#cceunwoo

solace: i’ll write my character comforting yours or vice versa.( au where kana has more knowledge about what is going on in jongin’s life than she does ic currently )

“please don’t let him die,” and she does not beg. in her seat across from eunwoo in the tiny diner they’ve met in, she is dignified. the tears on her cheeks are hot and wet, but she holds her head high, and she doesn’t look away for a moment. if eunwoo was not jongin’s card, she would destroy him; she reassures herself in the back of her mind so she does not lose her resolve, her dignity, or her strength. desperation and these aren’t mutually exclusive; desperation isn’t a word she associates with herself, and she can add that to the list of reasons why she shouldn’t bother with kim jongin anymore, if he makes her do this.

eunwoo’s eyebrows furrow. jongin could die. it’s a reality he knew of, maybe-- surely, but that didn’t quite settle in until now, and he frowns. suddenly it is a little harder for him to breathe too.

what he says is, “humans are confusing,” because he doesn’t know the words for a promise he wants to make, but can’t keep. something like i don’t want him to die either. he won’t die, will he? do you really think he’ll die? what can i do? nothing.

“of course we are,” kana snorts, still as prideful as ever through her tears. “you’re a card.” and she doesn’t sniffle, even though she can’t breathe through her nose. she rubs a hand along the side of her face like she’s itching it, but really just brushes away the tears.

eunwoo’s primary thought: how can so much hatred and so much love be in a single body?

he doesn’t understand her, especially. she is something different. he studies her face-- tries to understand. ultimately, she looks tired, underneath the bitterness, real or feigned, and the preemptive grief. his eyebrows furrow again, because there is so much love right below the surface, but then it disappears, like she is constantly fighting against it. it makes his head spin. no wonder she is so tired.

he purses his lips, suddenly at such a loss-- suddenly so useless.

“do you really think he’ll die?” he asks, voice small, because he can’t help himself.

the sadness that flickers in his eyes is so real that suddenly, kana feels guilt. for a moment, she believes him, and she regrets her cruelty, but it fades. in its wake, however, it leaves something different-- not more harshness, but a stark vulnerability.

“he can’t die,” she answers, even more quietly, like it’s a secret, because it is. her tears have since dried, but her hand still shakes as she curls her fingers around the handle of her coffee cup and gingerly lifts it to her lips.

“but he can. he can die, but i-- can’t live without him. so just-- please.”

suddenly, eunwoo understands, despite his confusion, and despite his-- jealousy? and he still may have a heart. it is dark and tattered, but capable of beating, and breaking the smallest bit. sympathy; maybe there is sympathy too, or empathy, if they dare.

he rises from their booth at the diner, leaving kana at the table alone to cover her eyes with her hands and rub the sadness out of her features. she doesn’t expect eunwoo to return. instead, she feels foolish, and wonders if she wasted time she could spend on something that may actually save her best friend.

but he does, and when he comes back, he slides a plate across the table with a single cupcake on it. eunwoo doesn’t know how to comfort people, really, but he tries. "cupcakes always make me feel better,” he explains, a bit stiffly. 

it takes kana a moment to wade through her confusion, and another still to decide she doesn’t care if he’s trying to poison her. she picks it up and takes a bite, only to watch eunwoo shove an entire matching cupcake into his mouth across the table. a smile ghosts over her lips, if only for a split second.

i love him too, eunwoo thinks-- wants to say, but also doesn’t. what kind of love is it?

Sleep — I’ll write a drabble of my character snuggling in bed with yours. 

“no, you are NOT sleeping with me.”

honestly? what was this? what part of eunwoo thought it’d be okay to just crawl in taehyung’s bed in attempt to sleep with him? what made him think it was okay to just crawl in his bed and bother ricky? literally- who told him it was okay? he should’ve never let eunwoo stay over after the movie. he should’ve just kicked him out.

“but why!!” eunwoo pouts at him. “i’ve told you before that i’ve slept on the couch the last time and it felt a little uncomfortable! i bet the bed would feel more comfy and it’d be more easier to sleep on!”

ricky wants to groan and kick his side. if it weren’t for the fact that he was practically half asleep, he would use all the energy in him left to drag eunwoo by the hand and throw him out of his apartment. “that is not my problem.”

“yes it is! pleaseee let me sleep with you?! i’m sure your bed is more comfortable than the couch. plus, i’ll fall asleep quickly so i don’t have to bother yo-”

ricky huffs. “if i say yes, will you shut the fuck up?”

he takes a minute before responding. “yes. yes i would.”

he groans before scooting over to the side so that eunwoo could lie down on one half of the bed while ricky slept on the other half. he turns his back away from the other in attempt to sleep without having to see him before he says something else.