#eun-jae

ejae_k:

Skylar: So

Skylar: I’m married now. That’s like a thing? I’m sure you’ve seena  lot about it. Sorry you werent like invited to the wedding or anything. there really wasn’t one just like a court house sort of thing 

Saeran: eun-jae? Can I buy you something to eat sometime to make up for all of the things you got me?

His routine was cumulative of months of work in attempts to choreograph something of substance. Something to say that he could do it. It was his first attempt, after all, at creating something totally new and his own.

Maybe that was why it terrified Wen to have Jay in the room. He was terrified to look. Had Jay found it boring? After all, it was ballet. Really the only compelling part had to have been the olders tights.

Finally, Wen forced himself to turn his gaze to his pink haired fried, one hand going to pat at the sweat pooling along his jawline. “Was that alright?” He asked, obvious need for praise in his voice as he bent down to grab his water.

As he was sitting on the counter in his bathroom, one hand poised carefully as he filled in his eyebrows, he thought about how nice it would be to take someone with him. It wasn’t like Wen to go to pride alone, he was usually with his mom or with a group of friends but this year there wasn’t really anyone. Well, except for one person.

Wen had been trying not to think too much about him because he always found himself getting particularly wound up every time he did. Jay was a gorgeous mess of pink hair and soft features that Wen always found himself ridiculously in awe of— but Jay wasn’t gay.

Or at least, he talked about girls enough to make it seem like he wasn’t. Wen still couldn’t get over the way Jay spoke to him, the way his fingers felt in his hair. God, he hoped Jay wasn’t straight. But maybe that was more than he should have hoped for. After all, Wen found himself dropping people left and right because whatever feelings he thought he’d had vanished the moment things got too serious. Still, he found himself driving to the others house clad in only a pair of particularly tiny rainbow shorts and a clear, glittery jacket for just in case it rained. Wen really didn’t think that his eyebrows could withstand New York showers with the way they had been coming down lately.

The twenty-two year old was trying to talk himself out of this as he made his way to the others door— what if Jay’s parents were home? What if they saw and had a fit? What if Jay decided that he wasn’t even interested in being Wen’s friend? What if—

He knocked on the door, all of his anxiety pooling in his stomach as his fingers reached up to try and make his hair presentable in the vague reflection of himself on the window.

Wen: uhhhhhh hi

Wen: I just remembered that I had your number which is way more convenient than waiting until I run into you again

Wen: what are you up to?