( ☯. watch me. )

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回 - PATCHING A WOUND.

That’s what you get for being a show-off Han. Getting a little excited with the spike he just pulled off, his celebratory tradition didn’t QUITE work out how he expected, &&. his handstand / flip caved a little too soon, resulting in a bang to the knee &&. a rather grim looking gash. But, thankfully, Han had a friend like Katsu to help him out. Odd, Han would usually patch himself up rather than let other people do it, after-all he didn’t want to be a BURDEN over something as small &&. silly as a cut on the knee. Closing his eyes as the gauze around his knee tightened, he breathed a sigh of relief as it eased up, eyes casting down to the blonde, apologetic smile on his face.

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✘ - A hug.

Taken slightly a back by the sudden hug, there’s a slight hesitation before Han can recognise who, in fact, is hugging him. But it’s not long before strong arms wrap around Jae in a GRIZZLY hug, lifting him slightly with excitement, a trademark of Han’s. The stunt man, though a big bear; is a fan of hugs, no matter who they are from. but really, not many people seem to understand that bar Jae. He was like a hug-bro. 

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❤ -  kiss

What was that? A softness cast upon his lips, the way her lashes fluttered closed, shy, gentle &&. sadly very fast. Han hadn’t expected it, shoulders TENSING for a moment &&. eyes only comfortably CLOSED for a second before it was over. A redness warmed his cheeks, lips sifting into a gentle smile, gratitude filled, warm, elated. What had she done to him? &&. how had she done it with out Han even NOTICING. Gaze cast down to his shoes before it returned to her face, teeth breaking his smile into a grin, head shaking as his nerves turned hyper, a chuckle of excitement &&. an exclamation. One people use when feelings, feelings like Haneuls just C A N ‘ T  be put into words.

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◎  Taking care of them while sick.

It was only a cold, a sniffle &&. a mild headache, lying on the couch, he watched as Eri pandered the kitchen, he didn’t question what she doing &&. instead just glanced every so often, dark bagged eyes tired &&. heavy. It was only when he saw the bowl of soup in her hands did he notice that she was taking CARE of him. This wasn’t something that happened often, actually, it was usually Haneul taking care of everyone ELSE, so the smell of hot chicken soup which wasn’t made by his own hands was something unfamiliar. Being motioned to sit up, he did so rather slowly. Sniffling his stuffy noise, drowsy eyes looked from the soup up to Eri, a weak smile gracing his features.

  TO: Damien 🐱

                   ( text mssg: ) bro why would you trust me with this?

                   ( text mssg: ) my dog is literally called mark. 

                  ( text mssg: ) call him clarke kent like superman :o

( Takes out one of the sweets

   & takes a big bite out of it ) ;

Chew, chew chew.

     “ Ew, gross. ” He comments with a grumble, rolling his

         eyes at the other simply ; “ Working out. ”

( The only real work out he did was getting

   himself into fights and using his fingers

   to play video games ) ;

“ Don’t lie. Working out can not ever possibly

   be FUN. ”

Eyes adorn on the mix-match of colourful sweeties in his hands, the soft crinkling noise of the wrappers being shoved to him. Sure it was a LITTLE aggressive &&. he nearly dropped them, but nonetheless Han is thankful. Lifting gaze from his hands to Maxie, childish grin breaking such placid features, euphoric &&. ecstatic, even if Maxie was only returning the favor, Haneul took it to heart (like he does with pretty much everything.)

                         ❛ Hey! Thanks Maxie. I LOVE these. ❜

                                          ❛ You really didn’t have to pay me back, man.❜

Everything was weird now. How her breath hitched in her throat, heavy when it came out, how her heart was beating not regularly, skipping a beat now and then, making her feel warm and uncomfortable. Not able to recognize those feelings, Eri just stared back at him, losing herself into his eyes, hands still on his shoulder. No, she didn’t know what to do. What to say. And even if that situation was odd and made her feel strange, somehow she couldn’t just push him away. A part of her wanted to, oh she wanted to run away so badly, so that she didn’t have to confront all those things she was hearing in her head. Why, though? Why was she feeling like that? Like what, in the first place? Weak, vulnerable, glass but on fire inside, but she couldn’t understand if that fire was good or not. Motionless, Eri parted her lips, so close to Han’s, but nothing came out, at first.

“Don’t you dare fall in love with me.” She tried to chuckle, but her voice was shaky, and her hands were trembling. For once, she couldn’t decide. If she wanted to hide, or to stay there. And her eyes were still on his, until she looked away, ashamed of her words, maybe even hurt by them. Because they weren’t really directed to him. They were a reminder for herself.

IDIOT. He felt like a complete and utter fool. Only inches away from her &&. he thought he had a chance. There was something about her that made his chest feel tight, warm &&. elated like it never really felt before. Something he saw in Eri that he had never seen before &&. something that he would have definitely fallen in LOVE with. But even so, she told him not to, voice shaky as if she was afraid, of what? Han wasn’t sure, but took the last glance before she turned her gaze away from him. Teeth pulled back his bottom lip; in nervous disarray, his thoughts making his decision for him. ‘one. you don’t kiss her. and two. you don’t change the friendship.’ Sitting back, he quickly wipes the somewhat disheartened expression from his features, replacing it with a smile (though not a very convincing one). Those were his OWN words &&. though he had only meant them as a joke, perhaps Eri had REALLY meant them. &&. That’s what hurt him most.

                 ❛ ----Ah, sorry. I guess I just wasn’t thinking, but I, I  wouldn’t dare. ❜ 

SADIC. She couldn’t believe that Han was doing that. To HER! Gasping for air, bringing both of her hands to his shoulder and trying to push him away, Eri soon found out that all her strength was uneffective in that moment, her whole body trembling for the laughter that was coming from her mouth. Biting her bottom lip she teared up, now her hands trying to stop his, squirming, yelling at him. “I DON’T KNOW WHAT YOURE TALKING ABOUT!” That was genuinely true, but even if she knew, the girl was too busy trying to breath to notice the joke he made. Staring at him, she chuckled while sobbing, basically. “Please stop!”

Too engrossed in the tickle war &&. play, Han hadn’t really noticed the position they were in, all the rough &&. tumble going to his head, watching her laugh on the bed. Eri wasn’t one to laugh A LOT but when she did; all Han wanted was to hear more, but when she told him to stop, he did so. &&. Alongside stopping, the raven seemed to notice EVERYTHING, her hands on his shoulders, the way he was just SLIGHTLY above her, the feeling of her huffed breath on his lips, how her eyes just stared back at him. A little teary from all the laughter, but even so, sparkling. ‘What do I do?’ Glance flickers from her eyes to her lips. ‘Do I kiss her?’ Was one question in his thoughts, because as good as he was at hiding it, Han DID want to. &&. had for a while. ‘Does that change the friendship?’ was another, and finally, ‘am I okay with changing it?’ A pause in his thoughts. ‘Yeah--- if she’s okay with it.’ He could kiss her right there &&. then, but is too caught up looking in her eyes to do anything just yet.

She wanted to reply, being the reply a mock or not, but the moment she felt his finger poking her, a loud, acute, tiny squeak left her lips, and Eri’s hand immediately reached for her mouth, covering it with her palm, grey eyes now wide and staring at Han as if to say ‘DON’T YOU DARE.’ But oh he did it again and this time the squead is louder, followed by a small, unnerved giggle, and Eri squirmed, her body reacting on his own and her arm wrapping her own waist. She knew that her face was probably red in that moment, and she also tried to breath normally while forcing herself not to laugh. A POUT on her lips, and she took his hand, giving it a light squeeze.

“H-han, you don’t want to do that.” she whispered, staring at him. But she wasn’t that sure.

A gasp. &&. a melodramatic one at that. There was a new found glint in his eyes; mischievous, childish almost at the sound of her squeak, the corners of his lips turning upwards even more, this was brilliant. &&. the short squeeze of the hand was enough to make him KNOW that, yes, indeed, he did want to do that.   ❛ Someone’s TICKLISH, huh? ❜ It’s only a second before he’s sat up right jabbing albeit gently at her sides, a full frenzied tickle attack, merciless. Out of everyone; Han had never expected Eri, of all people, to have such a weakness.  ❛ Tickles are your KRYPTONITE! Who knew? ❜

“Han, who do you think I am?” She frowns as he speaks, turning to look at him just for a moment, trying to understand if he’s serious or not. She meets his eyes and tilts her head slightly, turning again to stare at the television, arms crossed against her chest,not really giving that much importance to his words. However, she can’t really concentrate on the movie now, because they kind ofcaused a reaction in her, making her think and for her it was never a good thing. So she pressed her arms against her chest tighter, bringing her knees up, cuddling up, asmall sigh slipping from parted lips.

“Of course not.”

He hadn’t meant it, if anything, Han meant the opposite. To have Eri fall in love with him was far from the worst thing that could have happened. Possibly, it could be one of the BEST. Turning head from the film to rest it on his hand &&. look up at her for a moment revealed, that there may have been a sting in his words after all. But Haneul being himself, he can’t really tell. Reading people, isn’t his best asset. But the short sigh was enough for him to warrant her a  ❛ You alright? ❜ &&. alongside that question came a gentle poke to her side, a TICKLE spot for most people which given what he had JUST said, he hadn’t taken into account, but with a reply like that, the corners of his mouth etch into a smile, what was that supposed to mean?? &&. so he pokes again,  

  “I-It’s not THAT big of a deal, & it’s certainly nothing     ‘ta be proud of.”

“——because on all levels except physical, I am a dog.” And Vince is just going to leave it at that as he smirks and continues to play a game of tug-o-war with the dog in front of him. “Woof.” Yes, he just woof’d at a dog; an actual human male just barked at a dog. “Me and dogs jus’ have this bond, mate.” Or maybe Mark preferred pizza ( Vince ) sometimes rather than hamburgers ( Han ), the sandy blonde thinks that could be it also.

Takes the box swiftly from his hands–

( or, snatches it away really ) ;

–looking rather pleased, a gluttonous gleam in cyan eyes.

           “ If you give me the rest for free, you can bet your ass on it. ”

              Pianist fingers eagerly pull open the box, peeking inside

               somewhat, with childish eagerness ;

“ Besides. You’re probably gonna get a heart attack, stuffing your gross face anyway. ”