“I don’t want you to have to deal with that part of me.” (began)
“why?”
simple as that, right? it was the first thing to leave his lips, and honestly? bee almost didn’t have anything else to add. that’s how off of a question it felt. i don’t want you to have to deal with that part of me. well, why? as far as bee was concerned he was here to love, cherish, and care for every bit of logan, so.
so…
so, yeah, maybe he was looking at him like he had six heads instead of one.
“i don’t want you to think you have to hide things, or thoughts, or — or anything.” memories, moods, nightmares. whatever the case, whatever logan might have that felt heavy on his shoulders, bee wanted in. he wanted to help carry the weight, or just be there to listen. with everything logan has done for him? every way he had been there, every tough conversation? it only made sense that bee would want to do the same, you know?
it wasn’t like hana was trying to be difficult — she wasn’t trying to say one thing and do another. they had both agreed that it was time, right? to go their own ways before things got bad between them. they needed time — they always did, didn’t they? time to let themselves come back down to earth, to remember the good moments and let the bad fade away. when you had a never ending life, time seemed to be all you had to rely on.
and yeah, they did go their own separate ways. but weeks wasn’t their usual — it was usually years. decades, even. enough time that them happening across one another was almost fate. enough time where they would maybe do a double take — there’s no way that’s him, she’d tell herself.
what were the chances they always seemed to find one another before too much time went by? it always happened without fail. just when she’d seem to fully let insoo out of her head they’d end up in the same coffee shop, or grocery store — standing in line for the same food vender.
so why had they walked into the same little cafe so soon after agreeing to go their own ways? just weeks later?
so why were they tangled up, unable to pull themselves off of one another in his bed?
so why, pray tell, did she not mind a single second of it? maybe because she did believe in fate, she believed that time would bring them together when they were ready.
that, and she just liked how perfectly they fit together — how right his weight felt as he settled between her legs. how good he tasted, and how every kiss only got better. every kiss and every touch had her feeling a little more drunk, and it only had hana wanting more.
a gasp escaped her lips only to be muffled into the kiss as they rolled, eyes falling closed as she wrapped around him. one leg hooked over his hip, hand slowly trailing down his side and inwards. she clearly had a goal in mind with how her hand went to work on the button of his pants, and the other tangled in his hair. she didn’t want the kisses to stop, and she wanted him naked — surely she could have both at the same time.
@giventakes sent: ( sms ): hey grandma/grandpa, can i get that cookie recipe from you? it's for my home ec class! (from christian!! KJHSKJDFHSKJF)
jiwon is... confused. this isn’t the first wrong number text that he’s received, but it’s become increasingly more difficult to laugh and ignore them lately. especially when he receives at least one on a daily basis, only to find no record of any such message the next day. gone from his text history, as if he’d dreamt it all up on his own for some wicked, unfathomable reason. earlier this week, too, jiwon definitely had an entire conversation with someone from group therapy, someone he knew. knows. sees and shakes hands with every week. but when he woke after a fitful night, the last text in their conversation was from the previous week. jiwon feels like he’s losing his place in this world, and one day he’ll just.. disappear.
but.
but, but, but.
but this is christian, and jiwon likes talking to him. even if it all goes away tomorrow, at least he will dream of something nice today.
[ sms -> christian jwa ] not sure if you meant to send that to me, but this is my favourite cookie recipe bit.ly/00001A
[ sms -> christian jwa ] just be careful if you’re baking for someone else though
[ sms -> christian jwa ] it has tree nuts, so.. you can skip those or maybe substitute it with desiccated coconut?
[ sms -> christian jwa ] coconut doesn’t have the same texture, but it still tastes good
[ sms -> christian jwa ] it’s probably not as good as your grandparent’s recipe, but you might still like it :)
@giventakes sent: ( sms ): my sibling's being a shit, you wanna steal their car with me? (from log ^_^)
as an only child, jiwon had rarely fought for attention or second helpings at the dinner table. there were, of course, moments when his parents couldn’t quite understand why he wanted to leave the comfort of their tiny seaside town for a bustling city and a haphazard career, but that was all on his own merit. they didn’t exactly have other children to compare him to. so when logan regales to him tales of sibling rivalry that burns as fiercely as the camaraderie, jiwon listens with hands beneath his chin and fascination in his eyes. his knowledge of the nature of siblings only extends as far as corny sitcoms and after-the-fact stories from his friends, but jiwon likes to think he would be a good brother. so, naturally, he responds to logan’s text with:
[ sms -> socks’ dad 🧦 ] yes of course
honestly, he probably shouldn’t be so quick to agree to committing a crime (or, at the very least, acting as an accomplice to one), but at the end of the day siblings always love each other. that’s how things work—right? they can argue and fight, steal one another’s jackets and embarrass each other in front of their crushes, but the love between siblings runs as deep as the earth’s core. so jiwon has been led to believe.
[ sms -> socks’ dad 🧦 ] am i meeting you or what?
[ sms -> socks’ dad 🧦 ] what’s our escape plan?
“why are you so afraid of being honest with me?” (from stu 4 whoever u want x)
well — that was a straightforward question, wasn't it? it didn't really let sunwoo with an easy out. it was something that needed a proper answer, and for that he needed a second. maybe two. did he say it? did he risk it? risk their friendship for nothing more than the hope that his feelings would be reciprocated? it felt like a jump, one he'd need to put faith in. luckily for them both, he didn't really mind doing such a thing. it could get his heartbeat picking up, sure, but he'd still do it.
"i don't want to ruin what we have." it was sunnie's first explanation, one said as he sat back in his chair and folded his hands over his stomach. a soft sigh as he looked at the other man, eyes roaming his features slowly as he got his words together. "i like what we are, now. but," alright, yeah, it was definitely a little nerve-wracking, but that was mostly because sunnie was stalling a little. "i think i'd like what we could be together more."
❝ are you hurt? did they hurt you? ❞ (from hyunsoo for whoever u want 🫶)
was she hurt? the question was enough to have elsie taking a second to do a mental check — no, she didn't feel hurt. maybe mentally shaken up a little, sure, but nothing physical. so she was shaking her head in answer, brows furrowing slightly as she rubbed her hands over the tops of her thighs for a second. "no, no they — i'm fine — thank you." came first as her eyes finally drifted away from the guys in question to instead land on hyunsoo. if she had it her way they'd gloss right over this little incident and enjoy their night instead. "your first drink's on me, now." it was said with a slow growing smile as she settled down fully, and was offering a hand to hyunsoo right after. considering he appeared at just the right time to shoo those guys off, it was the least she could do. "c'mon, it's cold out here."
“ what’s going on in that head of yours? ” (began <3)
"what?" bee answered without a single thought behind it, almost out of reflex. but then his boyfriends words caught up and he was looking up towards him. he was just in his head, is all. thinking, off in some made up land, apparently.
or, not totally. it wasn't made up, was it? it was his life. not a single part of it was make believe, and that? that was enough to put a small, warm smile on his lips as his eyes resettled on his boyfriend. and oh, as he took in those features he loved so much? that alone could keep him warm inside. it usually did, anyway. expressing feelings always seemed to warm his cheeks and get him smiling, even after all this time. it just didn't seem to matter, thinking about and talking about how much he loved and cared for logan? instant flush.
but he wasn't a secret keeper, you know? logan asked, and bee would spill the beans. even if it had him pulling his blanket higher and he needed to resist the urge to outright giggle. what, was he a teenager? "i was thinking about you," was said all the same, and oh, how embarrassing to say out loud — caught red-handed thinking mushy thoughts about logan. he must have been smiling to himself, or something. of course he was, though. thinking about the things they got up to, the time spent together. quiet naps, or hectic time in the kitchen. walks when the weather was nice, dressing socks up. there was just so much to think about? so much for bee to smile about.
"and about how happy i am." because of logan, no doubt. god, he was happy. still, his hands came up to his cheeks to hide the blush with a soft laugh escaping. "not a word about it, log —"
