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hi i moved to ››› @scriptcr !
hi i moved to ››› @scriptcr !
hi i moved to ››› @scriptcr !
hi i moved to ››› @scriptcr !
hi i moved to ››› @scriptcr !
hi i moved to ››› @scriptcr !
hi i moved to ››› @scriptcr !
hi i moved to ››› @scriptcr !
hi i moved to ››› @scriptcr !
hi i moved to ››› @scriptcr !
⤷ 𝗸𝗶𝗺, 𝘁𝗮𝗲.
Tae already began to raid through his things when she said those words. Head turned to her and eyebrow raised. ❝the winner should ALWAYS treat the loser to be honest! I deserve it after this… This mess❞ he gestured and nodded his head eagerly. He said that he wasn’t hungry before but now that SHE would pay? ❝I want a burger and fries❞
A GASP LEAVES CHARLIE at tae’s suggestion. « do i look like i’m rich ?? » she exclaims dramatically, but all she can do is shrug. « you’re a brat sometimes. it’s cute though, » charlie admits bashfully, grabbing her coat. « let’s go ! kim’s diner or none at all ! »
⤷ 𝗹𝗲𝘂𝗻𝗴, 𝘁𝗲𝗱𝗱𝘆.
a little puff of air comes out of him at jihoon’s admission, his whole body suddenly warm like a cat left sunbathing in a window. teddy’s not embarrassed, rather, he feels the same – as much as two really good friends could miss one another. ‘ i miss you all the time too, ’ he tells him innocently.
teddy lets his feet up, the swing creaking at the release and propelling teddy back to the other side of the set’s frame before wildly swinging back to its center. ‘ that’s fine, ’ he nods. teddy knows jihoon’s life can be stressful and that it would be better to distract him from it than confronting it. ‘ we can talk about other things. hm — oh ! did i tell you ? i ran into mrs. meyer again yesterday and her bulldog had a new sweater on. apparently her aunt knits them for him. from what i’ve seen, i think that dog has more sweaters than i have hoodies. ’
JIHOON HAS SO MUCH adoration for the other boy that his chest is threatening to burst with it. this friendship is walking the line of meaning more to the boy than he dares put into words: more than what’s accepted in his family, too. still he allows for teddy’s words to bring out a slight blush on his cheeks.
« damn, did it beat that one christmas sweater from 2 years ago ? » jihoon asks with a chuckle. « speaking of, i think i have at least 3 of your hoodies lying around if you want them back. » it crosses his mind maybe a second too late that that isn’t what they had been talking about a second ago. « maybe i’ll just keep them hostage. »
⤷ 𝗿𝘆𝘂, 𝗮𝗹𝘃𝗮.
there’s probably something to be said about how alva will insert themselves into others’ lives at the first whiff of danger. they, at the very core of their being, just want to help and for as long as alva had known beckett, it seemed like he always needed it. and they do so, not out of pity, but rather what they feel is obligation because beckett is self-destructive but a good person, and they believe he can be better.
alva goes gently to him, letting the other wrap an arm around their shoulders to pull them closer. whatever tiredness they had felt from being woken up in the middle of the night is pretty much gone, clutching the bottle tighter like it’s about to fall from their grip. ‘ aw, thank you, beck, ’ they return with feigned enthusiasm, their free arm coming up around his waist. alva takes a tentative step back, seeing if they could pull beckett along with them. ‘ how about we get you home ? ’
HE HATES HIMSELF AND that’s why he does this: drinks until he’s numb, until a dull kind of pain settles within him and he forgets there is anything else. he believes he deserves it in a way, and somehow he also does. he shouldn’t be dragging good people like alva down with him, but beckett is desperate for affection, starving for love, and he will grasp at anything even if it means destruction. selfish, selfish boy.
« i hate it there, » he complains immediately when alva mentions going home, « messy, crammed. no angel boys. » looking to them as if he has suddenly gotten an idea, beckett smiles halfheartedly. « will you be there ? »
⤷ 𝗰𝗵𝗼𝗶, 𝗮𝗹𝗹𝗶𝘀𝗼𝗻.
— “ARE YOU CALLING ME A BRAT ?” ALLISON EXCLAIMED, surprised to realise that they were actually teasing each other. maybe it was growth that made them able to have a civil conversation. maybe they had both dealt with a lot during high school and had finally been able to shed that image of themselves. “maybe i should tell you to leave instead, if this is the treatment i get.”
still, she couldn’t hide the surprise on her face as mason returned with a drink and her favourite treat carefully placed on a plate. “oh … that’s – you didn’t have to do that. “ a small smile played on her lips. “you remembered that i liked them, huh ?” allison took a small bite, strawberry spreading on her tongue and she hid the wide smile stretching across her face in the palm of her hand. “thank you.”
IT’S A PLEASANT SURPRISE to find that possibly they can banter like this without the claws. « well, i suppose i also called myself a douchebag so can’t we just say we’re even ? » he chuckles with a shrug. funny how things changed — if mason believed in destiny he might’ve had one thing or another to say about their entire situation.
« i wanted to, » he assures her, beaming in her direction. « i keep a spreadsheet on my laptop of all the things you’ve ever told me. » mason grins to let the girl know there is an obvious joke beneath it all. « honestly though, i just can’t believe i told allison choi i own 3 pairs of spiderman boxers. if i knew it was you i would’ve at least said it was iron man. »
⤷ 𝗸𝘄𝗼𝗻, 𝗷𝗶𝗻𝗵𝗼.
in the harder moments of what came to be, when sleep alludes him for another night, jinho could tell you the hours, minutes and seconds since haeun’s hospitalisation. nothing had ever been the same since. he’d imagined himself a life with her — happily married with one kid, a girl of course, and a dog. growing old like they do in the movies; like both of their families. instead, where fields of flowers used to grow, their relationship crumbled beneath their hands into dust. the entirety of their relationship boxed up and shipped to her parents attic, gathering dust just the same. he is unsure if anything could grow there again. haeun’s parents and the doctors too, had offered only kindness in its sincerest form from the get go; he’d never deserved any of it. how are you meant to rebuild your life when you can’t remember what it was before ?
but he can’t be mad, can he ? he’d lost his lover. she’d lost her childhood, everything good that kept her smiling all those years. she’d lost so much more than he could begin to imagine but still he remains bitter in the darker days. their co-workers had warned him it would be hard — they’d all have to un-learn what they knew. no longer were haeun and jinho joined at the hip when their schedules allowed. the couple everyone knew no longer remained. although, not once did that stop him worrying about her getting into the swing of things — he wishes he could help when she needed it most. life had given her such a poor hand despite her soft smile or her kindness.
despite heeding their advice, acting a stranger was never a possibility for jinho. he could try until his heart gave out but it would never sit right in his chest. he hadn’t even meant to hover far too close, only long enough to get a glimpse of the same list. his memory when it came to his work schedule often failed him too. stepping away, he doesn’t mean to catch her, a sigh heaving itself from his chest in quiet surprise when she too catches him. a look — that’s all it takes, for jinho to sink into his feelings, heart tightening in his rib cage; even knowing she feels nothing the same. “ haeun, ” jinho breathes out after a beat, visibly cringing at the formality. “ please, you don’t have to call me that. ” he offers lowly, stealing a second glance up at the sheet. “ you’re working a lot this week. you sure you’re okay? ”
THIS ISN’T HER FAULT and there isn’t a single soul there who acts as if it is. still, haeun feels as if she is letting them down somehow, even if they have all become strangers by now ( she breaks her twin brother’s heart every day, her parents tiptoe around her, and her boyfriend .. the person she supposedly has already planned the rest of her life with .. she can’t even utter his name without hesitation in her tone anymore ). this isn’t her fault and yet she sits with guilt buried in her chest like a second heart.
« sorry, jinho, » haeun softly replies, still so hard for her to let the name roll off of her tongue as if it means anything at all — and she knows, how she knows it’s supposed to mean something. « yes. » the answer is too immediate, too abrupt — even she isn’t dense enough to ignore jinho’s attempts, and she can’t blame him. she has seen the pictures: she has seen her own adoration in her eyes looking up at him as if he put the stars in the sky. she has seen the love she once held for him, as if there would never be one after or next to him, in this life or the next. but love is a foreign concept to the girl now — all haeun knows is life is unjust, and she is unlucky.
she can brush it off there, but she doesn’t. she knows she should at least try. she had loved this man once: with him, she had been more herself than with anyone, that she is sure of. if she wants to become whatever is left of haeun, it starts here, but small talk is painfully foreign to her. « uuuh, jake traced a map of the hospital for me so it’d be easier to get from a to z. at least i know where the kitchen is, right ? » she chuckles humorlessly. « but i’ll be fine, promise. you’ve all been very kind to me. »
⤷ 𝘄𝘂, 𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗼𝗻.
— IF EATON WERE COMPLETELY HONEST, HE RATHER liked sneaking around. when he was younger ( and before life and reality had hit him hard ) he had wanted to be james bond. right now, with a cap on his head and a mask together covering the better part of his face, he wasn’t sure if his dreams had been fulfilled, but it sure was entertaining.
the park was mostly empty, given that it was a weekday in the middle of the day. eaton was in between promotions at the moment, so his days mostly consisted of practicing and recording, with the occasional variety show. right now he had nothing planned for a few hours and had decided to meet up with his favourite girl.
“what’s up, my little strawberry,” he cooed happily, voice slightly muffled from the mask covering his face. “you look like a delight as always.”
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SHE SHOULD NOT BE proud of how good she has become with sneaking around like this. it of course helps that her company let’s their idols have free time to do just that — but willa has never been good with restrictions, and whilst she knows deep down that free time doesn’t mean sneaking out with other idols it’s not exactly like anyone is stopping her — or could, if they tried.
« oh shut it, you cheesecake, » she greets eaton with, knowing that her hair is tangled and her face is bare — what he can see from it anyway, which in this case is only her eyes and even that is barely. she’ll be the first to admit that she hates this. « you can barely see me in here. »
⤷ 𝗽𝗮𝗿𝗸, 𝗷𝗶𝗻𝘄𝗼𝗼.
— JINWOO WAS, FOR A LACK OF A BETTER WORD, CONFUSED. in one moment they were joking around, laughing hysterically, and now there was a stretched out silence between them. jinwoo could see every little detail of jun’s face, the shape of his eyes, smile lines that never really faded, the slight stubble on his chin. he was pretty, and the realisation startled jinwoo enough that a deep blush spread across his cheeks. these were thoughts better kept buried, and jinwoo knew that if he let himself stray too far they would never leave.
there wasn’t anything he could say at that moment, because his voice would’ve quivered in the most deceiving way possible. it was better to stay quiet, even though it meant staring into junyoung’s eyes in silence as they didn’t move an inch. somehow his own hands had grabbed onto the fabric of jun’s shirt and he was helplessly holding onto it in some much needed support. what was he supposed to do ? this was a situation he’d never found himself in before and he had no idea where to go next. “um …” he said dumbly, fingers twisting in the thin fabric. “uhhh …”
THIS IS UNKNOWN TERRITORY that junyoung should know better than to leap into. but he is a simple boy, and now he feels he is compromised — half of him wanting to search to see if there is something more there, something to the way his palpitating heart is trying to jump out of his chest, and half of him fearing what will come out of it ( whether it be feelings or perhaps a cracked friendship ). is he not exclusively into girls, after all ?
jun doesn’t think twice. jinwoo’s warm hands are resting against his chest over the fabric of his shirt and somehow that doesn’t feel odd. the boy leans in, lips melting against the others for more than just a brief moment, moving rhythmically, tender and passionate. and then he leans back, convincing himself immediately that none of this is real. « sorry. just .. y’know, checking. »