breezeblocks – alt-j ♡

— eat. — seongje said as he placed a plate of some fastfood at the table.

he flopped on a coach across from you, lighting a cigarette. neither of you really wanted to eat nor to be here at all. you joined union a month ago in a sharp need of money, but quickly became not only their favorite minion but an object of seongje's keen interest.

— well, aren't you going to..? — he said, clearly annoyed, but still tried to keep calm knowing you hated his temper. — ungrateful bitch

he took the plate away, throwing it somewhere on the floor

— well, don't them feed you at home poorly, huh? should we cut off your earnings? maybe then you'll learn some goddamn respect to your superiors