#ccjulian

Love — I’ll write a drabble of my character admitting they love yours.

“i love you.” she whispers, voice wavering, words dropping one by one, floating feather light into the space between them, squeezing in between the cracks of limbs and chests, breathing in, breathing out. her fingers trace the outline of his jaw up to the bottom of his lip like she was a blind man, like she couldn’t see the irises of his eyes or the curve of his nose.

Game: I’ll write our characters playing a game. 

finally! an interesting activity that could get ricky out of the house without a grumpy mood! well, at least that was how julian described it. he wasn’t sure how julian knew ricky liked pokemon (who knows? maybe he didn’t), but the offer to go pokemon hunting was intriguing to the boy and he couldn’t help but accept to see what he meant. it was an app that he’s heard from lots of people in his mother’s restaurant. but he didn’t expect it to look so fun.

“i usually see a lot of them at parks,” julian explains to the other while they through the closest park near them. “but it’s really cool! i have friends who have rare pokemon. i have some too, but i mean most of them are pidgeys and rattatas. they’re like.. everywhere. it’s annoying.”

ricky nods his head to show that he understood what he was coming from. “i see,” he answers. “so… how do you exactly tell which one is ra-”

“OOH!” julian shouts excitedly before tapping on his phone. “I FOUND A PIKACHU! I FOUND A PIKACHU!!” he looks at the other with a smile. “do you want to catch it?”

ricky blinks as he takes the phone from him. “uhh… sure…” he replies, looking at the phone to see a pkachu standing above a boulder. “whoa! HOLY SHIT! that is a pikachu!!”

“hell yeah it is!” the other beams. “OH! i think i forgot to tell you but uh.. the way you catch the pokemon is by throwing it!”

“gotcha. throwing it,” he nods his head before he throws the phone at the boulder in front of him in attempt to catch the pokemon, hearing the sound of the glass screen breaking before it falls of the boulder and fell on its back on the ground. he doesn’t look at the other. he already knew that there’s a shocked facial expression on his face.

“i… you.. you broke my phone.”

“....in my defense, you said throw it.”

“i meant the pokeballs at the bottom of the screen.”

“well, you should’ve been more clear.”

Cook — I’ll write a drabble of our characters cooking together.

With a shriek Sungjong jumped back from the pan that had begun spitting oil at him, holding one hand to his chest as if it’d been consumed by flames rather than simply coming into contact with a single drop of hot oil. He wasn’t cut out for this, and he wasn’t sure why he was doing it, but the food smelled good, and his anger at the aggressiveness of the hot pan was fading under the mouthwatering sight.

“Why does it look so good, but hurt so bad?” He whined softly, head turning to look over at Julian, frowning at the amused smirk on his lips. “Yah! It hurt, okay!” Sungjong knew he was overreacting, but he needed to have perfect skin, and one blemish would ruin his chances of being a model.

“as long as it comes in the form of food. i do have an appetite for oysters.”

“yeah, i love dogs!! they’re really cute when they whine.”

jules has his face in his hands