sweet talk

cha eunwoo / nineteen / the cupid

[ccxjoy]

◌ bubble tea

jaehyun couldn’t believe that last night’s events actually happened. first of all, he was enclosed in an alley with a random girl, bodies stuck together. he even called the girl cute. this was all too much for jaehyun, a boy who doesn’t know much about love. well it isn’t love, jaehyun thinks, a pink tint covering his cheeks. interest, maybe?

second of all, he was chased by the police. throughout the day that thought was replaced with the detail that he was with a girl. blood would start to rise to his cheeks and he would ignore the thought for a while, only to repeat it a few moments later. 

fingers wrapped around the plastic cup containing his bubble tea, he stares at the empty seat in front of him. he shakes his legs as he impatiently waits for eunwoo. although he doesn’t notice it, the mystery girl must’ve left quite an impact on him. such an impact that it caused him to text “cafe, now” to his best friend ten times. he hopes that eunwoo wouldn’t run into the cafe, expecting a grandiose announcement, only to be greeted with a story about a girl and an extra-large cup of milk tea.  

[cceunwoo-blog]

jaehyun was never urgent. so, eunwoo was frantic. already, he was staring at the sum of his previous paycheck, calculating how much money he could wire to his best friend. his troubled thoughts were imagining hospital bills and somber news and a tidal wave of tears — the latter item belonging to eunwoo, of course. sometimes he wondered if he was in his right mind to befriend a human. it was senseless to care for someone so perishable. but he did.

he was sweating a little when he burst through the doors of their favorite bubble tea joint. eyes darted from table to table, searching for his one spitting image. he found it. maybe he looked irked, but he immediately went into overbearing mother mode. “are you okay? are you hurt anywhere?” eunwoo fretted, poring over jaehyun’s body instead of sitting down. his heart settled when he couldn’t find any gaping holes or ugly scratches. 

finally, he sat. “what’s the matter?” eunwoo was still frowning. maybe jaehyun was sick on the inside. his stomach curled in displeasure at the mere thought, so he pushed it away. instead, he reached for the drink to distract himself. it was just like him to get all worked up over nothing. this was probably some prank. if it was, eunwoo vowed to block this jerk’s number and never speak to him again. 

[ccjongin-blog]

( sweet card of mine )

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ccjongin:

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“i love you, stupid,” he heard the other boy say.

what? 

impossible, jongin thought. he blinked as eunwoo’s figure walked into the apartment, mouth suddenly dry. what was he to say? for how long? why? me? but instead he stared, lips parted. 

let’s be rational jongin, he silently thought, let’s be rational and – “you love me?” he asked, words leaving his lips before he could stop them. “wait – what?”

he remembers when he met jongin. it was years ago. the kid was a newbie and rather unimpressive — but eunwoo’s eyes never left him. he was downright smitten, and it swelled each time his hero said his name. 

eunwoo didn’t understand it. this feeling that bubbled within him was thick, and there were thorns under its surface. often, he didn’t like it. he didn’t know what he wanted from jongin. all he knew was that he wanted too much. and here, as he witnessed this boy becoming a man, he knew that what he wanted was more than jongin could offer. 

none of this blocked his ever-growing roadway of want though. 

another mile was added onto it when jongin didn’t respond with repulse. confusion wasn’t negative, but it wasn’t positive either. 

at times like this, eunwoo tried to act natural — aka human, which wasn’t in his nature. he was an awful actor, too. 

be casual, he badgered himself as he hoisted his weight onto the countertop. he failed the first time, muscles unsure with nerves. the second time was a charm with nothing but a soft grunt. 

he sat there. legs kicked idly, and he picked at the edge of the marble. normally, he watched jongin prepare a makeshift meal from this standpoint. that was more enjoyable.

“you heard me,” he answered in a quieter voice than he had hoped. eunwoo wondered if it would be easier to suffocate himself when he noticed how hot his cheeks felt. he lowered his head. 

deep down, he knew this was fake. love was an invention by mortals to make their sorry lives more livable. maybe he had eaten too many sweets, or he was plagued by the romantics that flocked like geese to his workspace. 

he hated himself for this, but jongin was becoming harder and harder to cling onto. something or someone was luring him in another direction. if he didn’t do this, everything would be lost. 

eunwoo didn’t know if he could breathe without jongin.

so, he had to risk it all. 

“please.. don’t trade me off.” already, the air was clogged in his throat. “i’ll be better. i’ll really try. i promise. please don’t..” 

maybe he could be enough. maybe he could be all jongin needed — forever. 

if i was the only one, would i be good enough for you? 

eunwoo heard his own voice, and its tone was dark. anyone could depend on him to be chipper and cheerful. he didn’t want to scare jongin, but he didn’t mean to ask this aloud. 

he didn’t even want to know the answer, because he already knew it.

[cceunwoo-blog]

holiday :~)

holiday: i’ll write our characters celebrating a holiday together 

this was the worst holiday.

eunwoo raved over orange jack-o-lanterns and gushed about red and white candy canes. meanwhile, he scrunched his nose at tacky conversation hearts and chocolate roses.

other holidays were loaded with cheer and warmth. valentine’s day was different. it was all on the surface, and it trusted its profit on those with simple hearts. saps were fooled into the pinks and pastels. everyone was dedicated to a love that would never last. it was fake. 

eunwoo was no pessimist. in fact, he was sickeningly optimistic. it was february fourteenth that happened to plague him with a twenty-four hour flu.

“mina?” the card peered curiously at the girl, shifting his body behind the front door. company was not expected, so he was selling the just-rolled-out-of-bed look nicely. “what are you doing here?”

“don’t you know what day it is?” mina grinned. now, he realized she came with full arms. 

“thursday?” eunwoo was lost. his plans to mope all day were botched once she budged in. he tried to comb through his mussed hair with his fingers, watching her set down some bags on the counter. 

“you’re cute,” she giggled, and the sound of crinkling plastic added another tone of chimes. 

sure, he hated valentine’s day, but he loved sweets. so, he was less miffed as she revealed the heart-shaped boxes, shimmying off their lids to display the rows of chocolates. before he could speak, mina stuffed one in his mouth.

his next words were unintelligible thanks to the velvety thickness on his tongue.

“don’t talk with your mouth full,” she chided with a fond smile. “now, get dressed. you’re taking me on a date tonight.”

eunwoo rolled his eyes. 

it was against his nature to turn her down. his grunts and overall reluctance didn’t seem to faze her. he didn’t have the words.

sooner or later, he would kill her with kindness — all in a rather backwards way.

[cceunwoo-blog]

love

love: i’ll write a drabble of my character admitting they love yours

for someone that handled it quite often, eunwoo didn’t know much about love. 

he knew what it looked like. it wasn’t red roses or foiled hearts. it was fleeting. now and then, it was caught in a photograph. the minuscule details of how close someone clung onto their partner or how their fingers curled carefully into another’s clothing were what eunwoo traced over in these faded moments. other times, it was a glaze of fondness in a man’s eyes or a tinge of pink in a woman’s cheeks. it was delicate and alluring from the outside-in.

he knew what it smelled like. it was as simple as some burnt toast and overcooked eggs for a sunday breakfast, or a spritz of a christmas gift’s perfume. the aroma of love was tender, and it reminded him of warm honey being stirred into tea. it was life’s syrup to sweetness, and its scent was one that caught at the back of one’s throat, lingering there for a short while.

he knew what it sounded like. sometimes it was loud and drunken, impassioned on the rewards of lust. other times it was soft and needy, sighing out puffs of desperation, sandwiched between each breath. whether it was a burst of chime-like laughter or those long croons better saved for the bedroom, love’s voice was full. it was rounded with more than oxygen from the lungs, but almost like the heart were pulsing a fervor into it.

but he had forgotten what it felt like — until he met jongin.

“get inside.” jongin waved eunwoo towards his building, where the latter would hike up to his empty apartment and feel— well, empty. he also shuddered, but eunwoo didn’t know if it was from impatience or nighttime’s frost.

he didn’t move.

here, it was perfect. 

they were alone, illuminated by a sole street lamp. the occasional breeze nudged between them, but that was all. any time, eunwoo could change things. he could make jongin fall in love with him, and he could erase everyone else — but if that was the toll for happiness, he was hesitant. 

“is something wrong?” jongin asked, and eunwoo could read that puzzled expression. that goddamn vat of genuine care. it tormented him so. 

“no—” eunwoo lied.

jongin responded with a doubtful look. 

so, he preserved this moment — the point where the two were merely hero and card. this was where he could look jongin in the eye and not feel remorse. this was where he would go years from now, pondering on the what ifs.

because eunwoo wanted him. it wasn’t in a sexual way. perhaps it wasn’t even a romantic way. he wanted to keep jongin here, with him. it was ludicrous and selfish, but this was the one thing he would bet every penny on. 

he wanted jongin for himself, because no one else would have him like jongin does.

the three words were tied on his tongue, and he stared back at jongin — waiting, worried. 

jongin stepped forward, and eunwoo stepped back. it was defensive. he had let the other in too deep already. 

the one move shattered the balance that had kindled in the silence. only now, eunwoo heard the engines of vehicles whirring in the street over, and he heard the far-off chatter of the television from the third floor. he heard jongin’s breathing, steady and solid. 

eunwoo forced out a dry laugh. the smile felt foreign on his lips. if he didn’t brush it off, he would crumble.

“i love you, stupid.” he pretended his voice didn’t crack, breaking off like a chunk of ice. and he went inside.

more than you’ll ever know.

[cceunwoo-blog]

fight, hate

fight: i’ll write a drabble of my character fighting with/against yours

the kiss was smeared like a brand on his lips, still scorching like the iron just met his skin. the rain showered the two in a sheet. jongin’s jacket was sodden on his shoulders.

“you did what?” baekhyun was murderous, and his voice alone had enough bite to have the hounds retreating. eunwoo was no exception.

“i— kissed jongin.” he almost didn’t believe it himself. yet, there was still the telltale tingle at his tongue. guilt was reaping in his chest, and he readied himself to apologize.

— tw: blood, violence

next thing, he was on the pavement, and his bones were rattled. baekhyun’s fingers were strained over his throat, pressing in the darkest of bruises. slowly but surely, he was suffocating.

“if you so much as look in jongin’s direction again, i’ll rip you apart. piece by piece.” a venom seeped from his words. eunwoo’s eyes were tearing — half of it was the raindrops that continued overhead, blissfully unaware of the snarl on earth’s floor.

right when the edges of his vision were blearing off into blackness, baekhyun showed him mercy — or whatever the closest thing is for a man so heartless. even for a card, he was beyond inhuman. 

“he’s mine,” he added, his voice dropping to a growl. 

eunwoo had the feeling baekhyun was speaking to a larger audience — like he was trying to convince himself like jongin wasn’t slipping through his fingers, as well.

hate: i’ll write our character’s hating each other

eunwoo didn’t hate. 

hatred depleted him — leeching up his power source and consuming him in a billowy shadow. which was the funny thing about baekhyun, he was the shadow. baekhyun was a vile beast that throttled his insides, and eunwoo evolved into something ugly.

another thing — when eunwoo felt emotions, he felt them hard. maybe he didn’t hate baekhyun, but he sure wanted him dead. sadly, stone cold and lifeless wasn’t in their nature. 

previously, he didn’t know he had a capacity for such monstrosity.

jongin brought out the best and worst in him. eunwoo was strapped onto a leash, and it choked him, strangling his pipes. everything he knew and more was tied to jongin: the boy that captured him all those years ago. fate had bound them together, and he would like to take a chainsaw to fate and see how it fared. 

baekhyun hated him.

his presence was a blade in eunwoo’s back, tallying every touch and smile from the boy between them. every now and then, eunwoo would remind himself not so fast and not too close. even so, he was bleeding, and the trail of scarlet in his wake was thinning. 

his weakness was not born from the carnage. no, he was weak, because he was losing. 

jongin didn’t look at him like he looked at baekhyun, and jongin didn’t love him like he loved baekhyun. these things were true — but why did the truth burn like acid in his stomach?

maybe eunwoo did hate.

maybe eunwoo hated jongin for making him like this. now, that was a lie. and it sure swallowed smoothly.

[cceunwoo-blog]

movie :-)

movie: i’ll write a drabble of our characters watching a movie together

"that movie is still in theaters,” eunwoo pointed out, a dubious wrinkle in his nose. jaehyun had lured him here — for what? a lie, apparently.

“a friend burned me a copy,” jaehyun explained, holding up the compact disc as proof. 

“so, this is illegal?” compared to other felonies, this was minor. it was also a secret. eunwoo wound down, smoothing his ruffled feathers. “alright.”

the criminal in the room did a little cheer before scampering over to the television. all the while, he was rambling through the entire plot of finding nemo, the prequel to the animation he was preparing for enjoyment. eunwoo relaxed with a roll of his eyes, settling into the cushions of the couch.

soon, the two children were smushed together, remote at the ready in jaehyun’s hand. the volume was raised to one hundred before the black screen faded to cartoon-y images. neither had seen the trailer, but it looked different than the first movie — similar to the shows he sometimes wandered over on netflix. maybe this was a reimagined version.

so, it continued for twenty minutes. 

— tw: mild nsfw material

“uh,” eunwoo blurted out nervously when the two main characters were doing something not suited for those seventeen and under.

his face heated up when clothing was stripped off seconds later, flashing miles of drawn curves and privates. it was like he was teleported onto the star known as the sun. he broke out into a frantic sweat.

“jaehyun!” he shrieked in horror, a sheen of alarm on his face. 

“i’m sorry, i’m sorry!” jaehyun surged for the remote, mashing random buttons to remove these vulgarities from the screen. 

something happened alright. the disc skipped, and the it changed to a muscular man with two voluptuous (did z cups exist?) women sucking off his poor flesh. eunwoo was ruined. 

“i’m leaving! bye!” he shot up, darting straight for the door. over his shoulder, he shouted, “we aren’t friends anymore!”

[cceunwoo-blog]

rain

rain: i’ll write a fluffy drabble of our characters kissing in the rain

rain was wet — eunwoo learned this in kindergarten, paired with colorful photos that portrayed each season. the thick paper was laminated to conserve its integrity from the grubby hands of five-year-olds. however, eunwoo may as well have learned it here, pressed to minhyuk, cool droplets snaking down his spine.

minhyuk smelled of rainfall. the essence of earth was matted into his cologne, like something natural and whole and unheard of in this world. it lingered with his warm breath, cascading as a vapor would between them, and eunwoo almost didn’t feel the beads of water streaming down the side of his face, collecting on his eyelashes and falling with each blink. 

it was cold, but the only thing trembling was eunwoo’s heart — he didn’t know it could beat like this. he was warm. the quiet between them was too loud, louder than the fit of precipitation around them. flustered, eunwoo looked away, breathing in the fresh air that wasn’t yet polluted by the fever that settled and swelled between their bodies. it was impossible — eunwoo wasn’t the sort to be swept up in a moment, a victim of silly daydreams and idealized romance. 

then, minhyuk’s hands fit around his cheeks, raindrops melting between their skin, and eunwoo wasn’t so sure anymore. his thumb was velvet and smoothed away droplets as if they were tears, tsking under his breath. the boy could feel everything — how minhyuk’s palm was a blanket over  his cheeks and his fingertips planted heavily on his temples. it wasn’t a bad feeling.

one of them leaned in first, he didn’t know who. all he remembers is being pulled forward, and a pair of lips met his own. it was innocent and soft and nice. eunwoo was a little dizzy in the head.

kissing in the rain was something that only happened in movies, but he didn’t mind being a two dimensional character amid a sappy and cliché plot for a minute or two.

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ღ daddy

@ccjongin

eunwoo knew it. jongin’s stench was like a tramp in need of a bath. every day, he detected the details of love curling in the air, just shy of his fingertips. it was everywhere. it glazed over his client’s eyes and whistled down a sun-soaked sidewalk. it was raw in his barista’s voice, and it was heard between the thin walls of his apartment. whenever he encountered it, it flooded into him like the sweetest oxygen. yet, it sickened him. ever since the seal’s fall, it ached him in the confines of his chest. it was here, now. jongin was in love — he reeked of it.

he was quiet. if he were being honest, he had known of jongin’s condition for weeks. eunwoo didn’t picture himself in the position to ask questions. true, jongin was the most important person to him — even if he himself was weak, he would defend the boy with his life. still, he was hesitant. the other had never expressed anger or frustration towards him, and he didn’t want to see the only stable relationship he had crumble. but now, it was so potent, so dizzying, that he could no longer ignore it.

the two were at jongin’s place. eunwoo managed a couple nicks and scratches from a little scuffle. he was surprised, because jongin seldom summoned him. his abilities were less fit for battle than kyungsoo. he was akin to a ragdoll — a useless and easy target. “daddy,” eunwoo paused, picking and choosing the right words. “what do you know about love?” jongin couldn’t fool him, but he was curious to see if he would try.

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ღ edging

@cctaehyung​

ricky wasn’t scum per say — but eunwoo had his share of opinions. the quicksilver lot was something special. although, everything he knew was filtered through the eyes and ears of kim jongin. these senses were muddled underneath the boy’s care, almost as if his big head were shoved up his own ass. jongin was naive. the fool had a swollen heart, and there was enough room in there for the entirety of the human race. it was a curse and a blessing. the former half was fatter, and it left droplets of black ink in his footprints. regardless, he was pretty close to the only thing eunwoo had. trust was a tart taste in his mouth, but maybe he could swallow a little on jongin’s behalf.

back to ricky. eunwoo harbored a hushed fascination for this one. there was a knack for philandering that a blind man could see — but why? it wasn’t his business, even if he entertained the idea of them being friends. his courage was too shallow to veer off from friendly chitchat. nonetheless, he felt comfortable with ricky. simultaneously, he was irked. he didn’t want to befriend someone that spat on his profession. he was going to fix it. this included almost turning back about a dozen times in the process.

finally, he reached the other’s front door. this wasn’t his first time at ricky’s apartment. last time, the overgrown child cornered him into watching zootopia four times in a row. ricky probably had a crush on the fox. here, hand poised and ready to knock, he almost ditched this plan. what was he thinking? he had never done something like this before. it was unsafe and irresponsible. all his doubts simmered down to the fact: maybe he cared about ricky. just a little bit. eunwoo didn’t want to see him sink. 

on top of that, he was miffed. caution was chucked to the lacking wind, and he knocked thrice.

[cceunwoo-blog]

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@cctaemin

the bleeps of pacman and clangs of pinball bounced around in eunwoo’s eardrums. students were still clad in their uniforms — which needed a good ironing. a chain of teenage boys charged through, ramming into him. eunwoo wasn’t a klutz, but gravity wasn’t his friend either. his balance bailed on him, and he lurched backwards. the crunch of glass was heard beneath his elbow, chilling his blood with an awful realization. this couldn’t be good.

after sweeping a skittish look around, assuring there were no bystanders, he righted himself. next, he assessed the damage. fantastic. the machine’s screen was smashed in, splintering pieces framing the perimeter. eunwoo stared at the disaster in minor distress, and he no longer registered the roars of fanfare that danced around him. but he couldn’t just walk away. that would be beyond impolite and downright unethical. 

eunwoo didn’t even like arcades. he was here on a work-related mission. funnily, he was out of touch with today’s youth. he needed to make his trade more attractive to this target group. kids that don’t earn their own money are proficient at wasting it — not that eunwoo’s practice was a waste, but older folks were less romantic. teens were wearing a rose-tinted lens over each eye, and love was very real to them. it was a little unfair to profit from naivety, but he had to put food on the table, too. 

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