#krxyeri

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not being able to sleep wasn’t a normal occurrence for him, but it did happen from time to time. changsun had spent the past two hours just tossing and turning under his sheets and though he was tired he just couldn’t seem to close his eyes and drift off. and that was bothering him, as was the feeling that he was alone and he couldn’t seem to get comfortable no matter how much he managed to wiggle around. in the end, in his sleep deprived mind made up a decision and that is why he was no standing outside yeri’s apartment in the early hours of the morning. 

he fought back a yawn, hugging his pillow a little closer to his chest, glasses slipping down all the way to the end of his nose. it was a miracle he had even remember to put them on so he could at least see where he was going, though had forgotten his shoes the first time around and had to go back for them, though they were hardly put on properly and he had basically just shoves his bare feet into the holes and was standing on the back of them. 

▤ = falling asleep on them .♣ = discovering them crying .

Hyungwon woke with a start, eyes wide open. That was... Well, it wasn't his dream, that was normal enough, but it was the dream of someone he knew. He looked to the side and found the reason why. Yeri, with a frown on her normally angelic face, was slumped against his side. Guess he couldn't say anything for stealing her couch again. Hyungwon brushed her hair back before noticing the wetness on her lashes, and he frowned as well. Right, the dream. 

ASK MEME ◎ ⇢   (dae taking care yeri)Jongdae KNOWS he’s going to have grey hair soon. Between his brother driving him nuts with concern and Yeri (actually) growing up and becoming what she calls ‘an adult’, he has a lot to worry about. She says he worries too much, he says he doesn’t worry enough and now that she’s whining while curling up under the blankets, he sighs. There is a lot of willpower in him to prevent him from uttering an ‘I told you so’ when she tells him that her throat hurts. He can walk around without a jacket in -10º, not her!

“Take these,” He says, offering her two tablets and a glass of water. She whines when she has to move; he whines back when he has to insist for her to take those. It runs in the family, he knows.

He places his hand over her forehead to feel her temperature. It’s still warm, but not as much as before and the pills will take care of it. “Want another blanket?” He asks, but she shakes her head after swallowing the water and the pills. Jongdae takes the glass, places it on the nightstand and pulls the covers until there’s nothing but puppy eyes a red nose peeking out of it. She’s still curled up and he gets up, makes a beeline to the other side of the bed and climbs up. “Come here, I’ll warm you up, kid” He sits next to her, tugging her cocooned self towards him so he can wrap an arm around her frame. She curls up again but this time, against him because he is warmer than any blanket could be and just as comforting.

To: Yeri

@krxyeri

Travelling with photography equipment had never been high up on Eve’s list of favourite things to do.  Sure, it wasn’t like she had to cart around filming equipment, and sure, the bag containing her most precious belongings was only the size of a bulky satchel.  But team that with her everyday bag and Seoul’s Metro system which was rarely lax of people and it often became an awkward dance of trying to fit into a small as space as possible.  If the roads weren’t such a nightmare and double the travel time she would definitely apply for her licence.

Today’s trip though was worth the awkward bows and apologies as she tried to squeeze through a set of businessmen and a tourist with three suitcases.  For one, it was a chance to get her name out there.  For another, it was extra money.  And probably the most importantly she would get to see Yeri.  The two had crossed paths at several events and through doing so had struck up a friendship, so when the florist messaged her asking if she wanted to take photos of a stall at one of Seoul’s biggest wedding showcases there was no possible answer other than yes.

When the train pulled in at her stop she extracted herself with another round of apologies and walked the 500 metres up the street to the venue.  It was a relatively large centre that boasted a giant flapping canvas stuck to the side advertising the day’s wedding event.  Maybe next year she’d be able to have her own stall at it.  Hoisting her bag further up her shoulder she made her way inside, pausing by the layout map until she spotted the designated area for Floralis and weaved through the crowd towards it.

Hyungwon glanced down at his phone, double checking the address in the e-mail. It wasn't everyday that he picked up a classifieds ad, but it wasn't everyday that one asked for a model. It didn't look that difficult either, sounding more like the owner needed a few simple pictures or something, nothing like taking his shirt off and being covered in body glitter while trying not to wilt under the spotlight. And a quick internet search showed that the shop itself looked cute and totally harmless. He might even buy some flowers for himself before he leaves.