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I. In numb stillness, they recognize each other without the need for names.
The leather back of a gold rimmed watch slides loose from his wrist into a waiting palm. His near invisible tan line would disappear as the murmur of fall turns into the sighs of Seoul’s working class dragging the dead weight of another winter.
Lingering bodies on the street this late chase warmth in pocha full of ranting drunks inhaling the smoke of chili oil and rice cakes. Any other day, he might have entertained the same to drown out the sweet whisper of boredom carrying an itch of impulse. Gambling with half-buzzed retired minds willing to hemorrhage money wouldn't quiet his thoughts.
Instead, he stares down at tiny metal hands journeying around a pearl clock face.
He doesn't bother to pick the watch up when it falls to the ground. The cold enclosure of the parking garage captures the cloud of his exhale.
He lifts the pointed toe of one shoe. Precise top stitching across leather is clean of rain coating the streets. The edge of navy slacks exposes the uniform line of dark dress socks as he lifts his leg. A stray hair falls across his forehead.
Glass pops underneath the twist of one heel. He straps the shattered watch back onto his wrist, a phone’s blue light throwing shadows underneath his eyes as notifications pour in.
Wenhan ignores vendor stalls bellowing smoke into the cold air, plastic tents shining wet under street lamps. Wind tears at the loose tails of his trench coat. Fingers wrap uselessly around the motionless phone stuffed in his pocket. His thumb lazily traces the hairline cracks over a blacked out screen.
He stands in the center of a crosswalk, becoming an omen springing from the city's forest. Headlights carve razor angles into the hollows of his face. Unflinching eyes are trained on the faceless outline of its driver.
Seconds between standing in the road and his aching stillness on the ground are erased. Wenhan’s vision sways between bright lights of stopped traffic and shadow figures crowding the night sky above him. He expects pain from impact, but it never comes. Instead, silence in a pounding skull, and the weight of wet gravel on his back when he tries to sit up only for quick hands to force him back down.
There’s no ringing in his ears. No ache. No noise–
“Your phone...” That same unyielding demand in his tone turns to hand grasping at a stranger’s sleeves. His fingers slip underneath their collar, dragging them close enough to see brown eyes in the dark shift gold under harsh street lamps. Where his shock should be spills across their face instead. “Let me use your phone.”
II. He thought about never returning the book, and in this way, he never really would.
The permanent stain of his memory sits hidden in a top right corner, tucked somewhere in the middle of the book, a single page dog-earred by an eager mind with selfish hands. He had pressed the tip of a ball point to paper until ink bled into the opposite side, leaving a freckle trail to follow and wonder about.
Delicate Chinese characters argue for ownership in the margins of What I talk About When I talk About Running. Of course, such carefully placed hanzi has no right to take up space in someone else’s book. He’s comforted by Sen’s reaction seeing his notes in the future, and whether the other man could translate it or not wasn’t really his concern. Wenhan enjoyed living in the space people carved out for him in their lives.
If that space was small enough, or big enough to hold resentment.
Whether they he asked for it, or not.
Fingertips trace down the spine. As if he could map out the origin of each crack and envision every time Sen flipped through its pages.
The careful scripture now littering the other man’s book is no better than graffiti. A message for him to hide in plain sight, and someone else to ignore or plant their own meaning into. It's not unlike the smile drawing across his lips. Out of place and timeless with potential for interpretation.
What he could offer to Sen now is a lie. Something comfortable for them both to hold onto. A lie that could fit in his mouth the way he would practice smoking a cigarette for background roles in films as a kid. An illusion, but better. Eventually, anything formless takes shape the way you want it to fit into your life. Hollow words. Empty habits. Favorite books.
So, a lie?
He leans forwards, offering Sen the book as if he were holding a sacred artifact.
“I hate Murakami.”
Or the truth.
III. They search for each other in crowds, as if looking for something familiar in an empty house.
[ sms: 草莓 ] Do you like taking the train?
Rather than time eroding memories, perhaps it is more accurate to say time exposes the raw nature of people.
In memory, Sen is enigmatic. Shapeshifting easily in any environment. Tattooing an impression on anyone eager to be close, yet someone who becomes shapeless in your hands the moment you dare to let go. If Sen is the ocean, then Wenhan is the carved cliff side withstanding a timeless onslaught each time they meet. Always willing to carry the violence of memory if it means survival.
Maybe selfish hands had always been desperate.
With every passing day, which one of them takes more or less from the other?
If this were poetry, the line between what they know and what they want from each other would always begin to blur.
In reality, it’s been months since they've seen each other, and the only poetry to be found is in the universal language of cursing when one of them decides to disappear without a word of warning.
Sen still dresses the same, with soft silhouettes and practical shoes. His hair had grown long enough to curl under his ears.
The dull bite of elastic digs into the back of Wenhan’s ears. He keeps his face mask on as he walks the length of the train car. Oversized jeans weigh down his legs. A loose cotton sweatshirt hangs off his shoulders. Untraceable clothes that don’t belong on the body of the man who would never drain the pride in his blood by pretending to be someone else.
Hiding in crowds had never been difficult for him. His mouth is the real measurement of success and failure. His words would always carry the arrogant weight of silver spoons he just can’t manage to replace with too many cigarettes.
“You should get off this train in the next 10 minutes.”
Could might have sounded better. Or maybe should is right. Wenhan mouths the alternative choice quietly to himself, not caring if this theatrical pantomiming paints him as the crazed man to avoid in the back of the train.
“This wouldn't have happened if you just told me your name the first time we met. I check for these things. Now it's just…” he cuts one hand through the dead air, then smooths fingers back through locks of hair that had curled over his forehead like the silent semicolons hanging on every word. “Complicated.”
A heart beat of silence stands between them. Wenhan lets his head rest back against the seat. Sen doesn't drop his eyes from Wenhan’s. A curious gaze that narrows.
“Approaching me like a normal person would really kill you, wouldn't it?”
Growing hairline cracks in the window behind Sen form a fissured halo around wisps of dark waves just barely grazing the curve of his cheekbones. There’s shadows pressed under each of his eyes. The top few buttons of his shirt are undone, and the limpless corners of an unironed collar cradles his neck.
Wenhan’s attention drifts away from Sen’s face as he murmurs, “‘I miss you’ is a shorter sentence, and more romantic.”
“I don't lie like that.”
Wenhan watches the bloom of cracks widen with every jump of wheels on neglected tracks.
“I don't need to hear you lie to know you were worried about me.”
Sen sucks in a breath between his teeth and looks away, as if Wenhan were a child with too many questions that haven’t lived long enough inside his head to have intention worth discovering. Words that would pull Sen underwater, but never drown him. He learned how to tread water around the wrong people he can’t seem to stay away from.
“Then what do you need, Wennie?”
Sen might not lie in such an obvious way, even if the words he used carried a far blunter edge these days. What did he need?
Was need ever living in the space between them–
When the train car lurches on its tracks upon entry into the tunnel, half-asleep bodies in every aisle jolt upright. Wenhan throws his jacket over Sen’s head just as the window rains shattered glass.
The sun had melted into molten gold along the horizon and the beach buzzed with tourists enjoying their time and amongst them were the three who were extremely jet-lagged yet willingly lost in the shared delusion of pretending they weren’t.
Yihwa shrieked, laughter resonated all around as he lunged towards Seojun who had just splashed him with water. Seojun expertly dodged with the agility of a hungry cat into the blue waters, the sounds of conversation then taking over them. They were all soaked, sun-kissed and too exhausted to care about anything else around them.
Sen stood a few steps back half submerged in the water as it cradles his body. Sea salt clung to his skin like a memory. He had his arms crossed, his face unreadable except for his eyes. They held a quiet storm and a softness he never dared to speak aloud otherwise the boys would embarrass him to no end.
To everyone else he looked detached, he had a resting bitch face and for all he cared he never bothered to change it. But inside he was quite different, watching the two play around something had started to bloom slowly, like tide rising just beneath one’s ribs. It felt special, a kind of happiness that could light up the world. How lucky he had thought to himself, to be tired, to ache and still laugh, to carry a love this loud even in the quiet stillness of his mind.
And far away where the time ticked differently there was Yejin probably in her apartment with the windows open. Letting in the summer air thread through the strands of her hair, her phone lying face up, beside her. Half-typed messages and trip photos waiting to be opened, their group chat always active and happening. She smiled as if some part of her knew they were thinking of her too.
Tick tock, tick tock, the clock a low hum in the background, a sound he often forgets when his mind is occupied by many things that align with his work and personal life. After the heavy set of meetings in the morning Minhyun was finally seated to review some files he needed to send over to finalise projects and others that are soon to begin.
He had always taken great pride in the quiet rigour of his work and at times he’d sit staring at the wide screen, amused at the fact that some lines on a screen translate into concrete, steel, wood and the sky in the shape of a structure. Since joining SAMOO after graduating with high honours, he has poured every ounce of his being onto the projects that land on his table like it was his legacy. Three projects were nearly wrapped they had been occupying the past few months of his life with many late nights, missed dinners and a few thousand iterations. So when the chance to travel to Bangkok for a very short trip came up, he hesitated. However, everyone including his seniors and interns had told him he deserved the small break.
“The projects are ninety percent done,” they told him with assurance. “Leave the files with someone reliable and set your worries aside.” He did just that and packed the files in a neatly manner, everything labelled and easy to find. He had also backed everything up on his end just in case they lose files, he handed the copies over to a Senior Architect named Kwon. Someone who he truly admires and had shown a liking to him, going as far as saying he reminded him of himself when he was a fresh intern.
However, when he returned his entire world had turned upside down.
Walls crumbling and his flesh burnt hot in anger as he discovers his name being erased from the finalised files of his own work. Work he had lost nights over, missed dinners over. Even the presentation decks were altered to suit the “new” creators vision, the presented by now read “Sr. Architect. Kwon”. In the next room he could hear the project leads congratulating Kwon on the very designs Minhyun had developed. Though the betrayal didn’t hit him all at once, it was slow; the same as when a blob of ink bleeds on the paper. He almost laughed because his first reaction was doubt, doubt in himself and his inability to not communicate properly. Maybe he wasn’t clear. Maybe somewhere in his words there occurred a misunderstanding. However, the more he dug into it the more intentional and purposeful this whole shitshow looked.
The original drafts, emails, timestamps and every other shred of evidence was in his grasp, still the rising ache in his chest was worse than the injustice he felt. It had been a while since someone pissed him off this bad but the tragedy was he had to remain professional otherwise everything he ever worked for would be tarnished in moments.
He felt idiotic for trusting someone else and letting his guard down for a moment. His throat closed up every time he thought of him heading off to Thailand, thinking if he hadn’t gone none of this wouldn’t have happened.
Now, in the quiet tensions of the HR office, he placed a single USB drive on the table, his hand trembled slightly though it was unnoticed. “This contains all my original work you’ll find everything inside. As of now, I am filing a formal complaint.” He said, voice steadier than he anticipated. The air heavy as his eyes remained stern exuding an aura where no one should test him even more. “I’d like to begin legal proceedings, my lawyers will be in contact with involved parties.”
With a respectful bow, he walked out of the office feeling anything but victorious. Instead he promises himself to see this to the end.
a key left on the counter. space created in their fridge. his cereal tucked between theirs like it had always been there. it was seamless. comfortable. no one made a big deal out of it. but that didn’t stop the feeling from creeping in. like he’d arrived mid-season to a show everyone else had been watching from the start.
the feeling didn’t come from them. not really.
they were warm. generous in ways they didn’t even realize. seojun always looped him in on plans, even the dumb ones. yejin never let the silence stretch too long—she’d send him a meme, a cat photo, a “you alive?” just casual enough to make it easy to answer. sen… sen had never made him feel like a burden. if anything, sen was the reason he was still standing. but even with all of that, something in him stayed slightly outside of it all.
he moved through the space quietly. he never took more than he gave. never lingered too long in the living room. always wiped down the counter after himself. they never asked him to do any of that. but it felt easier this way. safer.
sometimes he thought about what he used to have— what closeness used to feel like.
noeul. the absence came back in flashes. not always painful—just there. constant. he hadn’t heard from him in over a year. not even a message. no explanation. just a clean break. or maybe not clean. maybe it just looked that way from the outside. he stopped trying to make sense of it a long time ago. but there were still days where he wondered if it had been his fault. if he was too much. or not enough.
on those days, sen always noticed first.
he didn’t ask. he never did.
he just handed him a coffee, turned on something familiar, and sat beside him like it was the most natural thing in the world.
sen had been there through every version of him. the withdrawn one. the angry one. the one who barely spoke. he never needed explanations. he just stayed. and that was the part that mattered most.
but some nights, he’d hear sen, seojun and yejin laughing down the hall, overlapping stories, effortless in the way they fit together—and something inside him would shift. just slightly.
not jealousy. not sadness. just that quiet awareness that he was still learning how to be part of something again. still trying to unlearn what leaving had taught him.
and even surrounded by people who cared, sometimes he still caught himself waiting for the part where they’d stop..
a feather flew in from the window and came into his line of vision, it finally laid on his splayed out palm. and much to his surprise this feather was not perfect, there were barbs missing, the shape disoriented with some contusions in between but it rested on his palm calmly as if it belonged. and sen decided it did.
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yejin felt a mixture of amusement exasperation as sen rambled on about his elation, a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips despite her efforts to maintain a stern expression.
“okay, okay. i get it..” she chuckled, rolling her eyes while shaking her head fondly at his antics. “you were practically bounding off the walls with joy.” but her amusement quickly turned to disbelief when she heard that word slipped from his mouth. “and devil pie?” she raised a brow at him in amusement. “now, that’s a first.”
as she listened to sen shift the topic away, yejin felt a surge of nervousness wash over her. she knew she had been avoiding the topic of her past for far too long, but the thought of opening up to sen made her stomach churn with anxiety. would he still see her the same way once he knew the truth?
before she could stop herself, yejin reached out and wrapped her fingers around his wrist, her fingers trembling slightly with nerves. she could feel his warmth seeping into her skin, a comforting anchor amidst the storm of emotions swirling inside her.
“no, wait— i want to tell you.” she confessed quietly, her voice barely audible over the pounding of her heart. “but.. do you promise that you won’t think of me any differently when i tell you?” her eyes searched his face for any sign of reassurance as she awaited for his response.
he wasn’t someone that would have minded if yejin decided to not say anything to him. he was still willing to wait he knows what it’s like to unravel yourself onto another. you can’t be sure of how they will react or what they will think of you. however, sen was at the point where he has met and seen almost everything. he wraps his hand around hers that sits over his wrist, taking both her hands and holding them tightly offering comfort back to her.
a small smile appears over his face more so over the fact despite him being a little pushy, she’s willing to step over the line of discomfort for him. this shows how far they’ve come and he appreciates it, nodding slowly while keeping his gaze on her, eyes soft and welcoming. “i promise, i won’t think any differently of you.” whatever it is… there’s reasons to one’s actions, he knows this more than anyone*.* before she speaks he sat back down urging her to do the same so they’re not awkwardly standing. “you… can start anywhere, i’m listening.”
The day was long because the last meeting scheduled ran longer than the norm Minhyun felt the need to just get home and lay his body to rest. The meeting ended and he bid goodbye to his seniors and colleagues. And made his way to the seven eleven close to his home. Completely unaware of his surroundings or the fact that he was being followed.
The drive to was silent which made the perfect environment for unnecessary overthinking, where one thought jumped to another one. He parked his car right in front and made his way to the store, the white background of the red seven beckoning him closer. He had one mission on his mind — to grab all the snacks he loves since the pantry back home was empty. His stomach grumbled stubbornly at the sight of the wide array of options available but he didn’t forget to greet the employee.
Soon his hands were carrying as much snacks as they can hold carefully rolling them on the counter, he waited for everything to be scanned, swiping his card on the eftpos machine. The employee throws in a free Kopiko tablet into the bag and Minhyun makes sure to thank them. He then steps out into the cool air, his mind had already drifted back into the comforts of his home where he could comfortably enjoy his haul. But little did he know fate was not on his side tonight.
Out from the shadows of the night, two figures that were double the size of him lunged toward him with clear intentions of causing harm. Usually Minhyun is on guard due to him being a demigod however, he was distracted and exhausted, he stumbled backward and fell on his back. The bag of snacks flying elsewhere and his heart pounding as adrenaline rushed in, he barely got the chance to get up but the attackers wasted no time. There were on a time crunch they mercilessly rained blows in the form of fists and kicks upon him anywhere they could which told him they weren’t really trained for this.
It seemed to him they would not stop, the pain of the attacks causing dizziness, he could taste the blood coming down and trailing down his mouth. Unable to see all that well and yet he still tries to not do any harm knowing he’s much stronger than them. There was no end and he curled to his side, the anger made his body and head hot.
Who the fuck even called these guys?
The strange sensation that also was all too familiar coursed through his veins, awakening the powers within. A display to the world of what he truly is - not an ordinary human his eyes change to an ocean blue. He hated using his powers but he can’t control his body any longer, something else had taken over him as he taps into his latent abilities with enormous strength he pushes both bodies to either side of him effortlessly. As they scrambled to get up Minhyun had summoned a body of water from the very air around him, a flick of his wrist released a torrential wave and this causes the attackers to fall off their feet yet again. Suddenly, he saw their expressions change from anger to pure fear, he fed off of it, he smirks ever so slightly.
“Run.” But he didn’t even let them take a step, he channelled his fury into action and manipulated the water with such precision and skill, he aims it at the assailants and watches as the water engulfs them. He wanted them to be washed up messes which is the least of what they deserve, they trash and struggle against the relentless water but there was no escape.
In mere moments, everything subsided the attackers lay before him serving as no match for the might of Poseidons son. His chest heaving with exertion and he takes a step back, seeing the wreckage. The feeling of exhaustion even more than before he takes the support of the wall of the store, it’s been a while since he’s used his powers — too long he thinks.
While he proceeds to walk towards his car he picks up the bag of snacks all wet with the water. The water on the ground glows a light blue and he commands it to follow him all the way to the car where he comes to a stop. The water trickles up his body to cover his wounds, he closes his eyes and lets the healing properties of the water repair the damage caused by the goons. He could feel the cuts and bruises heal and the strength of his body return. As he withdrew his hands, the water vanishes and leaves no trace of its existence.
Minhyun spots the employee inside hiding behind the counter and then the two men who lay dead, now he has the task of figuring out who sent them. He already has an idea. Leaving the scene victorious that was soon replaced with guilt, he felt a sinking feeling on his chest that things are going to get worse from here on.
yejin couldn’t help but chuckle at sen’s playful remark, shaking her head in mock exasperation. “well.. i wouldn’t be hitting you if you hadn’t made a joke like that.” she teased, though her swelled with warmth at the familiar banter between them. “i bet you found that so amusing, huh?” she threw a playful glare at him while she took one of his hands in her grasp, fiddling with his hand unconsciously.
as she watched sen tidy up, yejin couldn’t help but feel a sense of gratitude wash over her. it was moments like this, the quiet intimacy they would share that reminded her of just how much she valued his presence and when he reached out to tuck her hair behind her ear, yejin felt a flutter of warmth spread through her chest. his touch was gentle, comforting and she found herself leaning into it without thinking.
“talk about yourself….” yejin replied with a playful smirk, her eyes sparkling with amusement. “i’m a total sweetie pie over here.”
but as sen's tone shifted, yejin felt a pang of unease settle in the pit of her stomach. she knew what he was referring to—the incident last year in her studio that had landed her in the hospital with a knife wound. it was a memory she had tried to hide from him but it seems like she can’t.
“it’s a long story,” she murmured. “let’s just say, that some old.. acquaintances of mine decided to pay me a visit. things got a little messy, but i managed to fend them off. barely.. but i’m still here.”
the way yejin relaxed in what seemed like seconds made the male feel a little better, because if she felt more hurt he would’ve started apologizing profusely until she forgave him. "amusing? i was elated. i was smiling at my phone. i was giggling in bed. i was kicking my feet. i-" he wanted to keep going on but he ran out of more things to add but in reality at the time, he was just smiling at his phone and felt cheeky.
sen side-eyed her when she said she’s a sweetie pie, frowning slightly "you’re a what? i'm sorry since when are you a sweetie pie? did i miss some memo oh wait let me go look for it – oh wait it doesn’t exist!" he says all of this in one breath taking a gust of air back into his lungs and shakes his head. “you and your lies are going to catch up to you one day and you’re going to think about me, and finally admit you are not a sweetie pie. you’re a devil pie.” he remarks but immediately regrets his last words, what the fuck was that.
“i wouldn’t have asked if you were still going to be vague even after an year.” plush lips now purse into a tight line, gazing at her because he feels like they know each other enough to open up a little bit more. he pauses and waves his hand dismissively, “never mind i asked that it’s too personal, sorry about that. have you had breakfast?” he asks quietly while getting out of bed because he had started to feel hungry now, he doesn’t remember if he had dinner last night, forgetting about the big burger he consumed with his roommates.
yejin felt a mixture of relief and frustration wash over her as sen dismissed her concern with a casual remark about his injuries. she knew very well that he was more than capable of taking care of himself but for her to stand to the side while he’s dealing with his injuries? yeah, that’s not something she can do.
“yeah, yeah,” she muttered, rolling her eyes playfully. reluctantly, yejin allowed sen to take over, her gaze flickering to his hands as he began to assess her wounds. she couldn’t help but wince slightly at the sight of the cuts and bruises covering her knuckles, a stark reminder of the violence from the night before.
"wait.. a joke? no fucking way." her annoyance softened slightly when sen remarked about the kiss being a joke, relief flooding through her at the realization that it was just that— a joke. she really couldn’t believe she had let herself get so worked up over something that wasn’t even true. “god, you’re such a jerk,” she muttered, a hint of amusement lacing her words as she gently kicked him on the shin.
as she watched sen finish apply the bandages on her hands, a sigh of relief slipped through her lips as the pain had dulled to faint ache. “you know…. you would’ve done the same if some stranger also punched me out of nowhere.” yejin stated quietly, her gaze meeting sen’s as she raised a brow at him.
soft laughter had erupted from his mouth, rubbing his shin at the same time because he knew he’d suffer a fatal blow somewhere on his body due to his actions. “hitting an already injured person? real class coming from you.” he retorted, cleaning up the little mess he made by putting everything away in it’s place in the first-aid box.
he’s faced with the truth, yes, he would’ve done the same thing and even more depending on what mood he was in. sen already knew what the female was capable of because he already got a front seat feature of it last year. a part of him wondered if she wonders how he didn’t react so explosively, or so shocked about it or maybe she sensed he’d take it well. he tucks a strand of her hair behind her ear, expression soft as he gazes back at her. “we sound real toxic right now by the way,” he says to lighten up the heavy sentimental vibe he’s starting to get right now.
“you never really told me what that scenario was back in your studio, the one where you ended up in the hospital.”
yejin’s jaw clenched involuntarily as she heard sen’s comment about her being a “ball of negativity”. she fought the urge to roll her eyes, knowing that engaging in a battle with him wouldn’t lead anywhere productive. instead, she faced on the task at hand, sitting down on the bed beside him with a sense of reluctance.
but at his words, yejin felt a surge of irritation rise within her and she forced herself to meet his gaze, her eyes flashing with defiance. “it’s not like i enjoy being here,” she retorted sharply, her tone laced with sarcasm. “someone has to make sure you’re not dying… and that someone just happens to be me.” her fingers moved with practiced precision as she now focused on the cut on his lip, replacing the old bandaid with a new one.
as she was about to move on to the next task, sen’s next question caught her off guard, stopping her in her tracks just for a brief moment. did she imagine him kissing that girl? of course she did.
“no,” yejin replied, narrowing her eyes at him. “i didn’t waste my time imagining anything like that.” it was a lie, of course. and she already knows sen knows it too— there was nothing she could hide from him. she had replayed the scene in her mind a hundred times since he told her, each time feeling a pang of jealousy that she couldn’t explain. it was never like this before— give it a few months back, she'd be happy to know that he shared a kiss with someone but somehow, it's a little different now. she even hates the thought of another cuddling with him.
both of them know sen never asked for her to come over to his room to do anything at all, but it was one of those unspoken things and still her words itch a spot in his brain. this itch grows second by second and he immediately responds to her words, “a bruise and a cut lip will hardly kill me, yejin. we both know your injuries are worse than mine so why don’t you tend to your own? or rather let me.” he was getting annoyed since that itch grew, he can look after himself more so than anyone really knows. he basically raised himself for god sakes but he doesn’t let his annoyance get the better of him.
he’d already scanned her injuries on the night of the incident, and he remembered each and every one of them. it was good she stopped tending to him for a bit but when she began to resume again, he said it was enough and instead scanned her hands, smiling. “yeah, sure you didn’t.” replying quietly, he can’t keep up with this fake situation he created especially when it was bothering the female this much. “i was joking about the kissing thing.” not looking up at her by purpose so she could process his words.
sen had learnt to do first-aid ever since he was a little boy from tending to his mother’s injuries, to his friends, and more so to his own until he learnt he has the ability to heal. he knew exactly what to do with yejins’ wounds, after removing and analysing the damage, he sighs heavily. “you’re so stupid who told you to go after him? someone that’s not worth a fight or even a glance back?” he knows he’s repeating words but he can’t help himself. he cleans up the area around the knuckles and applies an antiseptic cream, gently sticking the new bandaids on and making sure they’re stuck to her skin. “i feel like knocking his teeth out but that wouldn’t make me any better of a person than him.”
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yejin couldn’t shake off the lingering tension from the texts they exchanged that morning. the image of sen kissing someone else replayed in her mind, causing a dull ache in her chest that she couldn’t quite understand. but despite the turmoil swirling inside her, she couldn’t ignore the concern she felt for his well-being.
with a deep breath, she pushed the door open, her eyes immediately falling on sen’s form and without a word, yejin crossed the room and approached sen, her movements careful and deliberate as she took his hand in her grasp and pulled him down on the bed along with her as yejin sat on the edge of his bed.
“i’m only here to tend to your injuries,” yejin finally spoke, her voice surprisingly steady despite the turmoil raging inside her. she avoided sen’s gaze, focusing instead on the task of helping him. she reached for the bandages and antiseptic, her hands moving with practiced efficiency.
in the next breath sen is already planning his day just because he’s injured that doesn’t mean he gets to relax and not be productive, which has always been his mindset for everything in life. a day lost is a waste of time. but just as he was doing this the door opens and to his surprise it’s yejin. the devilish texts he’d sent her this morning make him smile although he tries to fight it, so it doesn’t appear on his face but he doesn’t think he’s doing a good job at it.
“oh look who it is if not the giant ball of negativity.” he mumbles as they sat down on the bed, everything she does is second nature to him. so he lets her tend to his bruises and wounds. “just injuries? so you brought this dark cloud in here just for injuries?” raising a brow, he creeps down to catch her eyes with his own trying to get her to look at him for even a second.
“did you imagine me kissing her?” he’s treading on dangerous waters he knows because he knows yejin too well to know that she is jealous. he even knows if he asked she would admit it hesitantly and say she doesn’t know why. whatever they have going on between each other feels too deep lately that even sen doesn’t know when did he start becoming this attached to someone he had randomly decided to call a roommate.
the injuries from yesterday had started peaking overnight, the punch to his jaw was red and now has become a darker bruise, and one that doesn’t look so pretty. his cut lip raw and still bloody due to the bandage covering it, but the blood has stopped, showing some progress in healing overnight.
the male shifted in his now empty bed, the pain from his jaw shot up right to his head, throbbing against his skull. he winced immediately recalling last nights events. gently and ever so slowly he climbed out of bed with a low grunt, he doesn’t even know what the time is nor does he care for it. but seeing there’s some sunlight filtering through the blinds it must be morning or late noon. thin fingers reach out to his bedside table for the painkillers and the water bottle from last night, he takes two for now. this would be way easier for him if he could just heal and live life normally, but in a way this could be a humbling experience. he ponders. humbling in the way of don’t get yourself into stupid things, and think before you say something. life lessons elders teach a child and now being an adult, he feels guilty of not doing what he normally would’ve done. which is keeping his privacy private. upon dragging his feet to the tall mirror, he catches his appearance and concludes; it’s not that bad at least not as bad as other times.
Minhyun was ready to go the ball his Father had invited him to it was another one of his schemes to get him to join the family company seeing the fact that his younger step brother can't play the part. All the smarts had gone to Minhyun and his Father's second wife couldn't even give him a decent son let alone another child. It was all a tragedy but it's not a problem Minhyun's should deal with.
To make this night a little more bearable he had extended the invite to his dearest friend Yihwa, not letting him know any details except the location. Yihwa hadn't even questioned why Minhyun got invited to a ball but he must've felt it's better not to ask. Treaded in a bow tie suit, he made his way to the entrance. The ushers asked Minhyuns name and after matching his name to the names on the list he was allowed to step inside. He wasn’t too interested in the people that casted looks at him as he was waiting for his friend. It was still too early for his arrival so he decided to go further inside and scout the guests, most of them didn't know who he was but he knew who they were. His Father had done a great job of not showing his eldest son to others as far as he's concerned he wasn't even born, because his Father's public profile online doesn't even have his name as his son but he has his step son and step mother on it. It was confusing as to why this was decided and why he had to call himself a long distant son of his Fathers cousin for the longest of time. His father had never told him and because Minhyun hated his guts, he never bothered to ask. Some things are better left unknown.
Minhyun is always on high alert in these type of events, while he was scouting he felt a tug on his sleeve he turned around in a rush. "Wh- Yihwa, you made it!" Boy is it nice to see a familiar face aside from the filthy rich who talk about nothing entertaining. "Did you get here alright? Let's get a drink." He says as he leads Yihwa to the cocktails table with all the drinks already laid out, the two grab a glass each and stand gazing around. Two people near the centre stage which was just a little podium are seen arguing with their son staring from afar, their voices get increasingly louder “You invited him again? How many times do I need to tell you we don’t need him here!” The voices that were chatting quietened down at those words and her words didn’t miss Minhyuns sharp ears, he smiles quietly. Watching someone from the crowd come and tell the couple to keep it down.
The odd ways nature has the strength to regrow just as a bushfire settles, and everything is burnt to crisp. All it takes is a minuscule amount of rain and sunshine for it to grow a stem, and from that stem a leaf then soon a flower comes to beam at the Sun.
🛍 the one thing i wish all of my followers knew about me
MY EXPERIENCE IN THE ROLEPLAYING COMMUNITY
🛍 the one thing i wish all of my followers knew about me
The one thing ... there's no particular 'thing' but I've always wanted to say my muse is everything I am not. Yes, some similar integrations have been created but he's someone I want to be in terms of how much he has life together.
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MY EXPERIENCE IN THE ROLEPLAYING COMMUNITY
🎹 the worst roleplay trend i ever saw
Honestly the only one coming to my head is the excessive use of psd to the point where the whole image visually wasn't appealing or easy on the eyes.
And when people used to make those small gifs for their muses which had heavy psd on it too. I can't remember anything else.
❛ i promised my parents i'd introduce them to my partner the next time they came around ... will you please pretend to be my girlfriend / boyfriend? ❜
❛ you can stop pretending, there's no one around anymore. ❜
❛ somewhere along the way, my fake feelings became real feelings for you. ❜
❛ if you want others to believe we're dating, you'll have to start acting like you at least like me. ❜
❛ do you think they believed we're in love? ❜
❛ thank you for pretending to be my boyfriend / girlfriend. ❜
❛ if you still need a date for tonight, i'm free. ❜
❛ they're looking suspicious. quick, kiss me. ❜
❛ give me one more stupid pet name and i'll break up with you right here, right now. ❜
❛ can you please pretend to be my partner so this asshole will leave me alone? ❜
❛ it says couples only ... let's say we're dating and we'll get in. ❜
❛ we don't have to kiss, do we? ❜
❛ no one's going to buy it unless we actually commit to the act. ❜
❛ i'm not comfortable with doing anything more than holding your hand. ❜
❛ it feels wrong to lie to everyone like that. why can't we just tell them we're just friends? ❜
❛ fake dating you is a lot more fun than i expected. ❜
❛ surprisingly, i really enjoy your company. we should do this again sometime. ❜
❛ my date bailed on me, can you take their place instead? ❜
❛ can we do this again? but maybe this time as an actual date. ❜
❛ relax, so far everything went well and no one is suspecting anything yet. ❜
❛ i don't think i can fake being in love with you anymore ... because i've fallen in love with you for real. ❜
❛ the others are going to catch on if you keep sending me death stares. ❜
❛ please say you'll do it so they'll finally stop harassing me to find someone. ❜
❛ i heard you needed a date tonight, so here i am. ❜
❛ you don't have to do anything if you aren't comfortable with it. ❜
❛ shouldn't we go over our stories so we don't accidentally tell people two completely different versions of how we met? ❜
❛ wow, you almost convinced me you really meant what you were saying. ❜
❛ wait, this wasn't part of the act? ❜
❛ we're already so close, no one will suspect a thing. ❜
❛ okay, but won't we have to explain it when we break up? ❜
❛ if you really want to get out of this so bad, you'll have to be the ones to break up with me in front of our friends and family. ❜
❛ i couldn't have asked for a better person to be my fake girlfriend / boyfriend. ❜
❛ when did your feelings for me become real? ❜
❛ how long do we have to keep this up? ❜
❛ i don't like lying to people about things like that ... but if it'll make you happy i'll do it. ❜
❛ want to help me make my ex jealous? ❜
❛ i know this wasn't part of the plan but i think i've caught real feelings for you. ❜
❛ you don't have to pretend anymore ... no one's looking anyway. ❜
❛ was any of it real or was it all just fake? because it didn't feel fake to me. ❜
❛ will you at least hold my hand? ❜
