yjsacha

[yjsacha]

yjyoseob‌:

         Yoga wasn’t something that Joey had tried before, like, at all, but he always was someone on the lookout for anything new and exciting - even if it seemed like most of Sacha’s teammates didn’t view the prospect of yoga as exciting, leaving Sacha to go to Joey as a workout buddy. Not that he minded, Sacha was an interesting guy.

“Oh dude, you definitely can, trust me,” Joey said, trying to stretching out to try and grab his toes to very little avail, even resorting to bending his knees before getting a dirty look and going back to stretching again. “Well, maybe not like a rubber band, but any time you have a strain or tear that’s pretty close, you know?” He grins a little bit at Sacha’s upside. “Yeah, at least you’ve got that goin’ for ya.”

oh, well that’s a bit concerning to hear. sacha blinks and immediately stops reaching for his toes, instead flexing his feet to test the durability of his legs. since apparently they’re more fragile than he anticipated. “maybe yoga wasn’t the best idea,” sacha concedes. “do you think the zumba class is still open? it won’t help with flexibility but at least they get to listen to fun music and not snap their fragile, rubber muscles.”

it’s a little too late to be saying that though, because the payment for the class is already down and sacha can see the instructor warming up in front of the class. it’s an introductory-level class though, so hopefully they won’t be attempting anything too dangerous or flexible. “who knew stretching could be so dangerous. i thought this was supposed to be good for your soul or whatever, but now i’m going to be stressed the whole time that i may end up tearing myself in half.”

[yjsacha]

TASK 003. // CHILDHOOD

“I let you down, wayward and wild, but I'm somebody else's, somebody else's child.”

001. ⟩ where did your muse grow up? how did they like living there then, and how do they feel about it now?

sacha grew up in st. petersburg. he was born there, and even when he traveled for school and hockey, he always felt it was his home. sacha had a complicated relationship with the city. more often than not he was locked away on his family’s property- a sprawling manor with an army of staff to take care of everything he needed. his childhood was a snowy property, a glassy, frozen lake, and a driveway so long he couldn’t even see the gate of his property’s entrance from inside his house. when he was young he used to play make believe that he was a prince, and when he was finally old enough they’d open the gates and let him ride off on an adventure to slay a dragon or defeat an evil wizard. it was a lonely place, so sacha filled up the empty halls with his imagination.

002. ⟩ did they have any childhood pets? if not, did they want some?

sacha had exactly one pet he considered his own growing up. his mother always loved keeping cats around the house, the fancy ones with a pedigree certificate and a monthly trip to the groomers. one of their cats was knocked up by a stray, and had a small litter of ugly, flat-faced kittens. sacha begged and begged, until he got to keep one. she had long, frizzy brown hair and muddy green eyes, traits picked up from her stray father. and sacha loved her, because she was sweeter and odder than any of the prissy felines his mother kept. he named her zhaba after the wide, muddy toads that lived by the lake in the summer. she was ugly like a toad, and her squeaky voice sounded closer to a croak than it did a meow. when he went off to boarding school when he was twelve, he wasn’t able to bring her with him. the day before he flew to germany was the last time he saw her.

003. ⟩ what type of education did they receive growing up? what type of student were they? did it change over time?

when sacha was young, his education came in the form of home tutoring. the only time he ever left the manor was when his mother wanted to bring him shopping with her, or take him to dinner at the manors of other wealthy russian businessmen. his day was divided between learning and hockey, with breaks only for meals. he liked his tutors, and was a bright boy when he was younger. he picked up lessons quickly. when sacha was twelve, he received a scholarship to a prestigious boarding school in germany for hockey. he spent the rest of his education there, and his once bright and curious mind seemed to dim. he could never pick up on the language as he had picked up on russian and korean. plus, his teachers all treated him like an athlete. he was there to win them trophies, not learn. so they gave him b’s without making him do any actual work. so sacha became a lazy student, doing the bare minimum and drifting off in class. if the teachers had given up on him, what was the point?

004. ⟩ what were some of their favorite childhood activities?

there was only one activity for sacha. his obsession with hockey started young, at four years old with tiny baby blades tied to his feet and his tutor pulling him across the thick ice of his property’s lake. he would beg his mother or his nanny to bring him into the city to the big outdoor rink, where couples and families all glided around together. he was then gifted his first hockey stick when he was five, tiny and bright green. from there it spiraled, where he’d spend any free second on the ice. then he began joining teams, and he was good. good enough to be scouted to the best of the best, where you would be on the ice from six am to eight pm day after day. his favorite activity was also his lifeblood, his career from before he could count to a hundred.

005. ⟩ do they have siblings? what is their relationship like? if they were an only child, did they want siblings? did they have someone close to them that they considered a sibling?

sacha was, of course, an only child. unless you counted his own mother, who he never actually got to meet because she died on the table almost as soon as he was brought into this world. with his grandparents raising him, he never really considered the possibility of siblings. he was already a mistake, one that was burdened on his family. he was lucky enough they took care of him, he would never be selfish enough to ask for another child in the house. more than anything he wanted a friend. he had his teammates, sure, but he spent his youth either getting tutored at home or sent to a country where he couldn’t speak the language, so had a hard time forging friendships. maybe a sibling would’ve cured the lonely ache that’s always resided in his chest.

006. ⟩ what did they wanna become when they grew up? how did those aspirations pan out?

if you ask anyone who has ever met sacha at any point in his life, they would tell you the same thing: sacha is a hockey player. there’s no room for interpretation there. he could skate as soon as he could walk, and use a stick like it was an extension of himself. and he achieved his dreams. he had trophies at home, a shiny gold junior olympic medal, and so many framed jerseys with ‘babichev’ on the back that he could start a museum. but how did it pan out? he’s professional, his dream, but not at the level he always thought he would be at. but that’s not necessarily a bad thing. he’s playing for a new team, one where he can build himself into the history of. make a legacy for himself. all while finally allowing himself to live a life outside of the sport.

007. ⟩ what does their childhood room look like?

his room was not built for a child. it was a guest room, with ornate furniture, a large canopy bed, and expensive artwork hanging on the wall. he was always too guilty to touch anything, simply using the room to change and to sleep. he had a separate room, a play room as his family called it, that truly reflected his tastes. it was a shrine to his favorite hockey teams, had worn couches for jumping and rolling. there was a toy chest, one from a retail store and not a vintage collection. it was where he spent most of his time when he wasn’t at practice or tutoring he would be in that room.

008. ⟩ where was your muse’s favorite space as a child? is it still the same place, or has it altered? do they have more than one favorite space?

despite the loneliness the manor brought, it was always sacha’s home. especially the sprawling property with the tall trees lining the back yard, and of course the lake. how could it not be his favorite spot? in the cold months he would live on it, hat secure on his head and a puffy jacket zipped up to his chin as he zipped around the expansive surface. a private rink, just for him, out in the fresh air with the sounds of lively nature around him. when he went off to boarding school, he didn’t really have that kind of favorite space. usually the place he felt most comfortable was in felix’s bedroom, though that had more to do with the company than the space itself.

009. ⟩ what was the most important lesson they learned as a kid, and how did they learn it?

the most important lesson sacha learned as a child was independence. it’s a cruel, cruel world out there, and the only one who will truly look out for you is yourself. his parents were there, sure, but he knew they didn’t love him in the way parents should love their child. his coaches saw him as a tool for winning, not a kid. the staff were nice to him because he was the heir of their bosses, not something that truly bred loyalty. he learned that if he created his own happiness, forged his own path, that was the only way to get what he truly wanted and to not be disappointed by those around him. you just can’t rely on those who can leave you at the drop of a hat.

010. ⟩ did your muse have both parents around growing up? if they weren’t raised by their parents, who was their guardian? and what was their relationship like with them?

sacha’s family tree is a complicated one. dead grandparents on his birth mother’s side, so she was adopted by the business partner of his deceased grandfather. his mother was the first kim to babichev. then his birth mother got knocked up by a man in seoul that sacha will never know. then his mother passed during child birth, so the people who adopted his mother then adopted him. his adoptive grandparents turned adoptive parents loved his mother, so when she passed they grieved hard. it was a barrier that was forged between them and sacha, where they couldn’t truly open up to another child, especially one that was the cause of their sweet daughter’s demise. they raised him in honor of his dead mother, but he could tell that was the only reason they kept him around.

011. ⟩ what was their first crush like?

his first crush was forged in a tiny boarding school bedroom. he was the comfort of a common language, of teasing words and shy touches. he was a best friend, the person sacha relied on the most. he was glittering dark eyes and a pretty pouty mouth and canines so sharp sacha swore he couldn’t be human. not a boy so pretty, a boy so dangerous. he was first kisses and first heartbreaks an reconciliation. he was a crush that changed how sacha saw love, how he saw himself. he was an innocence that sacha soon lost, and a pain he still feels to this day. he was ahn felix, the kind of boy who comes into your life and never lets you forget.

012. ⟩ does your muse have any items from their childhood that they hold onto for sentimental reasons?

he has a snow globe of the st. petersburg’s cathedral that he purchased from a touristy cart in the center of the square when he was young. it doubles as a music box, where if you wind the little key it plays a tinkling rendition of the nutcracker. it used to sit on his dresser, the only decoration in his bedroom that was his own choice. he brought it with him to germany as a reminder of his home, and then again to korea. the little plastic snowflakes are dingy, and some of the water has evaporated, and the sound of the music has gone flat, but it’s his most cherished possession.

013. ⟩ what was your character’s favorite homecooked meal as a kid? is it still the same today? if so, how often do they have it?

homecooked meals were different for sacha than most kids. they were always gormet, prepared by a private chef, who changed the menu frequently. their chef studied french cuisine, so often their plates were filled with tiny, decorative portions of duck or pork. on special occasions, though, they took sacha out to the high-end korean restaurant in the city. it was always important to his adoptive parents that sacha always had knowledge of his korean roots, from the food to the language to the country itself. he liked the fancy skewers he would get, with succulent beef and fire roasted vegetables. today he finds himself craving more traditional russian food, the kind that reminds him of his sweet maids who would prepare his snacks for him. korean food doesn’t hold the same novelty when he lives there.

BONUS QUESTION. ⟩ if available, add a few baby pictures of your character or pictures from their childhood in general!

[yjsacha]

yjseoks‌:

          the atmosphere of the main building felt different the moment jonas had entered. for one, music of a language unfamiliar to him filled the air, and unfamiliar, yet pleasant, scents filled his nostrils. he had set down to the dining area for a snack, and certainly amounted finding the figure of sacha beckoning over for him to taste test his creation rather low on the list of things he would find. his growling stomach wasn’t about to say no to such an offer, though. it smelled heavenly.

he approached, and a nod bobbed his head up and down for a few seconds before he sat in one of the dining area’s stools. “ it smells amazing. ” jonas answered, hand hovering over the pastries as if trying to decide which one might’ve been best. once he settled for one, he was quick to take a bite. “ oh my god, ” he started, mouth full of food, steam from the heat of the food exiting. jonas allowed himself to chew and swallow the hot pastry before he even tried to speak again; once he did, there was a prominent grin on his face. “ they taste even better than they smell… what is it? ”

sacha’s smile only grows when he notices who his guest is. for once jonas doesn’t look awkward to be around him. maybe it’s hunger distracting him from their sordid past, but sacha isn’t going to complain. he’s in a mood where he wants to be around people, feel friendly and warm and safe. it’s strange that nostalgia can bring these feelings out of him, because the home he’s earning for never offered him that kind of feeling. but it’s the longing itself that transforms him into this smiling homebody cooking for the first time in his life. 

sacha watches with bride as jonas takes a bite from his creation. “i don’t know what it is about cooking onions, but it always smells so enticing,” he offers. sacha’s hand begins fanning at jonas’s mouth, laughing at the wisps of steam the curl out of it. “careful, italy boy. they’re still cooling.” he eyes the rest of the pastries carefully, watching the steam curl merrily from their surface just as it had from jonas’s parted lips. “they’re called pirozhki, they’re a russian comfort food or something. not something the family chefs would cook for us, but the maids would make them for me when i was sad.” he carefully picks one up for himself and blows on the tip before taking a bite for himself. it’s not exactly how he remembers them tasting, but a success for a first attempt. “would you ever make italian food for me?”

[yjsacha]

julianyj‌:

from the moment she moved in, sacha had rubbed her off the wrong way with his behavior, or maybe was it his overbearing confidence that ticked her off. yujin just wasn’t sure but she knew that he was on a bad list with her. it was hard concealing said hatred, wanting to still show a pretty smile even though that smile never seemed to reach her eyes too often around the other. let alone this wasn’t the first time her and julian saw each other and someone had a drink her hand, it was weird but the thought melted away as the alcohol clouded her mind.

red nails rubbed against the clear cup, skimming at the edge as she let out a long sigh before the two were close enough to witness any shortness of breath. there weren’t any nerves, no goosebumps this time, just a numb feeling that could’ve been from the influence she was under. “nice to see familiar faces for once.” she smiled softly, was her words carrying any truth behind them? it was unclear but she did know that her body was already relaxed enough to seem somewhat nonchalant. warm orbs glanced down at the arm being wrapped around julian’s waist, deciding to ignore it since it wasn’t her business.

she moved her belongs from the seat beside her, inviting the two to sit. “stay for a drink or two since you’re both over here.” ( @julianyj​ )

            the soft smile on julian’s lips turns bigger and a satisfied expression appears on his face as sacha moves closer murmuring in his ear about their newfound company.      as they were getting ready to leave the sharehouse back their room,   julian didn’t know how the night was going to go and whether it’s going to be a good one or not,   but as sacha continues speaking now addressing the other girl as well,   julian is confident it’s going to be a successful night after all.

julian easily shoots back      “   likewise   ”      at yujin’s greeting and quickly takes her invitation to join by her side,   first gesturing for sacha to take a sit in one of the open bar stools and then joining to sit between the two residents.      “   we always seem to meet each other like this,   don’t we   ?      what do you think are the odds of that   ?   ”      realistically,   they weren’t that low considering there weren’t a whole lot of places they could have went to that were affordable and close by,   but julian prefers to look at it as a chance encounter.

            “   so,   ”      julian looks between the two as he speaks      “   what are we having   ?   ”      the night is still young but he’s not nearly as drunk as he would have hoped he would be at this time.

if sacha’s going to be stuck vying for his teammate’s attention all night, he’s going to have a good time with it. so he graciously slides into the stool one away from yujin (small miracles) and leans over the bar to gain the bartender’s attention. he waves his card, dangling between his fingers, and gestures towards the three of them. a tab is much easier to keep up with, and the sleek black card immediately has the bartender sliding over with a big smile. 

“i’m ordering us shots,” sacha offers in return. his eyes slide to the drink yujin is already working on. if she can’t keep up, well, sacha can just put her in a cab back to the share house and continue on in the night with julian. but if she can, then sacha is going to be impressed as well as seeing just how much he can push her buttons while she’s intoxicated. the bartender pulls up nine shot glasses and brings out a bottle of tequila. after the glasses are full, sacha divides the shots into three neat piles of three and dishes them out. 

“to new friendships and happy memories,” sacha offers, lifting the first of his shot glasses towards his two companions. he leans into julian’s side, shoulders brushing his as an excuse to bring his glass to where both yujin and julian can clink against. ( @julianyj. / @yjyujin. )

[yjsacha]

did you have any pets growing up?

“my mother always liked to keep cats around in the house. ever since i was born we had at least three wandering around the manor. one time a stray got in and knocked up one of our poor girls before we had her neutered. we gave away most of the kittens, but my mother let me keep one. i named her zhaba and loved her squishy face very dearly. i couldn’t bring her with me to germany though, and when i came back from school they had told me she ran away. so, i guess i had a pet for about five years but other than that not really.”

[yjsacha]

if you couldn’t play hockey, what would you do?

“my parents always wanted me to take over the company. i’m the perfect representation of everything my grandpa and dad built, you know? but business never really interested me. the option is always there though, and my father has already set aside a percentage of the company’s stocks for me. if hockey doesn’t work out, ceo’s always an option.”

[yjsacha]

do you have a favorite tv show?

“naruto.”

[yjsacha]

what is your least favorite food?

“fresh octopus. food isn’t fun when it fights back. i swear, i tried it once and the thing kept trying to wiggle out of my mouth even though i knew it was dead. so no raw tentacles for me. i’d like all my seafood cooked or in sushi.”

[yjsacha]

if you could comfortably go back to your career in russia, would you?

“comfort and happiness are two different things. even if a team in russia let me back on, would they support me like my team here? would they care about me? would they share a home and a life with me? i could never risk what i’ve built here.”

[yjsacha]

who was the better top, minah or jonas?

“how could i possible answer that? it’s like asking which parent i love more, if my parents pretended i was never their child and had nothing to do with me. if a tree falls in the forest and claims it never fell, how can you judge how loud the fall had been?”

[yjsacha]

julianyj‌:

            the loud murmur of chatting mixed with the music being played at the bar can be heard before julian walks through the front doors with his teammate alongside him.      the two decided on a night out for a change,   taking advantage of a clear evening that didn’t involve them being too exhausted to move,   let alone go out.      not to mention it served as a fix for one of julian’s first nights together and at the sharehouse,   getting drunk like teenagers in their shared room during the blackout not too long ago.

julian looks around the place for any familiar faces,   the proximity to the share house has him wondering if they might actually run into any friend faces,   or not so friendly   ?      and sure enough that’s when he locks eyes with yujin.      it seemed to become a habit for them to meet in those types of places,   once being a coincidence but twice becoming a pattern.      julian sends the woman a smile and a wave before gesturing towards sacha in the direction of the bar.      they were going to need drinks anyway,   weren’t they   ?

            “   in need of some company   ?   ”

        why did roommate bonding always seem to involve drinking these days? not that sacha cared, when he could see his sweet puppy teammate even more excitable and affectionate after a few drinks. plus, it’s an excuse for sacha to dress up for once. he spends most of his days in a loose t-shirt and soft sweatpants, and while he pulls off the ath-leisure look well there’s something different about when he’s dolled up. they say confidence is the most attractive thing on a person, and maybe guyliner is sacha’s superman suit. regardless, his legs are painted in his tightest pair of jeans and his hand has already found it’s home in julian’s back pocket. yum, hockey player butts. 

            when julian calls out to a girl at the bar, sacha immediately prickles and paints his face with an insincere smile. he knows judgement when he sees it, and it rolls off of yujin like tsunami of negative aura whenever sacha’s around. but it’s fine, sacha’s not the most likeable person. and who would he be not to play right into her reservations about him? so he frees his hand from julian’s back pocket only to hook his arms around the other’s waist, his chin hooking over julian’s shoulder. 

                “puppy, you keep the most interesting company,” he murmurs, before adding in a louder tone, “we should keep our beautiful new neighbor company.  it’s a shameful sight to see such a pretty girl all alone.” ( @yjyujin​. / @julianyj​. )

[yjsacha]

julianyj‌:

            forgetfulness wasn’t one of julian’s typical traits,   while not being the most in-order individual,   absent-mindfulness was far from him.      despite it,   even he had his special days where he might have lost his head if it wasn’t attached to his shoulders.      today seemed to be one of those days,   as julian allowed himself to step outside the share house without properly charging his phone overnight or grabbing the oh-so-essential house keys resting on his nightstand.

as to be expected,   a few hours later the boy found himself knocking repeatedly on the front door hoping someone might be his saving grace,   with no key or a way of communicating with any of the other residents.

after what seemed to be like ages attempting to get the attention of anyone in the house,   but was really only a few short minutes,   julian contemplates his options.      he considers just heading back into town to kill some time,   maybe buy a charger,   (   a spare one would come in handy…   )   only to be pulled away from his thoughts when a small furry friend makes his way towards his direction sniffing around.      julian’s face lights up at the sight of the fluffy looking pup,   beckoning him to come closer as he taps his thighs calling out.

            “   c’mere buddy   ”

maybe he had a soft spot for dogs,   or maybe this one was particularly precious,   because julian quickly finds himself crouching down so he could greet his new company better,   the pup seeming to be just as excited as julian was by their random encounter.      now sitting on the stairs leading up to the front door,   julian is too engrossed in playing around and cooing over his new friend to notice the presence now standing over him.

it’s a day loaded with the most mundane of chores. he had his skates sharpened at the local skate store in town and his practice sticks retaped, because he trusts the smiling little uncle with half a set of teeth more than any of the ‘professionals’ the rink hires for upkeep. plus, sacha gets to invest his money back into the community that he troubles with his presence, so that’s good for karma, right? if it means he won’t get struck down by lightning the next time it rains he’ll happily wait forty minutes in a small store that smells like stale locker room. 

he also could do a bit of grocery shopping, because his newfound bid at independence has led to a budding interest in cooking. maybe it’s because all of this takeout has been terrible for an athlete’s body, but also because he’s discovered the comfort that can be drawn from the practice. it makes the sharehouse feel more like a home than a hostel he’s taking up temporary residence in. but with his hockey back slung over his shoulder, he’d rather not add pounds of perishable food onto the load. so instead he changes course to the local gym.

it’s nearly dusk by the time sacha returns home, freshly showered and in a comfortable set of clothes. as he approaches the sharehouse he sees a figure crouching by the door, and it should raise his alarm bells if he didn’t recognize the silhouette as one he wakes up to every day. as he get closer he notices no, julian is not alone, and oh god sacha should turn around right now because the sight in front of him is dangerous for his black, crumbling heart. because his puppy has a smaller, fluffier puppy in his arms and the sweet cooing tumbling from julian’s lips has sacha’s brain slowly melting between his ears. 

“ i’m more of a cat person, you know, ” sacha calls, because barbed teasing is a good way to disguise the level five meltdown currently taking place between his temples. “ and there’s only space for one puppy in our room. are you going to sleep on the stoop? i’ll happily let this little guy take your bed. ” sacha drops his bag next to julian and his hand immediately runs through julian’s hair, scratching at the scalp before smoothing down to the base of his neck, fingers massaging lightly at the muscle. “ are you sure that’s not aiden’s dog? i know he has one running around. ”

[yjsacha]

it’s not often that sacha finds his mind drifting back to st. petersburg. most days it feels like a distant memory, a fairytale of an empty manor and snowy grounds and ornate cathedrals. but it had started with a call from his old coach, his voice still gruff and warm when barking through the line in russian. it sends sacha spiraling back to his youth, of freshly frozen lakes and winter markets and the harsh lettering of cyrillic. it settles in his chest like an aching infection, heavy and dull beneath his ribs. so sacha finds himself giving a call to his old housekeeper, his hand frantically writing down the instructions she relays over the phone in between her maternal cooing over how much she misses the son of the house. what follows is a trip to the grocery store, where russian brands are swapped for korean, but hte ingredients are the same. 

now he finds himself in the kitchen, the front of his hair tied up in a blossoming little ponytail and an apron shielding his front. every ingredient is portioned out and spread across the counter and tables, with about three different pots cooking on the stove. his nostalgia has reached an all-time high, because his speakers are playing old 2000′s russo-pop hits instead of the usual girl group playlist he blasts whenever he’s cooking or working out. it’s right when he’s pulling out the first batch of pirozhki comes out of the oven that another enters the kitchen. sacha carefully places the hot cooking sheet onto the counter before removing his oven mitts. 

“ come here, little guinea pig, ” he beckons, the hair tied above his head bobbing with the wave of his hand. “ sit, sit. doesn’t it smell good? try it, tell me what you think. ”

[yjsacha]

aidenxyj‌:

aiden is busy cursing at himself for a moment to even notice anyone else in the kitchen. he is very much angrily grumbling to himself with a small pout growing as he mutters. ❝ stupid fucking pot…gotta overflow when i just wanna look at my snapchat…❞ he grumbles and then suddenly a smaller figure is standing next to him. aiden jumps in place, clearly startled. he looks at sacha for a moment, tilting his head.

it doesn’t take him very long to see that the other man has had a bit to drink. that’s not a bad thing after all, aiden himself coming down from a high. he can see in the others eyes that all too familiar glassy look and the flush on his cheeks. aiden always wondered why some people got that red look while others ( like himself ) didn’t. biology he guesses.  he sighs and looks down at his hands.

❝ oh i don’t think i got any on my hands actually. ❞ he says flipping over his hands in the light back and forth to check for burns. he didn’t feel any pain really.. ❝ oh, nah. thanks though, i think i’m just gonna put some butter on ‘em. do you want some ? ❞

it’s a sluggish reaction, but sacha jerks back when aiden startles at his presence. he hadn’t thought he’d been all that quiet when he had entered the public space, but the tall man had probably been too preoccupied with rescuing his dinner plans rather than watching the entrance to the dining area. still, sacha takes care to step back, still eyeing the mess in the sink carefully like it’s a carelessly ticking bomb ready to splatter them in tomato paste at any moment. after a moment sacha settles against the counter, arms crossing over his chest. hopefully there isn’t going to be any more spooks. 

at aiden’s words sacha hums, his own eyes raking over aiden’s hands to inspect them himself. it’s not that he doesn’t trust aiden’s words, he just knows that pride can be a powerful thing. not wanting to admit to pain, concealing injuries or downplaying their severity is something sacha has seen (and done) many times. but his hands look fine, strong and calloused from guitar, so sacha shrugs off his concern. 

“that’s good,” he hums. “you don’t want your skin to look like your failed sauce.” his lips purse in thought over aiden’s posed question. jam and toast is a fine enough snack, but buttered pasta sounds just greasy and carb-loaded enough to make his mouth fill with wet want. “hm, yes please. only if there’s enough for two. a big boy like you needs to eat lots.”

[yjsacha]

( @yjyoseob. )

the studio is warm, the tall windows filtering in the spring sunshine. they’re early, so they’re two of the first to arrive, but sacha’s a little grateful for it. he doesn’t know what type of people usually attend a saturday afternoon yoga session, but he’s certain that he and joey most likely don’t align with the norm. so he takes the time to set his bag in the corner, toes off his shoes and socks, and rolls out his yoga mat. there’s still the stench of new plastic that lingers in the material, and the edges curl up from existing only in its rolled form. its a deep green, one that he had purchased specifically because it matches the primary color of his hockey team. once it’s rolled out, sacha gets to work trying to stretch out his legs. 

“do you think it’s possible to snap your muscles?” he asks. his torso is folded over his lap, and he wriggles desperately to grasp at the tips of his toes. but his thighs scream in protest, and no matter how much his hands flail he can’t seem to grip his feet. he grunts, bending his knees slightly to finally fold over enough to reach his goal. “like an elastic band? just bend to much and then...” he releases his toes. “snap! imagine telling my coach my hockey career is over from a little yoga.” sacha rolls over to flop onto his stomach on the mat, chin cushioned in his hands. “at least i look cute in my new leggings.” 

[yjsacha]

aidenxyj‌:

( open starter !! feel free to reply to this !! )

aiden didn’t really ever make himself big meals. he can cook ramen and a few other ( more basic american cuisine ) but nothing as …intense as whatever the hell was boiling in the kitchen. in the kitchen at 2am no less. because when else do you eat …this ? it was pasta really, it wasn’t too intense. boil some water put the pasta in and then the sauce. see aiden is in NO way a genius, so he didn’t really think about putting both the sauce and then 4 meatballs in the same small pot. 

which is what he did, and now it was boiling over and in the sharehouse at 2am aiden kang would be yelling. 

“ fuck fuck fuck !! “ he exclaims while moving the pot off of the stove to the sink where the sauce spilled out of the pot. he freezes in his spot when he hears the footsteps of someone behind him.

“ …hi. “ 

it’s not often that sacha finds himself up and about at such a late hour of the night. usually he’s settled somewhere if he’s still awake, whether that be his room or someone else’s. but he’d been invited out for dinner, which turned into hours of sharing drinks, by his assistant coach. the purpose had been a thinly-veiled checkin to ensure their little loose cannon is in line. but the assistant coach is a nice guy, young for his position but jovial nonetheless. it had turned from a welfare check to a genuinely enjoyable night, leaving sacha’s cheeks a flushed pink and his eyes a mirthful glassy. drinking always makes him hungry, regardless of how much he eats before the soju is brought to his lips, so he meanders his way into the kitchen.

it’s there that he spots a familiar large silhouette, the tangy scent of cooking tomatoes, and a pot being flung into the sink. he blinks, taking a second to absorb everything happening in front of him. he steps forward carefully, eyeing the mess in the sink. 

“are your hands okay?” he asks, because he knows burns acquired in the kitchen seem to hurt the most, the sting of your precious food turning against you. “if you’re hungry i have bread and jam. that was my plan for the night.”