#chaenergy.

[minjve]

@bokyvng + @chaenergy

              A whisper of a smile quirks up at the ends of Minjae’s lips--- hip propped up against the door frame to the room he shared with his two boyfriends, watching the both of them peacefully doze in their bed. It still felt somewhat, admittedly, unreal to be back at the house--- even as he fondly notes the soft, undisturbed expressions of the two. It felt unreal to not flinch at every sound -- every stray footstep or door creak. The bruises were still there, of course ; the m e m o r i e s ... reminders of all that had taken place over the past week -- but all of that seemed to be quietened by the presence of Bokyung and Han. ------ Knowing his boyfriends were safe lessened the pain in his abdomen, and nearly erased the anxiety of all that he had seen and experienced during his time at the facility. Setting the tray of food on the nearby nightstand, he stealthily crawls back into bed, slinking his way in the middle of the boys and settling himself atop their chests. “Wake up,” he sing-songs through a whisper, alternating peppering kisses to cheeks and lips and foreheads between the two. “I made breakfast.”

[minjve]

  @chaenergy

              There’s a familiar itch at the tips of his fingers as he tugs the sleeves of his sweater further down past his wrists --- a rather poor attempt to quell the anxious fidgeting of his hands. They didn’t meet up as often as Minjae probably WOULD’VE liked--- the current circumstances leading those antsy fidgeting fingers to seek out Han more often than usual. But it was the sort of necessary evil that often came along with hooking up with an ex-best friend’s ex : a trope Minjae would normally never give two fucks about. --- --- ‘ Either stop fucking around with them if you feel that bad or don’t ’ : a clear cut choice with a more than obvious solution in Minjae’s eyes --- why the fuck would he feel bad about anything? Except he clearly DID, if the way he continued to insist on sneaking around with the elder was anything to go by. The recent appearance of Bokyung only aided in lessening their time together, which often lead to the distressed itch of his skin and the slow, steady build of anxiety bubbling in the pit of his stomach. ----Which was precisely why he was so eager to see his most effective distraction from everything else that was currently going on ; hip propped up against the doorway of the only other spare room in the house, gaze jumping around the hallway in search of said distraction. Most seemed to have retired to their respective rooms for the night, but his eyes continued to search the nearby doorways for any lingering faces. He’s so absorbed in his brief bout of paranoia, that he doesn’t notice the approaching footsteps until they stop just to the left of them. “Fucking c h r i s t,” he jolts slightly at the presence, full body sigh releasing from the small pout of his lips as soon as he notices it’s Han. “You scared the shit out of me,” he complains in a lowered tone, despite the fact that the hallway was currently completely clear. Then he’s reaching behind him with one hand to flick the light on in the vacant area, and tugging the older boy forward into the room with his other ; ( softly ) kicking the door shut behind him and pressing himself up against it once they’re both situated inside. “It’s about fucking time.”

[minjve]

@bokyvng & @chaenergy

                Had Minjae known he’d be shoved inside an underground ( and unnervingly dark ) maze this morning and suddenly forced to find his way out, he probably would’ve at least attempted to sneak in a few more hours of sleep the night before. As it was, exhaustion was currently weighing down heavily on his bones, and it was still only within the first hour of being trapped within the walls of the maze. Ever since phase one had started, however, he quickly started to take notice of the competitive nature itching beneath his skin. He had no intense desire of being allowed into the city or anything, but the general desire to win was undeniable to Minjae, at this point. It started out easily enough, really : the boy guiding himself through the aisles of the maze, one hand grazing along the wall on his left in order to start to paint a picture of the area in his mind. It wasn’t long before he was being completely thrown off his path, though— the walls twisting and turning on occasion and causing Minjae to get turned around several times and effectively halting his progress. Carding his fingers through his hair in poorly concealed frustration, the boy heaves out a heavy sigh as he loses his place once again. “Fuck,” he mumbles quietly to himself, eyes closing as he attempts to mentally recall the number of steps he had taken since the last section he had gotten turned around in. His brain works fast to calculate the twists and turns he had encountered thus far, taking into consideration how long he had been in there for and attempting to sketch out a map of the maze with the ( little ) information he currently had. It probably wasn’t the best idea to do this with his eyes closed, of course, but he found it easier to focus on the mental picture he had of the maze like this. Navigating his way without any accidents proved to be more difficult, however— if the way he suddenly collides with another as soon as he blindly turns a corner is anything to go by. On instinct, he reaches out to grab the other’s arm in order to steady himself, eyes flying open as he does so. As soon as he realizes it’s Bokyung, he’s quick to remove the grip he had on his arm— fucking biceps— shrugging sheepishly in lieu of an explanation ( because how would one explain blindly wandering around in a maze to begin with? ). “Um. Oops?” Minjae doesn’t linger there for long ; stepping around the other before pressing his hand against the left wall once again, resuming his walk quickly there after. “Pretty sure it’s this way.” He slows his pace as he speaks, pausing briefly to turn around as he addresses the other. “If… you know— you wanna follow.” Part of him didn’t necessarily want to offer, knowing he’d likely find his way out quicker on his own, but a larger part of him ( the subconscious part that seemed to know things that Minjae didn’t ) wanted to have Bokyung there.