#nsofties

Donghyuck has always been there, even when he wasn’t. He filled the spaces of Jeno’s monochrome world with sunshine yellow. Jeno never wants to go back.

“No, mom. Honestly. I think he’s my soulmate.”

“That’s nice, honey. Eat your vegetables.”

perhaps kun is in love with the regular who always comes in at 7:17 in the morning and orders a small coffee, no cream or sugar, and who will scroll through their phone at the table by the window, the light gently streaming in through the glass

perhaps kun is in love with them until they stand up and leave at 7:27, exactly ten minutes after they entered

he never asks for their name

he never asks for anything except their order with a polite smile and perhaps a bit of a friendlier tone than he would offer to anyone else

he never asks for anything more than their soft replies and slight smiles

perhaps kun is in love with a person whose life he has created, unaware of the daily rituals they actually lead outside of the café

kun is in love with an idea - ten had always warned him that his imagination was a powerful thing, and he always scoffed and scoffed and scoffed and... maybe there was - there is - some truth to ten’s words

johnny seo is the best older brother. donghyuck and mark could list a million reasons why. here are just a few.

or:

johnny is donghyuck’s favorite older brother.

johnny is mark’s favorite older brother.

some moments stand out more than others.

long limbs strewn everywhere in a position that should be so uncomfortable, but lucas feels that his limbs are too heavy, too long, too comfortable hanging off the small mattress with the blood rushing to his hands and feet

he’ll regret it when he shifts again, but for now his body feels so heavy and so tired and so ready for sleepy that he just closes his eyes and lets the darkness envelop his sight, the feeling of the harsh fluorescent light seeping in through the cracked windows as the wind shifts the curtains and lets the street lamps invade with their buzzing and color in the otherwise dark world

stuffed animals are strewn haphazardly everywhere - they go to sleep neatly beside him and he’s always sure that’s where they stay until he sleeps, and then, his imagination says, they go on adventures - to lands far beyond his reach and he hopes that they come back with fun stories to tell one another

doyoung told him once that it was childish to think that way and kun was quick to silence him but, lucas, in this half-asleep state, doesn’t really care what other people think, and really just hopes that sleep will find him as quickly as it found kun, who breathes softly in the gentle air of the dorm

it smells faintly of cleaner in the dorm and he wonders if someone came to clean today - his brain wonders what day it is and if it was time again, but he quickly relinquishes that to another second, another minute, another day, just another time

large, sweeping moves as he adjusts himself and, ah, right, there’s all the blood rushing back from his hands and feet as he stares at the wall and wonders if counting sheep will help

but what color shall the sheep be? shall they jump over a fence or simply move from one portion of the wide open field to another and how he wishes he could run through and open field and just be free

he hopes that he dreams of having wings - of being able to shout away all his worries into the empty clouds, his only spectators the bright star in the sky and the cold clouds

to johnny seo, there’s no better couple costume. you disagree.

or:

“we’d be cute,” he says, turning towards you. “don’t you think?”

huh, he thinks. i’m not the tallest one.

alternatively: johnny seo finds his home on the courts.

or:

“you’re like... tall. but you’re not that tall when you’re out there,” donghyuck says to johnny.

“yeah, i know. that’s why i like it.”

or, when johnny isn’t the tallest person around for once in his life.

mark lee says he hates a lot of things - the holidays, glitter, wicker chickens.

or:

the holiday season at homegoods means two things to mark lee: business and glitter.