#rculette

[stvrryeyed]

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jinhee: you ABANDONED ME

jinhee: WE ARE SUPPOSED TO BE SPENDING THE SUMMER ////TOGETHER////

jinhee: YOU ARE NOT HERE

jinhee: this is the complete OPPOSITE OF "TOGETHER"

[stvrryeyed]

@rculette //

"right here!” a finger points in the direction of the hallway up towards their right, and geun can’t help but stumble to the side a little bit in his hurry to get there but also move out of the way so that sunny can film it. “like, there isn’t anything down there right now, but it’s an awesome and spooky shot. it’ll look cool when we edit the video and stuff later.” geun is grinning in his excitement despite it nearing one in the morning and nothing had really happened yet. there was a weird energy lingering around the house that he had picked up on but whatever was here had yet to really make themselves known. he turns to look towards where sunny is behind him, brow raising expectantly, “we still haven’t even gone upstairs yet. this place is so creepy---- it’s awesome.”

[stvrryeyed]

@rculette //

“---- okay, i’m very aware that it was my idea to invite you out here to spend the summer with me, but there were no terms and conditions stated at the time that i would be the one who would have to find things for us to do.” jaehwan is grinning despite the truth of his words. the summer home was awesome for chilling and relaxing, which was what he figured they would be doing -- he didn’t know he had to actually think about actual activities for the two of them to do as well. “you’re better at that shit, yoyo. i can’t be trusted with decisions like that-- we will end up golfing.”

[stvrryeyed]

@rculette //

a perky ass clad in the shortest shorts that he had ever seen is certainly not what jaehwan expected to walk into his kitchen and see first thing in the morning. or was it afternoon? his eyes are still partially shut, just opened enough to blearily make out the surroundings around him, and the underlying feeling of still needing to wake up is lingering over him and keeping his mind fogged. he’s disoriented just enough that for a moment it seems like his brain short-circuits on him and he doesn’t know how to react to whoever the girl is in front of him. or, more so, the clear view of her butt that he has right now as she digs through the fridge. he has no clue who she is; but he can tell just enough that it’s not his sister ( which thank god ) . he moves further into the kitchen, reaching for the fridge door as he comes up to it, making sure to not get too close to her. “wha’ the fuck are you doin’?” he finally mumbles out, voice low and gravelly from his sleep state, his free hand coming up to rub at his eyes and then drop to his bare chest to scratch at the skin there. it doesn’t register to jaehwan to put on clothes -- the print boxers he is wearing are suitable enough for him, and this was his home anyway. his hair is a mess. he hasn’t even showered yet after coming in last night from his late flight for summer vacation. he still doesn’t know what time it is. “think you can share with the rest of us?” 

[stvrryeyed]

‘you never fail me.’ hanboa

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// @transfcrmer, @rculette

her words ring clear and han can’t help that they make him immediately pause in his internal grief, hands that had been roughly running through his red hair due to the stress of their predicament finally pausing. brown eyes lift their gaze to fall on the girl opposite of him who had just spoken – the reason he’s feeling his guilt bubble up within his chest now – and their gazes connect. and then THAT feeling comes back again. the one that had been twisting and turning and filling the space between them with tension for months now. the feeling that kept making han’s heart start to beat just a little faster. he can hear it in his ears now, a rush of heat finding his cheeks because boa didn’t just say stuff like that without actually genuinely wanting to.

granted, the reason was probably a little childish and not as serious as hanuel was making it out to be – but he had promised.

“it’s not even the right movie.” he mumbled out, frowning at the dvd case that he had flopped down onto the table in front of them upon realizing that it wasn’t the movie that boa had been going on and on for weeks about wanting to watch. he had wanted to surprise her with it; and with a night for just the two of them to hang out and catch up on quality time that had become lost within the stress of constantly moving. as well as their own personal lives.

but her words are still buzzing in his ears even as she moves to put the movie in the dvd player despite it not being what she wanted. the heat is still growing in his cheeks, his heart still thudding in his chest, eyes following as she takes her place beside him once more and cuddles up to him. his arm instinctively moves to wrap around her shoulders, pulling her in closer and adjusting his body just enough to get comfortable. “i’m sorry,” han can’t help but apologize even though boa isn’t upset, and he drops his head to look down at her when she peeks up at him from where she’s comfortably pressed against his side. her look alone says it all (’shut up, hanuel’) but that feeling stirs again, and han’s holding his breath, acknowledging that their gazes are lingering on each other, words unspoken lingering, and it’s the second that he watches as her gaze flickers to glance at his lips that he finally does it.

it. the thing that he had been thinking about doing ever since this feeling had started up for him. it being the press of his lips against her own, a hand moving to grasp her chin and tilt her head up just enough for their mouths to slide together. time stops in that moment and han doesn’t know how long they sit there kissing but the moment he pulls away, its like everything suddenly starts up again and he can hear the title screen music of the movie is replaying once more as it waits for them to prompt it to play. hanuel pulls back completely now, hand releasing the hold it has on her chin and he’s making an odd choking sound, shifting from where he’s sitting once more and jostling the two of them as if to break the tension, clearing his throat and then snatching up the remote to finally press play.

he was going to avoid talking about what just happened until after this fucking movie was over with.

“uh– um. a-anyway. let’s watch bolt.”

[stvrryeyed]

- CONTINUED FROM HERE.

@rculette // 

it was moments like this where eunsoo sincerely debated on completely dropping his line of work and choosing, instead, to just stay in taekjoo’s home forever like some stay-at-home wife in order to never be away from this. from him. from the entire setting displayed around him. the sheets are a comfort underneath his bare body, and he’s rolling over onto his stomach to swipe at his phone (which had been forgotten about for the past few hours while taekjoo and him reconnected), and he thumbs through a few text messages that don’t require an immediate response, and complete ignores the email notifications that are waiting to be read. eunsoo throws it aside after a second passes, unconcerned with it now and immediately moving to curl back up towards where taekjoo still laid. his own appearance is still disheveled, brown hair a mess and bangs having stuck to his forehead from sweat, and he uncaringly brings a hand up to run through the wreck and make it even more of one. eunsoo’s other hand comes up to gingerly press against a mark that had been left on taekjoo’s collarbone, smile curling onto the edge of his lips, “i missed you.” and eunsoo had already said it numerous times, but he still felt it deeply, fingers now pressing into the bare skin presented before him.