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some says it means imperfection; or danger. hong jisoo, 19, 3.352

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But then, amongst the judgemental crowd, a familiar face.

A kind face; one that bore no disgust or malice, just the same sad eyes and neutral expression.

Seungcheol didn’t realize how much he loved and craved that face until now.

His feet were moving forward before he even realized it.

“Jisoo,” he whispered, when he reached the boy. The other just smiled softly back. A quick look at his screen told Seungcheol that Jisoo had dropped in ratings too.

It is because of me? Seungcheol suddenly panicked.

But Jisoo remained composed which made him calm down too.

“Jisoo,” Seungcheol repeated, even softer and more vulnerable than before. “I… I don’t know what to do.”

The day started off like any other, Jisoo wakes up, prepares for work, does his best and hope he reached a rank high enough for some education, or a decent life. He does it like he would any other day, extra efforts in squeaking for some extra clean touch and if his customer doesn’t recognise him, he gets a slight increase in ranks, around 250 satisfied customers would increase it by a whopping .001, baby steps. 

Except that today in particular, they seemed to look at him differently, suddenly there were so much more urges to hurry up and give them the damn shoes, it looks clean enough, or some sort of please take a look at this subtle spot you left out, you’re wasting my time I’m never returning here again. Even his usuals who were familiar with his style of working were being particularly difficult, some looking at him with looks of distaste and truth be told, Jisoo felt betrayed. And in a moment, he hoped that it was just a bad day for everyone before his little dreams of being able to receive education becomes even smaller.

Realising that there was no point in continuing to garner more dissatisfaction, he decided to call it a day and give his exhausted self a long deserved break, before he collapse from overworking or something. Wiping off some dirt, he headed back home, taking the normal route since it’d be empty at working hours, and had a better view. 

As he passed by the train station, he caught on a sobbing figure, instinctively approaching it before stopping in his tracks when he saw who it was, and that he was coming towards Jisoo. He honestly wanted to run at that point, but stayed anyway, seeing how much he was probably needed right now.

He waited for Seungcheol to stop speaking before he realised what was going on, slightly flustered at how it took him half a day, a bunch of yelling customers and a tearful Seungcheol to realise that his rankings has steadily dropped, and so has Seungcheol’s. He had no idea what he or Seungcheol did, nor did he know how many people were affected by this.

What he does know is that, firstly, he’s not meant for higher education, not in this lifetime. Next, he has an experience in steep declines, and having it a second time felt even worse. And finally, he needs to be here for Seungcheol while it lasts, no matter how much the previous two facts were affecting him.

He pulled the other boy into his arms and gave him some light pats on his back, before pulling away and asking, “do you have a place to stay? My place would be good, since it’s already in field, I doubt we’ll get chased out.” 

He saw the hesitance in the other and shrugged it away.

“Or you could just follow me back for now and decide, don’t worry about convenience. I get lonely.” he lies.

Dragging the other by intertwining their fingers, he headed straight for his place, a humble apartment with only a small kitchen area, a bed, a bathroom, a small study table and miscellaneous items lying around. “Make yourself comfortable, I guess.” he declares as he heads to the kitchen and quickly prepares a glass of water, overspilling it’s content as he tries to bring it the way back to Seungcheol.

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Jisoo didn’t know this but Seungcheol had been awake the whole time he was crying. The older had heard the younger boy’s sniffles and watched from the corner of his eyes as his tears reflected light from the moon.

It made Jisoo’s face look ethereal; little diamonds on his soft cheeks. Seungcheol wanted to give him stars right then - just an extra 0.001 (maybe 0.002) so it wouldn’t be noticeable but enough for Seungcheol to feel like he had done something to tell Jisoo he looked beautiful even when he was sad.

But Seungcheol didn’t do anything.

He didn’t even rise to wipe the tears away.

Something in him told him that if he did that, Jisoo would only push him away and that would be all for the night. Seungcheol wanted more than just tonight – he wanted a bit of tomorrow too.

So he kept quiet and let Jisoo cry, curling his arms around the smaller when he eventually came back into his arms again.

Now the sky was pink and the flowers tickled him awake. Jisoo was no longer by his side. Instead he was standing a distance, away, watching Seungcheol.

“I’m going now,” Jisoo said the moment their eyes met.

‘So soon?’ Seungcheol wanted to say but instead what fell from his lips was, “Okay.”

Maybe Seungcheol imagined the disappointment on Jisoo’s face. It was gone in a second, replaced by the mask of indifference Seungcheol got every day. He hated it.

Jisoo turned around to leave but Seungcheol suddenly couldn’t bear the thought of them parting like this.

“Actually, where are you headed?”

“Uhm, I don’t–”

“Great, I’m going there too.” Seungcheol jumped up and bounded the younger’s side before he could say anything else. “Let’s go together.”

The thing about keeping his fences up so high, Jisoo notes, was the fact that any bit of transparency, of letting his guard down, has a significant impact on him. He hides it, tries to keep it down and put up a front. At the stage where he was already crying and letting out that tinge of fragility, of being weak, the best was to pretend he didn’t know Seungcheol, an acquaintance, knows. 

And he would never express aloud how grateful he is for Seungcheol, for pretending he doesn’t know, for not taking actions on Jisoo’s tears. (For bringing him here to look at the stars that shine back at him and for keeping him company.)

When Seungcheol eventually falls asleep, Jisoo observes the older boy once more, feature to feature, taking note of how long his eyelashes were and how ethereal he looked. He doesn’t speak and he lets the soft howling of the breeze and the chirping of the cricket accompany him for the night while he watches the elder, trying to sync his breath with the rhythmic motions of Seungcheol’s chest. 

He brushes one hand across Seungcheol’s hair, a soft smile forming on his lips, ruffling his hair lightly so as to not wake the other up. At least he’s not looking. But that didn’t last, as the other boy scrunches his nose up and looked like he was about to open his eyes, Jisoo, in one fluid motion, grabbed his bag, slung it over his shoulder and stood up, looking down at him.

When Seungcheol’s eyes open, he hoped he wasn’t blushing, thanked the pink tinted sky for giving him an excuse if he was.

“I’m going now-” he lied, but looking at the time, he needed to go anyway.

Despite all the mental notes he gave himself, Jisoo couldn’t help the feelings of discomfort when Seungcheol replied so non-chalently to his departure, maybe he’s just nice to everyone. He blinked, in the millisecond, pushing his every thought about the other boy to the back of his minds, before gazing down again. You’re probably not the only one.

He doesn’t say bye, though his lips part for it, taking a turn and his first step to his workplace, his steps bigger than they ought to be. One, two. It took three steps before Seungcheol asks where he is headed for. And he tries, tries, to explain that he doesn’t fit, isn’t loved and that the other shouldn’t follow him because it’s such a disgrace to be with him - but Seungcheol insisted, he follows. 

Jisoo doesn’t try to block out the thoughts reminding him that he will implicate Seungcheol if they’re seen together, doesn’t try to convince himself otherwise when he tells himself he isn’t that special to Seungcheol, and he never stops to mute the word acquaintances. 

He stops, abruptly, almost bumping into Seungcheol who didn’t notice him halting in his steps, turns around and looks at him in the eye. 

“You don’t have to be so stubborn to follow me, just so you could mock me where I’m not looking, you know?” it’s baseless, but that was the point, anything to antagonise himself, so he doesn’t see the instructor again - and let his fences down once more. “Do you think it’s funny? It’s not, you will hear things you don’t want to when they see us together, you will be dropping too quickly for yourself to adapt. Now, will you please leave me alone.”

He doesn’t give the other a chance to reply or justify himself, and he starts running for his workplace. He doesn’t take a glance at his face because he doesn’t want his resolve to falter. He wanted, needed to be alone and that’s it. 

- is there somewhere : end -

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the one place they sometimes end up falling asleep — where they’re not supposed to

jisoo is usually on high alert when he’s not in a familiar surrounding, thus being unable to fall asleep, however, in a familiar and safe space like his home, he would fall asleep on places that really isn’t the bed - sometimes he crashes and pass out the moment he locks his door shut after a long day.

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Seungcheol takes the younger’s hand slowly, carefully, making sure not to wake the sleeping boy because he knows if he doesn’t take it now, he may not be able to take his hand ever. His fingers seem to fit perfectly in the spaces between Jisoo’s, and that thought alone makes Seungcheol’s heart flutter, his gut curdle.

Seungcheol feels like a kid with a crush.

Scratch that – Seungcheol is a kid with a crush.

Seungcheol knows exactly two things about Jisoo: One, that his name is Jisoo; and two, that Jisoo lives in Field and can only live in Field. Everything else is a mystery. And yet here Seungcheol was, asking Jisoo on walks, holding Jisoo in his arms, feeling his own heart call out for this wide-eyed, almost always terrified boy whom he knew nothing about.

Seungcheol wouldn’t call himself someone who falls easily but he seems to be doing a darn good job at that with Jisoo.

He traces the lines under the younger’s eyes; there were dark, heavy bags under them and Jisoo sighed when he felt the touch. The boy must be tired. Seungcheol wonders what Jisoo does for a living. Seungcheol wonders exactly where he lives. Seungcheol suddenly has so many questions, so many things he wants to ask Jisoo, but he knows that he cannot because once Jisoo wakes up the boy would be on his way with a fleeting smile, just like he always gives Seungcheol when they bump in the streets, and Seungcheol would be left with the words hanging on his lips never to fall.

Seungcheol sighs. He wonders what he would have to do to get Jisoo to open up to him.

Around them the tall grass swayed in the night breeze. Jisoo shivers and Seungcheol pulls him a little closer to ward of the cold. At the same time Seungcheol leans down to breathe in his scent.

In a few hours it would be light again and they would go on their separate ways.

But for the few hours till then, Seungcheol will pretend that Jisoo would like to stay in his arms for longer than that.

when jisoo wakes up barely ten minutes later, he realises that an open area, with the sharp edges of grass and sandy textures of soil, weren’t exactly the most comfortable option. he sits up for a bit, before taking a glance at the figure next to him, not a single eye contact exchanged, and laying back down, eyes fixated on the night sky. 

a bed would have been more comfortable than this, right? save the itches of possible bugs crawling through his skin, the uneven surfaces that no positions could properly adjust to. but a bed wouldn’t reward him with the comfort of company, the intertwining fingers, the warmth blooming in his chest. 

he ignores their proximity, still focused on the spread of indigo above them, the moon shining, the stars staring back. his breath hitches and he tightens the hold on seungcheol’s hand, closing his eyes to enjoy the breeze once more. 

it’s a nice place, he notes as he opens his eyes once more, turning to finally directly face seungcheol, studying the other’s features through the reflective star lights. and gosh, seungcheol was breathtaking. so much, so that so many questions came to his head, so many things he want to know, specific words popping in and out, average stars, friends, past, food. 

but before any of them were able to take precedence over the others, forming proper sentences, a part of him reminds him that it’s not worth it, to over indulge and to hurt himself. his fingers loosened for a bit, but he doesn’t let go, not yet, he could risk this, just a few hours more. acquaintances, he repeats the word like it’s a mantra in his mind, shifting his gaze away once more. 

he didn’t realise how much his eyes were watering until a lone tear fell, there wasn’t really a reason to be crying now, was there? it’s probably just a reflection off the lights, they did hurt his eyes a soft bit, so that was probably it, right? he hopes seungcheol doesn’t notice, doesn’t ask. his grip on the older boy’s hand tightens while he continued staring up, acting non-chalent about this. 

a few more hours till sunrise. 

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2-4 songs in their headspace 

beauty queen - foxes

all right - lim kim

1057 - jasmine sokko

pisces - juniel

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jisoo was quite a cynic, admittedly, and with this rather distinct trait of his, he tend to go with a quieter path on his way to and fro work, back alleys, secret passageways, narrow paths, cutting grass patches, you name it. 

he was told they were dangerous numerous times, when someone happened to pass by the alleys as he reached the end, or the one time he fell unfortunately on a grass patch only to be cleaned up by a kind passing stranger. but the risk factor never really fazed him, he liked the isolation, the silence and probably the riskiness itself. 

so it definitely didn’t satisfy him to crash into a girl, dressed up to show her obvious ranks, while he tries to navigate his way through his usual route, falling butt first and scattering everything on the ground. 

it wasn’t his fault, really, she was running, she clashed into him, but he remembers being polite and courteous and he quickly bowed, muttering a soft “sorry” before quickly diving to pick their items up from the ground. one of them were labelled - jennie. “sorry jennie.” he apologised once more before standing up, passing the items and bowing. 

she really shouldn’t be walking around here dressed like that in this hour, but watching her scurry off, jisoo concluded that she didn’t really want to be discovered being in here anyway.

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greetings! i’m cali or marion, whichever you would prefer and i’m jisoo’s mun. basically all you need to know is that i go by her/she pronouns and my timezone’s +8. if you wanna plot, just slide into my messages and i will get back asap. i tend to stick ooc updates in tags of reblogged pictures of my fcs but they’ll not be as important as those i post as texts. i don’t have ideas for plots for now so we’d be at brainstorming stage. that’s all. see you all around! pew pew.

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the promise, that jisoo mentally made, was to never act as if they were anything more than acquaintances, that if they see each other out there, anywhere, they wave, smile and it ends there.

turns out, jisoo was horrible at promises himself. 

he should have called foul, shouldn’t have agreed when he was offered to be brought to a place, he usually wouldn’t, and he would have put in rational thoughts, like he always does, reject the offer and return to his accommodation for a good nap. he shouldn’t have agreed to going for some nightwalk of sorts and to end up in such an open location, lying in an open field while gazing at stars. 

they were just acquaintances, seungcheol and him, were just a rank above strangers.

acquaintances, he reminds himself, through his eye-lids fluttering shut as he leaned a tad bit too close, his fingers finding its way to the other boy’s, small nudges, perhaps hinting to intertwine them. and he’s too tired to hear his mind protest, wrong, wrong wrong wrong, this is wrong, they’re acquaintances. they don’t know each other outside of the other’s name and visuals, jisoo doesn’t even know his favourite food, his rank numbers, his age. he shouldn’t commit to someone he barely knew, he shouldn’t take this risk. 

but maybe, just for tonight, just for this spot, he could let loose, bury his head and forget. what people don’t know can’t hurt him. he could take in a whiff of seungcheol’s scent and forget those numbers. just for tonight.

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