#everytingces

“ why do i have the feeling i know why you’re literally banging your whole head at my door ? ”  

          SHE  WAITS  OUTSIDE  OF  his  work,  patiently  tapping  her  foot  against  the  concrete  to  the  beat  of  a  lost  spaces  song,  electric  guitar  rhythmically  filling  her  headphones.  a  lollipop  rests  between  her  lips,  a  finger  absentmindedly  drawing  circles  on  her  red  pants,  and  whilst  she  feels  gazes  from  people  passing  her  she  keeps  her  own  hues  glued  to  the  ground.  painfully  shy  —  she  thinks  it  may  be  her  downfall.

     but  the  doors  open  eventually  and  he  exits  the  building,  his  presence  immediately  making  a  familiar  warmth  surge  through  her.  perhaps  the  unfamiliar  feeling  should  be  worrying  for  her  after  years  of  isolating  herself,  but  she  welcomes  it  and  him  with  it.  she  smiles  the  way  only  he  knows  how  to  make  her.  «  that’s  a  long  shift,  »  she  notes,  but  there  is  nothing  accusatory  in  her  tone.  instead  she  pulls  her  headphones  down  and  reaches  for  his  hand  instinctively.  «  come  on,  let’s  go  !  »

 ✧ —  ❛ hey, ❜ eric awkwardly greets as soon as the other opens the door, a wave of relief rushing through him at the fact that the other actually answered, alongside a rush of embarrassment that he actually had to come over like this. ❛ sorry for showing up out of the blue, ❜ he begins, his lower lip tucking in between his teeth as he shifts anxiously from foot to foot. ❛ it’s just.... my date — you know, the date i was telling you about earlier? well. it went terribly, ❜ he confesses as his body sags down, his eyes avoiding the other for as long as he can manage it ( which isn’t too long, to be honest ) before he lifts his eyes to make quick eye contact, looking away quickly as his heart races from nerves. ❛ i think i just really need a hug right now. ❜

the new neighbor surely was something, and not in the most positive ways ━the guy seemed to be one of those muscle-head idiots in american movies, obsessed with jogging outside without a shirt on and seemingly having a penchant for roaming around the small green area nearby his apartment, which meant he had a whole sight on the show, all of it. which on one side it wouldn’t be much of an issue, he could be ignoring it just as he ignored a lot of stuff going on with his life.

but then, he went down to laundry, and ended up with a pair of boxers with a red band and definitely a need in being thrown away because it clearly had a hole in the worn fabric, and he knew only one person who seemingly wore something like that ━casually while being shirtless and doing pushups━, ending up with solbin being as red as the band itself while knocking at the other’s door. “ please, be in. ” the moment was already as embarrassing as it was, and he needed to thank he had the afternoon shift at the cafe. he gave another knock at the door, tapping his foot impatiently.

         LUCA  SUSPECTED  HE’D  NEVER  really  get  used  to  the  idol  treatment  he  received.  a  ton  of  work  went  into  doing  what  he  did,  and  there  was  no  easy  way  to  stardom,  but  now  that  he  was  here  he  was  realizing  just  how  much  he  also  didn’t  have  to  do.  he  hadn’t  put  much  thought  into  what  went  down  behind  it  all  until  he  was  amidst  it  all.

      they  are  building  a  scene  inside  the  studio  to  start  filming  their  newest  music  video  and  the  boys  have  been  told  that  even  with  a  free  schedule  they  are  to  stay  away  from  the  set  in  case  of  accidents.  none  of  them  are  particularly  good  at  listening  though  and  3  of  them  have  sweet-talked  their  way  into  helping  —  luca  being  one  of  them,  feeling  restless  just  waiting  inside  their  dorm.  a  heavy  glass  box  rests  between  his  arms  as  he  walks  carefully  from  one  end  to  the  room,  headed  to  the  middle  confidently.

     «  fuuu —  »  luca  loudly  begins  when  the  glass  cube  threatens  to  slip  out  of  his  hands  and  come  crashing  to  the  ground  —  that  is  until  steady  hands  close  around  the  item  and  saves  the  idol  from  the  embarrassment  he  was  only  a  second  away  from  having  to  defend  himself  from.  looking  up,  he  meets  the  gaze  of  junghoon.

          SHE NEVER WOULD’VE THOUGHT falling for a man leading such a different life from her own would become a reality, but summer washington was absolutely smitten by oliver lee and it had her getting tangled up in his life quite willingly. she had made herself acquainted with his band and daehyun’s girlfriend, and whilst summer didn’t always see eye to eye with them she knew they all shared a profound liking for oliver. really, that was enough for her. she believed she had gotten a firm grasp of everyone, perhaps except one.

something about jinyoung had summer intrigued — and worried, to a certain extent. he always seemed to be caught in his own head, always something running through it at speeds no one could keep up with. if she thought she was an overthinker she had yet to truly know him — and that was exactly what she had set out to hope to achieve.

she found him outside of the studio, seated on the floor going through notes. summer simply slid down next to him without invitation, always being one to demand someone’s time. she had learned the hard way that that was often what a girl had to do. her eyes averted, staring blankly ahead of her, she spoke. «you know, there’s a line in your newest song. it goes something like ‘painted memories in much brighter ink’.» she paused there for just a second, looking over at the boy. «i like that. as if the past is so loud you can’t really find yourself in the present. did you write it ?»