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“mom,”  he begins, carefully, deliberately, before he lets his unspoken concerns weigh between the spaces of his words,

( how are you? how’s dad? how are my siblings? how many siblings haven’t i met yet? if i apologize for my absence, will i be forgiven?    i feel lonely without all of you. )

but he ends the heavy silence in dry humor,  "you won’t miss me if you think of me always.   let’s meet up soon.“

     She wasn’t in the mood for jokes, not after finally seeing him for after a long time passed. Usually, she’d laugh. She was one to laugh easily, fill the room with loud noises upon every small thing that amused her but not today. Was it because she was upset that he didn’t talk to her? Was it because she was sad about the fact that he didn’t tell her he’d leave? Or was it because she was disappointed, knowing that it was once again her reaching out to others. Did he even miss her the way she did? 

And while she didn’t ask these questions, not a single one, they still lingered in her head as she flicked his forehead with tears in her eyes. “ You’re stupid. ” It was all she could say for a moment, all that her usually big vocabulary let her mind find. All she could muster before her arms wrapped around his middle, the height difference of the two allowing her to hide her nose in his chest. 

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“listen, why don’t you have a go at it instead then?” it comes out more grumpily than she intends, but she can’t help it, you see– there’s a bit of a situation presented before them.  said situation comes in the form of a pitiful excuse of a batch of cupcakes they’ve retrieved from the oven.  she prods tentatively at one of them and watches the entire thing ooze apart.  huh.  obviously, somewhere in the process they’d gotten lost in translation.  or something of the sort.

in the end she carries it over to the trash can and bids a solemn farewell- au revoir, my hopes and dreams of being a chef.  “should we just go out and buy a box?” not that she wants to admit defeat, but after waiting for hours on end for this has her stomach grumbling in discontent.  

“ah, of course i can!” bashful laughter bubbles softly out of the idol’s mouth, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. ripples of excitement burns brightly in her gaze as she glances around for a pen, perking her head up in curiosity. “uh.. i could sign anywhere, really, you can pick where, just tell me if you want me to add some sort of special message for your ‘friend’.” 

“is it the music that’s playin’ that’s helpin’ y’fall asleep?” she mumbles, looking over the hill that they were sitting on. in the distance, there was a concert taking place. concerts... it’s been a while since hyejung has experienced one. it brings back a feeling of nostalgia-- maybe she could go to another concert soon. that is, if she’s not too busy with school and her private life. a long sigh slips out, her palms are against the grass under them as she looks up at the stars. hyejung randomly counts them in different areas, was it true that the people who died were a star? stars were.. dead anyways. in some cases they were. tthat’s what she’s heard. 

back to inseong, she chuckles. “uh. i mean.. if y’don’t mind the nightlife creatures that wander around here at night, an’ m’not only talkin’ about animals, then go for it. don’t look at me t’trust if y’do fall asleep an’ need t’go home. i ain’t carryin’ ya, although that would be my workout for tonight. win-win, possibly.” she takes a glance at the venue yet again. the music was playing loud enough for them to hear in the distance, truly wonderful. 

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at first kihyun doesn’t bother to spare insseong a glance. he’s still walking, hands tucked into his pockets, eyes looking for something, anything. maybe he’s searching for an answer that will get the male to stop asking but alas nothing comes. he didn’t think it would.

it’s not that late but it’s late for early nights-in. late even for all-nighters cramming into the last few weeks of the school. it’s far too late for two boys to be out on the town and way too late for him to be asking questions his mind can’t process when he’s this mellow. he’s not even focused on the path just some mindless destination. inseong had a right to be worried, every right! but damn did he have to voice it.

kihyun’s voice comes out unused, slurred. “the fact that you find the need to ask if you’d regret it states you already know me as a person who’d take you to places you’d regret.” he’s not even drunk that’s the lazy part about it all. he doesn’t have the decency to turn and face the male just talking and looking. talking and walking. looping around and jumping over with insseong following suit.

“honestly, with all that doubt I don’t know why you still come to hang out with me.” it’s probably the chicken. “I don’t work at the chicken place anymore.” he pokes his tongue out at the male even though life seems to be poking at him constantly nowadays.

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my opinion on;

character in general: INSEONG... PRECIOUS CHILD FROM ABOVE... I love him a lot I really do his character is so nicehow they play them: GR8 LIKE...hes so unique imo ?? and your righting is rlly gr8 ..?? 10/10the mun: AN ANGEL ?? WH ??? i haven’t known / interacted with you very long but really u seem like such a sweetie.

do i;

follow them: OF COURSE ALWAYSrp with them:  WE HAD A THREAD... but i think it died ... ripwant to rp with them: ALWAYS............ship their character with mine: inseong/koemi seems cute but IF THERES CHEMISTRY honestly this question is gonna be the same on like everyones 

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