#like-y

[wistfulreality]

( a starter for @like-y )

chorong hated it when she had to pretend to be daniel’s wife. actually, no, that made no sense. she had to pretend to be his wife everyday, but she hated it even more when she had to act couple-y with him. tonight was one of those nights because they had to observe their neighbors and try to figure out if there was anything suspicious of them. she had even had to pretend to cook a full table of food for their neighbors ( bless take-out ) and her eyes scanned the crowd as she leaned in closer to her ‘husband’. “yeobo, you did such a great job with some of the dishes tonight,” she cooed, pressing a kiss to his cheek as she cringed internally. her voice raised what seemed like two octaves when she was “cooing” and their guests nodded their head in unison. “really great food. you guys are amazing.” she turned to him and batted her eyelashes at him playfully . before turning her attention back to the guests.

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“you-- you did?” the warmth bursting across her cheeks is only growing by the second, and with yoonjo’s declaration of missing her, jinhee finds herself mentally cussing out chungja and her older brother now because this was their fault. she was standing in front of yoyo and embarrassing herself because they ditched her. again. “but i missed you too!” jinhee responds back quickly though despite the rush of awkwardness making its way through her body, fingers coming up to grasp at a piece of her blonde hair in order to fidget with it. her shy gaze lifts to look towards yoyo once more, head nodding in silent affirmation to her admittance of seeing stalking yoyo’s social media accounts, “i’ve seen the dancing videos you and your studio post. you guys are amazing.” jinhee compliments with a bit more earnest this time, ignoring the pink of her face in favor of actually paying the older girl a compliment that she’s wanted to give for awhile now. at the mention of bags jinhee is immediately startling, hands dropping from her hair, “oh-- my god! yes, of course! i’m so sorry-- he’s such an asshole-- i’ll help you with your bags!” || @like-y

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her stare does not go unnoticed, and jaehwan lets out a sheepish noise as a he brings a hand up, acting as if it’s quick and awkward movement would stop his best friend from assuming his words were an insult, “no! you’re hot! you’re hot as hell, yoyo. if you were into dudes i’d totally be all over you,” jaehwan doesn’t find his admittance awkward only because he has said the words before. albeit drunkenly, but it was still the truth. once more he assumes his feigned expression of coyness, attempting to not completely bury himself into the ground with yoyo when she’s only just now gotten here. “i’m-- sorry?” an apology was really all jaehwan could properly provide; she got in, didn’t she? the mention of jinhee has jaehwan scoffing, and he is about to comment with something sarcastic when yoyo’s observations are put out before him and he has the decency to flush a little bit, “uhhhh-- i declare that pure coincidence?” || @like-y

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“again, you can’t expect all spirits to react to death the same way as you would. that whole saying ‘everyone is different’ applies to the after-life, too. besides, you’re a little more different than most people.” geun counters the argument easily, turning back around to grasp at the railing and make his way up the stairs, knowing that sunny would be trailing not far behind. the house is cold; colder than what could be perceived as normal. especially when he hits the last step leading to the second level. the brisk feeling falls over him like a sheet of ice, and he exhales slowly, watching the visible puff of air that leaves his lips. “i think it’s friendly,” younggeun answers sunny’s distant voice with a nonchalant tone of his own, the odd pull of energy in his chest bringing him further down the hall to his left. there is a room at the end of it on the right that draws him in like the curl of a finger enticing him to come closer, and his steps haven’t stopped even as he continues to talk. “and i’m still not completely convinced that strangling situation was real. you were asleep and you snore really bad-- i’m pretty sure you did it to yourself.” || @like-y

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eunha is doing her best to keep herself calm, but the strum of her heartbeat is only quickening within her chest the longer she waits alongside jiwon for their jieun. this wasn’t something she felt very ready for but honestly, when was she ever ready for anything, nowadays? there is an anxiety nestled deep within the confines of her gut, making it just a little bit harder to breathe, and her breath catches completely when the officer finally enters the room with jieun by his side. their daughters eyes are wide, unshed tears brimming them, and there is a substantial amount of guilt that begins to weigh down on eunha’s shoulders. this is all my fault, are the immediate thoughts that begin to manifest themselves in her mind, and she’s swallowing the bitterness that begins to bubble in her throat. bitterness at herself. eunha stands silently as jiwon directs their daughter to where she will be going, gaze focused on the tiled floors of the station and she’s lost in her own desolate mind until she hears jiwon’s voice -- and it shakes her visibly, head snapping up to look at him with her own widened eyes before she’s quickly shaking her head, “no-- no it’s fine. i can take the bus home. i--” eunha pauses, hands hanging a little uselessly in the air as she grasps for the words she’s trying to find, “what are y-- no, we-- what are we going to do about this?” || @like-y

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eunsoo's lithe body moves obediently and willingly when he feels taekjoo’s hands shift him, and he takes his place above the other once more. taking advantage of the position now, he stretches out along his body so that more of their skin can touch, basking in how taekjoo’s warmth is both physically and emotionally present for him. eunsoo’s hands move to run down his bare chest and press against hips when their lips meet once more in a kiss that he eagerly returns. eunsoo is sated for now -- but if the small touches and kisses continue as they are he is sure to be pulling taekjoo in close once more to go for another round. the thoughts linger but are placed aside in favor of answering the questions being asked, a small hum of contentment slipping from the back of his throat when the kisses come along with the inquiries. one hand moves to slip into taekjoo’s hair, fingers threading and pulling just the slightest as his head tilts instinctively to give his boyfriend more room, “mm-- it was fine. it’s all beginning to seem the same lately. same concepts. same aesthetics. same ole, same ole.” eunsoo mumbles out, fingers continuing to sift through dark hair. “paris is still beautiful, though. i don’t think i’ll ever tire of that.” it’s an after thought that eunsoo doesn’t bother dwelling much on, leaning back to separate his sensitive skin from taekjoo’s mouth in order to press a chaste kiss against it instead. “how’s the business been going?” || @like-y