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"you're bor-" before she even had the chance to repeat it, she feels the cool texture smear across her face. nose scrunching in distaste, fingers pinching a paintbrush of her own before she repeats his same motions. paint landing over his cheek whilst she flashes an innocent grin at the companion. “whoops, hand slipped.”

☉ starter call  – @ximpvlsive

❝ I’m bored. ❞ Jonah yawn as he picked up a paintbrush, wet with paint, and gently dabbed it on the other’s cheek.

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@sredrvm:

█║┊✟ ❝ OCCASIONALLY, MOONSIK WOULD catch a glance at his best friend (a title he would never truly understand, but stuck with for convenience’s sake) and wonder how exactly they worked. Their puzzle pieces were the exact opposite, yet seemingly fit together albeit with a bit of force. Both had a bitter approach towards society and all which inhabited it, but the woman certainly had a heart. This much he knew right off the bat, while he was …well ― himself.

NEVER HAD HE thought about her in such a way, which was odd considering lust tugged at his insides for much lesser humans. She had always presented herself as the untouchable companion, one who’d simply jeer at his spewed sexual comments. Then a time came when they were distant, apart for a length of time and when they came back together the air they shared became different. Rather than spitting viciousness for their greetings, they flirted. What had once been viewed as undesirable began to creep within him, cling to edges formerly unknown.

AND NOW, SHE was here in front of him. Being her typical obnoxious self. He never expected anything to actually happen, because Hana was what he regarded as a damn, dirty tease. But Moonsik had certainly never signed up for this monologue either. With eyebrow cocked condescendingly, he replied in his familiar monotone voice, “First of all. I can’t imagine you being that sexy. I feel like you’re all talk.” Also, he could never imagine her begging, despite the casual invitations she gave him on his birthday a few days prior and how she gave away her unspeakable desire to call a man a certain word.

“BELIEVE ME, IF I really wanted to, you’d be doing all those things and more. But I’m fine with waiting. In the end, I’ll prove to be more patient than you.” A smirk curled upon his lips, utterly satisfied with himself, as he allowed the pad of his thumb to ghost along her jawline. Offering this and nothing more, aside from a semi-inviting stare, he fell back into his regular position relaxing on the couch, as if he had never said anything all along.

there was a feeling of uncertainty when she comes around the area, basking in her own isolation due to not wanting to be around anyone else. when moonsik left, she didn't want to approach people. like a domino effect, people continued to come and go as they pleased. left her in question of what she did wrong the entire time. and it comes acceptance, thinking in a more calmer train of thought when she sits by herself. a daughter hidden within her arms, no one but one person knowing at this point. it's a somewhat pleasant surprise, to see her so-called best friend. labeling him as such isn't common, could barely keep a connection secure without someone complaining about her qualities because she's a "bitch with no heart for anyone." it shows, how well she maintains her emotions without giving to the wrong people. the connection is odd, others would assume otherwise. think of them as forceful friends to those who need to release sexual tension then bask in adoration. but hana is less likely to fall in love with a man who feeds her with words she wanted to hear. what anyone would want to hear, they're all desperate they'd do anything to hear such fake words that has no value. when she's there listening to him and sometimes, even she's unsure what's become a truth and a lie. times changed, distance made her grow a tad bit fonder of moonsik. she doesn't snarl at his words as much as before, going along with the flow with her suggestive comments tossed in between their conversations. since she's a good "best friend," offered to curl her lips around his cock for one day to make him feel good. "you got some nerve," she hissed through gritted teeth, eyes narrowed in disapproval at his choice of words. she's patience herself, can handle it without giving in first. that'd be quite a sight to see, a man crumbling within her touch again. his touch stiffens her up, not apparently used to physical touches with him. a sigh released out of her mouth and she looks over to his position on the couch. "you're more patient than me?" repeating precisely, inching forward with her hand laid across the arm rest. knee sinking into the surface of the cushion, closer and closer she goes. "do i need to remind you — of what you say, the things you do. when it's just you and i in an empty room?" lower and lower, her tone shifts to a whisper. body weight resting over his broad chest, settled on his lap. her fingers are in his hair, tangled and tugged with slight force. "... you're an idiot."

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ok but best friends falling in love with each other will forever be my favorite plots of all time ): here are some that will ruin ur life: 

ur the new kid and i invite u to sit w me at lunch and oh i noticed ur wearing my favorite band / movie / have my favorite book and we have a rly interesting conversation and oh ur in like a lot of my classes wow cool and hey we’re friends now and like now we’re best friends and then u start dating someone else and im ok w it until i realize no the fuck im not daTE me instead ): 

we have no idea what personal boundaries are and yeah we’ve made out before a lot and yeah it was ok but we’re friends ok f r i e n d s and why r u staring at me like that? why are u holding my hand always? why are u telling me how much u adore me? we’re not dating? oh u’ve been in love w me for years and i’m a doorknob ): pls come back 

i confessed i might be in love w u and u said u weren’t interested in dating me bc we’re just friends and i’m getting over that heartbreak but u show up on my doorstep and kiss me and we end up in bed and in the morning u tell me this was a mistake and before i can stop u, u leave. u show up again. lather rinse repeat. ):

we share a mutual friend but we’re not rly that close until our friend takes us to a party and they ditch us and we’re not rly part of the crowd so we just sit together and talk a lot. turns out we like a lot of the same things (or we hate a lot of the same things or ur opinion sucks balls here is why ur wrong wow pls continue talking i love how much passion u put into ur opinions even tho they suck balls lol) we grow close and p soon we’re always together. turns out i actually rly rly like u. will u kiss me now? no? ): but why? oh ur in love w our mutual friend and im so sad now ):

we were friends throughout childhood and school. i was a dweeb and ur my way cooler friend but u moved away when we were like 15 we grew apart even tho we promised to stay in touch. i see ur facebook updates and i read ur tweets and i miss u and i wanna talk to u but i dont ?? so we fade away and then one day u show up in my life again and ho ly fuck my heart is doing the beepboop thing but i’m still a loser and ur a fuckin god/dess. ): u wanna catch up and holy shit its like old times again and wow im fuckin in love w u – oh ur getting married ): but … ilu? pls? 

we tried the whole dating thing and it didn’t work out and we’ve moved beyond that. ur my go-to friend on anything and everything and any problem u got i will fucking mow down hell to fix and wow ur smile just lights up my world and pls dont be sad who made u sad i will throw them in hell and mow them down and – oh wow. i never got over u. ur my fucking world and i just want u to be happy but u can only see me as a friend bc when u look at me u see our failed relationship but im not the same person i swear to god. ): 

and jusT BEST FRIENDS FALLING IN LOVE ): ): ): 

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it’s not that he did wrong to her, he never did. through the small handful of bickering and arguments, he stood by her when everyone else left her alone. hana doesn’t deserve to be in the position she was in when they were besides each other. expecting him to leave and call it quits because maybe, he’s had enough of this type of treatment she keeps giving him unintentionally.

“hospital? why are you going there?” she isn’t bitter when knowing at a later time, it peaked her interest with brows raising in mild surprise. perhaps hanbyul got into a physical altercations with a bunch of pathetic fools picking fights for no reasons. endless possibilities begin to cloud hana’s mind to where she pauses longer than intended.

a small scoff leaves her lips when she hears his second remark. appearance is the last thing she cares for. “look - endless, sleepless nights with a crying baby for months is the reason for it.” grumpily, her answer comes out of her mouth. realizing that she isn’t all that appealing to stare at. but it’s hanbyul, he’s seen the worse sides of the female by now.

“but she’s cute. laughs at my jokes when they’re lame, you probably wouldn't laugh if you hear it.” hana continues on, a soft yet airy chuckle emits out at the idea. talking about a child that belongs to hear, a passion that shows in the glint of her eye when people question about the little baby girl.

and somehow, things become a lot more quieter than it was before.

she doesn’t look away from hanbyul, observing his actions intently to where she ends up realizing the way his lips quirked up. oh, it’s saddening to be here and realizing how different things were. many emotions were never said, apologies that never made it out.

hana’s hand reaches to the side of her neck, rubbing awkwardly in a silent motion. “... you don’t need to smile if you don't want to. you're around me after all.” people enjoy that, a positive side to others. she prefers seeing what people really feel like, what their current mood is because that’s the truth.

There was a time where he used to envy her; the way she would keep going, despite the odds not being in her favour, the way she grew into this really fine, young mother who, despite not initially being prepared for motherhood, seemed to adjust just fine to the new circumstances. In many ways, Hanbyul used to consider Hana someone he could learn from, if nothing else. Though he remained silent about those thoughts, mostly because he did not wish to reopen old wounds when it was going to do him no good.

If he could turn his humanity off, he knew he’d do it in a heartbeat. But life didn’t work in this way and, strangely enough, it was like an ironic wink of fate for them to encounter once more, despite all the months spent apart from one another. Best friends? Maybe. A true connection could never be broken, no matter the physical distance but that required two souls working and putting in effort; something neither of them had been doing.

And he understood it; it was fine, he didn’t blame her. She had a daughter to take care of, most likely personal issues because she was Hana        though was she still the person he had come to know? Maybe, they had finally grown up, and grown apart in the process too. He didn’t know, didn’t wish to find out either, this was just too overwhelming for him to deal with at the moment.

So as long fingers run through lightly bleached hair, as the young male averted his gaze from the female, he could only really force himself to put that same old, same cocky smile that he’d always show her whenever he didn’t feel like revealing his actual thoughts or feelings. Did she know that, or had she forgotten already?

It didn’t matter anyway.

❝Oh, just peachy. Hospital’s been treatin’ m’just right. And you?❞ If he can’t be mad, he can certainly show her the cold shoulder; and it wasn’t even that, it was just him not knowing what to do and how to react       and when that happened, he would just shut down without any previous warning. ❝How’s the baby girl holdin’ up? I see ya’ still got that dark circles look going for ya’.❞

He smiled wryly. This was going to hurt a lot more than he had thought it would.

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[ KKT: ] I'm at work and it's pretty slow; the convenient store hasn't changed at all. Come visit me and bring that "someone" with you. I'll make tea for everyone.

# @couleurx

[ kkt : ] oh? well that must be a good thing, when things become hectic at work it isn't fun to deal with. though i'll be sure to come by soon. 

[ kkt : ] give me about a good thirty minutes? i take a while to get ready now.

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"I was just surprised." Watching her closely, he clicks his tongue at her remark, which is quite the contrary to what he thinks he's doing. Leo finds himself stepping closer, his hand nearing her face to flick her forehead with his middle finger, hitting the center. "I just came back myself, that's why it's surprising, it's overwhelming me to see everyone in such a short notice, or without it at all."

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"it's fine, didn't a warning out that i was comin' around again anyways." surely that alone was an outstanding comeback. catching people off guard, reactions were all different from one another too. hana finds it amusing, laughed out loud when seeing it with her own pair of eyes as well. though, she finds too many things worth laughing about anyways. 

hissing between teeth that gritted within each other, her eyes showed off a small glare of annoyance to his direction with her vision resting elsewhere. an angle where he wasn't at, where she couldn't see him. “welcome back to you. wonder where you’ve been hiding.” 

per usual, leo was known for disappearing without a word. hana picked up the habit recently too though she was considerate enough to tell people they'll meet once again in the future when the timing is right. it's been what, half a year? hana's constantly surprised that she manages to bump into leo somehow.

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@consilian

He wanted to say a lot of things. Complain, upset her, tear at her with his words because Hanybul was oh so destructive and everyone who knew him knew about his ways as well. That had been the reason for his best friend to turn his back on him, for the boy to get lost in a mess he had brought upon himself but it was still so heartwrenching, still so terrifyingly beautiful to see her again, supposedly well and mostly unharmed. He didn’t know where she had been, why she had felt the need to stop communication altogether and being the kind of person he was, Hanbyul had decided to let go.

What use was there in clinging to something, to somebody, when all it was doing was to put him down somehow? He didn’t blame her, more so himself. Hanbyul had grown accustomed to finding the flaws in his own decisions, rather than seeing the whole picture and understanding the concept of treating how you wanted to be treated; or maybe he was just damaged enough not to care anymore.

Pressing his lips into a thin line, he would have spun around and leave the moment he had spotted her. But everything about her was so familiar, reminded her of what little family had been left for him once upon a time. But even that was gone now, mostly gone for good he guessed, and yet he had sworn to himself to do right by her; he couldn’t do that if he decided to stick around.

❝No particular reason.❞ He wanted to smile, tell her how much he had missed her but what good was that going to do? No. He was long past those times. ❝Didn’t expect t’see ya’ here.❞ And he hadn’t, whatever God there was, he knew he hadn’t.

she’s grown a year older, birthday passed silently because another year closer to death is not as meaningful anymore when she has a daughter now. therefore, she learned how to mature without anyone’s guidance. her mother insulted her behind closed doors the night on mother’s day because apparently she’s still a failure. though hana’s facial expressions remain the same, cocky smile and the intimidating demeanor that makes it harder for people to approach.

hanbyul probably thinks of the young woman as a nightmare at this point. coming and going unexpectedly, upsetting and making his blood boil without trying. sadly, she isn’t a dream -- she’s a human being and a so-called best friend when she’s undeserving of the title.

“can’t stick myself in a room every single second of the day, you know.” it happened already, that’s why people were surprised to see her coming around a little more. guess they can stop pulling those dark; ‘oh, guess you aren’t dead yet,’ jokes to her face. “... how’ve you been?” hana asks, almost hesitantly. 

hana doesn’t know how to approach and make conversation with someone she was once close to. hanbyul might shrug his shoulders, tell her she’s fine when he isn’t. he doesn’t have to break walls, start to cry and spill his sorrow through a night of sleepless quality time; hana knows.. understands even.

despite closeness, she hasn’t said too much of how she genuinely felt when they were with one another. how genuinely apologetic she feels whenever she has to see him because those moments of his loneliness taking over; she should’ve been there. selfish, she’s so selfish. forgetting of those who put her in a side where she matters and focuses on grasping onto people who already let go.

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YOU FUCKING LOSER.

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"oh, baby. love when you're aggressive with me." sarcasm is in her words, biting back a cheshire grin. care is tossed aside when meeting eye to eye with an awfully familiar face. fingers drumming over her cheek, head swaying from left to right. taunting and daring, she has become. as always. hana puckers her lower lip childishly, fingers weaving through soft tresses then. 

"no need to yell, i can hear you clearly, y'know."

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[ KKT: ] Mama, I came back to Korea.

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[ kkt : ] good to hear. just came back myself the other day from a trip for my own selfish reasons.[ kkt : ] how about we meet up? there's someone i'd like for you to meet anyways.

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the misunderstandings people create due to her demeanor, it's the usual. cold-hearted, careless and her emotions were never shown by her face. suppose in the beginning, she considered herself quite worthless. thinking parties were trendy, that she was a crowd maker and she can obtain anything within her fingers. 

times changed, attitude is the same but the lifestyle is completely different. people don't know that, constantly thinking the same because she can't press her teeth into the tip of her tongue. he talks as if he heard her memories, opens his mouth shamelessly like he could get away with it. 

hana rolls her eyes carelessly, shoulders begin to rise feigning defeat. "sure. you can say that or i just lost the will to give two damns about a lot of stuff." caring is limited, to close friends and her own child. putting them before herself, therefore -- he's somewhat right. she just wouldn't want to admit that.

❝— starter @ximpvlsive

“you really don’t value your life, do you?”

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"Please go away, you can't see me like this."

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Hana’s curiosity strikes hard this time around, planting her feet confidently on the floor. Eyeing the other with her brow arched in confusion. Though, she’s intrigued to know what was running through his mind, what possibly triggered such words to drip out of his lips. And knowing who she is, she doesn’t budge. She doesn’t feel scared hence is why she’s staying put the entire time, fingers intertwined with one another loosely.

Step after step, she’s coming in closer. Tongue swiped along the surface of her lower lip, taunting in silence because James made her feel foolish the last time they spoke. How the argument still hangs inside of her mind, never letting it go because she isn’t one to forgive so easily the way others can do. Hence is why her heart seems so heavy, constantly reminded of things that could been forgiven but it’s the idea that she can’t forget about it. Etched inside of her mind, it’s pierced in and never can she forgive. Unless she sees them unravel.

“What’s wrong, James? I thought you and I were friends.”

Cooing out softly, heels clicked with every step. Head tilting to one side, feigning innocence by the way her lips curve into a smile. “Don’t you think it’s painful to push people away?” Words, they collided into one another when she’s speaking to the older male. Wanting to see another reaction, getting a thrill to see who this male really was beneath the layers of traits and characteristics. It seems off, she said it before. Hence is why she’s pushing buttons and limitations.

“Are you scared, of judgment?” Pausing, her body stands still though she’s refusing to get out of James sight so soon.

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"You look beautiful."

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Hana wasn’t really expecting to hear such words being directed towards her, she’s used to others flattering her daughter most of the time. Which left her there in silence and eyes rolling playfully before laughter rings into the air. So to hear the other woman compliment her unexpectedly, it brought a sheepish smile to grow along her lips. It’s sweet, she’s willing to take it due to how the brunette was minding her own business. Taking advantage of the sunny weather by going out with the carrier set right in front of her frame to take the little one along.

Which she doesn’t mind, it’s something she’s used to. Never feeling the need to complain because it’s a piece of her now and she’s content with it. “Are you talking to me by any chance?” Asking the latter who stood a couple of inches away from where she was sitting, glancing around by peeking over one shoulder than the other. Squirming smaller frame fidgeting to get cozy again. “Or this little one here with me? Because I think between the both of us the only two pretty ladies is her and you too.”

The younger female isn’t one to spread compliments around so freely, though it’s an honest statement that couldn’t be held back through her lips pressing into one another.

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"Got it, did the same thing." People weren't pleased to know that she isolated herself for weeks to months because she got knocked up. It was her choice, she didn't want to come off as a weak individual if she were to constantly rely on someone else for most of things when she has two working feet to guide herself around. Except, it was more difficult to hide it when her stomach stretched out her shirts and her pants were harder to wear out.  A smile crept along her face unknowingly when hearing what the latter informed her only to drop the expression when Yeonsoo adds in further.

It took a while for Hana to process what has been said, brows furrowed a little before clearing her throat. "... Three?" Repeating one word in order to regain some confirmation that she wasn't thinking too much into it, a brighter expression is showing. In the beginning, all she ever asked for was her own companions and close friends to build a family for themselves. Along with her selfish needs because she truly wanted to baby sit. Then the unexpected happen and she ended up with a child of her own.

"She's cute. Cries a lot but I think she got that attitude from me." Joking lightheartedly at the thought along, a small smile lingering over her cheeks before peeking over at the other. "I'm good, got to deal with a bit of weight and restless nights but - I promise, it's worth every second."

Even before getting pregnant Yeonsoo wasn’t very social and after getting into her sensitive condition it got even worse since she didn’t want to brag about it too much on such a short term. Filming the comedy sitcom was taking all of her time and strength and all she wanted was usually to come back home and curl under the warm blankets. When she found out about the multiple babies, the woman was in shock and a mild panic, doubting if she’d be able to do it but after a while she got used to it. The symptoms were more strong since the hormonal changes during the multiple pregnancy were more noticeable.

“I’m not exactly hiding it but we decided not to tell people till it will be impossible to hide. I think only my and Minho’s parents knew about it until recently.” She smiled warmly at the other as her hand landed on the baby bump that was already obvious despite the short term, yet it was normal in her condition. “We were a little surprised when we found out that we’re having three babies but after some time i grew more comfortable with the thought.” Pregnancy was both difficult and beautiful, Yeonsoo had never been filled with so much unconditional love before. Even though the triplets weren’t there yet she already loved them more than anything. “How are you though? How’s the baby?” She asked with the bright and warm smile.

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( @impetvovs ):

( kkt - baby mamma. ) ↳ uh, no i don’t think that it was. ; ) ↳ you definitely meant to say ‘licks you’ instead of ‘kicks you’ so. ↳ it’s about time you give baby daddy some loving, gosh.

[ kkt - baby daddy ] ( READ ) 

↳ : ( first of all, i can't do that. rigby already threatened to lock me in a room. stop being so naughty, god.  ↳ i'm a changed woman, i don't do any naughty stuff anymore. ↳ { ` inserts angel emojis here }

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"Well, did you expect me to say that cheesy shit then end it with a hug?" Asking genuine curiosity about what the other wanted from her. She doesn't like admitting those types of feelings, isn't someone who turns sentimental about stuff either. And of course, there's a small part of her that truly misses the other woman. Hana wasn't fond of constantly being left behind without an explanation or a simple goodbye either.  So, this is her holding a tiny grudge on Suji without realizing it herself.

Hearing the other's inquiry, there's a long pause in thought. There was a lot that happened, things she didn't want to think too much about and she really doesn't want to add into it herself either. The more she would add input, it makes her blood boiling and the urge to sink her teeth into the center of her tongue. Hana's bitter, nothing new about that but she found herself constantly trying to have some self control. Suji should be proud, she was one who treated her like a little sister or even a daughter. The lectures and nagging, it's nothing new.

"Yeah, I don't drink anymore." Being sober for months is tough, all she wants to do is constantly fuck herself up as a punishment for all the wrongs she's been doing. Smoked for the first time in months and it's a relief, it felt so good. Until she came back home to her daughter and well, being a mother now is interesting. Suji should know, she did treat the young woman like a kid. "Maybe, but you won't figure that part out." She grumbles, nose scrunching at obvious stubborn demeanor.

"'Nuff about me, how are you?"

Nothing could beat the treble of seeing someone sosignificant to her past that made her a new person, or probably someone thatshe really missed—someone who gave her some strength to start standing on herown. She always envied her for being able to be that strong, Suji wasn’tentirely relying on herself whenever things doesn’t go on her way, she wouldoften think that it comes with a reason as to why it happened, but Hana; Hanawould always fight for what she wants, and never get denied of it.

“I missed you, is that a way to greet me?” She teases, asmile curling along the corners of her lips. She can’t help but to feel therush along her body, the sudden intuition of wanting to hug her, hold her, andreplay the things in her head—the way they stay up too late wanting pancakes,or pizza, or anything until they’re both full; it’s how their relationshipworks, they hold each other, like how a mother and a daughter would.

“Have you been taking care of yourself?” She asks afterthat, taking a step forward as she tries to reach for the woman’s cheek—she wouldadmit that she grew a lot, and she won’t lie about that either; Hana had alwaysbeen beautiful, but she’s grown so much, and her name suits her so well. Ablossomed flower.

“Did you missed me?”

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"Boo, back at you." Is what rolls off of her tongue when seeing him, defeated chuckle leaving her mouth because her body isn't used to carrying this much weight in her petite arms. Hana doesn't need a warm greeting from the male, already comfortable to step inside of the comforts of her place on her own. Toeing her shoes aside carefully before a nod is given in response to his question. "Yeah, still need to get used to driving with the little one with me though."

Hana's attitude is still the same, she just needs to grow adjusted to the idea that she isn't alone anymore. And the little baby that keeps her up at night is her own flesh and blood. She didn't like the idea of children, was never one to see herself as that and with little accidents happening over the expanse of three years now; the doctors always informed her that the chances of having a child was small. Yet, here she is. Giving up whatever she had a habit of doing for quality, loud nights with her daughter.

"Oh, man. I swear, my arms are about to fu - I mean, break off." Correcting herself momentarily with a sheepish laugh, rubbing the side of her neck when everything was placed down on the couch. From the looks of it last time she was here, it didn't seem as messy. Which was relieving since it did bother her the first time around, hinting to clean and at one point nagging Hanbyul to do so. "Come here." Her head tilts to glance back at the other, hand beckoning to tell him to come close. Her finger fiddling with the straps so the little one can feel more comfy in the warm space she's been tucked in the past half hour.

He’s eager to see the little babygirl and Hanbyul supposes Hana knows all about it, considering how he wouldn’t shut up after she revealed the news of her pregnancy to him. Even if he’s been a bit mad that she only has let him in on such an important detail when she was almost due, he’s not holding it against her any longer and instead, anticipating to get to see the little girl. He figures Hana herself must have gone through a lot too, what with the emotional adjustment, the hormones and not to mention, the awful experience of being in labour.

Hanbyul wants children too, at one point in his life, but the actual thought of a woman he’s going to love somewhere down the road, struggling with bringing a new life into this world and possibly even losing hers, is what scares him to a point where he’d much rather keep to himself and not fall in love whatsoever. Perhaps it’s stupid, a tad childish too but he’d rather keep it safe than to be sorry afterwards. Besides, he would never be a good father anyway, that much he already is aware of.

❝Boo.❞ The response slips past his lips as soon as he opens the door to reveal the new mother with the baby bag behind it, causing for an excited smile to settle on his features. He’s genuinely eager to meet this new life, a small, tender part of Hana that she’s going to have to take care of now and even though he’s assuming it’ll be hard for the mother, he’s there to lend her a helping hand every step along the way if she needs it. That’s, after all, what friends are for. ❝Got here safely, ya’ two, hm?❞