#joazun

right now! (/ yells loudly as he opens the door with a large grin ) hi hyung! 

She doesn't mind the cold brushing along her cheeks, caressing the skin with a gentle touch whenever she walks past people silently to wait. Naeun isn't waiting for something nor someone in particular, she's waiting for the day to pass by so when she settles into the warmth of her sheets she'll instantly fall into a proper slumber. Her coat rests over the shoulders down to cover her entire petite figure, walking down the path as the grains of dirt was pushed away to the sides.

The female doesn't visit the park like she used to, she tends to avoid them because it brings her memories whether she can vividly remember them or it's a hazy image in her mind. Nonetheless, it's the only place she finds comfort therefore those thoughts were forcefully pushed away. A mist of fog falls out of her lips when they part an inch away from one another. "Excuse me." Is what slips out afterwards, not sure if the particular stranger heard her or not but she didn't want to fall into his space without given permission.

They didn't meet eye to eye, when her gaze falls over to the wooden bench she can practically feel someone's gaze directed to her frame up to her visage. Taking a step forward, she placed herself on the seat besides him. Lips pressed together nervously, pearly whites grazing along the bottom lip and she says nothing more to him. He must be listening to music hence is why he didn't say a word to her but he didn't -- he's just there sitting there.

And for some odd reason, Naeun couldn't exactly press a finger upon the situation but the feeling's quite familiar to her. The movements, the date of it wasn't clear in her mind either. Hesitantly she peers over his direction, capturing a quick glance despite her being quite afraid to do so but he looks like someone she knows. The woman can't recall his name but it's practically resting on the tip of her tongue. Delusional is what she thinks but it isn't a dream.

Ah now I’m speechless. [ ⇢ he curls the corners of his lips into a small smile ]

I'm just telling the truth. /she grins, reaching to pinch his cheek lightly/ I wasn't able to watch you train but I was there during your showcase..s and I know for a fact that you can be sexy when you have to. And then go back to being cute Jongin after.

[ ⇢ walking towards her, he finally wraps both arms around her slim waist, letting a small sigh after ] Thank you, I really need it.

◎ -- It's raining and my muse finds yours outside completely drenched and crying.

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Untied shoelaces flicker with leftover drops of rain as hurried steps clammer against pave that is completely soaked to its core. He's late coming back from the convenience store; but assuming that there'll be nobody even at the dorm to pick at his poor punctuality, he finds himself at a slow once the cross road appears. 

The light flashes red and he's off again, the entrance towards the complex coming into view. There are children nearby splashing into the puddles; grouchy elders standing on their front porches complaining about who knows what. It's the usual sight on a gloomy evening in Seoul and for the first time in awhile it drags on his shoulders too. 

However, he doesn't find the sound of what appears to be crying that familiar. He's just turning the corner towards the entrance of their complex before a curled up figure appears in view, a dark hoodie draped over their shoulders. Their head is down, tucked between two knobby knees and he can tell that they're trembling; not from the chill of the rain but from the mere burden of tears and soft whimpering. 

He blinks, quickening his pace before he realizes just who it is. Jongin. 

The umbrella tightens in his own grip and his friend's cries only grow louder as the distance between them comes to a close. It's heart wrenching, just by the way their unspoken sorrow travels through the air. Sehun can't help but find himself at a loss for words as he kneels before their shivering frame; hands still masking a tear-stained visage. 

The younger gently reaches forward and clasps his fingers around Jongin's thin wrists, jaw dropping ever so slightly at the sight of swollen eyelids and cracked lips. Jongin turns away, head resting against the brick wall in exhaustion. His breath is shaky and uneven, the occasional attempt at choking back a sob emitting from his throat. 

The silence continues to grow deafeningly loud and there are no words that can be exchanged; just brief moments of eye contact and intertwined finger tips that keep the crying at bay. They don't need to even speak, one being there for the other has always been more than enough. 

“And if we’re going to work together, you might wanna try using your brain a little bit.” Sehun laughs under his breath whilst eyeing the spherical object between his hands. Moments ago they’d just been locked in a prison, almost having been murdered at the hands of criminals; criminals who thirsted to have blood on their hands. 

But thanks to a certain, furry scowl-faced raccoon they were able to handily escape, with the infinity stone tucked safely away within the ship. At this speed, other foreign beings wouldn't suspect them of any suspicious movement; however, it didn't sit too well with Drax who was busy sharpening his knives. 

{ SMS ▻ 종인키 ; I'm out buying a banana milk.