honey, you're familiar

           ❛ Dohun! Stop stealing my brother from me, we need sibling quality time. ❜            

dohun frowns, crossing his arms over his chest. "hey, i'm not stealing him! he is willingly spending time with me," he counters instead. it is something that is still really precious to him, that someone is actively choosing him like this. "and we also need quality time together. so yeah. i will not stop." he feels so stubborn all of sudden even if it is literally not that serious.

Red, White & Royal Blue (2023) dir. Matthew Lopez

" aww — poor baby's scared of needles, huh ? " she cooed, teasing. " need me to hold your hand ? "

jude did not really do much research into tattoos before he booked the session. something that he is now regretting because the placement he chose — right on his ribs — hurts so fucking much. "i'm not scared..." he trails off, his gaze flickering to the needle that is about to pierce through his skin again. well, maybe at the end of this he might as well be because this damn machine must have come straight from hell. "but if the professional says that it will help," he actually does offer his hand, trying to play it off as if he is very calm and was not just gripping onto his shirt as hard as possible to keep himself still (which absolutely did not help.)

haneul laughs softly at the complaint, before shrugging. “i guess i was just born a romantic.” hardly — his parents were more business partners than they were a couple, but it didn’t stop the young man from pursuing love even in his now unfavourable circumstances. he didn't go out to seek it, but what's he supposed to do when it has captured his heart without knowing? all he knows is that he adores the smile blooming on art’s face and wants to keep it there — some people call this love, don’t they? “are you going to put me in jail?” he asks next, his grin unwavering. perhaps he should hold himself back, but he’s over the moon when art agrees to his reckless idea. but they can make this work, right? try their best to keep their little, precious bubble of joy. “oh, is that it?” he tilts his head, amused by art’s plan. “remind me again who was it that kissed me first in the closet?” he whispers, his lips still tingling from the earlier touch, the forbidden kiss that was a tremendous risk to take but they took it anyway. “got it.” he nods in agreement, happy to follow art’s every command. “sounds not too different from what we we’re already doing, then.” 

it is probably the silliest conversation that they have had to date, but art really does not mind in the slightest. It actually feels rather nice, as if they are simply just art and haneul, enjoying each other's company, and there is nothing complicated that is tied to themselves. "of course. i take law very seriously," he snickers because it couldn't be farther from the truth. it is not like art does not respect the rules but... he likes to break them at the same time. maybe it really does make sense that he found himself in this little thing with haneul. "hey! it was..." he stammers off. "it was your fault! for being uhm-... for being so close to me! and being so handsome. maybe if you had something like a mask all over your face i would not want to kiss you all the time," he grumbles under his breath because clearly it is haneul's sole fault and he does not really get why the other doesn't see it. he squeezes haneul's hand, turning himself a little bit more in his seat so he can face haneul even better. "but i guess i can forgive you if you give me a kiss. or two," he demands with the same little smile on his lips. and because he is not exactly patient enough to wait, he does lean closer to steal one himself. after all, art is more than used to going for things that he wants the most and not waiting until they are given to him. suddenly a little bit serious, art gulps down before giving haneul's hand one more squeeze. "but if someone catches us... let me take the blame, okay?" art is more than sure that he can believably spin the story in haneul's favor.

°｡🍊𓏲⋆.🧺 ₊˚    — Haewon laid on the ground helplessly, staring up at the person who he thought was his friend.           ❛ Why.. what went wrong between us? ❜            The man’s voice came out ragged as his shaky hand reached up to gently latch onto them, hands shaking even more rapidly as his grip tightened around their sleeve, vision slightly fading in and out, his childhood best friend was now a sᴛʀᴀɴɢᴇʀ to him.

gunwoo shakes off the hands that are reaching out for him. it pains him to do so, because once upon a time he was the one fighting for haewon. but now they are on opposite sides, and the one that he is fighting is haewon himself. "you should never have gotten involved into this. i told you to stay away," he frowns, taking a step back. he knows that someone will come pick haewon up, that he won't stay alone for too long. but now he won't be the one helping him out.

silently, haneul braces himself for whatever that’s about to come — of course, he’s hoping art would say yes, but if it’s a no that he receives, so be it. at least he won’t be tossing and turning all through the night, plagued by the maddening unsaid and the lingering what-ifs. all he knows now is that he doesn’t want to move forward keeping his affection in his chest, like a secret that doesn’t deserve to be heard. that he wants more and he doesn’t want to keep wondering whether art likes him the same way anymore. he didn’t know he’s holding a breath until art’s words relieve him from his doubts and he finally lets himself take the breath that he’s been too nervous to. a smile blooms on his face now, mirroring art’s. “maybe more reckless, too.” he admits, but there’s no sign of regret in his tone. he watches as art’s hand reaches to rest atop of his, before he entwines their fingers together, the smile on his face growing wider. “then we can be fools together.” haneul hums, before bringing their joined hands closer to him, until he can press a kiss on the back of art’s hand. “that doesn’t sound so bad, does it?” it’s stolen happiness, maybe, but there must be more to life than just enduring.

art tilts his head to the side, watching how haneul intertwines their fingers together, bringing their hands to his lips to press a kiss against the back of his. a fond smile blooms on his face, and his gaze flickers away for a sole moment. "who taught you to be this smooth? it should be illegal," art complains, but instead of actually doing something about it, he just squeezes haneul's hand a little bit tighter. he lets himself just grin stupidly at haneul for a few moments, just letting the feelings of excitement settle. soon after, he waves his index finger in front of haneul's face. "okay but we need to be even more cautious. no kissing at all! cannot even look at me!" but he hates the idea as soon as it leaves his lips, and to be fair... he actually is not sure if he can do all of that! it was already difficult to really stay away when things were like they were, and even when there are more things at stake now, the thrill of it does not really fade away. just like the want of being close to haneul. "okay, i guess you can do all that. we can just find better spaces to hide at."

“are you telling me that i’m wrong, though?” as far as haneul is aware, art isn’t denying the fact that he likes being in proximity with him so many hours a night. haneul was known more as the bright, goofy and sometimes arrogant soccer player back in the day, but his playfulness near vanished after the accident. yet, around the right people, glimpse of his past self come back. “i still think you belong more on the stage.” he smiles, “though i have no doubt you’d nail any role you’re given.” haneul has watched plenty of dancers come and go in a place like this, but art has a charm to him that shines like no one else’s. perhaps in another life, he’d have a bigger, better stage to showcase his talents, but unfortunately for the both of them, the reality is what it is. it doesn’t mean that they can’t still try to make the best out of the circumstances, though. “of course — would be cruel of me to say no when you’re asking so nicely.” he teases amidst the embrace, though the idea of a potential lesson comes off rather whimsical in his head. he’s not sure if either of them would be able to focus. “what do i get out of this, though?” he leans back slightly, just so there’s enough space for him to look into art’s beautiful eyes. “there’s no free lunch in this world, you know.” he’s merely joking, of course. he’d do anything art asks of him without the man even having to bat his eyelashes.

"shut up, stop knowing me so well! i need to be a little bit mysterious and cool," art smacks him on his thigh, his hand staying there after and just enjoying their closeness. but the truth is, he doesn't really deny that haneul is right. because he does like spending time with him. and he would be sad if they couldn't spend time together. he drums with his fingers on top of haneul's thigh before absentmindedly drawing some patterns on it with his index and middle finger. "hey! didn't you just say that you cannot say no to me? seems like you are taking it back, though. and really quickly," he puffs out his lower lip, pretending to be sad about it. but the expression disappears as quickly as it bloomed on his face. "mhm... i guess i need to make it worth your time," art continues, his fingers still tracing patterns on haneul's thigh. he thinks about it for a moment, wondering what he could even offer to the other man, other than things that he has already given to him rather freely. it is difficult to do so when there is not much to his person in the first place, well, at least he thinks so about himself. "i cannot really offer to cook for you, unless your heart screams for microwave rice," he hums, still thinking about it rather seriously. "i can teach you something too!" he exclaims, his eyes shining as very amusing idea comes to his mind. "do you wanna learn how to dance?"

"Of course you could just leave me here, drunk, high, helpless and left to my own devices..anyone could kidnap me." Slurred words sounded soft, the most brilliant smile on his lips while those eyes seemed shinier than usual. Obviously Summer was playing his games even in this state. "Or you could take me home with you for some fun."

she hums, twirling it around her fingers. "you know, in the worst case, you could sell some of this? maybe that could be some extra cash." and extra cash is never exactly a bad thing. a moment passes, and yaya stands up, going closer to qian, leaning against the table with her hip. "maybe i should buy you something too. but it would be very cute though," she says, her tone playful. reaching out, she gently pokes qian in her cheek, ruining her make-up a little bit. "maybe a cuter headband. with ears. panda ears! you would be a cute panda," she exclaims with a little bit more energy, wanting to see qian smile.

"i am doing this for you, of course. come on, you came. which means that you don't have anything else to do on friday night. i'm just taking care of your... uhm your well-being! and social battery. bringing some excitement into your life!" he wildly gesticulates for the last sentence, which makes his bruised ribs hurt a little bit more. ciaran sheepishly takes nine's hand, getting up on his feet again. "it's not that bad. i just fell when i was trying to climb through the fence because a dog was chasing me," he shudders just thinking about the big dog. to be fair, he would be similarly scared if it were a small chihuahua or something... "and uhm," he lets out a little laugh. "so i maybe twisted my ankle too." and after saying that, he looks at nine in a way that definitely says 'and you definitely want to help me back to your car'.

★— ATTN: @fvrmeden

sometimes it really sucks, that something as simple as one or two single words can give the whole thing a different meaning. and so they need to be really cautious, read every single word with precision otherwise they are gonna get themselves fooled. kitty just hopes that it is going to get better as time goes by. "yeah, just little bit of sugar," he mumbles as he keeps on looking into his notes. then it actually click inside of his brain. "you been watching me or something? when you know so much about my coffee order," he squints his eyes at blair, watching her for a few moments. now talk about someone getting their coffee poisoned, kitae does not really know what to think about all of this. is this just a play to get at him somehow? but he will not know if he stops it all now. and he is rather curious. "oh need me? so many compliments today, i dunno how i should handle all that," he shakes his head, but there is a little smile that grows on his face. "but i don't mind the motivation either. sure, it is annoying how good you are and that you don't hesitate before throwing it at my face at any given time that you score higher," he rolls his eyes. but where would he be if someone was not pushing him to be the best either? "but just so you know, i will not go any easy on you just because you are tired and clearly starting to talk nonsense." the words are biting but his voice is growing just a tad softer.

"you're being difficult." ben murmurs as he drops his gaze, "could just fuckin' skip the captain save a hoe." he squints at franco but he can't hide the smirk that starts to spread across his mouth. he likes when franco gets irritated by him he's cute like that. next franco's about to cuss him out for being on his fucking lawn. "why would i ask you what you want when you clearly don't know what's good for you?" ben can play that game right back. his gaze tracks franco's hand as it settles on his and it doesn't feel wrong. he doesn't want to pull away. "here you are." ben swallows thickly as he finally glances back towards him to meet his gaze. he doesn't think he's horrible as a person he just severely doubts his ability to be a god boyfriend. obviously his track record is not the best and franco knows that too. has seen it first hand many times. ben's called him drunk probably a hundred times when he's fought with whatever dude he was seeing at the time. ben keeps blinking at him as he speaks and he's so sweet that he does want to bite him. leaving teeth marks in franco's skin would satisfy him greatly. "franco." ben leans forward into the space between them stopping just short of pressing their mouths together. "are you sure? there's no going back once i kiss you. i'll get obsessed."

that is so incredibly cheesy and stupid, but franco honestly cannot get himself to even cringe because it sounds like everything that he has ever wanted to hear, to be fair. franco sighs, gently patting ben's cheek a few times. "all i hear are just empty promises. yet have you done something about it?" he cannot help but tease, but everything comes out in a little whisper because they are so close, and franco is honestly afraid to speak a little bit louder in case he would break the moment. and so he tugs ben forward, finally letting their lips meet. it feels like he has been waiting forever for this moment, just watching ben go from one to another dude, while franco has been watching on the sidelines. but now he is in the very middle of it himself. "nice of you to finally join my obsession. thought it would take a little bit longer, not gonna lie," it feels a little bit embarrassing to say out of that out loud, but franco supposes that he has already done plenty of embarrassing things tonight already.

some of the tension in his shoulders eases slightly at the confirmation arden doesn't miss his ex, though any relief is short lived when it becomes clear it isn't that simple. flynn would like to claim it's for the other male's sake that the thought of the text bothers him as much as it does, bristling under his skin to know that someone who treated arden so poorly still believes he has any right to reach out — it's not the full issue though, unable to deny his chest sinks slowly as the phone buzzes next to them. “ just because you get used to things, doesn't mean that they're any good for you. ” he can't help but point out, hand lifting to rub at the back of his neck. “ do you want to look? ” it takes his best effort to keep the tone neutral, throat clearing softly as he tries to pretend like either of them think he now has arden's attention. there's no way to compete with someone the other male has that much history with, who arden had loved, even if he didn't deserve it. “ i — well, i was just trying to ask if you wanted to get a drink some time? or some food. i know it isn't... as casual, but i thought it might be nice. ”

arden hates that he is like this, that even when the breakup was probably the most freeing and yet the worst thing to have ever happened to him, he still clings to those good times that he deludes himself were enough. he considers flynn's question, staring at the phone for a little bit longer. it buzzes as if taunting him, but he is fully shaken off of his thoughts only when he registers what the other man says next. "oh... do you-..." he gulps down, his gaze snapping to flynn. god, was that really what he tried to say all this time while arden got so distracted with the phone. "i just... i don't know if," the words are difficult to leave his lips. "what if you will be disappointed." arden ends up saying. "you know, i'm not blind or stupid. well, questionable on the last one but..." he just knows that he won't be good for flynn.