𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗴𝗲𝘁 𝗺𝗲 𝙣𝙤𝙩

hello everyone!! you can call me KEE ( 21+, they/them pronouns ) and i'm the writer behind this boy, KEIICHI DAISUKE!! i’m excited to be here and to start writing with everyone!! here is where you can can find his : stats and plots page, and under the cut is where you can find his ~history~. LIKE this post and i’ll slide in your ims to plot!! i also have a discord if you prefer that, just message me and i’ll give you my id!!

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observant, he was -- a claim he used on himself for the time when his eyes would linger for a little too long on another individual sharing the same space as him. could it be one of his hobbies to stare, or was it done unconsciously on his part as a way to entertain himself, to kill time while he was at it? he wondered too, but often times would the question be answered with a simple conclusion -- depending on the situation, for most times it was because of the curiosity that the man let taking over, which planted such a habit in him.

a spoon in his mouth as daisuke idly bit on it, his eyes following each movement made by the other as soon as their soft footsteps interrupted the once silent room, announcing their presence to nobody but him, who was currently seated in the dining area. daisuke threw a quick glance over at the clock hung on the wall, two in the morning, before his eyes darted back to hajun. he knew he shouldn’t care, nor should he pry any further, for respectable reasons, although mainly it was because their relationship was undetermined; so to say, they weren’t in a bad term but daisuke wouldn’t go as far to call what they had as close as he would with majority of the tenants. the only things they ever exchanged conversationally were the introductions made upon their first meet, the greetings after bumping into each other and for when the younger decided to add another into the stack of candles in his room. however, of course, by nature, daisuke would be lying if he said the chae hajun doesn’t interest him at the slightest because he knew -- he was drawn by the entirety of him; his appearance, his personality, and his scent.

his sleep schedule was inconsistent and for that, daisuke blamed everything in his life except for himself. not being able to sleep at night? blame it on the videos he found online and because of them, he couldn’t focus on sleeping. accidentally took a four hours nap during the day? blaming it on his early morning shift that deprived him of his sleep from previous night. and currently, as he thrashed around in his bed at two in the morning, his mind was to blame for the reason that it won’t give him the peace he needed in order to drift to dreamland.

groaning, daisuke patted around for his phone and once the device was within his grip, he quickly opened the messaging app. pad of his finger tapping on the display name, yul from 201, he typed away the content in the box under.

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As she waited for the beef to cook, Kiyomi grabbed a spoon and gave her rice a taste. “Well it tastes like rice,” she concluded before turning around and seeing a person standing inside the kitchen too. “Holy- you scared me there!” Kiyomi exclaimed, holding her hand to her chest. Had they been there this whole time? Were they judging her non-existent cooking skills? “Do you uh….want to taste my rice?”

daisuke’s cooking skills, well -- admittedly, they weren’t the best but at the very least, everything that he had made was edible. and he’s still alive so taking that fact into consideration, if daisuke was asked about them, he would proudly say that yes, he can cook. the taste, however, he couldn’t fully guarantee of it having to match with everyone’s taste and standard, because in his head, everyone was different but for as long as he himself was satisfied with his own creations, and although he’s always open for changing his way of cooking depending on criticisms and suggestions received, he was fine with consuming whatever his hands had made.

and another thing to know about the keiichi’s oldest son, daisuke, was that he loved learning. that, and together with his enjoyment in putting the knowledge to use, got him to where he currently was -- laying in his bed with only one earphone plugged in his ear as he watched the tutorial on how to cook the best jjamppong, or better known as the famous korean spicy seafood noodles soup.

determined, he was at wanting to make the dish on his own after having to eat for so many times at the noodles place he frequented to. seeing how his wallet was getting thinner by each day along with the digit on his bank account decreasing, the man figured it would be better for him financially if he could cook his favorite dish by himself.

as time passed by, the visuals of the video were slowly getting to him and pooling at the corners of his lips was tiny bit of his saliva that daisuke would wipe away with lick of his tongue. the rumbling of his stomach was the last pull before he jumped off from his bed and heading downstairs to make himself something to rid of the hunger that was picking at him.