[C.V] : “It’s so unfortunate, really. Look at him. He’s gone mad after not being able to save him.”
[X.M] : “Well, he was the cause. But you can’t really blame him, can you?”
[C.V] : “Partially, but I also feel that Seungkwan being unable to handle it made it worse.”
[X.M] : “He was always an emotional guy. Emotional, and empathetic.”
[C.V] : “…Hey, does DK still keep that flower with him?”
[X.M] : “As far as I know, yes. We know that the flowers cannot spread the disease, and are left as a symbolism.”
[C.V] : “He’s had it in his hair for years.”
[X.M] : “And the flower never rots. Intriguing, isn’t it?”
[C.V] : “Truly… I feel horrible for DK. They were close, weren’t they?”
[X.M] : “Childhood best friends. One expressed the truth, got shrugged off. Ended up rotting away. Thankfully he hadn’t became a monster. That would be worse…”
[C.V] : “And difficult to deal with too. You know those creatures are powerful.”
[X.M] : “…Correct.”
[C.V] : "...Now what? DK's one of our best scientists and we can't just let him stay in that room forever."
[X.M] : "Simple, we let him out, but keep an eye on him in case of another breakdown."
[C.V] : “It’s so unfortunate, really. Look at him. He’s gone mad after not being able to save him.”
[X.M] : “Well, he was the cause. But you can’t really blame him, can you?”
[C.V] : “Partially, but I also feel that Seungkwan being unable to handle it made it worse.”
[X.M] : “He was always an emotional guy. Emotional, and empathetic.”
[C.V] : “…Hey, does DK still keep that flower with him?”
[X.M] : “As far as I know, yes. We know that the flowers cannot spread the disease, and are left as a symbolism.”
[C.V] : “He’s had it in his hair for years.”
[X.M] : “And the flower never rots. Intriguing, isn’t it?”
[C.V] : “Truly… I feel horrible for DK. They were close, weren’t they?”
[X.M] : “Childhood best friends. One expressed the truth, got shrugged off. Ended up rotting away. Thankfully he hadn’t became a monster. That would be worse…”
[C.V] : “And difficult to deal with too. You know those creatures are powerful.”
[X.M] : “…Correct.”
[C.V] : "...Now what? DK's one of our best scientists and we can't just let him stay in that room forever."
[X.M] : "Simple, we let him out, but keep an eye on him in case of another breakdown."
wowow, thank uu for tagging me @cheolliecherie 🍎🍒 !!
had a long day, and seeing this makes me lil happy. anyway, why is it so pinkish wwkwk, my pinterest algorithm thinks that im a pink princess. i think that sums it up of what kind of person i am 🙂↕️ (half of these are like abt 99.9% accuracy(?)
tagging: @ashlinxloves @rosequartz-archive @kwanrose @mellow-wishes and everyone else who'd like to join !
everything but the accessory and kinda the lyrics are accurate i think?
also i think it's freaking hilarious that i typed in 'character' and my beloved bucky showed up. mhm. and that the hobby photo is the same as you lin lolol
tagging: @bubbliegubs @gent1es3xy @sparkyy00 and anyone else who wants to join :D
synopsis ⨾ resellers aren’t really that annoying . . . right? wrong! when you repeatedly miss out on clothes from your usual source, only to see the exact pieces you wanted pop up on different girls online, it doesn’t take long to realise a mysterious reseller has been beating you to it every time. after some digging, you discover the account belongs to not only a man, but one of your favorite mutuals — nishimura riki.
content warning ⨾ none
𐔌ㅤ taglist open >_<
note: late update oops?? sorry i genuinely think studying is gonna kill me off IM NOT BUILT FOR THIS
warnings: fluff!! mentions of alcohol, the existence of nakakita yuma
a/n: for my amazing mimi!!! sorry for torturing you with tyler catastrophe tiktoks this is my formal apology i sincerely hope you accept it.
asakura jo always preferred to be alone rather than around people.
people meant chaos, crowds meant exhaustion and he always valued his peace more than anything - quiet evenings spent in his apartment, soft music playing in the background as he sat down on his couch, fully and wholeheartedly invested in his hobbies and passions without any interruptions or outside distractions.
but then you came along.
his quiet, perfectly curated routine of calmness began to crumble the first moment his gaze landed upon you — yuma’s apartment loud with chatter and laughter, his group of friends chaotic as always. it didn’t bother him, at least not anymore: he’s grown accustomed to the mischief and havoc his friends brought along with them wherever they went. despite all their personalities being completely different, they all got along together perfectly — jo valued their friendship more than anything else in this world. he was thankful for how they never forced him to participate in their banter, giving him a chance to just sit in their presence instead of necessarily interacting. they were his bubble of comfort; a group of people whom he didn’t mind the loudness with, whose chaos didn’t seem to bother him. he thought inviting someone out of the group would disrupt that bubble — and yet his assumptions couldn’t be further from the truth.
normally, strangers entering his space meant discomfort — a lingering feeling which left him uneasy, unable to enjoy the function to its fullest extent. that same feeling mounted over him the moment yuma mentioned bringing in someone from outside to meet the rest of his friends: and yet when he saw you, it disappeared completely.
you seemed familiar in a way jo couldn’t quite decipher. there was something alluring about you — a quiet charm which piqued his interest almost immediately. you were much calmer than his friends, more collected, more hesitant about speaking in a group setting, settling for polite smiles and quiet laughs instead. your personality didn’t take up much space and yet, for jo, it seemed to be the most interesting thing in the room.
he wouldn’t speak up on it, though. that night, the only conversation you had with him directly was an awkward exchange of names, followed by a smile which made jo feel weak in the knees, face heating up in an instant, which somehow went unnoticed by you.
but it didn’t go unnoticed by nakakita yuma.
nakakita yuma — jo’s self proclaimed best friend, the only friend who’s known him long enough to know every little detail about him, down to his meal preferences and being able to spot that slight, almost unnoticeable change in his facial expression whenever he felt uncomfortable. they’ve been seemingly inseparable since kindergarten, a fact which surprised many due to their rather different personalities. in truth, it didn’t need to make sense for anyone else — they understood their bond perfectly, and that was what mattered most.
he was the only one jo ever went to for advice, even if he ended up questioning said advice later on, the only one jo trusted enough to fully open up to no matter the situation — which made it even more surprising for yuma when his best friend uttered no word to him about his very obvious crush on you, instead opting to stay quiet. it struck him as odd, but he didn’t push. if there was one thing that yuma’s learned throughout the years, it was to give jo time — so he let him solve this one on his own.
but he still watched with a curious eye and an amused smirk pulling at his lips, almost as if the whole thing humored him more than his friend’s shenanigans ever could.
jo tried his best not to make it too obvious — his moves calculated, his steps slow and careful. his head seemingly shooting up whenever he’d hear you start talking, soft laughter escaping his lips when you’d make a joke, making sure not to forget your favorite drink when it was his turn to provide drinks for the hangout. all casual to an untrained eye, but extremely meaningful once you realised it was jo who was doing these things. he’d smile softly when you’d thank him, your fingers brushing his as you took the beverage from his hands, trying desperately to stop the pinkish blush creeping onto his cheeks, your touch lingering where your skin brushed his.
and yet despite all this, you two barely talked — some small talk here and there when you’d be the first ones to arrive at yuma’s apartment, a look exchanged whenever one of your friends would do something particularly dumb, but nothing more. jo’s own helplessness infuriated him greatly: no one has ever made him feel this way, he wasn’t exactly sure of what to do to truly get your attention, to truly have a chance with you.
he didn’t even know you that well and yet you had already acquired a special place in his soul - a soft spot that had created itself only for your sake.
and this fine way was how he ended up in yuma’s apartment, a bag of takeout in his right hand and the most miserable look on his face.
‘i need your help.’ he mumbled between bites of rice, eyes avoiding his best friend’s gaze at all costs. yuma chuckled.
‘i know you do.’ the shorter man admitted, a can of beer in his hand as he sat comfortably at the other end of the table. ‘it’s been pretty apparent since the first moment you laid eyes on her.’
jo almost choked on his food at how quickly his friend exposed him — and yet he shouldn’t have been surprised, truly. it wasn’t the first time this has happened, with yuma reading him like an open book at almost any given occasion.
‘you’re just saying that to play with me.’ he said, turning his head to the side.
‘you blushed when she introduced herself. she literally just told you her name and you were redder than euijoo’s hair.’
jo sighed.
‘alright, maybe you’re right.’ he finally admitted, a hand running through his hair in an anxious motion. ‘it won’t work out anyways. i can’t- i don’t know how to talk to her. yeah, i’ve had crushes before, but this feels… different.’
yuma’s smile faltered for a few seconds — turning into something more serious, eyes scanning his best friend’s face with perfect focus, almost as if he was trying to read his emotions, get inside his brain. it didn’t last long, though: sooner rather than later he was back to his usual relaxed position, back leaning against the wall behind him, a grin pulling at his lips.
‘don’t you worry about a single thing, my dear friend.’ he said, voice laced with a hint of something jo couldn’t quite decipher. mischief, humour maybe. ‘i’ll gladly help you ask her out if that means not having to see your rather pathetic attempts at chatting her up any longer.’
‘were they really that bad?’ jo asked quietly, covering his face with his hands, elbows propped on the table.
‘not the worst i’ve seen, but certainly in the bottom tier.’ yuma admitted. ‘but look at the bright side! you have me as a friend — i’ll make sure that everything works out in the end.’
jo’s blind trust in yuma might’ve as well ended up being the death of him one day.
small hangout, he said. only the friend group and you, he said. what an absolute liar he was.
yuma’s apartment was filled to the brim — overflowing with people, music buzzing in jo’s ears, the limited amount of personal space making him feel slightly uneasy. he remembered what his best friend said about ‘having to get out of his comfort zone’, and yet he still didn’t expect to be thrown into deep waters like this. so many faces he didn’t recognise, so many unpredictable situations that could’ve occurred, and no corner to hide himself in from the crowd, the loudness and the absolute hell of a dance floor in the middle of yuma’s living room.
little did he know, it was all part of his best friend’s plan.
jo searched around for any faces that seemed familiar, preferably his best friend’s, when his eyes landed on you — standing in the kitchen area, back leaning against the counter and a can in your hand as you talked with the host of the party, the one who jo was trying to find mere seconds ago.
he saw the way you smiled at something yuma said and he swore his heart melted right then and there: your smile so beautiful and radiant he wanted to engrave it inside his mind and let it stay there forever. he didn’t even realise when his legs started moving in your direction — steps slow and careful, maneuvering around the crowd of people with true skill and determination only someone who hates interacting with strangers could possess.
yuma noticed his best friend in the corner of his vision and chuckled at the sight of jo’s awkward journey through the multitude of drunken individuals — waving him over to join him and you in your conversation, a grin on his face when jo finally managed to get through to the two of you.
‘enjoying the party?’ he asked almost teasingly, knowing almost too well that the answer was written all over jo’s face. he couldn’t help but let out a laugh when he saw jo shaking his head.
‘it’s, uh, it’s fine.’ he said, voice barely audible because of the loud music. his eyes drifted to your face for just a split second — and yet he looked back just as fast when he noticed you had already been staring at him. ‘just, a little um, too loud. yeah.’
‘yeah, i agree.’ you added, putting the half empty can down on the counter. ‘i’m surprised you managed to fit so many people in here.’
‘i have my ways.’ yuma answered, a grin plastered to his face as he finished his drink. ‘but alas, we have a problem. a huge, ginormous one, if i do say so myself.’
both you and jo looked at him with the exact same expression — brows furrowed in confusion, heads tilted slightly to the side. yuma chuckled under his breath at the sight.
‘we’re running out of alcohol. snacks, too.’
‘that seems like the hosts problem.’ jo mumbled, voice quiet. and yet both you and yuma heard it somehow - his best friend shooting him a glare while you giggled quietly at his remark.
you giggled. at something he said. and in that moment asakura jo felt like that was the greatest thing that has ever happened to him — his biggest triumph, an achievement he could be proud of forever.
yuma broke his quiet celebration with a cough, seemingly clearing his throat.
‘it is in fact your problem as well, my dear jojo.’ he said dramatically, poking jo’s arm in an almost cat-like manner. ‘wanna know why?’
‘no.’
‘because you, my trusted friend, my right hand, my second in command, my future best man, will be given the task of restocking my fridge with beer.’
‘you didn’t have to use so many… titles.’ jo said, looking as miserable as ever upon hearing his friend’s words. and yet, after pondering on the idea for a while longer, he realised this could actually be a perfect opportunity for him. a perfect opportunity to leave the crowded apartment and get some alone time to recharge his batteries before having to come back to this absolute hellhole.
his eyes met with yuma’s for just a second before he sighed, agreeing to his friend’s request.
‘oh, one more thing.’ yuma added before jo was able to leave, and by the smile plastered to his face he knew that his best friend was about to say something he could suffer the consequences of pretty soon.
‘take someone with you. might be hard carrying all the bags by yourself.’
jo’s initial reaction was to groan and mumble something about how he can do it himself, no help needed. he wanted to say he’s good on his own and leave the apartment as soon as humanly possible, getting to experience the peace and quiet and the fresh air the outside could provide him with. alone. no people in sight, no unnecessary interactions.
‘i can help you, if you want.’ you said over the loud music, and all of a sudden jo was nodding profusely, the sight greatly humoring his best friend as he agreed almost instantly.
‘perfect.’ yuma muttered to himself quietly, eyes scanning as yours and jo’s figures disappeared into the crowd, heading for the exit to the apartment.
his plan was going well — but from that moment on, everything was in jo’s hands.
you noticed the way jo’s posture shifted the moment he stepped outside the building — finally taking in a deep breath, the fresh air filling his lungs as his muscles loosened up, visibly more comfortable without the crowds invading his personal space.
‘not a fan of parties, huh?’ you asked, a small smile on your face as you walked, pace matching his despite his limbs being much longer. jo nodded, a soft hum escaping his lips, hands in his pockets as his gaze landed on you for a quick second before looking away. you didn’t mind his quietness at all — in fact, it made you feel more at ease, more… comfortable. familiar somehow, too. even though you hadn’t known him well at all, his silence felt cozy in the same way a warm blanket feels on an autumn rainy evening.
the night sky illuminated his face with a gentle light, features glowing in the moonlight. you noticed them ever since you first met him — his face must’ve been sculpted by angels themselves for it to look this perfect. you let your gaze linger on him as you walked: eyes tracing his sharp jawline, the way his chest rose and fell with each breath, the pinkish shade of his lips, a pair of the kindest looking eyes you’ve ever seen.
a pair of eyes which was, in fact, staring right back at you.
you could feel your face heat up, praying that the dim lights of the stars and the moon weren’t enough for him to see the pinkish shade of your cheeks, the colour deepening with each passing second. thankfully for you and your embarrassment of getting caught, you noticed the store in front of you, legs speeding up the pace of your walk immediately almost as if they were closing in a few minutes — a poor attempt at hiding your flustered state, and yet it somehow worked.
jo caught up to you inside the store — the sudden contrast of the bright, pale white lights inside the supermarket hurting his eyes at first before he managed to adjust to them. his phone buzzed in his pocket and he instinctively reached to check the notification walking up to your figure already standing at the alcohol aisle.
he stopped in his tracks before he reached you.
a notification from yuma. a single message from his best friend.
‘fuma brought us drinks so you don’t need to get any, dw. enjoy some alone time with your crush, coward ;3’
‘oh.’ he uttered quietly, the message staring right back at him from the phone screen. and then it clicked.
it was all part of yuma’s plan to get him to finally confess — jo couldn’t help but shake his head in disbelief at how he hasn’t figured it out earlier. but then again, maybe it was due to the fact that his mind was currently occupied entirely by you; and has been for quite some time by now, making his senses duller when it came to his best friend’s antics and schemes.
‘did something happen?’ your voice tore jo out of his thoughts, eyes dropping to your face as you suddenly appeared in front of him, brows furrowed in a worried expression. ‘you stopped in your tracks all of a sudden.’
his lips curved up in a small smile, fingers threading through his hair as he exhaled with a sigh.
‘oh, it’s nothing. just a text from yuma.’ he explained, trying to seem unaffected — and yet his expression betrayed him.
‘just… a text?’ you questioned, looking at him with curiosity. jo sighed once more.
‘he doesn’t need us to buy the alcohol anymore.’ his voice was quiet, much closer to a murmur than anything else, laced with a hint of something resembling disappointment — as if the information given to him by his best friend meant you’d soon come back to the party and his time with you would be over.
you smiled, lips curving up in a way which made jo’s breath hitch in his throat for a second — then let out the most beautiful laugh he’s ever heard.
‘oh thank god.’ you stated, letting out a breath of relief. ‘that means we don’t have to go back there, right?’
‘what?’
‘we can go somewhere else instead of back to the party, because we have no obligations of bringing in alcohol for the rest of these drunkards.’ you explained, voice with a newfound hint of excitement. ‘unless you want to go back there, of course.’
asakura jo has never shook his head faster.
‘absolutely not.’ he murmured, still shaking his head as he did so. ‘do you, um, have something in mind? something else we could do.’
‘i do, in fact.’ you smiled, taking a step towards him, your hand reaching out to grab his. although a little frazzled at first, he complied with a smile on his face — letting you drag him to wherever you wanted to go without even knowing the direction you were heading in, without any knowledge about the destination or the plans you had in mind. it was different than what he would usually do — different from his routine, his perfectly curated bubble of quiet aloneness. and yet with you, like this, different felt good.
the night sky was perfectly clear, not a cloud in sight as you stepped outside, your fingers intertwined with jo’s as you led him towards a small hill in the park close to the store, a local favorite for kids in winter. and yet at this time, on a warm spring night, it was perfectly empty — only you and jo remaining as the night sky hovered above you, stars a beautiful artwork for you to admire in the peace and quiet this place provided.
you sat down on the grass and jo followed right after, allowing himself the courage of sitting right next to you, leaving little to no space in between — just enough for you to move away if need be, and yet close enough that he could feel the warmth radiating off of the side of your body. he sat there in perfect silence as you gazed up at the stars with a smile on your face: the brightest smile jo has ever seen, one which shone so hard that even the sun itself was jealous of the sheer power and beauty it held.
‘can i?’ you uttered, body relaxing slightly as you leaned closer to jo. he could only nod in response — a smile on your face as you noticed his answer, head resting on his shoulder as you scooted up closer to him. your gaze still focused on the stars above you, eyes tracing every constellation almost as if you’d stared up at them millions of times and knew them by heart.
and yet jo didn’t look up even once — not when the real star was right there beside him, with her head on his shoulder and a dreamy look in her eyes.
‘the moon is beautiful, isn’t it?’ you mumbled. jo nodded, muttering a quiet ‘yes’ in response.
but his eyes stayed on you.
he wanted to speak up — wanted to say something about his feelings, about how he’d love to take you out if you’d allow him to, how he’d do anything just to get a chance — and yet he felt the moment was too perfect to ruin it by interrupting the silence between you. so he left it unsaid. having you so close to him was enough to make him happy, even if it meant his feelings would stay hidden for just a little while longer. but he didn’t mind waiting, not even in the slightest. he’d do it all one day, at his own pace, on his own conditions.
izzy806
gummygunk
discoholicmusic
2087
vaporwave
annaxmalina
