‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ❛ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ what ? are you talking to me ? i really was not listening. it isn’t that i don’t care what you were saying except that it is. ‍ ‍ ‍ ❜

‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍yon is ... not the best at communicating. she’s trying. most her nonchalant attempts at forming words seem to come together as an offensive attack regardless the context of that conversation. lifeless eyes blink up at the male, waiting for a response. she’s uncertain if she wants to hear what he had to say a second time, but he was quite interesting to look at, so she didn’t mind all that much.

[ from here! ]

> i- > wait, what thing? > oi, jiwon? > jiwon? > princess? > babe?

< one sec, i’m paying rn :)

it takes several minutes for the next message to come in, and the little floating dots may as well be the chime of laughter from his end.

[ from here! ]

> i did a lot when i was back in the uk > y'know. that time when i left? > all i know is - life would be pretty shitty > if i never met you.

it takes a good few seconds before he’s typing his last message.

> ..what about you?

< i’d be miserable

the answer is instantaneous, like he’d been expecting the question. like he’s been thinking about this for hours. maybe even all day.

a taste of honey starters: ACCEPTING! | @goddamnfaded

vesper finds him, predictably, in the dance studio. both jiwon’s boss and the last of his students left over an hour ago, leaving him to lock up for the night, but he’d lingered too long to resist the siren call of the lonely sound system and newly polished mirrors. in anticipation of the walk home, jiwon sticks to simple turns and footwork, traveling the room in neat figure-eights ‘til he loses track of time. he’s in the middle of a back walkover, toes pointed skyward, when vesper walks in with takeaway and ice cream from the shop next door. just minutes later, they’re sat in the middle of the room with a box of fried chicken and daikon radish between them. the routine should be so familiar, but this is far from the first time jiwon’s missed several calls because he’d gotten caught up in practice. at least he isn’t writhing on the floor in pain tonight. they’re in a heated debate over whether raisins belong in bread when the power suddenly goes out, drowning the studio in a foreboding silence—and then vesper says that.

And that was all he had to give, it was pathetic really. The self-aggrandizing little shtick that everyone seemed to believe in, even he did sometimes. Was a weak ploy of illusion and weakness. Too much was there, the past had grabbed onto the fleeing future and chaotic present, that it was hard, almost impossible even to distinguish one from the other. The p a s t was ever-present, and the irony was not lost on him.

“ And even if I wanted to dump all of this on someone else, who would be stupid enough to take it?”

     There is no hint of hesitation when she grabs Vesper by the collar and slams him into his chair. “Get your act together or I’ll make sure I will gut your insides out and turn you into a flesh suit.” She grinds her teeth together before the tension onto his collar is released and she gives him a gentle pat on the cheek. A taunting laugh rolls off her tongue and disappears right away into the seriousness of the situation.

     “I own your soul now.”  █████ folds the paper until it’s small enough to fit into the inside pocket of her long coat. 

(continued from here!)

their friendship may be questionable. vesper is always the one bugging jiwon, but now they are paired with one another for a school project that vesper cannot afford to get any low points or he’ll never hear the end of it from his father. (and he would much rather not deal with an angry father at that) it’s already bad enough that vesper is working with a vampire, but he never really cared for it. it’s just annoying to hear his father go on and on about how wolves are not to work with vampires and all that — bullshit.

vesper puts down the little screw he was working with and when jiwon states ‘i’m very uncomfortable right now.’ vesper lets out a little sigh when the screw falls as he sets down his screwdriver and turns his attention to jiwon. he doesn’t say anything just yet, only looks at jiwon and normally vesper would be commenting something, his usual remarks to bring up a bicker and to visibly annoy jiwon with his presence and just. “uncomfortable as in.. like, with that one dude that wouldn’t leave you alone or is it something else?”

things are.. weird. all his life, he’s been told nothing of wolves aside from the ‘fact’ that they eat garbage and smell worse. now, he’s not only been partnered with one for a project, but he’s also friends with one. perhaps that’s too far of a leap, too strong a term. maybe they fall somewhere between acquaintances and proper friends. they more than tolerate each other, but they don’t spend nights or study at each other’s places. but jiwon can’t identify a word to appropriately encapsulate this limbo they’re in, so— friends.