[attr="class","vitag"]Tae Seung Kyon

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They told her to take a break. [break][break]

A festival - or rather, a small celebration in favour of the new years and such - was thrown in the city; a large scale event that attracted the hundreds of people living in the area, pulling them to the brazing city lights. It was radiant, it was loud, it was glamorous (everything that she wasn't, why did she come here again?). Vivian was, by no means, someone who went out a lot. She was the textbook definition of an introvert; she got tired socializing. She loved meeting people, she loved making new friends, conversation and what not. But frankly, it was tiring when she went out to socialize. Sometimes she just liked her silence and her isolation; sometimes she just liked the comfort of her own room, and sometimes she just liked being kept to herself. Hence she sits at her desk during this event, more than content with probably staying home and preparing a dinner for the new years. Maybe a pleasant meal, both for herself and her now roommate. Er.. Suite mate? She still had time to get used to this, although she still found it nearly unbelievable how she was offered this room, no strings attached, no problem. [break][break]

Short and sweet; she felt indebted. Yet even with these festivities happening outside along with the soft flurry of snow falling from the sky, she hadn't planned to go out. In fact, she had gone out earlier that day, on her way back from the school to finish up marking the other students' works.. She was trying to be a diligent teacher but even when her situation was significantly better (better than a worn down apartment, she's been prone to assaults when she opened the door), she still couldn't find it in herself to take it easy (taking it easy didn't put the food on her plate). A petite, blue bag sits on the corner of her desk as her pen glides across the surface of the paper, violet eyes intently staring down the answers given on the test she had handed out only a few days ago. Her gaze lingers upon it as the tip of her ballpoint pen rests against the wooden desk. A soft hum escapes her lips as she uses the back of her pen to gently brush aside the blunt cut bangs from her eyes. "I wonder if he'll like it.." She softly ponders aloud, beginning to tap her chin gently with her pen. [break][break]

Her pondering is immediately interrupted upon hearing the knocking on her door, accompanied by an even louder (dare she say obnoxious) shout from beyond. Her ears jolt upwards and slowly begin to twitch on instinct, cat-slit eyes glancing towards the door from whence the sound came from. It was him again, she doesn't know anyone who could speak louder than her (but she's grateful; silent as she may be, she is grateful for his energy). Vivian slowly picks herself from the chair, slips on her slippers with her socks on and walks towards the door to open the doorknob. She expects to see a man towering over her as he looked down with an exaggerated energy and joy. She expects to see just that, but she doesn't expect to see him shirtless, of all things. Chest out, body with tasteful and carefully drawn on tattoos across him. It was difficult not to look; not when that's what she was literally thrown face first into. [break][break]

She didn't speak at first (there were no words to say, she wasn't used to seeing this man half dressed), only eyeing him for a short bit from the shock before immediately turning her head away to the side, bringing her hand up to carefully shield the side of her eyes and avert her gaze from him. "... Tae," She quietly starts after taking a deep breath to compose herself. "... Why aren't you wearing a shirt..?"

[attr="class","vitag"]Tae Seung Kyon

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"If you go around like that, you're going to catch a cold.." [break][break]

Truer words couldn't have been spoken that night. He was standing before her, showing off all of his bare glory in the flesh (literally speaking; and like that, she was speechless and without the words to retort). Rather, she maintains the averted gaze while quietly beginning to grumble incoherent Vietnamese, probably - most likely - in both her own distaste and embarrassment. After all, you don't expect to see a shirtless man outside of your hotel room door without prior notice. In her case, she doesn't expect to see.. Anyone in front of her door, except for one other person. Someone who still, made her heart flutter thinking about him. Someone who had been there for a long time, someone who kept her at ease and made her feel like she was there. Made her feel like she had a voice, made her feel like she was someone who existed (in all the wrong ways; her emotions are dead to him as he tramples over the grave). Hence why seeing Tae in front of her door, standing there and practically lifting his arm to flex his body off in front of her? It made her feel uncomfortable-- How was he so shameless? Or.. No, she knew how because she knew that he never minded the attention in the slightest. Had she known any better, she'd think that he was doing this to garner her attention above all else. [break][break]

Had she known, and she hadn't a clue.[break][break]

He was being as rambunctious and.. What was the word? Energetic was putting it lightly; he seemed more than excited to spend his time with her, like the one-sided conversation was injecting a sudden rush of limitless energy in the man. Despite his height and the overall physique of a grown man, she can't help but to compare him to a hyper and playful dog or a hyperactive puppy. On one hand, she found this energy exhausting. It was difficult for her to keep up the majority of the time, and yet she still found herself gravitating towards it and going with his flow - rapids, more like - which was.. Much more difficult than her usual calm. Again; it was tiring. Majority of the time, she liked to stay in her room all by her lonesome-- The dull, bland lifestyle she had and perhaps always will. However, although she has occasional bouts of those less than pleasant thoughts, that same energy was notoriously contagious; whether she liked it or not, she'd be laughing in the back of her mind. Honest; keen eyes would see how the woman passed a glance to him-- She found him endearing. [break][break]

Unfortunately, this man was the opposite of keen when it came down to these.. Sorts of emotions? That is, it's what she's heard from his siblings (she's unsure as to why they tell her this. Though she isn't oblivious, the questions in her mind circle until the edges stiffen and she's led to the centre of square one). "Please sto--" Her voice is soft as he's entertaining himself. Was he amused with the way he was acting? Was he amused with her reactions? Sometimes she couldn't tell, but she couldn't lie and say that she didn't appreciate his carefree demeanour even the slightest bit. The hyper and sun wasn't lost in this one, hence the sigh of "Oh lord.." under her breath as she maintains that narrow gaze to the side, away from him. Until he put on a damned shirt. [break][break]

She lets him ramble as he would like. One arm is kept down to her side whereas the other gently held onto her elbow. "Tae. Shirt, please." She was less timid; the usual flat tone that she spoke in spite of her attempts to suppress the utter embarrassment that this man put her through-- The embarrassment and internal suffering that he liked to throw her into face first, full speed ahead. Was she expecting any results from that request? No, this was Tae they were talking about. Mmn.. At this point, she was more worried about him getting sick, if anything. If it wasn't that, then it was going to be causing an issue to the other people in their rooms. What if they came out? What if they were put off? What if they were uncomfortable? That'd.. Be on her, because she knew how Tae would be act--[break][break]

”There’s gonna be stalls and shit. Sight to see, things to do- and there’s gonna be a firework show later tonight, too~. Think you’d be able to come with~?”[break][break]

"Eh?" Her eyes widen in subtle surprise. She needs a moment to register the request and though it wasn't all too audible in her tone, her expression made her shock transparent no matter how much she's tried hiding it. ".. A fireworks show, huh..?" She wanted to go. She's only ever seen fireworks from the tiny window in the cellar. She's only ever heard them from the distance, watching the colours scatter and the residue lights and sparks flickering out after their moment of brilliance. Of course she'd want to go. She would love to go--[break][break]

Bzzt. Bzzt. [break][break]

"Ah.. I.. I can't." No, there was someone else who demanded her attention. The sudden vibration in her pocket seemed to stop her from giving the response she wanted to give. "Christopher said that he.. Wanted to see me tonight. I don't want to keep him waiting later, either.."

[attr="class","vitag"]Tae Seung Kyon

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Needless to say, he wasn't going to take no for an answer. [break][break]

He wasn't amused; not when she spoke of Christopher and - to some degree - she knew that Tae didn't exactly like the man. For what reason, she doesn't know (or rather, she denies). Although she admits to spending time with the man more often than not, she both can't find it in her heart to say 'no' nor can she find it in her heart to brush the man aside. Vivian keeps one of her hands over the device for a brief moment of time, mulling over his words before ultimately shaking her head to him. Even in the face of his distaste, Vivian feels herself instinctively coiling back for a moment in a defensive manner; defensive from what? She knows that Tae's distaste for the man (or rather, she trusts) was justified. What she never understood was why he'd always feel unhappy whenever she mentioned him.[break][break]

Granted, anyone would be upset if their friend was pulled out last minute by someone she actually liked romantically. [break][break]

His latter words regarding Christopher and the amount of time he's taken from her day lingers in the air for a while, following the additional comments he made on her own expression. Who would she be lying to if she suddenly told him that she didn't want to go, and would rather see Christopher? Certainly not herself, because she loved that man unconditionally as she did. Yet even so, somewhere in there - the child that resided in her - was whining. She was begging to see the fireworks in person, at least once, and the person in front of her was more than open to taking her along with him even if she was a burden. "Even so.." She quietly starts. Her words trail off; what was she going to say? That Christopher was the one who set up the plans prior? That he had already made plans to come with her to see the fireworks? They they were going to go somewhere to eat, go on a date, talk and enjoy the evening like she's hoped for? [break][break]

Highly unlikely, and so her words trail and hang with silence. After a brief moment of debate in her mind and the weighing of pros and cons, her amethyst eyes glance upwards to the (shirtless) man before immediately looking away for the sake of decency (or because he was topless. No matter how many times he'd done it, she'll never grow accustomed nor comfortable). "..I.. I suppose this.. One night can't hurt." The words leave her lips hesitantly, but clear. Surely, Christopher will understand if she didn't come to see him this night around, yes? After all, she had set aside so much time for him in the past, and it would be rude for her to turn down Tae's invitation after he had gone out of his way to invite her out. [break][break]

It would also be a good time for her to give him the gift she's been debating over. [break][break]

"In that case.. You should probably put on your shirt before we go out. It's going to be a bit chilly.." He voice is soft amidst the usual icy and dull tone she gave-- However, with a slight nod, he would have caught the sight of a faint smile stretched across her lips with a softened gaze to accompany it. "I'll.. Just take a moment to get myself ready."

[attr="class","vitag"]Tae Seung Kyon

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This was going to be a change. [break][break]

She already knew that it was. There were few times where she would actually be going out with a man asides from the one who held her heart (under a lock and key, never letting it go to other men. It'd be romantic if not for the context), so she didn't.. Exactly know how she should be feeling about this? Should she feel like she were betraying him? No, there was nothing to betray in the first place. She had no obligation towards him. She made no promises (none that he had kept in the first place) so, surely, it would be okay for her to enjoy herself, yes? Enjoy herself with someone else. Enjoy herself with a friend, watch the fireworks, enjoy herself at some stalls - she was allowed this much, right? [break][break]

If she asked him, he'd say yes. [break][break]

Even when she disagreed with him, he'd always jump back in and try to convince her otherwise. In spite of all his indecent glory, she couldn't help but to give him a faint gaze of fondness - one could even say it was one of endearment. What did she, of all people, do to deserve someone this kind as a friend? She asks this to herself time and time again, but always came to full circle and never quite figured it out. In all of his spastic glory, she still couldn't wrap her head around why he of all people would want to hang around her so often? Even then, why would he go out of his way for her? If there was anything she's learned from being PAFF... It was the fact that he's said he liked someone? If that were the case, shouldn't he be spending more of his time on that woman? Instead of her, when the one holding the interest would misunderstand..? She still found it difficult to understand. [break][break]

Before she could voice any of those questions, he immediately gave her that usual smile after pulling down his face mask. Did she resist looking down at his.. Bare chest? Yes, she did, because his eyes were up there. It was already indecent for her to stare, and even more shameful of her considering that she was already with someone (with, if you consider her being the side woman as being with someone). "... Mmn." She gives him gentle nod, keeping note to keep her damn eyes on his, before slowly beginning to close the door and get herself ready. "I'll be sure to knock when I'm ready. Or.. I could send you a text..?"