#devonxpark

Jiyeon’s eyes shifted from their focus on Candy Crush, sliding down to fall upon the scratched arm Devon had extended toward her. The comforter of his bed was tucked up underneath her arms, keeping her both warm and safe from exposing herself in case one of his nosier roommates (namely, Jackson, the only other person aside from herself who would) decided barge into the room unannounced. It took a beat for the words to register, but once they had... she was up in a flash, taking all of the covers with her. “Zombie!” With half of the bedding wrapped hastily around her body, she rushed out into the hallway, leaving his door open and him naked for the world to see. 

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yells at the other for leaving wet towels on the bed Devon, definitely. Jiyeon is not a cleanly person at all, which would probably irritate nit-picky neat freaks like Devon. 

whines when the other forgets what they wanted after going grocery shoppingJiyeon. And she’d probably get physical with her disapproval of him forgetting her cereal. He probably won’t forget again, after that. Probably.

leaves five half drank bottles of water in their roomJiyeon. Messy, messy, messy, messy Jiyeon. 

initiates a quickie while at somewhere they shouldn’tEither of them, alternately. They probably take turns. Neither of them are capable of keeping their pants on if the other initiates-- although Jiyeon is more likely to do it in public places.

surprises the other with their favorite fast food for dinnerJiyeon. But it’s usually pizza, so she’s only halfway there to doing something selfless and nice for him.

is massively hungover after celebrating their anniversaryBoth. (The lack of self control in this relationship is astounding.) Jiyeon handles it a lot better than Devon- until he starts whining, and she whines about his whining. They end up giving each other a headache, and then someone else has to take care of them.

argues for double stuffed Oreos over regularThis is  something they actually agree on- why not have more? Although Jiyeon still has a bad habit of licking off all of the filling and then leaving the cleaned cookies back in the packaging. Devon is infuriated, for many reasons.

Jiyeon groaned and flipped herself to her side, crankily peering an eye open at the phone– her phone– buzzing and vibrating its way along the coffee table beside the couch in the boys’ loft in the most annoying fashion possible. It very nearly dances its way to the edge and falls off before her arm is outstretched, hand open to grab it mid-descent. Pulling it close to her face, she has to squint at the phone number emblazoned on the bright display, eyes too sensitive to the light and too blurry from sleep and lack of contact lenses to read it otherwise. It’s Devon.“Devil,” she growled under her breath, already prepared to do her best to convey her displeasure at having been woken up at… whatever time it was, as she pressed a black-tipped, bejeweled nail against the touchscreen to accept the call, bringing the phone to her ear. “What is it?” 

“Is this… Park Jiyeon?” She frowned. The voice was not Devon’s– unless he’d recently  become a very soft-spoken woman. Shuffling in her spot, she pushed herself to sit up, blankets falling off of her body and pooling at her waist as she answered the woman to the affirmative. “Thank goodness,” the woman on the other end of the line breathed in what sounded like relief, before continuing. “My name is Doctor Kim from St. Mary’s Hospital,” she explained in a soft manner. “We have a patient here by the name of Park Jinyoung–”She tried not to snort at the reveal of what had to be Devon’s Korean name, completely missing the explanation of what had happened to him. “–tried contacting his emergency contacts, but none of them would answer… so we decided to try calling back the last person he had spoken to.” The doctor finished, letting the air hang dead for a moment as Jiyeon processed what was happening. She was getting a call from the hospital about Devon… and no one else had bothered to pick up their phones? She tried not to be furious, choosing worry instead. 

“He’s… okay, right?” She intoned hopefully, biting down on her lip. It wasn’t like she cared about him or anything– she just didn’t want something bad to happen to him, either. Devon could be annoying, but he was still a friend. 

The doctor answered just as quickly as Jiyeon’s answer had been slow, easing some of the tension that had caused her shoulders to draw up uncomfortably. “Of course,” she replied easily, explaining for the second time that he had fallen down and hit his head, needed stitches–which he was currently receiving– and had been checked out for a concussion. “He’s been cleared for discharge once we’re done, but he’ll need someone to come pick him up…”

♀ for a mother headcanon

♂ for a father headcanon

    Yeonsoo has amazing relationships with her parents and she knows that she can always come to them no matter what she does or no matter what happens in her life and she will be accepted and loved and cared of. They have more or less friendly relationships, treating each other like equals when it comes to discussions, especially now when Yeonsoo has grown up and matured. They were fairly strict in the past yet they have always supported her ideas whether it was about art or music or acting and they were proud of her.

Yeonsoo calls them every day and misses them a lot ever since she had moved from Busan to Seoul and she tries to come visit them now and them since Busan is her home, her shelter her family is there. She has warmth and happiness spread over her mind and body when she thinks of her family.