It's easier to say we're just friends Our generation made us that way The type of friends who fuck But when they fall in love they're too afraid to say
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Ashton Kim visuals
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The coffee shop had become Ashton’s home away from home. If he wasn’t a school or home with Malachi and Korain, he could be found most likely messing up a latte. It baffled him that he hadn’t been fired yet. Maybe they were soft on jim because he was trying his hardest to get better. He stood at the espresso machine, working on a caramel macchiato. “Is that two shots of espresso and then foam or steamed milk?” He asked himself, wanted to get it right without checking the recipe cards. “Shoot.” He hissed as the mug burned him. “How did it get so hot?” He whined, knowing he probably looked and sounded like a child. “I promise that I’ll be with you in just a moment. I’m still new and these drinks are harder than I thought.” He rambled on to the next customer in line. He fumbled but eventually got the drink right. “Sorry, for the wait. What’s your name and what can I get for you?”
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“what do you remember most from your childhood?”
“When I think about my childhood, I think about Ashley. We were inseparable until she got sick. I mean, we were twins. We’d shared everything ever since the womb. I remember we’d both draw together and see who could have the most drawings on the refrigerator. She won. I was never an artist. I think she would have studied art though. She was a sidewalk chalk wizard. I swear! But when she started getting really sick, it put a strain on everyone and if it weren’t for Malachi, I probably would have been really lonely, after she died. I really miss her.”
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Where do you go when you want to be alone?
I usually go for a walk. a bonus points if it’s raining!
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54. Have you ever had your heart broken? / 69. Who do you consider to be your family?
54) That’s a trick question. I’ve never dated anyone but my heart breaks just about everyday. The person that I love has no idea how I feel.
69) My parents, Malachi and Korain.
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“What do you think love is like?”
“Love? Well, I think it’s something like if you’re without them, it physically hurts. It’s like when your favorite part of a song comes on and you turn it up just a little bit louder. It’s being wrapped in a blanket on a chilly night. It’s looking at them and feeling like the world has stopped because there couldn’t possibly be anyone that beautiful in this world. It’s looking at your best friend and knowing there’s nobody else in the world who could make your heart flutter like they do. But most of all, Love really freaking hurts.”
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Hi! I’m Snoh she/her and this is my #softboy Ashton. He is the only child of a wealthy family, but it wasn’t always that way. You can usually find him buried in a book with a cafe au lait by his side, if he isn’t at school or working. He’s never uttered a swear word in his life and has always believed in the proverb “do unto others as you want others to do unto you.” He prides himself in being kind…although he is quite naive. Below the cut is a little bit about him!
Ashton is nineteen years old and his family’s pride a joy.
He was once a twin but his twin sister was a sickly child and passed soon after their 12th birthday.
His sister’s death is the main reason why he chooses to live his life being kind and helping others. You never know what people are struggling with.
Ashton graduated top of his class and is now in school to be a pediatrician.
Chose to study in Korea in order to get in touch with his culture.
Hopelessly in love with his best friend but way too afraid to admit it.
He likes to daydream that he and his best friend are raising his son as a family.
Is a shy baby and will blush before he even says hi.
Has never even killed a fly.
This boy is too pure. Although he does have some dirty thoughts about said bff.
He works as a barista and is honestly not that good at it but he’s learning and he is determined to make employee of the month.
He loves vinyls and plants. #plantdad
Has a kitten name Gizmo.
Can cook but can’t bake to save his life.
Wants all the friends.
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sohjisu:
his shoulders sagged, as his body absorbed all his emotions, sucking in all the energy and pressing it into reddened cheeks and snotty noses, and a piercing headache that had began at his temples. a horse string of words left jisu’s lips as he sniffed the mucus away, licking his salty lips. he refused to meet his gaze, he felt weak telling him the truth, he felt heavy and disgusting, as if he was going to throw up bile all over the ground in front of him. “i called you selfish because you saying that is taking away the only thing that i had left to feel what i felt again.”
“And you don’t see how saying if we aren’t intimate it’s me calling it quits is selfish of you? Fuck, Jisu. I want you. I told you on the first day that I still loved you. What more do you fucking want from me? I can’t keep sleeping with you and holding you and kissing you and then not having you. I could stay the night and then I’d still have to go home, Su. What don’t you get? That doesn’t break your heart? Cause it’s breaking mine. And I’m trying so hard to explain to you that I can’t keep sleeping with you knowing that we can’t have more.”
He groaned and took a deep breath. “If sex is the only thing that makes you feel what we used to have then what is that saying? Us just spending time isn’t enough for you? And it’s not my fault that you haven’t been able to really change. I got help because I almost fucking died. I was out of options. I needed to change or else i wouldn’t be alive to even have this argument with you.” He looked over the smaller man and shook his head.
“Maybe it was a mistake to do any of this again. We weren’t ready to handle all the feelings that come along with it. If being friends isn’t enough then maybe we just keep our distance until we can handle being around each other.” He shot Jisu one last look at headed for the door. “Sorry, I can’t give you want you want.” Silently, he opened the door and left his ex on the rooftop.
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hjinae:
for the record ft. @parkjunsuu
one of the few things jinae had brought with her from the uk was her vinyl collection. she even hand-built shelves in each dorm she moved to in order to store them in her little room. there was something almost ceremonial about having a self care night that always began with the careful selection of a few albums to play on her old record player.
she’d discovered junsu’s shop a couple months before and initially she’d loved everything about it. not only was the selection diverse and carefully curated, but the owner was someone she’d enjoyed talking to. he was very different from her and, is it always seemed to, that made her extremely curious. she’d been even more delighted when she’d learned he spoke english.
but the sweetness quickly turned bitter when she came to the realization that park junsu was the junsu her friend had told her about, the one who’d left him in pieces years ago. something unforgivable.
she still needed her music, though, and his shop was without question her best option without having to venture outside of the neighborhood. so, despite the animosity that now existed between them, once a week she went to pick up something new.
she barely spared junsu a glance when she stepped inside, instead her eyes quickly moved to the new releases shelf at the front.
“anything good come out?” she asked, her back to him.
Junsu was going crazy at home and his shop felt like the only place that he could go to get some air. He’d just gotten some pretty good albums and opted to display them himself. He just loved the feel of a new record between his fingers. His bliss was short lived when he heard the voice of a customer that was once one of his favorites. “If it wasn’t I wouldn’t stock it.” He shot back, annoyance clear in his voice.
She was Jisu’s friend and convinced that he still lived his life as he did two years ago. But it wasn’t really something he cared to fight her on. They weren’t actually friends. So, her opinion of him was more annoying than anything else. But at the end of the day, she was still a paying customer.
“Check the last bin on your left. I’m sure you’ll find something in there. Thank me later.” He placed the last record in place and stepped behind the counter, sending the cashier on a lunch break. “The bin next to it has some good classics too.” He added in, as he began to straighten up the cashier's counter.
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sohjisu:
he didn’t mean that, not in the slightest, but who did junsu think he was to hurt him all over again?
“and here i am, sitting here, still forgiving you, still loving you and you get to tell me what’s too much? how is that fair?
“I feel like you’re misinterpreting everything I’m saying or maybe I’m just explaining myself wrong. I only said we should just be friends because neither one of us can handle being back together and i know that, for me, I know that if we keep doing this, I’m going to want you in every fucking way that I can have you.” He wants so badly to wrap him in his arms and wipe his tears but had he earned that right? “And I’m better! Fuck! But you keep bringing up my past and I know I fucked up. We both know that I did but I’m not that person anymore. Cant you just let me move past that?” He begged, face soaked with tears.
“I don’t want that to be brought up every time that we argue. It’s not fucking fair because you weren’t perfect either but you got away and changed your life and I’m so fucking happy for you. But I’m not going to throw it at you if you hurt my feelings.” Sighing, Junsu grabs his jacket from the couch that they’d been sitting on. “And don’t forget that I gave you all of me too. It was one hundred percent for me too. We were both all in. It was never just fifty fifty.” Shrugging his jacket on. “You don’t have to accept my I love you’d or anything else from me, honestly. Just, stop making it seem like I’m being selfish. You made it really fucking clear that you’re fine with just keeping things as is. I say we shouldn’t fuck and suddenly I’m selfish and you’re throughout my addiction in my face. I just...I don’t need this, right now. If you don’t want to be friends, fine. But I’m not okay with just hanging out and fucking you.”
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sohjisu:
“why do you do that do me?” he asked him, tilting his head to the side, tone soft and…empty. “why must you fill me with so much warmth just to take it away? why are you such a coward junsu?” the tears brimming in his eyes came slow, rippling through his ducts like a docile canal, falling violently down his cheeks like the falls they ran into.
he never stayed. not once since they saw each other again. each morning left jisu to an empty king bed and a heavy heart, racking his brain on what he had done so bad to be punished like this. to be given back the first man he truly loved, but only partially.
“To you?” Junsu scoffed, removing Jisu from his lap, he stands, hands pulling at his hair, reminiscent to the night that they’d broke up. Only difference is that he wasn’t coked out of his mind and hallucinating. “I can’t stay with you, tonight. Not tomorrow night. I just can’t fucking do it.” He yelled. “It’s not...I can’t stay the night and wake up in bed with you like everything is okay.” His own eyes began to sting with tears. “We can’t keep doing this to each other. We fuck and we act like we’re okay but are we, Su?” He lets out a yell of frustration, not wanting the night to go this route. “You can’t just keep calling me Soobear and thinking it’s not going to affect me.”
He paced as he tried to calm himself down before turning to face his ex. “You can’t ask me to stay if you aren’t prepared for the aftereffects. Neither one of us are ready for what that entails.” Stepping closer to Jisu he tilts his head. “Are we?” He questioned. Junsu stepped away again, needing some distance between the two of them. “Maybe we need to focus on being friends? This is something we rushed back into and there’s too many feelings left for us to just act as if we’re just friends with benefits.” The elder sighed. “I know I can’t. I have people I’m sleeping with but I don’y love them. This.” He motions between the two of them. “It’s too much.”
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pyreblooms:
𝐚𝐧 𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 / @parkjunsuu
the ambiance of the coffee shop, its homey aroma, draws his soul in with unspoken words of comfort and tranquility. there’s a swirl of aromatic dreams, a few infiltrating his nostrils, enticing him to order. there are many things lingering on the menu he’s never tried before. never a stickler for one drink when the seasons change up the board. he glances at each limited edition item with curiosity, then decides on a brew after much pondering with a pronunciation that dances with interest on his tongue.
a cafe con miel in the mug in his hand, he carries it over with care to his chair, making sure not to slosh any of the fiery liquid over to the side. or worse, onto his rare set of nice clothes he uses for specific data collection days. his conversation partner sits across, having found the seat in the first place after ordering before minkyu. he flashes the other male a smile, a nod of his head towards the drink in junsu’s grasp. ❛ what’d you get ? ❜
he takes a small sip of his refreshment, the sweetness and spice permeating his senses. it’s delicious. there’s a temptation to swallow it all down in a single gulp and scald his throat, but he holds it back. he doesn’t know how long he’ll be here, he’s better off being sparing with his thirst. the ceramic clatters against the brown table as he settles his cup down. ❛ so what have you been up to ? our debriefing at the lab today aside. ❜
Junsu wasn’t normally the type to try new places but Seoul was fairly new to him, in general. Besides, Minkyun would be his company and that was enough to ease a bit of his worry. He’d asked to meet up because he’d been feigning and he needed someone that knew his problems. Someone that he could really confide in. Minkyun had become that person for him which shocked him, to be honest. He’d never been the type to make a friend so quickly but the other calmed him and never made him feel like he was the mess that he truly was.
He tapped his black painted nail against the table top. A chai latte sat beside him; cooling. He always ordered his drinks extra hot, knowing he’d sip slowly. The other man slid into the chair across from him and he offered up a small smile. “A chai latte. It’s pretty good. Wasn’t really feeling coffee, today. I’m a bit too wired already.” Lifting the beautiful crafted ceramic mug to his slightly chapped lips, he swallowed to cooled liquid.
“Honestly, I’m a fucking mess. Excuse my French.” He knew that he swore way too much and it threw a lot of people off. He’d started to make a habit of apologizing, knowing it was a bit much for some. “I hadn’t mentioned it before but my ex, the one that I mentioned, he’s here and he’s a part of the dream shit. We ran into each other about a month about. Some brief catching up ensued and within the hour we were fucking in my bed. I know it wasn’t the best idea and we probably aren’t good for each other but it felt right?” He groaned, slumping into his chair, seemingly deflating with his sanity. “What am I supposed to do? We’ve been sleeping together since we caught up and I can’t help but to feel like it’s both the worst and best idea we have ever come up with. Jisu is this enigma of a man and everything about him excites me and calms me all at once. But what if it’s all a big mistake?”
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sohjisu:
“i don’t care about us being together again. not right now. not to be shitty but that’s the last thing i’m thinking about when you’re standing in front of me. just the simple fact that you’re standing, is enough for me. the younger stared at junsu for a moment, as if actually pondering whether or not he wanted to kiss him. of course he did, from the first moment they kissed he wanted to kiss him. so why was he hesitating now, five years later?
“yes.”
Sure, Junsu had just told Jisu that them being together was definitely not in the cards, in their immediate future but hearing him agree still cause a twinge of pain to ripple throughout his chest. He chose to forget it and replace his thoughts with Jisu’s lips. Every kiss felt like the first and the last. They seemed to move with the fear of never having the chance to do it again. Intense would be a tame way to put it but he honestly couldn’t find the right would to describe it.
Jisu tasted of the bougie blunt they’d shared and something sweet. Maybe strawberry? He couldn’t place it but he wanted more. His hands danced across the dancer’s back before finding purchase in his hair. Deepening the kiss was a mistake. His body reacted in ways that he had willed it not to. Not tonight. Not here blanketed by the Seoul sky. He didn’t want to ruin this moment and turn it into another night that ended in their bodies joining as one with Junsu leaving in the middle of the night. He hated feeling like he was doing the walk of shame. But he knew better than to stay the night. It was far too intimate to wake up beside him, echoes of their past life filling the room. No, he didn’t need that. He couldn’t. He shouldn’t. He did.
Pulling back, lips swollen and slick with saliva. “Maybe I should go?” He whispered. His voice was small. It was almost as if he were begging Jisu to change his mind. He didn’t dare meet his eyes, this time. He knew what he’d do if it did. He’d find a way to end the night curled around the smaller man’s frame as his lashes left butterfly kisses against Jisu’s cheek. He had devoted himself with such astonishing ardor to Jisu that he was scared that he’d never love again. Not like this. And he couldn’t let himself fall back into the feeling of comfort. The feeling that Jisu would always be there because he wasn’t even here, now. Not really. Neither was he.
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Hi, I’m finally home and I’d love to plot with everyone! I have a plots page up but I would love to brainstorm as well!
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sohjisu:
“yeah…you’re in mine. hopefully.” he said softly, pulling his knees to his chest. “sometimes, i’m scared that one of us one make it that far.”
Junsu could sense the shift in the air. ‘the blanket of warmth had wrapped them up was now yanked away, leaving Junsu feeling cold and confused. “We said that we wouldn’t complicate this. No rushing into anything. If we still feel like we need to try again, in a couple of weeks or months, then we explore it. But right now, we shouldn’t. We both know that it would be a mess. It’s just too soon.” Scooting closer, her pulled Jisu onto his lap and held onto him as if he’d disappear, if he let go. “But don’t think that I don’t love you, okay? Cause I do. I really fucking do. I just don’t want to hurt you again. If I’m ever gonna get a second chance, I want it to count. I don’t want it to be rushed. I want to earn your trust back and prove that I’m worth a second chance.”
With his arms wrapped around his ex, he rested his head on Jisu’s chest. “I just want to hold you for a little longer, if that’s okay. Feel free to smack me in the head and I’ll let go.” Jisu always smelled like home, to him. Lifting his head, he stared up at the beauty before him. He didn’t speak a word and he knew that he didn’t need to. They could sit in silence and say everything that they needed to.
“Can I kiss you?” He asked, voice filled with nerves.He had no idea why he was so nervous. They’d shared more kisses than he could count. But it just felt different. It felt like it was something too good to be true. By asking permission, he was being granted access to this forbidden fruit. Was Jisu forbidden? Was that why they’d both failed to tell their families that they’d reconnected? Is that why each meeting was held in shadows or on moonlit rooftops? Was Jisu ashamed to be seen with him? “I just need to be sure that I’m here and not hallucinating all of this.”
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