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Every night, at 23:11, he walks in with poise, clad in all black as if dressed for someone's funeral; he buys two bottles of bleach and leaves without saying a word. His presence is cold, and his eyes are lost in t...
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January 12th 2019, Thursday 23:45
DAY TWELVE [M]
"Can you stop moving around, please!" Deiji softly yells at him.
"Well," he winces, "I'm sorry, my little daisy, but it really hurts." Grunting against her ear, he repositions himself to lean back on the back seat of the car.
With the sound of clothes shuffling, Deiji gasps, feeling his hand tighten on her thigh. He could catch a glimpse of her parted lips; smirking at the reaction he elicited from her. Deiji mumbles incoherently in her mind and pushes it away; focusing on the task at hand.
"That was unnecessary, you know." she adds, "he didn't deserve it, and I could've fended myself off."
"You." Yunho hisses, "you could've stood your ground while an inebriate fool was trying to rob you?"
"Yeah..." she sighs, "god, you're a grown man who gets in trouble with drunks for whatsoever reason at all."
"The reason is overt." He tightens his grip on Deiji's thigh; causing her to glance up at him. His eyes glow dark with a glint of sin, and she gasps yet again. "And..."
The passing time drags on and he leans in to whisper in her ear, "you should watch what you say, little daisy. You wouldn't want that mouth of yours full, would you?"
Deiji, flustered, looks away; she casts her eyes on the empty parking lot outside, watching the cold fog of winter breeding with the winds that blow harsh. The frigid weather gave her more of a reason to be in the car with him; she was straddling his lap, legs on either side of him and cleaned out the cut he procured on his forehead because of what happened a couple moments before.
It was a seemingly calm and a routined day for Deiji, she was at her night shift as she always is. In the back of her mind she would always be prepared for the customers that visited the store at night; this night, however, she met with a stubborn drunk who constantly bugged her to empty the cash register for him. Frightened to the demanding threats, and a broken glass bottle in man's hand, Deiji almost gave in to it. Though, the timing remained impeccably in favour of hers; it was then when her knight in shining armour barged into the store. A quick brawl between the two soon broke out — it didn't last long — however, it ended up with the drunk being apprehended by the cops and Yunho getting hurt in the useless skirmish. So to make it up to him; she decided to treat him for the wound on his forehead.
"You've got quite the audacity to say that." Deiji mutters under breath, swiping the rolled up cotton swab over his cut.
"What," Yunho gawks, taken back. "I live by my words. Don't test me, little daisy."
