four o'clock.

* ♡ ˙ ˖ ✧  ◜—  sooyeon grins, rolling off the couch as she waves to wren. “have i ever told you, you’re my favourite of all the boys…men?  the wish members have ever brought back?” there wasn’t much competition, really, but even if there were, sooyeon was sure namjoon would still be the champion. opening the boxes, she covers her mouth. “oof, i think i’m drooling. if you bring back food like this after all your dates, i think our managers will kill you.” she stuffs a piece of chicken in her mouth, and nearly sobs. the crunch, the oil. it was something she’d been deprived of recently, and she nearly passes out in joy right there and then. “anyway, did you have fun on your,” she wiggles her eyebrows for emphasis, “little date?”

hyejung doesn’t need to ask what it is that’s ‘happening all over again’, because she can make inferences and read in between the lines. after they’d visited the graveyard those weeks ago, it seemed clear to her what those dreams consisted of. she can’t imagine that they were anything less than terrifying, especially if he could still remember every single detail twenty years later.

and so she holds him and rubs his back and sheds quiet tears not over him but for him, because she would do that for the man she considers more of her family than her actual family had been. “have you talked to a therapist about it, in more recent years? or someone who’s trained to help these type of things?” she questions quietly, trying to keep her voice as light as possible.

          he was hoping he wouldn’t have to truly mention it all. though, he was already for sure he wasn’t actually going to have to do that considering he had told hyejung everything not too long ago. he takes another deep breath, doing his best to just breathe - that was probably the best thing to actually do right now. 

[ 📱→ namjoonhyung ]  oh- oh god oh no [ 📱→ namjoonhyung ] how did i not know this?  [ 📱→ namjoonhyung ] please don’t kill me hyungi swear it was an accident [ 📱→ namjoonhyung ] i don’t know how long it was we were both kinda shocked so we didn’t really… respond so that definitely made it ehm a little longer [ 📱→ namjoonhyung ] …no comment moving on… [ 📱→ namjoonhyung ] will they really though…. i’m too young to die!!! 

“it’s good that you like working, but i think you need to take a break sometimes. working too much can be bad for you.” as soon as they locked gazes, she quickly averted hers elsewhere. she felt a blush creeping to her. she pretended to be looking at her laptop, busying herself with scrolling through something. yet, she couldn’t help but grin to herself. stop, haeun. this is silly. he just said you’re good friends. good friends. you’re just hurting yourself.

“yep, good friends––that’s what we are,” she mumbled. “i’ll try to tell you if anything’s bothering me.” she assured him with a smile. it’s always been hard for her, letting people in. she preferred keeping things to herself. why should people be burdened by her problems? they have enough to worry about as it is. however, she felt something nagging her at the back of her mind, something telling her she should trust him. she told herself that it’ll happen someday, but not now. she’s just worried. what if he runs away? she’d ruin a perfectly good friendship. “but you have to promise you’d listen,” she said, her voice rather quiet this time. “and you know you can tell me things too, right?”

she glanced at his notes, “this is really neat.” she chuckled, remembering how messy her notes were. resting her head in her hands, she skimmed through them. “this is awesome. i should write some of these down.” she quickly grabbed her pen and started scribbling some notes of her own. “and thanks for the advice. i’ll be sure to remember it when i’m recording.”

at his approval, she lifted her hands in celebration. “great! so all we need to do is just finalise the lyrics and finally my dream of releasing a solo work will happen,” she squeed slightly before stopping herself. well, that completely ruined her image as a bad-ass.

          he nodded his head a long to the words, “don’t worry! there’s no over working, i take my needed breaks and all that,” he was sure to reassure. to be fair, he was a little confused on what exactly was going on with haeun. she was acting a little.. strange, to say the least. but, he just kind of wiped it right off his shoulders, returning to looking at his own notebook once more. it was probably just nothing. 

“good, good - i would hope so.” he says, another nod leaving namjoon. he too, tended to not really tell other people what might be occurring with himself. he would rather make everything about other people and making sure they were okay, had everything they needed, and everything else in between. it just seemed to be how oh namjoon would let himself work. he liked to be there for people; no matter what the case was or how good or bad they felt towards him. “i promise i’d listen,” he says, doing his best to reassure. he nodded, “i do.” 

he chuckled along, “you really think so?” he asked, a short smile graced his lips. he let her continue skimming his notes; hopefully she might like something that’s in there because he was one hundred percent sure he wasn’t going to be using anything that he had written down there. it truly was all his messy thoughts written down, just incase anyone wanted to use it when it didn’t fit anything for him. “go right ahead!” he said, a bit excitingly. he nods, “no problem.”

@miaxfmd!

◊ * , + ;    —  she nodded in response. “that’s probably for the best. i’ll never hear the end of it from sooyeon if i’m home too late.” although she doubted she would get much rest tonight. wren wasn’t sure how she was expected to fall asleep when she was wide awake thanks to her emotions running haywire. hopefully someone would still be awake so she could talk to them about it. she was pretty sure they had a filming early tomorrow morning, seeing as their comeback had happened only yesterday, but she wouldn’t get much sleep. one of the first things she planned to do was look over her schedule to hopefully find an evening that was free.

feeling bolder than normal, as she pulled away to walk next to him again, she reached for his hand, intertwining her fingers with his. it was a little risky, sure, but the streets seemed to die down and she wasn’t ready to lose contact with namjoon just yet.

            he chuckled a bit once again, “all i’m getting out of this is that lee sooyeon is secretly the evil maknae that controls everyone’s bedtime but her own,” he joked, before laughing a little bit again. he probably wasn’t gonna sleep himself either, probably be a bit too happy to actually go to bed. maybe he’d just take all these feelings and flesh them out upon paper; that was the best way to get to writing, right? it was the perfect emotions to write with.

[ 📱→ namjoonhyung ] …choihyejung… [ 📱→ namjoonhyung ] no- well yes- but not really [ 📱→ namjoonhyung ] it was an accident, we were playing that paper kissing game and it just sorta fell??? [ 📱→ namjoonhyung ] and then we were suddenly kissing [ 📱→ namjoonhyung ] oh god, i’mdoomed aren’t i? 

◊ * , + ;    —  wren had to break eye contact with namjoon and look at the ground, feeling bashful, though she never moved her cheek away from his touch. she wasn’t used to receiving compliments like that, unless it was from fans, but that was different. this was a guy who had a romantic interest in her. was she really all of those things? wren couldn’t believe someone like oh namjoon thought so highly of her, or that she had that kind of affect on him. she forced herself to make eye contact with him again and couldn’t help the smile that spread wide over her lips at seeing his own smile. she knew dating was banned, but she had pressed her luck their before and gotten away with it. plus, she deserved this, didn’t she? she deserved a chance to be happy.

“i’m surprised,” she admitted with a small laugh, “but now i know. i’ll be looking forward to our date, then.” her eyes scanned around once again, making sure there was no one near enough to see or overhear them. wish didn’t need another scandal and namjoon had a pretty clean image that didn’t need to be tainted. she could only imagine the hate she’d get for being caught romantically with him. but namjoon seemed like the type that the benefits would far outweigh the risks.

          he can’t help but to blush ever so slightly. though, he did his best to attempt to hide such a thing that lingered his cheeks. his eyes never left her sight, even when she was looking down upon the floor; which was something that managed to make him smile even more. every word that spilt from oh namjoon’s lips was nothing but the truth; that’s how he would like to keep things - but also, he was being truthful about all his this. bae yoorin, aka wren, made his heart completely flutter. dating was banned and there was so many risks that lingered upon this - but he wanted to take the chance; this was something that was deserving and the dating ban that bc entertainment had placed. even so, namjoon had been able to secretly date ( not that a thing had even falled upon namjoon ) for the past five years - but still, there was whole out dating ban on wren.  his lips smile brighter once again as soon as eye contact was upon him once more. 

for: @namjoonfmd

* ♡ ˙ ˖ ✧  ◜—  “we’ll be back by 12!”

sooyeon’s eyes are glued to the display of her laptop screen. 57, 58, 59, 00. it’s 12:01am, wren isn’t back from her date with namjoon, and sooyeon is officially an orphan. a couple minutes later, there’s the sound of the door unlocking, and sooyeon raises her voice to be heard from the doorway. “i am now an orphan. my parents have left me to die, and i’ll have to fend for myself in this cruel, cruel world. it truly is a hard knock life.”

hyejung takes a shaky breath in return as he begins crying, her eyes stinging themselves. how does she help comfort him if she has no idea how to do it? how could she even help something like this. she only speaks scooting a bit closer and rubbing his back, grasping onto him a little bit tighter. “it’s okay, say as little or as much as you want about it. no one is going to judge you here.” 

she wonders if she should ask him if he wants to talk about it. she knows it’s scary- talking about things like these. it only made them more real. but did he need it? hyejung doesn’t know what he needs- doesn’t know anything more than giving hugs and whispering words of encouragement. “are they…are they bad?” it’s a stupid question, and hyejung hates hearing it in her voice but if he needed that push she would at least try to help him.

         why was this still happening? why was he still like this? it’s been years since everything.. but he can still recalls things so specifically and he was still haunted by those memories. maybe he would be fine now if he still went to therapy years ago? but then again, the mental health care system seems to suck and bc entertainment basically stopped him from going because of how busy schedules were. truly, he just didn’t know. all he could admit was that he needs help.