𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 / 𝙖𝙞𝙧.

everybody needs you, OOH NANI NANI, this feel like a quaalude. although you got BEAUCOUP family: you don't even got nobody being honest with you. breath till i evaporated, my whole body see through, transportation, handmade. and i know it better than most people, i don't trust them, no sleep in my body anyways.

[freshcaskets-blog]

WINSTON !!

         THE WORDS SEEMED TO echo in their head — a cacophony of meaningless letters coming together to haunt every crevice of their mind as their heart pounded with every second passed by. winston felt feelings with his entire being or not at all, a trait carried down from generations of parks, only to serve as their greatest downfall when it came to one person ( the only one they ever truly loved in their world filled with hate ) and now, years later, having gone back to prove just how weak and absolutely DEVASTATED they were over the thought of losing hanbin. of having lost him for over a year. hours spent in one another’s dorms, sharing the same bed, hands toying with rings attached to fingers and mindless kisses stolen from pre-occupied lips with the same smile winston has grown to love and cherish, even as a distant memory that crosses their mind every now and again, ingrained as to never forget its ethereal.

           never once had they tried to contact him during their time apart, figuring that all the other needed was time and space away from them, and it broke their own heart to simply sit around and wait. they couldn’t stop the tears now — crying only made everything better. their mom once said that, long before they ever found out they were magical. the two most important people in their life can’t even look them in the eye, now. they tried to figure it out — was it their fault ? we’re they not good enough ? did it all mean anything at all ? — questions they could only leave unanswered for the time being as the screen brightened, the name ’ starlight 🌟 ’ popping up with a picture of the other smiling so wide winston remembers themselves grinning just as big, but the suddeness caught the half-blood off-guard, sniffling through broken sobs as they picked up the phone after a few rings. “ i - i’m home, binnie, i… i’m in bed. i haven’t… i can’t remember the last time i ate. good heavens, i don’t remember the last time i … i went outside. please … will you come ? just for tonight ? i - i … i’ve missed you so much. ”

          A YEAR OR TWO AGO, winston could’ve asked hanbin for the world and he would have found a way to steal it from the universe somehow, handing it to them wrapped in gold paper and a velvet ribbon ( because winston prefers velvet over silk. ) but now— NOW, no matter how much hanbin tries to deny it— he thinks that he’d still do almost anything for them. except this ‘anything’ comes in the form of uneven exhales, slamming the door of his dorm behind him as he braces the cold with numb fingers and an even more numb mind and— oh, he’d forgotten to wear a jacket. fuck that, he thinks a little dazedly, pulling on the end of his hoodie, who needs a fucking jacket when winston was on the phone with him? it’s ridiculous, the way he freezes like the cold of the night when he hears the word HOME. he can’t remember the last time the word had left his tongue, when usually he was so USED to swallowing it back down with pride. “ you’re home. ” he repeats — and it’s only THEN hanbin realises how ridiculous he sounds. “ you— you meant your DORM, winnie— your home is YOUR dorm. ”

          shame burns in his chest the more the other speaks, the raw PANIC in their tone, the upset, the ( REGRET? ) — and hanbin is the root cause of it all. maybe that’s why he walks faster, footsteps loud and rapid against the concrete floor towards where he knows he’ll find winston, their frail body tucked underneath blankets and their mind disarrayed. “ i’m coming, ” hanbin doesn’t trust his voice to stay steady amidst this and it’s clear in the way he takes a sharp intake of breath before every sentence, syllables falling off his tongue hesitantly. “ winston, please, please— i— you need to take care of yourself — when i’m not THERE, you need to do it for me and — i don’t know what i’d do if something happened to you, ” the coldness of the air reaches the point where it burns, and he’s utmost thankful when he finds himself stumbling into winston’s dorm building. he’s an expert in ignoring the curious looks the other hyacinths throw at him, EXCEPT — he stops in front of THEIR door and suddenly finds himself tongue tied. he bites the inside of his cheek, hand raising up to knock on the door gently, twice. ( SILENCE. ) “ winston? it’s— it’s hanbin. ”

[psychiclibrarian]

[freshcaskets-blog]

HANA !!

a small yawn escaping her lips, hana leaned back in the chair she was sitting in. during the week, she had no problem getting up early. but on the weekends? those were her sleep in days. yet there she was, awake and at the cafe. “i honestly don’t get how some people can get up so early on the weekends.” she mumbled as she closed her eyes for a few moments before opening them back up. “aren’t weekends meant for sleeping in anyway?” she asked as she looked over at hanbin.

          UNSURPRISINGLY ENOUGH, hanbin ( the SAME hanbin found asleep at two in the afternoon, whining ‘a few more minutes’ ) is mumbling hazy, half awake curses under his breath as he peers at hana. a hand pressed to his face, he peeks at her from between the gaps of his fingers and lets out a — frankly, OVERDRAMATIC— yawn. “ SEE, noona, here’s the thing. i just believe that NOBODY should ever get up early. not on weekends, not on weekdays. ” his answer is clipped, defiant in its own words as he shrugs. “ dreams are a lot better than reality, too—don’t ‘cha think? ”

[freshcaskets-blog]

          ( @rudelxve )​ IN A WORLD FULL OF GREYS, hanbin thinks that baek shiyoon remains in his life as one of the only BLACK AND WHITE people — no unnecessary confusion, no miscommunication, no dull ache in hanbin’s chest when they speak to each other and DEFINITELY no questions asked when hanbin turns up to shiyoon’s dorm at an unreasonable hour of the night, eyes red rimmed and hands shaking slightly as the other opens the door. ( it’s STUPID — no, hanbin’s stupid, with more flaws than strengths and an overactive mind. but he just can’t help the way he always runs back to the one source of comfort he knows won’t ever change. )  “ hey. ” hanbin says, voice as uneven as his thoughts. his gaze flickers to shiyoon’s face and then he crumbles.

          ( shiyoon deals with him. he always knows how to, even before hanbin realises he needs dealing with. ) minutes later and they’re entangled, hanbin with an arm looped around shiyoon’s waist, face pressed into his shoulder with UNEVEN breaths, shiyoon with calming fingers running through his hair as hanbin SHATTERS completely. it had been embarrassing long ago — now, it just comes with being him. “ i’m sorry — ” he mumbles, tilting his head upwards and blinking wearily at the other. “ i’m so sorry — i don’t know why you deal with this, with ME — i wish you wouldn’t have to. ” he gnaws on his bottom lip and at this point, he’s sure he’ll draw blood if he bites any harder. “ i ... shiyoon, am i too much? ”

[freshcaskets-blog]

          ( @quatrvois ) SOMETIMES THERE’S NO END when it comes to the list of impulsive ideas one (1) choi sejun and one (1) kwon hanbin have. it’s another one of those nights and really, there’s no serious reason as to why hanbin — intelligent, logical, PRAGMATIC hanbin — suddenly decides that it’s the perfect time to break the dorm rules and sneak out at two in the morning to buy fruit with the other. ( IGNORE the fact that sejun had suddenly spoken about his craving with bright eyes an an excited tone that twisted something in hanbin’s chest. he’d never be able to say no. ). but he finds himself doing so anyways, hissing curses under his breath as he pulls his oversized varsity jacket — is that stolen from shiyoon’s closet? — tighter around him. 

          “ it’s so fuckin’ COLD, you dumbass, ” he makes a show of absolutely shivering, voice kept low when he glares at sejun. “ i can’t believe we’re fighting siberia just because you wanted some god damn APPLES. ” as if to prove a point, his fingers dip into the plastic bag as he takes out the aforementioned fruit and hurls it towards sejun, expecting him to whip around and catch it like troy bolton. what he DOESN’T expect ( hanbin blames the cold for his godforsaken, AWFUL aim ) is the apple to knock against the back of sejun’s head, HARD, making a hollow ( hanbin wants to CACKLE, remembering the amount of times he had called sejun empty headed ) before he collects himself and lets out a gasp. “ shit, shit, shi — your head is SO fucking hollow !! ” he scurries forwards immediately, having the decency to look a little apologetic at his outburst. “  i mean —  shit, sorry, sejunnie — that sounded painful. ”

[freshcaskets-blog]

as late as ever, hello i’m sun and i’m so hyped to be here (for a second time) !! i introduce to you KWON HANBIN, or as i like to call him, quite possibly the most passive aggressive eighteen year old necromancer you will ever meet. but don’t worry, i promise there is a method to his madness, as you will see under the cut ! if youd like to plot ( my discord is REAL VIBE KILLERS!#6921 ), feel free to like this and i’ll come hound you for possible connections ! ok so lets get down to business

☾✧･ﾟ:「 lee donghyuck. cis male. he/him. 」did you know that there’s a wizard in haneul known as kwon hanbin? they have been living here for their entire life and is a necromancer. they are currently eighteen and is a student at crocus institute of higher magic in the house valerian. i heard that they are known to be insolent, but worry not ! i heard they are also very perceptive too. remember to stay out of trouble, the ju jak are lurking around every corner !

first things first: hanbin rarely feels any guilt at all for the terror he induces because most of the time he believes he’s right ( he’s not )

that being said ! let’s meet kwon hanbin, born to a family of, believe it or not, magi folk ! however, the main difference was that his father specialized in potions, his mother in herbology, and little hanbin ?

let’s just say mrs kwon’s scream when she found her two year old son surrounded by animated skeletons was ear piercing, to say the least

blessed - or NOT so blessed - with the gift of necromancy, from a young age, hanbin was already seen as someone that people were a little wary of although his parents were fortunately understanding of his abilities. after all, people’s automatic views were: who could trust a child with the undead on their side ?

growing up, his parents reminded him constantly of his roots and origins, which derived from one of the original groups of magi folk that were pushed out in the joseon era. his family was usually full of herbologists or healers or potion masters, and so when they were ostracized they felt deep injustice as they had done nothing but helped humans

which is what hanbin’s parents told him about as they believed origin was vital for a wizard to improve

and so it was no surprise that as he matured, his resentment against humans only increased

made worse when he was eight years old and chased through the woods by some human children during hide and seek, who later left him to travel back to his house when it was dark. when he thinks about it, it may seem petty to him now but he still hasn’t quite forgiven them for making him feel absolutely terrified

from that day on, hanbin vc: you either terrify people or have them terrify you

adopted a pretty solid ‘it’s a dog eats dog world’ personality and his pessimism from when he was a child never full left him. in fact, it probably got worse and leaves him constantly grouchy in school, although he calls that his paying attention face

the way to his heart is through snacks or constantly listening to him complaining about some tiny incident that had happened an hour ago that he’s already half forgotten but just let him SPEAK please he’s 174cm of hot burning anger and power

has a sharp mind but an even sharper tongue !! likes letting people get so riled up by him that they forget what he’s capable of and, while he gets antsy and more irritated than usual if he doesn’t use his abilities for a while, he prefers to attack more with words

so stressed out. always looks a little like this (ง'̀-‘́)ง and honestly more lonely than he wants to admit

dear god his hands are freezing can someone hold his hands can someone PLEASE hold his hands

[ronweasley]

[dovounq]

he’s so powerful

[asdhfjb]

bean’s edits ! — a series of unfortunate graphics

numero uno: hanbin ( @freshcaskets ) and winston.

[towardsmorning]

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[freshcaskets-blog]

WINSTON !!

          WINSTON’S EIGHTEENTH BIRTHDAY WAS spent dawdling over their new telescope that took them ages to save up for ( the birthday money they hid away over the last few years finally paying off ), but looking through the lens was … underwhelming. not because of the sights that awaited them, nor the time they decided to do so, but rather the spot to their left that would’ve been reserved for hanbin the day they bought it. nearly a year after they parted ways and winnie hasn’t been quite the same, having once always spoken about the device with every astrological-loving bone in their body, now with nobody to speak about it to. sometimes they missed him so much it shook their fragile stature, but sometimes the pain overshadowed the love and they couldn’t bare to even take a glance at the picture on their nightstand, almost taunting them.

                all the while they held their phone tightly in their hand, finally hitting the dial button as they brought it up to their ear, waiting, waiting, WAITING — until they heard other’s voice message box. “ hey, uh — hey, binnie. i-i just wanted to let you know that i got .. i bought the telescope. a-and i just thought you’d wanna maybe come over to look sometime … god, what am i saying ? i-i’m .. i’m a mess, i-i’ll just go ahead and say it, i’m sorry for fuckin’ … bothering you. i just … i wish i could hate you, hanbin. i really do. ” their eyes prickled with tears, and sniffling a sob away as they watched the time go by on their wall clock. winnie could only pull their legs up tighter against their frame and continue, needing to get everything off their chest — even if it hurt. “ i want to hate you. i’m trying so hard to forget you. it would b-be so much easier for the both of us if i could just … hate you like i’m supposed to, and sometimes i think i could but then i remember you smiling and the thought of letting you go … it hurts. ” their voice broke, swallowing a lump in their throat. the last of their words were barely above a whisper, eyes firmly closed as they uttered them next. “ please come home. ”

          HIGH SCHOOL IS A SENSITIVE TIME FOR ALL — a nightmare for some, the opposite for others. kwon hanbin ENTERS with pride, and leaves with something akin to guilt burning away at him. in the years between the beginning and the end he finds his days spent with fingers intertwined underneath desks, rushing each other into cupboards for stolen kisses, muffled giggles in empty classrooms. he finds his NIGHTS spent with backs pressed to the grass, his thumb tracing the veins on the other’s wrist as he points to the sky and whispers in hushed tones ‘isn’t that the ORION?’ ( hanbin NEVER properly gets it right, really, and he’d be kind of mad if it weren’t for the way winston throws their head back and positively cackles at his mistakes.) naivety breeds naivety in the world that hanbin had lived in — the FALSE HOPE that something, something, SOMETHING could turn into something MORE. but the world turns in a funny way — NO, the world turns in an UGLY way and by the end, hanbin finds it hard to breathe without thinking he’s going to choke on air.

          maybe that’s why he lets the phone ring. the name flashes on the screen, bright and clear with the same contact picture  — he could never change it — and hanbin feels his throat CLOSE up. he watches it, HOPING that it’ll turn off by itself soon. he lets out a breath he didn’t KNOW he’d been holding when the call ends, but inhales sharply again once the familiar VOICEMAIL text comes up. ( STUPID BOY — you spent SO long trying to prove to others you’re better, and now you can barely pick up a phone call? ) hanbin IGNORES the way his hands shake when he picks up his phone, playing through his voice messages and — oh. ( i’m a mess — i wish i could hate you — i want to hate you — it HURTS ). hanbin wonders why it’s winston that’s crying, but he’s the one that feels like he’s suffocating and his knuckles turn white when his hands grip the bedsheet. “ fuck, fuck, fuck, ” he hisses, “ this is your fucking fault, hanbin, this is ALL your fucking fault. ” he doesn’t even notice it when he’s suddenly calling them, fingers trembling as he shoves his shoes on like clockwork. he doesn’t spare a second when they pick up. “ winnie  — please — ” his breath comes out short and rapid, “ where — where are you? where are you, winnie? ”

[lovehyvck]

“simon says i’m a real vibe killer”

[freshcaskets-blog]

SEJUN !!

       ALTHOUGH,  INSECURITIES  FLOW  WILDLY  AROUND  hanbin,  sejun  still  manages  to  make  himself  comfortable  on  the  floor  of  the  males  room.  back resting  against  the  bed  while  head  lays  back  near  hanbin,  with  his  legs  stretched  out  in  front  of  him.  initially,  he thought  it  was  a  terrible  idea  to  show  up,  figuring  he’d  get  a  door  slammed  in  his  face  in  return  for  his  unannounced  appearance.  though,  pleasantly  surprised  with  the  SEMI - WARM  welcome        instantly  making  himself  comfortable.  he  finds  himself  smiling  at  the  noise  leaving  hanbin’s  mouth  due  to  his  hands  no  longer  running  through  sejun’s  hair.  short  boy  finding  it  ENDEARING  that  he  was  so  content  in  that  position  that  it  disturbed  him  enough  to  make  a  noise  of  disapproval  once  it  was  taken  away.  he’s  taken  off  guard  with  a  snack  now  in  his  mouth  in  the  midst  of  trying  to  speak  up,  and  he  ALMOST  chokes  on  it  before  sitting  up  straight  quickly  and  letting  the  TINIEST  cough  leave  past  his  lips.  ❝   nothing  but  NICE  ?  what  ?  are  you  serious        hanbin,  your  the  most  verbally  brutal  with  me.  ❞  it’s  a  small informant,  only  trying  to  get  his  point  across  NOT  to  upset  the  other  and  ruin  the  slight  peace  that  has  settled  upon  them  in  the  late  night  hours.  ❝  of  course  i  have  a  soft  spot  for  you,  dude,  you’re  one  of  my  BEST  friends.  like,  man,  you  all  mean  the  world  to  me.  i  don’t  get  why  you’re  always  so  mean  to  me,  i   wanna  feel  like  we’re  close  friends,  not  just  me  pinning  over  a  friendship.   ❞

          BREATHE IN, BREATHE OUT ㅡ overthink too much and you might be your OWN downfall. that’s the thing about hanbin: he doesn’t WANT to overthink, yet here he is, sejun pliant in his grasp ( and he’s acting like it’s not a big deal ), the steady tick of the clock behind him, a buzz of energy between them that he’s TERRIFIED to bring up and he’s plagued by a myriad of overlapping thoughts. hanbin momentarily wonders whether he can just continue shoving snacks in the other’s mouth for the rest of the night, simply to put off conversations FAR TOO CLOSE to the very essence of their relationship. ( can he call it that? can he call it ANYTHING? ) it’s too hard to not think about them, not when he remembers how everything USED to be black and white, clear as day and now everything’s too BLURRED for hanbin to be able to make a sense out of anything. ( what IS it he’s afraid of? the fact that he has no power, or the fact that SEJUN does? ) “ i don’t thinkㅡ i’m not THAT brutal. ” it’s a filthy lie and even hanbin knows it is when the words leave his mouth, but he’s never quite asked himself why exactly he’s so snappy. he lets out another quiet exhale, the wrapper from a past sweet crinkling underneath his fingertips as he sets it aside on the table. his hand ITCHES to reach out and weave between sejun’s hair again, yet his pride and self containmentㅡ he’s not sure which one is strongerㅡ halts him from doing so. “ i mean. jeez, you idiot, ” hanbin deflates visibly, praying his surprise at the unexpected honesty isn’t as obvious on his expression as he thinks it is. “ i don’tㅡ ” ( WHEN did the lump in his throat get there? ) “ i didn’t know you felt like that. ” his voice quiets, and even hanbin didn’t know he could sound like that. he bites the inside of his cheek. “ youㅡ i don’t hate you, sejun. ”

[freshcaskets-blog]

AHREUM !!

did he care? no, of course he didn’t —always minding his own business even when banter and unnecessary fuel to the hateful fire between their kinds was being constantly thrown. as if that would change his stance in the whole ordeal. he didn’t want to be involved. this ages-long feud had no sense for him, it was supposed to be something they all could leave behind, learn from and live better without —and to be real, his own sight problems were already an hassle to deal with and last thing he felt like needing was some magical brain fart. “ it’s called respecting the shop’s schedule —ain’t the one in charge, man. i’m just one of the artists on duty who’s supposed to respect ‘em. ” his shoulders in a brief shrug, eyes down onto the still moving pencil —hoping for the magi to have some common sense and respect his neutrality for the last thing he wanted was to raise weapons on someone.  “ so once we’re out, we’re out. plain and simple. ”

          TENSION GROWS ALL THE TIME. hanbin’s lived eighteen years of his life perched upon the windowsill, WATCHING the discontent between different species boil and bubble over with something akin to curiosity. ( surely, SURELY there’s really nothing in the world that both magi and humans would be happy with. it’s merely not possible. ) hanbin says — fuck the age difference — and flops down on the sofa, eyes lingering on the heavy rainfall outside and foot tapping to the beat of some silent song. ( he just wants to know when the unhappiness will topple over into something MORE. ) “ hm. ” is a simple enough reply and he straightens up. “ we, humans, are just SO boring, don’t ‘cha think? following rules and schedules, all that respect — i feel like that’s why natural selection is coming for us FIRST. ” and with that note, hanbin springs up, feet carrying him to the elder where he rests his chin on the palm of his hand, elbow on the countertop. “ hey, hyung, can i see what you’re drawing? ”

[freshcaskets-blog]

HANA !!

sitting on her knees, hana stared at her brothers grave. every week for the past year, she had come to visit him.  it was also the place where she came for peace and quiet. but today wasn’t that day. and it annoyed her. hearing someone on their phone, hana stood up and turned for them. “seriously?”  walking over to where they were, she took their phone and threw it. “if you wanna talk loudly, go somewhere else. show some damn respect here.” eyes glaring at the person, she turned to leave.  walking away, it was almost as if she could feel eyes on her. “don’t tell me you wouldn’t have done the same thing.” she muttered to who ever was there.

          BE KIND, ONLY KIND — hanbin remembers being seven when he was told so, a young, curious boy with unblinking eyes and a PENCHANT for stirring up trouble— though he tries not to think too much about how DIFFERENT times are now. ( he sees hana when she goes to visit him, of course he does. hanbin isn’t as DENSE as he makes himself out to be, and there’s comfort in the way he stands behind her, stare lingering on her back as he’s partially concealed by trees. ) he’s quick to bite his tongue when there’s an irrationally loud phone call— but there’s no need for him to be concerned, not when hana deals with it in her own way. “ i was going to say you should have stepped on their phone. ” he snips back. “ but i think throwing it was enough. ”

[freshcaskets-blog]

KIT !! 

the   feeling   he   got   in   his   chest   was   one   of   half   elation,   half   embarrassment   as   hanbin’s   words   sank   in.   after   all,   wasn’t   it   him   (   nearly   every   other   day   )   that   liked   to   talk   big   talk  about   wanting   to   look   good   in   front   of   …   well,   in   front   of   whatever   it   was   they   were   that   hanbin   wouldn’t   allow   him   to   acknowledge   ??   something   caught   between   friendship   and   the   longing   looks   he   knew   hanbin   had   to   recognize   were   being   sent   towards   his   turned   figure.   but   that   was   neither   here   nor   there   as   he   fixed   his   mouth   into   a   wide   smile,   eyes   soft   and   cheeks   a   flustered   pink   hue   as   he   patted   down   his   front.   ❝   sorry,   ah—   he   surprised   me.   ❞   fixing   his   fly   (   which   was   down,   cue   the   even   pinker   cheeks   )   before   patting   down   his   sides   in   an   awkward   motion   that   hinted   at   not   really   knowing   what   to   do   with   his   hands,   he   settled   for   tucking   them   into   his   pockets   even   as   they   itched   to   reach   out   and   grab   the   other’s.   for   some   reason,   he   got   the   feeling   that   hanbin   would   hardly   be   happy   with   the   attempt,   and   he   had   lived   through   enough   scoldings   for   that   morning—   hell,   for   that   week   alone.

          THERE'S SOMETHING VERY ... kit about the way the aforementioned perks up at hanbin’s sudden appearance, and he TRIES not to let it get to him, instead channeling whatever he was feeling into some UNREASONABLY negative emotion. ( in a perfect world— perfect being, hanbin not giving a flying fuck— this is where they would split ways. kit would be subjected to another glare, a witty comment and then hanbin would be off to go fix someone ELSE’S day. but this isn’t a perfect world — and hanbin HATES how he still finds his feet glued to the spot despite the prevalent choice to leave any second. ) there’s silence in the air, further helped by the fact that the pair are just looking at each other and hanbin— the AUDACITY of you, he thinks to himself— takes this opportunity to really look at kit. nothing’s inconspicuous about the way the necromancer squints at the taller, gaze flickering from the slope of his nose to the corners of his eyes, to his cupid’s bow. ( OH. ) a brief pause passes — finally, he sniffs in disdain, nudging the other with his elbow and pretending he doesn’t see kit’s restlessness. “ i don’t know WHAT you’d do without me, ” he settles for saying at last. ( hanbin wonders what it would be vice versa, too. ) “ why are you here? ”

[freshcaskets-blog]

MINJAE !!

     minjae is starting to think he’s having an out of body experience. the words in front of him have begun to blur into sentences that are no longer coherent. the soft ticking of the clock in hanbin’s room starts sounding as though a gong is going off with each second the hand moves. the scratch of his friend’s ( friend? yes. something more? god who knew ) pencil against paper causes minjae’s back to itch, as though it’s his skin that hanbin is writing on and not the paper on the table before him. taking a deep breath, minjae holds it deep in his chest for moment before releasing it on a loud exhale–body tipping towards the side and into hanbin’s lap. 

      ❝ i can’t do it anymore, dude! ❞ his words almost come out in a wail, and minjae buries his face into the soft of hanbin’s stomach, lanky arms coming around to wrap around the other male’s waist. it’s almost as though his body melts when the warmth of hanbin starts creeping into his bones, and he all but holds onto the feeling–knowing that hanbin won’t allow him to stay like this for too long. ❝ please, i’m suffering. can’t we take a break? i mean–why do we need to study anyway? i hate this shit. ❞

          IT’S A FACT KNOWN AMONGST magi ㅡ or at least, ones THEIR AGE in school ㅡ that hanbin is inherently, incessantly and incoherently fixated on the idea of doing well in school. maybe there’s IRONY in the way that he hisses ‘i hate school’ at every single given moment, yet HE’S the one scribbling at two in the morning. ( luckily, minjae isn’t the type to make fun of him for that. minjae isn’t the type to make fun of him for MUCH, and the necromancer doesn’t want to think about what that means when minjae’s someone who has an unreasonable amount of dirt on him. ) he’s on the verge of being impressed by the other’s ‘diligence’ when he hears the loudest exhale of his life and returns it with his own.

          he squirms in his position. there’s not much he CAN do because hanbin didn’t come equipped with the ‘take care of a nineteen year old child!’ pamphlet, so he says, “ you’re UNBELIEVABLE, ” hoping his tone makes up for the lack of hissing. hanbin sighs, using his free hand that ISN’T trapped under minjae to push up the glasses that had been previously perched on his nose. he gnaws on his bottom lip, gaze softening for a split second when he glances down at the other’s tortured expression. the look is RAPIDLY replaced with one of annoyance, and he digs his fingers into minjae’s side. “ why did you say ㅡ “ a jab, “ you wanted ㅡ ” another jab, “ to study with me then, you dumbass? ”