#fmdisaac

ice cream in late autumn is almost as absurd as ice cream in anytime of winter but to kit, it’s some kind of tradition he forced upon isaac—his boston brother, even if the younger male had no recollections of the city. regardless of the season or the schedules mounted until their necks, he won’t miss their ice cream dates. kit readies himself, a tight wool scarf around his neck and matching mittens over his hands. he struts to isaac’s room, not bothering to knock; they’re too close for such formalities.

The van jolted slightly, rocking Jihoon awake and he frowned at the disturbance of his sleep, rubbing his eyes and glancing out the window. It looked like they still had a long ways to go before they actually made it back to their dorm, and he groaned softly under his breath. He was so ready to and crawl back into his bed. He probably wouldn’t have been able to sleep that well, but he’d at least be able to relax and rest in the comfort of his own bed. He looked around the van, noting that most of the other members of CHARM were fooling around on their phones and talking with one another. Nothing out of the usual.