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tristan choi. twenty3 year old model and aspiring designer. hipster price. junior. #mummysboy "how do we forgive ourselves, for the things we did not become?"

[ksxtristan]

ksdaewon:

@ksxtristan

When it came to roommates, Daewon had not been the luckiest because all of them seemed to either be there in the room or not at all and while he enjoyed having the room to himself, he wished he could have a roommate that would be there at least some of the time.  He also hoped as he moved his things to his new dorm that his new roommate would not spend all his time in the room and once again make him feel like an annoying guest.  More than anything, he wanted to befriend his new roommate and he had not been able to do that with any of his past roommates.  Was it too much to ask for someone that could at least talk to him or get along with? Maybe it was.

Besides, the last thing he wanted was to get his hopes up for them to fall to the ground so he tried not to hope for too much as he opened the door but once he did, he immediately stopped where he was.  Even though he could only see his back, Daewon knew it was Tristan and the misfit could only furrow his eyebrows as he tried to figure out what his friend was doing in his room.  It wasn’t like it was hard to understand but the possibility of sharing a room with Tristan or Hyuksoo never passed through his mind.  “Tell me you are not here to bring someone’s stuff or got lost or do tell me that before I get my hopes up.” The misfit said as he placed his things on the side of the door and then proceeded to close the door behind him.

tristan had a fifty-fifty relationship with roommates he supposed, mostly in the fact he’d never been placed with someone in his year, and for the past two years he’d only had freshman so a lot of his time had ended up being a helping hand and showing new kids around the campus to help them settle in. no one had been overly bad he supposed, but he did have a stoner in his first year, and that wasn’t exactly a great experience to the point he ended up sleeping in an empty bed in one of the other hipster’s rooms instead. but hell, his first year hadn’t been that great for tristan, mostly on the fact that he’d not been in the best state then-- but either way, the hipster was curious to who his new roommate would be now.

he’d gotten their first apparently. beds all made up and room completely bare, it always amused him really how rooms went from being so lively and full of belongings, to completely stripped when it came to changing rooms each year. for now, tristan was just focused on trying to get all of his stuff settled with only the usage of one arm still, but the door opening didn’t go unheard by tristan, and neither did the far too familiar voice that came after it too. it made a smile appear on his face as he looked up at his youngest best friend. “daewonnie,” he laughed a little-- well, he could tell this year should be good. “i can tell you right now that i am none of those things. and you better not either, because if you’re not then i guess i’m saying hello to my new roommate.”

[ksxtristan]

vulnerable;;

[ksxtristan]

ksxhyuksoo:

in all honesty, hyuksoo didn’t actually know what to do when he was faced with the situation that they were in at the very moment. but apparently, tristan still had enough strength to answer him in just as much sass as he did. so he took a different approach instead, because even he was tired from worrying. the adrenaline from before had staved off and now he was feeling a little lethargic. he shook his head instead, breathing in deeply to calm himself down. “god, i never thought i’d despise someone as much.”

“okay. okay, i believe you,” he said softly, knowing that it wouldn’t do them any good if they started arguing. hyuksoo leaned back on the chair, trying to get himself as comfortable as he can. he knew minho should be with his husband right now, but the other hipster was still on the way. if anything, the brainiac wanted to make sure that tristan wasn’t alone until minho arrived. “daewonnie’s here too. he just went and got coffee and some food. did you want anything? i could ask him to get you something too.” it was bad that the time their little trio were all together again, it had to be at a hospital where one of them was hurt—and gravely at that. “when you get out, let’s celebrate. just the three of us.”

honestly, tristan would put it down to the drugs that were making his head drowsy as the reason for him still being able to reply with little sass, mostly because with those in him, they made his thought go out the window before speaking. but still, tristan was sure his words were valid, especially with just the fact that hyuksoo never called him like that. but he could understand the last words. but he didn’t have the thought to say anything back to them, because the elder knew far too well the feeling of despising someone like that. and a lot more than hyuksoo.

“you better.“ he sighed back, still trying to find some kind of way in which he could calm down the brainiac, because he shouldn’t be panicking right now. tristan knew that what they’d just gone through was hell and far too much for anyone to even have to think about dealing with, but he just wanted to find a way to make hyuksoo calm down for now. “how’s he doing?“ his voice was soft again, knowing that he’d only just told the youngest in their trio about how his mother was with him, so now for this to happen? he didn’t want to end up worrying him any more than he already had. “no, i’m fine. i don’t think i can stomach anything but water for now.“ the celebration idea had his smile soft again. “just the three of us. i’d like that.“

[ksxtristan]

kstaejoon:

even taejoon couldn’t believe what happened until he saw it with his own eyes. as everyone had been saying, the cafe is boarded up and closed for repairs. it looks like a terrible car wreck that one can’t turn away from. students walk by, whispering among one another. tristan has already probably heard about this. an uneasy feeling settles into the brainiac’s stomach. he hopes his roommate is alright. he sighs. this isn’t looking good. however, something was bound to upset the current balance of the school. peace doesn’t last very long in a place like this. as he’s about to walk away, taejoon collides with someone. he backs off, trying to see who he bumped into. “h-hyung!?” tristan is wincing in pain. the brainiac comes to the realization that he harshly bumped into the hipster’s injured arm. “oh my god, i’m so sorry.” taejoon feels very guilty. he should have been paying attention to the path in front of him, but his curiosity continued to direct his vision to the cafe. what is tristan doing outside when he should be getting some rest?  

tristan just can’t wrap his head around why this had happened-- why anyone would do this because last he’d heard, the hipsters hadn’t even done anything to provoke this. as far as he was aware anyway, but he’d been gone, so who knew what had gone down in his time away that had made them a target. what he did believe though, was that there was the potential of it being another clique, and he didn’t want to think about how bad that could’ve been were that to be the truth. either way, he didn’t expect to literally run into his roommate on his first proper day back at the academy, so seeing the younger there as he winced at the pain that shot up his arm, it was both a nice thing, but also unfortunate how they’d meet again like this. but taejoon was one of his favourite kids in the school really, so he was glad to see him again despite this situation-- “hey, kid-- don’t worry, it’s fine.” he brushed off is apology, shaking his head softly. “i was just shocked, i didn’t expect to collide with anyone.” 

[prettieskrp]

001; the clock is ticking

[ksxtristan]

ksminho:

all his life, minho had been determined to see the best in things and determined to do everything that he could to keep the people in his life afloat and as happy as he could. being at tristan’s side for as long as he had, he’d watched the elder go through more than any one person should ever have to and there was nothing he wanted more than for him to not have to deal with it anymore.

“nap, then, i can wake you up when we get back,” he said, half teasing, half not. it wasn’t that long of a drive, but hey, he never knew for sure. “don’t feel bad,” he said softly, glancing over, his expression soft, “i don’t have to wait, i could go do things and come back, i just choose to.” he stayed and waited for a lot of reasons, not many of which made much sense, so he chose to keep those to himself.

he weaved through traffic cautiously and reached out to turn the radio on quietly. he’d never liked being in the car without it, felt like it was too quiet, even if someone was talking. “soon,” he replied, not wanting to go into it too deeply. though he couldn’t imagine what tristan was going through, he felt like it was probably best not to get too far into it right then, instead give him a break from thinking about her, from talking about her.

“what movie are you thinking? i’ll watch whatever, but you should know my vote goes to animated disney movies above all else,” he said, his tone light and his voice quiet. a movie sounded perfect, really. a chance to just relax and invade his husband’s personal space, all while being entertained without any effort.

there was a wonder as to if tristan would’ve made it this far were he to have not met minho. to have not fallen in love with him and had him by his side so long now. he didn’t really think so honestly, just because he hadn’t had anyone that close to him around the time he’d met minho, so he’d become his anchor really-- his rock that kept him grounded when he was a in a hard place, and something that he’d come to realise quickly really, just how much he could rely on his husband. 

tristan laughed softly though at the comment, shaking his head a little because if he slept now, he probably wouldn’t wake up when they got back to their place really. “it’s fine.. i’ll sleep later and that way it won’t be a disappointed ten minute nap.” he hummed out, but he looked over at minho with affection and fondness in his eyes then, smiling gently. “it means a lot to me that you do choose to wait then, knowing there are others thing you could be doing instead.” and he meant that a lot. 

“soon.“ he nodded a little, confirming the words because yes, soon he wouldn’t need to deal with her and the never ending torment. soon he’d be alright again, not having to think too hard on what she was going to say next-- even if her words would never fail to not haunt him even now. 

a movie was the best thing he could think really, because it meant that he could just sit back and let himself forget about everything for a little while and instead get himself lost in the comfort of having his husband so close instead. why was a welcomed thought to tristan. “how about moana then? i haven’t seen it yet. or even tangled. i like the songs in tangled.” he didn’t get the choice to sit and watch movies often honestly, but now that he could, he’d take all the chances he could to make up for lost time.

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ksxsomin:

somin was fuming. she was so sick of this clique war bullshit and the fact that a few naive stoner freshman and soon-to-be sophomores thought it would be fun to add damage to the main scene at the hispters’ cafe. one of her favorite children had confided in her and she went to see the damage before she confronted the other little assholes. being a leader sucked sometimes and the only good thing is that no one wanted to see her angry. one look had the other stoners running for the hills. the newbies hadn’t seen her wrath yet; she was going to have to beat the shit out of at least one of them to teach them a lesson. she might even let them gang up on her at first, it would be more fun that way. she was thinking absentmindedly how to put her kids in line when she walked into what she thought was some type of wall or large pillar, but was actually just a extremely tall man. she looked up just in time to see his face flinch and then notice his injured arm.

“oh my god, are you okay? i’m so sorry, i wasn’t paying attention,” she rushed out, looking over his body to make sure she hadn’t done any additional damage.

tristan didn’t know what he’d do were he to find out who was responsible for this, but what he did know was that someone wasn’t messing around now, because no one tore up and wrecked a cafe like they had to the hipsters one. no one.. did this, to a place, even just to prove a point. this was a worry in itself, and not one he was sure he wanted to deal with right now-- but what tristan had to deal with first.. was the collision with the smaller female that had him rubbing at his arm a little. the pain was minimal, like a spark that only lasted a second but still enough to make itself known, so there was really no harm done, but at least her reaction was that of someone that wasn’t going to play the asshole card anyway-- which was appreciated. “i’m fine-- no, it’s alright. i just got shocked, i didn’t expect anyone to be behind me. sorry. i don’t think either of us were.” he offered a small smile to her then too, shaking his head as if to reaffirm his words.

[ksxtristan]

ksdaewon:

Although Tristan’s words were reassuring, the misfit felt sorry that he cried instead of making sure that Tristan was fine and more importantly, he should have been the one that reassured the other.  He felt like a bad friend then and even though he nodded, he couldn’t stop himself from scolding himself but a smile did appear on his lips when the hipster began rubbing his hand with his thumb.  “When you are back to normal, we should do something to celebrate your recovery.” He nodded as he said this and he was going to make sure it happened because, after something like this, they needed to do something like that.

He felt helpless as the older told him that only being there helped because it would be better if he could do something physically but if being there was all his friend needed, then Daewon was going to do his best to distract and entertain him.  “I know it’s not the way you or anyone wanted you to rest but now you can rest for a bit. They are giving you something for the pain, right? You should be comfortable right now…” Always the one that tried to find the bright side of things, Daewon tried to find it but seeing Tristan in the bed looking the way he did made it hard to do so.

tristan might not have been able to see that well, but he could still catch the smile a little bit even through his blurry vision, and he smiled a little himself at that. he’d rather see his youngest friend smiling that crying because of what had happened, and he didn’t want to make him cry anymore either, so tristan kept up the soothing movements then of his thumb on his hand as if to distract them both a little maybe too. “i’ll let you and soo plan that,” he laughed softly, squeezing daewon’s hand a little. 

if there were something else he could ask for, he would’ve but given that he didn’t really need anything now that he’d settled in, he just wanted to be reassured by the youngers presence with him for now. “that is true, and well, if all of this goes well.. i’ll have more time to rest in general, not just my recover time. and they are, don’t worry. the drugs they’re using make me drowsy anyway, so i can’t feel the pain.” it wasn’t nice to think of himself in a bed, but he supposed a nice point about it was that he didn’t need to get up and do anything, could actually focus on himself for once, even if a lot of things could be difficult about being in the hospital again.

[prettieskrp]

001; the clock is ticking

[ksxtristan]

ksminho:

when he saw tristan coming toward the car, minho felt himself relaxing. even though he knew that nothing was going to happen in a court room, he couldn’t keep himself from worrying regardless. he was glad that he’d straightened himself out before tristan had come out, at least, so this way he didn’t look quite as pathetic. married or not, comfortable or not, he didn’t want to give his husband anything extra to worry about. 

“i took a nap, don’t worry,” he replied, instantly selling himself out. “don’t apologize, none of this is your fault.” minho buckled his own seat belt, reaching out afterwards to lightly squeeze the back of tristan’s neck. he’d gotten better at openly showing affection over the years, but in times like this, when he didn’t have much to say, he still struggled to know what was appropriate. 

not really wanting to spend much time looking at the courthouse, he pulled out of the spot to head back to their place. no matter how much time passed, he still hated city driving. he honestly had no idea how tristan always did it so effortlessly and how he never looked stressed out. glancing over at him quickly, flexing his fingers on the wheel to make them relax, minho couldn’t help but appreciate his husband for how strong he was.

“i’m really proud of you,” he said quietly, not wanting to make too big of a deal of it, but wanting to make sure that the other was aware. just being at his side all this time, he knew that none of this was easy for tristan, but he couldn’t even begin to imagine what it must feel like. in all the time minho had known him, he’d never doubted his strength, especially not after all he’d been through, but every day he was amazed all over again. 

his thoughts were still all over the place by the time he was in te car, sighing and wondering why all of this couldn’t just be over by now because was it not obvious what had happened. or.. tris was just impatient to get all of this done so that he could finally relax, he’d been on edge ever since he’d got out because of all this, probably still would be when it was over--

“i wish i could take a nap,“ he laughed softly, but glad that minho had managed to sleep while he’d been in there anyway, it made him feel a little better about the fact he’d had to wait. “i know.. but i still feel bad you have to wait out here each time.“ but tristan smiled at the contact, leaning into it a little, and he looked at the younger. affection hadn’t really been something tris was used to honestly, not until he’d gotten together with minho. but the contact, even if it was small, never failed to make him feel better.

knowing how much minho didn’t like driving in places like this, he felt bad that he had to make his husband do it all while he couldn’t. but at least when his arm was healed properly, he wouldn’t need to worry about that. driving was just second nature to him now, something that gave him something else to focus on.. and tristan thought he was a pretty good one, if he did say so himself. 

the words made him sigh, leaning back into his seat because he was glad to hear someone say that to him anyway, but the whole situation still stressed him out. “i’ll be proud of myself when i don’t need to deal with her anymore.” his voice was quieter then, but he shook his head a moment later. “can we put a movie on, or something when we get in?” 

[prettieskrp]

001; the clock is ticking

[ksxtristan]

ksminho:

@ksxtristan​

When Tristan had told him what time he’d be done, Minho had thought about what he could do in the time until that point. Logically, it made sense for him to leave and go be a productive member of society, but instead, he’d chosen to sit in the parking lot across the street with his feet on the dashboard and his eyes closed. So much had happened in Tristan’s life lately and consequently his own life and he just felt like there wasn’t much time left for them to just be. 

He was fairly sure he was just overthinking things and when he stepped back, he knew he was more excited than anything else that everything was changing. Once it was all said and done, though he knew things weren’t going to magically change, it was likely going to be easier for Tristan to heal from everything his mother had put him through. 

With his eyes closed and the radio going, he could feel himself letting go of some of the tension he’d been building since Tristan had stepped out of the car. The whole process had made him anxious, even if he’d been pushing it aside, since it was nothing compared to what his other half was going through. 

After a while of sitting and thinking about life and the state of things, the alarm on his phone went off and he sat up in the seat. Time had passed quickly. He pulled the car out of the spot and pulled around the front of the building, yawning into his arm as he looked for his husband. Maybe he’d fallen asleep for a few minutes, but he had no one to call him out on it so he could pretend he hadn’t.

honestly, tristan was pretty sick of back and forth court visits and everything that they were discussing was getting repetitive. but apparently his mother had never banked on getting caught for something like this, or even acknowledged that power her son did hold. tristan after all, might not have had the most money due to dealing with his mother taking near all of it when he couldn’t change accounts, but she’d seemed to forget he had some high up friends, as well as evidence considering his phone was handed off to the police.

there was the question of why he hadn’t given his phone over before, but that was because tristan had forever let himself deal with it after their first case filed against his mother had gone with her winning a custody battle of him instead, and since that encounter.. tristan hadn’t trusted anything to get done.

at least now though, the hearing today was done, and tristan sighed as he made his way out, shooting a text to let minho know that he was free now, and really, he just wanted to get out of here before the headache forming got any worse. but at least it was easy to spot his husband parked out front, and he sighed as he said goodbye to lawyer and headed down to slip into the passenger seat quickly.

“did you do anything while i was in there?“ he hummed out the question after a moment, “i’m sorry you had to sit around, you might be able to sit in on the next one i think. i just want this to be over.“ he sighed again, pulling his seat belt on carefully, given that he still only had one arm free, consider the other was broken.

[ksxtristan]

as much as tristan didn’t want to be back, the recent events that had occurred on campus, specifically with the hipster territory as well as spreading to the fame chasers and artists, it had him coming back a few days ago to help with the meeting between the clique. trying to figure out what had happened wasn’t going well though, and well.. even tristan couldn’t lie that blame did lead back to their cliques known rivalries, and that alone had him sighing. but either way, there wasn’t much he could do as he stood outside the wreck that now was the cafe, a poor way of it being patched up having taken place in forms of windows being boarded up and hiding the interior that was even worse. it.. angered him honestly, because the cafe was something that he’d both helped out in and hung around in since day one there, so seeing it trashed and vandalised? it didn’t sit well with him. either way, he turned away then at the wrong moment, managing to collide with another form, wincing as his broken arm took most of the impact as well as his shoulder. well, that wasn’t what he’d needed--

[ksxtristan]

vulnerable;;

[ksxtristan]

ksxhyuksoo:

Hyuksoo couldn’t help the glare directed at Tristan, his eyes still red from when he had cried a while ago. “Of all the things I said, that’s what you call me out for?” It would’ve been a lot more condescending had his voice not wavered at the last few words. He still considered it a miracle that he was able to help his older friend before the whole thing became a whole lot worse. When the nurses and doctors had finally left, the brainiac was a little antsy from worrying and he wasn’t sure if it was in his place to ask about it at all.

He bowed his head when tears fell from his eyes, nodding when the hipster had reassured him. The thought of losing one of his best friends scared the hell out of him and even with Tristan’s assurances, he was still afraid of it happening again. “Don’t say sorry, damn it. None of this was your fault. Your bitch of a mother should pay for what she’s done.” The way it came out was a little too harsh and definitely not something someone should say to a patient. “As much as I want you to be okay, don’t lie about it, Tris. I saw you. But god, if you really are okay now, I’m so glad that you are.”

“well given the fact you’re calling me choi, it kind of makes me feel like you’re annoyed at me--“ his words cut of with a cough though, letting it pass as his head throbbed a little in response to the jerked movement. but well, tristan knew that wasn’t the case, he knew the younger wasn’t annoyed at him, but he couldn’t help but feel it was that way when he was called by his last name over his first. but for now, he just focused on letting everything else pass in terms of the nurses and the doctors as they finally left his room. 

as much as he wasn’t happy with the situation though, not at the other anyway, hyuksoo had reason for being like this-- he couldn’t ignore how his best friend was right now. and that was how the guilt continued to kick in. he was the reason for his friends pain, even if it weren’t directly his fault and rather his mothers, but it was still tristan’s indirect fault. “i’m still sorry, and if she’s in a cell right now.. she will.” he sighed, pretending the harsh tone didn’t sting a little. he was recalling now though that it wasn’t good to argue or speak on things like this with a patient recovering from a head injury-- but he didn’t want to say anything for now. “i am okay, hyuksoo. i’m here right now, talking to you. i’m okay.”

[ksxtristan]

i’m making food, then i’m gonna do tristan’s stuff, and i’m gonna post a starter for him. and also, i’ve put myself on a semi-hiatus bcos legit idk what happened but i think i let myself get overwhelmed a little with event threads and general threads to the point that i just noped @ my muse so just bear with me while i work on that slowly. it’s why i’m doing replies slowly today, and i’ll get to im’s when i’m done.

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ksdaewon:

If the misfit had any idea that he was making his friend feel guilty, he would have made it clear that there was nothing he should be feeling guilty about and if there was someone responsible for all of this was his mother.  Of course, he had no idea that was what was going through his friend’s mind and maybe he would have been too distraught to say more than none of this being his fault.  Just looking at his friend made his heart hurt and even though he tried to dry his tears, the weak squeeze made it hard to keep the rest at bay.

At Tristan’s words, he could only nod because he really wanted to believe that but the thought of losing someone else was too terrifying that he couldn’t just ignore it.  “I am sorry, I was just so worried because I don’t want to lose you but I am so relieved that Hyuksoo was there, that you were not alone.” He was babbling by then, just telling the hipster what was going through his mind and even though he wanted nothing more than to hug his friend, the last thing he wanted to do was to hurt him so holding his hand would have to do for now.  “Do you need anything? Can I do anything to make this better?”

there were few people that tris tried his best with to stop worrying, and daewon and hyuksoo were at the top of that list because of how much they meant to him. he just wanted things to be okay, for them to worry less even if he could stop that given what had happened. but he felt sorry for worrying their youngest friend though, and for now, the most tris could do was reassure him that he was alright. that things would be alright. 

“you have nothing to apologise for.. daewon-- none of this is your fault. you’re allowed to be worried.“ he whispered back, thumb rubbing gently over the youngers hand as he tried to reassure him more now. “so am i.. i was lucky that he was there, i know. but i’m thankful.“ he nodded, because well, no one wnated to think of what the outcome would’ve been had the other not been with them really. “not right now, no. just you being there and talking to me is helping, i promise.“

[ksxtristan]

ksdaewon:

Keisung had been such a memorable place and time in his life that the thought of coming back had him thinking that somehow everything would still be the same but of course, nothing remained the same.  Even as he looked around the gym after Victoria had left to talk to some of her friends, he knew that life had continued and what had been was no longer the same.  Not that he wanted to relive the past because his life now was more than he thought he would get and he was the happiest man alive.  His eyes focused on his wife for a bit because even now, two years after he said I do, he could only look at her and while he didn’t enjoy leaving Minsoo with her parents (mostly because he wanted nothing than to protect and be with his child), he knew that his wife and him needed some time for themselves.

He made his way to grab something to drink and as he poured it in a plastic cup, he noticed someone standing by him and with a smile, he spoke before properly looking at the person.  “I am not sure about you but it’s very surreal to be here especially when you see your old classmates with their children.” He shook his head as he said this and then turning to look at the person, his smile only grew in size.

tristan was getting celestine a drink when he heard the voice of his still very close friend. he’d never lost contact with daewon and tristan after all, never wanted to either. but apparently he hadn’t been the only one to hear said voice, because suddenly the juice cup in celestine’s hand was in his own again as she darted over to cling his friends legs, wanting a hug already. 

“and i am starting to regret bringing my child to this,” tristan joked in answer then as he sighed at his daughter’s actions. she was too impulsive sometimes, but he couldn’t blame her too much when she hadn’t seen daewon in a while either. she just liked affection and attention as well, especially from daewon and hyuksoo. but still, he scolded her softly then, telling her to be careful as he handed her juice back to her when she was finished trying to cling onto the male. “it’s good to see you, daewonnie,” tris smiled then wider, because maybe he still tried to see the younger a lot, but it was still nice when he got to see him in person rather than over the phone or screen. 

[ksxtristan]

ksxhyuksoo:

Hyuksoo yawned. The young diplomat had only arrived a day ago from New York and being airborne for fifteen hours had him utterly exhausted. He had immediately gone home, happy to be greeted by his parents who were still as busy as ever, but he had immediately collapsed on his bed the minute he got to his room. Hyuksoo had only woken up the day after to the aroma of food that his mother made, already knowing how much he missed Korean cuisine. But his mother also forced him to attend the reunion that he had already planned on skipping in favour of sleep; after all these years, his mother still has him by the ear.

So now he was here in this dump again, grimacing at some of the memories that resurfaced; the diplomat wasn’t about spend the rest of the day remembering all the shit he’s pulled in college. But now he hasn’t seen anyone familiar at all and if he doesn’t see anyone he knew, he was leaving and going back to sleep.

if there was anyone that people could figure tristan would’ve kept in contact with, hyuksoo and daewon were at the top of that list. he still wouldn’t miss them for the world after all. and now he could see his friend in the distance as he wondered into the hall with celestine next to him. unlike other kids, she was a lot more outgoing that he could’ve hoped, and apparently seeing so many people and kids wasn’t a worry for her, but made her more excited, and he laughed a little at that. but when she caught sight of hyuksoo as well, tristan could barely even try stop her before she’d taken off to him, leaving him trailing after laughing. 

“and here i though you’d skip,“ tristan grinned a little as he got over to them, smiling a little at how quickly celestine was trying to get a hug. “she’s missed you, if you can’t tell that.“

[ksxtristan]

ksdaewon:

The only thing Daewon wanted to do when he saw Tristan was to find some way to make his friend better and the thought of letting him rest passed through his mind as he called his name.  It was too late by then though and if it was not the way he looked, it was the use of the nickname that brought tears to his eyes.  With Hyuksoo already in distress, Daewon had to push his feelings down and focus on thinking positively.  It wasn’t like he didn’t do that daily but this time, as he saw his friend lying on the bed, he couldn’t hold it together

“H-hey…” His voice broke and the tears started running down his cheeks as he tried to put a smile on his face but that was harder than he thought.  Even then, he made his way slowly towards the hipster and sitting in the chair that was already placed by Tristan’s bed, he grabbed his hand as if it was made of crystal.  “How are you feeling?” The question sounded dumb the moment it left his lips and biting his lower lip, he closed his eyes as he scolded himself.  “That was a stupid question, I just… want you to be okay…”

tristan didn’t really want daewon to see him in this state honestly, or anyone to for that matter, but he didn’t really control that and he knew that hyuksoo would’ve told the other of what happened. he owed it to daewon anyway to show him he was alright, a little beaten and battered, but he was alright now. he was awake. 

the voice break had him feeling the regret in letting this happen again, and the guilt in putting his friends through this because he’d never want to worry them like this. never want to hurt them like this. when he was sat next to him, he turned his head to see the other, or see him as well as he could that was. the feeling of his hand being held was returned as tristan gave the others hand a weak squeeze, trying to let him know that things were okay now. “it’s not a stupid question.. and i will be okay, i promise.” his voice was quieter this time. “i’m going to be okay, daewon.”

[ksxtristan]

vulnerable;;

[ksxtristan]

ksxhyuksoo:

Hyuksoo immediately stood up and pressed the button to call for the nurse before he got a glass of water from the table at the room and helped Tristan up to drink. “Shut up for a moment Choi and drink the water to soothe your throat.” He didn’t mean to sound harsh but he was so worried that being harsh was the only way he knew how to react. Tristan’s husband had left to get coffee after all and Hyuksoo supposed he was lucky the husband wasn’t there to hear him. A few minutes later, the nurse and the doctor had come and checked up on his friend, biting his tongue to stop himself from demanding answers from them. As worried as he was, Hyuksoo was still only just his best friend; he wasn’t blood-related or even legally related to him at all.

When the doctor and nurse had left, he helped the hipster sit up while he fiddled with the remote to move the bed. Once he was sure Tristan wasn’t in any pain, he stood up a bit more upright and he released a shaky breath. “I thought we lost you,” he started off quietly, unable to hide how vulnerable he felt. The brainiac blinked his tears away, the fear and worry eating at him alive. Shakily, he took a seat on the chair his bedside and held Tristan’s hand, unwilling to let go as he bowed his head and let his tears go freely. “I was so scared, Tristan.”

allowing himself to be moved so that he could drink brought back the pain in his head-- but the sudden harshness of his friend had him narrowing in on that for a moment, before he forced himself to drink the water that was being held out to him. “since when’ve you called me.. choi?” he questioned a minute or so later, after more coughing had subsided. when the nurse and so appeared though, he let them check up on him and do whatever they needed. answering their questions as well, and just letting them know how he was feeling-- at leas through that he’d found out it was normal for his vision to react this way, and that in a few days it would be back to normal. a relief anyway.

honestly, a part of tristan really just wanted to go back to sleep when the nurse and doctor were gone, mostly because he was feeling drained again with the drugs that were being slipped into his system slowly now. they made him drowsy. but it faded a little as he heard hyuksoo speak, and at the hand holding tristan held back, squeezing a little as he tried to watch the younger. “you would never lose me..” his own voice was quiet, a whisper now. “i’m sorry.. you don’t need to be scared anymore. i’m okay, soo.”

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ksdaewon:

Daewon had never liked hospitals because it reminded him of his little brother but he tried his best to ignore the bad taste in his mouth as he made his way to his friend’s room.  The misfit had been so worried since he received Hyuksoo’s call and that had not changed even though they were allowing them to see him.  He had met Tristan’s husband in the waiting room and he couldn’t help but think that this was definitely not how he thought or wish to meet him.  Not that there was time to get to know him at all but he was relieved to see him there, ready to see Tristan.

Now as Daewon entered the dimmed room, he hesitated by the door because the last thing he wanted was to disturb Tristan and at the same time, he wanted nothing more than to see the other with his own eyes.  Even though he had been told that he was out of danger, he was too worried to believe it and it was this that forced him to go in as quietly as he could.  “Tris?” He whispered his friend’s name in case he was sleeping and nodded his husband’s way before directing his eyes to his friend.

since waking up, most of tristan’s time had been spent with hyuksoo while the doctors and nurses made sure everything was alright. apparently he wasn’t exactly fit for many visitors yet anyway, but they’d allowed hyuksoo to stay for the fact he’d found him and helped him. but still, tristan hadn’t thought he’d find himself in a situation like this-- all banged up and bandaged in hospital. but there was at least the apparent reassurance that his mother was being held by police, and his brother and father were trying to get to korea as soon as they could after hearing.

hearing the door click though, faintly anyway in his drowsy mind considering the drugs still definitely had him feeling a lot more sleepy and out of it that normal; but it was the sound of his name that had his eyes opening again and turning to squint over at the source even if he recognised the voice. “daewonnie?” the nickname slipped off his lips tiredly and quietly, and honestly he still wasn’t seeing all to well, vision still blurry as he looked at the figure of the younger.