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something akin to despondency paints boyish features at the retort he receives; jongup’s actions are mirrored when he props his own head up on the palm of his hand, elbow digging into the cushy surface of the pillow. if there’s one thing junhong can’t stand ( and there are very, very few things that tickle his displeasure ), then it’s being lied to. his friend’s little mind game does not really provide junhong with any kind of delight, either. quite on the opposite, in fact; it urges him to lift his free hand, fingers balled into a fist, a punch, albeit half-assed and weak, being delivered to his friend’s taut chest muscles a second later. “why else would you have two beds?” he huffs out the words, upper lip tucked behind his lower one when a pout surfaces. he allows his body to drop down on his back, eyes now hooked on the perpetual pattern of the ceiling. “i mean, i’m happy for you. but a warning would have been nice, anyway.” his gaze wavers from plain white to jongup after his head tilts and his brows arch a tad. “i hope she’s a good kisser, at least.”

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his body goes limp under him after junhong punches him, weakly as expected, but like pleasing a child he pretends to be stricken by death—although the impish grin still hooks onto his lips. a certain joy follows teasing junhong that he can’t quite place in terms of motives, but he enjoys the rush anyways. “well, why would i have two beds? one for me,” he pauses, reinjects structure into his bones until he’s propped up in his old position again, “and one for you. isn’t it easier this way?” jongup lets his eyes rake over junhong as he smiles, fondly this time, at the precariously soft boy in front of him. the younger’s words trudge into his ears and the grin returns with its devilish intentions. “yeah, i should’ve warned you, huh.” his expression eases into something casual; his fingers curl into a fist, intent on returning the punch but he loosens it, opting to tease junhong a little further. “no, i’m the good kisser in the relationship. i taught her all she knows. i should open my own kissing school. would you be my first student, jun?”

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work

help wanted.

the sign, in its jeering plainness, builds a wall between him and the store. it's silent, bricks of possibilities stack on worries, fears, insecurities, to build the amalgam that keeps him a foot away from the door. it's not the first thing he'd arrived here for--books the primary attraction--but this odd synchronicity baffles him. not ten minutes ago he'd thought, quite briefly of course, about finding a job, a way to make extra cash for him, for certain expenses, for a sliver of freedom he could slice from independence. and the universe, in its peculiar ways of tugging strings and cutting them without notice, without mercy, had put this in a path. it wasn't a coincidence, it could never be, and that thought terrifies him. perhaps fate had found him after all and was presenting itself in this eerie form of neat characters marching across the paper in solid formation. the sunlight warms his neck, at first comfortable and later irritating. he can feel the sweat push through his pores in a silent overture of discomfort to come. with a wrinkle of his nose, a furrow of his brow, a pouting of his lip, his hand lifts and makes the choice for him: he'd tackle fate ( as a way to avoid the unusually strong heat ).

a daze clouds over him once he's in the store. it's a familiar sentiment that settles into his skin, eased by his invitation. somewhere between nostalgia and the future, this feeling resides and calms him, soothes him and floods his thoughts with a light hum of white noise that banishes complicated problems, complexions, obstructive inhibitions. leaving him tranquil, he breathes it out through a sigh, his nostrils filling with a tinge of the aftermath. his neck twists as he glances behind him, spying the sign through squinted eyes before he turns again. shoulders broaden, his back straightens--pushing away the curve of comfort and its weight on his shoulders. as he walks, each step brings another gram of confidence until he walks with found power and innate grace towards the counter. with his tongue, he moves around potential phrases he could begin with, words that would ease his message, even intonations that would give make him an attractive employee, but in the end his boyish spontaneity dominates and pushes out his words, unpracticed and clumsy. "ahjussi! ahjussi, i have a question."

#hdxtaeil #( work. )

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"how can i look at the camera when you are filming the bed?" the retort came off as an annoyed mutter, lips pursed and arms crossed, as he stood by jongup’s desk and let his eyes trail over the different kind of furniture. the fact his friend’s bedroom contained two beds had junhong think, and assume, there was something jongup was hiding from him — perhaps a secret lover? secret meet ups with multiple prostitutes? ( he doubted his older sisters were interested in sharing their sleeping space with him. ) dragged down by the thought of jongup, his truest homie, hiding something so very vital from him, junhong couldn’t enjoy tonight’s sleepover as much as he enjoyed the previous ones. he didn’t want to be a party pooper, though, and complied with a small grin; a few steps, and a carefree fall of his lanky body on top of a shorter one, hands grasping the older male’s sides to roll them over with a barely audible grunt. “you know i like the right bed the most, jongup.” he reminded him with a huff upon releasing the male’s body once he managed moved him onto the other mattress. “you should have told me you have a girlfriend, by the way.”

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"it's about capturing the whole scene, the whole moment," jongup mumbles, feeding each word to the pillow his lips move against. they barely have time to settle and paint their meaning into the space provided before lanky arms wrap around him and tug, robbing him of his weight temporarily. a few tiny chuckles clink around in his throat, clumping together into a sturdy laugh that he pushes out when his body lands, cleanly, on top of the other bed. he takes a few seconds to acclimate, to ponder over junhong's sudden increase in strength--had the kid always been that strong? had jongup always been this light? the questions rise to his head like clumsy balloons, bumping together without much reason. figuring them out would be a challenge, yet each of them pops in one singular wave when junhong's voice crosses the space between them and attracts all of his attention like a magnet. his body turns, settles, head on his fist, elbow digging into his mattress. "girlfriend?" he asks, although the question weighs like a statement. lips curving with an impish smile, he decides to play along junhong's fishing. "how'd you find out? did i forget to hide a hickey or something?"

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(` with his elbows fit on the counter, face nested in open fists, and a messy smile on his lips, he watches as jimin scurries around doing whatever krispy kreme employees did--never giving it much thought. his purpose there was simple, direct; to find entertainment through a friendly outlet. once jimin shows signs of impending freedom of duties, jongup stands, frees his elbows from the counter and his cheeks from his fingers. ) yo, serious question--what's a thot? and are you going to that hip hop battle? (` still busy, jongup heightens the volume of his voice but never yells--as if littering his words onto the counter between them in a quiet display, ready to be heard and understood soon enough. his fingers trace the corner of it, boredom tugging it along as he waits for a response to his serious question. slang would never be his strong suit and he needed help. )

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"junhong those are cool shorts. junhong. junhong look at the camera." his voice landed somewhere between an infantile whine and sturdy words as his fingers fumbled around the camera, directing it to point at the empty beds. perhaps perverted acts are the first thing to surface in someone's pool of thoughts whenever a camera is facing, or even near, a bed, but filming a sex tape would always be too mainstream for jongup to try--for now, anyways. ambling back to the bed, all he really cared about was filming this, tonight, for no other reason than as a preservation of a memory, of time, of the hours they'd waste doing random activities instead of what they really needed: sleep. because, with a lanky friend who trips over air, sleep was a waste of time he couldn't quite afford. "come lay with me," he called as he let his body fall on the softened surface of the bed, hands moving to grasp at the pillows ahead of him. the rest of his words are muffled and quieted by the bed, his nose and lips digging into it as if excavating comfort. long nights, long laughs, long limbed friends. life was starting to feel pretty alright.

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