#duskloved

               ❝ do you think i should tell my parents about you? ❞ yuuya asks, in one of those rare instances where haewon has managed to materialise for more than a few minutes. ❝ not that you’re a ghost, obviously. ❞ they wouldn’t believe it even if he did, so he’d rather avoid that fact for now. ❝ they keep asking when i’m going to settle down, it might get them off my back for a while... ❞

               ❝ i’m going away for a while. ❞ joowon barely looks up from the screen he’s tapping away at, not quite a phone but not quite not at the same time. since announcing his status as an alien, he’s been less cautious about using foreign tech in front of caspar, but only in the privacy of either of their own homes. he’s masquerading as an entirely different race, he doesn’t need any other aliens to recognise the script he’s writing in and figure out his planet’s plans. ❝ i need to go back to my home planet for something. it won’t fee like long for me, but it will for you. ❞

               a pout rests on hayoon’s lips as he listens ( or rather, half listens to his father ). hayoon is interested in magic, don’t get him wrong, but neither his mother nor his father’s style of witchcraft suits him. lessons with his mother feel like unbridled chaos, but lessons with his father feel too rigid and restrictive. he huffs out a sigh as his father points out something in a spell book, and has to fight the urge to roll his eyes. ❝ dad, this is boring... ❞

               leaving adam alone in her apartment while she’d gone on shift had been a nerve-wracking decision. jiyeon doesn’t trust easily, a result of her childhood, and letting someone loose in her home is a big thing for someone like her. especially with seongge to consider as well -- he’s getting old and grumpy, and she wants to make sure his final few years are as peaceful as possible. imagine her surprise, then, when she unlocks her door and finds her grumpy old man of a cat curled up on adam’s lap, fast asleep and showing no signs of waking. ❝ am i interrupting something...? ❞

               nestled into parker’s side, hand resting on top of his stomach, as they bask in post-coital bliss is probably not the best time to tell him about tor’s upcoming visit. but she’s been meaning to tell him for a while, and time is quickly running out. oh she loves tor, don’t get her wrong, but he still carries the obnoxious energy of his teenage years, and angharad isn’t sure how well he and parker will get along. ❝ tor’s coming to visit soon, ❞ she says eventually, trying to sound casual, as if it’s no big deal.

               dealing with everything at home has rohoon on edge constantly. mom’s in and out of hospital, dad’s neglecting the rest of the family like usual, sohee’s on his ass about not coming home, sejin won’t stop whining about why he’s being kept out of the loop. it just keeps piling up. he’s spent the last week filming videos round the clock to schedule for the next month or two to try and take at least some of the strain off, but so far it’s done little to help. he knows, realistically, the way to deal with it is to talk to someone. to ask sujong about seeing a therapist, or just vent to eric, but rohoon has never been like that. he’s the firstborn, he has to keep it all to himself.

         gunwoo loved every single one of his friends with all his heart. they were all special in their own ways and he felt incredibly lucky to have met such a wonderful group of people  —  but he had to admit that kyu was a little bit different than the rest. he wasn’t quite sure what it was, but he just felt closer to him ever since the first day they had met. the others could be loud, very loud, but there was always a comfortable silence between the two of them, one that didn’t need to be filled with unnecessary words. he just felt rather comfortable in kyu’s presence, and always enjoyed whatever time they could have on their own too.