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motherly figure —- sana.

sana shrugged, laughing a bit at the other’s realization of what he ‘should’ve’ been doing. “it’s okay,” she noted, “it’s nice to see someone play with jaejin, and i’m fine doing what i need to,” she pointed out. truth be told, to get the food set out was much easier than entertaining a baby sometimes and it seemed that youngjae had the latter figured out.

“almost rambling?” she teased. youngjae was like a kid brother to her even if he was actually older than her. it didn’t feel like it sometimes, but she knew it was also because she had to grow up a lot in the last few months, raising a kid and all. there was no time to be a child anymore. she had bigger responsibilities to handle. “i’m okay,” she nodded her head. “a lot of sleepless nights, but chansik and i are overall okay i think so things are fine.” a lot of things weren’t fine, but she wasn’t really the type to just lay out every little detail of her life.

“what?” she looked down at the food and shook her head. “oh, no no.” she laughed almost a little too loudly. “i’ve been here in seoul long enough that i don’t need to have japanese food often,” she noted. “thanks though!” how precious, she thought to herself.

       he nodded his head, ‘ yeah— almost rambling ! ’ he exclaimed again, a smile on his face from his own use of words. he was happy to be able to make her tease around and ease whatever stress she might’ve been carrying because she was like family to him. she usually had to take care of him ( even if he was older ), but it was nice to be able to do something for her, even if it was from him being childish. his smile dropped from her words ( maybe he was just overreacting? ), ‘ you think you guys are okay? ’ his tone was filled with worry, ‘ if he’s being mean to you, tell me sana. and i’ll slap some sense into him ! ’ 

      he bowed his head again even though she had said it was fine that he had only gotten korean food for them to eat. ‘ still, sana, if i were in your shoes i would still want to eat it ! but we’re also very different people ! so if you want me japanese food just tell me, if not, then let’s just dig in ! ’ he looked at her with a smile, happy that she was living comfortably in korea. some people who moved wouldn’t be able to give up the food they eat ( he knew he wouldn’t be able to give up korean food ever ). 

      he rested his head on his hand, looking over to her child. ‘ he’s cute, you know? ’ he looked back over at her, giving her a smile, ‘ and when he grows up, i know he’ll be just as beautiful, amazing, and kind-hearted as his mother. ’ he couldn’t imagine jaejin turning out any other way with a lovely mother like sana, ‘ everyone will love him more that we already do. ’

➳ a child with a child.

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who bumped into who? —- hyelim.

she had been moving quickly, but still lim had been sure she was aware of her surroundings. so it came as to shock to her -and the the other person it seemed - when they collided. it was a blur for a bit, before she could turn her to focus to the stranger. lim instead paid attention to her books that had fallen out of her bag and now blocked the path of a few people walking on the street. she had focused on gathering her books with the intent to apologize even if it wasn’t her fault but the stranger had already started to speak.

lim looked from the boy to the plant in the street that had already met it’s fate. she tried hard not say anything, and she managed too. but lim was sure she was attending the funereal right now. she also knew that the boy wouldn’t like to hear that so instead lim nodded her head a few times. “if you give me the time…and address…i will try hard to be there?” she couldn’t help but hear the question in her voice.

      he huffed, crossing his arms, shaking his head, he held his hand out for her to take. even with his anger, he couldn’t deny the fact that she had fallen from the impact. in fact, he was upset that she had fallen in the first place, he was worried that she was hurt ( he wondered if she had scrapes on her hands ). he took a deep breath to calm whatever remaining anger he had, ‘ we can go do a funeral now, and we can patch up any scrapes you might have. ’ 

       the more he thought about the situation, the worse he felt because he knew he was probably the one that bumped into her, not paying attention because of his newly acquired plant. he felt bad for yelling at her and blaming her when there was no clear culprit ( it was just easier for him to blame her ). he looked over to her, pout on his lips now, ‘ i’m sorry for yelling at you... i kind of overreacted because... well, the plant i had just bought isn’t my plant anymore. ’

➳ plant funeral.

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i want the k

get your free kiss here —- romantic kiss ( 7 ) // not accepting !

      youngjae laid on his bed, reading the briefing that he was given for debate team. upon getting the packet, he pulled wonwoo with him to his apartment ( not really giving wonwoo a choice ) because he wanted to look over the topic with him before the actual debate ( which was a week away ) because there was no one he trusted more than wonwoo when it came to talking about his opinions ( and a lot of other things that youngjae might never admit aloud ). 

      ‘ hey, wonwoo? ’ he pushed himself up so he was sitting on the edge of his bed, looking at his friend who was standing in the middle of his room ( youngjae never exactly said ‘ feel free to make yourself at home ! ’ when they got to his apartment ). ‘ okay, first, come sit here with me, ’ before wonwoo said anything, youngjae got up from his place on his bed and pulled wonwoo onto the bed with him. 

       youngjae was pleased that now they were both lying down comfortably, ‘ okay, so, you read the briefing right? because… i don’t know if i’ll be able to debate about this, you know? i’m just… not getting that many ideas on how to refute the other team. ’ while, yes, confidence was a familiar concept to youngjae, he could feel it wavering when he read what their debate was going to be about ( it was about nuclear energy, a topic he wasn’t very familiar with ) because even if he did a good amount of research on it, he knew he still wouldn’t understand or know what to say. 

        instead of telling hyeri, their president, he’d preferred to tell wonwoo, someone who he knew would be honest and supportive ( not that hyeri wasn’t supportive, her support was just a little more aggressive ). ‘ so i hope you don’t mind but… can you help me? ’ there were many times when youngjae would ask wonwoo for help, working on some things for hours. which was exactly what they did for their debate this time ( well, it was more for youngjae than the debate, but he’ll never admit that ). 

      when finally they felt like they were finished with their work ( aka youngjae was more confident to go up to debate ), youngjae curled up next to wonwoo. there was barely any light in the room compare to when they started, except for his desk light ( which barely provided anything for them because they weren’t remotely close to it ). maybe that was why youngjae felt the urge to kiss wonwoo, in an act of gratitude and because of the lack of light ( he was too tired and felt like it was ‘mood lighting’ ). ‘ thank you for helping me tonight, ’ he turned wonwoo’s head to face him gently before leaning in, placing a soft kiss on wonwoo’s lips. 

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I want the K

get your free kiss here —- gentle peck ( 6 ) // accepting !

      ‘ this is nice, ’ he stated, chopping the vegetables, humming as he chopped. he had invited ( more like begged ) jennie over to his apartment to help him cook food for his family that had told him they were coming over last minute. he wasn’t that bad at cooking, in fact, he had bought many cookbooks just to learn how to cook, for moments like this. so, when he asked jennie to come over, he cracked open a few of them and decided what he should cook for his family. 

      when jennie arrived, he showed her some of the recipes that he had decided his family would like to eat ( they all had pretty different, yet similar, tastes ). they got started immediately, chopping all the vegetables they need, trying to cook two at once to shave off some time. ‘ okay... ’ youngjae started, finished cutting the vegetables for one recipe, ‘ this one says we should cook the meat first, then add the vegetables and sauté for five minutes. ’ he read off, grabbing a pan from his cabinet. 

      he looked towards jennie who was making instant rice that he had asked her to buy before arriving at his apartment. ‘ are you sure this is appropriate for your family? instant rice? ’ she questioned, to which he responded with a laugh, shaking his head. ‘ trust me, if you met my family, you’d know that instant rice was common for us. they’ll be fine with eating it. ’ which was true, growing up, they never wanted to use real rice because it was pretty expensive, so they always got instant rice and just added stuff to it. 

     ‘ don’t worry, we’ll add some eggs and vegetables to it so it isn’t your typical instant rice. ’ ( even though it probably would be the typical instant rice ). when they got closer to finishing the meal for youngjae’s family, he gave jennie a quick hug. ‘ thank you so so so much for helping me. it means a lot. ’ he smiled at her, leaving her to wash up before leaving so he could set up for his arriving family. 

       before jennie left, his family arrived, and most of the younger kids ( specifically his brothers ) kept bothering him about her. his two younger brothers pushed them together, only to be stopped by his parents ( who stepped in after his brothers kept chanting ‘ kiss, kiss ! ’ ). youngjae shrugged his shoulders, whispering a soft ‘ sorry ’ to her before giving her a soft peck on the lips. 

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'I want the K'

get your free kiss here —- eyelid kiss ( 8 ) // accepting !

       there were people that youngjae just didn’t know. maybe it was because they never shared a similar class because of their major, so they never saw each other. maybe it was because they were different ages and that set a split between them off the bat. maybe, with all these things, they didn’t have mutual friends to introduced them, or they did have mutual friends, but they didn’t introduce them to each other. whatever the reason, youngjae knew he didn’t really know park jimin ( he heard the name before, definitely never met him, though ). 

       so when there was a meeting for something youngjae didn’t pay attention to ( open to anyone ), youngjae found himself being sat next to none other than park jimin. they didn’t exchange hellos, they didn’t exchange glances, they just sat there, listening to whoever was leading the presentation. of course, soon it ended up being a presentation on safety ( like they hadn’t heard it throughout their high school careers ). ‘ so what is the problem with kissing someone on the first meeting? ’ the presenter asked. 

      youngjae was quick to speak, ‘ it isn’t a problem, depending on the type of kiss, though. ’ he understood where the presenter was coming from, if it’s one that was filled with passion, it could lead into something sexual, and this was a safety presentation ( he assumed ‘safety’ meant sexually ). when the presenter asked him what he meant, he turned towards jimin, ‘ let me show you... can i use you for an example? ’ the idea was you didn’t know the person, so youngjae chose someone he didn’t know. 

      when jimin gave him a nod, youngjae turned towards the presenter again. ‘ kissing isn’t a problem at all at first meeting. it depends on the person, and the type of kiss. i’ve never met this person, ’ waving his hand towards jimin, ‘ but... ’ he moved towards jimin, gently grabbing his face, ‘ close your eyes, ’ he instructed. when jimin followed, youngjae placed a soft kiss on jimin’s right eyelid, then his left. 

      pulling away, he turned towards the presenter once again, ‘ see? no harm in that type of kiss. ’

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Send me 'I want the K' and I'll generate a number

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1: Hot, Steamy kiss

2: Cheek Kiss

3: Nose Kiss

4: Forehead Kiss

5: Firm Kiss

6: Gentle Peck

7: Romantic Kiss

8: Eyelid Kiss

9: Jawline Kiss

10: Neck Kiss

11: Collarbone Kiss

12: Chest Kiss

13: Stomach Kiss

14: Kiss Along the Hips

15: Kiss in the Rain

16: Upside-Down Kiss

17: Goofy Kiss

18: Underwater Kiss

19: Forceful Kiss

20: Any of the Above

21: Then there’s tongue

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motherly figure —- sana.

sana had gotten a lot more visitors ever since the birth of her son, and most of those, she was very thankful for. since it was hard to really make it out much, it was nice that people were willing to stop by and give her some company to keep her from being too lonely. plus, she was your typical mother, always wanting to show off her baby to everyone and anyone.

so when youngjae had asked if he could come over today, she hadn’t really thought much of it. he had dropped off a plastic bag of something when he walked in the door and immediately disappeared to search for the little one, which was actually surprising to her. he didn’t seem like the type to be captivated by a kid, but it was. she watched the scene happening and nearly fell over laughing as she worked in the kitchen, getting things put out on plates so they could eat.

when he returned, she just smiled and laughed. “i already put everything out,” she noted with a nod of her head. “it all looks very good. thanks for bringing it over. come on, let’s go sit over there. you can help me clean later,” she pointed towards where the baby was as she brought over one of the plates and set it down on the coffee table. “how are you doing?”

     ‘ ah ! i’m sorry, sana ! i should’ve helped you with that. ’ he bowed his head, sorry that he immediately played with her baby son instead of helping her set up. he couldn’t help it though, he loved kids ( though, that wasn’t an excuse ), and he couldn’t wait for one of his own. he looked at her as she talked, smiling. such a lovely woman, he thought. 

     ‘ oh, my architecture class is starting to get really interesting, like we’re starting to talk about-- ’ he cut himself off, realizing he was rambling, ‘ ah, sorry ! i was almost rambling, ’ he laughed. ‘ i’m doing pretty good, to answer your question. how are you? ’ sometimes he worried about her, taking care of her son by herself. it was a lot of work for one person, and he knew that she had a lot of people by her side to help take care of her baby, but he still worried about her and if she was taking care of herself enough ( he knew she was taking care of her baby plenty ).

      he looked at the plates set up and the food he had brought, he realized that there was something he probably should’ve taken into consideration. sana was japanese, and he had bought only korean food. he quickly spoke, ‘ oh my gosh, sana, i’m so sorry ! i got all korean food. i can quickly go to the store to get some japanese food if you want? ’

➳ a child with a child.

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➳ there’s a first time for everything

@acadaehyun

    they had been friends for a while now, a few years, in fact ( but, youngjae could never remember how long they had known each other ). yet, his friend had never been to his apartment once. it was always a bad time, they were always busy with things going on that day or something coming up the next day. but, finally, the time had come for daehyun to finally get to see youngjae’s apartment ( youngjae had rejected it at first, saying it was ‘too messy’ ). 

    ‘ so... are you ready? ’ he moved his hand around his pocket, fishing for his keys, turning towards his friend, a smile on his face. ‘ beware, though ! there’s a lot of stuff around that you can trip on, so... try not to trip on them, ’ he warned, finally getting his keys out. he turned away from his friend, unlocking his front door. he opened it, stepping into his apartment, turning his light on, holding the door so daehyun could come in as well. 

    ‘ this is my apartment ! ’ he held his arms up and out, almost praising it ( but there was really nothing to praise ). ‘ just give me a second, i gotta water my plants, make yourself feel at home, ’ he pointed towards a couch before going to the kitchen area of his apartment and filling his watering can with water, pouring some water in the pots around the kitchen. he went around his apartment, watering his plants, before joining daehyun on his couch. 

     he plopped down on the couch, ‘ so what should we do? do you want to get food? ’

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awkward first message —- hyunjung.

it wasn’t every day that hyunjung took notice of the people around her. they were all practically colored and clothed blurs to her, faces she saw and remembered every so often. so why was it that today of all days, someone had caught her attention for just a moment? 

( kkt ♡ hyunjung ) : yah, i know this is weird to say but ( kkt ♡ hyunjung ) : didn’t yoo youngjae look kind of…cute today? ( kkt ♡ hyunjung ) : i never notice people but his whole ensemble made him stand out

see, it was meant for a friend. but she hadn’t realized that her fingers had slipped up and her lack of paying attention would land her in a mess. the kakao talk sounds emitted from her phone not too long after, and she was surprised at how fast her friend was replying. little did she know, it wasn’t her friend who was doing the replying. 

kkt message from: yoo youngjae!

fuck. fuck fuck holy fuck. hyunjung clutches her phone and stares at the screen in absolute horror, trying to process the fact that she messed up and might as well just break her phone and work for a new one. but she couldn’t do that. she had to face the inevitable. 

( kkt ♡ hyunjung ) : um. oh my god. i’m so sorry. please pretend you saw nothing i sent ( kkt ♡ hyunjung ) : that was meant for a friend i don’t know how i..messed up big time ( kkt ♡ hyunjung ) : um

even that, she didn’t know the answer to. she had probably saved his kakao talk from some time ago and forgot about it.

( kkt ♡ hyunjung ) : i…probably typed in the wrong number and saved it on accident without looking? 

real believable, hyunjung. real believable.

( kkt ♡ hyunjung ) : er, anyways, please pretend these messages don’t exist!! they’re all part of your imagination! okay good night!

she locks her phone and immediately stuffs it under her pillow, vowing to not take a single peek at her screen until the next morning. maybe, just maybe, he would brush it off and none of this would be remembered. 

    he put his phone down to continue doing his work for his math class, deriving equations. it was only a few minutes before he heard a loud ping from his phone. before he picked up his phone again, he finished the problem he was doing, rushing a bit because he was on the edge of his seat, wondering what the stranger ( but not so unfamiliar ) had replied to him. he couldn’t help but laugh thinking about the situation, a little unfortunate for her, but he hoped he didn’t scare her off too much. finally finishing the problem, he picked up his phone, unlocking it and reading her message. 

     ( sent ! ) yoo youngjae ★ : haha, don’t apologize, i’m flattered !      ( sent ! ) yoo youngjae ★ : and why would i forget such a nice compliment?

    he thought about how to reply next, to not make her feel like it was a bad thing that she had saved his kakao talk. he honestly didn’t mind she had it in the first place. her reply on how she got his kakao talk didn’t seem very believable. actually, it didn’t seem believable at all. 

     ( sent ! ) yoo youngjae ★ : ah... alright. are you sure it wasn’t from like... one of my friends?      ( sent ! ) yoo youngjae ★ : i won’t be mad, promise ! 

    her next message made him laugh a little. how could he possibly forget the messages exchanged between the two of them? he’d never really agree to it because he didn’t want to forget them, this was a potential friend on the line ! he wanted to get to know her, and plus it would be funny telling other friends abuot how they met.

     ( sent ! ) yoo youngjae ★ : i can’t do that, sorry ! but... good night ! hope you sleep well !

➳ that wasn’t meant for you.

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a helping hand —- eunbi.

let’s talk about the way people fight frustration. 

there’s heaving sighs, fingers tugging in hair, tapping on the table (restless, impatient), and the constant need to bottle it in. decompress, decompose, destress. 

eunbi starts noticing him at a quarter to twelve, pen in her mouth, as he erases and erases and erases. curious, she notes the signs at the two minute mark, watching with furrowed brows every time he sets pencil to wrinkled paper and seconds later, erasing. 

from a distance, she can’t quite tell what it is he’s attempting to draw–smudged lines are all she can see, even when she squints from two seats away.

there’s a beat of silence in between the lull of a soft groan and the seconds where he shakes his head, his whisper defeated. third party feelings of observation come ghosting in by the five minute mark: commiseration (she takes a half-heartedly glance at her unfinished essay and sighs quietly. this is understanding) and sympathy.

this is how she kills boredom–by scooting two seats over until she’s sitting across from him, her papers in hand, and a heart too big for her chest. nobody’s ever told her that wanting to help was a burden and she hopes to god she isn’t prying when she taps a finger gently on the corner of his paper, mindful of half-erased pencil lines.

“you look stressed.” concern is a soft whisper and a too friendly nudge of her foot against his under the table. “need a hand?” a sounding board? “can i see? i mean–” there’s a crooked smile here, slightly awkward and accompanied by a waving hand. nervous habit–never broken. “sometimes, a fresh pair of eyes might help…? new perspective and all that. that is, if you don’t mind me taking a look!”

         there was nothing that worked in his opinion for this project. every box, every line, every idea just didn’t work with what he really wanted out of the project. excitement, quirkiness, something that represented him as a designer, and wasn’t something he saw online. for some projects, he’d use inspiration from the internet, but this time that wasn’t an option. mostly because he didn’t want to use the internet, he wanted this project to come from his brain, from his heart. but that didn’t mean he would get it right away, and he started to stress out more every time he looked at the clock and thought to himself ‘i have to finish this in x amount of hours’. 

        he didn’t notice the girl watching him, or that she was gradually moving towards where he sat. it wasn’t until she spoke that he noticed her, jumping when he heard her voice. ‘ oh uh-- ’ hearing her offer to look at his work shocked him, he was never one to show his unfinished work. in fact, he never showed his work unless it was given back to him with a good grade, if it wasn’t a good grade, he wouldn’t even dare to show anyone.

         but maybe that was what he needed, a fresh pair of eyes that could give him ideas on what to add. there was an internal debate going on within him. does he show this girl, someone he’s never met? would she really end up helping him with his work? he didn’t want to offend her either, if he ended up rejecting her, he didn’t even show his most of friends his unfinished work, if he couldn’t get ideas, he didn’t go to someone for help, he always just... dealt with it. so, he shook his head at her offer. 

        ‘ thank you for offering, really ! i just... can’t think of something right now, i’m sure i’ll figure something out soon. but, if you don’t mind, the company would be nice? ’

➳ stressed out.

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➳ didn’t that hurt?

@acayoohyeon

       there was always something youngjae thought was nice about the coffee shop that the bidulgi campus had. it seemed... welcoming, and everyone there was very nice. he always found himself smiling more at the cashier than they were probably smiling at him, usually thanking them for their hard work before walking to any random table ( he didn’t care about a ‘usual spot’, as long as he got a seat in general ). but, unfortunately today, he wasn’t really in the mood for staying in the coffee shop, a little tired from staying up for most of the night. he wanted to get coffee and just go back to his apartment. 

      he paid for his drink, smiling at the cashier, giving them a ‘thank you’ and a bow before going to wait for his order. the coffee shop was fairly packed, not too empty, but not too packed either. it was the perfect amount of people. when they finally called his name, he pushed through the people who had crowded right by the counter to wait for their drinks. when he finally got to the counter, he thanked the barista, turning to go through the same crowd, carefully not trying to spill his drink. 

      when he got out of the crowd, he made his way towards the door. he watched as someone left the shop, and he bet if he rushed he would be able to just slip through ( he would never do it though ). but what he didn’t expect was a girl zooming past him, probably having the same thoughts as him ( at least that was what he thought ), and watched her hit the glass door, close enough to hear the collision between her forehead and the door. he rushed over to her, a worried expression, ‘ oh my god, are you okay, miss? ’

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daycare worker —- wonwoo.

he’s too absent today, mind strictly set on getting in and out of here for the afternoon so he can crash back at home. sleep’s a foreign concept - in adequate amounts anyway. but wonwoo needs it and wants it all, the hours. both work and rest. but of course they never go hand in hand with purposely putting off thesis papers for last minute.

wonwoo learns this the hard way. always. ironically, it’s not enough for him to stop this habit. ever.

so when one girl’s dropped off by what seems to be a guy around his age, he doesn’t blink. not unless he has to, though he does at least spare another glance when the question’s left hanging in the air. bidulgi… where have i heard that before?

same school registers a little too late then, but he nods when he finally gets it. wonwoo sulks before straightening his posture, yawning quietly into his hand before taking her by the shoulders and patting her head in reassurance. “bidulgi,” he repeats, tasting salt in his mouth when it sits on his tongue. and then, a once-over at the other male, mind just - not cooperating here and now. “i mean, i go there. yeah.” a shrug, eyes heavy when he looks him in the eye.

he doesn’t seem too familiar. not exactly a stranger, but not someone he knows either. curiosity isn’t enough of a strong suit at the moment though, so he doesn’t ask. small talk’s useless if there’s no real energy for it. “uh, make sure to fill out this time slot. number and all, so we can know when to contact you in case of an emergency.” wonwoo slides the clipboard towards the patron, taking the girl’s hand as he looks down at her and gives a small smile. “what’s your name?”

her, not you. but you later. maybe.

        a smile creeped onto his face when he saw the other male nod, feeling a little proud that he could recognize a classmate. but, honestly, how could he not? they had philosophy together, and whenever the teacher asked a question, only a few people would actually answer the question. while youngjae tried to answer the teacher’s questions, he always found himself not really knowing the answer, waiting for someone else to answer. and he always found that the same people answering, one of them being the man in front of him. 

        when the clipboard was handed to him, he nodded his head, looking at the sheet, but not before glancing at his classmate grabbing his sister’s hand. he smiled at the sight, knowing that she was probably enjoying having someone around her that wasn’t her family ( though, youngjae liked to believe she only loved him ). his attention went to the emergency form, picking up the pen that was connected to the clipboard. before he started writing, he heard his classmate ask his sister what her name was, his eyes traveled towards them again, watching her smile and proudly telling him, ‘ jae eun ! ’ 

        youngjae tried his best not to laugh, but how could he not? he found everything that his sister did cute, and the sight before him made his love for her only grow. shaking his head, taking small breaths to prevent himself from laughing too much, his attention was back at the form again. writing down his mother’s contact information for the first emergency contact. his father was filled out second, then he added an extra one for him ( just in case if they were too busy to pick her up ). 

      when he was finished with the form, he put the pen back, holding the clipboard out to his classmate. ‘ hey ! here’s the form, and if the first two people don’t answer just call me, the third contact, and i’ll pick her up whenever she needs me ! ’

➳ unlikely acquaintances.

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you got that fresh alcohol smell —- wooseok;

a starter for @acayoungjae​

wooseok had not been planning on drinking tonight. he didn’t drink as often as people assumed he did, despite how frequent he partied. he had no issues having fun while sober, and it made him happy to ensure all his friends were safe. so when he was first offered a drink, he was quite reluctant. 

but sometimes he’s a little less resilient, giving in and foolishly telling himself “what is one drink gonna hurt?” but quickly it turns to two drinks, and then by the third drink he’s already flying high and stumbling all around. the fact that such a big adult man can get drunk so easily is still a medical mystery. he hummed and hugged on his small friend, yoojung, who was beginning to get tired of how clingy he was getting. he couldn’t help it you know? the alcohol made him warm, and he just needed to share that warmth.

“wooseok i think you need to go home.” she said, pushing his hair back off his sweaty forehead after he’d been dancing for nearly an hour straight. he immediately made a disgruntled noise and his grip around her got the tiniest bit tighter, “but yoojungie…. i’m having way too much fun. maybe i’ll even get laid tonight.” he grinned and she only rolled her eyes. she started walking, knowing all too well that he would follow.

she stopped in front of another boy, who was quite shorter than dongmin, but still much taller than his poor, slowly suffocating yoojungie. 

“youngjae, meet wooseok. he’s very drunk and he’s way too big for me to maneuver. if it’s not much of a bother, can you walk him home? his apartment isn’t too far from here. i don’t trust him to get home alone.” 

wooseok whined, nuzzling his cheek against the top of her head, “god you’re so not fun right now yoojung.”

        youngjae was no stranger to the party scene, he knew there would be people asking him to drink, and he would just smile and give a firm ‘ no thanks ! ’. if they asked why, he would explain that he had a lot to do tomorrow, and didn’t want to wake up late with a hangover. at first, he was clinging to the wall, waiting for most of the people that crowded the punch bowl to move their ( drunk ) bodies to the dance floor. 

        when people were finally out of the way, he started to move around, not getting too close to the dance floor ( dancing was really his thing, unless he was drunk ). he found some friends, most on the verge of getting drunk ( but not quite drunk yet ), and he laughed along with them. for the friends that also decided to stay sober that night, he would talk to them about school and what was happening with them. that was the best thing about being sober during parties in his opinion, he could keep conversations and remember the little things that people told him. he also enjoyed watching his drunk friends dancing like no one was watching ( and maybe taking a video or two ). 

       he was actually currently watching one of his friends, laughing, pulling out his phone to start recording said friend. however, he was stopped before he could even unlocked his phone, feeling a tap on his shoulder. turning to see who tapped him on the shoulder, looking down at the familiar face of his friend, yoojung, struggling to hold up a male he hadn’t seen before. 

      ‘ sure, yoojung-ah ! ’ he nodded, wrapping his arm around the unfamiliar male, ‘ you can hand him off to me, sergeant ! ’ with his free hand, he gave her a salute, feeling wooseok’s weight shift from onto her to onto him. youngjae began to lead wooseok to the door so they could get out of the crowded house. 

      once they were outside, he nudged wooseok on his side to grab his attention, ‘ hey, buddy, where do you live? ’

❛ ✰ i‘m not drudnk okaay? . *

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     a frustrated sigh left his lips, hands gripping the pencil tightly, looking at the paper. there were days when he couldn’t stop getting ideas for his designs, and this was not one of those days. he had drawn, erased, drawn, erased, and drawn then erased over and over again. he felt lost, no ideas came to his head, making put his head in his hands. 

     he asked himself why did he not think about his first idea and how wrong it was for the assignment? youngjae usually wasn’t one to procrastinate, and when he heard about the project of creating your own skyscraper, inside and out, he thought he had the perfect idea. but, the night before, looking his original design over, he thought it was too plain, too boring to be called a skyscraper. he hated that it wasn’t intricate enough, and he felt like he left out too many details, so he completely scrapped the idea. so, there he was, working on his project. 

     he groaned softly ( trying not to make noise so he wasn’t kicked out of the library ), his tired eyes looking over at his paper again. skyscrapers were different than what youngjae usually designed, honestly. he loved designing houses ( he hoped one of them would be his future house ) and apartment complexes, even official buildings. but skyscrapers... they were different because they were way taller, and when you design them, you want them to be as realistic as possible, but also make it interesting. 

    his first design was just a plain rectangular prism, windows, and filled with office cubicles and rooms. he shook his head, whispering to himself, ‘ this is impossible. ’

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      a sigh left the boy’s lips when he scrolled through his phone, laying on his bed. the whole day he was just bored. his classes were pretty boring that day, and no one seemed to want to do anything that day. so, he ended up finding himself on his bed, not even remotely tired, looking through his phone for anything interesting to pop up on his feed or for a friend to message him to see if he wanted to go out ( or eventually he would message them ). 

      he sighed again, phone in hand, moving his arms to the side so the phone was no longer in front of him. he closed his eyes for a second, thinking maybe he was tired, before opening them again and deciding that he wasn’t tired. but he was thirsty, so he sat up to get himself a glass of water. that was when his phone pinged, vibrating in his head. his face lit up with excitement checking his phone to see who had messaged him on kakaotalk. when he opened the chat, he found himself wondering who the person who messaged him was. he was pretty sure he hadn’t met her before, looking at her name. 

      he read her messages, laughing at how straightforward they were. were they even meant for him? he wasn’t surprised if they weren’t because... well, she referred to him as ‘youngjae’ instead of saying ‘you’. he looked at the screen for a second before typing up a message:

    ( sent ! ) yoo youngjae ★ : uh... hyunjung, right?     ( sent ! ) yoo youngjae ★ : first off, thank you for the compliment !!     ( sent ! ) yoo youngjae ★ : second, i’m not mad, but how did you get my kkt?