all we are is dust

pyo jihoon 950202 // studio 67 apts treehouse cafe owner You are a child of the universe, no less than the trees or the stars, you have a right to be here.

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His either 100% serious or just… not.

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reasons why boys should not be allowed to do anything, ever

putting two late-teenage boys together in a setting that includes video games and the chance for roughhousing is never a good mix.

sometimes he worries its because his arms are too large in proportion to his smaller statue overall, or maybe his head is just too big that it’s full of air and not enough common sense. actually, it’s probably both, and that’s what makes jimin—jimin. it’s also what makes him vulnerable to accidentally hurting other people; the poor kid has too much strength in him than he realizes, especially when he’s just joking around and his elbow is suddenly against jihoon’s nose and holy shit there’s blood gushing everywhere.

"shit, dude, i didn’t mean it!" he exclaims as his eyes are impeccably large, for a moment he just sits and stares as his friend is bleeding all over his goddamn room and he’s doing nothing but watching it pour out of his nose like it’s something majestic. the deep red of the liquid snaps him back to reality. his mother is literally going to hang him by the neck when she sees that: 1. he elbowed his friend so hard in the face that he probably fucked up his nose, and 2. the blood is going to stain everything. “wait here,” he instructs him (like the kid can even move in the first place, it’s like a crime scene) as he dashes out his bedroom door and into the bathroom to grab fistful after fistful of paper towel until he decides that it’d probably just be smarter on his part to take the entire thing with him. 

"shove it up your nose," he’s stumbling back into his room and shoving the paper towels in jihoon’s face when he sees that the bleeding hasn’t stopped. maybe he’s in shock, but for jimin’s standards the male definitely isn’t meeting his sense of urgency as much as he’d like. "do it!" he nearly yells and nearly throws everything he’s holding into the boy’s hands. the dark eyes that were wide moments ago then fall to the floor to see all the drops of red spotted all over his floor and suddenly roughhousing with jihoon doesn’t seem like fun anymore.

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The blood is all over his face and hands, and Jihoon is in complete shock. He doesn't feel any pain, at least he doesn't think so, it doesn't seem like his brain can put two and two together, resulting in him feeling absolutely nothing. Staring at his hands then back up at the frantic man before him, he sputters, unable to find the words to say anything. Jimin is yelling and throwing paper towels at him, he is covered in blood and can't seem to move.

Despite the rest of him being motionless, his chest rises and falls rapidly-- he was hyperventilating. Jimin's commands go in one ear and out the other, what was he supposed to do again? The pain hits him out of nowhere and big tears fill the brims of his eyes before ultimately streaming down his cheeks. Half of his crying was due to the fact that it hurt, the other half was because there was so much blood he thought that this was it for him. He'd never been punched in the nose before, or had a nosebleed, so it was all extremely alarming to him.

With panic taking over, he starts shaking, still failing on figuring out what to do. "I'm not gonna die right? A-Am I gonna die? Jimin there's so much blood, I'm gonna die." What were they even doing before this? He could not stop crying to save his life, a bloody face mixed with tears was probably even worse, even more was dripping onto the floor at a faster rate. "Please tell me I'm not gonna die, I don't want to die. Was I shot? Oh my god, I was shot wasn't I? There's so much blood, Jimin you'll have to run the cafe."

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pyo seriously needs more plots.

if you like this i'll come into your inbox

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He snatched back the device, holding it close to himself with a frown upon his face. “You numb brain; you could have just given it to the manager back at Starbucks! Do you think in the skull of yours or are you just th-” for some reason, Jiyong stopped himself from yelling at the other with his harsh tones. With a crack of his jaw and a roll of his eye, he huffed realizing the other ‘tried’ to do a good deed- which is something that anyone would rarely do.

He looked through his cell, checking if anything out the ordinary. “Uhm.. well it isn’t damaged..  Filled with your scummy finger prints, but it isn’t damaged.” He sucked air through his teeth as he tucked the mobile in his pocket, leaning on the door frame, “Are you always this nice to people, chap? It’s dumb of you to go out your way for someone who doesn’t give a rotten ass shit about you.” That was the close of a thank you Jihoon was going to get from him. Out on record, that’s actually the first time Jiyong genially tried to apologize to anyone.

“What’s your name, dumb dumb?” He asked, viewing the other from head to toe.  “And what do you prefer; cash or check?” He pushed off the door frame, pulling out his wallet. He quickly drew out a couple of won for the other, holding it out in front the male’s face. “Here just take cash. I don’t have time to write out a check. Take it.” 

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Jiyong didn't need to finish his sentence, he already knew exactly what he was going to say. But he sighs, running a hand through his hair as he shrugs. Jihoon didn't know why he was being so nice, especially considering the fact that the older male hadn't been nice to him at all. "I treat others how I want to be treated. Even if they don't react or treat me positively, I still try to act kind. It'll always be better than being an asshole." It was something he lived by, really, it's always better to be nice to someone than to treat them terribly.

"My name is Jihoon. And wait, what?" Before he's able to really gather his thoughts, money is shoved into his face, his eyes widening as his brows furrow. His gaze darts between the hand in front of him and the owner of it, why was he trying to pay him? "...I can't take that." Gently, he pushes his hand away, shaking his head with a frown. "I don't want your money, you don't have to pay me for being a decent human being. Keep it, it's yours, you probably worked hard for it." He nods, offering a small but reassuring smile.

"You really like fashion?" It was a subject changer, he didn't want the money but he still wanted to talk to the other, and he didn't want to argue about it. Though, he was sure the other would put up some sort of fight about taking the money. 

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“Oh my fuck ass God!” He patted his pockets, in a panic manner. Inside and out he searched for his mobile. Ji was sure he had it with him. “Damn! Damn! Damn!” He yelled. He had already returned his papers to his professor and was ready to go home. But now he couldn’t. Jiyong searched the building, head to toe, inside and out; left and right. The male gripped on his hair, pacing around. “Fuck, if I lost it on the damn bus! Oh! Fuck!”

People passed him by seeing the once before calm and collected Jiyong freak out in a panic. “Shit. It’s gone and lost I- fuck wait!” he ran out the building, and dashing out into the street to flag down a taxi. He almost gotten ran over at doing so, but lucky he survived. “Starbucks!  The one on Seokyo-dong! Now!” On his command, the driver speed on his direction; almost as panic as him. Once he made it to the shop, Jiyong bust open the door heading straight for the table he sat at earlier that day! “God damn it all!” He slapped his hand on the table, yelling swears words. The customers all looked to him confused and shaken. Shorty an employ came over asking if she could help with anything. Hearing about a missing phone, she shook her head stating none was reported.

Jiyong returned home, beat that day. Usually he would sweep the lobby with grace and all eyes would turn to him as if he were some star with a bright light. But today it was the opposite. He dragged his feet along the floors towards the elevator. To others, he seem like he lost his one true love or even his life for that matter. Thirty minutes later he made it to his floor, throwing off his jacket and pulled out his keys. Once it unlocked, he swung the door open and then slammed it closed.

“What the fuck?”Jiyong said to him self, standing in his tracks with a dumb look on his face. In one moment, he quickly grabbed for the door, opening it again to look out the hall way. “Wh-what the hell, man! I thought I left you at the cafe! What’s your ass doing here?!”  

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The loud stomping of the others footsteps echoing through the hallway immediately caught his attention. Jiyong's reasoning for being grumpy was unknown, but Jihoon had a pretty good idea what the cause was. A poorly suppressed laugh manages to slip past as he's completely completely ignored, the slam of the door making him hold his head in slight pain. Though, his smile fades instantly once Jiyong realizes he's there and opens the door, yelling (in surprise, of course) almost instantly.

"Please stop yelling." It's all he can mumble as he stands, leaning against the wall for some support. Jihoon was tired and it was obviously shown on his face, he didn't want to play games and he certainly didn't want to be snarky with the other. For him, that was a one time thing, he didn't like acting in such a way, he always felt guilty in the end even if someone else had initiated it.

Fishing around in his pockets, he pulls out the others expensive phone, holding it out to the other with a sigh. He'd waited all day for him to come home so he could return this, now realizing that he could have just left it in his mailbox or something, that would have been easier and he could have been home himself long ago. But whatever, what's done is done, all he's got to do now is just give him the phone, and put up with whatever he's got to say.

"You left this back at Starbucks. I didn't want anyone to steal it so I took it." He nods, running his free hand down his face with a heavy sigh. "I had to look through it to find an address though, so, sorry. I tried to stay out of personal things, but I didn't want to just leave it with anyone so I took it upon myself to bring it to you."

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too short // Taehyung and Jihoon

With a yawn, he pulls himself up from the couch he’d been resting on for the past hour or so. His clothes should be done by now, right? If they weren’t, he could just hang around the laundromat for the time being. Locking up the house, he heads on his way with keys and phone in his pockets while he carries a basket to place his freshly dried clothes in.

One step inside had him smiling, he loved the smell of laundry detergent, it was soft, comforting, and extremely relaxing. His steps are slow yet light, a soft hum of content leaving him as he reaches the dryer he paid to use. Much to his surprise, his clothes really were done, but that just meant it was time for the hard part. Jihoon wasn’t as tall as some people, so he had to sort of jump up and balance himself on the edge of the dryer so that he could reach in and pull what he needed out without falling in.

Unfortunately for him, he over does it this time while reaching in for a sock and ends up losing balance, resulting in him being stuck in the dryer. He squirms in a poor attempt to get himself out, and though he was rather stunned and somewhat upset, he didn’t doubt that the sight from outside was humorous and he laughed, he had to make light of the situation and hope to every god there is that no one else had come in the laundromat and had seen him like this, the embarrassment would be too much to handle. 

Banging on the walls of the dryer with one hand to gain some sort of attention (though his legs sticking straight out would most likely be enough), he calls out, “…can someone please help me?” No longer squirming, he sighs, eventually giving up trying to get himself out and deciding to wait for help instead.

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Chewing his muffin slowly, he glared at the other male. ‘Dude’ there goes that word, he thought to himself. He took a short look around the room then back on the other. It was true the male had no other place to sit, but either right next to him or in front. He rose up a hand; bring it to his neck, slowly massaging his spinal cord.  “Well if you really didn’t want to sit next to me, dude, you should have just taken your things to go elsewhere. Like outside maybe?”

Jiyong looked to his wrist watch, checking the time, seeing it got closer to eleven o’clock. He took one last sip of his cup and sat it down. There was something about the other, but Ji couldn’t decipher what. He straightened up in his chair, watching the other lean back in his. He snorted at the sight of the other, rolling his eyes and shook his head.

“Well, if you won’t leave,” he scratched at his own smooth chin, frown his bottom lip, “I will.” Ji got up and gathered his bag and trash. He dumped the garbage in the waste bucket, shortly after he gave a sarcastic smirk and waved at the other as he headed out. He walked along the side walk towards the bus stop. “Can you believe that, guy?” he said to himself as he climbed on the bus. “Had the nerve to sit at my table. I think not.” He mumbled more, even at his seat. He folded his arms trying to focus on the rest of his day. Maybe just a little too focus though, because by the time he made it to the university, he forgotten all about his phone. It still sat there on the table back at Starbucks without his knowledge. 

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Jihoon wanted to fit in one last remark about how he should be careful rolling his eyes like that, seeing as they would surely pop out, but the man was gone as soon as he turned to call something out. Maybe there would be a next time. For now, he sits comfortably, enjoying the warm atmosphere as well as his coffee as he tinkers with his phone. Looking up from his device momentarily to glance at the seat across from him, he notices another cell phone, the owner long gone. "You've got to be joking." Snatching the phone before someone else could steal it, he places it safely in his pocket before gathering his things and leaving.

"Did he really leave in that much of a huff that he forgot his phone? He was so preoccupied with it that it took him forever to notice I sat down." A light laugh leaves his lips as he speaks quietly to himself. It was amusing that someone so absorbed in their phone could forget it anywhere. Taking the phone out, he examines it as he walks home, making sure he hadn't accidentally done any damage. Of course he didn't plan on keeping it, it wasn't his and surely the diva from earlier was having a meltdown without it. The only problem was, where does he go to return it (and the fact that he had to see him again)?

After being home for about an hour, all he's done is look through the phone, trying to find an address. So far, he's figured out the name of the owner is Kwon Jiyong and he apparently loves fashion more than life itself. But who was he to judge? Jihoon was someone who loved flowers and nature more than life, everyone had that one thing. After some more digging, he finds an address and heads on out after cleaning the phone's screen. 

Standing before apartment 1925, he sighs, he didn't want any rude exchanges, he just wanted to give him his phone back. Hell, if he lost his phone he'd be upset too. Knocking on the door, he takes a step back and stands awkwardly for a moment, waiting for an answer. When he receives nothing, he sits against the wall beside the apartment's front door, sighing as he waits. He couldn't just leave the phone there, someone would steal it for sure. It was just a waiting game now, Jiyong would have to come home at some point today.

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a pound of candy // Sunny and Jihoon

Having finally gotten settled into his newly opened cafe, Jihoon figures its time to explore the shops near by. With the amount of work that had gone into the opening of the cafe, he hadn't had any chance to see who's next door. Locking up the doors for the rest of the day, he leaves, venturing out onto the streets and into the neighboring shops.

"Hong Kong Records..." It's a small murmur under his breath, he doesn't own a record player but maybe it's time to get one. He could set it up in the cafe and buy all sorts of records. They were right next door, so why not? It would be easy shopping and would help bring even more character to his cafe.

Stepping past the tinted glass doors, he sighs, looking around in awe at the stacks upon stacks of records sitting all over the entry, and this was just only one room. After looking through records for a while in an attempt to find artists he enjoys, he approaches the cashier with a smile on his face, wanting to introduce himself. An all too familiar face meets his and his smile morphs into an expression of complete surprise. "Sunny...?"

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His thumb ran pass the screen of the device, panning up to the top, still fantasied by the few tweets that were posted. He felt the other body claimed the seat across him, he handed looked up to them until he went to take a sip from his beverage. Practically choking on his drink when seeing the other, Ji patted his chest to catch up with his lost air. “My god” he huffed, grabbing for a napkin to clean at his lips, “you couldn’t stay away, could you?” He shook his head, breathing in a long breath.

He licked his lips, looking out the window next to him, clicking his tongue. “Can’t you take a hint or is your brain that thick?” he looked to the other, arching a brow. “I suppose you came over for more of a punishment, have you? Or have you come to take another look at me?” he jerked his head back, tilting it slightly, biting his lower lip. “Sorry, but I’m not interested, so avoid getting your heart crush and go.” He fanned the other away as he took his muffin to finish it off.

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The reaction he got from the other was enough to make warm laughter slip past his lips and fill the air between them. Jihoon was so entertained by this, he simply couldn't help the laughter bubbling up inside of him. Giving himself a minute to calm down, he finishes laughing before sighing and looking straight ahead at the rather smug stranger sitting before him. "Look around you, dude." He almost broke into laughter again, but he manages. "All the seats are filled, do you really think that I wanted to sit near you?"

It wasn't natural for him to be this rude, and it took him a back for a moment, a small look of concern plastering itself across his face. Was he too mean? Did he hurt his feelings? That was the last thing he wanted, but he couldn't let a stranger walk all over him and make a mockery of him, this isn't the academy anymore. He shakes his head slightly, wanting to get rid of the immediate guilty feelings.

"You really think that highly of yourself?" He continued, sitting back against the chair with his coffee in hand and an eyebrow raised. Though he was handsome, he couldn't be attracted to someone with what appears to be an ugly personality. Though, they were just strangers, he didn't even know the other man's name. With a small sigh, he gives him the benefit of the doubt, assuming that maybe he's just had a bad day and is taking it out on others.

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“You have that right. You are sorry. A sorry excuse for a human being.” He glared at the other as he fished out for his wallet which was in his pants pocket. He now moved his eyes away from the male, onto the menu. The wrinkles on his forehead came to form; the annoyance was getting to him already. Ji was like that. Always getting pissed at the little things. “It’s no need for you to pay for me. I don’t even think you can afford what I’m about to order.” Rolling his eyes, he parted his lips, ordering just a single black coffee and a blueberry muffin.

Waiting for his order he glanced back on the other, sucking air through his teeth.  He hadn’t said a thing, he just stared. He now noticed the red at his ears. A smothered chuckle came from his lips at the sight. Finally his order was up. Paying for it and then taking the items, Jiyong walked pass the other, just bumping him on the shoulder as he made his way to the table.

<He sat the thing down before pulling out his chair for a seat. The mishap that happened before was now thrown out the window. He rather tend back to streaming the timeline of his favorite brand. Time from time, he took sips from his coffee and a nibble from the muffin. That quirky smile came back to his red lips, finding himself enjoying the time to himself. 

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“Oh." It was all he could manage to say, such harsh words made it nearly impossible to speak. Jihoon’s eyes are locked on the floor, he dare not look at the man standing before him, even if he’d just be looking at his back. The bump against him gives him a small glance at what he bought, and it bothered him, such simple and cheap items, yet he was accused of not being able to afford even those.

Once completely out of sight, he steps forward and shakily orders a sweet drink along with a cinnamon coffee cake, it was his favorite. And who knows, maybe the treat would make him feel better. Jihoon felt so small, it felt as if everyone around him was at least ten feet tall and were looking down upon him, but truly it was just his own thoughts playing tricks on him. Shaky sighs and a small murmur of thanks slip past his lips as he pays and receives his order.

Jihoon’s stomach drops once he realizes really the only seats available are the ones near the man who had just snapped at him minutes before. Clutching his drink, he continues to move forward as to not crowd the waiting area, his eyes completely focused on the seat as to not wander towards the other. Seat after seat begins to fill up, the only few left being directly across from the stranger or right next to him, he cursed the woman who sat diagonally from him. Had he just been faster, that would have been his place. Though, it’s not any better than the other two seats.

Sitting across from him, he keeps his head low and his eyes down, focused solely on his food and phone as to avoid disturbing anyone.

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he probably didn’t wash his hair lol 

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He cringed at the light that beamed through the window of his bedroom. It brightened up the room as if it was the sun itself. Scratching his chest, he yawned reviewing his schedules in his mind. It was a Wednesday, a day were he only had to go to Hongik to return in papers and then happily come back to his nice warm bed. He started his day with the usual things: a hot shower, teeth brushing, hair grooming, etc. Once all was done, he searched his closet, picking out a pastel pink blouse and a pair of tan slacks. The former classmates always laughed at his choice of attire. There was even one guy who had the audacity to walk up to him and say, ‘this isn’t no fashion show’.  Of course it wasn’t but who was that pathetic bum to judge? If it was one thing Jiyong learned from his father it was, dress to impress, ‘that’s how you get the job, son’. And so that’s what he lived by.

 Half passed eleven, he finally made it out the door and took a cab to the Starbucks on his way to Hongik. The cafe was fairly crowded, but it didn’t cause any trouble for him. He waited in the line as he streamed his mobile, viewing the new Barbie collection of Moschino. Every one of those designs gave him inspiration. Ideas and creations stirred his mind. Images appeared in his mind: blazers with wild colors, pants and dresses with crazy patterns, and so on and so forth. At his turn next in line, he looked up with a blank stare, not sure what he planned to have. “Uhm I would have th-” a little nudge pushed him forward, interrupting his order. “Hey, watch where you’re going you little punk ass!” he scold at the other, baring his eyes on him 

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Despite owning a cafe and being able to make his own drinks, Jihoon would often treat himself to Starbucks on his days off. He loved his drinks of course, but sometimes it was worth it to let someone else make it for once, even if he had to pay for it. Personally, he liked making drinks for others a lot more, they always seemed to be happy with the final product. But when it came to creating his own, they never seemed to be good enough. 

Lost in his thoughts about making drinks and what he planned on buying, he keeps moving forward in line despite the fact that the man before him had stopped. Only then does the feeling of a solid figure against him and the sound of an irritated voice rip him from the confines of his mind, a suddenly nervous Jihoon takes a few steps back as to no longer be in the way. "I-I-" He's at a loss for words, he didn't mean to bump into him, he just wasn't paying attention. "I'm, um, I'm sorry." Bowing slightly, he gives another apology before resuming his stance in line, he felt awkward and uncomfortable, like all eyes were on him when in fact everyone had just continued going on about their day. 

A heavy sigh leaves his lips as he returns the stare, a frown tugging at the corners of his lips. "I can pay for your drink, if you want. I didn't mean to bump into you, it's the least I could do." He stops himself from rambling on and on, his ears already red with embarrassment, he didn't need to worsen the situation. Even though it wasn't that big of a deal, he felt awful and felt the need to fix... to fix whatever it was that he messed up, even though he hadn't really messed up anything except the man's order.

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