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“I love the fact that I can make people happy, in any form. Even if it’s just an hour of their lives, if I can make them feel lucky or make them feel good, or bring a smile to a sour face, that to me is worthwhile.”

— Freddie Mercury

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Unlock My Boss (사장님을 잠금해제), 2022

nx-bad-days:

school had been kicking patrick’s ass. and as much as he was used to it, it seemed that he was struggling a bit more with getting out of bed these days. his anxiety was at an all time high, and seemed harder to shake than it had been in a long time.

patrick was still fast asleep when he heard simon’s voice flood his room. a soft smile spread on his lips against his pillow once he smelled the coffee he had brought inside. it was hard not to feel all warm and fuzzy inside at the realization that he had sacrificed his previous sleep and gotten up before pat in order to bring him coffee. patrick had never been used to having friends around him that cared for him the way simon did — not until him anyway.

“‘m always hungry.” patrick mumbled sleepily as he rolled over to look at simon, a small smile on his face. “thank you.” he lifted the duvet for simon to join him like he so often did. “did you eat?”

Silently, Simon noted how much he appreciated the way Patrick greeted him despite just being woken up. The few times he’d tried to do something nice and wake his mom up with breakfast he’d ended up regretting it— she hadn’t appreciated being pulled out of sleep. Not like Pat, who was already offering him a spot in the bed. Not wanting the cool air to hit him because he’d lifted the duvet, Simon carefully set the things he was carrying on the bedside table and climbed in. “Of course,” he replied, as if his thanks were completely unnecessary— which, in all honesty it did feel that way. Simon enjoyed taking care of Patrick, it was always done without the expectation of gratitude or reciprocity. “Not yet. Not Hungry,” he mumbled cheek pressed against the pillow as he wrapped his arms around Patrick and snuggled closer.

#thread; patrick 001 #no edITING NO GIFS

If he was being honest, it had taken some time for Joey to grow on him. Joey was a nice enough guy, but he was reckless, immature, and a little naive to the way the world worked at the best of times. Despite it all, somehow, he’s become a little fond of him. He had a good heart, a good nature, and with a little patience, Simon figured he’d be able to help him learn a little. Even if that meant helping him learn how to cook. At first, he had a hard time imagining Joey didn’t know how to cook, or bake, but the more he thought of it the more it made sense. Joey was rich, and he always had been, which meant he hadn’t grown up having to cook for his parents, having to make sure he got it all just right.

For a while, Simon thought he’d been on track, he’d corrected him every time he strayed from the recipe, and he’d seemed to be getting it— but every time he turned back around he seemed to be fucking it up again. “Joe,” he stopped, putting his hand out to cover the bowl Joey was about to dump flour straight from the bag into. “The measuring cups are in the drawer, go get them.” He said softly, trying his best not to sound like a disappointed parent. He probably should’ve elaborated further on why he couldn’t just dump it in without checking how much to use, but he’d always been a man of few words.

#thread; Joey 001

The holidays were always a weird time of the year for Simon. Although most of his childhood wasn’t full of fond memories, his memories of the holidays were even worse. His mother hadn’t been particularly religious, so they didn’t have many celebrations in that regard. His mother also hadn’t particularly liked him much, so she didn’t spend much time with him, didn’t get him anything— it was just another day of the year in his eyes. After he’d left, he didn’t have much. He didn’t have a place to decorate, didn’t have the money to buy things, didn’t even have people to celebrate with. As sad as it was, the only time he’d really ever participated in holiday festivities was in Juvie. Now that he was in a more stable place, he had the ability to do things like decorate, and shop, and celebrate, but he found himself increasingly more and more unsure about how to do it.

He wasn’t sure where to get the decorations, or how to decorate the apartment, what looked nice where and such. Normally he would’ve just asked Patrick, but Luce had asked him to watch over Sana. He wasn’t sure why, something about being busy, but he wasn’t going to complain. He adored Sana, and rarely turned down the opportunity to hang out. Besides, Sana had grown up in a relatively healthy home, he trusted her decorating knowledge. Holding a string of sparkling silver up, he turned to face the girl, brows furrowed “So what’s this for?”

#thread; Sana 001 #fuck it #no gifs we ball