you may probably know this already, but i am so glad you're my best friend.
@cesthyuns
“You’re right, I do already know this -- it seems like we remind one another about this at least once a day. I don’t think I’d get tired of hearing it, Hyunjae, how long has it been since we were friends? Middle school was when I met you, if I can recall correctly, I liked you back then and wanted you to become the brother I never had. I’m sure my mom would have liked you a lot, my dad seemed to enjoy those story I told of you during our school days, and heaven knows how much my aunt adores you so -- I think... I can still picture your mochi like cheek -- I really wanted to pinch them a lot back then, didn’t I? Like I’ve stated a thousand times, you’re stuck with me for a lifetime and ten others, I hope you know this.”
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🌳 Take your muse for a walk in the woods.( tbh you wish all symbols. FIGHT ME)
How many times had he held this hand – laced digiteasily fitting empty spaces – bringing together palm to palm; radiating anundeniably comforting warmth. Jiwon wonders this, often, just how easy it wasfor boy with the foolishly bright smile to weasel his way in his mind; into asmall space of his chest. He’d stopped, however, when it became clear he’d bequestioning more than just his own mildobsession with elder boy’s tiny crinkle along lid whenever said smile wouldbrighten up room. It’d begun just like any normal school trip that Jiwon may ormay not have forged his aunt’s signature on a few forms that allowed young boypermission to visit local petting zoo that also, may or may not have a bear ortwo. Taking long bus ride had been worst, deciding seating of whom would getwindow seats or the so ‘cool’ back-seat, and most important of all, if assignedseating (provided teacher) would allow them even in shouting distance of their bestfriend.
Normally Jiwon would consider himself lucky, like most trips, being seated nextto none other than Kim Hyunjae, the mild source of his pre-teen woes, Yet – whileolder boy had been rather polite, even scooting out of seat to allow himwindow, Jiwon had managed to keep his distance for most part from kid who wasgrade above him yet somehow smaller and much less intimidating than thoseupperclassmen he’d met before. It wasn’t as if he’d hated the older boy, no, itwas the opposite – Kwon Jiwon liked Kim Hyunjae a little too much. In fact,wasn’t it he who often took older boy’s hand in his own, shared his lunch hisaunt would make, and even invite elder over for movies during weeknights? Yes, yes it was him.
It’d only been pastweek when avoidance had begun, most assuming his sudden desire to ‘ditch’ hisfriend because of what others were spouting behind their backs – a littleteasing of classmates hadn’t bothered him, Jiwon was never one to be subjecthimself to rumors or those bored too bored to pay attention to their own lives.It hadn’t been the teasing but the fact he’d hogged too much of boy’s time, hadleft no room in his life for others and it’d been regretful, because youngerwanted Hyunjae to flourish, to make friends outside of himself, to share hissmile with world – despite his own selfish desire to keep elder to himself. It’dbeen failure, no doubt, a week without talking to male had caused more achethan he’d intended, and ultimately left the two avoiding one another inhallways.
So, it had been by this cruel twist of fate, on a combined gradeschool trip, that the two of them were set to be partners. Weak smile had beenmade on his part, after sliding in beside male, his almond orb glancing betweenwindow and that of elder who seemed to be attempting to speak up or even catchhis gaze for a moment or two. It’d been awkward to say the least, bus ridefilled with chatter and laughter all around them while they sat in silence,hearts hammering away in chest. When arrival was made, Jiwon had wanted nothingmore than to escape from bus confines to run off with his group and perhapsleave feeling behind, however – things hadn’t turned out as such. It’d beendecided a quaint hike would be made in pairs, seated pairs, after their bagswere placed in proper rooms.
He’d felt his gut clench, not wanting to faceinevitable yet coming to it eventually – no matter how much he dragged his feetto waste further time in meeting back up with those that seemed more excitedthan himself. They had come face to face then, hitched breathing falling out inan uneven pacing, heart nearly jumping in his throat, and when Hyunjae hadopened his mouth to speak, lovely crinkle gone from his eye and smile nowherein sight, it’d been Jiwon who had grabbed boy’s hand first – leading them bothfrom cabin and toward a trail leading in woods. Sometimes it was better to bebigger person, Jiwon knew this, had learned it from his late mother and hisfather whom he occasionally spoke, yet while he knew it, said act was harder toaccomplish with courage alone.
Their fingers had laced evenly, just like anytime before, and palm had fit snuggly in a fashion he knew that it waspointless to keep up such petty thoughts. He can’t recall now how apology hadwent but, he knew it’d ended in a mass of tears and snotty childish excuses.Jiwon could recall, however, the warmth of elder’s embrace when they haddecided hand holding wasn’t enough to sooth a week’s worth of ache and a hugwas a must. Jiwon had clinged like child he was, making loose promises to oneanother about never separating in future, and being best friends until foreverended. It’d been nothing more than spouted air, a promise he knew eventuallywould break but it hadn’t mattered then. The only thing that /had/ mattered wasconjoined hands, fingers tightly bound as if such a simple endearment couldn’tbe broken by simply letting go.
as soon as he heard his name being mentioned, he looked over to where the sound was coming from. louie, with a box of donuts. exactly what he wanted to see. ❛ i guess it’s you, isn’t it ? ❜ he replied as soon as the other finished his question, getting up from the floor that he was sitting on only a few moments before. the practice room was empty, just the two man filling it with their presence at this very moment at one am. ❛ i mean, considering that i can’t see anyone else around and i have been here by myself for quite a while now. ❜ by now, the blonde was already wearing a rather exhausted smile on his lips, reaching out to take the box from the other. ❛ what flavors ? ❜
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As a part-time staff assistant in a rising entertainment company, Miran had one principle, and one only: do what you are told, at the exact moment you are told it. And ‘what’ was including a bunch of shit, from the cleaning of a coffee stain on a just ironed shirt, to running out in the streets at 4am in search for the newer makeup product. When her phone had buzzed, the female had jumped out of her king sized bed. ( goodbye warmth, adieu nice dream, sayonara cuddles! ) It was 5, by the time she found the desired object, tousled hair hidden under a hood and sleepy gaze still present. 5:30am, when she bumped into the familiar male. 5:31am when the compliment slipped past his plump lips. Miran found herself surprised. ( what’s he said? who am I already..? ah! ) « Oh.. uh.. » the young female glanced down at the complimented item of clothing, half hidden under a warm, thick jacket - the first, easiest to slip into, thing her hand had come across this morning. Her gaze returned to the male’s face and she flashed a playful smile in his direction. « My fortune teller told me I’d meet the man of my dreams, today. Had to dress extra! »
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"noona- want to grab some pancakes down, hongdae with me?"
Surprise actually showed on her face as she heard the voice calling out to her. Incredulous by the offer, shock was written all over her features as she pointed a finger to her chest, her mouth agape. “What– what? With me..? You want to go get pancakes with ME?! Hell, I’m down. But don’t you have someone better in mind to hang out with…?”
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@cesthyuns
Jiwon who was the epitome of energy was lacking today. Already struggling to stay awake long before he’d left house, his chin now rested upon his friends shoulder, nose going to bury along crook of male’s neck. He’s like a clinging child at this point. “....carry me --” he grumbles, knowing elder would most likely decline the request, at least while they were in public eye, supposed to be presenting themselves with a little more pristine. Still, it doesn’t stop Jiwon from wrapping appendage around his childhood friend’s waist, practically lulling elder into a forced lazily placed back hug as they both try to manage waddling to waiting vehicle. An the whining begins as soon as first rays of sunlight hit his optic, eliciting a light hiss of displeasure and firm squint, before younger is going to bury visage against top of elder’s head.
It’s been this way since they were kids, of course back then Louie had been a little taller than him, back when Jiwon had lacked in the growth area -- and it hadn’t been till high-school that he shot up, towering over everyone including his best friend. Yet, aside from such minor differences, nothing had changed in their demeanor around one another, not even with separation that had caused rift in their friendship and bitterness had managed to keep them from falling back into same routine. Then again, it could be that Jiwon just found Louie to be comfortable, male always so very warm and soothing, like drinking honey tea to soothe one’s throat properly after a cold. “---Hyunjae.....” he begins, “Jae...Jae-ah...let me sleep on you -- call a taxi or something.”
