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[dowonist-blog]

soft

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when first discovering the cavern, dowon didn’t visit it often after that initial time. he had gotten what he wanted out of the place — repairs and a new system upgrade. but then his fuck up with taehyun tore him to shreds and he thought, maybe, his heart was malfunctioning. he’d wanted to ask yejun that day, but he either missed him or came in on a day the other wasn’t around. that day, he met jae. it helped him a lot meeting jae, whether or not the other is aware of it.

now, it’s second nature heading into the cavern and heading right for jae’s area. sometimes he’s on a laptop, but today is his usual work space — a desktop computer with various windows open, fingers typing away. those pink headphones set jae apart from the others working at desks; they’re what drew dowon to him to begin with. he’s not sure if they’re the same as two years ago, but they seem to be ageless.

he grabs a rolling stool and sits down on it by the edge of jae’s desk. he doesn’t always interrupt jae when he’s working, sometimes just sitting here quietly is enough to entertain dowon, but today he really wants jae’s attention. it doesn’t take him long to scoot a little closer, until jae’s arm brushes against him as he works, then he pauses and waits. nothing. a gentle tug on jae’s hoodie, then dowon’s resting his hands in his lap, still watching him expectantly, a little smile on his lips. he knows jae can’t resist now.

[revenaant]

riling up

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the job of a lookout isn’t exactly fascinating and kaoru grows bored easy, which is why his music is almost always blaring in one ear at all times. he keeps one ear unoccupied so he can listen out for anyone coming near. he’s just skipped to a rather mellow song, one that he normally saves for when he’s allow and can drown in the feeling it gives, when he hears footsteps. instead of finding another song, he cuts his music off and rips the earbud out, all attention on the approaching figure.

but of course, it’s j. it’s always j about this time, and really, kaoru would know those stupid pink earphones anywhere. he’s about the only person to have something so ugly on his person at one time. “no sweet droid hanging off your arm today?” he hums, nonchalant, but a smirk on his lips. it’s always so much fun to rile j up. “shame, i think i’d have prefered to see him compared to you.” kaoru doesn’t even know the android’s name or face, it’s always covered up, but he knows the droid and j hang around one another a lot. “maybe he finally found someone *interesting to hang with?”