#ofkingdomcomes

YEJI: I brought a new outfit today I think you’d like

YEJI: maybe you should come over so i can so you can see ;)

hyunjoon: it’s been three days man, i’m having withdrawals hyunjoon: where is it? hyunjoon: oh f- hyunjoon: i’m so, so sorry! you saw nothing.

SOFT ANGST STARTERS.

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there’s always something exciting about returning to a place that made you.

returning when you’re bigger, brighter. letting the memories – both good and bad – wash over you, knowing either way, they couldn’t touch the you of the now. being in awe of the experiences that made you.

thankfully for keiko, high school wasn’t horrible by any means. the good memories far outweighed the bad. all she had to do as she entered the familiar gates and walked along the familiar highways to the hall was let the good times wash over her. memories of idle chatter past, of laughing her heart out with friends, of being proud of who she was now in comparison to young keiko who had walked these hallways. she wanted to show young keiko, and everyone else who she hadn’t met since, what she had become: an esteemed scientist, a girl who met her aspirations.

as such, by the time she got to the doors of the assembly hall, she was already in good spirits. high on the anticipation of seeing old friends, and of sharing her new life. she smiled and spoke to teachers who had taught her and guided her; told them how she’d turned out. her mind spun as she heard the latest updates of her ex-classmates’ lives: some married, some pursuing new career heights, others getting by.

when she turns around and sees reika, she couldn’t help the large grin that took over her face. she remembers lunches on the school rooftop. a little dusty, but secluded, the breeze playing with their hair. chatting over homemade bentos, sometimes lying on their stomachs to rush homework due the next period. sometimes the sun shone a little too brightly, scorching them, and other times it poured, making it impossible to eat on the rooftop. either way, reika had been a steady companion in her high school life, and being able to recall the feelings of those past precious memories filled keiko with happiness.

“reika! how have you been?” it’s a little forward of her, but she immediately pulls the other in for a hug. “did you just arrive, or? isn’t this reunion great? i’ve been having such a good time catching up with our ex-classmates. did you know matsuhara-san’s now married? anyway, you’re the next person i want to catch up with. i missed you so much – i’m sorry i wasn’t good at keeping in contact, but now that we’re adults and life’s settled a bit, i’m going to try to get better at it. what do you say?”

billie eilish lyrics starters ☼ not accepting.

“ yeah?? i’ll fuck off then. ” and yet. bambi doesn’t move; he’s got one earphone in, head bobbing to whatever music is blasting through it, clenched teeth preventing him from doing something in particular. his knuckles, whitened by how hard he’s holding himself back because fuck he wants to throw his phone at the wall. he wants to throw the goddamn couch he’s sitting on. just straight up slam his body on the audio workstation. ( he’s done it once, broke a rib and punctured through his skin; who would’ve known these machines were the devil? ). 

bambi didn’t even know why he asked hyunjoon for help. he’s always written his own songs, produced his own music and was his own biggest fucking hater. he didn’t need anyone. he really honestly didn’t need anyone. and for a second he feels like a dumbass for letting hyunjoon listen to his drafts. they’re called drafts for a reason, bambi, because it’s garbage. but the resentment only lasts a second. he relaxes his body and pushes up his sunglasses-- neon pink and heart-shaped-- and pops a blue bubblegum in his mouth.

that was the thing with the young rockstar. he’d completely forget about you to do seemingly normal things. it always seemed like he was mid-way through a REM cycle, with his tired eyes and his bad skin and his muffled body twitches and, and, and... the strong smell of weed was engulfing the both of them, and although he was cooking in his bedazzled leather jacket-- bedazzled like a thirteen-year old spoiled kid’s life depended on bedazzling the shit out of a piece of clothing-- he seemed so unbothered. his lips were already turning blue.

he pops a bubble.

“ why would that bother me? ” bambi leans in closer, much closer, squinted eyes behind the pink-colored glasses. another blue bubble bursts. “ tell me. explain it to me. ” the bitterness in his tone was so strong you could taste it. “ i’ve always preferred the bottom of the barrel anyway. ” and for a moment, one couldn’t tell bambi was dressed up like a wannabe clown. his words piercing, eyes staring into hyunjoon’s, hoping to get a glimpse of his brain matter. the inside of his skull. “ my fucking teeth are blue. what do you think my standards are?? ”