* 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞.

` awkward silences ;

     the reluctance in hyunsu’s voice is so obvious that it almost makes junhee want to throw his hands up in resignation and disappear back into his room. at least in his room, the only people who would come bother him are the people who already love him. there’s none of these dirty glances and cutting remarks in his room. 

     unable to avoid hyunsu’s displeasure, he stubbornly reaches into his bag to get out his notebook, determined to at least get some work done despite how much the other might dislike him. letting their friendship — or lack of it, he supposes — get in the way of their grades is not something he’s willing to do. the words might have been flattering, but the tone of voice that hyunsu had said them in is not nice at all. not even a little bit, and junhee can’t help his small little frown as he fishes out the book as well. 

     maybe things would be better if he just knew what he had done that was so utterly unforgivable that hyunsu still hates him to this day. he can’t really remember at all why their friendship ended. he kind of wishes he did, so that next time, something like that wouldn’t happen again. but for now, they’re stuck. they’re stuck with needing to work together, no matter what their individual feelings are. junhee might be rich and somewhat spoiled, but he’s not a slacker.

     “i don’t like it either,” he sighs softly, shaking his head as he opens his notebook. “it really is a silly story. who decides to kill themselves over someone they met two days ago?” he purses his lips in a small pout, flipping open the play’s book. “still, we have to find something to analyze in this… i mean, i think we can probably argue that it’s stupid, as long as we can back it up.”

hyunsu doesn’t consider himself a very hostile person, he accumulated a decent number of friends and he usually welcomes whoever with open arms. he makes it a point to try and accept everyone regardless of background—unless there’s something actually morally wrong somewhere hidden there—but something about junhee just grinds the wrong gears, despite their friendship in the past.

maybe it’s a petty thing, his reason for blatantly turning on the other isn’t one that’s noble. still, hyunsu justifies himself with labelling junhee as another one of the privileged rich kids, not without reason. he remembers the incident like it was yesterday, finding out that he wasn’t invited to a grande old party—it’s a childish thing to get so irritated over, but that incident is enough for hyunsu to want to distance himself.

after all, if he’s banned from something as small as a party, then is it really worth sticking around when he’s clearly on a lower level than the rest?

sitting before junhee now, oblivious to what he had done, makes hyunsu believe it’s a better option to not regret his decision (but a part of him does, it’s hard for him to be completely satisfied over ending a friendship, it’s why he channels his bitterness in small jabs and sharp glares). at junhee’s response, though, hyunsu blinks. he hadn’t expected such an answer, it’s not a mindset he thought he’d hear from someone like junhee.

“you don’t, huh?” he doesn’t hide his surprise. “here i thought you’ll find a tragic tale of romance, two privileged teens—isn’t one of them still a child?—driven to death by the pressure of their families. sounds like a story that doesn’t need to be told, but oh well.” it’s a popular tale with many iterations, no matter how much hyunsu complains about it, it’ll remain as a classic form of literature. there’s nothing wrong with that (except there is, since he’s forced to analyse this now).

dhwjunhee​:

a starter for @dhwhyunsu ! featuring a flash from the past x high school 

     god, if this isn’t the most awkward thing in the world. junhee shifts uncomfortably, trying to avoid looking at the person across the table from him. perhaps if their relationship was just that of partners, it would be less awkward, but the uncomfortable thing about this whole situation is how they used to be friends before everything went downhill. 

     truth be told, junhee still isn’t exactly sure why hyunsu suddenly started hating him. maybe he’ll never understand. 

     but internally, he curses their friend — they were supposed to help break the awkwardness, not make it worse, but of course — significant others come before friends, he guesses. not. ugh. all he knows is that they were friends and then suddenly they weren’t, and that was that. no questions, no answers, no nothing for song junhee! 

     it’s been years and now, after all the distasteful glances and muttered words, they’re working together on a project. but they’d chosen to come to cupid’s cafe of all places, reasoning that their mutual friend should be enough to keep the awkwardness at bay. but instead, now they’re stuck… in cupid’s cafe… together. he’s stuck with someone who hates him. great. 

     “well, um…  shall we get started?” he asks uncomfortably, biting on his lower lip and shifting in his seat.

it’s kind of ridiculous, the predicament hyunsu managed to get himself to. the only reason he’s here is because a friend—traitor that they are—promised to be the middleman, keep the atmosphere a little less tense and maybe even get rid of the awkwardness that was to come. he should have known not to trust the idiot, not when their significant other is right across the table. a few minutes in, they scurry off to their lover’s side after making eyes for the past half hour.

so, here hyunsu is now, left with another traitor. he rolls his eyes at the situation, clearly annoyed and already done. unfortunately, it’s not like he can run off. they are supposed to be working on a project together, curse that the teacher didn’t allow the class to pick their own partners.

in the first place, hyunsu can never see himself stepping foot into cupid’s cafe, a place riddled with couples, much less with junhee of all people. he doesn’t bother to hide how inconvenienced he is for being here, it’s not like junhee is having the most pleasant time either. he’d like it if he could ignore the other’s existence for a little while longer, but it was about time until their project is mentioned again.

“of course,” he says with a sigh. he searches through his bag, pulling out his notebook and his stationary box. he flips the pages of his notes until he reaches his scribbles for their newly assigned project. “thought of any ideas in that pretty little head of yours, maybe?” as per usual, hyunsu doesn’t mince his words, nor does he colour them to make sure he doesn’t offend junhee. that being said, he does want to finish this project. the last thing he wants it failing to graduate.

heeeello! i’m super late i’m sorry—i have no excuse. nice to meet you all! i’m here with bae hyunsu, who has inherited maleficent’s memories and destiny, which means he’s destined to curse a princess and mostly likely suffer the consequences for it (like, who knows, maybe he’ll die). as you can tell, he’s not exactly happy with that outcome! he’s a rebel through and through—so to the rest of the rebels out there, he’d like to team up! haha... jk... unless?

anyway, i only have his profile page up so far. LIKE THIS POST if i can slide into your ims for plotting! under the cut i’ll be listing some random trivia about the man himself. i look forward to writing with you all! i also have twitter and discord if you prefer to plot over there