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[eunsangrk]

who's your current crush?

( ‘the question shouldn’t make him freeze up as much as it does.’ ) “erm...” ( ‘there shouldn’t even be hesitation, but the way his mind jumps to xuxi before his actual boyfriend...he’s far from proud of it.’ ) “yangyang, of course. i’m dating him!” ( ‘he manages to pull back, but he doesn’t feel good about it.’ )

[rkzhengting]

who do u love most, yangyang or yangyang -not yangyang

        “i love ‘-not yangyang’ the most.”  old man pats himself on the back for a decent comeback.

[jenoxrk-blog]

,sunshy

                         ( with @yangyangrk )

it’s a feat, but by sheer force ( and a ton of shameless begging ) alone, jeno manages to get yangyang out of bed before the clock hits four-thirty in the morning. he’s personally accustomed to early starts, having ingrained an exercise schedule into his bones for long enough that his body, bless its’ poor circadian rhythm, can’t stay in bed for too long lest he start feeling restless. he knows yangyang isn’t the same, but the two years he’s been back in seoul and back in his friend’s company have made him increasingly greedier when it comes to spending time and secrets together.

and the sunrise above the han river early in the morning is one of jeno’s best-kept secrets.

“ are you mad at me? ” jeno asks, though he hardly sounds repentant, the smile on his lips wide and beguiling as he bumps his shoulder against yangyang’s, goading him. “ it’ll be worth it, i promise. you’re going to be thanking me later. ”

the yellow dust in seoul has been especially bad these days, and it’s hard to find a sliver of time when the air quality isn’t so bad it’s hard to justify an hour or two wading in it. he’s never been a big fan of face masks, and they’re especially not conducive to morning jogs.

everything comes easily when he’s in yangyang’s company—and he might write it off as the years they’ve spent glued to each other’s side ( and the years they spent coordinating timezones across an ocean or two ), but the technicalities have always been easy to brush aside. details are details, and they pale in comparison to time and things only it can tell.

“ i’ll buy you breakfast, ” he adds, just as the han river comes into view—a humbler scenery than what they might get at yeouido. it’s still a little dark out and freezing to boot, and maybe the experience will be less worth it than anticipated. but it’s enough that he’s outside, and more than enough that yangyang is with him. “ let’s go. ”

[rkzhengting]

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[yujinrk]

— wonderland;

@yangyangrk

“i don’t know about this...” yujin squints into the dark alleyway as the sound of a distant car honks somewhere down the road. she’s stood to the side of the entrance with arms crossed, but foot tapping anxiously. “i mean, it might be leading us to treasure...but it’s an alley...” and she turns to her companion to study his expression, even if the dim lighting makes it hard to make out his features.

danger sensors are going off in her head, but so are her cuteness sensors as she remembers just now cute the cat had been—a pretty tabby with a bright red collar around its neck. it’s obviously been brushed and fed often, so it couldn’t be all that bad, right? worst case scenario, it’s still just humans and not some eldritch horror just waiting to eat dumb kids like them...though the more she thinks about it, the more likely that is the case. even better.

“you sure about this?” yangyang’s the older one here. he can make the decision responsibly, right? she sure hopes so, or he really owes her another dinner. “we gotta decide like right now or the kitty will get away.”

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[eunsangrk]

— firsts.

@yangyangrk:

the question comes as a surprise to him. though, looking back, he supposes he should’ve expected it, especially when considering the delicate line they were on the fence of crossing, one between friendship and officially dating.   (  the thought still makes him smile unconditionally each time, large and wide because it wasn’t just a dream, renjun really said yes. )

“ hmmm yeah, boyfriends. we are, aren’t we ? i mean, if that is what you want with me  –  that being a relationship. ”  he speaks slowly, giving renjun time to get his thoughts together. he understands  –  his confession could be seen as unexpected, out of the bloom even if one didn’t know how long he’d played around with the idea, how long he’d questioned how the other would react, if only rejection was in store like his fears promised him. it still does though, feel like a dream.

he can’t help but chuckle at the last part of his question nevertheless,  warmth engulfing his heart as he reaches out to take renjun’s hand in his own and offer a gaze filed with sincerity and affection he was brimming to pamper him with. “ well, only if you want to, darling. ”

intertwining their fingers, he pulls him closer to him, just enough until one could question if they understood the gist of personal space, smile growing playful to hide the uncertainty he felt as he continues. “ but i hope you do. ”

     renjun feels guilty, for asking this much of yangyang—to love him even though his heart is longing for someone else. even if he doesn’t know that, and renjun doesn’t plan on letting him know. 

     because renjun is selfish and hopes yangyang can help him forget. 

     “of course i want that,” he laughs bashfully, hiding his blush behind a hand. the ‘L’ word threatens to leave his lips, but he holds it back because the voice in the back of his head is enjoying his lies too much. “you’re already my b...boyfriend, aren’t you?” the word comes out funny, but he laughs it off, wondering why his face feels so hot.

     it feels natural when yangyang takes his hand and renjun wonders if he’s done this before, showered anyone else with this much love. they must’ve deserved it more than him. 

     and when he’s pulled closer, renjun can’t help but shrink back just the slightest, his breath taken away by the sheer intimacy he’s so unused to. his gaze drops from his boyfriend’s face to his chest, resting his forehead on yangyang’s shoulder. “i do,” he hopes his voice is heard, his desire to be loved. please hold me. “i want you to...”