heartstrings.

MATSUMOTO RYOSUKE (A.K.A. TAKOYAKI PRINCE) 22. Leader of the Jocks. Junior. Political Science Major. Soccer, Drama Club. Future Prime Minister of Japan. Will probably remember things about you. "I get caught up in your heartstrings; way up where another sky hangs." I'll take all that I can get; just don't make me go."

[waterlxgged]

let down

[ksxryosuke]

ksxyiseo:

[...]

Matsumoto Ryosuke froze.

The jock wasn’t new to hearing stories about them. Even outside of Keisung, he knew that kind of abuse happened. But to hear it happening to who he deemed as one of the sweetest, softest people he’s ever met had the heavy atmosphere in the room feel even heavier. His sweet, sweet roommate was being hit by his own parents simply because he wasn’t meeting their expectations? It was bullshit and he absolutely hated it.

The wince didn’t go unnoticed and Ryosuke tried his best to reassure him that he wasn’t going to hurt him. And when he started talking about his parents hitting him again, he couldn’t help his hold tightening around him again. All Ryosuke wanted to do right now was pull him away from that kind of hellhole and have him live with him.

“No. No, Yiseo, listen to me. You’re not stupid and you’re not a bad son.” Ryosuke didn’t really know the dynamics in Yiseo’s family but he could at least tell Yiseo’s parents were horrible people. “I don’t care if they’re your parents; they’re repulsive and fucking appalling.” The Japanese started crying again, only finding comfort in the inferior in his arms.

His attention is pulled again, his eyes looking at the bandaged arm of the younger male. It scared him that Yiseo always did that to himself. And it made him feel bad that he didn’t notice it sooner because holy fuck, this was a serious issue and he couldn’t let Yiseo go through this alone. “You’re good at being a sweet child, okay? There’s more to you than just hurting yourself. Please don’t do it anymore, Seo-Seo. Please.”

[ksxryosuke]

ksjaesuk:

jaesuk is delighted when ryosuke agrees to treat him. he hums at the sound of free food. “yay~ free food.” getting time with the jock is quite rare these days since ryosuke spends most of his time with joon. crossing his arms, the artist replies, “pft. what about it? you didn’t have a problem before?” he adds, “joon doesn’t have a problem with it either.” what’s wrong with walking around shirtless in a dorm full of guys? it’s not like he’s walking around shirtless in the neutral dorms.  

a thoughtful expression appears on jaesuk’s face. “by the way, i saw someone talking to joon around the dorms the other day. he looks new. i’ve never seen him before.” if the artist remembers correctly, it was a tall, handsome male with black hair. his jawline also looked like it had been carved by jesus himself. “do you know him?” jaesuk assumed ryosuke is somehow connected to almost everyone joon interacts with. at the time, the rebel seemed irritated and a little worried. jaesuk just felt strange watching the whole ordeal, even though he had no idea what they were talking about. 

“Rude. I don’t have a problem with it, but I’m also looking out for Seo-Seo.” Technically, he shouldn’t even be looking out for his inferior roommate considering he was old enough to take care of himself, but Ryosuke liked him and he wanted to protect the kid for as long as he can. Yiseo going red every time they hang out and Jaesuk coincidentally just walking out of his own room had him going crazy with worry. “As much as I can admit that I like seeing you shirtless all the time, I’m worried the kid’s going to faint when you walk out like that next time.”

But the next words out of his mouth had him stopping. His eyes had narrowed and a click of his tongue was heard; he knew who Jaesuk was talking about and he was outright annoyed. “His name’s Scott Kim and he’s Joonie’s best friend. He’s an asshole.” The jock had crossed his arms to his chest and groaned when he remembered the last time he talked to the inferior. “Fuck, he’s the most condescending piece of expensive garbage I have ever met. Well joke’s on him because I don’t like him either.” Ryosuke made sure to tell Joon as well that even if he wasn’t seeing eye-to-eye with Scott, he wasn’t the kind of asshole who would forbid his own boyfriend from hanging out with his best friend. But wait why...And then it hit him. “Are you interested in him?”

[ksxryosuke]

i'm gonna scream lmao highkey my internet fucked up and i'm only using my data right now but i'll get to replies tomorrow ;~; slahskshs also they're holding the GDAs in my country on january BITCH I CAN'T SKSKSHAJAH

[waterlxgged]

let down

[ksxryosuke]

ksxyiseo:

he wonders if if his parents would think it’s pathetic, crying out to others like this. more importantly he was worried about burdening others. no one would ever comfort him like this in his family, they would just laugh and mock until it was deemed less fun and boring. where yiseo would scurry away, to harm himself and muffle his cries wht the shower in his bathroom. but now he has ryosuke giving him all this love and affection and it makes his head spin.

how did ryosuke hear about his piano playing? it was only recently that he joined orchestra- maybe someone saw him? either way, the mention of his favourite instrument makes him want to cry. he sniffles, trying to will the tears away from his eyes again. but it’s really hard to control his emotions right now.  and ryosuke isn’t help right now.

he nods, attempting to roll back the sleeves he has draped over his hands to wipe at his eyes. he even grabs a tissue from a tissue box and tries to dab at his eyes and nose. he is partly tempted to try and explain why he is stupid. why his parents are always right and he’ll always be wrong. how his older brother ran away to stay away from him. how he’s the worst second son to grace his family.

“thank you hyung,” he murmurs softly as he puts the tissue onto his bedside table, the sleeves falling down past his hands as he hugs at himself, even though ryosuke still has his arms around him. he just feels so scared about actually admitting to ryosuke why he was such a stupid, stupid person.

“m… my hyung is really smart, he’s studying in america… at the famous school for law, but i’m stupid and he doesn’t want to be associated with a stupid brother. it’s my fault for not being smarter. if i was smarter, my hyung wouldn’t have left. that’s what my parents tell me.”

Ryosuke thinks about his issues with his dad. How, even after everything, he was still looking for that approval in a sense. And how his issues with his father don’t compare to what Yiseo was going through. It makes him tear up again when he remembers how bad the inferior’s situation was and all he really wanted to do right now was keep him and shield him from the ugly side of the world.

But reality wasn’t like that and he knew he could only do so much to protect the younger male. He wasn’t all-powerful and this certainly wasn’t some drama where the character could do everything and protect whoever it was that was important to them. And it makes his heart heavier that he can’t even do that—that he can’t even protect Yiseo from his own family.

“Shhh. I want to do this for you, okay? You’re special to me.” He wiped his own tears with his sweater, uncaring if he made a mess or not. The tears would not stop falling because try as he might, he can’t stop his heart from feeling heavier by the second. The jock cleared his throat before getting comfortable on his bed, pulling down the Korean softly and had him lie on him. At this point, the hug was for them both.

“You’re not stupid, Seo-Seo,” he whispered to the other’s hair, carding his fingers through it. He hoped the Yiseo wasn’t uncomfortable with it considering he knew they both needed the cuddles. To hear him put himself down was taking a toll on him, but he wanted to be there for the inferior still. “Don’t listen to your parents, okay? It’s not your fault. None of this is your fault. You’re not stupid, hell you’re actually pretty smart. And you’re so strong too. You’re so strong because you’re still fighting your way through.” Ryosuke kisses his hair and hugs him tighter, letting him know that he wasn’t alone. “And you have me, right? You have me as your hyung here. You have me and you’re never going to lose me, Seo-Seo. Always remember that.”

[ksxryosuke]

ksxhoetaek:

hoetaek can’t help chuckling when ryosuke flops onto their bed. it’s not that they aren’t concerned about whatever it is that’s vexing their friend, it’s just frustrated ryosuke is kind of adorable, and they reach over to pat the back of his head while he groans into the mattress. they finish rolling the second joint as ryosuke complains about his boyfriend, frowning as best they can while they’re licking the edge of the paper and sealing the joint closed. “what did mr youngjoon do?” they ask, wondering what could be so bad that it has ryosuke coming to hoetaek. “or did he not do something? don’t tell me he hasn’t asked you to the masquerade yet or something ridiculous like that.”

they’re chuckling again though, when ryosuke’s asking for a joint, retrieving the one they’d stashed behind their ear and holding both the freshly rolled joints up for ryosuke to see. “one step ahead of you my friend.” they hold one of the joints out for ryosuke, popping the other to rest between their lips as they reach over to pick their jacket up off the floor, retrieving a lighter out of one of the pockets. they’ve gotten high with ryosuke enough times now to know they’re in for a fun night. although they know what to look out for when ryosuke gets to a certain level of… touchy-feely-ness. they wouldn’t worry so much if the jock was single, but considering the circumstances, they don’t really want to get on the wrong side of no youngjoon.

He wasn’t even going to deny the fact that he sounded petulant. He was a grown twenty-two year old male, but he was still a kid who liked romance and he wasn’t going to deny that. But Yongjoon, my god, he had to fall in love with the most unromantic man in Keisung. Not that he was complaining but sometimes, he would’ve wanted something romantic from the rebel. Well you can’t have everything, Matsumoto Ryosuke, he thought instead. Still, it didn’t mean he wasn’t frustrated about it to no ends. And then he huffed, going red when he heard what came out of their mouth because now he thinks it really did sound ridiculous. “Don’t say it like that, it sounds even more ridiculous.” He was aware it sounded like a whine at this point.

He didn’t hesitate taking one of the joints from their hands, lighting up his own joint when Hoetaek was done with his. He takes a drag from his joint and he can feel himself relaxing immediately. If he was being particularly honest about it, it wasn’t just Yongjoon not asking him out for the masquerade that was giving him hell. He was stressed out from the campus itself and as much as he wanted to leave for a bit, going back to Seoul meant meeting up with his family. He blows out smoke and he was definitely feeling the effects on him right about now. “How have you been, Hoetaekkie?”, he asked as he became a bit more glassy-eyed and light, already wanting to cuddle. “What’s up with that roommate of yours? The dude who’s always shirtless.” And then a giggle comes out of his mouth.

[ksxryosuke]

ksjaesuk:

“for someone who hates gossip, you sure love keeping up with it.” jaesuk smirks. “i can assure you there’s nothing serious going on between ara and me. we’re just friends.” it sounds weird to be calling a staff member a friend, but that’s the only way he could describe their relationship. they are not lovers, and they are way too casual to be just staff member and student.    

“what? chill. i just asked a question.” he brightly remarks, “just kidding, let’s get hot pot. it’s hot pot season.” there’s a huge grin on his face as he talks about hot pot. he’s excited just thinking about it. the artist jokes, “if you really treasure me, you would be the one treating me.”   

It weirded him out—well not really but found it unusual nonetheless—that there were students who could consider Ara as a friend. The woman scared him but considering his boyfriend and his best bro were both close to her...well she still scared him. “I hate gossip, I just hear it all the time,” he said instead. “Kind of hard to avoid it when people talk about stuff around me 24/7.” People really needed to get their shit together.

Another dramatic sigh and he pulled the pout on the artist. “Can’t you just charm the old ladies into giving us free food?” And then he laughed again. “Alright come on, I’m buying.” He’d been wanting hot pot for a while now and he was planning on taking Joon or Yiseo with him, but Jaesuk was there and he wasn’t going to give up on the opportunity. Plus he hadn’t been hanging out with the artist as of late. “Also, we need to talk about you walking around shirtless in the dorm.” Ryosuke suspected Yiseo had a crush on Jaesuk and it wouldn’t do the inferior any good if his friend walked around shirtless.

[ksxryosuke]

ksxyongjoon:

“god, never call me that again, that was cheesy.“ he laughed softly, shaking his head at the nickname then though before he leaned down to kiss the elder and then turned so he could go and find them one of the booths in the back. it was at least more secluded anyway, and joon did like privacy at least. but he was just glad that at least today he could have a nice time with his boyfriend. honestly just a time to relax and not think about all the shitty goings on in his life right now. it was a nice break. when ryosuke appeared again, he smiled a little and shook his head. “why would i mind? i’m buying next time though, or cooking. whenever we decide to go to mine next, i’ll cook for us.“ he hummed, because he’d started cooking a lot more now that he had ryosuke, just like joon had started going back to his apartment more often too. “did you just use my full name, matsumoto ryosuke? because i think that makes you very easy to be a brat to.“ he stuck his tongue out almost childishly then, before reaching out to take his food instead. “i’ll talk to him soon then, and well i get that. if i find out who it is i’ll sort it though, because he shouldn’t be getting into that kind of trouble, and you as well.“ but he didn’t blame ryosuke, because they both know that either of them would’ve stepped in were they to see that.

Ryosuke still wonders what kind of good deed he did in his past life to have Yongjoon by his side. The rebel leader was, arguably, one of the brightest and happiest things to ever happen to his life and Ryosuke was eternally grateful for that. And the prospect of Joon cooking for him again had him lighting up—which probably showed in his eyes but whatever. They’ve reached a point where Joon cooking for him would have his boyfriend eating at the palm of his hand. “My mom’s been asking when you were cooking for her again,” he said as he took a bite of his burger. Ever since his whole family moved to Korea, Ryosuke had managed to visit his family more regularly and had visited them with his boyfriend once or twice—with his father never being there, of course. “She keeps saying I don’t have to starve to death anymore or whatever fuck.” And the jock might have been a little offended if it weren’t for the fact that his mother spoke the truth. But the sight of Joon’s tongue piercing had him freezing and letting out what most definitely sounded like a whine. “Joonie,” he whined softly, “are you doing that on purpose?” Because it wouldn’t be surprising if he did, considering the rebel leader can be a little shit at times. “Just...tell them to leave that brat alone. I know Taejoon can be little shit but he’s a kid.” Ryosuke took a sip from his drink, brows furrowed as he thought about what had happened and all the other times Taejoon had gotten into trouble for dressing the way he did.

[ksxryosuke]

ksxhoetaek:

if you’d told hoetaek when they’d first started at keisung that they’d end up close friends with the leader of the jocks they’d probably laugh in your face. of course at that point, they hadn’t counted on matsumoto ryosuke. it’s not just that the closeness of their cliques’ territories means the two of them pass each other all the time, but the fact that ryosuke doesn’t just pass by. ryosuke has stepped in when homophobic, transphobic dickfaces had decided that assaulting hoetaek was a fun past time on a number of occasions, and hoetaek is eternally grateful. not a lot of people would do that, but ryosuke never shies away from expressing their anger in the face of bigotry, and it’s ended up with two of them becoming good friends.

so, when there’s a familiar voice accompanied by a knock at hoetaek’s door, they don’t hesitate to reply. “hey ryo! come in, door should be open.” minjoon’s out for the night—with minho, hoetaek assumes—so they’re alone, and they’d just finished rolling a joint when ryosuke had knocked. they tuck that one behind their ear and, as they wait for ryosuke to walk in, pull out their stash to roll a second one, guessing at least part of the reason why he’s here.

Hoetaek was a good friend. They were a great friend, and he’s heard about how Hoetaek, Somin, and that one stoner kid who seems so shy are ride-or-die and Ryosuke found it endearing—which, technically, shouldn’t be used on someone like Han Somin but he defends his point. Besides, the jock leader actually likes the fact that the stoner leader was so intimidating because Keisung had more than their fair share of bigoted assholes. But now he had a more personal problem at hand and it was frustrating him to no ends.

Once he got the OK, Ryosuke had immediately gone inside, shut the door and plopped down face first beside Hoetaek. A groan comes out of his mouth, muffled by the mattress, testament of how extremely annoyed he was. The jock finally sat up with a pout on his face, before turning and facing them. “I have the most unromantic boyfriend ever.” And then a red tinge is on his cheeks because holy shit, he sounded so petulant. “Can I have a joint, Taekkie?”, he asked softly. He knew how he got when he was high—giggly, incredibly touchy, glassy-eyed—but he’d done it enough with Hoetaek to trust them to do something when he got to that point.

[nakamotens]

yuta - limitless mv (jpn ver)

[ksxryosuke]

ooc stuff in the tags because I really love Nakamoto Yuta ;-;

[waterlxgged]

let down

[ksxryosuke]

ksxyiseo:

yiseo sniffles, following the other as he’s praised again and again. he’s still cold and he feels weird with the blood on his chest, tears still on his face and now an arm that was bandaged up. part of him feels the itch, the urge to scratch at the scabs and scars, to open them once more to let the stress flow from him. 

but he lets ryosuke dress him, lets soft fabric envelop him and hide the blood on his chest and the bandaged scars on his arm. while wearing this sweater, it covers his hands, giving him sweater paws. he sniffs, holding onto the navy fabric as he looks away from the other, twisting the fabric in his small fingers. he’s warm. it’s nothing like the few clothes he does have, ones that are starting to fall apart but even if he asks, his parents won’t buy him new ones. he’s not smart enough to earn those.

“m… today is a bad day,” he starts, voice wavering before he sniffs again, looking away from the other. ryosuke is a god- he’s the leader of an amazing clique and he’s strong and handsome and smart and he even has a boyfriend who loves him. yiseo has nothing like that. he’s not strong, he’s ugly, he’s the stupidest person in the school. people are nice to him but he doesn’t really know why. he has no good traits. it doesn’t make any sense.

“i can’t do anything but i’m really good at hurting myself. it’s the only thing i’m good at,” he murmurs again. it sounds awful but it’s true in yiseo’s mind.

“i-i can’t study and my parents are angry at me… they told me if i c-come home for the break that i’m going to be in trouble. my mi-midterms are n-next week and i-i… i-i’m going to f-fail them all because i’m so stupid th-that i can’t even study at the w-worst sc-school in korea…!” immediately he’s sobbing again, one sweater paw curl around his mouth with the other holds onto his own waist for support. he can’t help letting out his stresses in front of ryosuke, he’s had this feeling about himself since he first came here anyway. the fact that he can’t even pass an introduction class should be enough proof to how stupid he really is.

His heart hurt when the inferior had started crying and admitting that he wasn’t anything good. Ryosuke knew bad days in Keisung meant bad days in Keisung, and Yiseo crying had him crying. He continues holding on to the young inferior, finding comfort himself that he was holding his younger friend in his arms. He shook his head vigorously at Yiseo talking down on himself, unwilling to let the younger Korean see himself that way.

“Seo-Seo, no. You’re more than that, okay? You’re not stupid,” Ryosuke sobbed, rubbing Yiseo’s back for comfort. Whoever it was that made him this way was in Ryosuke’s shit list because there was no way in hell was this even possible without a person or two making someone feel this shitty. He holds Yiseo closer, his tears having been subsided as resolve took over instead.

The jock leader took a deep breath, reeling himself and getting himself together. Yiseo didn’t need his roommate breaking down on him as well. “Yiseo, listen to me: you are not stupid. Got that? Whatever it is you’re taking, it might not be the one for you. But you have your passions, right? You’re pretty good at other things. Don’t you play the piano? I haven’t heard you play yet but I bet it’s the greatest thing I’ll ever hear. I bet you’re one of the greatest pianists and whoever fucked you over don’t know that.”

If it were any other day, Ryosuke would’ve cooed at how adorable Yiseo was being. The inferior wearing his sweater—having sweater paws—had him going softer than he already was. “You’re special to me, okay?”

[ksxryosuke]

ksminghao:

minghao knew going to the masquerade had been a mistake. he hadn’t even been planning on going, but somehow, jungeun had managed to convince him otherwise. and now here he was, on the verge of crying as he was making his way through the crowd towards the bathroom. he desperately needed to get away, be by himself for a moment. relief flooded through him when he finally saw the door to the bathroom. he quickly made his way inside, forgetting to check if there was anyone else there before he sank down to the floor, letting the tears flow freely. a moment later, he heard someone clear their throat, his head instantly shooting up to see who was in there with him. “oh, i’m… i’m sorry,” he mumbled, wiping the tears from his face.

He’d been in the bathroom for a full minute now, trying to fix his hair after he almost got in a scuffle with his boyfriend’s bestfriend, and if it weren’t for the fact that Joon was there to stop them both, Ryosuke knew he’d fight. Scott Kim was a condescending asshole and Jesus Christ, he didn’t like the guy at all. It didn’t matter if he was Joon’s bestfriend; he was a bloody ass who thought too highly of himself. Of course another reason why he wasn’t too fond of Scott was because his surrogate child Yiseo liked him and it irked him that someone so sweet liked someone he wanted to strangle. They could say the same about you and Joonie, Ryo-chan, he thought then and he felt a little guilty. And then he remembers Scott and another grimace is on his face. Just as he deemed himself presentable, someone came barrelling in and sank on the floor. The kid didn’t seem to notice he was there and he cleared his throat, before a worried frown was on his face. “Are you alright, kid?”, he asked, kneeling down in front of him.

[ksxryosuke]

The connection at the place I'm in right now isn't the best amshskdhs but I'll try to get some replies up when I do. For now though, I can get to IMs and stuff because mobile's faster atm. Thanks for bearing with me guys. ;-;

[ksxryosuke]

ksxyiseo:

he feels bad that he caused ryosuke to stop walking, smiling fading. he thought he was going to be yelled at or shamed. but instead ryosuke just speaks and explains what each of the dishes are. he’s intrigued of course, curious to know what each of these things taste like. shabu-shabu sounds good and he does like fish, the cooked parts at least. he isn’t too picky as he thinks about what he wants to eat.

and then he’s suffocated into a hug. his face burns red, all the way to the tips of his ears as ryosuke praises him over and over again about seeing his smile. he doesn’t understand why he feels so blessed, it’s not like yiseo is a fairly important person but if that’s how ryosuke feels, that’s how it is. when he’s let go he tries to hide his red ears that peek from his hair. he’s embarrassed for not good reason because of this.

“b-both sounds good. i’ll eat whatever you want,” he murmurs as they separate from the hug and yiseo happily holds onto ryosuke’s sleeve. eventually they find where they’re going and yiseo dutifully tries on anything ryosuke gives him, but he can’t help but to feel awkward. as he tries on the second suit, he glances at ryosuke before stepping through the curtain, showing off the leopard jacket with obvious nervousness.

it was a good thing that the lady at the store was nice enough to them, calling herself lucky to be blessed with two good-looking young men. in any case, he had been chatting her up and telling her there was an event on campus and he was here to help out yiseo while the inferior was busy trying on the suits he gave him. ryosuke had even managed to snag a discount on the suits because he came back again.

and when yiseo came out wearing the leopard print jacket, ryosuke knew it was the suit that he was buying for him. “seo-seo, you look good!”, he exclaimed then. his eyes scan the shop for a nice shirt to go with the suit jacket and his eyes fall on the black satin top with the long bow. he stood up and took the shirt, holding it up to the younger’s skin and gave an approving nod. “change back into your sweater, seo-seo, and pass me the jacket. we’re getting this for you.” there in his arms were two more bags with two more sets—something he already bought for the inferior.

and as he paid for the leopard print, there was a smile on his face, content that he was able to help out the inferior. the old lady smiled at them as well and he shot another smile at her, thankful still for the discount she gave them. “okay so we have more than enough for your jeans and shoes. but let’s go get lunch first. i’m going to feed you a feast.” and not only was he going to give yiseo a feast, he was going to have a feast of japanese food as well. taking his card and passing the bag to yiseo, he thanks the old lady again and they step out of her shop. “i got you a few suits too okay? just because. now come on, i’ll take you for some shabu-shabu and sashimi.” and just like before, he’d held on to yiseo’s hand again as they walked through the busy streets of bupyeong.

[ksxryosuke]

ksxyiseo:

yiseo is beginning to really understand why he feels this air of comfortable love radiating from ryosuke. ryosuke reminds him of his older brother, yisung, who is off and away from him. yisung is clearly happy away from yiseo and that makes yiseo sad but he tries to not let it taint the memories he has with his older brother. he loves yisung with all his heart and he feels similarly with ryosuke. he practically falls asleep in the car ride with ryosuke’s hand in his hair, talking to him and telling him about the food they will eat later on.

when the ride is over, the two hold hands as ryosuke tells him about what he’s seen. each suit sounds so different to him but he has a hard time registering it. why are they so different- does ryosuke think he’s a model who can pull off all these different looks? regardless, he’ll still try them on for ryosuke.

“i’ll try them on for you, hyung,” he murmurs, and then he hears something about more japanese food. shabu-shabu and sashimi? he ponders for a second- what could those be? “i’ve… never had japanese food- what are those? are they delicious?” he asks curiously, blinking up at ryosuke from behind his bangs. he’s so dang curious about what that could be. he hopes they’re delicious.

everyone sounds good and yiseo is really beginning to let ryosuke take lead in things he wants to do. it’s hard for him to accept these things but if it makes him happy, yiseo should endure. after all, if ryosuke is being so kind to him, he should be kind too. with all these talk of cosmetics and materials, it sounds like there will be a lot of things to do. but he supposes things can be all right if ryosuke is planning everything. he lets his hair be ruffled as he keeps his hand in ryosukes, showing off a rare large, toothy smile.

so maybe he was going overboard with the three suits. yiseo only needed one suit but he was still going to get him three just because. he was the sweetest boy he met and he was going to give him the world. ryosuke didn’t want the inferior to think he didn’t have anyone he could lean to because he knew that that kind of loneliness lead to what he saw the other day.

he stopped walking, momentarily stunned that someone actually hasn’t had japanese food before. not that he believed everyone did, but hearing yiseo not having them yet was surprising to him. “you haven’t had it before? any kind of japanese food?”, he asked again, making sure he heard right. well he was going to make it right and ryosuke made it his personal mission that he was going to get some of the finest japanese food that his budget and that korea could offer. none beat the original after all, but he was going to make do with what they have. “shabu-shabu is this nice hot pot with thinly-sliced meat and vegetables, and sashimi is raw fish and i know it sounds scary but it’s really good, i promise.”

and then he smiled. oh god, the smile had ryosuke weak and he couldn’t help but hug him tight. “you have a nice smile, oh my god, seo-seo i feel so blessed,” he said, well aware that his reaction may be a little exaggerated. “i want to see that smile again and i will do everything to have you smiling like that once more. now come on. let’s get the shopping done so i can feed you with great food.” 

[yutanananakamoto]

[ksxryosuke]

ksxyiseo:

it’s one of the first times that yiseo has ever been inside of an uber. his parents wouldn’t ever take a taxi home and he was always sent home on the bus. and it’s not like he has a social life full of party-goers who can afford to take taxis to and from the latest of parties. so he’s super excited to sit a car like this with ryosuke.

on their journey he cuddles close to the other, humming along at the radio that plays. “sounds good,” he replies and he temporarily forgets the mask as he closes his eyes. he’s listening to ryosuke but he opens his eyes and looks at the other, concern etched on his face.

“three? that’s a lot.” and it’s way too much. he’ll only ever need one suit, like ever. but if he has to try them on, he will. ryosuke is being so kind and thoughtful towards him, it’s the least he can do right now. he sighs, a small smile gracing his lips before he glances at ryosuke. come to think of it, he is hungry but he didn’t have any ideas until he glanced at the elder japanese man. 

“japanese food,” he suddenly admits, thought he’s surprised at his own idea. but it makes sense. ryosuke might not like korean food and he’s never, ever had japanese food before. so it was a good idea, in his mind at least.

“it’s nothing, seo-seo. they have deals all the time,” he said instead, knowing that three suits were a bit of an overkill. but he was going to buy them for him so he wouldn’t have a problem next time. not that he wasn’t going to be buying him stuff but he wanted to be safe either way. he holds on to yiseo, leaning on his head as well, running his fingers through his hair.

he stopped fiddling with his phone when yiseo had said he wanted something japanese. ryosuke was expecting something along the lines of samgyupsal or makchanggui but he’s definitely surprised at the suggestion. “are you sure?”, he asked and maybe a little hopeful as well. he hasn’t had japanese food in a while and getting them with yiseo was all sorts of special. “alright then. i’ll give you the best japanese food in incheon. and maybe next time, i’ll take you to my favourite spots in osaka too!”

the car ride was far too short in his opinion, considering he was comfortable with having yiseo in his arms. but they were there and with a thank you to the uber driver, he had taken the inferior’s hand and led him to the shop where he saw the suits. “so i saw this nice suit that would fit you nicely. it has a nice black bow tie to it. there’s also a navy blue suit with a white undershirt and a black tie. and a leopad print one,” he rambled as they walked around the busy place. “and after we buy your suit, we’re going to have lunch. shabu-shabu and sashimi sound good to you?” if they were going japanese, then he was taking him out for hot pot. “then we’ll go buy your shoes, some materials for your mask, and cosmetics. i’ll go buy joonie and jae-chan some food too. sounds good?”

he looked at yiseo again and with a reassuring smile, he ruffled his hair again. “don’t worry about anything, seo-seo. hyung has it all covered.”