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( kim taehyung, nonbinary ) have you seen HAN “BO” BOYEON ? i heard HE/THEY is/are a YOUTUBE GAMER/BARTENDER at ATLANTIS. they’re 25 years old and they’ve been living in san verto for 15 YEARS. they tend to be COURAGEOUS & MISCHIEVOUS, but rumor has it they can also be IMPETUOUS & RETICENT.

location: atlantis time: like sevenish? things are starting to get messy status: closed for @boisbo​

“how are we doing here?” nico asks bo as he returns to the bar from another round of gathering empty glasses. it was usually a boring chore, but having to weave his way through a crowd of drag queens, kings, and otherwise iconically dressed spectators had added some fun to the job. it had also added the long pink wig he now sporting, placed on his head by a drag queen like she was ceremoniously placing a crown on his head. nico put the empty glasses he was holding down, then flipped his hair over his shoulder in a dramatic gesture, winking at bo. “bitch i look good right now. you wished you looked like this.”

closed starter for: @boisbo​​

after five shots of alcohol and almost an hour of looking for their friends, yooseung opted to take a short break from walking around, dragging boyeon (his only companion) to silver spoon for ice cream to munch on while they rest. bora, mike, and eugene were nowhere to be found, and as much as he’d appreciate their company right now, there were far too many sweaty people to push through. it’s been a while since he spoke to boyeon, yooseung thinks, absentmindedly licking at his ice cream. it has also been a while since they hung out, and if it weren’t for yooseung’s tipsy little brain, he would have just fucked off somewhere else. “hey, look at that.” his gaze is trained on the big, pink panther floaty passing by them. from their spot on the bench, it looked enormous. like… like godzilla, but pink. and slimmer. “damn,” he says, unable to take his eyes away from it, “that’s a big ass balloon.”

.    °  🐸 ∗ ∘     ‹ closed for; 𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐄𝐎𝐍​ › ❞

                    “again?!” michael laughed loudly at the sight of the tequila gun yet again. bo never disappoints, clearly. by now he’d gotten separated from his friends in the chaos and somehow ended up here, late at night with a bi flag tied around his neck like a cape, and excitedly grinning at the toy gun bo was holding.

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after her talk with yooseung, hana had needed to be alone. there was a lot to process and her mind was still reeling from all the information that had been given to her. turns out her suspicions had been spot on, and she really wasn’t sure how she felt about that. so, she’d gone to the one place that she knew yooseung wouldn’t go anywhere near - the skatepark. but in her attempts to avoid bumping into her best friend, she’d forgotten about the people that did frequent labyrinth like she did. 

sitting on the deck at the top of the half pipe, hana was leant back on her elbows and staring up at the sky above her, the cool breeze blowing her hair back from her face, oblivious to her surroundings. then a bump on her foot pulled her back to the present, and she looked down to see a figure on the ground and a board rolling back away from her. bo. of course he’d be here. he used his nickname for her and approached, and a tight smile appeared on her face.   “hey bo,”    she said after a moment of pause. she had no idea if bo knew about her and yooseung’s talk, if he knew that she knew everything, but if he did he was employing his usual avoidance tactic.   “nah, i’ve done enough skating for one night,”   she said dismissively. she too was a big fan of ignoring her problems instead of facing them, and quite frankly the last thing she wanted to do was talk about it all for a second time. 

charlie couldn’t remember much at first. she had to confirm with a few friends to make sure what she could remember was correct. everything was so overwhelming, to the point where she had to busy herself with her freelancing work to get things off of her mind. especially anything that had to do with what happened between her and nico. despite the two talking about it, it was still a lot to take in. 

and now that she was done with work and had nothing more to do, charlie figured another good distraction would be the skatepark. it was so late at night, yet she couldn’t find it in herself to care. she stopped and picked up her board when she heard a familiar voice, turning her head, only to see someone she’d never really considered a friend. but a friend of a best friend. “you wish i was your fan.” charlie rolled her eyes. just hearing him speak reminded her of how much energy she used to spend trying to tolerate him. in the past few years that she was away, she became a lot less annoyed by everything and anything in front of her; she actually surprised herself by the fact that she was smiling at bo right now. “fine.” she shrugged. “what’s up? isn’t it a little past your bed time?” 

feeling the other’s warmth, it doesn’t take long for yooseung to lean against boyeon, too emotionally spent to stay prideful. right now, he doesn’t feel like being an asshole, or playing hard to get—he just wants to cry. running to boyeon is the last thing he should be doing, but he doesn’t know who else to turn to. “i don’t want to lose my best friend,” his voice is wet, though he chooses to ignore this and press his forehead against boyeon’s shoulder blade. boyeon’s attempt to comfort him is pointless, muted as blood pounded in yooseung’s ears. his bitter, cynical mind is taunting him. it doesn’t matter anymore, hana hates him, he’s a liar, he broke their friendship. the only true friendship he had—yooseung sucks in a stuttering breath, shaking hands moving around boyeon’s middle. breathing was hard. really hard. like he’d lost all his oxygen hiking up mount everest. why did he have to fuck everything up? he wasn’t in the position to cry over this, though. he didn’t deserve to be upset over losing a friendship he ruined.  “maybe,” he manages to choke out. 

nico sat cross-legged on his best friend’s couch, trying to get his player, toad as per usual, safely across the finishline, and also preferably in first place. that wasn’t easy however, because every time bo began yelling at the screen, nico couldn’t help but laugh at them, almost steering himself off the road. nico didn’t understand how he’d been able to live in an entire different city away from bo for four years of his life, because now that he was back even the 5 days they’d spend apart felt like they’d been too long. and nico still had so much to talk about with bo. but every time he was about to do so, something held him back. it was stupid, they were best friends. they should be able to talk about everything. “fuck off yourself!” nico cussed right back, slamming toad’s car into luigi’s for no other reason than spite, before speeding off again. for a moment nico thought he might win, but suddenly a blue shell send toad spinning and nico groaned dramatically as he watched luigi overtake his own little mushroom. nico had never been a very good loser. “this is fucking stupid. your game is rigged or something. i was winning! fuck!”

bora: then i'll accept your apology.

bora: just give me some time to move on. its hard :( i unblocked because i wanted to pretend like it didn't happen

yooseung: well

yooseung: i'm not going to disagree with that

yooseung: i know

yooseung: you're not a complete asshole

bora: i just wanted to speak my mind. i've been holding it in all night. i'm allowed, right? :/

bora: yeah you can do something else. you can't turn back time, but you can promise to learn from this. do you?

bo: we both are

yooseung: okay

yooseung: as long as you apologized to her

yooseung: and you meant it

bo: of course