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( kim minjae, cis man ) have you seen 𝐘𝐎𝐇𝐀𝐍 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊 ? i heard 𝐇𝐄 is an 𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐌𝐀𝐉𝐎𝐑 at 𝐒𝐔𝐍 𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐘 𝐎𝐅 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐒 and an 𝐄𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐎𝐘𝐄𝐄 at 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐌𝐄 𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐍. they’re 24 years old and they’ve been living in san verto for 𝐓𝐖𝐎 𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐒. they tend to be 𝐏𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐄 & 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆, but rumor has it they can also be 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐕𝐀𝐓𝐄 & 𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐁𝐁𝐎𝐑𝐍.

hello :o) i’m kit... i’m 22... i use she/they pronouns... sometimes i type as if i’m handing out a vague and ominous warning... and i’m in the mdt timezone! here’s the link you need!

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ofmelrcse·:

avi follows after yohan, stepping into their cluttered dining room, the table already loaded with dishes with all different kinds of food. lots of people in one house means lots of different tastes. cooking is kind of a community activity, there’s never less than three or four people in the kitchen to prepare dinner. at least, avi thinks, there must be something that yohan likes. as per usual, she just wants him to feel comfortable and at home. it seems her mother has the same idea, as she does with all guests, welcoming avi’s friend with a bright smile that rivals yohan’s. “oh i told you last time, it’s just vivian, not mrs. melrose. and then it’s also just ms. melrose, if anything.” she hears her mother say. avi snatches a cherry tomato from a salad bowl, narrowly dodges one of her older cousins trying to slap her hand away, and then slips past one of her aunts to end up next to yohan again. “he brought gifts!” she announces to her mother, who presses her hands to her chest in exaggerated shock. “you shouldn’t have!” but avi sees the look on her face when her mother spots the chocolates and rolls her eyes. “you could also say ‘thank you’.” she teases. now it’s her mother’s turn to roll her eyes at her child, but she thanks yohan nonetheless. “let’s sit down, before someone tries to.. read your palm again or something.” avi cringes slightly at a memory of her grandma and aunt doing just that, but not agreeing on what exactly it was that they saw in yohan’s lifeline.

“Ms. Melrose, of course,” Yohan corrects, his smile painted wide on his face. The kitchen smells of a handful of foods, and Yohan knows that it’s because the entire family can’t decide on one meal from the last time he visited. Even their mealtimes have a certain level of chaos most households don’t experience, and Yohan finds himself being charmed at it again.

“You’re welcome, thank you for welcoming me back,” his sweetened words are spoken with a sweetened smile while he hands Avi’s mother the snacks he brought this time. His eyes turn to Avi when she’s next to him again, a light snort escaping him when he recalls the palm reading, but nonetheless takes the seat next to her.

“I wouldn’t mind it,” Yohan looks at his palm, moving his hand this way and that, closing and opening his fingers, “I think I might’ve confused your grandmother and aunt with some of the line folds, maybe the third person can come to a consensus.” He drops it, looks to Avi with a raised brow, “Can you read palms?”

#𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃 — avi.

stfujack·:

upon seeing the other again.. yohan… jack couldn’t help but immediately feel a lil sting to his stomach, huh weird. maybe he ate something last night. the man stripped of joy gave one of his bartenders an order to serve a table that was otherwise jack’s to serve, but in all honesty those people were getting on his last nerve and he would rather spend his time talking to yohan. it was the less of two evils or a choice between good and evil. “ m’glad you liked it, “ jack asked whilst grabbing a small chubby glass designed for drinking whiskey and filled it with a couple ice cubes, “ single or double up? “ he reached out for the bottle of balvine sat beautifully on the bar bar.

A sweet taste of coconut still lingers from his previous drink, already on his second-- Yohan has no intentions of going home walking funny when the world spins around his dizzy brain, so: “Single, please.” He would admit it if Jack asked, that he’s here for his company rather than the alcohol he’s being served. Despite Jack’s countenance swearing up and down that he doesn’t get along well with people, Yohan’s found an unlikely friend in him. Or, at the very least, someone fun to talk to.

“So, do you think tonight’s the night?” Yohan’s eyebrows wiggle and a grin stretches over his lips, “Will you fulfill my song request?”

#𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃 — jack.

httpkorain·:

❛ ˚ ♡ @gentlehnds· ; 𝐘𝐎𝐇𝐀𝐍 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊 .

while he didn’t necessarily agree with yohan’s constant display of being outright charming with everything with a pulse , he can’t help but watch on silently as he tucks into overindulgent slice of apple pie . only when his company leaves does he look to him with raised brows , “ don’t you get tired of being like that with every single person ? and what do you even get out of it ? brownie points with everyone ? ”

A soft snort of laughter, another mouthfull of sweet strawberry and cream cheese pie to distract himself from his companion’s questions and suspicious gaze. If he got anything out of ‘being like that with every single person’, as per Korain’s spoken words, clearly bred from a cynical mind, he would have an abudance of it. His idle mind wanders, yet is quick to arrive at a conclusion-- “I just talk this way,” perhaps it’s not the answer that’s wanted, and it’s likely to be met with disbelief, but it’s the truth he offers. “The only thing I expect to receive in return is, hopefully, returned politeness.”

“I wonder though,” there’s a curve to the edge of his lips-- he’s teasing, again. “What did you expect in return, when you still wore that suave gentlemanly mask around me?”

#𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃 — korain.

ofmelrcse·:

avi scoffs at yohan’s excuse. “any shoes are running shoes if you try hard enough.” she shoots back, winking at him before she turns to open the front door. she knows yohan is already aware of what her family is like, and that he doesn’t mind their homely chaos at all. it’s just a force of habit. she even still warns mae sometimes, and at this point mae is as much part of her family as her many cousins. not everyone looks at her family with the same warm gaze as yohan and mae. the door swings open, welcoming them inside with a smell that’s as much dinner being prepared as it’s incense burning, and somehow it works. “we’re here!” avi yells down the hallway as she kicks her shoes off. three of her cousins bound down the stairs, greeting yohan, sticking their tongue out at avi. somewhere upstairs there’s loud music playing and she hears her mom call for them in the dining room. avi looks at yohan and gestures to the door at the end of the hallway, “after you.”

Ignoring her last comment, Yohan steps inside after Avi. The chaos of the house greets him right away. The smell of incense burning and dinner being cooked hits him first, then the sound of loud music from somewhere near, then it’s the three short cousins who Yohan chuckles at and politely greets. He turns to eye Avi when he hears her mother’s call as he steps out of his shoes, smiling and nodding before he walks past and follows the path to the dining room. It’s a large house that he doesn’t know completely, but he remembers where the main rooms are.

When Yohan steps into the room, he’s smiling widely at her mother. “Mrs. Melrose!” He chuckles warmly, “It’s lovely to see you again!”

#𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃 — avi.#hehehehe i love them

mistychai·:

“i know,” misty pats at her thighs consciously. most of the regular customers at the bakery often comment on how misty looked shorter than she actually was hidden behind the display counter. in fact, she was rather tall, taller than her female friends, so she doesn’t blame yohan for being caught off guard. “it’s like seeing a dog walk on its hind legs, right?”

with an enthusiastic nod, misty raises the book up, offering it for yohan to examine if he wanted. he really does seem like someone who is very refined and intelligent, so it wasn’t surprising to find out he could tell who the author is at one glance. “1q84,” she answers, sheepish, “i’ve actually haven’t read any of his books yet. i still don’t know if i’m, um, going to borrow it?” it’s a huge, ambitious leap from easy-to-read romance novels, but she doesn’t mention that.

Yohan opens his mouth to say something, but his brain freezes over when he tries to think of another way to put it. Something closer to what he feels, and no sound comes out. He closes it around a smile, feeling a tickle of embarrassment. He discovers, time and time again, that it’s hard to think around Misty. Words don’t roll off smoothly, instead he speaks them shyly. “No, it’s nice,” he says, “you look-- I mean, it’s nice. You look nice.”

With the tips of his ears turning red, Yohan is more than thankful to find a distraction in books. “I haven’t read this one either, but I’m familiar with some of his other works,” his voice has a significant amount of more confidence now, “if you do borrow it, let me know how it is? I think it’s been two years since I’ve read anything from him, I’ve been meaning to pick something up again.”

#𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃 — misty.

ofmelrcse·:

“oh, loves it.” she affirms. there was never a shortage of snacks at her house. and yohan really didn’t have to bring a gift, as she’d told him time and time again but it was sweet that he still did it. the adults at her house, her mom, her three aunts and her grandma, all seemed to love yohan anyway, so the gifts were just an added bonus. they near avi’s house, at the end of the lane and surrounded by woods. the spring-fresh scent of nature welcomes them as they close the distance, joined by the smell of dinner being made as they walk up the steps to her front door. “any last words before all chaos descends upon us.” avi deadpans as she turns to face yohan. there is no doubt that her family is a warm and welcoming one. there is also no doubt that avi’s usually big personality is nothing compared to what’s waiting for them beyond the front door. she narrows her eyes, “you can still run now.”

❛ I didn’t wear my running shoes, ❜ Yohan retorts back, huffing a small laugh. Being invited to Avi’s house is always something he looks forward to; even the house itself brings back memories of his own childhood home. The family within it is much larger than his own, and perhaps louder, but the amount of warmth and joy is the same.

❛ Please, ❜ with a smile, Yohan motions at the doorknob, patiently waiting for Avi to open it and lead him inside. He is plenty prepared already for what awaits them inside, though her warnings do amuse him. He can tell that Avi’s had events in the past, events where her friends were undoubtedly overwhelmed by the force of her family.

#𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃 — avi.

mistychai·:

san verto library was huge. intimidatingly so, with towers of shelves and tens of thousands of books misty has yet to read. she wouldn’t really consider herself somebody who reads books often, but she’s been diligently sticking to her new year’s resolution of reading at least one book once a month, making her pretty much a regular at the library. her thumb brushes across the spine of a book she has been eyeing for a few days now—haruki murakami’s 1q84. was it worth it? she knew how influential murakami is, what if she wasn’t smart or perceptive enough to understand it? hmm…

at somebody calling her name, she snaps out of her trance and whips around at the familiar, very yohan-like voice. “yohan, hi!” her face breaks into a big smile once her suspicions were confirmed, “wow, we never get to see each other outside the bakery, do we?”

For all of the control Yohan tends to have during social interactions, he can’t help the happy little chuckle that leaves his lips when she approaches with that smile. ❛ We don’t, ❜ he agrees, picking up his habit of playing with his fingers when he’s nervous. ❛ I think I’ve only ever seen you behind the counter, it’s sort of messing with my mind. ❜

His eyes catch a glimpse of the book in her hand, and for a moment he doesn’t want to bring it up. He wants to ask how her day’s been, ask about her, but the words are inevitably spoken. After all, he thinks, they are in a library. What else is there to talk about but books ? Besides all of the other things he hesitates to bring up in his custom of not wanting to impose, of course.

❛ Ah, are you reading Murakami ? ❜

#𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃 — misty.

LOCATION: The public library. CLOSED STARTER: @mistychai.

Yohan hadn’t expected to look up from his book and find Misty standing only a few feet from him. He swears this is the kind of crush that people only get in movies, fueled by slow motion shots like the way she’s browsing calmly through the tall bookshelves of the library, completely lost in her world. Yohan has only ever seen her behind a counter and covered in flour, so he does a double take to make sure it’s her. When he’s certain, a smile blooms over his lips.

❛ Misty ? ❜ Yohan calls out, quiet enough that it stays between them and the aisle they’re alone in.

#𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃 — misty.

LOCATION: Near Avi’s house. CLOSED STARTER: @ofmelrcse.

Yohan doesn’t know when he learned to be this type of guest. His parents certainly never taught him to bring gifts unless he was being invited to a family’s party or someone just bought a house, and for some reason that ended up turning Yohan into someone who brings a gift whenever he’s meeting his friends’ parents in their home. It just feels appropriate, a thanks for being hosted, even if Avi tells him it’s not necessary. It’s only his third time returning to visit her family, and this time he’s holding three boxes of Pepero— original, almond and green tea. His mom sends him a care package every two weeks full of Korean food and snacks, like only moms would do, and Yohan found plenty of Pepero in this week’s box.

❛ Your mom likes chocolate, right ? ❜ He’s asking Avi as they near her house, feeling reminded of his own childhood home back in Oregon; lived-in and surrounded by woods.

#𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃 — avi.

LOCATION: The Smiling Seagull. CLOSED STARTER: @stfujack.

It’s not like Yohan to go drinking every night, so the most he sees of Jack is once a week on a Friday or a Saturday. Always standing tall behind the counter, broody and serving with a calm face. Sometimes, though, Yohan will see him frowning when he finds his own patrons particularly annoying. Yohan himself can’t help but smile when he sees this, amused by the way Jack will come back to him from the other side the bar counter and Yohan will manage to make him crack a smile after enough time of standing there.

❛ I liked that scotch from the other night, Balvine, ❜ Yohan says, refering to the night they compared each other to alcohol and it turns out that Yohan is on the rocks, which he’ll agree with. ❛ I’ll take a glass of that, on the rocks. ❜

#𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃 — jack.

thealpacalypse-archive

sure i guess sex is okay but have you ever closed a dozen tabs after finishing an academic paper

#𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 — gentle hands.

nanawantsmechubby

Do You Like Brahms? - Ep. 04

I guess because I missed you.

#𝐕𝐈𝐒𝐀𝐆𝐄 — gentle hands.

charliekim·:

charlie sighed and put another shirt on a hanger to hang it with the rest of the clothes on the rack she was working on, then turned to yohan. “i’ll be quick, i promise. you want anything in particular?”

she glanced at what she was working on and then back at him. “i’m just hanging the stuff in this basket.” charlie lightly tapped the basket on the floor with her foot to indicate which one she was talking about. “think you can do it.” she teased with a grin before heading for the door. it didn’t take her long to come back with two popsicles, only to see the manager saying something to yohan and leaving again. she quietly walked in and got back to where she was earlier. “did they say anything about me?”

❛ Oh, sure, ❜ Yohan pauses for a brief thought, ❛ strawberry popsicle, please. ❜ He decides, nodding and leaning up from the rows of mostly organized shoes. He glances down at the basket, scoffing lightly.

❛ I'll try my best, no promises, ❜ he calls after her while she leaves. When Charlie returns, he's just about done with hanging the last blouse in the basket. He'd been interrupted by the manager in the middle of it, wondering where Charlie was. Yohan came up with something on the spot and they'd left, and as he places the hanger on the rack, he turns when he hears Charlie approach.

❛ Asked where you were, ❜ he replies simply, ❛ I said that you might be in the restroom, who knows. Someone apparently brought in two suitcases worth of clothes to exchange, ❜ he sighs thoughtfully, ❛ saved yourself from that one, they’ll be busy for awhile. ❜

#𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃 — charlie.

hanachoii·:

as yohan neared, she laughed and nodded. “of course you have. if you look in the dictionary, right underneath ‘regular customer’ there’s a photo of you,” she teased. he came into the bakery almost every day, at this point it was strange when he wasn’t there in the morning. amusement coloured her features and she nodded, waving a hand in a ‘follow me’ gesture. she took him over to the table that had normal sized chairs rather than children’s ones, some of them occupied already by older kids and a few adults. she quickly walked over to the counter and grabbed three cupcakes before depositing two of them in front of yohan. then, she took a seat beside him and set the other one in front of herself. “if anyone asks, i’m teaching you how to decorate. you’re a visual learner, alright?” she said, voice almost a whisper and eyebrows raised. it was quiet enough at that moment that she figured sitting down to join yohan would be fine with misty.

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Yohan has nothing to say in response, so all he does is laugh self-consciously as he's led towards a table. He takes a seat, scanning the decorating tools and various small tubs of multi-colored frosting. All of it must have taken Hana and Misty a lot of work— from preparing the frosting to baking so many cupcakes. As Hana returns and places one in front of him, he chuckles softly and nods.

❛ Of course, ❜ he's actually a kinesthetic learner, so it's not far off that he could require Hana to guide him. She must be tired from all of the helping and walking around, though, so Yohan simply gets started on his own.

❛ I bet it's been a lot of work, ❜ he says sympathetically. The exchange event at Hand Me Down was busy, but they mostly just had to sort through items and keep the exchange organized. He can’t imagine how tiring the event at the bakery has been. ❛ I'll decorate something for you for once, though, so feel free to scrutinize my ammature work at your leisure. ❜ He smiles, reaching for blue and white frosting.

#𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃 — hana.

stay-close

Sometimes I feel like a caretaker of a museum — a huge, empty museum where no one ever comes, and I'm watching over it for no one but myself.

— Haruki Murakami, Pinball, 1973

#𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 — gentle hands.

charliekim·:

closed starter ; @gentlehnds···· location ; hand me down time ; late morning ??

“why do people donate the ugliest shit.” charlie sighed as she watched from afar as someone traded a very old and scratchy looking sweater for a decent looking dress. sorting things was always a pain, but she couldn’t imagine what it would be like after an intense day like today. charlie looked at the clock on her phone. lunch time was still a long way to go and she was starving. she crossed her arms against her chest. “you think the manager would care if i just go grab some ice cream for us and come back?” she asked yohan who was clearly busy with something else.

Yohan, who is currently sorting pairs of shoes by size, glances at Charlie then at the exchange she’s watching in the near distance. He can’t help but snort at her crass way with words, agreeing and beginning to wonder how long they’ll be having that sweater on the rack. As a response, that’s as far as Yohan’s goes. He puts things much too delicately to form an equal sentiment, and by now he’s used to agreeing with Charlie’s opinions about customers but being too polite to say anything himself.

❛ Hm ? ❜ Yohan looks up from a pair of leopard-print pumps, glancing about for the manager. When he can’t spot them, he turns back to Charlie. ❛ The coast seems clear, ❜ he tilts his chin, trying to figure out what Charlie has been occupied with, ❛ I’ll take over whatever you’re doing in case they say something. ❜

#𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃 — charlie.

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