life is real

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cruelbeavty‌:

soojung wasn’t sure how long she’d be able to keep this chasing game up but one thing was for sure, one point or another, they’d have to cross paths and soojung ? she had to deal with it, whether she liked it or not. she saw him countless of times and did well in escaping and she’d continue doing it as long as she could. the gift shop that once felt as if it was her second home, now felt different, the last place she wanted to be in for she knew that he could walk in any moment. it has been their thing to hang out and talk whenever free time they had here at the shop and so at every ring she heard, her body would always tense up. relief would wash away every fear and worry she had once an unfamiliar face would show up. today, however, seemed to be different from the others. unsure of how or what to do, she stood still and looked down on the counter, pretending on whatever she could do━or count the money, of course. why not ?

her body froze upon hearing his voice, all the more when she saw the mug presented over her. it took her a while before actually taking the mug. ❝   that’ll be …  ❞ for how long ? she asked herself. for how long will she have to keep this up ? obvious, it was so obvious, he wasn’t here for the mug. they had lots of it there and so she mustered up all the courage she had left in her and actually looked at him. maybe it was time ❝   lets talk.   ❞ she wanted to ask him so many things. where was he? where was he the whole time ? she was thankful that min was there, belle was there, almost everybody was there but where was he ?  out of everyone, he was the first person she wanted to see, not as how she wanted him but at least to be her best friend during that time of hour. ❝  tell me what is it that you want to ask or whatever it is you want to know. we both know that you don’t need this when you guys have a lot of this in the kitchen.  ❞

it’s the design, the small voice in jason’s mind—the argumentative one, shouted out. it was no use lying anymore, though, because soojung bit the bullet and went right ahead to the confrontation. yes, they had way too much mugs in the kitchen. that was fine, at least she spared him the trouble of having to navigate his way through the conversation without embarrassing himself any further. all jason wanted was to talk, to ask her what he had done wrong, but the tone of her voice sent a chill down his spine. it was cold, exhausted, dejected. it left jason’s heart aching. “i wanted to talk to you,” jason said, pushing the horrible-looking mug away. you disappeared on me, i looked everywhere for you, where did you even go, you’re going to be the death of me someday—

“have you been avoiding me?”

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closed starter for @hclymin​

minnie, as of recently, looked extremely tired. jason, no matter how blissfully oblivious he was of the current situation, knew that minnie had been running around and putting out fires, trying to get rid of the fast-growing tumbleweed of problems and stresses of handling a b&b with only a few people. nobody assigned him that job. the lot of them were supposed to work together, and minnie was the glue—the rock that kept the group sane. minnie had been the one to find soojung, and jason couldn’t even begin to express his gratitude. never mind the fact that he had been slightly envious of their closeness.

that’s where jason found himself knocking on minnie’s door at 9 pm with a tupperware of special cookies. he’d been secretly working on them after shifts, trying to concoct a simple, yet perfect chocolate chip cookie recipe with a base he wasn’t familiar with. liquified, at least. 

he (as well as cassius) were notoriously known for letting themselves in minnie’s home without any forewarning whatsoever, but he figured it was time to cut minnie some slack, as of the moment.

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closed starter for @miinkies​

since their altercation last friday, things had been a little quiet in jason and minki’s shared apartment. generally, jason would be throwing a field day. without minki around to annoy him, jason could spend his afternoons reading in peace and napping his day away. unfortunately, minki’s absence was dolefully noted, rather than celebrated. maybe because jason stormed off in irritation and left the argument unresolved. 

when he heard the door creak open, he immediately sprung from his seat.  walking to the living room, jason saw minki in the kitchen with...

instantly, jason’s mouth curled in a disapproving scowl. “mcdonald’s? really?” in this household? minki knew how much jason was against him eating fast food—it was a cardinal sin to bring any type of takeout back home. it was an unspoken rule (eh) between them; jason was extra sensitive when it came to minki + food, because he knew minki’s taste buds like the back of his hand. he knew what food made him smile unconsciously,  and what flavours made his nose scrunch up in disgust. minki could do so much better than grubby fast food—and boy, seeing minki clutching onto a paper bag of fat when jason was right there, was downright offensive.

“throw that shit away.”

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closed starter for @cruelbeavty​

excluding the fact that he had been suffering extreme fomo these past few days, soojung going missing had been one of the worst, and the most stressful highlights of jason’s month. he did not know what happened; no one opened up to him about it, nor did anyone bother to give him an update on the mayhem he had missed. jason did not want to prod, but he couldn’t help but notice that soojung began to avoid him right after the group chat fiasco. maybe she wasn’t avoiding him; it was just the paranoia. however, it had been extremely hard to catch sight of her, despite them working in the same fucking building, and it was frustrating. he would spot her at times, but she would scurry away—it felt like a game of cat and mouse, except that the mouse was hiding something from the cat, who was… honestly? a little hurt.

it became jason’s habit to pass by the gift shop every time he wasn’t on shift—normally, he spent most of his free time talking to soojung and attempting to distract her from doing actual work. this time, though, jason felt as if he was intruding, the familiar ringing of the bell deafening in the midst of the silence. the gift shop was slow on tuesdays—jason knew this. his nerves getting the best of him, he grabbed the closest thing he could find, before rushing to the counter, where soojung was standing. it was now or never.

“hey,” jason greeted with a small, hesitant smile, passing the ‘PROUD TO BE AMERICAN!’ mug over the counter. “i, uh, had to buy this.” internally, he was repeatedly smacking himself for suddenly losing the ability to speak comprehensibly. unable to form any coherent words, he waved an awkward hand. “kitchen stuff.”

[jung-koook]

jungkook in a turtleneck and his blue highlights 👀

[martinskki]

it’s gotten to the point where i just do a peace sign as a natural reflex 

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bellesung‌:

belle: do you really think i’m capable of doing wrong? belle: no, of course. i’m perfect.

jason: i don’t know belle jason: it’s usually the quiet ones 😳

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hclymin‌:

     usually  his  gaze  wouldn’t  be  so  dark  ,  but  somehow  his  mornings  were  never  good  .  not  until  he  had  his  morning  routine  completed  ,  which  usually  added  about  30  minutes  of  smoking  his  precious  weed  and  poisoned  coffee  ,  but  with  jason  there  he  wasn’t  sure  how  much  he  could  do  of  it  “     i  don’t  really  like  ….  hm  .  how  can  i  explain  …     “  he  inhaled  the  smoke  carefully  ,  tilting  his  head  back  to  relase  the  white  smoke  away  from  jason’s  face  .  his  head  shakes  slowly  ,  tapping  the  stick  on  the  corner  of  the  half  eaten  plate  ,  before  dark  hazel  hues  finally  fell  on  the  other  “     you  didn’t  disturb  me  .  anyway  .  we’re  in  america  now  and  at  least  i  need  to  get  used  to  the  fatness  of  their  breakfasts  …  like  fried  bacon  or  whatever  .     “  his  shoulders  move  upwards  in  a  small  shrug  ,  before  nodding  slowly  “     sure  .  i  have  some  chocolate  milk  in  the  fridge  if  you  want  some  .     “

despite being raised in america, the land of fatty foods and supersized meals, jason still kept a healthy diet. “don’t worry, i use canola oil. it’s the healthiest oil to use for cooking.” jason padded to the fridge, scourging through the items as if he was in his own home. one could argue that he’d been in minnie’s home innumerable times, it was practically his home too. mi casa es tu casa, or whatever. he brought out the milk and cream, handing the latter to the other before pouring himself a glass of chocolate milk. “i can make you something more... green next time, if you want.” he tipped his chin towards the joint in minnie’s hand. 

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hclymin‌:

     closed  starter  for  @jasonpng​  !

     “     and  i  already  told  you  ghosts  are  not  real  and  it’s  impossible  for  this  place  to  be  fucking  haunted  ,  jace  !!     “  no  matter  how  many  time  he  told  the  other  ghosts  weren’t  real  ,  it  seemed  to  not  get  into  that  thick  skull  .  and  minnie  wasn’t  in  the  mood  at  all  ,  not  with  the  recent  yelling  ,  not  when  the  locksmith  emptied  his  wallet  ,  not  with  the  whole  getting  two  new  keys  for  the  same  room  .  oh  ,  he  was  pissed  off  “     i’m  fucking  sure  ivy  moved  the  flour  ,  why  would  a  ghost  even  move  flour  around  ,  that’s  just  fucking  stupid  to  me  .     “  and  to  think  he  had  just  came  to  see  if  they  already  had  some  menus  prepared  ,  he  really  just  needed  a  drink  at  this  point  .  ruffling  his  already  messy  bleached  hair  ,  he  leans  against  the  counter  carefully  ,  looking  at  the  other  “     so  nothing  for  me  to  see  ,  huh  ?     “

jason has been feeling uneasy for weeks—maybe it had been the creepy guest who stayed a few nights at room 202 that started his paranoia. he had always believed in the paranormal, he even experienced it first-hand as a child! he tried not to let his fears get in the way of his job, but the flour moving surreptitiously was the final straw. “i told you,” he started, tone just adamant, “ivy wasn’t here! i was literally the only person in the kitchen before this shit happened! the ghost is trying to let us know that they’re here.” oh my god, what if the... thing bothering them wasn’t a ghost? what if it was a demonic entity that had been summoned by room 202? where was his holy water? “i fucking swear to god, minnie, if i die, i’m haunting you.”

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bellesung‌:

“kick  it  up  a  notch,  jason,”  she  smiles   mischeviously,   but  it   comes   off  as   adorable  rather   than   devilish.  leaning   over  the  counter,   belle   grabbed   the   shakers,   spicing   up   her   soup   before   tasting   it   once   more.   “mhmm–”  she  rolled   her   eyes,   “ok,   this   is   good… taste   it.”  visibly   proud   of   herself,   she  offered   him   a   piece.   “i’m   not   thirsty   but   i   do   wish   there  was   dessert.  did  you   make   some?”  she  inquired innocently.  “i’m   gonna   get   mad   if   you   didn’t,”   her   laugh   was   loud,  echoing   in  the   room.  “how   did   you  even   come   up  with   the   idea   for   this,   anyway?“  

jason leaned in, taking a bite. humming, a grin slowly made its way to his face, “oh, yeah, this is much better,” he mumbled thoughtfully, the cogs in his brain grinding and working—adding in the pepper made the dish more flavourful. it slightly reminded him of a smoky english breakfast. “you’re a genius, belle,” jason beamed, “there’s a plate of brownies ivy made yesterday.” opening the fridge, he pulled out the stack of gooey cold brew brownies, as well as a tub of vanilla ice cream, and placed it on the counter. “i was watching you with minki last night and i got inspired watching love cook.” after placing a slice on a small, clean plate, jason scooped a generous ball of ice cream, carefully perching it on the brownie. “bone apple teeth.”

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cassiustxt‌:

cass nodded and smiled understandingly, glad he nor his friend would ever have to stare down such a demanding foe, even though he did find some entertainment value in the chef’s television shows. his smile grew wider over jason’s excitement when talking about the ingredients he’d used in the dressing; it was an adorable sight seeing his friends talk about the things they were passionate about. even though he rarely showed it, cass was touched by how his friends had all come together for a common goal like this. he was also touched by how much jason seemed to value his opinion, and who was he to turn a blind eye to one of his comrades’ requests for consultation? “no, i actually think that’s a great idea! i feel like this’ll be a pretty popular spot that day. i mean, taking your significant other to a bed & breakfast is like a guaranteed fun night ahead. add in the beach?” cass stole a glance at the view outside the kitchen window. “that’s gotta be at least a thousand bonus points. so a special valentine’s day menu, with which to rebuild some of that sure to be expelled stamina? a blockbuster idea.”

“hella romantic,” jason concurred with a firm nod of his head. the setting was already romantic enough in itself; a seaside b&b with a great view of the ocean, they’re already gaining popularity, and with valentine’s day just around the corner, he was confident that they were going to be fully booked. a special menu was, of course, certainly on the table. while it was a little tricky thinking of valentine’s-themed savory dishes, jason loved a challenge. “ivy and i have been working on it, actually, i was thinking of doing a marinated creamy salmon dish. and oysters,” he wiggled his eyebrows suggestively, “something simple, nothing too heavy—but we can’t not add in oysters.” 

[poutaes-deactivated20210321]

in this house we trust no one 

bonus: 

[jjungcooks]

jungkook :: winter package in helsinki ❅

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hclymin‌:

     one  would  assume  min  was  already  used  to  jason’s  barging  in’s  so  early  in  the  morning  ;  maybe  he  had  actually  slept  something  well  and  that’s  why  he  was  still  enduring  .  only  two  people  from  the  team  of  nine  people  knew  how  minnie  was  truly  in  the  morning  and  that  was  definitely  jason  and  cass  ,  obviously  .  eyes  wandering  through  his  empty  apartment  ,  waiting  on  the  other  to  bring  him  the  coffee  before  muting  “     i  guess  .  maybe  a  little  too  strong  for  my  taste  ,  but  i’m  sure  normal  people  would  enjoy.     “  yes  ,  because  obviously  taemin  rhee  was  the  last  person  you  could  call  normal  .  he  still  took  his  moment  ,  digits  tangling  carefully  around  the  mug  before  the  other  fished  for  a  special  cigarette  from  under  the  table  where  he  saved  it  and  pend  it  between  his  lips  “     definitely  a  way  to  start  the  morning  .     “

was he supposed to trust the follow-up comment? it wasn’t as if minnie’s taste buds were fucked up or anything! “really?” jason asked, brows furrowing in an unsure frown. “if you found it a little too salty, then there’s a huge chance that other people would too.” eyeing the cigarette in minnie’s hands, jason slightly pushed the window open, leaving it ajar. “sorry if i disturbed you,” he finally apologized, “do you some cream with that?” he almost suggested adding bailey’s, but it wasn’t wise to make his drink irish at seven in the fucking morning. 

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miinkies‌:

                             there  are  certain  amounts  of  desired  power  necessary  for  minki  to  feel  comfortable  enough  to  stick  around  .  a  sick  obsession  with  the  upperhand  and  despising  when  anything  feels  flipped  .  when  he’s  the  one  needy  for  something  from  anyone  ,  ever  .  a  positive  to  jason  is  that  minki  exists  with  those  desires  without  fully  acknowledging  them  ,  never  allowing  them  to  come  to  the  forefront  ;  rather  he  teases  and  feigns  a  pulled  back  attitude  in  order  to  keep  what  he  decides  is  balance  .  “  shut  up  ?  and  reduce  you  to  tears  ?  i  couldn’t  .  i’m  feeling  way  too  nice  today  .  “  smirk  finally  takes  over  his  expression  as  he  settles  back  ,  sinking  further  into  his  chair  and  letting  himself  think  over  his  very  own  suggestion  .  a  naive  ,  impulsive  offer  that  he  regrets  when  jason  attacks  the  bait  with  ease  .  in  minki’s  fantasy  land  ,  jason  would’ve  thrown  out  another  ,  more  equally  desirable  suggestion  .  one  that  would’ve  leave  minki  feeling  so  .  .  .  emotion  he’s  just  as  quickly  shoving  down  before  he  leaves  a  chance  at  self-diagnosing  .  “  you  know  i  have  plenty  of  ways  to  entertain  myself  besides  you  ,  right  ?  you’re  just  fun  to  fuck  with  .  it’s  cute  seeing  you  frustrated  .  “  batting  his  eyelashes  ,  he  rests  an  elbow  on  the  table  ,  cheek  pressed  against  the  palm  of  his  hand  .  “  impress  me  .  “

“good riddance, then,” jason said coolly, turning away and wondering why seeing minki so smug about finding another plaything to waste his time with irritated him so much. perhaps minki was better off philandering around for the night—god knows jason needed a break from his roommate’s joshing. minki, in his opinion, was relatively easy to impress with food. this was jason’s forte—he was completely in his element—whipping up a dish that would perfectly tailor to minki’s tastes  was something he could do blindfolded. they’ve been living together for years now, after all. “how hungry are you?” he asked, sparing a glance at his roommate as he began to quickly move about, already mulling over his options. he’d go for something sweet, but that was ivy’s area of expertise. right off the bat, he thought about making pasta, maybe some linguine al pesto with shellfish, but was that spectacular enough? what kind of dish constituted spectacular, anyway? he was showered with praises for his savory meals—he could whip up a full-course meal if minki asked. 

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cruelbeavty‌:

closed starter for :   ❝  @jasonpng​  ❞

growing fond of the task that was assigned to her, the attendant made it a habit of hers to clean everything up, then check if everything else was in its rightful place. she knew how some customers could easily drop off an item they first thought of buying then change their minds afterwards, leaving it wherever they felt was convenient for them. while doing so though, she heard the ringing of the bell, the sound that always notified her of someone coming in. soojung meant to let the last customer roam around and help them with anything but the person she saw was someone different. in fact, it was someone she knew very well. oh let the gods help her. she wasn’t sure how and why she was able to maintain calm whenever he was around but she did. the countenance of her face was quite different from how she felt inside, a rather calm feature that contrasts to the chaos going on to her mind, the loud beating of her heart, she swore he could hear and the reason to why she found it difficult to breathe all of a sudden. it took up all the strength she had left to walk up to him. to jason.  ❝  what can i do for you today ?  can i help you with anything ?  ❞ she said in a professional manner to tease him, a sweet and innocent smile spreading across her lips. 

"just dropping in to see my best friend,” jason teased back, putting down the little snow globe back to where he had previously picked it up. soojung looked like a beam of light. he slowly sucked in a breath as discreetly as he can. after reuniting with soojung, he thought things would’ve been different. some time apart, he knew, was good for them—for him, because time healed wounds. wounds that he’d inflicted on himself. falling in love with soojung years ago was the easy part; it was admitting to himself that it happened that's hard. she was out of reach, and it was torture. it had been torture, because he vowed to get over her when she started dating that guy in high school and he did. he did. he did. he moved to new york, licking his wounds, and his feelings for soojung had been reduced to nothing more than a distant childhood love. 

ever since moving back to maryland, however, the lines he had drawn for himself were becoming severely blurred. he wasn’t going to mull over it now, though. along with his messy train of thought, he breathed out, “i wanted to ask you something, actually. do you have any plans on friday? there’s a week-long winter fair going on at d.c., maybe you wanted to come with?” 

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iivyhq‌:

All of that sounded wonderful to them. Sure, they might have done more in desserts and breads than savory courses and meals, they could at least give insight to their partner. “Not overseasoned, I think more-” They bring their fingers together repeatedly, as if miming a puppet while they think. “I can’t get the word I want. It’s almost- overly sour? No, not sour. It’s got this tartness to it that I really like.” That’s the best they could come up with. 

jason nodded in understanding. if sour was a punch, tart would be a slap—that was an adage he lived by. jason had a habit of putting calamansi juice in almost everything he made, because he was simply biased towards it. “i’m going to tone it down for the next batch,” he decided, getting up from his seat and moving to pull out some ingredients from the fridge. “i hope you don’t mind staying a bit more? i really want to perfect this recipe.”