#yuna ft. joonho.

[fadinglights]

yuna  is  accustomed  to  manipulating  others  to  carry  out  her  bidding,  but  this  situation  is  unfamiliar  to  her.  someone  going  to  such  great  lengths  to  help  her,  even  without  her  asking  for  it.  "  —  where?"  she  isn't  entirely  sure  if  he  would  still  have  an  appetite  after  the  events  of  the  night,  but  perhaps  he  is  more  skilled  at  handling  such  matters  than  she  had  realised.  "hmm,  yeah."  she  absentmindedly  nods  when  he  checks  on  her,  her  response  far  from  convincing  as  her  thoughts  scatter  in  all  directions.  it  takes  another  moment  before  her  focus  returns  to  him  and  her  tone  becomes  more  earnest.  "i  owe  you  one."

The eye roll brought a smirk out of Joonho. It wasn't like he enjoyed taking care of particular problems. But given his family history, it came a little easier. "Oh, you know. Why the sky is blue and the grass is green..." Between the teasing and the quick transition in conversation, he figured Yuna might still be a little freaked out. She could be difficult to read from time to time. And as far as he could remember, this was the first he had handled a problem for her. "I could go for some drinks. Maybe some food." He wasn't necessarily hungry but the option was there in case she was. "That place on, uh..." Joonho tried to recall the street before looking back to Yuna. "You're okay, right?"

[fadinglights]

"no  one."  yuna  responds,  rolling  her  eyes  at  his  irksome  attempt  to  imitate  her.  can  he  really  blame  her  for  panicking  when  it's  a  crime  far  from  what  she's  accustomed  to?  her  weapon  of  choice  is  deception,  not  daggers  or  guns.  "know  about  what?"  she  counters,  finally  deciding  to  go  along  with  his  approach.  "  —  have  you  had  dinner? or  would  you  like  a  drink?"  she  asks  abruptly,  almost  catching  herself  off  guard.  it's  the  least  she  can  offer  as  a  thank  you  for  his  hard  work,  though  she  can’t  imagine  anyone  can  still  have  an  appetite  after  that. 

"Hm? Looking for who?" Joonho furrowed his brow. His eyes averted to Yuna's tapping fingers before he gave way to a smirk, gesturing to her stance. "What's with all the..." He imitated her, perching a hand on his own waist while flicking the remainder of his cigarette to the ground. "Is this your way of saying you're worried? The less you know, the better."

[fadinglights]

yuna  purses  her  lips,  trying  to  process  the  overwhelming  amount  of  information  she  received  in  such  a  short  time.  admittedly,  she  hadn't  thought  through  her  predicament  thoroughly  enough  when  she  told  joonho  about  it.  "i  didn't  expect  your  methods  to  be  so...  final."  she  says  at  last,  her  palms  resting  on  her  waist,  the  tapping  of  her  fingers  revealing  her  nerves.  "what  if  someone  comes  looking  for  him?"

open to: anyone! muse: Joonho (or Jordan), he/him, 31 years old. (Son of a crime boss.)

"Don't look at me like that." For fuck's sake, he couldn't even smoke in peace. "You said you had a problem. I handled it." Joonho stepped off to the side a bit, giving them more room but also trying to gauge their true reaction. "It's a little too late for regrets, if that's what you're here for."

[itsacriime]

The eye roll brought a smirk out of Joonho. It wasn't like he enjoyed taking care of particular problems. But given his family history, it came a little easier. "Oh, you know. Why the sky is blue and the grass is green..." Between the teasing and the quick transition in conversation, he figured Yuna might still be a little freaked out. She could be difficult to read from time to time. And as far as he could remember, this was the first he had handled a problem for her. "I could go for some drinks. Maybe some food." He wasn't necessarily hungry but the option was there in case she was. "That place on, uh..." Joonho tried to recall the street before looking back to Yuna. "You're okay, right?"

"no  one."  yuna  responds,  rolling  her  eyes  at  his  irksome  attempt  to  imitate  her.  can  he  really  blame  her  for  panicking  when  it's  a  crime  far  from  what  she's  accustomed  to?  her  weapon  of  choice  is  deception,  not  daggers  or  guns.  "know  about  what?"  she  counters,  finally  deciding  to  go  along  with  his  approach.  "  —  have  you  had  dinner? or  would  you  like  a  drink?"  she  asks  abruptly,  almost  catching  herself  off  guard.  it's  the  least  she  can  offer  as  a  thank  you  for  his  hard  work,  though  she  can’t  imagine  anyone  can  still  have  an  appetite  after  that. 

[itsacriime]

"Hm? Looking for who?" Joonho furrowed his brow. His eyes averted to Yuna's tapping fingers before he gave way to a smirk, gesturing to her stance. "What's with all the..." He imitated her, perching a hand on his own waist while flicking the remainder of his cigarette to the ground. "Is this your way of saying you're worried? The less you know, the better."

yuna  purses  her  lips,  trying  to  process  the  overwhelming  amount  of  information  she  received  in  such  a  short  time.  admittedly,  she  hadn't  thought  through  her  predicament  thoroughly  enough  when  she  told  joonho  about  it.  "i  didn't  expect  your  methods  to  be  so...  final."  she  says  at  last,  her  palms  resting  on  her  waist,  the  tapping  of  her  fingers  revealing  her  nerves.  "what  if  someone  comes  looking  for  him?"