#*ft. haejin

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ice cold, baby

@umhaejin, with a cameo from @umkiho

he’s lost count by the seventh (eighth?) shot glass: the rum cake’s tasting more like rum than cake and it has to be because kiho’s coming in strong with the tour de booze supplied by his very own  liquor cabinet. everything’s a slur-blur concoction of the five senses, but haejin’s face cuts into his line of sight with an impressive amount of clarity in spite of it, or baby bro is actually that close to his face. “haejin-ah.” one hand raises weakly, one movement away from looking like he’s waving, but then it drops back down with a slump and a drunken laugh. again, this time louder: “haejin-aaaah!” 

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AM or FM

@omhaejin

always start with a breathe-in/breathe-out, not because he’s dreading how this could possibly go wrong, but for the sake of keeping a clear head in case it does. haejin sits next to him, chirpy and chipper as an early bird getting the worm, keys to the cherry red Corolla dangling off of one pinky. 

“all right, you buckled in?” haeil leans in to check. “good. okay, the gearshift.” he points down for emphasis. “remember what each letter is supposed to mean?”