#ccmpulsive

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   ⤙ ∴ ⤚      dragging their feet across a patch of yellowing -some already partially browned, save a few remaining tufts of green grass tocombat the freshly-acquired muck of god-knows-what (a disturbing slosh of brown with a black veilmatted to the surface, possibly oil.. and what not), alex lightens with humor while taemin reddens with admitted defeat and a quiet slew of expletives. 

“ i’m glad it doesn’t bother you so much, but these were an expensive gift. we need to get back to my apartment so these two will be able to see the light of day again. ” if it isn’t too late.

dammit.

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as much as he concealed his fear, one look down the old wooden stairs that led to the basement was enough to send a shiver down his spine. that’s why he would usually get out of laundry duty by simply not coming home for a couple days and leave it for adrien to take care of (bless his naive soul). but this week was full of deadlines that he wouldn’t have been able to meet outside of the dorms thank to their early curfew during the few weeks leading up to exams. adrien had caught him trying to finish a project for his abstract design class and left the basket of laundry beside his desk. alex was on edge as it is and the last thing he needed was a distraction. “adrien i’m busy. can’t you just do it? i’ll pick it up next week?”

HE WASN’T GOING TO TAKE N O AS AN ANSWER THIS WEEK TOO. 

If there was a trait of Alex’s that Adrien could successfully identify, it was the gift of his gab paired with the ability to leave his chores undone for so long that Adrien had no choice to do them for him to save his sanity. This time, Alex was letting his lip service do the work, or at least he  THOUGHT  he was.

“...bro, you can’t be serious !! You’ve said the same thing like five times—yeah, I’ve been                                                                                                          C O U N T I N G !!” 

He’s calling from his own room when he shouts, hoping the annoyed tone in his voice is conveyed, if not just from the volume. He wasn’t one to get agitated, but the piled stress of dealing with an uninvited roommate paired with the housework multiplied by three was beginning to take it’s toll on him physically. He was coming down with a serious fever, and the lack of rest was showing signs of catching up... especially at work. But he wasn’t going to be the one to admit it, even though the job he was doing at hiding it wasn’t exactly the best... The average person could’ve probably already heard the swelling of his tonsils hours ago, being that his voice dropped an octave and sounded like he'd been heavily smoking since age 12. It seemed clinically hoarse. 

○ late nights ○ || ( a wickedly meme creation )

“I’d come back to haunt you.”

The laugh that bubbles past Adrien’s lips can be described more accurately as a bark just from the sheer volume of it, and he could sense the quizzical looks from passersby—it doesn’t really bother him though. He’s reading a text from Dylan, something about not being able to tell the difference between shaving cream and hair gel, and having accidentally put shaving cream all over his scalp. It really wasn’t his problem... but it was hilarious.

He’s lying on the grass, using his jacket as pillow while is roommate Alex is beside him, though he wasn’t paying attention to him for the last five texts. The two are in a park, soaking in the first summer warmth of the night after 8 consecutive days of pouring rain... At least they weren’t going to have to worry about a drought for a long way to come. It wasn’t strange, and they weren’t alone; it’d been a while since the sky had cleared up, and apparently, they weren’t the only ones to conjure the bright idea to appreciate the evening with a clear view of the stars. The park was dotted with many more people, coming out to enjoy the serene atmosphere. For Alex and Adrien, going out as a pair wasn’t exactly common, since their schedules almost never aligned, and on weekends, they drank their miseries (usually from assignments and exams) away without a second thought to treasure the night. Going outdoors, however - together - was definitely uncommon.

Adrien’s eyes are conveniently hidden from the bright rays of artificial lighting under the Daimyo Oak they’d situated themselves, though his strategy to avoid it is quickly undone when he looks towards Alex with a mischievous smile. The orange fluorescent beam shines into his eyes, but he looks on without acknowledging it.

“Bro, let’s say...” he stops mid sentence to conjure up the right words. There’s an unreadable expression across his features. “Okay. Imagine I died... in our house. Not my parent’s house, I mean the one we stay at now— what do you think I would do?”

He pauses to let the latter answer.

More Memories💡- A memory that comes with an object or keepsake they have

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should be a joke. must be a joke. has to be a joke. one unexpected joke. even in their banter, though occasionally crude, alex was never one to tread too far. does the level of absurdity determine when a jest becomes a jab? imparted from friendly tongue, but he’s not laughing. 

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   ⤙ ∴ ⤚     two days. he has two days left tomilk every viable opportunity from this unsupervised, however brief exemptionto his usual idol-related obligations. these allotted periods of break betweenthe hustle & bustle allow for physical and mental recovery (’results mayvary’ in fine print above slightly smaller fine print, ‘high possibility ofself-meditative overload for the classic perfectionist’). by mid-day, whenhe’s emerged from his bed, he remembers that one redeeming qualityto this metaphorical box – ‘consume with caffeine’.

but here he is,nothing but a bag of bones hunched over a bowl of half-eaten fruit by two pm. dazed and with no coffee to undo the fog. too lazy to appear decent enough to buy his liquid joy. too tired to joke with feigned offence.