#kiddaeng

really what?

I told you it’s okay to microwave marshmallows why do you keep doubting me?

...you’re making that face. how can i not doubt you? ah, hyung... this is really your favorite hobby, isn’t it?

( x )

"yeah- if i go down, i'm taking you down with me.  kim jisoo won't leave without a  fight!" not that there'd be one, and even if she did she'd probably lose horribly-- the mere thought of it has her cringing before she takes the seat across from him and steals his now-unoccupied chopsticks.  she's an unapologetic food thief; he, as always, is her favorite target.  

an explanation, internalized and left simply at that: downing all that caffeine probably wasn't the best idea, but when you're so sleep-deprived that you struggle to differentiate between dreams and reality, the downsides don't seem so bad.  these past few weeks have been bogged down with activities and her body's been struggling to keep up.  it's not so bad, but she could do without feeling as if she could knock out at a moment's notice.  probably wouldn't be a pretty sight.

"let me think..." her expression's solemn (her acting abilities have improved tremendously- or so she thinks), pausing mid-bite to pretend to contemplate. "i just want to tell them how much i love them, and how even when i'm gone i'll be there in spirit.  the jisoo legacy must live on!" she unceremoniously knocks the empty cup against his lips.  "and i'll make sure they know that you, my traitor of a friend, left me to die my untimely death.  shame on you."

(track)

they’re on the right side of the city at the wrong time. the waters ripple as a gust of wind passes by but she hardly notices the incoming chill, too busy laughing at him to notice. her hands are sticky from 떡볶이, the paper cup fisted in one hand before she lobs it at the side of his head- stop acting stupid, stupid. she’s getting dizzy; the ferris wheel in the distance blurs in a whirlwind of colors, and soon she loses focus of him, too. 

weak. 

shut up.

(sometimes nights pass easily like this, a couple drinks and daehyun’s obnoxious grin, city life just a few blocks away but somehow much farther than they remember.)

you kind of look like an asshole now.

shut up.

from a distance they’re an unlikely pair, his t-shirt and her marshmallow coat, but tonight they’re just kids.  they stumble away from the shore and onto the sand. her stomach hurts. it feels good, though- like a day hadn’t passed between them.

seoul’s always bigger than she remembers. she’s getting used to the constant change from once city to the next, different people and sights. but it’s times like this that she remembers how good it feels to be in one place. carefree. careless.

there are three reasons daehyun likes visiting YG.

number one is opportunity. not like slinking around underground and grasping for the top. when daehyun goes on stage he’s not grasping for anything. not dreams or fame or glory. he’s really pulling from himself and giving to the world. he can’t do that out in the open and he doesn’t want to. the opportunity given here is more of a settlement. it’s a way to ease and calm everything in a way that only he can understand. put another way, he’s selfish.

number two? the dancers. daehyun’s not much of a dancer, he can get through a house party with a few moves but that’s it. the dancers, the epitome of God showing off? HI-TECH, Kwon Twins, CRZY, all favorites of his and for one reason and one reason only. attraction that he can only hope is mutual. obvious admiration that he sneaks in as he stands by the practice room, waiting and subtly watching them pass by. well, he’s shameless.

number three! the very person he’s waiting on, jennie. he’s always in the mood to visit jennie, whether she’s exhausted and berating him for being late or, surprising him with both hands squishing his face….like now. so he’s been caught staring…again. it’s not the first nor the last. so he smiles, lifts his hands to squish her cheeks right back.

“jennie-aaaaahhh, you’ve got to learn to appreciate the finer things in life. calling me a pervert is not appreciating me.”

appalled by the comment, the blatant self brag, jennie quickly lets go of his squished face and pulls at his wrists to let hers go which eventually comes undone after a couple of nudges. “i appreciate you but you totally are!” she says with a pout. she doesn’t remember when this semi-routine started or the exact reason why it did, but at this point it’s become their only means of bonding. daehyun comes and goes. to match with that, jennie’s schedule doesn’t allow her to meet up with friends as freely and frequently as she’d like.

so their dynamic has become this:

daehyun promises to arrive a certain time at the company. jennie forgets he even said anything and finishes off with her duties. daehyun finally arrives eons later and she remembers they were supposed to hang out. 

she is grateful that adjustments have been made, there was no question to that. back then, jennie moped around often because of her inefficacy with maintaining friendships. now it’s thanks to friends like daehyun who tries a little more for her that she’s able to still have stable relations outside her group and her romantic one. but as all things would have, there were downsides. just like any other friendships, balanced by pros and cons.

daehyun is a bit annoying and jennie is a finicky person. it’s not so much a good fit, anyone would think. he had the kind of humor that would make jennie’s eyes roll. regardless of it all being in good nature, it normally ruffled her feathers.

shake it off. shake it off.

there's nothing everyone loves quite as much as him, who is very much like the comforting, perfect canvas for creativity.

buttons, pressed buttons. he wakes up and does that. half of the people who hears of it earns their respective, mini heart attacks.

they yell their cheers in their uncool lunch tables, drinking their marble sodas and eating their burnt rice.

the rice is still burnt. then he's in an elevator by himself, thinking wasabi could get him up in the skies and it's pasta that has to bring him back.

she’ll join him with no worry. she’ll frankenstein him an upgrade.