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@mmjaehyun
bridge burn
mmserin:
“okay.” what else was she supposed to say to that? screw you. you’re dumb? not how she operates. not even the level of closeness they’re at at the moment. instead, serin allows silence to hang between them, doesn’t hide the frown on her lips. absently wondering what her body needed his opinion for. but it’s better to shut up, at least, she knows jaehyun well enough to let this ride through. interrupting him wouldn’t change anything but escalate things.
“i am—i—” she squeaks at the push, nose crinkling in distaste. “i’m just trying to get my original weight back, it’s not that big of a deal.” it is actually. but let’s not comment too much on it. for the sake of well—not getting lectured again.
“that’s very rude.” she huffs, shifting to trap his foot between her ankles. “i don’t think i like your definition of funny.” whatever it may be. she’s not sure. the thought process skips from one beat to another entirely. notes the sudden lack of distance between them, the stir in her chest, and promptly dismisses it for what it is. wistful thinking.
“uh, yes, i’m hoping to see an occamy! i hear there’s a nest nearby…” her fingers work with unwrapping the licorice wand, rambling off the top of her head. “but then we’ll have to be super careful since they’re territorial but that’s the fun part—oh, and then shopping, of course—i wanna see what kind of books they have on erklings,” serin shifts in her seat, eyes shining and lips wide with excitement already, “what about you?”
her hand lifts then, pressing the wand against his lower lip. “eat it.” a pause. lips puckering slightly in contemplation. then, a tiny nod. as if finally coming to an agreement with herself. “just half.”
that’ll be like what, 5 calories then? that’s okay right?
quirking a brow, jaehyun gives her a curious look. “you probably already know this,” some laughter. “but even if there really is a nest nearby, it’ll undoubtedly be protected under the law. and you know, hypothetically, if we were to break the law and try to see it anyway, they could kill us.” then, a cough. “isn’t it also laying season or something? yeah, so never mind what i said earlier. they will kill us.”
“i’m thinking more of like, uh, visiting that herbology shop so i can get more stuff to brew some more psychoactive potions, and getting some new books, and drinking butterbeer, and sitting by the lake when the sun sets. you know, normal stuff.” jaehyun’s been trying to leave all the lawlessness and the rule-breaking and the reckless endangerment that defined his years at yosul behind him. that kind of energy was just too chaotic: he’s too old for that now.
when she proffers, he bites. the licorice, of course. because he knows exactly what she’s up to, jaehyun lets it rest on his lips for a moment, staring dead straight ahead at her, before deciding not to make a fuss and parting his lips for a bite. “finish it serin. i got it for you.”
when the train comes to a stop and the conductor announces their arrival, he flashes her a playful smile, stuffing the rest of the snacks into his backpack and standing quickly.
when they’re off the train, he slows his steps, swivels around on his heels and looks down at her face. it’s sunny outside; there’s a modest breeze. “so... where do you wanna go first?” he slips his hands into the pockets of his jeans. “if you say the occamy nest, i’m going to have to take a massive shit out of sheer disbelief and defeat first.”
@mmjaehyun
absolutely ridiculous.
a year is a long time. long enough for her to learn, grow up, and get over herself. and him. and whatever this is that makes her feel like she’s gonna fall out of her chair the moment jaehyun walks through the door. it’s been a whole year since last (if you can even call it last, stealing glances and awkward politeness on her end.) and she can’t imagine that he isn’t wondering why she would ask to meet him like this.
so, to say things have gone awry already is an understatement. meihua tells herself again and again that she just has to see this through, drink her tea and nod along. it’s not like she’d expect jaehyun to do anything but go easy on her, keep his distance and be disgustingly polite about the whole thing. exactly what she should want, just great.
the door bell chimes, the door to the café opens and then falls back to a close. she catches a glimpse of him across the room, and for a moment considers if it’ll be better to ignore him or call him over. neither seems appealing, to be honest.
meihua sighs, puts on her bravest smile, and settles on a wave instead. not too commanding, nor uncharacteristically uninvolved. she only has to play herself, not the role of someone she isn’t — someone who wouldn’t care either way (obviously she does.)
yikes, he hopes it’s not weird that he still hangs around girls from yosul that he’s got a good four or five years on. on his way to meet with meihua, he chuckles to himself. do people look at me and think that’s weird? maybe, but his relationship with meihua is an anomaly regardless. when he tries to remember their common interests, his mind turns up blank. as for their mutual friends? he’s not really that close with them anymore.
in the year of his absence, he wonders how much, if anything, has changed. meihua, in particular, seemed very much like a bud when he last left her and everyone else. it’s gotta be something important if she’s hitting him up like this. he isn’t one to refuse.
jaehyun swings open the door; his eyes quickly scan the vicinity for her face. when his eyes lock on hers, he grins and performs a friendly salute, then does a little jog over to the table she’s seated at. a hug seems inappropriate, so he pulls out the chair across from her, seats himself, and relaxes into the wooden frame of the seat with a sigh.
“this place is nice. never been here before. do they do magical drinks here too or is it just like one of those wizarding cafes that only have maeobsa drinks and shit?” this time, a smile that’s a little bit more emphatic than a grin. it lights up his entire face. “how’ve you been? how’s school? heard you’re on the student council now.”
@mmhaewon
he rolls his eyes, picks up a wing from their shared plate of chicken and sinks his teeth into it. probably on purpose, jaehyun doesn’t even finish chewing before he opens his mouth to speak again. “i’m SORRY that you HAD to find my secret stash of erectile dysfunction potions,” he tries to smother the rising laughter in his throat. “but dude, c’mon, just one bottle of that stuff sells for so much. and it’s so easy to make.”
jaehyun gives her foot a light kick. “hey, are you listening to me? i saw that maeobsa viagra stuff at a convenience store and wondered if there was an equivalent for us — and there isn’t! so i did a little bit of reading. there’s a huge market for recreational erectile potions that actually work. i can’t believe no one mass produces this crap yet. until then, i’m going to keep making big bucks off of this stuff. you know i don’t like my mom paying for my shit anymore.”
wiping his hands with a napkin, he gives her a somewhat sheepish look. “anyway, it’s your fault for snooping through my stuff.“
yada yada
mmharin:
☾
it’s odd. peculiar how things fall into place. how easy it is for lee harin to walk away and yoon jaehyun to follow. trail behind her tail with a winning smile and the positive force of the sun (not that she ever even asked for it). she’s never asked for any of this at all. not that he cared. but that’s normal. most men don’t care.
“congratulations.” she retorts just as quick, tone equally as flat. there’s no particular way or reason behind it. why he follows her (or maybe he has answered and it’d never seem good enough) and why she hates him so (why wouldn’t she? in the face of something so opposite of herself). as far as harin’s concerned, it’s been that way since—however long. a gradual antagonizing play of push and pull.
“yes, but a familiar face is not the same as a friendly face. i’m sure you have better company somewhere waiting.” harin replies pointedly, eyes lifting to meet his at his words. finding for the first time since their reunion, the slightest pause that takes to her. slightest shift in the gameplay here. a forked path up ahead or something like that. and the hyeon mu could guess from the glint in his eye that he knew fully well what the verdict was. annoying. boys are always so damn annoying. grates on her nerves to a fault that she doesn’t want to admit to a fact they both know to be true.
great. what now?
“i’m heading out, not back to the dorms.” read carefully now. it’s not a no. or a fuck off. “i don’t care what you do.” bratty. she knows it. doesn’t care too much to elaborate otherwise. instead, takes a careful step to the right to bypass him, heading for the exit.
the words aren’t even done coming out of her mouth when jaehyun begins to furrow his brow, partly in confusion but largely in concern. in an unforeseen outburst of confidence — better yet, a lack of fear — he steps in front of her, stops her in her tracks.
“hey, no, like, i’m not about to stunt on you if you don’t want me to. you can’t say ‘i’m sure you have better company somewhere waiting’ blah blah blah,” he smiles, teasing her. “and then say ‘i don’t care what you do’ two seconds later.” one hand gripping the spin of his book, the other slipping loosely into his pocket, jaehyun appears more candid and upright than ever. “like i said, i’m kind of... straight up asking you if you want to catch up?”
he smiles awkwardly (it’s more of a simper than anything else). “if not, then that’s totally cool. i don’t care much for beating around the bush though. i’m just trying to maintain and cultivate the relationships that i have for as long as possible. that kind of thing is important to me.”
yikes. am i being too wordy right now? he scratches the back of his head, looks down furtively into her eyes.
When I look up, I see people cashing in. I don’t see heaven or saints or angels. I see people cashing in on every decent impulse and every human tragedy.
Joseph Heller, Catch-22 (as said by Yossarian)
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@mmhyena
should i have worn the three piece suit instead? no — definitely not, that would’ve been overdoing it. sitting with rather exemplary posture in the waiting room outside of her office, he peers down at his tailored blue suit, pocket square folded neatly into the breast of his jacket.
wait, fuck, should i lose the necktie now? merlin, this is your last chance jaehyun, make a decision! nervously, he peers around the vicinity; are most of these people wearing ties? no — he goes with no, i’ll keep it on. it’s formal, a big job and a massive opportunity. maybe she’ll take him more seriously if he’s wearing the tie.
he pinches his temple, glances at his watch. 10:20 AM. the thought of being interviewed by the darling celebrity of the wizarding law world makes him want to vomit, so he lets his lids close over his eyes, takes a couple of deep breaths. the sounds of the door to her office swinging open snaps him back into reality. the previous interviewee walks out. jaehyun turns his head to catch a glimpse of her face; she looks satisfied. maybe even... delighted?
fuck me, how am i supposed to follow that good of an interview?!
”jaehyun, she’s ready for you.” a smile from her assistant. he does his best to return it even with his heart nearly beating out of his chest.
then, it’s like a switch in him flips. survival mode. his voice is strong and steady. “hi, i’m jaehyun. i believe we’ve met before.” he extends his hand for a handshake.
it takes two
@mmhanbin
“oh fuck,” wincing, jaehyun presses his palm to his head, which now feels very much as if it’s pulsating along with each and every one of his heartbeats.
yep, it truly is his unlucky day. a troll stumbling upon the courtyard of campus is an extremely unlikely episode. its encounter with first-years, of all the god damn years, is even more unfortunate. jaehyun couldn’t just hide. luckily, he was able to knock it out with not one but five incantations of stupefy (trolls really are too big for their own good). on the less than fortuitous side, he wasn’t able to do so before getting thwacked heavily in the head by one of the troll’s fists. jaehyun still remembers the immediate ringing in his ears that ensued, then the empathic groans from the sixteen-year-olds standing behind him.
three knocks in quick succession on hanbin’s door. each of them sounds louder than they should be.
when the door swings open, and he finally stands before his hyung, the tone of his skin is sickly; around his eyes, veins begin to become more apparent where they weren’t before. there’s a pretty good amount of dried blood smeared on his face. “hyung, i think i broke my nose. and maybe i also have a concussion.” a pause. he gulps, then turns to the side. a little bit of vomit pours from his lips. well, there goes my dinner.
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mmserin:
she never does anything premeditated anymore. or. okay, not like this. purposely taking routes avoiding her usual favorite food stalls is premeditated. spilling her drink in front of a cute boy is premeditated. this? following yoon jaehyun to a neighboring village early morning? this is more of a on a whim thing. a sure, i’ll go wherever you go thing.
it’s not like she minds, anyway. after a year abroad, staying stagnant in one place is—boring. drab. uninspired. just like watching paint dry. and she had lost so much time already, considering she still hasn’t graduated.
“heeey.” her tone carries a small whine, watching while he sits opposite of her. she leans forward then, setting her phone down (2048 can wait) to fold her arms over each other, chin resting on top. whatever bit of irritation dissipated, instead, serin fixates on the sweets on the table with a quiet gulp. tempting. but she’s nowhere near her goal weight.
“you’re soooo not being fair right now,” she makes a noise at his tongue. gross. ugh, boys. “i can’t, i don’t want to break my streak—i’ve been doing so good, you know, i even walked around campus after dinner the other day. i’m trying to make that into a thing and everything.” serin explains to maybe deaf ears, fingers picking through the assortment of sweets despite herself. “how many calories is in a licorice wand anyway?”
7? 10? it can’t be that much right?
his laugh catches her ears before she makes a decision (let’s not fool anyone though, her fingers are already wrapped around one). eyes turning up to meet his with a tiny frown. “are you laughing at me, yoon jaehyun?” her legs shift under the table, kicking at his shoe lightly.
“that’s so dumb,” he blurts the syllables out without much care or thought. in the several seconds of silence that ensue, jaehyun regrets being that harsh. for some reason, the thought of serin, who looks literally perfect the way she is, wanting to conform to a different standard for merlin knows what reason is irritating to him. a deep breath, then he opens his mouth once more: “what i mean is, like, your motivation for losing weight or whatever seems incredibly extrinsically motivated—”
ugh, he’s getting preachy again. jaehyun cuts himself short, shakes his head.
okay. third try. “so... what i actually mean is you have complete autonomy over your body. i just want to make sure you’re giving this—” he palms her forehead, playfully pushes it back. “—as much attention as you do your weight.” please don’t hit me.
“and so what if i’m laughing at you?” a flirtatious kick is returned. “you’re a funny person.” he smiles his impish smile and it lights up his face. then, jaehyun leans his elbow on the table, rests his chin in his palm in some strange, sudden bout of lethargy. honest eyes examine serin’s face: the curve of her nose, the color of her lips. he hasn’t really looked at her in a long time.
a cough. he clears his throat. “anyway, we’re almost there. anything in particular you’re looking forward to?”
@mmyuanlan
"so... it turns out that some counter-curses can actually be pretty easy.” swiftly, he pulls his wand out of his pocket. “out of the three dark charms, we know that curses are the worst in severity. let’s practice how well you know your counter-curses. stand up and try it now.”
jaehyun flips to the next section of the Curses and Counter-Curses textbook before pushing back the kitchen stool and letting his legs touch the ground. they face each other, standing almost exactly two feet apart. when he peers down at her, he can’t help but notice her features are strangely... cute? almost mesmerizing. but back to more pressing matters.
there’s a single light dangling above them, glowing a dim yellow. the atmosphere is irreparably quiet, existing in stark contrast to the absolute high that jaehyun typically experiences when he gets to talk about anything related to dark magic or the dark arts. he wonders (worries) if yuanlan feels the same.
“alright, so, i’m going to cast a really harmless curse on you right now, and you’re going to practice performing a counter-curse to reverse the spell. super easy — you’ve definitely done this before, probably as a kid.” he laughs, holds up his wand. “whatever you do, make sure that you don’t break eye contact with me.”
silence, then the slight of a friendly smile. “locomotor wibbly.” the jelly-legs curse.
bridge burn
@mmserin
he slides open the door of the carriage compartment, knocks her gently on the side of her head with his knuckle. when he slumps into the seat across from her, there’s a visibly playful, boyish smile on his lips. “want some?” from the inner pocket of his jacket emerges an assortment of toffee, rice fire-crackers, liquorice wands, and of course, bertie bott's every flavor beans. well, whaddayaknow? now sold internationally.
“the cart was passing by,” he remarks, referring to his trip to the restroom. “i had to get some. i hope you’re not still trying to lose that bullshit weight because this shit is daaank.” jaehyun opens his mouth to show serin the toffee he’s been chewing before sliding the snacks across the table towards her.
outside, soft morning sunlight shines through the window of the train. there’s a faint, warm glow to his eyes (probably, due to the sunlight, or something). they’re visiting a wizarding village just outside of seoul today, at jaehyun’s behest. his mom always tells him not to put himself in situations that could make him anxious (on account of the panic attacks two or three years back and all), but here he is hanging around with serin, whose ‘i think we should see other people’ five years ago made everything seem so much worse at the time.
now, when he looks at her, and how her hair looks under the sunlight, he can only think of how obtuse they were back then.
and maybe, still a little bit now. especially serin. jaehyun lets that thought pass through his head before stifling quiet, breathy laughter.
SPOTTED ON WIZTAGRAM! as an extended family member of the moons, jaehyun keeps a relatively high public profile. he doesn’t seem to give that much of a crap about it, though.
3 days ago — out here supporting the baby bro and other dongsaengs 😎 july 10 — love me a maeobsa museum #edgy #eboy june 7 — tried making pasta tonight may 1 — twenty-four april 26 — we went outside today april 8 — japan, USA, brazil, scotland, france, norway, russia, and uganda. i think that i feel pretty small now.
mmhaewon:
if only clothes could apparate. or materialize with several heavy-handed stirs and a concoction of herbs (but alas, the wizarding world has other more pressing matters at hand, which is honestly such a bummer).
( 💬: veggie tales 오빠 ) to think our friendship isn’t enough for u to spare a couple minutes ( 💬: veggie tales 오빠 ) i thought i was ur favorite dongsaeng!!! (#`皿´)
for the time being, haewon takes refuge in the common area– not like baek ho’s isn’t normally crawling with sweaty athletes. out of the corner of her eye, she spots one of the second years throwing furtive glances towards the hallway, duffel bag at her feet. they really ought to install more showers in the communal bathrooms.
( 💬: veggie tales 오빠 ) ㄱ__ㄱ now is not the time to make jokes in bad humor ( 💬: veggie tales 오빠 ) i may have misplaced.. . everything…that i own HELPPP
asking for a change of clothes is a piece of cake. borrowing someone else’s underwear, on the other hand, is a big no-no. she should really feel more apologetic for making jaehyun go out of his way, but the idea of lurking around in public in her current state sounds far less appealing. at least she isn’t asking for anything drastic, like a human sacrifice or worse yet, unsolicited pictures.
( 💬: veggie tales 오빠 ) (img) ( 💬: veggie tales 오빠 ) i’ll treat u out next time!!! thank u i love u 뿌잉뿌잉
the unwilling slight of a smile spreads across his lips when he sees the image. haewon’s energy is so chaotic, he thinks; is everyone in baek ho just a crackhead or what?
[ txt ↪ boob ] 1. i have many dongsaengs. ur probably like #3 to be honest [ txt ↪ boob ] 2. i wasn’t joking, really thought u might’ve pissed urself [ txt ↪ boob ] 3. very in character for u to lose all of ur clothing [ txt ↪ boob ] 4. (attachment1), (attachment2), (attachment3)
jaehyun is already at the entrance of changdeokgung and rounding the street corner when he sends his last text to her. he really wishes he could just apparate into the dressing room and avoid the whole summer-heat-sweaty-armpits thing, but the risk of suddenly appearing before maeobsa people runs too high. thus, like the commoner he appears to be, jaehyun speedily strolls to the boutique nearby.
fortunately, it’s cool inside. thank god for maeobsa air conditioning.
[ txt ↪ boob ] what kind do you want [ txt ↪ boob ] there’s one that’s printed so that it looks like jean cutoff shorts except in underwear form [ txt ↪ boob ] there’s also one that says “lick it before you stick it” on the front and a picture of a cat on the back [ txt ↪ boob ] and then one that says “yes, daddy?” in a cool flame font [ txt ↪ boob ] so yeah those are the only three options i’m giving you
as the young folks say, it be like that sometimes @mmjaehyun
it’s practically the law of human nature to take things for granted. an especially sunny day? could be cooler, how’m i supposed to play quidditch when i’m drenched three layers down? perfect score? anything but and i’d be six feet under. fresh out of underwear?…well, there’s no way to resolve that one with words alone.
but let’s backtrack, shall we?
haewon’s thighs are burning by the time she plants her feet on the ground, the weather a lukewarm 32°C, which is to say that she’s not looking– or smelling– her best. the trek home is pure, sweaty torture but she’d left her laundry running just before practice. which in hindsight is a terrible idea, though the thought doesn’t occur to her until she’s frantically prying open every single unmanned washing machine in hopes of finding the only batch of clothes she’d bothered to bring to school.
…desperate times call for desperate measures.
( 💬: veggie tales 오빠 ) soooooooooo u know that one time i made u come buy *ndies w me ( 💬: veggie tales 오빠 ) i kno ur on ur lunch break can u do me a favor n buy like…..1 or 2 from that shop…👉👈
taking shelter from the unforgiving summer sun, jaehyun sits under the shade in yosul’s main courtyard and enjoys a (sloppily) packed lunch. the dude’s got two whole ass pieces of kimbap in his mouth — one in either side of his cheeks — when he feels his phone vibrate in his back pocket. that’s... a strange request.
[ txt ↪ boob ] why are u asking me to do this [ txt ↪ boob ] i have things to do too
a heavy bead of sweat runs down the length of jaehyun’s temple. he studies her messages carefully before slipping it back into his pocket.
and then pulling it out again.
[ txt ↪ boob ] is it quidditch practice? what happened to ur change of clothes [ txt ↪ boob ] u can’t just deal with it? did u piss yourself or something [ txt ↪ boob ] why can’t i jsut break into your place and get your shit [ txt ↪ boob ] if i buy you your *nderwear will you pay me back [ txt ↪ boob ] i have class again in an hour dummy
in utter defeat, he’s already packing up his books and things, stuffing them haphazardly into his bag, knowing very well that haewon is asking him to subject himself to the onerous labor of walking on the street (all the way to the shop, then all the way to wherever this damn girl is) in uncomfortable, wet, hot heat and choosing to do so anyway. grimacing when he stands, jaehyun pushes his hair back, the tips wet with sweat.
mmjungmi:
his voice. he answered ! she rushes out a smile that’s equally thankful, nervous and ashamed ( that he can’t even see ) the festering silence didn’t even bother her because he answered and she doesn’t remember the last time she had someone she could so keenly rely on that wasn’t choa ( and choa was gone right now ) his tone and the words are water over oil, she’s used to that particular question. her eyelashes fluttering in a gentle sigh.
maaaaabye what if i’m at the police station ? would you totally kill me if i was at the police station ? ( sigh ) i was trying to get into a met. i had a ticket but they thought it was forged. ha…isn’t that funny ? ( the laugh is a little too nervous but she’s not trying hard to sell herself, instead her voice becomes a gentle whine ) i’m fine by the way i just, maybe i’ll owe you everything forever if you save me?
they said i can go home if someone gets me, if not i have to sleep in the cell again. ( it would be dishonest if she said she didn’t just want it to be him, specifically, the only friend she knew that wouldn’t make her embarrassed or uncomfortable ) i’ll owe you, seriously. anything!
wow, classic jungmi, isn’t it? magical law enforcement must know her name by now, seeing her around so often. you’d think they’d let her off the hook for something as trivial as this. do they really not have enough to do down there that they’re arresting journalists now? maybe it’s the new class they just hired. whatever it is, jaehyun tries not to let it irk him. he shuts the door behind him, locks it with his right hand, phone held up to his ear with his left.
uh, i don’t know what a met is, but if you got arrested for that then i assume it’s some high-profile-wack-ass-important wizard shit. ( he shakes his head, muted laughter escaping in a breath. ) well, i’m on my way now. i’ll be there in twenty. and, ( a brief pause. ) i’ll take you up on that offer — you’re getting me a meal.
beep is the end of the call. swiftly, he slips his phone into his pocket and pulls his hood over his head. hops onto his stupid bike and heads towards the concealed wizarding area downtown.
when he’s finally at the office of law enforcement patrol, he spots jungmi through the window. she looks the same — always with a spark in her eye. before opening the door, he throws her a brief salute.
“i’m picking up kwak jungmi,” jaehyun mutters to the front desk, pulling his hood further over his face (he’d be caught dead if the moons found out he was harboring the exact journalist digging up dirt on the most powerful wizarding families). “if i could just sign wherever i need to sign and we could get going, that’d be amazing.”
buzzin
mmyun:
it’s nice to have a rare, calm day. he spends it in a t-shirt and sweatpants, a record spinning peacefully in the living room. little chores are enough to keep him occupied. he dusts and reorganizes and feeds the mandrakes and gives little taizi a well-deserved bath. he cooks a dinner large enough for a family and packs away the leftovers to bring as lunch to school over the next week. it’s a good day, and yun definitely needed some time in isolation after everything that’s been happening around him. a breather, to center himself and refocus on what’s important. so when there’s a knock on his door, yun’s in a much better place to greet whoever’s on the other side.
he shouldn’t be surprised to see jaehyun. his sunbae has been living in the same building for a month or two now, and it’s not surprising to see him coming in or out. but the fact that he’s actually at yun’s door has him breaking into a bright grin. jaehyun is uncomplicated, and even pleasant to be around. he can’t think of a better person to bring into his zen day.
“i wouldn’t feel like such a lightweight if i didn’t have hyungs pressuring me to drink,” he teases. “and yes, i ate. are you finally getting to unpacking?” he’ll have to remember to bring his wand along with him, though he usually doesn’t leave the house without it regardless. “hyung, if you’re hungry i could bring some leftovers over. i made pork belly for dinner and it turned out surprisingly well.”
“i’d love some pork belly: that sounds amazing. i’ve been eating out way too much... rich people problems,” he jokes. “and, maybe listen to your hyungs? the only way you get better at drinking is if you do it more often, you know.” an indistinct pause, followed by a muted chuckle that he lets escape his lips. in true wicked fashion, jaehyun loves observing inebriated people; yun seems like the best to watch. he can’t wait for him to sink (just two or three drinks in, he’s betting?).
but more on that later.
“anyway, as you can tell, i’m lazy and still haven’t unpacked for some reason,” it’s half of a lie — maybe even just a quarter of one. regardless, what he says isn’t entirely true. jaehyun knows exactly why he hasn’t unpacked. but anyway, what good is having the kid as a neighbor if he can’t help out his hyung every once in a while? “so, yeah, come do it with me. it’ll be fun. we’ll try out the levitation charm on basically everything. maybe bring that record over too — what is that you’re listening to now?”