#i'm sorry jiwon is so disgustingly in love :/ he makes me sick

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@mconlight:

( from here! )

it started as a joke, okay?

and like, yeah, haneul was being dramatic, but what else was he supposed to do! they'd been going through haneul's online dating profiles (plural.) for what seemed like hours— moving from haneul's couch to the coffee table to the floor with increasing frustration (from haneul) that nothing was working out quite right. he'll be honest and say that his standards are high, but how's he supposed to find the potential love of his life when no one he's spoken with knows the difference between a glitter eyeshadow and a shimmer? it's not meant to be!

so haneul fell to the floor, phone in hand, with a loud wail of, "i give up!" and the full intention of deleting every profile he's ever made.

and, totally no offense to jiwon or anything, but that man moves a lot faster than haneul would've expected. he's on him in an instant, working to rip his phone from his hands before haneul does something he regrets (call an ex or something— who knows what he's capable of in times of distress). but he has his dead weight on haneul directly, leaving him a wiggly noodle underneath jiwon's body as he fights and struggles (and inevitably fails) to keep his phone to himself.

"you fuckin'— jiwonyoufuckin'lunchboxletmegiveup!”

a romantic at his core, jiwon believes in all forms of love. perhaps he’s a bit foolish, as well as a bit biased, considering only six months ago he realised it was not typical to make out exclusively with his best friend since childhood. nevertheless, he loves love. it doesn’t have to be dramatic or life-altering. it doesn’t even have to last very long. it just has to be real. love can exist in the late-night embraces between close friends, between smiles shared by strangers, and beneath the stern reprimand of a seasoned mentor. love exists everywhere, even in the binary backbone of a dating app designed to match people based on photos of their pets.

“i will never let you give up!” jiwon shrieks for all the neighbours to hear. sat on the sofa, kofi breathes out a long-suffering whine and burrows further into the blanket jiwon brought from home. they’re supposed to be filming a video where kofi picks their makeup, but somewhere along the way they’d derailed into a full-on wrestling match for haneul’s phone and love life. it’s just not fair that haneul doesn’t have someone to curl up with every night, to kiss the tip of his silly nose, and to make him feel like the most precious, beloved being on the face of the planet because that, at least, is what love does for jiwon. (definitely a bit biased.)

“the love of your life is out there, and you want to give up? fuck no! now stop hitting— i said stop! quit being such a baby and put on your big boy thong. it’s time to find your true love!”