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( ` how can she be so clueless? haejin isn’t sure, figures it’s not nice to ask. but it’s baffling to say the least, last he checked, she did live above a bakery at all. opts to keep his mouth shut instead, brow raising at the question. his lips part, corners curled, giving way to a small laugh before he step closer, extending the bowl toward her. ) “mixing it, duh.” ( ` it’s cute on her regardless. blanket of blank that overtakes her, expression and all. haejin has known her long enough to be able to read the reaction well. coming to the conclusion that she simply had no idea. ) ( ` this, he realizes with a growing impish grin. ) “need help?” ( ` we both know you do. ) “it’s easy, look…” ( ` inches closer, winding an arm around her frame to slide his fingers over her grip on the whisk, twisting to a slight angle before he starts, folding over the batter. ) “so basically, you just mix it till everything’s smoothed out like the flour and all—then we can pour it into the pan to bake.” ( ` he grins. ) “easy right?” ( ` of course there’s the matter of whipping cream and last he checked their mixer was out of commission—but they’ll cross that bridge later. )

tsk, oops. ( ` pretends she’s unamused with haejin having his own fun about the situation. she was obviously joking too!!!! duh. a small stutter leaves her mouth, followed by a hum of agreement (re: subjection) when he comes in closer, no time to react any other way the second their hands have no gap in between. )

uom: be real @umhaejin, it’s (y)ours @umsoyi, fruit fly @umdahye, word? (hoonhae)

iou: none! for now

sangyeop

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iou: mouse trap (noeul)

elijah

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iou: my thanks for writing w me <3

it’s been a while since the three’s come together as a whole. togetherness is taken for granted as you get older, and yihoon is still learning this the hard way. everyday chatters and ping pong-like banters are treasures– when the sky and its time put them together in the same school, on the same floor, and on the same wavelength for however long to appreciate.

he still tells himself that things can be the same, as long as all three of them try. believes in it.

“it feels like it’s been a while because we’re so used to being together 24/7, but really we just talked like last week. you know that, right?” he spills his reply amidst distant sounds of buses passing, muffled music from the bars and stores alike. as busy-minded he is with all these ideas and hypothetical crime scenes, he would be sad to be underestimated with reading between the lines. eunsuh has something to say, haejin (probably) has no idea, and yihoon has a small hunch of what it’s going to be all about. he could be wrong, but he still places it in the back of his ‘potential scenario’ files.

“so what’s this meeting about, ma’am? we tryna take over the world before it takes over itself?” 

“pish posh.” she lets yihoon’s words go right over her head, placing herself in between the two and sitting with her ankles crossed, legs swinging back and forth. “world domination’s too ambitious, let’s not get ahead of ourselves. please and thank you.”

sniffling quietly to herself, she relishes in the faux peace among them. just the three of them, here together for who knows how long until the next time. there’s worry about how there won’t be a next time whether for a while or at all. and it’s not just because the next season’s no longer next. it’s here, and so are they, but again: for how long? what’s with the theatrics of mourning something that has yet to come? or isn’t as big of a deal as you make it to be? ugh. beats her and her stupid pretentious film-binging habit.

02:00: Never seems to sleep. A bit self-destructive. Dark circles under their eyes. Longing looks. Dreaming of a better place. Always tired. Dark sense of humour.

04:00: Works too hard. Litres and litres of coffee. Lives off of instant meals. Talks too fast. Always in a hurry. Has big dreams. A bit clumsy at times.

06:00: Early bird. Bright smiles. Always singing under their breath. Sunrises. Making breakfast in bed for a loved one. Easily irritable. Wants to be friends with everyone.

08:00: Hard working. Knows how to balance out their life. Plans their day down to the last minute. Always in control. Not afraid to put people in their place.

10:00: Lazy mornings in bed. Wants to travel the world. Always manages to get the job done at the last minute. Handpicked flowers. Falls in love easily. Soft voice.

12:00: Sunny days. Bright smiles. Cares a lot about everyone. Wants to change people’s lives. Always trying something new. Tries their best to cheer up a sad friend.

14:00: Able to take a nap anywhere. Forgetful. Talks a lot or not at all. Hesitant touches. Doesn’t easily connect with people. Could probably change the world if they actually tried.

16:00: Snaps easily. Will fight you. Not afraid to stand up for themselves. Believes the world can be a better place. Wants to be the change the world needs.

18:00: Long work days. Always giving their best. Home cooked meals. Sunset picnics.  Always manages to make time for the ones they love.

20:00: Only puts effort into things they enjoy. A bit of a pushover. Always trying to be better than they are. Thinks too little of themselves. Always there for everyone.

22:00: Always up for a party. Loud laughs. Doesn’t stay around for very long. Not quite sure what they’re doing with their life. Very passionate about everything they do.

( ` it’s—overreacting? isn’t it? or just, odd. it’s just very odd. foreign stirring that settles in chest. not knowing how to act around eunsuh is odd—unnatural. but that was his fault after all, for reading into clearly nothing. ) “cool.”  ( ` reassess, eyes flicking over the instructions for a long moment. oven? already preheated. what’s left is really mixing the batter. ) “if you want you can claim it as your own, i don’t mind.” ( ` his lips twitch, attention turning to sift together the flour, baking powder, baking soda, sugar, and salt al lover the bowl. roughly done, evident with the amount of powder in the air. prompting a small sneeze he tries to muffle. ) “people might not believe it though…” ( ` speaks once the itch in his nose leaves, voice colored playful. adds in cream to start mixing the batter after a bit; whisk in hand. the handheld mixer is here somewhere. but, he can’t be bothered. nothing wrong with doing things old fashioned. ) “do you wanna try?” ( ` arches a brow, offering up the mixing bowl with a smile. ) “after this all we have to do is pour it in the pan and bake.”

( ` pfft, what does he take her for. a thief? maybe of people’s time when she’s caught in the middle of coming up with her thousandth excuse for why she isn’t at school. but not a confection even so simple, let alone from him. ) ( ` see? there it is. wordlessly, her eyes narrow at him from the side, quick to soften as she focuses on him working the rest of his magic into the batter. it takes her a while to come back to earth, not catching whether she’d been leaving him hanging with his offer for too long or not. something about him had been delicate this while. worth studying. fuck school, lol! ) try what, tasting it or mixing it? ( ` her gaze trails a little after her voice, index finger pointing to her. like an idiot. she leaves the bowl there a tad longer, letting her eyes linger on his. his smile a close second, everything else slowly but surely before taking the whisk in one hand, the bowl in her other. teach me, she’s tempted to say. heck if him calling her a dumbass for the nth time today’s something she wants to hear again, though. )

190602 / loonabigstar.

“oh? what do you want? an arm and a leg?” ( ` eunsuh is rarely easy. that much she knows. ) “hah.” ( ` rolls eyes, kicking the door shut while pivoting to snap her wrist, smacking the upside of the younger’s head lightly. ) “you didn’t even tell me you were coming, brat.” ( ` lets her off, however, eyes fixated on the adorable little thing padding around the floors. cute. but soyi wasn’t going to give her the satisfaction just yet. not until she knows why the hell she’s here to begin with. ) “why did you come out without a coat?” ( ` it’s annoying. don’t like this at all. unconsciously her hands are pressed into her hips, finding herself worrying like a mother would. weird fucking shit, considering she hasn’t even gotten her own shit in order. ) “uh huh, wait—” ( ` takes a second to return to the couch, beer in hand, eyes expectant. if eunsuh was going to make a big show out of it, she better had play the role of the willing participant. ) “okay,” ( ` takes a quick swig, lips quirked. ) “let’s hear it.”

[...]

“no, i…” thought it was nice. dahye from school, not dahye from tv. thank you for being someone who asked me out without the sole purpose of being your arm candy. “he seemed cool.” she settles, finally. “does- did he like my group?” the present tense is a dumb slip of the tongue. two years have passed, and she seems to be the only one still stuck in memories, unable to move on. there’s still a gap in her chest that she hasn’t been able to fill, which is stupid, she knows, but for two years, she’d been able to make do with yihoon and hyeju.

then along comes eunsuh. slips through the cracks and whatever distance dahye’s put between herself and everyone else. her deceptively tiny’s stature’s made up for in personality, and she seems to become the life of the party in whatever room she’s in. eunsuh’s the heroine, and dahye’s more than glad to be a supporting role; that is, only if she’d allow it. 

she’s been staring at the same coffee bun for far too long for it to be normal. she hates the taste of coffee, but she places it on the tray she’s balancing on one hand anyway. “do you have any recommendations to brighten my monday up, then?” as if there was anything in the entire world that could darken her day. eyes skim over rows and rows of bread, and settle on eunsuh. 

she doesn’t hide the smile that quirks her lips up this time. “today’s on me. ‘s thanks for introducing me to my personal haven.” 

her face? deadpan. the bread? anticipatory pan. “girl... i’m not sure who didn’t.” a small heh meets the space between them, eunsuh’s shoulders taut as she pauses in front of one of the clear cases. her thoughts are almost out loud, not quite when she remembers how much more bummed juyeon had been about their disbandment than herself. it’s nothing that can be held against her now though. they’re has-beens, and this is today. present tense. something tells her dahye’s just as fixed on moving forward as she is.

eunsuh titters behind her hand watching the other ogle over the bun she’s so gladly choosing. “seems you’ve got good taste all by yourself. i say go wild in the rest of your selections?” her eyes go wide, hands spreading as she makes a rainbow-shape in midair. “i’d be lying if i said i have a least favorite here.” not that she’s the type to lie in the first place. withholding information is different and rightfully so! is her excuse anyway. a small smile’s quick to respond to that last sentiment, that smile she’s not sure she even deserves in the first place. “either one of you would be missing out if i hadn’t let you tag along.” and then a wink. or whatever blinking your two eyes one at a time in ninja-like succession is.

seeing as how juyeon isn’t back from tidying up the kitchen yet, eunsuh takes the liberty to ring up all the items on dahye’s tray. “obviously this isn’t for free, but i’d be more than happy to indulge you in a ten-percent discount.” she punches in a few numbers, doing the math and a quick count of the pastries before prepping a small box. “for... being a family friend.” she’s careful to not bring up the whole idol thing, god forbid it’s the one thing she’d like to hear in a cozy space away from the world they both know. her eyes flit up from the cash register to steal a glance at the other’s soft features. there’s a bloom from she has no idea where it starts then, mouth slightly agape, words still with time.