#c. joonho

[wildeycs]

open to m/nb/f  muse: han joonho, 28, chef/cafe owner.  possible connections: lover, close friend, etc. 

“are you sure you’re alright?” he asks again as his gaze falls back on those familiar eyes. he is sitting on the edge of the sofa and he doesn’t know where to put his hands. doesn’t know what to tell the person in front of him to close the growing distance between them. he wishes he could know exactly what’s bothering them. wishes there’s something he could do to ease their mind off it. although he has a cold exterior, he is far more considerate than what others expect of him when it comes to the ones he cares about. “people who are okay don’t act like this.”

[wildeycs]

closed starter for @0815165​

usually, joonho is the stubborn one who waits for the other to break the ice unless the fault is his own. still, he picked up the phone to call hanbin right after the strange encounter just to ease his conscience. it wasn’t his fault that his family thought he needed to be ambushed with a date, but he reckoned it’d be better if he explained it in his own words. his good will was only answered by a wall, however, as all of his calls were ignored and now that hanbin is finally entering the apartment, it is as though the man doesn’t see him at all. why has he done wrong this time? isn’t he the one who’s owed an apology? instead, he is fed with so much goddamned attitude. he drags his eyes away and continues to fold the clothes spread all over the sofa.  “fine, don’t talk to me.” he mutters under his breath, before punching the cushion and tossing it on the ground in silent anger. “i don’t want to hear from you either, you little jerk.”

[wildeycs]

he never stopped talking, it was strange as he first seemed so reserved. yet there he was, with this annoying sparkle in his eyes when he talked about preparing dishes. hanna learned how to cook but it wasn't a passion of her and surely nothing she could afford for the longest time. the ramyun life-style wasn't a choice but a one way road for people like her. yet, she sat in his fancy café watching him ramble about it, as his life dream had come true. how did she ever believe they were alike? it was an emotional night when she first saw him, maybe just an imagination in her mind when she felt as there was nobody that could possibly ever match with her. she still believed that it was a horrible decision, it was cruel because she risked to get him involved.

was it cruel to put his life at risk or could it be excused with her longing to be held and cherished. she had come here looking for distraction but over the past few weeks, he suddenly decided to be sweet and charming. wait, why did she believe he was interested?! there wasn't really any final announcement, just small hints she feared to read wrongly. a proper girl would have maybe asked, hinted, blushed. yoon hanna instead leaned in, out of the blue, in the middle of the day, in a café full of guests and kissed him. the kiss would serve both at once, a question and an answer: did you think of me just as a friend, were all those smiles and compliment just good manners or hey, do you like this, should we continue?! / @dualcolor​

joonho doesn’t want to admit it to himself, but he feels the familiar feeling growing in his chest. he doesn’t know what it is about the girl with the fiery eyes and cunning tongue, but he has been enjoying her company for the past weeks. he used to just view her as another customer whose usual order he memorised, but their conversations keep getting longer and it is obvious to anyone but himself that his interests are growing and they are not only platonic. despite her fast-paced speech and impulses, she seems content with listening to his rambles about the things he loves, even when they involve technicalities that most people won’t remember a thing about after the conversation is over. he remembered talking about the art of making a fine cup of roasted coffee when she leaned close. her lips touch his and his eyes widen in unfiltered surprise. he blinks, his body frozen but he accepts the kiss instinctively, his hand meeting her cheek in a gentle touch. when it’s over, he leans back and stares. “i — ” his fingers touch his mouth and he swallows nervously. “ — you like me?”

[wildeycs]

“You’ve done the unthinkable, you know. You’ve made me fall in love.” joon + hanna

soft sentence starters / accepting

her words make him halt, before he blinks and returns to his teasing self again. "i tend to have that effect on people." joonho winks, though it would be a lie to say the confession doesn't make his heart flutter. she manages to accomplish such a feat quite often, with the kind of unexpected softness that colour her words now. it comes in the form of casual comments or clingy hugs, but every time, his heart is as fond as before. he supposes that he has grown himself, no longer speechless when it comes to her endearing assaults on his heart. “now sleep, you’ve already overworked today.” a pause. “the fever should be gone in the morning." he adjusts the blanket again, before pressing a gentle kiss on her forehead.

[wildeycs]

“How could I make you jealous? I melt whenever you say my name.” hanna + joo

jealousy starters, accepting

"who said i’m jealous?” joonho waves it off, dismissing her. if she thinks she can see it in his features, then she must go and check whether her eyesight is fine. or maybe, maybe he is just deep in denial. he knows jealousy to be an unhelpful emotion, he has experienced it from his past partners, who got upset with the customers who showed interests in him, so he doesn’t want her to think he’s going to bother her with it and start a fight over nothing. letting out a sigh, he shakes his head and takes her hand instead, wanting to forget the previous thought in his head. “i just found it strange that you weren’t replying to my messages all day. busy day at work?”

[wildeycs]

“do you know what you’ve done?” (hanna and joo)

hurt meme, accepting

“what have i done?” joonho repeats word for word, not understanding the reason why she is making it sound like his fault. can he be blamed for dragging his girlfriend away from a gang of men that are trying to threaten her? he only stops the motorcycle when he is sure the suspicious men are nowhere in sight and can’t have followed them. he doesn’t know what they plan on doing with her, but he has an ominous feeling and it is too obvious that with her physique, she cannot win unless she’s got a gun hidden in her pocket. “what was i supposed to do? walk away and let them hurt you?” 

[wildeycs]

continued from here, @0815165

a small chuckle falls off and he shakes his head. his colleagues will go insane if they find the pair in the kitchen like this, a well-recognised celebrity like him wrapped around his waist. thankfully, he is the only one closing the cafe this evening and no one cares enough to show up beyond their shift. “what are you, a koala?” he teases, though he doesn’t mind the clinginess. it is rare for their schedules to coincide. he sighs from the kisses pressed on his neck, comforting if not distracting. “it’s not that i can’t focus — “ which is not a complete lie. “it just makes me less efficient.”

[wildeycs]

open to m/nb/f  muse: han joonho, 28, chef/cafe owner. possible connections: ex-lover, long-lost friend, etc.

it’s 10 p.m. and joonho is back to the supermarket for something he missed from the grocery list. it isn’t something that happens often, his sister visiting him despite her busy schedule with university and her part-time job at the gallery. it is the very reason why he’s got to make it special and not let her starve. being a perfectionistic chef, there’s no way he’d let that one missing herb screw him over. scratching his head with confusion, he skims the shelves’ content once again before he decides he’d look for a staff nearby who could save him from his  frustration. it takes him by surprise when he spots a familiar figure in his search for help, his mouth agape with perplexity ( how can this be? he thought he’d never see them again. ) confused and wondering if he’s in a dream, he calls out their name, though he knows for certain who he sees — he’d recognise that face anywhere, no matter how many times he attempted to forget. “you’re… back.” he blinks, “what are you doing here?”