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byunghee had to muster all of his strength not to slam the door behind his mother as she left the apartment in a hurry. back when the scandal broke, a part of byunghee had wondered whether this would be something that could potentially damage his relationship with his parents, but he had brushed that thought away. if nothing else, byunghee had always been consistent in being grateful and supportive of his parents, of doing everything he possibly could to guarantee they'd live an easier life than they did for the past thirty years - a stark contrast to heeseung, who very obviously and openly resented their parents for the life they couldn't give him. 

yet not a single word of apology had been thrown his way, no acknowledgment that the only reason byunghee became the subject of national scrutiny and judgment was because of a wrong call by his father, whom byunghee had trusted blindly. just a pat on the shoulder and a question of whether byunghee had made the money back. and byunghee had chosen not to show his annoyance at it, but of course the anger had been building all this time. his mother showing up unannounced and making demands about his life was only bound to bring all of that to the surface.

sung was not supposed to be caught in the crossfire, though. he wasn't supposed to be here and now, with his mother gone, byunghee felt that even more intensely. "i'm sorry," he said, turning to face joosung. "you weren't supposed to see that."

as soon as byunghee flinched away, sung's leg did too, as the fear settled in that he might have made the wrong choice and made byunghee feel worse. yet, the fear quelled before it could fester, as he felt a relaxed byunghee reach to him, instead. for then, he could settle himself to feel like he was helping. after his mother left, they would be able to talk about it properly, so he could understand the limits. after all, if it was up to him to offer comfort without thinking of any other variables, he'd rather be sitting beside byunghee with the option of a far wider range of comforting motions.

although, he once again had to remind himself that being comforting meant leveling his own emotions, because even as his heart lurched at byunghee's interjection, he needed to stay as calm as he could be. sung didn't expect byunghee to be so brazen, considering the vague description he'd given was an out for both of them. he couldn't tell in the slightest how byunghee's mom felt about this, leaving him to guess and assume. as she brought up the word couple, his breath caught in his throat, halfway to a laugh prepped to diffuse the situation, but byunghee cut in.

his rain of thoughts on how terribly she might hate them for wearing a couple's costume and worse yet, sung wearing a female character's costume, quieted one by one for the time being with the change in topic. by the time the hammering in his heart slowed, he felt eyes, and like a magnetic pull, he turned his eyes to meet byunghee's.

sung swallowed. was this... byunghee admitting their relationship to his mother? was that the truth of the situation he was struggling to read? despite himself, his heart began to speed up again, but the mood had completely shifted. still unsure what cues were okay to pick up, he chose to skip past it for something he could understand better. "it's- it's okay. byunghee cares very deeply about you and his father. i believe he's only showing concern for his health like this because he cares." if he were more comfortable in this situation and family dynamic, he might have been more straightforward to tell byunghee if he isn't kind in his delivery, he won't get the result he wants, but also that his parents should take better care of themselves and accept care when given if they truly want to make byunghee happy. it wasn't the time, but he'd save those thoughts for the future.

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most mornings, byunghee was barely cognisant enough to make sense of his surroundings, and even more so after a night of partying, drinking, and fucking; all in great excess. it was only the thought of not cooking breakfast with his junk out that had him putting on sweatpants before leaving his bedroom - to run into joosung and his mother, of all people. 

byunghee's eyes widened and he stood there in some level of shock for a moment, as joosung explained to his mother how the two of them met. having sung interact with his mother was not in byunghee's plans, not for the foreseeable future. it implied too many things, too strong things, in a way that he knew wasn't the case for all the other hookups his mother had accidentally met in the past - because none of the said hookups had a toothbrush in his bathroom or a designated pair of slippers and byunghee did not want to think about it. 

"hi mom," he recovered quickly, walking towards her and leaning down to let her kiss his cheek. "have you been here long?" her reply was a simple about half an hour and the look on her face as their eyes met was too knowing for byunghee's taste. he knew it was a conversation he would have to endure later. "you didn't have to do this." of course i did, the two of you look exhausted. "well, yeah, you know how halloween goes." there was an implication in her tone that sent a shudder down byunghee's spine, his mother way too comfortable addressing these subjects. it made byunghee miss the time when she was more homophobic. 

"uh, sure," byunghee turned to sung, taking the seat opposite to him on the table, next to where his mother was sitting, and avoiding sung's gaze at all cost. "wanna lead, mom?" byunghee held her hand as she thanked for the food, for his and joosung's health and well being, and said amen when he was supposed to. when he reached for the food, byunghee still didn't want to look at joosung, but his mother seemed all too interested in engaging in a conversation. did you two dress up for halloween?

as always with sung, his emotions stamped proud on his body with the small deflation of his shoulders. if he'd gotten up only ten minutes earlier, he might have been able to at least be some help. as it stood, he was taking her graciousness with no proper thanks to give. the best he could do in the moment was rush over to take some of the dishes off of her hands and to the table.

after that, he had a mind to listen as he should and take a seat, but he also worried whether he should be going to get byunghee. or was it less strange for his mother to get him? then again, he wasn't sure it would be appropriate for her to see the state of the room.

thankfully, his questions were cut short as the door opened. instead came a new slew of hypothetical scenarios about how byunghee might feel about the scene before him. his pregnant pause accompanied looking at byunghee, hoping to discern what the result might be. he drew out an, "um," to cut the time, and forcibly pulled his eyes away to meet his mothers's instead. "we met quite a while ago, actually. we were stationed together during our military service," sung loosened as he spoke, finally sitting down, and a curve of his lips overlayed his words by the end. "we lost touch afterwards, but we met again earlier this year. it's been quite nice getting to know each other again."

while he understood they'd been speaking for such a small amount of time and she inevitably had questions, sung worried spending too much time talking about himself wouldn't come off as his authentic self. however, rather than overwhelm her with too much again, he would rather show their common beliefs. "shall we say grace?"

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hyein wasn't in the business of interfering with her sons' lives. they were already grown and - mostly - put together men who rarely disappointed her. but while byunghee wasn't always appreciative of it, since he got in trouble trying to make her and his father happy, she felt the necessity of checking in on him as often as possible. and so she would, sometimes, let herself into his apartment, usually to clean some things up and to leave some food for him in the fridge. this time, she wanted only to cook him a nice breakfast and she definitely wasn't counting on someone else coming out of byunghee's bedroom. 

she'd had enough time to contend with her son's... proclivities, and while she still didn't fully understand it, byunghee had never given her a reason to not trust him. so she forced herself to be happy for him and to accept him for what he was, but if the young man wanted to refer to himself as her son's friend, she was willing to roll with it. "oh, hello," hyein smiled - he looked sweet, at least. better than some of the girls her son had unfortunately paraded around in the past. "ah, honey, don't worry," she waved him off, plating the eggs she had fried and grabbing the container of kimchi off the fridge. "i'm almost done, just take a seat."

she went through the motions of serving the food she had prepared - the eggs, the spam, the kimchi, the rice -, setting the table for three instead of two. "so, how long have you and byunghee been... friends?"

few things in the world were more embarrassing than this. sung'd barely gotten an, "ah- hello," before embarrassment and red tinted skin filled every inch of his body. as he bowed - with proper posture, the least he could do - sung was ever so grateful that he had chosen to put his pants back on before coming out of the room that morning.

nonetheless, he felt extremely underdressed. the feeling of the soft cotton on his skin was suddenly as if it was sandpaper. sung had imagined meeting byunghee's mother a million times over the last eight years, yet not a single time was it ever anything close to this. with how cautious byunghee had been about their relationship, he wasn't even sure how much she knew about him, if anything at all.

"i apologize for the intrusion and for looking so..." disheveled, he'd say, but he didn't want to seem like he was fishing for compliments. instead, he raised from his bow and smoothed his hands over his hair in case it might have been sticking up from rolling around in his sleep. "um, i'm choi joosung, byunghee's friend." he barely paused half a second before continuing, "you've raised a wonderful son. and-and i've very much been looking forward to meeting you." everything he wanted to say came blurting out before much of anything had occurred to the point that after he finished, it only then occurred that she must be here for a reason. being in the kitchen, he turned his attentions to a less intense conversation topic, "are you, um, would you like help with anything?"

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KIM JIWOONG ✦ boys planet ep. 8

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KIM JIWOONG ✶ Moving Portrait LOYALTY Ver.

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hi everybody!!! im giving my characters a bit of a change, so just letting y'all know that old threads are dropped <3

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byunghee doesn't know what exactly he was expecting. he knows it wouldn't be pretty - he's familiar enough with joosung's antics to not have anticipated a mild, accepting response to his words. it's why byunghee had tried to be gentle, even if he fumbled through it. he could've done worse, he knows, could've said more hurtful and less calculated words that would've cut sung deeper, but he chose to be as decent as he could possibly be.

whatever it was, he's not expecting this, so much so that he almost stumbled back when joosung crawls into his lap, not anticipating such close contact. when byunghee watches joosung's face, he sees nothing short of desperation and maybe he should run away at such sight but it does very little other than entice him. "you- you have survived without me. for a long time. why- why would it be different this time?" byunghee tries to reason, but he knows his words lack the conviction necessary to be convincing. especially when his hands latch onto sung's waist, keeping him in place rather than pushing him away. "why do you- why me?"

his hands curled into a singular ball on his lap as byunghee pulled his away, at which point, sung's brows furrowed and his head shook. he wanted to say we were, but - they'd been there before, had this conversation already. more than that, the most hurtful part came as he continued speaking, burdening sung with the knowledge that liking him wasn't enough. to sung, nothing byunghee was saying made sense. the edges of a headache slipped through the valleys of his scrambled thoughts.

obsessed wasn't the right word to use with someone you were trying to leave. if byunghee were truly obsessed, this wouldn't be happening. the dam broke as tears began to roll down his lashes into his lap. one of his hands reached out to the arm of byunghee's shirt and gripped, and as his head raised to look byunghee in the eyes again, he said, "please be obsessed with me." really, truly, obsessed. his wish came bursting out like it couldn't be held in. sung leaned forward as his other hand came to byunghee's neck, "i can't- i can't be just friends with you." he put effort into trying, and only sort of succeeding, to steady his trembling lip. to ground himself, his hand raised to the back of byunghee's head to grip his hair instead. "and i feel like dying every second i'm away from you. how could i survive without you?" each word had sung leaning forward, scooting, until he had fallen off of the couch and placed himself on byunghee's lap. his hands readjusted, one shaking across the curl of byunghee's cheek while the other found a sturdier spot in his hair. sung's eyes roamed over the face so close to his, remembering each centimeter he'd lovingly mapped over the years, before landing back to eye contact. "how am i supposed to be yours if i'm not yours?"

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byunghee's sharp inhale echoed across the room. he had always found it a little hard to find the proper words when it came to personal conversations and it was proving to be even more difficult at this moment when it was clear, time and time agian, that he and sung were never on the same place. but like a bandaid, byunghee had to rip it away. "joosung, baby," byunghee rested both his hands on joosung's knees. "we were never really dating."

he wondered, momentarily, if he was making things worse by saying that. byunghee didn't envision a world where sung would take it well, but he reckoned he could try his best to soften up the blow. "you— you are great," byunghee felt the weight of those words as soon as they came out, trying to be as genuine as possible. "and there's so much between us, so much of me that you know and other people don't. i'm— honestly, quite obsessed with you. i like you and our history a lot, joosung. but you want a boyfriend, and i don't think i can be one. not right now."

sung allowed himself to be shifted over to the couch, though, as he sat, he took an extra few seconds to look to the ceiling and try to blink back his tears. he's been here before, way more times than he wished was the case. how was it possible that in every conversation where he felt like he went into it with a strength and power, it always turned back to byunghee having all of it?

if he were truthful with himself, this was the inevitability he was trying to avoid. he knew why - how even as a grimace began at the mention of his ex, the touch he desperately craved over his ear kept him in place instead of reeling back. when they split back in the military, he didn't have this, but he'd imagined it a hundred times. now with the experience of so many break ups, the picture still was never as clear and painful as the one in front of him.

he dropped his eyes to their hands. if they weren't held, they might have been shaking. sung's voice cracked as he said, "so you want to break up."

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byunghee thinks over her words for a moment. he reckons she's right, to some extent - it would be pretty offending for someone to admit to have fucked you. "not if the sex was bad," byunghee points out after reflecting on the possible scenarios. "if the sex was bad, i'm sure the girl would be happy the other person doesn't remember it, so it's less embarrassing for the two of them, don't you think?"

"but right, we have not fucked," sadly, his mind adds, but he bites his tongue before it can come out. he would enjoy having sex with her, at least she's pretty and now that she's brought up the memory, byunghee remembers all the times he's seen her acting and modelling and whatnot. he also remembers the airport meeting, the drink he paid for her. "can't even say that we can if you want to, because honestly, i think there's someone who would chop off my dick if they found out."

"the drink, though, i'll gladly accept," byunghee raises the glass up, smirking. "are you trying to escape from something else tonight? or the same things as the other day?"

if she was even remotely sober, suji might have felt offended. she's not sure which should offend her more — being forgotten about, or how brutally forward he's being. but she's already several drinks in, and all she can do is let out a small laugh, shaking her head gently. "we've met," she clarifies, mirroring his smirk. "what if we had fucked? don't you think forgetting that — and admitting to it — would piss a girl off?" she raises an eyebrow curiously, tilting her head.

her most sociable moments always seem to come when she's the furthest thing from sober. sometimes, she thinks she likes drunk suji a bit better. drunk suji doesn't have any worry, any anxiety — there's no crushing emotions that weigh her down, keeping her hypervigilant. instead, she's a bit bolder, a bit more fun. but being drunk all the time is obviously not the way one sustains a long-lasting career. so, she tries to avoid letting drunk suji out in public. drunk suji is typically confined to the inside of her apartment with only her closest confidants allowed to meet her, but tonight is a night for bad decisions.

she motions to the bartender to send over two more shots of whiskey, turning back towards byunghee, another smirk tugging at her lips. "you bought me a drink at the airport. you really don't remember?" lips pull downwards in a slight frown, drumming her fingertips on the countertop as she tilts her head again. "i thought it was only right to return the gesture."

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"those... those are expectations that come with relationships, sung," perhaps honesty is the best solution. while byunghee doesn't think they are in the best place, physically, to be having a conversation as serious as this one, he also reckons that there's no better time than today. "look, princess... come here." the room is fancy enough for there to be a couch and byunghee drags the two of them there, making sure sung is sitting down and byunghee kneels in front of him, his hands holding onto sung's on the younger man's lap.

byunghee takes a deep breath. if this time away from joosung had given him clarity for something, it's the fact that he knows what he wants and what he can do at the moment. it's s level of comfort that can be adjusted with time, but he's realised he needs to be the adult between the two of them, and at least for once in his life be a grown up when it comes to feelings and relationships. "you know i recently came out from a very, very public relationship, don't you?" byunghee reaches out, brushing a stand of hair behind joosung's ear. "if i'm being honest, it was a very important relationship to me and i don't think i've been handlings things well since then."

"and the thing is... i think you want a boyfriend," byunghee tries to keep his voice soft, like he's talking to a child. "and i don't know if i'm ready to be a boyfriend right now. but i also... don't want to fully give up on you. so i think we need to- align our expectations, if we still want to be in each other's lives."

a part of byunghee wanted this interaction to happen in a public place. he knew that so many things would keep sung from reacting the way he actually wanted when there were so many possible eyes on him. he was counting on it, in fact, when he first approached joosung, because he didn't know how to deal with anymore of joosung's honesty. every single time, his feelings were written all over his face even when he minced his words. but of course byunghee wasn't lucky enough for that and of course joosung dragged him somewhere else.

he allowed himself to be dragged anyway, following joosung where the younger man wanted him to go and having enough presence of mind to lock the door behind them, just in case. "joosung i-," he tried speaking, but joosung barrelled on him with words that byunghee knew to be true. he just wasn't sure where he stood and how he stood when it came to the two of them. byunghee had started this year thinking he was in madly in love relationship with someone who was in fact not as into him as he were and, as good as he was at fixing practical stuff, he was the very best at fucking things up, so that was exactly what he did.

byunghee wasn't expecting to have to deal with expectations and hopes from someone he had met again for the first time in years. yet nostalgia and desire fueled by joosung's earnest yearning kept byunghee from truly running away. he was conflicted, unsure on how to move forward. "princess," he took a step forward, crossing the distance between them. their height difference was obvious, especially now that byunghee reached up to put his hands to joosung's face. "i'm sorry. it's just- it's difficult, for me. i'm not like you. i don't know how to handle this type of thing. i don't know how to live up to your expectations."

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byunghee woke up in a mood to make bad decisions. or rather, he woke up in a mood to work, but was immediately hit with a text letting him know his schedule for the day had been cancelled since his ambassadorship was back to the drawing board now that the company had found a newer, more hyped and less expensive influencer to hire. it was fine, really. just shit that comes with the job. but the type of shit that had immediately soured his mood and kept him inside his house the entire day, playing video games and eating all the junk food secret garden told him he's not supposed to eat.

when he started cracking beer bottles open by himself, byunghee realised he might as well go out and at least be around people. which had lead him to this nightclub. way too many drinks in, byunghee is actively attempting to keep himself from fucking up any further, knowing what awaits him if he crosses this line again.

but when a hot girl calls him over and offers to buy him a drink, byunghee can't say no to her. "oh, nice," he smirks, drunkenly slurring out his words. "have we met? wait, have we fucked? if we have, i'm sorry. or i'm happy that happened, whatever you prefer, pretty."

nightclub in gangnam. for @endueringfire.

she knows she shouldn't be here. it's a terrible, horrible, completely irresponsible idea. but here she is, sitting at the bar in a nightclub, ready to slip back into old habits when she knows she has filming in the morning — it's a bad, bad, bad idea.

she isn't really sure why she's here, though. okay, she knows why — her first day back on set felt absolutely suffocating. it felt terrifying, and it suddenly felt like a place she no longer belonged to. and feeling that way about the one thing she found some sort of solace in was an absolutely terrible feeling. a feeling that gnawed at the pit of her stomach until she found herself wandering into this godforsaken nightclub, ready to just forget about everything.

she's contemplating leaving. she thinks about calling her manager and heading back home to review her script for the umpteenth time, or at least to get some kind of rest. that would be the responsible thing to do, but she doesn't feel very responsible tonight. so, she remains seated at the bar, nursing a drink as her gaze shifts through the bustling crowd. that's when her gaze falls on a familiar face, and she beckons him over with the slightest smile, raising her glass in his direction. "can i buy you a drink? i think i kind of owe you."

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a part of byunghee wanted this interaction to happen in a public place. he knew that so many things would keep sung from reacting the way he actually wanted when there were so many possible eyes on him. he was counting on it, in fact, when he first approached joosung, because he didn't know how to deal with anymore of joosung's honesty. every single time, his feelings were written all over his face even when he minced his words. but of course byunghee wasn't lucky enough for that and of course joosung dragged him somewhere else.

he allowed himself to be dragged anyway, following joosung where the younger man wanted him to go and having enough presence of mind to lock the door behind them, just in case. "joosung i-," he tried speaking, but joosung barrelled on him with words that byunghee knew to be true. he just wasn't sure where he stood and how he stood when it came to the two of them. byunghee had started this year thinking he was in madly in love relationship with someone who was in fact not as into him as he were and, as good as he was at fixing practical stuff, he was the very best at fucking things up, so that was exactly what he did.

byunghee wasn't expecting to have to deal with expectations and hopes from someone he had met again for the first time in years. yet nostalgia and desire fueled by joosung's earnest yearning kept byunghee from truly running away. he was conflicted, unsure on how to move forward. "princess," he took a step forward, crossing the distance between them. their height difference was obvious, especially now that byunghee reached up to put his hands to joosung's face. "i'm sorry. it's just- it's difficult, for me. i'm not like you. i don't know how to handle this type of thing. i don't know how to live up to your expectations."

joosung's emotions are always written all over his face. byunghee wonders whether the younger man is aware of how transparent he can be at times, even for someone like byunghee who... doesn't really catch on to things like that when he can't be bothered to really pay attention. it doesn't take a high iq or telepathy to know joosung is pissed with him. the relief of being right is momentary when faced with the depth of joosung's expectations.

"come on, princess, don't be like that," byunghee taunts, letting the nickname easily roll off his tongue, adding in a smirk to mask the slight nervousness in his tone. "i told you i've been busy. working a lot. gotta make sure i still have a job, you know?"

byunghee decides in favour of laying it in as thick as possible. "how could i ever forget you, princess?"

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if byunghee had it in him to be embarrassed about silly things, he's sure his ears would be burning red after the request he's made and the other's reply. as it is, he's somehow abandoned shame a few years ago, between begging for one mediocre paying job to another, and he no longer has it in himself to care much about these things.

still, he chuckles slightly at the man's words, leaning closer to lit his cigarette. "if you drink six watered down mimosas i'm sure it counts like full two proper glasses of it." not that byunghee has done that – unfortunately for him, he's painfully sober. he inhales deeply and as the smoke fills his lungs, byunghee feels like he can breathe properly for the first time in hours. "thanks, man."

standing up straighter, he tips his head to the side, looking at the other. "i'm byunghee. have we met?"

the best thing about seoul, byunghee thinks, is that no matter where he goes someone is definitely going to have a lighter at hand. it would kill his mother to see how much he smokes on a daily basis, but byunghee likes to believe that she'd understand it a little bit if she truly knew how much pressure he's constantly wonder. he knows it's a feeling most people in this industry share and has been, in more than one occasion, an opportunity for some level of bonding. even though he's not feeling like the most sociable person at the moment, byunghee knows to act as a approachable and friendly as possible.

"thanks man," he reaches for the lighter, then proceeds to spend a solid minute attempting to light his cigarette while holding onto the umbrella. byunghee is very aware of the image he carries and how people perceive him, mostly because of his carefully crafted celebrity persona, and he knows part of it banks on him being cool. it is very decidedly not cool when he keeps fighting against the lighter and lets out a few more curses, especially as he manages to burn the tip of his thumb a little.

"fucking hell," quitting the act, he turns to the guy with what he hopes is not that much of a pathetic expression. surely he can get away with asking something like this, right? "man, i hate to say this, but would you mind lighting it for me? i think i had a little too much to drink, and my fingers are slipping." the lie slips out easy, but byunghee is attempting to save some face.

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joosung's emotions are always written all over his face. byunghee wonders whether the younger man is aware of how transparent he can be at times, even for someone like byunghee who... doesn't really catch on to things like that when he can't be bothered to really pay attention. it doesn't take a high iq or telepathy to know joosung is pissed with him. the relief of being right is momentary when faced with the depth of joosung's expectations.

"come on, princess, don't be like that," byunghee taunts, letting the nickname easily roll off his tongue, adding in a smirk to mask the slight nervousness in his tone. "i told you i've been busy. working a lot. gotta make sure i still have a job, you know?"

byunghee decides in favour of laying it in as thick as possible. "how could i ever forget you, princess?"

byunghee has never been a fan of running away. growing up, he's always had to be the one to be brave, to face things without hesitation or by taking the coward's way out. it's how he got used to living and how he's been living for as long as he's been aware of himself. and yet, for the past month or so, byunghee has been… working, he'll say. getting into as many meetings as possible, accepting any proposal for partnership, travelling around to fulfill some of them. if you ask, he'll swear he's just trying to focus on his career, to find more ways of consolidating his presence online. and it is true, somewhat. he's making the moves, going after business ventures that sound worth it to him.

and maybe, just maybe, he's also avoiding joosung a little bit.

after everything that went down between them, byunghee has just needed some time to think. in many ways, sung fits the bill for who his mother would like him to date (kind, hardworker, catholic). he also fits the bill for who byunghee himself would enjoy dating (a guy, fairly hot, kind of a freak in bed, some degree of craziness). while joosung wanting him as much as he does is something byunghee is obsessed with it's also… scary.

he should've anticipated that he'd end up running into sung during an event he simply cannot run away from. it's only the combination of alcohol and guilt that has byunghee carefully approaching sung as he stands alone. "hello there."

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byunghee has never been a fan of running away. growing up, he's always had to be the one to be brave, to face things without hesitation or by taking the coward's way out. it's how he got used to living and how he's been living for as long as he's been aware of himself. and yet, for the past month or so, byunghee has been… working, he'll say. getting into as many meetings as possible, accepting any proposal for partnership, travelling around to fulfill some of them. if you ask, he'll swear he's just trying to focus on his career, to find more ways of consolidating his presence online. and it is true, somewhat. he's making the moves, going after business ventures that sound worth it to him.

and maybe, just maybe, he's also avoiding joosung a little bit.

after everything that went down between them, byunghee has just needed some time to think. in many ways, sung fits the bill for who his mother would like him to date (kind, hardworker, catholic). he also fits the bill for who byunghee himself would enjoy dating (a guy, fairly hot, kind of a freak in bed, some degree of craziness). while joosung wanting him as much as he does is something byunghee is obsessed with it's also… scary.

he should've anticipated that he'd end up running into sung during an event he simply cannot run away from. it's only the combination of alcohol and guilt that has byunghee carefully approaching sung as he stands alone. "hello there."

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