#yohanfey

@yohanfey

if there’s one thing kiha isn’t, it’s a fighter.

tw: violence, blood

  it’s friday night , and like most weekend nights, taeyoon is at a party. a calm party in comparison to where he normally likes to hang. people milling about the small home with drinks in hand. the music was loud enough to be heard in every room but not so loud that people couldn’t talk--unless you were in the dance room which the main part of the house has been labeled. taeyoon saw this when he first arrived. 

 from what he could tell the party goers at this one were mostly university students which makes sense when he considers that they’re a street away from a university. something taeyoon decided to not attend. 12 years of school was more than enough for him and it’s not like he even needed to study anymore. school was unimportant when getting a job was also unimportant. even though is parents ignore his existence most of the time they’ve never cut off his allowance an thus he still lives like a king. 

a rebellious king who does nothing but party. 

tonight he’s on his own--which isn’t really a rarity-- the decision to come alone forming from the fact he needed a break from the drama of his friends ( as well as the fact most of his friends are not of party age--not that taeyoon is either but it’s not like he cares ). he also know the drama he;s avoiding is a lot of his own doing but, even he needs a break from himself. 

it’s how he finds himself leaning against a kitchen counter with a drink in hand and trying to give a subtle hint to the guy talking to him that he isn’t interested. at this rate he thinks even more direct words wouldn’t work. it was growing both annoying and frustrating and taeyoon really really just wants to enjoy his drink and the music in peace. the guy wouldn’t take the hint though and well desperate times call for spontaneous measures. his free hand coming to wrap tightly around the arm of the guy he’d seen enter the kitchen. 

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     Areum would usually result to some sort of torture to have her little ‘payback’ when someone did something to mess with her or even piss her off, though this time she couldn’t exactly do that. The man she was currently wishing she could break his legs was human this time, and she really didn’t want to deal with the council for harming some pathetic human. So, instead of harming the man, she would have to just figure out another way to fuck with him. She could show up at his place and make his wife think that he had an affair, though that would just end up in some big mess that she wasn’t exactly wanting to be a part of.

     She just wanted to do something simple and easy, something that would be quick to do in which she wouldn’t have to be physical but would also be able to get the point across that the man had managed to get on her shit list. So, in the end, she decided to start off by sending a nice little bouquet to his little anniversary party he was throwing for himself and his wife, though of course her little gift to him wouldn’t be something really elegant and actually fit for such an event. If he didn’t realize who was sending this gift to him then he surely was a dumbass.

     With this in mind, she makes her way into the flower shop that she had been hearing about, figuring that if they were as good as people claimed they were, that they would be able to do something as simple as what she was wanting to do. Areum glances around once she’s inside the flower shop and finally makes her way over to the counter, though what she sees isn’t exactly what she had expected to see. The male behind the counter was actually naked.

for the first few moments, dohyeon doesn't even realize what's been said - too distracted by the warm feeling growing and the smile that brightens his features, a familiarity that he once never questioned, a tenderness that was normal. at least, until he's brought back to the moment they're in, the present, and that what once was was no more; the corner of his smile drops a little, gaze dropping to the warm cup of tea cradled in his hands for a second. however, he tries not to let the brief silence hinder the atmosphere for any longer than the few seconds it took him to brush away the gentle words that were given to him (and that he couldn't allow himself to take). "I sadly can't take claim to those words, and...hm, I don't think I can remember the title of where I got them, either." he tries to distract himself - distract both of them - from the words that had slipped, carrying on as if it hadn't happened. "But regardless, I think they have some truth to them." his smile returns a little bit, raising his gaze again.

there were two things dohyeon could admit to himself in that moment: the first, he could never be mad with yohan. the second, that very well accompanies the first, is that he'll always have a soft spot for him.

as much as some days he wished that they could rekindle what they had, he knew that this was likely for the better for the both of them in the long run. and he knew that he wasn't completely faultless in the tiny slips of words and gestures that were normalcy before; there wasn't much room for him to be upset with gentle words that brought back the ghost of feelings he once had - not when he very well sometimes had to remind himself that gestures of his own like taking one of his hands in his, or brushing his lips against his knuckles, was not a way to repay a friend for their kindness towards him.

          Areum is sitting there twirling a pen in between her fingers due to her boredom. It isn’t until the male speaks that she finally looks up at him, catching the pen in her hand as she does so. Was he really talking about ‘loyalty’ right now? Just the one word alone was enough to make her scoff at him. She clicks the pen a few times before throwing it with just enough force to stick right into the wall, making sure to throw it in his direction but purposely missing him be a few inches. “What’s the point of being ‘loyal’ to someone when all they’re going to do is stab you in the back someday?” She smirks a bit out of amusement. “The only one I need to be loyal to is myself. Anyone else can fuck off for all I care.” Her tone sounds dark, almost frightening, though the smirk is still there.

          She didn’t believe that there was any point in being loyal to anyone when she didn’t even have to really. With her, she only needed herself. That’s all she ever really needed. Yeah, she had been loyal to her sire, well technically she still sort of was, but that was it. The word didn’t even exist in her world because it was a meaningless word that was just thrown out there for others to use. No one was ever actually loyal to anyone, at some point people turned on others.

          Standing up from her chair that she was sitting in, she slowly makes her way over towards Yohan, stopping only a few inches away from him with a serious expression on her face. She then uses her finger to lift his chin enough to actually look at her. “Though, if you can prove me wrong, prove that loyalty does exist out there, then maybe I’ll apologize to you.” This time a small, but fake, smile appears. She knows that what she just told him would actually be something impossible for him to do, though she figured it would be fun to toy with him a bit.

@yohanfey

it’s always about the people around him, isn’t it?

yohan looks at the han river, how peaceful it looks during the day even with how busy it can get in a weekend especially when it’s as sunny as it is today. he wished he felt that sort of peace too.

“maybe.” he finally replies. “but that’s easier said than done, isn’t it?” then yohan looks back at the boy by his side. “because in the end we’re always looking for acceptance or assurance that the people we love are happy, that we’re making them happy and if that means changing ourselves then we do just that. even when getting their acceptance or making them happy after we change isn’t a definitive guarantee.”

yohan looks down again, kicks a rock that is close to his feet. “i wish i was a little braver,” he admits shyly, his voice small. “that i was a little more selfish. that i could be a little more selfish.”

It never stops being about the people we love, he thinks, kicking the rock back in Yohan’s direction when it rolls his way. If it were about himself then he’s more than certain he would have fled half way across the world to escape his problems again, but instead he stays because he loved and continues to love, and love is this immeasurable force that’s strong enough to convince him to shoulder titles again despite how much he didn’t want them in the first place. The realization stings enough to make him press his lips together in an attempt to hold a grimace below the surface of his face. He’s gotten far too good at the hiding part of people pleasing, pressing mute on the pieces that would raise concern or questions because he’s not sure how he would answer them and quite frankly he doesn’t have faith in his own self preservation skills the moment he opens his mouth.