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ѕнow мe тнe way тo go нoмe

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► ♫ Wherever I may roam On land or sea or foam You can always hear me singing this song Show me the way to go home. ♫

Lu Han sighs for the umpteenth time that evening, lower lip jutting into a tiny pout as he kicked at a pebble in his path. It was dark, and he was alone, and he hated it.

It all started out with the simplest of desires of wanting to explore the neighborhood. After all, what better way to ease himself into a new environment by familiarizing himself with the place? And besides, the weather was great and Han couldn’t remember the last time he was able to enjoy an outdoor stroll alone.

A quick walk turned into hours, and the next thing he knew, the sun had set and the streets were doused in darkness, aside from the occasional pool of light courtesy to street lamps. Paranoia had started to set in, and the distant howls of stray dogs didn’t seem quite so cute anymore.

With quivering lips, Han huddled into his windbreaker, leaning next to one of the electric poles on the street as he sighed. His phone was dead and he didn’t think to bring his wallet along, and now he wasn’t sure if he was even in the neighborhood anymore.

“Someone send me a miracle, please,” Han mumbled, speaking his thoughts aloud to the night.

#jihoonhpj #t;showmethewaytogohome

тнe ғragrance oғ coғғee

@hpjhaesol

To Han, coffee was one of the few luxuries he was allowed to indulge in his old life. Many called it the bitter concoction from hell, but Han believes that they are the ignorant. After all, the scent of freshly ground coffee beans was akin to the call of a siren to true coffee connoisseurs.

Despite no longer requiring the kick of caffeine at ass o clock in the morning to get his day started, Han devoted an hour of his time each day to the cafe down the street near his place. It was his hour of heaven, a time where he would be able to quietly nurse a cup of black coffee -- no milk or sugar, please -- while people watching. Or studying Korean. Or just enjoy his drink. Whichever way his mood swung.

Taking his usual stroll to the cafe, Han’s smile widened when the first wave of aroma hit him as he pushed open the glass doors. Instantly rejuvenated, the idol near-skipped to the counter, stopping at the glass display of the day’s selection of cakes before deciding to forgo them today. However, before he could place his order, the cashier that normally served him happily informed him that his drink was already prepared and paid for, and was awaiting him at the table next to the window he normally sat at.

Blinking in confusion, Han’s gaze followed the direction that the cashier had pointed out, finding another individual that had already occupied the space. Witnessing the look of uncertainty coloring his features, the cashier gently encouraged Han to go on ahead, adding to the confusion of the situation.

“Excuse me,” Han tried his best not to stutter, clearing his throat as he summoned courage. “The cashier...he said you bought my drink.” Lips pursed as he turned to face the cashier, sending a pleading look as he wondered what he was actually supposed to do. “Thank you...?”

One could hear the gears turn in his head as his thoughts went wild of who this person actually is. “I’m thankful that you bought me a drink, but I won’t do you any favors! I’m not working right now.” Han eventually blurted, assuming that the other was a stalker fan.

#hpjhaesol #t;thefragranceofcoffee

♣: back scratches

The concept of friendship is almost alien to Han. Of course, he’s used to his manager from home coming by his place, but only for work purposes. Enter. Luhan, this is your schedule for the day. Exit. At times, it was also accompanied by the tantalizing aroma of breakfast, but even those were rare to come by. After all, his schedules started as early as four in the morning, and his manager frowned heavily upon anything that was McDonald’s.

So when Han invited Taehyung over to his place for a hang out (aka Korean pop music video marathon), it was the most exciting thing the twenty-seven year old had ever initiated. With snacks scattered across the carpeted floor and the two boys surrounded by Han’s infinite supply of fluffy pillows, the older male unconsciously reverted back to his most relaxed state - his back slouching against his bed, feet stretched out in front of him while his friend lay on his belly next to him.

With a soft, lazy smile, Han’s hand unconsciously reached out to pat the other’s head, just as how he would to Boss, his chubby russian blue whenever the little rascal would decide to snuggle by his owner. What started off as innocent scratches at the back of the other’s nape slowly developed into tickling fingers that traveled lower and lower, resting only at the small of his back. The pressure of fingers grew in intensity – only for the elder to quickly pull away when he was pulled out of his daydreams with a loud gasp.

“S-Sorry!” Holding both his hands up in a sign of surrender, Han shook his head as he stuttered from the embarrassing situation he was caught in, lips curved into a small smile. “It’s just…TaeHyung-ah, has anyone ever told you you’re like a cat?”

#taehpj #t;answ #i'm soRRY if iT WAs awKWArd--#but kitty!Tae was so tempting;;

♟

♟: patching up a wound

To many, Friday nights was the highlight of their week. It marked the beginning of the weekend, the start of being able to do whatever you wanted. For Han, it had never been the case. Friday nights meant another all-nighter at the recording studio, or another late night event that required him to plaster that polite half-smile that caused his facial muscles to cramp, especially during the cold, winter months. The point was, idols don’t have the luxury of ‘rest’. It was always the next concept, next something. He’s surprised he didn’t break even after all those years.

So Han cherished his Friday nights; coveted it, really. Snuggled in his favorite duvet, the idol lay sprawled on the bed in his one-room studio apartment, leaving the television playing some Korean drama – not that he was really paying attention, anyway. He shoveled another spoonful of ice cream into his mouth, ignoring that tiny screaming voice in his head that was a painful reminder of how many calories are you going to ingest, you stupid boy?! You’ll be fat and ugly at this rate!

Feeling his mood sour a little at the negative thoughts, Han set aside the half-empty pint of Ben and Jerry’s, only to have his mood darken even further when incessant pounding resounded from his door. He had planned on ignoring the noise, but it soon proved to be annoying enough that it grated on his nerves. Standing up and allowing the duvet to pool messily on the floor, Han shuffled grumpily to open the door even without peering through the peephole to make sure it wasn’t anyone threatening.

“Who in the– Sol?” The bite in his voice dissipated quickly into one of concern as he half carried, half dragged the other into his modest home, worry coloring his features. He skipped the conventional what happened to you? and immediately got to work, thanking the higher beings that he had remembered to stock up on a first aid kit and the knowledge he has garnered from the years of injuring himself at work to know how to fix wounds. He may not know how to work a coin washing machine, but at least this he could do.

With tender strokes, he was careful to clean all the open cuts with disinfectants, systematically dabbing his bruises with ointment and bandaging the worst of the injuries. “What have you been up to, you idiot?” He chided the other half-heartedly, taking in the bruised and battered form, the distress in his eyes muting the usually bright hazel shine.

“You know what, don’t answer that.” Not like Haesol would, anyway. Han wasn’t in the mood for half-truths or false I’m fine-s. Not after all this. “I’m going to take you to the hospital and I don’t care what you think,” he sniffed, picking his phone up and calling for a cab. “I’m your Hyung and Hyung knows best.”

#hpjhaesol #t;answ #no one should have taught Han about the whole hyung thing #now he's gon abuse it

тalĸ тo мe ιn ĸorean

@hpjskip

Perhaps moving to a different country that did not speak a lick of Mandarin was not the best idea that he has conceived. Then again, most of his ideas were poorly conceived, Han thought to himself as he trudged down the street from his humble apartment. Learning Korean would be easy for Mandarin speakers, they said! It’ll be fun, they said!

Lies, all of them. Han continued to sulk, narrowing his eyes at the signboards as he tried to decipher each word, eventually wandering into a restaurant. Thank goodness it was past the lunch rush hour, and the store was empty enough that the first waiter he saw told him to sit wherever. Mumbling a shy thank you, Han opted for the furthest corner, tugging his baseball cap lower as he read the menu. He recognized a few of the standard dishes, especially the chinese-fusion ones, but he was confused by the rest.

After a few more moments of his (fruitless) attempt, Han decided to give up when his stomach started to roar with hunger, twisting and cramping as it demanded to be filled with sustenance. “Excuse me!” He raised his hand, hoping to catch the attention of one of the waiter, biting his bottom lip as he hoped that his pronunciation was clear enough that he would not be laughed at.

#hpjskip #t;talktomeinkorean #in which i'm so unoriginal that i basically ripped off the title of the kr textbook i'm using #smh Yu #Yu suck

♝: reading a book together

“This will help!” Han exclaimed with an indignant huff, setting down a book in front of the other that was seated on the other side. “Reading will improve our Korean,” he nodded his head in determination repeating out loud the advice he had read on the online forum of newbie learners of Korean language that he was lurking on for the past few days now.

Unfortunately, the book that he had selected was a children’s picture book, complete with goofy, colorful animals printed on the cover page. But at least they would understand it – start easy, and then ease yourself into the more difficult stuff. That was his mentality.

“Okay, let’s start!” He chirped with excitement, flipping the book open to the first page, large, bolded fonts staring right back at him. “I’ll go first.”

#hpjskip #t;answ #never let Han take charge of their self-study sessions #or children's books are all you're going to be reading #or eat cakes--#'cakes are nice~'

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♠: your muse adjusting their jewelry/neck tie/etc

Working too long in the entertainment industry may or may not have given Lu Han some occupational hazards, even after making the decision to leave all that behind. His still automatically notices the eyes that are on him, and he hates the way his body responds to each and every gaze with a polite, half-smile.

What he hates most, however, is the itch crawling under his skin when he is standing in line and can’t take his eyes away from the way the hair clip is awry on the stranger that is standing in front of him. Keep still, Han, he fidgeted, lips upturned into a pout as his vexation coiled within him like a snake.

Before he was even aware, he had already smoothed out the stranger’s hair, running his hands through the silky (they’re even more silky than I thought! Han thought in surprise) hair and nestled the clip neatly atop her head, where it was.

“Sorry,” he apologized with a sheepish smile, looking half-embarrassed and half-appalled at himself. “Y-Your clip…it was falling off and…” he trailed off, hoping the stranger would be able to put two-and-two together.

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{ Hello 6 v 6 this is Yu and I’m excited to be here!! I’m always up for plots or even a casual chat (!! this is impt, I’d love to get to know all of you c’:) so feel free to drop me a message on tumblr msg. I’m normally on twt (@jtaeime) and I have a discord, kkt, line, so feel free to ask me for those for easier communication! Also, if you’d like to discuss a plot or is interested in plotting with Han, feel free to like this post and I’ll come sneaking up on your IM sometime ; v ;

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