Sang: I know...you’re right. I just feel guilty about not knowing he existed until now. And that I won’t be part of his life for another five years. Although it seems like he’s doing just fine on his own.
Seok: I think that sounds like a wonderful idea, Naekkeo. *Smiles, leaning forward to rub the tips of their noses together. “I love you, Fuchsia.”
Older Seok: *Smiling back at the brunet in his arms, he pecked the tip of Fuchsia’s nose. I already forgot. Come on, why don’t we go for a little walk by the water?
Older Pierce: *Surprised by Adam’s blunt answer. ...this did not go the way I planned.
*Glancing over at Jules, she couldn’t help but watch him for a breif moment, admiring the way the sun hit his eyes and-
Older Pierce: 
*A rather large wave interrupted her thoughts, causing the teen to stumble into her partner clumsily. So much for looking cool...
*Ouija clenched her fists and bared her teeth at the man across from her. She didn’t care if he was the strongest person in the universe—no one treated her like that and got away with it.
*As the Director reached for his next shot, the woman smashed one of the bottles on the bar top. Still gripping the broken remains, Ouija drove the shards of glass down into the Director’s hand in one fluid motion, expecting him to scream and cry out for mercy.
*...except he didn’t.
*To her astonishment, and maybe even horror, he just stared at it in sheer and utter disappointment. Sighing at the slight inconvenience she’d brought upon him, Xan slowly and deliberately twisted the broken bottle free. He hardly seemed to notice the profuse bleeding that occurred afterward, too preoccupied in downing his sixth shot of the afternoon.
*Rising to his feet, he paused to scrutinize the woman he was towering over.
Director: You remind me of my daughter. She never listened either.
Ouija: *Scoffs. Is that supposed to make me feel bad?
*The Director shook his head and stood there, as if he were waiting for something. Furrowing her brows, Ouija eventually reached back to place her hand on Remi’s shoulder.
*It was a mistake.
*Before she could even get a word out, she felt the Director’s hand wind around her ponytail from behind. Using it as leverage, he yanked her head back and then slammed it forward in a swift, snapping motion. The first part caused her balance to slip—the second put her forehead through the edge of the counter.
*And as if that weren’t enough of a reason why she shouldn’t have questioned him, he reached down to pick her up off the floor by her hair and tied it to a knife he stabbed into the table. She was lucky he didn’t have a fan or a blender on hand or it would’ve been much, much worse.
Adult Pierce: “...did it just get really quiet in there?”
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