#imiyou

               strickly professional, haneul had been ready for hours — she wasn’t exactly known for taking too much time getting ready, instead, she trusted her team and they knew her enough to never disappoint in terms of styling. in other words, things were as smooth as they could be before she even knew her boyfriend would be attending the same event and would come out of the car almost at the same time. it wasn’t anything big, but there was paparazzi at the front, she was expected to present an award and just be on her own for the rest of the night. it was a fun event, one of the kind she could see a few of her friends, drink a little, mingle and appear pristine in front of the cameras to keep her fans talking for a while. meaningless, yet important for someone famous like haneul. somehow her appearance mattered for many people out there and she was happy to attend, especially when she could have a little joy while doing so. she was crossing the short walk to the car to the front of a row where media was allowed to take pictures until she could get to the venue, beautifully grinning from ear to ear, waving slightly at some people at the back, making eyes with fellow artists upfront and just taking from experience what being a good influence was like. seeing how the sky was going from orange to deep blue in minutes, it was early for many but for her, it was the best time to shoot pictures yet it was neither yet night nor day anymore. her eyes were darting to the scenery of the sky, the disarray of colors, flashes from cameras, and of people walking in, out, and about places to get a glimpse when a relatively tall and skinny figure stood right beside her, touching the back of her hand with their thumb in a fond way. the moment lasted less than seconds as they were walking, finally making way into the venue already full of people. hyuntae was the first to look upon her with a smirk, which she replied with another, they were standing side by side while taking instructions from the managers to their tables. she wasn’t exactly paying attention enough to know where her boyfriend was, what he was doing, or whatever, their lives were already concurrently as they were without having to keep tabs on one another. however, that was a pleasant surprise, in that time and space of life — of course. before she could make way to her table, haneul waved, talked, greeted many people in the way, minutes when by until she was finally advised to sit. ‘ hi. i take this is my table.’ she said right at the edge of hyuntae’s ear, sitting across from him in the table, to be honest, she could tell very much how many strings he had to pull to sit at her table. ‘ you’re costar will get jealous. ’ her head tilted to the side, looking intently at him with a playful smile. she crossed her legs behind the table without even noticing, her attention couldn’t care less if people were seeing them when they were so open about their relationship anyway. it was years ago since she was too naive, too shy, and just too egoistic not to consider her own happiness and well-being against constructed barriers of others, dumb expectations, and just hyuntae’s own stubbornness. ‘ just so you know, i didn’t come here to see you win. but if you do... congratulations are in order. not now, at least, it would be inappropriate. ’ they could chit-chat before the show started, in fancy clothes, right there before the eyes of their co-workers and a few of their fans, it definitely made her night even easier to go through.

                 no social gather in this world was a price worth being paid, in fact, woojin thought of anyone who threw luxurious parties and big events sociopaths, seekers of some sort of attention. college parties at least paid no effort into looking more than what they were: horny young adults, looking for ways to release the stress of the future in alcohol. not that he was different from both of these aspects, he liked to drink and to have sex but he much rather not do it in public or for social gain. that’s why all his sexual life was exclusive to grindr, much older guys and sometimes completely creepy but at least all of them praised secretively. while the drinking was just another friday night on his computer, sometimes watching anime and other times just the usual freelance work. therefore this was a set way off his character. the reason behind the mistrust he had in minkwan was exactly this, he would never befriend anyone ever again. and surely hunter wasn’t looking for a friend either, that question didn’t suggest a long-term connection between the two. even if a friendship wasn’t the case, he still couldn’t be less than glad and kind of warm inside since he heard those words so close to his ear making it almost impossible not to shiver. he was definitely horny, nothing less and nothing more than that. drunk, with the inability to think and very off his own space, woojin was left with little to work because all he knew from flirting was fuck and go. ‘ okay. okay. romeo take me somewhere we can be alone! ’ he shook his head a little, not dizzy which was a clear good sign. he didn’t want hunter too think he was too drunk to fuck him, he was good and wasn’t gonna waste such night and opportunity because of booze. and immediately hoped he only thought the words they actually said, because quoting taylor swift lyrics wasn’t close to being his best performance of the day. here is this beautiful, good looking and attractive stranger which he only knew on a first name basis since a few parties ago, and unintentionally since then their meetings had been occurring much often than woojin could anticipate and suddenly he is bewitched by the thought of being fucked by him so constantly that it kept him awake one day after they had a heated argument on the classroom. hoping he could be disciplined on that later, maybe he would bring the subject again just to spice the other and watch his reaction in amusement. ‘ i always knew you had a thing for me. your eyes were almost pinning me to the wall the whole night, aye? ’ his own was, that’s for sure. ‘ is your place far? i don’t mind doing in the bathroom if that’s what you're asking for.’ such a low point in woojin’s night but he wasn’t joking even if it sounded like he was. yes, he was known for using sarcasm all day every day but hunter caught him right on that since day one making it almost impossible for him to hold his own tongue back. he tried leaning against the wall to stare at the other’s eyes, but he clearly miscalculated the distance and fell right onto his own feet and at his side. his head made a big loud sound on the sticky ground and he closes his eyes definitively, because what the fuck was he doing? as hunter came to his aid almost immediately, he played dead. he much rather be now realizing the other wasn’t actually trying to fuck him and actually just take him home because of his obvious drunken state. ‘ this is it. this is how i die. horny and embarrassed.’ were his final words to the now most stupid confession he ever ought to have, while the other was reckoning the damage. when woojin finally opened his woozy red eyes, hunter was pitifully looking back and he would stay like this a little longer if he had any shame left on his soul. but of course, he didn’t and decided to dig on that lips before it was too late and before he had that shame back. that boy awoke his sexual desire more than anyone ever had, so he deserved to at least now that. he took a big fuck and kept going. he kissed hunter on that laid, hurt position and still stuck on that gross party floor for what felt like minutes, and he could swear he felt the other sucking onto him too, holding as steady as he could despite the circumstances. hunter didn’t taste like alcohol when he thought he would, actually all he could feel was his scent; he had a wood perfume that he wasn’t sure why it was so strong, yet it filled his lungs so much that he almost felt like he couldn’t breathe. he liked it way too much. but it was gone suddenly and he was kind of glad for that because that was no place to such display nor he wanted to feel more intoxicated than he already was. hunter helped him back onto his feet, even if he had to hold him still with his own body for a second. ‘ niceee. ’ with a little shy thumbs up, eyes on the floor trying to stay put woojin promised himself to never drink again or never set foot on another disgusting party not as long as hunter was still existing on this earth.

               there were a million ways that andy loved about when his breath was unsteady, the first one being when playing basketball and the second was from making out. whatever stood between these two things was the same thing that tied them together, he was always been known for liking things that kept him on the thrilling move — that didn’t mean wrong things though, he was also known for being goody shoes with a sarcastic perspective of life. nevertheless, the other part of the party was just as good with his tongue as he would expect from someone that looked like that. it would be utterly disappointing if pilkyu wasn’t just as much as he always sold, but ever since they started their on and off thing everything about the long friend of his became endearing to watch for certain reasons and different points of view. they weren’t a real thing though, which was good — no, really, andy was all about open relationships, people doing whatever they wanted with their lives and respecting each other’s spaces truly! it was alright. they were good friends. except for the parts where they lost track of time texting, then talking which turned into kissing and then the rest that came with it. andy wasn’t a virgin anymore, but he was sure he was getting better with pilkyu and actually it was pretty fun discovering what their bodies could do together if that’s really a thing you can say about fucking? either way, it was good. they were good. pretty good. in disregard of the things that they would say or think they said like that one he just heard. andy took his time to stop, he savored his best friend’s lips in a few more short kisses before smiling contently under his breath. ‘ yes, i’m a very kissable guy, hard to miss. ’  despite that not making much sense, over the way he said it, it was almost like it did or like he wasn’t so dug into the moment to hold back what was on his mind. had he mentioned how overcompensating pilkyu could be on his mind?! again, it wasn’t like he wasn’t either. he never fell short under his arms and heck kisses, they were all a humble mess of fail breaths, messy clothes, and feverish smooches. still holding his arms laid on his own bed, not giving up the position or his mind completely — he thought, at least. ‘ i’ll shut up. ’  andy whispered finally, his voice falling. ‘ just keep kissing me. ’  his eyes kept pleading shortly, kissing the other again and this time longing for it. although they weren’t ready to give in to the feeling, they were good together like that, just kissing. it didn’t have to mean more than that hopefully.

i can’t quite see what was the point of creating yehjin and chang except for — hope. literally, i feel like we wrote them because that was the kind of experience we wish we were having at the moment, way before the whole world was crashing. because hope makes us linger to something, makes us feel like we are part of something important, and beyond our tackless lives. it began as a simply joyful living couple, we totally create them out of the blue. could yehjin be a lesbian? who knows? she probably could, but i sure was hoping for you to make a boy that day, seriously i have to admit it. because i don’t know, despite having no idea what their futures hold we always have that sort of feeling for our characters and yehjin and chang was basically built on that — as many other ships were. and it was the urge to be relatable and young that they became so funny to write, so easy to describe, with newly chats (that we promise it was gonna be a thing but it wasn’t because we are moody and lazy, as they probably are too), with the feeling of the millennia. it was simpler back then though, these two young kids who find each other through the normality of their lives that being: the damn age when you’re parents want you to have a future but you so full of uncertainties that make you’re way of living kinda heavy, whoever for their luck they fond each other. yehjin always felt like the shadow of her own family greatness, because her mother is exceptionally smart, visionary while her dad is proud of the family that he has, that is two loving daughters that most likely will thrive on life. she never wanted to live for that, she didn’t wanna live to beat her parent's expectations (although i believe they never pushed her so much to it, it was just yehjin who saw it that way and i can’t even blame her for it). so chang appeared in the most troublesome time of yehjin’s life: leaving the youth years behind ahead to the possible or impossible bright adulthood. just around the same time she found out she had an older sister, who was pretty famous. honestly, i think yehjin always knew her dad was married before and that he had a life before that one, but she didn’t expect him to have a full-grown perfect daughter already. and even if she did wanna throw a tantrum, be mad at him, be mad at nayoung and at her mom for allowing that to happen, she had to admit she was not a kid anymore and doing that was just stupid. besides she was too busy know finding new friends, new things in life and even trying to find herself more. chang was a big part of that, he helped her feel at ease with being young while growing old, each time they met and they straightened their relationship it only brought more happiness and it helped her see beyond the hardships she would have to take as an adult. they became friends pretty quickly, they showed their feelings even faster and they started dating just as naturally. and it’s so funny that this bastard wasn’t ready to tell her family yet about chang, her reasons were so simple but it worked on her head. 1) it was always too soon for her, because she didn’t know what could happen in their relationship given the fact that: 2) they were too young, they could easily meet other people, fight, move away, literally anything could come between them and jeopardize their romance. 3) somehow, just somehow she wanted to be stable, cool, and ready to tell her parents that her life was gonna be great and to do that she wanted a job, education, and then a good love life. it was awesome that she found the love life before though, she was truly happy being silly and young with chang, but she had to put her responsibilities first. yehjin always puts her responsibilities, her morals, her ethics, and good guiding of life first and foremost. that was one part that made growing up with chang even more special because while they were out there studying and him trying his best to get into medicine, she was always by his side providing him the support that yes he could do it because even before her his good guides were on top. they match very subtly, not just with the fact that they are trying to grow away inevitably from their youths but you see — yehjin is cheerful, empowering, passionate, advocate, kinda judgmental, shes provokes. yet, chang is easy-going, compassionate, balanced, genuine, he eases with a tremendous facility. together they compliment each other and they trust each other with strong roots, and it’s not even complicated for them to do that. they are doing this ever since they met, take a look at how they chat, and how gentle and obvious is the way they were meant to be side by side in each project of their lives. that came just from tinder, just from messing around on the internet. the thing about them finding what compliments them is that on the large world we see online, we know there are people out that that’s gonna match with us, but not so always we have the courage to bring them to our lives. and it’s something stupid, because we should, yehjin did that time when they broke up. why was that for? was it too fast? was it too scary? to know that’s it. that’s your future right up on your alley, are you ready to face it or are you still to childish to deal with it? i think yehjin wanted to grab to that childhood, to that fear, just a little longer by trying to grow old and to see more. even chang did too. but when it’s already settled, it’s already settled. and i’m probably rambling at this point, i got out of the list long ago. but the most important thing that marks their relationship as a beautiful, unique, and natural one is the fact that they are completely allowed and most certain to dream with each other. yehjin being the force and support for chang to be a successful doctor, and chang always having hope like everyone does that yehjin was indeed built for greatness, they both always were. together they are basically invincible based on the fact that they rely on each other, they want nothing but good things for their lives. (quick pause, because i just remember of long live and how the fuck didn’t i put them as this song shut up!!) the dreams, the hopes, the memories, the promises, their sweet youthful love combining with their lovely amazing future that’s set to be a journey through another and many, many other things that define them as the most realistic fairytale of all.

                     years ago the feeling of missing home was one that minhye did not expect to experience ever in her life. in fact, she was not the kind of person who would go around feeling the sorrow of the things that happened in her life and around her, she was used to fighting to overcome whatever the universe threw at her because that was her best coping mechanism. it was no use trying to figure out why that was probably her motto, as living each day a new comedy inspired by the tragedy of yesterday. but nothing was as much rewarding as taking that plane back to south korea with her newborn, she was much herself a new woman, one that saw the death in the eyes and said not today, champ. with a victory in her arms, a thriving new perspective in life, and the not so bad company of jukan. it was days now between waking up in the middle of the night, breastfeeding, tiresomeness, tried to look presentable for videos and all at once just being grateful for being in the place she knew she belonged. one with her dogs that she could call home. not once in new york she saw the beauty portrayed by her own vision waking up to the birds chipping — the green leaves of her backyard burying the vision of the new glowing sun of the other side of the world, the one she loved more than any other sun around. they were still slaves to the jet leg after almost a years spend in the united states that were probably something to expect from their new routine, but after sleeping so much in the hospital sick and then being pregnant, annoyed and completely tired locked up in an apartment — the last thing minhye wanted was to collapse into the old days. the best part of being back, despite everything else she already thanked for all the time, was the sleeping hazard next to her in her bed. jukan had a very weird sleeping habit of laying on his back and wasn’t the type of person to sleep with his mouth open, so for most, it was almost like he was dead and waking up to someone who looked like they were in a coffin had become extremally alluring with time. throwing her weight on his belly and lying on top of him almost completely to wake him up, minhye was still trying to do the least kind of noise not to set up sunny still peacefully sleeping in the crip a few feet away. — she was still too attached to let her sleep in her own room. that was what jukan said, but she knew he was too just used to all their cuddling after their baby girl was born. hugging his body down her now, minhye used of her charms to keep cuddling, suddenly the waking him up with a million forced kisses all over his face. when he finally started protesting like he was used to, she just stopped to appreciate the view of his face all covered in debating whether or not he should push her away. ‘ don’t fight it, you knew what you were signing up to. ’ she whispered with a melodic still rusty voice, then throwing herself to kiss him on the lips a few more times. jukan could finally put a stop or just gave up to it, either the rest of the party came running into the room like a pack of wild wolves who found their favorite toy. raiden — the once puppy minhye adopted in new york to keep their company after months of being imprisoned, as she would call it — jumped in bed like he was the owner of the godamn house, interrupting the moment to steal all the attention to him and cuddle around jukan. no other way than stopping on the account, she began petting god morning to raiden in the bed while they were all still so close together. ‘ hey, i was the one who took you in! if it were for him you would be still all alone in the horrible, horrible country. ’ she still shut her voice to the minimum careful of sunny’s sleep, playing with her dog that was trying to bury himself in jukan’s face. being able to deal with all that amount of kids was not easy, but it was for sure one of her favorite things to do discover in life proving that their so-called home was yet to get the days even better and better — perhaps this was then the universal message of the destiny for her though, it wasn’t nothing she couldn’t handle after all. 

                  ‘ just tell me how... ’ billie paused mid-sentence, finally sitting on the couch with the bowl of popcorn in his hands. being way too familiar with the scenery already and way too close to wankyun for his own good, his legs were all scooched together in a very comfy position and the sips of the soda were only inches away in the coffee table upfront, it was almost like another day in their world if you count all the adversity of the situation for most people including billie being pretty famous and wankyun wearing an electronic anklet. it was a match made in heaven — or actually just by the coincidence of being not wanted by the people who place them in the world. either way, the flamboyant was happy to spend time with his old friend even if it could have been arranged in better circumstances, he was not one to fight destiny though. ‘ tell me how did you never watched pretty woman? ’ he was just being his happy pill fucker, but that didn’t stop him from answering his own question just a few seconds after asking. ‘ it’s so good, seriously. ’ it wasn’t so bad, being so close and cozy together. even though he could act clingy and stupid sometimes going over the facts of their friendship and probably abusing of his own feelings to get closer to the other, it wasn’t like wankyun had many choices for visitors and after all that time he was probably the only person that was costumed to billie without judgment which was something that held a smile on the back of every day that they were catching up from lost time. ‘ if you don’t love it, i’ll have to unfriend you, unfortunately. so even if you hate it you’re gonna have to fake it for me, understood?! ’ he held the tv control before pressing play because even though he was acting all funny and condensed all the time, he wasn’t joking around with pretty woman. that movie held a special place in his heart because nayoung and him bonded over friday nights watching it while eating cookies, she sharing details and stories of her past like she probably never did to anyone made the boy live through her stories and felt some kind of belonging to that feeling, a grateful overview to the people that helped him be the person he was today. that wasn’t the kind of story he was ever gonna share though because billie had a reputation to keep as the overenthusiastic boy that overcome his upbringings or because he just whished to keep the secret to himself, every little moment was to precious to pass down on words to people that just wouldn’t understand. after the serious and yet mischievous look on his eyes he gave to his childhood best friends before playing the movie, billie signed with content watching it began but didn’t hold the thoughts that just came and spitted out seconds later. ‘ or we could just make out through it and you could have an even better reason to love it. ’ he murmured fastly without looking over the other, eyes still glued to the television trying to make him wonder if he really just said that. he did, that’s why a minute later he looked over giggling cutely over julia roberts on the tv. he already had great memories with it, maybe it was time to make new ones too.

                 with her two hands holding’s his gaze on her, having all the attention she wanted to say: ‘ you still have a little frosting on your face.’ and then letting him go by laughing and going back to eat her piece of cake in silence. it a really cozy afternoon inside their apartment, the weather was nice which made the sun hit right through their faces while they craved for something sweet that was inside the fridge. eleanor wasn’t a good cook but she knew a great bakery just around the corner of the neighborhood, so not only to spoil herself but to ruin zeev’s diet she would always have the most outrageous desserts at home. not only it was fun to feed her favorite person on the whole world, but it was a constant topic of conversation between them: the flavors regarding the sweets, also the shared of affection that was those moments. she looked through him with her crossed eye, trying to make the best of it while he was not looking, just focused on his piece of strawberry cake with marshmallows. there was something so loving and yet childish of the fact that, even though zeev was the one that took care of a whole group with men and had this put-together career of a selling idol, he still would eat like a child. and with her heart eyes almost jumping of her face, eleanor giggled once again alone, making his eyes meet hers in question and the same amount of amusement. ‘ oh my god. here. let me help you.’ she said, picking his face up, but this time she didn’t quite let go as she licked his lips in sweet devotion, proceeding to kiss it more tenderly a few seconds later. the kiss that was just supposed to show affection, ended up interviewing in their not wanting to let go moment. where both of them were leaning for more, suddenly her hands were reaching for closure in his chest and he was providing for it while holding here waist up to his seat, she was up for a split of a second still passionately kissing him just to let her legs crossed paths with his perfectly matching on his lap. it’s like they were meant to be in such position from the beginning, her pointy pretty nails were fuzzing his hair with her hands and everything was slow, tender, and sweet, definitely not because they were just eating dessert.