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[ incoming msg ] are you home [ outgoing msg ] yeah, what’s up? [ incoming msg ] i’m coming over

frankly, jinyoung is a little baffled by the text exchange. yun wouldn’t respond after that, no matter how many question marks jinyoung sent him. no elaboration, no insight. he’s not quite sure what to make of it, to be honest. should he be worried? he’s not going to kid himself into believing that he’s someone yun would go to in a crisis or anything, but maybe if all other options have already been exhausted. if this is a booty call text, it’s the weirdest and most cryptic shit jinyoung’s ever received. does no one send a simple, easy to understand ‘u up?’ anymore?

sooyoung’s at work, so at least he doesn’t have to worry about disturbing her with whatever yun is coming over for. still, jinyoung takes a quick inventory of the apartment. it’s not that bad, just a little sloppy with his dishes unwashed in the sink, laundry folded and not yet put away on the couch. he at least scoops the clothes up quickly, throwing them haphazardly into a hamper in his bedroom and shutting the door on that too. he can deal with it later if he needs to. it’s not like his room is especially tidy right now anyway.

he doesn’t have a ton of time to clean up, so that’s as good as it’s gonna get. if yun judges him for a messy apartment... well, fuck him. jinyoung really can’t bring himself to care. anyway, there’s already a chime from the door; his friend is here before jinyoung can even attempt to straighten up the place any better. he wasn’t exactly expecting any guests today.

UNDISCLOSED CAFE, SEOUL — [ MID SEPT. ‘22 ] Saem’s cover is blown in front of KANG YUN …

It’s important to Saem to keep his identity a secret when he spends his nights with men he’s met in various clubs. He doesn’t want any whisper of his vices getting back to his family. So, those he’s spent nights with largely only know Saem as ‘Han’. He’s content with keep a separation between business and pleasure, in fact, he often feels like he’s living a double life. By day, he’s Miley Cyrus, but by night he’s Hannah Montanna. 

Keeping certain parts of his life separate from the rest, however, has left Saem wondering where he ends and Han begins, sometimes. Somehow, they’ve become two different entities in his head—Saem, the hard-working, sensible, well-dressed and upstanding son of the respected Han family, and Han, the flirtatious, promiscuous man who drinks too much and can never see past the immediate pleasures he can get his hands on. Han indulges in the things best kept in the dark, while Saem’s vices are nothing more sinister than over-spending on skincare, clothes and good food. 

He should’ve known this day would come, though. Of course, inevitably, his cover would be blown with at least one of his hookup partners, however it just had to be one he’d broken his own rule for. His rule, of not to sleep with the same person twice, had of course been broken quite a few times, but he usually got himself back on track with avoiding them after a while. He didn’t want attachment, it would only complicate things and end in pain for both parties. However, sometimes, some men are just too enticing, and Saem has to go back for more. That’s how it’d been with Yun. He was so eye catching, and soft, and Saem hadn’t been able to say no when he’d bumped into him again, and again. 

spiderman pointing meme @beyun​  a boo bash starter

     considering that boo bash is taking place in hongdae and saea’s made arrangements to busk on two evenings for two hours each. at least there’s a reason for her to wear the costumes she had gotten, and hopefully she would have a chance to wear to wear the other one as well. yes, she had planned to wear three costumes like an insane person.

    who could blame her though? she loves halloween.

     she’s wandering around, wondering if she should try one of the halloween pastries from the shop in front of her when she realizes that the person standing closer to the shop’s display is someone that she knows. and knows well. considering that they chat about everything and anything—but only in the comfort of the convenience store near the dance studio that her busking team usually practiced at.

< w. @beyun >

at the sound of a door opening, stevie jolts up from his skateboard, a smile on his face as he looks over to the person leaving the café, but visibly deflates a bit when it’s not yun. he still keeps a friendly smile and a wave as they move past him, shuffling back and collapsing back on his board. stevie moves himself idly on his board, staring off across the street in thought before moving his attention to his phone while he waits.

he checks out his instagram timeline then moves to tiktok, staring mindlessly at a few surfing shorts when the door opens once more. he’s slower about it this time, lifting his head before making any movements to get up. at the familiar figure of yun, he is shooting himself up, reaching down to clumsily grab his skateboard before nearly skipping over to the other male. “yun!” he shouts out, a wide grin on his face.

JUNHO’S APARTMENT — { SOMETIME IN EARLY 2022 } Junho and KANG YUN discuss sexuality …

A year really isn’t a lot of time in the grand scheme of things. It’s not long enough to deeply learn a new skill, or learn all the material you need to know for most qualifications. A year isn’t long enough to grow your hair from above your ears, to your shoulders, or to learn a new language, and it certainly isn’t long enough to correct a whole eighteen years of repression, no matter how hard Junho tried. 

But, he is trying, and that’s what matters. 

Discussing things that, for so long, Junho has avoided both inwardly, and outwardly, is still somewhat difficult for him, despite him having accepted that he likes men over a year ago. But, somehow, over the past few months, he’d grown so close to Yun that now he sits beside him on his well-loved couch, head resting on his shoulder, telling him about his struggles with coming to terms with his sexuality. If someone had told him he’d be having this conversation with someone a year ago, he’d have laughed in their face. Accepting it silently to himself, and speaking it aloud to other people are entirely different challenges. 

—  ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥  a narrative revolving around intae and @beyun !

saturday nights were for partying - and so were sundays , mondays , tuesdays, and well . . . the entire week , when it came to intae. if he has to pick between getting to class on time and having a good time , the adrenaline-driven male will always chose the ladder. he finds comfort in chaos and unpredictability , a structureless bliss that his childhood was anything but. so , as he always does , intae’s taken the weekend to unleash , determined to dance and shout into the morning until the entirety of seoul - no, the world , knows his name.

usually he’d start the night off solo , and end up with a new fling on his arm by the time he was heading home - but today was different. yun’s with him , and to his surprise , having someone with him to get things started had proved to be even more fun. intae’s known him since high school , and while he hadn’t expected them to reconnect through drinks and club hopping , he’s glad they did. recently, he’d been the first number intae texted when he was in the mood to let loose , as intae had become what yun’s self-proclaimed “ nightlife tour guide ”. in true intae fashion , he’d vowed to show yun the best clubs and lounges seoul had to offer , his way of enticing the other deeper into his lifestyle of questionable decisions and spontaneity. 

adjusting the grip on her umbrella, yuji lets out a relieved sigh, scanning the sky thoughtfully. "ah, it's lightening up." the random summer shower hadn't lasted long; yuji's just one of the unlucky 60% that got caught in the brief shower. if she were inside right now, she'd be in much better spirits with the weather, glued to the window. but with the the heat, the humidity feels even worse, her skin feeling tacky and sticky. she's ready to finally be at home, cuddled up in her bunk in the air conditioning, letting the rain lull her into a fitless sleep.

it's not too long of a walk back to the hostel, the sights familia. there's the convenience store on the corner, the street vendor a block away, the cute little cafe down the road. ducking her gaze to the ground, then back up, she lets out a soft hum, reaching up to adjust the headphone in her ear. yuji sticks her hand into her jacket pocket, tugging out her phone to check her notifications. she's swiped away a couple of them before she directs her attention up in front of her again. her gait slows, eyebrows furrowing at the sight of a man crouching down under the alcove corner of a building. lifting a hand to tug the headphone out of her ear, she curiously peers around the man as she gets close enough.

"excuse me," yuji calls out carefully. "are you alrig-- oh!"