#feydojun

no matter how much time had passed, siwoo had always been one who liked experimenting with different sorts of potions. some either worked out while others...well didn't. either way, it was something that siwoo really enjoyed doing, especially when it came to just passing the time by when he was feeling bored or even just wanted to see if he could come up with something entirely new.

in the past, when siwoo and dojun had dated, he often found himself in situations where the potions he 'created' ended up getting him injured and dojun ending up having to help bandage him up, while also getting onto him for being so reckless, and if he were to be honest with himself right now he would say that he actually was enjoying just standing around watching dojun as he works on whatever potion he was currently working on.

of course he wouldn't admit this out loud, especially since the two weren't exactly the same as they once had been, though internally he was the opposite of what his facial expression was currently showing.

he slowly makes his way around the room, eyeing a few of the ingredients as he occasionally glances over at dojun to see what the other is doing. it's then that he has a thought cross his mind and he slowly picks up a couple ingredients, hiding them and waiting until the other male turns his back before he tries sneaking over to the cauldron. siwoo thinks he'll get away with slipping a few extra things inside, though as he's just about to drop the first ingredient in he hears dojun's voice and stops.

siwoo glances over at the other male and lets out a small sigh before finally deciding against his little plan. "you know, when you asked me to come over i didn't expect to be sitting around watching you do this." he returns the ingredients he had to their rightful places before leaning against the wall, crossing his arms before speaking once more. "what are you even trying to do anyway? why bother having me come over if this is all you're going to do?" he asks these questions, eyebrow raising to show the bit of curiosity he has.

"if i'm just here to watch you make some potion then i might as well just head home and find something interesting to do...since you won't let me add a few things in as well." he mutters the last bit under his breath, glancing over at the cauldron. siwoo preferred being more hands on with such things rather than just roaming around in the background bored out of his mind.

— DOJUN⋆ˊˎ

“oh, yujin!” and suddenly dojun’s whole expression lightens, eyes sparkling with excitement and recognition. he remembers the other from high school, they were good friends back then before they eventually lost touch. “i’m dojun. from first year of high school?” he clarifies and waits for the same recognition to show in the other witches’ eyes. “we were in the same class.”

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yujin looks at him for just a moments before a bright grin spreads across his lips, a squeak leaving him as a remembers.

"dojun! of course i remember, that class was so boring and the only entertaining part of it was whispering with you in the back. shit— i'm so sorry i didn't recognize you at first. you- you've grown up so much but your eyes are the same," he tells him, excitement evident in his tone, in his eyes shining as he looks at him, shifting to face him directly.

"i can't believe i dont see you for years and then we run into each other at a hanu party," he says, laughter spilling from his lips, the ring around his bottom lip shining— an addition that definitely only appeared after high school was over.

he notes that he spilled a bit of his punch on him and looks a bit sheepish, moving to wipe it off his jeans as best as he can before moving his hand back. "oops. i'm sorry about that too. didn't mean to spill my drink on you as a greeting," his voice is a little soft, cheeks a little flushed from the alcohol and the embarrassment.

seeing him brings back a lot of things he hadn't thought about in awhile, always in a fog. high school seems to be something that has faded quite a bit in his memories, but he remembers golden afternoons- sun streaming through the windows, the voice of the teacher droning on and on in the background.

but he remembers folding paper into animals and placing them on dojun's desk, trying to smother laughter behind his hands as he pranced them around the worn surface. of writing notes back and forth to keep quiet on notebook paper, in which pages and pages would be filled after classes worth of conversations.

he feels warm from the alcohol, from the memories. leans his shoulder against the couch and wonders how it took them so long to run into each other again. and with so much time inbetween- his drunk mind tries to supply all of the things that had changed since then.

he props an elbow up on the back of the couch, tilting his head against his palm and fiddling with his rings. "how have you been?" he asks, still a curve of a smile on his lips as he looks to him. bringing his drink to his lips he takes a bit of a drink, chipped nail polish against the stark, artificial red of the plastic.

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starry nite cafe is one of the more interesting locations for kijung to linger in. he frequents many cafes and may as well make a list of them based on how much he enjoys them; this one would be close to the top, if only because here, he can actually drink something and not get strange looks from baristas and customers alike for sitting at a table with an untouched coffee. sometimes, he still hesitates to order something even here, lest a human spot the redness that stains the hole in the lid to his drink. ultimately, however, he knows he is in good supernatural company every time. he can smell them, and knows he would have allies here if his identity was revealed to the wrong person while he was here.

dojun is on break, apparently, and why he chose kijung of all people in this cafe to bother while taking it is a mystery to him. maybe it's because he's always by himself. he should really find an acquaintance to bring with him, if only to avoid conversation with noisy people such as dojun. surely he's met enough people in his classes now to find someone. (it can be difficult. kijung hasn't been good at planning anything related to his social life in a few hundred years.)

@feydojun

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tw: alcohol

yujin had been to lots of parties— but there was always never a party like one thrown by hanu. he likes to pride himself on the parties that he throws himself, but there is nothing like going to one, too, being able to enjoy all of the extravagance of the event that is really like no other, not having to worry about the details.

he’s pleasantly buzzed but not overtly, lights dancing across the walls and over the faces of the people in the crowd as he weaves through. holding his drink in his hand carefully— concocted of something that yujin couldn’t even place, maybe juice and about three or four different types of alcohol, colored an electric sort of turquoise, it even felt festive to take a gamble and drink the punch. he had been through two glasses already and wondered, idly, if it had even stained his tongue the same color.

he finds solace in an empty couch that’s shoved near the corner, settling on the arm of it and not really paying attention to who’s sitting there, mind too dizzy to focus. yujin can feel the base of the music thrum in his chest, the loose shirt he’s wearing is unbuttoned down quite a few, revealing several sparkling chains of jewelry with gems glittering, threaded through. it matches the rings on his fingers, the chimes of metal in his ears.

yujin takes another sip of the punch.

it burns down his throat, painted fingernails tapping against the plastic cup to the beat that he feels through his body, eyes swooping through the room, past the crowded space full of dancers, those leaning against the walls talking, the way that so many people are filling the space there doesn’t seem to be an empty part of it.

he’s a little more drunk then he thinks— he ends up sliding off the arm of the couch proper and onto the cushioned seat, holding his drink up with a bit of a yelp as a bit of it splashes onto the holes in his jeans.

“oop!” yujin gets out, errant giggles falling from his lips easily, dimpled cheeks casting a glance sideways to see if he had disturbed anyone. trying to right himself by sitting up, he can’t help but laughing at how silly that was to do in the first place.

“sorry— i hope i didn’t splash any on you. i—,” he trails off a bit, squinting a little as he looks into the person’s face.

“are you.. do i— know you? you seem awfully familiar,” yujin says, tilting his head a little, earrings clinking together like bells. “i’m sorry if i’m just drunk and being silly i just.. feel like i’ve talked to you before,”