Realistic or Modern -- 𝗱𝗼𝗻'𝘁 𝗹𝗲𝘁 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝗱𝗶𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗴

[weldherwings]

don't let love die young

don't let love die young

don't let love die young

don't let love die young

weldherwings x reveriee

 

[weldherwings]

CH:1

whine n dine

 

[weldherwings]

skylar lee

mood | ugh. im so boooooored!

outfit | click here

location | Chimek Grill BBQ

tag | reveriee

It had been one heck of a night, that was for sure.

Poor little Alby fell over and smacked his head against the corner of the side table, splitting his head in the process. His Umma went into complete panic mode. She gathered all the towels in the house and practically smothered the poor child with them. Skylar, who stood by on the sideline, had to keep reminding his Umma that head wounds usually gushed out blood and that there probably wasn’t anything to worry about unless you could see the bone.

Well, once she moved the towel away, there was the bone.

Shit.

She told the eldest children to look after the youngest ones and ordered Skylar to be on the register machine downstairs for the night while she scooped up the youngest twin and raced off to the hospital with him. Well, there went his night of attempting to have some fun. He had planned on trying to create a new app on his phone that would log in all the different public toilet locations he had ever been to and give them a rating out of five stars; essentially, a yelp review for toilets. You might think he was crazy, but when you suffer from lactose intolerance and love ice-cream as much as he did, toilets are essential.

Sitting at the register, he allowed a heavy sigh to slip past his lips as he gazed around the restaurant. It was practically dead. Maybe two or three customers were in at the moment, taking their time with the Korean BBQ meals. Thankfully, he had asked his Appa if he could grab his laptop (to which he said yes to) so he could continue working on the app. So, with his laptop in front of him, he leant forward and kept his eyes on the javascript coding that was appearing before his very eyes.

He had only started creating his app two days ago, and he was already on the fast track of completing it. While others might take months or even years to perfect their apps, this was a walk in the part for Skylar. If anything, he was just doing this for fun. He was really waiting for something much more exciting to pop up and come his way. I mean, last month he managed to take down a whole software company’s account by hacking into it. It wasn’t just any software company though. He wasn’t one to just go around and steal money from good people.

The company in question had a CEO who was recently charged with rape and child molestation. Now, to Skylar, he thought that that CEO didn’t deserve the money that he created. Or the business that he had started. Especially when the court only gave him six months of jail time. So, he dedicated his week to take down the evil cooperation and donated the money towards a nearby women’s shelter. The trick to it all was to never keep all the money that you get. Maybe keep like… five per cent of it. The other ninety-five per cent, you give to people who need it far more than you ever will.

Pressing the enter key on his laptop, watching the code save and then start to generate a preview, Skylar leant back into his chair and released a sigh of relief. Thank God his laptop wasn’t going to crash again. Placing his hands on top of his head, interlocking his fingers, his eyes lazily drifted across the room. Man, he was craving for something new and exciting to happen.

coded by weldherwings.

 

[reveriee]

yoshie sai

MOOD
— let's get down to business . . . why are we entertaining this?

OUTFIT
— white top, blue jeans, red lip

LOCATION
— Chimek Grill BBQ

TAGS
— weldherwings

At precisely 7:39 PM, Yoshie had received a text from Lee Jungho -- one of her colleagues, perhaps. His message, as usual, was succinctly ominous -- a comical contrast to his running mouth that never seemed to tire.

Jungho had dropped by with a, We need to talk. Meet up at Chimek Grill BBQ at 8:20., and never returned, leaving Yoshie's questions of, why are we eating this late and since when did you start liking the restaurant I always frequent unanswered, and her single dry statement of don't try to act all cool and mysterious -- we know you just want to eat, unacknowledged. Despite his consistently serious texting style, Jungho was one of the more childish members of the syndicate by far.

Yoshie walked into the familiar Korean restaurant, easily finding her colleagues sitting at a pair of tables that had clearly been pushed together. The four of them were gathered near the window, but they were also not too far from the cashier. Yoshie silently sat down in the seat reserved for her, her back facing the cash register.

"Why are we so close to the staff?" she asked plainly, seamlessly slipping into Japanese. "We're supposed to be having an important discussion."

Jungho barked out a sharp laugh, the sound drawing the attention of the few other patrons in the restaurant. Yoshie sighed -- Jungho was always way too loud.

"It's fine, Yoshie-kun," he said, in Japanese as well. "This is a Korean restaurant -- they speak Korean, not Japanese."

Yoshie gave him a deadpan look. "We're Koreans who are speaking Japanese." As street-smart as Jungho was, he had the frustrating habit of lacking common sense.

Jungho waved her off. "That's different. We're --"

"Shut up," a cacophonous chorus of low voices from around the group interjected.

Jungho grinned with fake innocence. "I was gonna say that we're ethnic Koreans from Japan."

"He's right," Seungwon -- the youngest, at twenty-three -- piped up.

"Shall we get started instead of yapping about nothing?" Hiroshi -- the serious one, like Yoshie, but more outspoken -- said amusedly.

"Let's order first before we begin," Yoshie responded, staring at the menu even though she always ordered the same thing. "Who's buying?"

Seungwon and Jungho immediately started squabbling about who was going to pay the bill -- Seungwon, the youngest, or Jungho, the one who made everyone come to the restaurant in the first place. Yoshie found it amusing -- back in Japan, everyone would have been flabbergasted to see a group of people trying to avoid paying the bill instead of volunteering for it.

After ordering what was probably way too much meat for the party of six -- it had been decided that the bill would be equally split between Jungho and Seungwon -- Hiroshi called the group to attention, resting his chin on his clasped hands in a contemplative manner. Although Jungho was the one to summon everyone to the restaurant, Hiroshi was definitely the ringleader. He was one of the higher-ups and was the one to select who to communicate precious information to. For some indistinguishable reason, Yoshie, Jungho, Seungwon, and Yudai were chosen this time. Yoshie was fairly respected within the group herself -- as the daughter of a very important man, she had knowledge that others didn't. She could understand why she was let in on certain details, but Yoshie didn't know what allowed the other three the same attention.

"We need to get into the New York branch's database," Hiroshi said immediately. His words garnered very little response.

"Did anything in particular prompt this?" Yoshie asked drily; as members of the 4K Syndicate, everyone sitting at the table had some beef with the New York branch of the Yamaguchi-gumi. Regardless, it wasn't like anyone -- Hiroshi especially -- to suggest a direct attack without an instigating incident.

Hiroshi cleared his throat, and the six of them all leaned forward to listen to his whispered words. "We've been hacked," Hiroshi said quietly. "Not all of our money is gone, but a fairly large portion of it has been stolen. Around thirty percent."

Everyone around the table immediately broke out into murmurs. Thirty percent was way too much for comfort.

"How do we know this is the New York branch?" Yoshie asked. "It could've been anyone."

"Yoshie-san, don't forget about the conflict we recently got into with them," Yudai spoke up for the first time that evening. "That was the first time they got to us. We were only a mystery until then."

"Yeah, don't remind me," Jungho muttered. It was true -- the syndicate used to be a mere whisper in the wind. They were a rumor at most -- until the recent run-in.

"Regardless," Hiroshi said. "Even if the hacking wasn't by them, we have a lot of other reasons to go after them." Everyone around the table nodded in agreement.

"That's fair," Yoshie conceded. "But it's pointless -- we can't even get into their servers. Their security is too strong."

"Hire someone," Seungwon suggested, before pausing dramatically and lowering his voice ominously. "Have you guys heard of . . . S7ven?"

Jungho clapped Seungwon on the back, the latter swinging forward from the force. "Funny joke, kid! Of course, we do. Everyone knows him."

"Let's get him to do it for us then."

The whole table chuckled at Seungwon's ridiculous notion. "First of all, no one knows who he is," Yoshie reasoned. "Secondly, he doesn't work for anyone. That's basically his whole reputation -- besides the Robin Hood business."

"Hey, I'm on Seungwonnie's side," Yudai said, casually resting his arm on Seungwon's shoulders. He swiveled his gaze towards Yoshie. "Are you suggesting that we aren't capable of learning his identity and getting him to do this for us?"

Yoshie narrowed her eyes. "Yes."

Yudai looked at her dumbly, clearly not expecting such a blunt response. Jungho laughed, leaning over to smack Yudai on the back as well. "Come on, Yudai-kun, you should know by now that Yoshie-kun doesn't mince her words."

"How would we track him down anyway?" Yoshie asked monotonously. "Through the internet?"

Yudai leaned back in his seat, muttering, "okay, okay, you got me."

"All right," Hiroshi interjected. "Let's put that task on the back-burner -- if someone does manage to make a miracle happen and recruit S7ven, then we'll move forward with that objective."

"Say, if someone did manage to do it," Seungwon began slyly, "would they, perhaps . . . get an award?"

"Let's not entertain that now," Yoshie interjected. Seungwon leaned back in his seat, pouting; it was a wonder that he was in organized crime.

"Now that we got that idealistic prospect out of the way," Yoshie continued. "How do you suggest that we, you know, fix the finance issue?"

coded by weldherwings.

 

[weldherwings]

skylar lee

mood | so today is the day they i die, hey?

outfit | click here

location | Chimek Grill BBQ

tag | reveriee

Skylar’s eyes stayed glue onto the computer screen, a resting bitch face upon his features as he stood there with his hands on his head and staring at the screen. In fact, he had been so focused on the screen that he almost didn’t notice that there had been a new customer to enter the store. The girl had walked through, looking at the tables. “Oh,” he said, startled, dropping his arms to his side. The girl looked… Korean? So, instead of speaking in English, he automatically went to Korean. “Welcome” he called out, giving her respectful bow…

And then she just went ahead and walked straight over to the table with a group of men.

Did… did she not hear him? Or… had she ignored him? With a curious brow, he looked over at the group from where he stood. And that’s when he heard something familiar; Japanese. Oh. Oh. Was she Japanese? Damn, he could’ve sworn she was Korean. He was about to mentally punch himself in the face when he realised something. Why are we so close to the staff? We’re supposed to be having an important discussion. Wait. Wait. Were they some shady ass people? Trying to do some dirty work in his family establishment? Hah, not today, Satans.

Skylar watched carefully as his Appa made his way over to the party of people and took their orders. He was on high alert now. Sure, his Appa didn’t speak Japanese, so he probably had no idea what they would be talking about. But if they were here to talk about important business, and were stating that the staff wouldn’t be able to translate, then you know that it’s some shifty stuff going on.

Looking back at his screen once more, he noticed how the code before him had finished loading and was in the process of showing a preview upon his screen. While his eyes connected with his screen and his fingers continued to tap away on his laptop, his mind was focused on the group of chatting people just nearby. Then they said something that made his fingers stop typing. It grabbed his attention completely; but he didn’t want it to show, so he tried his darn hardest to keep his eyes on the screen.

They were talking about databases. Databases were Skylar’s thing. He could get in and out of one before anyone could detect him. By the time someone would realise that he was there, he was already long gone and dragged everything he needed and wanted out with him. Like this one database, he hacked into recently. He couldn’t remember the name of the group – it had a number and letter in it – but the stupid password was an anime character’s name. Who the hell would be that stupid, seriously?

Continuing to listening in on the conversation, Skylar took hold of his water bottle seated upon the table next to his laptop. Unscrewing the cap, he brought the bottle to his lips to take a sip and – Have you guys heard of… S7even?. Automatically, the water decided to go down the wrong hole and Skylar practically spat his water all over his laptop. Jesus Christ. Don’t be suspicious! He chanted to himself over and over again, pretending that he was just having your normal coughing fit by patting his chest lightly. His Appa even made his way over to ask if he was okay, providing him with a tea towel to wipe his laptop with.

Thanking his Appa for the towel, he quickly cleaned up the water before it could cause any damage to his beloved laptop. As he frantically wiped it down, his Appa then asked him if he could bring a platter to the table as they had ordered so much. Oh, God. He didn’t want to. He really didn’t want to. Gulping slightly, Skylar slowly nodded before taking the two trays of meat from his Appa. With each step he took towards the group, he could feel his face flame up. Stop looking so suspicious and guilty, and they’ll never think it’s you he said to himself – before also reminding himself to speak in English to them as he stood before the group

“I have your bulgogi meat and-”

But before he could even finish the sentence, the platter in his left hand slipped ever so slightly and the said bulgogi meat went sliding off the plate… and right into the lap of the young female. Skylar’s eyes widened in fear. Oh, dear Lord. What happened to not being suspicious?!

coded by weldherwings.

 

[reveriee]

yoshie sai

MOOD
— dear lord, who is this server? at least tell me i'm getting compensation

OUTFIT
— white top, blue jeans, red lip

LOCATION
— Chimek Grill BBQ

TAGS
— weldherwings

"I have your bulgogi meat and --"

The entire table hushed to a complete, ominous silence as the plate in the server's left hand tilted, dropping the meat right into Yoshie's lap. No one dared to say a word, nor did anyone even think to laugh; the four men around the table had stared, wide-eyed at Yoshie, before turning their stony glares to the server. It was in these moments when Yoshie saw the respect her coworkers had for her. The thing about the 4K Syndicate was that Yoshie was never looked down for her gender, origins, or anything that didn't matter; all she had to do was prove her worth, and people would look up to her.

Do not be that person, Yoshie chanted to herself, her blank face exposing no emotion. Do not be a Karen. As annoyed as Yoshie was at the moment -- her jeans were a light wash, expensive, and possibly permanently stained -- she made it a point to keep her composure. She was not one to expose many of her internal thoughts -- even when storm clouds of emotion swirled within her, Yoshie's demeanor was always of clear blue skies and the occasional wispy white cloud.

Yoshie turned calmly towards the server, before commenting, her tone still blank. "I believe this warrants a discount." Yoshie did not want to demand any compensation outright, but she certainly expected it. Hopefully, the server and the management would be able to step up and take responsibility on their own volition. She could tell that the others around the table -- especially Jungho and Seungwon -- were hoping for that as well. An absurdly large, and therefore, expensive, meal for free? Sounds like a dream.

"There's no shame being just a cashier," Yoshie continued, her tone light, and hopefully, uninsulting. She had noticed the server standing behind the cash register when she walked in, and had heard him speak to her, but ignored it in favor of joining her group. They already had a seat reserved for her, anyway. "Perhaps you would be better suited for that job instead.

"Would you mind getting me a washcloth?" Yoshie's expression remained carefully blank, despite the uncomfortable feeling of meat juice seeping through her pants. Her face resembled that of a marble statue -- perfectly smooth and sculpted, with her careful application of makeup, and completely free of expression, be it positive or negative.

"Hey, you ruined her jeans," Yudai interjected bluntly, glaring apathetically at the waiter. Besides Yoshie, he had the best English, with Seungwon coming in as a close second. It was implied that Yoshie would speak for the group in situations where they had to speak English, but Yudai was her unspoken replacement. "It would be nice to at least offer to pay for dry cleaning, if not for another pair." Yudai leaned back in his seat after his short speech, leaving the rest of the table murmuring lowly in agreement.

Yoshie hummed quietly. "That would be appreciated," she agreed, only a thin trail of annoyance in her voice. "But firstly, I'd like to get this meat off of me."

Dear lord, let me get out of this situation.

coded by weldherwings.

 

[weldherwings]

skylar lee

mood | you've gotta be kidding me, right?!

outfit | click here

location | Chimek Grill BBQ

tag | reveriee

His mouth remained hung open like fish, and his eyes wide as he felt like he had literally just seen his whole life flash before his eyes. Skylar was well known in his household to get into all sorts of problems like this. Heck, he was quite the troublesome child in school, always getting detention and getting up to mischief. The only reason he was never expelled was that his grades brought the school’s average up. Had he been kicked out, they would lose some of their entitlements.

And you know what – he was planning on giving them a discount and he had been planning on apologising to the girl. However, the way she spoke to him… there was just something about it. There was a chill to her words that felt like she was just having a good old time taunting him. Like he wasn’t smart enough to realise that she was belittling him. If he had the choice, he would’ve kicked out the whole group from just the way they had been communicating before. His parents didn’t like gangs coming and getting comfortable in the shop. All he would have to tell his Appa was all the things the group had been chatting about and he would demand them to leave. And you know what – he was going to do exactly that.

As the girl asked him for a washcloth, and then one of the men interjected that he should at least offer to pay for dry cleaning or a new pair, Skylar went to open his mouth, prepared to give them a low down on how to speak to people. He had it all planned in his head. How dare you speak to someone like that. Did you not see that it was an accident? I didn’t intentionally come and pour meat on her for the hell of it. Technically, I should’ve kicked you all out the moment you sat down and started to talk. Coming in here to try and talk about recruiting hackers and all this other shady business. I should report you all to the police!

“Ah! I am so sorry!”

His Appa came racing over, a damp washcloth in his hands and offering it to the young girl. “Ah, please,” his Appa continued to speak with his broken English, bowing respectfully towards the girl. “Please forgive ah… Tonight’s meal – on the house. And my son. He will pay for new jeans.”

Skylar’s eyes widened as if his father had just announced that he was going to sacrifice a cat for the group before them. “Appa-” he began, hoping to try and change the man’s mind. To inform him that these guys were trouble. That they were no doubt gangsters who were running from the law or something.

“Suho-ah,” Oh damn. He was pulling out the Korean name. He knew he was in big trouble. “Stop being so stupid! You ruined her clothes because you were off daydreaming again, you idiot!” he hissed at his son in their native tongue before giving him a quick smack upwards against the back of his son’s head. “Get their details and you will give her money to buy a new pair of jeans.”

Skylar wanted to roll his eyes – he wanted to roll them so far that he would be graced with the opportunity to examine his spine. But he wasn’t going to because his parents taught him a thing about respecting your parents. Any other person, you could bet his eyes would’ve been rolling quicker than a possessed child. As his Appa walked away, Skylar released a somewhat contained sigh before turning back to the group before them.

“What are your bank details?” he asked in a flat tone towards the girl, not even bothering to look at her as he pulled out his phone from his back pocket to place the details in.

coded by weldherwings.

 

[reveriee]

yoshie sai

MOOD
— glad that's settled

OUTFIT
— white top, blue jeans, red lip

LOCATION
— Chimek Grill BBQ

TAGS
— weldherwings

“Ah! I am so sorry!”

Yoshie turned to the older man who had dashed over, offering her a washcloth. "Ah, please," the man bowed. "Please forgive ah… Tonight’s meal – on the house. And my son. He will pay for new jeans.

Yoshie carefully plucked the washcloth out of the older man's hands. "It was an accident," Yoshie said, her tone even as always, as she tried to get the meat and the juices off of her as much as possible. "I understand. But thank you -- I appreciate it." Yoshie's jeans really were expensive, and despite growing up in luxury, she learned to be frugal in her teenage years after her father started tanking.

Yoshie quietly went on with her business, almost acting demure. Although she and the rest of the group didn't show it, they were all definitely eavesdropping on the man scolding his son. Except for Hiroshi, perhaps -- as intelligent and cultured as the other man was, his Korean was subpar at best.

“What are your bank details?” The server's tone -- Suho's tone, apparently -- was flat, and he disrespectfully avoided all eye contact with Yoshie. Was I too mean again? she wondered to herself drily. Yoshie was never very talented at managing to be bluntly honest and nice at the same time, so she always decided to go with the first option instead. No matter -- Seungwon or Hiroshi would tell me if I was. Seungwon was the most emotionally oriented out of all of them, and Hiroshi was just sensible. Yudai, on the other hand, was blunt and didn't care for social conventions in the first place. Jungho was a jokester, and let everything go; Yoshie was used to him just brushing off her behavior, despite their differences in personality.

Yoshie leveled her gaze on the server. After a brief pause, she set down the washcloth on the table, and gave the server -- Suho -- Seungwon's bank details with a straight face. Fortunately, the younger man was sensible enough not to react at the moment, but Yoshie could tell that he would probably groan and moan once the server left. After Suho turned away, Yoshie made sure to level her emotionless gaze at Seungwon, a clear message in her almost greige eyes: not a word.

Unfortunately, Seungwon's youth meant he was at a place in the hierarchy that was, essentially, for the guinea pig. They didn't trust someone? It was Seungwon's details they would give. That way, they could monitor the movements of said person without sacrificing anything -- well, anything that was one of the more senior members'.

"Yoshie," Seungwon began, and Yoshie slowly returned her stony gaze to his. He gulped just the slightest bit, but continued on. "What you said to the server . . . might've been a little harsh?"

Yoshie removed her gaze, relieved that he was sensible enough not to mention the bank account thing -- she was not concerned about those kinds of comments.

"C'mon, Seungwon, you know what Yoshie's like," Jungho crowed. "Blunt. The truth doesn't care about your feelings!" The table chuckled in agreement, and Yoshie shrugged, conceding to the truth of the statement.

"If you're trying to quote Ben Shapiro," Hiroshi started, amusement in his voice, "it's facts don't care about your feelings." Jungho waved him off, deciding to dive in with the side dishes.

"Perhaps I was harsh," Yoshie said, her tone apathetic, "but poor customer service exists -- which is fortunately not the case for this restaurant." Yoshie generously ignored whatever happened with Suho the server. "I would rather risk being rude than be ripped off." Yoshie was really not one to speak up often -- in group discussions, she usually lingered in the background until someone said something so despairingly idiotic that Yoshie had to interject so no one shot themselves in the foot. But there were some people who would rather keep silent and get mistreated than speak up -- Yoshie was firmly not that kind of person.

The rest of the table settled for that answer -- they knew Yoshie well enough to understand that such behavior was characteristic for her.

"Hey, Yoshie," Jungho whispered for dramatic effect. Yoshie rolled her eyes, entertaining the older man by leaning in as if to act secretive. "Now that the meal's on the house . . . can we order even more meat?"

Yoshie shook her head in mock disappointment. "Opportunistic," she accused in a sing-song voice. Jungho shrugged, not denying anything. Yoshie delicately stroked her chin, as if in contemplation.

"Nah," she said finally, and Jungho's face fell into a comical pout. Yoshie pointed her chopsticks at the other man. "You need to be humbled."

coded by weldherwings.

 

[weldherwings]

skylar lee

mood | teehee this is fun.

outfit | click here

location | Chimek Grill BBQ

tag | reveriee

There was a thousand and one other things that Skylar could’ve been doing right now. For example, he could be finishing off his fine little pooping app. But no, this is what he was stuck doing. Getting banking information off of this crazy witch to buy her new jeans because she gave him and his Appa those psycho eyes. Man, those crazy eyes. He did not want to look into those eyes again. So, he kept his head down and focused on his phone, waiting for the numbers.

As she began to recall the numbers to him, he lazily placed them into his notes, pressing his lips together. And then… something popped into his head. A rather… devilish idea. “Thank you,” he said to the woman, before slowly tilting his head to look at her “And I’m very sorry about your pants, once again. I’ll make sure to transfer the money over to you right now.” Was his apology genuine? Oh, hell no it wasn’t. But it was the best you were going to get out of him.

Turning at the heel, as soon as his back was to the group, he allowed his eyes to roll back as far as possible in annoyance. This was why he didn’t like to serve. This was why he liked to just work on the register or on the charcoal. Him and people just… didn’t mix. Slowly making his way back to the register, he watched as his Appa continued to bring out more food for the group. Alright. The group looked distracted, right? Well, at least now he could go about his little plan.

Oh yes. He was going to transfer the money over right now. In fact, he was busy fiddling on his phone to transfer a hundred dollars to that account right now (because, well, that’s how much fancy jeans would cost, right?). But once the payment had gone through, he was quick to bring his attention back to his laptop. This was his time to shine. Minimizing the app he was working on, he pulled up another app which he had created; $niper. Okay, so maybe he wasn’t the best with coming up with app names. But it wasn’t the name that mattered. It was what the app could do.

Once the program loaded, he began to work his magic. Typing at lightning speed, like he was running out of time for something, he began to place the number he had been given into the system. It took all but a second for all the information to pop up onto his screen. Kim Seungwon. His brow furrowed at the name. Well. That didn’t seem like a girl’s name, did it? His eyes quickly flickered over to the group for a moment. He could’ve sworn he heard one of them call the girl “Yoshi” or some other Mario Brother name before.

So. They were using fake bank details? Okay, that just confirmed that this group was shady as hell. With a shrug, Skylar brought his attention back to the computer. “Okay. Let’s sign this guy up for some porn subscription, I suppose” he muttered to himself. It took him all but two minutes to quickly go through the system. And now, once a month, this Seungwon was going to have $1,000 drained from his account by a company called Wet Pussies Galoure, starting within the next fortnight. Of course, the company wasn’t real. The money was going to go straight into Skylar’s hidden account.

With a content smile and a sigh of relief, Skylar sat back and gazed at his work. Oh, he was pleased with himself. Right. Time to inform the group. He closed down the program before making his way back over to the group. “I hope you’re enjoying your meal,” he said as he approached them before turning to the girl. “Oh – I’ve transferred some money into your account. A hundred dollars should be okay, right? I mean. It’s not like you’re walking around in jeans created a hundred per cent out of gold, right?”

coded by weldherwings.

 

[reveriee]

yoshie sai

MOOD
— hmm . . .

OUTFIT
— white top, (stained) blue jeans, red lip + casual leather jacket

LOCATION
— the hidden backroom of the Kingdom Casino

TAGS
— weldherwings

Yoshie could feel Seungwon's inquisitive gaze boring holes into her soul. He wanted answers, and he was growing impatient. Finally, her eyes snapped up, giving him a look that very clearly said, "later." Seungwon chewed his lip, but finally backed down, absentmindedly flipping the cooked bulgogi that was on his plate.

"I hope you’re enjoying your meal."

Yoshie slowly raised her head, swallowing her delicate bite of rice and pork belly. If she was more prone to showing expression, her eyes would've narrowed at the server's sunnier demeanor and the distinct bounce in his step. As the daughter of someone who was beyond proficient in illegal dealings and dangerous trades, Yoshie was accustomed to picking up the slightest change of body language in an enemy. But the server was no organized criminal, and even if he thought he was hiding it, his mood and emotional state managed to seep past any internal blockades like watercolor bleeding through cheap printer paper. I wonder what improved his state of mind.

"Oh -- I’ve transferred some money into your account. A hundred dollars should be okay, right? I mean. It’s not like you’re walking around in jeans created a hundred percent out of gold, right?"

Yoshie tilted her head slightly, unfazed. Her face was blank like that of a porcelain doll, but her eyes were far from empty. Yoshie was always told that even if her gaze never displayed any expression, they would always appear shrewd -- like she was planning something. It wasn't beneficial to her ideal stony facade, but at least it remained constant.

"That would be impractical," she said, her tone neutral but purposefully light. She allowed the right corner of her lips to quirk up into a mild smile -- she couldn't seem too stiff, of course. While there were certainly civilians out there who were as expressionless and stoic as Yoshie portrayed herself to be, she would rather not place herself on the extreme end of any personality. "And thank you -- that is more than generous."

It wasn't really, although it was certainly enough for Yoshie's typical selection of expensive, but sustainable and long-lasting clothing. But social customs were key.

The table continued with their generally aimless chatter after the server left. Jungho, as usual, was eating an almost grotesque amount of meat, while Hiroshi kept his movements composed and proper. In the end, Yoshie couldn't stop Jungho from ordering one more dish. He had said, "c'mon, Yoshie-kun, might as well take advantage of the free meal," and Yoshie conceded without a struggle.

As the meal came to a close, the group exited the restaurant, clustering outside for a brief moment before nodding at each other and going their separate ways. Yudai, Seungwon, and Hiroshi were sharing a car, and quickly zoomed through the streets, heading to their agreed rendezvous point. Yoshie didn't know where Jungho had gone, but as for herself, she silently made her way to the nearest metro station, her form like a phantom under the eerily neon lights that cast an unnatural glow onto the otherwise dark and dreary setting. The asphalt of the roads was slightly damp from the brief shower earlier that night, and the air was tinged with an unpleasant tang. Yoshie tied the jacket that Yudai had lent her around her waist, hopefully covering most of the egregious stain.

The bustling of people around her slowly crescendoed as Yoshie walked down the steps into the subway station, swiping her card and smoothly going about her way.

Yudai, Seungwon, and Hiroshi had gone out to settle a deal with a relative giant of a crime boss in their area; unfortunately for Yoshie, said crime boss was a raging misogynist, and refused to do business with the syndicate if she, or any woman associated with the group, was even in the general vicinity. Yoshie was a little miffed at the sheer amount of toxic masculinity, but it didn't bother her all that much; she had settled the details with Yudai, Seungwon, and Hiroshi before they parted, and as long as they secured the deal, she didn't care about the beliefs the other man carried. It was his own loss.

Jungho, on the other hand, never lowered the mystifying fog that surrounded his objective for that night. As childish as he could've been, he was good at his job and was seen in a fairly positive light by the leaders of their syndicate. Jungho had even more favor and ties to the top dogs than Hiroshi did, and constantly went on secret escapades that Yoshie and many of the others in their group weren't privy to.

As for Yoshie, all she could do was contemplate the finance issue and try to find a solution. She wasn't satisfied that she had essentially nothing to do -- she had no leads or information to draw upon when it came to finding S7ven, so for the moment, she was essentially a sitting duck.

Yoshie changed metro lines five times before she exited a station on the other side of the city. The neon red lights of the Kingdom Casino illuminated every building around it with a scarlet glow, overpowering the hints of bright greens and blues of the smaller signs along the row of storefronts. Yoshie walked into the casino, immediately heading to the back. The man standing guard at the door tucked around the corner of the lengthy, velvet-clad hallway was as still as a statue, only making a move to unlock and open the door once Yoshie flashed him her ID.

"Yoshie-san!" Seungwon's voice shrieked as soon as the door closed shut again. Yoshie surveyed the room -- Jungho and his signature boisterous laugh were absent, but Yudai made a show of cackling unabashedly. Even Hiroshi, who usually maintained a serious demeanor, couldn't fully hide his chuckling.

"What?" Yoshie's tone was apathetic, but she was genuinely curious. She walked up to where Seungwon was hogging the large PC. He whirled around; the panicked glint in his eye was almost comical.

"I'm signed up for a porn subscription," he hissed, dramatically collapsing back onto the plush office chair. Yudai leaned over himself, his cackling evolved to wheezing; Yoshie couldn't blame him.

Yoshie coughed in an attempt to hide her laugh. "I'm glad you feel comfortable sharing such a personal detail."

Seungwon frantically shook his head, waving his arms as if his entire body was shouting a desperate no. "No, I didn't sign up for it! But for some reason, my bank account is telling me that I did."

Yudai barked out a sharp laugh, before saying slyly, "c'mon, Seungwonnie, there's no shame in having a subscription to Wet Pussies Galoure. We have to satisfy our needs somehow." That statement seemed to push Hiroshi over the edge, the older man suddenly erupting into unrestrained laughter.

Yoshie set her hand on Seungwon's shoulder in mock sympathy. "I hope you're enjoying good, ethical porn," she said, her indifferent tone turning wry with her next words. "You may need it; we can tell that you don't get laid."

Seungwon shut his eyes for a good five seconds, murmuring a prayer under his breath before snapping his eyes open, turning to set his gaze on Yoshie. "I mean no disrespect, noona," he hissed rapidly, switching to his native Korean, "but you're the one who used my account to get your money. If this is anybody's fault, it's yours."

Yoshie gave the younger man an unimpressed glower, before turning to glance at the screen. Seungwon winced after a few seconds as his actions caught up to him.

"You may have a point," Yoshie murmured so quietly that only she could hear her distinct words, interrupting Seungwon's apology. Her thoughts trailed to the server from earlier, growing ever more suspicious the longer she lingered on it. The room seemed to hush to a complete, utter silence when its occupants realized that Yoshie was no longer laughing, and was instead knee-deep in contemplation.

Finally, Seungwon squeaked, "hey, at least you got your hundred dollars!"

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[weldherwings]

CH:2

the coffee shop

 

[weldherwings]

skylar lee

mood | i. need. COFFEE.

outfit | click here

location | Coffee Shop

tag | reveriee

It had been a wild week, that was for sure.

Alby ended up needing to get stitches in his forehead thanks to the little fall and well, his Umma was completely and utterly frantic. She wanted to be by Alby’s side to ensure that he would never, ever hurt himself again. This meant that Skylar was on shop duties. While he never really minded helping at the shop, after the fifth day he was starting to get bored of it all. Not to mention he was struggling to get some of his own work done. Now, when I mean work, I mean making his marks on the dark web and ensuring that the corrupt corporations would cease their work and financial dominance in the world.

But today, thankfully, was a day off. The shop wasn’t open today which meant Skylar could finally relax and take some time for himself creating his apps and getting justice in the world. Well, so he thought. He had planned on sleeping in for as long as possible today after working late into the night like he enjoyed doing (for some reason, he was more productive at night than during the day time). However, his Umma and Appa came into his room and told them that they needed to go and see the accountant for the shop for the day. Okay, cool. But why were they telling him while he could be peacefully sleeping? Well…

All the kids were at school currently. However, Elliot and Maddox had dance class after school, Axel and Nevaeh had tutoring, Shiloh had piano lessons and Jaxon had just recently started a new after-school job as a stock boy in a Costco nearby. Which meant that Alby and Arlo were the only two that would be at home. And as the pair of them were only six, they would need a babysitter. Usually, Skylar would just let the twins do whatever they wanted when he baby sat them. But knowing his Umma, she would want him to keep an exceedingly close eye on Arlo after his little bump on the head.

So, he agreed to babysit and began his day with some breakfast (well, it was one in the afternoon. It really wasn’t breakfast time at all). The apartment was quiet (which was a rare oddity) and Skylar found some comfort in the serenity of it all. That was until the power freaking cut out. As if his day couldn’t get any worse. He called up the power company, hoping to find some answers and discovered that the power was out due to a car crash, and the restoration time was unknown. I mean, the internet was out – but he could always use his phone data for the internet on his phone. Ah, but alas, his dumb ass forgot to charge his laptop last night and it was on its last leg.

It was not a good day, was it?

What was the time? Well, shit, it was time to pick up Alby and Arlo. And he knew that if he brought them back home without any power or internet, they would just go crazy. And he really wanted to get this code finished so he could help take down this company that was pro-animal cruelty. So, he packed his laptop bag and within a few moments, he was ready to go and pick up his brother and sister from school. The walk to the school gave him enough time to just rewind, relax and to try and get his head around things. It also helped to see the wide grins on the twin’s faces as they realised their older brother was picking them up, not their Umma or Appa. Apparently, Skylar was cool to them or something?

As they began to walk together, Skylar asked the twins if they would like to go and get something to eat at a nearby café. Instantly they responded that they wanted to get some cake and well, Skylar was a cool brother after all. So, he agreed. His Umma and Appa would have to deal with the sugar-induced fiasco later. They found the closest café and Skylar ordered himself a coffee, Alby and Arlo some hot chocolates, and some cake for all of them. And that is how, ladies and gentlemen, Skylar found himself in a coffee shop with his twin siblings and his laptop, continuing his coding.

The twins were quite content with some colouring sheets that the waitress had provided for them, and Skylar was happy to plug in his laptop and continue on with what he was doing back at home. Some people would’ve thought he would be an idiot to code like this in the middle of the day. But there was something that people were forgetting – that Skylar thought everyone but him – and his family – was an idiot. Plus, if someone saw him coding they probably would take one look at him, saying he was a geek and walk away. Did you really think anyone – anyone at all – could tell that the coding on the screen was to unlock a bank account that would then transfer funds to various other accounts while also leaking passwords for all the social media accounts of those in charge of the company which would possibly show evidence of illegal activities and possibly an affair? They would’ve had to be some sort of genius to see or understand it all.

coded by weldherwings.

 

[reveriee]

yoshie sai

MOOD
— . . . what?!

OUTFIT
— click here

LOCATION
— Coffee Shop

TAGS
— weldherwings

The week had been a dry one. It was one of arid, lung-scraping air and the crackling of dead leaves in the heart of autumn, and was stagnantly unpleasant, from the beginning to the end. Their underboss, or informal wakagashira, had demanded that their internet security be strengthened, along with the hacker to be pinpointed and tracked down. Yoshie had rolled her eyes; talented hackers could completely wipe their tracks on the internet, although many of them preferred not to. Even then, their signature was often only visible to others of their caliber. Their group hadn't found a signature yet, and while they had gone to great lengths to establish stronger firewalls, they made absolutely no progress concerning the original hacker. Yoshie found it shameful, considering that she had been a sitting duck for a week, but she knew most of all that it was important to remain cool-headed and calm.

After she updated her superior on their progress, or rather, their lack of it -- no, they hadn't found any sort of signature or indicative code yet, thank you very much -- Yoshie found herself in the subway, her hand grasping the overhead handle loosely while she mindlessly scrolled through her phone. As strange and unpleasant as it sounded, Yoshie preferred the din of the too-crowded metro over the numbing silence of luxury cars. She preferred the heat of too many people and the push and pull of the crowd over the distinct smell of the leather seats of a new car. She didn't enjoy the sensations themselves; the crowds of bodies were suffocating, and the metro always had a distinct stench in the air that made her cringe. What Yoshie enjoyed was the anonymity, the normality.

Perhaps it was because she was accustomed to luxury; growing up, designer clothes and limousines was standard for her. Yoshie received handcrafted chess sets with polished ivory and obsidian pieces and custom 24K gold jewelry as birthday gifts whilst barely batting an eye; she appreciated them, but they did not take her aback. After her father's slow descent from grace -- although it was never really grace in the first place -- Yoshie felt an internal departure from the lifestyle of her youth; their wealth was gold, gilded over rotting bodies, and it started to look less and less appealing the more it withered away. Yoshie still appreciated small tastes of opulence, but they mostly came in the form of sustainable items she knew she would wear to the bone rather than a smattering of diamonds.

When she was young, Yoshie was rich. But even with her undeniable privilege, she had far less freedom than most. For her, it wasn't simply a wealthy heir turning away their hereditary seat at their father's company; Yoshie was born into the shackles of organized crime, and she doubted she would ever escape that lifestyle. She lived in a grandiose castle of permanent shadow, and her fate was set from the beginning.

So she appreciated the moments where she could stand amongst everyone else, the moments where she was simply another insignificant human being in a crowd. Opulence reminded her of the neverending road she had to take, descending downward into depths with no end in sight. On that path, she was isolated, with no one in her vicinity for miles. But on the subway, she could be another typical office worker with a nine-to-five that slowly sucked the life out of them. She could be another weary businessperson, stumbling through the day and returning home to see their children at the end of it. Yoshie didn't like to fool herself, but focusing on a sheer veneer of ambiguity for a few moments presented no harm.

Yoshie let her muscle memory guide her to a familiar coffee shop whilst she focused more on business matters, the recent issue pressing into her mind like an impending doom. She slid smoothly through the doorway as another patron left, sparing the room a quick glance before she walked up to the counter and ordered a matcha latte. Yoshie wasn't quite a regular at the coffee shop -- definitely not as much as she was to Chimek Grill -- but it was a place of relative familiarity that she defaulted to whenever she found herself in the area.

The cafe was on the smaller side -- large enough to have most of its tables occupied, but too small for the building to be cramped. Yoshie accepted her latte with a brief nod of thanks, dropping a few quarters in the tip jar before she moved to an empty table in the corner. She found herself seated right behind a man clad in a green shirt; she didn't know if he noticed her, considering how quietly she had crept up behind him and pulled out a chair. Yoshie narrowed her eyes an inconspicuous amount when she caught his faint reflection in the window -- the server from last week. And . . . two little kids? Is he a dad or something? . . . Poor kids.

Honestly, Yoshie was still a little miffed about the meat juice incidence (she doubted having a large platter of bulgogi falling into one's lap would be a pleasant experience for anybody). Maybe it was a little petty, but it wasn't like the server had been the most pleasant about it either. Yoshie didn't care much about the insignificant grudge, however; she had Suho pinned in her mind as someone to suspect from the Wet Pussies Galoure incident. While she did enjoy bothering Seungwon about how he signed up for a porn subscription service, under the humor, she was very aware that that wasn't the case. Seungwon has to like boys just a tad -- if he signed up for porn, he wouldn't restrict himself to just . . . vaginas. Yoshie had shaken her head when she left the casino a few nights ago -- the sheer lack of penises told her all she needed to know.

Yoshie sipped her latte, scrolling through her phone while discreeting glancing at the man's computer screen. She was surprised -- it looked like fairly advanced code. Admittedly, Yoshie didn't expect something nearly so impressive out of the server, but hey, everyone had their talents . . . and their moments of incompetence (there was no way she was going to forget the meat incident any time soon).

Admittedly, Yoshie wasn't well-versed in code. She was fairly good with technology, but she was definitely no hacker. Her eyes skipped over the endless words of a language she didn't understand until they landed on something she did recognize. She lowered her gaze back to her phone, nonchalantly sipping her latte, but internally, her alertness and shock spiked tenfold. There was blood rushing to her fingertips, and for the first time in a long while, Yoshie had to physically restrain herself from recoiling in shock.

Suho, the clumsy, incompetent server from Chimek Grill BBQ . . . was S7ven.

coded by weldherwings.

 

[weldherwings]

skylar lee

mood | its that crazy lady!

outfit | click here

location | Coffee Shop

tag | reveriee

Glancing over the top of his laptop, Skylar’s eyes landed on the twins that were so focused on their drawings as they waited patiently for their order. Man, these kids were a breeze to look after. Chuck some colouring-in pages and cake their way and they basically look after themselves. A soft smile crept onto his face as he watched Arlo and Alby discuss with each other which colours they needed and why. It wasn’t too long until the waitress came along and with their orders, which meant they had to clear their artworks away for the food.

As the two younger Lee children shifted their items, Skylar briefly moved his laptop to the side so he could continue with his work while having the blessed coffee. The code was practically finished and he could most likely activate it within the next few moments. But it was all about timing. Well, to Skylar it was. Most hackers had their little flairs; a little indication to whom it was so they could toot their horns and claim the amazing project as their own. Skylar, on the other hand, was a bit different. Sure, he liked to try and target the same type of people. But he wasn’t in it for the glory of it all. He was in it to correct the wrongs in the world. To give people what they deserved. To bring karma to people.

So, instead, he liked to make sure to always post seven minutes past. At the moment, it was two minutes past. In five more minutes, he could post. He just liked the consistency. It was 4:02 in the afternoon right now, so he would go live at 4:07. If he missed that window, then it would have to be 5:07. And he was praying that he wasn’t going to miss that window just in case they went home and the power was still off. Otherwise, he was going to have to put it off for however long until he got internet again. Timing meant everything.

“Hyung,” the soft-spoken Alby said, grabbing Skylar’s attention from his laptop screen. The boy seemed to be losing his battle with the chocolate cake with one of his hands covered in the icing “It almost fell from the plate and I went to catch it” The boy spoke timidly in Korean, a small pout upon his face.

“That’s okay. It was an accident” Skylar responded with a soft shrug. There was no point at all getting upset over something small like that after all.

“There are no napkins….” Alby pointed out, nodding towards the direction of the napkin holder on the table. Ah hah. The boy was right. The napkin holder was napkin-less, and that was going to cause an issue with cleaning up Alby’s hand, wasn’t it?

“No problem” he said to the boy before slowly turning around in his chair to look at the person behind him. “Excuse me, miss,” he switched over to English with complete ease as his eyes locked in on the napkin holder on the table before the pair of them “Could you please pass me a napk- holy shit” In the middle of asking the female before him so politely for a napkin, Skylar’s gaze had slowly moved up to see the person that he was talking to. And wouldn’t you believe it; his eyes widened in surprise and word vomit just fell from his mouth. “Ahhh, you’re that minchin nyeon that I spilt meat on at the shop”

Yes, Skylar. People who visit the family shop do exist outside in the real world. And no, Skylar, you can’t go around calling people minchin nyeon, assuming that they can’t speak Korean. Was he trying to get himself killed?

coded by weldherwings.

 

[reveriee]

yoshie sai

MOOD
— the lion, the witch, and the audacity of this bitch

OUTFIT
— click here

LOCATION
— Coffee Shop

TAGS
— weldherwings

Yoshie eavesdropped on the waiter's interaction with the two young children, keeping her eyes loosely trained on her phone whilst she took intermittent sips of her latte. Admittedly, listening in on the exchange wasn't particularly useful at all; it was a coffee shop, not some secret rendezvous. The most substantial information Yoshie got out of the short conversation was that the two young kids were the waiter's siblings rather than children, but that was like saying that the most valuable gems in a safe were unpolished quartz fragments from the side of the road -- it didn't mean much.

But the revelation that the dumb, clumsy, and slightly ill-mannered waiter was one of New York's most notorious hackers was enough to permanently draw Yoshie's attention to the people in front of her.

Besides, Yoshie would have to interact and corner him soon. Her syndicate needed someone like S7ven -- might as well get the real deal. Yoshie couldn't approach him at the moment -- it wasn't the time or place -- but she convinced herself that watching his every move with his little siblings would be beneficial in some way.

Yoshie wouldn't admit it even if her life was dangling on the line, but watching Mr. Dumb-Waiter-Who-Also-Happened-To-Be-A-Master-Hacker interact with his little siblings was . . . pretty cute. Yoshie was about as affectionate as a concrete wall, but children were always her weak spot. They were so endlessly pure and innocent and bright, and they were simple, unlike the convoluted creatures they would grow to be; when children were happy, they giggled and beamed like the sun, and when they were upset, they rained heavy torrents of tears like the brief showers that would come and go throughout overcast days. Yoshie held little affection for people in general, but there was little to hate about children.

Hearing Dumbass Waiter taking care of his little brother raised Yoshie's opinion of him just the slightest bit; from what Yoshie had personally experienced, most caretakers were not so caring and attentive.

"No problem," Yoshie heard Stupid Waiter say to his little brother, before turning around in his seat to face her. She was partly taken aback; of course, from the flow of the conversation, she did expect the following logical sequence of events, but admittedly, Yoshie was a little more invested than necessary in the two's brotherly relationship rather than what was practical.

"Excuse me, miss." The formality allowed Yoshie to briefly gather her thoughts before she could look incompetent, or perhaps worse, uncomposed. She began extending her hand towards the napkin holder as Idiot Waiter continued. "Could you please pass me a napk -- holy shit." Yoshie's hand halted gracefully in its movement as Incompetent Waiter's eyes finally rose to her face.

"Ahhh, you’re that michin nyeon that I spilt meat on at the shop."

Perhaps it was time for Yoshie to retract her previous assessment of the man and reevaluate her opinion.

So maybe she wasn't the most pleasant person in the world, despite remaining diplomatic and polishing the abrasive bluntness of the truth into smooth surfaces and sharp edges. Yoshie was self-aware -- she knew she was insensitive, and she knew that that trait of hers, combined with her methodical composure, could come off as superciliously bitchy. But even so, Yoshie couldn't help but think, as someone who's working in customer service, I'd expect him to have dealt with a lot worse.

And from her limited impression of Idiotic Waiter -- consisting of him spilling a plate of meat on her and his passive-aggressive remarks -- Yoshie couldn't say that she had many compliments for him either.

Yoshie turned to the little boy, a ghost of a smile on her lips as she offered him a few napkins, completing disregarding Moronic Waiter. Turning back to the older man, she said in Korean, her tone airy and nonchalant, "you should watch what you say to people. One day you might offend someone much more . . . irascible."

The edge to her words was coldly blasé, but Yoshie wasn't offended as much as she was disapproving of the fact that Simpleminded Waiter was witless enough to insult someone to their face. At least say it in private, Jesus. This guy is going to get killed one day, if this is how he talks to people.

coded by weldherwings.

 

[weldherwings]

skylar lee

mood | take this uno reserve card, minchin nyeon!

outfit | click here

location | Coffee Shop

tag | reveriee

Oh shit. Did she know Korean?

Well, he wasn’t one to assume someone’s race. When he had seen the crew together in his family’s restaurant, he thought that at least one of them had been Korean. But after hearing them speak Japanese with such ease and clarity, he was quick to mentally discipline himself for even considering that they had been Korean just from their appearances alone. But maybe that was something that this female should’ve taken into consideration also. Not to judge a book by its cover; not to judge someone by their appearance or their job.

Skylar knew that he often came across as some idiotic imbecile who was nothing more than just some poor waiter boy. But maybe that was the look he was going for? Maybe he wanted people to underestimate his capabilities. After all, it had kept him hidden and safe over the last few years when it came to his hacking. Not once had he ever had any even suspect that he was s7ven. What people also probably didn’t assume was that he had travelled a fair bit during his lifetime. While with Abigail, his ex-fiancé (well, honestly, not really. He had been planning on proposing but she broke up with him on the very same day before he had the chance), they ventured off to those romantic holiday locations together. You know; Italy, Paris, London, and for some reason, Zimbabwe. And when they broke up (well, when she broke his heart into a million pieces), Skylar went on an around the world trip by himself for eight months to try and clear his head of things. The only reason he had decided to return home was because of his siblings constantly messaging him, asking when he was coming back because they missed him.

Now, because of this adventurous endeavours, he had the opportunity to learn some amazing culture and, well, languages. He had been to Japan three times in his life, and when you combine it all together, you could say he had technically stayed there for close to four months. He had friends whom he regularly visited there and was an exceptionally large advocate for anime, manga and Japanese film and music. Therefore, he had picked up a thing or two while there; one of them being the language. So, if this lady wanted to dance, he was about to throw them balls deep into the tango.

Flickering his dark eyes over to the screen of his computer to check the time (ah yes! He had at least four minutes), he exhaled deeply to cover up the tickling, laughing sensation in the back of his throat. “Ah, thank you so much for the warning” he said in English, tilting his head slightly as if to display that he was seriously considering her heed of warning. This was it. He was going to knock her socks off. Another quick huff of breath slipped past his nose as the grin on his face began to form. Skylar brought his gaze away from the computer screen, turning back to the female. This was it. He had mentally prepared the best Uno reserve card in living history. And as his lips parted to speak, one would expect Korean or English to spill from his mouth. Oh no. The words that began to fall from his mouth were… in Japanese.

“But… I think you should be the one who needs to be careful. Talking about needing to get into the New York Branch to take revenge because they apparently hacked into your account and took thirty per cent of your money. And well, you don’t have very solid evidence apart from having beef with them in the past.” With that final remark, he gazed at the girl with an egotistical smirk across his face and his brows raised. Now, he wasn’t the absolute best when it came to pronunciation in Japanese. He was really good at listening but speaking it… ehh, he could get by in Japan and have the store clerks call him cute. But that was all you really needed in life, right? People to assume you are just this little cutie that knows nothing about the world while you’re secretly one of the most sought-after hackers of this generation for America.

coded by weldherwings.

 

[reveriee]

yoshie sai

MOOD
— fuck, how could i be so stupid? nonetheless, there's a way to fix everything

OUTFIT
— click here

LOCATION
— Coffee Shop

TAGS
— weldherwings

"Ah, thank you so much for the warning."

Yoshie displayed no crack in her composure -- it wasn't like she was an amateur. But years of interacting with hardened criminals and unsuspecting citizens alike had her attention immediately spike at the waiter's tone. He was too confident, too self-assured; she had definitely slipped up somewhere, but where? Yoshie thought herself to be almost painfully meticulous, but admittedly, she had, more than a couple of times, overlooked insignificant details that would later give her whiplash; there was no reason for history to stay confined in days long past. If anything, Yoshie was more aware of her shortcomings than truly arrogant, but the revelation sent her into a spiral as she ran through everything she did that night at Chimek Grill, as if she were trying to find a speck of dust in a seemingly pristine room.

Yoshie's eyes flickered to the code on the screen for a brief millisecond. Damnit, he's literally one of the most notorious hackers in the city. He could've easily hacked into practically anywhere to secure some sort of information on me. Yoshie didn't consider herself important enough to the hacker for him to have any sort of incentive to find out more about her, but then again, Yoshie was not the excessively inquisitive type. A hacker who had enough information on millions of people at his fingertips to send all of them into financial ruin, on the other hand, easily could be.

"But… I think you should be the one who needs to be careful."

Yoshie immediately registered the man's words, but it took a few moments for her to realize that they were in Japanese. Fuck. By the time she came to that revelation, the waiter (a.k.a. S7ven, one of the most notorious cybercriminals to roam the World Wide Web), had already moved on.

"Talking about needing to get into the New York Branch to take revenge because they apparently hacked into your account and took thirty percent of your money. And well, you don’t have very solid evidence apart from having beef with them in the past."

It was as if a bucket of ice water was being poured down Yoshie's back, and the torrent of cold didn't seem to be stopping any time soon. He can speak Japanese -- even if his accent is questionable. The woman, usually blank and composed to the point of inspiring boredom, felt the temptation to laugh morosely bubble in the back of her throat. Out of all the things, it was language? How could I be so careless? What a childish mistake.

When Yoshie was young and still in high school, her image was not so different from what she was at twenty-five. She was reserved but still composed, but most especially, she was an unfailing perfectionist. It was easy for her to follow the rules, to apply what she knew her superiors expected out of her, in order to get the highest score possible -- to do things the right way. Yoshie was not used to failure; her meticulous nature never forgot any stray detail. On the rare occasion that she did make a mistake, it was usually small and easily fixable, never causing a break in her stride.

The real world was a little different, especially in Yoshie's line of work -- the standards, the people, the right way to do things were not as regimented as such things were in the classroom. Yoshie couldn't realistically contain every possibility in her mind; when she messed up, it took her aback like a sudden electric shock and her failures would send her reeling. Yoshie Sai did not fail.

Nevertheless, if there was something Yoshie did even more than not fail, it was keeping her composure. There was never a reason to panic; anything in the world could be approached the same way, just in slight iterations. Just because the idiotic waiter happened to hear compromising information didn't mean it had to be left at that.

"I didn't expect you to be able to speak Japanese," Yoshie admitted, forcing a complimentary tone into her voice. "It's a difficult language to learn, though it is quite a bit easier for Koreans." Yoshie tilted her head, observing the other man briefly. "Still, not a small feat.

"As for your eavesdropping," Yoshie huffed out a laugh, "corporate work is not as monotonous as it seems, I suppose. It's like everything else -- with conflicts. I admit, we were acting fairly unprofessional that night. A lot of us are a bit pent up about the . . . internal strife." Yoshie quirked the corner of her lips up in a wry twist of a smile as she made eye contact with the server. "I'm sure you can imagine -- such things never treat the average worker well."

Admittedly, Yoshie didn't expect the waiter to be accustomed enough to the inner workings of corporate office work for him to have any valid counterargument against what she said. Besides, it wasn't that unusual for companies to collapse into a civil war, even if its own departments were rarely as malicious to each other as her conversation with the others from the other night implied.

"You should hand the napkin to your brother," Yoshie changed the topic lightly. She nodded in the young boy's direction, her features relaxing from their typical faintly neutral and composed expression to something softer and less aloof. Ah, you're cute. Hopefully, you don't turn into anything like your brother.

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[weldherwings]

skylar lee

mood | ahhhhh today is just peachy isn't it?

outfit | click here

location | Coffee Shop

tag | reveriee

Leant back in his chair, arms crossed, brows raised, and that egotistical grin spread across his face; ah, he was enjoying this. Skylar’s head tilted to the side, gazing up at the girl before him and well, he noticed it. There was a shift in the girl’s movements before him. All the sudden, it was like a chill crossed their paths and the sudden realisation that he could speak Japanese was hitting her face like fresh water in the morning. And well, Skylar was eating it up. It was the best damn feeling in the whole world to be able to shove it into someone’s face.

Hearing her forced compliment, Skylar allowed a small huff to slip past his lips as he attempted to hold in the laughter. Did everyone in this world seriously think he was some sort of idiot or something? Just because he worked as a server at his parent’s restaurant, didn’t mean he had an IQ of a panda. Okay, sure, pandas are cute and fuzzy, and you would probably want to cuddle one in a heartbeat. But they are stupid. They had originally been carnivores but slowly evolved to survive on bamboo. And well, bamboo has no proteins or vitamins, which means no brain food, which makes pandas stupid and lazy. Also, never bring up the existence of pandas to Skylar because he will make you sit there and hear his hour-long rant about just why pandas are stupid.

Hearing the girl’s defence, Skylar had to hold it in him once more not to let out some sort of bark of laughter to spill from his lips. “Corporate work…” he repeated, pretending to look somewhat impressed “Riiiiight. Let us call it corporate work then” he said in a mocking tone, bringing up his fingers to create quotation bunnies with his index and middle fingers. With a snort, he brought his eyes back to this laptop screen. Right. He still had a couple of minutes left before he could send off the hack.

However, hearing the change of topic and the mention of his brother, Skylar’s eyes were immediately torn away from the screen to the girl without hesitation. She was saying what about his brother?! Was that some sort of threat?! Honestly, he had barely been listening. He had thought she was simply going to walk away. However, she mentioned something about his brother and a burst of fire ran through his veins. If there was one thing in this world that Skylar loved more than his computers – and well, himself – was his brothers and sisters.

“You should-” Skylar began, his stomach filled with fire and words cold, standing up from his seat abruptly. However, he was unable to make his suggestion to the girl – one which probably involved him swearing at her in Korean again – as a waiter at the time was walking past. And just as fate would have it, Skylar’s chair knocked against them and the glass of chocolate milkshake was airborne. Time was standing still. He could see it all move in complete and utter slow motion. Now, Skylar could have left the milkshake in its desired destination. However, in doing so, the beverage would have landed straight on his laptop. He was not going to let that happen whatsoever. So, instead, his quick instincts led him to hold his hand out, causing the drink to hit against his flat palm and then…

Oh, God. It really was some sort of horrible fate, wasn’t it? Skylar’s eyes widened as they looked down at the smashed glass on the floor, before slowly gravitating upwards to the girl… Who was now covered in the thick, cold, oozing chocolate milkshake. As much as he was horrified, once again, he was attempting to keep in the laughter. Hah. Looks like someone went rolling in some turds.

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[reveriee]

yoshie sai

MOOD
— . . . i'm kinda pissed. why do i have to deal with this difficult child? whatever, he has it coming for him later.

OUTFIT
— click here

LOCATION
— Coffee Shop

TAGS
— weldherwings

Yoshie couldn't help but lose some of her infamous patience when the dumb waiter responded to her in a mocking tone, clearly disregarding everything she said. Can't he just accept something for what it is and shut up? the voice in the back of her head hissed. She felt an impending migraine itch at the edge of her temple, and it took all of Yoshie's energy to maintain her blank, composed expression.

"You should --" Yoshie raised an eyebrow at the waiter's tone as he stood up dramatically. Normally, her expression would be detached, but this time, it was admittedly just a tad more condescending than it typically was (read: Yoshie's distaste was not reserved to passive aggression as it was many times before).

The next moment happened in a blur. Before she knew it, Yoshie found her lovely white blouse drenched in a thick, chilly slather of an inconveniently shit-colored milkshake. Yoshie's stoney, neutral expression quickly shifted into something akin to cold, icy rage -- like a snapshot of icicles, or the glint of a freshly sharpened blade. It was the kind of contained, concentrated ire that so many feared out of her -- Yoshie, with her meticulous persona, didn't lash out when she was angry. No, Yoshie was one to let her frigid words slip like civilised dogs of war, before pulling her forces back and making a return that would truly make the other party suffer.

Yoshie was here for the long run.

"Hmm, it looks like all you can do is, what? Be the clumsy, stumbling, incompetent fool that you are?" Yoshie let out a mocking sigh. "I suppose my assumption of you wasn't incorrect. Your eyes are just as useless as your brain -- no wonder you can't do anything. You can stand there like the grimy, underdeveloped ape you are and laugh at how your own pathetic incapabilities inconvenience others, but I honestly think there's a more pressing matter at hand." Yoshie stood up, glancing at the two children. At this point, most of those in the cafe were staring at the two, and it was only Yoshie's Korean saving her from being eavesdropped on.

"I truly sympathize with your siblings that the have a role model such as yourself," Yoshie said mildly. She casually took a sip of her latte, uncaring of her ruined blouse. Suddenly her hand slipped, and some of the liquid spilled onto the waiter -- S7ven's -- computer. Not enough to do damage, but certainly enough to send a shock of panic through the man.

After all, what was to come later that day was far more important than getting petty revenge.

"Oh my, I'm so sorry," she murmured, blithely dropping a few napkins on the laptop. "I suppose I'm clumsy as well."

Before the dumb waiter could continue their exchange or retaliate any further, Yoshie turned away, dropping the empty cup in the trash can by the door before exiting the cafe, her stained blouse exposed in its full glory. The stares of a few passers-by didn't escape her, but with the glacial expression on Yoshie's features, the glances were ephemeral and quickly flickered away.

Confidence truly was key.

After weaving quickly through a few streets and alleyways -- just in case the dumb waiter somehow tried to follow her, and of course, to escape the wondering eyes of pedestrians -- Yoshie pulled her phone out of her pocket and called Yudai.

"What's up?" he answered gruffly, his voice muffled by the background noise of bustling streets.

"Would you mind picking me up?" Yoshie asked, glancing at the sign above her before reciting the street name.

"Why?" Yudai questioned suspiciously, before muttering, "alright, alright, I'm coming." Yoshie could practically hear the man roll his eyes.

She let her features relax and allowed the warmth she reserved for those close to her to slip into her voice. "Thanks for doing this."

"Not a problem. Did you get into some shit?"

Yoshie closed her eyes, a small smile creeping onto her features when she envisioned the plan she laid out for confronting S7ven. "I . . . suppose you could say that."

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[weldherwings]

skylar lee

mood | this lady is badshit crazy

outfit | click here

location | Coffee Shop

tag | reveriee

This whole situation was completely and utterly… well, it was K-Drama quality, one would explain it. Never in a million years would Skylar had picked out that he would run into this girl and once again be the omen of bad luck in her presence. Out of the eight and a half million people living in New York, she just happened to have been blessed with meeting him twice. As the fleeting thought hit his mind, he all the sudden began to feel… somewhat sorry for her? What was this? Why the heck was he starting to feel bad for this rude lady? He was even considering handing over a couple of napkins to help the girl out.

But, alas, his mind shifted as soon as he heard her devilish words spit from her mouth like venom. Clumsy. Stumbling. Incompetent. Fool. Grimy. Underdeveloped. Ape. Pathetic. Inconvenient. Well. If she was aiming to hurt him, she was doing her job correctly. Such hatred word vomit only brought him back to remembering the day Abigail, his ex-girlfriend, had broken up with him. She used some of the same words as this female before him. Well, some of the same words, and some words which aligned with the same passionate desire to be as far away from him as possible. He tried to not let it affect him, but it didn’t mean that deep down it didn’t hurt.

Heck, she even had to bring up his siblings too. At the simple mention of them, Skylar unconsciously took a step forward as if to ‘cover and protect’ them from this wicked lady. However, in doing so, left his laptop completely and utterly defenceless. It would be okay for a mere few seconds on its own, right? Well, how wrong he was. It all happened in slow motion; his eyes widened, and his heart skipped a beat before beginning to thunder in his chest. He watched as the liquid of her beverage slowly spilled onto his laptop, causing him to reach over with his hand cupped, attempting to somewhat ‘catch’ the hot drink.

He didn’t care that it was burning his hand ever so lightly; if he lost his laptop, there would go all his hard work from today. As soon as the girl dropped the napkins, the hastily began to rub-down the laptop, making sure he wouldn’t miss a spot. Sure, he had messed up her jeans and now her blouse – but this laptop was damn expensive. Plus, he had paid for the jeans. And even more so, both spills had been accidental! She spilled her drink on his laptop with intention, being completely fuelled by the demon that was spawning inside of that wicked brain of hers. So, once he saw that his laptop wasn’t damaged, he decided that enough was enough; he was going to give her a piece of his mind.

“Hey! If you think-” he began, snapping his sharp gaze from his laptop to the location of the girl. However, she was nowhere to be seen. “Where… did she go?” Skylar softly muttered to himself, his eyes dancing among the different faces in the coffee shop.

“She left” Arlo said simply, unbothered by the whole experience and eating the cake before them.

Skylar released a soft sigh, slowly lowering down into his seat. That girl belongs in a looney bin he thought to himself, shifting his vision to the window with hopes of seeing her milkshake covered figure. With no prevail, he scoffed to himself before bringing his gaze back to his screen to check on the time. 4:08 PM. Wait. 4:08 PM? Skylar’s eyes widened. He had missed his time slot. He had missed his damn calling card. All because Miss ‘walks-around-with-a-stick-up-her-asshole’ went crazy. He was going to have to wait for another hour before he could send off the code. Running his fingers through his hair, grasping onto the strands with his palms flat against his scalp, Skylar released a frustrated (and rather loud; well, loud enough to get other customers looking over in their direction once again) curse.

“Shit!”

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[weldherwings]

CH:3

finding S7ven

 

[reveriee]

yoshie sai

MOOD
— check, check, checkmate

OUTFIT
— click me

LOCATION
— Chimek Grill BBQ

TAGS
— weldherwings

The next morning, Yoshie had awoken to the slow-moving clouds of an overcast sky. The day was bleak. Like a film over one's eyes, blearing the glow of the sun until it was a wishy-washy mix of pale gray and wan light.

Yoshie's morning preceded similarly on the next day, and the next, and the next. On the fifth day, Yoshie awoke to the pitter-patter of a drizzle surging into a storm, raindrops like impending footsteps. On the fifth day, Yoshie awoke in shame.

Yoshie poured a shot of cognac into her matcha latte, tipping the flask a second time for good measure.

No one would have to know.

She took a sip of the concoction, wincing as the rancid cocktail settled on her tongue. Fitting. Yoshie couldn't say she regretted lashing out at that stupid waiter in particular, but letting her composure shatter like that deserved a shot of acerbic shame. What was she, a petulant child? Was her poise too fragile to handle an annoying man-child or another inconvenience? Yoshie wasn't a teenager anymore; not that teenager who let go of inhibitions in an emotional flurry, not that teenager who slept with old men in dirty motel rooms for something she couldn't name.

Her only consolation was what she had seen on that stupid waiter's computer the week before. Well, not just a stupid water -- S7ven. New York City's most infamous hacker turned out to be bumbling fool who couldn't even hold a tray upright, but as idiotic as fate seemed to be, it wasn't Yoshie's place to criticize it. One side of her was rolling her eyes; if S7ven was as dumb as he appeared, then using him for her group’s purposes wasn't going to be too difficult. But on the other hand, S7ven could just as well be a mastermind in all things except for customer service -- hackers didn't have the habit of being truly incompetent.

Regardless, as much as Yoshie despised to admit it . . . S7ven, stupid, clumsy S7ven, was their best chance at resolving their syndicate’s present issues. And she was going to drag him back to headquarters if it was the last thing she would ever do.

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"You should get a damn car."

Yoshie laughed, changing the radio station to some bubblegum pop just to get on Yudai’s nerves. The melody sounded like it was from ten years ago; Yoshie felt a rush of glee at Yudai's grimace.

"Now why would I do that when I have you to chariot me around the city?"

Yoshie let the early 2010’s pop song play before changing the station to something more forgiving.

Yudai spat out his nicotine gum, scowling as he reached for another piece. ”You’re the reason why quitting has been so fucking painful,” he snarked, the coated shell of the gum crunching between his front teeth. ”I could use a good smoke right about now.”

"Don’t chew too much of that,"

Yoshie dismissed,

"thirty minutes a piece or it won’t work as well."

A scoff. "Sure, mom." The way Yudai finally parked the gum near his cheek like he was supposed to didn't escape the younger woman. Yoshie smiled slightly, shifting between radio channels and music stations until she landed on a slow jazz.

"And thank god you stopped, your car smelled horrible."

Yoshie grimaced at the memory, before gesturing out the window.

"You can stop here."

Yudai dropped Yoshie off at the byway with a lazy wave, upping the volume on the jazz playing from his speakers before speeding off. Yudai didn't ask questions; Yoshie could tell him to drive her to her death and she doubted he would implore beyond a simple when and where.

Yoshie had opened the door to Chimek Grill many times before -- for takeout, for lunch, for celebratory dinners. On rainy mornings, at dying sunsets, and on nights where only the bright lights of New York City illuminated the streets. Chimek Grill was a place of familiarity, even if she never took note of the waiters or the decorations on the walls.

This time was different. The kind of different Yoshie felt when she saw her father the morning after he shattered a beer bottle on her head. The kind of different when home was no longer sanctuary, when comfort was corrupted with the crime they called work. This time, when Yoshie caught sight of the man she was targeting, she didn't brush him off as a waiter. He was S7ven. He was not a civilian.

"May I speak with you?"

Yoshie beelined towards the man, barely giving him a second to respond before directing him away from the customers.

"I want to apologize for how I acted last week -- at the cafe."

The words escaped her before Yoshie could call them back, but she went for it regardless. She felt little sense of sympathy or regret for the man standing across from her, but he deserved the apology. And maybe the apology would soothe Yoshie's shame, but who knew.

"There's really nothing I can say besides what I did to you was immature and inappropriate,"

she continued without pause.

"I'm sorry."

A request for forgiveness went unspoken -- partly because Yoshie didn't care, and partly because S7ven would not want to forgive her after what she was about to do.

"I couldn't help but notice what you were working on on your computer,"

she continued lightly,

"S7ven. You're smarter than you come off -- maybe stick to computers instead of waiting tables.

"I could use your help at my job, though."

Yoshie gave S7ven a blithe smile.

"I'm sure you have an inkling of what that entails, and I'm sure we can come to an agreement about this.

"After all --"

in one smooth motion, Yoshie snapped a photo of the unsuspecting man with the phone dangling in her hand

"-- it's dangerous for someone so infamous to have their identity exposed."

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[weldherwings]

skylar lee

mood | I'm sorry -- wtf?!

outfit | click here

location | Chimek Grill BBQ

tag | reveriee

Because of that god damn michin nyeon, his whole plan had been foiled. The timing was awkward and off-putting, and by the time he could finally grasp onto calming down and get a flow once more, the twins had decided that it was the perfect time to start complaining and whining about how they needed to use the toilet or wanted to go home. And well, he loved those two like his own children. So, he told them to hold on. That lasted a couple of minutes before they started to really whine. It seemed that their little venture to the coffee shop had come to an end and Skylar was left to return back to the family apartment above their restaurant without any guilty pleasure in his life.

Over the next few days, he did eventually get his plan to work out. He also managed to get his poop map app out there and working; alas, there were a couple of bugs, but he spent the week fixing them up and looking for potential advertisers that he could pitch to. Just because he was a hacker didn’t mean he took the easy route all the time. Trying to find someone to do business with was hard work sometimes, but Skylar enjoyed the thrill of the struggle. Sometimes hacking was just… well, second nature to him. He liked to be challenged. Now, while he could’ve spent his week searching out for some large, global cooperation with questionable ethics to try and take down bit by bit, Alby had other plans.

Jesus Christ, that child needed to wear one of those giant bubble suits or something.

The poor boy had broken his arm. How? Well, he told Skylar it was from jumping off the top of the bunk bed. He told his Umma it was from falling over in the bedroom. But he told Samantha, his childhood sweetheart that he had been claiming for the last three years that he will one day marry, that he had quite the intense battle with a bear that was going through their rubbish bin out the back. For the sake of looking like a bad-ass future husband, Skylar confirmed this story to Samantha at school pick up. However, because of this broken arm situation, Alby was needed at various doctor appointments. Which meant Skylar was back on being waiter duties downstairs.

Don’t get me wrong; he loved helping his family out with the business. But what if he was busy for the night? He asked his parents this hypothetical and they just laughed in his face. Ah yes, that’s right. What the hell was he going to be busy with? He was anti-social, and apparently highly undatable. He had considered downloading Tinder and Bumble, but the thought of having to interact with someone and pretend that you are interested in things just made him want to put his head through a wall.

In addition to that, he just wasn’t having a very good day. He had been up all night trying to crack a code that was being stupidly stubborn and then was woken up at the crack of dawn by his siblings. He spilt his cereal all over himself as he was eating breakfast, and then burnt his tongue while drinking his morning tea. To make things even worse, one of his computers began to overheat, so he had to go down to the shops to try and find a new fan for his device only to find out that they were sold out. Therefore, he was attempting to cool it down with his fifth plug-in fan instead. Today just didn’t seem like a great day to be working at a job when all he wanted to do was to lie in bed and play some video games.

Little did he know that the day was about to get a thousand times worse.

He had been in the middle of helping a group of customers to their table when he heard a familiar voice. The michin nyeon. He almost had a bloody heart attack. Wide-eyed and speechless, the ‘man’ practically allowed himself to be dragged away from the job he was meant to be doing. Skylar was mentally preparing himself for the worse. Did she have a knife or a gun? Was she about to John Cena the crap out of him? Of course, it’s no wonder he was so shocked when she finally spoke and said… she wanted to apologize? Confusion was evidently plastered upon Skylar’s face as he tried to comprehend what was going on here. Was… was she not going to harm, maim, or kill him? Relief washed over his body, allowing a small puff of air to slip past his lips as those glorious two words came to his ears; I’m sorry.

Oh, this was just too sweet.

They say honey never spoils. He bet that was a lie. Because within a few seconds of tasting the sweet victory, it became sour. His heart dropped into his stomach as she uttered his online persona. S7ven. Oh, god. He felt like he was going to be sick. How the hell was it possible for all these emotions to run through his body in a mere microsecond? Just like that; he was completely frozen in… was it fear? He was unsure what he was feeling. All he knew was his ears were burning, his stomach was about to fall out of his ass and his mouth was dry. It didn’t even connect to his brain that the girl had raised her phone in her hand and snapped a picture.

Wait. She did what?

With wide eyes, Skylar was finally understanding what this emotion was that was surging through his body; fear. Panic. Not for himself. But for his family. “Delete that” he hissed in a rather un-Skylar like matter, reaching for the phone in a sharp movement. “Delete it right now, or I’ll –” He paused. There were customers around. It wouldn’t be a good look to have a waiter threatening someone, right? In an attempt to smoosh down the anger and panic building inside of him, Skylar gulped harshly before looking around himself. His razor-sharp gaze landed on his Appa who was approaching a table with a large plate of meat. “Appa. I’ll be back in a moment” He informed the older male in Korean.

“Suho – we hav-”

“I’ll be back in a moment!”

Skylar was never one to bark at his parents or to speak so poorly to them. But this was important. This was to ensure that they’d be safe. Without a glimpse to see how his father would react, Skylar wrapped his hand around the girl’s upper arm and proceeded to direct her out of the area. For someone with such a soft, child-like exterior, he was using quite the grasp on the poor woman, ensuring that she would not getaway. Once at the storage room door, he pushed it open without haste and dragged the girl in with him. Light on, door closed, and Skylar pressed up against the door so she had nowhere to run. The neon light flickered ominously above them as he crossed his arms in front of his chest and terrifyingly gazed at the girl.

“What is it that you want from me exactly?”

coded by weldherwings.