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inceptionz​:

                    “  oh  ,  well  i  don’t  know  then  ,  i  just  seem  to  remember  the  small  things  ,  ”  at  this  point  it’d  become  a  subconscious  thing  ,  not  even  trying  to  learn  more  about  her  friends  than  she  already  knew  but  still  somehow  picking  up  new  things  about  them  everyday  .  not  that  it  bothered  her  ,  she  bets  out  of  the  group  ,  she  knows  everyone  the  best  and  it’s  something  she  prides  herself  in  .  “  i  worry  about  you  all  the  time  when  you’re  not  here  so  when  you  finally  do  come  over  ,  i  have  to  check  in  ,  make  sure  you’re  well  .  ”  and  by  that  ,  she  means  if  he’d  managed  to  find  time  eat  well  between  those  super  longs  baths  and  who  knows  what  else  .  “  i  like  spending  time  with  you  too  .  it’s  not  often  it’s  ever  just  you  and  i  here  ..  ”  and  though  she  enjoyed  having  a  home  full  of  people  ,  she  wouldn’t  have  minded  more  one  on  one  time  with  zeke  from  time  to  time  .  “  i’m  pretty  sure  i  have  the  basic  ingredients  for  crepes  ,  zee  ,  don’t  worry  .  can  you  see  in  that  top  cupboard  behind  you  if  the  flour’s  still  there  or  did  ros  put  it  somewhere  else  again  ?   i  can’t  reach  the  back  of  the  top  shelf  .  ”

        “you don’t have to worry about me, kia.” momentarily, zeke’s impulsive heart took over and he lifted a hand to gently stroke her hair, “trust me, you’ll definitely know when i’m feeling like crap. i’ll be loud about it.” really, how could zeke not be well when he knew he had the most amazing group of friends who supported him and took great care of him? (note: kiaria, ninety-nine percent of the time. sometimes roslan when he wasn’t too busy with work and being a loser. kyrie is a piece of shit but he’d already wriggled his way in zeke’s life like a little termite that he cannot get rid of.) “right now, we can focus on making kickass crepes, yeah?” his own words served as another reminder that it was just them. alone. together. it’s nerve-wracking and delightful at the same time. at the request, zeke bobbed his head and moved to open the cupboard with ease, refusing to think about how he literally just touched her. unprompted. “it’s here,” he cheered, plopping the bag of flour onto the counter. it’s half-empty, but it’s enough to make a stack of crepes for two. “what do we do now? i’ve never made crepes before. i need your guidance.”

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inceptionz​:

                    soren  had  come  to  easily  notice  when  hyun  was  thinking  hard  about  things  ,  it  was  usually  written  all  over  his  face  ,  he  just  hadn’t  expected  christmas  decorating  to  be  one  of  the  things  that  required  so  much  thought  .  “  drown  it  with  ornaments  ,  may  as  well  use  it  all  seeing  as  we’ve  bought  it  all  .  ”  and  there  it  was  .  the  first  instance  of  overthinking  ,  he  stays  silent  on  it  and  he’s  right  to  considering  hyun  comes  to  his  conclusion  and  clears  up  his  own  doubts  .  soren  brings  himself  to  his  feet  then  ,  out  of  instinct  heading  towards  their  bunnies  and  reaching  down  to  hold  caramel  for  a  moment  .  “  separating  them  would  be  mean  —  it’s  like  you  and  i  being  forced  apart  because  you  enable  me  .  we  can’t  do  that  to  them  .  we’ll  just  stock  up  on  treats  and  see  how  it  goes  .  ”  he  strokes  his  fur  a  little  before  setting  him  down  and  approaching  the  tree  .  “  how  are  we  doing  this  ?  wrapping  it  round  or  is  there  an  art  to  putting  tinsel  up  that  i  need  to  learn  ?  ”  he  wonders  ,  though  there’s  a  playfulness  to  his  tone  and  a  smile  to  match  .

       soren’s easygoing personality perfectly matches his, hyun thinks. if soren hadn’t been with him and helped him make the most mundane of decisions, then he’d still be stuck at home depot choosing which tree to take home. thankfully, hyun wouldn’t need to worry about the green tinsel being camouflaged by the actual tree if they were going to use all of the ornaments. people would be too blinded by the decor to notice anything else—whether that was something positive or negative is anybody’s guess. “hey! it takes two to tango. you enable me too, but in a very sexy way,” hyun wiggles his eyebrows. he’s vibrating with excitement as he clutches the end of the tinsel and hands it over to his boyfriend. the bunnies seemed to sense his energy, too; they were eyeing them curiously, ears perked up and twitching. “i could walk in one direction while you go the opposite way?” the suggestion sounds borderline cartoonish, but it’s fun. hyun doubts they were going to end up tangled in the tinsel like in an actual cartoon, though. “you gotta kiss me every time we meet half-way.”

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inceptionz​:

                    eyes  narrow  at  the  expected  response  from  her  .  this  was  typical  misty  —  anyone  else  would’ve  had  a  whole  list  ready  to  send  his  way  but  not  her  ,  which  only  makes  the  holidays  and  gift  buying  even  more  difficult  .  “  nothing  huh  ?  i  see  you  had  selective  hearing  then  .  ”  he’ll  give  it  to  her  ,  she’s  smart  and  had  he  actually  wanted  anything  ,  he  would’ve  told  her  only  to  find  out  what  she  wanted  most  too  .  “  nice  try  .  you  have  until  tonight  or  else  tomorrow  i  go  out  on  a  shopping  spree  and  there’s  no  telling  what  i’ll  buy  .  ”  it  was  ironic  really  considering  he’d  already  got  boxes  of  wrapped  gifts  hidden  away  in  his  attic  —  the  one  place  he  was  sure  she’d  never  go  up  to  on  her  own  .  but  his  current  goal  was  to  get  her  one  main  gift  and  while  he’d  had  his  heart  set  on  taking  her  to  get  matching  permanent  bracelets  together  ,  he  wants  to  cover  all  bases  first  ,  preferring  to  get  something  she  wanted  over  something  he’d  thought  up  on  his  own  .

       the deadline makes misty pout. “hold on—tonight?” she echoes incredulously, “i can’t think of anything by tonight. you never told me what you wanted, either! it’s not fair.” although endearing, it was also incredibly difficult to manoeuvre around korain’s stubbornness. nevertheless, knowing that she’d been in his thoughts makes flowers bloom in her chest. she could ask for a book. maybe a new set of silverware. or a scarf—still, whatever korain decides to give her, she knows she’ll love it anyway. while it was easier to roam around the department store and pick out a few things that reminded her of korain, misty wanted this year’s present to be a tad more personal and meaningful—something that conveyed her (unspoken) feelings for him. “you could, um... get me something for jisty? a new hamster wheel, maybe?” she tries, smiling sheepishly as she gauges korain’s reaction.

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inceptionz​:

━━━━━          ⤿          𝐊𝐀𝐍𝐆 𝐃𝐀𝐄𝐇𝐄𝐄     ›     𝒅𝒊𝒔𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒏𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒄𝒅 .

                    she  can’t  help  but  glare  at  him  at  the  mention  of  having  to  earn  the  money  .  it  wasn’t  as  if  she  even  needed  much  ,  just  enough  to  fill  her  car  and  get  her  on  the  road  and  away  from  this  place  .  any  normal  person  would’ve  let  her  borrow  the  cash  but  not  him  and  the  stupid  smile  on  his  face  makes  her  more  than  aware  that  she  wasn’t  going  to  enjoy  a  single  second  of  what  lies  ahead  .  “  you  can’t  just  go  to  a  cash  point  and  withdraw  the  money  ?  ”  mirae  only  grows  more  annoyed  with  him  once  he  kicks  off  his  shoes  ,  leaving  her  in  disbelief  at  the  action  .  never  in  a  million  years  would  she  ever  share  shoes  ,  let  alone  shoes  that  looked  like  that  but  her  feet  were  already  getting  dirty  .  she  huffs  in  dismay  ,  rubbing  her  temples  with  one  hand  before  begrudgingly  sliding  her  feet  into  the  slippers  .  the  only  good  thing  was  that  she  didn’t  know  a  single  soul  here  and  once  she  got  home  ,  she’d  erase  this  moment  from  her  memory  completely  .  “  is  there  a  dental  clinic  here  ?  does  your  local  one  need  help  ?  i  guess  i  could  offer  up  an  hour  or  two  ,  maybe  i  know  them  from  university  .  ”

       just like her previous complaints, the glare is disregarded. ignoring is the best strategy to make tantrums stop, after all. people from the city often acted similarly; privileged, inconsiderate, and extremely out-of-touch. daehee could very well lead her to the nearest ATM, but alas! daehee only had his shabby little coin purse and his equally shabby backpack. “no one in their right mind would bring their bank cards to the beach, you know,” he points out matter-of-factly, “and even i did have it with me, i’m not the type of person who goes around lending strangers my hard-earned money. what if you conveniently forget to wire it back when you return home, huh?” not that he’s accusing her of being a thief, but it’s important to be vigilant. once the woman puts the slippers on, daehee resumes walking. “unfortunately, no. the nearest one is a 40-minute drive from here. it’d be real nice if there was, though. there are a lot of seniors who need dental care.” he glances at the other, curious, “are you a dentist?”

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inceptionz​:

                    “  for  real  ?  what  did  you  get  me  ?  can  i  get  a  hint  ?  ”  he  feels  bad  that  ros  had  so  easily  caved  ,  earning  himself  constant  pestering  on  kyrie’s  part  ,  trying  to  figure  out  what  the  other  had  got  him  .  “  those  aren’t  bad  ideas  .  maybe  not  the  mug  but  the  slow  cooker  or  one  of  those  fancy  mixers  she  can  use  to  bake  stuff  .  or  a  new  toaster  ,  i  broke  yours  trying  to  heat  two  slices  of  pizza  in  the  same  compartment  .  ”  reaching  for  his  juice  ,  kyrie  shrugs  ,  he  wasn’t  exactly  an  expert  at  buying  gifts  but  he  did  buy  everything  with  affection  .  “  i  got  her  a  switch  —  she’s  always  so  focused  on  everyone  else  ,  i  don’t  think  i’ve  ever  seen  her  play  a  game  or  do  anything  relaxing  .  i  figure  she’d  like  that  animal  crossing  game  but  i  also  got  mario  kart  for  me  to  play  on  it  too  —  when  she’s  not  using  it  herself  of  course  . ”

       guilt settles in the pit of roslan’s stomach as kyrie badgered for hints. it wasn’t that roslan was a bad liar, he just couldn’t handle the fact that he’d lied to his friend. the only thing that was keeping him from telling the truth was kyrie’s reaction, in particular. he can already visualize the silent treatment that’s bound to occur if he ever admitted to lying. “that would ruin the surprise, wouldn’t it? wait until christmas.” he reasons, wanting kyrie to drop the subject. gnawing on his bottom lip, roslan lets kyrie’s suggestions simmer in his mind. they did need a new toaster. “i’m gonna get her a slow cooker and a toaster, maybe." it didn’t hurt to splurge a little, especially since roslan knows he’ll make good use of the appliances himself. “ah, a switch? that’s a good gift. i know she’ll like it. knowing kia, she’d probably let you use it before her.”

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devcnwrites​:

“oh, trust me, i’ll take you to the nearest place for some surf and turf eventually.  the lobster hits different.”  connor spots an empty space in the apartment just big enough for their boxes–an answered prayer, really– and strides over to it.  “honestly, there’s nothing wrong with chicken nuggets and macaroni and cheese usually but I’m pretty much over that. grace’s mother is the better cook between the two of us.” he opted not to talk about grace’s mother much. she had gotten close to the family, and still talked to his parents (or at least connor and collin’s mother, which sort of felt like twisting the knife), but the divorce had been rough. connor shook himself from his thoughts and smiled at his brother, clapping his shoulder. “i really am happy you’re here, man. you’ll love it here.”

       eventually. collin’s disappointed; the salty-smelling breeze got him craving for some seafood, and he’d hoped connor took him to a scrumptious waterfront grill for lunch. unloading the boxes had been physically exhausting; they both deserve to have a hearty meal—nothing fancy, but anything that could fill his empty stomach. he’d kill for a plate of sashimi. or shrimp scampi. man, even steak. he’s not choosy. "it’s about time you polished your kitchen skills since you’ll be feeding two people now.” he follows his brother to the empty space and sets the box down. “yeah?” he grins, “you think so? i’m just excited to try all the seafood, honestly.” 

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devcnwrites​:

dylan makes a pained noise, clutching his chest and taking a half step back. “oh, it burns. ouch.” it’s dramatic, yes, but the act dissolves in a half a second and he’s back in step with yooseung, scooping up his hand and lacing their fingers together. “it was spontaneous, thank you very much, and I could’ve done worse – like hang onto the ferris wheel while suspended hundreds of feet in the air.”  he’s afraid of heights, so that truly is his worst nightmare. “is it so wrong to want to kiss my boyfriend?”

      “huh. i’d like to see you do that,” yooseung dares, sliding their entwined hands inside the kangaroo pocket of his hoodie. just a few months ago, yooseung would’ve gagged at the thought of getting all chummy with dylan in public, but he’d grown to like the warmth he provided... unfortunately. “yes, dylan. it’s a sin, unless you tell me where the fuck you’re taking me right now.”

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devcnwrites​:

in the back of his mind, jack knows that forgetting dae’s birthday was a shitty thing to do.  yet, he still finds himself trying to rationalize it.  well, i was too high to remember anything last night. or it’s just one birthday, there’s a lot going on right now. he knows he’s in for a world of hell once micah gets to him – and it’s not the violent sort of hell.  it’s worse, in jack’s opinion -  the calculated, cool and snide remarks. there was a party, and he was just too caught up with the wrong crowd to even remember to show up. he knows dae is too good for this world and might eventually forgive him, but it’s not a good feeling that he doesn’t know what to expect in the present moment.  jack eventually shakes the nerves after standing there for what feels like weeks. he braces himself, raising his fist to the door while nervously jiggling the bag containing dae’s gifts ( x, x).  // @disconnectcd​

       instead of the usual smile that automatically appears on dae’s face whenever jack dropped by, his eyebrows furrow. it would have been easy to spend his entire birthday pretending like he hadn’t been waiting for jack if leo and alex hadn’t kept throwing concerned glances his way—it felt like daggers stabbing him over and over. his upsetting conversation with micah the morning after didn’t help, either. he doesn’t blame them for worrying; the most important person that should’ve been by his side celebrating his birthday didn’t even bother showing up. dae doesn’t know how long he’d be moping around, but with the party still fresh in his mind, the unannounced visit currently felt more like a slap to the face than a touching gesture. it was as if jack didn’t care about him, like his position in jack’s life wasn’t significant enough. “why are you here?” the tone of dae’s voice is harsh. demanding, almost. 

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youngjae frowns as he turns to look at harley, “it’s not like i’m not going to fucking wash the dishes, harley!” he clenches his jaw as he takes in a deep breath, “i just wanna rest a little – we’re not going to die because of a few plates in the sink.” seated on the couch, youngjae buries his face in his hands as he sighs. his body feels sore from the long hours that he spent doing his piece for a client and all he wants is a hug, but he’s pretty sure that harley’s pissed at him too. “just … stop biting on my ass a little, please? i’m not in the mood tonight.”

       the second outburst makes harley flinch slightly. every time they argue, harley’s brain shuts down, and he often settles on staying quiet, not wanting to say anything that could potentially escalate their little fight. on paper, getting annoyed over unfinished chores is silly and childish, but coming home to a (slightly) messy apartment wasn’t exactly relaxing. there’s a beat of silence, with harley standing across from the sofa. it’s a little heavy and tense. “i’ll wash the dishes,” is all harley says before dragging his own feet to the kitchen. 

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devcnwrites​:

“wait.” the word leaves dylan’s lips before his brain even catches up.  he jerks yooseung back to him gently, laces their fingers together. it’s a clear night, the summer breeze having already faded into fall. there might be people around, but dylan doesn’t care.  it’s been weeks since he and yooseung began the steady climb back to the place they were before he went and messed things up.  he’s worked really hard to redeem himself a second time, and really, he just wants to know that it’s showing. he brings his free hand to yooseung’s cheek, leaning in to kiss him. after a moment, he pulls back, brushing the pad of his thumb against yooseung’s skin, taking a beat to memorize the moment. “there.” he murmurs, the faintest smile spreading across his face. “just wanted to do that.”  // @ofroseates

       it’s a setting yooseung isn’t used to, but ever since dylan reappeared in yooseung’s life, everything has been upside down in the best, nicest way possible. he’d subconsciously been letting pieces of dylan back in before he knew it. it’s getting harder to ignore the growing feelings in his chest, but maybe they never went away in the first place. maybe they’d just been buried underneath all the resentment he harbored. he avoids dylan’s gaze, opting to stare down at the ground. “stupid,” he mumbles, embarrassed. the supposed insult comes off as fond rather than venomous—a cheeky little freudian slip of the heart. “which nicholas sparks movie did you plagiarize that move from?”

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inceptionz​:

                    “  why  wouldn’t  i  remember  ?  ”  having  to  remember  certain  things  about  her  friends  came  with  the  territory  .  it  was  up  to  her  to  remember  to  pay  their  rent  ,  to  make  sure  there  were  a  specific  type  of  muffins  in  her  cupboards  for  ky  whenever  he  came  over  or  how  if  ros  didn’t  wake  up  by  8  on  his  own  ,  she’d  have  to  do  it  herself  or  else  he’d  be  late  .  remembering  scented  candles  for  zeke  was  a  walk  in  the  park  in  comparison  .  “  it’s  okay  ,  i’m  kinda  used  to  eating  last  now  .  it  sounds  silly  but  it’s  nice  knowing  everyone  is  being  fed  before  eating  my  own  food  .  ”  it  sounded  better  in  her  head  but  it  was  too  late  to  take  it  back  now  ,  instead  having  to  pause  once  he  offers  to  help  .  “  you  want  to  be  my  sous  chef  ?   won’t  that  take  up  your  ‘  you  time  ’  ?  ”  she  knows  how  hard  it  is  to  find  a  moment  to  herself  so  she  wouldn’t  blame  him  for  wanting  some  time  for  himself  .  “  if  you’re  definitely  sure  …  name  what  you  want  and  we’ll  make  it  together  ,  if  i  have  the  ingredients  ,  that  is  .  ”

       “i wouldn’t have remembered if i had been you.” zeke reasons. whatever tidbit and detail he learned about his friends, he learned against his will. or—to put it in a kinder term—subconsciously, with how much time he spent with them. “it’s only the two of us here, you don’t have to worry about that right now.” zeke doesn’t know whether to feel apologetic or not. kiaria’s kindness and hospitality is something he constantly took for granted; it has become a routine by this point, gathering at her place for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. kiaria always made sure to put everybody else first—for somebody as selfish and lazy as zeke, he doubts he could even muster enough energy to make meals for his friends every single day. awkwardly, zeke scratches at the nape of his neck, “why not? i like spending time with you.” that, and he’s desperately trying to find a leeway to ask her out again. he knows roslan isn’t coming home until the evening, but kyrie’s schedule seemed to be all over the place recently, so time is of the essence. “hmm, how about crepes? that’s simple enough, right? if you want, we could check the fridge for ingredients first.”

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devcnwrites​:

“great, so I know who I need to call to help cover the cost when  I’m  in need of a full knee replacement.”  connor grumbles, but he’s not really mad.  the two of them have always had this easy banter about them, but no matter what they never stop showing up for eachother.  since connor usually has his hands full with grace, he’s happy he’s able to get collin situated in his new place. still, he’s way too stubborn to give in.  “it’s fine, i’ll suffer for just a little longer. lunch is on you, though, you know that?”

      collin is almost satisfied with the compromise. “’course,” he beams, “wherever you want, i’m not going to complain. it’s not like i know any good places ‘round here, anyway.” he lets a few seconds of silence hang in the air, before continuing, “as long as you give me a tour after. these are the last of the boxes, so we’ve got a bunch of time to spare.” collin wasn’t going to admit it, but he was still struggling to adjust to the quiet coastal town.

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inceptionz​:

                    glancing  up  from  ros’  couch  to  look  at  the  other  ,  kyrie  smiles  ,  “  sure  ,  just  need  to  find  some  poor  sucker  to  wrap  everything  and  then  i’m  good  to  go  .  you  got  my  gifts  already  ,  right  ?  ”  for  once  he  was  well  ahead  with  the  holiday  season  ,  mostly  due  to  work  being  scarce  but  it’s  not  something  he  wishes  to  disclose  to  ros  or  any  of  the  others  just  yet  .  “  well  ,  what  does  she  like  ?  you  know  her  better  than  all  of  us  .  i  think  she’d  appreciate  something  with  meaning  that  comes  from  you  rather  than  some  random  flashy  gift  though  .  ”

      “of course, i bought yours first,” roslan lies, hoping that his answer sounded convincing enough. he’d been procrastinating on shopping altogether; he’ll worry about kyrie’s present another day. he returns to the living room with two glasses of orange juice, babbling, “i was thinking something she could use in the kitchen? like... a slow cooker. or a cool set of knives. maybe an expensive mug?” he eases the drinks on the table before plopping down next to kyrie with a muted huff. “but that’s too... bland, isn’t it?

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inceptionz​:

                    “  at  least  now  you  know  what  to  get  her  for  christmas  too  .  ”  he  half  jokes  ,  leaning  over  to  stroke  the  tiny  hamsters  fur  ,  smile  growing  as  he  pulls  back  .  “  speaking  of  christmas  ,  you  haven’t  told  me  what  you  want  yet  .  and  you  can’t  say  nothing  because  everyone  wants  something  .  ”

      “nothing,” misty answers, completely ignoring the latter part of korain’s question. korain has already given her so much, and misty didn’t want to make it seem like she was taking advantage of his generosity. on the other hand, misty didn’t know what to get korain—he could get whatever material thing he wanted with a snap of his fingers. misty straightens her back, smiling, “actually, i’ll tell you mine if you tell me yours first.”

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inceptionz​:

                    soren  knows  the  tree  they  have  now  is  the  biggest  they’ll  ever  manage  to  fit  through  the  door  but  he’s  determined  to  go  bigger  next  year  and  somehow  make  it  work  —  that  or  they  need  to  find  a  bigger  place  with  wider  doorways  .  “  holding  you  to  that  ,  ”  if  it  were  up  to  him  ,  he’d  find  a  way  to  cram  everything  on  the  tree  and  throughout  their  home  ,  with  no  regard  whatsoever  for  colour  schemes  or  if  things  matched  but  hyun  was  far  more  organised  ,  some  would  even  say  meticulous  where  christmas  was  concerned  .  “  i  think  red  and  gold  is  overdone  ,  how  about  green  and  silver  ?  ”  he  pulls  out  the  silver  ornaments  ,  segregating  them  into  a  pile  on  the  couch  space  besides  him  .  at  the  mention  of  their  bunnies  ,  he  casts  his  gaze  to  them  in  the  pen  they’d  put  them  in  for  the  time  being  .  he  dreads  to  think  of  how  excited  they’d  get  if  they  were  free  to  roam  round  all  the  boxes  and  decorations  .  “  i  won’t  argue  with  you  on  that  one  .  definitely  a  whole  day  ,  possibly  more  just  to  get  them  in  the  same  frame  and  looking  in  the  same  direction  .  the  last  time  we  took  photos  ,  coconut  wore  me  out  .  we’ll  need  another  day  before  to  mentally  and  physically  prepare  for  it  .  ”

       already, the cogs in hyun’s brain have been set in motion. squeezing a bigger tree isn’t going to end well. he can already hear their furniture falling all over the place. “green and silver,” hyun murmurs, intrigued, “hah. kinda like slytherin. i’m not opposed to that. do you want to drown the tree with ornaments or keep it simple?” he rips through a pack of green tinsel, glancing at the silver baubles. green and silver did look good together, but... “wait, wouldn’t green on green look weird?” hyun’s brows furrow. granted, the tinsel is a different shade of green and the shiny, glittery texture helps it stand out. he’s just thinking way too much again. quickly, he draws his own words back. “nah, never mind.” with the roll of green tinsel in one hand, hyun pushes himself up to his feet. the grin on his face returns as he approached the tree. “we shouldn’t put coconut and caramel together ‘cause they enable each other.” cocoa is, arguably, the most well-behaved one—as long as they gave him treats. hyun supposes taking photos with the rabbits is a good bonding experience, although it often costs time and effort. he turns around to face soren before gesturing for him to get up as well. “c’monc’monc’monc’mon, help me put this up. we can clean later.” 

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inceptionz​:

                    oh  how  she  wished  he’d  slow  down  ,  it  was  bad  enough  she  only  had  one  shoe  but  it  was  even  harder  to  keep  up  when  he  kept  stopping  and  starting  to  talk  to  just  about  anyone  passing  by   .  she’s  inches  away  from  crashing  into  his  back  when  he  actually  stops  this  time  to  answer  her  questions  .  his  answers  however  leave  her  speechless  —  which  in  itself  was  a  rarity  but  no  high  end  malls  was  and  only  a  corner  shop  was  a  shock  to  the  system  .  “  no  one  should  be  alright  with  wearing  slippers  with  an  outfit  like  this  .  ”  her  jaw  drops  at  the  thought  ,  hating  the  idea  of  it  but  aware  she  didn’t  really  have  a  choice  at  this  point  .  “  how  will  i  buy  said  slippers  without  my  purse  and  money  ?  will  you  lend  me  some  and  when  i  get  back  home  ,  i’ll  transer  it  straight  back  to  your  bank  account  ?  i  can’t  walk  around  barefoot  ,  there  might  be  bugs  or  glass  on  the  floor  .  ”  mirae  exaggerates  .

       daehee looks down at his own footwear: a pair of slippers from the family-owned restaurant he frequented and occasionally worked at. it wasn’t chivalrous of him to keep letting the woman walk around barefoot, and despite the nagging, she did have a point. except that he knows, from the past few minutes of getting to know her, that she would much rather put up wearing no shoes than using bathroom slippers. inside his pocket, his phone began vibrating, most likely from messages and requests from the townspeople. as if a little glowing lightbulb had popped above his head, daehee’s face gleams with satisfaction as he concocted the perfect solution. he could use a little help. “i’ll help you earn the money,” he offers, completely skipping over her dramatics. “i’ll pay you by the hour. i’m positive it’s going to be enough cash for you to be able to buy a pair. but for now,” he kicks his slippers off, “wear that. you’ll need it.”