•Adomania
The sense that the future is coming sooner than before
"You make me want to break down everything I've worked for," he said as he back away from the girl.
"Then tear it all down and build what you want," she said lunging forward and grabb...
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Chaerin had come back from work.
Seonghwa and her had taken a small mission to set ablaze a local secret police building. Their system was extremely corrupt, as they targeted anybody who they didn't view the same as them or less. It made Chaerin sick.
She ripped off her black hoodie to leave only a cropped T-shirt on. She kept the black sweatpants and kicked off her boots. She ripped out her ponytail, her bleached light brown hair falling to sit a little below her shoulders.
Then she registered the TV being on, the room completely dark as she made her way to find the culprit.
There was Yeosang, sleeping on the couch as the news was pulled up to the police building that was ablaze. His head was bent awkwardly to the side as legs dangled off the sofa.
Chaerin sighed before picking the remote off of his thigh and placing it down on the coffee table that had scratched all over it from the boys. She then held his shoulders and started leaning him down onto the pillow, until his head lulled back at an even more awkward position.
She froze as his breathing sharpened.
He lifted his head groggily to see Chaerin frozen, still holding his shoulders.
"I'm so sorry," she said as he smiled, his eyes tired as he looked at her.
"It's fine," he said, "I was waiting till you got home. I want to... I didn't see any evidence you got out of there."
"As there shouldn't be any," she smiled as Yeosang moved his body so she could sit down.
Chaerin yawned, Yeosang quickly yawning after her, both falling into a delirious fit of giggles as they were both extremely tired.
"Guess you're not a sociopath," she said leaning her head on his shoulder.
"Oh and how would you know," he said looking down at her.
"Because people who are sociopaths don't yawn after watching someone yawn," she giggled as she looked up at him.
He smiled as he scanned her face.
He did say there was some semblance to Mingi, like how they had the same eyes, almost the same nose except hers was smaller. They also had the same... lips.
He let his eyes freeze when he looked at hers, they were less chapped, more red, but that was probably from the cut she was currently sporting.
"Your lip's split," Yeosang muttered as he raised his other arm to wipe the blood off.
Chaerin didn't say anything except let her eyes follow his.
His thumb froze on her bottom lip, his hand already cupping her cheek.
"If this was just an excuse to hold my face-"
Yeosang leaned forward, Chaerin spluttering on her words.
"Chaerin are you home," Mingi's booming voice interrupted, Yeosang immediately kicking Chaerin off the couch, Chaerin's back hitting the floor with a thud.
"Oh my fucking god," Yeosang before letting out a small giggle. "Are are you ok?!"
Yeosang laughed as Mingi came to the living room.
"Do I want to know what just happened," he said as he looked at his sister about to hit Yeosang with a dog magazine while he laughed and frantically asked if she was ok.
"ID RATHER YOU NOT!"
Yeosang ran past Mingi and up the stairs, the taller male quickly grabbing his sister who was about to go in for the kill.
"Down tiger," he said lifting the girl upside down, "let's get the child to bed."
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