#fmdhanbyul;

[fmdjoo]

ft. @fmdhanbyul; of birthdays & its presents.

the past few days have been nothing short of stressful. between work and the imminent time for him to move out of charm’s dorm, jeongsoo felt like every single little thing he managed to squeeze into his schedule was ridiculously time consuming, to the point he didn’t even get to have a small moment for himself. it was almost ridiculous at this point, but somehow, he was managing. 

just as he had managed to get hanbyul’s birthday present right on time. he made that order not too long and he had feared the shop wouldn’t have everything ready and on time. but no, they got it ready for him and he truly couldn’t feel any luckier han that. not like he actively wants to take advantage of his friend visiting the dorm, but, you know, he’s absolutely taking advantage of it; surely saves him the trip to his place. 

he waits, however, until there’s a small moment of solitude between them in the living room, the rest of the boys minding their own businesses somewhere else, “so how does it feel to know your birthday is coming up and you’ll be super old now?” he teases him, obviously pushing aside the fact he’s younger only by a few weeks, “it’s a bit sad, isn’t it? you go to bed and you wake up a senior citizen, poor you.” he sits back against the armrest of the couch, “at least you can still kinda perform and all of that without breaking a bone, so there’s that.”

[fmdleon]

with: @fmdhanbyul. where: ko ryeohoon’s apartment. when: september 22nd. time: somewhere between 3 and 4 PM.

ryeohoon stretches his legs, tilts his right one a little towards hanbyul, who’s sitting right across in front of him. it’s subtle, but firm, wants the other to look up from his phone. 

days like this one are comfortable. the sun shines through ryeohoon’s curtains, the weather isn’t too cold, nor too warm, it feels okay, it feels nice. he often wonders if it’s just a coincidence or if destiny is trying to tell him something, because this perfect weather only happens when hanbyul is here, with him. 

“i made some changes to one of the songs,” he announces, because talking about work is clearly the best course of action to take to catch the other male’s attention, instead of straight up being vocal about how much he’s craving the physical intimacy; hilariously enough, as if he hadn’t gotten enough of it the prior night, and that morning too. “i’ll email it, though. then i guess you can tell me your thoughts about it and whatnot or whatever. figured those lyrics are more suitable than, you know, what i previously wrote.” 

work. it’s all supposed to be about work. 

but he gives in.

ryeohoon moves around until he finds himself crawling over to hanbyul, having zero shame when he takes his place on his lap, hands on his groupmate’s neck, “how satisfied are you?” he asks, and this is a question that requires two answers, but ryeohoon wants to play coy today, “with the new album, i mean.”

the ‘with me?’, he keeps to himself. 

they should be fighting. arguing. getting on each other’s nerves. but the thing is, that’s what the other CHARM boys would be seeing, that’s what they’ve been used to since many years ago. but then, when they’re alone, even though they can still fight, argue and get on each other’s nerves ( and they do ), ryeohoon prefers this; the calmness, the warmth. his hands and eyes on him, “be honest.”