sketch of life

studio ghibli food looks so good or whatever tf that one post said

[cmyujink]

hi hi!!! it’s bee AGAIN (mun of seoyun and olivia, she/her + he/him, 21+, est/utc-4 yall already know at this point) and i’m once again making bad decisions, much like my third and final muse heo yujin, yeonhwa’s playful art student who’s fighting a shitton of demons (the demons are familial expectations) and is under the weak link label! as always, i have info about him below with some possible connections i’d like for him! and you can find his full profile here and his pinterest here!

background.

yujin doesn’t act like the type of guy who was born with a silver spoon in his mouth… and yet he absolutely is! he grew up in gangnam, used to fancy vacations abroad and getting most of the things he asked. lowkey was a bit of a brat growing up; well meaning, but a brat nonetheless.

he was given a bit more preference compared to his older brother, due to his stellar grades growing up. very much the type of boy who teachers hated to see leave their class at the end of the year cause he was great.

he got introduced to digital art thanks to one of his art classes in high school and it was all downhill from there. he took to it immediately, purchasing himself a drawing tablet with some of the new years money he got last holiday.

this led to him wanting to study animation when he eventually goes to college, inspiring him to study the works of great animators before him! (aka rewatch his favorite movies and show over and over and stare at every single frame)

… there’s just one little problem. remember how i mentioned he comes from this big rich family?

his dad is one of the top doctors in south korea (he’s specifically a dermatologist, lots of big name clients. if you’ve seen them on tv or on social media, they probably go to him.) graduated top of his class at yeonhwa, might’ve been an ophiuchus member (who knows really?), has been making crazy bank since he graduated from med school. yeah, yujin’s expected to become the second best doctor in the country by his family.

he doesn’t want to. his family says he has to, he shouldn’t let his brain go to waste by studying moving pictures for god’s sakes (their words.) he doesn’t want to still. his wants really don’t matter here, he’s going to yeonhwa and majoring in medicine.

he applies—really, he doesn’t do much himself, someone else is hired by his parents to do his application and his statement of purpose. he gets in immediately, it wasn’t even a question.

in with that acceptance letter also comes an acceptance to ophiuchus that somehow ends up shredded and at the bottom of the wastebasket in yujin’s room. wonder what happened there. but if his parents ask, yujin just says he didn’t get accepted to it! he’d rather join the social group of likeminded guys (antares) over ophiuchus (in his words to his brother, “it gives culty vibes idk”) can i suggest seoyun got the spot that was meant for him?

halfway through yujin’s 1st year, he adds on an animation major and slowly starts paying attention to those classes more than his medicine ones. he’s still passing his med classes, so it’s fine, right?

it’s not really fine. his professors can tell he’s hamming it in and doing just enough to pass, and his peers are annoyed because his lack of trying is fucking their grades up. he can only lie to his parents so much about why his grades have gone down from the crazy amount of straight a’s he used to get in high school. a b? really?

but yujin doesn’t really have the effort to care anymore about something he doesn’t want to do, something he’s forced into. he doesn’t want to upset anyone else but he’s not really sure what to do when he’s not being allowed to drop the major all together.

so he has a tendency to throw himself into his art hobbies instead and use it as an outlet! it’s common to see him drawing on his ipad on procreate around campus in between classes, or having one of his favorite movies on another tab while half-assing whatever med paper.

overall, he’s a little bit depressed (not that he’d admit it. could a depressed person stay up all night and read FIVE pages of the chapter he was assigned last tuesday? checkmate atheists) and hates the days when he has more med classes than animation and his mood will absolutely drop like hell, but the days where it’s the opposite and he gets to focus on his extracurriculars he’s all bright and shiny.

i don’t know where else to put this trivia so some small tidbits

he’s also a virtual youtuber/vtuber (streamer who uses a drawn and rigged anime avatar) with an avatar he created all by himself within like two months. he mostly does retro games streams and drawing streams. i also drew a concept for his model below because i love to commit to the bit hehe (if you think it's cringe you never saw it okay...)

he watched haikyuu!! while in high school and then fell so in love with it that he started playing volleyball and still plays it while at yeonhwa. it is his favorite anime of all time don’t play with him.

connections.

roommates… please give him a roommate i’m begging you. i have so many thoughts for this cause this guy is a Lot. your muse walk in on him doing a singing stream on his vtuber channel and he has to pause stream in 0.5 seconds flat before you say anything. yall having a good time but he has to take a call from one of his parents and he comes back to whatever you were doing (chatting, playing a game, etc.) looking completely out of it. i need a roomie for him

unlucky med students who end up having to work with him a project… i’m so sorry to say that yujin is the WORST guy to get paired up with here. he’s so emotionally locked out (yes locked out. not locked in) with his med studies, he’ll do the bare basics and you’ll PASS but he’s not trying harder than he needs to. feel free to yell at this guy

your muse has watched a few of his streams but, because vtubers typically hide their identity, they have no clue who he is until they hear his voice one day while out and about/in class with him and realize he sounds… really familiar actually…

i have an open connection for his older brother if anyone is interested in that oooo smiles

antares members come here… i think he’s one of the members who most enjoys their parties because it’s a great way for him to chill out and NOT think about his own existential dread. the club is bumping, the ladies look good, the alcohol is flowing… there is pain in this world but not in this room.

president of the art club… he’s literally a one man team when it comes to art. need a 2d animation done? got it, he’s your guy. poster with some cool ass illustration? done in two weeks before you need it. and more! he can do all of this but the moment he has to do a med project he wants to rip his hair out. he basically lives in the art building but that’s neither here nor there basically, if you need anything done, call him. he’s loaded so he doesn’t even care about getting paid for it, he just wants to do work in the field he actually likes and use whatever work he does for his portfolio.

this guy has no leadership in the anime club but he absolutely takes it upon himself to have movie nights in their room once a month. maybe your muse got dragged to one if they’re not apart of the club?

somehow he manages to convince your muse to let him give them a stick and poke tattoo. it comes out really nice he's just gonna talk their head off the entire time

friends from high school (or just childhood friends in general) that can tell the shift in the way he acts now vs back then and are like ‘??? dude are you okay.’

romance connections… thinking about it, i think he would lowkey be very willing to have a fwb. something chill, something where someone has no need to expect More from him. afterwards cuddling and chat session is require though

he’s the first muse i’ve had in a while that i have no clue what i’m looking for in romance honestly. but he’s BISEXUAL so someone come this if you want. fwb like i said before… exes… relationships that go well (?)…

and of course as always i’m very willing to chat in dms about more ideas!!

[0hw3llw0rld]

dinner time with @cmyujink the friday of the mt

"can you hold the knife properly? you will chop your finger off." miyeon is already reaching over to fix the way yujin was holding the stupid knife and carrot. they were supposed to be making stew, but he was taking it not as seriously as he hsould and she didn't wantto really face the wrath of the rest of the students being left hungry. she can't say she didn't enjoy yujin's company, she is doing her very best to not goof around too much because she was also getting hungry and they were up to nowhere with the veggies.

"i'm gonna make you chopt he onions if you keep this up you know." she pouts at him, glances over at him as well before turning back to the potatoes she was peeling over the bin. she can't help but smile soon after that, somewhat minding her own business, somewhat keeping an eye on yujin to see if he was still doing as he was told. but what is miyeon if not an annoying little sister at heart? yes, that showed a lot more than she would admit

"that piece is too big." she points out, reaching over to pinpoint one piece of carot yujin had cut. it wasn't a horrible, the difference was barely there and miyeon was sure she would strike a nerve soon enough, but she still looks at her friend, big sheepish smile on her lips as she waits for a reaction.

[cmyujink]

as if he wasn’t aiming the knife directly towards his own fingers, yujin turned his head to look over at miyeon with wide, innocent teddy bear eyes. “whaaaat? im doing a really good job cutting these carrots!” he couldn’t even get through his full sentence before he started to laugh, immediately going to use the proper way of chopping, actually shielding his fingers from the blade this time. “right, right, sorryyyy… i can’t believe i forgot about the claw method…”

he lets out a fake gasp when she threatens to put him on onion duty, pausing momentarily to place his free hand over his heart. “miyeon, no way! you hate me that much?!” he continued to whine to himself quietly even after she went back to the potatoes, peeking over at her every so often to see if she was still watching him work.

he blinks and pauses once her finger is in his line of sight suddenly, tilting his head as she criticized his culinary skills. “… heyyy, it’s not even that big!” he can’t help but whine this time, though the smile trying to poke through his pouting lips betrayed the complaining in his voice. “you’re just nitpicking at this point, y’know that? gordon ramsey would be afraid to be in a kitchen with you!”

soon after, he went right back to fake whining, sulking as he finished up the carrots. “i’m gonna tell jisung and micah you’re being mean to me… that i can never be so kind enough to try and cook a meal with you again…” he lets out a heavy sigh, crossing his arms in a self-hug to ‘comfort himself.’

but he shakes his head, grinning at her again after a moment to prove he wasn’t at all genuinely upset. “seriously though, what’s next, chef miyeon? i think all of the vegetables are done save for the onions.” nevermind that he wasn’t going to fix that bigger chunk of carrot.

[cmyujink]

let's play (volley)ball plot and cast: han garam ( @onlygaram ) and heo yujin enjoying friday of the mt, playing his favorite sport.

there was something in the air that afternoon. maybe it was the excitement running through the students after they made it to the campgrounds and were free for a while after their lunch, maybe it was the volleyball that yujin was tossing excitedly up and down.

he never really got to play the game with people outside of his team; on the rare occasion he did play a sport with his friends, it was more along the lines of basketball—which was fine, but it didn’t compare at all to volleyball for him.

the ball made contact with his hands again, he held it tight in his grip to make sure it wouldn’t tumble away, causing a gentle ‘thump!’ finally glancing at the girl across from him, he grinned brightly in her direction.

him and garam were… actually, he didn’t really know what to describe him and garam. he thought she was cute and fun to be around, they matched each other’s energy pretty well he felt, but… he’s not sure if they were friends or in some weird middle stage after… something, happened.

twice.

he still can’t go into the b216 laundry room without his ears getting all red.

(not that he regretted it or that he would mind even continuing being just friends after that! but you know—just something to talk about later!)

“are you ready for me to kick your butt in volleyball?” he cups one hand next to his mouth, calling out to her now like he wasn’t just thinking about the things they did some time ago. for all intents and purposes, they were just two pals hitting a ball around. “do you want me to go over to the rules a bit more or are we just winging it?”

[cmyujink]

you can rest here cast and plot: lee jisung ( @typicaljisung ) and heo yujin having a moment after that happened.

yujin’s used to seeing people fight—he grew up listening to his parents scold him and his brother, even worse heard both of them argue when he would wake up in the middle of the night for a glass of water or to sneak off to the bathroom.

he’s also used to the uncomfortable silence that comes after those moments, when the adrenaline dies down and his father tells everyone to “let it go” in that stern, firm voice that wasn’t quite a yell, but wasn’t gentle in the slightest in how he’d raise his volume ever so slightly.

he’s used to it.

but that doesn’t make experiencing it any more comforting.

when micah got up from their seat with a quick mumble to him, he turned around in his seat to take a peek at what was going on. and then he almost immediately wish he didn’t, because it was hard to tear himself away from watching some of the people closest to him fight.

then there was the blunt thud of punches being thrown. he squeezed his eyes shut, pressed himself into his seat with his bag squishing against him, and tried to ignore it—all of it.

he doesn’t know when it happens, he doesn’t even realize exactly how long it’s been since he started blocking it out, but he feels the seat cushion underneath him sink down and it makes his eyes open again immediately to look at who’s next to him.

jisung.

he looks… honestly, he looks pissed. yujin doesn’t know what to say—whether saying something will make it worse or help him, and hell, even if he did know what to say, does he himself even want to speak right now?

(the answer, evident in the way he was still gripping his bag to stop himself from shaking from fear, was obviously no. if he tried to even talk, yujin’s pretty sure it would come out as just a spiral of stuttering incoherently.)

so he decides to stay quiet—let the uncomfortable silence speak for itself.

but with a slightly still trembling hand, he remembers how he was watching an episode of an anime—well, half-watching, half-teasing micah about the very guy sitting next to him now—and sits his phone closer to rest on both of their thighs.

he looks back over at him again, a hesitant look in his eye, worried if he was bothering him. but regardless, he holds out his own earbud to him to take, if he wanted.

you can rest here, if you want.

[cmyujink]

a leap of faith cast and plot: heo yujin telling a story to whoever will listen.

it starts with a ticket stub.

well, actually no, it starts with an art class in high school, but that’s not the fun part.

(he always liked skipping to the actual excitement better sometimes.)

anyway, a ticket stub, right? he was 16, and a few of the guys at his school were talking about this movie that just came out. they were too old for animated movies, but this one was *different—*whatever that meant.

he hadn’t really paid much attention to shows and movies lately, save for the ones that a close friend stared in. he sat there with a neutral gaze until she came on screen, waiting to get to text her on kakaotalk that you were really good on today’s episode too, noona!

but if this movie was as good as those guys said it was, he’d have to give it a try.

and as soon as the opening started—he got it.

oh god, he understood now. when telling the story to anyone else, he’d say his eyes were opened. he laughed at the jokes, he cheered with the other audience members when the heroes won, he even cried so hard that some kid’s mom shushed at him to shut up.

and then he went to go see it five more times in theaters. (six, really, but he won’t admit that.) then he saved the ticket stubs on his favorite corner of his desk, to look at for… motivation, maybe?

yeah. motivation. that sounds good.

that was the start of how heo yujin became—well, himself. his parents would say it was when he was born, obviously, or when he achieved the highest exam scores in his whole middle school that one time (a real showcase of proving himself, or whatever), but no. yujin thinks it’s very clearly when he saw a movie so good it basically redirected his entire life.

to be able to create a piece of art so amazing, it sticks with people for years. that’s what he wants to do, that’s his goal. to make someone feel something.

for a lot of people, that's the end of the story. they decided to follow their dreams, and end up working at some big studio in burbank with their friends and family believing in them.

“really? you want to make kids movies?”

the smile on his face started to droop after that. his hands hanging limp at his side, when he was previously excited.

and then the comments kept coming.

“you’re too smart to be wasting your brain like that, yujin! you should know better!”

and coming.

“everything’s been building up for you to be a doctor, where did this come from?” “i said no. when will you let this go?”

god, fuck this.

maybe it was his own fault—he never disobeyed, never fought back against his parents. he was used to being praised like a show pony, doing tricks on command, keeping their guests entertained by reciting his test scores like a mantra. he enjoyed the positive acknowledge, lived for it. maybe that’s why he didn’t fight back when they sent him off to yeonhwa with what was hardly an argument on his side, placing him in pre-med classes around people who fought their whole lives to try and help others with what they’d studied.

he just wanted to draw.

and maybe, just maybe, they’re right. it is a stupid dream to have in the grand scheme of the universe’s existence. being a doctor—someone who actively saves lives with surgeries or whatever, or even just doing his dad’s job and helping people with skin issues, is worth way more. he gets that, heard it millions of times, even.

but god, whether his parents want to listen to him or not about the way his mind works, art did save him. that movie saved his life too, and gave him something worth working towards. he sees people online, talking about how a simple show or movie changed their lives for the better, made them want to keep striving forward instead of giving up.

and he gets that—even if it's hard to admit it, he's been there.

it's not just wanting to draw, really. he wants to see his names in the end credits of a movie, to have colleagues with similar goals of his to make the best piece of visual media ever released, to see people truly enjoying the work he makes even when he's old and gray and wrinkly.

is it really so stupid to want to make art that connects with another person and gives them hope?

honestly, he didn't really care about what they had to say. he finds himself happiest sat underneath the trees as he drew the campus cats playing in the grass. he's grinning to himself sending his best friends doodles he did of them when they weren't looking, every one of them has a page (okay, seven pages each, but who's counting) in his sketchbook but he reveals to show them any of the full pages until each and every page of the book is filled out. he's crying on stream when his fans show him the fanart collage they planned for the anniversary of his debut, and then choking up yelling because his vtuber model wasn't properly equipped to emote with him crying so he just looked kind of stupid.

he had people out there who believed in him to keep going, even in small ways. and even if he didn't, he'd say fuck it! in his own way and do it anyway.

(there's another part of the story he hides to himself though, from the end of his first semester.)

major: medicine (pre-med).

he hesitated for a second as he debated with himself, before shaking his head and going to close the tab.

then he paused again, stared at the tab icon with puffy eyes and dark circles (he knows his dad would say he looked like a mess), and glanced back over at the page.

then he took a deep breath.

second major: animation and vfx.

he wasn’t ready to take the step entirely, not ready to face the fact that one day he will have to break the illusion of the perfect golden boy in his family’s eyes. 

but this was close, the closest step he’s taken yet.

thank you for submitting the yeonhwa university major change form!

[cmyujink]

hey guys! i hate to do this right when an event started but i just found out an older family member of mine has passed today. rping is a comfort for me so i'll still be getting to my plotting dms and doing replies but i may be a little slow this week, or at the very least the next few days! thank you for understanding and your patience! <3

[moonmancy]

“...what?” 

micah stops scrolling on his phone, fingers frozen over the lit screen. he looks up at yujin, blinking slowly, taking a moment to figure out if he’d heard him right. his friend is still lying on his bed, looking perfectly comfortable, and engrossed in his game — nothing to suggest that he’d just broken their shared silence with a deeply personal question. 

if it wasn’t for the way yujin kept talking, micah might have thought he’d hallucinated the initial question. but, nope, the younger keeps rambling, and micah can’t help but raise an eyebrow, somewhat in disbelief of this whole conversation happening. though there’s also a tug of his lips in amusement, because he has to admit — it is a really funny thing to just suddenly ask someone. 

then, yujin meets his eyes, and micah can’t help the laughter that bubbles up in his chest. “sorry.” he places a hand in front of his mouth, and takes a deep breath, an attempt at stifling his own laughter. “i’m not laughing at you, i promise. it’s just… unexpected.” that, and he finds it kind of hilarious that yujin is panicking more about the alleged eavesdropping than the question he just asked. 

“hmm,” he hums as yujin finishes his rant (at least he thinks he’s finished, but micah finds that he never truly knows with yujin), tilting his head and gently tapping his fingers against the back of his phone. the screen has gone dark, his scrolling all but forgotten (not that he’d been doing anything important, anyway). “i don’t know. depends on the friend, i think. and the intentions. if one person has feelings, i wouldn’t want to complicate things.” though from what yujin is describing, it sounds more like… friends just helping each other out, in some way. “if it’s just as friends, all casual, though, then…” he pauses, shrugging lightly. “i guess i would.” 

(who is he kidding — of course he would, in the name of helping a friend out.)

yujin’s eyes meet his again, and something about the mischievous grin on his friend’s face tells micah that he might not be telling the full truth about why he’s asking. a small, knowing smile tugs at the corner of his mouth as he wheels his chair a few inches closer to the bed. he holds yujin’s gaze, an eyebrow raised, his gaze steady and unflinching. 

“why?” he asks slowly, pausing for a moment before speaking again. “would you?”

[cmyujink]

yujin’s cheeks puff out with air when micah starts to laugh at him, unable to hide the way his ears heat up from embarrassment. he rolls over onto his back now to groan up into the air, ”duuuuuude, you’re so laughing at me!” his whining turns into a laugh of its own, his eyes closed tight with his head hanging over the edge of the bed, not actually upset at micah at all. he finds the situation just as silly, anyway.

once his laughter ceases, he turns his body to give his friend his full attention, waiting for his answer. “oh yeah, no, i don’t think i could have a little fling with someone who like… likes me-likes me, and i don’t feel the same way. that feels pretty cruel, right?” he closed his nintendo ds and sits it off to the side now, not at all focused on the game he was previously absorbed into. “and if i liked them back, i’d just like… ask them out, i think.”

he was always the type to try out new things, give playful little flirts to anyone. hell, if someone did ask him out and he had a semblance of interest in them, there’s a likely chance he’d give it a shot.

(definitely had nothing to do with how he didn’t really get much of anything romantic growing up, totally not.)

but yujin hums innocently and pokes his lips out in thought when micah moves closer to him, aiming his gaze to the ceiling of his room rather than looking at the other guy. “mmmmm…” only to glance back up at him, that grin returning to his lips once more, the corners of his eyes crinkling. “maaaaybe. but don’t laugh again—let me explain!”

his hands rest on his stomach, his feet kicking again as he starts to tell his train of thought. “i mean, sometimes you just wanna fuck! we’re both adults, i can say that." as he speaks, he tosses another glance at micah’s direction to view his reaction. "but like… sometimes you’re not seeing anyone, and it’s stupid to get into a relationship just for sex.”

“so… i dunno, it makes sense to me to have something with a friend in that case. absolutely nothing romantic involved, just boning whenever you’re both in the mood.” he shrugs, but his eyes return back to his hands, watching the way his hands moved with his speech.

his ears still burned from embarrassment, even if micah was genuinely engaging him on this topic. “… dude, if i sound stupid as hell, just act like i never brought this up.”

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[cmyujink]

watch me drop it like it's remedy heo yujin's soundtrack of summer 2025

ssick - stray kids

definitely listens to k-pop like it's his job… the noisier the better, and this song is as loud and overwhelming as he is. one of the songs that he tends to play while getting ready for a stream; it immediately boosts his mood and works great at hyping him up.

no way - dongurizu

in his opinion, the best song to walk to the gs25 for late night snacks. apologies to the poor worker who has to see him trying not to dance to this song playing in his headphones while he's looking at the ice cream.

gimmexgimme - giga (feat. hatsune miku + kagamine rin)

he found out about vocaloid shortly after getting into drawing and anime in high school and it blew his mind. looking into the utaite community also was part of what led to him becoming a vtuber. there is at least one unarchived karaoke stream of him trying to sing this song amongst other voca songs.

8pm - aaamyyy

his pre-gaming song before going out with his friends or before an antares party. he will be in his bathroom fixing his hair while singing along to this.

move - brb.

on the rare occasion he actually cooks for himself (it will be a slightly done-up jin ramen), he will be blasting this song in the b612 kitchen and singing to it happily. it just makes him want to dance no matter where he is… and hopefully not forget about his ramen boiling on the stove…

boytude - idntt

this song was made for yujin. he loves listening to new boy groups so this song having a fun, hip-hop based sound immediately had it placed on his playlist. he is also not immune to short songs because he'll replay this over and over.

sticker - nct 127

he is the number one sticker defender. he loved it when it first came out and has been tormenting his friends with that damn flute playing as soon as they get in his car. depending on how much they like it, it's either the longest car ride to the store ever or they're gonna be screaming the lyrics along with him.

[cmyujink]

it's been a while cast and plot: choi yerim ( @veritastrap ) and heo yujin reconnect after not seeing each other for some time. unluckily for yerim.

it’s not exactly surprising to yujin that at least half of yeonhwa’s campus is made up of trust-fund kids (considering he is one, himself.) it was the one college that his parents wanted him to apply to, especially with him being all but guaranteed to get in. it had almost the exact environment that he was raised in, after all—top of the line education, peers who were as equally talented, the likes.

so it shouldn’t surprise him when he sees choi yerim while waiting at the cafeteria—a family friend through their fathers becoming friends through their time at yeonhwa. she’s a girl who he’s heard about many times throughout high school, with their mothers exchanging their children’s accomplishments over the phone like it was a battle. “oh, yerim got accepted to yeonhwa early? that’s amazing! you know, yujin’s looking at going there too for pre-med…”

(he always walked a little faster whenever he heard her on the phone talking about him.)

he picks up his pace to walk past a group of girls chatting amongst themselves on what to grab, catching up to yerim in the line now. “long time no see, huh?” elbowing her arm gently, he speaks like they were particularly close… when in reality, they haven’t seen each other since she started attending yeonhwa (and their interactions were limited to the rare dinner party where the children sat off to the side while the adults talked and networked, but that’s neither here nor there.)

“sorry if i surprised you! how have you been?” he gives her a bright grin as he follows behind her, picking up a small dish of tteokbokki that, in his opinion, looked pretty damn good. they must’ve just cooked this. once he looks back up at her, his smile freezes for a moment before his eyes widen, “oh shit—wait, i hope you remember me or else i’m gonna sound stupid. heo yujin? our dads know each other? i spilled ganjang on your new dress that one time and—”

he promptly closes his mouth in a tight, straight line as he cuts himself off; the good thing is if she doesn't remember who he is by now, he can run away and act like this interaction never happened.

[cmyujink]

how did we get here? cast and plot: micah han ( @steadycompass ) and heo yujin agreeing to take their relationship to the next level... bros with benefits. spring 2024.

“okay, so. random question, definitely just came to mind right now—would you fuck any of your friends?”

the question suddenly came from yujin, his hands busy playing a round of mario kart ds and feet kicking behind him with how comfortable he made himself on micah’s bed. he was acting completely nonchalant as if he didn’t just ask an extremely personal question when they were previously sitting in a nice silence.

he wasn’t completely lying though, the question did spring to him out of nowhere for the most part, but at the same time he had some reason to think about it. he bites his lip before he speaks again, half-focused on the conversation he started, but mostly on his game.

(he was only playing against bots, but he was taking it way more seriously than he needed to.)

“likeee… i heard some dudes in one of my classes—oh fuck off, wario—talking about how, uh, they did stuff together before, i guess? … not that i was eavesdropping on purpose, i just sit close enough to them to hear!” he glances up at micah for a moment, his eyes wide after how he realizes what he said. that manages to break his concentration. “i’m not a freak who just listens to people like that, swear!”

yujin can't help but frown for a moment, nervous at the idea of sounding like some pervert who just listens in on people’s sexual conversations. oh my god, yujin, stop thinking about it! “what was i… oh, right. anyway, that whole situation just made me wonder if any of my dude friends would do that, i guess.”

he makes eye contact with micah once again after he crosses the finish line first, a mischievous grin on his lips. “not that i’m asking for myself, so don’t say yes just to make me feel nice! it's a general question!”

[boynextdoors]

240524 — TAERAE 'feel the pop' ending fairy

[taeraex]

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