make it fast

[ufrare]

finnuf​:

up he went, down he didn’t

finn just looks up into the tree, shielding his eyes from the sun with one hand so he can continue to get a good look at the unfolding situation. granted, not much is happening. the guy is very much still stuck up there, but at least he offers an explanation for why they’re encountering this problem in the first place.

finn narrows his eyes in confusion. why is there jewelry in a tree? maybe some raven laguz stole it and stashed it up there? he doesn’t see laguz much around these parts, but maybe times have changed in the past year since he’s been away, and gleerium enacted their influence on his old home. he doubts it; it’s only been a year, after all, but you never know. either way, he hopes this guy finds his adventure up the dying tree to get the jewelry worthwhile by the time he finally gets out of it.

luckily, the other man chooses to listen to finn, and drops down off the branch, still holding onto it with his hands. the distance to fall is significantly less now. want to catch me? no, not particularly. he could try, or he could just teach this guy how to fall with the lowest chance of injury so he can deal with this situation by himself should it ever happen again. “how about i teach you how to fall well?” he decides, but he better make it quick, because he doesn’t know how long the other man can hold on. “you want to land on both feet, and try to bend your knees as you land. it’ll absorb some of the impact. try to relax as much as you can, too. your body should naturally react to the fall.”

        his ability to annoy was great, but since he was a man who didn’t need the help of others, he didn’t need to worry about annoying others, correct? because the downsides to annoying are things such as people not wanting to be your friend, not wanting to help you, and rare needs none of those things. that’s at the very least the idea he’s managed to get into his head, for him it seems logical, like a math puzzle who is solved correctly and elegantly, rare however might forget he doesn’t know logic and he’s also incredibly bad at math. if life was some great math equation rare would've failed long ago, but he’s lucky that things can’t only go one way when one specific thing happens. but though life isn’t math, it still kind of feels like he’s failed at it, or at least he can’t figure it out.

but while things can’t only go one certain way when you do something, rather often you should be able to at least have a good guess on outcomes, rare doesn’t have that. he’s annoying, he loves to be annoying, and he’ll never ever consider the consequences. he takes another look at his hand and the jewelry, for a guy who refuses help often and kind of lacks survival skill needs, he sure does like testing himself. he does know how to steal and betray, but that’s not much help when it’s about being stuck in a tree. 

“you think learning how to fall while i’m i’m holding myself up is the perfect timing? i know i might’ve seemed strong, tall and handsome while i was sitting on that branch, but i’m just tall and handsome” he chuckles a little at himself. “ah pleeease~~~ catch me! i’m not that heavy!” he truly does not wish to be the one breaking bones today. “this is a one in a life time opportunity stranger! getting to hold me in a bridal carry, that’s a chance nobody else has ever gotten!” wow rare sure did speak a lot, and he hadn’t listened to a word when the other was giving his lessons on how to fall.

[ufrare]

CONGRATULATIONS! you have LEVELED UP!

RARE has received a 5 STAT level up and is now LEVEL 2.

you will gain levels by being active throughout the roleplay and meeting certain requirements. these requirements are a secret, but consider every ic post as something that gains you experience and puts you one step closer to your next level up.

remember, the stats you can add have been randomized, and you must now distribute one point each across 5 different stats. this means you will add one stat point to all stats but 4.  you must add two of those stat points to two of the strong skills listed on your application (SPEED, CHARM, LUCK)

please record this level up on the “stat tracker” page of your status page, and link this post under the “link” heading as proof of your level up. well done!

[ufrare]

why would you ever trust me

“but the words you told me haunts me, so now i tell them to other to haunt them too”

...

         loyal. loyalty. ‘why would i trust anyone, when everyone turns out to be disloyal?’ the real question though is ‘aren’t you the most disloyal?’. ever since rare’s father had managed to contaminate rare with his own beliefs and thoughts, rare had been a changed man. maybe one could change, though the apple often didn’t fall far from the tree, change was possible. you’re never doomed to be your parent, but perhaps rare is just weak, and his father won, he won the race long ago. his mother had tried saving him from the man she loved so much, but with no luck, though his sister was far from like their father, rare was almost a copy. ‘you’re the only one important in your own life’ a line that had rolled in rare’s mind so often, words he could never forget, like a creeper on his brain. rare swore he was not his father, but how come his actions kept proving he was much like his father?

out on a journey, to prove his father wrong or something, that he could trust other’s, that he could love others, that people could trust and love him. but how was that journey going? traveling around the country, never staying one place too long, almost making friends just to hurt or leave them. 

“i know it was you!” what an angry voice filled with sadness. but instead of continuing his walk, he stops his steps and stands still, letting the other talk to his back, but at least he’s listening. “what was me?” a calm voice, “you took my diary, i told you it was important and you took it!?” so confusing how many feelings there are in that single voice. but he just shrugs, turning his head slightly back, but not much “what makes you think it was me?” calm. she takes his wrist, forces him to turn around, and there’s she holding it in front of his face, dangling it in front of his eyes like was she trying to hypnotize him. and he looks at it, well aware of what it is, but he keeps quiet, “i’ve seen the jewelry you make, and i’ve complimented it, and i’ve recommended it to others, but i’ve never bought it!” silence, and then she sighs “but it was in my room, the room i keep my diary in” he looks at the jewelry, the green colours, the light shining down on it. “you can keep it” he sends her a smile before turning around on his heels “what’s even in it to you!” she grabs his shoulder “what’s important about my diary to you! i thought we were friends, i thought…” he pushes away her hand, letting out a sigh before turning around again. “well i don’t know yet, not before i’ve read it” she hits his chest and he furrows his eyebrows a little. “you say” anger “you say you have trouble trusting people, but maybe it’s you who is difficult to trust” he rolls his eyes, words he’s heard so many times before. he snags the jewelry “thank you” he says before digging down into his backpack. he throws it on the ground, the brown book with something written on it he doesn’t understand. “had to throw my diary? couldn’t hand it?” but she looks away from him and at the diary, and he takes it as a quick opportunity to steal her hairclip. “go have fun with your diary” he tells her, turning around and making his steps fast, got to get away before she notices pages missing.

loyal. loyalty.

[ufrare]

finnuf​:

up he went, down he didn’t

“okay,” finn replies with an eyeroll. of course he climbed up there; that wasn’t the point of finn’s question. the point is that this man should be able to retrace his steps to get down. thankfully, the one stuck in the tree explains why that isn’t exactly a possibility. finn looks down, as suggested, and sure enough, there’s a large limb on the ground. if you ask finn, he thinks this stranger should’ve done a better job of determining whether the tree was safe to climb up or not, but no one is asking finn, so he doesn’t say anything.

he’s quiet for a moment, frown marring his features as he tries to think of a solution. “you may just have to jump down,” he decides. “but don’t just…jump off. if you sort of…drop down while still holding onto the branch, you’ll have a good…five or six feet less to fall, which is important, because the longer the distance you fall the bigger the risk of injury. but you know, even if you do injure yourself, i know where the healers are around here, and i’m sure they can get you patched up in no time. no real reason to be afraid.” finn would personally just jump down, or at least he would’ve as a child, back when he was young and foolish and happy to take great risks. now, he likes to think he would take the smarter approach, which would be…not to climb up the tree in the first place. “what made you climb a dying tree?” he questions.

          healers and blah blah blah, rare had already asked one person for help today, which was two more than what he usually did. he understood the concept of healers and all that, but he didn’t want even more help. he was independent on himself, and a true believer that he could get through life with just himself, but today was almost hurting his feelings. stuck in a tree until the embarrassment of asking help seemed less important than that of being stuck in a tree, he’d asked for help, that didn’t mean he wanted help, he just knew he needed help.

but he’s not sure how much he wants to prioritize need rather than want at the moment. if he’s stuck long along he can fall asleep and fall down and break his neck, then the whole worrying about asking for help is gone, or he could just jump down and hope for the best, it’s not like he hasn’t broken a bone before. he does want to take the advice of the other, but he doesn’t like the whole ‘ask even more people for help’ part. ‘what made you climb up a dying tree?’ very well question, something he’d forgotten completely, he’d climbed for a reason, he was stuck for a reason. he removed a hand from the tree to stick down his pocket to find something before taking it up and showcasing it to the guy on the ground. “jewelry, for some reason there was jewelry up here” a necklace, though it was pretty, rare’s not entirely sure if it’s worth much, but it was worth enough for him to climb a tree. “how it got stuck in a tree i’m not sure though” he shrugs.

back he puts the jewelry in his pocket, and he decides to take the advice of the other. with hands placed upon the tree, he lets his legs fall down, holding onto the tree but now the jump is shorter. “want to catch me?” he asks.

[ufrare]

finnuf​:

up he went, down he didn’t

whether finn is smart or not tends to depend on the day. he did plenty of stupid things in his youth, but these days he likes to think he’s a little smarter and makes better choices. then again, he ran away from everyone that loved him a mere year ago, and is only now making amends; maybe he’s still a little stupid. regardless, here is a man that looks to be around his age stuck in a tree, and finn is at a bit of a loss.

the other man offers him some guidance, though. catch him or find a ladder. neither of those sound particularly ideal to finn. he could look for a ladder, but gods know how long that would take. as for catching him, finn is strong, but is he that strong? he could try, and he could fail and end up hurting both of them in the process. yeah, definitely not ideal.

he takes a good look at the tree. there aren’t very many low branches. “how did you even get up there?” he asks, because he should be able to retrace his steps to get back down, and because he’s a little curious. “can i just…walk you through how to jump down with the lowest chance of being hurt? i’m not sure our other options are going to turn out too well.” besides, if this stranger does hurt himself, it’s not like they can’t go find a healer to put him back together again.

           with the fact in mind that rare’s father from a very young age made rare aware of that the only person to rely on in life was himself, it was a bit funny to think of that rare often needed the help of others. often he did need help from someone beside himself, but it was help he would deny getting, so he just always took the long and difficult paths in life, refusing help from anyone but himself. with how much he’s been by himself all his life though, it’s a bit funny to think of how he’s still often a helpless idiot. refusing help from others should’ve made him strong, able to handle things by himself, but that doesn’t really feel like what’s happened. 

“how’d i get up here?” he tilts his head looking at the other, “oh i just flew and i was up here… how’d you think i get up here?! i climbed the tree!” was it an idiot he had asked for help? should he just jump down and hope for no broken bones? then again… an idiot in this situation seemed better than nothing, besides if the other was an idiot, hopefully this would be a memory rather easily forgotten. but then the other begins making sense so maybe he’s not an idiot, and maybe that bothers rare a bit, because now he feels like the idiot out of the two. “i climbed up here! but if you look down, there’s a big branch on the ground! it fell when i climbed! apparently couldn’t handle all of me!” he almost smiles at himself.

[ufrare]

finnuf​:

up he went, down he didn’t

finn has been dealing with a lot lately: monsters, returning to former etlia territory and facing his old demons, being followed around by people far more enthusiastic than he. he’s tired, and he still needs to work to make gold to afford a place to sleep every night that he’s here. it’s not an ideal situation, and he thinks about returning to podakko every day, but…something keeps him in this area. his soul is intertwined with these lands, and its bloodied ground, now washed away with the rain and passage of time.

there’s a lot he’s still working through. he doesn’t know who to be here, or what to do other than fight monsters that crop up and complete any other jobs he manages as a mercenary.

what he doesn’t expect is a voice coming from a tree, though he’s experienced crazier in the past several months. at first, he’s actually daft enough to think the tree might be talking, until he realizes there’s a human stuck up in it. “um. hi?” he replies, looking up as requested. he got stuck in plenty of trees in his younger years. sometimes his father or one of the knights would have to talk him down until he learned bravery and how to land safely. “what do you want me to do…?”

          it was a tad bit funny, but rare had before been told that was he to live alone in a forest, his cause of death would be because he would do something stupid he could only get out of with the help of someone else. was he stuck alone in a tree in a forest, there’d be good reason to not ask for help from anyone else, because he’d be alone, no one to ask for help for, but he wasn’t stuck alone in a forest, he was stuck somewhere where people were passing by. and yet though he was aware he couldn’t really get down by himself, he denied the help people offered him, and it took a lot of time before at last he decided, okay, maybe asking for help this once won’t hurt.

but upon his request for help theres comes a ‘what do you want me to do’ and now the male feels stuck again, because yes, what does he want him to do? though rare is usually a rather creative person, he’s also a bit dumb, and a good solution isn’t exactly something he can come up with after getting the other’s response. “do you think you could catch me?!” he yells down, though with that way it wasn’t guaranteed the other wouldn’t break something. “or do you… i don’t know… have a ladder somewhere close?!” a yes a ladder, would be useful, but where’d it come from he’s not sure.

[ufrare]

up he went, down he didn’t

         the help of others is something rare usually would prefer not to get, doing things himself is far much easier, that way there’s nothing that’s expected back, like a favour or payment for the help. doing things always by himself has it’s positives and it’s negatives, he’s definitely learned to become far more independent, knowing how to do things by himself. but at last, sometimes the time comes where you need the help of another, and it’s a time that rare would like to constantly push away or ignore, but it’s difficult ignoring something when it is a need, a need can’t be pushed away.

maybe if he really didn’t want the help of anyone, he could jump down and hope he wasn’t breaking both legs. oh but what had happened? into an apple tree the male had climbed, and down of course he could not get. there’s quite a few tries to find a way down, but no plan seems good, and there’s a few people who have yelled up to him offering help, and all he has refused, but at last, what can the blonde male do? he rolls his eyes before talking, a bit disappointed in himself. “hey!” … “up here! look up!” hopefully that’ll catch their attention.

( aim then shoot  → open starter )

[countdown-to-love]

Just Theo doing main vocal things.

[ufrare]

it’s not stealing if you don't get caught

           truth be it, chi isn’t exactly a great guy. the definition of idiot or selfish would probably fit him better. chi was never really taught discipline, he wasn’t really taught manners or the unspoken rules of society. his father hadn’t seemed to care much for him, so he became like his father: without care. simply put actually, he’s the center of his world, and he rarely ever does anything that doesn’t benefit him. he’s just a young guy looking for a meaning with life, and at current time he doesn’t know, so instead he fills his head with himself, having only himself on his mind.

there are those people who are randomly nice, helping elderly over the road, picking something up when someone else drops something, and when seeing someone sleep covering them with a blanket. hold on to that, ‘seeing someone sleep, covering them with a blanket’. 

he’s walking, home from work, when he catches something, a sleeping person. he looks around, nobody seems to be around, so he walks up to her. “isn’t it cold sleeping like this?” he shakes his head, a low chuckle escaping his lips. he looks around one more time, nobody there, so, what does the man do? his fingers slowly approaches her pockets, there must be something good there.

( aim then shoot -> @ufziyu )

[ufrare]

              chi is a man who simply, cares quite most for only himself (perhaps only for himself). he’s to say it straightforward: a dick. there’s a reason as to why he doesn’t have many friends, he can’t keep people around for long usually, and that might just be because he’s a selfish annoying dick. he seems to only have himself in his mind, thinking he’s the center of the world. he’s not very helpful, he doesn’t bring anything to a friendship, really, it requires more to be his friend than what he gives to the friendship. 

but don’t get him wrong, he’s not an absolutely terrible person. yes it might seem like that, like he only cares for himself, but he’s not completely like that, sometimes he does go out of his way to help others. and it’s not like he doesn’t want to help others, it’s just he finds it difficult to understand why he should help others. but he’s on his way home from work, quite late at night, and he decides: today he’ll help someone without reason.

the guy seems quite drunk, could be they were at the bar he works at (he probably wouldn’t have remembered their face if they were). so, he walks with steady feet, confident steps, and he steps in between one person and the drunk person. he lifts up his fist and grabs the other’s as they’re about to punch. stopping them from hitting the person behind chi. “i’d rather suggest you not punch my partner (partner, how funny, the lie adds to the tension)” he pushes the guy away, and they seem to try stumbling away. he turns around on his heels, looks at the person he just ‘saved’ from getting hit. “and may i ask, what is the name of my partner?”.

                                                                             @ open starter

[ufrare]

hello everybody ! so excited to be here for the opening of undertheflag, i go by both juju and milo (use whichever you prefer, or mix between them!), i use he/him and she/her pronouns, i’m 21+ and live in gmt+2 timezone. i bring to you all... KWANG APRIX ! tho he much prefers to be called chi. chi is your chaotic bartender who struggles to make friends, and is on a search to find out what meaning w life is

please like this if i can hit you up for plotting

under the cut i’ll be giving some info and plot/connections idea, thanks for having read so far :D

about . history

kwang aprix

he’s currently 21, turning 22 in august 21st

from age 18 to mid 21 he’s been traveling all over the country, trying to find his ‘own place’, somewhere he felt he belonged

dude is just in a crisis about what he wants to with his life, what the purpose of his life is, like is he just here to die? 

struggles a lot to keep people around, he has a tendency to think people only want to use him, and that he can’t trust anybody.

really it’s him you can’t trust, he’s super un-loyal, it’s something he’s working on, but he somehow just always ends up hurting people

he’s an athletic man though, loves running and swimming, might be the only thing he loves

he’s currently a bartender (and after every shift he goes home with a new person...)

connections + plot ideas

one of the people he has hurt, could be anything, he stole your money, betrayed you, told one of your secrets to everybody

people he regularly see in the bar he works at

someone he has had a one night stand with 

fwb

one of the few friends he has managed to keep around

your muse or chi falls into a lake while the other is nearby

someone got a crush on chi (?)

[chenleyah]

KEEHO ☓ [HARMONY : ZERO IN] JACKET MAKING FILM

bonus:

[jaslvne]

📩  (1)  𝙽𝙴𝚆  𝙼𝙴𝚂𝚂𝙰𝙶𝙴  !  ↳  delivered  to:  @aumija​.

             of  course  he’d  wait  until  the  weekend  to  hold  a  company  dinner.  a  sigh  ghosts  over  his  lips  as  he  swirls  the  grey-tinted  liquid  within  his  glass  (  will  he  ever  know  what  colour  it  truly  is?  ),  the  lull  of  conversation  shared  between  his  boss  and  fellow  co-workers  acting  as  nothing  more  than  background  noise.  he’s  not  much  of  a  drinker,  never  has  been  ------  and  his  latest  escapade  has  done  nothing  but  provide  him  with  more  reasons  not  to  be.  why’d  he  have  to  choose  this  place?  soon  after  the  thought  has  come  and  gone,  joonki  finally  notices  the  silence  around  him  and  brings  his  eyes  to  the  others.  ❝  what?  ❞  he  questions,  hiding  his  nerves  with  a  soft  laugh.  ❝  oh.  nah,  you  guys  go  ahead;  i  think  i’ll  hang  behind.  i’ve  got  some  work  i  need  to  finish  up  for  the  upcoming  shows  this  week,  but  sing  a  song  for  me!  ❞ 

             thankfully,  given  the  popularity  of  moonlight  special,  the  male  is  met  with  no  resistance  from  his  boss  (  or  the  others  )  in  relation  to  his  pass.  with  a  small  bow,  joonki  says  goodbye  before  losing  himself  in  thought.  he’s  unsure  how  much  time  has  passed,  but  a  familiar  presence  caught  in  his  peripheral  is  enough  to  pull  him  back  to  reality.  ❝  of  course  he’s  working  tonight,  why  wouldn’t  he  be?  ❞  just  my  luck.  he’s  tempted  to  dash,  to  put  his  head  down  and  sneak  his  way  out,  but  the  male  quickly  decides  against  it.  after  all,  what  has  mija  done  to  deserve  the  satisfaction?  especially  if  his  presence  has  already  been  caught  by  the  other.  ❝  oh!  ❞  he  exclaims  once  he  believes  mija  is  within  ear  shot,  ❝  fancy  meeting  you  here---do  you  come  here  often?  ❞  because  humour  has  never  failed  anyone.

[ufrare]

aujoonki  —

            he  feels  his  blood  begin  to  boil,  though  the  irritation  isn’t  (  truly  )  directed  at  the  other.  instead,  it’s  at  himself  ——  how  could  he  have  been  so  dumb?  he’s  embarrassed  and  silently  wishes  to  be  swallowed  whole  by  the  ground  beneath  them,  but  he  knows  he’d  never  be  that  lucky.  might  as  well  play  it  off,  then,  hm?  ❝  don’t  flatter  yourself,  buddy.  i’m  only  here  because  the  boss  wanted  to  do  a  company  dinner  and  we  came  here  afterwards  for  more  fun.  ❞  doesn’t  explain  why  i’m  still  here,  but  maybe  mija’ll  ignore  that?  hopefully.  ❝  you’re  on  the  clock,  right?  meaning  you  can’t  join  me.  ❞  and  that  i’m  safe.  despite  his  inner  thoughts,  he  paints  a  frown  onto  his  features,  ensuring  there’s  no  disconnect  between  his  verbal  and  nonverbal  communication.

            ❝  i  guess  that  means  i  should  take  a  rain  check  on  that  offer,  hm?  doesn’t  seem  fair  otherwise.  ❞  joonki  lifts  his  eyes  from  the  glass  in  his  hand  and  furrows  his  brows,  ❝  also,  why’d  you  have  to  say  it  like  that?  you  make  it  sound  like  i’m  scared  or  something.  ❞  a  (  nervous  )  chuckle  breezes  between  his  lips,  ❝  you’re  not  that  bad.  a  little  irritating,  but  i’m  sure  the  same  could  be  said  about  me.  ❞  the  male  clears  his  throat  before  polishing  off  his  glass  and  gently  pushing  it  towards  the  other,  ❝  how  long  is  your  shift  tonight,  though?  you  know  ..  out  of  curiosity  or  whatever.  ❞

                    mija isn’t an easy guy to handle, that’s obvious. he’s mean, selfish, jealous and oh the list could go on, but that doesn’t mean mija is unhandleable. if you just take the time to get to know him (as much as he will let you know, because truly mija isn’t the most open person) then he’s kind of okay (underline kind of). but what i’m trying to say is, he’s an okay guy, somewhat, you just have to see past his annoying personality. “so who decided that you guys should come to this bar? was it you? or was it perhaps just fate?” mija giggles and lifts his shoulder. mija nods “i cant join you, not yet. does that make you sad?” 

“i’ll make you one of my faves” mija takes a few steps back “also, maybe you should be scared? i do bite after all” mija chuckles at himself and then turns around, and then the action begins . mija works his magic and then comes back to the older “one blue lagoon just for you” mija slides it slowly over the counter and then looks at joonki. ‘you’re not that bad’ the words make mija think back, back to the many times that he’s gotten told that he is that bad, but oh well. mija giggles at the other’s question, “why do you ask?” he lifts an eyebrow and then drives a hand through his hair. he giggles and then decides to answer “it’s not that long actually, i’m only here until 12 o’clock, so just a few hours, why? do you want me to join you when i’m done? or do you perhaps want me to show you (obvious sarcasm right there) my apartment again?” mija smiles proudly at himself.

[sunsetquotes]

“Two souls don’t find each other by simple accident.”

— Jorge Luis Borges

[liveasbutterflies]

Rowoon for Esquire x Tods

[ufrare]

anger issues.

                   it’s not like mija was born a mean guy, he was actually born to two wealthy parents who made sure he would grow up well. politeness and manners was always first, it was like that for the majority of mija’s life, however things do change, and mija changed. someone happened, something happened, something and someone who changed mija forever, life hasn’t been the same since then, mija’s life, colour, personality, friends and basically everything changed. mija does have friends that tells him to be nicer, that they wished they knew the old mija, however mija would never admit he missed the old him, he likes this new him, this confident him. 

but to the point, mija isn’t nice, hence when he’s in a hurry and he or the other ( @auxminjae​ ) bumps into each other, his reaction isn’t exactly the best. “what are you doing” mija feels like picking a fight already, but then he reminds himself they’re a place where lots of people can see them so he decides to calm himself down. he brushes the shoulder the stranger touched, “do you not watch where you go idiot?”

[auxhaneul-deactivated20220921]

@aumija || “We meet again”✑

Haneul tried to use his lunch breaks for small walks to a cafe, simply to get some fresh air and caffeine in order to survive the remaining hours at work. Just before a new exhibition it always seems like exhibition organisers remember he exists, swapping the muscular male with endless amounts of work. Suddenly the life and work of an artist needs to be researched, compressed and made presentable within what feels like hours, not days or weeks. However from the start the male didn’t let such careless last minute busybodies ruin his day, choosing to fully use his lunch hour to refresh his mind. Korea was apart of several bad works statistics, but Haneul refused to be a number in it.

Thus his steps took him to a cafe called “Little Bean”, which already made several bells in his head ring to the sound of memories being awoken. A sensation of deja vu and familiarity blossomed in the males heart, leaving his mind confused to how this could be happening with a simple cafe somewhere in Seoul. Puzzled to the core, the man queued up as his eyes scanned the menu written in different coloured chalk that gave him a small headache. Not to mention the script choice, which in the bright spring sun seemed to be equally washed out and squashed together. 

As his eyes drifted away, simply deciding on a Americano and muffin, Haneuls eyes settled on a familiar face. One which he knew so well, but the emotion of missing them and feeling sad was so much more clear - it was Mija. The person with whom his teenage years and young adult days had been that much more fun, brighter and enjoyable. In a rush he made his order and got the beeper placed in his palm, the art historian too distracted to fully listen as he instead approached the old friend, whom he had thought to have lost. “Mija!” 

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Something which Mija isn’t the most fond of is his past, he much prefers the present and future. It’s not like Mija’s past is something to be embarrassed of, not something one should forget, however Mija is embarrassed and wants to forget. Some would go as far as saying Mija’s past is better than his present, mostly because he was nicer and wasn’t addicted to so many things. But Mija is embarrassed, and he wants to forget, he does not like his past, and that’s the end of that. Still, sometimes, without noticing it, Mija reaches out for his past, the memories and the feel of how things used to be. 

As mija was walking past a cafe he entered it, but this wasn’t just any cafe, no it was one that mija used to go to a lot with his old friends, mija doesn’t know why he entered, and the moment he enters he mostly just wants to leave once again. Mija steps a step to the side so he doesn’t stand in front of the door. Mija looks back, should he just leave? But why would he leave? Wouldn't that be like running, and only scared people run, and Mija is never scared. Right in that moment Mija hears a voice, a voice he could never forget, no matter how much he wants to and how much he tries to. He turns his head, and that’s when he sees the face, a familiar face, one of his old friends.

A million thoughts go through Mija’s head, should he run? Pretend to not know the other? Still, he just stands completely still, just a bit of quiet cursing leaves his lips.