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         SUMMER ☀️ TASEUN        ______________________

Who’s up to be his roommate? ♥ 

Summer Taseun still wears layers because he doesn’t like sunbathing, and he’s also scared excessive sun would be bad for his surgery scars. When he swims, he wears a shirt and swimming trunks. 🌴

He’s shy around noonas and hyungs okay? Cut him some slack.

Likes exploring and sightseeing.

He’s scared of deep waters but wants to take surfing classes. 

Fruity drinks! 🍹

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These days, there were only a small group of things that made Seokjin happy, but the number one was beauty — not the shallow version of the word media brainwashed the world to appreciate and crazily try to achieve, but the genuine one. Everything that was effortless beautiful caught his eyes and heart instantly, but living in a hotel apartment decorated by someone he didn’t know was nothing like this. There was no color, no feeling, nothing, and that’s the reason why the receptionist wouldn’t stop calling him to announce the food arrived, or new boxes of his favorite store, art, flowers — things that could make his place less boring and impersonal. He needed to move out as soon as possible.

The arrangement from last week no longer gave him the feeling of life. Actually, it looked as sad and graceless as Seokjin himself. He looked from the dead flowers to the door then to his watch, starting to feel anxious. The short, kind and slightly awkward boy should be knocking on his door holding his flowers at this point, but he’s late. Of course, there are many reasons why someone could be late, but his brain quickly made the wrong assumptions. It always did. Seokjin wanted to call Mirageu and ask about his deliver, but it could put the boy in trouble. Also, he always tried his best not to be one of these unbearable clients that complain about everything. Not that he was upset about it, he was worried.

The bell rang before he could touch the green button on the screen of his phone. This time, it was unannounced, probably because they were used with the weekly deliver from the flowershop. He walked to the door and unlocked it, carefully opening until he recognized the male on the other side, then proceeding to open it properly with a gentle smile on his face that made his cheeks look like a squirrel’s. “You here!” he said with excitement, bowing his head lightly. Someone like him saw these people like friends, no matter how they weren’t close or never talked more than ten minutes.

His dark eyes looked down at the flowers out of curiosity to know what kind of arrangement they prepared for him this week, but what he found was something… deconstruction, but it surely wasn’t Mirageu’s new concept. “What happened to them?” he looked back at the shorter male. Seokjin wasn’t angry about it, he would never feel like this about something so meaningless when he had other reasons to freak out and could do it even then, but he wanted to know to understand. “I mean… Something happened to you on the way here?” voice became softer and his concern about the other was visible on the frown the formed on his forehead. “Seung…”

When Seokjin noticed the bruised flowers and commented on it, Taseun’s body stiffened. That’s it, he would get called out by his boss and fired, and then he wouldn’t be able to find a second part-time job in time to pay for his rent, and his landlord would kick him out, and he’d have to go back living with his parents that still call him daughter—

“I’m sorry.” He blurted out, hands closing in fists around the plastic wrapping of the flowers. The pams of his hands were burning from the fall, and his left knee was throbbing but he didn’t want to say anything, it wouldn’t be professional. He should just take the payment and go, Seokjin hyung and his calm demeanor always made Taseun feel comfortable in a way that he shouldn’t. 

He doesn’t like letting his guard down around Cheongnam people. Hense, using a fake name. 

“The flowers are not perfect and you can take it out of my tips, it won't happen again..” 

 ; killer bouquet

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Taehyung felt the eyes on him, but he didn’t look over. He never liked attention, and the other’s stare was making the people around him eyes go to him as well; at least thats what he thought.  Letting out a groan, he finished his drink and snack and packed up his things.

He didn’t know who this new guy was, but he hopped he would just leave him alone. All he wanted to do, was be ignored as he played games. However nothing is ever that easy is it? Letting out a sigh, he bowed to staff before quickly leaving.

“What was his problem? does he know me?” he thought out loud as he headed down the street, clenching his bag strap. He hopped he wouldn’t run into the other again but he knew it wouldn’t be true. He knew he was bounded to end up seeing him often since he worked at night. 

That’s a question Taehyung would keep asking him over the days because every time he showed up at the coffee shop Taseun would morph his face into an intense scary stare0 like he’d be trying to burn holes on Taehyung’s head. 

Taseun doesn’t like feeling intimidated and having Taehyung around back in his life classified as so. Even if he got scolded by the manager for making an angry face at a costume, he couldn’t help it. 

Taehyung always seemed so confused and clueless paying for his order, but Taseun wouldn’t fall for that trick, he knows better. Taehyung is taunting him and he knows it. There are a billion coffee shops around, why would he go to the one where Taseun works? 

What if he finds out who Taseun is and still has a crush on him?

Or, what if he finds out who Taseun was and hates him now? 

He always felt so brave and ready to step up and stand up for himself, but when it comes to Cheongnam, the bad memories always get to you 

; conspiracy espresso

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Jung was tempted to turn around and forget why he’d bother to stop on this floor after that smart response. Prick, he thought to himself. But seeing the other sitting on the floor, totally defeated gave him a sense that his day wasn’t that bad after all. At least he hasn’t end up on the floor - yet - wearing a desperate look on his face like his neighbor…

“Oh, I’m the first and lucky victim then? Too bad for you, I have good reflexes. You’re gonna have to try a new tactic,” he remarked with a straight face, making his way towards the other, feet and bags dragged behind him.

“So, why do you look so - gloomy,” he dared to ask although he had an idea what happened. He faced the other’s door, shaking his head. “Locked yourself out. Tsk, tsk, tsk,” he clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth. “Too late to call the locksmith now,” he continued. Plus, they’re fucking expensive but hey, maybe his neighbor could afford it. But then again, if you had the money you wouldn’t be living in this shithole… 

“What are you gonna do now?” Why was he being nosy? It’s none of his business. But he figured he’d ask. Maybe there’s something he could do to help?

Ah, shit. Taseun didn’t mean to smile but it slipped. It’s always better when people follow the lead on his sense of humor instead of taking it too seriously.

No need to be a Sherlock to guess what happened, but Taseun felt like an idiot anyway. He wouldn’t say it out loud, of course, but scratched his eyebrow in annoyance instead. 

What would he do? 

He looks up at his upstairs neighbor, shrugging. “Live on this hallway forever I guess.”

RESCUE

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. @247v

Tae looked back up and gave the other his card, head tilting as he looked at the other male. There was a sense of familiarity with the other’s face, but he couldn’t put his finger on it. “I hope this isn’t those moments were you find a camboy you’ve been watching for a while in their day job” He thought to himself, shaking at the thought before taking his card back with a smile and a bow. Heading to find his usually table. back window corner, he put things away and set himself up; laptop out and plugged in, mouse plugged in, phone cord plugged in and charging his phone, and head set on. 

Tae was comfortable as always. He instantly got into overwatch and started to play, knowing it was going to be a while since the cafe was ridiculously busy at this time of day. He didn’t mind though, it ment less people would bother him for the time being. He glanced back at the cashier with a tilted head from a far. “He must be new..I feel bad that he dealing with this mess of a line” He thought with a sad smile before continuing to play.

During the whole time Kim Taehyung was inside the shop, Taseun drilled him with laser-eyes, willing his mind to conjure the power of reading someone’s thoughts. Taseun is not a fan of surprises, less so when they come shipped directly from his High School past. 

He knows, consciously, that it would be super hard for someone from his high school to clock him - especially now that he’s almost five years on T and three years post-op, he’s comfortable in his own skin (as much as one person can be), and he gets by, living his life, being his own person. 

Maybe the entire problem of being in the presence of Kim Taehyung is that Taseun is forced to confront his past. Kim Taehyung, who had that silly crush on him, years back. What would Kim Taehung think of him now, and would it exterminate all the memories of that silly high school crush? 

Taseun thought it would happen only once and he’d be off the hook but lucky him the place he works in has the best coffee of that block and he would absolutely meet Kim Taehyung again.

; conspiracy espresso

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. 247jung

Finally reaching the third floor, his energy picked up, already planning what he’ll do once the door to his apartment shut close - Clothes off then he’ll crawl in his bed. Fuck it, he said to himself, he doesn’t even have to take his clothes off -

His thoughts interrupted when he spotted someone on the third floor’s hallway. The hair in the back of his head stood on their ends. Is he seeing a ghost? The flickering light didn’t help the situation, his mind dug up some ghost stories he heard about their building. Yes, he believes in ghosts. His grandma said they exist and his grandma never lied to him so it must be true… He was ready to run upstairs and lock himself in his apartment but sensed something familiar with the figure… It was their profile. A frown lined his forehead, stopping in his tracks, eyes wide, mind awake - Was this the same person he often see leaving the building whenever he was on his way to work? How many times did they help him with his groceries or bags he couldn’t carry by himself when they happen to walk up the same stairs together? 

It wasn’t a ghost but another tenant of the building.

“Hey.” He called out, left hand reached for his bag’s strap, adjusting it on his shoulder. “Everything - okay?” He didn’t hesitate asking and made his way to the person. “You alright?”

The day seemed to be going downhill towards a crap pile for everyone then. Jung had a shit day, and Taseun had a shit day plus locking himself out of his apartment: just the shit outcome he needed after climbing those fucking stairs. 

Everyone living on that building might as well be on the same situation. That place is as far from being a five-star hotel as it could be, so it’s not hard to bump into grumpy tired people in the hallways. Taseun, for example, works two jobs con completely opposite ends of town and lives in a building far away from both those places, he bikes and takes the bus and the subway and walks like hell on a daily basis, not to mention those fucking stairs.

Taseun only realised he forgot his keys when he got home. He remembered vividly, taking his keys and his power bank out of his backpack then shoving everything back in his locker on the backroom of the coffee shop. By the end of his shift, he grabbed the backpack and left his keys in his locker. What an absolute genius. What is he supposed to do, call a locksmith? What is he, a millionaire? 

His life now was sitting on the floor and scroll through his phone debating whether he should swallow his pride and call a friend for help or just spend the night there and not tell anyone about the day he was such a loser he locked himself out. Until he heard a voice and unglued his face from his phone.

“Ah.” It was that dude from upstairs. Taseun didn’t know his name, they only met a few times under the social protocols of good neighbours. Clearly, everything was peachy, dude, thanks for asking. “Yeah, I just like sitting on the floor to trip people as they walk by. You didn’t fall for my trap.”  

RESCUE

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. 247jiyong

The only sources of light in the dark room are the vibrant illuminations coming from the launchpad’s buttons and his laptop’s bright screen, which truly is like a lone bonfire glowing inside an obscure cave, but suddenly a message activates his phone. Stretching his hand towards the newly appeared gleam, he only hopes it’s not someone who’d like to drop by his place or hang out because these embarrassingly cute boxers spotted with colourful polka dots are too comfortable.

This is Nagomi Ramen, he reads perplexed and his confusion multiplies further as he continues. Could he unknowingly order food? Getting up, he slides off his headphones and his eyebrows furrow even more when he discerns a familiar contact name in another pop-up notification, which seems to clarify a lot.

[ ➤ That Kid Taseun ] CHOI TASEUN [ ➤ That Kid Taseun ] are you a hacker now or WHAT [ ➤ That Kid Taseun ] hmph, you little rascal… [ ➤ That Kid Taseun ] COULDN’T YOU JUST TELL ME YOU’RE HUNGRY

If a Taseun giggles home alone, and there’s no one to hear it, does it still make a sound? Jiyong hyung never fails to make that boy smile to himself, chewing on his thumb and typing with one hand only. 

He still had almost one hour before his food arrived, and annoying Jiyong hyung is the best thing for opening an appetite. Taseun could just imagine him making a face to his phone and he laughed harder, cocooned on his bean-bag chair. 

to: annoying jiyong hyung don’t need to be a hacker when  you’re so careless with your wallet  hyung kekeke.  to: annoying jiyong hyung you are a bad example of an adult 😉 let’s not hang out anymore 

; ghost ramyun

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You know that thing, where people go to the gym to show people they are exsersing and living a healthy life but only does it so people can not asks them to take care of themselves? Tae does the same, but walking to the cafe once a week. People are always like

“Tae You need to get out more”

“Tae you are such a hermit. You’re going to die from lack of air.”

“Tae walk or something.”

So for the past few months, he’s been heading to this cafe with his laptop, taking a picture of  his drink of the day, and order the sweetest desert he can so he can eat and play video games. Honestly #goals. This day was no different. He honestly did like the walks but he liked his home. Home had no worries. Outside, he worried if he was being a bother; especially if they see him so often. Entering the cafe, he stood in line like always, bopping to the music as he text in his phone. He honestly was more stressed about his side job then his current one to care bout his surroundings.

Before he knew it, he was up in line, his eyes shooting to the person in front, making him smile. “Hi I’m order 342″ He smiled before looking back on his phone. He went through his emails as he took his card out of his laptop bag, humming a soft tune. He didn’t even take the moment to look at the other male, running a hand through the side of his hair.

Kim Taehyung looked considerably the same. He was larger if Taseun remembers the skinny dongsaeng being totally clueless about baseball but so obviously infatuated whenever Taseun and Taehyung would cross paths on the hallways. Simply nerve wrecking. 

His hair was also better styled, and Taseun ran his fingers through his buzzcut - the only “haircut” he managed to do by himself inside his bathroom. Hair salons are expensive. 

It might have taken extra five seconds for Taseun to start doing his job. “Order 342, that would be 18.200 won, sir.” 

What was Kim Taehyun typing on his phone, Taseun thinks, squinting. Maybe he’s already mass texting his friends something like: kekeke you won’t believe who I just saw, my high school crush is really a freak kekeke disgusting.

Taseun clenches his fists behind the counter, cursing how small his hands are in comparison to Kim Taehyung’s. He was annoying in high school too, like a lovesick puppy, always putting Taseun in an uncomfortable position. 

Evidently, things haven’t changed. 

; conspiracy espresso

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🌷 ; killer bouquet

. with @247jin . at prestige hotel

When the bell of the apartment 502 rang, the flower bouquet of pink Astilbes, lavender Catmints and Marigolds was a little floppy, and the delivery boy’s hand was raw with asphalt burn. 

Even if Taseun wasn’t the only delivery boy at Mirageu flower shop he would fight for the opportunity to deliver flowers to Kim Seokjin, the best tipper ever. His tips legit make paying rent and buying food a lot easier, and when you are Taseun always stretching his monthly money way too thin, those fat tips help. 

The trick to facing people from his high school years is pretending he is someone else. In a certain degree, he doesn’t really have to pretend, because he isn’t the same Taseun on the outside. The first time was really awkward with all that whole “you're the Kim Seokjin everyone thought was dead” thing, but he was very much alive in front of Taseun, paying for his sunflowers at the time. Things worked the same way they do when Taseun meets someone from high school he wasn’t close with and introduced himself as Seung, the delivery boy.  

If Kim Seokjin was faking his own death he probably has a good reason, and Taseun doesn’t really care as long as the man keeps those nice tips coming. 

Still, he always feels a bit weird delivering flowers to not-dead Kim Seokjin because Seokjin is always so nice and friendly, even in the span of receiving and paying for the flowers. Taseun feels intimidated too, facing that tall-and-large-and-cordial man. Usually, all his brain can process is hello’s and thank you’s before he zips back to the elevator and he hoped this time would be the same too, quick and easy, even though the back of his hand was bleeding and some of the Catmints were bending to the side.

All he had to blame was that stupid frozen meat Ford Transit van cutting in front of him mid traffic and Taseun had to swerve his motorcycle not crash and die, which resulted in his motorcycle tipped over and he rolled a good five feet on the asphalt, ripping the skin on his hands off. Glad he was wearing a Mirageu Flowershop helmet. He didn’t get the van licence plate and part of the paint job on his bike chipped off, but the worst of all was facing Kim Seokjin like that. 

Would he still get tipped after arriving late and with damaged goods?

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☕ ; conspiracy espresso

. with @247v . at magok bookstore 

"And don’t forget to always check the money and credit card receipts before you close up for your shift.”

“Yes, sir.” Taseun said for the hundredth time, paying attention to all the instructions the manager was giving him. It was not the first time he worked as a cashier, or even in a coffee shop, but it is always nice important to give off the good employee vibe. Ever since high school, Taseun’s life has been an endless turbillion of part-time jobs and freelance gigs singing at sketchy pubs. he’s got a lot of experience under his belt, managernim, don't worry.  

His first three days working at Magok? Smooth sailing. All the clients were super nice bookworms. Taseun was used to that Starbucks endless chaotic frenzy with raging coffee driven zombies during rush hours, but the whole ambient of this coffee-shop infused bookstore was completely different. 

It was, well, nice. Finally, a job where Taseun didn’t feel like gouging his eyes off as stress relief. On his break, he would even get lost between the tall bookshelves, pecking through fantasy books. It sounded too good to be true. 

Of course, life would show Choi Taseun, once again, that there is no such thing as a workplace where he could actually feel relaxed. It’s called work for a reason. 

It was a Monday, of course, when everything changed. His days working as a cashier in Magok would go from uneventfully blissfull to that gut freezing feeling you get when you dream you’re falling, only he would be awake. 

“Thank you, mam. Have a nice day.” He says to the lady paying for her skinny latte, smiling like he should, wearing his pressed beige uniform, mechanically going through his work. 

And the next client in line was Kim Taehyung. 

How would Taseun know that person in front of him, separated by the cash register, is Kim Taehyung, you might wonder? Very simple. They went to the same high school. Yes, high school back when Taseun was still his old self and heard of a Kim Taehyung having a crush on a Choi Taseun. Some people could deal better with the idea of a crush, but not Taseun, not then, not now. 

His past was back to bite him in the ass, and he had the quick ninja reflex to yank his name tag off his uniform and throw it under the counter on a feverish flight or fight reaction. How the hell did Kim Taehyung know he was working there? Is he gonna get clocked? 

“Good evening, what’s your order number please?” Whatever, he had to shove everything down and try to focus on the words to say. Maybe it is just a fucked up coincidence. 

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🍜 ; ghost ramyun

. with @247jiyong . at bukdong apartments, 301

Any minute now, Jiyong’s phone would light up with a message. 

+82 2-324-8545 This is Nagomi Ramen,  50 Hongik-ro 5an-gil, Seogyo-dong, Mapo-gu. Your order was confirmed. Delivery time is between 40 to 50 minutes. Have a good night. 

And at the same time, Taseun would be sinking down in his bean chair giggling to himself after ordering spicy ramen, lamb skewer, pork belly and pickled radish using Jiyong’s credit card. Food delivery apps are so easy, all you need is the card number and social security number and bam, dinner is served. Not his fault Jiyong is so careless with his wallet. 

Taseun pushed his thick glasses up his nose, knees almost touching his chin as he quickly taps on his phone. 

to: annoying jiyong hyung  hyung thanks for treating me  dinner 😎😎😎 you’re cool.   

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choi taseun ; 최닷은 ; full biography & information

Taseun is an FTM trans person, already went through the SRS and Top surgery when he was 21.

He came out as trans in high school, never changed his birth name but already updated all his documents.  

Everyone thinks he is so much younger than he really is.

He seriously can’t control his facial expressions. 

When does one lose the baby fat?

Internally likes most people externally dislikes everyone. 

Unpatient is his brand of morning cereal.

He’s awkward and closed at first meetings but it gets better.

Always looks inadequate trying to smile for pictures.

Allergic to toxic egocentrism. 

Forgiving is for losers, he’s here to hold a fucking grudge. 

Would kill for kobe beef. 

Sings like an R&Bsirenn attracting lost sailors to their doom.  

A boy can cook.

Sleeps breathing through his mouth, god bless.

Still trying to figure out how people work.

Taseun feels like he is attracted to girls, maybe, but since connecting with people is hard, he prefers not to explore a lot.