Lost boy

“We are all the pieces of what we remember. We hold in ourselves the hopes and fears of those who love us. As long as there is love and memory, there is no true loss.”

[2kentertainment]

2K (Double Kill) Entertainment is a South Korean entertainment company founded by Kwon Youngsoo based in Itaewon, South Korea. The company operates as a record label, talent agency, music production company, event management and concert production company, and music publishing house. It houses a variety of artists with it’s genre’s ranging from pop, hiphop to indie or even rock music. 

The main point of 2K entertainment is to have a base for your group/idol to start under. As we know many aren’t always able to follow the rules of activity, and often feel restricted from doing the events they have planned for their idols/muses this will be a place without any of those restrictions or rules. We are purely here for you to paint more accurate description for your muse’s background story, allowing more character development without feeling like you are required to do anything you may possibly not want to do. Therefor we will not do things like your usual collective or directory. We encourage writing but we are more like a recognized name for you to use in your muse’s plot, rather than anything. 

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[95z]

the power of meat: bigger eyes

[no-zomi]

                It should have felt foreign. He should at least feel indifferent about their first since ages encounter that was nothing less that the sudden spill of emotions, instead of a regular conversation, short and clear like he planned. But ah, nothing had been ever regular and normal with Jisoo. Therefore he isn’t even surprised anymore when he ends up spending a night by the younger’s side, body sprawled on the mattress with arms stretched on both sides. He’s almost occupying all the space, like a baby craving for some rest after a long day of playing outside. if only he wasn’t this tired… He truly didn’t want to fall asleep He wanted to make this little wish of his, this inner dream to last forever so he wouldn’t be frightened to wake up to an empty bed, Jisoo disappearing all over again. He wouldn’t survive that. No. Second chance was already much for him to allow to his wrecked mind and body.He needed to be sure at this point. Was it really 8 months of silence? So many weeks without a single words? So many days filled up with nothing less than frustration? Jay almost can’t believe it. But even more, he can’t believe that Jisoo is here, near him. Easy, wasn’t it? And yet, they made their own destiny so complicated out of their childish stubborness.

A small hum vibrates in the depth of his throat upon the tentative touch but he doesn’t wake up, somehow instinctively shifting a bit closer. It isn’t a regular thing for him to do so. usually, even with Jisoo, he would grab the boy’s wrist out of a habit as if his personal space was invaded. Even if he lets go shortly after, every single time, the habit remains present. Some of the darkest habits die hard, however and Jay, even if peaceful and seemingly calm right now, had another moment of weakness striking him just few days before he happened to meet Jisoo. Only a particularly huge amount of blood , staining his palms could soothe his nerves, like the sweetestdrug to a messed up soul. A vicious circle of adrenaline, crime, heavy doses of drugs and sleep later on. Fortunately Jisoo was the one to catch him in the last phase and even if he came back to the first one, it was still bearable. Of course, he would never admit it out loud that he can’t handle things on his own. Duh, the worst part about his current absence was the fact he couldn’t even remember leaving his apartment whenever he was in a hurry to set a finger on some innocent soul. Absolute discipline. Absolute freedom. His most persistent actions in attempt to find himself where useless. He had to create himself from scratch, as if past was not existent anymore. 

Through the devil they met and he swears that sin has never tasted so sweet. Indifferent to the world they hold hands, as if in the middle of hurricane likely to strike. It was always like that. Against so many words, whispers of “don’t” and “he’s not the right one.” they still remain so childishly in love. The subtle touch ghosting over his frame doesn’t come unnoticed but Jay doesn’t want to open his eyes, only allowing his fingers to search absently for the opposite, body shifting the slightest with the faintest shudder running down his spine once warm gust of air brushes over his collarbone. Is this happening or is he just dreaming about being able to reach for that man once again? The story tat is left open… hopefully meant to find its next chapter, not an ending yet. A tale told by a man who’d never lived a fairytale but a horror full of fury and disappointment.

But Jisoo is someone more than his other half, his significant other. He’s the one to pull his strings and touch the most sensitive ones when he’s at his worst. Jisoo’s accepting, loving, even when Jay knows nothing about love. And when the elder opens his eyes, seeing nothing but a reassurance that he won’t be left alone this time. Tiredness filled hues catch the dark orbs for a moment before he allows them flutter shut once again. He’s not dreaming. All he needs is within his reach. Isn’t it what people call happiness? Body shifts on the mattress once again as he rolls on his side, quick to wrap appendages aroud the male’s waist, pulling the boy close. There’s a moment of silence filling the space as Jay clings, eager to gain more of the warmth, more of the familiar scent soothing his senses, putting his nerves at peace. Like always in the morrnings when he arises completely torn between the desire to run away and stay. How could he leave? Its the morning this magical time when Jay’s calm, when his mind is still clear, maroon hues all too hazy, filled with sleepiness, a few blinks granted with no sign of the nature that was nothing less but a sinful gift, his part, not something to be erased any soon. But Jisoo knows. He does know everything, recognizes the frowns on his features, the subtle smiles and cheeky expressions along with those suspicious and mysterious gazes. 

   “– Don’t go. Don’t go anywhere.” A mutter vibrates against the younger’s shoulder with the faint grip tightening  the slightest bit before his nose dips in the male’s neck, deep inhale taken with hushed words whispered. “...all, all mine.”

[mdpvrk]

Early mornings had become routine for Jisoo, having just transferred from Yonsei to SNUH only days ago, he’d been placed upon morning shifts until familiarity could be made; till he could become used to such change. He hadn’t minded, more so a morning person than that of night, almost relishing the wee morning hours where no one but himself and those few commuting were around. Streets so barren, open sidewalks to welcome crisp breeze without brushing of shoulders and mumbled complaints of streets being ‘too crowded’. Yes, it was like this he was able to indulge in slight introverted nature, his desire to be alone during times thoughts became too crowed in his head; heart feeling a tad too heavy within confines of chest. He finds release in slowed breath that seems to form illusion of smog in chilled air. Release in slowed steps that reverberate their soft noise against concrete; solace in silence when traffic is lacking. Even more so, Jisoo finds a haven in these rare and far too missed moments where body is buried within sheets, heavy blankets kicked from his frame in middle of night out of sheer habit, and limb tangled with those opposite in sloppy mess. Warmth seeping into his bones in a most pleasing manner when it seemed he were lacking in own. Jisoo can only relish these little things as they are now because time regretfully doesn’t allot those happier moments to last very long.

Jay, is someone he cannot live with out. Jisoo has already confirmed this – twice, which seemed one too many times already. Elder was one that he’d grown fond of almost instantly, his memory not in the least bit hazy of those that’d be created between the two of them. Amusing how he could, at times, barely retain enough information to make it through a midterm, yet when it came to Jay he could recall everything down to quaintest of detail. Like pattern of male’s breathing and how warm it felt, how it twisted those formed knots in his stomach in most pleasing of ways when it was brushed against his collarbone. Jisoo nearly signs outwardly in content, only desiring to lean in closer, to preserve this moment further, but his body wouldn’t allow such proximity; he was already close enough without causing either of them discomfort – and it still didn’t feel enough. Lower tier is urged betwixt front denticle, nibbled upon until he’s certain it will swell, when such fact builds frustration. 

They had spent such long mornings, days, evenings, nights – confined to a single room entangled with one another like rest of world didn’t matter, like it need not exist because in a way it didn’t.  He’d discovered his own selfishness when it’d come to Jay, found out how nasty he could be whenever the two happened to cross paths; whispering promises of ‘never leaving’ or ‘only running together’. It was only year ago, but it seemed so far away, those promises that soon became emptied just like once shared apartment; old picture frames. Desires and wishes that burned so hot they could have scorched the earth, now, nothing more than a dim ember. Jisoo finds everything all so surreal now; a memory of a memory.

And it never mattered, how quick or how slow either of the two returned. Jisoo who had caused the largest separation only feeling regret for time they’d lost, how many nights he’d had to sleep without opposite appendage encircling his middle, elder male holding tight as if to keep younger so close to him they could mold together; such time he’d surely make up for. Ample tier meet crown of male’s head, lingering their in a hushed promise he could not dare speak, fearful that if he ever make one verbal again it might break like those that hadn’t been kept.  Jay could never do any harm to him, even when male persisted on doing the most harm. It wasn’t as if Jisoo remained blind, no longer naive child who followed male around like some lost pup, no – his ‘ignorance’ could be boiled down all to one thing. Love.  Love was the disease that seeped into his veins, causing his judgment to become irrelevant, his morals out window, and his heart to palpitate from mere glance. It was truly a frightful condition to succumb to and futile to resist anymore than he had in past. It made so many blind, started wars, and ended them. Brought even strongest men to their knees. Ah, this was it. What caused his head to turn whenever ‘mysterious’ injury would appear along male’s flesh, when he’d be forced to choke back questioning, his own worry when Jay would find himself so bruised and battered. It hurt Jisoo, more than any word or any physical violence could ever. It hurt him but he allowed it to slip, because love was pain.

When hushed words are pressed onto shoulder, sensation alone elicits short lash to flutter; heart to pick up it’s pacing and digit to clutch against opposite frame. Short nail press into flesh, not enough to mar just enough to make aware of their presence; lazy smile working it’s way upon feature. Jisoo only chuckles at habit of elder’s to speak through his own drowsiness, always so absently but always stirring up a storm inside his chest. “…..yours….” he wonders why single word tastes so sweet upon tongue, why he only seems to murmur it once more against crown of elder’s head; weight shifted against male in manner that soon has chest pressing against chest. “……Jay – I’m not going anywhere.” He wonders if their is still fear of his departure somewhere in elder’s mind. If Jay fears he might escape in middle of night like that of 8 months ago. If it is present, Jisoo only attempts to distill it with tightening embrace; palms smoothing against small of male’s back, trailing higher against spine and back down once more.

They will need to move soon, it’s certain. From corner of eye he can spot nearby clock upon bedside, it’s time showing that of ten a.m. afternoon only hours away. Then again, staying away from the world a bit longer didn’t seem such a bad idea. To cease to exist from a reality that was far too cruel compared to what had been created with mere entanglement of lazy limbs, “…..ah….” he squirms slightly, features coming to dip against opposite shoulder; tier pressing to Jay’s temple. “….Jay……actually…..I need to go…” he almost whines when sensation hits him, frame only shifting against elder’s in a most impatient manner. “….I need to pee….” softly he admits one bodily function that could not be ignored for much longer.

[tickatocka]

i aspire to be one of those people who are known for always smelling good and treating people kindly

[mdpvrk]

@melikertes

“i didn’t think you could get such battle scars from being a tutor!” he was teasing, truthfully, and it was more than evident in the way that after a nanosecond of donning a serious expression, the corners of his lips twitched upward a few times until the laughter he’d suppressed was set free.

skillful hands maneuvered a strip of gauze around some type of laceration on the male’s forearm. it’s a good thing he wasn’t a forensic scientist or a detective, because he really can’t fathom what kind of event would cause such a wound. so naturally, he asks.

“can i ask what happened?” only he doesn’t stop there. if what jisoo was looking for was assistance from a taciturn good samaritan, he’s a bit out of luck. “not that you have to tell me. i’m just curious,” he continues as he works, ensuring that the wound is disinfected - and probably taking a bit more time than needed doing so. “lucky for you i’m an expert at patching up wounds. i get stuff like this a lot when i’m out on the boat in the mornings! at least when i’m clumsy, that is. which.. is often!”

A brush of heat presses against flesh of cheek, abasement clear as dark orb flicker off to side when laughter falls from betwixt opposite tier; had he not been one wounded maybe it would have been a rather amusing situation. Then again, it’s unlike Jisoo to allow anyone nurture or lick his wounds, something along lines of self pride or preservation. In past he’d only trusted one other than himself to patch up  and mend his flesh – too bad he’d been lacking in courage to face said person. “It was an accident.” Firm bite along ample tier is granted, a stretch of truth granted, attempt to draw focus away from open wound made as dark orb focus on nearest source of interest. Too bad it was nothing but lamp giving of ambient light.

Male was skilled, Jisoo would give him that. Forearm remains steadied as he allows gauze to wrap around crimson clad appendage; short hiss escape tier. He’d never held issue with blood, at least not that belonging to others – yet, when it came to his own source of vitality, it caused stomach to churn in unpleasant manner; heart to palpitate.  Opposite appendage raises, digit coming to delve in bangs, messing with strands absently, denticle still sunken into lower tier. “….don’t make it too tight…please.”

Short lash flutter against sensation of sting that runs up along forearm, lid coming to momentary close. He should have gone to hospital and gotten this properly done, sure, but thought of having to face his fellow interns and his father only made him want to hide his injury away even more. Thinking about going to any other close to him seemed impossible as well. It seemed too – embarrassing. When inquiry catches ear, Jisoo feels crimson stain cheek further, throat made to clear despite word left unspoken.

“I —” he shifts uncomfortably, eyeing wrapped appendage for moment before dark orb flicker upward, “ I ….well…I was trying to – learn…..how to..” knee are pulled upward, allowing feature to momentarily find safe haven; hiding among patella. Hearing male speak of his own ‘clumsy’ moments eases Jisoo a little, allowing him to make shameful admittance, “….I was trying to learn..how to ride a bike….” 

[mdpvrk]

        @kvhyng​

  ◤ “jisoo… park jisoo… i’ve already told          you that getting each other’s names          tattooed on ourselves is not the best idea.” 

“ Look --” Somehow that seemed to always be his opening statement these days,  “I didn’t say we get our names” Or had he? I mean, it wasn’t like he’d been in sober mind to truly recall what exactly he’d told his best friend.

 “BUT -- now, hear me out, how cool would it be if we got TaeSoo --”

[mdpvrk]

@no-zomi​ / / starter

How many days had it been since they’d started speaking again, conversing so naturally it seemed almost surreal to Jisoo who could have sworn he’d been resented days beforehand. Was it so strange for both of them to find common ground? even if it was nothing more than a ramble of feelings and thoughts spilled outward in a jumbled mess. Even now, Jisoo can’t begin to fathom situation, in fact he’d 90% percent sure it’s nothing more than figment of his imagination because there is no way he was able to be this close to elder, even in his wildest dreams that had transpired months after his arrival back in Seoul. No, Jisoo hadn’t even dared to think of what it might be like to wake up beside Jay once more, awaken next to male as if he’d dreamed the whole 8 month absence; able to trace digit along male’s jawline or watch as those long lash fluttered against sensation of his fingertips. 

Yes, this was nothing more than dream, and Jisoo in fact hadn’t invited elder to come back to his place an they hadn’t fallen asleep like this -- side by side -- upon his bed. He’s so convinced of this that he doesn’t even find fear in sneaking a bit closer, gaining a better look at male’s resting features. He wants to trace them out, like elder were some masterpiece for his digit to map inch by inch. Was it so wrong of him? it wasn’t as if he’d indulged in anything more than simple touches and lingering stares. Jisoo knew better than that, yet, here he was -- close enough to feel male’s warm breath cascade from nostril and into his own space. God, how he’d missed such early morning intimacy, those which lacked disturbances of sunlight that was now blocked by dark curtain, and those loud noises of city commute. 

This was no longer their space. He knew. Current residence much larger in scale, purchased by his father in order to have one and only son in his sights at all time. Yeah, loft was more upscale, fitted with doorman, well decorated lobby, gym, and indoor pool -- but, nothing compared to what small safe haven they had created back in much simpler days. Days in which they belonged to no one but each other. In his final shift forth, Jisoo can feel warmth of elder’s forehead seeping onto his own with mere touch of flesh, can hear that steady breathing of soundless sleep. How long had it been since male had gotten this good of rest? He wonders, daring to delve digit into dark lock, combing through each stand with a carefulness; a gentle and endearing touch.

“Wake up...I want to spend more time with you.......but, sleep because you need it.....” his desires are contradicting to one another, hushed whispers made in wee morning hours. Jisoo wonders if his roommate is home, if such a predicament may look -- bad. He doesn’t care, as much as thought causes gut to churn, at least not in this moment when he can share solace in same bed. Threading digit pause in their caress and frame urged to sink lower underneath blankets. Will Jay wake up anytime soon? Jisoo hopes so but at same time he wants male to feel rested, wants to give him time to recharge. Shifting weight, he’s able to tuck head underneath elder’s chin, slow gust of warm breath exhaled against male’s collar-bone, digit absently messing with upper hem of male’s jeans; lid falling closed in feign rest. 

[tashalovesall-deactivated201911]

I want someone to look at me like I’m the most perfect thing in the world.

N.C.K (via sinism)

[mdpvrk]

@heliovs / /  starter

“You need to be more careful.”

On most days Jisoo found even himself a bit too nagging when it came to another’s well-being. Perhaps it was just him caring too much about those around him, always concerned and placing his worries where they should not be placed. It’s Jisoo’s habit, caring too much for those that seemingly cared too little. An maybe this was one trait in his personality that would one day allow him to become a great doctor, one revered, and spoken kindly of throughout hospital walls. 

Grasping for bandage now, soft blow of air is pressed outward, brushed against a marred part of flesh; one seeping bits of crimson. He won’t inquire how it has come to be, no, Jisoo had never been too nosy unless it were required of him. Assumptions of what could have transpired flashing through his mind however lead him to believe that a nasty fall or some sort of self inflected wound. He dare not inquire, dark orb otherwise brimming with curiosities, and decides it best to continue his administrations of first aid while seated upon park bench. Another habit of his to carry around basics of medical supplies within his bag coming in handy.  

“Tell me if it hurts, the peroxide should only tingle, but, everyone had different reactions.”

[mdpvrk]

@hyejvng​ / / starter

He wonders why he’s agreed to such a seemingly troublesome predicament. Girl before him could not be any younger than himself then those freshman that lined halls of Yonsei University, but, it was obvious she were not older than himself; who’d soon be turning twenty-one this coming October. It’s probably why he finds it so hard to simply address her as a mere ‘saeng’ or ‘student’ than by name. Then again. leave it to Jisoo to stick to more traditional if not formal values that most of the younger generation had ditched in order to fit in with the new status quo ( whatever the hell that may be ).

Placing notebook across from female who seems more interested in what’s in her hands rather Jisoo who was about to start a brief introduction to the day’s lesson, he merely clears his throat; first attempt made to gain her attention. “Hyejung-ah, I know this might be boring to you but, if you think about your future it could benefit you in the long run.” Jisoo understands that not everyone is meant to go on to collage or university, it wasn’t that they weren’t fitted for the education, but because some just didn’t work well in said environment. It didn’t mean they couldn’t go on to accomplish great things, no, anyone could become ‘someone’ with a high education or not. 

Still, it didn’t mean Jisoo was going to willing give up on those that needed aid in studies -- it was part of the reason why he’d decided to become a part-time tutor. Hyejung no exception, despite her obvious lack of interest. “Are you up for bribery?” sometimes one needed to stoop low to gain reaction, “If you can manage to get through this lesson without leaving or complaint, I promise to let you off early. Free to do what you want.”

[mdpvrk]

Nonsexual acts of Intimacy (select from the following for my muse to respond to)...

♔ : Finding your muse wearing their clothes

♕: Holding hands

♖: Having their hair washed by your muse

♗: Your muse falling asleep with their head in my muse's lap.

♘: Cuddling in a blanket fort

♙: Sharing a bed

♚: Head scratches

♛: Sharing a dessert

♜: Shoulder rubs

♝: Reading a book together

♞: Caring for each other while ill (specify which party is which)

♟: Patching up a wound

♤: Taking a bath together

♧: Your muse playing with their hair

♡: Accidentally falling asleep together

♢: Forehead or cheek kisses

♠: Your muse adjusting their jewelry/neck tie/ etc.

♣: Back scratches

♥: Your muse crying about something

♦: Slow dancing

[kvhyng]

Dear Jisoo ( bromate; brosband; brohem; brotatochip; bro; Ye to my KimYe )

« LETTERS »          (accepting)

dear dr. park,

oh my, there he is, my savior, doctor park jisoo. he, singlehandedly, has made living life about sixty-million times more bearable. you know that i love you, yeah? despite our bickering over whose turn it is to do the dishes, or who put the socks in the wrong order, you’re still one of my best friends and there’s nothing in the world that could get between us.

honestly? i used to think that living alone was the coolest thing, until you (somehow) managed to convince me to move in, and my life has changed for the better ever since. every day is so fun and exciting with you, and i’m never left feeling bored or lonely. you always go out of your way just to make sure i’m taken care of, and so i do my best to return the favor. you know that i’m always, always, always here for you, no matter what. you mean so much to me, and i care about you like i’d care about my own child or something i swear. and speaking of children, taesoo definitely loves me more. it’s just fact.

thank you for being a friend, a best friend, my rock and my support. thank you for the dreadful tutoring sessions. thank you for always being there when i need you. thank you for all of our talks, both the dumb ones and the serious ones. thank you for the late night and early morning platonic bro-cuddling. thank you for just being the best bromate, bro.

much love,xx taehyung

[mdpvrk]

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Be helpful. When you see a person without a smile, give them yours.

Zig Ziglar, Something to Smile about: Encouragement and Inspiration for Life’s Ups and downs (via leeskies)

[no-zomi]

         It was more of Jay’s natural instinct to give them a try with a date. Honestly, their contact recently was marked with indifference, some odd tension they’ve both failed at getting rid of. Maybe it was a nice idea for a change? Something to break the ice again and let them grow closer? At least to let Jay stand his ground and perhaps figure out what was there left for them, together or not? Of course, the fact he might have interrupted the boy’s routine, possible dose od daily studying or so, didn’t matter to the elder at this point. he needed an answer, simple as that. The fact he couldn’t seem to read Jisoo as easily as before, was driving him mad. Maybe it’s the matter of time till he feels at ease again. His brows furrow briefly upon the male’s first statement, tongue wetting his lips before he snorts, tapping with his fingers on the table’s surface as he bends down. His eyes find Jisoo’s own again, a slightly mocking smile tugging on the corners of his lips.

“– Trying to make fun of me at such a crucial moment? I’ve been practicing voicing out this word for the last few hours, ehh.” With an exaggerated sigh, Jay crosses arms over his chest, tilting his head to the side with a tongue clicking against the roof of his mouth. Play it cool, Liu Jay. Come on. The received response has Jay whine silently, a small groan forming in throat, though he soon breaks into a smile instead. “– As assumed… Park Jisoo can’t do without a proper plan, huh? It’s gonna be a date with all its benefits, deal?” The elder shakes his head in a faint disapproval but eventually agrees, noneteheless. He could do that, couldn’t he? “Let’s compromise at this point, alright? You set– let’s say 3 rules… and I state mine. One by one. Your first ground rule is…?” He knows it’s going to be probably much more disappointing for him, rather than Jisoo but as long as he can get to finally drag Jisoo out, free the boy from constant studying, is enough for the elder for now.

[mdpvrk]

Jisoo isn’t naive, at least not so much anymore. He knew there had to be some type of ulterior motive behind this, or at least something Jay could gain from him. What exactly, Jisoo is unsure. When did he start to become so weary of elder? There had been a time Jisoo trusted male without single batted lash, when he would have tossed himself in front of danger for male, even if elder was dangerous himself. Ah, even now he found himself absently caressing his own neck in a blink of memory. Tossing bag over one shoulder, Jisoo merely takes Jay in as he is and how he’d always been. He wonders, what spark of interest this so called ‘date’ held for male. Even now Jisoo couldn’t read him, he never could, and somehow it’d been comforting to not know. “Not making fun, even if it is a little amusing to hear you say please. I remember a time you would have rather swallow your own blood then speak that to me.” corner of tier twitch high, amusement oh so evident in dark hue and expression. “You’re right, I like to know ahead of time. I like to make plans and be prepared –especially when those plans involve someone such as yourself.” even if he had knack of straying from said plans time to time.

Firm bite to lower tier has flesh caught betwixt front denticle and he’s fighting urge to burst with laughter, instead allowing a hushed snicker to escape; head turning away to avoid male’s gaze if briefly. “I suppose we can compromise, it seems fair enough – although…three seems…” he trails in thought if he were going to set ground rules he needed to sum them up in three alone? Slow blink is granted, tier pursing and weight shifted where he stands. “First rule, while this is a ‘date’ it isn’t, so –” gaze rests upon male’s own, flickering to an opposite pair of tier then back up again, “–don’t try to kiss me..actually just don’t try anything funny…” appendage cross over chest, thick swallow granted as he stands his ground. While he’d made decision to keep slight distance between them, Jisoo was still rather – vulnerable to elder, as much as he’d hate to admit it. “What’s your first rule?”

[mdpvrk]

"-- I've never been really subtle with anything and this thing hasn't changed since the last time we met so... " Threading on the end of the cigarette with his shoe, Jay approaches the younger male, humming to himself before he speaks up again, lifting his head up with maroon hues finding the opposite pair. "...I want to ask you out. Now. One date wouldn't kill any of us, would it?" He breaks into a faint smile, exhaling deeply. "Please?"

Elder is correct, in all the times they had spent together Jay had never once been one for subtly and despite knowing this, each time Jisoo never failed to be surprised. Peering up from his notes that have been set upon outside cafe table, there is a moment needed in order to blink at inquiry; a moment of, well, shock that settles over him. “Ask me out?” he repeats, tone lowered as if he were feeling offended by it. Thick swallow is granted and pen that has made home betwixt digit is gripped a tad too tightly, and while he’d never openly show sign of it, his heart rate has picked up it’s pacing. 

“Liu Jay, saying please to me, and openly asking me out on a date? This must be some sort of mirage or a dream, hm?” Jisoo can’t help but snort, foolish smile plastering itself upon tier that he simply couldn’t find it in himself to hide. One date – huh. It couldn’t be too bad and since his last set of plans fell through, his only excitement was getting through his cram school assignment a week early. Deep hum is settled in throat as he finishes writing down last bit of notes, small silence purposely hung in air, 

“Mmmm…..sure, I don’t mind, as long as I get to set some ground rules.” glance is tossed upward as notes are collected, placed in neat pile to be packed into his bag that had been slung over chair shoulder. Coming to stand, Jisoo allows ample tier to purse, “Ah -- is there an actual plan or is this one of those, let’s wing it deals? because if it’s the latter I’m actually worried I might die.”  

@no-zomi

[joenjnvg]

( ♚ ) —– the instant he had stepped foot inside the walls of jisoo’s home, there had been the noise of glass clinking onto the floor, obviously setting a little worry into his mind. mainly because, it brought up some worse memories from his childhood, not wishing anything alike those happenings, would be an experience for his friend to suddenly go through. jeongguk was never the model to the horrible things there went on in their house back then, but the moment he was told — guilt had been eating him up ever since. not to mention, the little shadow there kept its grip on his soul and mind at times, making him a whole other person. his twin to be exact. he hated how he lost control at times, although it wasn’t frequent — he lost great friends because of the horrible things, hyukjin would do.

all thoughts was washed away the instant the older had arrived in front of him, causing his worries to get stamped down. luckily enough, nothing had truly happened and he could now release a light sigh of relief. ❝ ah, well things like that happens.. i hope it wasn’t a picture of any value for you then ? otherwise, we should find a new and proper frame for it. ❞ jeongguk was wearing some old slacks he had found with strains of painting on, knowing that he had used those before. the only message he had received from jisoo, was he needed some help painting the walls and obviously, he wasn’t gonna turn down a chance to help out a friend — that, came natural for him. both arms lifted to stretch above his head, stiffing a yawn at the same time as he had mainly only just awoken from a deep slumber. jeongguk had been getting into some dumb sleeping habits lately, rather staying up at night and experience the silence, instead of enjoying the brightness of the daylight.

❝ well, i could never turn down someone wanting to treat me to some food.. so, that’d definitely be appreciated — some good earned food after working. where do we start though ? ❞

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Important? Jisoo wonders if such a false portrait depicting a strong family was important. He actually hated this picture. It’d looked to posed, too fake, and unrealistic to what true happiness had radiated from quaint family. Happiness that’d faded away in seconds after his mom had passed away. Jisoo had known it, understood the feeling of man ( his father ) that’d lost love of his life, and even at age of nine Jisoo had come to understanding the responsibilities of a father and what that love had meant. It was probably why he’d always found it so hard to disobey man who’d tossed away his time of sorrow to look after his last connection to woman he’d adored more than anything. He’d felt guilty for surviving car crash, had even admitted in therapy once or twice, but he figures it was a part of coming to terms with how fragile life could be and how easily it could come an go in blink of eye. “I’ll buy another frame for it…” thumb swipes away shard of glass and over smiling face of his mother, her visage long faded in his broken memory; pictures a sole reliance. “It’s fine, I mean the picture wasn’t damaged, that’s all the matters.” small smile presses to tier and he remains positive, placing broken frame to side an heading back to where he’d been working; blue coloring in two shades upon wall.

One is of lighter shade, stripe of paint made against white backdrop that reminded him of a blue sky, and beside it a darker coloring that seemed to depict starless sky; he sighs, appendage coming to fold along chest. “Start with helping me decide.” dark orb glance is bestowed to opposite frame, tier pursing in thought. At least male had made efforts to wear appropriate clothing, he too wearing an older pair of sweats and dark sleeveless top. Head tilts off to one side, gaze then flickering back to shades, “I can’t decide if the lighter should go out here or in my bedroom. Darker might be best but —” audible hum settles as words trail in thought, paint roller brought up from floor and held in extremity. “Do you have any experience with painting?” Silly question to ask now, after he’d made efforts to invite male over like this, his rushed message and sense or urgency. Normally he’d would have just asked Taehyung, an actual resident and his best friend turned roommate to assist, but, male seemed busier with other things these days.  

“Ah!, could you help me get the corners – even with this….stepping ladder…it’s hard…” grumble is laced in tone, brow furrowing although he’s far from admitting that he, Park Jisoo, is short. Even if everyone else had no trouble in doing so.