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minsook: baby bambi 😭

minsook: i dont deserve u 😭

minsook: do you do home delivery...?

minsook: i dont really wanna leave my room rn.....

jiho: i think you do!! 🤗

jiho: you know, i don't normally, but...

jiho: you're special, so i'll make an exception!

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minsook: this day is so shitty

minsook: i ruined my phone, got sick and upset a lady in just three hours :-(

minsook: dont u think i deserve cuddles n hot cocoa to cheer up now :-( :-( :-(

minsook: wait holy shit

minsook: wrong number shit sorry !! let's pretend this never happened ok thanks fam

jiho: i'm sorry, i can't do that! you're always so good to me

jiho: what kind of friend would i be if i turned my back on you now?

jiho: i'll tell you, a terrible one and one i certainly don't ever wish to be

jiho: SO cuddles and hot cocoa are on their way!! 😊

jiho: where would you like me to drop them off?

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hcneybii:

the PAIN in her leg seemed to s p r e a d with each ‘ comforting ’ rub she gave to it, only making it worse. she believed in karma, and today seemed to be the day that her frenemy was getting back at her for, making her trip and fall over a damn SHOELACE. for what, you might ask? maybe it was the fact she ate a whole piece of strawberry shortcake during her diet when she KNEW she wasn’t supposed to, or could it have been the incident last month when she spilled ACCIDENTALLY spilled coffee blend on her dog and turned her hair brown, or maybe it was the straight up fact she shoved her hair in her FACE. the last was the obvious and correct answer.

despite the fact the rims of her eyes welled up with tears over the minor injury, she forced them back when she’d heard a voice in front of her, along with a helping hand. ‘ i’m okay… ’ she muttered, taking in a deep breath. no crying, girly, you got this. taking the other’s hand, she pulled herself up from the pavement. to shy away from any other possibilities of further embarrassing herself, she looked him straight in the eye to tell him the “ truth ”, determined to let him know she wasn’t a total ditz for doing something so… well, D I T Z Y. ‘ just to let you in on the details, i didn’t trip over my shoelace. my hair blew in my face and i tripped and— ’ rambling didn’t seem to help, but it didn’t seem to stop her from talking a mile a minute to explain the whole story.

his grip around the stranger is gentle and supportive; he’s careful, as if he’ll break her otherwise. for a moment, jiho turns his head, attempting to hide the smile on his face, to suppress the chuckle that wishes to escape. his throat is cleared, the amusement ( at her words, certainly not the situation ) swallowed. he focuses his gaze back on her, reassurance pulling at plump lips. “you don’t owe me an explanation, i’m just glad you’re okay.” only a few more steps until they’re at the bench and strong arms are helping her sit. “i don’t have any band-aids or anything, but give me a second; i can make this work.” his grip is released and he leaves her, jogging to the water fountain a few paces away --- he may not carry a first aid kit with him on his runs ( which doesn’t make much sense to him now that he thinks about it ), but he doesn’t leave anywhere without handkerchiefs. he soaks it, allowing the fabric to drown in the cool water before he rings it out and reconnects with the wounded female. “here, we can clean it with this and then i’ll rinse it off again before we wrap it around to keep it protected until you can get a proper bandage on it ... unless you already have one?” 

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princess.hyuna: i know, but thank you so much, babe! princess.hyuna: aww! we’re both sending you lots of kisses. princess.hyuna: that’s actually a really good idea! princess.hyuna: my heart is melting. i need a good name for the show.  do you have any ideas?

j.ho: d’oh, stop!! j.ho: i know, i’m surprised. i forget that i’m capable of having those every so often. j.ho: i don’t see why you can’t name it exactly what you said j.ho: you know, about him eating his heart out... j.ho: it’d catch people’s attention, don’t you think?

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goldenxhyuna:

princess.hyuna: look at mr. karl lagerfeld! he’s the cutest dog in the world. princess.hyuna: aren’t we adorable? dogs love me. i’m amazing. princess.hyuna:cesar millan,eat your heart out!

j.ho: you guys are adorable!  j.ho: especially with that matching hot pink ensemble you’ve got going on j.ho: maybe you should get your own show j.ho: because i’d totally watch you over that guy

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isaheo:

     features remained drawn to bleed apologetic smiles, fingertips brushing at fabric ( as they crept upwards, to hold at shoulders— the urge to cling, bubbling… but failed to be acted upon ), as onyx hues found themselves  g l u i n g  to the ground beneath feet, with shyness bleeding into mannerisms. iseul had always felt comfortable when in jiho’s presence, the aura that they radiated bringing EASE, which was evident in how the smaller male would act ( when around the other )… however, whenever they reconnected, there was a period of time that iseul would retreat ( fall back to square one ) and, with how he was acting in this current moment, it showed—— he could’t rid of his typical demeanour, anxious ( regardless of the steady heartbeat that was drawn from touch ). perhaps, this all came down to a fear, paranoia taunting at thoughts, with the belief that he was not wanted here… regardless, of what vocalisations had suggested. there was a soft breath that threaded off plump tiers ( in which teeth had found themselves, momentarily, settling into ), as the boy connected words to spill, calculating, “ i j-just— ” he cut himself short, gaze raising ( to analyze features, take in the beauty of the male stood under his touch ), warmth bleeding into his expression, “ i p-promise, ” words rang with sincerity, mainly, because iseul was terrible at concealing when touches would overstep boundaries ( a boy drowned with fear, gasping for air, was a sight that could not be missed ), “ y-you know—— k-know that i’m happy t-to have y-you touch me… ” jiho being one of the only people with the privileged, flinched touches rare between the pair ( and it was uncommon for iseul not to flinch ), and, iseul wanted him to know this… but, as always, words failed to reach the tip of his tongue—— captured by the SWELLED lump in his throat. 

     eyebrows knitted, as his gaze resettled on jiho’s features ( iseul would fixate on the other all day, if there wasn’t the barrier of burning cheeks, to be stained scarlet, and nauseating shyness ), confusion at the protest ( if it could be called that ), before the following words were heard— obsidian hues gazing into the others, as his chest  s k i p p e d… how could the other speak such nonsense? a crimson hue danced on apple’s of his cheeks, protest settling at the tip if his tongue—— though it waited, until the motion had concluded, with his arm willingly following with the tug ( a hand connecting with warmth of jiho’s chest )… his own heart FLUTTERING with the contact. the thuds vibrated into his palm, humming through fingertips, and iseul couldn’t bring himself to move ( nor did he want to ), only the motion of a thumb stroking—— as if that would calm the rapid beating… iseul, mildly, concerned. “ n-no, ” he finally managed, “ stop w-with that. ” he felt guilty protesting what had been said, but, he couldn’t allow it— iseul thought so highly of jiho, so, the smaller boy wished for the other to see themselves in the same radiant light. “ you’re —— you a-are so gorgeous, ” so much more than me, “ b-believe that. ” a hand reached, to brush at jiho’s cheek—— the touch craved. before a shaken inhale, warmth bleeding into a smile, words failing to fall from lips… he could only HOPE that jiho would understand ( they had known each other long enough for him to know that iseul’s strength was not in talking ), as silence settled— though, void of discomfort— if only for a moment, before movement. hands dropped, taking their place on his lap ( slightly, disappointed with the separation ),  as a nod was given.

     being left with his own thoughts, especially when it came to moments alike this ( when iseul was questioning his every action ), was never safe… though, it was not as if anything STUPID could occur, when within the others apartment—— perhaps, this was why his room was forever drowned with hummed melodies, to drown out taunting thoughts, that lingered ( until the silence loomed and they could attack ). however, the opportunity was barely granted, with the return of the other occurring  s o o n e r  than anticipated ( iseul being thankful, because, if more time was to have been bled into thoughts, there was more possibility of him making an early departure—— and, he knew, that was not what he wanted ), with a vision that made his stomach turn ( how could one person be so perfect? ). there was a gentle smile offered, reassuring settling through his expression ( so that words would not be required, he was already bordering exhaustion ), as his gaze followed, until the body was besides his own… a fresh scent bleeding, only identifiable to jiho ( this was all too familiar ). instinct had began to settle, iseul’s head settling against the flesh of the other ( resting, cautious of the pressure… what was new? ), as he listened to the words that spilled —— “ i… i a-am sorry for being so— s-so abrupt, ” he offered, plump lips pushing together, “ i — a-and, i’m g-glad i came too… i r-really did miss you— t-there’s not enough d-distance t-to keep— k-keep me from you. ” the smaller male settled more by the passing moment, as onyx hues aimed to glimpse at the features of the other, “ i’m—— i-i’m good… t-things are… g-good, ” he was tired of speaking, at least for now, EVEN with the mention of his passion, “ p-photography… y-yeah. ” he shrugged, hoping to not have portrayed himself as rude ( it occurred a lot, people taking offence to how he would respond ), but, he could not muster more, “ a-anything new with you? ”

his mind normally tugs him in two different directions : pull iseul close, push him away. he can’t afford getting too close, he knows this, but ( in iseul’s feather-like grasp ) he’s content. it’s a feeling he’s missed desperately and right now, jiho is too focused on getting lose in soft skin and affectionate touches to worry about listening to reason. after all, he’s allowed to be selfish sometimes, right? --- it doesn’t matter. shades of crimson bloom atop his cheeks at iseul’s confession ( if one could call it that ) --- did he hear him correctly? or was his mind playing a cruel trick? “ah, well...” jiho decides to believe in his senses, “i’m---uh---how do i say this without it sounding wrong? i’m always more than happy to touch you and i’ll do it as long as you’ll allow me to.” this visit doesn’t seem any different than the others --- quickened heart beats, flushed cheeks warming his features, always wanting more. to him, there is no such thing as too close ... except when he finds himself suffocating and wanting nothing more than iseul to come to his rescue, to pull him from the fire, but what if isuel gets burned too?

butterflies make themselves at home, fluttering inside his stomach. what is this power iseul has? he isn’t complaining, but he’s perplexed ( despite falling easily ). he silently curses the fabric separating the opportunity for skin-to-skin, but he doesn’t have time to dwell. a nervous chuckle slips into the air between them, “well, i know i can always trust your words, so i’ll just say thank you and offer you the same because that’s my truth about you.” eyes flutter shut as he leans into the touch he’s coveted, his own hand settling atop isuel’s. “why,” mahogany hues are revealed once more, his rhetorical question barely audible; masked by him clearing his throat as he disappears from the other to clean up, “why do i like you so much?” whilst in the shower, despite the length of it, jiho’s mind doesn’t stop running --- thinking about issy, the two of them, inho. things don’t seem to work out well for him. did he really think he and iseul were going to be any different” that this ... ‘ relationship ’ they shared would save them from the danger that seems to follow him? wasn’t that the same thing as asking for the impossible? no, e won’t allow their story to end that way. no matter how hard things may get, he’s never going to let what happened in the past happen again. this time, he’ll keep his grip, but he won’t hold on so tight that he becomes the reason for their fallout. with a newfound conviction, he reconnects with the other ( hoping the confidence will last, though he knows not to hold his breath )

when the, almost non-existent, weight is felt on his bare skin, jiho’s first instinct is to wrap his arm around the other. his grip is protective and ... loving. he’s attentive when iseul speaks, quickly realizing his mistake. jiho cant’ speak with issy the way he does others --- iseul needs time, he needs a chance to relax and breathe ( or that’s how he feels ). “i’m sorry, issy. i don’t mean to bombard you, it’s just---i feel like a lot of time has passed and i feel like i’ve missed out on some important stuff.” a soft kiss is placed on iseul’s head, as an apology ( and because it feels like the right thing to do ). he doesn’t ive either of them much time before he’s speaking again. this time, however, his pace is slowed. “i’m glad to hear you’re well, though.” his words are true, but he can’t deny the sharpness felt in his chest. was he the only one affected by their separation? ( it’s fine, because he’s here now. that’s what matters ). he drops his head back, allowing it to rest against the cushion behind him. silence envelops the pair and it’s comfortable, because they’re together, but maybe they need background noise? something to focus on besides the thoughts in his head, the feel of his heart pounding in his chest, but he leaves the decision up to iseul. “do you want me to put on a movie or a show? maybe some music? or are you okay like this?”

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etherecll:

( DANGEROUS ELECTRICITY ) this thing between them. this thing bringing them together. this thing he was addicted to. H I S touch was something he couldn’t quite explain – NOR FULLY UNDERSTAND. standing front to JIHO, was the heir to one of south korea’s largest empires & the proof that you could go through hell, but come out an ANGEL. who could could possibly hold more power than someone who’d looked the D E V I L in the face and choosed to be k i n d ?? – yet, a brush of the other’s skin always got the ( angel ) falling from grace. he basked in it, he desperately wanted more of it, so for just one, slip ( stupid ) moment in time — he allowed himself to search for it.

SLY AS A FOX — he turned in the embrace, his arms snaked their way beneath JIHO’S shirt & his head fell into the crook of his neck. ( THIS WAS IT ) , he had him on a death grip. would he ever let go ?? “you don’t have anything to be sorry for – it’s me – i did this, i did this to us.” VIVID ; burning at the back of his mind was yixuan’s cynical laugh : ’ YOU’RE BEING BORING NOW. WHY WOULD YOU STAY BEHIND. THIS IS ALL FOR YOU. ’ and jiho was just so nice, he would live one night without him. they would celebrate TOGETHER some other time. ( little did he know ) little did he know.

INHO’S nails started to scratch at his skin, leaving marks that time would erase ( much like his presence ) & when he spoke, a new kind of DESPERATION wrapped around every word. “won’t you just be mine ?? please – please, just for a moment, for just a second – please,” he pressed a kiss to JIHO’s neck just then — a faint, light kiss ; one would have guessed it came from a feather & not the soft lips of a ( HANDSOME ) boy.

LOVING BAEK INHO – was the same as visiting a haunted house. his bones were a graveyard for all the things he DIDN’T become & the scars upon his skin had clown shapes, SCREAMING : ’ mom, forgive me for letting you down. ’ halloween was just around the corner & many would visit, his architecture was so MINIMALIST — there were rips in every edge. ( HOW GOOD IT WAS ) , to not feel empty for once. but the holiday season passed & everyone had tried to see pass his exterior but it was too s c a r y , so they’d closed their eyes & he was alone again. who would make their home out of an old, dusty, MURDER house ?? "no, i’m sorry.“ his hold was no longer tight & the monotone tone of his voice made it clear that his brain was his worst enemy, for it would NEVER leave him alone. "you deserve more than i can give you.” ( I HAVE NOTHING TO GIVE YOU. I AM LONELY. THIS DEPENDENCE IS A FEVER THAT WILL BREAK & I WILL NOT DESTROY YOU TOO. ) to the love of my life, he said : here’s the apology i own. for the future me, that by now is long gone, here’s the ’ fuck you ’ you always deserved. for the ( US ) there never was, i’m sorry it took me this long to let go.

he’s ignited, a low blue flame burns in the pit of his stomach. the contact from the other against his flesh is familiar, yet that of a stranger. it’s craved, something he finds himself thinking about late at night, but so much time passed --- it’s a touch he’s begun to forget. then, inho’s lips make contact with his soft spot and legs become jelly ( yet another reason he’s thankful for the grip around him ). his brain is drowning in various thoughts and the only word he can breathe is ‘ cruel ’, though it doesn’t leave his lips. maybe inho was right; they were a mistake, a couple fate didn’t want together, but he can’t accept that. he won’t just lay down and give up because of what the universe may be telling them; especially if he doesn’t believe it to be true. ( be mine ) it resounds in his head, weighing him down and it’s obvious that he’s fallen victim to inho’s spell once more ( truth is, he’s never been released ) but he’ll take what he can get.

“you never have to ask,” jiho allows the other’s touch to fade and pulls himself away, only to grab inho’s face between trembling hands. ( two can play that game ) “i’m always yours, baek inho, don’t you ever forget that.” teeth sink into soft flesh for a moment before a flash of pink runs along the same area, ridding the surface of the crimson beginning to seep through. starlit hues drop to inho’s lips as he leans in, slowly closing the distance between them. it’s soft, gentle and timid at first, but quickly becomes hungry, needing and a little ... what was this feeling? anger? it’s difficult to deduce with his mind screaming. ( i love you, why isn’t that enough? i love you, why did you leave me? i love you, were you lying when you said you did too? i love you, but was i nothing more than a joke!? ) jiho forces himself to pull away. it’s difficult to breathe and he needs an escape, time to focus, but his mouth moves on it’s own; thoughts gush from swollen lips.

“you don’t get to do that. you don’t get to apologize, ask me to be yours, then apologize again because me being yours right now just isn’t convenient for you. what do you want from me exactly?” his head turns, worried he won’t be able to keep himself collected if he continues to gaze upon his first love. “don’t lie to me, either. don’t give me some story about what you think is best for me. you don’t get to decide that --- only i do, so tell me. honestly. without restraint. what exactly do you want, yuseong?” his eyes shut and he’s afraid to utter the last words, but he knows he needs to. this is a cycle that has to end; it’s not fair, to either of them. “if you really want me to leave, to give up on you and on us, then tell me now. even if i don’t agree, i love you enough to respect that.” 

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sxraii:

Their tentative interactions had already elicited a change in Sora, with others she was usually aggressive or snaky, but already around Jiho her voice was quieter and her eys were less angry. She felt calmer, as if violent waves had turned into mere ripples –she mused if he had the same effect on other people too. She gently pushes the ramen forward once again, warmth of the cup itself causing her smile to become slightly brighter. “Take it, seriously. you look like you’ve got a lot on your mind.” She purses her lips, shaking her head. “Food always makes things better, at least for me anyway.” She remembers the way she’d often show up at others apartments, tired and sad, then someone would give her some leftover kfc or better yet, barbecue chicken & somehow everything become a little easier. “It’s a nice night though, at least that’s something to be happy about.”

his body shakes, along with his head ( almost like that of a child ) as he gives in. it’s not something he’s necessarily comfortable with, but sora doesn’t seem to be the kind of person he can win an argument against ( he may be dumb, but he’s not stupid; he knows howto pick his battles ) he offers her a small bow, hands wrapping around the styrofoam cup as a shy smile graces his bronzed facial details; he’s been caught ( poker has never been his game ). “thank you for this ... and you’re right, it certainly does!” his head rolls back, resting against his back while he skims the stars. “it seems like you’re right about things often. i mean, i think there are always things to be happy about, but they aren’t usually the most obvious, especially if you don’t believe them to be there ... the stars help me with that, though. they talk me through and sort my thoughts, and i just kind of went off topic ... sorry.” caramel hues are peeled from the sky to the female before him. “but your presence seems to calm me, maybe even more so than they do. oh wait, i just had an idea! how about this,” jiho gestures to the convenience store, “i’ll go get a second set of chopsticks and we can share; especially because we seem to be passengers on the same boat, which means i’m not the only one who could use some comfort food.”

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svngwoonx:

          HE DIDN’T HAVE TO wait for particularly long, and it wasn’t like he minded either — it was jiho, after all, and with his own h e c t i c schedule he didn’t get to see the other male nearly as much as he wished to. now, with the extra time on his hands, he could AFFORD to wait the extra few minutes for the other — he was here now anyway. when jiho arrived, sungwoon couldn’t help the grin that grew from being able to hear that the other had obviously picked up his pace to get there. «jiho ..» sungwoon began with a chuckle as he got up to greet the other, seating himself the second he did, «don’t be DRAMATIC. i can wait for you. not happily, but i’ll wait.» an air of sarcasm was evident in his words.

the smile fades, a rosy bottom lip pokes out ( only a little ) when he responds, “you...are a pain in my side. my favorite pain in my side, but nevertheless.” he takes his spot across from the other, eyes skimming over his friend --- it’s a habit he has ( checking sungwoon’s condition; he knows his training schedule and his habit of pushing himself, it’s similar to jiho ). “i know you’re busy, though, so i don’t want to make you wait.” the smile returns, softening his features. “but i’m glad you agreed to meet with me! it’s always nice seeing your face.” chocolate hues peel from sungwoon, skimming the crowd --- it’s on the busy side, but it’s comfortable; happy memories decorate the walls, hanging heavy in the air. “anyway, how goes it? you doing alright? making sure to rest properly?” his eyes narrow as he leans forward, chin resting on the back of his hand. “and don’t fib to me because i’ll know.” jiho holds his position for emphasis ( it’s not like he doesn’t trust sungwoon, he just wants to be sure; his existence is one of the most important to jiho, after all ), then sits up straight --- yet another question tumbling from plump lips, “ah, did you order yet?”

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isaheo:

iseul becomes lost in the touch, the radiating warmth ( that swelled around his smaller frame ) melting anxieties —— he was uncertain as the what the other had, what their touch possessed, that provided such an impact, but, he didn’t want to question it ( especially because, perhaps, questioning it would only bring to light thoughts that he’d attempted to compress ). steady breaths had began to hum off lips, chest matching the pace, the warmth bouncing from fabric ( of jiho’s shirt ) and back to cheeks— a reddish pigment tinting at the apples, a combination from iseul’s sensitivity to heat and the compressed emotions, that were threatening to surface ( he’d mastered the art, however, so, today, they would NOT ) — as his face bedded… light contact of his skin to fabric. and, though, bodies were tangled in such a way ( a way that iseul was internally urging to remain—— to never have to face the parting and disappearance of the familiar warmth… it was different from others, it was specific to jiho and that carried something ), he couldn’t help but feel as if he wanted to draw closer— impossible, but, a sensation that still itched. strange, considering physical contact was something that iseul didn’t favour ( he’d exchange, not repel others, but, he didn’t urge for the contact… nor for it to last ).

with the movement, iseul follows ( not needing to question, or pause in protest ), shuffled steps taken ( willingness lacing the action ), as he remained melted with jiho— warmth having yet to escape, to breathe off parted bodies ( a moment iseul was grateful to have been prolonged from occurring—— even if knowing that is was inevitable ). iseul remained still, words being acknowledged, which only encouraged the sensation of relief, with a small movement of his head and development of a smile on reddened tiers, “ i’m g-glad i came. ” he breathed, the redness of cheeks only deepening with the gesture ( the faint moisture tingling at his forehead )… how could one person make him feel so weak, yet, in such a way he urged to never end? there was the beginning of an apologetic smile gracing over lips ( and features ), “ s-sorry, ” words mumbled, his touch remained as delicate as it was, however, as if the capability to apply pressure had departed ( from the day everything had occurred ), before he slowly laced away… arms gliding over fabric, before dropping to his sides ( sleeves falling back over hands ). he didn’t want to, but, he had to—— “ y-yeah, ” a warm smile was offered, onyx hues taking in the features of the adjacent male ( and how that made his chest alight ), the shared silence settling… unquestioned. the words broke through and redness erupted on cheeks, iseul questioning if words had been heard right ( failing to acknowledge, in case he’d misheard—— he didn’t want to make a FOOL of himself ), “ o-okay. ” iseul managed ( if barely ), a nod provided, as if to serve as EXTRA assurance, “ b-but — but you’re always w-worthy of —— o-of my presence. ” he withdrew the sadness from his tone, even if hues danced with the emotion, before acquainting himself with a seat… readying to wait for jiho.

“i’m really glad you came too, issy!” his features are full of merriment and serenity; two things he doesn’t find himself feeling anymore ( except when he’s dancing...or with iseul ). the light in his details dims at the other’s apology. a palm is brought to his forehead and he scolds himself ( mentally ). “no, no. please don’t apologize; there’s nothing wrong with it --- i welcome all of your touches, no matter how light. just please promise me that you won’t ever do anything that makes you uncomfortable and that you’ll let me know if i overstep.” the tempo of his words have quickened, matching the heart pounding inside his chest cavity; his voice laced with trepidation. “honestly, i’d like to touch you always, but you’re in control and i’m always willing to listen to everything you have to say.” jiho is verbose --- it’s a habit; he either talks too much or not enough. a fault he’s tried to work one, yet it seems as though his filter has been broken ( if it’s in his mind, chances are it’s spewing from plump lips ). with the smaller male just within his reach, it’s almost too much to bear. the distance between bodies should be non-existent, but he needs it. as much as he can get. a blush ignites his cheeks, creeping to the tips of his ears as a shy giggle slips into the air between them.

“i don’t think you know what you’re saying...” he follows iseul, bending in front of him to drop himself to eye level. “you’re much too gorgeous for me, but i really can’t tell you how happy your words,” ( and you ), “make me, but i can show you.” a benevolent hand wraps itself around the thin wrist belonging to the other, placing iseul’s palm against the fabric warmed by his skin. jiho’s heart is pounding; it’s fast and strong --- he’s surprised he isn’t lightheaded because of it. “i think this is the best way to describe just how i feel about you --- and every time you’re near or cross my mind.” chocolate hues lock on iseul’s beautiful features; once again he finds himself drinking him in. the male is refreshing, soft and pure --- jiho is unsure why iseul continues to come back. he has nothing to offer; he’s damaged goods and unworthy, but he’s thankful for iseul’s words, for his time, for his presence and overall existence. he’s staring ( something he does often when placed before iseul ) and he stands. his movements are swift, yet careful; he doesn’t want to startle his...guest? friend? crush? labels were difficult for them and their current relationship and, despite the fact that jiho wishes that could be different, he doesn’t expect it to change any time soon. what they have is comfortable and though it’s not the healthiest thing there is, it works. for them. “anyway, i’ll be right back, i promise.”

jiho disappears, but only leaves for a few minutes before he returns to the place he left iseul. raven locks are wet, a white towel draped around his shoulders contrasts against the bronzed tone of his bare chest ( his hair is too wet for a shirt; he skimped on his routine just so he can get back to the other --- but he was decent enough to put sweats on his lower half ). “i’m sorry, i tried to hurry.” hands bring the towel up, enveloping his head before he shakes them until he reaches the place where issy sits. he plots himself beside him, an arm resting behind iseul’s head, “i’m sorry i didn’t prepare much and i know i’ve said it before, but i really am glad you came by. i know i’m not the easiest person, but it means a lot that you ventured out all the way over here just to come see me.” maybe it’s wishful thinking, but jiho will allow himself to have it as long as he can. who knows when they’ll separate themselves from one another again. “how have you been, though? things okay? oh, what about your photography? have you taken any new favorites yet?”

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javhyuns:

          just managing to pay what was OWED, he made sure to swallow even the very last drop from the already emptied glass before allowing it to be taken. well aware of what a pathetic sight it was, money was simply too s p a r s e not to. get your money’s worth, that was his motto. HUNCHED over, forearms rested on the bar, his thumbs scrolled aimlessly through the contents of his phone as he awaited the other’s reply —  there were no more drinks to keep him busy. seeing jiho’s name POP up, more than once, he read over the messages & wasn’t entirely sure what he wanted to do himself. sure he’d eaten, if a bag of chips qualified at all. 

( imsg ➜ 10:18pm ) : yeah, i bet ( imsg  ➜ 10:18pm ) : there’s something but i don’t think our likes are interchangeable ( imsg  ➜ 10:18pm ) : but no, not yet. you buying ? 

the male gathers his belongings, leaving the place that feels something like an office space, maybe even a second home ( only after thanking the staff for their hard work; he can never leave without doing so ). cool, fresh air breezes through messy hair, cooling his bronze features. the familiar noise resounds from his pocket, but he ignores the texts until he enters his building --- the last thing he needs ( or wants ) is a collision with a stranger. it’s not that the citizens of gangnam weren’t on the friendly side, but jiho likes to avoid confrontation at all costs. just in case. once in the safety of his home, he finally retrieves his phone from his pocket, eyes skimming over the messages with a grin. they were unlikely friends...could jiho call them that? ‘ i think so. ’ maybe the feeling wasn’t mutual, but he enjoyed the other’s company and he cared about him --- especially because he didn’t think jaehyun cared enough about himself.

( imsg ➜ 10:32pm ) : are you being sarcastic? i can’t tell... ( imsg ➜ 10:32pm ) : tho that's true, i’d give it a try if it was something you really wanted. ( imsg ➜ 10:32pm ) : but of course! did you expect any different? plus, i’m the one who invited you. it’s only right that i take care of it? ( imsg ➜ 10:32pm ) : anything you’re craving? or a place you have in mind?  ( imsg ➜ 10:33pm ) : just nowhere with a lot of alcohol! please. i’d rather not watch you be cruel to yourself if i don’t have to...

[cjiho-blog]

[text]: You also look amazing in that pic I can’t stop looking at it lmao

( imsg ➜ miran💖 ) : ʕ*ﾉᴥﾉʔ( imsg ➜ miran💖 ) : too bad i don’t look like that in real life, right? ba dum tss( imsg ➜ miran💖 ) : ...i’m sorry... for myself... i’ll do better next time( imsg ➜ miran💖 ) : …anyway, are you trying to make me blush??( imsg ➜ miran💖 ) : because you’ve succeeded( imsg ➜ miran💖 ) : especially since it’s coming from you( imsg ➜ miran💖 ) :😳🙈