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MOONBIN !

snap wars | @kwxeden​

eden has met a lot of interesting people throughout his life. choi moonbin, a tumultuous force that he embodies, is one of them. they’ve known each other for a while now, at least long enough that eden would be able to pick the other out from a crowd of mindlessly swaying bodies. moonbin’s current features, considerably more distinct than most, make it even less of a challenge. and tonight, just like any other night—eden finds moonbin easily, his gaze falling upon the boy the moment he caught moonbin within his sights.

he doesn’t mean to stare, not at first at least. he was simply looking around for familiar faces, then he was trying to make out what drinks were on the counter from this distance. something tells him all his unsubtle staring is getting under moonbin’s skin though; a gut feeling that he trusts in because he’s already familiar enough with moonbin. knowing that fuels eden even more, merely encouraging the playful fire that’s always simmering inside him. this silent game that he’s playing—he’s not sure what it is exactly, but it’s sparking something between them. even though it’s subtle, even if eden’s doing nothing but look, expression void of anything out of spite ( and to annoy moonbin more, of course ), he can sense that it’s working.

it’s not like eden knows what this will lead to. but he wants to find out, so he pushes as much as he can. besides, the best things are unpredictable. oftentimes, moonbin is exactly that.

eventually, moonbin is moving, fishing out his phone and doing—something with it. eden observes, noting down the way the boy is holding the device, as if angling it to capture a certain picture—oh, okay. duh. it’s eden. moonbin seems to be typing away now, which has eden a little suspicious. once moonbin is looking back up at him with a smirk evident on his face, eden knows that he needs to find out the source of that mischievous look.

the first thing eden does is open instagram, which turns out to be the right choice. he sees that moonbin has updated his profile with a new story, which definitely wasn’t there before the party started. that’s enough evidence for eden to click on it, only to be met with his own face; confirming his suspicions. reading the caption it was accompanied by, eden snorts. typical.

but two can play at that game. and eden will. he’s not one to back out from a challenge.

eden returns to the dashboard of his instagram, ready to post his own story. he pulls up his phone to the right angle, fitting moonbin’s figure into the frame. he does it quick enough that he can catch that sly smile moonbin is graciously showing him, even if it’s peeking out from behind the red cup. it’s visible enough, in eden’s eyes. when it’s his turn to add a caption, he writes, “paying attention to me tonight? we can do more than just kiss, you know.”

publishing it to his public story, just like moonbin had, eden can’t contain his own smirk from forming on his face, breaking the blank expression he had been trying to keep, a crack to the monotone look he had perfected for a while. but that’s okay. maybe letting moonbin know he’s enjoying this will only make it all the more fun. whatever it is they’re doing.

raising his head yet again, eden meets moonbin’s gaze once more, a glint of provocation in his own eyes. as if to say: i dare you to take it up a notch.

immediately, moonbin wants to laugh. he holds it back if only just to hold a poker face in the presence of the other boy-- despite the fact that it's probably least effective on the guy. he may not hear eden snorting but he can tell by his face as he keeps an eye on him what he's doing. moonbin's smirking before he can help it though, and he's not fast enough to move before eden's angling his phone towards him now.

all he can do is blink at his phone when he sees the caption of eden's newest story. his face stares back at him, made more suggestive by the words crossing it. he really should have known better than to expect eden not to flirt back with him whether it was a joke or not. it's hard to tell whether the reply is a joke or not and he's not sure what he's feeling other than the need to continue whatever game they've stumbled into.

eden's very cute, objectively; if put in front of a jury of his peers, he'd be sentenced with attractiveness. moonbin's not one to argue with the little voice in his head that resembles a gremlin and has got him into many a sticky situation while skating. so maybe he thinks he's cute and would kiss with the little asshole. plus, he's not gonna back down from whatever challenge eden is sending mentally to him.

he quickly looks down to his phone, scrolling for a minute or two to try and throw eden off and catch up with his feed at the same time. he waits for a moment when he's not looking back at him and quickly lifts to zoom in on his wrist, snapping a photo.

the little asshole is looking at him again.

perhaps moonbin is being a little unfair, eden isn't really an asshole; he is short though. he's not even sure eden's looking at him or just around him, it's hard to determine with the lights at a party ambiance level. regardless, it looks like he's looking at him. moonbin knows he's at a good point on the cuteness scale, having received many fan letters during his skating career raving about how cute he was and comparing him to multiple different manhwa characters. he doesn't let it go to his head despite using it to his advantage to learn how better to showcase himself in routines to rev up the crowd and fans online. tldr: he's kind of cute, and maybe eden agrees.

his phone lights up where it is balanced on his forearm as he pours himself another mixed drink, light on the juice packet and heavy on... whatever it is that was on the counter. instagram. the wheels in his head start turning, which usually wouldn't be a good sign for anyone else if asked. once he's done at the counter of whoever's house this is' kitchen, the surface either actively wet or sticky where it once was wet, he sits on one of the couches. when he looks up he makes eye contact with the other boy once again. his plan solidifies in his head and moonbin is proud of himself.

subtlely, he opens the app and ignores the multiple notifications waiting for his attention. he tilts the phone and snaps a photo of the boy looking in his general direction before he can notice and look away. quickly tapping and adding a comment, he posts it to his public story with "oh you wanna kiss me so badly, huh?"

maybe it's a bad idea, but moonbin isn't one to think about consequences unless they relate to his career. it's fun, and moonbin's ready to have fun and not worry so much about things. stress is so tiring and he's tired of limiting himself.

i have to fix up moonbin’s bio because i made a mistake and set up his plots page but here is his profile page and some bits of information about him:

doesn’t get embarrassed easily

good work ethic

friendly but has some trust issues

was very happy go lucky and optimistic before his sport accident

competed in the olympics in 2018 for sk in men’s figure skating

{ tw: accident below }

once returning from military service he began training again. during a jump his achilles tendon ruptured causing him to land on his knee and seriously damage it. in order to keep his mobility and not further damage his leg, he had to give up competitive skating.