youth!

17. MIN HYUNWOO. HYEON MU. FIRST YEAR.

[yfxhyunwoo]

✱ luv(sic)

[yfxhyungsik]

He was fine. He didn’t miss her. He didn’t care — and then she had to go and forget her bracelet on his floor. 

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[yfxhyunwoo]

well, you certainly don't spare words--he almost wants to say. the tell-tale burn in his chest this time isn't entirely chemical in nature; but instead a cocktail of bitterness and bile ( funny, how easily hyungsik finds the weakest link in his armor, hitting with just enough force to knock him back a step or three ). but it gives him the strength to keep his damn mouth shut for once even as it reminds him of the exact reason he'd went through the trouble.

he understood what it felt like to get a taste of h e l l for a girl.

even if hyungsik had, according to some things he heard, brought it on himself. it isn’t like he isn’t guilty of the same--chasing a goal without regard for how much further it slips away with every 

single

step. 

hyunwoo holds his cards close as he steps onto the rooftop just the same, fingers clutched tight around the bottle he's already dipped into himself--a little liquid aid was necessary to deal with, as hyungsik had so eloquently put it, someone who hadn't ever been nice to him.

but when had he expected any different?

birds of a feather flock together.

slowly, he comes to stand beside the taller male, staring out upon the seemingly innocuous campus at their feet. in truth, it hid so much more malice than met the eye; much more pain--in truth, sunhwa was a prison for the mind, one jia had been smart to escape while she could. "call me a masochist," his lips curve wryly, exposing the shadow of a dimple in his cheek, "but i don't think either of them would want you up here by yourself."

and he knows that hyungsik can piece it together; can summon up his own truth but before he leaps too far ahead in his logic, hyunwoo shoves the bottle in the younger male’s grasp and musters up something akin to a laugh ( it hurts a little, the absence of a friend--and some part of him is a little too eager to fill the gap ), "besides, first years like us can't claim shit yet. gotta wait until we can be asshole third years. roof's open."

with that declaration, he sinks to sit; a heap of a boy resting beneath a pitch sky.

"if you're not going to drink it, you can just hand it back. but i figure you need it a little more than i do."

[yfxhyunwoo]

✱ luv(sic)

@yfxhyungsik

“so...”

if anyone were to ask either of them what they were doing, hyunwoo isn’t sure if he’d know what to answer. looking at hyungsik, he isn’t so sure the other male knows either. his attention flickers between one figure and the next, fingers gripped taut on the wire fence wrapped ‘round the rooftop. like any other place deemed off-limits, it stands apart as a nice place to find respite—

and it seems to be what is in order lately.

“there’s another bottle in my backpack.”

he murmurs the words while passing a green-tinted bottle of soju, peeling off his uniform jacket and spreading it on the concrete at their feet. there, he takes his seat and stares upward into the midnight sky. “just in case that isn’t enough.”

it isn’t.

if asked, maybe he’d say the objective for the evening is to celebrate the evolution of their lives—in spite of the dull aches settled deep beneath crisp while dress shirts and school emblems—in the absence of lin yijia.

already, hyunwoo feels the warmth of alcohol sliding through his system; lazy and languid.

but the truth of the matter is—he thinks as he gazes up at the still boy standing, staring into some distance he can’t see—

it’s to figure out the mystery that is jong hyungsik without lin yijia.

[yfxhyunwoo]

✱ psychobabble

@yfjaewook​

5400...  5500...

for the third time in two minutes, hyunwoo recounts the change in his pockets. a sigh lingers on lips pressed firmly together, brows furrowed into an inverted smile that dominates his features—each time he comes up short, he glances again to the porcelain dishes holding his lunch; something he craves as much as his next breath after a full morning spent trapped in the damned library.

because no, father couldn’t possibly heed his suggestion to put vending machines in the lobby there.

"those are for subways, hyunwoo-yah. not our academy.”

goddamn it.

growling under his breath, hyunwoo goes digging instead for the platinum card tucked into his wallet; only to pause upon finding it mysteriously absent from his back pocket. a few panicked looks around—at the floor, at the students standing around and waiting their turn in line—and the first year curses audibly this time, a sound that fades on the cashier’s droll look.

“that’ll be 5800 won.”

god. damn. it.

“right, hold on.” and on a whim, min hyunwoo lifts his foot and presses his fingers in the space between his ankle and his sock, looking for a spare bill or two--”i’ve got it on me, alright?”

he could cry.

[yfxhyunwoo]

✱ lost+

[yfxbobby-blog]

the question comes as a surprise, eyebrows disappearing under an overgrown fringe. in usual form, his first answer is blithely tongue-in-cheek, unwilling to give it away quite yet, face fully committed into an expression that’s half-smile, half-leer—all creep.

“it’s obvious, isn’t it? who could resist this face?”

he lifts a hand to said face, thumb and point finger framing his chin. there’s a better answer between the lines, but he’s got a question of his own. one wild rumour aside, there isn’t anything to substantiate the claim that he gets “so many damn girls” that he can think of, naturally extroverted personality aside.

“yah, what are you talking about anyway?” eyes narrowing a fraction. “what exactly have you heard?”

[yfxhyunwoo]

it takes every ounce of effort that hyunwoo has in him to avoid snorting. not because he’s a hater—or anything like that—but because for the moment, at least, he is speechless. trapped, in a moment of watching the older male’s posturing—

“hyung, with a face like that, i’m shocked you’re not scaring all of them off...”

without bite, he speaks slowly—tone thick with humor—and turns to face bobby fully, shoulder leant against the wall, “i don’t know... i’ve just heard that you’re pretty popular. don’t know where.” and trutfully, hyunwoo doesn’t care to know. having seen what had just transpired...

he can do without that visual.

“so? is that your answer then? just natural charm?”

[yfxhyunwoo]

✱ pretty enough

[yfxsomi-blog]

she couldn’t help breaking her deadpan exterior, not when she was talking about la. it just brought out something else in her.

somi rolls her eyes, not exactly the type to feed into rumors. “i’ve met her once or twice. she was in a movie with elle. but she’s not my godmother.” she thinks that angelina jolie has enough kids to manage as it is, but what does she know? maybe angelina just has that kind of mother rabbit streak where she needs to fill her house to the brim with children.

“she’s pretty, i guess.” she shrugged somewhat wistfully. “for her age, at least.”

[yfxhyunwoo]

despite being curious, it’d be a plain-faced lie to say that he understood exactly what somi was talking about. nevertheless, he listens with a suspended sense of wonder, chin perched lightly on his palm and eyes flicking absently over her features. she seems excited enough about her chosen topic, and hyunwoo notes with some small bit of pride that he’s done something right.

“I’m not really a city person at all…” he trails off, lips curved absently while he watches the trees outside sway in the summery breeze—“I think I’d like the beach but that smog? nah…” a hand waves idly through the air, catching wind before he sets it down on the edge of the table and busies his fingers with the pencil still clutched between his fingers—“I like fresh air. is it rainy at least?” and he’s a weather romantic, mother says; a sucker for the smell of rain and freshly cut grass.

“for her age?” and he doesn’t have the faintest clue how old the woman is really, but seeing her on the front of a few magazines put her name in his head. it’s easily enough then to drop the topic; or at least shift it to something he has a hope of relating to on a level other than pure curiosity—“who do you think is pretty then? here in korea?”

[yfxkangmi]

“no,” kangmi retorts with a small scoff, all the willing to just ignore his insipid reply–it wasn’t beneficial to anyone for her to reply, not when she could be having hyunwoo do so many other things in the mean time. “i just want you to, problem?” obviously not, the first year is amused as she watches, tongue dancing behind perfect teeth in glee. 

( she won’t acknowledge the bit of fluttering that surfaces watching him act–maybe it was time to go see a doctor or something )

she hums at his answer, taking a moment to admire his handiwork as her foot moves from side to side, lower lip jutting out slightly. “nope, do it again. it’s ugly, hyunwoo.” why yes, this was her being purposely difficult for no reason. he should have known what to expect when he signed up to be a “minion”, after all.  

[yfxhyunwoo]

and yeah, he half expects her response but it doesn’t stop him from feeling a pang of both irritation and disappointment; hidden all too well in the curve of his lips—and the display of a dimple in his left cheek—as he lowers her foot to the concrete and undoes his handiwork with a few short pulls, “are you sure? I thought it looked fine.”

his eyes lift to watch the expressions cross her face; a brow raised in open curiosity though of course… they both know just what is happening here.

seo kangmi is being difficult.

“ugly is a little harsh.” amusement still lingers strongly in his tones, coloring them bright as he offers her a smile, faint but genuine. “what exactly do you plan to do anyways? go run a marathon?” does he expect an answer? not quite, but for the sake of it—perhaps for the sake of hearing her voice, he puts himself out again,

in hopes of receiving some hint of a green light.

[yfxhyunwoo]

✱ one of these nights !

[yfxkangmi]

confidence. it’s important to own it. 

kangmi isn’t unfamiliar with the concept, so she’s confident in her stride alongside a certain first year, a cropped hoodie thrown over her black swimming suit, toes wiggling in her sandals. face bare, the smile that she wears on soft lips is at least genuine, widening ever so slightly each time she catches min hyunwoo looking. 

nothing was more delicious than this serving to her ego.

“thanks, i can tell you like it.” she shoots back, shameless and taunting all in one as she picks at the hem of her hoodie absently, pausing only when he poses his question.

admittedly, it is the wrong question.

“and what is that supposed to mean?” kangmi squints, lips pressed into a small pout as slender arms cross over her chest. what did that mean? was it a jab? a damn jab at her chest? fucking min hyunwoo has got some damn nerve—

she doesn’t wait for an answer, reaching out to slap his arm sharply in retaliation. fucking boys. 

“you’re stupid. and if you’re trying to drag me to the beach now i’m leaving.”

with that, the first year beelines for the pool chair, shifting to strip off the hoodie after slight hesitation (mentally, she curses min hyunwoo in her head a few more times), tossing the hoodie onto the chair. 

why did she even agree to this? 

what fucking WITCHCRAFT did min hyunwoo cast on her??

[yfxhyunwoo]

truthfully, he tries to find some measure of shame.

though unfortunately, his gaze seems to move on its own—without his permission, of course—to roam the shadows of her waist and hips; finding the curves that lay beneath with shocking ease. for all of his inexperience, at the very least, min hyunwoo knows what girls look like—and he’s just saavy enough to recognize the one at his side as a prime example of what it means to be beautiful.

he’d likely die before he ever got the words out, however.

wisely enough, the first year elects to say nothing to the confidence she spills by the bucketful at his feet; his head nods, bobs along as if swayed by little more than the wind because if there’s anything that he’s learned—it’s that he’s damned if he does. damned if he doesn’t.

everything, in the end, is wrong.

“it’s not supposed to mean anything—“ but of course it does; it always does, and not for the first time hyunwoo finds himself swallowing the bitter taste of anxiety and a mouthful of air around the knot in his throat, “I can see so much ski—“ and he bites back a hiss at the slap, brows furrowing for a moment before he ultimately turns to face ahead and runs long fingers through his hair.

“we’re not going to the beach… it’s just a pool.” and sometimes he wonders why he’s trying but again, he turns on his heel and waits with patience, regarding his companion with a carefully polite look while she fucking strips—fuck. fuck. fuck!—and it’s only reasonable that he remembers to do the same.

he peels off his shirt and sets it aside in much the same way, before holding out his hand.

“I’ll even let you ride on my back, alright?”

[yfxhyunwoo]

first of all, hello to all new members!! hope you all have a great time here (there’s so many of you since my hiatus began that i just-- { lays down }) but i’m jinx and if at any point you wanna plot with me just like this post and i’ll shoot a message your way. u ww u this sassy kid awaits.

now, i’ll be dropping some threads that have been dead for a while and opening up for fresh new ones (and those include the messages in my inbox that i definitely will be responding to either tonight or tomorrow). basically, if your thread with min hyunwoo isn’t on this list, i’ve probably archived it and if you want to keep it, you can respond at any point and i’ll pick it back up again!!

that’s all ~ <3

[yfxhyunwoo]

✱ one of these nights !

okay, but what the hell are you wearing--

to his credit, hyunwoo refrains from asking the question that jolts him from the realm of his own daydreams—to some degree, being an airhead is impossible to grow out of—and back into the startlingly exposed reality facing him in the form of seo kangmi. exposed—?

more visually—available.

he holds onto that thought as if it’s a lifeline, willing his eyes to maintain focus on her face and ignore the rather skimpy suit that covers her body—for the most part; her legs warrant a glance every now and again, simply because they do look that nice; “nice suit.” and he refrains from sarcasm, or even teasing; taking the tone of an interested boy—

with no intention of having his head ripped off by an angry first year.

and his hands remain firmly stuffed into the pockets of his navy blue swim-shorts as he stands at the edge of the pool; just close enough to step in, not far enough to be pushed.

“are you sure that thing will stay on if we head to the beach?”

a raised brow is what he offers then, and perhaps a minute twitch of his lips at the thought ( treacherous thing that it is )—“or in the pool, for that matter?”

and it’s official; he can’t help himself from being playful with her, at the very least.

[yfxkangmi]

( * confusion is a thick consuming haze, tied in with frustration and a lump in her throat that she just can’t seem to shake — seo kangmi watches stupidly as min hyunwoo stands, min hyunwoo moves, and min hyunwoo kisses. min hyunwoo kisses and seo kangmi’s heart throbs and explodes and jerks. the stupid thing.

if anything she’s frozen, swallowing uselessly around the lump lodged in her throat in an attempt to gather any sort of control she has left into her arms — as if just a kiss from hyunwoo himself has left her frazzled and scatterbrained. but at the least, she’s aware of the sleeping roommate behind her, clutching onto that bit of clarity as she presses back minutely, stepping forward to rest her hand on hyunwoo’s chest, gentle in the way she nudges him back—her lips following seconds behind ( unable, unwilling to break contact ).

and soon, they’re standing in the middle of the hall, pulling back slightly to meet glassy eyes on his, well aware of the breath fanning over her lips.

he’s too close. )

“did you really come all the way over here just to kiss me?”

( * posed soft, the question lacks bite, lacks any specific edge to it to resemble anything of the first year “queen’s” — posed soft, kangmi is struggling to even gather her composure in this case. hyunwoo’s touch to her jaw makes her weak, skin trembling under his fingers slightly, she breaks eye contact to look at the ceiling above, blinking rapidly in attempts to avoid any sort of accidental leakage. 

because that’d just be pathetic. )

“weirdo.”

[yfxhyunwoo]

{ ` some part of him expects her push to be something closer to a shove; if there is anything he’s come to expect from seo kangmi, it’s unrelenting rejection and confusion in the form of her acceptance. he finds himself caught by the latter, beneath the pressure of her fingers and her lips—a push and pull that leaves him even more short of breath.

he hates it.

he hates the way his fingers curl too tightly into her shirt, as if trying to draw her into the storm raging within the confines of his body—his poor, unprepared heart pounds against his ribs; his hands shake even as he offers her a half-assed nod between firm kisses to her lips. one, two, three. each one takes something of his with it, leaving little behind but a mess of a boy. he winds his arms around her waist then, watching her expressions with a wholly unhealthy blend of fear and anticipation— }

“yeah, I did.”

{ ` his words come in a rush of air, hurried in the same way he heaves after a long jog down the hallways; his tone comes just as softly, as a murmur that slips out as he presses his face to her cheek. he’s sure then, that her feet have left the ground; the warmth of her body against his is potent, though the only thing circling ‘round his teenage brain is the glimmering of tears he spots in her eyes—and the gesture of comfort comes almost automatically. }

“I know. it’s weird, right?”

{ ` and he lacks the energy—the strength—to make it sound teasing; instead, the words come out quietly, just barely audible in the darkened hallway. already, he’s eager to find her lips again, but this time he waits— }

“is there something in your eyes?”

{ ` and gives her a way out of the mess he’s made. }

[purplesbaka-deactivated20170211]

[yfxuisoo-blog]

‘ that’s my spot

[yfxuisoo-blog]

lovely to meet you – uisoo wondered if he would be making the first year eat those words or not. he disliked disrespect, it wasn’t something he hid either. in a school like sunhwa, hierarchies mattered and he’d taken note of them from his first year when he was fish food. that’s what this younger male was, and he didn’t seem to realize that at all. everything about this kid demanded a scolding back into his place. the world today was a terrible place when such people were left to run around without anyone setting them straight on the matter.

the suggestion to study inside made uisoos brows arch, looking over the younger male like he might as well be something under his boot. his fingers tugged at the edge of his blazer, straightening it out as he shakes his head. “there’s a difference between avoiding the sun and having it glaring in your eyes so you can’t read,” uisoo corrects, looking around the courtyard before back to the first year. if no one else was going to teach this kid the proprieties of society. “i’m a third year, i’m older than you, and i’m asking you to move. you move. if your parents raised you right, you would know that and i wouldn’t have to explain this to you – acting like this, will do you no favours.”

his gaze never flinched or faltered. he spoke matter-of-factly and with a sharp edge coiled in the core of his tone. nothing was going to let him sit there and suffer at the hands of a disrespectful first year.

“the last thing you want is to be on the bad side of a third year, cheong ryong member.”

[yfxhyunwoo]

in all honesty, he couldn’t find it in himself to give a damn whether or not the male before him was a third year cheong ryong member or the goddamn prince of mars. what hyunwoo does find in himself is the ability to pretend, and it is to this art that he dedicates himself for the remainder of his time in the seat. surely, if it were a competition between who had more sway in the school, the directors’ son would’ve won anyways, right? he takes some measure of comfort in this fact—in the obliviousness that others walk around in, sticks hiked high in their school slacks.

his only regret is that it is a secret he’d likely die for no sooner than it passes his lips.

so instead, he gracefully rises from his seat and tucks his single, lonely textbook under his arm. his lips curve in such a way to display the faintest dimple beside his mouth—“my parents raised me quite well, sunbae.” his tongue sinks so firmly into his tongue that his next words are physically bitten off—there’s a brat in him, hidden deep beneath the surface;

they taught me to treat others with respect, even if they’re beneath me.

kinda like you are.

ah, min hyunwoo—that’s bad. stop that.

he admonishes himself while offering the other male a mild look. the thought dances around in hyunwoo’s head; dripping in frustration and wry humor. “please excuse me, I appreciate your kind explanation. it won’t happen again—“ yes, he’s saying all the right things, though the air behind them is lukewarm for the most part. “I wouldn’t want to land myself a spot on the bad side of a cheong ryong member.”

and with that, he gestures to the empty seat and steps aside to clear a path to it. somewhere in the distance, he imagines a harp playing as sunlight crawls along the pavement as if leading to a mythical throne.

so ridiculous.

[yfxhyunwoo]

✱ ice cream cake

[hmyoungae]

(...)

hyunwoo gets distracted by something on his arm, but before youngae can notice what it is she gets distracted by something on her leg. a rain drop, out of all things, reaches out and hits her on her bare skin, making her hand instinctively reach out for the top of her glass, so to make sure no rain would fall and join her chocolate milk. “hyunwoo?” her head turns towards the boy once again in time to give him another stare.

“i think it would be smart for us to leave.”

[yfxhyunwoo]

“no, you weren’t~” he just as easily shoots back, all too aware of how easily her attention flows from one thing to the next. it isn’t anything that hyunwoo particularly minds though, so he sets his focus again on sipping the drink grasped so loosely in his palm. tempted to repeat himself—for her sake, of course—his lips move soundlessly for a moment before he gives up with a chuckle, looking skyward while the girl at his side fixes her hair.

—“really, it looks like crap out here.”

the slate gray clouds rolling in the heavens almost certainly promise a downpour—and ruined milk, on top of that—so it’s with a sigh; faint but heavy, that he rises to his feet and offers outstretched fingers to youngae. “yeah, it probably would be.” his gaze flicks to the protective posture of her hand over her glass and just this once—this once, he refrains from laughing at the poor girl. “you realize that I could easily get you some more?”

brow raised and lips curved softly, he gives her hand a tug and begins to lead for the shelter of the dorm buildings in the distance.

“hurry up and run faster!”

before even he realized it, his speed had swelled to a sprint as the rain drops collided with ground—with them—with increasing frequency and force.

[ynhyunjin]

an invocation

[ynhyunjin]

“okay, forget the book, what’s up with you two?”  because even though kangmi isn’t one to talk senselessly (lord knows that girl is poised) jia isn’t stupid. it’d take a lot to completely miss out on the tension— and if there’s anything she’s learned about this school it is that where there could be something, there almost always is.  “are you friends? like are you good? i’ve never figured out what’s going on with you two and it’s so. annoying.” 

pause. normally she’d have tried at least a little to not seem so fucking obvious, but with hyunwoo jia doesn’t quite feel the same need to stay composed and subtle. 

she jabs him lightly in the side with her elbow, more or less coincidentally but it turns out alright in the context, as she hurries on, taking shortcuts across syllables and switching to english words whenever there’s even an ounce of doubt.

“come on. like, i’m still practically new, so i need to know these things. she’ll skin me alive if i overstep, which i’m sure you know, but i also can’t really ask her outright, can i?” it’s a rhetorical question and all, but the quizzical tone almost lands it as an honest one— she looks at him for some, any, sign of understanding to her cause. for some reason, it just feels like he’d just know. “you know what i mean, don’t you?”

[yfxhyunwoo]

no, it wasn’t exactly a question he didn’t see coming. in fact, hyunwoo can easily blame himself for the topic change—his fingers press firmly into his thigh in weak self-retribution—but his smile is just the same amused; “what’s up with us?” was there an ‘us’ when it came to seo kangmi? the thought is laughable on some levels, horrifying on others—let it be a lesson to not let his feelings; fluttering, all too similar to illness, lead him instead of the head perched so firmly on his shoulders.

ah, but he was supposed to be explaining, wasn’t he?

“we’re as good as exes can be, I guess.” sheepishly, his hand slides over his nape. a considering gaze moves over the younger’s face—does she know that part? where uncertainty settles though, good humor takes its place while hyunwoo focuses on keeping pace with her rapid fire speech; the English interspersed within leaves his lips twitching, “you need to?” leaning down faintly, he reaches out to ruffle her hair with idle fingers, “more like you’re a total gossip.”

but, for brevity’s sake—

“I don’t think she can kill you for being here. it’s not like she’d give me the time of day anyways…” not to say that he wants it(!); he swallows ‘round the knot quickly forming in his stomach at the mere idea—and these are the things he hides so well sometimes hyunwoo wonders if he feels anything at all—“we used to date a couple years ago. it only lasted a few weeks, honestly.”

and it all felt unfinished.

“is that everything you need to know?”

[yfxkangmi]

( * she barely realizes he’s ended the call–the kind of realization that comes with sinking in her stomach because if anything she’s been stupid and ugly in the way her reflection can be spotted in the glass of her phone. ugh, so not what she wanted to show hyunwoo of all people. without much consideration, the first year is quiet in leaving her bed, wiping her hand over her eyes with a heavy sigh as she beelines for the bathroom )

“stupid min hyunwoo.”

( * who hangs up just like that?? she curses under her breath, turning on the facet to wash her face (and hopefully all remaining traces of pathetic on her face), exhaling as she pulls to look back, sniffling a bit at the image that stares back–seo kangmi in her glory, fair skin, teary eyes and red nose, stupid fucking hyunwoo. but her daily night routine is interrupted, ears perking at the knocking as she halts, brows furrowing slightly while making her way to the door, dabbing at her wet face with a towel )

“who–” 

( * here, she stops, almost struck stupid as she meets the gaze of one min hyunwoo, unprepared in her bed hair, cat pajamas, and fluffy slippers – what the fuck )

“what are you doing here?”

[yfxhyunwoo]

{ ` in no uncertain terms, he's lost his mind. he deserves it, hyunwoo supposes, for daring to chase after the likes of seo kangmi. and the pounding in his chest won't let him forget; the vision of a teary girl cursing his very existence inspires confusion and guilt in spades--and now, the boy finds himself at a loss. left with no reasonable options.

in all honesty, there'd been nothing reasonable about their relationship from day one.

jaw set and lips pressed into a firm line, he moves through the corridor with purpose; gaze flicking again to each door in effort to remember which one was hers. it was likely the dumbest thing he'd done yet--setting himself up for another rejection at her hands;

because this time, he'd done entirely too much.

but his fingertips graze upon the right door, and hyunwoo knocks. the hour escapes him; the only mark of time he has is the erratic thundering of his heartbeat in his ears, and the deceptively steady rhythm of inhale, exhale, inhale again--the door opens, and whatever words he'd managed to string together in his short walk vanish before he utters a sound. red-rimmed eyes, a pinkened nose--the signs are there to see for anyone that looks,

and for the first time, min hyunwoo has opened his eyes.

he moves then; a haze of motion that starts with nervous fingertips resting along the curve of her jaw, cradling. with a step forward, beyond the boundaries of what is upright and acceptable. with a bend of his shoulders to match her--to stand eye to eye, and it ends with the frantic press of his lips to hers in the dark,

raw edges and cautiously high hopes.

with his next breath frozen somewhere in his chest and his heart held hostage in his throat--

because this time, he doesn't know what else to do, other than kiss her. }

[yfxkangmi]

( * how embarrassing. her face burns with the realization, quick to reach up and wipe at her eyes, resisting the urge to groan at her own foolishness. of course, she would do this to herself. but nevertheless, seo kangmi, you’ve gotta get your grip together–being like this in front of min hyunwoo of all people was the last thing she wanted )

“of course it was unintentional.”  

( * her eyes narrow, lips pressed into a pouty frown )

“why would i call you after that? why did you even pick up?”

( * and here, another sniffle, unable to help the feeling of frustration that swells even with the fact that min hyunwoo could see everything, from teary eyes to the pressed pout on her lips – and though his face looked if not just as upset as her own, it still didn’t make her feel any better )

“you should hang up.”

[yfxhyunwoo]

{ ` he has no answer for her this time. no quick-witted comeback to keep himself in the right; or even to keep him from feeling the ache in his chest too acutely. rejection stings, even if relief follows; a chaser in the form of her words, uttered without knowledge of the open line--it’s the first time he’d heard seo kangmi be honest. and yet, his response is slow, mired in the wetness he sees in her eyes.

this is his fault. }

“okay. i’ll hang up--”

{ ` helpless, he watches the screen for a second more; processing soft sounds of distress filtering through the speakers. maybe it’s the best he can do, to end the call on her request. he does so, shoving his phone into his pocket after and running his other hand through short strands.

before he so much as thinks of it twice, he’s slipping out the door with his shoes hooked on his fingertips. by time he reaches the elevator, they’re on--and he has a singular destination in mind.

ju jak. room 204. }

[yfxkangmi]

( * she doesn’t notice in her peril, much too deeply involved with her own emotions as groans and moans slips out – highly upset by the sheer exist of min hyunwoo. her eyes burn, heart twisting as frustration builds in her chest–this boy has got her real messed up )

“stupid fuck i never fucking said shit about not wanting, god–”

( * rants on with seemingly no end, nothing but mutters and curses slipped in between, inhaling a deep breath before she remembers that she hasn’t responded–and she wasn’t about to give him the last word. hand reaching for the phone, she turns her head to peek a glassy eye at the screen, squinting slightly before pausing at the face greeting her )

“what are you doing–what did you do?”

[yfxhyunwoo]

{ ` the easiest part, it seems, had been figuring out what he wanted. the challenge of it--the headache and the heartache of it--is everything else; and far be it from kangmi to actually be helpful; the frustration covers well for the pain centered solely in his chest. and of course, her words don’t help. they only add to his confusion, and the distinct feeling that he’s being made into an idiot. but he remains quiet, expression contorted into something resembling sadness before he finds himself staring not at some suspiciously dark space but into bright, teary eyes }

“i didn’t do anything. you sent a request--i accepted it.”

{ ` immediately the explanation spills in rushed words; stumbling syllables leading to the next until he forces himself quiet--staring at the soles of his feet, legs crossed neatly in front of him }

“i didn’t know it was unintentional.”