#rkjunior

[rkcyj]

ordinary; 2young

rkjunior

If there’s one thing Youngjae missed about living with his parents, it was the fact that his mother folded his clothes for him.

Honestly, it’s not hard work. The fabric is soft under his fingers and still warm from the dryer, which really isn’t all that pleasant or satisfying considering summer weather but it’s not unbearable. Youngjae just had never been much of a fan of chores in general; maybe he was a little bit on the lazy side.

He hummed to himself, something familiar from the radio but the actual lyrics and name of the song escaped his mind. The melody was catchy enough to stay with him though. Running water had turned into white noise in the background, just enough sound to take away the silence. A bath was the perfect reward for doing mundane housework like laundry, as if folding clothes was something that deserved something de-stressing.

“Hyung,” his voice had never been particularly loud, but he raised it enough to ensure he’d be heard, “Is this yours or mine?” Youngjae held up one of the shirts yet to be folded. Did it really matter who it belonged to? Probably not, Youngjae had no qualms about sharing clothes but he still figured it was common courtesy to at least ask.

[rkcyj]

[ msg to: ☺️ ] are you almost home? food is getting cold

[ txt ⇢ jinyoung :D ] you didn’t have to wait up for me!![ txt ⇢ jinyoung :D ] i’ll be home soon i promise

[rkjaebum]

i think ur a contra

( * jaebum’s a couch potato -- in the literal sense as well as the figurative sense, as he does often eat potatoes on his couch; with the hours spent doing virtually nothing, he decides to squeeze in an hour or two on league of legends, which he has deemed a game that might have ruined his life at one point or another; he’s learned not to rush back home just to play his daily fix, but he’s not at the point where he’s completely over this ‘addiction’; he has an awesome time playing, though, and he can owe it mostly to jinyoung; right now, he’s actually getting some fresh air and meeting jinyoung at a restaurant not too far from where he lives, just to actually talk face-to-face instead through skype )

( txt ) where are u dude??? the waitress lady is looking at me weird and its kinda discomforting omg

[rkcyj]

slight buzz || youngjae&jinyoung

The bass was so loud that Youngjae could feel it vibrating in his chest and bodies bumped into his as they danced around the crowded room. The plastic cup in the boy’s hand sloshed dangerously close to the lip and threatened to spill all over him, but thankfully the kid had already drank enough of its contents for safety. It was the fourth cup someone had put in Youngjae’s hands and his movements felt slow and he felt so light and airy.. he knew that he must be at least a little bit drunk. Still, he couldn’t be bothered to care as he was jostled around by the crowd until he found himself at the edges of the party again.

He had come to this party with a friend of his brother’s, but he didn’t know where that guy was now. Actually, Youngjae suspected that he might have ditched and left the younger boy there. With the alcohol making his brain a little fuzzy, he wasn’t even upset by it. The blond boy took a seat on the abandoned couch away from the dancers and held the cup with both hands and curled in on himself, smiling absently and giggling at the funny ways the other guests contorted their bodies to the music. Youngjae guessed that they were dancing well, though even sober he wouldn’t have been able to really judge that.