preventive muscle tape is plastered on her calves & thighs — small white patches sitting snug against the supple skin. usually, such an object would be a nuisance to miyeon — she despises wearing bandaids, would opt for contacts over glasses ( if she needed them ), and she’d rather stay home than ever be seen with any type of blemish ( which she’s made sure never happens — using only the best & most effective products out there, even before enterting the industry  ). but if there’s anything miyeon treasures more passionately than her beauty — it’s her talent. so, she smooths the bandages onto her skin without a frown, or a sigh — instead, her glossed petals wear a coquettish simper as she glances to the boy sat in front of her, irises gleaning with mischief ( a signature expression for a troublemaker like miyeon ! ).

       “ oppa, ” she practically purrs — voice dripping with honey as she speaks, the smirk playing on her bubblegum lips only widening as she awaits his reaction ; there’s only a year’s difference between the pair, but she insists on referring to xiao as such — she never gets tired of being a tease, after all.        “ i want to show you something, ”  she scoots closer towards him, thrusting her phone towards his face — practically in his lap at this point ( not that miyeon cares ! ). she lets out a salacious giggle, slender digits scrolling quickly through her instagram feed — until she finds the picture she was looking for, a satisfied noise spilling from her petals.        “ look at this puppy ! isn’t it soooo cute ? it’s up for adoption... ” her petals transform quickly into a dramatic pout.         “ it’s too bad i can’t have a pet. you know, being a trainee and all... ” 

      miyeon’s well aware of the effect she has on xiao. she notices how long his gaze lingers on her, or how long his touch lingers during practice — and she notices the blush that creeps along the apples of his cheeks whenever she calls him oppa, or says something even mildly flirtatious. and she loves it ; she absolutely loves it. there’s something so thrilling in making the men around her so weak — she has power, as her mother would say, and nothing tastes sweeter than knowing she could get these men ( specifically, xiao ) to do just about anything for her... even if all she wants is a cute little puppy.

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he hates awkward.

he tries to avoid it as often as he can, though he finds that in certain situations ( read: this one ) it isn’t as escapable as he’s comfortable with. eating in silence with someone else has never been comfortable for him, and the fact that it’s xiao of all people has him seconds away from experiencing a goddamn hernia. jae wants to be civil about things because, for the most part, he’s a civil guy ! but staring down at the other slurping down his pasta like he doesn’t know how he’d broken his brother’s heart, something stirs inside jae that’s far from cordial. 

there are three things he wants to say.

“no matter how quiet you are, it doesn’t escape the fact that you’re now ‘n here, xiao.” he begins coldly, hand gripping his glass of water tighter than before. “and it doesn’t escape the fact that i see ya for what y’really are.” a sip of water, a hand combing through golden hair, before eyes bore into the other ‘97 liner’s once more. “no one else may see it, but i can, and i’ll be damned if i’m just goin’ to sit pretty with the knowledge that you ? you hurt people.” one. “you’re selfish, xiao.” two. 

“and you’e a coward.” three.

🍵 / one of taewoo’s biggest regrets 

there’s a certain amount of privacy he no longer gets to enjoy, being an idol; main streets only equal sightings, and sightings equal cameras shoved up into features with urgency so unnecessary jae has half a mind to deck them where they stand ( he would never actually do it, of course; the thought has only crossed his mind once or ten times ). while he enjoys the attention, the recognition, more than anything, really, jae likes to look back on days when he could cross the street without a second thought, a hasty look back. but now wavy locks have grown all too familiar with black caps, and his mouth knows the taste of face masks more than he’d like to admit — it’s a small price to pay, he finds, but some occasions make it seem even costlier.

he’s grateful for the nearby italian restaurant, well hidden and well kept on a street he can pass by inconspicuously. jae’d grown up on various cuisines, with his mother well versed enough to cook any type of food under the sun ( tianmin seo is superwoman, after all ), but he’d always been inclined towards pasta and pizza — only the best italy had to offer. coming to korea, he and his brother had wasted no time in looking for an ideal spot, the best location for his favorite cuisine, which had led him to the very same spot he stood now: entering through familiar doors with a crooked smile lacing smug features, the air of a ‘ celebrity ‘ ( god knows how much he hates that word ) looking to satisfy his cravings. 

a waiter he’s come to know during his frequent visits gestures him over to a table with a broad smile; as the other turns his back to him eyebrows knit together as jae thinks he catches a bit of what he says — something about ‘ expecting company ‘, despite him only wanting takeout — but resolves not to think much of it; perhaps he was talking to himself, is what he reasons. but it’s a reason that soon fades, along with his smile, when the waiter now motions towards an empty table where he’d be dining by himself — except it isn’t empty, and it isn’t alone.

the familiar sight of the other boy leaves something unpleasant churning in the rapper’s stomach, and in a flash gaze grows cold. “excuse me ..“ he begins placidly, turning towards the server who had brought him to the table — except he’d seemingly evaporated, taking any opportunity of a different table with him. an english cuss leaves jae’s lips, murmured under his breath darkly as his eyes begin to size up the other again with a view of nonchalance and almost explicit distaste.