#2nitez

     KYUNG FORCES HIMSELF TO look away, tearing eye contact from his friend at their request. “yes, there are alternate universes but they aren’t this amazing, magical place like you think they are,” he responds, sighing softly. “you’re asking me to take you to one? it’s too dangerous, i’m sorry.”

ANONYMOUS IMPRESSIONS

accepting! @2nitez​

♨︎  you seem really chill and I can’t wait to start writing with you!  ∞  I hope we write for a really long time! 

     HE HAD ALWAYS BEEN A professional at internalizing his emotions and releasing them in ways that almost never resulted in tears. edmund was strong willed and bright and it showed in how he’s never been seen by many of his friends having any form of a breakdown. he was always the one people were going to for help, for advice or just a shoulder to cry on. sure, he had his own issues but he never bothered anyone with them -- not even his roommates but the topic at hand had been weighing on his shoulders and crushing his chest with every breath for a while now. “why?” he asks, voice cracking lightly. tears haven’t fallen yet but they were threatening to, eyes glistening as they pool, ready to flow with any blink. “why do you two hate each other so much? do you have any idea how hard that makes things for me?” 

     THE QUESTION DIDN’T EVEN NEED to be asked as pilgu had no real intention of letting sinclair out of his arms any time soon. the past few days had been exhausting for the pair and they found themselves still curled up together on the couch long after the movie they were watching had ended. it was warm and nice having sinclair pressed against his chest, the fluffy blanket draped over the two of them. in response, pilgu simply tightens his grip on the other, arms hugging sinclair’s waist firmly. “we can fall asleep like this if you want,” he adds lightly. messy hair falls into his eyes as he offers a soft smile, soon his nose brushing up against the other’s neck as he made himself comfortable against his best friend. it almost felt natural to be laying with sinclair like this -- to use hushed and soft tones and just be soft, gentle with the other.  his eyes fall shut as his deep voice resonates in his chest, humming out a soft melody. 

     HE WAS FROZEN WHERE HE stood, feeling like he had been completely cornered and backed into a wall. his question rings through his mind a few times over before edmund’s own thoughts begin to buzz only causing more confusion. english, korean, and french zoomed through his head as he tried to find the best way to express himself, the best way to explain how he was feeling. blinking a few times, he ignores his jumbled mind and focuses on how helpless the other was looking. this was a mistake as edmund’s heart began to gain speed, echoing though his ears. “arrête de me regarder comme ça.” stop looking at me like that. he tears his eyes from his friend, trying to find something of interest in the room they were in. “i don’t, i know-- i can’t explain it! i-i don’t know how to put in in words!” he snaps lightly, bringing his hands up in a surrender as he shook his head a few times. what was he supposed to say? he was in love with him? he was in love with seungwoo? he was in love with both of them? it wasn’t that easy.

     YEOLSUNG FINALLY TORE HIS EYES away from the pair currently taking up space in the kitchen and making nothing but a huge mess. he sat on the balcony, curled up on the hanging chair, a soft blanket covering his lap. he loved having the other over more than he really realized and glancing back towards the pair he thought maybe it was a mistake to introduce wonmin to the other. his crush on wonmin was terribly strong and seeing his roommate give their friend so much attention sat wrong in the pit of yeolsung’s chest. was he jealous? absolutely. he couldn’t tell you who he was jealous of though and that’s what left him shaking his head. instead, he tries to ignore the pair laughing and instead focuses his eyes on all the lights from the other building’s around him as he popped a few blueberries into his mouth.

     WONMIN COULDN’T THANK YEOLSUNG ENOUGH for introducing him to the other. for the first time in seven years after his girlfriend’s passing he finally started to feel something for someone else. of course he wasn’t about to rush into anything but just having the other around along with the company of his best friend had wonmin feeling optimistic about the future. “i don’t normally bake, alright? i work with animals, i have no time to slave over an oven!” he exclaims with laughter bubbling from his lips. wonmin did his best trying to help the other but only ended up making a mess as he tried to stir a bowl of ingredients. “i was never good at cooking. i don’t even make most of my meals -- yeolsung does,” he adds with a bright smile.