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            he  can’t  tell  whether  it’s  that  he’s  irate  from  the  thought  of  someone  named  brad  sauntering  through  the  grand  estate  soon  or  that  he’s  still  somehow  rattled  from  the  feeling  of  being  in  close  contact  with  emma;  either  way,  it  takes  all  of  gaeul  not  to  bristle  under  the  other’s  words.  “oh,  and  you  do  ?”  he  responds,  sarcastic.  “i  fail  to  see  the  need  for  you  to  defend  him  so  strongly  when  you  hardly  know  him;  nothing  i’ve  said  is  untruthful.”  he  smoothens  out  his  coat,  turning  away  from  her  to  compose  himself  that  he  looks  less  flustered  than  he  feels.  “well,  i  do  hope  that  for  your  own  sake,  you  aren’t  setting  yourself  up  for  disappointment;  certainly  you  deserve  a  better  match  than  a  gutless  fool.”  gaeul  clears  his  throat  and  resumes  his  walk,  though  at  a  much  slower,  more  careful  pace  so  as  to  avoid  any  further  accidents.  in  spite  of  himself,  his  tone  drops,  quieter  than  it  had  been  only  moments  prior:  “i  wasn’t  even  aware  that  you  were  looking  for  a  pleasant  match.  surely  …”  he  lets  his  words  trail  off,  a  thought  lingering  in  the  wind:  had  he  truly  never  had  any  chance  of  being  even  a  candidate  ?

          “ apparently, his aunt is ill ! ” they are so rarely disposed to receiving new, young people - it’s always fun ! it’s always interesting, the quick rush of excitement that practically vibrates through her at the prospect of getting to meet new people. especially now, with her dear tutor due to be married and officially moving out of her estate. it will be terribly quiet --- unbearably quiet ; it’s partially why she has her eye on a new girl that’s set to begin etiquette classes soon. “ and need i remind you, he will soon be the step son of a most beloved family friend. ” an exasperated, though extremely ladylike !, sigh moves her shoulders, gentle fingers plucking at a loose thread and fluff on his back and shoulders. “ we are doomed to be prejudiced, gaeul. i for and you against. ” though emma cannot, for the life of her, understand why he seems so against bradley. to be clear - she holds gaeul’s opinions to high esteem ( otherwise she wouldn’t deal with how often he deems it necessary to lecture her ), but she must admit when he’s being stuffy ! “ who said i was ? ” emma entertains with a playful scoff, clicking her tongue. he should know better, “ i believe we’ve already established i shall always be the bridesmaid. that isn’t the point. ” her tone is insistent as she falls into step with him, “ what if you were being told someone was a perfect match for you, and it turned out that person was truly awful ? i believe that counts as a scathing insult ! ” 

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          he’s  not  a  total  idiot,  really;  it’s  hard  not  to  notice  how  neela  all  but  folds  into  herself  on  his  couch  (  it  used  to  be  theirs,  he  points  out  mentally,  before  shutting  down  his  intrusive  thoughts  once  again  ).  he  tries  to  be  quick  in  the  kitchen  when  he  takes  the  glasses  —  not  to  pretend  like  the  time  is  speeding  up  so  she  can  go,  but  to  ensure  that  she  doesn’t  spend  too  much  time  alone  when  she  feels  like  this;  sure,  sungjun  still  doesn’t  know  how  he  feels  about  her,  but  he’s  not  wholly  heartless.  in  fact,  he  lets  out  a  snort  right  now.  “you’re  forgetting  that  the  most  important  part  of  that  sentence  is  i  can  do  quantum  physics  —  or  the  equivalent  of  it,  anyway.”  the  boy  reasons,  tapping  his  glass  against  her  own  in  a  wordless  cheers  before  downing  the  only  drink  he  can  consume  without  her  admonishing  him  for  it.  "…  you  wanna  eat  ?  i  don’t  know  if  there  are  enough  leftovers  here,  but  if  you  aren’t  opposed  to  hot  chip  ——”  boom.  jesus  christ;  the  loud  burst  of  thunder  has  sungjun  nearly  jumping  up  in  his  seat,  and  before  he  can  stop  himself  he  throws  a  hand  over  neela’s  shoulder,  pulling  her  closer  to  his  frame  before  he  can  even  realize  ——  “oh.”

          she hasn’t had wine since the break up. not expensive wine, not even her so cherished, so defended corner store eight dollar wine. it was just so closely related to him --- wine is so intricately, intimately sungjun ; neela couldn’t fathom being able to drink it without feeling the weight of their relationship sitting, unyielding on her chest. there was never any need for it, anyways. after all, whatever wine could do, tequila could certainly do faster. now, though, not wine or tequila could lessen the burden that drapes over her, the panic that strikes through her veins at the rumbling and crashing outside their- his apartment. shaky fingers manage to touch the glass to her lips ( might as well, right ? she’s already here, she’s already a nervous wreck. what’s one more stressor ? ), tipping for a sip and very nearly dropping it on the spot. he remembered, neela thinks with a staggering twist of her heart. her favorite -- after days and days of unending bickering and grimace-worthy wine tastings. neela feels like she’s going to be sick. “ n - no, it’s fine. honest, i really don’t think i could eat right now any - please ! ” before she knows it, her trembling body is snug against his own, her free hand holding tight onto sungjun’s shirt. a short pause, actively trying to stop the way her lower lip wants to quiver out of sheer embarrassment alone. “ i’m sorry. ” her voice meek and cracking, shaking breaths as she forces herself to stabilize. “ this wouldn’t’ve -- i know y - you -- ... m’so sorry. ”

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levitateing​:

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          "your  eyebags  ——"  he  frowns;  his  mouth  is  agape,  like  he’s  about  to  go  further,  but  his  sister’s  icy  death  glare  and  something  about  be  polite  i  swear  to  god  jaehwa  seep  into  his  brain  before  he  actually  can.  instead,  he  holds  the  cup  of  coffee  up  at  her,  arm  outstretched  from  his  seat.  "i  also  got  you  a  muffin.  but  i  already  ate  half  of  it.“

          she should’ve called in sick. texted jaehwa that she wouldn’t be able to make it - and how gross and snotty and icky she was ( lest he decide to check up on her himself ) ! - and rainchecked the whole thing for a few days while she caught up on sleep. or at least had enough where her makeup could actually cover it. “ ... thanks. ” seon manages through gritted teeth, taking the coffee as she sits down while pretending she isn’t eternally grateful that he always remembers. “ you can have the rest, then. m’not too hungry. ”

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luvdive​!

               ❝ you here to pick up lena? ❞ sujong asks, glancing up from the meal he’s in the middle of preparing. ever since lena’s accident, and the confession made in the hospital, sujong isn’t entirely sure how he should be behaving around kennedy. he hasn’t told any of the others, waiting for her lead on that front, but he doesn’t know how impersonal he should be acting around her in the meantime. ❝ she’s upstairs with jaehoon, i think. unless rohoon borrowed her for something. ❞​

         yes ! kennedy wants to say, i am definitely only here to pick up lena. in fact, i was perfectly aware that lena was here in the first place ! “ oh ! ah, half n’ half. ” is what she ends up saying, because while one could use a great many words to describe kennedy ; coward is certainly not one of them. she’s been gearing herself up to do this for quite some time now, spent endless hours tinkering away in her own form of emotional self-assessment. this is fine. this is fine ! she’s never been one to shy away from confrontation ( or potential rejection, for that matter ). “ i - ... i wanted to talk to you, actually. ”

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luvdive​!

               jaehoon is in the middle of deleting hate comments when lena walks into his room. it makes him jump in his chair, which should be sign enough that he’s up to something secretive. he tries to catch most of the comments on his videos before lena can see them, but he knows realistically it’s an impossible task. maybe he should put out another reminder to people to stop leaving them in the first place. ❝ hey, babe. sorry, i’m just… uh… checking engagement… ❞

          now, on the subject matter of trust and honesty in a relationship -- lena has never doubted her boyfriend hold true to those virtues. she’s never had reason for suspicion, despite the hoards of online comments insisting she scour his direct messages for definitive signs of infidelity ( that must be happening, of course, because men are animals that cannot control themselves. ugh. ). she’s never felt the need to, because she’s trusting, secure in their relationship, and, well ... “ oh , my. has your nose gotten longer since the last time i saw you ? ” lena asks with a playful lilt, eyes narrowing in tandem with the way her smile widens. “ how is your engagement ? ”

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TE KIERO MI REINA

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               ❝ so… you know i mentioned my mom told my aunt taeseung could come at work at the restaurant? ❞ seungjae says, and he’s trying to keep his tone as level and diplomatic as possible, because he knows yeseul is going to hate every part of what he’s about to say. ❝ well, she kind of told my aunt he could stay with us until he finds a place of his own. and he’s kind of coming today. ❞​

          “ ... i remember , yes. ” yeseul has what she likes to call her own personal form of spidey senses. it’s uncanny, honestly -- she just knows. she knows that something upsetting is coming, can clock a bearer of bad news from miles away, and especially when it concerns the very man she swore to accompany for the rest of his life. her eyes are narrowed by the moment he starts speaking, suspicion growing with every word that comes out of seungjae’s mouth. there’s a pause. “ what ? ”

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               ❝ mommy, how do you know when someone loves you back? ❞ woojoo has, of course, told his mother about every new development with minhyun. first date, first kiss, first time he spent the afternoon at minhyun’s place. it should be perfect, he’s gotten what he’s wanted for all these years, and yet… he can’t quite let go of the fact that minhyun only gave him a chance because his crush didn’t like him back…

          “ - oh ! ” well, areum has to give it to her boy ; he has no issue with getting to the point. every time it makes her proud, though, joyous to know that she must’ve done something right if her kid is comfortable being so open with her. there’s always that lingering concern - deep-rooted fear that she’s messing up her kids’ childhood. not that areum would ever say as much, of course, especially not to her children, but she cherishes the peace they unknowingly give her. “ well, honey, that’s a bit complicated. a person by person kind of situation, though saying it is generally a pretty good start. ”

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          whatever  indignant  huff  emma  lets  out  gaeul  readily  combats  with  a  look  of  his  own,  equally  aggrieved.  it’s  so  trivial,  arguing  over  news  like  this  (  news  regarding  someone  named  brad  !  by  choice  !  ),  but  the  thought  of  the  other  man  strikes  an  ire  in  him  that  doesn’t  seem  to  go  away,  not  unlike  a  pesky  bug,  a  gnat  at  his  side.  “mm,  his  father.”  he  nods.  “though  i  hear  he  won’t  make  it  —  his  aunt  is  ill.”  a  scoff,  quite  contrary  to  the  gallant  nature  he’s  always  so  revered  for.  “again,  i  don’t  understand  how  he  could  live  with  himself  to  miss  his  father’s  wedding,  of  all  things.  really,  you’d  think  he  had  some  sense  of  duty  ——”  handsome.  emma’s  words  slow  his  pace  to  an  abrupt  halt,  nearly  causing  their  frames  to  bump  together  in  his  sudden  pause;  arms  immediately  fly  to  her  waist  to  steady  her  before  he  realizes  what  in  god’s  name  he’s  doing,  palms  swiftly  flying  back  to  his  side  as  he  fails  to  meet  her  eyes.  “handsome  —  charming  !  oh,  please.”  he  remarks,  a  laugh  of  disbelief.  “no  amount  of  charm  can  make  up  for  cowardice,  emma,  and  i’m  all  too  certain  mrs.  hwang  would  agree  with  me.”

          she supposes its common enough to desire a nickname, and - though her own too short to demand one - which smoother on the tongue and easiest to recall than a shortened instance of one’s own name ? it’s ... practical ! blame can hardly be put on the man for the name he was given and, thus, what became of it when he clipped it. ( still ... brad ? gaeul’s prejudice is a bit understandable, unfortunately. ) emma follows gaeul closely, silk skirt elegant in its glide despite the quick shuffling of heels. perhaps she should’ve been a touch more aware of her surroundings, of her companion’s stride, but found herself too busy already itching to defend the newcomer. hardly because she had any personal connections to the man, but rather she wasn’t quite keen on having her interest squashed so early in its life. " oh - ! ” comes her soft gasp, caught thoroughly off guard as she nearly slams into the fool in front of her. a perfectly manicured hand comes forward, ignorant of the hesitation on his own, and clutches onto his arm as she ensures her dress hadn’t been scuffed accidentally. both pleased with the state of herself and eager to return to the topic at hand, emma uncharacteristically chooses to not berate gaeul for the near collision. “ cowardice ? that’s - ” a bit strong, weighted, coming from him. “ you don’t know what his reasons are. besides ! he may very well surprise us in showing up. i would like to meet him, at least. it isn’t too often i get told i could have a pleasant match, and i would hope i was held to a hire esteem than to be evenly sided with a coward. ”

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❛ you always see the good in people. even me. ❜ from emma (:

          for  as  long  as  he’s  known  her,  gaeul’s  interactions  with  emma  have  been  mostly  comprised  of  their  bickering  back  and  forth  (  he  chides  her  for  her  officious  nature,  she  deems  him  a  constant  nag  in  her  side  —  so  on  and  so  forth  it  goes  ).  one  would  assume  this  would  lead  to  the  conclusion  that  he  finds  her  unbearable  —  her  stubbornness  outweighs  that  of  her  father’s,  her  older  sister’s,  and  her  need  to  constantly  interfere  in  the  lives  of  those  around  her  baffled  him  to  a  seemingly  ceaseless  degree.

          yet  it’s  that  same  need  to  interfere  that  taught  him,  with  much  gentle  yet  firm  encouragement,  how  to  waltz  properly,  when  all  his  governesses  had  all  but  given  up  on  him;  whose  opinion  he’s  come  to  seek  out  and  think  highly  of,  whether  it  be  on  his  fashion  choices  or  business  partners  or  flower  arrangements  or  orchestra  repertoires  for  galas;  whose  name,  whose  presence,  whose  character  he’s  defended  against  those  even  nosier  than  she  is,  time  and  time  again,  and  would  gladly  continue  to  do  so  until  the  day  he  dies.

        “you  say  that  like  there’s  no  good  to  find.”  gaeul  says,  mildly  surprised  but  smiling  nonetheless;  he  spins  her  across  the  polished  marble  floors,  exactly  the  way  she  taught  him  to,  before  taking  her  hand  with  his  other  finding  purchase  on  her  waist,  secure.  “on  the  contrary,”  he’ll  mumble,  “it’s  very  easy  to  spot.”

          (  the  logical  conclusion  is  to  find  her  unbearable.  love,  as  gaeul  has  found  out  for  as  long  as  he’s  known  emma,  knows  no  logic.  )

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          normally  seungjun  wouldn’t  have  hesitated  to  let  neela  know  she’s  overstayed  her  welcome  —  a  quick  time  check,  a  not  so  subtle  glance  at  the  clock,  an  obnoxious  clearing  of  his  throat.  but  the  circumstances  are  different  now,  especially  when  thunder  rumbles  overhead  and  with  her  in  front  of  him;  like  it  was  yesterday,  he  has  the  most  vivid  memory  of  hoisting  a  pillow  fort  up  to  comfort  her  in  the  exact  spot  where  she  stands.  seungjun  nods  knowingly,  gesturing  to  the  couch  before  taking  two  glasses  from  the  kitchen  (  which  is  incredibly  hard  to  do  with  just  one  working  hand,  by  the  way  )  and  placing  them  on  his  living  room  table,  filling  one  up  with  water  (  see  ?  he  listens  !  )  and  the  other  with  the  wine  he’s  come  to  know  as  her  favorite.  “it’s  not  corner  store  garbage.”  he  wrinkles  his  nose  at  the  thought;  imagine  using  his  god-given  gifts  to  produce  wine  worth  eight  dollars.  “but  it’ll  do.”

          it is undoubtedly safe to say that neela has already intruded - and continued to intrude - by seungjun’s metric. she’s knowingly overstayed past his tolerance, but that was always in the name of ensuring his safety and general wellbeing ; she had to take the chance of a proper excuse and do days worth of fussing about so he’d be set until the next time she had an obligation to swing by. but this -- ... well, to be frank, this is pathetic. neela would give just about anything to stand, hands on her hips, and proudly proclaim that she had beaten her fear of thunderstorms post-break up. to feel strong, to come across as a changed, better woman than the one he remembered ... instead, she shrinks in on herself at another round of booming above her, wasting no time in seating herself on the couch. by the time he returns, her knuckles have gone white from the exertion of her fingers digging into the cushion. “ y’know, you’re like the sommelier version of those people that get a master’s degree in quantum physics but don’t know how to do third grade multiplication. ” it’s wobbly, laced with poorly veiled panic, but her attempt to humor is honest. “ but ... thank you. and thank you for drinking water. ”

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          an  eyeroll,  a  languishing  sigh  —  wasn’t  meddling.  he’s  heard  that  line  before  (  and  before  …  and  before  )  and  each  time  it  becomes  less  and  less  convincing.  “never  said  you  were;  i  suppose  you  gave  that  away  yourself.”  he  remarks,  hand  on  her  wrist  continuing  to  draw  her  further  away  from  what  could  potentially  be  prying  eyes  and  ears.  the  girl’s  eagerness  is  contagious  to  most  people,  exhausting  to  a  select  few  —  to  gaeul,  it’s  a  combination  of  both  —  but  the  mention  of  another  gentleman’s  name  has  his  eyebrows  furrow  together;  he  drops  emma’s  hand  once  they’re  further  away  from  others,  pace  growing  more  relaxed  in  his  stride.  “ah,  yes.”  he  recalls  dryly.  “stays  with  his  aunt,  lives  a  few  cities  away.  can’t  imagine  what’s  taken  him  so  long  to  come  back  if  he  really  wanted  to.”  a  beat  passes  before  he  continues.  “i  hear  he  likes  the  name  brad.  —  as  in,  he  actively  chooses  to  be  called  that.  it  is  …”  what’s  a  kind  way  of  putting  it  ?  “a  name.”  he  thinks  to  drop  the  subject,  when  something  in  his  mind  clicks;  he  turns  to  emma,  suspicions  heightened  at  a  drastic  speed.  “…  and  you’re  …  interested,  because  …  ?”

          “ but you were thinking it ! ” emma huffs, allowing herself the impropriety of rolling her eyes. he’s always making that assumption --- unfairly so, if one would ask her ; regardless of what he may think, she isn’t always meddling. emma is not impervious to simple, run of the mill gossip ! her inclination to remain indignant and upset would reign stronger if it wouldn’t be for said piece of gossip to begin with - the subject of new people is always such fun ! not to mention, emma has been hearing whispers of this mysterious man for so long ... isn’t it about time they finally meet ? “ mm ... ” a soft hum, slow nods to serve as proof that she’s listening as she follows his lead. her mind is running, dutifully working a mile a minute as it creates a new file for this so-named bradley. “ oh ! oh, someone is getting married in that family, right ? his father, maybe ? ” oh, now emma wishes she’d paid more attention to the company her own father had over a couple of nights ago. it seems as if she could’ve gotten her answers if she hadn’t filtered out the droning voices so soon into the dinner. “ well, because he’s new of course ! ” emma offers with a gentle scoff, excited steps keeping her at his heels. “ when do we ever get new young faces ? never ! not to mention, i’ve been hearing of him nonstop lately ... all praise, too ! apparently he’s very handsome and, as mrs. hwang so eloquently put it, impossibly charming. ”

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levitateing​!

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          his  fingers  wrap  around  her  wrist  in  a  tight  yet  firm  grip,  all  but  lugging  her  away  from  a  conversation  he’s  all  too  sure  she’s  not  supposed  to  be  privy  to.  "what  are  you  doing.“  gaeul  hisses,  ears  lighting  up  like  twin  rosey  bulbs  as  he  pulls  her  to  the  side  of  the  grand,  ornamented  hallway;  one  would  think  he’d  be  used  to  emma’s  nosiness  by  now,  but  as  always,  his  amazement  with  her  seems  to  know  no  bounds  !  "and  here  i  thought  you  knew  better  than  to  eavesdrop  on  other  people’s  private  conversations  …  !”

          had it not been for years of being in this precise situation, emma would’ve undoubtedly made some kind of noise at begin manhandled so suddenly. she huffs, however, so he understands she is certainly still indignant. “ i wasn’t meddling ! ” she most certainly was. rather, that was her original plan - double check on her current project, but they’d quickly delved into a subject emma was most keen towards ; new people. it will far from appease him, but she supposes it’s a bit less morally skewed by his standards. “ do you remember that boy i kept trying to ask you about ? i just could not for the life of me remember his name, but everyone was kicking up such a fuss -  ” her hands wave, gesturing despite one being securely wrapped in his wrist still. emma’s excitement is palpable, expectant. “ bradley ! do you know of him ? apparently he’s due for reappearance soon.”

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levitateing​!

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          "it’s  …  it’s  getting  dark  outside.“  if  the  quick  peer  out  and  through  his  window  wasn’t  enough,  the  loud  boom  of  thunder  that  follows  a  crack  of  lightning  only  seems  to  emphasize  his  point.  gods,  can  zeus  be  dramatic  …  sungjun  clears  his  throat,  turning  to  the  other  with  a  dull  ache  in  his  head  that’s  a  combination  of  both  the  medication  neela  made  him  drink  (  though  not  two  at  a  time;  that  was  his  own  doing  ),  and  maybe  just  neela  herself.  "don’t  think  you  should  go  anywhere.  you  know.”  he  clears  his  throat  again,  waving  his  uninjured  hand  around  airily.  "for  like.  safety.“

          fussing, as it turns out, snatches up quite a bit of time. it feels like she’s been consistently moving around, trying to help him in the small ways - discreet, lest he feel emasculated. or something. her eyebrows knit together, moving towards the nearest window. “ oh, no, i - i couldn’t. i appreciate it but i wouldn’t want t’- y’know, intrude an’ stuff. ” neela swiftly pretends to ignore the thunder, swallowing down the nerves that want to frazzle at the sound. she’s braved plenty of thunderstorms since they broke up - secured with expensive noise cancelling headphones and buried under the heaviest blanket she could find - but braved nonetheless. everything’s fine ! “ m’sure it’s not so bad! i could probably call an uber before it gets - “ another crack of thunder causes her to flinch, and neela defeatedly runs her tongue against her teeth. her hands wring themselves, shuffling her weight before conceding, “ ... fine. for safety. ”

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Not to be a simp , but can din and Jett kiss and hold hands

if he doesnt do so rn shes gonna rocketboot blast him in the chest fr

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happy birthday 2 ME !!!!!!!!!!!!