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INSU

he still thinks that it’s ridiculous that just a few days prior, he would have prioritised the cleanliness of his shoes over the well being of his sister. would’ve found that it was more worthwhile in feeding his hounds at home than to feed his sister any of his sympathy, found that his two dogs would serve him more loyalty than his own sister. a sister who would always rub it into his face how badly he’s behaving, how terribly he’s doing and how he should try harder to be nicer to their father and campaign manager without understanding a single thing. and even if she tried to be nice in her approach, it still irked him the way his sister sat on her high horse with her head so far up their father’s ass that it made her delusional as to think this family was salvageable.

“could you imagine if yuna started acting like me to the jung’s? horrifying.” he can’t help but add, lets a smirk grace at his corners as he spoke, shaking his head. rather enjoying the imaginative piece though, knows full well that the worst his sister could do was wear her shoes indoors over at the jung’s home. a brother could dream. but their father looked unimpressed, seemed a little confused as to why his disobedient, sister hating son was suddenly so bluntly defending her. “don’t worry father, i still very much dislike yuna— sometimes it’s just hard seeing someone shove their head so far up your ass without getting any recognition is disheartening.” he adds in response to his father’s suspicious looks and accusatory words of poisoning yuna against him, words asking of what insu had told his sister or had hung over his sister’s head to make them both side with one another. “i told you, it’s disheartening to see. i’m not heartless, you know.” rolling his eyes.

and he agrees that the only reason the jung’s were in compliance with their family still was because yuna was getting along with them so well— he doesn’t expect anything less coming from his suck up sister. “better watch yourself dad, don’t disinherit the wrong person and fuck up your chess game.” insu warns his father, receiving a scowl to be aimed at him. “yeah, and listen— i’ll even do the whole interview bullshit and talk about how great of a dad you are for giving me the visitation rights and how i’ve rehabilitated. peace and love, no drugs just hugs— all that shit too.” he adds with a shrug.

the campaign manager seems to be buying into his bargaining, seeing as the way she would gently tap their father on the knuckle like some sort of morse code. his gaze is drawn to their campaign manager before falling to her tapping digit, she catches his gaze and pulls back hurriedly— a smirk tugs at his corners. “i’ll even get married to whoever the fuck my options are.” he adds, determined to get his visitations rights, turning to his sister. “wouldn’t it be funny if our fiancé’s end up eloping?” an exaggerated laugh leaving him.

"i don't think anyone can act like you do besides yourself, insu." yuna rolls her eyes with her brother's comment, not being able to picture it even herself. after all, her brother does know how to be a menace whether he's even trying or not and even if yuna tried follow her brother's steps into the path of malice, she doubts she'd able to pull even half of the things that he does. besides, there's also the factor that sometimes— just sometimes mrs jung reminds yuna of their mother, how warm and welcoming she is even though yuna isn't engaged to her son out of love, how she treats her son. mrs jung makes the law student wonder if this is what would be like if her own mom didn't end up sick, if she was the one sat on this dinner table instead of the campaign manager.

that's something that she wished she had the opening to talk to insu about with the certainty that he wouldn't react badly, accusing yuna of treating their mom like she's replaceable. the youngest lee wanted to be able to drop by insu's estate after a family dinner with euijin's family, to cry over the bittersweetness that threatened to overwhelm her because she misses their mom, misses the what if she wasn't sick, because mrs jung treating her so well makes her yearn for something that she once had but is unattainable now. but she knows that as much as insu is more open towards her these days, they still aren't there yet— maybe they never even will.

"maybe i'm just tired of not being recognized." she says when insu is accused of poisoning her against her own father or that he's somehow blackmailing her in taking his sides. "and i'm not taking sides, i never did." even though yuna sort of is, even though she sort of did and the law student does send a quick glance to her brother in a warning for him to keep quiet because she's almost sure that he's going to point out that she has always taken sides, just not his. "i'm just pointing out the most reasonable option like i've always had." because that's how the oldest lee has always seen it, assuming that yuna was taking the most reasonable and right path which collided with the one her dad took also took.

but of course now that her opinion didn't collide with the lee insik then he was less willing to admit that she's the second most level headed person in the table, only losing the candidate himself and it shows in how, as much as he has yet to point out a single con of handing insu the visitation rights, instead simply offending his children. "we've presented you with a list of pros to why giving insu mom's visitation rights is a good idea and you have yet to counterargue against it."

and then she can't avoid how her heart tightens with the idea of euijin marrying someone else, of him choosing someone that isn't her even though yuna knows that it isn't fair, that they aren't in this engagement out of love and maybe if they had met through other ways then they wouldn't be interested in each other, then euijin wouldn't have any reasons to be as nice to her as he is. yuna has no right to feel this... jealous and against the idea of euijin in a relationship with someone else. "yeah, that's—" though she sounds stiff, uncomfortable, takes her a pause an awkward clear of throat before giving a not so convinced laugh. "very funny, very— uh— fitting, i suppose."

yuna hopes that this once— just this once her brother won't point it out, won't question her or look too much into it and find the truth because she isn't ready to talk to him about it, to have him realize her feelings and once again make fun of her for it since only someone stupid would fall in love when in an arranged relationship.

#kcrtia #( * muse:yuna )#( * insu | 002 )#( * thread )#the way i had to check if it was euijin or euijun that was yuna's fiance #🤡

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#( * muse:yuna )

KHAI

normality, not something that khai is used to, not when it comes to his relationship with his brother. an incessant need, perpetuating from his insatiable desire to outdo his brother, to be the outstanding representative of their family. khai had built everything from the ground up, had crafted a career out for himself with the years and years of self discipline, though his brother might disagree. the mistake that he learns at too young of an age, having entrusted his errors, miscalculating his schemes and seeking his brother for help. a tennis racquet raised above his head, beating his rival teammate to the ground- shattering bones, major organs that become punctured by broken ribs, accompanied by bloodied digits that curl into his palms.

and his brother is the first point of contact, asking how he should dispose of the body, how to hide the evidence and how to make it seem like an accident if discoverable. his brother ensures him that it wouldn’t be necessary, that the body wouldn’t even be found to begin with for an investigation to take place. khai sits back feeling reassured and it’s not the last time he asks his brother for the same help. seeking assistance over the years, until he became good enough to hide the bodies himself, until he didn’t need to ask so much.

khai built everything from the ground up, except for the experience that he lacks when it came to their family business. but even with that, oddity paints their pairing well. “sloppy?” khai repeats after his brother, hard to hide the laugh that escapes from his lips. finding it humorous in kahi’s words that the older thought princess diana’s murder was sloppy, considering they haven’t even been caught even after all these years. but then again, khai could agree that technology has improved since then, that with the capability of today’s forensic study, that it would be a lot harder to get away with. so he settles, settles with a lingering chuckle. “whatever you say, brother.”

khai lets himself settle back in his seat, “why not?” khai has always had interest in the politician’s son, that this hypothetical son used to the image of empowerment, one of rebellion- a kind of liberty that shone through even in the most restricting atmosphere. he saw the politician’s son as a beacon of light amidst the tunnel of misery, lacklustre and cornered into an eternal loading screen of spirals. then suddenly, he shattered the illusion. he became everything khai hated, became everything khai didn’t want to see him become- a disappointment in the eyes of someone who saw so much potential in the older. then, there was his brother, the interest he showed in the politician’s son, the protective nature that was not hard to spot, despite his brother’s tough exterior- makes it all the more glorious to delve into.

his brother emphasising his name, brows raising in response as only a smirk presses against his countenance. nodding as his brother tells him to wait a moment. and it’s not hard to see that his brother was clearly attempting to hide something, contrary to his own beliefs of how good of an actor he is, that he wasn’t. “should i relocate.” he mocks his brother’s voice as the other speaks, then he hears that his brother was going to be on his way- a sigh leaving him in response, prepared to bid his brother farewell, waving.

“we’re?” he repeats, making sure that he had heard right, a brow raising, retrieving his wave. khai wasn’t exactly feeling like having a private vacation with just his brother, doesn’t think that it’s the right time considering he was only just getting into the talk of killing insu. family stuff. now that sounded exciting, getting up from his seat as he follows suit, “this isn’t you trying to isolate me and killing me off to eliminate competition as heir, is it?” he jokes, his tone too sarcastic to convey any truth. “was that dad? or… mum?”

kahi holds back a heavy sigh with the level of sass that khai throws back at him, getting this close to kicking his younger brother under the table only because he's sure that the other would take that as a competition and probably make a scene in the middle of the restaurant. after all, he knows the competitive side of his younger brother a little too well and khai has yet to learn the concept of chilling out. instead — and maybe, just maybe it's also because kahi is unable to raise any sort of violence against the other even when it's something as harmless and playful as a nudge under the table, something that most brothers wouldn't blink an eye at doing it with each other. so the older kang resigns himself into pressing his lips into a displeased line.

but kahi can't help the soft snort that escapes his lips when khai insinuates that this is all a big plan to eliminate the "competition" to being the next head of the family. “caught me.” he deadpans, holding back on the urge to clarify further that it’d be easier for khai to come up with a plan like that — and honestly, in all honesty, kahi wouldn’t be surprised if someday he woke up, as one of his brother’s victims — than the older kang himself, but he suspects that at this point the other knows that he’s too soft to really come up with something like that or at least to actually go through with it anyway.

"dad." he answers, getting into the car that is ready for them, wouldn’t be surprised if their driver was already informed of their destination. a part of him thinking that he wished it was their mother instead. of course that mom kang was as involved in the business as their dad, however when their mother asked for their help in the business it was always something much lighter than when it's their father on the other side of the phone. he still remembers the first time when the oldest kang summoned him to assist in the family business, how he ended up with a gun on his hand and a bleeding man at his feet when he was just fifteen, how things only got worse from there. "something about a ruined negotiation." and that's as far as their father was willing to share over the phone when they were still in the middle of a crowded restaurant.

at least khai has always seem overly interested in the illegal part of their family, probably being more interested in becoming the next head of the family than kahi himself — though, honestly, he was never that interested in the position and is mostly following what he thinks is what he was raised to do; being the next boss in the kang mafia is just part of his duty as the oldest son of his father, nothing more and nothing less —, so it isn’t that hard to convince the other to come with him, especially when— “be prepared to look mean and maybe throw some punches.” nevermind that khai seemed to always be prepared to look mean and definitely throw some punches, the real trick will most likely avoid khai killing someone. “i don’t think anyone will need to die,” or that’s what kahi wants to avoid anyway. after all, dealing with corpses and murders are always a pain in the ass. “just get reminded how to do their job right.”

#jayvng #( * muse:kahi )#( * khai | 001 )#( * thread )

INSU

he acknowledges her question by the mere raise of his brow and nothing more, doesn’t want to give in to the illusion that he was once stupid enough to let someone in to view all the vulnerable spots he had. to be as stupid as to allow someone, anyone the privilege that was the inner working of a broken insu— how foolish he was to expect anything else in return. “yep.” hues widening slightly with distaste, “not a pleasant experience, do not recommend.” and it has been almost a decade since he has managed to let a second person in, to let someone see anything but the blackmailing maniac, that was his reputation.

“there’s a plethora of dubious documents, many of which the campaign manager actually keeps on our father’s behalf.” he adds, wonders if his sister was aware, wonders if it irks her the same way it does him when he had found out. that his own father, would rather give possession of important paperwork to an outsider of all people, over his own son. ridiculous but he also understands why, also sees why his father doubts in his own son. insu doesn’t exactly make it easy for the older man to trust him, not after all the shenanigans that he has created over the years of the campaign.

“and that’s exactly why your still dad’s little bitch.” he huffs under his breath, couldn’t help the way that he felt as though her comment about him being the better blackmailer had a negative connotation to her words. felt as though she was indirectly threatening him, though, it was the only thing that had bought what little freedom he had from their father. “you know, blackmailing him was the only thing that let me move out and have some level of freedom. you should try it, maybe get off that fucked up high horse for once.” rolling his eyes, trying his best to guise the annoyance that bleeds from his words. his sister always thinking that she was better than him because she was the better person, that her moral compass worked better than him, that just because she was making things work— that she was the golden example of the lees. but then, he also finds her annoying in the way that she would complain about not having freedom or choice when she does little to gain it, what a fucking joke.

and maybe it’s his lack of understanding of the situation, only knowing his own like the true narcissist that he is. but it doesn’t matter, it doesn’t change anything.

“that’s fucked up that you conditioned yourself to love him.” a chuckle leaving him, pitying his sister more than anything, glad that he wasn’t as sentimental and soft hearted as she. then, his expression changes when she says that their father had laid on his hands on her technically once, “what?” a frown creases against his forehead, doubts that it was truly nothing. that even when their father was mad at him, that punches were thrown, mugs were thrown, degrading words of every kind were thrown— but he never suspected their father to do the same to yuna. though, he wouldn’t be surprised, if anything— he would be increasingly disgusted.

“it’s fine?” he reiterates, “are you fucking dumb?” features warped by the disbelief from his sister’s words, “are you hearing yourself right now? it’s fine? you’re fine? no one in this family is ever just fine, yuna.” his frown growing more prominent, “dad and i get into fist fights, he throws glass at me, threatens to kill me and holds a knife to my face but i’m me.” it made sense because insu gave their father every reason to react in such a way, but never yuna, considering how obedient she is. “and you’re nothing like me, i’m sure the worst thing you’ve ever done is ask for some extra ice cream.” a scoff leaving him, “that’s fucked up. dad’s fucked up.” he concludes.

yuna watches her brother with certain curiosity and also a little surprised that he isn't just changing topics, shutting her down violently because she's obviously poking a still raw wound and obviously that insu would react with aggression— not like their father who chooses physical violence, but with sharp words that hurt as much as any slap would. but still the youngest lee doesn't push her luck, simply nods quietly to the answer that insu gives to her no matter how curious she's about the whole thing— wonders about what is the exact story between that friendship that seemed to have such a bitter ending, that managed to get such a reaction from her seemingly always apathetic and mocking brother.

the law student sighs then, because she knows exactly what insu is talking about and as much as he understood to some extend why their father would trust the campaign manager with such documents — after all, she' sure that's part of that woman's job —, it doesn't mean that yuna doesn't get a little annoyed about the knowledge that their father seems to trust her than his own daughter— the daughter that he groomed and trimmed to the mold that he wanted since she was a kid. "don't remind me, please." she sighs. "but at least she seems to trust me." which is a small mercy. the campaign manager has her guard down enough around yuna to let her see the documents if she asks for them, or maybe it's just because the older woman is so eager to be accepted by the most reasonable of the lee children.

"i'll deal with it my own way." is the answer that she huffs back, already feeling standoff-ish with the way that insu talks to her like he knew everything, like it was so easy to blackmail their father to get crumbles of freedom, like he didn't know that yuna was the one who needed to be kept in a leash just so mr. rebel could go around flaunting his cause and causing havoc to at least 80% of the high society. yuna almost feels tempted to rub at insu's face all the times that he saved his ass because she bowed her head to their father instead, but then the law student is decent enough to know that this is a low move, that no one forced her to do what she did so insu doesn't owe her gratitude or anything really. she did what she did because she wanted to so now she needs to grit her teeth and bear with the consequences of it herself.

however she doesn't grit her teeth and bear with it when insu calls her dumb like— "then what else am i supposed to be?" and maybe yuna puts the half empty mug on the coffee table a little too harshly, all the pent up frustration and other feelings that she always swallows down leaking into that gesture. "should i be sad? or angry? should i be upset? should i cry?" she scowls, feeling angry tears filling her eyes but she blinks them away. "and then what? do you really think that would make things better? that that is the solution for everything? do you think candidate lee would stop everything and comfort his daughter?" if she opens up about her feelings, about how much his hurtful words sting and affect her. the whole concept makes her scowl even harder— scoff at the idea because they both know that their father would only order yuna to wake up from whatever fairy tale she was living in and put up with reality the way it was.

"are you going to comfort me? look at you being cute." she raises her eyebrows and it's her turn to adopt a mocking tone with hints of incredibility, just like insu does with her whenever she says something that he thinks is incredibly dumb, followed by a poison dripping coo. maybe yuna was simply being naive again, thinking that at least that would be something that insu would understand, would just get that there are certain feelings that they can't afford when you're in their kind of family, especially ever since they basically lost their mother or maybe— maybe this is insu's very fucked up way of comforting her, of validating her feelings, of reminding her that what their father does isn't ok, maybe she should consider it as some sort of character development that her brother at least isn't blaming her for getting that slap.

that thought alone almost makes her scoff again, yuna should just know better at this point than to expect that sort of thing from insu, to delude herself into thinking that maybe he cares for her, that he always did just in a not convenient manner. she didn't have time for those thoughts, couldn't afford to have them because she still needs to get things done, to go to every gala party and smile like she isn't slowly dying inside. that's just how things are, that's how they've always been.

"it wasn't ice cream." yuna catches herself correcting insu, perhaps because the dam has already been broken anyway. "i said no— to the engagement, i said no." and then tried her best to backtrack from that, to offer other solutions that didn't involve her tying herself up to some stranger just for the benefit of a father that never cared for her, but it was useless anyway, the same way that it's useless to tell the rest of the story because insu can definitely infere the rest anyway, how they're talking about the one time that she got hit by their dad, how she ended up engaged anyway.

"just go on," yuna sighs, the fight that has come with her small outburst leaving her all at once especially when she knows that insu must have something to say about it, to call her stupid for whatever reason that might come up in his head and honestly she's just tired, too tired to let the insults that she knows are coming sink under skin, too tired to argue back, just too tired. "just say what you have to say because i'm tired and just want to go to bed now."

#kcrtia #( * muse:yuna )#( * insu | 001 )#( * thread )

AERI

she smiles, appreciates his kindness and gesture in wanting to drop her off at her friends house. it would cut back on her having to carry around a load of stuff and walking ten minutes from campus to euijun’s place, a little blessed that the other lived so close to campus and a little envious that she didn’t have the same blessings. the hour that she had to spend travelling to and from campus was enough to make her feel a little tired, even prior to making it into class but the hopeful thought that maybe one day after she finally graduates, breaking through the poverty mould that was built for her family bloodline. the thought alone, keeps her motivated, motivated enough to take public transport for an hour or so, even if half the time— she’s met with weird perverts.

she nods at his question, a prompt, “yes and you probably paid them to say that too.” doe eyes? it takes her a moment to inspect his features with a side glance to make out the likeness, “oh, i see it… if i squint hard enough…” she jokes back, returning the playful tone, no malice behind her words. she lets out a contemplative hum before settling on an answer, “then— i’d have to say… dogs.” decides instead to go to the polar opposite of what he had previously assumed to be her favourite, decides that she likes to confuse him and maybe she’ll switch it up in the future and name her pet after him, out of spite.

cats reminded her too much of the stray that used to come around their house every morning, too early for the sun to yet rise but still a little too late for it to be pitch black. remembers the way the cat would purr so gently against her hand, ruffling up against her arm as she would feed it what little food she managed to muster up the day before. though, after a few months, the gods had decided that she wasn’t worthy of having a stray as precious as that, decides that the stray deserved to be struck by lightning. and she ends up finding the poor stray’s body by her house the following day. the thought alone makes her so upset that she visibly pouts for a moment, subtle sigh leaving her.

when he mentions having used to draw, her features light up again in slight excitement, having discovered something common between them, glancing over at him, “oh, you do have hobbies.” she adds, “i’m sure you’re great.” offers him a sincere smile, knowing that most artists never fall in love with their work because they’re always the first to see their own flaws instead of the overall beauty of their masterpiece. “you have to play me something, then.” she speaks a little too eagerly, excited that she potentially might’ve found another guitarist to add to her limited list of friends.

she wasn’t expecting for him to offer to go to the art festival with her, wasn’t expecting for him to offer to go together, and it catches her off guard. was almost certain that he was just going to shrug off her idea or end up going with one of his other rich friends instead. “i’ll have to cancel tomorrow with my other boyfriends then.” she jokes, certain that euijun would rather spend the much needed time on training anyway and that her brother would also rather spend it studying for his upcoming exams. “i’ll see you tomorrow on campus then? i’ll meet you outside the library in the morning.” she offers, would rather they meet on campus than anywhere else.

she’s a little sceptical on how much he’s selling the ice cream as being the best ever but doesn’t doubt that it’ll be great either way. her love for ice cream has no bounds and she would be willing to give up one of her kidneys if it meant she could have an infinite supply of ice cream. taking the cup with both hands as he hands it to her, gaze glistening a little too brightly as she stares at the ice cream looking a little too aesthetic in her cup, a quiet “…woah.” leaving her. and, he’s asking her before she could even take a bite, taking a spoon to her lips, immediately feeling all the prior scepticism melting away along with the pistachio ice cream. “woah.” more audible this time, “it is amazing.” she nods, enthusiastically.

“hey, were you serious about going to the art festival together tomorrow?” glancing over at him, as she takes another bite of ice cream, not wanting to cancel plans with euijun and her brother if it turned out that jungkook was only joking. “and when you said you used to draw, what was your art style?” taking more interest in him than she had initially thought she would be, “we should draw something together and enter the art competition.” she adds, “i think the prize this year are tickets to somewhere— you probably don’t need them, but i could use them.” she could always use some free tickets to go on an excursion elsewhere, whether it be to the aquarium or to tokyo or versailles.

"do you have a license?" jungkook asks, already planning to buy aeri a car if she has one so he doesn't have to worry about her taking public transportation when he isn't around, either because he's busy with some family appointment or because she doesn't want him to find out where she lives — nevermind that jungkook finds that sort of cute, because if he really wanted, he could find out her address no matter if she gave it to him or not, but the samsung heir is going to respect her privacy if that's what she wants. and well, if aeri doesn't, then he'll have her getting one and then he'll give her the car anyway, completely ignoring the possibility that aeri could reject it, doesn't see why she would.

he still tries to keep the affronted expression on his face when aeri accuses him again of paying people to compliment him in mainstream media, though honestly if he was paying them to call him handsome, jungkook would at least ask them to get a little more creative, because the whole speech of doe eyes and whatever else they were saying was just getting old. "shouldn't you just be happy that you baited the country's most eligible bachelor?" he tuts instead of trying to defend himself again, trying to sound clipped but it doesn't work when the words out of his mouth are so absurd, when he's also clearly trying to hold back a smirk while pinching one of her cheeks, because that's easier than acknowledging her compliment about his art, either his sketches or his guitar playing skills.

it isn't like jungkook thinks that aeri is only saying that to be nice, doesn't think that she's that kind of person, but he can't help but have that kind of reaction, of feelings when his artsy hobbie has been downgraded by his parents and even a couple of other people around him for as long as jungkook kept it, so it's just easier to simply not hold them too close to his heart, to face it with apathy and teasing aversion. "yeah, maybe next time." he agrees regardless, though jungkook also knows that next time won't come. "but only if you stop bullying me." he says with an obviously amused smile, showing that his words aren't serious, though that's also an excuse to use to avoid actually having to play for aeri or even show his sketches that are long forgotten in some corner of his room.

the samsung heir huffs at the idea of aeri having other boyfriends, something ugly twisting in his chest but he shrugs it off as his possessive nature instead of it having anything to do particularly with the other. besides, he's almost sure that she doesn't have any other boyfriends, has never seen her with other boys and honestly she doesn't seem like the type who would accept jungkook's arrangement if she was dating someone else. "yes, tell them that you're going out with the rich one." because jungkook at least has money as a redeemable quality. "maybe you should even break up with them. what is the good if they're poor?" and in the end, jungkook nods anyway— confirming them meeting in campus. "sure, if that's what you wanna do." he doesn't push it if she doesn't want him to pick up at her home or even at her friend's.

jungkook grins when aeri seems to like his ice cream, proud and a little smug— like a child who is proud for being right. "told you. i have great taste." and now he's regretting a little not getting a second spoon to steal some of the ice cream for himself, not being able to help but look at the sweet treat with what could be called puppy eyes and ends up getting a little distracted and that's why it takes him a moment to register what aeri is asking. "ah— sure, i don't have anything tomorrow." anything important anyway and even if he did, high chances that he'd want to have an excuse to miss it anyway.

"photorealism." he replies surprisingly easy, maybe because a part of him knows that aeri is only asking to be polite and perhaps if he answers it simply enough, the topic will be dropped faster. "i liked to sketch with chalk so it looked pretty cool, but if i drew on my ipad, it was more cartoon-ish." and then jungkook almost chokes when aeri suggests them to draw something together for the competition, his heart squeezing with the simple idea of drawing again after so long, but hopefully he covers it up well. "i mean, technically you don't need it either. i can just buy whatever the tickets are for you." he offers instead, conventionally doesn't accept nor rejects aeri's idea of them drawing together.

#kcrtia #( * muse:jungkook )#( * aeri | 001 )#( * thread )

INSU

you’re one of the smartest people i know. the laughter that leaks from his lips, almost intoxicating in the sense of the way that his mind finds no truth in the other’s words. finds that kahi was only speaking to mock and to insult him, as if rubbing salt into his already gaping wounds. and it doesn’t help when the staff turns to look back, eyeing insu as if he too, were insane, much like his own mother. his gaze narrows, features evening out as they fall flat. features resuming his condescending gaze, one laced with apathy— eyes, rolling as a tch accompanies his lazed back posture in the seat.

he wasn’t sure at what point, that all his sadness had turn to anger. the way he almost mourned their friendship that had turn into a relationship, how he remembers nights spent sleeplessly going through all their prior text messages— how all that sadness turned into a burning, sanguine need to drown out the ache in his heart, instead to replace it with a hatred so deep that it makes him want to puke at the sight of kahi. since when, he had equated betrayal and all emotions so deep and terrifying to kahi, since he had wanted to burn every part of his body to feel every part of it ache with the detestation that he feels.

“what a fucking joke.” he huffs in between tired sighs. jealousy, was clearly not one of the emotions he felt— as much as he tried to convince himself. the anger and hatred that he felt for kahi overweighed any other emotion that had managed to cut through the thickness of the abhorrence that bleeds into his bloodstream. at least, that’s what he tells himself.

he wasn’t sure where things were going to go from here, from the point where he takes slight interest into his arranged marriage that his father had set up in exchange for his mother’s visitation rights. digits raising to run through his strands as he settles back more comfortably in his seat, more of tiredness than annoyance. he was almost certain that if he were to just outrightly deny his father’s attempts, that he would receive a slap to the face but not much else. a moment of anger that would soon subside with more enticing offers, that his father thinks he would like to perhaps, finally cave into the offer.

another laugh leaving him, more out of amusement for the other’s words. “i don’t seem like the type?” he turns to kahi, brows raising, “excuse you?” corner tugging into a smirk of disbelief. “and what do you know about me?” as much as he valued the little freedom that he was graced with, he valued his mother’s presence more. valued the little time that he had left with her, knowing that it wasn’t going to be a long one. a sigh leaving him, already feeling too tired to put up another trivial fight— letting his anger subside for a moment, promising momentary peace. “there is no plan.” he shrugs.

his cynical chuckle turning into a lighter one, “you taught him? khai? yeah, sure and i taught him how to be a scientist.” his tone seemingly more at peace than what it had been prior, he had created enough of a scene that he almost felt guilty to his mother. unbeknownst to him, he shakes his head, another sigh— having lost count. “i saw him skin a live rabbit just last week.” glancing over at kahi for a moment, “he’s pretty fucked up, you know.” he couldn’t help the chuckle that leaves shortly after, finding the other’s younger brother being such a dynamic character. “i saw him inject someone with vegetable oil at a house party.”

kahi frowns, not understanding why his words sound so absurd to insu. as much as he has just insulted the other's brains, kahi thought that it was pretty obvious that he was just being petty, trying to insult insu for the sake of it and not that he actually meant it— but he supposes that was a privilege that he had with the youth coordinator that was gone along with whatever relationship they had during high school, that now insu just thought the worst of him. he supposes that he can't blame the other for it, that he can only put one more item on the long long list of regrets about insu. that realization makes the mafia heir press his lips into a displeased thin line then, because he doesn't have anything to say that would make insu believe him or even get a positive reaction out of the other. kahi is sure that the only thing that he'll get is yet another insult thrown at him at the very least.

"indeed," he agrees in a soft mumble, though most likely not with the same meaning behind those words. "what a fucking joke." kahi is a fucking joke, from the fact that he broke up with the only person that he ever fell in love with to the one that he's still in love with said person and is now trying to somehow regain at least their friendship even though insu doesn't want anything with him anymore, even going to the extends of sending his mom flowers everyday because he's that starved to keep some sort of link with the other — though it isn't a complete lie that kahi does have a soft spot for the woman and wishes for her happiness even if she's in a less than ideal situation, so if flowers make her happy then kahi will give her flowers.

"what are you saying?" kahi is back to frowning though it looks more like a scowl. "so you're getting married?" something ugly and painful twists in his chest. "because your father asked you to?" there has to be some catch in there, there must be something that is keeping insu so compliant with this absurd of an idea, something that made lee insik feel confident enough that his son wouldn't cause more harm than good in that arrangement engagement. after all, it was one thing to marry off his obedient daughter who has always been willing with his wishes, but insu was always the wild card, the chaotic son that was the candidate's worst nightmare. besides, what the fuck is yuna even doing? from the little that she knows about her, kahi was sure that she'd never let insu be thrown to the wolves like that.

at least in that, they were similar in a way— both of them too willing to sacrifice and fight anything for their family no matter if they deserve it or not.

"i know enough." kahi says through greeted teeth, his expression almost twitching into an annoyed frown. "you were never one to follow what your dad wanted you to, sometimes even out of sheer spite." and no one needed to know lee insu like kahi knew back when they were still in high school. it was just always obvious who was the black sheep of the lee family, the one who seemed to want to be the odd one out and it wasn't yuna. "and i also know that you don't want a marriage." kahi would argue that's because insu is obviously too bitter about everything and everyone. it's either that or he's simply apathetic, and it isn't because the mafia heir refuses to accept the possibility that maybe insu fell in love with someone else, that his insu could love someone else that isn't kahi himself.

"what does he have on you?" he asks, jaw locked and resting his hands on his lap in a tight grip so kahi won't do something stupid like punching a wall or going after lee insik himself to know what the fuck is going on and of course to stop this madness. and it should be something great enough, even greater than the inheritance. "is it even blackmail? is he offering something?" though not very likely since insik was rarely that generous towards insu from what the mafia heir could recall. even then, kahi doesn't discard the possibility altogether, doesn't want to especially if that's the way he's going to get insu out of this mess.

the coo hums, keeping to himself that he caught khai keeping organs once and he's almost sure that they weren't from any animal so pretty fucked up doesn't even begin to cover it. he doesn't want to scare insu away neither give away the violence which both he and khai were raised in, no matter how much he's tempted to have someone to confide in how sometimes he feels like he created a monster when he just wanted khai to know how to defend himself, when he just didn't want his little brother going to prison for what he thought was an one time thing, when he just wanted khai to have a chance to survive in the world they were born and raised in even though kahi didn't want to bring him in it in the first place.

"vegetable oil," he repeats instead of voicing out his thoughts, not thinking it's above khai to actually do such a thing— he knows his brother has done worse anyway. "creative." kahi comments in a dry tone. "is the person alive?" he raises his eyebrows in genuine curiosity more than concern since he wouldn't be surprised if they ended up dead anyway, either by khai's little mishap or because the younger kang went all out and used his usual killing method in the end.

"does he scare you? khai, i mean." kahi also can't help but wonder, ready to tell the younger kang off if he's going around scaring insu with his fucked up mind or at least to come up with something to make the other stop since an upfront confront will most likely just make khai try to scare insu even more even if just to spite his own brother.

#kcrtia #( * muse:kahi )#( * insu | 002 )#( * thread )

AEJIN

aejin feels a sense of relief once he had received the confirmation that one of aeri’s emergency contacts were coming to pick her up. this would at least give aejin some time to bargain and settle things between the tension lines of their father and his sister. it doesn’t help that it starts to rain a little to heavily, that the thunder reverberates even louder against the metal roof of their home. he was certain that even if his sister was conscious at this moment, the thunder itself would knock her back out again- the even louder thudding against their room door doesn’t help to satiate the sudden panic that moves in waves throughout his mind. he knows that his sister’s fear of thunder and lightening stems from a previous experience, one that left their neighbour homeless and the stray cat that his sister had been feeding, dead.

the stressful moment only worsens when he hears their father screaming from across the thin walls, something about calling the police and he aejin lets a frown move across his features, had a neighbour heard all of the ruckus and came over? or was it aejin’s own friends coming over at the wrong time? was it euijun? no, their father would never talk to euijun that way. then, he hears an unfamiliar voice calling for aeri, and it clicks- it’s the kookie person on his sister’s phone. must be. the emergency contact. he pieces together, pulling the door to their room open, hearing i’m just here to pick my girlfriend up and his optics widen slightly with both surprise and confusion. his sister has a boyfriend? he squints slightly, “cookie… over here.” he reluctantly refers to the other as the contact name on his sister’s phone, voice evident that he was unsure of what or how to address the allege boyfriend before him.

his father looking more mad than what he had started out with, storming towards them, screaming about how this was his home and no stranger should have the right to waltz about the place with this much entitlement. that aejin was allowing for someone to practically make themselves at home, in a home that wasn’t his own. aejin pushing the older man’s words to the side, directing his sister’s emergency contact into the room, “dad can you just- just back off for a minute, aeri is unconscious and it’s raining outside and this guy is euijun’s friend okay, dad? he knows euijun, he’s jun’s friend.” hoping that his father would ease up at the mention of euijun’s name, knows that he had a soft spot for the other. ushering the emergency contact into the room before locking the door behind them, hearing his father scowl before storming off back to where he presumes would be the kitchen.

“my sister is your girlfriend?” he turns to the other, brows raised, taking a moment to take the other’s features into his memory for future reference if it were true. then, more pieces fall into place, “…you’re the guy that pays my sister to be his girlfriend?” optics rolling as a sigh leaves him, “great.” now, aejin wasn’t sure if he could even trust the other with his sister’s unconscious body- unsupervised.

aejin wasn’t sure if this was going to be a good idea, to let someone who pays his sister to be his companion to take care of her whilst she’s unconscious. he doesn’t even know if the other was capable of taking care of his sister, doesn’t know if the other would just make things worse and make his sister unconscious forever or if he’d try something funny on her and aejin would be stuck regretting his decision forever. but as his gaze falls onto his sister, the thoughts are quick to fade to the back of his mind, “she usually wakes up in a couple of hours, but the weather isn’t helping.” he moves to the old window, pulls the curtains shut in attempts to obstruct the flares of lightening that streak through the gloominess outside.

it doesn't feel good, jungkook admits, the fact that euijun has to be brought up in the conversation to somehow appease the fury of his awful father in law. he almost retorts that he's in fact not euijun's friend, that he'd rather not have anything to do with that football idiot and he'd also wished that aeri didn't have anything to do with the other either, but thankfully jungkook reminds himself that he isn't there to pick any more fights — though he won't hesitate to do so if he feels that he needs to; if, for example, second candidate for dad of the year (jungkook's own father being the first of course) decided that he wanted to put his stupid pride over the safety of his own daughter again — and he needs to help aeri who, if he remembers correctly, is passed out somewhere in that house.

that's why the accusation that shouldn't come as a surprise from aeri's brother does take the samsung heir by surprise anyway. jungkook almost flinches at the tone thrown at him, at the obvious displeasure in it. "it honestly sounds worse than it actually is, i swear." that's why he tries to defend himself. as much as he doesn't really care about the impression he left on aeri's dad — for now anyway and maybe it's because jungkook is already biased against bad fatherly figures —, he does care for what aejin thinks of him because aeri does seem to care about him a lot, so jungkook genuinely wants to make a good impression and he knows that being known as the guy who is paying aeri to play fake dating with him isn't the best way to go with it.

jungkook isn't that stupid. he knows exactly how that sounds and how easily it could be seen as him taking advantage of the design student, but he has always been respectful— as much as aeri is playing the girlfriend role, the samsung heir tries his best to respect her boundaries. they haven't even kissed on the cheek yet, the most pda they ever had was during seollal when aeri sat on his lap on her own accord and jungkook was too dumbfounded to do anything but awkwardly have his hands hover over her waist, when he pressed a kiss on her temple and forehead but nowhere near her lips. they barely even hug, their hand holding being mostly restricted to interlacing their pinkies unless one of them need a little more of some sort of support from the other. or at least this is what it seems to jungkook and as far as he was concerned, aeri never told him otherwise— at least not to his face.

though it isn't pretend how his heart squeezes with worry when he looks at passed out aeri on the bed, a concerned frown appearing on his expression for a moment. he wants to reach out to touch— to make sure that aeri is ok, that she isn't actually only a corpse even though she awfully looks like one when unconscious like that. however, he remembers that he needs to hold himself back because aeri's brother already thinks that he's a weirdo and jungkook is trying to improve his impression, not make it worse. "should we—" and he's also lost in what they're supposed to do, wants to ask but jungkook also doesn't want to sound confrontational. "what now? should we get her somewhere else?" though he isn't sure if daddy dearest on the kitchen would let them leave with an unconscious aeri.

"i'm jungkook, by the way." he introduces himself a little too late and a little awkward, more out of a courtesy and offering something more than cookie for aejin to call him by. "jeon jungkook, don't know how much aeri talked about me, but yeah— that's my name." he clears his throat. "it's nice to meet you, though i'd prefer the circumstances were different."

#jayvng #( * muse:jungkook )#( * aejin | 001 )#( * thread )

MILES

he hardly thinks that kiha’s reasoning made any sense, that it was compelling enough to convince anyone into believing that for a moment kiha really thought of him as a girl on stage. that, as much as the wig and dress did its part, that no amount of concealing would be enough to hide the way his frame was clearly not built to be squished into hyuna’s dress— nor does the way that his shoulders sit a little too wide and his stance, a little too heavy to be anything but feminine. he rolls his eyes at kiha’s comment, a smirk accompanying.

but he was also certain that no fan was going to be dumb enough to be putting out content and start to accuse them of being a couple nor defame them— even if, those comments would now be true, considering their relationship was now official between them. he was certain that no one was going to be brave enough as to reiterate the mistake that they made prior about him, the one that had gotten numerous other fans in lawsuits, is sure that no one would want to live through that again. and he’s certain that his fandom— what’s left of it after their initial scandal, was going to over interpret anything. he’s relieved in a way, that the lawsuits he had pressed against people had some uses, did its thing and frightened the right people, at least now— dispatch wasn’t going to wrongfully accuse him of anything, of kiha anything.

“in that case, i look forward to making more money.” his smirk only growing as he spoke, the thought of having to pursue numerous other lawsuits only to come out victorious was exciting in itself. and he took too much pleasure in having carried kiha around on his shoulder, getting a few stares here and there, but everyone dismissing it as a crescent thing— at least, hopefully.

he doesn’t think he’s much good at rapping, average at best but it seems with rigorous training, he had managed to improve just the slightest. his coaching sessions becoming more valuable to him than he had initially thought once he was able to differentiate the difference in his flow before and after each session. glad that to some extent, he was able to cover some of the rap lines if ever necessary, despite it being very minimal, leaving most of it the professionals like marco. though, in moments like these— where he is forced to showcase his rapping skills, he couldn’t help but feel a little sheepish, feels that he was still lacking too much to be given the opportunity to perform like this on stage. and he vows to train even harder, maybe even overthrow marco one day.

“you mean, there’s going to be a next time?” he shudders at the thought alone, at the thought of having to put on this attire, this wig, this entire thing again.

it doesn’t take him long for him to put over his initial black shirt, pulling on his black joggers and sliding the dress off— kicking it to the side, only to receive some scolding from the stylists for rough handling the dress that was supposedly very expensive. he highly doubts it, considering it made him itchy throughout the whole thing. then, he hears kiha’s voice, glancing over at the other’s direction, tilting his head in slight confusion, certain that there were stylists around to help kiha, “yep.” he announces, paces over to the other, “you okay?” he carefully peeks, “you want me to call over a stylist or something?” he offers, thinking that he’s probably not much help, considering what he had just done to his own attire.

kiha rolls his eyes with how almost excited miles seems to be about the prospective of having to sue more people — and consequently winning said lawsuits. he understands to some degree that it did feel nice to win over the people who were then slandering them about a relationship that then they weren't even close of having. it definitely felt cathartic to see dispatch crash and burn for a little bit and have them paying miles compensation for the damage they caused over a misunderstanding and perhaps greed to make the next hot topic in south korea. however, kiha honestly thought that going through all the trouble wasn't worth it in the sense that he'd just rather avoid it altogether — though he was the one who kissed miles on stage, and was the one who asked the other out; all of these being just small details.

"i mean, probably." the main vocalist can't help but be honest about the future, wouldn't be surprised if yuseong pushed them together to do some performance like that again if this one created enough buzz online and ends up being successful — and honestly maybe kiha did doom their fate with that kiss at the end —, after all miles and kiha has always been a favorite couple of their fans because of the "premise" of their relationship: being friends since they were toddlers and it isn't hard to see how miles is protective of kiha more than with anyone else, how the main vocalist clings to the youngest more than to anyone else; how kiha's more sunshine-y personality somehow works with miles' more withdrawn and dry one. "the audience seemed to love it and you know how yuseong is." he says with a tired sigh, referring to the fact that their company did like to milk a much attention and clout as it could.

"but i'll make sure to be the one wearing the wing and dress, ok?" he promises because kiha can only imagine the nightmare that miles just went through with that whole setup and the main vocalist has always been a little more willing to go through those sort of things, to put up with all those uncomfortable parts of being an idol.

and well, shit— is the first thing that kiha thinks when obviously miles doesn't refuse his request to help him with the outfit even though kiha doesn't really need any help. there's nothing that was stuck on anything — as much as his leather pants might be a little too tight in his opinion, but then the main vocalist always preferred his pants a little more loose than tight anyway — and it isn't like he was so dumb that he couldn't unbutton a dress shirt and shimmer out of his pants. honestly, kiha doesn't even have a proper excuse to call miles over and he only realizes that when the youngest is already peeking to check up on him. "yeah, i'm fine, it's just—" he shrugs. "just come here for a bit?" he gestures for the other to step in to where kiha still had to finish unbuttoning his shirt, still only halfway done.

"honestly, i—" kiha licks his lips out of nerves, can feel himself blushing because if he has no excuse to give the other— no reason to request the youngest's help with his outfit, then he's left with the truth and the truth is a little embarrassing even though it's been a couple of months that they've been dating and kiha has definitely already said and done more embarrassing cheesy things. "i only wanted to see you for a bit." he confesses in a soft mumble and nevermind that he's in fact not looking at miles. "because i missed you." and the main vocalist feels himself blushing even more, because that's— "i know it's a little ridiculous when it isn't like we were even in different rooms or anything, sorry." it's been months but kiha still feels the urge to apologize for being this clingy, this needy. "i'll be quick now, promise." and he seals it with the briefest kiss on miles' cheeks, feeling a little bold since there's literally a wall separating them from the staff.

"so if you want, you can wait there." he offers casually, turning around so he can finish changing his clothes. for once, kiha doesn't overthink this whole thing— the fact that he's changing in front of his boyfriend of all people, that he just offered miles to stand there if he wants, because for once his head is on the fact that they've shared those sort of spaces before, had seen each other changing since they were teenagers anyway so it isn't like this would be the first time, like this would be a big deal.

#kcrtia #( * muse:kiha )#( * miles | 008 )#( * thread )#✨spicy✨#KJSHDKSHK

EUIJIN

he mentally thanks his mother, wants her to know that in this moment he was truly appreciative of her, the more he reflected on what she did for him. in the moment, he had taken her granted and found that her demands seemed almost unreasonable, that she would only let them move out once they could cook a sufficient amount and was able to at least do their own laundry and house work around the place. despite, their father’s active objections to having his sons doing anything slightly as laborious as lifting a finger. but it was good to know that despite everything, if he had lost all the wealth that he currently possessed, that he would be perfectly fine with it, perfectly functioning and able to live a life without feeling as though he had a missing limb.

“kimchi stew and fried rice.” feeling a little sheepish as he replied to her, “it’s not the most complicated but that’s one of my signature dishes.” he offers a slight smile, feeling as though he was still severely lacking in comparison to his brother— like most things that he lacks.

and he’s thankful that yuna was as easygoing and compliant as she is, mentally notes down for himself to treat her a little nicer whenever he can. he knows that his mother would be fawning over the picture once he gets it sent to her, knows that despite this year, it wasn’t her two sons spending time together for seollal— but at least she could be rest assured that he was doing well with his fiance. the hope that his mother has in him falling in love with yuna eventually, was an obvious one. the way she would inquire about yuna whenever given the chance, the way she would ask him if he had spoken with yuna prior and if he had gotten her any flowers or things of the like. his mother takes interest in trying to get to know yuna and he knows it was mostly for his own sake than his father’s incessant need to be a control freak.

he nods as she asks about the photos, “of course.” smiling as he spoke, “she’ll definitely like it, thanks.” his smile morphing into a grin.

he finds the lilac against his frame a little intimidating, never having seen such a colour on himself that it makes feel a little out of place. though, he supposes it should be fine as long as yuna was in a matching one too, at least then, he wouldn’t feel so horribly left glowing in something so pale. and he also knows for a fact that his mother would find this incredibly adorable of her son to be giving in to colours this light.

her comment catches him off guard as his gaze shifts from the mirror to her, hues widening as his smile resurfaces, “it looks better on you, it seems.” he returns the compliment, “i think lilac’s your colour. you look beautiful.” features softening, “well— i think it’s decided then. lilac it is.” he also feels a little too lazy to try on any other alternative, considering it had already taken this long for him to get into this getup. he was happy to settle at this point, and was more excited about venturing out into the festival. “what do you think?”

"still sounds delicious." yuna returns with a smile. it's indeed nothing complicated, what euijin knows how to cook. however, yuna feels like there's something endearingly cozy about the simplicity of it, something that she could definitely imagine being not only an easy meal to make but also something that an old married couple like she hopes they're going to be someday can make together. the actor's answer makes her want to suggest that perhaps one of their next dates could be them cooking together which in all honesty wouldn't be a very far development from what those have seemed like. usually, they're already ditching more formal dates in favor of more comfortable ones unless they have something to prove to their parents — their fathers in specific.

however she's still nervous in proposing something like that because as much as they've had countless meals together, it was never a homemade meal; as much as they watched movies before, they always went to the cinema instead of her or his place. yuna can't deny that she's a little scared that perhaps it's a little too soon, that as much as they're in an arrangement engagement, making a homemade dinner together and perhaps watch a movie afterwards — maybe train of busan since that's one of euijin's favorites — just like she has seen in so many movies and series. the law student can feel herself getting flustered just thinking about it. yuna doesn't think that she even commented that she has a penthouse for herself, wouldn't be surprised if euijin assumed she still lived with her father. besides, she's almost sure that euijun isn't exactly her biggest fan and she doesn't want to be a topic that the jung brothers argue about, especially if they might live together. "i bet it's better than my kimchi stew and fried ice." she says playfully instead, hopefully euijin didn't catch her acting weird.

yuna is also relieved that the other doesn't seem to think too much about her request for the pictures, the law student not being able to do anything but return his smile. "as long as she likes it." she hums and reassures him again that she doesn't really mind it and therefore there's no need for his gratitude, after all it isn't like taking pictures with euijin of all people is that much of a hard or bad thing. "and thanks for the pics." she offers her own gratitude to the other.

but the law student can't hide the light pink on her cheeks when euijin compliments her. of course that she knows that most if not all of it is just the other offering her some courtesy, almost like that's what he's supposed to say as a good fiance would say so he'll say it, and maybe it helps that yuna isn't the prettiest, but she's self aware enough that she knows she isn't ugly. however, none of that information stops her from almost preening under the praise. "you flatter me too much." she returns shyly, tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear before chuckling ever so softly when she notices that euijin seems too excited to finally go to the festival to want to try any more of their options.

and honestly? yuna can't really hold it against him since she's feeling rather lazy to want to take off all this hanbok to get into another one and also get her hair done again since it probably won't survive her change of clothes. "i'm good if you are." because she did mean it when she said that lilac looked good on him, that euijin looked good in basically everything anyway. "let's just take the selfie for our parents and then we can go." yuna also reminds the actor of what his mother requested.

"what do you want to do first in the festival?" yuna asks curiously, wondering if maybe they're going to get food first or do something else.

#kcrtia #( * muse:yuna )#( * euijin | 002 )#( * thread )

MILES

he feels a little guilty for having accepted kiha’s help with him moving into his new place, feels that he was undeserving of the other’s help. especially, considering that they were both going through the scandal and the least that kiha deserved, was some peace without miles intruding in on that. and he couldn’t help but feel bad for having accepted the help that was offered him, almost contemplates on taking back his words or maybe just ghosting all future correspondence with the other temporarily, or up until he was properly settled into his new home— whichever came first.

he nods as kiha mentions not having the mind to go apartment hunting because he gets it, he understands not having the sanity to venture out into the wilderness and to inspect numerous properties, choosing one that appealed the most to him. “be my roommate then.” he throws out there, tries to make it sounds like a passing comment, a joke but the truth and weight that it carries was immeasurable. he feels his stomach twist for a moment, nervousness lacerating his frame— feeling a sinking feeling follow. “if you want, no pressure.” he adds, trying to mediate the jitters he feels in his chest, “or ask marco, i think he’s also looking for a roommate? he offered it, but—” he shrugs, feels that if the two of them actually shared a home together, that they would end up at each other’s necks.

sometimes he does wonder whether or not his life would have been better if he had chosen to stay behind and having not gone to the audition for yuseong to support his friend. wonders that if he had chosen instead, to pursue his academics and helping out at his mother’s restaurant, how different life would have been. sometimes he feels the regret sinking, feels that maybe he had chosen the wrong pathway, had been lead astray but his mother ensures him that she wouldn’t have it any other way— having two of her sons shining brighter than any star in the sky.

“i don’t think i’d have enough finances to pay for your expertise to work for my restaurant.” he lets a chuckle leave him. and he nods at the support of him opening up his own company, but also finds it somewhat hilarious that anyone would want to be signed under his label, other than himself and maybe his brother. “yeah, probably just my brother.” another chuckle, this time more genuine than the last, “who in the right mind would want to join my label after this scandal? especially, if i’m suing people left and right.”a sigh leaving him, despite everything, he had already begun to look into it.

he had started to look into the processes of having his own company started, and what was going to be required of him, how much he had to set aside in order to have everything properly working. and what his contract would come to after leaving yuseong behind, and whether or not he was able to perform certain things due to the legalities of copyright. wasn’t sure that he had any right over his music that was produced and published by yuseong, but he lets that thought subside, decides instead that maybe with the possibility of his own company, that he would be able to finally release music that was his aesthetic and not something forced and guided.

“actually— i might do that.” he begins to take the thought seriously, even if it were just going to be him and his brother— or even if it were just him. the freedom and liberty in itself was enough to entice him.

kiha is still trying to convince himself that miles isn't going to ask to be his roommate, is still trying to resign himself that he's going to help the other move in and that's going to be it. he tries to give himself a comforting pat on the back, because this can't possibly be worse than when he had an unrequited crush on the youngest. there's still some disappointment there, for sure— the desire to shake miles so he can stop being so blind towards kiha's feelings, to stop acting so obliviously and do something that will put the main vocalist out of his misery, either in a good or bad way. kiha is so into this mindset that miles couldn't possibly want to be roommates anyway, perhaps he was just tired of having kiha around so much all the time — after all, besides when the other went to australia, kiha has always been there by his side —, that he'd like a break kiha, to have his own space for once; that miles' asking to live together almost flies right over his head.

of course that yes is on the tip of his tongue, but there are other things that he's dying to say. for example, are you sure or do you really want me there and things along those lines, because it's hard to shrug off the feeling that he's intruding into miles' space; as much as miles just reassured him that he doesn't think the whole scandal was because kiha didn't manage to control his clingy self and solved their misunderstanding, it's hard to shrug it off completely and so fast. a part of him still thinks that he needs to be somehow punished for what he has done, for possibly ruining not only his, but miles' career.

and that's why the main vocalist looks at miles a little surprised when the invitation comes. even if the youngest trying to pass it a joke, kiha can see the nerves around the edges of the words that expresses how much the other means it and that he might still be as insecure as kiha is to where exactly they're standing even if they're technically in good terms again and that's what makes kiha all soft and warm inside, what makes him smile at his best friend. "i thought you'd never ask." he says in a teasing tone, but also a little above anything else. "i can be your roommate." because that's what kiha wants more than anything else, has wanted it since miles announced that he was moving out. "unless you want me to be marco's instead?" he phrases his sentence as a question, eyebrows raising and maybe he's just teasing miles a little too much.

"you say like i'm a five stars chef." kiha rolls his eyes with an amused smile on his lips. his grandparents were very adamant about him learning how to cook before moving out to seoul for his training years because they didn't want to worry about their grandson to be starving simply because he couldn't cook a ramen by himself. they also made sure that kiha felt confident enough in his skills to be able to look up recipes online and make them without any sort of insecurity or anxiety about the result when, of course, they didn't have some old family recipe to share with him. the main vocalist isn't the best cook by any means, but he can work it out enough and that's probably why he was one of the assigned chefs back when crescent still lived in the dorm together.

even kiha likes the idea of miles having his own company, thinks that since the youngest always complained about his freedom being taken away — which was always valid and as much as kiha himself kept quiet about it most of the time and it almost seemed like he didn't care as long as he could still pursue his career, he definitely couldn't agree more with miles —, it does make sense for miles to manage his own career, to start something with his own rules to follow, with being his own boss and all that. it suits him, kiha feels. "it suits you, i think, having your own company." and he says it out loud.

"or maybe people will feel secured in your label." the main vocalist returns, not really surprised that miles would focus on the bad things— though in this case kiha was a little hypocritical since he was doing the same in his head not too long ago. "they know they have a ceo who actually got their back and isn't scared of sue one third of south korea if he has to." he finishes with a shrug, expressing how he actually feels, though maybe he's a little biased considering he has known miles since they were toddlers and holds the youngest in very high regards. "besides, you're an idol." kiha also points out. "and definitely can empathize better with them than any other old grumpy ceo out there." and maybe that's a little shade on ceo yoo, but the man isn't there to call him out it anyway.

"and if anything—" kiha tries to not feel shy again, to not let his voice becomes quieter. "i'd also sign with you." he confesses and hates how it feels like he isn't only talking about miles' future company. "maybe i'll quit yuseong and join you." because kiha has thought about that more than once, has considered ending his contract early or not resigning it to look for somewhere else that made him feel a little more supported, somewhere that he could freely release his songs and make his own concepts without having go through such a strict and demanding screening process.

but he was always stopped him was that yuseong was familiar, that it was the only agency that he has ever known and kiha was actually scared that perhaps his productions wouldn't be accepted anywhere else, that if he went somewhere else then he'd lose his spot in producing just like most of idols out there and, at this point in his career, kiha doesn't think that he'd be able to deal with that. but with miles, he knows that the other would never take producing and composing away from him; at least when considering how much the youngest seems to like anything that kiha produces, when he knows how much it meant for the main vocalist.

#kcrtia #( * muse:kiha )#( * miles | 001 )#( * thread )

MILES

despite marco being the shortest in the group, he had the most sass and pizzaz amongst everyone. it was clear why marco was given the title as the group’s vitamin, clear that no one aside from marco could carry the sunshine that was himself in crescent. even though, behind closed doors, marco was a nightmare bestowed upon miles by the evil dark lord himself. but given the nickname of crescent’s short king, it was well deserved. the older did receive the most pr gifts, was always signed and being the ambassador of numerous luxury designing houses. he was always invited to shows and events that not even miles knew of, so exclusive that he would have sworn they were scams.

“i think they only sent me the plastic stuff because i mentioned once on a show that i needed some utensils and joked about them being gucci.” he shrugs, “two weeks later, i received them.” still finding it almost outrageous that he had that kind of influence as to be able to demand things from fashion houses, things so trivial and juvenile as cutlery and plastic plates. still finds it hard to believe that anyone would want to cater or work for him. “still blows my mind that anyone would listen to me.” a sigh leaving him, more out of disbelief than tiredness. “i’m sure you receive cooler things and more things than i do.” digits coming to run through his strands, “and i’m sure you’re more organised than i am.” he adds, another sigh, this time evidently more tired than the last.

the clothes handed to him were all too colourful, he almost shivers at the sight of the shirt handed to him by kiha, “i should probably also bleach my hair flaming, red hot cheeto colour.” tone filled with sarcasm, “it’ll really bring out the look.” he adds, visualising the image in his head and already shuddering at the thought alone, knowing full well that the brands were only sending him items out of courtesy. the only true brand that had his back and knew him personally was balenciaga, always sending him black items of clothing— something more realistic for his wardrobe and aesthetic.

he nods as kiha suggests them sorting out his pr room together, “yeah, that would be nice. you can keep that weird shirt for starters.” he jokes, a chuckle leaving him.

digits moving to set the table up, but already finding it all too foreign. setting up a table was never something he did, always having microwaved something and using the disposable fork that would come along with the food in the packaging— this was new. then, he hears the intercom, feels kiha’s hands on his hips shortly after and the warm sensation of the other pressing kiss against his cheek. still not used to any of this, not used to the way kiha was now addressing him, not used to the way his features would paint itself pink and the way his heart would skip a beat. he nods, backing away and heading for the door, suspects that it’s probably either the chicken or the cake.

upon opening the door, he’s greeted with a box big enough to cover his entire torso. he could peer into the top of the box, seeing the candles and kiha’s own face in icing atop, a chuckle leaving him at the sight of it. moving back to the kitchen island, as he places the cake down, “it’s a lot bigger than i thought.” he admits, didn’t take the dimensions of the cake into mind as he ordered it online. this was going to take several people to eat, or maybe in three days if he was left unsupervised and with no other food options. “oh, that reminds me. i’ll give the pin for the door too, i never use it though because i don’t think it’s that secure in comparison to the key.” after all the true crime that he has watched, having a door without a physical lock and key was almost a nightmare.

kiha thinks that it's even more amusing when he finds out the story behind those plastic gucci plates, how power miles holds because the only thing that he needs to do is joke around about wanting some plastic plates by some fancy brand and then said fancy brand just sent him those. kiha doubts that he'd have the same kind of reaction if he was the one going on a show and saying that he needed dolce&gabbana plastic plates and cutlery. after all, he wasn't exactly modeling material, was never trained for that, as much as he had somewhat of a friendly image that people would argue that brands like for their representatives. "i'm not surprised though, gucci loves you, after all." not that kiha himself is exactly surprised by that either, considering the number of brands that miles worked with before.

and he can't help but roll his eyes in good nature when the youngest says that he thinks that kiha is the one popular with brands. "not really though, i barely receive anything." especially when compared to miles. as much as the main vocalist is more organized and has already gotten ridden of the pr products he doesn't use — either by giving them away his family or any friend that would take them or throwing them away when he didn't have much of a choice —, it'd never be enough to fill a room just like miles' pr products do. "do you think i should just come out and say that i want avid to sponsor me?" he asks in an obvious playful tone, because of course that if kiha is going to sponsored by any brands, he'd rather it to be one that he can equip his studio with.

kiha would love to defend miles and say that it isn't the case, that the youngest is as organized as the main vocalist is but that is a very obvious lie. "but we're living together now." is what he ends up going with instead of simply saying that miles clearly had problems with keeping things organized, besides it makes him a little flustered in the best of the ways when he says out loud his new reality. "which means that i can help you organize whatever you need." because kiha wouldn't push miles either. unless it was a space that they shared together like the living room or the kitchen — the bedroom still being sort unknown what they'll do —, kiha didn't have a problem in miles keeping things as it better suited him, isn't the type to force miles to keep everything organized just because kiha was that type of person.

the main vocalist makes a brief and soft laugh when miles comments about the hair color that he wants, trying to imagine the other with such a bright color when even in his choice of hair color, the youngest barely ventured himself in any that wasn't black— sometimes a lighter brown or a brownish red even back when crescent was more of a rookie than a senior group. though, honestly— "actually i miss your cherry pink hair." he comments with a smile, teasing but kiha sort of means it too. "i think that would look well with the look you're going after." he adds to his teasing.

"nah, i think that shirt would suit you more than me." obviously that kiha's taste was more colorful than the youngest's — though that isn't exactly hard —, but that shirt is too much even for him and makes him wonder if anyone would like that piece of fabric enough to wear it. in the end, he supposes that there must someone out there whose taste suits those kind of print.

and the first thing that kiha does when he sees the cake that miles ordered for his birthday is let out a light laugh, turning his attention to the youngest when he's done setting the rest of the table, not only because of the size but because he also sees the picture that the other used to be put on the cake. "that was the best picture you had of me?" he moves so he can keep seeing the cake, making sure he's getting all the details before turning to the other again. "really?" though kiha already knows the answer for that, is sure that at least when he and miles took that small trip together to japan, the youngest took some genuinely nice pictures of him.

kiha nods quietly when miles offers the pin to his door, yet another reminder that they're actually living together as soon as he brings his own stuff over that almost— almost makes him giddy inside, but it's only an almost because miles' words are followed about the topic of security and kiha has seen way too many true crimes — most of them with the youngest — about murderers getting in people's homes because they only had a pin as a lock. "i don't think i'll use it much either." kiha admits. "i'd rather not have a serial killer murdering me in my bed while i sleep." or even do something worse, and kiha is actually grateful that miles doesn't mind sharing a bed, because he definitely feels much safer that way.

#kcrtia #( * muse:kiha )#( * miles | 005 )#( * thread )

EUIJIN

he was not one to be readily rebellious of his father, wouldn’t be the one to turn down opportunities or errands simply because he didn’t feel like it. he would feel that the consequences of showing any form of resistance towards his father would result into something that wasn’t worth all the trouble anyway, but he’d like to think that his mother would side with him more if he were to confide in her about how unhappy he truly was in his engagement. that if he had expressed to her that he felt out of place, being at a party with someone he barely knew just to please his father— that his mother would allow him to take a break or two from their dates, just to gather himself. but his mother also knows that her son is capable of faking his disposition for better or for worse, to use his own career in his favour and to deliver a performance worth while.

but the thought doesn’t cross his mind, that he would ever need an excuse to get away from a date with yuna. he thinks that she’s pleasant enough and tolerable enough for him to endure at least a few hours of her presence, if not for her having finding him annoying. he doesn’t want to come off as any particular type of way, doesn’t want to exude an unwelcoming aura, nor does he want to appear as though he’s only here to appease his parents. and he thinks he’s doing well.

“if they’re embarrassing enough, i might feel just that bit more inspired.” he returns the teasing tone, hoping that she wouldn’t in fact actually go through with it. “but you shouldn’t. we get enough food as it is on set.” he attempts to explain himself a bit more, lets the smile curve on his corners again. would much prefer to keep the spotlight off of himself, much to the belief that the lead actor would like to remain the centre. if he had any choice, he would have chosen something less intimidating, yet his mother makes it known that she is very proud of where he is. and he wouldn’t have it any other way, her approval was what he valued most.

“absolutely.” he nods his head, a chuckle leaving him as she recalls to him having cried through the movie up. “i cried the second the movie started playing.” despite having not shed a single tear throughout, although, he did find the movie extremely touching, found that the way they showcased the value and ventures of love through adolescence to adulthood. the steps that were to be taken and the journey of love, how time changes things and how eventually, everything is returned to the way it was— returned to an oblivion of nothingness. he lets the sad thought sink in for a moment, hopes that one day, he’d be able to experience at least a tiny fraction of the love that was displayed in the movie.

another smile gracing at his corners as she spoke of her favourite movie, seeing that it made since. and as the topic shifts to their vivid childhood memories and her description of her own father, how it reminds him severely of his own. finds it a little sad that she had described her and her mother having to sneak out just for some soda, wasn’t sure if her words were intended to be this upsetting or if she was just trying to play out the dramatics. he has yet to be able to get a grasp of yuna’s personality just yet. so, instead, he just nods and tries to be as sympathetic as he can.

“intense lectures, wouldn’t have it any other way.” he sarcastic adds as she inquires about his own experiences, not wanting to delve into anything she had mentioned prior out of respect for her own privacy. if she had wanted to share some more, surely, she would’ve mentioned more. “my brother and i would say that we were staying back from school to study extra, but we would sneak out and spend the hour or so at the local arcade.” a chuckle leaving him, recalling the scenario in his mind, “and every time we would win something, we’d have to stash it away in the school lockers.” choosing instead to pick a lighter story, not wanting to delve into anything too deep for a conversation that was only carried out not too long ago. “and when valentines day and christmas came around, we’d take it out and say that my brother’s admirers gave it to him.” he shrugs, smile turning into a grin at the fond memory.

“okay, your turn. what would you like to know?” he returns the question.

yuna knows how to read in between the lines, has to when she does so much networking for her father and if she wants to survive in high society that is full of passive aggressive lines, of backhanded compliments, besides there's the whole thing with her family, so she understands that euijin doesn't want her to send a coffee truck to his set or do anything that draws too much attention to him, not mattering if it's embarrassing or not. "ok, no coffee trucks then." and that's why she agrees so easily, still with a smile on her lips because she doesn't take the request personally and would like that if she ever denied euijin anything then he'd react the same. though she'd also want to ask if he's comfortable with her visiting the set. in the end she doesn't, decides to leave it to another moment.

she sighs very dramatically then to make it sure that euijin knows it isn't sincere. "i guess i'll call off the one i had prepared." she also says very dramatically, fighting a smile from showing on her lips though she's also failing at it, just to tease euijin because of course she never prepared it, never would do something so big without the other's consent or at least the very certainty that it was something that he'd like for her to do, no matter how much her father pressures her into showing off their arranged relationship to everyone else.

and then yuna finally lets her smile free when euijin admit that he also cried when watching up, though she'd be more surprised if he hasn't considering everyone that she knows that watched the movie cried while watching it. "it already starts very bittersweet." and maybe it's because euijin makes her feel this comfortable, that so far he has yet to reprimand her for anything that she has to say or do, to chastise her for her tastes or opinions, so yuna feels free to also comment, but it doesn't mean she isn't completely unfiltered with her words. "it must be nice to have what they had, that kind of love, even with that ending." and of course yuna keeps to herself that she'd love to find a love like that for herself, knows that it isn't fair with her, but it isn't fair with euijin either.

the law student is grateful that the actor doesn't comment further on her tale about her childhood, the only thing that he offers is sympathy because, considering his words, she can assume that his father is also controlling and demanding in his own way somewhat like hers, that he doesn't offer words about her mother. "yeah, that's always— yeah." but even then she can't say much about when he says between the lines that he knows what it's like to have a more strict father, deciding to simply focus on the food instead until euijin starts his own story, definitely much happier than yuna and she couldn't help but wonder if perhaps she should've chosen something nicer to say or if she even has something nicer that she could've shared.

"so your brother has always been the popular one?" yuna teases him but she's also genuinely curious even though she honestly can't imagine euijin not being popular with romantic interests or if his brother was that much more handsome than her fiance that was already pretty good on the eyes himself. it's interesting to say the very least, or maybe the younger jung has somewhat of a charmer personality than euijin though yuna doubts that as well from the little that she knows about her fiance.

"oh, right." she ended up getting too distracted with the delicacy that is the topic in hand to remember that she should've asked something else besides simply returning the question to euijin. the law student takes a sip of her soda while she thinks what she should ask next but at the same time trying to avoid anything that could trigger her and also possibly trigger euijin as well. "if you could only eat one dish or food for the rest of your life, what would it be?"

#kcrtia #( * muse:yuna )#( * euijin | 001 )#( * thread )

MILES

he does contemplate on whether or not he should report this route and have more guards patrolling the area, it would be unsafe to allow the prince of all people to wander about without supervision in the case that something happens to him. something that threatens his safety, that would jeopardise the future plans of the kingdom, simply because miles had chosen not to report something out of the softness he felt for the prince. but he also understands that everyone, including the prince, needed some time away from his own responsibilities— needed some time to himself, and even if that meant sneaking out in the middle of the night away from the guards. and who was miles to take that away from the prince? he lets the thought marinate a while longer.

and he feels a little received that once they made it into the palace kitchen, that his offer to help the prince was turned down. a silent sigh of relief leaving from between his lips as he settles into the stool by the wall. he nods, feeling a little guilty that he was unable to help with anything but at the same time, also feels relieved that he wasn’t responsible of any possible arson. he was certain that the king wouldn’t allow him to pursue his goal of becoming a captain if he had arson under his list of crimes, let alone allow him to continue to protect the prince.

he nods as the prince instructs him to not allow any sharp utensils to chase after him, a smirk peering on his features as he shifts in his seat more comfortably. this was out of his domain, far from his comfort zone and in times like these, he truly ponders as to why he hadn’t listened to his mother and at least took some classes in cooking for the betterment of himself and for the kingdom as a general safety hazard rule. maybe in times like these, he could even offer the prince assistance.

he gazes around the kitchen, finding almost everything too dangerous for him to touch. his gaze only lands onto the prince again when the other starts to speak. his hues widening slightly as his gaze matches with kiha, do you think i’m going to be a good king? it takes him a moment for the question to fully sink in, unsure of where this was coming from. “well— yeah.” he starts, still a little bamboozled by the other’s choice of words. my person. what was that supposed to mean? a new level of subordination? “you’d be an excellent king, why wouldn’t you be?” he returns the question, doesn’t see any reason as to why the other wouldn’t be anything but brilliant as the future ruler of the kingdom.

“do you think i’ll be a good captain?” a scoff leaving him, already feeling some sort of defeat before he could even start on chasing after his father’s achievements as the past captain of the royal guards.

kiha can't say that he cooks out of memory muscle, that when he walks around the kitchen he knows exactly where everything is and how much of everything he needs to put into the bowl to make the batter are all his gut feeling like he's some sort of genius baker. he fumbles a little around the kitchen to find what he wants— needs to pause for a moment to remember exactly how much of flour or eggs he needs to put on the batter, sometimes in the end just trusting whatever he feels is right and hoping for the best because he honestly can't remember what he saw the chef do — because of course that kiha wasn't downright taught his way around the kitchen since it'd be a disgrace for a prince to do something so low like cooking or baking, but it doesn't mean that he can't watch how it's done and hear instructions from the chef.

and in the middle of that, he almost forgets what he has asked miles— is a little distracted with the amount of vanilla essence he should put, because this is still a chocolate cake and the vanilla is just to enhance the cocoa taste even more, but it isn't supposed to overpower it. but even when kiha gets the best answer between the alternatives that he could get from miles, it does make him raise his eyebrows at the other when the knight talks like kiha being a good king is as obvious as the sky being blue.

kiha has always been taught that a good king puts his people first, that a king's responsibilities come above anything else, including his happiness and own desires. kiha was taught that a king shouldn't be swayed by futile things, that true love is a luxury when the king needs to sacrifice everything to keep his kingdom prospering. so the thing is that kiha is easily swayed by futile things, that there's nothing more that he wants than screaming at his father's face for forcing him to marry someone he'd never be interested him, to announce that his heart was already taken and run away with miles if that's what it took for them to be together — of course, as long as miles wanted it too. kiha was selfish, too selfish to be a king, or at least that's what he thought considering the kind of speech that he was fed since he can remember.

but for once he doesn't feel like he can confide in miles with that, not only because the other has been pulling away from the prince for a while now, but also because it includes admitting that kiha has feelings for his own personal knight— something that he isn't allowed to have and moreover he highly doubts that miles even feels the same towards him, barely believes that the youngest still seems as a best friend. so the question why wouldn't you be? hits a little harder, makes kiha freeze without a question, makes him chew on his thoughts over and over again to decide what he wants to reply to that. "i don't know." he shrugs. "sometimes i feel i'm not—" and once again kiha struggles to find the right words. "father always said that a king shouldn't have personal desires." selfish, his father also used the word selfish instead of personal.

"but i do have them." too many of them, all the ones that he shouldn't have regardless. "sometimes i just want to give up everything and do what i want." and maybe kiha would've already done it if he was one hundred percent sure that miles would come with him, that this was what the other wanted instead of the certainly ruined career as a knight if he ever eloped with the crown prince of all people. "that doesn't exactly sound like an excellent king to me." he scrunches his nose then, taking the finished batter to put it to bake. only then that kiha takes a seat close to the knight since they only have to wait now.

"i think you're a great knight so of course you'll be an excellent captain." but kiha returns the same answer without missing a beat, because he trusts miles. he genuinely thinks that— "you'll be excellent in whatever you choose to be, so if it's captain that you want, then." he even sends a genuine smile to the knight, thinking that what kiha really wanted was miles to be happy, to feel fulfilled by his career of choice even if that meant drifting away from kiha himself. it'd pain him, of course, but it'd just pain him more if miles was close to the prince but unhappy. besides, miles was naturally good in almost everything that he tried to do no matter how much himself didn't seem able to acknowledge it.

then there's a small pause that is clearly kiha trying to organize his thoughts, to feel motivated to ask questions he'd never dare to before because the quiet and almost peaceful air of the kitchen during the night seems to be indulging him with it, filling him with a boldness that any other time he'd never have. "do you ever think about running away from your responsibilities?" kiha asks curiously. "like—" he chews on his bottom lip. "just throwing everything to the air and doing what you want, consequences be damned?"

#kcrtia #( * muse:kiha )#( * miles | 003 )#( * thread )#the amount of times my half awaken mind wrote kink instead of king KSDKJFJ

MILES

for the most part, he was still a little uncertain with how to resolve things properly with kiha now that they were in a relationship. what’s worse is that he doesn’t know how to properly communicate to begin with, to even have his thoughts articulated in a way that wouldn’t sound so offensive. wasn’t sure how he was going to get everything off his chest without sounding as though he was ready to fight kiha to the death or to start muttering in riddles for the other to decipher in his free time. instead, he takes a breath in and lets his thoughts settle in his mind. sometimes he felt overly possessive of kiha, in the sense that he didn’t even want anyone near the other— didn’t want kiha to be out of his reach, would almost feel a sense of anxiety kicking in whenever the other was scheduled out of miles’ own to do list. but he would sound all too pathetic admitting everything.

it’s going to be worse. a subtle frown appearing across his features as he tilts his head to the side with slight confusion, not completely understanding what kiha was saying. he wasn’t sure how any of this could be described as bad let alone worse, wasn’t sure what kiha meant by it and even if he did— was almost certain that nothing kiha could ever do would be deemed as bad. “what makes you think i’d want to pry you away from me?” he returns the question, almost contemplates on whether or not it was his fault that kiha felt this way. whether or not he had done something so terrible for kiha to think that he would be grow sick and bored of kiha, that he would want to pry himself away from kiha simply because they were going to be sharing the same roof.

“what makes you think that? is it me? did i do something?” his furrowed brows only intensifying as he pushes his questions out from his mind, trying to control his tone and not sound as confrontational as his features were displaying. only easing up when kiha reassures him that he isn’t afraid of miles, neither his temper. but the other’s reasoning doesn’t completely sit well him miles either, doesn’t feel like he had the right to do what he did to kiha back in the practice room, that nothing gave him the excuse— the authority, to grab at kiha like that. he shakes his head, “no— no, what i did wa— no.” he pauses, unsure of how to word himself, “no, that’s not— the things i had said to you, they were not—” he sighs, shaking his head still. “what i did was inexcusable.” he settles, finding that, that conclusion was easier to come to than trying to form half sentences with his words.

but he softens right back up when kiha continues to speak, when kiha tells him that he was best thing to have ever happened to kiha. it warms him up inside, almost makes him want to dismiss the fact that they were out in public and he couldn’t openly throw his arms around kiha to embrace him and pull him in, to plant his lips against the other. instead, he settles with tug of his corners, “then move in with me, let me keep you safe. you don’t have to stay in my room— you can have your own room on the other side.” he offers.

what makes you think i'd want to pry you away from me? honestly takes kiha by surprise— so much that he just freezes for a moment, his brain uncapable of coming up with anything to counter that. of course that the main vocalist understands that miles would want him close to some extend, after all, they're dating for a reason, but at the same time he also understood that miles' love language was completely different from his, remembers very vividly about how often the other complained when his (now ex) girlfriends were being too cling. of course that kiha also understands that he's an exception to the rule to some extend, that miles puts up with his affection ways more than other people's, more than those girls', but it doesn't mean that at some point he won't have enough, that it changes the fact that he isn't the type for physical affection, either receiving or giving it.

the main vocalist opens and closes his mouth a couple times, now him being the one with problems about finding his words. "just— it's— i—" then he sighs heavily, shifts on his seat and takes a moment so his brain can reboot so it can finally start working like it should. "not in a bad way." he starts because he knows that one of the first things that miles is going to do is to feel bad about this, is to find a way to put the blame on himself when that isn't the case. "you never talked about me especially, but it's just that you were always—" and maybe kiha feels a little embarrassed, weird in bringing up the youngest's past relationships like this, knows that it isn't healthy to compare them, but at the same time that's the only reference that kiha has of miles dating. "remember high school? or when, you know, you last had a girlfriend?" he clears his throat, very obviously avoiding miles' eyes.

"you were just," kiha licks his lips out of nerves and maybe he lied about not being jealous because thinking about miles with other people does bother him a little too much, reminiscing of the time that the other dated girls wasn't exactly pleasant no matter how much of a bad boyfriend miles was. "very vocal about, well— not liking people clinging to you, even your girlfriends so." he shrugs. "but i mean— i know i'm different from them." kiha also makes sure to add so miles doesn't feel like he doesn't listen when the youngest tells him so. they've also had a fight about miles not feeling like kiha listens to him, so he needs to make sure the other knows that he in fact does. "but just because you have a higher tolerance with me doesn't mean that it's impossible for me to push your limits."

and there was their biggest fight too, the one that resulted in kiha with a bruised wrist and miles with a hand print on his cheek and the main reason that disastrous encounter even happened was because kiha didn't understand and respected miles' space. "maybe," kiha concedes, though deep inside a part of him still feels like he somehow deserved it, that this was the price he paid for pushing miles too far, for taking the other's patience for granted. "but it doesn't mean you didn't have a reason to do what you did. and if anything, i also—" kiha pauses, cuts himself off because bringing it up again is hard. "i did something bad in return, the—" the main vocalist sends a glance to miles' cheek where he slapped him, the word dying on his throat. "you know."

that's why he's surprised that miles still asks him to move in with him regardless of all the reasons that kiha just gave him. as much as he still wants to be anxious and refuse miles, the main vocalist is very much appeased and even a little flustered in the best of the ways when the invitation is still up even though he just said that he'll be the clingiest person that miles has ever dated, that as much as he's going to try, kiha can't promise that he won't be too demanding about his need for physical affection with the other. it makes kiha smiles, makes him want to just pull miles by the collar of his jack and kiss senseless. "ok." it also makes kiha finally accept moving in. "yeah, ok, i will."

"maybe i can have the other room at first." he suggests, at least until he feels like the apartment is a little more his— until he feels more comfortable with— "then maybe if it works, if you want to, we can share a room?" but the main vocalist still sounds a little uncertain, still looks at the youngest for approval, though it doesn't take too long for kiha to be blushing, to be confessing that— "because i want to share the room with you, you know, if you also want me to."

then he clears his throat, moves to a less embarrassing topic like— "we also need to go furniture shopping if i'm moving in." and now kiha seems a little more excited, less shy. "not only for my room, but for the rest of the house— get a nice couch and a tv supporter that also can keep your games. it'll be fun."

#kcrtia #( * muse:kiha )#( * miles | 004 )#( * thread )

AERI

she can’t help but smile in reassurance as she tells him that it’s okay to share his problems with her even if they were rich people problems. problems were still problems regardless of whether or not he had money or none at all, that it doesn’t invalidate any of his experiences. unlike him, much of her problems stem from a lack of financial security but now that she has that— somewhat, it’s been a lot better. though, her whole ordeal with her father doesn’t help much with the complications she was already going through, mourning her mother so close to her death anniversary. yet another year she was going to spend seollal without her mother, watching other kids have a family of two happy parents doting on their children. and here she was, without a mother— without a loving father and only a brother who was studying and working during every hour of the day to spend seollal with her.

she lets the little glimmer of sadness spark in her hues as she turns to look at him as he spoke about carrying her to the car, “you might have to, if i decide i suddenly want to dance for the next hour.” her gaze returning to the centre of the venue, where some people had gathered to dance and cavort about the place. it looked almost liberating, aside from the fact that her dance skills were limited to ballroom, limited to the kind that was taught in the dramas that she would watch on campus in the library. she didn’t know the least bit about jumping around to the beat and fist pumping, that all seemed a little uncultured— even for her.

the photos that she had started to compile of him made her heart develop more of a soft spot for him than she had prior. looking at him alone, made most— if not, all of her worries melt away. something about his presence felt reassuring, something about him, made her feel safe and that everything was going to be alright. on the bus, how he stepped in to protect her. around the mall, when he surrendered his hand to be held by her to make her feel safe and assured. the way he would sit with her on campus as she would look at things to buy online, asking for his opinion to make her feel validated. the way he would walk with her around campus without pushing himself onto her, respecting her space. her smile resurfacing as he comments about her being his stalker.

she fixes her posture, sits up a little straighter as she moves to adjust the dress draping over her leg. already somewhat expecting for jungkook to get up and leave her to converse with his fan club leader before them. aeri was already bracing to be left unattended to for the second time, as much as her heart wants to hold onto jungkook because she felt as though half her soul had been sucked out of her without him beside her at these gatherings. then, she has to remind herself that she was only temporary in his life, that she shouldn’t be feeling this dependent on him to begin with. a quiet sigh leaving her, but then, she’s taken by slight surprise when jungkook states he doesn’t want to go. her gaze moves to rest on jungkook, only to be pulled in closer to him.

she glances back up at the girl before them, sensing some hostility beginning to bleed from jungkook’s words, a hand comes to rest on his thigh, gently caressing the material of his pants— a silent reminder to not completely humiliate the girl. but aeri also couldn’t ignore the way that she had completely wrongly assumed the other’s dress was givenchy, the pleating and detail from afar looked almost deceiving. she allows her gaze to linger at the seams, trailing up to the neckline as she senses the other pull back under aeri’s gaze. a simple homage to givenchy’s vintage dresses in the 90s, up close the seams were enough to give away the fact that it wasn’t an authentic givenchy design.

aeri turns to look at jungkook, leans in a little, “baby, it’s not polite to tell other’s you’d tell me their secret.” she speaks loud enough that his fan club leader is able to hear, digits tapping against his thigh. a little more grounded now that she knew he wasn’t going to just get up and run away from her.

but her attention is drawn back to the girl before them, a sour expression greeting aeri but she couldn’t help the smile that guised her smirk against her corners, “i like your dress.” she finally speaks up to the girl, her gaze lifts to meet with the other’s gaze, receiving a prompt and uncertain thanks? accompanied by a confused glance, “givenchy?” aeri questions, receiving a nod and a short anecdote about how her stylists had to move mountains to get her the dress. aeri smiles, nodding, “would have been worth it, if it were actually authentic.” she adds, her hand on jungkook’s lap retrieving to carve the hair back behind her ear— hearing a subtle gasp leave the girl’s mouth, not even she would be brave enough to berate aeri in front of jungkook. aeri was starting to feel her mean streak coming on, that it was too soon for her to be coming out with fangs this early on in her fake relationship with jungkook. “givenchy or not, it’s a lovely dress.” she adds, trying to mediate the humiliation she had caused prior.

jungkook raises his eyebrows when aeri comments about maybe wanting to dance. "well, do you want to?" he asks genuinely curious and surprisingly pliant with the idea. the samsung heir has never bothered even trying to have fun in these fancy parties because it always seemed pointless anyway, especially when he knew that his parents had one or two eyes on him at all times to make sure that he was on his best behavior. besides there was no one in there that he could call his genuine friend, someone who he could loosen up and have fun with like when he's in his own kind of parties. these fancy parties were just boring through and through, however just by being with aeri is enough to make him reconsider it— or at least to not find them as insufferable as they usually are.

or that's what he thought before this girl decided to ruin his fun with something that jungkook wasn't the slightly interesting in especially when it meant that he had to move away from aeri, when in a way or another it meant that he was changing his (fake) girlfriend over a girl who has never done anything but bother and in a way harass him. he doesn't have the patience nor the empathy to even feel sorry for the girl when she seems so flustered and perhaps even a little embarrassed that jungkook wasn't going along with whatever she thought this encounter would be like that, instead that only makes him even more annoyed— until he feels the design student's hand on his thigh, the gesture appeasing his temper a little.

and then it takes jungkook all his years of perfecting a poker face to not react and consequently making a fool out of himself when aeri calls him a term of endearment no matter how much his heart races at the word and perhaps if they were alone, jungkook would feel his cheeks warming up to a soft pink just as warm as the feeling that fills his chest. he mentally scowls at himself to keep it together, to act like aeri calls him baby everyday, though he can't help but tighten the hold on her shoulder just a little bit, pulling her just that little closer.

"isn't it worse if i lie?" he asks in a sincere tone, however jungkook is also being a little of a little shit and it shows in the way that he's trying to fight a smirk from appearing on his lips. "but if you want me to play nice then i'll play nice" he concedes like an obedient dog, eyes softening for a moment before they set on the girl again, because then they go back to being cold like a child who is looking at the hamster that they lost completely interest on. of course that he still won't come with the girl to wherever she wants to drag him, but he supposes he doesn't need to hurry or put her on the spot because of it.

aeri is even complimenting the girl so jungkook— "oh, shit." snorts softly and briefly, having to turn his head with a hand covering his mouth for a moment to try to hold back the rest of the amused laugh that threatens to escape his lips. he genuinely didn't expect the backhanded compliment and it's even more amusing how aeri either genuinly tries to take it back with finishing with a nice word or if she's just trying to rub more salt on the wound, but it's definitely a nice surprise— a perfect last touch to the whole thing especially when the girl seems more embarrassed and lost in what she's supposed to do or say than ever.

"baby," he speaks again when he feels like he won't lose it though he's very much smirking this time, returning the petname to her. "it's very charming to call people out on their fake wealth, please don't ever stop doing that." especially when it's a mean girl who brags so much about her father's construction business and consequently about how many bags and luxurious accessories she can afford because of it. and that seemed to be the last straw with the fake givenchy girl who stuttered some excuse to excuse herself, sending one last flustered glare to aeri before joining the rest of her gang.

"ok, that was really great." jungkook says when they have privacy again, the smirk only growing in size on his lips. "do you also say things like that when i'm not around?"

#kcrtia #( * muse:jungkook )#( * aeri | 002 )#( * thread )

MILES

he doesn’t find any hope in kiha returning his feelings, is almost certain that whatever the other had said on live television was just to appease the situation. he was starting to doubt everything that was going on between them, knows that kiha probably was uncomfortable with the fact that he had a crush on the other and was now looking at him with a different light. and so, he figures that it’d just be best to ignore everything, to act as though none of it had happened, to push all those feelings aside and to act as though kiha was just like everyone else. it would be easier that way, he tries to convince himself.

he wasn’t even sure that if things had happened well between them, that would even be able to carry out a relationship. after all, they were both men and being discreet about his feelings wasn’t going to be an easy task. miles was known to defend his opinions and make them known, but he wasn’t sure if falling for kiha was something he would ever be able to speak up about and confess with his chest. he figures that this would be for the better, to get his confession out into the open and to allow it to sit there until he was able to move past it. until he would be able to look kiha into the eye again without feeling like kiha was his entire world.

and as they shuffle backstage, without the presence of the hosts— things seemed to simmer down just the slightest bit. he nods as kiha responds to his question about his schedule, “nice.” is all that he manages to say in response. considers truly booking a flight to tokyo anyway, regardless of what the ceo had to say, after all, it was only a three hour flight at most. if anything, he would be able to fly back to seoul in a matter of hours if ceo yoo truly needed him to be present— which he doubts.

“i could always tell ceo yoo i’m sick.” sick of the awkwardness that still lingers above their heads, even after their little spat on air. “okay, why—” he pauses because he’s unsure of how to bring it up, unsure of how to make it sound like he’s not trying to pick another fight after they’ve just wrapped ten other fights up. he lowers his voice, avoids trying to appear confrontational, “—why do i have a feeling that you don’t believe me?” brows knitting together slightly as he spoke, feels as though kiha didn’t take anything he had just said into consideration or perhaps the other didn’t take any of it seriously. “or is this you trying to act like nothing happened?” as much as miles wanted to act as though nothing happened, he’d at least wanted to be aware of the game plan the other was pursuing as to not further humiliate himself.

kiha honestly thought that this was it, that now he and miles were just pretending that nothing happened and hopefully one day things will feel normal between them again. however, that thought is quickly thrown away when miles directly asks him about what they were doing and kiha is a very weak man because his resolve— his upset feelings are quickly dying when the youngest comes to him and the main vocalist can see that he's trying to not sound confrontational, that he's simply asking about how they're supposed to treat each other with this new information between them. as much as he tries to fight it, kiha is still a little unsure about how deep miles' feelings are for him, if they're indeed romantic or not, especially in the long run.

"they're your feelings, miles." and the main vocalist's voice is gentle and a little warm, completely different from the tone that he was using moments ago even though he very intentionally ignores the first question that he's asked because he doesn't want to get another fight so soon, doesn't want them going into circles. "if you want me to act like nothing happened then that's what i'm going to do." because that's the courtesy that he can offer, is the courtesy that his teenager self would want if miles were ever aware of his feelings. "but if you want me to think about it and give you an answer, we can do that too. anything you want." because miles should be the one to decide what he's doing with his own feelings and how he's going to deal with them.

after all, kiha understands the feeling of not wanting to be more hurt than necessary, understands that confessing one's feelings and not receiving an immediate yes hurts enough and understands that one wouldn't want to prolong the suffering, simply desiring that those feelings would go away as soon as possible so things could go back to normal— regardless of what is the true nature of miles' feelings, platonic or romantic, regardless if the other is going to wake up someday and decide that indeed he has always seen kiha as a friend and maybe he got a little too emotional over their friendship and he misunderstood his own feelings.

the main vocalist wants to reach out for miles, wants to hold his hand or pull him into a hug or just— anything that involves getting the youngest closer to him, but he knows that he can't do that when they just came out of a conversation that involved miles' feelings and a possible rejection, when kiha knows that skinship with someone you like but doesn't return those feelings is nothing but painful, does nothing but makes things even worse. so, instead, he puts his phone back on his pocket along with his hands just to be sure that he won't do anything stupid and harmful to their still a little fragile friendship. "so what do you want to do?"

#kcrtia #( * muse:kiha )#( * miles | 007 )#( * thread )

EUIJUN

just one. that was better than him, at least. euijun has been to exactly none, only sporadically appearing in their group chat when he has been tagged or mentioned one too many times to simply ignore. his brother tells him that he needs to make a prompt decision on whether or not staying in medical school was going to be something he wanted to do longterm, because at this rate, it was only making his athletic career suffer. his brother had a point, that he was to focus all or nothing onto the one thing he was most passionate about and it makes a deep sigh depart from his lips as he stares at the textbook before him.

eyes lifting to look at the notes she had compiled, giving it a brief skim- just enough to get a synopsis of her points. he nods as she suggests trading notes, sliding his own across the table to her. notes that he had compiled in the middle of soccer practice and in between his break times on campus. sometimes he surprised himself how much he could get done when under extreme pressure and the duress of the educational system.

“sorry, what’s your name?” euijun almost feels bad for having to ask, his question evidence alone that he doesn’t participate enough in their group chat to find out their names. the only reason he even knew what everyone looked like was based on the table number he was given before having entered an hour late. “i’m jun by the way.” a smirk lining his features, “you can clearly tell i don’t turn up to the meetings enough to know shit.” at least he’s self aware, a slight chuckle following his words.

“so, what’s your stance on capital punishment?” his gaze still stuck on her notes for a moment before returning to the textbook in front, “are you pro or anti capital punishment?” digits flipping through the pages, “i might be pro. life sentence is basically a variation of capital punishment.”

yuna didn't bother to know more about the classmate she's paired up in this assignment just like she didn't really get to know more about any other member of the group that she ended up in for this assignment, because it isn't like she could be exactly picky when for starters she'd rather do the work by herself and she didn't really put too much of an effort in trying to seek out what the best group would be for her to join. but she knew, considering the rest of the group wasn't very subtle about it, that they made her work with someone who has much of an unstable attendance as she does and she can't help but worry that the other might have a problem with attendance not due to something important like but because of lack of responsibility.

however, that worry melts away when she skims over his notes. they're a good research though she can also sense that they were made through the pressure of not having enough time to do them properly. the effort is there nonetheless and she can see that they can be useful for their work. yuna is still looking through his notes when she's asked the questions, her eyes traveling up to meet her partner and her lips curving into an amused smile. "it's ok. it isn't like i'm much better than you." the law student reassures the other. after all, she only knows a couple of names in their group because they're in a group chat and even then she can't exactly say what names to what faces and it's useless to try to pretend that she has the higher ground between them, that she has any ground to stand on.

besides, so far jun seems like a pleasant enough person, agreeable and is willing to work, probably with the same motivation as yuna that is to finish this assignment as quickly and smoothly as possible, hopefully getting that maximum grade as a result. "i'm yuna. lee yuna." she offers her name in return to his, offering her surname even though the other didn't offer his and not thinking too much about it.

yuna puts his note to the side again when he asks her about the her opinion about the capital punishment which is a very controversial topic and just what their assignment is about. "i—" she opens her mouth to answer, to actually agree with jun especially when she believes that there are some crimes that only the capital punishment seems like the solution for them. however, she's interrupted when her phone on top of the table rings. "sorry." yuna apologizes right away and reaches for it to be ignore it, but then she catches her brother's name on the calling id and she knows she can't ignore it.

"i need to take it real quick." she sends a more genuine apologetic look to jun before standing up and stepping away to have some privacy to talk to her brother. however, the call doesn't take as long as she thought it would, isn't as important as she thought it'd be so she bid her goodbyes with a promise that they could talk later when she wasn't in the middle of university stuff.

"sorry again," is the first thing out of her mouth when she comes back and this time she puts her phone in her bag to show a little more of consideration towards the other and their small reunion. "it was family stuff." then yuna clears her throat. "but yeah, i agree with you. besides, there are some horrendous crimes that i think a capital punishment are justified."

#jayvng #( * muse:yuna )#( * euijun | 001 )#( * thread )

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