She’s standing behind the counter whenthe doorbell rings and brings in a familiar face. Kim Jonghyun is a frequentvisitor to the flower shop she works at, if only because he is an obvious loverof plants and likes to stop by to admire the blossoming flowers and succulentplants that line the shelves in the display window.

What was once a woman slouchingagainst the counter was a bright-eyed, excited Hyejin waving frantically at theman. “Jjong!” She’s like a child seeing her elusive-but-favorite aunt who’sdeigned to make an appearance for the holidays. The truth is she’d already seenhim just last week. “Did you want to buy a bouquet of poinsettias before theyrun out? I’ll give you the employee discount.” Her face turns round from hercheek-pulling grin, but it loosens when she spots the package underneath hisarm.

The florist’s expression screams what is that? but she manages to keepsilent. She seems almost expectant when he approaches, but holds it in withpressed lips.

[ sms→ Memey Bro ]: bro holy shit i never thought about that

[ sms→ Memey Bro ]:  i wonder how much they cost

He steps off the plane with a smug, pleased look on his face.Sanghyuk has enough pride and dignity to not wear a brightly-colored Hawaiianshirt, but he is wearing a large pair of sunglasses when he turns to look athis companion. “Aren’t you glad we can escape winter hell—“ The young mangestures grandly to the first palm-tree filled window they see. “—instead offreezing to death in Seoul? Aah, I’m just so clever for stea—getting thesetickets. I really am.”

Sanghyuk is too preoccupied complimenting himself, so it takes afew more shoves from Jonghyun. “What is it?” He barks back in an undulating whinethat grates the ears. “Oh, Hakyeon-hyung?” He looks away innocently. “Thetickets were only good for two people, you know? And he’s probably busy doingwhatever…” He gestures vaguely with one hand, pauses, then starts gesturingagain. “Doing whatever nagging mom friends do. I’m sure he’s fine. We can justget him some macademia nuts or something. I’m sure he’ll like that.”

The fact that Hari was decorating the door of her and Seungyoun’s dorm wasn’t an invitation for people to mess with her, and ruin her concentration. Her concentration was a fragile matter, as was her patience with arts and crafts projects. She lacked the finer touches and tolerance for trial and error when it came to art but she always liked at least try. 

The ribbon she tried to put up, along with the garland, all fell to the ground. Gravity was no friend of hers when it unraveled the bow she worked hard to put together. It took her a minute to place the voice to a name, but when it finally clicked together she frowned. 

continued from here with @advxjjong

hakyeon fiddles with the waistband of his underwear. they are in fact mistletoe underwear, as hakyeon absolutely adores the holiday season, and he couldn’t resist giving himself a bit of self care and love with a nice pair of underwear. he couldn’t help but tell someone about it, gravitating towards one of his closer friends, but not too close. someone that doesn’t know him for the broken person he is. he needs someone a bit more lighthearted around at the moment.

so here he is, laying on his front on his bed, clad in only a t-shirt and his decorative underwear.

[sms→ hanseoul ]: i cant belib you dont remember ur daughter rosemary and u think i am drinking all i wanted to do what confess my sin for telling out daughter that santa isnt real and now she is sobbin and im sobbin and this is the thanks i get wow i cannt beleve what i am readhin right now i want a divorce

[✉→ Pretty Screamer~] Wow I... First things first

[✉→ Pretty Screamer~] No Jjong! We have to make this work! We can do this to our daughter Rosemary! She needs us to stay together! I know that we can make this work! She’ll understand, she’s got her father’s smarts! Secondly...

They’re drinking. They both seem to find a common medium in the bottom of a whisky bottle and he’s laughed about their names nearly ten times in one hour, but now they’re quiet, probably a little too drunk to articulate actual thoughts. The radio is drawling on in the background, one body strewn lazily over the couch and another sitting up against it from a comfortable spot on the floor. Jonghyun thinks that they’re never going to get up from this, they’ve settled down and now the liquor is going to turn into lead in their bodies until the morning comes. Hiccups start, a soft blip in the silence between them that eventually gets louder. He admittedly would rather pass out or be swallowed by a black hole than be subjected to this involuntary bodily function but it continues, seemingly in spite of him. It’s enough to make him laugh, the kind that is interrupted every few of seconds by some awkward, terrible squawk even when he covers his mouth with his hand in an attempt to muffle it. I really can’t stay

Their attention quickly zones in on the familiar melody, eye contact providing an agreement that doesn’t need to be vocalized. But baby it’s cold outsideI’ve got to go awayBut baby it’s cold outside They’re animated again, like someone suddenly breathed sobriety back into their lungs, all toothy smiles and warm cheeks. Vocals chords lackadaisically going back and forth in an exchange of soft, rhythmic words. Jonghyun was never the best singer, but he’s always enjoyed different genres of music, how sometimes songs could express the feelings he couldn’t and he tries his best not to butcher whatever moment their in, while still actively residing within it. What would have made him self conscious before is brushed aside, and it’s a bit like floating because he’s not even thinking about it, rather, enjoying it. Translating the present into a memory that he doubts will ever leave him even if it’s drenched in alcohol.

He blinks just a little- staring at the message before sighing to himself. He hasn’t really spoken to Jjong since things went down… Probably because of the whole… Coma thing. But this as the first thing he’s said in a while?

Well… It is Jjong.

 [✉→ Pretty Screamer~] Hyung... I’m going to be honest here. I don’t think we have a child.

 [✉→ Pretty Screamer~] If we do, how? Was I in a coma for that long? AND... Does she have my eyes?

[✉→ Pretty Screamer~]  Also don’t worry. Our daughter will probably be happier knowing that she gets presents from her fathers.