#redsunns

growing up, seojung has never gotten used to the idea of someone worrying about him. only the fewest instances of barely-there warmth from the one who’s meant to love without conditions, so fleeting that he wondered if he’d imagined it all in his head. but haneul was always there, the boy with warm eyes and warmer hands, the boy who felt like a burst of light in a darkened room. “there’s no need to worry about me.” he assures with a gentle smile as his hand rummages through haneul’s hair playfully, even though the tired bags under his eyes claim otherwise. “or did you sign a contract to babysit me that i didn’t know about?” no matter how tough his days might be, talking with haneul always makes it easier, somehow. sometimes he forgets about it and wants to run from the world instead — what a terrible friend he makes. “what did you do for your day-off? i’ll try to join in on the fun next time.”

he laughs, talking louder but not to the point where her twin sister could hear them. plus, if she was too focused on her date, she wouldn’t be delving into anything in the background noise. when she smacks his arm lightly, he makes a face while his lips open up into an ‘o’ shape to show his surprise. he extends his arm to pinch the soft part of her arm, nose flaring. “hey, hey. i’m being quiet. plus, she doesn’t even know we’re here. we’re literally across the room.” he mumbles, pulling his menu up while his eyes scan for a meal to eat that night. he grumbles to himself, good for her for having a date. maybe he’ll go on one in the future-- or tease hyo that this is their first “date.” “no.” he squints back at her. “i’m just saying i ate some feelings and they were spicy. you can’t feel bad for me?” cue the pout.

“the next step is... lipstick, right?” seojung asks, conveniently ignoring the eyeliner and eyeshadow parts which are too intimidating for someone who’s more used to having his makeup done by professionals. his eyes dart to the collection of neatly organised lipsticks. “you have so many — i know it’s your job and all but i think you might have a problem.” his fingers dance across the tubes, picking three to haneul’s lips to see which shade fits best. “you’ve got really pretty lips, though. has anyone told you that?”

vesper leans against the desk, eyeing haneul’s vidoes and surely he can see the flickering, the apparitions and all. he can even feel them right now. but, haneul doesn’t? then he’s flopping back down onto a chair, leaning back briefly as he tilts his head back, as if to stare at the wall. “is it that you don’t see them at all, or you just don’t want to see them?”

@redsunns, ❤️.

she’s laughing but hyejung’s face tell a different story. she shakes the banana milk that she has in her hand, pretending that she would spill it on seo on purpose but hyejung didn’t have the heart to do that. well, it’s more like there was no use in doing it anyway since seo had done it on accident. still, it was an inconvenience on her end especially after fixing herself up for the last hour or so to meet up with the girl. so she pouts, doe eyed and all to look at the other. “can you at least buy me a shirt then? people are gonna look at me with all the coffee stains and wonder why i’m not doing anything about it.” she grabs at the girl’s arm, whining a bit as she sways from side to side. “also-- dried coffee stains on my shirt won’t be smelling nicer than a half washed potato.”

he didn’t mind that he had been invited over-- hell he was touched that he got called to a friend’s house. an invitation-- something so small could send him over the moon. how cheesy.. though he would never admit it himself. “listen. they wouldn’t like that, but if they can continue to be racist with no remorse.. the people they are talking about wouldn’t like what they say. i get it- it’s difficult because it’s a family member.” he’s careful not to move, scrunching his nose since he was unfamiliar with some makeup but it was to touch his face up for the portfolio anyway. “i’m honored that you even asked me to do this.. moving on though.. why were you gonna almost get kicked out?” the story seemed interesting, he lets out a laugh, pondering about it. “oh. damn you actually did get kicked out. well. it is a story you could tell, for sure.”

[sms] i got a girl’s number ;) are you proud of me? [sms] sorry, i didn’t mean the wink. :) *