#pijichu

the place they were currently at was dark; maybe even too dark for most people’s liking. fortunately, for him, he wasnt like those people. he didnt mind the dark—if anything, he enjoys it. the main reason for this was because any room or place gets colder if it’s dark or when night approaches. not to mention that the stars are easier to see if one was outside and was surrounded by little to no light. though he was enjoying the darkness, the male wasnt quite sure if the female he is currently with enjoys it, herself.

“so where are we going exactly?” he asked; breaking the small silence between them while looking at his surroundings. the street they were both walking at has gotten narrow to the point where only two people could walk by. if someone was coming from the opposite side, one of the two would have to step aside to let the other person walk by. the bricked walls that surrounded them were up to his height however there was nothing much to see over the wall other than houses and a few buildings. “you arent kidnapping me or anything right or....?” he joked before letting out a chuckle. as if on cue, a tone of a women humming a song filled up the rest of the silence. at first, it was quite faint; however as seconds goes by the humming gets louder.

“even if i do….this?” it’s uncertain whether he really buys the whole act but she presses on for a moment more, lips drawn into an exaggerated pout. there’s a beat of silence (she can’t tell if he’s amused or disgusted) before jisoo gives up altogether and swats at his arm instead.  “you could at least say something!”

the weather’s gotten fairly warm in the past couple of days, leaving her to resort to sprawling out on the living room floor.  restlessness comes in bits and pieces until she finds herself wheedling the latter to venture outside- never mind that it’s late in the day, or that there are better ways to cure her boredom.

“i’ve never been caught before.  ‘sides, don’t you think it’s the perfect time for a swim?” she gives his sleeve a good tug.  “pleaaaase?”

“it’s bad enough you got me into your home,” he can sense the rippling tides of temptation- they spread down his spine and into his stomach. He ignores them, flashing her a toothy smile and subduing her hands as she swats at him by taking her wrists and playfully pirouetting her away. 

you’d think pretty girls like her had better company to keep on a weekend. he almost points it out and then decides against it. gods be dammed if he was going to complain. “Okay,” he finally gives in. “I’ll go with you -- 

“i really wanted to be a bitch.”

unfavourable encounters crop up inevitably; that is while you’re also fairly popular and exposed to a high enough number of people that some of them start developing animosity towards you. the reasons are never entirely clear, but he feigns no surprise that the barista has displayed a much more obvious acrimony towards jisoo --- the scrawled name on the cup and the coffee which triggers conspicuous disgust in her are clear signs that this hangout isn’t going on as planned. not that there was a plan to begin with, but it was supposed to be fun either way. until something happens and spoils it. typical.

“i’m so disappointed you’re giving up on this without a fight. i say we should go back --- though relax, i won’t do or say anything. not in the open.” jae’s personality is simple - he holds no grudges and follows the flow of things without putting too much thought into it. except that right now, he’s feeling a lot more mischievous than angry, willing to personally deliver the bad karma the rude barista has coming her way. “i’m not saying you should put that coffee down, but i have already stored and memorised like 21 different faces of disgust from you, and it’s barely been a minute since we left.”

call it luck, call it fate, but jae decides to retreat towards a nearby alley and have a quick smoke in an unhealthy attempt to calm and soothe his nerves, while jisoo is to decide what she’s going to do with her hapless drink. it’s when his eyes cast a glance to the side that he sees a large, metallic door sluggishly pushed open, the same barista which almost ruined their day sneaking out for a break she probably isn’t even allowed to take at this time.

"What are you doing....” “It’s called being an aesthetic.” “It’s called being weird Jisoo.” “Try it maybe you’ll look good.” “......DPR we Gang Gang.” “.....”

@pijichu​ / the last of us inspired starters / accepting!

there’s a pattern to their meetings, he decides easily. it’s a recipe as simple as shortbread–three ingredients and an oven that is this perpetually restless city. the results will always vary (invariably, ironically), but it’s impossible to deny that this is what the universe had in mind. sat on the curb and only slightly out of breath, he meets the girl’s gaze and offers a sheepish smile. cradled in his arms is a trembling puppy, with wide eyes and matted fur, and he’s only in slightly better shape. a mosaic of burgundy mottles his forearm, no doubt a perfect partner for the bruise blooming across his knee, but these are only temporary. they’ll scab over, heal, and disappear someday. when it comes to the little creature in his arms, though, there’s no way to tell if the same can be said. he should know better than anyone what it must be feeling right now, but he can’t help but smile at the feeling of a tiny heart beating against his own.

(the scent of rubber lingers in the air around them, slowly but surely departing with their every exhale, and life goes on.)

HMMMMMMMMM. Also, I’ve missed you!