thursday’s child

welcome to everyone including myself and happy opening day to wannabe <3! i am a little rusty at rp but let me introduce you to yun. he’s a studio delta hopeful as well as an underground producer (on hiatus) going by the alias ‘leno’. i’ll leave more details under the cut as well as some plots i had in mind, so please like this post if you’d like to plot!

(discord available upon request ! )

“right, i make you so sick,” he can’t help but laugh. yun’s joking, surely. “that’s why you made that sound, right?” jinyoung makes a whining, moaning sound then, probably meant to be some exaggerated and rather moor mimicry of whatever yun had done when they slept together. it’s ridiculous, so much so that he makes himself laugh again with it, the cry dissolving into his grin. “i guess to be fair, you did sort of wail like a dying animal,”

will yun actually kill him? jinyoung hopes so. it’d certainly make things interesting.

maybe he should be a little more worried about the guy making verbal death threats knowing where he lives and just inviting himself into his house. but jinyoung really isn’t afraid of much, and certainly not afraid of yun. he’s just waiting for that calm, cool, and collected exterior to crack, for the other young man to say or do something unpredictable. jinyoung doesn’t have to pay for a streaming service when he can get better suspense than a drama by messing with his friends in real life.

“sure, that’s the boring explanation,” he admits it; it’s probably the truth of why yun came over, just physical proximity. “but you could have just gone to the library or something if you really wanted quiet. i don’t know, i think i’m gonna have to believe that you just like me or something. even if it’s just for my shitty apartment,” he stretches out, making himself even more comfortable draped over the other, and sighs as if contentedly. 

yun looks tired. jinyoung notices the way he leans back, the way his eyes seem to get a little heavier. “hey,” he wiggles one leg as if to jostle yun awake, “if you’re gonna sleep like this i’m gonna charge you for the night like an air bnb.”

yun's face scrunches up in disgust.

"tough talk for someone who couldn't stop grunting like a pig in heat," he jabs back—not that he particularly remembers or cares considering the memory is more traumatic than anything. worst mistake of his life (and he's made a lot of mistakes).

if anything, at least jinyoung is someone he can run his mouth with and face no consequences. an outlet for the random bouts of negative energy. "fuck you." a punching bag.

okay, maybe that's an over-exaggeration. yun's still a good person at heart and as much as he would love to spew death threats for no reason, he can't bring himself to be a menace to someone who's so very gracefully allowing him to laze about in his home.

"life is boring, jinyoung, and libraries don't have couches," he shrugs, wrenching his leg out from underneath jinyoung's and laying it on top of the pile of limbs. they're about to get really tangled in a bit, and not in the good(...?) way. "your apartment is lovely don't be mean to it."

stevie sways lightly on his face, rolling the edge of his skateboard back and forth with the motion as he beams over at yun. at the agreement, stevie’s grin widens even further, and he straightens up with a happy hiss of “nice!” he nods his head in further agreement at the mention of a snack, eyes flickering down to yun’s stomach in surprise when it makes a sound. stevie lets out a small laugh, shaking his head. “sure thing! my treat! i’m the one dragging you out to be my audience, basically.” he’s sheepish as he says it, rubbing the back of his neck. he doesn’t mind– and it’s only fair after all.

tucking his board under his arm, he situates it carefully so it’s out of the way; stevie lets out a defensive protest, despite leaning into the gentle pat with a pout. “i won’t! promise! i’ve gotten a lot better since last time.” he has– at least he’d like to think so. he sends a half-hearted wish above that he won’t eat his words and freak yun out with an injury again. he still feels bad about the first time.

stepping to the side so they can walk together, stevie bounces in place, excited; there’s a happy grin beginning to build on his face. “cool! good to hear. probably even better now that you’re off of work, though, right?” he adjusts the strap of his backpack idly with his free hand, feeling a little awkward; but good, happy that he’s around yun and the other has agreed. he can’t help but cheese, grinning to himself. as they walk down the sidewalk, stevie eyes the upcoming buildings for any place of food, straightening up. “park’s up the block, around the corner– where do you wanna grab a bite to eat?” he leans forward a bit, head tilting forward so he can peer at yun with a curious look.

as always, yun feels guilty at the notion of having a meal paid for. stevie makes a fair point with making yun his audience, but it wasn't like he found it enough of a chore to need a reward for. which isn't to say he isn't accepting, of course—he's in no position to refuse.

"i believe you," he chuckles at stevie's outburst, hoping for both their sakes that he is telling the truth. yun mentally makes a note to be ready for the worst, even if the idea might be insulting to stevie. better safe than sorry, he thinks, especially knowing how he's prone to freezing up during times of need.

"definitely. better now that you're here," he quickens his pace to join his friend's side, the comment innocent and well-meaning. "you rescued me from another day of the same old schedule. it's nice to break the monotony," he shakes his head with a dramatic sigh. not that he hadn't been looking forward to going home and laying in bed, but even that was starting to get on his nerves after awhile.

monster mash

the other’s outburst makes woosung let out a roaring laugh. it isn’t meant to be funny, he supposes, but he can’t help but laugh. he tries to catch himself, easing the laughter into a coughing fit. he’s not sure if yun will be offended that he takes pleasure in his pain. 

it relieves the tension between the two a bit, though, and the older boy smiles. “i won’t hurt you, as long as you get us out of here safe and sound,” he tries to sound stern, but woosung knows he’s never one to be tough. a moment passes, and the awkwardness is back as they both stand unmoving. 

he doesn’t want to cough again, so he brings his hand up to the nape of his neck sheepishly. “that’s a good point,” he mumbles, looking everywhere but yun’s face. woosung sighs, “maybe i can just, hold onto your shoulders or something?” 

yun tries his best to pretend his little freak out didn't happen. not even let his brain process or acknowledge it, lest he starts sinking into a pit of humiliation, or god forbid, start blushing. it's embarrassing enough being laughed at, let alone by someone he's come to know as a stranger.

"does it look like—" yun gestures at himself in exasperation. "why me? why can't you go first?" though he knows that as much as he's prone to being jumpscared, he has a surprising talent for moving forward regardless--so yeah, it'd make sense for him to lead the two of them out of this maze, but something about the situations leads him to being petty. of all things to get woosung to talk to him again, god forbid yun wish for some proper eye contact. that might be asking too much.

— like seeing a ghost

     seeing the once-over he gives her and then his words, saea can’t help the huff that leaves her lips. “and what do you mean by that?” she asks, a frown on her lips because of it. while she does think the colours of sailor moon’s costume are a bit bright, she doesn’t think it’s that crazy to see someone dressed like her. especially not when it’s halloween. she’s seen much crazier costumes today. 

     also, everyone knows sailor moon? especially with the remake.

     she brushes it off though, in favour of this really weird occurrence that has never taken place before, in the entire time that she’s known yun. “i didn’t know you existed outside of the hours of 2-4 in the morning in the convenience store,” she repeats again, though her attention is easily taken by the pastries in front of them considering she had come to buy one as well.

     “they have some savoury pastries too,” saea points out, indicating the ham and cheese one in front of them. “i think it says it has pesto in it too? that’s how they made it green for halloween,” she comments slowly as the realization dawned on her. it’s a smart way to market fresh pastries while also keeping in the spirit of the holiday. maybe she’ll get that one.

     “i want a cookie though. i saw the pictures on instagram and knew i had to come get one.”

yun senses he's perhaps overstepped. "i don't know--the whole cosplay thing. also, you struck me as someone too edgy for sailor moon," he throws in a joke near the end, flashing saea an innocent smile to offset the quip.

"i could say the same for you," he shakes his head disbelievingly. it's the first time she's seen him out of uniform, and it's his first time seeing her under lights that weren't buzzing fluorescent. "i'm surprised you don't just exist in liminal space."

he turns to look at the pastries with her comment, tearing his gaze away from the flashy, colorful cookies and landing on something more appetizing. "that looks crazy," his eyes widen at the color. it would seem off-putting in any other scenario, but pesto is too good to pass up.

he waves down an employee and points to the pastry before returning his attention to saea. "they do look good, but i always have trouble eating pretty things. i feel bad destroying the design..."

〈 SMS ⋯ 윤 〉the rich kind, obviously, what else?🤷‍♀️ 〈 SMS ⋯ 윤 〉but i know that you aren’t only with me because of money, shouldn’t that count for something? 〈 SMS ⋯ 윤 〉besides if you were just my friend for the money 〈 SMS ⋯ 윤 〉it isn’t like i’d blame you ㅋㅋㅋ take it as idk 〈 SMS ⋯ 윤 〉damages for dealing with my bullshit all the time??? 〈 SMS ⋯ 윤 〉i can promise to not spend it on anything illegal 〈 SMS ⋯ 윤 〉but not spending on you it’s a little 💀 〈 SMS ⋯ 윤 〉i promier to not spend it on you without your permission, is that good enough? 😇 〈 SMS ⋯ 윤 〉idk if i should be offended or flattered ㅋㅋㅋㅋ 〈 SMS ⋯ 윤 〉and i feel like you’re more heartless than i am 👀

( ✉ ➝ kim daeun )

{ comfort zone }

Junho isn’t entirely sure how this conversation began. He’s rarely talked to anyone in great depth about his struggles with his sexuality—it isn’t something he really likes to think about, or put a spotlight on, especially not when he’s still struggling with it, playing his silly game of push and pull, never quite allowing himself to completely let go of the old beliefs his family instilled in him. Yet, Yun puts him at ease, makes him feel like he can say anything without judgement. The last thing he needs is someone else judging him, when he spends the majority of his time judging himself. Whether he’s giving in too much, or not enough, it seems he can never just be content with where he’s at in his growth. It’s never enough for him. 

“It’s like…” The words seem to stick in his throat. He’s not sure what to say, or how to say it, his thoughts a disconcertingly jumbled mess. It takes a moment for him to try again, fingers still gently tracing over Yun’s palm, and the back of his hand. “I always sort of… deep down knew there couldn’t really be anything wrong with it. But… with everyone saying there was, well it’s hard to believe that I’m the only one who’s right.” There’s a pregnant pause, and then he sighs. “Obviously, I know now I was right. Still… haven’t managed to really get comfortable with it all yet, at least not as much as I’d like. But hey, you can’t rush perfection.” He tries to joke to lighten the somewhat heavy mood that had settled over the two of them.

“But… we’re lucky we have friends who understand, and who accept us.” Jun shifts closer, lifting his head to look at Yun with a soft smile. “If anyone’s ever mean to you, I’ll beat them up.” He offers with a warm smile. It’s tough, bringing up the nasty bits of his past, the ways he used to think, and censor himself and his thoughts—it all leaves him feeling heavy and disappointed in himself. “I wonder if we’ll we around when things finally do get better, at least here. Sometimes I wonder if I should’ve gone back to San Francisco when I had the chance… But then I’d not have met you. So staying was worth it.”

"that's just how prejudices are. you were young and mob mentality is scary," yun shrugs, a nonchalant tone to his voice in hopes of making the situation easier to handle. "i still have to remind myself that guys are allowed to do feminine things from time to time. it freaks me out when my initial reaction is to be grossed out by it but then i remember it's just what i was taught, not what i have learned," he pauses for a moment, humming as he thinks. "that's a good way to handle it, i think. it takes time."

not that his parents were ever overtly judgemental, but the topic was always broached with an air of ignorance and shame. it's how he came to understand that they would not be happy with him being gay, as they always associated femininity with homosexuality. somehow, that's the part of his sexuality that bothers him, but he supposes this conversation isn't about him.

"thanks but i can handle myself," he shakes his head with a chuckle at the offer. "would rather take a few hits than get you into trouble over stupid things," which is funny coming from someone as lanky as him. "and let's be real. this happens everywhere," his sighs. "there always has to be someone out there being an ass.”

“ you think it’s rigged ?? ” jindallae quips, rolling his eyes playfully. “ you’re not even givin’ me clues. i gave you one to go off of, at least. that’s better than what you’re givin’ me. ” his rebuttal is spoken in jest, of course. he’s a fan of some back-and-forth bickering if its playful. those who know him well may say that that’s usually how he chooses to communicate; sarcasm and snide remarks. just then though, he takes note of the other’s excitement when it comes to being offered free food. a smile tugs at his lips, a gentle laugh following suit; finding it endearing that that’s what piqued his interest the most. it wounds him a little that the mention of giving him a kiss on the cheek was totally bypassed, but at least one option stuck out to him. that’s definitely better than nothing, and at this point, he’ll take all that he can get.

nodding at the question to clarify, he shrugs his shoulders; sights still set on the boy beside him. “ i don’t know if i’d call myself a ‘ chef, ’ but yeah, i cook. i post up at a hole-in-the-wall diner around the corner and i make all the food there myself. it’s traditional fare, but i’m able to get away with switchin’ it up sometimes. you should stop by… you’d brighten up the place. ” jindallae grins, hoping that his invitation is taken seriously. “ that, and if i’m on the clock, i’ll serve you up somethin’ good. ”

now he’s wondering what some his new friend’s favorite meals are, but he saves that question for later; wanting to focus on seeing if he can guess his name right before continuing their conversation further, or taking things elsewhere. though, when he’s asked again what he would ideally want as a prize if he guessed correctly, jin decides to be bold; a devilish smirk coloring his countenance. “ if i’m somehow able to get your name right, i’d love the opportunity to take you out sometime. y’know, if that’s somethin’ you’d be into, too. ” he doesn’t wait for a reaction after his words, and instead, tries his hand at a second guess. he was told that the name yoojun was surprisingly decent, but still cold. the gears in his brain shift, working double-time.

“ is it yoonwoo ?? ”

"i think you've done this before," yun raises his brow inquisitively. "which automatically gives you the upper hand. it's not like i asked for the clue," he wonders for a moment if he's coming off too serious about the whole thing—which he isn't, but he can't help but feel a little competitive. he huffs and downs the second and last shot.

"aren't you a straight up a chef if you do it for a living? and you seem to do it well enough to stay hired," perhaps yun is seeing this man in a new light now, though he reminds himself not to start swooning over strangers again just because they can cook. "implying that if you weren't there i'd be served something bad?" he jokes, a chuckle escaping him. "i'll admit, you have me kinda hooked with that one. i'll have to take you up on that some time." if he remembers past tonight, anyway.

he eats his words when he sees that sickly smug smile on the stranger's face after he brings up a prize. damn him for wanting to be fair. "yeah, sure. as long as it isn't anywhere weird," he supposes that's a decent ask. not like either of them came into this conversation expecting anything else. he's more surprised at the roundabout way the stranger's going about it, if anything. yun would've thought he'd be more straightforward about it, asked to move to somewhere more private at this point, but no. he wants to play games.

yoonwoo? well, that's close enough to have the cogs in yun's brain turning. it's not exactly that common to have a single syllable name in south korea, but it wasn't really rare either. "nope, but you're warmer now."

he pauses.

she watches him carefully as he continues to limp. “are you going to see a doctor about that?” eunae asks the boy, extremely cautious while they walked in case of stray puddles of water. she didn’t want him to slip and fall, knowing the other would more than likely take her down with him.

she wasn’t strong, and having him put all his weight on her shoulders made them ache. eunae could already tell that she would need apply some cream when she got home or schedule a massage. her thoughts linger for a moment on the idea of a massage when the boy’s voice snaps her out of it. 

eunae nods signaling she heard him but also to say that she was in the same boat. “i used to come here more often a couple years ago too, but i’ve had a lot on my plate recently and haven’t been able to make the time,” she doesn’t bother going into what exactly was keeping her from her favorite hobby. she didn’t really want to tell a stranger about how school had become a daunting task and working on top of that made for less hours to spend swimming. 

“it’s less crowded in the mornings, i prefer it that way,” eunae remarks as the two finally make it in front of the men’s locker rooms. her grip on him loosens a bit, and she turns to face him. “i don’t really feel comfortable walking you in there, do you think you can make it or should we shout and see if there’s someone inside who won’t mind bringing you in?” 

yun looks down at his leg. "probably not? i think it's temporary," he sure hopes to god it is, anyway. he still has work later today and it would really suck to miss it because of a mere near-death experience. capitalism.

"i'm surprised we haven't run into each other before, then," he muses, though it's not exactly a pleasant situation they had ended meeting in. if he were in her shoes, he would've prefered not meeting him at all, really, if this was how things were going to end up.

"way colder, though," he nods in agreement, a cold gust of wind sweeping over them to prove a point. thankfully the locker room is within reach now, and he manages to grab onto the door handle for support as he lifts his weight off the other.

"oh, of course. i wasn't expecting you to, don't worry," he's a little flustered at her comment, embarrassed enough at troubling her this much already. "i can make it myself from this point on, there's some benches inside i can rest on."

“nice to meet you, though, i’d describe our meeting as strange if i were in your shoes.” it wasn’t lost on her at all, this was a strange meeting. “honestly, i don’t think it will, but it’s a cute story and i’m sure i can sell it.” all she had to was be sweet, do most of the talking and act a little cute. well, it’s all she had to give so it just had to work out. 

soyi thought about it. “if i’m really being honest with myself, with a deal like this…they most likely have an idea that everyone isn’t being truthful, but it’s a risk that could pay off.” more people would flock, more money in the long run. “but it’s really about having the code.” in the end, that’s that mattered to her, it’d get them the discount. “and that’s fine, it’s not something i even thought about.” hey, maybe he was the strange one. “do you get told you eat slowly often?” 

"oh, don't get me wrong," yun laughs at her straightforwardness. "this is strange as hell, but i don't really mind. in fact, it's kind of entertaining," he's enjoying the spontaneity of it all. the same-old schedule every single day gets tiring after all. he needed something to spice up the week.

"do you think they'd care all that much? maybe it's more for publicity than anything. like the same reason stores give out free samples. to get people hooked?" he hums thoughtfully, tapping his chin as he speaks. "but like you said, that's pretty risky. what if their food sucks," he jokes half-heartedly. he really hopes it doesn't.

〈 SMS ⋯ 윤 〉believe me, i’m not 〈 SMS ⋯ 윤 〉even sr media agrees with me ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ 〈 SMS ⋯ 윤 〉ok, yunie, i’ll be quiet🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭 〈 SMS ⋯ 윤 〉but that’s the whole point 〈 SMS ⋯ 윤 〉i’m not your employer, i’m your friend 〈 SMS ⋯ 윤 〉you don’t need to do anything besides being my friend for me to give you money 〈 SMS ⋯ 윤 〉but do whatever you want, yun 〈 SMS ⋯ 윤 〉i’ll still sneakily try to make you accept my money, watch me ㅋㅋㅋ 〈 SMS ⋯윤〉yes, yes it does 〈 SMS ⋯ 윤 〉it’s more complicated than that 〈 SMS ⋯ 윤 〉well, i guess that’s how i am then 🤷‍♀️

( ✉ ➝ kim daeun )

he’s not shocked that the other male seems skeptical, even unnerved, by him. if he’s being real, jindallae knows he has that type of effect on people. some dig it, some don’t, but he’s hoping that this first impression isn’t going to leave his new pal feeling upset or dejected. that’s never his main objective. “ what ?? you don’t think you’ll get it right ?? ” he teases, his tone light and playful to further prove that he’s speaking in jest; that this is meant to be lighthearted and sort of mysterious, not daunting. what makes all of this all the more intriguing is that now prizes are being discussed — sweet. “ hmm… ” he hums, licking the alcohol that remains on his lips. “ i feel like you should choose what you want from me. like, i could get you more to drink, or i could give you a makeshift coupon for a free meal at the place i cook at, or i could give you a kiss on the cheek… ” with that, he winks; unveiling a cheeky smile, hoping he didn’t push things too far or too quickly. his sense of humor is hit or miss like that.

then, when he’s told that he has to take guesses at figuring out the stranger’s name, too, he smiles; happy to accept the challenge. he has a feeling he’ll bomb, but he’s willing to give it his best shot. “ no clues, huh ?? that’s brutal… ” wracking his brain for options, his piercing gaze returns to the smaller’s soft features; examining them. he’s not sure if that’ll help him exactly, but he’s giving it his best shot. “ is it yoojun ?? ” he asks, then immediately speaks again with a question. “ do i at least get three chances since i don’t get any clues ?? i think that’s only fair, don’t you ?? ”

"of course i don't," yun sighs, shaking his head matter-of-factly. "do you know how many variations and combinations there are with <i>jieut? and i only get limited guesses? seems kind of rigged if you ask me," he knows he's taking an attempt at picking him up disguised as a game too seriously, but he wasn't about to dampen his competitive streak to bend over backwards for a stranger. if it's a game he wants, a game he will get.

admittedly, he does (visibly!) perk up at the idea of a free meal. quickest way to a man's heart, really. who was he to go against the stereotype. "wait, you're a chef?" he widens his eyes incredulously, the intonation in his voice implying that he finds it hard to believe someone like him works hospitality. admittedly, that does give him some plus points in yun's book---granted he isn't lying, of course.

in his brief excitement over food, he misses the offer of a kiss and the wink. too busy suppressing the urge to chase after the free meal--can't look too desperate. he clears his throat in embarrassment.

"surprisingly decent, but still cold," yun shakes his head at the guess, eyes flickering up to meet the stranger's. "you get three chances if i do too," a teasing smile forms on his lips, knowing that he's putting the other at a disadvantage here. "you suggested the game, so i should get to negotiate the rules, no?"