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JAMES

he lasts exactly twenty minutes before wandering into the living room like nothing happened. “so…” he says, dropping onto the couch. “this silent treatment thing is kinda boring.” you don’t even look up from your phone. “right. tough crowd.” he lets out a quiet laugh before nudging your foot with his. “you know i was being an idiot, right?”

you finally glance at him, and he points at you. “there it is. eye contact. progress.” he smiles but it softens almost immediately. “seriously, though… i didn’t mean half the stuff i said. i was annoyed, and you just happened to be standing there.” he winces. “that sounded worse out loud.”

you can’t help but laugh, and he grins like he’s just won something. “there you go.” he slips his hand into yours, giving it a quick squeeze. “let’s not do that again, hm? i like you way more when you’re making fun of me than ignoring me.”

JUHOON

he knocks softly on your bedroom door, even though he knows it’s unlocked. “can i come in?” he asks. when you don’t tell him no, he steps inside and sits on the floor beside your bed instead of next to you. “i don’t really like ending the day like that,” he says quietly. “it feels… weird.”

he looks down at his hands for a moment before smiling to himself. “i knew we were both frustrated. i’m not saying it was all my fault.” he glances up at you. “but i still wish i’d handled it better.” after a beat, he asks, “are we okay?”

you reach over and slightly bump his shoulder with yours. he smiles instantly, the kind that reaches his eyes. “okay,” he murmurs, “i was starting to miss you already.”

SEONGHYEON

he’s standing in the hallway when you come out, like he’s been trying to decide whether to knock or just wait it out. “hey,” he says, quieter than earlier. no attitude this time, just a bit tired. he shifts his weight from one foot to the other. “can we not leave it like that?”

you don’t respond right away, and he nods like he’s expected it. “yeah, okay. fair.” he runs a hand through his hair, exhaling. “i shouldn’t have said it like that. i was bothered, and i made it bigger than it needed to be.”

there’s a pause where neither of you move much. he looks at you properly then, not challenging, but steady. “i’m not trying to keep this going,” he says. “i just don’t want it weird between us.” another beat. “i’m sorry. we’re good right?”

KEONHO

he doesn’t really settle after the argument. you can hear him moving around the apartment like he’s trying to look normal and failing at it. when he finally does come into the room, he doesn’t try to pretend he’s fine. “i don’t like this.” he says, like he’s been holding it in for a while. to be frank, he has.

he sits down near you, not quiet close enough at first, then he slowly shifts until he is. his hands clasped together loosely, fidgeting. “i keep thinking about what i said,” he admits. “it wasn’t fair. i just got overwhelmed, and i took it out on you.” he looks down, then back up. “i’m sorry. really.”

there’s a quiet stretch where he doesn’t rush you to respond. when you finally move closer, his shoulders drop like he’s been holding his breath. “okay.” he says softly, almost relieved. “i just — i really don’t want us to feel far away from each other.”

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JAMES

he lasts exactly twenty minutes before wandering into the living room like nothing happened. “so…” he says, dropping onto the couch. “this silent treatment thing is kinda boring.” you don’t even look up from your phone. “right. tough crowd.” he lets out a quiet laugh before nudging your foot with his. “you know i was being an idiot, right?”

you finally glance at him, and he points at you. “there it is. eye contact. progress.” he smiles but it softens almost immediately. “seriously, though… i didn’t mean half the stuff i said. i was annoyed, and you just happened to be standing there.” he winces. “that sounded worse out loud.”

you can’t help but laugh, and he grins like he’s just won something. “there you go.” he slips his hand into yours, giving it a quick squeeze. “let’s not do that again, hm? i like you way more when you’re making fun of me than ignoring me.”

JUHOON

he knocks softly on your bedroom door, even though he knows it’s unlocked. “can i come in?” he asks. when you don’t tell him no, he steps inside and sits on the floor beside your bed instead of next to you. “i don’t really like ending the day like that,” he says quietly. “it feels… weird.”

he looks down at his hands for a moment before smiling to himself. “i knew we were both frustrated. i’m not saying it was all my fault.” he glances up at you. “but i still wish i’d handled it better.” after a beat, he asks, “are we okay?”

you reach over and slightly bump his shoulder with yours. he smiles instantly, the kind that reaches his eyes. “okay,” he murmurs, “i was starting to miss you already.”

SEONGHYEON

he’s standing in the hallway when you come out, like he’s been trying to decide whether to knock or just wait it out. “hey,” he says, quieter than earlier. no attitude this time, just a bit tired. he shifts his weight from one foot to the other. “can we not leave it like that?”

you don’t respond right away, and he nods like he’s expected it. “yeah, okay. fair.” he runs a hand through his hair, exhaling. “i shouldn’t have said it like that. i was bothered, and i made it bigger than it needed to be.”

there’s a pause where neither of you move much. he looks at you properly then, not challenging, but steady. “i’m not trying to keep this going,” he says. “i just don’t want it weird between us.” another beat. “i’m sorry. we’re good right?”

KEONHO

he doesn’t really settle after the argument. you can hear him moving around the apartment like he’s trying to look normal and failing at it. when he finally does come into the room, he doesn’t try to pretend he’s fine. “i don’t like this.” he says, like he’s been holding it in for a while. to be frank, he has.

he sits down near you, not quiet close enough at first, then he slowly shifts until he is. his hands clasped together loosely, fidgeting. “i keep thinking about what i said,” he admits. “it wasn’t fair. i just got overwhelmed, and i took it out on you.” he looks down, then back up. “i’m sorry. really.”

there’s a quiet stretch where he doesn’t rush you to respond. when you finally move closer, his shoulders drop like he’s been holding his breath. “okay.” he says softly, almost relieved. “i just — i really don’t want us to feel far away from each other.”

pensieri haven’t written something like this so ntm on me …. this is just a filler post since i have a keonho smau coming up ! pls like and reblog ( ˊ ᗜ ˋ )

JAMES

he lasts exactly twenty minutes before wandering into the living room like nothing happened. “so…” he says, dropping onto the couch. “this silent treatment thing is kinda boring.” you don’t even look up from your phone. “right. tough crowd.” he lets out a quiet laugh before nudging your foot with his. “you know i was being an idiot, right?”

you finally glance at him, and he points at you. “there it is. eye contact. progress.” he smiles but it softens almost immediately. “seriously, though… i didn’t mean half the stuff i said. i was annoyed, and you just happened to be standing there.” he winces. “that sounded worse out loud.”

you can’t help but laugh, and he grins like he’s just won something. “there you go.” he slips his hand into yours, giving it a quick squeeze. “let’s not do that again, hm? i like you way more when you’re making fun of me that ignoring me.”

JUHOON

he knocks softly on your bedroom door, even though he knows it’s unlocked. “can i come in?” he asks. when you don’t tell him no, he steps inside and sits on the floor beside your bed instead of next to you. “i don’t really like ending the day like that,” he says quietly. “it feels… weird.”

he looks down at his hands for a moment before smiling to himself. “i knew we were both frustrated. i’m not saying it was all my fault.” he glances up at you. “but i still wish i’d handled it better.” after a beat, he asks, “are we okay?”

you reach over and slightly bump his shoulder with yours. he smiles instantly, the kind that reaches his eyes. “okay,” he murmurs, “i was starting to miss you already.”

SEONGHYEON

he’s standing in the hallway when you come out, like he’s been trying to decide whether to knock or just wait it out. “hey,” he says, quieter than earlier. no attitude this time, just a bit tired. he shifts his weight from one foot to the other. “can we not leave it like that?”

you don’t respond right away, and he nods like he’s expected it. “yeah, okay. fair.” he runs a hand through his hair, exhaling. “i shouldn’t have said it like that. i was bothered, and i made it bigger than it needed to be.”

there’s a pause where neither of you move much. he looks at you properly then, not challenging, but steady. “i’m not trying to keep this going,” he says. “i just don’t want it weird between us.” another beat. “i’m sorry. we’re good right?”

KEONHO

he doesn’t really settle after the argument. you can hear him moving around the apartment like he’s trying to look normal and failing at it. when he finally does come into the room, he doesn’t try to pretend he’s fine. “i don’t like this.” he says, like he’s been holding it in for a while. to be frank, he has.

he sits down near you, not quiet close enough at first, then he slowly shifts until he is. his hands clasped together loosely, fidgeting. “i keep thinking about what i said,” he admits. “it wasn’t fair. i just got overwhelmed, and i took it out on you.” he looks down, then back up. “i’m sorry. really.”

there’s a quiet stretch where he doesn’t rush you to respond. when you finally move closer, his shoulders drop like he’s been holding his breath. “okay.” he says softly, almost relieved. “i just — i really don’t want us to feel far away from each other.”

pensieri haven’t written something like this so ntm on me …. this is just a filler post since i have a keonho smau coming up ! pls like and reblog ( ˊ ᗜ ˋ )

JAMES

he lasts exactly twenty minutes before wandering into the living room like nothing happened. “so…” he says, dropping onto the couch. “this silent treatment thing is kinda boring.” you don’t even look up from your phone. “right. tough crowd.” he lets out a quiet laugh before nudging your foot with his. “you know i was being an idiot, right?”

you finally glance at him, and he points at you. “there it is. eye contact. progress.” he smiles but it softens almost immediately. “seriously, though… i didn’t mean half the stuff i said. i was annoyed, and you just happened to be standing there.” he winces. “that sounded worse out loud.”

you can’t help but laugh, and he grins like he’s just won something. “there you go.” he slips his hand into yours, giving it a quick squeeze. “let’s not do that again, hm? i like you way more when you’re making fun of me that ignoring me.”

JUHOON

he knocks softly on your bedroom door, even though he knows it’s unlocked. “can i come in?” he asks. when you don’t tell him no, he steps inside and sits on the floor beside your bed instead of next to you. “i don’t really like ending the day like that,” he says quietly. “it feels… weird.”

he looks down at his hands for a moment before smiling to himself. “i knew we were both frustrated. i’m not saying it was all my fault.” he glances up at you. “but i still wish i’d handled it better.” after a beat, he asks, “are we okay?”

you reach over and slightly bump his shoulder with yours. he smiles instantly, the kind that reaches his eyes. “okay,” he murmurs, “i was starting to miss you already.”

SEONGHYEON

he’s standing in the hallway when you come out, like he’s been trying to decide whether to knock or just wait it out. “hey,” he says, quieter than earlier. no attitude this time, just a bit tired. he shifts his weight from one foot to the other. “can we not leave it like that?”

you don’t respond right away, and he nods like he’s expected it. “yeah, okay. fair.” he runs a hand through his hair, exhaling. “i shouldn’t have said it like that. i was bothered, and i made it bigger than it needed to be.”

there’s a pause where neither of you move much. he looks at you properly then, not challenging, but steady. “i’m not trying to keep this going,” he says. “i just don’t want it weird between us.” another beat. “i’m sorry. we’re good right?”

KEONHO

he doesn’t really settle after the argument. you can hear him moving around the apartment like he’s trying to look normal and failing at it. when he finally does come into the room, he doesn’t try to pretend he’s fine. “i don’t like this.” he says, like he’s been holding it in for a while. to be frank, he has.

he sits down near you, not quiet close enough at first, then he slowly shifts until he is. his hands clasped together loosely, fidgeting. “i keep thinking about what i said,” he admits. “it wasn’t fair. i just got overwhelmed, and i took it out on you.” he looks down, then back up. “i’m sorry. really.”

there’s a quiet stretch where he doesn’t rush you to respond. when you finally move closer, his shoulders drop like he’s been holding his breath. “okay.” he says softly, almost relieved. “i just — i really don’t want us to feel far away from each other.”

pensieri haven’t written something like this so ntm on me …. this is just a filler post since i have a keonho smau coming up ! pls like and reblog ( ˊ ᗜ ˋ )