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is it a good idea? no. is it a fun idea? also debatable. but jonghyuk has suddenly decided that he’s ready to face the one thing in his life that seemingly was the downfall of everything good: skateboarding. he buys two online, because obviously he needs someone else to do this with him. otherwise he’ll be the only one to blame when something inevitably goes wrong. he recruits juno, who seems all too eager to go on this nearly spiritual journey with him. 

they’re walking up to the park, which is surprisingly empty for a friday afternoon. jonghyuk moves his skateboard to the other arm, stopping at the outside basketball court which is really the only open space you can use a skateboard on. “so my experience on a skateboard is, um,” he hesitates for a moment to think of the right word, “interesting?” he says, unsure of how else he should phrase it. “but who knows, maybe falling down a long staircase with a skateboard and injuring yourself severely is just the sacrifice you have to make in order to do cool skateboard tricks.” 

Nico had learned early on in his freshman year that when someone is as easily overwhelmed as he is by larger crowds and louder beats, the least cluttered spot along the wall, with a phone to pass the time when no one else was readily available, was the best place to be. It was a way of being where he wanted without having to put himself out more than he was ready to. 

But that's not to say that Nico doesn't enjoy the company of others; and finds it preferable to be chatting away to someone without a care in the world than quietly being left to his own devices. And he'd made a promise to himself over the summer -- put yourself out there more -- which he'd kept pushing himself to act on. Even though it was only the first day back and resolutions like that are generally broken sooner rather than later, between the barbecue and now, he's pretty sure that's been more successful than he'd expected it to be.

Even with the foxes -- who last year he'd pointedly tried to avoid becoming friends with. Too cautious of getting too close to people who play something so undeniably dangerous. He could tell you most of their names easily after watching so many of their games, but anything more than that for most of them was a stretch. And if not for the fact that they were here, stood side-by-side at a fox and vixen only party, he probably wouldn't have even clocked that Grayson was a fox. Not that he expected any of them to know who he was, either.

"Party not your style?" He asks between sipping at his water and slipping his phone back into his pocket. “Not that I can talk, since I’m kinda doing no better.”

Qualquer pessoa estaria se sentindo ao menos um pouco mal. Uma festa daquele tamanho com mais da metade das pessoas aparecendo por sua causa e o modelo deixou o lugar antes mesmo de ter cumprimentado todos os presentes. Uma garrafa de champanhe debaixo do braço e o corpo relaxado contra o banco de couro do Uber e toda sua atenção estava displicentemente voltada às mensagens trocadas com a melhor amiga. 

O termo parecia antigo se o Bonnet avaliasse o quanto a relação dos dois havia mudado dos tempos em que eram colegas de trabalho até os dias de hoje, mas também era o termo ideal - Bloom nunca deixou de ser sua melhor amiga. Alguém que ele procurava em momentos bons, em momentos ruins e nos raros momentos tristes. Ela era a única a conhecer todos os seus lados, todos os seus segredos. Independente do que fossem agora, com tanta intimidade adicionada à dinâmica deles, a morena sempre seria sua melhor amiga.

Aliás, era por esse motivo que o sorriso lascivo se tornava terno uma vez ou outra enquanto lia as mensagens que recebia de volta da Ostermann. Podia estar impossivelmente envolvido nela, mas eles acabavam esbarrando em palavras carinhosas demais e promessas que iam muito além de uma noite. Era ai que a amizade interferia em toda a atração, em todo o desejo. Talvez intensificasse todo o emaranhado de sentimentos, talvez o organizasse. Nicaise não era de analisar demais o que quer que sentisse.

Em poucos minutos, ele deixava o celular no bolso da calça florida, tão estampada quanto o restante do terno que usava, as flores em um rosa esmaecido cobrindo quase completamente o fundo preto. A camisa por dentro, negra também, estava quase completamente aberta e combinava com os sapatos de vernis negro. Ele tinha de representar as marcas que tanto lhe contratavam e estar sempre bem vestido deixou de ser algo feito por opção há alguns anos.

O corpo recostou no batente da porta daquele apartamento já conhecido, isso depois de deixar o porteiro anunciar sua presença e pegar o elevador em direção ao andar conhecido. A campainha foi tocada uma vez, mas nada impediu que o francês começasse a murmurar uma das músicas mais melancólicas da vocalista, esperando que a própria voz a alcançasse antes mesmo dela lhe atender.

Sometimes he couldn’t help but think Russia had its charms. Walking through a rich deciduous forest with a lovely green canopy shading his head and an assortment of trees (of which he recognized mostly spruce and pine) flanking his left and right- it was kind of beautiful. Peaceful, if it wasn’t for the fact that he was armed to the teeth, ears peeled for the sudden sound of gunfire that could signal the end his life, he could almost imagine himself taking a walk somewhere nice back home. He had heard these woods were part of some nature preserve, and he supposed that made sense. They walked alongside what looked like a long overgrown hiking trail. He took a deep breath in to gather all those lovely earthy smells into his nose. Unlike some of the other places they roamed, this one hadn’t been tainted by the smell of rot and blood. Plus, any bodies lying forever beneath these trees were likely because of him. The dense tree line was hell to navigate. Even he knew how easy it was to suddenly look up and realize he was lost in the middle of all the green; but the trees also made an excellent tapestry for an experienced sniper to weave himself into. A prime hunting ground. That's why when scavs and PMCs made the mistake of wandering into the woods the usual peaceful forest sounds were punctuated by a sudden bang! and then the resounding echo. Just one bang of course. He knew what he was doing. And then maybe the additional sound of the bullet blowing through the meat and bone of someone’s head. Kind of a gross crack and squish. Right now though the trees were quiet. The creaks of his gear fell louder than his footsteps. He loved that. A sniffle and then a cough sounded off to his right. “Shut up, Pipe.” He said without turning to look at his traveling companion. There was a lace of irritation both faux and real in his voice. “I’m trying to enjoy nature.”

despite being in soccer for most of his life, which definitely required quite a bit of hand-eye coordination, jonghyuk still found himself to be quite the klutz. most of the time it’s for stupid things -- like balancing on a stool that is very clearly not sturdy enough to hold a 6ft man -- but sometimes he just manages to trip over his feet just as easily.

he isn’t really paying attention as he walks down the sidewalk, too focused on scrolling through social media on his phone. unfortunately, he barrels right into a smaller woman. in any other scenario, jonghyuk’s large frame should have easily toppled this poor woman over. but somehow while trying to avoid that fate, he twists his body to quickly move out of the way, subsequently tripping and landing face-first into the concrete. he lays there for a moment, stunned, but luckily mostly unscathed thanks to the fact that his hands came out to catch him.

sleep hasn’t come easy for jonghyuk the past few weeks, for reasons he’s not really sure of, and when he can’t sleep he has a tendency to wander the town when given the opportunity.

it’s much too early in the morning for anyone to be awake, which jonghyuk takes as the perfect opportunity to go to the convenience store to grab some food. while he did enjoy cooking, he was much too tired to bother with it this morning, instead craving something he could easily heat in a microwave. he makes the trek to the store, enjoying watching the sun rise on his way there. the store comes into view and the tall man happily walks up to it, walking by someone sitting on the sidewalk.

jonghyuk pauses as he passes the stranger, brain registering the ginger hair and he turns around, looking down at juno. he smirks, walking up to his friend to make a smart remark. apparently it works a little too well, and jonghyuk’s eyes widen as his friends chokes on the noodle. he breathes a sigh of relief when he’s able to speak again. he laughs, rolling his eyes, “i’m the one madly in love? you’re the one that nearly died because of something i said.” he smirks, but there’s nothing but friendly adoration in his gaze.