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[sungilyj-blog]

sungil tried to keep the clattering of pans and dishes to a minimum, he really did. even after living (semi) independently for so long, he was kind of useless when it came to navigating a kitchen. more often than not he’d fuel himself with takeout, but in a stroke of misfortune his favourite chicken shop was closed for the evening, practically forcing him to cook a meal up for himself for a change. the only problem with that was, he didn’t really know how. like any self-respecting millennial, sungil had quickly turned to youtube tutorials for answers, but it wasn’t long until he was facing his next hurdle: actually following through with one.

“this is so hard!” he whined, struggling to open up a bag of flour to use for batter, only to accidentally tear it a little too much and send a cloud of fine white into the air and across the surfaces. the internet had promised him pancakes was the easiest thing in the world to make, and yet here he was, suffering. deflating with a sigh, sungil wiped a cheek with the back of his hand before turning in mild panic as he heard footsteps. half expecting ridicule for his pitiful state, his hands worked to quickly dust himself off as he shuffled away from the mess of bowls and flour, pointing at the display in faux-annoyance as aiden entered the scene. 

“crazy that some people would leave the place like this, huh?” he said, as if it weren’t obviously himself who was the human disaster. “could you imagine making this kind of mess? i can’t.”

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[yjdaxlis]

( @aidenxyj​ )

LUCK would be a tricky word to describe his current situation. Yes, Daxton did so happen to be a kid run down by circumstances but doing none too worse for the wear thanks to his natural survival instincts kicking in. No, he had no idea that his online friend (one with immense popularity too) did just so happen to be a fellow boarder at Yujaeng. Talk about the aligning of the stars and such, as his mother so loved to attribute the happenings of good things to. But this just so happened to work in his favour when the older had actually reached out to him via the SNS for a collab. One that many would only dream of and of course, him being encompassed in that population of dreamers. And in a right time too since Dax’s usual sponsors on Instagram had somehow run out of work for him all around the same time and the finances were looking tight in the near future. So much so that had left the male pondering on what kind of ramen would be passable as breakfast, lunch and dinner. 

It was their first meeting and obviously Dax had cleaned up well. He was great with first impressions, one of the many ‘rich kid lessons’ that were forced upon him and one of the few that he was actually thankful for. No one teaches you to manage you finances than the rich folks, after all. But he needed this. A collaboration with the one and only Aiden Kang would not just have his name sprung within the older’s follower circle but also boost his own confidence (and it won’t look half as bad on his CV!). They had agreed to meet after his class hours that day, so he had just about time to change into a neat shirt and flatten his hair down while lingering outside the boarding house in an attempt to speak with the older, his phone nervously turning within his palm upon having sent the last message. 

[ ✉ ] I’m waiting by the main gates, hyung. See you soon! 

[94lost]

⸻  ( @aidenxyj )  

it’s been raining heavily that afternoon. the cold drops fell so strong against the surface of the cars riding over the city and the many roofs of the modest houses of the neighborhood that produced a deafening sound, turning casual street conversations and small talks almost impossible to achieve. kinam was in a rush. he didn’t have the habit to bring umbrellas despite the forecast having previously warned about the storm that was approaching ─ the musician would always shrug it off, saying to himself ‘ a little rain won’t kill anyone ‘. 

the worst part about it was the fact that he had brought his brand new equipment over and he was terrified to get it wet. almost as if his prayers were listened, kinam saw a familiar face walking toward his direction with an unusually big umbrella. “thank god aiden! you’re a life saver.”