SMS: am I? Did you just decided that for me? you’re not the boss of me!
SMS: ㅋㅋㅋ you know i’m kidding ahh what time do you want me over??
SMS: can I sleep over? I have a recording at noon tomorrow I promise I’ll make myself small in your bed ㅋ ㅋ ㅋ
msg : nah, we both decided on this, remember? that one night where you were pretty out of it, sleeping as soundly as a baby and you said yes when i told you to pass by tonight?
msg : i am no boss, but i have my ways.
msg : anytime, just not too late, the streets aren’t all safe you know.
msg : you can sleep over, you can stay till the morning, till tomorrow, you can take all the space in the bed. even use me as a mattress. i am not as soft but i’ll do a good job right?
I apologize for the delay, but since I was out of the country my gift giving had to be put on hold. I don’t do a lot of it.
I wasn’t sure of what a person who plays video games regularly requires, so I did a little bit of research. Since you also like art it would be wise to take care of your wrists so I purchased this armrest to be used at a desk. I’m not sure if you play PC games or not but I figured regardless it would useful and provide support. I read that often people who play games or work in offices regularly find that they have wrist and hand issues. I hope this helps you.
I have also included some sweets I acquired on my trip.
I wish you a belated merry Christmas,
Oh Sehun
Package Contents:
Adjustable computer armrest & A bag of Kopiko
She reads the note with enthusiasm, or rather it’s more of a letter than a note. The mailbox wouldn’t just deliver notes right? Now that’s an idea in her head now she wants to try to see if it would work. But back to the note–letter. It’s actually well put together like how she thinks Sehun probably is, if he’s some kind of serial killer behind the scenes well Haeri would never see it coming is what she means by she thinks he’s well put together. It’s thoughtful though, she appreciates. It being late? Doesn’t bother her in the slightest bit, better late than never right? She’s sure his own gift from her will be waiting–have been waiting for awhile now since it seems he just got back from a trip.
Then came the gift, that she opened before she read the letter and yes, she’s using this. She’s so using this for the rest of her life. If she even sits at her desktop, considering she likes gaming lying down or back bent because it helps with the flow of things as she likes to explain when her mom reprimands her for her position. Oh right, she has to send thanks. “Phone, phone, phone.”
msg : heeey hope you had an awesome trip, and this, this is the best gift ever, i am gonna hope you like yours too whenever you find it all between all that mail!!
msg : thank you for this and belated merry christmas to you too man, i’ll make sure to tell mom you gave me sweets when she asks me why i can’t sit still at dinner tonight.
There’s a teddy bear outside her usual place of work. A huge teddy bear, wearing a chef’s hat. He’s embarrassing to say the least. That and he really had to put the sign in it’s hands clearly stating ‘property of Kim Joyeon do not touch’, right in front of the small bag snuggled in it’s lap. First things first, fixing him by the door, next? Firing up the bullhorn. “ATTENTION KIM JOYEON. I HAVE PURCHASED THIS BEAR SO NO SNOT-NOSED BRATS WILL MAKE MOVES ON YOU THIS VALENTINE’S DAY. ALSO BECAUSE YOU NEED PROTECTION IN THAT KITCHEN SOMETIMES. HAPPY BIRTHDAY LITTLE SIS. ALSO HAPPY VALENTINE’S DAY. CHEF BEAR MADE SOME CHOCOLATES! ALSO HE HAS PRESENTS.” He doesn’t mind the attention, honestly he’s used to such.
She hears the voice before she hears the commotion it brings and Joyeon would have ignored it if she hadn’t had this good of a hearing. Good enough to know who the vice belonged to and good enough to mute everything else, the laughter of the staff, the squealing of some of the female customers while she made her way to see. Seeing always gives a different take, at least one would think that. But Joyeon can imagine quite well what it is Hyungwon looks like right now and one word to describe it. Ridiculous. Does it make her smile while she gets a bit of the strawberry mix she’d smeared on her fingers in order to look proper though? Yeah it kind of does, at him and just because she’s happy. “Oppa, really? You couldn’t just wait till I get home and then be embarrassing in the night with no one to witness?” Still she chastises a little as she tilts her head looking for what he mentioned in his very so eloquent speech, an eyebrow arched as she asks, “Where are the presents, chef bear?”
Haeri glances up, from where she’s crouched, her fingers dipped in paint. Not for the usual reason which would be because she’s working. But because well–there are cans of it, dropped, spilled everywhere on the pavement and she’s trying to actually get it to close before more go to waste. She’s not upset, not at all, not even the slightest bit. Even if as soon as she felt Minnie jump and bump into her side as if she’d seen or heard a ghost, she did let out a string of curse followed closely by her usual comical whining, aggravation of the situation.
But she’s not upset, so she frowns, nose scrunching before letting out a sigh and shaking her head, “It’s nothing, just paint you know, I can get more, besides paint is meant to be used whether on the ground or on a proper surface, it’s still of use. If it was my laptop or phone or any games though then yeah, girl, you’d be in trouble, big trouble, dead kind of trouble.” She hisses slightly, manages to reach for two cans and shut them, three left to crawl after. “What scared you though? There’s nothing around us right now, no black cats of bad luck, are you okay?”
for @amnitiis
ft. haeri & jaesun
note : no thing explicit, but build up everywhere, and what else oh right yeah, things i think of at work instead of actually working.
haeri shows up at his door, like she does with everything else. unannounced, unexpected, ready to mess it all up. well not really, it’s not always her intentions. granted when she’s with jo, it’s always one hundred percent her intention. but there’s no jo and there’s nothing but her and well--two guys waiting with her too, because they carried the boxes. there was no way she was lifting all of that, she needs her stamina.
or more like she likes ordering people around sometimes and it’s nice to tell them, no don’t put that there, maybe try to walk a little faster. if you drop this box i swear i will castrate you. traumatize them and make them glare and then just laugh with them later on, pat their back, tell them that her father will handle the bill and the tips. she does push her limits sometimes. it’s no wonder she was always the one in the middle of a fight during most of her high school time.
what is a wonder is how she managed to even graduate despite the fact that she has her hand printed on the wall of the principal’s office. in ink that will never be erased, never. the woman says she keeps it in memory of the worse student she ever had to discipline. truly no one really knows what a terror she is--or can be. because most of those who stick around? they’re friends. or in jaesun case, lover?
even if he doesn’t escape it that much if she thinks about it. the guy has it tough, she’s going easy on him though right? it’s why she’s waiting and listening and then beaming when he opens the door. yes she will ignore his lost gaze, the sleepy state he seems to be in. and also how he’s narrowing his eyes at the two guys and well, grab one of the box as easily as they had done so earlier.
so what if they look at her like they could kill her right now because she explicitly told them she couldn't do it for some medical problems. whatever, “thank you guys, you were of such big help, okay jaesun, pick that up, quick, we’re building it! it’s awesome, you’ll love it.” if he doesn’t, well he better not say anything, she will sock him.
she waits for him to follow suit, she knows at least he must have caught up on her already storming in his apartment. because the door closes, she hears his footsteps too when she gets to the living room and settle on his carpet.
“what are we building?” he sounds a little suspicious, uncertain. and haeri will give him that, he knows her enough to actually understand that whatever she says is never a joke. well not entirely so. it’s nice and all to have fun and laugh, but most of the times she’s damn serious. right now she is though.
as she stands up, pushes the table out of the way, then starts attacking his couch. though she has to stop and look up at him with a frown, quickly replaced with a small grin when he helps. just like that, without hearing hr answer but he’s on it, he’s already helping her make space and it’s one of the thing she loves most about him. he just lets her do as she wishes, there’s no limit to where he wants her to go and boundaries are lines haeri loves crossing.
so not having any, it makes her lepa, makes her halt, makes her question, makes her look at him once there’s enough space and only the two boxes are sitting lone in the middle before running quickly and hopping into his arms. knowing he’ll catch her, knowing he’s laughing because she’s kissing him, knowing his grip will never fall even when she starts wiggling and acting like she wants down. but really, she’s just testing how solid he always has her up.
then she calms down, presses her forehead to his, biting a grin a way before she drops it, “we’re building a fort, a blanket fort.”
then she kisses his “what?”
and also the other, “wait.”
and the laughter before,
“better not stop because i will keep trying to talk.”
so well, it’s a long way before they get started. because haeri doesn’t like to lose and jaesun actually gives her a whole lot to fight against. too much to handle at times.
but they do get to it. it’s not as hard as it looked too. not for her at least. jaesun gets tangled in the process and she has to take pictures, phones are the best thing to have ever been invented. especially for artists who don’t carry a camera everywhere, it’s a sight is what. first he plays ghost when it happens and they laugh it off.
the second time he just stumbles and haeri’s the only one laughing when he whines and gives up. she has to persuade with a lot more than she would have wished for. but she’s happy to indulge if it means it will get him to keep going. as much strength as she knows she has in this body of hrs, the job will be well done if both of them participate.
“i’ll let you win all the ten future games we play.”
is part of the deal the next time he falls and haeri is starting to think these accidents are turning out to be more and more on purpose. but she doesn’t stop giving incentives and he doesn’t stop looking like he’s wounded every time he doesn’t get a placement right.
when it’s over with and done and the blankets are held up properly and the makeshift of a bed is there haeri is the first one to plunge in. she does, she holds the pillow and for a moment she even forgets that she’s not alone. for just a moment though because when jaesun walks in and glides towards her.
she flushes quickly and holds her hands out, palms flat on his chest because she knows that look. she knows this is a blanket fort and yes, they made a fucking bed--a fucking bedroom but, but, first thing first.
“this is not for any dirty activities, get your mind out of the gutter, i just wanted a little bubble where.” she pauses, pushes against him, “move, move, shoo, shoo let me get out.” there’s really no room for argument and she scrambles out fast before he changes his mind. who knows if she’ll be able to say no twice really. but she reaches for her discarded bag, pulls out her laptop and two nintendo before returning to find him inspecting the inside of the fort.
“pretty nice right? we make a good team. but here, now we’re going to be fighting against each other, or maybe in teams, depends on the game, what do you wanna play?”
“anything? you’re better at most of these things than me anyway.”
“yeah but remember, i am about to let you win like twenty rounds before i go hard.”
“okay but then i’ll be plummeting down.”
“but--what if i said, there’s a reward for each win?”
she arches an eyebrow, watching him do the same thing before handing him his console
it’s pretty simple, but when she tells him the rewards. well jaesun seems to look it’s the most incomprehensible thing she’s ever told him. and she used even less words than she usually does.
because listen, haeri does show up unexpectedly, she does things impulsively, but sometimes. if one knows her well enough, they’ll know, there’s nothing, nothing that has no double meaning behind them when haeri’s involved. especially when it comes to playing.
not that her relationship with jaesun is a game. not at all. the bond itself is not a game, but the way they are with each other is. in a way, the best game play she’ll ever be part of.
it’s simple, whatever jaesun looks like when she says it and starts the game, it’s as simple as : loser loses a piece of clothing.
so because he looks so stunned, she has to hold in her laughter and use omre words.
“winner gets to choose what the loser has to get off. then the loser has to take it off, but for example if you tell me to lose my bra and i have to get it off before my shirt, i would have to have you turn around so i can get it out from under my cloths. or go to the bathroom to do it, okay, get it? stop looking at me like that!”
“i don’t think i can play this game.”
“then you lose and you have to get naked and run in your hall knocking on people’s doors.”
there’s silence, long and stilled.
“i am winning every match.”
anything can be said about haeri and her bad, bad attitude and the way she is so quick to deceive when she wants to win. but her word, she never breaks her word. she will never break her word. it’s her pride, it’s who she is. it’s something that as a kid up to where she is now, she’s learned hold the greatest value to her.
if she makes a promise, she makes it until it’s fulfilled. she makes to keep it. maybe that’s why she’s still making peace with the one she silently made to jaesun. it must be why she’s so afraid sometimes, of how she fully gave when she knows damn well, when she invests herself in, body soul and heart, she’s done for. it’s always been that way.
it’s always been a weak spot, but right now, she doesn’t mind her way of not being able to undo her words or promises. even if she’s done to just a t-shirt and a pair of shorts. well--panties more exactly, bu she calls them shorts. they’re boys briefs, they fit her just like shorts, so excuse her they’re shorts. or so she keeps telling everyone who asks her about her panties.
but see there’s still always a trick. because behind that t-shirt, she has a bunch of other t-shirt and tank tops. and under these shorts, she must have worn at least four panties. because--well, it wasn’t all planned out, but the game, which means that she did come prepared with the fact that she might have to use bribes in order to get jaesun to go along with it.
which means that his wins are quickly going down and her clothes too, weird thing is the more she takes off, the warmer it gets. even though the more jaesun looks frustrated at how many she hs, the more amused she is. she could let him win al of them at this point, but then she might be left with nothing. that is not the purpose. but it could be, if she lets it be.
she can and that’s why it’s been nothing but getting warmer. because he’s been messing with her system all this damn time and she’s getting payback and yes, she could let him have wins only. without even letting him know. until of course only one layer remains and then--then she can show him that she was truly only being merciful.
then there’s a shout and he’s fist pumping, he’s done this a lot while winning. it’s adorable, just for that she might even lose without doing it on purpose because she’s been staring. she thinks he caught her once or twice, she’s never seen him this happy to be winning a game against her. okay that might be kind of a lie, but usually, he’s the one staring and she’s the one fist pumping, so there isn’t a lot of that.
it’s a bit of a switch that she squirms in while trying to wear it. she wants to please him, literally tackle him down and say forget the game. it’s new, it’s unnerving and this time when she loses, she knows it’s definitely not on purpose her eyes weren’t even on the screen. that’s when she frowns, takes off the t-shirt and realizes she’s down to only one t-shirt and on tank top before she gets to her bra.
that’s when she also realizes those panties are definitely panties and whenever did he manage to win enough for her to be down to just one? that’s also when she realizes he’s stopped playing and she has too. honestly, it’s just a quiet staring match and there’s a reason why she put him in a corner and sat in the opposite one.
“don’t look at me.”
“how many more?”
“three, but this is where your reign ends.”
she hopes so at least, honestly, she actually based everything on the fact that she will definitely win the other rounds. the last rounds, the decisive ones and right now--if that doesn’t work. well she’s screwed. the way he mimics the earlier arch of her eyebrow and expression says a lot about how screwed she might be.
“it is, it’s over! stop looking at me!”
so haeri has to turn over and give him her back, so whatever, she’s being childish. realizing she’s bet a lot in there, she’s put a lot out there and yes, she has to win wholly and thoroughly. then just stop before it gets too indecent for her to handle. that’s easy right? she just has to stop and tell him they’re done, over, finito, with playing games.
she takes a peek over her shoulder, finds him still there, because he’ll never just get in her space without her telling him to. even when she knows it’s hard, because yes, haeri’s not stupid. she’s a novice, she’s new to this whole thing, she’s naive about love. but she’s not an idiot. her iq test will prove it over and over again. she knows how to read jaesun--sometimes. the times when she can read him, she kind of quickly regrets what she can see, because it embarrasses her.
or should he use the past? now she knows it’s not being embarrassed, rather in the french romance books that her mother reads over and over again, they would call it being embrasé, literally meaning lit on fire. it’s not a good feeling most of the times. it makes her literally want to run away too. but no, she’s all grown now. what, because she lost her virginity? no, not because of that. because she’s not stupid and she knows her boyfriend, as well as she knows herself and her body. or more like she’s learning things.
new things, that when her cheeks sting and her body tingles, she sits up straight and she can’t breathe and can’t look away. it’s not a bad thing, control is sometimes going to end up in his hands more than in hers. it’s new, but not bad. see, she’ll even turn around to face him again, tackle it head first. she can’t run away, she doesn’t want to run away. because it’s only when she engages that jaesun goes in, she knows that.
she trusts him.
“okay, real rounds now.”
haeri uses the bathroom once after the actual real rounds start. to get her bra out and she immediately wishes she could sleep there. it’s a lot of work, getting out of comfort zone. admitting little things like the perk of her nipples and the flush that’s running down her neck with a moue. she looks at herself in the mirror and she barely recognizes this girl.
she looks like she’s going to crack any seconds. so what if jaesun is not holding up too well too, because he’s down to boxers and a tank top and yes, haeri’s not blind too. she also wishes she stayed giving him her back because it’s so hard to focus on anything but his hard on. it is very, seriously hard. this is what jo must have meant by being consumed by what hormones want.
this has to be it right? the first time had been kind of overwhelmingly similar, except that haeri had been stumbling through it all without knowing what she was doing but know what she wanted to be doing. it was odd, it’s still odd. she still doesn’t know how she knows some things, like how she knows she wants to say foret the game and crawl on his lap and push him down and just let him have it his way.
make it like he’s having his way, but really, she’s also having it her way.
the mirror shows it all too, how she flusters up even more and then she wants to wash it all. just open the tap water and wash it all.
“you’re not running away right? because if you do i win and you owe me!”
“i am not!”
close call though, he totally is starting to know her a bit too well. it’s time to change name personality and everything else.
but she takes a deep breath pats her cheeks and then rushes back to the blankets fort. at least that, she’s more than happy to admit she’s satisfied with. first of all, it does make a sense of intimacy that she needs in order to forget that they’re in his living room, it helps a lot. of course she could have made them put the fort in his bedroom--but that is a danger zone.
haeri will never blatantly just put herself in the lane of fire. not this fire at least. never this one. even if she ends up giving in and waving a white flag, she still will not have been stupid enough to jump head first, no, thanks. it’s a whole war full on in her head when she crawls back in the fort and he’s changed position too. laying on his front and god she could kiss him just to say thank you right now.
but she can’t, she absolutely does not think it’s a good idea to initiate any sort of physical contact at the moment. remember that french word? it will work. she will literally burn, up there, and this blanket fort really wasn’t made for that. not exactly, not really. she did think about sleeping here, granting him to keep her close despite the heat. she did think about the game too, okay she’ll admit she planned the game, and the amount of clothes on her must have given that away.
but she didn’t think as far as that. which is the problem here, she always thinks it’s going to be fine when she should know by now that where jaesun is involved. nothing ever goes as planed and nothing is ever fine the way her mind wants it to be. it’s a huge fuck you to her brain and iq and everything else. her body lights up and her heart joins in the party and two against one? honestly, haeri won’t blame her brain from short circuiting when he won’t stop not staring.
it’s distracting, but she’s done telling him to stop doing that. she lays down the same way as he is. who cares if she’s only in tank top and no bra, and a pair of panties she doesn’t want to lose. if he’s distracted, then she’ll win. then she can call this whole thing out stop this game. definitely after this win they will have to stop.
they do stop, haeri wins. considering jaesun’s eyes were more focused where her breasts were pressed on the makeshift bed than on the screen of his nintendo, haeri knows she cheated. a bit a tiny little bit. bu what good are a woman’s attributes if she can’t use it against her boyfriend? tell her, honestly. this has to serve for something and her mother did always mention that between lovers all is fair. all.
except that she would like to go just one way, because her mother forgot to tell her that it went both. haeri could get just as destabilized by jaesun as he did by her. and she still doesn’t understand why sometimes he looks taken aback by it, because it’s written all over her face, all through her words vomit. and this pink he fucking says he likes and she has stopped hiding since then.
because if he likes it, then he can have it.
she’s screaming from the win, forgetting for a few seconds, the heat, the fort, the why and how and just doing what he was doing earlier. fist pumping, because haeri’s a loud winner.
when does she realize her mistake?
when she lurches and tackles him down into the sheets because that too happens when she wins and remembers everything. the fort, the games, the clothes that are now somewhat part of the bed. her missing bra, her panties, his missing everything except for his boxers.
it’s too late though, she’s lying right on top of him and he’s caught her launch with his hands on her waist. they’re so quick to slide under the fabric haeri loses balance with an embarrassing squeak and presses further against him.
not part of the plan, nope, it’s not, seriously, not part of the plan.
brain supplies, over and over even when he leans up to kiss her and she closes her eyes. all the way to when his hands slide further up and haeri has to pull back to hold in more air. but no, she’s hold in too much air, she knows that. bu even when she lets it out, it still feels like she’s out of breath.
the weird thing is, haeri actually understands the tone in his words. because she doesn’t think she wants him to. that, right there, that moment when that falls and clouds over everything else, that’s when she stops listening to her brain.
the first time she wakes up, she just feels half awake. she feels naked, actually scratch that, she is naked, some sheets have found their way around her though. them, not her. because when she searches with her hand she finds jaesun next to her and she immediately reaches out, holds onto him.
that she can say she’ll do over and over again. even if it’s proven to be a problem because she’s getting used to this, sleeping next to him, and that means when she sleeps alone in her bed--she still looks for him. but he’s there right here, where she bures her face against his chest and wishes to go back to sleep.
but she feels his hold tighten,
“hey, look up?”
she does, groaning a little, keeping her eyes shut. she hums when he kisses her nose, then lower, her lips, she locks and she waits. when he pulls back she goes higher and follows him. it’s a breathe in, breathe out, kiss me, let me go. kiss you, let you go. kiss you again, don’t let go. kiss me, hold me, lit me.
it’s easy, they follow, they fall, they tangle.
the second time she blinks her eyes open, widens them at the lights in the fort still being on. jaesun’s arm is still sling over her. haeri always wonders, if he catches her during her sleep, if he has to always pull her back because she knows she moves a lot. so she’s always surprised, impressed, when she wakes up and finds he hasn’t let go, hasn’t lost her.
it makes her bury a whine against the pillow under her head and keep her eyes on his. he’s still sleeping, she knows. granted even when he’s not, he’s still breathing just as quietly, still occupying all the space he wants in her hart just as quietly and serenely.
she wonders about the time, and exactly how long have they slept for? is her mom going to worry soon, start calling incessantly? where even did she put her phone? see this is what happens. she gets so engrossed in him and him and her and this fort feeling like their own little world did not help at all.
forgetting the world didn’t feel so bad though. but she needs to find these things, time, phone, mom. she thinks and starts pulling away and literally has her answer when she feels him tug her right back in. it has her checking to see if he’s awake, but he’s not, it’s amazing haeri laughs a little before covering her mouth with both hands.
she doesn’t want to wake him up, definitely not.but he’s going to have to let go if she wants to get the things she needs, so she tries again, with her finGers tugging his arm away this time. as slowly as she can, it works too. she has it off her waist, ignores the way the warmth follows and leaves her skin and starts to roll around to find a sheet or her clothes, or his so she can get to business.
but it’s easier said than done because he’s right back at it and this time it’s not just his arm, it’s his whole body just rightly pressed against her and it’s a trap she could easily melt into. she can’t, nope, can’t. but what is it she admitted to herself about the fight between her brain and the two other idiotic thing in her again? right, two against one is definitely an unfair war.
“oh my god jaesun, mom’s going to kill me. i am going to die, go to hell and then you’ll be left all alone here and there won’t--”
“i don’t care.”
so he’s been awake, this little, good for nothing--, absolute--, idiotic--, stupidly--. haeri turns around to tell him what she thinks of this little trick, but see, she keeps making so many mistakes that she realizes too late. this is one of them. she turns around and she can’t do anything bu stare and wear that stupid smile he’s wearing too.
because she feels like a teenager when he looks this young and she knows she put that look on his face. jaesun rarely ever look this relaxed, like he’s really not thinking about fighting, or a battle. like he’s his age and he’s young and he doesn’t want to let her go and haeri always wants to make him this happy.
she also treasures her life and mom, but forgive her, her boyfriend’s too good to resist. it’s entirely her fault this time, she won’t even try to deny it.
haeri doesn’t waste any time the third time she wakes up. she just goes right for it, rolls and ducks and does all of those spy things she saw on tv. not really. she just quickly does everything and doesn’t stop to look at him. she gets the first thign that can cover her. frowns at the fact that it’s his sweater but then scrambles out of the fort and wonders how something so big can feel so small when they’re the only two in it.
so phone, and mom, and going home should be in her mind. it is in her mind, she’s going to focus on it. but it’s bright outside and she’s stretching. god she’s sore, god she’s going to get him back for this, but also god she’s starving. if she’s starving--logical conclusion is. well she has to eat and he’s probably going to want to eat too.
she rarely ever gets to use his kitchen, because she brings the food from her house most of the time. but she shuffles quickly in--after opening the curtains of the living wide though--and immediately searches for what to do. eggs. yes, flour, another yes. sugar, tons of sugar, milk, a bowl, etc.
what is she making?
“smells good.”
“yep, pancakes made by me? even mom has to hand this recipe over, i nail it, it’s mine, i own it.”
it’s an automatic answer to when she’s making pancakes so she doesn’t catch on at first that it means he’s awake. but she does quickly when she feels him behind and she turns around to say something. what? well, it’s quickly lost when he shifts, turns to the other counter and hoists her up there while kissing her.
excuse the hell out of her but no one can think properly in such condition.
“you are not making me burn pancakes, i will set you on fire.”
words, words, all words no bites lately. without even an ounce of shame. she talks but does nothing to stop him too, even though he promises,
“no burning the pancakes, i promise, but let me kiss you.”
so she lets him, because she wants to, because she trusts him.
it’s one of the things she’ll always never get flustered over. the aftermath, the morning after, or night after, the day after, whatever this is called.
they don’t burn the pancakes and she eats so much she feels like she’s going to need to jog for months to lose them all. they do it around the house, running that is and when he catches her, throws her over his shoulder like she weights nothing. haeri laughs at how similar it is to how she feels.
she feels light, she feels happy,
as happy as she wants to make him.
THOUGH he was glad he could keep his beloved ice cream all for himself, he never expected the question from Scarlet to come out from her mouth. It was unexpected, that it made the hacker stopped whatever he was doing (and thinking), just to get that question registered into his head. What he thought was a figure of speech, became to a topic that made him question Scarlet’s sanity. However, Toran was rather oblivious about her identity – and like him, maybe she was not human either. Then again, not like the hacker would give a shit about it, right?
MOUTH opened agape, he quickly pursed his lips and huffed out exasperatedly, facing down as he shook his head faintly. The question itself did make him wonder whether the other was that dumb to take his words too literally, to the point he needed to explain to her about what he meant with his words. In fact, you can say he mentally hit his head on the wall or desk at her surprise question.
YES, he was practically done for today.
“– That was suppose to be a figure of speech, Scar. It’s not bloody real.” Toran told her blankly, giving off a deadpan look on his face. “’Sides, the only thing you’d see is just red – with no words saying ‘sarcasm’ on it like those canned soup with mini alphabets on ‘em. Though, I have a feeling your head is so high up the clouds, you’re thinking you’re some blood-sucking bloke – which you don’t even look like one.”
Honestly, Scarlet felt disappointment before she even heard his words. She should have known though, she should know by now. But it’s hard to try to read through his words when she so desperately wants something in this world to be true for once. God is a lie, or at least the most unreachable power she has ever heard of. It’s also the biggest deception she’s ever received, she would have been better off not knowing it.
The little dolls she actually thought were the tiny version of these humans she often saw running around, are actually not even alive. Granted that was her mistake, she forgot to notice that they had no heartbeat, no blood, no flesh and no air. “A figure of speech,” Her mind’s quick to give her a definition. A way of talking, without truly meaning what the word means, meaning that if he says sarcasm is in his blood, it means that it’s not really in his blood.
He was just saying it to say it, emphasize, because he uses sarcasm, so it could be part of him. It’s all clear, that’s the problem. Even her mind defining God for her is all clear, she hears and sees everything clear. But nothing but disappointment still sits in her guts. The world seems like a big farce that one day after the other reveals that it’ll never ever be nothing but that. Lies upon lies. What she knows, she’s certain of, is that she’s tired of trying to be one too.
“I like blood, but I like raw meat more. I am thinking,
the blood sucking bloke must be these other things, vampires.”
At least watching all of those movies and trying to read through the words of some of the mythical books has helped. Her instructor would be proud, that she did not say our sworn enemies. But just mentioned it in a neutral tone. She’s starting to think he might be right, there isn’t a lot she can trust in this world. She almost blurts it out, there at the tip of her tongue, but it’s so there that she decides to let it slip in the other tongue, “Tu ne me croirais sûrement pas si je te disais que je suis pire, bien pire. ( trans : You probably wouldn’t believe me if I told you that I was worse, much worse.” )
FUNNY she mentioned how sneaky he was – because he had been standing behind her for a few minutes with a bouquet of flowers on his hand, even knocking on her door a few times to get her attention. From how he observed her, the florist could tell how focused she was to finish up whatever she was drawing. When he finally got her attention, he felt as if he had interrupted her concentration, but he didn’t want to be like a stalker behind her or startle her without saying anything. Besides, he needed to do his job – to deliver flowers from his mother’s shop.
“Well, I was here for quite a while – about twenty minutes ago, actually.” Raio pursed his lips slightly, a thin smile coming up at the corners of his lips. Looking down at the bouquet of flowers, he looked up at the other and blinked his eyes confusedly. If he remembered correctly, the order were a couple of white and yellow chrysanthemum flowers, and a couple of red roses. The only flowers that were white were the chrysanthemums, in this case.
LIPS parted to answer to her question, but they were left open when the female answered her own question, making him close his mouth which was followed with a small smile from him. However, the next thing that came out from her mouth left Raio baffled. Should he even pluck out the petals of these fresh flowers that fast upon delivery? He felt it would be a waste to bring them here, let alone order them just to get their petals plucked out.
“Wait – you want me to pluck the petals out? Are you sure about that, miss? I mean, you could add them in that vase you’re trying to draw or…something?”
It’s definitely something she could work on, something the doctor might have mentioned once or twice, or who cares how many times he mentioned it, Haeri’s not going to work on how much attention she pays to her surrounding. Especially not in the studio, especially not when she’s trying to finish an idea. She has two already done, this is the last one and she’s been on a pretty good streak.
It’s like habit, getting used to it. Her fingers don’t protest much anymore, her wrist goes easily and her eyes catch before the brush passes by. Sometimes she feels like she’s nothing but paint, the air she breathes is nothing but ink and her world is nothing but a canvas she’s filling up bit by bits. Then someone will step in and like that her attention will have to be brought back to reality. It’s a bit hard, but it’s there. She never really has a grasp on reality anyway, she just does things as she feels them, not as it normally should be done. That’s gotta be what it means to be real, right?
“Yeah, I mean, yes, I do, why would I want to add them to the vase? That is so cliche, are you trying to ruin my work here, trynna get me out of a job? You love your job right? I mean delivering flowers, you are the delivery guy aren’t you, sorry, I’m a mess, it’s always a mess before a deadline, you know, gotta get things straighten out,” She’s frowning now, playing with the brush looking between him, the flowers and down at what he just called a vase. Technically, it is not a vase, it’s supposed to give off that illusion though, which is why she refuses to just put flowers in them and make it so simple and easy. Simple yes, she can live with that, bu easy to figure out? No thank you, it has to look like anything the viewer wants it to be. That’s what she always aims for.
She’ll slide her brush and think of a river, but someone will look at it and tell her it’s just a big fat black line that signifies the end of someone’s life. She did laugh at that one. Clever, but seriously?
“Do I pay extra if I tell you to just do as I say
and help me out here before you get back to your job?
I could really use a second hand, and I love that hair dude,
Gives you an artistic look, bet the girls love it,
It might help with the piece, don’t ask me how.”
[‘he’s shifting on his feet, awkwardly so, habitually so actually but he smiles anyway] Soooooooooooooo I got you something, for the day I mean. It’s an important day and I definitely got you something but I’m a little scared as to how you’ll react to it. [‘he does in fact hold out the small bag with the Sesshomaru plushie inside, conveniently grasping a box of pocky] Also I’m sure you have thousands of these but I did my best and sewed a little heart to his hands. The heart’s——- made from fabric from my old robe but it’s still good right? My mom talked me through the process it was difficult—– But hey. Also there’s a gift card, I mean I know you can buy any game you want but use that one for the first thing that comes to your mind yeah? I heard a lot came out this month. [‘the sheepish grin is replaced with a wider one] Happy Valentine’s Day. The one day I want to say babe and I won’t because I know you really dont like it. Thank you for being mine, and I guess this little guy’s as well. Mostly mine.
( ‘ she’s biting a smile, then she’s reaching to get the bag and everything else. well she would discard the bag for the pocky, but she’s curious. because what could she possibly own a thousands of? that also could make jaesun literally sew a heart with his hands. ) That’s–okay, I’m super happy, super flattered, I mean your level of best boyfriend meter, it’s like skyrocketing ( ‘ and she hasn’t opened the bag yet but the little sewed heart? that’s got to be something to see so she’s not expecting anything but then she opens it and yeah, it’s good that she didn’t expect because the squeal she lets out is embarrassingly genuine. ) Oh what the hell, I do not own any Sesshoumaru plushies! Not even one I swear, who loses their money on plushies, I like figurines better, they have more of a real feeling to them you know besides aren’t you scared? I will be sleeping with this plushie, everyday, every night, yep, it’s too cute. It’s replacing you, it’s too adorableee, ( ‘ there goes another squeal as she holds it against her chest, then she clears her throat, fixing him with a stare, she won’t talk about the rest she can. the stare barely lasts only a few seconds before she’s reaching up, leaning in and pressing her lips to his in a firm but soft kiss though. ) Happy valentine’s day, babe ( ‘ she holds a chuckle back when she pulls away, mirth in her gaze, warmth on her cheeks. she won’t even comment on the mine thing negatively–not today. ) Definitely, entirely, always, mostly yours.
It’s no secret that with dating Yubin, and probably anyone with a sense of fashion that getting ready takes a bit more than slipping on something and slipping out. He has a slight sense and it still takes him some time to get ready, but he’d rather wait here than keep her waiting. If the latter was even possible. But she does come out eventually, the manner in which is what’s surprising. He hears her steps before he hears her words and in turning around he registers the dress before anything else. “What——-” So he does try, in fact he takes focusing on her as much as possible to remember what she said. He’s totally not staring to stare. “You—— what?” Smooth.
She has a small smile, a small but knowing smile as she tilts her head and doesn’t turn around to show him her back where the help is needed immediately. Instead she stops short and decides to put on a show because she does love watching him react to the way she looks in anything. Her hands find her hair, pulling it up and away from her bare shoulders--save for the thin straps holding the dress there on her skin and she straightens in the dress, one eyebrow arched as if she’s not aware of why he might be tongue tied. “You know, be a gentleman, tell me I haven’t gained weight, and.” She pauses, lets her tongue swipe across her not yet covered with lipstick while she tiptoes enough to make it seem like she’s going in for a kiss but instead she swirls, turns around and presents him with her back, a chuckle in her words “Zip it up babe.”
it was almost as if someone had pressed the fast forward and slow motion button on kangjoon’s life. that was the best way he could describe his summer; everything continued on in a blur and he struggled to catch up, but the sadness and frustration of their graduation made time slug onward.
everything was happening without him: his best friend confessed, catching him off guard, his mouth said things he didn’t agree with (and he didn’t have the guts to correct himself), and everything he had ever known began to crumble in front of him. how was he supposed to fix it? he didn’t know, so kangjoon spent the majority of his summer curled in his bed staring at his contacts, jinhwan’s in particular. he debated with himself daily about whether to contact him, to make things right, but what good would that do? the damage was done. he understood perfectly that he had ruined the only good thing he’d ever had.
fate seemed to disagree, however. how else would you explain stumbling upon the new cafe which his best friend had begun to work on the first day he removed himself from his bed. of course, he never entered. instead, he continued to walk by day in and day out in hopes o catching glimpse of the one he let walk away. “i’m sorry,” was muttered into the wind as he clenched his chest. his heart hurt, especially after seeing jinhwan’s smile, his laughter. maybe kangjoon was the only one who hurt – after all, he’s the only one with a secret anymore.
today is going to be different. he finally decides to take the step forward, jinhwan never noticed him on the other side of the street every day (or so he thinks), so he can play it off as a coincidence. his anxiety level is through the roof, but something seems off. the cafe doesn’t seem to emit the same feeling. jinhwan is usually around at this time on this day, so where is he? “excuse me,” he bugs the barista behind the counter, “is jinhwan coming in today? i was going to surprise him.” he looks hopeful, but not for long. the news which falls from the other causes him to lose balance, he feels as though he’s been hit by a truck. he’s studying somewhere else? why?
before his mind is able to process, his body is moving on it’s own. he’s manuvering through the crowded streets on autopilot before he jumps into the first availabe cab on the main street. “step on it!” he exclaims, multiple times until they finally arrive at his desired destination. kangjoon’s eyes move like lighting as he locates the information for the next flight to tokyo, then he dashes. his breathing is heavy as his feet quickly slam against the shiny tile decorating the airport.
just as he begins a silent prayer, hoping he’s not too late, brown orbs fall on his best friend. his vision becomes cloudy, but he can’t be bothered to pull himself together. “jinhwan!” he shouts, not stopping his stride until he’s within arms reach. “why?” he asks breathlessly, “why are you leaving me? i’m sorry, please don’t go. don’t leave me here alone.”
these kind of things, well they only happen in movies. the same way that a confession gets accepted only in movies. these kind of things, jinhwan doesn’t believe in them anymore. it’s the wrong place, wrong time, he wants to scream it’s too late to start dreaming about kangjoon showing up. but honestly, he’s lucid right now. he’s had enough sleep to know that this is not a dream, and he’s turned around at the same time as his mother, it’s the sight of her abovve kangjoon’s shoudler that makes him realize, yeah.
he’s not dreaming, then he frowns. it’s a silent anger, creeps up his face, his cheeks and his eyes. but jinhwan refuses to let that steam turn into tears, he won’t let that happen. although there’s also some lingering sense of relief, because having to leave without seeing him one last time had been weighting on his chest without him even realizing. and now, well jinhwan’s left with a jumble of everything, he doesn’t want to answer that question.
honestly, isn’t it kind of stupid of kangjoon to be asking that? so the scoff and the way he resolutely shoulders his bag higher up and grips the strap as if he’s trying o hold onto the bit of pride he wants to keep there still. the bit of reality that reminds him that best friend or not, he hasn’t reached out even once during the whole summer. so no, kangjoon has no right to be doing this to him right now. “you left me alone, you did that, you did that first”
jinhwan’s shaking his head, taking a step back--then two, then three and stopping once he’s put enough distance to not feel like reaching over to shake him as well. because jinhwan should be asking the question, not the other way round. but he stayed in his lane, respected what kangjoon needed, wanted. so there’s no way he’s just going to give in and feel bad because he’s leaving him behind, leaving years of memories behind to rebuild new ones. ones that won’t hold them together in the same frame. “so you don’t get to ask me why when i want to move on, you don’t get to.”
( msg ) hush you. ( msg ) but if you think about it, if you switch them around it could work? Kisses down low can go into motivation and promise can go into body party? ( msg ) you can make no demands.
msg : the only thing that hushes me successfully is you, but when i say you, i mean you kissing me. that would help right now. msg : if you put kisses down low and motivation together, it’s bound to get dirty. i need to listen to promise again, can’t remember much of it, so i went with the ones i can hear the sound of. msg : i am not making demands, i am telling you, that is what is happening.
It’s so typically human, is what Joo immediately realizes once again as she hears the other girl’s statement. Look young, live off something you can afford to have any day, any time. Without the lurking worry that you might take a life in order to gain it, and yet, still be unsatisfied. Whine about this, about that, this time she’s not even sure what it is about. But she never really understands it still, not that she would give anything to be in their shoes. She quite likes the power that she holds, the one that she knows will always keep her healing. Alive.
So what if she needs blood to survive, it’s not like she has all the diseases in the world, not like she can die from an accident. From falling off a cliff, from starving off chewing toys–or as humans like to call it, food. Which gives her an idea as to what kind of solution she can offer, it’s there and she knows spitting it to someone will be insensitive but she still can’t hold it in, it’s so simple, is it not? “Find a way to die then, there are many as far as I know.”
So Jaesun doesn’t know where he’s going. He’s got no idea. He hopped on a motorcycle that wasn’t even his and his girlfriend is giggling a little too much to respond to him, plus it’s cold so he needs to take her somewhere. His room’s a mess and as much as he doesn’t want to bring her there now it’s the closest place and the gym is out of the question. The engine doesn’t do a very good job of blocking out her laughter when she’s doing so every five seconds into his ear. The quick-thinking comes when he remembers there might still be some guys practicing at the gym and he makes the hardest right he’s ever had to on the way to his place. It doesn’t even take long to get there but he’s careful, cruising now to a stop because he doesn’t want to give her whiplash. “Can you walk or am I carrying you upstairs?” He’s joking but he’s really testing because if she’s about to hit him that’s all the answer he needs.
She barely feels it stop moving, actually yes she does. Because it stopping means that they’re somewhat at a destination and it says a lot about her state of mind that she didn’t even take a minute to look around her and see where said destination is. Haeri would be the type to analyse all of that, but forgive her it’s dark, she still has some of the wine taste in her mouth and up her nose and head, so here she is, frowning slightly as she pulls away. Regretting it because, see she quickly discards her helmet and immediately return her hands back on him, on his shoulders, across them, arms dandling helmet hanging from one grip. “Piggyback? Because yes, you’re carrying me upstairs, I don’t wanna walk, no correction, I can’t walk, and I don’t wanna do anything and I don’t want to leave this place, it’s too comfy.” They’re mumbled words from where her mouth’s pressed to his shoulder, “You feel good.”
She doesn’t rise, she’s not going to rise until all the color has washed from her cheeks and all the embarrassment sinks to the pit of her stomach where he can’t find it. That is until his hands find their way to her which they always do and she’s flushing again luckily her head still buried in her hands, her hands still flat on the table. it’s something about denying satisfaction but it’s really prolonging the inevitable and she tries hard to block out words she knows slip from that smug grin he always wears but she’s peeking to get a look and she’s right. “am I supposed to ask you to kiss the booboos better?” and it’s her attempt to grab the reins back but she’s forcing down embarrassment this time and keeping a straight face. it’s momentary and the sigh she lets out blows a few strands from her face. “you’re too much.” it’s probably the first time she’s actually voiced it.
JB kind of understand what the photographer during his shoots mean when they say they like capturing the moment. He’d like to keep this one, right here, but well--his mind’s kind of a camera of its own. Or else, it wouldn’t be so easy to remember each details as if he’d take na picture and was studying it over and over again right? Besides he thinks there’s something more treasurable in the memory of a human’s mind rather than the memory card of a camera, there are a lot of things he catches better. Her words, the tone of it, her breath that he can almost feel, the way her hair moves from her face. How she was peeking just now and a camera would only be able to capture them separately see, but JB has them all together and that is where he wins over this current technology. Then he decides he’s done staring, well not really, but now he can add words while blatantly doing so, “I’d kiss them even if you didn’t ask. I’d kiss it all, kiss you everywhere and even where you’re not hurting.” He’s not moving from his spot, rather, he’s sporting one hell of a smile as he adds, “Too much? I haven’t even started yet.”
( msg ) you get a very satisfied me that's what you get. ( msg ) Ummmmm Motivation or Body Party? Kisses Down Low or Promise? Those are the options so far.
msg : well i do live to get you as satisfied as and even more than possible. msg : I think I like the combo of Motivation and Body Party. Kinda match, does it not? Kind of could be a message from one song to another. msg : If this is for a new choreography, I want in, there’s no way I’m letting you dance to this with someone else.
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