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when taemin had thrown his selfie into the group chat, he didn't think it'd lead to him headed to the bar ren worked at, god knows what in the works for the two of them. but honestly? he really care where it went, as long as he was having fun. so when he showed up and headed to the back to help ren out, the quick make out session that shortly followed was extremely welcomed, and had the other boys not been around, it might have gone even further than that. but he knew better, knew the shit he'd get if they stayed back there longer than they needed to so after that was done, he helped the other carry up bottles of alcohol before placing himself on the opposite side of the bar than ren, trying to fix the hat that sat atop his head to make sure what they'd done in the back room hadn't been the slightest bit obvious. he didn't want to get the other in trouble, not in the slightest.. but it was in his nature to say and do things that might have been frowned upon, so without thinking about it, he was reaching across the bar to tap the other's arm, a smirk pulling on his lips. "how much longer did you say you had in this shift?" taemin asked, brow quirking lightly. "because i'm pretty sure you said there would be a surprise waiting for me when i showed up to keep you company and i'm gonna be honest, free alcohol is a little weak..." the male teased, his head nodding back towards the back room. "i'd always be willing to help you carry more stuff up, if you need it."

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in all honesty, there were a lot of things haunel mind drifted towards when it came to his visits with jeongmin, most of them were extremely unholy and played into a few of the kinks they both seemed to share and well, gagging the other with some piece of fabric or something else entirely sounded heavenly to haneul. "next time? why not later?" he replied, brow quirking upwards slightly as he glanced over the other one, a smirk pulling on his lips. however, one that was almost instantly wiped away by the feeling of the other's hand slipping into his jeans with ease, a small huff of breath leaving haneul's throat as he tried to keep it together. "you sound needy, min... maybe you did miss the way i made you feel a little bit more than you'd like to admit." the male teased, dragging a hand through jeongmin's hair before it was falling down to his hip. truthfully? he was glad the other was caving before he was.. not because his ego wanted to be the last to cave, but because he knew their dynamic meant that he would be the one to hold in the want, the need up until something in him snapped. "you love it." haneul countered, his brow raised before a groan fell from his lips at the feeling of jeongmin leaving a mark that only he'd be able to see, the need within him growing even more at the smallest of actions from the other. "fuck." he breathed out, his head falling back at the feeling of jeongmin's hand around his cock, his hips jutting towards the touch without him even realizing. maybe he was far more needy and eager than he realized. yet, the other had different ideas, choosing to tease him by only running his tongue along the side of his dick which caused a growl to leave his lips, his hand flying down to jeongmin's hair, lacing into it before he pulled the other's head towards him, causing jeongmin to take more of him into his mouth. "no fucking teasing... not right now."

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“funny, i think taemin told me the same thing earlier today.” he laughed, knowing that sometimes he could be incredibly full of himself. does he have any shame? no. perhaps it has to do with his upbringing but if i wanted to self-analyze his childhood he’d be calling tyler to cook him up some space cakes. all han could do was hum in regards to thanks. that’s what friends are for, he wanted to say, but he couldn’t bring himself to label them as something so mundane. it didn’t feel right, even if that’s part of what they are. “don’t call me a child, not after last night. i feel dirty now because of you.” he whined, only teasing her but it only last a second before his lips quirked into a smile. her giggle was the cutest fucking thing he’s ever heard and he kinda wants to take it in. his hand is itching to just pull out his phone and record her being cute…as blackmail of course, when she tries to act mean to him. “that’s exactly what a cheater would say, i thought you were better than, misun.” when her hands found his, he turned them over and laced their fingers together as if he’s done it a thousand times. it’s surreal to him how quickly the two of them fell into this sort of familiarity; how he found himself gravitating towards her more than once. perhaps if han wasn’t who he is, then maybe…he shook his head, refocusing his attention on the girl placed on his lap. “yang misun wants to cook me dinner? am i dreaming?” he grinned, moving their hands together in a playful manner, “you can’t take it back. i’m expecting a full course meal now.” han didn’t say anything for a moment, knowing damn well he’s going to pay having been the first to offer anyway. “nope!” he exclaimed, popping the ‘p’ loudly and before misun could even blink, han had let go of of her hands to find her waist, lifting her as he stood before throwing her over his shoulder. hoisting her further up so she wouldn’t slip so easily from his grasp. “we’re going out,” han informed her as he headed towards the door, stopping on the way to grab what he assumes is her bag, “what do you want to eat, huh? we’ll take an uber wherever you want to go.” 

"i wouldn't know what your friends have to say about you because i've never met them, han. i know the name.. couldn't tell you who the fuck that was among the kids we go to school with every day." she countered, sticking out her tongue at him playfully. truthfully, she was a tiny bit hurt she hadn't met his group of friends, but she knew she couldn't take it personally. they weren't dating and probably never would be. that wasn't what they'd talked about, not what they'd agreed on and even though there was a small part of her that disliked that now, she couldn't change the words she'd said. "you, dirty because of me? please. i've heard the stories of a playboy name moon hanjae plenty of times. i'm probably the most boring person you've ever done anything with." she said, a sigh leaving her lips unexpectedly. "i guess you just really don't know me at all." misun teased, lifting her knee to nudge his side lightly. however, that lasted for a fraction of a second, her playful mood melting into an overly happy and content one yet again. however, that seemed to be her usual mood around him. "maybe you are dreaming, who knows. none of this seems real to me either. are we both dreaming right now?" she replied, a grin of her own matching the one on his lips, nodding lightly as she placed a kiss to his cheek. "i'll see what i can do. just don't expect too much.. i'm good at it, but not the best." she shrugged lightly, rolling her eyes at his exclamation. she, however, was most certainly not expecting to be thrown of his shoulder, a shrill screech coming from her as a reaction before she found herself in a fit of giggles once more. "put me down, you tree!" she giggled, playfully swatting at the part of his back she could reach as she squirmed lightly. "uh... korean bbq? i haven't had it in ages. however, you can't tell my dance teacher, she's got me on this stupid ass diet and i've been struggling for the past week because of it.." misun replied, another giggle falling from her lips as she realized he was headed towards the door, her bag in his hand and her thrown over his shoulder.

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“of course i am, i’m always right.” han snorted, brushing off the asshole remark she threw his way. still, the last thing he wants is for misun to think that she needs to overwork herself in order to be absolutely perfect. that’s exactly how he used to be on himself, practicing too much and forgetting to eat and it took it’s toll. “yeah i know you do, but it doesn’t hurt reminding you,” he said, ignoring the way his stomach flipped when she called him baby. it happens, the word easily slipping past her lips and he can’t help but feel some sort of way when it does. he wanted to do nothing more than kiss that soft smile off her face and it seems like he’s about to get his wish. it was a little surprising, he had expected to be here for at least half an hour or more watching her practice, maybe even giving in to a second round of it – and he still would’ve paid for dinner. but having misun on his lap was definitely much better. “who are you calling a child?” he questioned, tickling her side a little before his hands found her waist, holding her in place. humming as she kissed his jaw, han’s hands slowly rubbed her sides, squeezing just a little bit before shaking his head. “you know, i think that counts as cheating. you just don’t want to me buy me food,” he laughed, moving his head so their noses brushed. he went in for a quick kiss, pulling back just a little to joke, “why does the guy always have to buy dinner, huh? it’s two-thousand-eighteen, misun.”

his comment caused her nose to scrunch up in faux-disgust as she rolled her eyes lightly. "egotistical, much?" she teased, gently poking at his side with her finger before a smile pulled on the corners of her lips. he cared enough about her to make sure she was taking care of herself, and even though she kept telling herself that she couldn't dwell on it, that thought made her heart swell more so than she would have liked to admit. "i know. thank you for being concerned, i truly do appreciate you." misun's words were quiet, soft and if you listened hard enough, you could hear the fondness in her tone. however, she'd write it off as tiredness and go about her day as if it'd never happened. "im calling you a child, can you really blame?" her words were teasing, once more, however, almost cut short by the giggle that he'd caused by tickling her side. truthfully? that giggle made her sound like the child. but again, she wouldn't admit that. "cheating? me?" misun asked, a fake gasp leaving her lips as she gently patted his chest. "i would never do such a thing, i don't know what you're talking about, mister." the female continued, shrugging her shoulders before she found her hands dropping from his neck only to be placed over his own, wanting nothing more than to just lace their fingers together and stay like this for as long as they possibly could. "i never said i didn't want to buy you food, i just happened to use the flaw in your system against you." misun retorted, giving him small pout of her lips before she all but melted into him at the kiss he placed to them. "however, if i’m being honest with you, i'd prefer to make you dinner. haven't cooked in a while and i miss it." she said, brushing the idea off as nothing more than some reason to cook again, failing to mention the true reason she would want to was so that the could spend that much time together. "oh please... don't start with that. fine, you know what. i'll pay."

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"god, tell me you have some extra fabric laying around that i can shut you up with." haneul growled lightly, the wicked grin growing even bigger on his lips as he actually thought about the idea for a moment. perhaps he'd just have to go through with that if jeongmin did continue to give him sass throughout the entirety of this interaction. however, haneul couldn't really say that he hated the sass, it gave him a reason to get some of his aggression out without looking like a complete asshole. "yeah, highly considering gagging you with something right about now." the comment comes from his lips in a teasing tone, his brow quirking before he's pretending to look around the room for something of use. yet, it was nothing more than a threat, knowing damn well that he'd hate for the other not to be able to talk, to sass, to be jeongmin because that was just half of their dynamic. however, those thoughts were gone just as fast as they'd filled his mind, all because of the feeling of jeongmin's fingers playing with the hem of his jeans, a small sigh leaving his lips as his own fingers ghosted down the other's chest. "hmm." haneul hummed, shrugging his shoulders lightly as a small chuckle fell from his mouth. "you act as if i would have texted you what i did if i was anything but..." the words were true, more so than he would have liked to admit, but what was the use of lying about something like that when the strain in his jeans extremely evident. "empty threats...? i'll choose to ignore that considering you and i both know how this is going to end." he smirked, brow raising at the other in slight confusion. "you act as if you're in charge here, min.. but please, shut the fuck up and put those pretty lips of yours to better use."

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truth be told? it wasn't taemin's week. after receiving the text message about the car his father bought him as a 'gift' he started to suspect something else was going on. low and behold, he was right, his mother texting him a day later telling him they were coming up to visit. would this have been an issue for anyone other than him? probably not. however, them being around meant he'd be stressed out, have to pretend that everything is okay and that he loved the classes he was taking... all without the ability to drink or get high because he knew his parents would never let him live that down. so he was stressed, and because of it, he hadn't been getting a ton of sleep, hadn't been eating properly and sure as hell hadn't had time to take care of things around his place.. and he was sure his appearance showed every single bit of that. honestly? he hadn't even planned on getting out of bed, fully content on getting some rest finally. that was until he heard the mumblings of the hook up that had just left said bed and an all too familiar voice. a sigh was all he gave, throwing an old pair of sweats and a t-shirt on before he headed towards the voice of his sister. "uh- sorry about...that" he mumbled, voice tired as he gestured to the person who was quickly closing his front door behind them. "you? missed me? who are you and what have you done with my sister?" the male chuckled, leaning against the counter as he crossed his arms. "ah, there's the real reason you decided to come over. you know i keep those in there just for you, right? i don't fuckin' eat that shit." he continued, rolling his eyes lightly. "oh by the way, you being here right now is making me miss a well needed nap, so thank you."

closed starter. ── 𝚋𝚊𝚎𝚔 𝚝𝚊𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚗. @screndipitys 

in most cases, miri knew when she was overstepping her bounds. it was not different for this particular case; however, in this instance, she simply did not care. her brother would be a fool to lend miri a key to his place, but an even bigger one to assume she couldn’t pick the lock and let herself in. boredom often led her different directions, and this time, she found herself in taemin’s apartment, shamelessly digging through his fridge for some sort of satisfaction. “jesus, taemin…” she muttered under her breath, a disgusted sneer on her face as she rummaged through his old, forgotten produce. her back was still turned to the rest of his apartment, but when she heard footsteps coming close, she warned, “just so you know, i’m here, in case you’re naked or anything!” the younger baek shielded her eyes behind her hand in preparation and turned to face the noise, which she could only assume was her big brother. “hi. i let myself in. because i missed you.” she waved a yogurt at him. “and i’m hungry.” 

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SHILOH: sorry. didn't feel good. hope u had fun though.

TAEMIN: not entirely sure i believe that, but okay.

TAEMIN: we're all worried about you, shiloh.

TAEMIN: you didn't answer me, though.. can i come over later? i haven't seen you in forever. please, dude.

TAEMIN: since i couldn't see you at lunch...

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TAEMIN: hey...

TAEMIN: is everything okay?

TAEMIN: i'm truly worried about you and i just wanted you to come to lunch with us.

TAEMIN: can i come over later? i'll bring some blankets, food and movies?

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“caused all of what, man? nah. haneul… you didn’t cause anything. i caused it, all the fuckery.” tyler plucked a leaf from the ground, ripping it between his fingers as he attempted to articulate himself. “i didn’t… realize what shiloh and i were doing. i mean, i knew… what i was doing. getting mad, trying to make him mad, whatever the fuck else…” he sighed as he considered his past immature actions, rolling his eyes at the thought of how ridiculous he had been. “but i guess what i didn’t realize was how we were pulling you guys into our shit. and that was… selfish. and shitty. and i don’t see my friendships as pawns to hold over people. and i hope you don’t think i feel that way.” he glanced over at the other, swallowing hard before murmuring, “i’m gonna be honest, i was… shocked. when you sent that picture. i didn’t… i didn’t know you guys… uh. knew. about it.” tyler let out a soft chuckle, feeling his cheeks burn at his own admittance; even if he wasn’t being explicit about what they knew about, it still made him feel on-edge to admit there was something going on between him and shiloh. “pretty fucking dumb of me, right? like, we were pretty obvious…” he halted, shaking his head in embarrassment as he remembered all the times him and shiloh had gotten jealous only for haneul or hanjae to mediate things. “but i’m not mad at you for it. i didn’t want you to do it at the time, but it was bound to happen. if not like that, than another way. and i understand why you did it. i mean… enough is enough. time for us to grow up.” tyler looked forward, a haze cast over his eyes as he shook his head. “but i didn’t come here to talk about shiloh and i.” tyler turned to haneul again, wanting to seem as genuine as possible; he needed haneul to know how much this meant to him. “i just wanted to say i’m sorry. for bringing you, and all the other guys, down… it was fucking shitty of me, involving you in all that shit. and when you said in the chat about protecting our feelings, i…” tyler trailed off, feeling his eyes prick with tears; he waited a second for the feeling to pass. he continued, but not without a crack in his voice. “it means a lot to me. i didn’t realize it then, but you and han, trying to keep things civil, trying to protect us, keeping things quiet when you could’ve told us to get over it months ago… when all i was doing was being a fucking shitty person. an oblivious, shitty friend.” tyler sniffed and glanced down at his fingers, which were fiddling nervously with the edge of his hoodie. “so, uh. yeah. i love you, man. you’re like my brother. and, uh… i want us to be good. but i understand if… you know.” he couldn’t bring himself to say the words; imagining haneul leaving his life was painful enough. 

"it is my fault, tyler, it truly is..i should have just kept my mouth shut. that wasn't my business to throw out there and we both know it. but i couldn't be fucking bothered, instead i threw you and shiloh both under the bus." haneul breathed out, feeling another tear stain his cheek as he quickly tried to rid himself of it. "i get that, we've all had those streaks and honestly, i can't hold that against you, dude.. i really can't. people who care about other people tend to do some pretty stupid shit sometimes." the male replied, shrugging his shoulders lightly before a small and almost silent chuckle fell from his lips. "again, people do stupid shit when they're in- it doesn't matter anymore. you didn't do it on purpose and we all knew that. we didn't judge you for it and sure as hell didn't hold it against you. i like spending time with you, tyler, i do.. i just didn't want to be the person who was under the spotlight all the time, you know? i'm not mad that you did it, not at all.. i just-" a huff of breath cuts haneul's words short, nodding his head. "no offense, but you were pretty shit at hiding any of it from everyone else... and i do mean pretty fucking shit at it. i figured it out pretty quickly, but knew it wasn't my place to say anything. too bad my dumb ass couldn't continue to keep that frame of mind." haneul continued, running a hand through his hair with a sigh. how'd they even gotten here in the first place? all because haneul couldn't keep his mouth shut. "overly obvious, dude." this time, there was a real laugh that fell from his lips. "i was just trying to keep you safe, ty.. and i fucked that up. i broke your trust, i should have asked.. i shouldn't have- fuck i shouldn't have." he sighed, a frown noticeable on his features before he turned his body towards tyler entirely. "shut the fuck up, right now." haneul said, placing his hand on the other's shoulder, rolling his eyes lightly. "you didn't bring me or anyone else down. don't you dare let yourself think some dumb shit like that. we just don't want to see you upset.. we just- all of us just want you to be happy, tyler. we hated sitting there, watching you guys try to rip each other apart all because you wanted each other to be jealous of one another... it was the worst feeling in the world." his words were met with yet another tear falling down his cheek, this time he didn't even bother to try and hide it. "you weren't being a shitty person, and you sure as fuck weren't being a shitty friend. you were doing what you thought was best and honestly? none of us blame you, none of us are mad at you ty, we just didn't want to sit back and watch you destroy yourself over this. that goes for you and shiloh both. we care about you guys, more so than we probably show but hey, we do fucking care." his words were quiet, soft even as he gave the other a small smile. "you think you being a dumbass once is really gonna be the thing that drives me away from you? think again, idiot. you're not getting rid of me that easily. in fact, you won't be getting rid of me at all. nothing you do is gonna make me leave. you're family, man. family stays together, even when they do some dumb shit." he teased, nudging the other with his shoulder lightly before a grin pulled on the corner of his lips. "i mean it, ty. i care about you. i couldn't imagine life without you around."

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“it means you’re crushing my lungs.” he huffed, unable to stop his smile from growing wider. han could never keep a straight face around his friends, especially taemin. where the other liked to put up his grumpy and annoyed front, han would burst out laughing if someone so much as made a funny face. “i’m not playing dumb, you have to remind me. what was i talking about, tae? a certain bambi perhaps.” at this point, han really is digging his own grave, but what kind of friend would he be if he didn’t have a field day over how taemin acted around kyu. granted he was high but still. “stop yelling!” he hissed, unable to stop the giggles that followed right after. “excuse me? what are you trying to say, huh? i’m the most innocent out all you assholes thank you very much.” and with that, han had pinned taemin down, straddling his lap to make sure the other wouldn’t budge. “yeah and? admit it, i’m one of the prettiest motherfuckers you have ever seen in your life. why do you think we’re friends?” taemin’s facial expression changing as quickly as he had flipped them over made him laugh, knowing he’s got him exactly where he wants him. “what? i’m going to die anyway, might as well take you down with me.” there was a pause where han just raised his eyebrows, almost made it feel like he asked for taemin’s last words and before the other could react or do anything to prevent han from doing what he’s about to do, he started tickling him in the exact spot he definitely remembers as the worst. “not so tough now, huh? that’ll fucking teach you to not underestimate me!” 

"you act like you're gonna need those after i'm done kicking your ass." taemin replied, rolling his eyes in faux-annoyance before a small grin of his own snuck up on his features. it was extremely hard to pretend to be angry when he hadn't been for hours. "jesus fucking christ, you really are dull, you know that right? i was fucking high, like higher than i had ever been and you told me to behave so that's what i did... or at least that's what i did for a little while. might have blown that to hell the second i was alone with him but who gives a fuck?" he huffed out, shaking his head lightly. "i'll do what i want!" he chuckled, letting his voice raise once more, this time it wasn't loud enough for the others to hear, though. "are you fucking shitting me right now han?!" taemin retorted, his brows raising at the other in disbelief, pouting slightly when the other had him pinned and unable to move. that was not a position he wanted to be in, especially not with han knowing that he was ticklish. "you're mediocre at best, fuckin' ego whore." the older teased, unable to stop the laugh that fell from his lips in the process. however his features continued to descend into unprepared ones, hating that he'd somehow managed to tell hanjae about the fact he was ticklish and had been ever since he was little. "i swear to god, i'm literally going to murder you! this is unfair!" taemin pouted, trying to get his hands back from han so he could cross his arms. however, that only lasted for a fraction of a second as the others hand started tickling his skin, a burst of laughter that was rarely heard from taemin filling the room with ease as he tried to wiggle out of the other's grasp. "you're the worst!" the male choked out between laughs, trying his hardest to get away from the other but failing miserably. "get off of me you miserable oaf!!"

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in all honesty? most of their hook ups happened whenever haneul was drunk, pissed or high and needed someone he knew would cave under his touch but not break entirely. jeongmin was one of the very few people he'd been able to find that did just that. just enough sass to switch haneul's mood but still semi-malleable under his touch after a certain amount of time. "oh, trust me... you'll remember it vividly months down the road." haneul hummed against the others skin, a smirk pulling on his lips as he heard the gasp leave the other and how his sentence got cut short. haneul was winning, and he knew it, even if jeongmin didn't want to show it or admit it.. which was okay with the other because that was all apart of the fun. after marking the other's neck in a way he found satisfactory, he gave one last bite to the other's jaw, tempted to leave a mark there too, knowing the other would have a harder time covering that up than the ones on his neck, but he didn't. deciding that maybe, just maybe he'd go back to that spot later on, depending on his mood. "lost my touch?" it comes out as more of a growl than anything, the one hands that'd ripped the others shirt off finding it's way to jeongmin's jaw, loosely gripping at the flesh as a wicked grin graced his features for a fraction of a second. "i wouldn't try me today, min.. i'm in quite the mood to make you unable to walk out of this studio for a while.. and well, that'd make people talk, wouldn't it?" he smirked, letting the other pull him even closer to him as his free hand snaked around jeongmin's knee, pulling it around his waist without a second thought. however, the other decided to be cheeky and grind his hips against haneul's and that caused an entirely unexpected groan to fall from his lips, haneul's own hips meeting jeongmin's with ease before he pulled away slightly. "for someone who didn't miss me, you sure are eager."

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“oh?” han’s eyebrows rose up in question, a smile pulling at both corner’s of his mouth as his hands found misun’s waist. pulling her closer to him, he ducked his head down, nose barely brushing against her cheek as he nipped at her skin right below her jaw. “maybe we should have redo,” his voice was low, only for them to hear despite the empty room, “for scientific reasons of course.” and just as quickly as he pulled her close he pulled away. almost as if nothing had happened, instead nodding along to what she had say. “what if you became cl’s backup dancer though? would you introduce me?” he joked simply to maybe get a rise out of her and because, well, what could he say? somehow he feels that if he says he believes in her (and he does), it feels like it’s crossing some sort of line. then again he’s sure they’ve crossed a couple lines already and can’t seem to find a way to stop. so what’s a little encouragement? “who needs cl anyway when yang misun exists?” han shrugged, making it seem off-hand, casual almost. “wait – are you serious? only a banana?” the casualness han tried to play off was gone, concern taking his over his features as he raised his wrist to check the time, eyebrows furrowing further as he noted the exact time. “misun,” he began with  sigh as she dragged him further in, still looking at his watch, “that shit’s not good for you.” but who was he to say no to her? all he could do was allow himself to sit on the floor, cross-legged with his hand resting on his cheek and a pout on his face. “okay just one more time and i’ll buy. but if you practice twice then you’re buying for the both of us. deal?”

god, it was scary how safe she felt the second she was in his arms.. it was as nothing else in the world mattered and she didn't have to worry about anything because he was there and that was all she really needed to get by. not to mention the way her heart fluttered at his touch, his voice, his everything. "hmm, maybe we should..." she hummed, fingers lacing into the hair on the nape of his neck with a content sigh, but that didn't last long because before she could settle in, he was pulling away and she felt her heart pull with it. "shut the fuck up, asshole." misun replied, shoving his shoulder lightly as a pout formed on her features. one she used to try and cover up the jealousy that she actually felt bubbling up inside of her. "oh please, i'll never be anything like her. she's got it all and i- you know what, no, you're right." she continued, brushing her hair out of her face before she felt her brows knit together at the concern she saw on his face, her heart instantly speeding up and her mind wanting to do nothing more than comfort him and tell him she was okay. "yeah.. its fine, han- baby.. please. i'm okay, i promise. i do know my own limits." she tries to comfort him, a soft smile pulling on her lips as she watched him take a seat on the floor. why did she instantly feel the need to stop practicing and just be with him.. she knew she couldn't do that. she had to practice, she couldn't fuck this up. yet her feet were dragging her towards him and before she knew it, she was sitting in his lap, arms wrapped around his neck. "on second thought, i'll practice later. i couldn't just leave you sitting here, pouting like a child, could i?" she teased, placing a few kisses to his jaw with a grin. "looks like you're buying us both food."

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roulctte:

haneul hadn’t yet texted tyler like he’d promised; nonetheless, tyler would recognize that face anywhere, and seeing haneul in the quad from his window seemed as good an invite as any. tyler was sick of hiding away in his room, and he was sick of hiding away from his friends, people who meant more to him than they probably realized. and although tyler probably hadn’t shown it well recently, haneul was high on that list of people, and it was killing him that they weren’t talking; more importantly, it was killing tyler that he’d messed up things between them. he pulled on a hoodie and clambered down the stairs, taking deep breaths as he made his way towards the other. his heart beat faster with each step that brought him closer to haneul, and his mind was reeling a mile a minute as he tried to think of what to say. as he approached, he opened his mouth to speak, only for haneul to beat him to it, sounding… somber, something tyler rarely heard from him despite their closeness. his footsteps slowed and he stood in front of him before clearing his throat. “hey, man,” he murmured as he itched the back of his neck, a dumb nervous habit of his that he’d picked up when it came to emotional talks. he leant haneul a soft smile, standing quietly for a few moments before taking a seat next to him. tyler didn’t miss the pain in haneul’s eyes; it sent a pang to his heart, and he couldn’t help but feel his own throat start to close up. he sat next to haneul, hands in his pockets, a fragile silence settling around them as tyler mulled over his thoughts. “i don’t want anything from you,” he mumbled gently, kicking a stray pebble in front of his left foot. “except for maybe… for you to be okay. for us to be okay.” tyler heard the waver in his voice and he sniffed, rubbing his nose with the arm of his hoodie, pausing for a few seconds so he could regain composure before continuing. “and i, uh… we can talk later, tomorrow, if you want, but i… you don’t even have to say anything, if we talk now. i just… if you can, stick around? i know— i know i don’t deserve it, but… hear me out?” he waited with baited breath for haneul to respond, hoping he’d give tyler a chance to apologize.

he'd tried to text tyler, pulled out his phone and brought up the text conversation from the previous night but couldn't bring himself to let the other know he was back yet. mostly because he'd had time to reflect on his actions and the way he'd treated his own friends within the last few days and honestly? he hated the person he saw in the mirror when he woke up that morning. how could someone be so fucking selfish? to throw someone he truly cared about under the bus like it was nothing? he did. he fucked tyler and shiloh both over so bad that he was sure he'd lost them both. that's why he was crying, honestly. he'd lost two people that both meant the world to him and every single bit of it had been his own damn fault and now there was no way to take it all back, no way to fix it. or so he thought. however those thoughts that had invaded his mind for days were cut short by the sound a familiar voice, his head snapping towards tyler's direction as he quickly tried to remove the tears that had fallen onto his cheeks with the sleeve of his jacket. "oh shit- uh, hey." haneul replied, giving the other a very small smile as a silent sigh of relief passed through his lips. at least tyler didn't hate him enough to not see him at all.. but haneul still hadn't texted the other and he instantly felt guilty about it. "i- should have texted you, fuck.. i'm- i was just.. i couldn't go back up there yet." he spoke, his tone sincere and honest. who was this person? usually he was so upbeat, let his feelings bottle up inside and never let anyone know he was struggling and yet there he was, his voice cracking, eyes watery and tear stained cheeks. "no that's not- i didn't know it was you. thought it was some rando wanting something unimportant." the male explained, turning slightly on the bench so that he was fully facing tyler, who'd just sat down next to him. "i'm the one who fucked everything up... but you want us to be okay?" he asked, mind not quite wrapping around the full situation. that's all haneul wanted too, and he was sure the look on his face conveyed that far better than any words he could say at the moment. especially after hearing the other's voice wavered ever-so-slightly. god, he felt so guilty.. felt like a complete asshole and yet there tyler sat, saying that he didn't deserve to be heard. that made it even worse on haneul, if he were to be honest, feeling his heart shatter into a thousand pieces all over again. what did tyler have to be sorry for? nothing, not that haneul could think of. he should be the one apologizing, not tyler. all of this had happened because of him. "i-" a sigh passed through haneul's lips as he ran a hand through his hair, trying to figure out just how to make the words come out right. "of course we can talk, i told you that when you texted me.. but tyler-" the male started, voice cracking slightly. "it's not you who should be explaining yourself. it should be me.. i caused all of this, all of this is my fucking fault."

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haneul 💍🤵🏽💦 ⇢ han 👨‍❤️‍👨💞🍆

hanjae: shit man, that was ages ago..

hanjae: bring me back a beer and my lips are sealed. honestly though, don't worry about it. i won't tell anyone.

hanjae: are you joking? haneul you can be so dense man, tyler fucking loves you. listen what happened, happened. it's done, shit's in the past. it's up to them now to figure out their issues, all we can do is support them.

hanjae: besides, tyler can't even kill a fucking fly, have you seen his noodle arms?

hanjae: shiloh has no reason to hate you. he's calmed down, he's even back in the chat. i spoke to him and i think tae did too.

hanjae: okay man. take your time? i miss you. miss all of you actually.

haneul: yeah believe me i know... its been worth it though. needed the time away.

haneul: what kind do you want? there's a thousand here. we've gotta come back for beerfest one year.

haneul: just because he did then doesn't mean he still feels the same way. i hurt him, dude. i know i did. i hurt him and shiloh both and it was because my selfish ass didn't want to be in the middle of their emotional constipation anymore. like how fucked up is that?

haneul: i fucked over my own FRIEND because i wanted to be selfish. all of you should hate me for that.

haneul: i'll be back within the day or so.. the dean wouldn't let me leave without giving me a date to come back.

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lucozdes:

“how fucking thoughtful of you.” jeongmin muttered under his breath, his tone nothing short of teasing. he figured that from their previous rendezvous haneul would already know how to be around him; for starters they usually cut to the chase. however, jeongmin knows that even working him up with little off-handed comments was bound to make their time a little better than what he already knew it was going to be. “oh, i definitely would love to see you try.” he said, his fingers moving along the fabric of haneul’s shirt, popping the buttons off one by one. this was a challenge he know he’s bound to lose, if his words and tension radiating off his body is anything to go by. he must’ve had a really shit day if he called him out of nowhere, but it’s not like jeongmin wasn’t happy to help. pressing his tongue against his cheek to hide the smirk he felt coming, he tried not to show just how much he’s anticipating having haneul’s hands and mouth all over him – more than he already is. “the fact that you haven’t done anything is really starting to feel like you’re all bark and no bite,” he sighed, trying not to feel too disappointed when haneul pulled away. he locked eyes with him, mimicking his eyebrow raise and stopping at the very last button of his shirt, wanting nothing but to push it off his shoulders the moment he finally fucking did something. refusing to be the one to give in and shut him up already. “do you want me to miss you, haneul?” he asked, dragging his tongue against his bottom lip. “or do you want to stop talking already and do what you came here for?”

"a new one for me, right?" the male replied, a chuckle falling from his lips in the process. he knew the things that jeongmin liked, he'd learned that fast.. but he was in a mood, one that wouldn't rest until his ego was fulfilled. why? he wasn't sure... probably had to do with the tense day he was having or maybe it was the fact he felt like he needed to be completely in control of this situation because it was currently the only thing he could control in his life. "try? oh min, you must have forgotten about me entirely." was all that haneul said before his hands moved from the other's waist, yanking at the other's shirt so hard that he could hear the buttons crash onto the wood flooring beneath their feet. if there was one thing that everyone on campus knew about haneul, it was that he hated having to back down from a challenge and that he hated losing even more. and it seemed that jeongmin knew this and knew just what to say to set him off, a low growl escaping his throat before he could even realize it'd formed. "enough." he snapped, pulling back only to fully remove the others shirt so that he had better access to every inch of jeongmin's skin that had newly been exposed. and within a half a second he had the other pinned to the wall once more, but his lips were traveling down the other's jaw, down to his neck where he stilled for a moment. there he took his time, nipping and sucking at various spots on jeongmin's neck, stopping only when he was certain his marks would stay on the other's skin for days, maybe even a week. "since when did you get so fucking sassy with me?" haneul asked, his tone dark and almost unimpressed as he found himself pressing his body against the others as tightly as the space between them would allow. "i remembered you having a mouth on you, just not in this context." he teased, lightly before crashing his lips against the others, shrugging his shoulders lightly so that his shirt fell from them.

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lucozdes:

han chuckled quietly to himself when he saw misun startle, but how else was he going to grab her attention? “are we still going to bring that up? i thought i made it up to you, i mean if i remember correctly it seemed like it…” he teased, his stomach doing a tiny flip when she kissed his cheek. he wanted to pull her back in for an actual kiss, but as she began talking he decided against it. humming a long instead to let he know that he’s listening. especially because he knows exactly how she feels. both of them being performance majors and all, he understands the stress that comes with it. “it’s fine, misun, i’m not your keeper,” he softly replied, looking around the empty studio. morning had beena while ago, they were very well diving into the late afternoon hours. “this must be important if you’ve been here all day,” he said, eyes falling back on her. “have you even eaten yet? food solves just about everything you know.” there was a lingering offer there, hanjae wants to spend time with her. there was something about the night they spent together that pulled at him to see her today; perhaps food was his was of saying thank you. she didn’t ask him any questions that night, instead did what she could to distract him and frankly, it worked. he feels a little better than he did before. “i’m no dancer but i’m pretty sure you need nutrition if you don’t want to pass out from overworking yourself.”

his comment caused a smirk to pull on the corners of her lips, one that she tried desperately to hide because it was ruining the 'innocent' act she was trying to play. "i'm not sure i know what you're talking about, han. might need a refresher here soon... for science purposes, of course." she teased right back, poking him in the side gently before shrugging her shoulders. she wasn't mad at him about that anymore... nor could she ever stay mad at him. "hmm, no, i suppose you're not." her words came out as a sarcastic hum, yet there was a tiny part of her heart that ached over that statement. he wasn't her keeper, he wasn't her protector.. hell, he wasn't hers at all... so why did that hurt? "lets just say it'll decide if i'm going to get a decent dancing job or if i'll be stuck as someone's back-up dancer for the rest of my life.. so yeah, important." misun replied, sighing lightly as she tried to let her muscles relax some. "have i- shit.. no i don't think i have actually. or maybe i had a banana or something this morning.. i can't remember." she cringed, giving him a small raise of her brow. it was an offer that she couldn't really refuse, seeing that she just wanted to spend time with him, but wait... was he offering to get something to eat with her? in public? that thought alone made her heart start beating faster than it usually did as she pulled him towards the edge of the studio by his hand, a grateful look forming on her features as she stopped to look up at him. "i don't know if you're offering, or just asking me, but either way.. just let me practice one more time and then i'll either find something to eat or you'll be buying me food, deal?" she asked, begrudingly letting go of his hand as she gestured towards the ground. "it'll only take ten minutes, i promise."

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❝ ✦ ◜closed starter◞ — @roulctte

the past week had been... well, stressful, to say the least. he'd been testy for days on end and couldn't figure out why the drugs or alcohol that he usually numbed himself weren't seeming to have an effect on him whatsoever this week. that irritated him more than anything else, honestly.. but then he'd woken up in a horrible mood and just so happened to peek in on the group chat and saw things getting out of hand and him, being the person he was, made the situation even worse. he'd leaked some personal information about his best friend to the rest of his friends and he hadn't regretted it at first. thought that maybe it'd wake up the other or something like that. truly he didn't know what his intention was whenever he posted the picture, but he'd done it.. he couldn't take it back and now he was certain everyone hated him because of it. so he did what seo haneul was best at, he ran. packed up a suitcase and was on his way to germany that very night. but now the allotted days he was given by the dean were up and he knew he had to go back, but could he truly face the people he'd hurt? could he look both of them in the eye and realize just how horrible his actions had been? he wasn't sure, and he wasn't ready to find out. that was why he was sitting in the quad, suitcase next to him as he stared up at the dorms, tears pooling in the corners of his eyes. why was he sitting by himself in the quad, crying towards the sky? to try and prepare himself for the hell that possibly awaited him on the other side of those doors. to let it go before he'd have to pull himself together and be the haneul every knew. however, he could hear footsteps approaching and without even turning to look and see who it was, haneul decided to speak. "if  you're wanting something from me... now's really not the time." his words were low, quiet even, considering they came from him as he let out a sigh. he'd fucked up.. and there was no way of taking all of that back. "seriously... now is not the time. i'll be fine tomorrow just- meet me then ok?"