* 𝒈ᴼᴸD͜𝙴𝖓 𝖇𝑶ʸ.

The longer his attention stayed glued to the bright and ever changing pixels on his screen, the more a small, childish sort of jealousy began to bloom in her chest. It was ridiculous how often she vied for his attention — whether it be by pooling herself against his side or shuffling around the room until he finally (finally finally finally) asked her what was wrong — and even more ridiculous with how often he gave it that it was never quite enough. Maybe the part of her that knew that this whole thing had an expiration date took over, wanting nothing more than to make the best of a shitty situation the rest of her put her in.

Things of the heart were finicky, to put it simply, so instead of dealing with the heart of the problem it was much easier to engage with something less... pressing.

Like his tiktok addiction for instance.

A delicate pout painted pink pokes out as his weight lands on her lap, twitching annoyingly as he plays along by chanting her nickname in return. She rolls her eyes, avoiding the warmth in them and ignoring the butterflies flying haphazardly against the bars of her chest that it gave birth too.

"You're awful," was her half-hearted attempt at a comeback. "As if I'd ever ask you for anything like that." Rumi absentmindedly rakes her fingers through his hair, thumb massaging the hairline she exposes under his fringe. The touch was more for her benefit than his, that ever present crave to be near him now somewhat satisfied. When she finally looks back down, her own eyes reflecting a fondness she didn't yet dare admit, there's a twinkle that wasn't there before.

"I was just wondering if you wanted mandu for dinner."

"do  i  know  that?  you  act  like  a  princess  sometimes.  maybe  you  have  some  desires  of  your  own,"  comes  the  playful  musing,  head  immediately  tilting  back  to  fit  into  her  hand,  exhaling  in  delight  as  she  runs  her  fingers  through  his  hair.  her  touch  was  always  something  craved  by  the  man  —  it  was  [  ...  ]  soothing  and  he  didn't  realize  how  much  he  had  started  to  rely  on  it  until  their  bond  had  grown  from  sneaking  out  of  each  other's  apartments  by  the  time  morning  broke  to  them  spending  the  entire  day  wrapped  in  each  other's  arms.

not  that  he  saw  that  as  a  bad  thing  —  her  company  was  something  adored  and  sought  after.  when  rumi  actually  let  herself  relax  [  ...  ]  she  showed  an  entirely  different  side  to  her  that  no  one  had  seen  —  something  only  reserved  for  him.  a  side  where  she  was  more  playful  &  sweet,  laughing  at  every  ridiculous  joke  he  made.

his  brows  quirk  upwards  when  she  states  her  true  reason  of  calling  his  name  —  or  maybe,  she  hadn't  been  calling  him  at  all,  which  causes  him  to  pout  his  lips  out  slightly,  almost  childish  in  nature  as  he  finally  rises  up  from  his  position  so  they  were  mere  inches  apart,  noses  brushing  together  as  he  gazes  into  her  eyes,  fixated  on  the  way  her  gaze  almost  seemed  [  …  ]  loving  when  she  looked  at  him.  but  there  was  no  way  that  was  possible,  right?  “you're  so  cruel  to  me.”  he  complains,  though  there's  no  proper  anger  or  hurt  in  his  voice.  he  leans  in,  pressing  a  single  kiss  to  her  lips.  “mandu  sounds  fine.  i  think  we  should  have  danmuji  to  go  with  it  too.  do  you  want  me  to  get  started  on  it,  or  are  you  going  to  handle  the  cooking?"

⋮✧.*  They  certainly  hadn't  intended  to  drop  and  break  it.  Especially  considering  they  had  spent      so  much  time      working  on  the  dessert.  They  heard  him  mention      sometime  ago      that  he  liked  them,  and  so  they  had  spent  the  time      since  then      learning  and  failing  and  relearning,  until  they  finally  had  gotten  it  right  and  produced  what  would  have  been  delicious.  Though…They  had  had      a  bit      of  help  in  getting  it  to  this  point. Though  now  it  seemed  a  bit  all  for  nothing.

By  the  time  Seonghwa  reached  the  kitchen  A-Yeong  was      staring  blankly      at  the  broken  dessert  plate,  (naturally  it  had  been  the  one  they  brought  from  home)  but  there  was  a      slight  sense  of  forlornness      in  their  eyes  as  they  looked  back  at  the  pieces  of  glass  on  the  floor.  Next,  a  huff      pushed  out      of  them.  ❝I  just  got  that  dish  too.❞  There  was  a  subtle  shake  of  their  head,  before  it      snapped  up  quickly      when  realization  hit  them  that  there  was  someone  in  the  room.  ❝Huh?  Oh,  I'm  fine…Might  need  a  trip  to  the  bakery  though…❞

the  CEO  gazes  in  their  direction  of  the  ruined  dessert  underneath  shattered  porcelain  on  the  ground.  it  takes  a  moment  for  him  to  process  what  had  happened  [  ...  ]  waiting  for  the  kumiho  to  explain  themselves  as  he  strides  over  with  furrowed  brows  as  he  takes  their  wrist  within  his  grasp,  pivoting  them  towards  himself  as  he  gazes  at  their  limbs  —  a  careful  examination  to  make  sure  they  hadn't  cut  themselves.  seonghwa's  shoulders  slightly  sag  in  relief  when  he  realizes  that  they  were  fine.

"good  ...  you  didn't  cut  yourself.  you  should  have  told  me  that  you  were  planning  on  baking  something,  aya.  I  could  have  helped  you  when  i  got  finished.  baking  is  one  of  my  many  talents."  he  points  out,  a  hint  of  pride  in  his  vocals.

he  pauses  soon  after,  just  long  enough  to  pull  out  his  phone  and  look  up  the  nearest  bakery.  "theres  one  20  minutes  away  from  here  if  we  want  to  go  now  ...  why  go  through  so  much  trouble,  though?  what  were  you  trying  to  make?"

[ SMS ; SEONGHWA 💋💋 ] mmm. i know. i like it when you remind me though 😌 [ SMS ; SEONGHWA 💋💋 ] i wouldn't say bothering me as much as he's just... giving me the evil eye for no reason [ SMS ; SEONGHWA 💋💋 ] which is crazy because i'm just standing here minding my own business, but 🤷‍♀️ [ SMS ; SEONGHWA 💋💋 ] thank you, handsome. you get sexy when you tell people what to do. i like watching it 😉

[📲 MSG: MICKEY🌹] people hate to see a sexy, confident woman express herself. now if you said something or gave him the stank eye back i wouldnt even say a word. [📲 MSG: MICKEY🌹] ha... you really think so? 🤭 then i gotta do it more often [📲 MSG: MICKEY🌹] you should see me during our team evaluation meetings [📲 MSG: MICKEY🌹] i go off 😌 speaking like a true boss should

⠀⠀⠀            𝓲ʀᴀᴠɪʀɪ            ▌            𝖚𝖓𝖍𝖔𝖑𝖞,        disgusting   𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨.         ❞                     …             this   is   an   independent,           private           &           mutuals   only,           interpretation   of             BUTCH   JOJO    !!               written   as   an   original   character.           activity   is   low.            treasured   by   indigo.

feet no longer touching the ground, dae-ho does the only thing he can do in this situation, the only logical next step if he's being honest with himself. how seonghwa didn't think it would end this way is beyond him, but if he thinks for a second that the younger will give up his attempts at freedom, he's so wrong. in fact, he does something better !

he starts kicking.

pain  splits  through  his  legs,  almost  making  them  buckle  from  the  sheer  unexpected  nature  of  dae-ho  goddamn  kicking  them  —  or  maybe  he  should've  guessed  it  from  him,  but  either  way  it  was  enough  to  make  him  drop  the  younger  idol,  hand  immediately  moving  to  soothe  his  leg,  wincing.  "i'm  about  to  snap  YOUR  spine  in  two  you  spoiled  brat.  KEEP  AT  IT  I  SWEAR  TO  GOD."

the  moment  his  face  is  spat  in  —  he  sees  red.  free  hand  raises  to  swipe  at  his  face  in  disgust  before  he  finally  jerks  his  head  around  to  glare  viciously  at  them.  “you're  goddamm  delusional  that's  what  you  are  —  im  gonna  beat  your  ass.”

scowling,  he  doesn’t  hesitate,  throwing  his  head  forwards  to  smash  their  foreheads  together,  ignoring  the  searing,  throbbing  pain  that  courses  through  his  skull,  even  after  he  drops  his  hold  on  byan.  serves  them  right!

the  grunt  that  leaves  him  is  sharp,  displeased  while  he  tucks  his  arm  close  to  his  chest,  just  in  case  the  other  got  any  bright  ideas  of  biting  him  again.  "not  a  chance.  sorry  —  but  there's  only  one  vampire  i'd  let  drink  from  me  and  you're  not  them."  mumbling  under  his  breath.  "find  some  other  guy  to  be  your  free  snack  of  the  evening."

he's acting strange ... really strange actually. weirdly suspicious behaviour if you ask this ray of absolute sunshine !!

he stares up at seonghwa for a moment, brows furrowed as he tries to figure out just what the other is up to. the head pats are fine, welcomed even ! he leans in just that little bit closer as he chews on a couple of boba pearls ━━━ because dae-ho has always, always been big on physical touch. it's nice, it's warm, it's comforting ; but he hardly expects to be moved even closer, definitely doesn't expect a kiss to the top of his head either !

unexpected, sure. but not entirely unwanted. despite how much the other seems to dislike being called cute, it really is his own fault because he keeps doing cute things !

and dae moves quickly, because he knows it's going to be a hassle to get what he wants without protest. " ━━━ my turn ? my turn ! come here ! " he exclaims, quickly grabbing seong by the face and pulling him down so he can give a little ( lies, it's a very big ) kiss of his own, right on the noggin !

seonghwa's  face  burns  comically  the  moment  his  lips  land  on  top  of  dae-ho's  head.  he's  unsure  why  he  did  it⸺maybe  the  guilt  of  how  much  he  antagonized  the  younger  was  finally  weighing  on  his  heart,  especially  with  how  unassuming  he  appeared,  nibbling  away  at  the  pearls  that  remained  in  his  cup  [  …  ]  even  if  seonghwa  was  so  very  aware  of  how  cheeky  he  could  be  when  he  wanted.

looking  away  and  trying  to  push  down  that  flustered  feeling  by  sipping  at  his  own  boba  through  his  straw,  he  squeaks  when  he's  suddenly  grabbed  by  dae,  forced  to  look  him  properly  in  the  face  as  he  sputters  slightly,  moving  his  cup  away  to  avoid  spilling  any  on  the  other.  “what  the⸺hey,  let  me  go!  sto-”  he  doesn't  get  a  single  word  out  after  that  when  he's  suddenly  kissed  on  his  dome  this  time  around  and  he  grumbles  under  his  breath,  pretending  to  be  upset  [  …  ]  but  it's  so  very  obvious  he  isn't  when  you  see  just  how  red  his  cheeks  have  gotten.

“you  didn't  have  to  do  it  back  you  know…”  he  complains,  pouting  a  little,  though  it  seems  more  like  a  farce  than  anything.