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                 Tae already began to raid through his things when she said those words. Head turned to her and eyebrow raised. ❝the winner should ALWAYS treat the loser to be honest! I deserve it after this… This mess❞ he gestured and nodded his head eagerly. He said that he wasn’t hungry before but now that SHE would pay? ❝I want a burger and fries❞

a little puff of air comes out of him at jihoon’s admission, his whole body suddenly warm like a cat left sunbathing in a window. teddy’s not embarrassed, rather, he feels the same – as much as two really good friends could miss one another.  ‘ i miss you all the time too, ’  he tells him innocently. 

teddy lets his feet up, the swing creaking at the release and propelling teddy back to the other side of the set’s frame before wildly swinging back to its center.  ‘ that’s fine, ’  he nods. teddy knows jihoon’s life can be stressful and that it would be better to distract him from it than confronting it.  ‘ we can talk about other things. hm — oh !  did i tell you ?  i ran into mrs. meyer again yesterday and her bulldog had a new sweater on. apparently her aunt knits them for him. from what i’ve seen, i think that dog has more sweaters than i have hoodies. ’

          JIHOON  HAS  SO  MUCH  adoration  for  the  other  boy  that  his  chest  is  threatening  to  burst  with  it.  this  friendship  is  walking  the  line  of  meaning  more  to  the  boy  than  he  dares  put  into  words:  more  than  what’s  accepted  in  his  family,  too.  still  he  allows  for   teddy’s  words  to  bring  out  a  slight  blush  on  his  cheeks.

there’s probably something to be said about how alva will insert themselves into others’ lives at the first whiff of danger. they, at the very core of their being, just want to help and for as long as alva had known beckett, it seemed like he always needed it. and they do so, not out of pity, but rather what they feel is obligation because beckett is self-destructive but a good person, and they believe he can be better. 

alva goes gently to him, letting the other wrap an arm around their shoulders to pull them closer. whatever tiredness they had felt from being woken up in the middle of the night is pretty much gone, clutching the bottle tighter like it’s about to fall from their grip.  ‘ aw, thank you, beck, ’  they return with feigned enthusiasm, their free arm coming up around his waist. alva takes a tentative step back, seeing if they could pull beckett along with them.  ‘ how about we get you home ? ’

          HE  HATES  HIMSELF  AND  that’s  why  he  does  this:  drinks  until  he’s  numb,  until  a  dull  kind  of  pain  settles  within  him  and  he  forgets  there  is  anything  else.  he  believes  he  deserves  it  in  a  way,  and  somehow  he  also  does.  he  shouldn’t  be  dragging  good  people  like  alva  down  with  him,  but  beckett  is  desperate  for  affection,  starving  for  love,  and  he  will  grasp  at  anything  even  if  it  means  destruction.  selfish,  selfish  boy.

     —  “ARE  YOU  CALLING  ME  A  BRAT  ?”  ALLISON  EXCLAIMED,  surprised to realise that they were actually teasing each other. maybe it was growth that made them able to have a civil conversation. maybe they had both dealt with a lot during high school and had finally been able to shed that image of themselves. “maybe i should tell you to leave instead, if this is the treatment i get.”

still, she couldn’t hide the surprise on her face as mason returned with a drink and her favourite treat carefully placed on a plate. “oh … that’s – you didn’t have to do that. “ a small smile played on her lips. “you remembered that i liked them, huh ?” allison took a small bite, strawberry spreading on her tongue and she hid the wide smile stretching across her face in the palm of her hand. “thank you.”

          IT’S  A  PLEASANT  SURPRISE  to  find  that  possibly  they  can  banter  like  this  without  the  claws.  «  well,  i  suppose  i  also  called  myself  a  douchebag  so  can’t  we  just  say  we’re  even  ?  »    he  chuckles  with  a  shrug.  funny  how  things  changed  —  if  mason  believed  in  destiny  he  might’ve  had  one  thing  or  another  to  say  about  their  entire  situation.

in the harder moments of what came to be, when sleep alludes him for another night, jinho could tell you the hours, minutes and seconds since haeun’s hospitalisation. nothing had ever been the same since. he’d imagined himself a life with her — happily married with one kid, a girl of course, and a dog. growing old like they do in the movies; like both of their families. instead, where fields of flowers used to grow, their relationship crumbled beneath their hands into dust. the entirety of their relationship boxed up and shipped to her parents attic, gathering dust just the same. he is unsure if anything could grow there again. haeun’s parents and the doctors too, had offered only kindness in its sincerest form from the get go; he’d never deserved any of it. how are you meant to rebuild your life when you can’t remember what it was before ?

but he can’t be mad, can he ? he’d lost his lover. she’d lost her childhood, everything good that kept her smiling all those years. she’d lost so much more than he could begin to imagine but still he remains bitter in the darker days. their co-workers had warned him it would be hard  — they’d all have to un-learn what they knew. no longer were haeun and jinho joined at the hip when their schedules allowed. the couple everyone knew no longer remained. although, not once did that stop him worrying about her getting into the swing of things — he wishes he could help when she needed it most. life had given her such a poor hand despite her soft smile or her kindness.

despite heeding their advice, acting a stranger was never a possibility for jinho. he could try until his heart gave out but it would never sit right in his chest. he hadn’t even meant to hover far too close, only long enough to get a glimpse of the same list. his memory when it came to his work schedule often failed him too. stepping away, he doesn’t mean to catch her, a sigh heaving itself from his chest in quiet surprise when she too catches him. a look — that’s all it takes, for jinho to sink into his feelings, heart tightening in his rib cage; even knowing she feels nothing the same. “ haeun, ” jinho breathes out after a beat, visibly cringing at the formality. “ please, you don’t have to call me that. ” he offers lowly, stealing a second glance up at the sheet. “ you’re working a lot this week. you sure you’re okay? ”

          THIS  ISN’T  HER  FAULT  and  there  isn’t  a  single  soul  there  who  acts  as  if  it  is.  still,  haeun  feels  as  if  she  is  letting  them  down  somehow,  even  if  they  have  all  become  strangers  by  now  (  she  breaks  her  twin  brother’s  heart  every  day,  her  parents  tiptoe  around  her,  and  her  boyfriend  ..  the  person  she  supposedly  has  already  planned  the  rest  of  her  life  with  ..  she  can’t  even  utter  his  name  without  hesitation  in  her  tone  anymore  ).  this  isn’t  her  fault  and  yet  she  sits  with  guilt  buried  in  her  chest  like  a  second  heart.

     «   sorry,  jinho,  »  haeun  softly  replies,  still  so  hard  for  her  to  let  the  name  roll  off  of  her  tongue  as  if  it  means  anything  at  all  —  and  she  knows,  how  she  knows  it’s  supposed  to  mean  something.  «  yes.  »  the  answer  is  too  immediate,  too  abrupt  —  even  she  isn’t  dense  enough  to  ignore  jinho’s  attempts,  and  she  can’t  blame  him.  she  has  seen  the  pictures:  she  has  seen  her  own  adoration  in  her  eyes  looking  up  at  him  as  if  he  put  the  stars  in  the  sky.  she  has  seen  the  love  she  once  held  for  him,  as  if  there  would  never  be  one  after  or  next  to  him,  in  this  life  or the  next.  but  love  is  a  foreign  concept  to  the  girl  now  —  all  haeun  knows  is  life  is  unjust,  and  she  is  unlucky.

     —  IF  EATON  WERE  COMPLETELY  HONEST,  HE  RATHER  liked sneaking around. when he was younger ( and before life and reality had hit him hard ) he had wanted to be james bond. right now, with a cap on his head and a mask together covering the better part of his face, he wasn’t sure if his dreams had been fulfilled, but it sure was entertaining.

the park was mostly empty, given that it was a weekday in the middle of the day. eaton was in between promotions at the moment, so his days mostly consisted of practicing and recording, with the occasional variety show. right now he had nothing planned for a few hours and had decided to meet up with his favourite girl.

“what’s up, my little strawberry,” he cooed happily, voice slightly muffled from the mask covering his face. “you look like a delight as always.”

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          SHE  SHOULD  NOT  BE  proud  of  how  good  she  has  become  with  sneaking  around  like  this.  it  of  course  helps  that  her  company  let’s  their  idols  have  free  time  to  do  just  that  —  but  willa  has  never  been  good  with  restrictions,  and  whilst  she  knows  deep  down  that  free  time  doesn’t  mean  sneaking  out  with  other  idols  it’s  not  exactly  like  anyone  is  stopping  her  —  or  could,  if  they  tried.

     —  JINWOO  WAS,  FOR  A  LACK  OF  A  BETTER  WORD,  CONFUSED.  in one moment they were joking around, laughing hysterically, and now there was a stretched out silence between them. jinwoo could see every little detail of jun’s face, the shape of his eyes, smile lines that never really faded, the slight stubble on his chin. he was pretty, and the realisation startled jinwoo enough that a deep blush spread across his cheeks. these were thoughts better kept buried, and jinwoo knew that if he let himself stray too far they would never leave. 

there wasn’t anything he could say at that moment, because his voice would’ve quivered in the most deceiving way possible. it was better to stay quiet, even though it meant staring into junyoung’s eyes in silence as they didn’t move an inch. somehow his own hands had grabbed onto the fabric of jun’s shirt and he was helplessly holding onto it in some much needed support. what was he supposed to do ? this was a situation he’d never found himself in before and he had no idea where to go next. “um …” he said dumbly, fingers twisting in the thin fabric. “uhhh …”

            THIS  IS  UNKNOWN  TERRITORY  that  junyoung  should  know  better  than  to  leap  into.  but  he  is  a  simple  boy,  and  now  he  feels  he  is  compromised  —  half  of  him  wanting  to  search  to  see  if  there  is  something  more  there,  something  to  the  way  his  palpitating  heart  is  trying  to  jump  out  of  his  chest,  and  half  of  him  fearing  what  will  come  out  of  it  (  whether  it  be  feelings  or  perhaps  a  cracked  friendship  ).  is  he  not  exclusively  into  girls,  after  all  ?