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@tenderlove
𑣲 . . . 𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 ! 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓭 by 𝓰𝓪𝓫 ; 25, she, priv + selective soft hearted, natural yapper and singleship enthusiast .
through all of 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓽𝓱 i was looking for you without knowing 𝔀𝓱𝓪𝓽 i was looking for.

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‧ ˚ ꒰ ♡ —— @fvrmeden: yohan + estela.
estela had just finished dinner when she set the last dish on the table, pausing for a second to look at it with the quiet uncertainty of someone stepping into a habit that had never truly belonged to her. she had never been particularly domestic, not because she couldn't do those things but because there had always been something else waiting for her attention, another responsibility, another deadline, another piece of the world demanding more than the simple rhythm of a home. lately, though, she had been trying to slow down on purpose, trying to leave room for smaller moments instead of letting them slip unnoticed between obligations, and that was partly how she and yohan had arrived at the decision to live together. their daughter deserved something steadier than two lives constantly moving in different directions, deserved mornings and evenings that felt predictable, a place where both her parents existed in the same everyday space instead of orbiting around it. to estela's surprise, it had not felt restrictive at all. if anything, it had felt softer than she expected, and among all the little discoveries of the past few weeks, shared meals had become her favorite.
" it's ready, " she called out, already reaching for the small plate she had prepared for their daughter, setting it carefully on the tray of the high chair before taking her own seat beside yohan. the warmth rising from the food curled through the room, carrying a familiar scent she knew mostly from childhood memories and family gatherings rather than from her own kitchen. a faint smile touched her lips as she glanced down at the meal. " i made dakdoritang. i asked my mom to send me her recipe, so hopefully it's good because i've never actually cooked it before, i've only ever eaten it. " there was something strangely satisfying in admitting that, in placing an imperfect attempt on the table instead of waiting until she could do it flawlessly.
‧ ˚ ꒰ ♡ —— @nouvelis: anthony + catherine.
catherine had been quietly passing the time with her sketchbook, letting the rhythm of the train settle into the movement of her pencil as the scenery drifted past the window in a blur of color and light. it was easy to disappear into it, easy to focus on the page instead of the long hours of travel ahead, until the elderly couple seated across from her began arguing. at first she ignored it, keeping her eyes on her drawing and pretending the raised voices belonged to some distant corner of the carriage, but the disagreement only grew louder, stretching on until it became impossible not to hear. more than the noise itself, it was the awkwardness of being trapped directly in front of it that finally wore down her patience, and after a moment she closed her sketchbook and decided to relocate.
unfortunately, the train was nearly full. after a brief look around, the only empty seat she found was beside a young man traveling alone. she hesitated just long enough to notice that he was rather handsome before making her way over, a faint smile already touching her lips as she settled into the vacant spot. resting her sketchbook against her lap, she glanced toward him with an easy warmth. “ hope you don’t mind me interrupting your peace, ” she said lightly. “ things got a little intense back at my seat, and escaping felt like the better option. ”
‧ ˚ ꒰ ♡ —— @nouvelis: ara + daniel.
for months now, daniel had managed to keep everything neatly separated. on set, he gave the cameras exactly what they needed, slipping into the role of a man in love as naturally as breathing, and the moment filming stopped he stepped back behind the distance he had built so carefully. most days it wasn't difficult, not anymore. today was different. sitting in the dressing room, waiting to be called, he found himself thinking about only one thing: the kiss written into the scene ahead. the first one in years. people liked to believe enough time could make something like that easy, but they had never lived through the ending he had, never carried all the things left unsaid through the years that followed.
when he stepped onto the set, the thought lingered at the edges of everything until the cameras started rolling and the familiar transformation took hold. suddenly he wasn't the man guarding old wounds anymore but someone softer, someone who still saw a future whenever he looked at her. the character's smile settled effortlessly onto his face as he delivered his lines, hearing himself say, " i don't need anything else. as long as you're here, i'm happy. " the words belonged to the script, yet they echoed somewhere deeper than they should have, blurring the line between performance and memory until, for a fleeting moment, it felt dangerously easy to remember who he had once been.
hannah starts walking the minute daniel does, sending polite nods and smiles to those that they pass, and lets out a breath of relief once they are outside the venue. the cool air against her face and the distant sound of the party behind them help her relax completely as she stretches out her arms above her head. she looks over at daniel, smiling in amusement as she listens to her husband complain a little — which he rightfully earned, after putting up with that for as long as he did.
a soft laugh bubbles from hannah at his statement and she answers him, "a lot of patience from handling difficult clients, husband dearest," her eyes meet his, her smile remaining on her lips and she cocks her head toward him. hannah reaches her hand toward daniel, waiting for him to take her hand in his. "you weren't too bad yourself — i'm impressed you lasted as long as you did!" truly, the stylist is very proud of daneil for this minor thing, because she knew he cared not for these type of events.
his gaze lingers a second longer than it should, caught on the curve of her smile before he realizes it, and even then he doesn’t look away immediately. lately that has been happening more often than he cares to acknowledge, these small moments where his attention settles on her without purpose, without calculation, simply because it wants to. “ it’s a talent, ” he says, a faint trace of amusement slipping into his voice before he reaches for her hand. the gesture comes naturally now. somewhere between photographs, interviews, crowded events, and quiet evenings spent recovering from them, it stopped being something he remembered to do and became something he simply did. he finds her hand before he thinks about it, finds himself looking for her beside him in rooms he’d rather not be in. backing up until his shoulders meet the railing, he draws her along with him almost absentmindedly, leaving her standing between himself and the rest of the world. “ i’m trying. ” a soft exhale escapes him. performing for cameras had always been simple. people, on the other hand, expected things scripts never did.
for a moment he just looks at her, taking in the details he has seen a hundred times before and somehow still notices. a loose strand of hair catches his attention, and he reaches up without thinking, tucking it back into place. his fingertips brush her cheek in passing, brief enough to be accidental, slow enough that it doesn’t entirely feel that way. when his hand drops again, his eyes remain on her a little longer than necessary. “ that dress is beautiful, ” he says after a pause, the compliment arriving without the polished ease he usually hides behind. there’s no audience here, no expectation, no performance to maintain. just the quiet night around them and the rare absence of anyone asking something from him. his thumb traces idly across the back of her hand before he tilts his head slightly. “ did you pick it yourself? ”

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Her dark hues are busy wandering around, not daring to look in his direction when the brief silence settles over them. She's pretty sure she would find herself staring at the male, trying to take in his mature features and the clear growth spurt he has gotten over the years. The female is pretty sure they were the same height ( he was probably taller than her ) when they were still kids, not knowing what the world would bring them. She tries to focus on their surroundings, trying to familiarize herself with them so she knows how to get to the dorm on evenings when she's all by herself and doesn't want to use her phone to navigate her way to her room. Thinking of her phone, she reaches for it and opens the map to see their location and where they're meant to go. She might have seen the coffee shop when she got to the dorm, but she doesn't know how to get there. And she doesn't want to get lost on the first day with Jongin.
Her gaze turns to briefly look at the man when she hears his question, and she nods. "I did. I would have come last night but... They didn't let me." And by they, she means the resident directors who wanted the rooms to be ready before new students arrived. "How about you?" She inquires. If she recalls right, his door wasn't open, and she didn't see any boxes. Miyoung quickly glances at her phone again, and without really thinking about it, tugs the sleeve of his shirt to guide him to the right direction. "Aaaahh... I don't know." She sucks air between her teeth, pausing to take a second to look at their surroundings again. "I first thought I would, but then I started to think I don't want to go alone, so..." She lets the words hang in the air, hoping he has, over the years, learned how to read her mind. She doesn't usually say no to parties; they're great places to get to know people, but she thought with all the unpacking and stuff, she would be too exhausted to go. But if he goes, she might go as well.
“ yeah, i did. ” a small smile pulls at his lips as he glances ahead, hands settling deeper into his pockets. “ i wanted to stay home as long as i could. ” there is a fondness in his voice that appears whenever his family comes up, something easy and genuine that never really fades no matter how much older he gets. for all the people he surrounded himself with, for all the friendships he collected with alarming ease, home had always remained his favorite place to return to. “ my dad dropped me off a couple of hours ago. ” which explained the state of his room, still unfinished, though now he doubts he will be rushing back to fix it anytime soon. his gaze drifts toward miyoung for a brief moment as they walk side by side, and the sight of her there sends a quiet wave of nostalgia through him. it is strange how natural it feels. how familiar. he remembers another walk years ago, two children talking about things that felt impossibly important at the time, and he cannot help wondering how many times over the years he imagined seeing her again without ever believing it would actually happen.
he turns his head toward her with visible surprise. “ what? ” he says, eyebrows lifting. “ well, that’s an easy problem to fix. ” a grin appears almost immediately, bright and effortless. “ i’m going too. i’ll keep you company, you keep me company. then neither of us has to be alone. ” the offer comes naturally, without a second thought, and somehow the idea of the party becomes more appealing than it had been a minute ago. “ what do you think? ” he asks, holding her gaze for a second before looking away again with a quiet laugh. “ or... i don’t know. if you’re too tired today, we could do something else another day. ” his voice softens slightly at that, carrying a warmth that feels different from his usual easygoing charm. “ i mean, we’ve got time now, right? ” a smile tugs at the corner of his mouth. “ we’re neighbors. i’m pretty sure it’d be harder to get rid of me than to run into me. ”
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high school is never fun and everyone who says so never really went to high school. at least that is june's very honest opinion because everything about this sucks. everyone is so dramatic, mean, stinky and horny and best of all at the same time and when there are thirty people like this in one closed room, it feels like a little bit too much. and don't get him started on all the high school movies and series! they are so bad honestly nothing like that ever happens in high schools. it's probably just some kind of propaganda anyway. these and similar thoughts follow june as he makes his way to the cafeteria. he grabs the nicest-looking lunch, which is honestly a feat considering even the food is not the best here and sits down on his usual place, right opposite of lucas.
the other guy is somewhat of an enigma to him. but no matter what, june feels a strange feeling of familiarity and camaraderie when it comes to the guy. they are usually the ones being paired up together when people are supposed to work with whoever they want to, the two that always sit together in buses and during lunch. " today nothing special either, " he sighs as he nudges the food around the plate. " listen, uhm. i was wondering about something. do you want to pair up for the upcoming biology project? " it sounds silly, because they are usually the ones who end up together anyway, but this time he wants it to be just because they want it to. not because there is nobody else. well, june kinda wants to each time but he is not really sure about lucas.
sat at the cafeteria table with his tray pulled close, eating with a focus most people would have saved for something they actually enjoyed. around him, the usual complaints drifted through the room, students picking at their food and turning up their noses at meals they considered too plain, too boring, too little. to lucas, it felt almost ridiculous. this was the best meal he would have all day, the one reliable thing this place offered him, and every bite mattered more than he would ever admit out loud. the school itself remained a place he endured rather than liked, crowded with people who carried their arrogance so openly that it had stopped bothering him years ago. their looks of disdain no longer stung because he had learned to return them just as easily, accepting the distance they imposed and making sure it stayed exactly where it was.
there was only one person who never seemed interested in keeping that distance. lucas still did not understand why june kept seeking him out, slipping past bad moods, silence, and sharp edges as though none of them existed. somehow, he never seemed bothered by lucas' messy appearance or his lack of patience, and although lucas could not explain it, he had stopped trying to push him away. there was something unexpectedly nice about being treated like a person instead of a problem. so when june sat across from him, lucas only glanced up briefly, studying him for a second before returning to his food. " biology project? " he asked, only now remembering there had apparently been an assignment after all. he had skipped the last class to attend ballet lesson and had not given school much thought since. a small frown tugged at his features. " yeah. weren't you going to be my partner anyway? " the confusion was genuine. it had never occurred to him to work with anyone else. not due to the lack of options, but because june was the only company he actually wanted. " when is it due? "
the shift of change in both hues owned by jongin is sudden, almost intense in the way there'd send a shock through one's body ; jina being no different. “ what else would it have been ? ” genuinely curious, her faking an intrigue for approximately five minutes, had also seemed to shatter whatever hope he had miraculously built up. upon his cold demeanor, it also drives her to let go of him and creating the usual distance between their bodies, stepping backward until she git the opposite wall —- arms crossing beneath chest, mirroring the look of search that he had been observing her with. “ never said i disliked you, as a person... ” a naked truth in the midst of a more serious moment between the two, the most that they had ever talked, had also been this little walk toward the exit. head leans back while a heavier sigh emits from rosy petals, showcasing a slight annoyance of her reasoning but, it didn't make it any less the truth. “ i'm trying to be helpful toward my teammate, make her happy, keep her focused. ”
gaze traveled back over to the male, noticing that perhaps it had been heartless to not take his feelings into considerations. however, jina had the impression that he was doing his rounds, at least that was what rumors were whispering in the crooks of school. “ jongin, i just don't understand why you'd get this upset, i'm... ” eyebrows furrow, disliking the words on her tongue before she's even pronouncing then. “ i would just be another girl. ” words are spoken more hushed, suddenly showing why she had her walls built up around her, the very reason she hadn't allowed him close, nor been very open to the idea of the two getting closer. eyes drift downward then, avoiding eye contact as other worries started to race through her mind. “ plus, i can't afford distractions... ” additional whisper, primarily made underneath her own breath with digits mindlessly pinching underneath her upper arm out of sight. the secret of her family being in debt meant winning tournaments, her name and face being known around the country —- earnings going to help her family.
the smile that finally appeared on jongin's face wasn't the one she was used to seeing. it carried none of that effortless warmth, none of the teasing charm that always seemed to sit naturally on him. instead, it looked almost mocking, directed more at the situation than at her, as though he couldn't quite believe they had somehow arrived here. “ you know exactly what i thought, jina. ” the words left him with a quiet sigh as he glanced away, letting his gaze settle anywhere but her face for a moment. he wasn't even sure why the disappointment sat so heavily in his chest. it wasn't rejection; his ego wasn't nearly fragile enough for that. it was the fact that after months of pushing and pulling, after thinking they might be leading somewhere, he'd let himself think there was finally an opening, only for it to collapse in less than five minutes. “ isn't it obvious? ” he asked, a short laugh escaping him, stripped of any real amusement. then he nodded once, more to himself than to her. “ right. got it. ” of course. the one time she wanted something from him, it was because she needed a favor. not because she wanted him there.
but it was what came next that finally made something inside him snap. jongin's head turned back toward her immediately, disbelief written plainly across his face. “ what? ” he asked, brows drawing together. “ who said that? ” he knew the rumors. he knew what people assumed because he smiled too easily, flirted too naturally, because it was simpler for strangers to turn him into a caricature than an actual person. still, hearing it from her stung more than he'd like to admit. “ is that really what you think of me? ” his voice remained calm, but the hurt beneath it was impossible to miss. “ that i'd make you just another name in some imaginary collection? ” he swallowed hard before continuing, quieter now. “ i can't expect you to know the truth about me when you don't know me. i get that. but i thought you at least didn't assume the worst. ” his tongue brushed briefly over his lower lip before he exhaled and gave a small nod. “ it's fine. i understand now. you don't have to worry anymore. ” another pause. “ i won't keep trying to distract you from anything. ”
closed starter for @tenderlove ft. mason & nabi!
with the morning brief being wrapped up, mason had the chance to go grab a cup of coffee. finally. usually this was done before he came in, but the morning had been completely lost to him, a complete rush. he barely came in on time as it is. the shop he preferred was luckily right around the street, so mason took the opportunity to make his way there. the line was its usual length — the place was pretty popular in the neighborhood so there was a consistent flow of customers coming in and out. when he got to the register, he couldn’t help but be taken back for a moment. he’d definitely seen her around this area before, which made more sense considering she obviously worked here, but it had always been in passing. looking at her, her features were soft, though the expression was harsh. he gave her his order, a flirtatiousness in his tone, throwing on as much charm as the situation permitted. he squinted as he read her name tag — nabi. “so, nabi,” he began, elbow leaning against the pastry counter. “let’s say I wanted to sit and have a coffee with you.. when is your shift over?”
the café always seemed to find new ways to offend her, whether through the smell of burnt coffee that clung stubbornly to the air or through the endless procession of people who stepped up to the counter carrying the quiet delusion that charm could open any door. the man standing in front of her was no different. every now and then some smartass showed up convinced he would be the exception, convinced a smile or a few words would somehow earn him something from her, and nothing put nabi in a worse mood than a random man deciding he had a chance. she released a heavy breath through her nose, her eyes narrowing as she looked at him. " you'll keep wanting. " the words left her without an ounce of delicacy, flat and dismissive as a hand waved in someone's face. her gaze lingered on him for a moment before her mouth twisted faintly. " if you're waiting for me, sit down. if you stay standing, you'll get tired. " it had nothing to do with the end of her shift and everything to do with the fact that she would never willingly sit across from him and share a coffee.
his elbow rested against the counter she had cleaned only moments before, and irritation flared instantly. nabi reached behind his arm and pulled it forward just enough to throw off his balance, the movement quick and unapologetic. " move. i just cleaned that. " the growl in her voice lingered behind her as she turned away, already done with him before she even started making his order. she handled the drink with minimal care, doing only what was necessary to finish the task before dropping it onto the counter in front of him. " here. " for a second she looked at the cup rather than at him, as though even eye contact would require more effort than he deserved. then her gaze lifted, sharp and unimpressed. " now get out. "
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june is honestly starting to feel like a little stalker because this is not the first recital that he has ever been on. first recital where lucas is playing. honestly, he probably has better things to do with his life — going grocery shopping because he has been procrastinating that one for some time, maybe finally download and try out that new game before actually deciding if he wants to stream it too, maybe finally start reading that one book he has been procrastinating too — but this is pretty high on his to-do list too. because after high school, he lost contact with lucas, not that there was too much contact to speak about in the first place, but he really wants to do better this time around. even despite so many years having passed, june feels the same type of familiarity and belonging as he used to before. only this time, he feels so freaking proud to see the other on the stage, doing such a good job. and june is also feeling a little bit selfish, because he wants to be a part of that too. wants to get to know this version of lucas.
and so here he is, standing with the prettiest bouquet of flowers that he managed to find — blue with hints of yellow, because it made him think of lucas when he saw it — standing in front of his changing room. after some pleading and begging, and letting the guard know that yes, he is definitely not a weird stalker (even though theoretically maybe he is), he knocks on the door, waiting until he is let in. " hey... " he feels a little bit sheepish, half hiding behind the flowers which must be a funny sight because he is a tall and big guy. " maybe you don't recognize me anymore. well, i dunno! but, uhm, yeah, it's june. you know, from high school? i saw you the other day... and today too. so i wanted to congratulate you! and, uhm, give you flowers? and catch up? " he says it all as a question, as if he wasn't sure, even though he definitely does want to do all that.
the ache lived everywhere tonight, woven through muscle and bone, settled deep beneath his skin where exhaustion should have demanded attention, yet lucas barely noticed it as he stood alone in the changing room with sweat cooling across the back of his neck and the distant noise of the audience fading further and further away. what lingered was not the applause but the dance itself, still reverberating somewhere inside him as though the performance had ended only for everyone else. there was a quiet satisfaction in that feeling, rare enough to be treasured, the certainty that for a few minutes beneath the lights he had become exactly who he wanted to be. he was fastening the button of his jeans, removing the last pieces of the costume, when a knock broke the silence. most people knew better by now. they knew he disappeared after performances, avoided celebrations, avoided the endless conversations that followed success. probably one of the newer dancers who had not gotten the message yet. already preparing himself to send whoever it was away, he crossed the room and pulled the door open.
the words vanished before they could form. for a second everything inside him seemed to stop and then rush forward all at once, memories breaking loose with enough force to leave him almost breathless. if he had been anything less than completely lucid, he might have thought he was imagining it, but the figure standing there belonged to reality as surely as the floor beneath his feet. he did not to be remembered, the name escaped on a breath caught somewhere between relief and surprise. “ june. ” confusion only deepened when his gaze dropped to the bouquet. flowers. he had received plenty before, anonymous gifts from admirers whose faces never mattered, but this felt entirely different. after a brief hesitation he accepted them, stepping aside in a silent invitation before glancing once at the empty hallway and closing the door. everything felt too sudden, almost unreal. he set the flowers on the table, pulled on his shirt while trying to make sense of the moment, then looked back at him, still visibly stunned. “ how did you find me? ”

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closed starter for @tenderlove ft. zeke & naeun!
escapism — something zeke had been familiar with from a very young age. control had always been at the forefront of his life. his family had expectations, exhausting ones, and he had always found an outlet to escape. that was brought into his adult life. whenever there was too much going on, too much control, too many restrictions, his body craved at least one night to escape. that was tonight. zeke found himself at one of the his usual spots in the city. lively but not packed enough to be uncomfortable. his usual drink in his hand, he scoped the place to see if there was anything (or anyone) that caught his eye. nothing stood out for most of the night, until he spotted her. something about her almost felt familiar. maybe it was the look on her face… the way she moved, as if she was finally at a place she wasn’t running anymore. what was she escaping? zeke waited until she had went back to the bar with an empty drink in her hand. he couldn’t deny that he’d tried more than once to catch her eyes across the space, and they’d done so briefly, only solidifying that he had to say something. know her name at the bare minimum. he made his way to the bar and leaned against the counter beside her. he nodded towards the bartender before turning to the woman occupying his mind tonight. “what are you drinking?” he asked casually, turning so his torso faced her and flashed a smile. she was even more beautiful this close. he waited for her to answer, “then, can I buy you another?”
the bar was nothing like the places she had grown up in, nothing like the polished rooms where every detail seemed chosen to impress and every movement carried a quiet expectation, yet that was exactly why she liked it. here, where nobody knew her name and nobody cared who she was, she could finally let her shoulders loosen without noticing it. the last traces of a french martini rested in her glass as her fingers idly traced its stem, her gaze drifting through the room without searching for anyone in particular until it landed on him. for a brief second, something passed between them, so quick it could have easily been imagined, the strange feeling of recognizing in a stranger the same thing she carried inside herself. maybe it was only the impression that he, too, had come here to escape something, to spend a few hours without pretending. his beauty did not go unnoticed, and she held his gaze for a second longer before looking back down at her drink. she had not come here looking for company.
after finishing the last sip, naeun let out a quiet sigh and returned to the bar, deciding one more drink would be enough before heading home. she noticed the presence beside her almost immediately, though she kept her attention on the bartender for a moment longer, pretending his movements were far more interesting than the man standing there, as if the faint trace of his cologne was not pulling at her attention. " french martini, " she replied casually, only then turning toward him, her expression calm as she studied him more closely. a small smile appeared at the corner of her lips. " you can. " after giving her order to the bartender, she looked back at him, resting lightly against the counter. " are you going to join me, or are you planning to admire me all night? " she asked, the invitation tucked neatly beneath the ease of her voice.
"you made this?" it's another jest, danny knows well enough to recognize her cooking, having partaken plenty. callused fingers linger a little too long near the plate, brush her arm innocently before retracting despite the thrill that sparked from the slightest of contact. it's dangerous, standing just a touch too close to her like this. if someone looked just hard enough, the entire family would be scandalized. sweet, innocent naeun and the brother's loser friend making eyes at one another? they'd be talking about it for weeks, whispers filling the space between pews on sunday mornings. that's what made it fun. "you'd forgive me." a wink punctuates his words, confident. "i know you'd love hearing me beg for it though."
her name is called, breaking the spell that had settled over them. a nod, though he's reluctant to watch her walk away. just once he'd like to see her disobey, not come when she's called. it's not the time nor place for that now. he knows that and so he doesn't do much but watch her step away. "i guess i should pick out my seat before they fill up completely then." lips quirk upwards, his own feet turning towards the dining table, zeroing in on the aforementioned empty seat with intent to claim. head tilts, a glance tossed over his shoulder in an attempt to keep her for only a few moments longer. "i hope you won't keep me waiting too long." words tease. "some of us haven't eaten all day, saving room for the main event."
“ yes, i did. ” the touch is brief. barely there. gone almost as soon as it happens. and still naeun feels it. after days of replaying their last meeting in her head, after catching herself missing things as small as the sound of his voice or the ease of standing beside him, even something this insignificant feels unfairly satisfying. maybe the secrecy is part of it. maybe having to hide every glance and every gesture only adds fuel to a fire she should probably be trying harder to extinguish. “ i’d really like that too. ” her voice drops slightly, a knowing smile tugging at the corner of her mouth. to anyone watching, the exchange is perfectly innocent. but her eyes are not nearly as careful as the rest of her. “ i won’t be long, ” she promises before finally pulling herself away.
unfortunately, her mother has other plans for her. within minutes naeun finds herself greeting one of the church families that has just arrived. a familiar couple, along with their son, seongwoo, who happens to be her age and exactly the sort of young man her parents wish she would pay attention to. polite. devoted. endlessly involved with church activities. as she exchanges greetings, she already knows where this is going. ‘ why don’t you take seongwoo to sit with you, naeun? ’ her mother suggests brightly. naeun smiles the way she always does when cornered, pleasant and agreeable while her mind fills with less charitable thoughts. she leads him toward the table anyway, finding danny already seated where she had hoped he would be. “ seongwoo, this is danny. a friend of my brother’s. danny, this is seongwoo. a friend from church. ” the introduction is flawless. practiced. exactly what is expected of her. and yet her hand settles briefly on danny’s shoulder, completely unnecessary except for the fact that she wants it to. then she slips into the empty chair beside him before anyone else can claim it. “ shall we eat? ” she asks sweetly, as if the entire evening is unfolding exactly according to plan.
‧ ˚ ꒰ ♡ —— @amourneds: sora + ivan.
ivan had long since stopped keeping track of the hours, the distinction between night and morning worn thin by two sleepless days spent pacing the apartment with romeo tucked against him, the small body curled into his shoulder as if searching for comfort that never quite arrived. the crying had softened and risen and broken apart a hundred times, but it never truly stopped, lingering in the air like something fragile and relentless, and every remedy ivan knew had already been tried with the desperate confidence of routine before failing one after another. his arms ached from carrying him, his eyes burned every time he blinked, and still he swayed slowly through the hallway, murmuring nonsense under his breath while anxiety pressed steadily against his ribs. then he felt it, not all at once but enough to make his stomach drop, the heat radiating from romeo's skin far beyond anything familiar, far beyond the fevers he had learned to wait out, and suddenly every exhausted thought scattered in different directions. there was an elderly woman somewhere on the floor below, a grandmother several times over, someone who always seemed to know the answer to things, and in that moment she became less a neighbor than a distant lighthouse through thick fog.
by the time he reached the apartment he barely remembered crossing the building, romeo had grown more restless in his arms, squirming and fussing against his chest while ivan knocked and prayed for certainty he no longer possessed. the door opened, and for a second his mind struggled to catch up with what he was seeing because the woman standing there was not the person he had expected. " ah, sorry, i... " he shifted romeo to his other arm, pausing when the little one year old twisted unhappily against him, one hand clutching at his shirt while fresh tears gathered. " i thought this was mrs. lee's apartment. do you know which one is hers? " romeo's complaints continued immediately, impatient and miserable, and ivan placed a hand against his hair. " i know, son, just one second, okay? " only then did he look back up, releasing a slow breath that carried every ounce of fatigue he had left, feeling urgency rising sharper and sharper beneath his skin now that he had finally admitted how frightened he was. " do you know? "
‧ ˚ ꒰ ♡ —— @amourneds: raphael + maria santa.
maria santa took her time getting ready, not because she needed it but because rituals had always been easier than thoughts, and there was something almost familiar in the quiet luxury of the cabin, in the distant hum of the ship cutting through dark water while she stood before the mirror fastening earrings with steady hands. once, when she had still been a child, cruises like this had belonged to her family's life without effort, before the smiles became performances and the money became something spoken about in past tense, before everyone learned how to pretend. that felt impossibly far away now. she was here for a different reason, wearing a different face. she rarely allowed clients close enough to occupy entire evenings, much less entire trips, but the amount offered for her company had been large enough to settle into her mind like a promise, the kind that glittered just beyond reach. maybe enough to buy freedom. maybe enough to stop. so she slipped into the long red dress, thin straps against bare skin, her hair falling in soft waves down her back, and carried herself through the polished corridors with the same effortless elegance she wore as carefully as any jewel.
by the time she arrived at the dining room beside her client, her smile was already in place, bright and graceful and entirely rehearsed, offered to a table crowded with people who carried wealth the way others carried perfume. she greeted them warmly while sharp eyes moved from face to face, storing names, connections, details that might matter later, until her attention settled on someone who required no introduction at all. the change crossed her features before she could stop it, small but unmistakable, the practiced composure slipping for the briefest second beneath the weight of recognition. raphael. hearing his name spoken aloud felt almost absurd when memory had already supplied it. maria inclined her head, gathering herself with the ease of someone accustomed to repairing cracks before anyone noticed them. " how are you? " she asked as though they were strangers meeting for the first time, then lowered herself into the only empty chair at the table, directly across from him. throughout the beginning of the dinner her fingers found the tip of her index finger again and again beneath the tablecloth, pressing lightly against it as conversation drifted around her, a small unconscious anchor against a feeling she had not expected, one that lingered quietly beneath her smile and refused to disappear.
‧ ˚ ꒰ ♡ —— @amourneds: seolhee + donghan.
the engine finally sounded the way it was supposed to again, all growl and confidence beneath his hands, and by the time the race ended with his car crossing the finish line ahead of everyone else, the knot that had been sitting under his ribs since the night before had loosened just enough to let him breathe. losing because of a busted engine had left a bad taste in his mouth that no amount of sleep could wash away, irritation following him through the entire day like a shadow he could not shake, but victory fixed things in the way only victory could. not completely, never completely, though the thick stack of bills pressed into his palm came close, heavy enough to make the corner of his mouth twitch as he tucked it away. he was already thinking about disappearing before anyone could waste his time when a comment tossed in his direction snagged his attention, strange enough to stop him cold. somebody had been looking for him. the idea felt ridiculous on its own. nobody looked for donghan. nobody who wasn't trouble, anyway.
his gaze followed the direction indicated and landed on a girl he had never seen before, pretty enough to look misplaced among exhaust fumes and bad decisions, and he watched her for a moment without moving, suspicion arriving long before curiosity did. then the possible reason reached him and something shifted, amusement slipping into place where caution had been. a beautiful girl chasing a little danger, a little excitement, and suddenly the whole thing made a lot more sense. the smile that appeared was slow and crooked, the kind that usually meant he was already entertaining himself before the conversation had even begun, and with his winnings sitting comfortably in his pocket, he made his way over at an easy pace. " heard you've been asking around for me, " he said, one brow lifting as though the idea alone was worth a laugh. " gotta admit, sweetheart, now you've got me curious. "

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‧ ˚ ꒰ ♡ —— @amourneds: hani + hyunwoo.
hyunwoo arrived exactly the way he arrived at most things in life, with the confidence of someone who had skipped every sensible step between point a and point b and somehow still expected the universe to meet him halfway. the message exchange had lasted barely long enough to count as planning, a photo, a few details he had probably forgotten three seconds after reading them, and a casual leave it to me tossed back into the conversation before he disappeared into the rest of his day, trusting instinct the way other people trusted schedules. maybe that was why his suit carried the evidence of a rushed evening in the soft wrinkles across the sleeves and near the waist, why he was ten minutes late despite leaving with every intention of being on time, and why none of it seemed capable of disturbing the easy grin settled across his face as he stepped into the glow of wealth polished so carefully it almost looked unreal. chandeliers spilled gold across marble, conversations floated beneath expensive music, and hyunwoo walked through it all with the same bright curiosity he would have brought to a street market, already scanning the room for the woman from the profile picture he had memorized with surprising accuracy despite forgetting almost everything else.
when he finally spotted her, recognition arrived instantly, carrying him forward without hesitation, his smile widening before he was even close enough to speak. " oh, good evening! hanna, right? wow, look at you, all dressed up. " the words came as naturally as breathing, followed immediately by another grin, another burst of enthusiasm that seemed physically incapable of remaining inside him. " your prince charming is here to save the day. " his gaze drifted around the ballroom, taking in the towering ceilings, the glittering lights, the kind of decoration that probably cost more than everything in his apartment combined, and a low whistle escaped before he could stop it. " and this place, seriously, so fancy. who's throwing this thing anyway? somebody's grandma celebrating a birthday or something? " hunger arrived right on schedule, as it always did, weaving itself into the conversation before any common sense could intervene. " hopefully they've got something good to eat. should we head in? i'm starving. " and just like that he stood there, slightly late, slightly overdressed and underprepared all at once, wearing the expression of someone who had wandered into the wrong story and decided it looked fun enough to stay.
⤿ antônio + oliver › @tenderlove .
jogs onto the field with a lopsided grin plastered across his face, his chest still heaving slightly as he slides into the group. hair is a chaotic mess, and he’s clearly still breathless, but the mask of his composure is firmly in place. beneath the surface, the sharp, stinging memory of his father’s voice. cold, demanding, and utterly disappointed still rings in his ears, a reminder of a morning spent unraveling under the weight of expectations he could never hope to meet. keeps that locked behind his teeth. he has always believed that his failings are his alone, a product of his own inadequacy rather than the suffocating environment he grew up in. to talk about it would be to admit weakness, and he would rather be the class clown than the boy who couldn't handle his own blood.
he stops in front of toni, offering a playful, mock - salute as he tries to diffuse the impending lecture. “ so, captain… sorry for missing practice. i’ll make up for it this afternoon, i promise, ” tone dipping into that familiar, teasing cadence that suggests he’s never taken a serious moment in his life. lets out a light, practiced chuckle, rubbing the back of his neck as he avoids toni’s searching gaze. “ i woke up late, and… well, that’s it. i woke up late. ” he spreads his hands wide, his grin widening into something charming and entirely insincere. “ they did say honesty is the best policy, right ? so that’s gotta count for something? i mean, look at me.. not making up excuses, just living the truth. ”
toni stood near the sideline with his hands planted on his hips, shirt sticking to his back from sweat while he watched the scrimmage unfold in front of him, attention catching every sloppy pass and every missed opening like it physically irritated him. every now and then he called out a correction across the field without needing to raise his voice much, the kind of authority that came naturally after years of being captain, and somewhere between watching one of the defenders completely lose his mark and mentally rearranging the afternoon drills, he noticed again that oliver still had not shown up. he had already spent half the morning thinking about what he was going to say later, but by then he had shoved the thought aside to focus on practice instead.
the sound of familiar footsteps pulling up beside the field made his eyes flick over immediately, expression tightening the second he saw oliver grinning like being late was supposed to be charming. usually toni would have laughed first, maybe thrown something back just as stupid, but not now. not during training. his jaw shifted once before he spoke. “ you know what matters more than that? showing up to practice on time, oliver. ” the frustration came out in a long sigh right after, fingers dragging briefly through damp hair before he shook his head. “ and it's not even worth saying anything, you think this is funny. ” he turned away before oliver could answer, calling out to the rest of the players that morning practice was over, voice carrying easily across the field. only after the noise started breaking apart around him did he finally look back again, expression calmer but still hard around the edges. “ i’m going to get lunch. try showing up for afternoon practice, yeah? ”