#rkhayi

[xrkhanbin]

— hi

A typical day for a typical Hanbin; tiring, endless, frustrating. 

Hanbin glanced at his phone once again while his instructor was discussing the techniques in singing. Of course,  singing wasn't his forte nor was it his interest, so it was normal for Kim Hanbin to not focus on that aspect.

"and that's how it works" his instructor finally finished his speech, in which Hanbin didn't entirely listen to.

At that time, he just wanted an outlet. Something to do to entertain him without getting in trouble. There's his DS, There's a bar not too far away

and there's Hayi

 [ text to: 한반 오빠 ] go to the cafeteria, i’m there

The second he received the text, he went out of the studio and made way to the cafeteria, greeting staffs whenever he'd seen one.

He arrived after two minutes and looked for the brunette girl. Once he spotted the younger sitting in one of the tables, he slipped beside her and smiled 

"hi"

[xrkhanbin]

[ text to : 한빈 오빠 ] i’m taking a break [ text to : 한빈 오빠 ] why are you being like this??????

 [ text to : food ] I'm always like this. get used to it [ text to : food ] break? let's meet up then [ text to : food ] bring foooooooood

[rkjaehyun]

"Don't look at me like that."

how could he not? she was the culprit of why on earth jaehyun had a make-shift cupid diaper [ out of some shabby pillow case ] on. with underwear underneath, you perverts. it was the 14th of fucking february and he deemed himself as doomed to spend it with this lil shit. well, it was his liability for this unfortunate aftermath for his pour soul, due to his [ presumptuous ] bet with her. that to state the obvious he lost [ but there's no way his bitter ass was going to accept that ].although he was the sorest loser in the universe, the punishment for his loss was something he just wanted to get out of the way, hoping they could compromise at its finish to never speak a word of it. and so he stood there, a miserable crown of flowers laying on his head and white, feathery wings serving as another fragment of his petty as fuck accessories. and he let her fire the plastic, heart-tailed arrows straight at his being. how the fuck could this have happened? 

[rksunyoung]

Is anything permissible in friendship? Nowadays, even sex can be permissible between friends.

( / sunyoung feels an eyebrow raising at the random girl who decided to ask her a random question — it was a little odd, but she’s been asked odder questions. she gave the smaller girl small smile before looking away as she answered her question; ) mmmh, i’d say that’s a big nah. everyone has limits, and it’s when you cross those limits that friendships can be broken really quickly. i think that’s why things like the unwritten ‘guy code’ and ‘girl code’ exist? and friends with benefits, really? ( / gives a little chuckle; ) one person in a friends with benefits situation catches feelings a good majority of the time, so i wouldn’t really say that counts, but you know.

[rkrxcky]

* q u a d r i l a t e r a l -- {hayi&ricky} -- [❤AU]

[ text to : ricky ❤ ] oh [ text to : ricky ❤ ] well okay then... [ text to : ricky ❤ ] come back soon~ [ text to : ricky ❤ ] i mean... i kinda wanna see you [ text to : ricky ❤ ] you know- cos i think we need to know each other since we're in the same grade? [ text to : ricky ❤ ] yeah, it's not weird [ text to : ricky ❤ ] don't stay away for long ~

( -- the girl frowned, tears threatening to fall down her cheeks at the apparent rejection that was staring back at her ) ... ( -- sighing a little, she looked up and forced a smile at her best friend who was sitting across from her, determined to forget her silent phone now sitting on her lap )

He'd disregarded his phone buzzing for several minutes because he was with Baekho and he was on Jeju with Baekho and he was going to spend the day on Jeju with his Baekho. And it was odd, because normally, seeing Hayi's name flash up on his phone, having her number saved to the device, reading messages all but begging him to come back and spend time with her, all of it would have had him flustered and stuttering and sprinting to her front door just for the chance to get to see her up close. But right now all he wanted to do was curl up under a blanket on the beach and watch the sunset. With Baekho.

[` ✉ text to hayi: yeah sure

[` ✉ text to hayi: i don't know when i'll be back though :\

[` ✉ text to hayi: but we'll see each other at school, right?

There was some tiny little sliver of a voice in the back of his brain screaming at him for turning her down, and so casually. But he could barely hear it over the hundreds of impulses telling him to cling to Baekho and never let go. 

[rkrxcky]

[ text to : ricky ❤ ] oh me too! [ text to : ricky ❤ ] i mean ... in my house and not in your house cos like i dont even know where you live ha ha ha [ text to : ricky ❤ ] i mean in my own house [ text to : ricky ❤ ] but maybe you wanna do something instead of doing nothing? [ text to : ricky ❤ ] with me i mean [ text to : ricky ❤ ] like together [ text to : ricky ❤ ] maybe? [ text to : ricky ❤ ] if you want to

He's stepping off the bus when his phone buzzes again, and he looks down with a smile, only for it to falter when he doesn't see Baekho's contact name flashing across the display. Strange. Normally he'd be thrilled to see messages from Hayi on his phone. In fact he was, just a few minutes ago. But now that kind of excitement seemed almost dull in comparison to the elation he felt when he remembered he was going to see his hyung in just a couple hours.

[` ✉ text to hayi : haha yeah

[` ✉ text to hayi : oh that'd be fun but i'm actually at the airport right now

[` ✉ text to hayi : maybe later when i get back?^^

He feels bad, because she seems really enthusiastic, and he hates to have to turn a friend down. But the man who hands him his boarding pass tells him his flight boards in five minutes and he still has to get through security and he really doesn't have time to be worrying about anything else.

[rkrxcky]

[ text to : ricky ❤ ] hi hello hi~ this is hayi- i sorta stole your number from jeongguk's phone... [ text to : ricky ❤ ] i mean not like stole i sorta asked [ text to : ricky ❤ ] but i mean its not like in a freaky way or anything [ text to : ricky ❤ ] so yeah totally not weird [ text to : ricky ❤ ] but what i've been meaning to say is where are you? what are you doing?

He blinks down at the messages the flash one by one across the display of his phone, and he’s really not at all sure what to do with himself, because unless this is some kind of cruel joke played by one of his sunbaes Hayi is texting him of all people. He sits there for several moments, mainly because he can’t figure out what name to put down in his contacts. He decides on just her name after deleting ‘angel’ and ‘the love of my life’ because he wants to avoid ridicule from his sunbaes at all costs before attempting to type out a reply.

[` ✉ text to hayi : nowhere and nothing!

[` ✉ text to hayi : i mean im at home and i’m not doing anything. just homework. but nothing important.

[` ✉ text to hayi : why what’s up?

There’s a knock on the door the moment he hits ‘send’ and it makes him jump, because his nerves are already frayed from actually texting Hayi. He’s clinging to his phone as if for dear life when he goes to answer the door, only there’s no one there. Before him sits a small box, tied up prettily with a ribbon and nothing on it but his name, and really he should know better by now, but he picks up the box and takes it inside, some terribly irrational part of his brain telling him it’s from Hayi. Even thought it’s small, when he opens the box, he finds it is almost too big for what’s inside, one harmless looking chocolate truffle in a bed of pink tissue paper. He doesn’t hesitate before grabbing it and popping it into his mouth (it’s not the right way to eat a truffle at all, but something about the package or the candy tells him to go for it all at once). The second it melts away completely, he’s back to furiously typing messages on his phone, only they’re not for Hayi at all.

[` ✉ text to bruce lee : where are you

[` ✉ text to bruce lee : can you come over right now

[` ✉ text to bruce lee : please

[xrkhanbin]

♡

// 15 ➨ An Apple

Sometimes Hanbin would realize that Hayi’s actually a sixteen year old. She’s really a bundle of talent, isn’t she? 

The year was 2014; Hayi’s debut. Hanbin tried to pass through limbs and bodies on his way to the backstage and once he did, two built man who Hanbin swore were Pokemons tried to block him.

"Kim Hanbin, I’m on the list" 

and without further questions, the two Pokemons let him through. The second he stepped inside the backstage, he was greeted with photographers, not towards him but towards the new idol. Hanbin smiled, he was proud to have known her. She seemed busy and being Hanbin, he didn’t have the patience to wait in line with millions of people. So, he slipped an apple on her table, hoping she’d see it once everything was done. He already gave a bite on it though and had a note posted on the fruit; 

You were great, have an apple

I tasted it, there’s no poison

                             , your hottest sunbae

and with that, he went out and left.