turbulence.

twenty-two undergraduate statistics, fourth yr.

[idaroon]

[ ... ]

“aren’t you glad that you have me to feed you actually edible food?” jinwoo asks, watching his boyfriend closely. he likes to do it, look at uisoo, the details in his face, know how he is feeling by the way he speaks. four years is a long time to be with someone, the longest relationship jinwoo has ever been in; and for once he doesn’t want it to end. taehyun would be disgusted, he thinks. but he doesn’t pay the thought any attention, he is not going to give taehyun that. he is not going to give taehyun anything but pain.

“you would have been dead already if you had to survive of your own cooking.” jinwoo adds, resting his head on uisoo’s shoulder. “and you’re too cute to die.” he knows uisoo doesn’t like being called cute, saying jinwoo is the cute one. does this make him stop? of course not. “am i too pushy today? i feel like my meeting with that traitor left me on a very nasty state of mind.”

[kwuisoo-blog]

the teasing accusation makes uisoo purse his lips, shaking his head in denial. “it’s not that,” he corrects without shifting his body or moving; almost certain that the youngers approach would end with the familiar weight in his lap. one arm snaking loosely around jinwoos waist, pulling him in closer as he lets out an abashed chuckle, head ducking down and cheeks warmed at the mention of being kinky. he’s accustom to jinwoo’s playfulness but he still can’t contain the slight shift of embarrassment. 

“you’re the one who is kinky, jinwoo-ah,” he replies without glancing at the other, although he can feel the gaze on him. a glance of confirmation and that only burns his cheeks more, voice lowering. “and you always want a blowjob. if it’s raining, you want one. if it’s sunny, you want one. there was no sign of true annoyance despite how he rattles on, as if he is. one of the benefits of dating jinwoo was that he was never left to guess what the younger wanted or how the younger felt. it made it a lot easier for uisoo.

“my problem?” he echos in confusion, twisting pasta around his utensil and lifting the few strands to his mouth. it was good. jinwoo always cooked well though -- but uisoo refused to admit that now. “i don’t cook like a robot. i follow the recipe,” the student responds in the same manner every time his cooking ability is questioned. his arm rested down on the edge of the table as he looks over at jinwoo in disbelief. “they have instructions in recipes for a reason. you don’t want your doctor going by his feelings, or your builder. you’re supposed to follow them.”

uisoo’s chest heaves with a sigh, because he can’t argue with that. he can’t argue with that if jinwoo wasn’t there, he’d be okay. he wouldn’t have been. he would have been lost. he would have been completely and utterly miserable without jinwoo. but that had nothing to do with the food. “any answer i give will only make your ego so big that i’ll suffer for days,” he mutters in response, a playful lilt in his voice and the tug of a smile on his lips. “and i’m not cute.”

his utensil was placed aside, freeing him to trail fingers up the curve of jinwoos neck and under his chin. jinwoo’s mood was off and he was the ever doting boyfriend. a soft hum radiates from his chest as he angles his head to kiss the corner of jinwoos lips, grazing along his jaw and nipping at his earlobe. “i guess, i’ll have to fulfill my boyfriend duties and do that thing you said would comfort you,” uisoo offers, despite the tinge of a blush in his cheeks; a shade he tries to hide from jinwoo. “would that help clear your head?”

[ivminho]

[ ... ] 

hence why he was visiting the younger male at his workplace with a big parcel in hand. his mum was currently stationed in geneva for some sort of women’s leadership in sports training programme so she had sent him, uisoo and others - honestly umma i thought i was too nice - a care package. 

“i honestly wonder if i’m actually my parents’ child,” minho starts, about to go into one of his usual rants. he raises the parcel and shakes it to emphasise the size, “like you got a bigger care package than me! what is this injustice? where’s the equality marx promised?”

[kwuisoo-blog]

parents were easy for uisoo. more than his own peers were. if he were ever forced to go to a friends party, uisoo managed to find himself standing on the edge of the parental group and engaging in a conversation over the latest news or grand idea from current research. even now he was far more at ease with someone twice his age than someone his own, asking about video games and snapchat and whatever else is currently on the social ‘in’. polite, knowledgeable, adept at casual conversation. that was uisoo, even without his own parents hovering in the background. he was more at ease than when he was a teacher, but he found himself missing those parental figures quietly. someone to make proud.

the choi family were warm, friendly, and uisoo knew plenty about sports to get along with them. taekwondo, basketball, soccer -- he’d tried them all. mastered only one. their son was someone he could recognize from voice alone and did so while he cut up lime behind the bar at his job. the knife held precariously in his hand as he finished slicing them despite hearing minhos approach, and wiping his fingertips on the front of his apron as he raised his head at the complaint, taking in the sight of the package.

“there’s a simple test that can answer that question for you,” uisoo offer logical advice before emotional comfort, with his nose crinkled at he sight of minho shaking his care package. something could get broken if he continued to do that. “injustice? i would say it’s more an emotional bias than an injustice,” he corrects with a shrug of his shoulders. he moves to wash his hands quickly before he reaches for the package. “and i’m not certain marxist equality had a contingency for affection.”

if anyone of the regular customers were in ear shot, they would have been used to uisoos reactions to things. as a bartender, he failed miserably at the ‘comforting ear’ portion of the job. instead, he often suggested logic and blunt responses that might not be what one wants to hear. “and i always thought affection was quality over quantity anyway,” he cocks his head. “but like i said, a dna test can sort this all out for you if you’re that worried.”

[kwuisoo-blog]

i might be slow with plotting and replying for a bit. i’ve got this terrible pain around my wisdom tooth, and i need to get to a dentist ; v ; but its like a public holiday today. so until then, i’m on these pain meds that make me very drowsy. and im not sleeping well bc of the pain. so my mood is bleh and im super tired. but i will hopefully bbs.

[idaroon]

[ ... ]

jinwoo stops himself there. uisoo doesn’t know what he did and he doesn’t need to know. it’s one thing to lie, but to cause someone’s death… that was something jinwoo doesn’t want to talk about; not because of regrets, he doesn’t have any, but maybe because that’s where uisoo draws the line. “nevermind, let’s not talk about that homeless person, let’s eat.”

[kwuisoo-blog]

when it comes to family, uisoo knows how far jinwoo would go to protect them. he knows if one of them was in trouble, jinwoo would frame someone else for murder to get them out of it. he’s almost certain that if it was a choice between them and him, jinwoo would pick his family. and it’s one of the many things uisoo respects in his boyfriend. he thinks jinwoos anger if justified, but he disdains seeing the younger male in any sort of emotionally distress. “do you really want jinhee to hear someone speak about her like that? it would hurt her.”

uisoo kisses the side of jinwoo’s head when he hears him sigh, as if the breath was a cue that the university student had picked up in the years of dating jinwoo. his arms remained loosely hung around jinwoo’s waist, glancing at the finished food and nuzzled the side of jinwoos head softly. “you’ll find a way to make him suffer,” is the response uisoo gives, both as someone who had suffered at jinwoos anger and who had watched him plot and plan while they were dating. 

a part of uisoo told himself that he would stop jinwoo if he went too far, but he knew it would be only to protect jinwoo in the long run.

kisses are dressed across jinwoo’s shoulders one last time before uisoo drops his arms. “mm, lets eat.” one stroke of jinwoos lower back in a final show of comfort before he begins to move to plate up the food for the both of them. two plates with pasta placed in the center and then the sauce poured over the yellow strands. it doesn’t take long for him to place them at the table he’d already set up with glasses and a jug of water. 

it would have been exactly how uisoo had imagined it when he started to prepare and cook, if not for the fact that he placed both plates by one chair. his body filling it with ease, making himself comfortable before he patted his leg with one hand and stretched out the other for jinwoo. his fingers curled in a beckoning motion towards jinwoo. “come sit down. it’s my duty as your boyfriend to comfort you until you feel better.”

[idaroon]

[ ... ]

“i wouldn’t mind if she had a boyfriend, one i could scare easily,” he goes on, making sure the food looks more edible. “but why does she need to talk to that traitor? he called her awful names, he said she was crazy.” jinwoo dares to taste the sauce he’s cooking, and it tastes good, so he turns back to uisoo for a second. “he said the must hurtful things and she forgives him like it was nothing. i’m the only sane person in this family. ot the only one with pride.” 

the spaghetti looks tragic, and jinwoo sighs at the sigh of it. “what were you even doing?” he asks, amused. “you’re so lucky you’re good looking.” jinwoo almost laughs, trying to fix the mess. “because your cooking sucks, hyung.” he rarely uses the honorific these days, but jinwoo is not one to use pet names. “scratch that, you’re so lucky to have me. but i’m sure you know that.”

[kwuisoo-blog]

no matter how much the dish seemed to not meet the ideal image beside the recipe in the book, uisoo had faith in following the step by step directions believing it would come together in the end. he didn’t understand why it never did at the end; he did everything right. his lips pressed together as he watches jinwoo take over the meal like it was a disaster zone, leaving one hand to rest on jinwoos lower back as he listens to the answer.

like a planet in orbit, he steps and moves when he’s in the way but remains in proximity to jinwoo, watching over everything he does and listening to the younger vent his frustration. “that’s probably why she doesn’t have a boyfriend,” uisoo suggests with his head cocked, not quite seeing why jinwoo was so scary. but he draws silent on the topic of taehyun, of what had happened, on how jinwoo couldn’t understand it. “and you do have a lot of pride, jinwoo. more than anyone i’ve ever met.”

uisoo begins to undo the apron around his waist, ducking his head forward at the attack on his meal and he glances at the recipe. “i was following the recipe. every detail,” he retorts in his own defense, sighing in annoyance at being teased. he was trying hard, but still the only thing he could manage was some french toast and maybe an omelette. “and you know i’m more than just good looking,” uisoo continues to stubbornly disagree, stepping behind jinwoo as he unties the apron from himself and draws it around jinwoo.

he looped it around jinwoo’s neck and fastened it around his waist. the tilt of a smile on his lips as he lazily lets his arms linger around his boyfriends waist, humming as he glances at the meal that was looking more edible despite his inner denial that he was that bad a cook. “i clean up after you. i keep the fridge filled. i make certain the bills are paid. that requires more than just good looks,” uisoo corrects as he kisses the side of jinwoos head. “i do all those chores that you ‘forget’ are yours.”

talking about emotions and problems were not the university students strong points. still, he tried to comfort jinwoo as best he could. actions were better than words. nonetheless the sigh comes from his lips, knowing he should comment. “jinhee’s young. and she’s always had you looking out for her. she might not see or understand how you feel, since you’re the older brother.” he reasons out.

[idaroon]

[ ... ]

“kim taehyun was there.” he says when they break apart. the name is bitter on his tongue, it makes his insides curl. “he looked awful, i’ve never felt happier about seeing a homeless person like i did when i saw him.” jinwoo looks at the food uisoo is cooking and sighs. he is going to die. he moves to the sink and washes his hands before turning back to the other boy. “here, let me do that, why don’t you humor me a little, huh?”

[kwuisoo-blog]

the sizzle as uisoo tips the cut up ingredients into the frying pan makes him lean back away, fearful of the oil that would spit up at him and glancing at the recipe he had tucked aside. when he’d come home after classes, the first thing he’d done was clean -- or at least it was the second thing, if telling himself and promising he’d make jinwoo clean up could be considered a thing. one given up on after picking up one book had turned into cleaning the whole apartment.

uisoo turns his head at the sound of jinwoo’s voice, waiting to see his boyfriend enter before he smiled softly and looked back at the frying pan. “welcome home,” he greets in return, using he wooden spoon to stir the mix of meat and vegetables. one hand straightened out and dusted the front of the apron he had on, conscious of how he must have looked. “ah, that’s good,” uisoo responds, thankful to hear jinhee’s condition wasn’t serious.

the movement in the corner of his eye is what makes him turn his head seconds before the apron is pulled and he’s dipping down to meet the kiss. it’s in the back of his mind to mention that he cleaned up, in an effort to see if jinwoo remembered it was his turn to do the chores -- though, knowing jinwoo, he knew and he didn’t do them because uisoo would end up folding. but this conversation was diverted, lost at the mention of the other boys name. taehyun. there’s a pang of acknowledgement and guilt that uisoo ignores.

uisoo unintentionally averts his gaze for a second, listening and digesting what he hears. one hand stretched out to graze jinwoos waist before the boy steps away. “as long as you’re happy about it, baby,” comes the reply. someone with a stricter moral compass might have told jinwoo not to say such things.

any other night uisoo might have defended his position as chef, but the distraction might have been good for jinwoo. “i’m following the recipe. it’s a pasta dish,” uisoo explains, stepping out of the way and holding out the wooden spoon for jinwoo to take. it’s almost instinctive when he moves around jinwoo to let his empty hand find his boyfriends lower back. “what was taehyun doing there anyway? did jinhee call him too?”

[kwuisoo-blog]

heyy everyone. i’m excited to be here~ this is my first character here. so watch me get like 94793 things wrong while i adjust. lol. i will try to give you a tl;dr, but i have a habit of needing like three tl;dr until they are an tl;dr. so forgive me ;; also i have to go out to some appts today, i’ll be around more after that.  but come and love on this boy.

used to be a decently rich kid, but was disowned and now is making ends meet

father a chief prosecutor and comes from a family embedded in law and politics

so went too all he private schools, had all the steps up, and now has none of it

knew he was gay at fourteen, denied it until his last year of hs

once his family found it, they tried to pretend they were understanding

but still thought they could force him to be straight so he left

appears very amicable split on the outside, was very far from that

used to be christian, uptight, studious and judge-y

is still studious, less uptight and neither of the other two ( or least he tries )

he’s basically a work in progress to figuring himself out

took statistics because he loves statistics ( his nerd is showing )

life is basically run by post it notes and scheduling

lives with his boyfriend from high school, @kwjinwoo . 

acts domestic af and loses nearly every argument bc he’s so whipped ( and in denial )

currently works as a bartender and a part time dj

request a pop song and he will pretend he didn’t hear you, the good music is too loud.

is in the mock trial club and peer tutoring

does wants to still follow his family blood into law, maybe. 

for a 22 yr old, he has a lot of things he’s still trying to figure out 

< plots >

friends, old ones and new ones, and ones he lost or made

people he knows from class, group projects and the like

clubs friends~~

people who might not like him much for whatever reason

he’s that bartender who recites statistics when you’re too drunk and he’s cutting you off

you’re trying to befriend/hit on him in the library and he’s too wrapped up in studying to notice

tutoring should not involve this many post it notes or a reference guide for colour coding

you two share a class and he disagrees with your point of view adamantly, and the teacher can’t get either of you to succeed

uisoo cannot cook in the sense that he follows the recipe /exactly/ as is and you’re going to help him not kill his boyfriend with food

and like, anything else that we can brainstorm together!

[thelovejournals]

Under your skin the moon is alive.

Pablo Neruda, Ode to a Naked Beauty (via thelovejournals)

[yfxuisoo-blog]

src.