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imsg → my man hwan 😎

jinhwan: is the friend u???

jinhwan: whats goin on, my bro dude pal

jinhwan: do i still add the ' no homo ' or can only u say that considering how STRAIGHT u are

joonyoung: mb

joonyoung: ur so fkn funny

joonyoung: can u... still be straight if

joonyoung: u wanna kiss ur roommate all th time

joonyoung: again

joonyoung: askn 4 a frnd

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imsg → my man hwan 😎

joonyoung: ive got a q

joonyoung: askn 4 a frnd

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sehyxns:

         though the other’s teasing normally would’ve caused a roll of his eyes and an ignition start to his temper, there was a certain fondness in his tone that sehyun couldn’t quite pinpoint the origin of, and it didn’t at all feel like vindictive teasing when the words had fallen from joonyoung’s lips. still, it didn’t make him want to hide himself any less. ‘ well, yeah, ’ he agreed, ( albeit sheepishly ), and his breath nearly hitched in his throat the instant a tiny sliver of exposed skin barely even make contact. though there was no doubt that there was an ache in him to just grab the other’s hand ( or was there ? what had he really wanted ? ) he pulled his hand away slightly for a moment if only to relieve the tension that clamored in his chest and was felt throughout his clammy palms and shaking fingertips.

the lack of response coming from the elder nearly pushed the artist into worrying further about the words that had left his mouth, ( words that had sounded like the least subtle pick up line in existence, no less ). and he found himself tuned into the sound of every clear of joonyoung’s throat, gaze lingering on him out of the corner of his eye — god, could he be any less subtle about where his attention really was ? ‘ oh, ’ he breathed when there was FINALLY some form of an answer, the corners of his mouth quirking the slightest bit at the information given. ‘ that old guard used to hate me, ’ he came back, allowing himself to speak up more than usual. ‘ i’d found a way to stay here past closing and … well, we weren’t the best of friends. ’ not that he’d ever gotten into real trouble for it, but it had turned into a handful of scoldings from the old man. at the mention of the other’s sister, his eyebrows r o s e in interest ; little surprise there. ‘ your sister actually likes the art museum ? ’ he asked, trying to ignore the burning of his cheeks with more questions directed at joonyoung. ‘ sora — my sister, can’t wait to get out of any museum i take her to. is your sister an artist ? ’ another smile at the reminder of his sister, and another feeling of nervousness settling into his bones.

there was a worry that settled into his mind after he had posed the question ; maybe joonyoung hadn’t wanted to be asked in return — maybe he had just asked for sehyun’s opinion because it felt like the right thing to do. he hadn’t at all gone into any detail about what he really thought, kept it brief as he did with most things … but ask soon as joonyoung was speaking, he suddenly became the only focus in the room, the art he so often adored fading into nothing but the background as he went on. nothing in the room existed but joonyoung, his words, and him. how had he not known the other had such passionate thoughts on a simple piece ? sehyun was suddenly filled with a desire to hear joonyoung’s thoughts on all his favorite pieces. ‘ yeah. ’ he replied, finally forcing the words out because he was aware of his long term staring. the artist swallowed hard, blinking rapidly after averting his eyes. ‘ you’re … you’re spot on. ’ you’re beautiful, you’re beautiful, you’re beautiful. he wasn’t sure how he’d never noticed before.

the CHUCKLE: it escapes him before he even realizes it, and in that moment –– between sharing anecdotes and being surrounded by arguably his favorite works of art –– the question of what they are plagues the footballer’s mind; it takes him a minute to realize he’s been ASKED another question ( though non-reminiscent of a pickup line this time, thank fuck ), and joonyoung clears his throat again before piping up to answer. “sohee, yeah –– uh, that’s her name ––” he points out dumbly ( obviously that’s her name, you stupid fuckwit, he berates himself ), “she likes seeing the paintings, you know? it, uh ... calms her down. we’re the same, in that way.” the question raises a small smile to his lips once more, but joonyoung shakes his head. “she’s more of an ... ENTHUSIAST, i guess that’s the word. ––– could be a critic, too, with the way she talks about my work–” it’s the first time any implication of his OWN paintings leaves his mouth during a conversation with his roommate, and almost immediately joonyoung holds his mouth s h u t in fear of anything more stupid ( and PERSONAL ) escaping. “–– i see where your sister’s coming from, though; art– it’s an, well– acquired taste, i guess.” kind of like you.

joonyoung’s own ramble has him practically VISUALIZING the town he’s moving to next, considering he can never show his face towards the other again; though with the way sehyun is gawking at him, it was as if he had lost his head already. “... br–– sehyun?” he calls out, hand waving in front of the other’s pristine features in an attempt to J O L T him back to reality as his teeth worry his bottom lip. “did you, like–– malfunction? or something?” when sehyun speaks again he can’t help but breathe a sigh of R E L I E F; so he hadn’t killed him ... though joonyoung’s almost certain his ramble could near bore anyone to death. “uh–– sorry about the ramble, dude, i– don’t usually get to come around here? with ... anyone?” another SHY confession; for someone who loves a party and a good time, it’s rare for the footballer to find any willing companions for ... ‘non-alcoholic art affairs’. and sehyun –– well, come to think of it, sehyun’s always been good at making him feel less A L O N E. “i figured ... you might understand. i don’t know. it’s whatever.”

it takes him a while to realize they’ve been standing in front of the artwork for FAR too long, but joonyoung’s own gaze has been tuned towards sehyun more than the painting itself ( he contemplates using a pickup line regarding how sehyun is a work of art but ABSTAINS, considering both the fact that he’s used it before, and what the fuck–– it’s SEHYUN ). so instead he clears his throat ( AGAIN ), small smile still ever present as dark orbs skim over sehyun’s figure ever so subtly. thoughts about having his frame pressed up AGAINST his roommate’s once more f l o o d his head; almost instantly joonyoung turns away, cheeks flushed. if his sister could see him now, she’d be hysterical for sure ... “sohee!” the footballer realizes, an idea SPRINGING to mind as he turns back towards sehyun, cheeks returning to normal. “do you, uh ...” pause; it’s personal, what he’s about to offer, but at this point he’s BEYOND rationale. “would you like to see sohee’s favorite piece? ... and, uh–– uh, mine?”

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sehyxns:

          JOONYOUNG’S SUDDEN OBJECTION of going their separate ways around the museum caught sehyun off guard, but tightness in his stomach let him know that he didn’t exactly dislike the idea of them staying together — if anything, part of him was open to it, wanted the football player to stay near him … even when he felt as if either of them could get easily annoyed if they stayed in one particular place too long. the artist could only nod at first, matched with a not-so-subtle clear of his throat — had it always been so dry ? he also noted the others resistance in sparing him a glance, but he allowed his own gaze to latch onto a nearby art piece before he could let himself become worried about it. i brought you here. the sentence brought a twisting feeling to his gut ( god, why was he so nervous ? ) and sehyun merely found himself nodding in agreement as the elder male explained his reasoning and kept walking further into the museum. ‘ okay, ’ he responded, finally, forcing a simple word from chapped lips. ‘ i’ll take you on the sehyun tour, then. ’ he tried at a joke, attempting to ease his nerves somehow because god, were they through the roof.

sehyun conveniently ignored the proximity of the two of them side by side, preoccupying himself with familiar art works that lined the walls. art work that had always — for some reason, comforted him in times of need. art was like that, he supposed; it was always there, even when you felt most a l o n e. though the silence that had fallen between them was one that was nearly comfortable, sehyun hadn’t realized how badly he’d ached to hear the other speaking until he pointed out an art piece in the center of the room, straight ahead of them. while it was new to the gallery, part of him was convinced he’d seen it somewhere before. ‘ do you come here often ? ’ it only takes a moment for the artist to regret the words that fell from his lips, aware of exactly how they sounded. ( he’d always found the most particular ways to embarrass himself beyond belief ). though his cheeks burned with color he still accidentally met the gaze of his roommate, averting dark hues to the art piece the moment the question passed his lips. ‘ i, uh .. ’ he struggled, clearing his throat once more as he tried to gather his thoughts ; it wasn’t all that hard. comment on the art piece, asshole. ‘ i like it. i don’t know why it was placed in here, though — it seems out of era but — ’ he darted closer, allowing him to get a better look at it. ‘ its nice. the color, the structure … what do, uh — what do you think of it ? ’ he isn’t quite sure why it felt like testing waters, but he really wanted to know joonyoung’s thoughts — a fact that surprised even him.

he can’t help but notice there’s no actual CONVICTION in the way he rolls his eyes, snorting. the sehyun tour, oh my god. “you’re an idiot.” joonyoung quips, albeit a little lamely ( the tinge of FONDNESS that laces his tone, still, doesn’t go unnoticed either ). but in spite of himself his feet shuffle forward at the same time sehyun’s does, and the footballer allows himself the tiniest of smiles when he feels their fingers ALMOST brush together, his heart going a mile a minute –– god, what the fuck is WRONG with him? ( not that he actually answers the question, anyway; he’s scared to ask and scared to find out, all at the same time. )

and then sehyun asks if he comes here often, and joonyoung all but somersaults out the window. it takes him a moment to realize he’s cleared his throat THRICE in the past minute, and after a harrowing near-death experience by choking on his own saliva ( he always DID have a flair for the dramatics ), “um ...” the footballer begins, eyes downcast as if to hide his own rosy cheeks ( that surprisingly enough, match his roommate’s ), “i’m here, like, enough, i think ... the old guard used to know me.” it’s a sheepish confession, accompanied by an even SHYER smile. “i take my sister around when she comes around, you know ... it’s, like, uh–– relaxing. yeah. you get it.”

when the other comments about the art he nods along, almost too vigorously. “no, no, yeah, dude –– TOTALLY.” joonyoung speaks initially, with plans in his head to keep his mouth shut –– but as plans and sehyun go together, obviously ( OBVIOUSLY ) it doesn’t happen how he’d like –– and then, god, then he begins to ramble. “i just think of all the time he spent putting into the detail of it all, you know? like ...” he shuffles in place, pointing out one aspect of the artwork in particular, “look that way ... the way that he puts it in focus as opposed to everything else, which sort of fades into the background without really trying too HARD ... it’s a good use of color, like you said, because the way that they CONTRAST brings out more of the rising sun i think he’s going for? i guess? and–– and look at the way his strokes are so soft, so different from the subject ... he probably did that on purpose, you know? like, softness in all the noise, finding order in, uh ... chaos ...” it’s a full two minutes before he realizes he hasn’t stopped TALKING, and with cheeks as red as his football jersey joonyoung resorts to shutting up, embarrassment colored on his features as he adds a hasty “but, uh, yeah. whatever.” shoot me now.

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sehyxns:

              UNEASE RETURNED to sehyun’s shoulder during their walk to the museum ; the two had walked beside the each other nearly the whole way, and a tension that went unmentioned lingered between their hands that nearly brushed against each other with every step — REALLY, sehyun shouldn’t have said yes, he knew for sure he would end up annoyed somehow during their trip —- we never get along, he’d reminded himself half a billion times while they walked, put he pushed down the urge to run away when they entered the museum.

the sudden presence of art around him urged him to take a load off the BEAUTY of it all never ceased to bring him a sense of peace — and provide a distraction from the other sticking out like a sore thumb. he hadn’t exactly noticed until then — but now that he had it was harder not to pay attention to him. ‘ yeah, ’ he forced out eventually, pushing himself ahead of joonyoung after a few long strides, already heading for his favorite section of the art museum. ‘ you can … you don’t have to stay with me if you don’t want to … i’ll … don’t worry about me being a bother — i’ll stay out of your hair. ’

“NO!” he finds himself ( blurting out ), much to his own surprise; he’s WAY too indignant about sehyun roaming the museum a l o n e, evidently, and the footballer finds that there’s absolutely ... no way to explain it. fuck. “i MEAN,” joonyoung tries again, eyes downcast before he can embarrass himself all the more with unnecessarily long STARING, “i just ... i brought you here.” he tries to point out, “might as well ... go around together.” it’s a solid enough excuse ... isn’t it? isn’t it? ( he PRAYS it is –– and if it isn’t, well. he just hopes sehyun’s too mesmerized by the art to mind. )

so he tags along, a few strides having them side by side once more, the familiar works against the wall bringing along with them an eerie sense of CALM; art had that effect on him, easy enough, and one free hand comes out of his pocket to point up at one of the works in the CENTER of the room. “that one’s new.” he observes, if a little stiffly, “–– at least, uh .. it wasn’t here last time i was ... um.” he paws at the back of his head once more, finally working up the courage to glance at the roommate beside him. “what do you think of it?”

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@sehyxns​

*nervously calls crush bro*

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olivcrz:

oli: jfc. you borrow that from fucking jason voorhees? oli: you mean like nap? bitches love napping oli: pretending i’m working but this is strangely more entertaining ??

WBU.JOON: no one appreciates th face mask these days ... smh WBU.JOON: nvm , my bed has no room for face mask h8rs WBU.JOON: DITCH WOOOOORK!!! lets go play sum fifa

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namxseoyun:

seoyun:  your life, your choice seoyun: um, you look just like golum. you need to calm down. seoyun:  trying to find a parking space and forget our conversation.

WBU.JOON: um . if gollum wer fine as hell, mayb //: WBU.JOON: textin while drivin is dangerous babe!!! check urself

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kiihyvns:

ki: don’t fuckin sext me w that shit on oh my god ki: frosty lookin ass ki: now my boner is gone :-/

WBU.JOON: fuckn rude WBU.JOON: now my skin is cleaner n clearer than u ever wish it could b WBU.JOON: ur fuckin loss

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jiycn:

JI.YOUN: sext me when you’re done then  JI.YOUN: how u gonna turn me on when you lookin like 💀💀 JI.YOUN: me ? im eating cereal

WBU.JOON: all finished n handsum as ever ! turn up ;) WBU.JOON: y u gotta hide th fact tht u lov me anyway WBU.JOON: u cld be eatin smthn else rn tho ... sall im sayin

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cyanideeblue:

lani: is this your way of channeling your inner leather face ? should i be worried ?!

lani:  suddenly I can’t read – who is this again …..

lani: not a damn thing but I see you’re on anotha level,, thats where I’m tryna be doe !

WBU.JOON: the best thing u nvr had, thts who ! ;) WBU.JOON: yooooo it aint easy bein this gr8 all th time but like ,, WBU.JOON: sum1s gotta do it yk wht im sayin

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acxisms:

A.CHU : i’m almost CERTAIN u didn’t mean to send this 2 /me/ A.CHU : so i’ll pretend i didn’t read it A.CHU : but i’m just chillin ! hyd !

WBU.JOON: thts y ur a tru bro, man WBU.JOON: wn go out n get REKT tonite??? WBU.JOON: or toss a ball around wtv WBU.JOON: its gon be LIT

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 IDFC ; a sejoon playlist. ( @joonyovng )

 i. idfc - blackbear / ii. forrest gump - frank ocean / iii. lost boy - troye sivan  iv. sweater weather - the neighborhood / v. everlong - foo fighters / vi. swimming fool - seventeen / vii. is there somewhere - halsey / viii.  dirty laundry - all time low.

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joon: gotta keep my face clean n clear 24/7 365 iykwim joon: tho wish we cld do othr things in bed instead..... iykwim ;) joon: anw wyd

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sehyxns:

       THE ARTIST FOUND HIMSELF LOST in the midst of thoughts whirling around his brain. joonyoung had never asked him for … well, ANYTHING ; so the suddenness of having the elder asking him if he wanted to go out … no. asking him if he wanted to tag along to an outing to the art museum … it had sehyun nothing short of confused. ‘ i … yeah, no, it is interesting, i just … ’ never expected my roommate to be asking me if i wanted to go somewhere. but no more words came to the boy; he merely offered a shrug.

his thoughts escalated rather quickly ; was joonyoung asking him on a date ? the idea had his throat dry, nervousness transmitted to every nerve of his body — and he almost wanted it to happen, for this to be a date — but the idea is pushed down as the elder followed up, saying he could just pay him back no problem. ease began to settle in his shoulders; there was no pressure, was there ? it was just two … two friends headed to the museum. ( god, were they even friends ? ) in one haphazard moment, sehyun had the television switched off, tripping over himself as he walked toward the door and joonyoung. ‘ yeah, no i’m … i’m in. ’

for someone as DISORGANIZED as he is, joonyoung still likes to think there’s some sort of o r d e r in the way he does things –– which is why standing out here, in front of the museum with sehyun beside him has him convinced he’s gone completely INSANE. even with his own spontaneity, the footballer’s never done anything this ( STUPID ) in, well ... ever. you drive me CRAZY! he wants to scream at his roommate, in agitation and frustration ( and confusion, most of all ), but joonyoung digresses, a half-heartedly gruff “c’mon.” leaving his lips instead as he trudges inside.

thankfully enough, the art provides for a more than ADEQUATE distraction from the chaos in his thoughts; new watercolor artworks decorate the hall with GRANDEUR, beauty abundant, and joonyoung is more than happy to d r i n k it all in. he’s the odd man out, evidently enough, with his football jersey and snapback ever INTACT –– but the love he has for the artworks is so ALIVE in his gaze, and almost immediately the company he’s in is almost forgotten –– ALMOST, until he clears his throat and redirects his attention towards sehyun once more. “UM ...” hand is raised to his hair, albeit a little awkwardly, “lead the way, man.”

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make sure to kiss your knuckles before you punch me in the face sock me in the ribs ;;

a sejoon mix for confused art dweebs ( ft. @sehyxns )

ilysb ( stripped down ) / lany ; i will follow you into the dark / death cab for cutie ; bloom / the paper kites ; pool / paramore ; location / khalid ; heart out / the 1975 ; often / the weeknd ; dive / ed sheeran ; do i wanna know? / arctic monkeys ; thinking bout you / frank ocean

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