IMPULSE / SKYLINE.
@mmhyojin
Contrary to popular belief, Jaehwa enjoyed the simple things in life just as much as the next person. From birds chirping serene tunes when they are not taking a shit on everyone to writing down sonnets upon his windowsill whilst Mother Nature decides to take a shit on everyone with rain. He was a sociable man by definition, and other factors which we’ll get into detail about another time; yet, there was always a found solace with just being around people he cared about. His mother, friends—anyone who did not walk out the door after they got what they needed.
Park Hyojin was one of those people whom he fucking cared about, and if we were being cheesy with an extra side of cheese, he would claim that the other was damn nearly like a brother to him. Therefore, as we turn a page to the current moment in which Jaehwa is in Hyojin’s room, staring intently at his friend; there are regular intervals that he truly feels blessed to have friendships such as this. Too bad that is not the fucking thought presently on his mind, though.
“Man,” Jaehwa whined, rubbing his chin whilst his stare persisted. “How long have we been friends again?” He took a moment to figure out the answer to his own question. Two years? Maybe they have been best friends during their past lives, only to be reunited in this era—but that kind of critical thinking shit made his head hurt. Fingers ran through blond tresses. “Is there a reason why we haven’t, like, kissed yet?”
Jaehwa scooted closer. “I mean, if you don’t wanna, it’s all good. But, like, have you ever even thought about it? Cause I think about it every day, bro.”