#rovlette

     "what time is it ?” unkind fingers dig into corners of eyes until stars burst behind closed lids in an array of colors, kwangsu blinking away the fuzziness until all he can see are the still swimming words of his lecture notes. the comfort of the diner and the warm presence of ziggy at his side is enough to slump body into the booth’s seat, kwangsu tempted to slouch to the side and let heavy head rest against shoulder for a brief break.

after anxiously watching their televised performance in the audience, vivian found herself back in the waiting room. sleep eyes monitored the screen as she sat in the waiting room. sitting on the comfortable couches always made her feel like she was about to dose off. with her laptop on her lap and her fingers typing away she awaits her return. listening to her voice during the interview, she smiles as she responds to e-mails quickly so they could spend the rest of their day exploring the city since they were abroad. when suzy returns to the green room, she packed her laptop into her bag and greeted her with a hug. "you did amazing!" vivian was always proud of everything she did. it was just the matter of physically keeping up with her. "i'll treat you to some ice cream later." she chirped pulling away from the sweet hug and turning around to retrieve her bag. "go get changed real quick and we'll head out."

by no means does younggi have any psychic powers, but he’s ninety-five percent sure that the cute girl he’s been subtly admiring from afar for the past thirty minutes is totally being stood up by her date. all the signs are there — the way she keeps checking her phone every five minutes, perking up whenever someone walks through the door and pouting when she realizes it’s not the person she’s waiting for. perhaps it’s none of his business, but younggi is a weak man, way too compassionate for his own good, which is why he finds himself making his way towards her table, even though his shift is over and he should probably leave, a latte in his hand and a tiny smile on his face. “ excuse me, miss. are you waiting for someone? ”

     “you didn’t have to come with me, you know.” words are spoken to the floor rather than to asahi, thin shoulders swimming in the too big sweater, fingers fiddling with too long sleeves - chunyu wants to reach out and link their fingers together, to tug him closer and lean on him as he waits in the too bright walls of the hospital waiting room, but he isn’t allowed to reach out anymore ; they’re just friends, asahi is just his emergency contact, that’s it.

                                                           𝔦𝔱'𝔰 𝔥𝔲𝔪𝔦𝔩𝔦𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔤,   𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔩𝔩𝔶,   the way he’s been standing in front of the locked door for the past fourty-five minutes,   like an absolute moron.   he awkwardly smiles at the neighbours passing by,   doing his very best to pretend everything is just fine   &   he hasn’t . been blowing up his roommate’s phone like a madman.   that fucking idiot,   wes thinks,   colossal moron.   who even takes the one emergency key they’ve been hiding in the small potted plant   (    long dead,   mind you    )    without informing their roommate   ?   &   yes,   possibly wes himself could have been more careful about the whereabout of bis own set of keys,   but this was really over the top unlucky.   he is a genuinely level-headed man,   doesn’t get overexcited about most things,   but when his phone lights up with a last,   pathetic flash,   signalling that his battery has run out,   he is very close to punching a hole in the hardwood door.   ridiculous,   he thinks,   fingers running through dark locks as he scans the now completely empty hallway,   very much hoping an unsuspecting neighbour will take this very moment to return home.   but alas,   he has to be disappointed once again,   so after a couple of minutes of helplessly shifting his weight from one leg to another,   he decides it is time to take actions.   he refuses to leave the building,   who knows when his roommate will be back after all   &   he will not miss the opportunity to tell them to fuck off the second they appear.   he softly curses under his breathe before deciding to knock on the door of the only neighbour he’s more or less acquainted with   (   he does his best to ignore the fact that the only reason for this is that she’s took it upon herself to knock on his door with the most ridiculous excuses   ).   ‘   hey...     you busy   ?   &   would you happen to have a spare charger   ?   ’

@rovlette || gentle touch || ziggy → kwangsu !!

he’s staring again, sharp, cat-like eyes quite obviously gazing at seina as if she’s downright the most beautiful being to ever grace the earth, holding his breath without even seeming to realize it as he takes in her features — silky hair, pretty eyes framed by long lashes, rosy lips that always leave him wondering whether they’re really as soft as they look, and perhaps the cutest little nose he’s ever seen. the sight always makes haein’s poor heart ache, yet he can’t quite bring himself to act upon his feelings, simply too afraid of being rejected and ruining their precious friendship. his gaze follows the girl’s lips as she speaks, yet he doesn’t actually seem to register her words, a thoroughly confused expression settling upon his features once he manages to snap out of his trance. “ huh? what did you say? ”

it’s nearly impossible to pretend that he no longer cares about brooke, that he isn’t the least bit affected by all the strangers she always brings home to keep her body warm at night, perpetually fooling around right under his nose, without ever bothering to take a step back and consider his feelings. however, deep down, hyunjin knows he’s got no right to be jealous or upset, because they’re not together anymore, and she doesn’t belong to him — yet that seems to be easier said than done. his big, doe-like eyes are glued to the fresh hickeys adorning the girl’s neck, plush lips slightly parted as he gapes at her, seemingly struggling to conceal his disappointment, but to no avail. “ can you please try to keep it down next time? ”