breathe ,

                      ❛   i have you know that groot is my   favorite   guardian of the galaxy and i actually approve of that name . ❜ eyes of brown gaze up to the voice she had   L I T T L E   recollection of . she might had seen him around a few times but with the memory she carried around , the witch wasn’t sure where , his name was on the tip of her tongue . dae wasn’t it ? ,  ianthina can’t fully recall  but he was a familiarish face . yes,  a face from a  music shop she wonders into from time to time  .  arms crossed over the woman’s chest   ━━    sizing   up the male .  the struggle at hand was long   forgotten    now , leaving her mind as she tilts her head to the side .  all ianthina had now was amusement towards how she was approached .    ❛ would you stop taking jabs on my height and help me out .  i can’t reach the jar up there and i need help , please ?  ❜

               “ and i’ll have YOU know that you're not that easy to make fun of, so give me some of the satisfaction of a reaction or something — at least. ” the simple hi’s and hello’s were incredibly boring for daehwan, he found nothing more satisfying than to treat someone with friendliness —— which would also often come off as snark and sarcasm. he’s met ianththina only in a small encounter, but seen her quite a few times in passing.especially considering his few and far-fetched trips to Minuit, where his skeptic curiosity began to boil. he'd been visiting to make sure she remembers his face, maybe not now — but as some point she's going to be annoyed by how often she sees him. call it CURIOSITY, he's defining this as a kind of — skeptic superstition.daehwan presented a snarky grin as he reached up and grabbed a small jar from the top shelf. he decided that it would be best to change the subject to his actual curiosities that prompted him to walk into the shop more than once. " how many customers do you even get in a week? "

 「  tsuzuki ryou !!  」

Daehwan couldn’t really say much to that. The bottles were concealed in his backpack, wrapped in clothing and stuffed with cotton to hush their rattles. He protectively held tight onto the strap, trying to seem nonchalant.

He shrugged but was unable to speak. His mouth hung open for a few moments, though he struggled to put his thoughts into words. Daehwan had no choice but to silently remove his shoes and look at Ryou without much explanation to give. He yawned, somehow purposefully, and set his backpack down (with a silent prayer that the other wouldn’t get incredibly curious) before heading to the plate covered with plastic wrap.

“ I got a call from a friend and he needed some help with something. ” All of this is true. Stay vague, Daehwan. Grab a fork and sit down, this is routine. “ It’s been a crazy day, I’ll explain it later when I’m not living on a singular REM cycle. ”

He took the plastic wrap off of the cold pasta and took a seat next to the other, sighing tiredly. He was nervous, of all people — he didn’t want Ryou to be the one to catch him in the act of transporting his pills from his provider to his apartment. He’d been staying at Ryou’s apartment out of — well, the hospitality of a friend. A friend he couldn’t lose, a relationship he couldn’t taint.

Daehwan looked over to the other without expression after taking his first bite, “ I hate how you make everything taste good. ” He tried to use humor as another layer, hoping that Ryou would assume he was using it to cover how tired he was.

Not how nervous he was.

“i think that’s mine.”

haru had been in a slight rush to her shop when she realized her favorite trinket went missing. small hands reached down to pat her pockets, her stomach dropping once the familiar CLINK of beads and jades didn’t sound.

she retraced her steps as far as she could with her head down to scan each nook and cranny of incheon’s busiest streets. with intermittent mutters of ‘excuse me’ and 'sorry’, her attention was redirected from the sidewalk to a man holding the item she was looking for. haru reached up to poke his shoulder before laying out her palm.

“are you okay?” she finally asked, failing spectacularly to hide the giggles that were spilling from the seam of her lips.

at the grace of a small poke, daehwan turned to an outstretched hand and a trail of snickers. 

his shoulder was dependant on a brick wall while in one hand, he held the small animal and in the other, he held his foot. his eyes went back and forth from the small tiger to his foot, it was honestly the worst day to wear thin-soled shoes. 

upon placing the small trinket in her hand, he snorted.

“ are people typically okay after stepping on a lego? ” he continued to mess with his slip-on shoe (which was quite a long way down) as he spoke to this peculiar stranger. “ you like leaving them around for fun or are do those little things actually have a purpose? ”

reiterating that : i will be very slow due to studying abroad in costa rica, i’m in the mountains and the cold front brought really bad weather so low connection! 

also changed faceclaim to byeon woo seok, one of my original fc’s honestly but yes so daehwan is now a diff face. coo coo. thanks for being patient fam! will do replies when i can

dae wanted to ram his head into a wall.

for one, he was exhausted. secondly, he was not doing this fucking stats homework. and thirdly, he wanted to leave. this was the fourth cafe that he’s been in this entire week, so much for productivity.

he leaned his head back and stared at his, now cold, coffee.

the entire situation forced him to let out a long groan and he glared at the woman in front of him. kang yeonha, she never told him her age but demanded that he calls her noona. she said she wanted to read and have her time to relax, as though that’d be motivation for daehwan to do his shit. 

“ so, ” he furrowed his brows before leaning forward on his elbows. “ what do you even do? like, occupation-wise? ” 

one thing about yeonha was that he knew nothing about her. she was the woman with dark lipstick and a weird ass aura and some fancy ass clothes. and besides, he was the one that always stuck to her. he spoke to her the first time (and got some weird response) and he also sat down in front of her in this cafe, without invitation. this is about the second time they’ve met now and while he typically remained silent (because he was amazed she didn’t just get up and leave), he seemed to be extremely curious today.

he wanted to know more about her, someone so poised in her way of life. she seemed cold and full of secrets, maybe a dark past or a longing future.

she pushed him away last time, and had been ignoring him the entire time that they’ve been here. so he got personal, and he wanted a reaction from her.

                                                   go ahead, bite me.

「 KEATON | ASK PROMPT。」

" how the fuck can i look at you? ”

he knows keaton, the guy wasn’t much different from himself — at least on the very surface. they’ve done some gigs at similar places while working minimum wage jobs, crossing paths, vaguely hanging over beers and grilled meat with their respective bands afterwards. but the last encounter they had was not exactly the most respectable one.

and it was all daehwan’s fault. nothing new there.

daehwan was often a quiet person, the one minding his own business while barely giving a shit about anyone else’s. for now, his face was in his hands and his eyes were focused on his coffee. the cafe was hardly busy, which made this slightly harder.

“ you literally saw me the whole night. the whole making out with my ex, then cussing her out or saying — whatever fucking shit i said, and then puking on her. ” only now, he looked at keaton with a sarcastic smile. “ i don’t know how you even got me out of my apartment, i literally wanted to die in a hole. ”

the smile immediately disappeared and he went back to hiding his face in his hands, letting out a small (embarrassed) groan.

“ wish i was dead, bro. nice and dead, out cold. ”

「 JINNIE | HURT MEME : ACCEPTING。」

" yeah, no fuckin’ kidding. ”

daehwan let out a. slight groan. he felt like the back of his head got rammed in with a sledgehammer. he remembered being in the club and having a bit to drink, not enough to completely forget that he got in a fight with someone over something. he was pretty sure that his friend had something to do with provoking it, and he barely recognized the girl in front of him sat over him.

over him?

daehwan looked around. he laid on a couch in a room full of scents that he couldn’t quite recognize. he looked at her again while holding his head in pain.

“ what the hell happened? ”

" c'mooooon, hyung. ”

daehwan only visited ji wook on occassion, considering he wasn’t one to eat his meals out very often. he also didn’t feel like he deserved good food, like — the kind of food where love is an ingredient. 

they didn’t know much about each other besides their age gap. and quite honestly, they liked it that way. it wasn’t so much a mystery as it was an escape for them. sometimes it’s nice to talk to a stranger, and once you find a stranger that you’re familiar with you’ve got yourself a good conversation partner.

“ teach me a few tricks, maybe flipping pancakes in air or chopping veggies real fast. something, you know? i’m young and i’m on the market, i gotta showcase something to show off. ” 

daehwan grinned as he spoke. he turned into a chatterbox full of jokes when it came to ji wook hyung, he was like the older sibling he’d always asked for. “ you know i’m only good at cooking the simple shit. you should teach me how to make cordon bleu or parfeit or something fancy or sexy. i got arm veins i wanna show off !! ”

" god. ”

he said this out of pure disgust. the bass case hung from his shoulders, pulling back on him as he looked up to white concrete and perfectly polished blue glass. college, the one thing he told himself that he’d stay away from. 

he joined the band knowing he might get "invited” to a college (despite actually signing up and auditioning to perform here), a place where education was going to get everyone everywhere while putting nobody nowhere. the rest of his bandmates were just like daehwan, anti-college and pro-minimum wage jobs. 

this meant, they didn’t know where the fuck they were supposed to go.

while the rest of the band remained in the car, daehwan lost at rock, paper, scissors (per usual) and had to find the auditorium. the map was outdated and he didn’t have access to the school wifi, so he figured he’d ask. he looked over to a group of people, all of them wearing coordinated outfits, mainly streetwear fashion. so he thought, maybe they’re performing too? 

they seemed like a dance crew considering some of them were lightly going through their routines with earbuds in. the closest person to him was a girl with long hair, daehwan tapped her on the shoulder and smiled slightly.

“ hey, uh — sorry but, d’you know where the auditorium is? i’m completely lost and gotta be there by call time. ”

「 ISEUL | HURT MEME : ACCEPTING。」

granted, they weren’t in the best situation to be having a lighthearted conversation.

so, how did they end up on a rooftop?

daehwan had been staring at the sky since the sun had been setting, his elbows leaning on the concrete border, cold wind scratching his cheeks as he ignored all of his duties for the day. responsibilities took him too far out of his own skin, he didn’t quite feel himself.

so obviously, he headed to the roof of his university. other people go here for other reasons like dates, or clarity and soul seeking. he’s known iseul only for a few weeks now. he became a familiar face, a familiar type. this guy felt familiar, at least — in a strange way. yet another human goes to remind daehwan of what he wanted to forget.

“ likewise, pal. ”

he emphasized a tone of slight hostility, not really taking this conversation as seriously as he should.

“ but when i asked you what your thoughts were, i meant about things in general. ” daehwan turned his head to face iseul, raising a brow and shrugging slightly — his expression nothing short of bored. “ i meant your thoughts about all that. ” 

he nodded towards the horizon, the stars hiding behind the smog, and the city seducing anyone who sees it’s twinkling lights. the thousands upon hundreds of people that live different lives just as complicated as their own.

mun will be very slow due to studying abroad in costa rica, specifically in the mountainous western side of it SO basically i’ll be in humid paradise but there’ll be shotty internet. 

the station smelled like, okay - nevermind. daehwan turned his head and saw a slew of people with earbuds and phones to keep them out of an anxious situation. it wasn’t pathetic, it wasn’t pitiful, it was just how it worked now. he was the only one without his headphones in, aside from this other girl. the one directly next to him, quite conveniently.

the trains pushed along and the daily routine was the same every single day. but he never really felt like he was getting noticed like how he noticed other people, which was fine. granted, it wasn’t exactly enlightening. he took this path every day, and he never noticed the girl beside him.

as they got on the train he saw an open seat, but waved a hand for the girl to take as he grabbed hold of a pole. “ it’s all yours. ”