junmyeon paused, before reaching up to scratch the back of his head, allowing himself a sheepish grin. “alright, you caught me.” when he left her the stack of first edition books, he was hoping she’d forget the fact that he hadn’t contacted her the last week due to how held up he was at the business workshops. normally he wouldn’t care about others’ needs but considering he told himself he’d put a full hundred percent in the friendship deal, he did what he could on short notice.

junmyeon blinked, looking up from his cup of coffee, through the reading glasses that were perching on the bridge of his nose. taking a moment, he put the cup down on the table and leaned back in his seat, taking his glasses off with a slight chuckle.

Ballroom: Our characters dance together

Send “✆” for a morning text. 

( sms // irene ) i’ll be stopping by today, i have a few things to drop off

Send “✉” for a text that wasn’t sent

Your character spends the night with my character

Sehun raised a brow when Irene appeared on his doorstep. “Can I help you?” he asked, as she didn’t exactly seem like the type who would be one of his clients. However, on being informed that her apartment had a pipe burst, he merely hummed and stepped aside and let her in.

“I’m afraid I don’t have much to offer you by way of hospitality, I wasn’t expecting anyone. But you’re free to help yourself to whatever I have, I guess,” he said. He felt a bit bad that he didn’t really have any food in the house and that he hadn’t had a chance to clean up or anything, but he knew she probably wasn’t expecting to come to his apartment either.

A simple invitation, one he had gotten countless times before, yet it had Junmyeon pause in his steps. He had stopped by to drop off a rare suit of his, hoping she could take a look and mend it perfect. It had given him fond memories and even if he was not going to bother to wear it again, he would rather like to see it in its previous glory, then the sorry state it was in now.

Honestly speaking, he couldn’t remember the last time he had stayed for dinner at someone else’s home. Usually he refused, but considering he had no one waiting for him when he got home, he gave a small smile. 

“Wonderful.” Junmyeon sighed, running a hand through his ruffled hair. He had stepped out of work for only a few moments, yet the stinking air had him craving something he hadn’t had in a long while. Tobacco. He had just lit the cigarette he had pawn off someone walking by and began to breathe in when the other came walking around.

seungwan has always secretly thought she’s quite the masochist for keeping herself up for so long all the time -- it also shows how fucking strong you are to them, girlie -- but sometimes she can snap out of her drowsy daze to find out she’s not the only one going through that. it happens at late nights for years now, when her head is hurting even though hyejin has already slipped her a special juice -- the glamour tastes like the worst medicine, but it does wonders truly -- and she’s tired and her body feels like being grounded. 

hyejin is not an option, that she knows well, despite how much she might be fond of the blonde female--actually, all of her friends are not the type she needs at these times, when it’s dark and she’s tired: she needs a mother. seungwan doesn’t try to think much of her kind, gentle mother, the one who hid the kiss on the corner of her mouth and always smiled warmly after putting her siblings to bed -- she also doesn’t think of the mother who allowed her to be sent off somewhere, the mother who focused too much on her husband’s moods and the mother who abandoned her children -- but after the entire day playing that part herself, the character has to be put away and the girl would like to rest.