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[jenoxrk-blog]

,good eeveening

                         ( with @rkhyunjoon )

picture: the world’s dumbest boy holding a phone he certainly does not deserve in shaking hands, an unsuspecting stranger who certainly does not deserve to be literally wearing their iced coffee, and a mocking corphish on a slowly dying screen that continues to evade jeno’s practiced pokeball throws in spite of the very many razz berries he’s hurled at it ( on second thought, what the hell? he literally doesn’t even need this corphish’s negativity in his life ).

“ i... ” jeno swallows thickly, taking one practiced step back before beginning to rummage through his bag, perhaps in a frenzy, to procure the napkins he definitely has because these accidents keep happening and lo and behold, lee jeno is the common denominator. “ i am so sorry, ” he stammers out, offering the napkins to the stranger, who has yet to say a word ( and hopefully when he does, it won’t be the expletives that jeno is imagining ). “ i—i wasn’t watching where i was going, and... there... the... ”

pros and cons of confessing the real reason why he bumped into this righteous citizen of seoul on an entirely uncrowded sidewalk? pros: honesty is cool, the stranger probably deserves to know the real Stupid Reason why this real Stupid Encounter happened, maybe he’ll feel sorry jeno for being a loser who can’t even catch a—

“ the corphish, ” jeno finishes pitifully, holding up his phone and dropping his head in shame. “ i was trying to catch it. ” 

cons: embarrassing, embarrassing, embarrassing. 

[jenoxrk-blog]

,hyacinth

                         ( with @minjurk )

it’s his mother’s birthday in approximately twelve hours ago. he’s a terrible son for today only, and he’d like to blame the onset of things-to-do and things-you-were-supposed-to-do-but-haven’t he’s been juggling with, but that’d make him a worse son, and jeno’s trying for redemption today. 

he knows close to nothing about his mother’s favorite perfume, or her style of clothing. all he has is information from his father that ‘mom’s favorite flower looks like a bunch of grapes or a bunch of stars,’ which has been nothing close to enlightening. 

the flower shop jeno’s ventured into today, nestled in a more quiet residential neighborhood of gangnam, is a maze. it’s hard to ask for help when he doesn’t know what, exactly, to ask. the shopkeeper looks preoccupied anyway, working on a bouquet that’s bigger than both of their heads combined. jeno falters for a bit, pacing back and forth between roses and flowers that look like roses but probably aren’t ( tulips, maybe? ). 

jeno is close to giving up and buying a gift card ( seriously, the worst ), preferring to play it safe than purchasing a random selection of flowers his mom won’t like, when, at the last second, he looks up and his gaze lands on a girl he doesn’t remember seeing when he entered twenty minutes ago in a carefully muted panic. 

he contemplates his options for a second before taking a few careful steps to approach the stranger, careful to keep a respectable distance when he greets her with a modest, “ uh, hi. ” jeno laughs sheepishly. “ would you happen to have an eye for flowers? ”