nutbar.

“neither did i– it was a favor for a friend,” namil answered with a smile. “it was mostly jisung’s vision, but i had some creative liberties. and it was a great vision. i loved it immediately.”

“maybe you should look into doing it more-- for the right people and ideas,” she commented. “you seem happy. and proud of it. and i think you’d be able to get so much more ideas out for less risk and cost.” she laughed. “i can see how it’d be something you’d take to-- it has your fingerprints all over it.”

“I think Beom is braver than me, but… fair enough,” Yeong said, rubbing his neck with a sheepish smile. “You’re right, though. I should be fine, I’m not sure why I’m so worried about freezing. I haven’t before. Or… if I have, I’ve completely blocked it out.”

“why don’t you just dress me,” namil sighed with fake exasperation. “it would be easier if you went into the closet and picked out what you felt like was appropriate.”

“because you’re a grown man who should be able to dress himself,” she teased, kissing him on the cheek and putting her empty coffee cup in the sink. “let’s go. i’ll find something that matches.”

“you call them quirks, i call them the spice of life,” namil retorted, turning to go back into their room and to the closet. “neutral or dark? so no bright green bowling shirts?”

“do you have a brown bowling shirt? that would be appropriate,” she told him firmly. “what about a grey t-shirt and a blazer? that would look nice.”

“yeah, you’re right. they’d hate having to tell her they have a group now with eleven members,” beomsoo laughed softly in agreement, though he conveniently didn’t respond to his mom’s compliments. he shook his head, “supporting his hoarding just enables him, there’s been a unicycle leaning against the kitchen counter for the past like three months and every time we’re all home we all just walk around it like it’s not there.”

“well, you guys are so well matched. and you put up with each others quirks. nah, you celebrate each others quirks. i think people just see that and want someone like that for themselves.”

“everyone will find their person. they just need to not be worried about finding that person, and focus more on themselves,” miran insisted.

“what am i if not loud?” namil answered stubbornly. “fine. but i want to keep the pants. they’re stretchy. i like them.”

“a very creative and talented man who deserves to be given a chance despite his quirks,” miran answered. “the pants are fine if you pair them with something else. try a solid colored shirt. maybe in a neutral or darker tone.”

“yeah, you’re right,” beomsoo replied as she poked him, not wanting to think about how much harder it probably would’ve been for distich to not deal with the scandal if they had come back from him being fully kicked out. he laughed softly at her second comment, still feeling a slight sense of embarrassment for his mom collecting practically anything that had to do with his siblings, and now his, careers while he was already twenty-six. “that’s because you guys are hoarders,” he half-joked, “except dad holds onto actually weird things from shows either of you have done.”

“you guys seem really happy. like, k-industry couple goals,” seola said with a tiny smile, trying hard to repress the warm feelings in her chest. because she knew it was only a matter of time before she associated them with noah, and she was trying hard not to think about that. ever. 

“well... i don’t know if i’d call us goals. everyone’s goals for relationships are different, and i don’t know how people can decide that when they see so little of our lives. but we are very happy. he is my soulmate-- weird as all hell, but makes my life exciting.”

“he’s unique and quirky. it’s an asset. clearly to be successful in this industry, you have to have some aspect of weird to you– otherwise everything you’d put out would be boring as fuck.”

“you should tell him that-- he’d be pleased his genius is understood by someone that isn’t his wife,” miran laughed. “my life hasn’t been boring since i met him, though. and i wouldn’t have it any other way.”