tenacity.

@jyhakyeon-blog

cha hakyeon, 27. third elite four. steel type.

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.& || ay ay matey

jybomi:

she nods, agreeing and arktos hurries back in when he hears that they’re going upstairs, quick to get into his position next to hakyeon in order to help him up the stairs. she had asked her beloved pokemon years ago to watch after her boyfriend, before they were even dating, and the zoroark had taken the request very seriously, never neglecting his duty and honestly, bomi was so so proud of him.

“okay, arky will help you upstairs and i’ll come meet you after? i’m going to check on all the babies in the living room and make sure they’re all settled,” she smiles at hakyeon, indicating where she was going. she always did a last check on the pokemon before she went to bed, even when he wasn’t there, but since he was, there were more pokemon camping out so she had to make sure they were all comfortable.

“you know where your clothes are,” she comments, before waving him off with arkto, trusting the dark type pokemon wholeheartedly to take care of her boyfriend. she hurries to go check on all the pokemon, having lots and lots of blankets and pillows in her living room for this sole reason, smiling and giving all of them goodnight kisses before she also heads upstairs, a night light on for the babies.

he can’t help but laugh a little bit at how eager and ready arktos always is to help. the zoroark has been doing this for years, and he has a sneaking suspicion that it’s something bomi had requested of the pokemon, but he’s never voiced his thoughts, instead, teasing his girlfriend relentlessly that her beloved pokemon loves him more than her. he’s just grateful for it, in the end, because arky has certainly saved him from a few nasty falls. he’s so, so lucky, for all of them.

“okay,” he agrees with a soft smile, leaning in to steal a kiss before arktos helps him towards and up the stairs into bomi’s bedroom. he’s long used to leaning against the zoroark for support, and he thinks that he’s incredibly lucky to have people and pokemon who care as much for him as everyone currently in the apartment do.

changing is one thing he can manage himself, but when he heads for the washroom to brush his teeth, arky is once again there to make sure nothing happens on the short trek over. he’s grateful for the attention, really, and he knows that his leg is uncharacteristically sore today. it must be the changing weather, he thinks ruefully to himself. glancing downstairs, he can see the nightlight, and the gentle flames from minkyung’s mane and tail dimming. another day is over, and he honestly doesn’t think his life could be any better.

#jy:bomi #th:matey

& delivery service: mom ;

jyhongbin:

he huffs at the older male once he’s plopped himself into the seat that’s proffered, glancing at the food that the elite four member had brought him and he scrunches up his nose. he knows it’s rather childish of him to be taking the treatment like this – especially since he’s been brought free food and hakyeon is only worrying about his health – but somehow, the other’s presence never fails to bring out his childish side. which was, of course, why hongbin had dubbed him his makeshift mom in the first place.

“you know i don’t really mean anything i say,” he points out, opening the food containers in front of him and he sighs happily at the aroma that wafts out, eyes brightening slightly before he digs in. it never occurs to him how hungry he is until he’s actually eating and he’s rather content now that he has real food in front of him. of course, on his down time, he does have coffee and he has little fruit snacks in the back room but it doesn’t compare at all to real food. real, hot, steaming food.

“i know, i know,” he mumbles, a bit late in reply to the lecture about having to take care of his own body first – it’s not the first time he’s heard that and he knows that the warning is warrant considering how he has collapsed before from not taking care of himself. but he can’t help it. his brain and body sort of just go into autopilot mode whenever there are injured or sick pokemon around, and being so close to the elite four buildings means that he’s much busier than most nurses. “this is really good though.”

his expression is distinctly grumpy as he stares at the younger male accusingly, almost as though silently demanding, where’s my thank you, you brat, but in reality, he’s simply happy to see hongbin eating in earnest. there’s relief that floods through him when hongbin actually digs into his food. the young nurse is infamous within their friend group for being horrible at taking care of himself.

“yeah, so stop saying i know, and start actually listening, you brat.” he mutters lowly. he sounds harsh, but they both know that everything he says is said out of concern for the younger, and not out of actual anger. he just worries, and they both know that full well. the nurse has collapsed from exhaustion before, after all, and hakyeon is determined to not let that happen ever again. he knows he’s partially to blame -- he’s certainly sent his fair share of challengers over, after all.

his expression softens when the other mumbles how good the food is, and he sighs softly to himself. “next time, don’t skip your lunch break, okay? you know i’ll always come over to drop off food for you if you need it... you just have to text me.” his voice is gentle as he reaches out to ruffle hongbin’s hair, his other hand gently stroking the happy vulpix’s fur, smiling faintly to himself. “sheesh. what do i do with you?”

#th:ds #jy:hongbin

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fyeahkoreanphotoshoots:

Bomi (A Pink) - Cosmopolitan Magazine November Issue ‘16

#* moonlight #jybomi #( he loves her so much )

& some best friend ;

jytaekwoon:

“hey, who said you could move my stools around?” he tries, though he knows that the older male will most definitely not listen to him, sighing softly afterwards and he just returns to gently stroking minkyung’s head, her flaming mane warming his hand and not burning him at all. no matter how long he’s been around the rapidash, he can’t get over the fact that the mane of fire doesn’t burn unless she intends for it to. perhaps he just hasn’t been exposed to enough pokemon, but it still amazes him with what they can do. or not do, in this case.

sighing softly to himself, he doesn’t answer his best friend, choosing instead to count the money in his till as he turns the offer over in his head. the words ‘suwon’ and ‘pikaboo’ are the ones that stand out the most to him and they both point to one thing – seeing hyuna. that was an offer that he would usually take in a heartbeat but his mind is being particularly stubborn and he keeps quiet for a while longer as he finishes counting one section of coins, placing them all back into the cash register.

“i can’t leave seoul tonight,” he finally answers, the corners of his lips turned down in a slight frown. “i’m low on a lot of things for the shop and i need to make sure the orders will arrive,” he explains, though there’s regret laced through his voice, his heart urging him to hurry to pikaboo.

“if i accompany you to this cafe, you owe me a latte,” he offers, his only deal for him agreeing to go with hakyeon. hikari coos softly at the gentle petting and he narrows his eyes at her, shaking his head slightly in amusement. “i think she’s grumpy because i didn’t wake her up when you got here.” the betrayal.

he ignores his best friend as he always does when the younger male complains. it’s all token, he knows, and he doesn’t bother himself with taekwoon’s complaints most of the time. they’re just a way for the ice cream shop owner to distance himself. taekwoon always needs his own space, and hakyeon has learned that well over time. he’s learned to respect it too, but that doesn’t mean that he won’t always push taekwoon’s limits, carefully, lovingly, all to expand the capacity his best friend has. for hyuna, he thinks to himself. taekwoon will thank him for it one day.

“that’s a pity.” he says with genuine regret, having wanted to get two of the most important people in his life together. “it would have been nice to go to pikaboo... i miss bomi, and i’m sure you’d like to see some of the baby pokemon at pikaboo.” he makes no mention of the woman who owns the shelter and takes care of all the baby pokemon, knowing full well that that is where his best friend’s mind is focused.

“fine, fine, a latte.” he agrees easily, disappointed that they won’t be going to suwon after all, but content that the younger male had agreed to go somewhere with him after. “i would be grumpy too, if i were you, hikari. next time, he should wake you right away, right?” he scolds his best friend playfully, making a funny face at the amaura. he leans his cheek against her head, a small smile on his face, and he seems very content for the time being, continuing to pet her.

his one good eye fixes on taekwoon, the other obscured by black fabric. “so, how long until you can leave?”

#jy:taekwoon #th:sbf

☾ overturned ; hist. »

jykyungri:

the soft murmur of her name has her pausing and she glances at him, having been in the middle of detailing one of the on-location shoots she had gone too, explaining how beautiful nature in japan seemed to be – though it wasn’t much different than south korea, the language barrier as well as the different atmosphere made it seem much more different than it really was. though, he’s familiar despite their relationship failing, and she misses him as much as she misses being home. he had been her home for so long that it was a strange thought for her to consider those two things as separate entities.

perhaps they had fallen further than she had thought.

“love …” kyungri echoes softly, the word hanging in the air and it feels almost bittersweet to her right now, smiling despite the reality of their relationship hitting her now. it still feels like coming home, being with him, even if she didn’t really consider it that anymore. she presses a kiss to the back of his hand, content to let him sleep and wait for him to wake.

his face is peaceful in sleep, pain no longer marring the lines of his face. that’s a rarity -- every day he’s fallen asleep, he’s always still been in pain as he drifts off, face contorted into expressions that try to hold back his agony. it never really works, and inevitably, the pain wakes him up. today is the first time in days that he’s fallen asleep without those tortured lines carving out his face and tensing his body.

his hand in hers is loose and limp, and he dreams of happier days. when they had been together and carefree, smiles and laughter coloring their memories, before their schedules had pulled them apart until they’d slowly started falling out of love. the sight of her walking in the door had still brought an immense wave of comfort over him.

even though they were no longer in love. even though they had discussed marriage not too long ago. even if this was approaching the end of a beautiful relationship, one that had cooled off. even then, he was home with her. he was grateful to have had her in his life. he had loved her. he always would. it just wouldn’t be in the same way, anymore.

they hadn’t been meant to be.

#jy:kyungri #th:overturned

jyxjaemin-deactivated20171123

Insecurities *( ljm + chy )

jyxjaemin:

He realized he asked too loudly, and he’s not sure if that was what shocked the man or the question he asked. He didn’t bother with that thought much as he read the other’s lips, forming the possible words the man was saying. Realizing what he said, he answered a bit too late due to his frantic state bothering with his thought process “I- yes. I do.”

His face is flushed lightly due to embarrassment of oneself at needing to be dependent on a stranger. It never felt good to need to rely on others, it made him all the more insecure of himself honestly. His depleted self-esteem is reaching even lower levels and he wondered how it hadn’t even reach rock bottom yet.

The tug took him back to reality, and this time he managed to catch enough of what the other was saying. He nodded, albeit quite reluctant. He’s not sure if he should trust the man enough to do that, but his hate towards this feeling within the crowd is much more stronger than his wariness, which led him to that decision.

he’s gentle as he leads the other male away from the crowd, carefully guiding him through the gaps, a warm hand on the other’s wrist as he navigates easily through the crowd. the crowds tend to part at the sight of him, his eyepatch making him easily identifiable, as well as the scarring that races down his face. ugly gashes, he calls them, but according to his girlfriend, they’re hero stickers. he loves the sound of that, even if he doesn’t believe them to be true.

once they’re in a quieter area, he offers the other male a small smile, finally letting go of his wrist. “is everything alright? you were pretty freaked out, there.” he fixes his one good eye on the stranger curiously, his concern evident, no mocking tone or slant to his posture.

there’s just genuine worry. carefully, he reaches into his bag, pulling out a bottle of water, one that hasn’t been opened yet -- he hasn’t found the need to take a sip, yet. not quite yet. so the water bottle remains untouched, and he thinks wryly that this is probably better to reassure the obviously frightened male in front of him that nothing bad is going to happen.

#th:insecurities #jy:jaemin

& animosity ;

jyamy:

No, she didn’t truly think it was Jinyoung’s fault. No, she was not so immature to think holding a thirteen year grudge on an eight year old was the right thing to do. But thirteen year old amy was still seeing that little kid as the thing standing between her and her mother’s acceptance of her. Acceptance that, even after Jinyoung was gone, never truly came. That little girl felt she had nowhere else to funnel her frustration, her only outlet the memory of a little boy who managed to secure himself in her mother’s heart as the ideal child.

Oh fuck. Her eyes where warming. No, this wasn’t what she wanted to do. She’d suppressed that angry little thirteen year old in her for so long. It wasn’t healthy, but it’s what she’d done. And now Jinyoung’s appearance was triggering that little girl. Making her kick and scream and want to be heard. Making her want to sob and hate all the events that led to grown up Amy’s condition.

And yes, part of it had to do with Amy’s lack of coordinator ability. She was fully convinced that if she was placed in a room with Jinyoung and her mother, her mother would absolutely lunge forward to hug the coordinator. But Amy was all to aware of the fact that there was more to it than that. The fact that Amy had gotten so close to her father, so intwined with Team Rocket…these where factors as well.

She blinked a couple times, not wanting to legitimately cry in front of Hakyeon, but it was difficult not to feel herself reeling from how much of her past had been out of her control, and yet it effects her so greatly today, “No, it doesn’t help. I know that. And I know it’s not his fault. Adult me knows that. Thirteen year old me doesn’t.” She let out a breath and shook her head, “But unfortunately, I don’t know how to fucking shut up the hurt kid inside of me. She’s just kicking and screaming and lashing out and making adult me very angry at a coordinator who didn’t do anything other than merely exist.”

he’s quiet as she thinks, letting her have a few moments to herself to really consider an answer before she replies. time is something he has a lot of when he sits in the elite four building, and he glances up at her quietly, when a reply doesn’t come after longer than he expected. but still, he says nothing, instead, observing the tears that are gathering in her eyes. he chooses not to comment -- no one likes to be caught crying, he thinks. it doesn’t matter if they’re male or female, there’s something inherently embarrassing about crying while being in such a high position of power that he knows all of them (perhaps he and amy, more so than their youngest member) prefer to avoid.

“who are you really angry at, amy?” his voice remains that same, even level of calm, blinking at her quietly, leaning forward a little bit on his open book. “the child inside you is angry at jinyoung, or so you say -- but is that really who she’s angry at? is she angry at jinyoung for showing up and stealing your mother’s attention? or is she angry at someone else?” his leading questions are obvious, and it’s clear the direction he’s guiding her in, but he knows that she needs this.

she needs a calm head, right now, and she can’t be that for herself. so he’ll do it for her. it’s not a big deal, and he knows for a fact that the young coordinator is as far from cocky and put together as one might never imagine him to be. he’s seen jinyoung fall apart at the seams, hastily sewn back together by hongbin’s caring hands and impatient, chastising words, all borne out of love, and he knows that the boy would never have sought attention. simply passion.

#jy:amy #th:animosity #( sorry this took so long! )

.& || ay ay matey

jybomi:

her attention is fully on her newest baby, so fond of the little cleffa already – she had been fond since the first day she had set eyes on the fairy pokemon and honestly, she’s a little miffed at herself for taking so long to adopt her. she wasn’t even really sure why she had stalled for so long, considering she knew her pokemon would never harm her, confirmed by the way they had all gathered protectively around the baby of the family once she had set her down. either way, astraea was hers now and she wasn’t going to be letting her grow up too fast.

she returns once she’s entirely sure that her cleffa is sound asleep and that all the other pokemon would be getting ready for bed soon, hurrying back into the kitchen and she huffs at her boyfriend when she sees him washing the dishes. “okay, what happened to taking it easy?” she accuses him immediately, knowing he was a bit sore and tense today and she had planned to do everything so that he didn’t have to.

“i’m calling sabotage,” bomi jokes, shaking her head and she grabs a towel to help dry the dishes he had finished since she was too late in coming back to intervene and rinse them herself, settling for drying and putting them away instead, tutting at him.

“i’ll come up and battle you for fun then,” she grins at him, hip bumping him gently as she puts away the last bowl, reaching out to dry the cutlery and placing those away into the drawer as well. “and when i lose, you can treat me to dinner and i’ll come and stay over,” she laughs, considering that was what usually happened anyway.

he grins sheepishly at his girlfriend, his eyes crinkling up gently at the corners, the scarring twisting slightly as he smiles at her. “i can’t not do anything, love.” he points out with a soft smile as he hands her the dishes to dry, content with being able to help this much. he’s honestly so lucky that she had seen fit to keep him company throughout his entire recovery process, and thus given him the chance to really see her in a new light.

“that sounds like a plan, then.” he laughs a bit, and they both know that he would treat her to dinner regardless of whether she won or lost, but they also both know that it’s unlikely she’ll ever be able to win against him. he has years of experience on her, and he’d grown up watching her learn to battle.

but it’s always a good learning experience, and he quite enjoys his battles with his girlfriend. there’s always something new to learn from every battle. “shall we go lie down, now?” he asks her, an exhausted smile stretching his lips up at the corners, and it’s genuine, despite how tired to his bones he suddenly feels.

#th:matey #jy:bomi

.& || adventure time

the feeling of him taking her hand is nothing new and she smiles at him as he does, squeezing his fingers gently and she blinks at him for a moment, nodding in full agreement with his words before he attention jumps back to the little fairy pokemon toddling along in front of them. she had decided not to let arktos out of his ball just in case he got too excited and started attacking the wild pokemon and she had to stop him. somehow.

“yeah, maybe we should go on more nature walks,” she hums, amused and she’s very careful not to let astraea out of her sight at all. “that would be fun, right? we can let all the babies out and they can frolic in the grass or something!”

he’s accompanied by no pokemon wandering around in front of him, reluctant to let any of them wander or scare away the wild pokemon. pichu wouldn’t stand a chance against the stronger pokemon here, and all of his other pokemon would likely intimidate the hell out of the wild pokemon, which is what he wants to avoid. “astraea’s so cute,” he sighs fondly, his eyes crinkling up at the corners, and it’s not hard to see how much he loves the fairy pokemon, despite her not being his.

“i wonder, aren’t there any pokemon parks nearby that we could probably go to?” his voice is curious. “if there are, i bet we could bring all of the babies -- even the bigger ones would like to run free, i’m sure. minkyung makes me ride down to suwon instead of flying, sometimes, because she misses running with me,” he laughs quietly.

#jy:safari #th:at #jy:bomi

The forceful throw of the ball at the Feebas seems to stun it decently, and when the ball sucks the water Pokemon in, it barely wiggles before the capture light blinks out. Congratulations! You've caught a Feebas (female, level 18, Oblivious).

he glances over at the stunned water pokemon that had scared astraea so badly, now entrapped inside the ball, if only temporarily. he holds the fairy type pokemon close to him, kissing her head gently, his lips turning up at the corners, both of them watching the ball intently. it barely wiggles and then the capture light winks out, and he cheers, holding astraea up into the air.

“look, astraea!” he cheers happily, trying to entertain the cleffa so she won’t be scared anymore, and he loves her very dearly, almost like his own child. in a way, he almost feels like the cleffa is his and bomi’s first child, and he hopes that when their actual child is born, he’ll take just as good care of it.

“you don’t have to be scared anymore, see?” his voice is fond as he carefully lowers the star-shaped pokemon down to the ground. “i’m not going to let it out for now, and hopefully, by the time you see it next, it’ll be pretty.” he chuckles, knowing feebas is one of the classic ‘ugly duckling to beautiful swan’ type pokemon, going from one of the ugliest to one of the most elegant pokemon that exists.

picking up the ball, he tucks it away with the other pokemon he’s carrying, though he’s careful to slip it into a separate section, not wanting to accidentally bring out one of his newly caught pokemon if anything goes wrong and he needs to call on one of his battle pokemon. he’s content, he thinks, with the hauls of his safari event, but more than that, he’s happy because his gilrfriend has spent the entire time with him so far. there’s not much time left, he knows, and she hasn’t walked away with anything yet, so he hopes that she finds the one pokemon he knows she’s looking for, soon.

#jyevents #jy:safari

There's a splashing noise from the river that lies ahead, and a Feebas flops onto the shore!

he hears a sharp little cry of distress, and he hurries forward to see astraea staring uncertainly down at a flopping fish, not too far from her. he doesn’t blame the fairy pokemon for being mildly frightened -- it is an extremely ugly fish, and it’s thrashing rather violently. hurrying forward, he carefully scoops the star-shaped pokemon into his arms. he can already hear the worry practically screaming from his girlfriend’s mind at the thought that her beloved baby (their beloved baby) could possibly be in danger, and it’s without thinking that he hurls a pokeball at the wildly flopping feebas.

perhaps with a little more force than necessary, but he’s caught up in worry for the newest baby in their family, okay?

“astraea, are you okay?” he coos softly, cuddling the fairy type pokemon close to him and taking a few steps away from the river. the ball that lies by the riverbank, wiggling, is forgotten for the time being. all in favor of the adorable baby that had waited for months to be adopted by bomi, and ended up being given as a birthday present by none other than hyuna.

it never takes that much to comfort astraea and to soothe her into a state of happiness again, where her arms are waving delightedly and her eyes are curved into crescents, and hakyeon absently wonders if this is how he’ll feel like when they eventually have kids. get married and have kids, that is. he feels like it’s probably something along the same feeling of pride and delight. belatedly, he remembers the feebas he’d chucked the ball at, peering around the star-shaped pokemon in his arms curiously.

#jyevents #jy:safari

.& || adventure time

not really lost but definitely hungry w. @jyhakyeon

the safari seems like it would be a fun place to get lost in if she’s being completely honest with herself. she had run into a lot of her friends recently and it was nice that everyone seemed to be congregating at the safari despite their hectic daily schedules and jobs. heck, she and hakyeon both had taken a day or so off just to wander around and perhaps catch new pokemon.

so far, the abundance of wild pokemon had definitely been the perk to all of this, despite her not really having caught anything new just yet. it had been a while since the last wild pokemon had appeared from a bush or a tree or the lake nearby but it was nice to see astraea enjoying herself as she tottered along in front of them.

the sight of astraea toddling along in front of them, touching all the different things around them and being startled by random pokemon that wiggle out has him laughing. it’s definitely one of the most adorable sights he’s seen in a while, and for the most part, the wild pokemon they’ve encountered haven’t bothered to stick around, let alone give them an actual chance at capturing, but there have been a few.

“it’s nice, hey?” he asks his girlfriend, reaching for her hand. she’d been walking a little bit ahead of him, and he wants to link their hands together again, sap that he is. “it’s kind of nice to get out of the cities and over here into nature.” he glances down at her, for once, no part of his face obscured by black fabric, as per their agreement.

#th:at #jy:bomi #jy:safari

Caught off guard, the Spheal is sucked into the Safari ball with a flash of red light, and it drops to the ground, still for a moment before it wiggles rather violently. One shake... two... three, and it seems as though it might burst free before it goes still, the capture light winking out. Congratulations! You've caught a Spheal (male, level 16, Thick Fat).

his expression is simultaneously delighted and amused, his eyes crinkling up at the corners, holding onto his girlfriend’s hand tightly as the ball wiggles. there’s something so captivating about being able to watch a ball wiggle, when everything is down to luck. he hasn’t caught a pokemon in a very long time -- there’s never been any need for him to catch anything, especially not with his recent instatement as an elite four member.

“i caught it!” he cheers when the light winks out, and he grins at his girlfriend “it’s so fat, bomi, i caught it and it’s so fat --” his voice is obviously delighted, grinning playfully at her, knowing full well that he’s being rather silly, but he doesn’t mind at all. but the spheal is literally a circle, and it honestly amuses him to no end, unable to stop grinning at her, his one good eye glinting with laughter and amusement.

reaching over to scoop up the ball into his palms, he admires the patterning on the safari ball -- it’s so different, and it’s honestly been years since he’d caught anything in a safari zone. he’d almost forgotten the mechanics of how one of these worked. “do you have any idea as to what i should name it?” he asks his girlfriend seriously, knowing that if it was up to him, he’ll either come up with no nickname or an incredibly lame one.

“i don’t think i want to evolve it -- doesn’t it evolve into a walrein or something? i kind of want to keep it just like this...”

#jyevents #jy:safari

security base ;

flashback // a week or two after the attacks @jyhakyeon

she’s a familiar face around the hospital by now. the receptionist always greets her in a similar manner every time she stops by. she’s been coming every day before her self defence classes, squeezing in an hour or two before she ultimately had to wait until tomorrow. hayi herself was treated at this hospital for the wound on her hip, which was the extent of the damage she took during the attacks.

all thanks to the one man brave enough to protect her and the pokemon who fought to keep her safe while she fought for theirs as well.

the small thirteen year old clutched to the bouquet of flowers closely. they were his favourite flowered. she knew because she asked a while ago. ever since then, she made it a habit to bring his favourites. she shuffled through the legs of the adult doctors and nurses, whom were still in a frantic state. the attack may had happened well over a week ago but there was still many people in critical condition. a doctor paused to ask hayi how the gash was healing up on her hip. she lifted her shirt to show the bandage. he told her he’d send a nurse to the room to re-dress it later so it’s clean. hayi bowed her head and thanked him.

she still had a small limp in her step. it hurt to move a lot. especially because she was training for self defence. of course she was still learning the basics but she was hesitant to do so. at some point she was terrified to rip open the wound even though her instructor assured her that wouldn’t happen. hayi opened the door to hakyeon’s room and shuffled in quietly. she did the first thing she always did: replace the old flowers with the newer ones her parents lent her money for. after, she dragged the chair closer to hakyeon’s bed. hayi perched herself into it, curled up into a small ball. she rested her head on the hospital bed, face turned to stare at the television. her small hand was tucked safely under hakyeon’s.

after she was settled, she waited. sometimes he was just sleeping and sometimes she just enjoyed this little ritual of closeness that she got into habit of. even if he was awake, she liked to just stay there for a little bit before one of them ultimately broke the silence.

he’s sleeping when she enters the room this time. he’s been sleeping a lot, over the past few weeks. the few days he had spent in a haze at uyu, feverish, thrashing violently with fever and crying out to taekwoon, had done him no good in terms of recovery, and his injuries had been so severe that even with the significant help the miltank milk his best friend had constantly forced into him had lent him, he’s still likely to be confined to bedrest for a decent while longer.

he has constant visitors, much to his own surprise (and sometimes even people who he doesn’t know come). taekwoon, bomi, hayi, hyuna, kyungri -- there is almost always someone in his room at one point or another. it’s comforting for him, never having to wake up alone, never having to wake up in his cold room, alone and afraid. the loss of his eye and half of his vision has been jarring, and often times, he forgets why he cannot see the left half of the room.

when he wakes, the warmth of a small hand is in his hand, and he shifts slightly, unable to see the figure who sits at the side of the bed. but the size of the hand in his tells him something, and he flexes his fingers experimentally around her hand. “h... hayi.” he mumbles quietly, his good eye fixed on the ceiling, tired.

#th:sb #jy:hayi

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moving beside him towards the counter, she shrugs. “nothing particular. there was a trainer in the morning but he didn’t make it through. which was sad because you could truly tell he had an enviable relationship with his pokemon. maybe you’ll see him in the coming weeks” she laughs.

it was both a blessing and a curse. as the first member of the elite four, she saw far more trainers than the other three. no one made it to naeun, or hakyeon, or even amy, without first going through eunha and while this often times meant she spent more hours than they did in her room, she didn’t mind. it was good practice and there were never any cause for complaints. it was just hard because the devastation that is felt in her room was sometimes almost too real.

(no amount of apologies on her behalf would ever be enough).

watching his movements, she immediately becomes suspicious. “you’re not planning on paying for me after i’ve explicitly told you that the first few would be my treat” eyeing him carefully, almost daring him to do something, “don’t make me tell bomi”

the threat was empty, of course, eunha never using her close relationship with bomi against her boyfriend but… hakyeon didn’t know that.

probably.

maybe?

“i’ll pay for all of this,” moving in front of him, she places her items beside his and hands a note forcibly over to the man behind the counter, not at all giving hakyeon a chance to reach his wallet.

“if he was truly as good as you say he was, i’m sure he’ll try again.” his voice is calm and confident, and it’s not so much a matter of whether or not the elite four can be beaten -- they, like the gym leaders, are there for learning purposes, but there are certain stages, qualifications to meet, before an elite four member will even consider truly battling against a challenger. most of the time, it’s a restrained battle on the behalf of the strongest trainers, seeking the lesson they wish the challengers to learn.

“well,” he starts, a sheepish smile coming on his face, and he can’t help but chuckle as the younger member threatens to tell his girlfriend. it’s a legitimate threat -- his girlfriend can convince him into practically anything, he finds, and he’s grateful that most people don’t know that. or at least, that they’re not close enough to bomi to get anything out of either of them.

“alright, alright,” he succumbs with a faint smile and he throws his hands up playfully, smiling at her in amusement and his lips curve up slightly at the corners. “sheesh, eunha. demanding, much?” he teases as he puts his wallet back in his pocket. “thank you.”

#th:starving #jy:eunha

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Insecurities *( ljm + chy )

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He jumped as he felt something came in contact with his wrist, wounding around it. Quickly his gaze went down to it, and realized that it was actually a hand. His eyes snapped up to the owner of the hand, and saw a man with a familiar face that had been marred to what could only be a horrid accident. He felt that he saw him before, but in a moment where panic overruled his thoughts, he could not pinpoint who exactly the man was.

He’s quite scared that a stranger just grabbed his hand out of the blue, but then again, if he found him familiar he shouldn’t be so bad right? He gulped a bit as he saw that the other looked as if he was waiting for an answer, which made him realize that he had just missed a question asked by the man. Flustered and frantic, his question was quick and a barely restrained shout “I’m sorry could you repeat that?”

Asking such a question within such a crowd really made him feel smaller and more useless. It was like he was a kid again and had to get used to over the disability once more. His hands were clammy and he was glad that the other at least grabbed the wrist instead because he didn’t want to show off just how darn panicky he was.

his expression is apologetic when he sees the terror that flashes over the other male’s face, and his grip loosens slightly, but he doesn’t let go, sensing that perhaps it wasn’t the touch itself that had scared the male, but just the shock. he remains still, waiting for the male to respond to his question, and when the stranger asks him to repeat the question in a shout, he’s surprised, but more so by the volume of the voice that the request itself.

this time, he repeats himself more slowly, a little more clearly, his visible eye focused calmly on the other male’s face. “are you okay? do you need any help?” his voice is raised this time, clear enough to be heard quietly over the din of the crowd.

he doesn’t seem to realize what might be going on with the other, simply seeing fear and trying to fix it, however he can. his expression is compassionate, and he tugs gently on the other’s wrist. “let’s get away from the crowd, okay?” he urges quietly, trying to guide the panicking male out of the crowd. it’s too loud here, anyone might feel claustrophobic.

#th:insecurities #jy:jaemin

& some best friend ;

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his gaze is cast fondly onto the fire horse as minkyung starts to lick at the little cup of ice cream he had provided for her, taking the money from his friend’s hand and sticking it into the cash register. he quietly rings in another cup of ice cream before he settles quietly, sitting himself down on a stool behind the counter and he glances up at his best friend.

despite his own prickly exterior, there was never a doubt in his mind about whether he actually loved hakyeon or not. from their younger years even, they had always been close. considering hakyeon’s personality, it was almost impossible for them not to become friends through all of the consistent pushing and prodding the older male did. and somewhere along the way, he had found himself rather fond of the elite four member, despite rarely stating so. he wasn’t a very vocal man in the first place, always preferring to show his fondness through other ways. like, for example, extra condensed milk.

“nothing with you,” he says automatically, despite having been trying to convince himself to just allow himself to say nothing, knowing that those words from hakyeon meant that he was probably inviting him out for dinner or to do something interesting – more interesting, at least, than anything he would plan to do by himself.

hikari gives a soft grumble from where she had been taking a nap before wandering past minkyung and over to the other male in the shop, nudging his arm gently before laying her head against the older’s forearm, practically begging for attention and he can’t help the soft chuckle he gives.

he tugs a stool over to the counter so he can sit there and keep his attention fully focused on his best friend. truth be told, he comes to bother the other male near constantly simply because his best friend is a comfort to him when his girlfriend is inaccessible. there’s something inherently soothing about taekwoon, he finds, and it honestly makes him relaxed just to be around the slightly younger male.

“that’s rude,” he complains as his best friend shoots down his question with barely even a pause. “i found this nice new coffee shop that opened up, and i thought you’d like to try it... or, you can accompany me to suwon, and we’ll go to pikaboo. bomi said she would be there today after she finished at the gym...”

he leaves the metaphorical carrot dangling in front of his best friend, knowing that the words will click. suwon and pikaboo -- the two words mea that his best friend will undoubtedly have a chance to see a certain former gym leader. both he and his girlfriend have subtly been trying to prod the two together for the longest time, but it seems like both of them are shy to act, for some reason, and hakyeon is starting to get exasperated.

when hikari comes over to him, he laughs a little bit, the amaura having approached on his bad side, not noticing how close she’d gotten until her head is against his arm, and he carefully pets her head, fond. he loves the ice pokemon that had inadvertently saved his best friend’s life while she had still been a fossil, and he chuckles to himself. “hello, hikari. did you miss me? because i certainly missed you.”

#jy:taekwoon #th:sbf

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