#multimusemess

Originally he had asked Chan to go out to eat with him, but after about ten minutes of ‘it’s okay, I understand’ and a ‘Min, I’m sorry I’ll make it up to you’ with chuckles shared between them, he kissed him to shut him up and tell him to get going to the practice room before the two younger ones started getting suspicious. Chan had already been running late. So he asked Woojin, who only agreed when the younger told him they could get chicken. It made him happy. So now they sat at a chicken restaurant in their own little worlds, only occasionally saying something if they find it funny. He can’t help but smile widely to himself when he answers fairly quickly.

[Text: Roo-Roo ❤️] I told you, Chrissy~ It’s okay. Woojinie-hyung went with me, so I’m not alone.

What he should’ve been doing was continuing to draw choreography plans or even out doing something, not sprawled on the floor having a midlife crisis at twenty-one. But here he is. His tail swishes underneath him in mild annoyance, primarily because he knows why he’s asking it but he’s not going to explain.

The elder moves to hover over him. When did he get back? “The short end of it is yes..at least I think so?” He can’t help but laugh, a short and dry laugh, almost mocking himself. “But you heard what I asked, yeah? Mind offering your take?” Eyes lift directly up into his, not backing down even with the feeling of butterflies in his stomach. 

[Text: Leader-hyung] I don’t want to talk

[Text: Leader-hyung] I’m alright, I promise

[Text: Leader-hyung] Jisungie mentioned that 3racha was going to be busy tonight

All he wanted to do was ask a simple question of the elder. Not even anything too far-fetched; it was simple ‘what is the best thing to do for someone you love?’ Nothing wrong with it at all, right? But no. Now he’s here screaming because his hyung is stark naked and hard with a camera in front of him to get a selfie.

Daniel had dealt with this for what felt like forever; Jisung, supposedly his best friend in the entire world beside Seongwu, constantly going off and sleeping with complete strangers. It didn’t bother him at first. But then they saw each other less, and then they talked less, and eventually it only felt that Jisung wanted him around for when he had burnt himself out and actually wanted genuine human contact.

So many talked like they knew Jisung. Like they suddenly knew everything about him because they slept with him once. Suddenly the other party was in love with him and wanted more. It was unfair, if you ask Daniel. He’s pretty sure a few of them wanted real relationships or even more. But he’s sure he’s heard a few just wanting him as their new friend. That was Daniel’s place.

It hurt.

He was young back then. To be fair, the stylists didn’t know how to style a young boys hair as anything other than a coconut or a bowl. At least he got...uggggh. You can’t turn that hair to a positive experience even if you try.

It was horrible. And fans continue to make jokes of it. So when the eldest did, it stung a little. They know better. They know it hurts him and brings back painful memories.

Why can’t they let it go?

Hands are in the pockets of his jeans, his head tilted down because he can’t bring himself to look at him. What they use to have was special; he was the person receiving Seungjun’s love and affection. But somewhere along the line, things changed. What he doesn’t know, but he fell in love with another man. 

For a while it didn’t bother him, but then they stopped laughing together like they use to. Stopped snuggling like they use to. Stopped sharing food like they use to. Going without physical affection was one thing, but losing his friendship too?

Jihun wasn’t having it. The heartbreak of being vocal to him would hurt less than to silently watch him move on with another man. Especially when he still loved him and treasured him.

“It’s fine..” he says quietly, deciding a poker face was the safest bet to keep his heart from breaking further. “You love him. Can’t say I really blame you.” His head tilts a little when he sees he’s crying, the poker face breaking for a second.

Why did love have to hurt so bad?

Drinking. It was never a good idea with you drink. It’s was an even worse idea when you're Im Jaebum and you drink. Sure, he can hold his alcohol well, but he loses control of his words and thoughts quickly.

It’s both a blessing and a curse.

The words are out of his mouth before he even registers as such, blinking when the younger river otter rests himself against him and gives his response. The viper smiles, nuzzling him fondly.