#nceuns

“whatever you’re doing tonight, cancel it.” are his words in lieu of a greeting, striding into the girl’s apartment with a crackle of pride in his irises. “we’re getting dinner, on me, because one – an article of mine got chosen for the paper, and two – i fucking missed you this week, can you believe.” the wryness in shinwon’s wit is mixed with unadulterated affection; it’s reserved for those he’s closest to, and the girl in front of him is no exception –– if anything, she’s the prime example. their friendship is unorthodox, to say the least; united by a common ignorance towards falling in love, naeun’s grown to be a perpetual presence in his life – something he hadn’t known he’d needed until it happened. a careless arm wraps around the other’s waist lazily, drawing naeun closer to him in familiar proximity, and confidence belies the smirk written across the boy’s face –– what an asshole. “and if you say you haven’t, then you’re a fucking liar, because a, everyone misses me, and b, clearly, i’m your favorite person alive. now hurry up and let’s go before they cancel the reservation i made, darling, this place wouldn’t wait for the lord himself.”