aster and the good mood she had always managed to set upon the mermaid. Somehow, looking at the heart-shaped ring that lied between her fingers only seemed to get her worse, getting a feeling to grow inside of her. She knew that feeling well. God forbid her to start getting these thoughts again, or just one day of isolation wouldn’t be enough and she might go crazy - or worse, mute - again.}

_{There wasn’t a quite right way to make it all go away to her, but she had learned over the years that water was the trick. Her best shot was to take a long and hot bath, hoping that the bubbles would calm her down, or gag her - though she was pretty sure none of these would work out well.}

_{And thoughts were enough to come reality - and that was a sure thing when she stepped out of the bathroom, quickly wrapping a robe around herself before going to take the door, not even bothering to let out the usual “I’m going, just a minute please!”; instead of those, grumbles were the only thing leaving her lips until she stepped outside, only to be greeted with no one.}

_{A louder grumble, more like a curse in her native language, left her mouth and her leg went forward, kicking the air - but no, air was not what her feet meet. It was a book, a pink flower on top of it catching her attention and making an eyebrow raise in curiosity, and carefully, she crouched down to take the gift but everything seemed to stop once she read the title.}

_{The Little Mermaid by Hans Christian Andersen.}

_{Her eyes seemed to want to pop out of their socks, becoming larger than usually, almost two big balls with delicate greenish tints on the center, only focused on the golden words at the cover. Was this a fucking joke? Her orbs rolled against the place, to one quarter to the other and then back to the cover.There was no one to be seen, but this couldn’t just have appeared out of nowhere. And the odds of the Adversary to have localized her and her real identity and loyalty were too vague, too rare– but on a day like this, how could it be only an coincidence?}

_{She only uncurled her fingers, already with white and hard knuckles, from the books’s sides when once again her fingers fell at the cover and at the sticky note hidden beneath the flower and her eyes lost the focus. If she wasn’t holding herself at the door’s knob, there was no way she wouldn’t have succumbed to her body weight and fallen, right on her butt.}

_{Why him, why, why why.}

_{“Forbandede Helvede.” Soojung muttered, standing up after some minutes of silence and returning to inside her apartment, and to its coziness, feeling quite colder than sometime as she threw the book at some part of the room she hoped she’d never find again.}

_{And God, she’d need another bath, a very long one (And hopefully, just hopefully, her skin would fall off as she was at it).}

myveon:

“Probably that or maybe I can just grab some cheesecake with you, like usual?” he asks, taking her arm to wrap around his as he starts walking around the corner, leaving the previous statement behind and ought to start a new topic to discuss with her, a small smile tucking across his lips. “How was your sleep last night, you told me that you’ve been having nightmares, what kind, exactly? Maybe I can try and help facing it out?”

“Then again, you know I’m not much fan of sweets and all, so maybe next time? Or well, you’re one of the sweets I can actually tolerate.” he muses, turning a glimpse in her direction with a grin as he brings a hand forward to ruffle her hair.

_{“Cheesecake? I thought we were going to have ice cream.” She frowns, leaning her head forward to look at his face, her hands were already sneaking from his back to circle his waist, pulling him in a kind of back hug - but even before she could do anything, his arm were now on hers and she was walking beside him, the frown now slowly fading.}

_{She let him hold her as he wished - as always - and only hummed lowly as he spoke, just trying to recall herself an old song she wasn’t sure it had been taught her by her mother or her grandmother long ago.}

_{The rhythm ended up being lost when he mentioned the previous nights, and her canine met her bottom lip for a while, munching and chewing on the skin, and on the thoughts she couldn’t stop from getting and mixing with the song - wasn’t it all about the same thing? He couldn’t know of any, that was what she knew.}

_{Letting go of her lip, she emitted a small noise that sounded like a hum as she shook her head, the sweetest smile she could produce already taking place proudly on her reddish lips; lies weren’t her forte, but oh, how she was good at changing subjects. “Mhm, I’m fine, dear. They’ve gotten better, isn’t dreamless nights better? But still exhausting. A little fish told me your sleeping schedule isn’t one of the best ones right now too, hm?”}

_{“…But I can see well, not even sleepless nights can stop your cheesiness, isn’t that so?” She turned her head at him, lifting her chin and not letting the smile fail - only grow, a little more natural now - as well as the pink on her cheeks, fighting with her paleness. “People will end up thinking you’re related to me if you keep doing this, geez."} 

myveon:

Her attitude sometimes make him wonder if he did something wrong, but then again it’s her; his Queen and usually, whenever they’re together he’s always the one who obliges to her request and not the other way around, unless she feels like it. Not that he’s trying to make things worse, but it’s rather an opinion from him to her. “Sssst. Hey, no bad words in my Kingdom.” he states, bringing a hand over to flick her nose, and clicks his tongue soon after. “Anyway, come on. We should grab some food because your king is really hungry, unless you want me to eat you, hm?”

_{She lifts her gaze to his with confusion, eyebrows furrowed for a little while. Were these too much of bad words? It wasn’t like she hasn’t heard him saying worse– But the case was closed and the subject was buried, and she didn’t dare to touch it again; his words were enough thought his last statement brings an honest, child-like surprise to cover her delicate features. “Eat me?” And the thought was far beyond horrible, because how she knew fish tasted awfully, worse without the fins.}

_{“Gross.” It’s the word that can summon up how it was pictured in her head, and with a shook of it, the red-haired places her hand on his back, starting to push him to the nearest ice cream shop she had knowledge of. “You need to eat something sweeter to keep you up all day, don’t you know? Pfft.”}

myveon:

He brings a hand over to poke the rim of his glasses to push it back up, it was sliding against the tip of his nose which was irritating and he somehow find it awkward to see her staring at him in that kind of manner— was there something on his face, or she just couldn’t admit that she can’t take his eyes off him and his handsome state? “I’m going to pay and you know that, I won’t let you pay for anything, Queen.” he muses, a hand ruffling her hair before gently tucking some strands behind her ear. 

_{As his gaze appeared to be a bothered kind of one, the mermaid couldn’t stop but take her eyes from his, moving them to somewhere else, anywhere - just enough for her to blink for a few times. Maybe she just shouldn’t be so bossy around him, even if it was him.}

_{That being her decision for the time, she didn’t dare to look at him, not even when he showed off an habit of his he hated - the maximum she did as he ruffled her hair was to flick her eyes up at him in a glare, but not for long, because soon he was trying to fix his own mess and she was trying to help him the best she could, smoothing down the wild locks and was like this that the words left her lips, distractedly and as a murmur. “Stubborn little prick.”}

myveon:

“I know you do, but that doesn’t mean you can walk out on me like that.” he muses, lower lip jutted out to a small pout as he stares at here for a moment or two before reaching to tuck some hair away from her face, tugging it behind her ear. His brown hues proceed on gazing down her soft pair of eyes after, poking her nose by the tip of his finger. “I don’t know, what do you want to eat? I mean, I can settle with mint ice cream but I doubt that you like that—most people don’t live it." 

_{When girls pouted, they looked stupid, so much stupid Soojung was never a fan of doing so - there were exceptions, yes, but she never judged herself as one - but with boys it was different. Especially if they were baby-faced as her "husband”, and the most of an annoyed expression she could put on was a frown. This time, was a laugh, that came out from between her lips low and short before she could turn it into a snort, followed by a shake of her crimson covered head. Quickly, but softly, pushing his hand off and away from her face, her own lifting to point at his nose in the most bossy way she could, without bursting in a laugh around him. “You’re inviting, you pick the flavor. But I have the topping. And we’re sharing the expenses. How does that sounds, do we have a deal?”}

“Quee—” he didn’t even finished what he was about to say as he was interrupted by the chaste kiss on his nose, cheeks cuffed by her palms. His thin lips pursed into a straight line, a hand gently rubbing the back of his head while looking at her; ah, what could he do. She’s still his queen, how could he let her go like that. “Hey.” he peers over her shoulder, swiftly taking a step to be near her and takes her hand in the process. “Don’t go, want some ice cream?”

_{The childish grin that covers her lips as she leaves him is soon wiped away and faded into a rather confused expression as she feels his cold hand reaching for hers, and pulling her to stop from walking. She does so, and turns around to face him, tilting her head a little. “I just wanted to give you a goodnight kiss though.” The red-haired girl voices out her thoughts - around him it was never a problem, anyways.But the option given to her was tempting, more tempting than just the kiss, but he didn’t need to know that. At least she hoped her face wouldn’t give it away, though. “…What kind of ice cream are we talking about?”}

⟨ ➞ Sneakers : Suho & Soojung ⟩

myveon:

It wasn’t really new to him to see people wandering around the streets at night; if there’s one thing that he learned from living in this world is that people—mostly young people party hard, out in the open where they could live free without any of their parents’ consent. It wasn’t new to him to know that some of those people are partially depressed and all, but what he couldn’t quite grasp is the idea of having people worry about a certain individual because of their behavior, a thing that he possibly wouldn’t learn until he fall on that same situation as them.

As soon as he glances down to her, his eyes caught her figure; short, slim and thin, typical Korean girl yet her hair was something that he never would have thought, he’d see. It was red, very crimson and to the color that somehow matches his own but his was fake, since it wasn’t too long ago that he managed to get himself a treatment but hers was kind of, in a way, real but she wasn’t Caucasian, nor a European for that manner that he could call her a ginger, not that it was racial type of thing or stereotyping her. She seem lost, though—in her thoughts and in her own words since he could barely read her mind; there was some kind of barrier that prevents him from doing so but by the look in her innocent eyes, he could tell that she was lying.

“I won’t hurt you.” he muses, taking a step forward as he points to the vending machine behind her. Suho manages to walk there as he takes his coat off, silently thanking himself since he took two jackets along the way; he wasn’t sure why he needed it since he’s a cold hearted beast but nonetheless, she looks like she needs some kind of warmth and he’s willing to give it to her.

As soon as he grabbed two cans of coffee, one caramel flavored for her and a bitter pure black for him, Suho slips himself next to her on the bench she was sitting, carefully placing the jacket down to her side and places the can on top of it, not wanting her to feel very uncomfortable for such stranger to begin being kind to her and all but it was his nature to do so, so he couldn’t exactly help himself. “I think you need refreshment, you seem to have gone hell and back. The jacket is for you, feel free to use it. I took that off earlier from the laundry so it’s still fresh and all—don’t worry about the smell.” it was when he states his last phrase that he sees her feet, pale yet burning as if screaming for help. “I’m not sure what happened, but did you get into some kind of trouble?”

_{A scoff almost left her lips as he spoke, obviously noticing how she was looking at him, eyes wrinkling a little in worry. Like this, almost glaring at this male, Soojung almost felt like a Mundane – worried about normal mundane things, about a stranger approaching her and muttering that wouldn’t hurt her, even if she knew even someone that would hurt her would say so.}

_{Her eyes follow his movements carefully, and she feels herself frown as his finger points to something behind her, and slowly she turns around to face a vending machine – something she hadn’t even noticed until the stranger appeared. But how would she if she was too busy getting away from that party? (Which surely should be re-named because torture sounded so much better.)}

_{Lifting a hand out of habit to rub at the back of her neck, the red-haired quietly scooted away from the machine as the guy approached it, and turned her gaze to somewhere else. Faster than she had been able to put it on, the strong façade fell and she felt her suspiciousness fading and being replaced by the previous tiredness.}

_{Everywhere was a bed if you tried hard enough – that should be Soojung’s theme phrase for sure, if she was still thinking of leaning back on the bench even with that male around; if sleeping was one of her strong points, being suspicious over something wasn’t. Instead, she grew curious and turned her head to look at him, some feet away from him.}

_{His profile seemed to be delicate – even though everyone seemed to have doll-like features at this time of the night – and he had red hair as well, for her surprise. It didn’t seem to be a natural one, but it was still crimson and the mermaid tilted her head back, staring at him by the corner of her eyes; eyes only leaving him when he stepped closer to her once again. In his hands there were two cans – coffee she noticed – and she tried her best to not seem to be staring at him just two seconds ago when he sat next to her.}

_{Gazing flicking down to the clothes between them, eyes slightly widen in surprise – how long has it been since she had been graced with kindness in this part of the town? Even among her friends, perfect proof of selfishness; but now this guy, the guy she was worried about just some minutes ago was offering her warmness.}

_{Gladly, and not waiting for him to finish his sentence, she takes the jacket and takes it to cover her legs; it was a bit of a bummer that it wasn’t long enough for her feet as well, but it should be enough for now, and no complaints leaves her lips and she bobs her head in a quiet, but thankful bow in his direction.}

_{Then she lifts her eyes to face him at his question, eyebrows furrowed together in confusion at this odd stranger worrying about her. It surely wasn’t normal. Soojung parts her lips to say something, but noticing it would probably sound rude, she just shakes her head and finally takes the can he had left for her, wrapping her pale fingers around the still warm object.}

_{It takes her at least a minute before she looks at him again, finally with the right words at the tip of her tongue; not rude enough, just in the right measure to fulfill her curiosity, and his. “I could ask you the same since I don’t see many people around.” She mutters, poking at the floor with the tip of her toes as her fingers deal with opening the beverage. “I got lost.” The mermaid adds as reply to his answer, the truth after all.}