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rkgowon:

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“you’re not going to eat anything, are you?” she finally asks, looking up at hyunjin. he had never been the biggest fan of chocolate, which chaewon just couldn’t understand. hyunjin had all the opportunities to eat as much as he wanted and instead of indulging, he was missing out on it. “i hope you’re prepared to carry all the bags full of chocolate i’ll be forced to take with me. that’s the main reason i dragged you here.”

if it weren’t so loud already, pounding music and incessant chatter amongst the crowd, hyunjin would release his hold on chaewon in embarrassment, maybe attempt to lose her in the crowd and weasel his way out of the coex convention center. he settles instead for a yelp when chaewon’s head hits his spine, flinching at the thump that causes more pain than it probably should (curse his lanky frame, and the fact that he bruises easily).

“hey,” hyunjin whines, shrugging chaewon away. “why is your head so hard?”

he steers the two of them towards the chocolate eating contest, eyes zeroing in on the kids stuffing their faces with the sweets as a large digital clock counted down the remaining seconds of the contest. hyunjin doesn’t exactly understand why chaewon wants to go there when she, herself, can’t actually participate when—shit. “are you going to make me take part in the contest?” he gapes at her. “of course i’m not going to eat anything! i’d rather die, wonnie. that stuff tastes like trash.”

crossing his arms, hyunjin pouts playfully. “wow, so i’m just here for you to take advantage of my muscles? er... my... bones... seriously, chaewon, why am i here? we both know that you have more muscle than me.”

⚘ — ✾ what happens at chococon stays at chococon

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seungheerk:

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however, when the younger broke the bar in half, placing one end of the bar in seunghee’s hands, her eyes went wide. she stared at the younger blankly ― he wasn’t really considering making her break her promise to her coaches, was he ? “ hyunjin … ” seunghee murmured, glancing down at the bar in her hand. she pursed her lips ― “ you’re really trying to torture me, you know that ? ” she asked, trying to mask a pained expression. “ i can’t just say screw it ― my coaches will actually come and find me. ” she pointed out, eyes falling down to the half-bar in her hands. “ i’m still gonna be guilty if i eat it. ” she admitted, frowning, watching as hyunjin chomped into his without a care in the world. it must’ve been wonderful not to be a skater anymore.

tw: mentions of food, heavy dieting and probably an eating disorder !!!

it’s obvious to any outsider’s eye that seunghee is struggling. hyunjin knows what it feels like to want something you can’t have, even if what he wants is a little bigger than a chocolate bar. but just because she can’t have it all, doesn’t mean seunghee should completely give it up. (he fails to apply this advice to himself). it’s okay to treat yourself once in a while. that’s what keeps you going.

“noona,” he speaks between chews. he tries not to show the grimace on his face from the taste; admittedly, it’s not as bad as he’d originally thought, but it’s definitely not something he’d eat everyday. still, he takes another bite to prove his point to seunghee. “i’m doing something i don’t want to right now — not that i don’t want to spend time with you, but i hate chocolate. but look at me right now! i’m eating it!”

he understands the constant need to diet, to watch what you eat. though he’s stopped skating, the habits are so ingrained in him at this point that it lingers. hyunjin eats maybe one meal a day, and frowns at the sight of food, not because he wants or has to, but because that’s what he’s learned to do since an early age. he was fortunate enough to not love any one food that would haunt him while dieting, but everyone has a weakness. his was potato chips.

“guilt only exists if you let it, noona,” he says softly. he doesn’t want to push her (except that’s exactly what he’s doing) but he doesn’t want her to suffer through the whole day without indulging in a little chocolate. “it doesn’t matter if you gain a little bit of weight, but still, one chocolate bar won’t make you 10 kilograms heavier. start with a small step: just take one bite, and if you don’t want to finish the rest, we’ll throw it out. but just take one bite. your coaches won’t know if you don’t tell them.”

. : i want candy : .

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❝ anime is love, anime is life. ❞

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if there’s anything other than rap that hyunjin has taken up as a hobby lately, it’s anime. he doesn’t know what it is about the television shows, just that they’re too addictive for his well-being. his mother has knocked his door down in the middle of the night to yell at him for laughing too loudly, only to be met by her son’s face ominously illuminated by the light of his laptop.

it can’t be helped; how can hyunjin not express the extreme emotions he gets when he watches fairy tail, each time lucy gains another celestial key or whenever erza switches into a new armour (plus, they’re both beautiful girls). how can he not laugh when natsu and gray get into their never-ending fights? if he could sit through an entire episode without twitching, he doesn’t think he would be classified as a human.

hyunjin’s running out for morning groceries, list clenched in his fist. it’s his parents’ way of getting him away from the laptop for at least an hour, especially since he’s been marathoning fairy tail to catch up to the current airing episode. the memories of the latest natsu battle are fresh in his mind, though, and with the street void of other bodies, hyunjin mulls over the newest ability of the anime character. he mimics the movements from the show, arms spreading out, and turns 360 degrees on one foot.

“crimson lotus: exploding flame blade!” he yells, just before there’s an impact, his hand hitting against something, that causes him to careen sideways. wide eyed, hyunjin stares at the person who he had slapped right in the face, disbelieving of the fact that 1. he’d hit a stranger and 2. someone had seen him acting like a foolish weeaboo. “oh my gosh,” hyunjin mutters in mortification under his breath. “are you okay? i’m so sorry! i —i didn’t think there was anyone here —oh my gosh.”

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jinsoulrk:

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“unless you have plans already.” she’s quickly grounded by the fact that he definitely does have other friends that he could spend time with. she’s never been that sort of high maintenance, and there’s a sort of easygoing quality, facade or not but it’s there. “but there’s a new cafe that opened and everyone says it’s really pretty.”

jinsoul is the first person to wish him a happy birthday, besides his family and chaewon (who may as well be considered kin at this point as well). he’s grateful, for he has no real plans on how to spend this day; his parents want him to throw a party and invite all of his friends, but then brings the trouble of financing the party. his mother will want to buy snacks and order greasy, overpriced food, while his father will want to rent out a karaoke machine as if they’re celebrating something actually important. besides, he doesn’t have enough friends to invite for it to be considered a party.

“no, it’s okay, i can pay for myself!” he assures the girl, hand searching his pockets for any loose change. it comes up empty, save for a piece of lint and a gum wrapper, leaving hyunjin to smile sheepishly. he knows, even if he argues, jinsoul will force him to the cafe if he doesn’t have any plans and is only worried about the cost. it’s his birthday, after all. “just this once,” he warns her gently. “i’ll pay you back tomorrow.”

it baffles him that she’d expect him to have plans. he had all but sold his soul to convince chaewon not to drag him out for some cheap, useless celebration, but for some reason, when jinsoul insists, he can’t say no. even if he had somewhere to be, he’d probably tag along with her solely out of guilt of rejecting her invitation.

“is it as pretty as you?”

hyunjin’s hand flies up to slap over his mouth as soon as the words slip from his mouth. he hadn’t meant to say it out loud, only in his head, but now it’s out in the air and his cheeks are burning beneath his palm. without sparing her a glance, hyunjin turns on his heel and begins in the presumed direction of the cafe. “okay, let’s go. to the cafe. drink some tea and celebrate my birthday. with you and me. let’s go.”

freesia

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hyunjin’s playlist - the interior. click here to listen.

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01. that’s not me - skepta

“them man are stylin, that's not me them man are swaggin, that's not me”

hyunjin isn’t like all the other teenage boys at school. he doesn’t try and impress people with brand names, or try to be someone he’s not just to fit society’s current trends. he comes from a household that’s not exactly the richest, nor the poorest, and he’s not going to try and hide behind burdensome things

02. me you - russ

“me, got it out the mud, they respect that me, always spread the love when I get back you, got your hand out, that's a bitch move you, always complaining like a bitch do”

hyunjin’s always been humble when it comes to figure skating. he climbed from the bottom ranks, barely having enough money to attend lessons, to making the olympic team. compared to his competitors, he’s still kind whereas they’ve let the attention and success get to their heads.

03. pray for me - the weeknd

“I fight the world, I fight you, I fight myself I fight God, just tell me how many burdens left”

fighting for a spot on the olympic team, hyunjin constantly had to work to improve himself, to be better than others and to be better than himself from the day before. it was a constant war with others to be the best in order to perform on a world stage, and at that point in his life, hyunjin was willing to give everything to win the battle (he lost).

04. whoever u are - night lovell

“and fuck all the shining it's all about timing”

the timing wasn’t right for his success. with his spot taken by a better skater at the last minute, he knows that it should be him shining on the ice for the world to see, but it’s not him and his mental state is a mess.

05. dark days - kano

“this is my cure this is my remedy for your entertainment but this is my therapy”

ever since getting cut from the olympic figure skating team, hyunjin has taken up rapping to deal with the emotions he has. it’s one of the only ways he can freely express his feelings on the subject, and it helps that he seems to have a natural talent for it all, which only drives him to improve even more, so as to not fail another time.

06. hellevator - stray kids

“people tell me this kind of suffering is just a passing storm that if I want to succeed, even though I’m afraid I need to set up a trap called failure”

hyunjin is enduring through his failure, walking through a life where he hasn’t achieved what he’s dreamt of his whole life. but he’s still going to chase after his dreams, even if the dreams themselves have changed.

07. go - nct dream

“why are you in despair? this is the future you ruined yourself”

ultimately, hyunjin says it’s all his own fault. his ambition, his skills, his everything. he was lacking from the very beginning, but he’s going to take responsibility for it and stop living in a world where he watches things pass by in a blur.

08. reload - #gun

“one by one they’ll know me it tastes so sweet so I haven’t given up yet”

maybe he’s better off this way. he’s found solace in rap, and now he just has to work twice as hard as he did for figure skating to achieve success and garner attention.

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rkwon:

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his reflexes aren’t exactly the fastest, they never have been and won won’t lie and say he’s ever been good at making impromptu decisions. in certain situations he can follow his instincts, and one in particular comes to mind ( and maybe that’s why he’s not looking where he’s going ) but this time, he’s running on pure adrenaline as he spots the small dog a few feet away from his skateboard hurtling in its direction. he’s running on the heat of the moment as he swerves out of the way not to bump into it or its owner, catches daisy off guard as he almost topples off himself. once around the obstacle, he focuses on straightening himself up. “that was lucky, huh?” he mumbles to the curious golden retriever still bouncing with every step. “I blame mingyu.” 

hyunjin wouldn’t say kkami is an athletic dog, persay. he lounges around at home, almost always sleeping and snoring loudly. the only times he gets excited enough for fast movement is at the mention of a treat, or when he’s taken for a walk and hyunjin drops the leash; only then will he pick up the pace, tongue hanging from his mouth and ears flapping in the wind.

his dog isn’t easily distracted. hyunjin’s father likes to joke that kkami goes into “autopilot mode” because he never deviates from a path, happily strolling down the pavement and following its curves. he prides himself on the fact that he’d trained this dog so well, so when the unexpected happens, hyunjin is left flailing in a panic and yelling for his dog.

“kkami!” he chases after the japanese chin whose attention has been diverted to a rather beautiful golden retriever and its owner that skateboards past. hyunjin’s dog is bounding straight for the other boy, causing him to veer sideways, but kkami seems uncaring for the commotion he’s caused. instead, he struts around the retriever, sniffing haughtily at the other dog’s behind as hyunjin finally catches up to the scene.

“i’m so sorry!” hyunjin’s panting from the sprint, but he still takes the time to bow ninety degrees in apology for the inconvenience. “are you hurt anywhere? is your dog oka—kkami!” he picks the leash off the ground, tugging his dog, who’s taken to pawing at the other’s chest, away. “sorry, he’s not usually like this!”

life is ruff.

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seungheerk:

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glaring up at him again, seunghee frowned ― “ how couldn’t i ? i’m actually a normal person, unlike you, apparently. ” she pointed out, shaking her head. “ i mean, look at these !! ahh, that one has almond butter in it !! and some of them have toffee ?? ” she looked up at hyunjin, clearly confused. “ how … do you not like chocolate, there’s literally chocolate for anyone’s taste. you’re inhuman or something. ”

tw: mentions of food and dieting !!!

seunghee’s so full of life and energy, her voice transcending the bustling crowd of families with squealing children. it never fails to attract attention from strangers, but hyunjin’s learned through experience how to hide from the curious and judgemental eyes of other people. he shakes his head, adjusting his hair to allow his fringe to fall over his eyes. tugging on his hoodie sleeves, he clenches them in his fists, covering his hands.

his eyes flit over to her when she goes quiet, sparing her a quick once over at the mention of her weight. of all people, hyunjin, too, knew of the consequences that come hand-in-hand with training. though he’s lucky in that feature, having learned how to curb his hunger and cravings (there’s no need for it any longer, but it’s a habit that’s hard to break). he’s seen fellow skaters’ struggles with the dieting aspect of the sport, the grueling ways in which they push themselves to fit the skin-tight uniform on ice. it just always seems to slip his mind when it concerns close friends like seunghee, as if the issue is outweighed by her numerous achievements. he says nothing about the topic, though, already taking note of the solemn atmosphere and wishing it away.

hyunjin doesn’t refrain from frowning at her implications. him, inhuman? shouldn’t the woman with the irrational addiction be inhuman? he clears his throat. “clearly, there’s not chocolate for everyone if there’s no chocolate for me,” he points out nonchalantly. he can’t handle the excessive sweetness, even if there’s dried fruits or nuts. sugary snacks are for some people, but hyunjin prefers salty ones like chips.

he picks up a chocolate bar, examining the wrapper and the contents inside. sea salt caramel. it catches his eye, something he can share with seunghee for both of their pleasure. “how much is this?” he asks the vender, already digging in his pocket for some change. hyunjin hands over the proper amount, thanking the salesperson and ripping the wrapping off the small chocolate bar.

breaking the bar in half, he takes seunghee’s hand and places the other end into her palm with an insistent smile. “one day won’t hurt, noona. look, we’ll split it in half so you can eat without feeling any guilt, and then we’ll walk off all the calories throughout the day together, okay?” hyunjin taps his half of the candy bar against seunghee’s as if they were clinking wine glasses like in the movies, uttering a genial “cheers!” before carefully biting into it.

. : i want candy : .

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rkgowon:

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now, chaewon isn’t used to getting flustered by anything, but her face quickly changes colour and despite usually being very comfortable with hyunjin and being unable to see him as more than the boy she grew up with and once forced into an anna from frozen costume, he suddenly looks and sounds very much like a proper actual boy. chaewon can’t help it, she ends up squealing and using her free hand to hit the very first thing she could reach, which happened to be hyunjin’s thigh, repeatedly. “oh my god, it worked! i can’t believe it, but my heart definitely went woosh for a second there.” she grins excitedly, despite her own pink face, because the only thing more important than the flusteredness he just put her through was the fact that hyunjin’s confession just had to succeed. “but you have to not make that face when you say it, you looked mildly constipated. it was mostly the voice and the sentence that did it.” 

hyunjin doesn’t understand all of this relationship talk. girls want a boy who’s mean but not too mean? how do you get the perfect balance? but then they also want a boy who’s soft? they’re trying to fulfill some weird fanfiction fantasy in their minds and he’s not sure he can conform to their image of an ideal man (first of all, he isn’t even a man. he’s far from it, actually). being mean isn’t something hyunjin excels at. he’s a pushover; he lets people walk all over him because he doesn’t have a mean bone in his body. he treats everyone nicely, so how can he make a girl feel special?

all the information has his brain on the verge of exploding.

the pink tint in chaewon’s face is patent against her pale skin, and hyunjin immediately finds himself smiling at the thought of having at least some form of effect on her. this is park chaewon, after all, and the only time she’s gotten flustered by him is when he jabs at her height. and it’s definitely not a positive blush, but rather an angry one. she’s cute when she’s not being annoying or bullying him.

“ow!” hyunjin howls in pain at the stinging sensation on his thigh, hands flying to grip at the area in hopes of dulling the pain. he stares, open mouthed and eyebrows pinched together, at his best friend. “what the heck—if it was so good then why did you hit me, you brat!”

rubbing his thigh in discomfort, he frowns at chaewon. “i’m not constipated. i use the bathroom more regularly than you do, thank you very much.”

the thought of completing this action again, with someone else (and someone who he barely even knows!) has hyunjin shaking his head and rambling about every possible thing that could go wrong, save for the world ending. “i can’t do this with her! i don’t want her to think i’m constipated, chaewon, i want her to know i have regular bowel movements like every other guy and that i like her, not that i want to be mean to her but confuse her by saying she’s mine. and what even is romance? aren’t we too young for that? oh my gosh i want to dig a hole and crawl in it. i’m going to be alone forever.”

⚘ — ✾ clothes make the man

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seungheerk:

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“ hyunjinnie !! this isn’t fair, we shouldn’t have come here … ” she whined, despite their going to chococon being her own idea. she leaned on the younger boy, gripping his arm and dragging him toward one of the tables decorated with delectable chocolates that seunghee wanted so badly to stuff in her mouth. “ my coaches hate me. hyunjin, why do they hate me so much. look at all this. how do you hate this ? ”

tw mentions of food / dieting !

hyunjin thought going to chococon once was terrible enough, but seunghee’s begging had weakened him, wittled him down until he sighed and agreed. he didn’t even know why seunghee wanted so desperately to go when she wasn’t allowed to eat the sweets, but he supposes he’s always been a little too good at self control when it comes to food.  “you’re the one who wanted to come!” he defends himself, letting himself be pulled around by the older girl. hyunjin stiffens at seunghee’s touch, but forces himself to relax. he’s known her since his first skating competition; there’s no reason to be uncomfortable.

“they don’t hate you. why can’t you just eat a little bit? since the o—” he pauses, a bitter taste in his mouth at the mention of the olympics. as hard as he tries not to, he can’t help the resentful thoughts that suddenly cloud his mind, and he tries to force himself to smile it all away. “since the competition is over. or even better, we could go to the bookstore instead! i haven’t had the chance to pick up the new volume of haikyuu yet!”

but he ends up towering awkwardly beside her, staring down at the delicacies with a frown. the aroma of fresh chocolate is overbearing and far too sweet for his taste. “how do you love this? it’s walking diabetes and calories. plus, it’s just... it’s gross...”

. : i want candy : .

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12/∞ random gifs of hyunjin

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HELLO i have some connections i’m searching for under the cut. pls give them a peek and let me know via comments or ims!!! sos

blood is thicker than water - cousins, older or younger. some he’s known since birth and been well acquainted with, who comes over for family dinners quite often, and others who he’s just recently started taking notice of. they can love each other or they can hate each other.

for the first time - hyunjin’s never shared a first kiss before. this could be backdated to when they were younger and were curious friends, or it can be presently. maybe one of them is trying to make someone else jealous, or maybe it’s an accident.

puppy love - a female high school student. they’re completely infatuated with each other, finding reasons to touch or sneaking out of class to talk in the hallway. one day, one of them confesses and from then on, it’s exclusive. THIS IS NOT END GAME.

his/her impact - the friend (girl or boy) who introduced hyunjin to the underground/rap scene, now almost every friday night is spent at some performance or karaoke bar where they can rap to their heart’s content.

log on - they met online at a young age and started an online friendship. even though they’re a lot older now, they still chat at least twice a week. 

life is ruff - friends who meet at the dog park and their pooches hit it off

yuri on ice - pls i need a skater squad for hyunjin

any of the open events!!

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rkgowon:

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“i want to try all the chocolate,” chaewon attempts to convey loudly enough for hyunjin to hear and gives his fingers a squeeze, “hyunjin, what do your elven eyes see?” 

hyunjin doesn’t quite understand why there needs to be a convention celebrating chocolate, of all things. then again, with his intense disdain for the delicacy, he never truly understood why people (girls especially) were so obsessed with it. if it was up to him, he’d be at home watching old videos of his ice skating, or practicing facial features in the mirror while rapping in his bedroom.

but, of course, the duty of a best friend is to tag along on adventures. the duty of being chaewon’s best friend is offering to attend against your will for fear of getting kicked in the shin. despite her stature, the girl is frighteningly strong—or maybe he’s just too weak willed when it comes to her.

due to the bustling crowd, hyunjin’s grip on her hand is firm yet gentle, so not to lose his small friend. he tries to maneuver them as best as he can without jostling chaewon or having her bump into strangers, but the task would definitely be easier if she were ten centimeters taller.

hyunjin squints his eyes, attempting to read all the banners with directions and sweetly-punned names. “they’re taking the chocolate to isengard,” he informs her in his best legolas impression, never missing the chance to humour her. “there’s... white chocolate over there, a booth on how to make homemade chocolate over there, a chocolate eating contest... where do you want to go first?”

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rkwendy:

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She gasps and to her relief, Hyunjin gets up fast. After all, it was a hip injury that took her away from competitive skating. “Training was the usual,” she replies to his question. She pulls her skates out of her bag and starts putting them on. “Enough about me… Hyunjinnie, how have you been?”  

he doesn’t miss the worried gasp she lets out. she’s always been protective of him, especially after her injury. seungwan didn’t want his fate to go the same way as hers. ultimately, their path was different but their final destination had been the same, albeit at different points in their lives. had it not been for the hip injury, wendy would have been able to continue on and garner success. on the other hand, hyunjin wasn’t good enough.

there’s no excess pain, so he smiles reassuringly at her. he’s fine, physically at least.

“just the usual?” hyunjin gapes. “come on, noona. training should be exciting! are there any new trainees? any fun songs you’ve been working on? any romance? you can tell me everything, and i won’t tell anyone!” he wiggles his eyebrows at the mention of wendy’s love life, because it’s arguably the most interesting thing for the teenage brain (and his love life is dry, so he lives vicariously through others).

the questions pour out one after the other, and subconsciously, hyunjin knows it’s because he’s trying to avoid the topic at hand. seungwan also knows, and that’s why she cuts to the chase.

he rubs at the nape of his neck, avoiding her eyes at all cost. “well... i’ve started to rap so i’m okay, i guess... but... actually, this is the first time i’m skating since the news, so i guess i’m rusty.” hyunjin laughs bitterly, and he can already feel the tears pricking at his eyes. “i don’t know what to do anymore, noona. i'm not good enough to skate professionally, but this is what i love! how can i keep going without making it hurt?”

❝ i am you, you are me. ❞

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❝ remember me. ❞

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backdated to: middle school !

in the crowd of uniformed students, everyone bears small flower bouquets and don jubilant smiles at the conclusion of the ceremony. hyunjin mills around, chatting with his middle school friends amongst the others who are in the same boat as him, but when he spots somi, he bids a farewell to his other peers and maneuvers his way through the throng of people.

“somi!” though she’s not in his graduating class, she’s still one of hyunjin’s closest friends in the school. they’re alike in a lot of ways, and it’s rare to find another aspiring athlete (one that’s serious about their dreams at this age, anyways). even if the sports are two very different fields, and perhaps even a reversal in regards to the stereotypical gender roles, but that’s what makes their friendship so interesting.

he halts in front of the younger girl with an untroubled smile. “thank you for coming to the graduation. i can’t believe i’m already preparing for high school now... and then in two years i’ll be at the olympics!” the thought of it all excites him: performing an impossibly perfect routine, being surrounded with world class athletes, making a name for himself, being crowned the pride of south korea like yuna kim. his body tingles at all the possibilities. 

“you’ll keep an eye out for me in 2018, right?” hyunjin asks, smiling naively. they’ve talked about this a lot, but sometimes he just needs reassurance. he extends his arm, though not one for skinship (unless it’s chaewon, but she’s impossible to say no to), holding his pinky out for somi. besides accidental brushes against each other, this is the first time he initiates something. “pinky promise?”

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rkgowon:

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“but you’re, uh- well you’re definitely not ugly. you’re not like oppa, but you’re a pretty boy and that’s always a plus. if you’re nice and grab her wrist and say stuff like ‘you’re mine now’ she will totally fall head over heels for you.” a possibly brilliant, probably useless, idea pops up in her head and chaewon turns her body to face hyunjin and folds one leg beneath the other before holding out her arm to him. “here, let’s try it. you have to look at me and be all serious and manly. so try to make your face look less babyish.”

he’s similar to a blubbering fish, opening and closing his mouth while trying to figure out what exactly to say—what will get him out of the situation, or what will soften the blow that chaewon is bound to give him for calling her short. hyunjin will never understand how the people lacking height always get offended when one points out their small stature, but the ones who tower over them are too laid-back to care if someone points their lankiness out.

when she sits next to him, hyunjin angles his body to face her. his eyebrows furrow; he knows he can’t compare to minhyuk. chaewon’s brother is everything that hyunjin is not, and he doesn’t need his best friend to tell him that. “but... i thought girls don’t like being treated like a piece of meat? does that mean i have to be rude to girls to get them to fall in love with me? i mean, that’s how all the dramas work...”

he doesn’t know if he should feel offended or relieved. “what do you mean ‘definitely not ugly?!’” hyunjin’s hands fly up to prod at his face self-consciously, pouting at the thought. he’s never thought he’s above average, but hyunjin always thought he was better than “not ugly.” people say he has a nice, gentle-looking face. by people, he means his mother.

leaning backwards and away from chaewon’s outstretched hand, he stares down at it with a look of apprehension. “how do i make myself look less babyish? but uh... okay...” he inhales deeply, shutting his eyes for a second. hyunjin’s face twitches in an attempt to discern what could make him look more “manly.” he narrows his eyes, pressing his lips tightly together and lifting his chin to look at chaewon with the smouldering expression he sees on all the kdrama actors, gripping her wrist and tugging her towards him. “hey... you’re mine, now.”

⚘ — ✾ clothes make the man