#threaded.

[kwnjh]

´°^°` — this & @smueji

okay, yes, sometimes she crosses the line. jumps over the boundary of when and when she shouldn’t joke around. she gets the whole schpeel, serious matters need serious attitudes and not silly behaviour. it makes sense, really. the only thing is, with him, she didn’t see a reason to follow that. how could they obtain such a fun and intriguing relationship if there wasn’t a little bit of daringness every once in a while? but yes, there’s a limit to that too. and yes… she crossed that too. but hey, it’ll make for a funny story later. give her a break. it wasn’t like anything too critical was going to happen anyway, just a little scolding when he found out that she had been lying the entire time to his face.

but wait, let’s give a little background information here. a mere few minutes ago suji had reached the point of threatening him. it was playful though, and her façade was on point too. her facial expressions were stern enough to have him actually believing her act for once, and it even resulted in her pulling out her phone and pretending dialing a certain number that should only be used in emergency situations. her excuse: he made her mad. she wouldn’t tell him why though. just that he made her mad.

“they said i can have you removed from the house, and if you don’t leave they will come and forcefully remove you.” her face was still, which came as a surprise as she oh-so badly wanted to bust out in laughter. the reality: she called his own phone, luckily got the voice mail, and left a long miscellaneous yelling message. no police involved here, nope, just scheming. love you jaeho!

“now you either leave, or i get you removed. i don’t want to see you for a while.” sorry oppa, april fools has come early.

“Suji.” he almost snorts as he sighs aloud with her name on his tongue, that large head of his, full of silky brown locks – but messy, just borderline messy, shaking from one side to the other while the tips of his fingers align precisely to pinch at the bridge of his nose. something he did an awful too many times whenever she were involved, or put him in whatever kind of inconvenient situations could possibly come up with on spot. the snort he now thickly swallows back down had originated from the thought of how serious he sounds when he calls her by her actual name, every time, and the fact that he were sure that this damn girl was actually attempting her best — was admittedly doing pretty well at telling the worst fib she’d every told a soul in her life, surely. firstly, everyone knew that if an unmarried couple lived together and people found out, especially the federal police, it would be some trouble for the both of them no matter who was in the wrong, especially one with an age gap that fits a walking toddler. and secondly, he didn’t believe the police would truly give a single shit about some angry lady’s problems with her boyfriend – ‘least not enough to leave their comfortable positions in their offices to come all the way to the given address to take him away just because he’d infuriated her. really, jagiya, has the winter weather already gotten to your brain? 

“they won’t be taking me away either way, i have proof to what you’ve done to me first.” he chides with much sass, purposefully.

he wouldn’t even allow the police into his home whether they liked it or not. and it would be to protect not himself, but her. she knows that she’ll end up the one getting taken away for staying with him without a legitimate ring on her finger, so calling would only bring danger to their time spent together. “i’ll tell them all about how you messed up my hair after i got a haircut, and also how i did it back to you for revenge.” he teases, though with a small frown that barely lasts as his lips twitch in threat of incoming laughter, index finger outstretched and pointing towards the said mess laying above his forehead like a dead cat. “and you ended up getting angry and called for their help. you loser.” then he’s taking the phone from her grasp, holding it up over his head where she can’t reach at all while he unlocks the screen to quickly punch in a number with his finger before she can see. his own number.

“yes, hello officer. i would like to report noise harassment? yes, there’s a lady living here and she’s making so much noise right now. i don’t know what she’s doing but it sounds like an evil ritual so please help. thank you.” not too long ago had he successfully managed to escape her little reaching hands, which lead to him now crouching onto the kitchen counter with the phone between his ear and shoulder while he fights her off. “you’re going to get caught. hohoho.~”

[kwnjh]

´°^°` — this & @dioscvri

ᴄᴏᴏᴋɪɴɢ ᴘʀᴏᴠɪᴅᴇᴅ ᴀɴ ᴀʟᴛᴇʀɴᴀᴛɪᴠᴇ ꜰᴏʀᴍ ᴏꜰ ᴡᴀʀᴍᴛʜ. The frothing curry served as a consolation prize after enduring dropping temperatures for a performance. Its aroma fills the greater portion of the apartment– Jaeho’s apartment, given its close proximity between Deaftones and home. Dongwoo stares into the hypnotizing mixture of vegetables and beef, the added protein a luxury given the time of night as most stores were closed. He loses himself in thought, musing over the ingredients and possible additives– when hit with curiosity, the younger raises his head and looks around for the homeowner. ❝ …Hyung? ❞ Gongju was first to respond, an indicator being the sound of nails inching their way towards the kitchen; he offers the senior a smile and crouches low to make eye contact with the dog. ❝ Have you seen him? ❞

it was merely a ten minute walk to the nearby 24-hour convenience store, albeit a simple walk that he would have never taken in this cold weather under regular circumstances — when he were alone with Gongju, at least. there was no way in hell, even if he were starving or extremely dehydrated and dying slowly on the comforting warmth of his bed. quite the exaggeration, yes, but that’s nothing new. tonight was much different, though, something that didn’t happen too frequent yet too meagerly either; although the current temperatures were close to practically dropping so low that he would’ve thought that global warming was a entirely lie, he’d still decided to throw on some clothes and quietly pull himself out of the apartment for a quick stroll to the store, for beer, while Dongwoo absorbed himself in his cooking. true, they’d just left from a bar where they could have had as much beer as they wanted, but in this weather nobody in their rightful minds dared to linger for too long after their show, including themselves who slipped out together after agreeing on where to crash for food. and it was his place, of course, since his friend lived far.

“She sees me every morning when I wake up. Sometimes hops in my bed to lick me awake when she notices that I slept for too long.” right on time. the door shuts behind him and he hastily peels away his jacket, gloves and shoes between hisses, and soon coos towards Gongju who eagerly sprints over. he’d made sure to hurry home in case the younger finished quicker than estimated and came to notice his absence, above that started worrying about it – and of course because of the cold that nipped at his ears and fingertips until the point where it stung like bees every time the outside wind carried itself by in just a soft whisper. seems like he were a footstep or two away from getting a text. “Yah, have you finished already? I brought us some treaaaats — Gongju-ya, give me a second. Appa will get you your treats too.”