#r;junhyung

“Look at you being all concerned.” She teased, ruffling their hair before nodding. “I swear I’ll text you when I get home. I’ll see you soon, ok?”

The male rolled his eyes at her comment, struggling not to burst into a flusttered reaction. He never really dealt well with admitting his own feelings and his good intentions even if they were there so he just tugged at the skin of his bottom lip and mumbled. “I will wait then.”

「 ♡ 」 … *┊                               WITH A LOUD SCOFF the young Djinn with blonde hair reached for the bottle of vodka and leaned back in his seat. “Whatever,” he said with a bitter tone in his voice and gulped some of the bitter liquid down. A bit too harsh and too loud, he slammed the bottle back on the table before his almond shaped eyes observed the other closely. “I thought you are fun, but you are not. Who cares about tomorrow? Who cares about this shit called work?” His pierced tongue traced along his shiny brims while his tattooed hand ran through the thick strands of his hair. Why should he look forward to his early shift in the mental clinic where he was surrounded by crazy people he was making even crazier by feeding on their nightmares? All the Djinn wanted was to forget about his miserable life, about the fact that he was never happy, but he couldn’t. “Be good and amused me instead, or get me someone for my amusement, coward.”

The male settled comfortably into the sofa near the living room table where the other was busy with his alcoholic drink burning its way into his veins and Junhyung lets a loud huff to escape his mouth as his head lands onto both of his palms. “You obviously care. I wonder if people who do not care, drown themselves onto alcohol or any other kind of fucked up escape. Funny, isn’t it?” Junhyung had dealt with the other long enough to work his mind up though he believed someday it’d probably burn both of them. “How can I possibly amuse you, sir?” The writer played with the toothstick stuck between his lips, twisting it from side to side as his lids closed shortly then with a sarcastic tone.

「AFFECTIONATE SYMBOL MEME」

@ijunmo

Despite his solitary nature, Junhyung was extremely soft at heart. His green iris were tracking the people who were leaving the building which was more than likely to be a college considering the young people that were around, leaning against the nearest shelter which was a coffee shop, his digits tuged at the material of the umbrella’s ending, twirling it occasionally. It was raining and if he had been one extroverted person he’d probably be walking around in circles, welcoming the storm that snaked through the clear sky. The thunderstorm left him somehow breathless but not in a bad way, not at all. Spotting Junmo running towards his direction, his iris faded into a darker one and he nearly took a step back to avoid any kind of physical contact. They had met a few times, awkwardly always in the same spot and he seemed to be in trouble, he was shivering, shouting at his mobile and most likely praying to get home as soon as possible. The thought of how much he’d appreciate it when he was also younger, Junhyung wiggled the umbrella in his palm and mumbled rather quietly. “Where do you need to get, Junmo-sshi?” The writer opened the umbrella and covered the younger’s shivering body as if it would make any difference at all, then lowering his gaze to stare down at him.