#yfxyongha

Where does all this food go? No one knows. Maybe because Haneul’s metabolism is always on overdrive he can eat whatever he wants and still sport that tall, muscular on the right places, elegant physique. Gladly, it wasn’t a competition, he’d never be as tall as Yongha. Or cook as well as he does. 

It’s become a way to start off his week not feeling so tired - he counts the days to eat Yongha’s food again because it tastes so good. Today Haneul is feeling especially hungry (he might also have a fever and there’s this piercing pain in the nape of his neck, but he is just gonna ignore those) and he’s just going to town on his plate, ignoring how shitty it is to eat with braces on. 

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@yfxyongha

moschino bomber over a ratty t-shirt that costs a third of sunwha’s tuition, snapback fitted backwards on her head, seunghee lifts a joint to her lips, taking a deep breath before holding it out to yongha, “want a hit?” 

she pauses for a second, regarding him with a cocked head, “should i be encouraging this? how old are you, kid?”

true, she has to tilt her face to the gods to see his chin, but height has little to do with age, and seunghee feels a brief pang of worry, like she could be corrupting today’s youth, or something, but the feeling is fleeting because age is a variation on time and time is meaningless. 

“anyway, my friend, the host of this party, is a big acid user— have you ever done acid? don’t do it if you haven’t because one second you’re fine and the next you’ll be naked in a mcdonalds.”

not that she’s speaking from experience.