#hrjisoo

prompt.

→ flattery can get many people into many places. in this situation, misook is in a good mood and willing to entertain the stranger. while his looks need some refining, she can appreciate the man’s hidden attractiveness. plus, her husband had just left and, ever scorned by her situation every time she was reminded of it, she was in the mood to play. 

the whole of south korea knows of her marriage and yet, misook is still bold. she rests her chin in the palm of her hand and looks up at the man from beneath her lashes. she smile is slow and not unlike a cat about to pounce. she’s making attempts now to draw the man into her game and she dearly hopes he’ll be willing to play. 

“why don’t you have a seat and tell me what seems to be so perfect?”

Daehyun hums softly as he pokes the onions around in the pan with a wooden spoon. He had finally managed to find some time for himself which means that he had gone to the grocery store and bought enough stuff for him to cook some meals for the week. Even though he didn’t do it often because he barely had the time in between his studies and his job, he really did like cooking. He used to watch his mom cook when he was younger, and he’d help her too, his mom more than happy to have him participate. So she thought him what she knew.

He reaches for the vegetables he had cut and prepared earlier and tosses them into the pan to join the onions. He then glances at the tablet propped nearby to re-read the instructions, as if he didn’t check them each time he was done with a step. While the vegetables cook, he moves to start preparing the meat. That’s what he’s doing when he feels a presence behind him. Now, he normally doesn’t have any problems with people stepping into his personal space, except when he’s studying or if it’s someone he really doesn’t want near him, but what unsettles him right now is that the person doesn’t say anything.

He continues to cut the meat, pretending that the other person isn’t there. He knows that logically, it has to be one of his roommates, who else would it be if not them? A murderer, his mind so helpfully supplies, and he almost rolls his eyes at himself. He expects the person to grab something from the fridge, but no, they just hover near him without saying anything!! So Daehyun slowly sets his knife down and whirls around so fast that he catches Jisoo’s surprised look.

His poor roommate looks like a deer caught in headlights. “What are you doing just staying there all silent?” Daehyun asks him, but there’s not an ounce of reproach in his tone. He’s surprised, but he’s also happy because it’s not often that Jisoo comes close to him like this, to the point of invading his personal space. It’s usually the other way around. It’s usually Daehyun invading Jisoo’s space, worming his way closer to the older, hoping to make him smile and brighten his day a little so he can lose a bit of that tension he always seems to carry in his shoulders.

“It smelled good,” Jisoo mumbles and Daehyun can’t help but grin before he says “What did? Me? Or the food?” and then he starts chuckling because the older now looks so flustered. “Would you like to have a taste?” And when he sees Jisoo’s eyes widening, he quickly adds, “the food hyung. Would you like to taste the food.” He’s pretty sure that the tips of his ears are bright red so he quickly turns his back to the other and focuses on quickly stirring the vegetables in the pan. Surprisingly, he still feels Jisoo’s presence, which means the other didn’t escape this awkward situation. As a matter of fact, he soon feels the older leaning a bit against him so he can have a better view of what Daehyun has been cooking.

“Uh, excuse me, is this seat taken?” His voice sounds unnaturally small and he knows why, but he doesn’t need other people to know. It’s one thing to be proud of his sick habits, but he’s not stupid enough to share them with the rest of the world. Not that this does anything to solve the constant spinning of the space around him and the floor feeling like a ship deck wherever he goes. He’s wobbly on his legs -- people might think he’s drunk or high or both. He’s neither, but he is really tired, just having spent an entire night cramming for some test he knows he’s barely going to pass.

The boy is clutching his backpack. It’s pink with cartoon clouds on it. The kind with cute drawn faces on them. Eun-Jae has bought it the other day because he thought it was pretty, ignoring the stares he got from some old couple as he enthusiastically held the bag in his arms. It doesn’t take much to make the student happy -- his entire life he’s been taught to believe that materialistic items are there to comfort him and keep him content. Perhaps his plushy collection is the biggest example of this.

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[sms] jisoo → seungwoo: you and me both…. [sms] jisoo → seungwoo: i’m trying to put myself out there but it is rly painful [sms] jisoo → seungwoo: like going against my natural rhythm. i think its killing me. i should probably just hermit inside my room. for the next 10 years. hbu. [sms] jisoo → seungwoo: dont worry i’d let you come over . .. . we could have. cup noodles. 

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Daehyun had been keeping his eyes on Jisoo for a while now. His older roommate had unknowingly become the main subject of Daehyun’s study, which was about Jisoo’s habits. After weeks of subtle observing, he came to the conclusion that his roommate was stuck in an extremely boring routine of home-work-home repeat ad infinitum. This was unacceptable and something had to be done about it. Of course, Daehyun knew that no one else but him could take this matter into their hands.

He waited until Thursday evening, because he didn’t have classes on Friday, so this was the perfect time for his plan. Jisoo returned from work and as usual they all had dinner at different times as they rarely managed to coordinate their meal times. His older roommate had just sunk onto the couch when Daehyun put his plan into action. He was already dressed to go out, tight jeans and a black button up shirt that was a bit sheer, and his hair styled up and giving him a more mature look than the soft one he usually gives when his hair is down. He threw himself onto the couch, right next to Jisoo and sidled up to him, grabbing his arm and resting his chin on the boy’s shoulder.

ROSALEE AHN, 24

Hwaryung, SK

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yujin was not one to attend events simply because he was invited.

declining was something he’s gotten good at over the years, but his skill seemed to need some refinement as mr. lee managed to rope him into attending the exhibit, regardless of his personal inhibitions. and yujin, who was all for snarky comments but not for disrespecting his elders, decided to bite his tongue and bide his time as he wandered around the campus grounds.