@lighthousc has requested a starter ! || based off the FIFTH BULLET POINT from [ THIS ] prompt , reversed roles
there’s a reason hunter’s mother had stopped allowing him to help when it came to anything food related . even at twenty - three it’s not guaranteed that everything will make it onto a plate and today isn’t much different . it’s an almost unconscious action . one moment he’s zoning out , eyes seemingly staring at the pot of alfredo sauce in front of him but not really seeing the contents and the next he’s flinging sauce off of the spoon and onto hyunsik . it takes a split second to realize that he’d just flung a potential very hot sauce on his best friend and a not very sincere sounding “ oh shit you good ? “ left his mouth . “ that wasn’t hot right ? “ he asked before bursting into laughter . “ fuck man , sorry ! i didn’t even think i just did . “ he said between his laughter .
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“hey, uh...” it’s been a few weeks since she’s moved into the shared apartment and she’s been a little suspicious of her roommate since day one. she wouldn’t be surprised if he felt the same way about her. the vampire is setting up breakfast-- it’s for him, to feign being human and friendliness. “what did you say you do again? for work, i mean.”
What were they going to do? Hearing about Minji’s plans to leave, the reasoning behind it, Tennis knew they couldn’t - they couldn’t let him do this. They could say it was for Minji’s sake. They could lie and say they didn’t want him to ruin his life. But the truth was... Tennis was selfish. In this moment Tennis just wanted to be selfish. To hold on to Minji longer. To hear his laughter. To feel his hands in their hair. To become such sweaty messes together again in the practice room.
Even breaking up would have been easier than this.
Minji leaving for someone he didn’t want was... Tennis didn’t know what to do. How were they supposed to keep Minji here? Were they supposed to just grab on to him and not let him leave? Or were they supposed to simply watch from afar, be a friend for him to cry on, and be there for him? The latter was probably the best option, if Tennis were truthful. The least selfish of the options they had. They wanted to be selfish. That same selfishness was why Tennis wasn’t planning to see Minji this day. Tear stained cheeks don’t dare to face the man they’d come to care to much about. Minji was the person they’d so adamantly fought with their father to let them work with, and the person they never wished to let go of. How would they possibly let him go if they saw him packing? No. Tennis was sure if eyes fell on such a sight they would grab on and never let go. Selfish. Tennis wanted to be selfish, but they couldn’t be could they?
Hands tucked under head tear blurry eyes trained on the photos on their own night stand. Photos from concerts they’d shared, and a silly print out of that Instagram post that had started this - caption and all. This is my boyfriend! Such a simple set of four words, ones in which they’d expected Minji to deny so easily, and yet ones that the other had agreed to without so much as a message sent their way. My boyfriend. Tennis had never thought they’d be able to look at Minji and truly call him such a simple set of words. They’d fantasized about it, dreamed about it, wished for the opportunity to say it but for Minji to agree... Tennis was happier than they ever had been.
Why did that happiness have to come to an end? “You’re my boyfriend... Not anyone elses...” Tennis chokes out into the silent air of their apartment. A space usually filled with the others things but now... now it felt so bare. So empty. He couldn’t leave. What was he doing here alone? This wasn’t right. This place was Minji’s as much as it was their own at this point and this - this wasn’t right. Tennis slowly raises from their bed, searching around the apartment for any sign that this was some kind of nightmare. It had to be. Yet the absence of his slippers by the edge of the bed, the absence of his jewelry spread out across the table in the corner, and absence of his jacket hung up by the door told them the cold truth.
This was reality.
No.
NO!
Tennis couldn’t let this happen. It was a flurry the moment Tennis’ heart won over their mind, scrambling for keys, throwing shoes on, and dashing to make it to Minji’s apartment - hoping they weren’t to late.
When they finally arrived. When they noticed him still there, staring, that flurry dissipated in moments. What were they going to say? Beg him to stay? Beg him not to leave their side? No. No they couldn’t... “I’m saying my goodbyes.” No. That’s not what Tennis wanted to say, but standing there, rubbing their arm, watching that expression on Minji’s face... He looked so miserable... Tennis couldn’t let this happen. No. Tennis steps forward slowly, wrapping their arms around Minji and pulling him away from the box. They weren’t going to let him go. They were going to be selfish because, in that moment, they were sure of one fact -
-- it wasn’t often gemini was able to make a run for it like this. usually he behaved well, listened to hyun and always did what he was told during practice but with their leader preoccupied with the younger members -- gemini dipped out of the dance studio so fast. he wasn’t in the mood for practice, despite them needing all the time they could get in the studio now that their debut date was set. maybe that was why he didn’t want to be stuck inside with his members -- they should be celebrating! they’re finally going to debut!
it was when he heard familiar voices coming from one of the recording studios -- overture. sunbaenims from his company that his group was rather close to thanks to veera mainly, but it was upon hearing them that he knew what he was going to do. pretty much just barging into the studio, he bows lightly to them before making a beeline for the couch and the member currently sitting on it. “hi, don’t mind me,” he speaks in passing, waving a hand in the air. soon enough, the six foot tall trainee lays down, head in the other’s lap before pulling the blanket fully over his frame and his head. “also i’m not here if any of my members ask, thanks.”
❛ is there something on my face ? ❜
coming across in a rather snappy tone, yon stares into the optics ahead of her, her mirror glassy optics remaining nonchalant & unreadable. as always. this individual interested her, maybe she wanted to ask them ? no. it was way to soon to be considering those types of things. shaking off the thought, she simply scoots just a little further away in her chair, gaze remaining on the stranger’s.
