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[hrwonho]

hrkarin‌:

with an unexplainable sense of triumph, she settles herself onto the ground. a final pat of her own clothes to make sure nothing has been ripped or wrinkled and her attention falls once again back onto the cat. ❝ come here you poor thing, ❞ eyes are not even glancing over at the other until the wriggling feline is in the safety of her grasp first where it seems to calm down.

at least for the time being. fingers scratch against the chin of the settling feline as eyes glance back to the male in thought. true to her nature, she had not planned anything else after the task. It had simply been, rescue the cat.

❝ uh… good question. i didn’t think that far, ❞ she offers a hangdog smile. ❝ i just wanted to rescue the cat…well kitty, ❞ eyes look down at the cat in her arms. ❝ what do you want to do? ❞ receiving only a stare in response a sigh slips out and she looks over at the male once again. ❝ should we let it go and see what it does? i mean clearly its owner wasn’t a part of the crowd. ❞

At her response, Wonho could only raise a brow. He couldn’t blame her, if he had been her he likely would have planned just that first step and not bothered to look at the rest of the steps to get the cat home. 

“What if it’s a stray?” he asked, knowing that it would make things more difficult. “Would you just let it go? Drop it off at the pound?” He wondered if those types of places still took any old animal that was found, or if they would make Karin pay to get the clean and given shots to make it be able to live with the others and friendly in a home environment. That would definitely end up being costly for a thing she wasn’t planning on keeping.

“Me?” he said, feeling a bit dumbfounded. “I don’t know...get it out of here?” he said, knowing his words maybe didn’t come off the nicest way. “Just...get it a home or take it to a shelter. Whichever works for me.” 

“Maybe, but who knows if it would end up home or up another tree. I think do the posters. Adn by posters I mean social media. Or the shelter.”

[hrwonho]

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[hrwonho]

hrhyemin‌:

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾      ❛ a lot of different ones but mostly doctors’ appointments, ❜ the naturally saccharine smile on her face is a sharp contrast to the weight of the words which she carries. doctors always carried a darker undertone to it, somewhere unspoken. even simply saying someone was one, brought about the sense that the person is smart, rich but also must have seen their fair share of many things. at least, that’s what she thinks. she’s long stopped looking at the medical professionals around her with visions of grey.

❛ yea i really like to read,❜ she doesn’t tell him how reading is her pathway to escape. especially ones of a female warrior heading out on fantasy and mystical adventures. she wishes she could, she wishes that was her. her dream would be to be a studio ghibli protagonist but it doesn’t seem like it would work out. ❛ i have a lot of siblings. too many some even might say so…it’s loud. i’m the middle child too so i’m doing a lot of things at once for everyone. ❜ the question brings amusement dancing in her eyes as good and bad memories cross into her mind. hyemin would never deny she loves her family even if they didn’t follow the norms.

❛ well that makes sense, ❜ maybe in another time she would feel a bit disappointed by the knowledge. but he’s been nothing but kind to her from the moment she begun to fret until now. a book reader speaks many about themselves, but one who doesn’t would have their own tale to unfold too. ❛ what do you like to do then? ❜  ☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙

“Ah,” said Wonho. “I see.” He could have kept prying, but he figured it was none of his business, and in truth, it wasn’t. If he was asking, it was for his own sake and he was sure that his previous question had already inclined he wanted to know more and she had said very little, so there was no need to push it. 

“A lot of siblings...wow,” Wonho nodded. “How many is a lot?” he asked, knowing this one was a lot less of a personal question that he told himself he was allowed to press. You could never tell what a person’s life was like at home and you could never tell if they were an only child or not. “Sounds like it would be a busy household,” he agreed. “But it must have been nice to be around all those siblings. Are you all close?”

“For fun?” he asked, repeating the words he spoke earlier. “I drink occasionally,” he shrugged. “I work too much either here or with school work to make time for much else. But that’s alright with me, I’m use to it.” He realized his words sounded a bit doom and gloom and after a moment of silences he added, “sometimes I’ll play video games with my brother. Or alone. But I guess that’s as about as much as I do.”

[hrwonho]

hrhanjae‌:

the unknown /past

it had been long years since hanjae and his twin brother had lived under the same roof. sure, they had spend a few nights together when their parents had made it work, but it was different than the first years when they’d been a true family. hanjae ached for those times, though he’d almost never admit it to anyone if he could help it. he wasn’t foolish enough to believe that nothing had changed between them, or that he and wonho were the same people. he had seen him grow and change, and they slowly knew less and less about each other.

but when wonho had decided to go to the same college as hanjae, he’d immediately jumped in to offer that they could be roommates. hanjae wasn’t the most sociable guy, so it wasn’t as though he had a lot of people he was open to sharing the space his mom and stepfather were generous enough to fund. he sought out his twin with a faint hint of a smile on his lips.

“hey, wonho. how’s it going? it’s been…jeez, how long has it even been since we lived in the same house?” he asked. he had been aiming for lighthearted conversation, but realized immediately it seemed worse, flippant. “i mean…you know. a lot’s happened…do you think it’ll be weird living together?” he mentally questioned why he kept making this worse and worse.

@hrwonho

Wonho had his reasons for never pursuing school. And he also had his reasons for why he suddenly had decided to go too. Since the beginning, his mother had offered to pay, and Wonho refused, but after a couple of years, no matter how hard Wonho worked, working in a coffee shop didn’t allow him to support himself ans his father. 

An education would.

And so, his research began to find a career path that was promising and something he could complete quickly, since his work hours would he shortened as he tried to focus on school.

When his brother had found out about his choice, he quickly offered his place for him to live, and first, he was inclined to decline, since it was a habit to ignore the charity that was offered. But then, he said yes.

He hadn’t lived with his brother in a long time, having been separated when their parents had gotten a divorce, and the time they spent together had diminished. They tried their best, but there was always ways to improve, and living together was one of those ways.

“Definitely a while,” Wonho nodded, feeling slightly awkward to live in a place like this after living in his childhood home for his entire life. “Weird?” It was a simple question, an innocent one, but Wonho didn’t know. “Maybe at first,” he admitted, offering a small smile. “But we’ll get through it. We get through everything, right?”

[hrwonho]

hrjunjae‌:

          THE TIME CONTINUES TO TRICKLE IN A slowness that is almost absurd while junjae waits for a response. he wonders if he’ll be scolded - if he was in the older male’s shoes he might. but if he was also in the older male’s shoes he may think of his own past grievances whatever they are and keep quiet. there are possibilities. but out of all of them the answers seems to be one that he can consider positive. he doesn’t know for sure but the other is willing to aid him and that was more than enough for junjae.

❝  –  no way! absolutely not. i don’t think anybody would make that their normal drink unless…well they wanted to have a real good time but not a long time. well, i don’t even know if it would be considered a good time, ❞ he’s rambling a bit now, face curled up into an unreadable expression that seems to reflect embarrassment but also mild disgust.

❝  –  i mean not that i’d judge anyone who came by because you sure didn’t judge me visibly at least when i first asked but…yea…i don’t know about this one, ❞   carefully, he slides the drink back across the counter towards the barista. ❝  –  can you toss it? and if they come in to ask later can you lie and say i drank it and i was super disgusted and wanted to puke or something. i mean you have my name already. oh, maybe i should get your name so i can tell them to talk to you specifically. ❞

“Well you never know with the people in this world,” he shrugged, as though this were an easy answer to the words he had spoken. “Some people just really believe in the whole idea of you only live once and try to make the most of it. Even if it’s to make this strange concoction their regular. But hey, they pay my bills, so I’m not complaining.”

“Definitely not visibly,” he nodded, which was the truth. He had judged, he just didn’t allow himself to show it. After all, it really made no difference to him since, as he had already mentioned, serving people what they had ordered was their choice, and he just needed to take the money for it so that he could continue to get paid. 

Wonho’s gaze fell in the cup and then back to the boy. “Sure,” he said, taking the drink before the boy could change his mind and dumped it into the sink before tossing the lid and cup accordingly. “Well, it’s just me here tonight, so if they come tonight I’m all they’re gunna get,” he explained, gesturing vaguely to the fact no one else was out front. “Well, there is someone in the back, but they wouldn’t be able to confirm it anyway. They would still have to talk to me.”

At his request, Wonho shrugged. “My name is Wonho,” he said, tapping on the tiny name tag which always managed to get hidden when he was moving around. 

[hrwonho]

hrxseungwon‌:

BLAST OFF [ with WONHO ]

@hrwonho

His idea of the perfect Friday night was including a full cup of something warm and a good book and usually it took some convincing to drag him out of his cave. Usually. Because there were those rare whiles when he himself felt like going out and having a break from his empty apartment, where the scent of papers interlaced with the aroma of black tea could become too bothersome.

Today wallowing in the bustling night felt like the most adequate way to top out the day and attune himself for the weekend waiting just around the corner. Seungwon wasn’t a big connoisseur of multifarious liquors and drinking wasn’t necessarily his typical go-to activity, but sometimes he simply liked to give in to this feeling of temporal carelessness he could plunge into with such lightness he so often sought. Lonergan’s works could wait; his thesis wouldn’t suffer if he sacrificed one evening on his trivial pleasures. He actually needed to repeat it to himself. Seungwon always had to muster up the courage, or whatever it took, to talk himself into the most mundane things other people wouldn’t waste a single thought on. But ever since he could remember he was over-thinking absolutely everything.

Even after closing the door and heading downstairs he dealt with this moment of doubt, wondering whether he should or shouldn’t backtrack. If he weren’t to meet Wonho, he probably would return to his condo. Luckily enough, Seungwon hated not keeping his word. On top of that, he really needed a drink and a little bit of company.

Once he made it to the bar, his eyes looked for the man and it wasn’t hard to find him in the crowd. Timidly he raised his hand and waved feebly before his mouth curled up in a reserved beam. “Excuse my lateness,” he spoke with an exaggerated poise to his tone before sloppily plopping down next to Wonho. Throwing a glance at his glass, Seungwon gave him a friendly nudge, which for distant onlookers could come across as much less sympathetic, but both of them were used to that display of affection. “What you’re treating yourself to tonight, rascal?”

It had been a long day and Wonho’s brother wasn’t around to unwind with. Naturally, this led Wonho to pulling out his phone and reaching out to someone who he knew would be there, someone who was always there when Wonho needed him. It wasn’t an emergency or anything of the sort, but Wonho most definitely needed a drink. And tonight, he didn’t feel like drinking alone.

He reached his destination quickly, but perhaps that was due to the fact that he was eager to get here, so the time seemed to fly by. A quick glance at the time showed him that it was actually 30 minutes that had passed, which wasn’t quick at all.

Whatever, I’m here now, he thought to himself as he took a seat and raised a hand to be served. He had his ID checked, as he often had checked since people assumed him to be a minor. He was never sure if he should take it as a compliment or not, but he supposed it didn’t really matter at the end of the day as long as he had his drink served.

When Seungwon entered the bar, Wonho’s gaze naturally went to him, and he returned the gesture of raising a hand before dropping it on the counter once more, his gaze returning to the drink before him.

“You’re always late,” he mumbled, but that wasn’t necessarily true. It just came out naturally to fight with the older boy. Most of the time they could get away with it, but sometimes it would blow up. They always managed to come together in the end. “The special,” he said, gesturing to the sign. “I’m not sure what that is, but it tastes weird. It’s sweet and then has a bitter after taste. I’m sticking to beer after this one,” he explained. 

“How’s your day been?”

[duckyhun]

[hrwonho]

hrkarin‌:

❝ cause…well cause… the cat was stuck so i think it was panicking in the first place and cats hate heights? like maybe, it only looks calm and it’ll actually be calm when it’s closer to the ground? ❞ she doesn’t know what exactly she’s blabbering about now at this point. instead, karin is simply speaking whatever is on her mind. still continuing on as she slowly dangles the cat over closer to him.

karin owes the older male a lot for doing this. she can already see how the cat fights the movements though not audibly. but still she’s begun so she might as well go all the way until the cat has finally found itself a new foothold in the male’s grasp. the taller probably more competent male —  a reminder to her that she shouldn’t have climbed up so quickly without thinking!!

❝ okay. you got the cat? good? i’m coming down now, ❞ without scanning for confirmation, she turns around so that karin can quickly sneak herself down the tree. it’s easier heading down than up, which comes as expected.  she looks around at the crowd, offering a wave of her hand to scatter them away. ❝ we’re all good now! ❞

The idea was simple and it wasn’t as though it was ridiculous, but Wonho couldn’t help but shake his head as she spoke. There was no way to know that was what the cat was feeling, but it was just like Karin to swoop in and try to rescue the little thing, even if that may not have been what it needed.

The cat was secure and Wonho heard Karin say something before climbing down herself and dismissing the crowd. A part of him couldn’t understand why people needed to stand there and watch. What was so out of the ordinary here? Getting an animal out of a tree? Unless they were the cat’s owner, he didn’t see why it mattered and if they were the owner, why hadn’t they done anything?

“Here,” he said, holding the cat out to Karin again, who was wiggling and eager to escape, still clearly in a state of panic, which Wonho suspected was due to his own presence. “Now what? Are you going to just let the thing go? It would probably find it’s own way home. Or are you going to take it home and stick up posters for a lost cat?”

[hrwonho]

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[hrwonho]

hrhyemin‌:

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾❛a homeaway from home? a place you’ve been around for so long it feels weird when youleave it,❜ hyemin nods in understanding, knowing how even though the girl has a home among her manysiblings she also has other places she calls home. these are places that shehas become emotionally attached to for many other reasons. friends or simply places where the girl can have some alone time.

❛oh. i t-thank you. thank you so much,❜ that had most certainly not been her plan - she feels a bit regretful she suggested paying for him in the first place, knowing she would not have done so if it came to this. but the girl is also thankful, and she makes sure that all her gratitude is apparent in her smile.

❛well it actually depends on the day. sometimes i have appointments, sometimes i just go home…but i actually like to go to the library the most. it’s nice to go somewhere quiet and just read. or finish up my homework. my home is really loud.❜

she briefly wonders if she’s oversharing at the moment but the words simply felt right. hyemin believes he’d understand, a loud family environment is not a strange woe to anybody of any age for good or for bad. ❛do you…ever go to the library?❜☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙

“Appointments?” Wonho asked, brow raised. “What kind of appointments?” He knew it was none of his business, but he couldn’t help but ask. She looked young, like perhaps she was still in school like himself and she was pretty, so there was a chance she was a model or an actress or a singer, so he couldn’t put his finger on what kind of appointment she would go to so frequently.

“Ah...you like to read?” he asked, although that was stating the obvious, an obvious more so because she had just said that she did. With the mention of homework, Wonho nodded to himself, pleased he was right about the student part. “Is it? Why is it loud?” he asked, again, noting it was none of his business but feeling the need to ask anyway.

The question was a simple one, but Wonho found himself quiet, letting silence fall after her question. “For...fun?” he asked, trying to gauge how she meant this question. “I mean, for school I do. The quiet place is nice to have, but outside of school, I can’t really say that I ever go there. I’m not much of a reader.”

[hrwonho]

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[hrwonho]

hrluca‌:

           he makes an exaggerated arm motion to imitate that of            an explosion.

           so, he’s found this new book at the library one day. okay            well maybe find isn’t the best answer unless sneaking a            glance over this kids shoulder counted. that was how luca            found the really interesting trivia book. that had promised            to be really hard and he was out here to see if it upheld its            promise.

           which it actually did. but it didn’t mention how addicting,            it could be and that leads him to now with his nose dug deep            into the pages and eyes not paying attention to his            surroundings. that is kind of amusing, given well he came            for coffee in order to vitalize his brain. but he’s forgotten            about it until someone calls for him.

           ❛  ― oh yes right sorry how rude of me! ❜ 

           he leans onto the counter and flashes the cashier a smile,            fingers slipping in to bookmark the page he’s on while he            tries to ignore the fact that he’s completely slipped up.

           ❛  ― large black coffee please. ❜ 

           and with that luca spins around to look at the male            behind him.

           ❛  ― sorry just got a bit busy…                                - say would you be interested in a trivia q?  ❜ 

After Wonho spoke, the boy moved like a tornado. He had a book in hand, which Wonho hadn’t noticed before until he had stuck his finger into one of the pages to not lose his spot. 

At least, the line was moving now, and Wonho could feel the sigh escaping from the people behind him as they were now one step closer to their caffeine fix for the day. Wonho went over the order in his head again, knowing it was the same thing he always got but it became a habit to repeat it over and over. 

When the boy spun around and spoke to him, it caught Wonho off guard. “Uh...” he said, blinking at the boy, his brain not fully registering what was happening. “Trivia? I mean, sure, I guess...” he said, confused, and not really comprehending what he was agreeing to. 

“What’s this trivia for?” he asked, shuffling to the next cashier and ordering his drink. “How long is it going to take?”

[hrwonho]

fake

@hrminjung 

Wonho needed a book.

That was all his goal was focused on for that day. He needed a book that his school bookstore didn’t have, and he had to have completed readings for Monday. So, he did a search online and was able to determine that a bookstore nearby held that book in stock. 

So, with not much to make his appearance stand out, still in his sweats, he grabbed his wallet and called out to his brother to let him know where he would be and headed out. 

Chances were, if others were looking for the book, they’d get there too and he didn’t want to miss out on the book because he took too long getting there. 

He entered the shop and it seemed as though a few people were lingering around, most accompanied by others while a worker say behind the cash register with a computer out, seeming to talk to someone. 

Wonho went to the section the book was in and was pleased to see the last copy and quickly snatched it and headed to the cash register, placing it on the counter. “Hi. I’ll be paying by card,” he said, pulling out his wallet.

[hrwonho]

hrjaewon‌:

 ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ 「 malentendu! @hrwonho 」

 ⠀⠀⠀

jaewon knows that it is necessary for him to visit a therapist now and then for his mental health and opportunity to keep himself mentally stable. he just happens to be lucky enough to find someone that respects his secret as well and becomes the person, who hears jaewon’s ideas before anyone else does. sometimes, inspiration grows out of their light conversations and that happens to be the reason that instead of meeting in an office or any similar place, they often meet in a cafe, both casual and friendly.

his therapist has an allergy and sometimes wear sunglasses even indoors. therefore, that one day, in which they decide to meet again, jaewon does not question the other and instead, sits in front of the fellow in the cafe. he is too excited to take a closer look and be sure that the other is the one he looks for and just spills out all the beans about the next update for his manhwa.

❝ i think about my previous encounter with my uncle’s cat a lot lately. the little monster knew i was scared and followed me everywhere, so one day i locked him out of the home when it was snowing. there was another day, during which i added lemon juice to its water. do you think i should use those memories? what would you call a person who acts like that towards someone else just because they’re scared? ❞

Wonho hadn’t slept well the night before. His eyes were bloodshot and red, and despite the fact he did his best to inhale the caffeine in front of him, it did nothing to stop the redness of his eyes. He made a mental note to go to the pharmacy and get some eye drops, maybe even try a nap to feel better, because he was definitely not going to be in a good mood for long in the state he was in.

While lost in his thoughts, someone took a seat next to him and started speaking. Wonho glanced over, a frown on his face and he tried to see if he recognized the boy, but he had never seen him before. He definitely didn’t know his name either. 

“Dude...” Wonho began, surprised at the extent this gut went towards this supposed cat.  “I just did some calculations, and I’ve been able to determine that you’re full of shit,” he said. “Why would you do that to a cat? If it’s not hurting you, why would you do that? Please don’t tell me you killed the cat, that would really be fucked up.”

Wonho took a sip from his drink before adding. “Oh, and I’m not sure who you were supposed to be talking to and I have no idea what you’re even talking about with using the ideas and whatever, but I’m definitely not that guy.”

[hrwonho]

hrkarin‌:

❝ yes? yes it’s me. ❞ voice comes out in a matter-of-fact manner, statement right now less interested in trying to wonder why he asked what she believes to be the obvious versus the cat which had now started meowing in complaint. time was apparently short when patience was finally beginning to wear thin and it would only be so long before her own patience snapped too.

❝ no no trust me she? he? well it’s cute and absolutely harmless i mean it hasn’t even scratched me once since i came up to rescue it. i think that’s proof since it hasn’t forced me to let go. ❞ though that may be due to the fact that even though it’s a cat there’s a sense of self-preservation. leaping down would not be one. regardless she’s already pulling the cat, still confused and therefore unable to protest, outwards in some pose that would make rafiki holding simba look paltry in comparison.

❝ you got this! i’ll make it up to you afterwards, ❞ she speaks with much confidence, a smile even shining brilliantly on her face as she finally gently but quickly lowers the cat down within arm reach of the boy so he could grab the cat. ❝ come on just a bit more, and then we can all get down and ignore the crowd…that kinda formed. ❞

“Well yeah, you’re holding it in a tree, why would it attack you? You throw it at me, it’s going to try and grab something and hence that something being me,” he pointed out, and spared a glance at what he was wearing. No matter how much he argued now, he figured it would be pointless, Karin had her mind set to this and he wanted to avoid ruining a shirt if he could help it. 

All Wonho could do was let out a sigh and he rolled up his sleeves, letting out a small sigh when he realized she wasn’t going to throw the cat at him but try to lower it down to him. “I got it,” he called up to her as he wrapped his hands around its belly, feeling the claws digging into his arms and cursing under his breath.

At the mention of the crowd, Wonho glanced over and noticed a few people stopping by, looking at the odd scene before them. “Yeah, yeah, let go of the thing and get down, I have a hold of the cat and it’s got a hold on me,” he spoke quickly, as though doing this would speed up the process. 

[hrwonho]

hrjunjae‌:

❝  – yea… to each, their own, ❞  junjae echoes, nervous chuckle making its way through the air. thebarista had offered him a smile that he knows it’s meant to be a sign ofcomfort but the boy can’t help but feel bad because the other is doing so. heknows it’s bad. but they know it too and the worst thing was that theybelieved him to be serious.

his right-hand reaches upto run through his hair, distracting himself from the nervousness he felt whilethe other works away on his drink. cognac irises gaze around, pupils notfocusing on anything in particular. it’s a nice coffee shop with its own charm, and he thinks he would have loved to use this place as a study spot if not forthe bet slapping across his face like an ugly mark of remembrance. some thingsreally do end up turning pitiful.

❝  - thanks, ❞ eyes stare at the demonic drink before him with much hesitation, a fewseconds ticking by before he gains enough courage to sneak his hand over tograb the drink. it’s hot and a part of him hopes that maybe it’ll scald hisentire mouth, tongue and throat so that he wouldn’t have to deal with tastingit. a wish that wouldn’t be granted though, sadly. ❝  -  well…no that wasn’t the plan. that’s my friends plan for me. sort of. ❞

amomentary pause and then the boy decides that there is nothing more he can loseat this point. the drink was made so the main point of thistrip had already completed itself. ❝  - i lost a bet andthis was the result. ❞

The next few moments were like in slow motion. 

There were some people who got their drink, and right then and there would take a big sip while others sauntered off, letting it cool before enjoying it. Wonho was curious what this boy was like, and he watched as the drink sat before him, and if he didn’t know any better, he would think the boy looked scared.

But you ordered it, he thought to himself, stating the obvious there. Why order it if you don’t want it? he thought, but then considered that maybe it had been for a friend, but the boy had come in alone. Maybe it’s meant to be to go, Wonho thought, but the boy hadn’t specified that much either, not that it mattered since all drinks were given in paper cups unless specified otherwise. 

“Your...friends?” he asked, a frown on his lips. It was clear he was confused and again, he made note of the fact the boy was here alone, his friends were nowhere nearby that he knew about. 

The staring contest continued, Wonho watching him, not moving. There were other things he could do, but he just stood there, watching, waiting. 

“A bet?” and it was as though a light went off and everything fell into place. “Oh, a bet...well, that makes more sense. I’d be concerned if this was your regular go-to drink,” he laughed. “They’re not here though, are they? Your friends. Toss the drink if you want, I’ll say you drank it.”

[faiize]

[hrwonho]

hrxnick‌:

᠁ “Are you sure this is legal?”

Dominick was staring at the huge ‘no trespassing’ sign, while the older male was easily helping himself take the trash out of the way so they could go through the gates in front of them. 

They were going to the movies together. It was a place Dominick had never been to before and it was a bit far from his place, so he had no idea how to arrive there. He trusted Wonho with the directions, even when the older boy suggested a shortcut. 

Dominick was fine with the desert shortcut, since he trusted Wonho, but the moment it looked like they were going to have to cross an abandoned place in order to get faster to the movies, Dominick had second thoughts.

“What if the police come after us!?” The boy asks worriedly.

▹▹ @hrwonho

At his question, Wonho chose not to answer. “Come on now, are you backing out now?” Wonho asked the other. “Look, we’re hungry, the movie is starting soon, and the quickest way is to just...cut through here. No one is even around, look, do you see anyone?” he asked, gesturing beyond the fence.

“I’ve been through here a million times,” he said, which was true. “Not once have I ever been stopped or caught, have I? I’m still here,” he said, holding his arms out to emphasize how much here he was.

“Trust me, the police have better things to do than worry about us,” he said. “Come on, are you in? It’s now or never. The more we lag, the later we’ll be.”

[hrwonho]

hrjunjae‌:

          IF JUNJAE COULD SHRINK HIMSELF RIGHT NOW he certainly would for many reasons. embarrassment is one but more than that he feels absolutely horrendous as if he’s committed a foul crime for making the request. a crime against all baristas and savvy drink makers. those with delicate taste buds too who would probably gag simply by hearing his order. as he felt so too.

          the frown on the other’s face says all - if he could the boy would squeak out a sorry and dash but unfortunately he plays far too nice for such things. instead, it is a rosy pink which tints his cheeks as he nods back at each request the other has reiterated back at him. maybe and the boy hopes he’s hearing it wrong, but there must have been some sort of light disbelief or judgment in the other’s tone.

❝  – oh yes uh right, ❞  he could be an honest person and give his name, forever implanting himself as junjae the boy with the weirdest request, or he could lie and save himself. but a face is there and there are others with his name walking around anyways, so he might as well go for it until the end. at least then he could lie, and he said he wore his own name with pride - even though the true story was quite the alternate thing. ❝  – .i’m junjae. will this drink take a while to make? i know it’s kind of an…odd order. ❞ 

          maybe junjae could take those few moments to grab enough sugar packets or salt packets or something to numb his taste buds so that he wouldn’t be able to taste what is about to come next. or maybe he could just hide in the washroom until around the approximate time he could exist. then dash for the exit. possibilities.

Wonho nodded to confirm that he heard the boy’s name and scribbled it onto the cup along with his specification. He took perhaps a moment longer than he needed to as he stared at the cup, confirming again and again what he was seeing was correct. That, or that it would somehow magically change and the drink would be less on the wild side.

But alas, that wasn’t the case. The order remained the same and Wonho nodded again, this time confirming to himself that this was real. “It’s definitely an abnormal one, but to each their own, right?” he said, offering the boy a smile in hopes he didn’t feel too weird about his drink order. After all, it wasn’t like this was his first time making a specialty drink and while some had been better, many had been a lot worse.

“No, not at all. Maybe just a couple minutes? I’ll get to work on it now,” he said, nodding once more before turning towards his station and setting off to work. He repeated the order to himself again and again and a part of him made note that he was likely going to be muttering this order in his sleep and his brother would wonder what the hell was going on.

Before he knew it, the drink was complete and Wonho turned to face Junjae. “Here you go,” he said, sliding the drink over. “I hope you weren’t planning on sleeping anytime soon, those four espresso shots will get you first and hard...but if you’re planning on studying all night, then this is just what you need.”

[monbebe-stan]