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181206 | The League

HB: “You nervous?” He asked with a grin. They’ve performed on stages–big and small, domestic and international–yet the anxiety of performing in front of other people never went away. Hanbin had been massaging the other’s shoulders for the past couple of minutes, but had then resorted to back-hugging. He rested his chin on Jiwon’s right shoulder with all smiles. “You’ll do fantastic, as always.”

The two of them were in a waiting room backstage as Chanwoo decided to find himself a seat outside. After squeezing all his love into him, Hanbin soon departed and went to sit on the sofa only a few feet away. “Think they’re going to give you some cool in-game items after this?” Hanbin had never played this game, nor did he care enough to, however it was still something multiple of his members enjoyed, so he did have a bit of knowledge to flex.

BB:

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181206 | Return

HB: The day could wait if it meant that he could have Jiwon in bed with him for a little longer. The melancholic feeling of soft sheets, warm hands, and fuzzy, unkempt hair between his fingers, to be saved for a rainy day. His hair was black again, and he knew it would last in consideration of the near future. Although it was selfish of him to want him to stay, he promised this free time to him. Jiwon’s ticket to America was scheduled for the next day.

Family wasn’t just a short drive away, unlike his own. He had the honor and absolute privilege to spend time with his parents and baby sister this year, and yet Jiwon wasn’t as lucky. Unfortunately, this time gifted to him wasn’t much either–much less so with the travel required. However, it was days off before another series of concerts and miscellaneous events. Christmas was always associated with work, after all.

It wasn’t long after, or perhaps it was, when the elder shifted in place. Hanbin brushed his thumb along his cheek, and wondered if he could have let him go sooner, and presented him with a month’s worth of time instead. “You deserve it.” He whispered under his breath as he lightly flicked away a stray hair.

BB:

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181129 | All of Our Past (Don't Let It Erase) [SEMI-AU]

BB: "11:57-- look, there's 3 more minutes of Valentine's Day, babe... come, I have one last surprise."

If Hanbin could see the nerves of anxiety thrumming under his neck, he was certainly doing a good job of keeping his lips sealed; in the darkened air of the evening Jiwon was only glad that his flushed cheeks could be partially hidden, the sliver of the moonlight illuminating his boyfriend's sparkling chestnut eyes.the collar on his pressed suit collar suddenly felt suffocating and far too stiff as he pushed open the double doors to the roof of their company building, the cool air barely enough to soothe the burning in his veins and the hammering of his pulse. from somewhere behind him he vaguely heard the sharp intake of air from Hanbin, the younger male's smaller hand squeezing into his own from where their fingers were interlocked. fairy lights danced above the small space, hanging across wires secured to the concrete walls, rose petals scattered across the old brick as Jiwon led the both of them towards the centre of the setup. he made a mental note to thank Donghyuk and Jinhwan for this later - he knew how much effort they put into making sure this evening was perfect for their leader.

there was silence as he turned around to face his boyfriend, and the only emotion he could depict was 'love', and 'awe', at how incredibly in love he was with the other and in disbelief that he was about to propose to the love of his life. Hanbin was still somewhat in shock, darting from Jiwon, and back to the lights - almost as if trying to figure out what exactly was about to happen. "hey... you alright?" the rapper murmured, pulling him close by the waist and swaying them to the gentle tunes filtering through the small stereo system in the corner. their foreheads laid together for a moment, then; the round velvet box feeling especially weighted as he became hyperaware of its presence in his pocket.

"I... I don't know how else to begin except... telling you that I love you. I hope I've done everything to make you happy today, as I hope to do for the rest of my life. Before you say anything, I know how stupid I can be sometimes, and I don't know how you put up with me... but you do. And for that, I'm so incredibly happy. You have made me the happiest man in the world by being my boyfriend; I hope you'd do me the honour of being mine forever."

Slowly, Jiwon pulled away to sink onto one knee, trembling fingers clutching at the box to reveal a glistening silver band nestled in the centre. 

"Kím Hanbin... will you marry me?"

HB: Being lost in the decoration and blinding lights was nothing new to him. Although it was difficult to concentrate on one particular thing at a time, he figured that whoever was involved in the makings of it would want him to admire the handiwork as well. Some part of him felt it cliche that they were on the rooftop--the very same place he asked Jiwon to go out with him some two years prior. However, it made it all the more meaningful to him. What, after such a beautiful day filled with joyous activities, this was easily the pièce de résistance.

Hanbin could not stop smiling, even if he tried. If staying up there and looking at the stars until they fell asleep was the plan, then he was all for it. But he waited for the other to speak, and listened intently once he began. His cheeks turned bright pink as the words went on, and maybe he needed ro take a seat because processing it all while standing felt wrong--as if he had to say something just as beautiful or leap out and kiss him in response.

No time later, however, Jiwon was on one knee and holding a box out to him. Hanbin was still smiling as he tried to deal with his sudden emotions. Happiness, excitement, gratefulness.. Then there was a feeling of fear, and sadness, and guilt. He felt like his body temperature shot up in an instant, and it was suddenly too difficult to breathe. He stared at the elder male, but he had no words. He had no answer to give.

A proposal?

Somehow, he should have known. He should have seen it coming. Everything was far too perfect and romantic to not lead up to this moment. But Hanbin might have just lived in the denial of it. He would ignore the thought whenever he thought about mar.. it--he couldn’t even say the word in his own head. Jiwon was his everything, and he loved him so much. So why was that not enough? Why did he have to bring a proposal into their relationship? Didn’t they have comebacks and tours to prepare for? Why now of all times? He wanted to let it all out--ask him why he had to change everything like that. Tears ran down his face before he even realized it. ‘I’m sorry’, he whispered.

“I can’t.” He choked.

BB: he spent weeks making sure that every little detail leading up to this point would be perfect. he even had his locks trimmed and styled specifically for the occasion, knowing that in a few short weeks the stylists would probably have them alter it again. there was nothing here that could put a damper on his mood; not even Chanwoo's bratty comments about how corny all of this was going to be. Hanbin was the love of his life-- his best friend, his soulmate; their relationship was perfect and everything about this moment was exactly as he'd imagined. nothing could go wrong... right?

Hanbin looked so handsome that night, as Jiwon never failed to mention many times during their light dinner together - a specially reserved table for them at his favourite Italian restaurant. From his position on one knee, glancing up at the man he was about to spend the rest of his life with, he was close to tears at the mere thought that all the choices he had made in his life, all the times he thought about quitting... would all lead up to this. Suddenly he saw his boyfriend's smile fall and his heart dropped to his gut - he knew that look, but nothing could prepare him for the words that came after.

"--what...?" even his tongue felt heavy and useless in his mouth when the word escaped him, barely grazing past the parched abyss of his tightening throat with every silent second that passed. Jiwon saw the tears, and he could feel the fiery heat of his own burning at his eyelids, but all of that paled in comparison to the thundering ringing in his ears that blocked out all coherent thoughts.

"Hanbin I--... oh..."  slowly he rose from the ground and the velvet box tumbled uselessly out of his fingers, the quiet 'ping' of the silver as it hit the concrete deafening in the silence. but he mustered the strength to speak, just before turning away to hide the anger and confusion growing in his expression. ".... there's someone else, isn't there?"

HB: If only he didn’t have such an overactive imagination. The words he so desperately tried to avoid escaped him anyway, and anything that came afterwards was going to be his fault. Hanbin could already envision how pained and terrible they will both feel when they meet during studio sessions. He could already find himself avoiding the downstairs apartment. He could already see how far they will fall because of this very night. He felt disgusting, and utterly undeserving of how a wonderful human being like Kim Jiwon could love him. It was stupid to assume that /he/ was in love when it was clearly unmatched by the other’s. 

At this point, his ears closed up as if they were inside an airplane at thirty thousand feet. It almost seemed like he could go deaf from this, but then he could also hear an incoming accusatory tone. He sniffled. Someone else? No one in the multiverse could ever live up to Jiwon, but what did that matter now? He blew it. 

“No.” He squeaked. It was difficult to say anything while he cried--and yet he didn’t feel deserving of tears either. “How could anybody..” He croaked as his eyes fell to his feet. There laid the fallen and abandoned silver band, which was supposedly going to be the stepping stone to the rest of their lives. 

…...the rest of their lives.

Hanbin curled up into a ball on the floor, hugging his knees, as he sobbed into his hands. ‘I can’t do that.’ He could never deal with that sort of commitment, and he was so mad that Jiwon never talked to him about it. ‘I can’t do this.’ That way they could have avoided all this. ‘Why is this happening.’ Maybe then he could say yes. ‘What did i do.’ He should’ve said yes. ‘What do i do now.’

BB: 

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181111 | Without Incident [SEMI-AU]

DK: The neon purple shines exceptionally bright in the dark studio room. They’ve been fooling around with demos and scratch notes for hours, and it’s closer to midnight than the appropriate time for dinner. Without even asking the other person in the room, all tousled hair and chapped lips, he begins to scroll through his contacts for their go-to food delivery service. As a regular customer, no address is to be recounted for, and a simple ‘the usual’ could make the order go through in a pinch. “Anything special you want?” He leans forward in his seat, just a few inches away, as his thumb hovers above the contact.

BB: the melodic click-click clicking of the mouse is deafening in the stark silence of the small space, but he's feeling a strange sense of comfort when it's just the two of them, tired smiles and gentle greetings exchanged in their brief moments of activity. he's stretched out comfortably on the tiny sofa behind the younger and the only source of light apart from the monitor is the glare of the phone in his face - the question comes as routine and he responds with a noncommital hum. suddenly he sits up, remembering their last delivery and the reminder that he indeed had a complaint about the food portions. "actually yeah - extra noodles please. thanks ddong-ah. are you tired? we can go home to eat instead when the food gets here." 

DK: Donghyuk started the phone call as soon as Jiwon begun speaking, and by the time the line connected, all he could give was a quick “okay”. He was going over their order, which included the extra serving of noodles as well as a portion of fried rice. 

As soon as he was done, he pushed their recording microphone away from the sudden realization before turning to the elder male. “I thought you wanted to record something?” He cocked a brow in question. “Oh!” He snapped his fingers as an idea came into fruition, and spun in his seat towards the monitor. A few clicks later, self-produced music filled their small space. The 3-minute long beat was a complete composition void of words. It played closer to rock than hip-hop, however. “If you can somehow decipher your ancient, lost in history, handwriting, then you have some perfect lyrics for this.” 

BB: he zones out again as soon as the younger male starts to converse with the restaurant employee on the other line, tapping away at the new game on his phone as he just levels up with an excited yelp at no one in particular. just as he's about to turn to Donghyuk for the proud display of his new high score, he's suddenly interrupted with the incoming thought that the other brings forth.

In the back of his mind the words sting briefly - "Hanbin would've appreciated this," he thinks with a bitter sort of longing, sitting up instead to brush it off and pay attention to the question at hand. "what are you-- oh," Jiwon pauses enough to lean forward intently, tapping his foot to the new sound before nodding his approval. "this is good," he comments instead, standing from his warm position on the couch to join the blonde at the table; the track loops itself again and he's throwing in a couple ad libs, playing over in his head what it could sound like. "Pfft-- I can make new lyrics you know. Actually, play that last bit again? There-- where the beat drops... could you make it repeat? Might sound better." 

DK: “Ah, but what’s better than a sleep-deprived Bobby writing lyrics at the crack of dawn?” He notes sarcastically as he leans further forward. The brightness of the screen is blinding, but he’s far too used to this. 

Donghyuk hits backspace to find the designated folder, and waits for the file to load up. Making adjustments to these compositions seem to be second nature, even though the elder of the two is usually the one to do it. But in times like these, when it’s way too late and the silence encompasses the two of them, it’s best to fill the room with music and a new project to satisfy. “This good?” He hits the space bar and watches the other for a reaction. Whether it’s good or bad, he tries his best to improve upon the piece. “Can’t even remember where this is from. Maybe Sunghwak hyung helped me with it.” He pauses. “Wanna make a song?” He smiles in a combination of friendly and unrestrained. 

BB: he rolls his eyes - the good-natured banter between the two is nothing new but the late hour of the night renders him far too exhausted to generate a proper response aside from a snort. Donghyuk is good to him, he certainly can't deny that; and sometimes he feels like they don't give the younger enough credit for everything he's done.

Jiwon peeks over his bandmate's shoulder as he clicks away, one hand bent over the chair backrest and the other on the table, intent gaze following along the beats that move across the screen. it's late and they're both aware that this is a rough draft regardless, the newly-generated piece full of evident flaws that have yet to be polished.

"it's good," the dark haired male nods after a while, reaching for a notebook off the side to jot down his preliminary comments on the piece they've just created - it'll come in handy, later. "yeah, I like it. you wanna finish it now? But I'm hungryyyy, ddongie~" he whines playfully, plopping down instead in the other's lap as he continues to work. "Sing something for hyung instead." 

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181115 | Santa’s Elves [AU]

HB: Every year without fail, Hanbin takes his daughter, Yooae, to the shopping mall downtown a week before Christmas. A key feature to the festivities include sitting on Santa’s lap and making a wish. Yooae always seems to ask for easy gifts to fulfill, so he’s more than happy to do let her develop a list. Besides that, the mall includes something of a classroom art activity for the children. His daughter had always been too young to partake in it, however is eligible this year. Folks around town call it ‘Santa’s Workshop’ as it has allowed the kids to pretend like they’re Santa’s elves, and make a range of fun and colorful crafts. “Can I? Can I really?” Yooae asks excitedly; practically bouncing out of her shoes. “Of course, sweetheart. We can make gingerbread houses, and Christmas tree ornaments, and anything else you want to do.” The black-haired male wonders if he can leave momentarily to buy some last-minute presents. Unfortunately, it’s yet another year where the two of them only have each other, but if he can see his little girl smile then nothing else really matters.

BB: "c'mon, dad - how long does your hair have to take, are you trying to meet someone at a /kids/ workshop?" Haru rolls her eyes as she thunders down the hall, dinosaur backpack swinging behind her with every step as she pulls herself into her boots and jacket. Jiwon, ever so amused at the incredibly sassy nature of the girl - something she's definitely picked it up from her mother, - grabs his car keys and lets her hop into the vehicle before he locks the door with one last look at his perfectly coiffed strands. "Just looking good for you," he answers here with a laugh, reaching over to ruffle the 8-year old's hair as she buckles herself in, and he pulls carefully out of the driveway. The mall is bustling with far too many last-minute shoppers, all sweaty shoulders and squeaky sneakers on tile when the two of them attempt to push through the crowd in the direction of Santa's workshop. "what do you want to do first, Haru-ya? Should we look for something for Donghyuk samchun?"

HB: Having decided to stick around through the introductory section of the children’s workshop, he’s acutely aware of the people that are looking at him. No part of this situation—just a father and his daughter—seem to make sense to them in a place filled with mothers and their children about to do arts and crafts. Yooae fidgets in her seat as her legs sway back and forth. The 7-year-old has always been a bit hyperactive, but Hanbin has never once faulted her for it. If anything, he’s always found endearing; even if she accidentally kicks him sometimes. In the meantime, the mandatory instructions are over and done with, and the families are free to begin on their projects. In their particular group, they’ve forgone the coloring pages in favor of the gingerbread house-making. Yooae immediately begins to instruct him on what to do as her very own personal assistant. His job includes pouring ready-made icing into an applicator, and laying out all the pieces of the house while his little boss picks out the decorations.

BB: the instructor's introduction has already started by the time he hurries in with his daughter, in the back of his mind blaming the incredibly filled parking spots in the lot out front, fighting to thread through lanes of traffic and honking cars in the early winter's breeze. haphazardly he shoves Haru to one of the empty stations at the corner of the room, just next to another little girl who looks to be a around her age - part of him hopes the workshop will take a substantial enough amount of time so that he can do some shopping of his own. "--parents, if you could please take your places, we can begin with setting up the basic structure of the gingerbread house, and softening the icing for Santa's helpers here," the program coordinator drones on as Jiwon peeks over at Haru and watches at where she's already taking everything out of their packaging, arranging the candy by size and colour. "hey slow down, let me help with that," he complains before grasping hold of the icing tube, working gentle fingers down the plastic encasing. chuckling softly, he turns to the parent situated beside him with a grin, ready to make a joke when he notices just how.. attractive his neighbour is.  "heh, looks like they barely need our help now, huh?"

HB: Hanbin fixes his posture as he holds one side of the construction in place on the white, rectangular base. Getting the icing into the bag feels so much more tedious in comparison, and Yooae insists on doing that part anyway. He’s watching his little girl carefully empty out the bowl and start work on connecting each side of the building. It’s here that he hears an unfamiliar voice speak on his right-hand side, so he turns with an automatic smile—partly because he’s already been smiling, and partly because the statement rings true. “And here I thought I had a couple more months to go.” He responds playfully. The brunet looks over at the stranger’s daughter, and is even more pleased to learn how similar their situations are. “She looks pretty clever. I bet she’s pretty smart, isn’t she?” He asks joyously, knowing full well the look of a proud father. “Hold this wall, too, daddy.” His own cuts his train of thought to revert his attention back to the project at hand; doing as requested of him within a moment’s notice. “There’s no crumbles for the road to the house..” She says with a frown. He quickly looks for a substitute among their limited stash of decorations and candy. He soon picks up a couple options with his free hand. “We can crush the lollipop or.. skittles.” Yooae seems to light up at the idea, then grabs the candies straight out of his grasp. “Anything else, sweetheart?” She doesn’t answer very clearly; presumably unsure herself.

BB: the voice that's emitted from the young father isn't quite what he expects, but it's velvety, subtle; he finds himself a little in awe before he snaps out of his reverie and flashes a sheepish grin. "more like a couple years... they really grow up so fast. how old is yours? she's beautiful." Jiwon's soft gaze follows down to where the little girl is fussing with the walls, an earnest comment out of the plethora of badly-behaved kids he's encountered before. She's quiet, but determined - not unlike his own daughter who's more keen on working away than socializing. the two males trail off briefly to tend to - or, supervise - their own projects in various stages of completion; Haru is already trying to stack the roof and handed him a package of sprinkles to rip open when his neighbour speaks, drawing his attention to the warm, twinkling gaze and high cheekbones once again. "she's very sharp. gets it from her mother," he chuckles in mock-exasperation, "Witty, but stubborn." As if proving his point he gestures to the girl, who in turn whips back to frown at him with a pout. "That definitely comes from you," she huffs, then ignoring the pair in favour of concentrating on her house. they work in silence for a little while longer, Haru quietly instructing Jiwon to hold pieces for her as they dried - hence his current squatted position trying to keep the green Christmas tree in place. "-- don't use the lollipop, that's for the door," both parents blink at the girl when she breaks the silence to point at the candies in Yooae's grasp. "here - use my extra cookies," pudgy fingers push a package of crumbled chocolate chip cookies in her direction as Jiwon looks on with a proud grin. "that's very sweet of you, Haru-ya. What do you want to use for yours?"

HB: Delighted to talk about her own, he answers right away. “She’s seven. A month away from eight, in fact.” He softly brushes Yooae’s hair as he speaks. “What about yours?” It’s truly not everyday that he gets to talk to another father, especially with the kind of sigma he’s surrounded by. 

He watches the way Yooae reacts to the act of kindness. Although she voices her thanks the other girl and accepts the cookies right away, she feels conflicted somehow; as if her plans are all stupid and this other girl’s a complete genius. Then, because she’s always been more influenced by Hanbin than his counterpart, Yooae hurries up to finish the basis of the gingerbread house since finishing the task always comes first.

As soon as the house is built, the decoration is done fully by the kid herself. It seems like the best time to leave temporarily to do some last-minute shopping, but then again, he’s not that comfortable leaving his 7-year-old daughter in the middle of a mall—least of all when Yooae hasn’t gotten a phone yet.

Hanbin settles for the idea that they’ll be shopping with one another once all the events are over and done with. In addition to that, he’d somehow been convinced that they would need to have ice cream afterwards. In the meantime, Yooae’s been chatting away one-sidedly at all her decoration choices—and by some means created candy people to represent ‘father and daughter’ living in this semi-edible abode.

BB: Jiwon watches fondly as the little girl stirs under her father's gentle hand, shifting slightly although she doesn't deviate from her concentration. "Wow, she's a big girl, huh?" He snaps out of his reverie with a smile and meets the other male's own, nostalgia laced in his tone. "Almost nine, now... it's been so long I don't know what I'd do without her." In so many years of raising Haru alone, he only found comfort in her companionship and the ups and downs they both went through together -- he feels guilty for how difficult it's been for her growing up without a mother but she knows that he's doing his best. And no one understands him better than she does.

The rest of the room is filled with the various sounds of whining children, the clattering of candies and wrappers, and the faint jingle of Christmas tunes just drowning out the cries of frustrated parents. It might be the happiest time of the year, but kids being off from school always means extra chaos. He's summoned yet again to tear the individual packaging off the colourful gumdrops when Haru starts to build the "bushes", intermittently feeding him the candies that look too squished or came out crumbled. Jiwon's just satisfied watching her triumph over the small project, her cheeks puffed in determination - and the squeal she emits when he distracts her with a wet chocolatey peck to the cheek. "Daddy stop, you're gross," comes the mutter, despite the tight clutch in his sleeve that remains with the fingers of her free hand.

He glances over to the warm sight of the other parent and the lively conversation happening with his daughter, at which he merely chuckles and peeks over in a bout of curiosity. "So have you two gotten all your Christmas shopping done yet?"

HB: Hanbin’s dark locks fell over his eyes as he watched his daughter in such animated actions. “I know what you mean.” Soft-spoken, yet visibly reminiscent of a period long passed. “She’ll always be my little girl, though. No matter what.” He chuckled just to keep it light-hearted and friendly.

Yooae eventually completed her build, however didn’t fail to catch any so-called ‘flaws’ that she had encountered while she gave it a good, thorough inspection. Hanbin could reassure her to hell and heaven, and back again, but it seemed like that just would not stick. “You made such a beautiful gingerbread house, sweetie. I’m so proud of you.” He pulled the little girl closer for a small squeeze before she started whining and pushing off of him in embarrassment.

“Thank you..” She muttered after a short while. 

The two of them made quick work of their hands, and tidied up their station. There was nothing in particular to throw away, though, as Yooae was somewhat efficient in her construction. In the meantime, he heard the other father speak out once more. He couldn’t tell if the man was trying to be polite or was genuinely invested into their broken conversation. Either way, he enjoyed the company of the other. “Oh, i’m afraid not.” He wiped the table in loose motions. “We’ll be going around for some last-minute shopping once we’re done here.” Hanbin pulled his sweater’s sleeve back to reveal his watch. “It’s almost lunch, so maybe that should be taken care of first.” He faced the other once more with a soft smile. “If you have some time, would you care to join us?”

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181105 | It’s An Experience [AU]

HB: It’s nothing short of spectacular when he’s managed to get his room up and ready on the first day. Space for all his books on the desk-shelf combo, mini bulletin board right over it with a bunch of fresh stationary to the side, and all his clothes have been neatly put away. Decorating will be left for the rest of the week as he figures out what sort of concept he’ll be going for. For now, though, his parents will stop calling about whether he’s settled in or not, and he’ll be free to get comfortable in the frat house and campus for the next six days. Due to how early it is—students either sleeping away the rest of their Summer or busying themselves otherwise—dinner at Kappa Sig appears to be closed until further notice. Hanbin’s slipped into one of his favorite black hoodies featuring a holographic pug as he heads out into the night. One might argue that it’s not the safest thing to do, but he isn’t too concerned. At this point, the canteen sounds like a pathetic way to spend his first night away from home, so he makes a beeline for the series of restaurants right on the outskirts of campus. From the order he sees them; a pizzeria, burger joint, pastry shop, something of a diner—to which he sees waffles being served, and suddenly waffles for dinner doesn’t sound too shabby.

BB: The lightbulb in the dingy, single-toilet staff bathroom flickers for the nth time that night as the lavender-haired male sighs at his reflection, practiced fingers tying the final knot on the sauce-stained apron - once white and now weathered with the labour of kitchen work. It's not the most glamourous of part-time jobs, but unlike the other boys at the fraternity he doesn't have the help of constant income, his hardworking single mother back home slaving away too many hours to help him with the lavish lifestyle of university. A full scholarship promising him four productive years at one of the top universities seemed too perfect an opportunity to pass up, despite his initial hesitation to depart from his aging mother. As he steps through the swinging double doors of the kitchen, spatulas go flying, pots go banging - it's the same heat-fueled excitement of the evening dinner rush he experiences every time he's in the diner. "Jiwon-! Go clear the tables, those students are filthy," the manager yells out as he passes, tossing a soiled cloth in his direction before sauntering off to deal with the head chef. There isn't much he can do besides nod hastily and hurry out into the dining area, picking up trash strewn across the tables along the way. The customers haven't started to pile in yet, but he does notice a lone male sitting by himself in one of the corner booths, and he takes it upon himself to introduce himself with a smile, pulling his notepad out of his apron pocket to take the other's order. "Hi, my name's Bobby and I'll be your server, have you had a chance to see our specials tonight?"

HB: Having plucked a menu off the side counter, Hanbin slides comfortably into an available sofa seat. It might appear lonesome for him to be there all on his own, but he’s done this a thousand times before. So he skims through the menu, as if something would appeal to him more than waffles could. From the corner of his eye, he catches one of the presumed servers coming by. Hanbin soon looks up at the greeter and flashes his most charming smile—curled in the way he knows most people like it, and just enough not to look fake or practiced. “Hey, Bobby~” He puts the menu down as he rests his chin against the palm of his hand. “Hmm, no, I haven’t. Do share.” He’s focused on nothing but Bobby’s face, but through the chipper mood, he’s most probably hiding all his exhaustion. It might be worse if he were a college student.

BB: the menu comes down to reveal a face - one that looks far too young to be anywhere near his age - and he quirks a brow. he's cute, but from the way those dark, almond shaped eyes sparkle playfully, he's positive the other knows it too. briefly he wonders if they attend school on the same campus; after all residence is just nearby and this is the closest diner in walking distance that's still close enough to rush back to class if ever the need arises. easily, he relaxes into a grin of his own and reaches for the now-stray menu laying on the table between them, tugging the corner of the laminated page closer as he bends his neck to trail a slender digit across the words. "here - half price wings today, and an additional soup for any dinner combo you order. oh - and all beer on tap for $5." he pauses, gives the kid a once-over, and reconsiders. "though... you don't exactly look like you're old enough for alcohol," he chortles, gaze returning to his notebook after a beat of silence.  "so. what'll it be?"

HB: The dark-haired brunet hums in consideration. Whether the server will care for his age or not, he decides to order a waffle, wings and beer combo. Hanbin is planning on walking around the campus for a bit afterwards, so he isn’t too concerned with what goes on in this establishment. He folds up the menu and offers it back to the server, companied by an easy smile and a proper ‘thank you’. He’s never been in favor of causing too much trouble anyway and probably has other tables to attend to. Once he’s gotten the chance to really make an observation, Hanbin finds himself start to appreciate the greasy look of the diner. It presents itself as a place well-lived. People have chosen to spend their precious time here, and suddenly he’s so hyper-aware that they’re not just non-playable characters in a video game. Not everyone will have a mission for him to take, and not everyone’s going to even bat an eye when he walks on by. That sort of thing helps him deal with eating alone when he looks out the window and see people walk in pairs or groups.

BB: "sure thing," he nods once after the order is finished, stuffing the wrinkled pages back into his apron before collecting the ketchup-stained menus from the table. before he leaves though, he turns to the other male and holds out a hand politely. "I'll need to see some ID though - yknow, too many students here and stuff," Jiwon shrugs, waiting for the brunette to pull out a crisp looking wallet and fish out his identification cards. the smile returned is knowing, and gracious, turning sharply on his heel to place the order via the machine by the kitchen entrance. even as he re-enters the kitchen he finds himself sneaking glances at the slender male sitting by the windows, observing the way the dark gaze remained concentrated on the action outside and the bustle of the campus night life. briefly he wonders if the strange familiarity is by mere coincidence or if they've somehow met before, so many faces lost in the sea of essays and textbooks. Jiwon knows his type; recognizes the easy smile behind concealed lips and the heart that lays underneath. he's a little mysterious, but it doesn't stop him from wanting to discover just a little more. the plate is hot to touch as he carries the waffles and basket of wings to the table, the ceramic meeting the table top with a dull 'thud' that easily captures the attention of the young customer before him. "you look kinda familiar... do you go to school on this campus too?"

HB: Eyes fall from the other’s face to the outstretched hand, and he knows he won’t be able to get away with the original order. A sly smile occupies his features now as he leans forward just slightly, “root beer, if you don’t mind.” He doesn’t try to emphasize any one word in favor of appearing like he’s correcting himself instead. Hanbin keeps himself preoccupied by the view outside, which soon travels to indoor people-watching. It’s always been comforting to hear other people talking amongst themselves and enjoying their lives in the more mundane of situations. There’s no point in switching his phone on only to be bombarded by friends back home, as well as those who have enrolled with him. As much as he would like to, he doesn’t try to contact his best friend either. For one reason or another, he’s not looking to party right now. But he expects them not to let it go during the next few days anyway. A ‘thank you’ slips past his lips automatically as soon as the food had been served. His facade is back up in a moment’s notice, from melancholy and lonesome to charming and playful. “Hmm, I don’t think so. But we can totally change that.” His body feels loose and happy, and ready to talk to a hundred people at once. “Maybe I will soon~” He grins gleefully. “I’m Hanbin.” He holds out a hand to shake since he knows first contact is always important.

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181024 | My Sweetest Dream

BB:  KKT; [1:05AM] kitten I can't sleep ㅠㅠ [1:05AM] please come snuggle me the bright glaring screen blinking back at him didn't help the restless male as he hit the 'send' button, hoping for the yellow '1' beside his messages to disappear as soon as possible; a signal that the other was awake in the other dorm and still willing to give him some late night cuddles. deeming the message not enough, Jiwon rolled over onto his back again and pulled the device near his lips, holding the 'voice message' button to record an annoying whine for his boyfriend to respond to. "yaaaaah~ Hanbinnie.... please come down and snuggle meeeee...."

HB: The last thing he remembers is a Kurzgesagt YouTube video playing beside him as he nods off into blissful slumber. Pitch black and refusing to open his eyes, he suddenly feels very aware of the warmth of his bed and the coolness of the parts of the pillow he hasn’t laid on. Hanbin is completely unaware of the time and reason he’s been awakened, but it only takes another few seconds of silence to start feeling the vibrations of his phone from under him. Reaching down, he realizes that he had slept on the device and wonders if he can simply ignore it. When a third vibration comes, he groans into his pillow and prepares himself for the inevitable blindness of the iPhone screen. Although it’s on night shift, it hurts his eyes nonetheless. ‘Jiwon’. He sloppily clicks his screen using his left hand and accidentally clicks ‘play’ on the voice message—and to his surprise, he was more forgiving than irritated. Hanbin replies through a voice note—however raspy it may sound—in favor of getting his message across quicker. 「 kkt : 0107AM 」 Seriously? ...why can’t you come here instead? I’m not wearing anything anyway.

BB: What comes in next isn't exactly what he expects, but it's not far off from the usual nature of the younger male anyway - they're quite used to inhabiting each other's beds and sharing their personal space, yes - but it's the first time that he's really feeling the lack of Hanbin's presence a lonely one. He can only chuckle lightly at the other's sleep-induced rasp in his whispers, an easy smile creeping into thin lips as he sits up and starts to pull a big hoodie over his head. It smells a little like Hanbin's favourite shampoo, the young rapper always favouring to snuggle in Jiwon's sweaters whenever convenient. It doesn't take him long to shuffle out of the flat and to the other floor, letting himself in with the shared key to be greeted by a washed out darkness, the tiny snores trickling past the thin walls of their bedrooms. His eyes adjust easily as he maneuvers himself around the space to locate Hanbin's room - he trips over far too many stuffed animals but soon enough he's standing over his boyfriend's mattress, watching as the younger stirred awake. "hey," he mumbles, leaning in to nuzzle his cheek. "sorry for waking you..."

HB: Unless Jiwon decides to reply right away or give any sort of indication that he would actually be coming, Hanbin would be free to head on back into dreamland. However, the thought quickly dawns on him and he realizes that he should at least give him the next fifteen minutes to come up. He lazily runs a hand through his hair to allow a bit of a better sight, even in the lampless bedroom. He debates whether or not to sit up but ends up shifting onto his back instead, and is presently facing the door with his eyes fluttered shut. Hanbin doesn’t notice time passing by, and he retains no dreams. At some point, he feels some warmth and the lingering scent of his own shampoo. “Jiwon? —No, it’s okay..” He pushes out in a mumble—immediately moving his position to grant the other some space to rest. Habits die hard, especially in his semi-conscious state. Hanbin gradually finds himself clinging onto the figure in a desperate attempt to warm up—both himself from the exposure and that of his boyfriend. “Are you okay?” He murmurs as he reaches out for his blankets again to thoroughly cover Jiwon.

BB: "yeah, it's me," he whispers, lest anyone else be startled awake due to his intrusion in the dorm, and without resistance slips into the covers to wriggle comfortably beside the other male. Hanbin's skin is warm, despite the bare expanse of his chest, and any other day Jiwon would be all for shamelessly ogling his body, or carefully worshipping his tattoos with butterfly soft kisses. they're far too sleepy for any of that, so he settles for curling a protective arm around the younger's middle, an adoring smile creeping into his lips once Hanbin turns over and tucks himself under Jiwon's chin. It's such a simple feeling, but a powerful one-- he loves nothing more than the sensation of having his boyfriend in his arms, his every little breath tickling at his neck like the cutest kind of sighs. "I'm okay-- are you warm enough? do you need my sweater?" even in his state they're both nothing but concerned for each other, doting and careful in ensuring their comfort. Once the blankets are wrapped tightly around them does he reach up to brush a lazy hand along the soft contours of Hanbin's cheekbones, pulling him into an easy goodnight kiss. "have I ever told you how beautiful you are?"

HB: Nothing about the pitch black expanse of the room feels very safe, but he easily gets carried away by the sound of Jiwon’s voice, so he thinks he’s okay. The air conditioner has been on the majority of the day prior, which only adds to the shiver that runs down his spine. “I’m great, darling.” He replies monotonously, although his shy smile says otherwise. It doesn’t take much longer to regain his warmth, shuffling his feet around to tangle up in Jiwon’s. Hanbin uses up whatever energy he has left to cling onto the older male’s figure as he lets out a content noise of approval. He feels Jiwon’s hand grazing his cheek and simply allowing it to happen without interruption. “Mhm,” He breathes out, “you’re beautiful.”

BB: the shiver doesn't get past him, of course, retreating fingers dancing along his spine in an effort to pull him closer, the natural curves of their bodies gravitating towards the other in a hunt for warmth while the silence continues to settle peacefully around them. "mkay, then sweet dreams, kitten," he hums just above a whisper, feeling the steady pulse of Hanbin's heartbeat thrumming under his own even as his slightly colder feet find Jiwon's. suddenly their toes are brushing, but it's so easy, as natural as they've always been, two souls falling into the synchronicity of one. the younger's lips part then, and he watches in awe; loves to see the movement of the soft flesh speaking the most beautiful words he's ever experienced. "... am I? and how so, Kim Hanbin?" his hand slows gradually on his back and he allows the room for thought, nothing interrupting their moment. "tell me how."

HB: A soft yawn carries out of him as he settles in place more comfortably. If it were any other person, it couldn’t possibly be this simple. And for a brief moment, he thinks that he should make it a habit to go over to his boyfriend’s bedroom—just so he can relive this content feeling over and over again. He doesn’t want it to end, even as he whispers ‘goodnight’ like he’s done countless times before, but it truly is a good night. It’s possible that he’s been dazing off every few seconds, because he always only catches a couple words at a time. He hears a question and he hears a name, his name. Then he feels vaguely aware of his hair tickling his ears, so he reaches up to move it. Subsequently, he lets out a sigh. ‘I suppose you won’t let me sleep until I’ve said something.’ He doesn’t know if he’s said it out loud, or it’s stayed in his head. “Your brown eyes seem to twinkle. I see myself in them sometimes, and get lost in them all the same. Your nose crinkles when you laugh, and sometimes you snort, but it’s funny and I like your laugh a lot.” He rambles on like he’s trying to figure out his next song, and his boyfriend is, yet again, the main subject.

BB: even the satiated little sigh that follows Hanbin's yawn reminds him just how much he loves and wants to protect him-- the natural instinct of the sweet whispers that curl around his heartstrings and squeezes in just the right way to keep him ever so infatuated with the younger boy. without thinking he leans in to press a sweet kiss to flat of the other's forehead, nosing carefully along his brow bone and down to his plump, chiseled cheeks. There's a beat of thoughtful silence and for a moment he thinks the dark-haired male has already succumbed to sleep, but eventually the soft, raspy voice does come, and the words that follow bring Jiwon to a whole new turmoil of emotion. He's speechless until Hanbin's words fade into level breaths again, and he finds himself searching for words like his boyfriend hasn't already said the best of them. "I love you," he whispers instead, caressing a thumb across the underside of the other's chin. "You're perfect because you complete me."

-finished-

[bixbobbynet]

181022 | Birthday Bin

BB: "... one and only, fuckin one and only..." the heavy bass of his alarm blares in his ear, the male turning away with an incoherent grunt at the sudden noise that was obstructing his slumber. with one eye cracked open he rubs a hand down his face, features exhausted in all the ways of an overworked idol, and blearily shuts off the app on his phone. ever since they had moved into separate dorms, he's definitely had a harder time sleeping without Hanbin in his bed; the warm presence he craved to have wrapped in his strong arms once again. once he finally got himself awake enough to stare at the bright white numbers sitting innocently at the corner of his screen, he sits up - no wonder he's up so early today - it's a very important date and he'd never forgive himself for making it any less than perfect. the next five minutes passed in a blur as he jogged to the bathroom, splashed water over sleepy eyes, stuck a toothbrush in his mouth and pulled out his phone to send his leader a kakao message. 

[ txt > kitten ] Hanbin-ah!!!! it's your birthday, why are you not awake ㅠㅠ [ txt > kitten ] get dressed and meet me in the lobby when you get this!!

HB: Hanbin knows now when to turn the sound down—dim the lights and let his eyes rest. The bedroom he awakes in is void of personality and light. It takes him a few blinks to really get his eyes to open just as his ringtone plays softly by his right ear, accompanied by aggressive vibrations. ‘Forgot to leave it on silent mode again’. The messages he receives are no different; lathered with exclamation marks and excitement. He replies in his groggy state that he would be right down. How long? He hadn’t a clue. Disheveled dark brown hair is soon styled down in a proper curly fringe. Fresh out of the shower, he’s dressed in an ash grey sweater, navy blue trousers, pair of cream white air max and black hipster glasses. It only registers once he’s halfway down the elevator, fixing his curls through the metallic reflection. ‘It’s my birthday’. For the first time in years, he has the opportunity to do nothing and anything all at once—and the mere realization that he’s starting it off with Jiwon sets him off into a giddy high.

BB: somehow with every year that passes they both get a little more forgetful-- but one thing for sure is that they'd never forgo the opportunity to spend more time alone with each other, the personal space being of such rare commodity as it was. being the early bird of the two it only means that he usually has a few minutes more to ready and style himself - his personal fashion of which caused Hanbin's constant dismay - but even he knows to clean up a little better for a day like this. he keeps his ash silver fringe pulled back, the long locks now grown past his eyes that he grooms with just enough product, so the younger male can still run his gentle digits through it, as he so desires. he shrugs a casual blazer over the collar of his pressed tee, dark denim skinnies accentuating robust thighs that even he approves of in his reflection. this early in the morning there aren't too many people in the lobby - he peeks over the ticking hands of his watch and sees that Hanbin should be arriving shortly, making sure to duck around the corner to catch him where he'll be exiting the elevator, bouncing excitedly on the balls of his feet. surely enough, in another twenty seconds the elevator doors pull open to reveal the birthday boy looking as fresh and as delicate as ever; the affectionate tugs in his heart don't rival the wide stretch of his lips that he flashes at the other. "happy birthday baby," he greets the younger easily with a peck, hand slipping into his without hesitation. "you look so good."

HB: Clear and fine, he’s met with his cheerful bunny straight out of the elevator. Jiwon’s smile is contagious to a fault—laidback and pure, reliable in seemingly any situation, with eyes naturally wrinkling into crescents—and probably the cutest one he’s ever had the pleasure to witness. It’s just so easy to stand there and stare at how his lips curve up and reveal those pearly whites. “Thank you, sweetie.” He says finally, accompanied by his own smile that vastly lacks in performance. “If I didn’t know any better, I would think you came to your senses.” His eyes travel down and, on the way, truly notice how well Jiwon has dressed for the occasion. Despite being in the dark over where they would be spending the day together, it’s gladdening to know that his boyfriend seems to have put some effort into this. The hand closest to Jiwon travels up behind his shoulder and rests comfortably atop. “So where’s my favorite fella taking me today?” He asks gently, smile sweet and unwavering.

BB: if there's one thing for certain, Jiwon will never take for granted the waves that a single smile from Hanbin ruptures in him; the bashful, barely-there quirk of the plushest lips he's ever experienced and the one he vows to love the most. He's said it before - his heart never stood a chance against the smile of the younger male, seven years down the road and he only finds himself deeper enamoured by the day. He should be so lucky that Hanbin chose /him/, of everyone in the world, of all the beautiful, charming people Hanbin deserves, Jiwon is fortunate to love him. Even the pet names the leader chooses are particularly endearing, but then again - Jiwon never had the will to argue when everything the younger does is beautiful. He laughs then, at his next words, short but sharply, happiness squeezing into the slender curves of his eyes before acknowledging it with a nod. "You do know better. And maybe I did... for one day I want to be your perfect prince charming." and of course, his signature cackle follows, though he knows Hanbin doesn't mind it, and extends an arm to just nestle against the curve of his hip, fingers splayed across his lower back. "/Well/, I was thinking... since we finally have all the time in the world, I want to take you shopping. And then we'll eat nearby... and then you'll just have to wait for the rest!" A confident nod precedes his move to step away and hold out a hand, digits wriggling in Hanbin's direction as if to signal their departure. "Shall we?"

HB: Sometimes, Jiwon can get particularly annoying. But today, right at this moment, he can’t quite remember those times. The very delighted boy with brown locks hovering over his vision, and in the closest proximity deemed appropriate for their level of public spaces, looks down at his shoes to hide the faintest of red shades. Hanbin has been out here in the lobby, standing around with his dearest boyfriend, for approximately five minutes and he’s promptly hoping that the sun never sets again. He looks up to respond, “Prince Charming, huh?” He reaches up to touch Jiwon’s chest, lightly ironing the shirt with his free hand. “We’ll see.” He states promiscuously. Hanbin gives Jiwon his full attention and he certainly does not regret it. Although he has most definitely cut back on his shopping, he is easily persuaded into the idea of comfy, new hoodies and a possible new figurine. He gets why they’re so pricey. But they look nice and he’s out to support his favorite artists, just as their fans care to do with them. Hanbin lets a giggle leave his lips and nods softly in approval. “I love it. Let’s do it.” He raises an amused brow at the gesture, and his smile never ceases—He’s far too happy to give out any other expression. “We shall.” He plays along, takes his hand and muffles another giggle.

BB:  the warmth that settles on his chest is a shy one, the gentle touch representing everything that is Hanbin and the ever-present love he has for Jiwon; all the forgiveness, all the unconditional affections. B.I on stage may be a force to be reckoned with, but when he's just Kim Hanbin, all mickey mouse shoes and too-large sweaters that hang over his fingers, Jiwon can't help but to feel a little soft for him. He's perfect, and wholeheartedly his.  "you just wait and see," he teases back with a chortle as his own, slightly callused hand grasps at the other, using the leverage to lean in and press a kiss to his boyfriend's cheek. "okay, let's go. I'll drive." As soon as they round the back exit of the building and step into the parking lot where his borrowed car is ready and waiting, there's a sense of pride when Hanbin buckles himself in and he settles in behind the wheel, hearing the roar of the engine rumble to life beneath him. he glances over; steals one last peek at the birthday boy who's currently all bright eyes and excited smiles. "do you want coffee first, kitten?" there's a destination in their horizons but they're in no hurry to get there, and for one day he wants to enjoy this date like they deserve to, just a normal couple on a normal day out together. the roads are fairly calm today as they're cruising down the freeway, the wind dancing in Hanbin's loose waves from where it trickles through the opened window. "today is all about you, okay? we can do anything you want and I'll buy you whatever you want, as long as you're happy."

HB: Hanbin feels light. It’s almost like gravity itself can’t bring him down from this high. He’s staring over at Jiwon more than he would be out the window like any other day. The warm feeling in his chest is a strange one—he almost panics at the foreignness of it. “Perhaps, hot chocolate?” He responds laggardly. Clearly, his head is in the nonexistent clouds today. Jiwon offers him the beautiful opportunity of getting whatever he so desires, but all he can think about now is how precious this moment is. One hand on the wheel, the other on the gear shift while his chiseled jawline shows clear as day. Hanbin almost wants to lean in and leave a string of soft kisses on his jawline, only to travel down to the exposed flesh of Jiwon’s neck. It may be his birthday, but perhaps getting to do that would be an equally as brilliant present for him, too. At some point, he recalls nodding. He isn’t quite listening anymore; all caught up in his own fantasies. But then he feels Jiwon’s fingers on his and he realizes that it really isn’t some fictional love story—he’s living in it. “I’m happy with you.” He says before he thinks. It’s only moments later, when his heart rate is calmer and he’s much more aware, when he speaks again. “Where are we heading to shop?”

BB: "You got it," a playful salute follows the confident grin that Jiwon manages to return in the brief moment that they're cruising slowly in traffic, eyes locked with Hanbin's and all the wordless love in the world shared in that single second between the two. "There's a new café that just opened up nearby, actually-- I think you'll like it a lot." he really would do anything to make his boyfriend happy; would leap and bound across universes if it meant he could put a smile on those pillowy lips. the stereo only slightly alters the comfortable air of silence, a thoughtful mix of his favourite hip hop tracks that Hanbin had put together for him once as an anniversary gift. it's his favourite, and perhaps one of the best presents he's ever received-- and he remembers that in their relationship, despite the rough patches, love in the end will always be enough. /Hanbin/ will be enough. the pressure that squeezes into his palm with a docile warmth tears him out of his momentary reverie and the words that come out of the younger makes his heart fall out of his chest all over again, the intense rush of adrenaline that puts the words "in love" deeper in his mind, and he can't help but blush a pretty crimson. "And I, you, kitten... you're all I've ever needed." the quaint, quiet café soon comes into view as he slowly lets the car shudder to a stop into the parking spot, hopping out of his side to cross over where he pulls the door open for the other male. "well... after we get us some coffee and hot chocolate, we're going out to myeongdong- it's gonna be sweet!! ah Hanbin-ah, thank you for being born. But first!" here Jiwon grabs for his hand excitedly, tugging him along to the greenery-lined entrance. "lookie here... welcome to Paradise~"

HB: The mixture of the car’s air conditioning, hip-hop music blaring out of the speakers, and Jiwon’s voice is more than enough for him. His soft brown locks that flow over his eyes don’t even bother him when he has to catch himself from smiling so much. Hanbin looks out the window as his hand squeezes into the other’s. Perhaps, he’d seen his boyfriend blush at his words, but he had then looked away from his own self-awareness. “Y-Yeah, it’ll be great.” He spews. “The cafe, I mean. I trust you.” He says, clarifying. Hanbin sees Jiwon move before he even unclasps his seatbelt. ‘Is he for real right now?’ He huffs out as he shakes his head. “You’re really going for that Prince Charming role, huh?” He’s trying to stop a giggle from escaping him but then his attention is quickly shifted to the establishment itself. “You’re kidding..” Hanbin stands out in the sidewalk pavement in awe as he looks into the cafe, filled with flowers and plants of all sorts—although most are hidden in the ceiling. It’s claustrophobic, in a way, but probably described as cozy to others. He soon finds himself staring and turning back to his boyfriend as they enter. “Am I in a romcom? No one informed me that I was dating such a cliché.” He steals a quick peck on the lips right before he slides into a booth—a table near the back, but just as bright and closer to the bushes.

BB: "of course I am," he answers confidently as he awaits the familiar grip of Hanbin's hand and the fingers that thread into the spaces between his own, an awed silence befalling the younger once they approach the entrance. he glances over warmly, waiting with baited breath - he'd wanted for so long to have an opportunity like this, it almost doesn't feel real. "so... what do you think? is it too much? we don't have to stay, we'll just be right out and-" there isn't much more to say than to finally check out the establishment, and the younger isn't listening anymore when Jiwon finds himself trailing automatically behind, having been his first time as well. the barista greets them with a polite smile as soon as they enter, though his eyes easily find Hanbin's again when he's addressed, his lips meeting the other's in a soft kiss. they're all smiles as soon as they slip into their seats and peer at the menu, ultimately finding himself staring at his boyfriend instead, his heart flipping happily at the thought of their day. "anything you want to eat here?"

HB: Hanbin leans against the cushion only to straighten once more. His eyes are wandering through the ceiling and overall decor of the cafe while still managing to pay attention to Jiwon. “Uhm, fries. No burger, maybe a ham and cheese sandwich.” He circles back to meet the other’s eyes and smiles a little brighter. “Unless they only really serve Korean food, in which case, a chicken and rice porridge is fine with me.” He tilts his head with his full attention towards his boyfriend. “What would you like, darling?” Even though he probably shouldn’t be staring, he eventually catches himself and lets his view fall to the menu between them. He reaches over to hold onto Jiwon’s index finger as his legs sway underneath the table. “Oh hey, how’s your family doing? You’re gonna be an uncle any day now~”

BB:  "someone's hungry," he remarks with a breathy laugh, wandering gaze having long abandoned the thin decorated menu in favour of enjoying Hanbin's growing smile with every new thing he observes. "from the looks of it, it's more upscale western fast food and pastries than anything... so ham sandwich it is..." curiously, he prods at the single rose sitting in a jar in the centre of the table - it's more out of amusement before he circles around his boyfriend's smaller digits, flipping across the booklet quickly to search for the drink section and easily deciding on good selection for the both of them. only when the waitress approaches them does he pull away to order, making sure she had Hanbin's food first before requesting an iced latte for himself and an oreo mille crepe cake for the both of them to share. as she walks away after a quick dip of her head, Jiwon smoothly returns his attention to the younger as he locks his ankles gently into the swaying pair, extending both hands to graze loving brushes across Hanbin's knuckles. spending time like this is always a source of his best comfort - the soft, ever-understanding eyes and the sweetest voice when it's directed at him. "ah~ they're all so excited! baby Raon is going to come so soon, I don't know if I'm ready... but I do know I'm going to dedicate my life to that child. Jiun deserves to be happy, he's so nervous these days. You have to come meet him when he's born, Bin-ah."

HB: Rather than maintaining his childlike wonder over the interior decoration—and figuring out whether the plant on his left-hand side is a ranunculus or a peony, or perhaps it’s just a purple rose—he gazes back to the person in front of him. Hanbin is soon met with an abrupt stop of his swinging feet and truthfully, Jiwon doesn’t need that to capture his attention. However, in turn, that results in his fingers fidgeting between themselves and the other’s. The hands he holds are slightly coarser than his own, but familiar and comfortable all the same. Noticeably, the elder male breaks out into a joyous fit, which consequently causes his heart to burst with happiness. He’s always admired how loving and thoughtful his boyfriend was, and how he’ll always put his family first. “Oh, I absolutely can’t wait to meet baby Raon. I hope Jeeyoung noona will be alright, and the delivery will go smoothly.” No matter how he sees it, he can’t be more excited than Jiwon is in that moment. It’s just a shame that he might not be in Korea during the deliverance. “Don’t spoil the child rotten, okay? I doubt he even has teeth yet.” His sentence falls short as he briefly drops his head from the embarrassment of his own joke. “I’ll make sure you’ll have some off time to go home and meet your family. The concerts are relentless.”

BB: Every quirk that belongs to his boyfriend is nothing new, anymore - still welcome, all the same, but fascinating to see how easily Hanbin shifts his attention to the warmth between the tangling digits of their hands. Jiwon knows better than to stop it so he simply smiles and observes, letting the soft pads of the younger's fingers explore the new and old ridges of his palms.

Their excitement is one and the same when the sentiment is shared regarding the arrival of a new family member; they're both so involved in each other's lives at this point that Jiwon's family has easily accepted Hanbin as their own. "I hope so too. Jiun took a week off work to watch her closely and make sure she's resting properly... this close to the delivery she should be on bed rest." He laughs at the next words, grin splitting his lips as usual as the earnest mirth finds its way to soulful eyes. "Heh, I just hope I'm ready for this... the kid really deserves a good mentor--... do you think he'll like me?" the two settle into a silence, briefly interrupted by the server as she brings around their food and beverages, and his eyes immediately move for the fork wrapped neatly beside the dessert plate. "I'll be fine... I'm more worried about you, baby - I know you haven't been sleeping and I need you to."

HB: Unlike his recording room persona, he listens more intently. There’s so much to consider with a new baby around, and it brings him back to 15-year-old Hanbin trying to make sure he can do his little sister proud. He had barely enough time to spend with her then, and he was going to try his darnedest to make sure Jiwon doesn’t get the same treatment with his nephew. Family is thankfully much closer now, and far more accessible in general, so it shouldn’t be too hard.

Looking Jiwon right in the face is difficult sometimes, considering how serious his words can be. But he does it anyway as he speaks. “You’ll be the best uncle, mentor, best friend, anything the kid needs, ever. And even if you aren’t, the fact that you genuinely care so much makes you far more deserving of it than anyone else.” Then he fades back to Jiwon’s lips, or hair, or anything other than his eyes, because it gives off the same illusion and attention without being so intimate.

Hanbin’s quickly frozen in place, but he’s not new to the whole idea of it. He works hard and he knows that he needs more rest, but with the outcomes of this year, it’s a strange feeling to simply lay on his own bed. “Hey, no. It’s okay.” He forces out a short laugh. “Just trying to make sure we aren’t jobless, yaknow?” He looks down immediately after, and thankfully food is now served and he can distract himself with it.

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170630 | Gradually

HB: After a long day at practice, he figured that he would relax for a couple hours. And by that, he meant watching a drama he had yet to get into. Yunhyeong could forever spoil several for him, but he wasn’t going to give him the chance to. “Cheer Up, High Society, Oh My Venus..” Hanbin scrolled through his watch list and sighed, until he reached one. “Strong Woman Bongsoon. Of course.” He pressed play before he pulled up the covers, fluffed his pillows and readied himself comfy.

BB: at the end of an exhausting day, there was nothing more he wanted than to drench himself in a hot shower before tucking in and curling up with his fiance. as he trudged down the hall he could already feel the tension in his muscles relaxing under the warm pelting water, the toned back of hanbin just in front of him and– dear god, he needed a nap. the dorm smelled of microwaved leftovers and laundry detergent when he finally pulled open the door and let himself in; save for the faint sound of a movie playing from one of the rooms it was relatively quiet in the deserted space. “B? I’m home,” he called out, hoping for a response when he didn’t see the other male in the living room or jiwon’s room, where he usually slept. “binnie–” the rapper paused in his trails when he caught sight of the younger lounged against his pillows, engrossed in his laptop screen. “hey, babe… am I interrupting?” 

HB: The first episodes of anything were usually the most eventful, he would say. They provide some sort of motivation for the rest of the story’s plot lines. Though they aren’t his favorites, he still had to sit through it for an hour or so. And good news was that it was almost over. “Park Hyungsik’s character is really cocky..” He whispered as he reached out of his blankets to open the next episode.

The young rapper felt like a little kid being burrito-ed in his own blankets. But it was comfortable and warm, so he couldn’t care less. He heard someone call out and he answered with a relatively loud “yes!” but didn’t bother to pay it much mind afterwards. Hanbin was too fixated on the fact that this young, twenty-four year old was already a CEO at one of the most popular online video games out there. In the drama, at least. “Uh..” An informal way of responding someone older than him. He didn’t exactly see who he was talking to, though, which was worse.

BB: the grin that found its way into his lips upon recognition of the other male’s voice was a relieved one, and he found himself immediately trailing towards the source of the sound as tired fingers grip tighter at a loosened strap on his backpack. there was no other response when he turned the corner, and he was mostly prepared to be taking his shower alone later on. regardless, he paused at the younger’s doorway for a brief moment before offering a smile out of fatigue, sturdy frame leaning heavily against the wall.

the simple word in addressing came unexpected, however, as the male raised a mildly surprised brow - they were past the rules of formality, of course, but it was unlike hanbin to be so dismissive. all this time his fiancé had yet to lift his gaze or properly acknowledge him, and he figured the other was far more invested in the current scene playing out on screen than what was happening in the entrance of his bedroom. “guess you’re busy, huh–? I’m going to take a quick shower babe, do you want to come with?”

HB: Scenes came and went. Hanbin’s mind was dug deep into the show and could very well have imagined the following scenes without watching. He quickly brought his blanket up to his mouth to cover a yawn then gasped at the next move by the protagonist. “Rude-” He furrowed his brows and scoffed in disgust, as if it would translate to the actual characters.

His leg was swinging back and forth as he continued to watch on. One normally didn’t have to think while watching anything and simply get pulled along to the storyline. He, almost immediately, stopped moving and looked up as he heard his fiancé speak up. Hanbin’s eyes were a bit watery and were widened by facing up; he almost looked childish. “No, thanks. You can go wash up.” He stated softly as his eyes slowly drifted back to his screen. “There’s some food from earlier on the table, if you’re hungry.” Dismissive yet again. The younger bundled up a bit tighter afterwards as he suddenly felt a chill. It was hard enough to pull away from the screen since he already felt like he had missed very important character development, and quite possibly inside jokes.

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170423 | A Little Nonsensical

HB: ( ｀he lays comfortably on the recording studio's couch, aimlessly turning a pen in his right hand. he stares at the ceiling for a good two seconds before he turns to see the you tuning your guitar. for a moment, he wonders where it came from, then presumes back to staring at the ceiling, which instead of a smooth white was styrofoam designed to air out unwanted sounds ) hey, jiwon.. if you could blow yourself, you would, right? then you wouldn't need me to anymore.

BB: [` it's a comfortable day, mainly silent given a breezy Sunday morning and it being warm enough for ice cream and shopping- which, he's certain hanbin will ask for sometime later in the evening. the male in question had just stepped away from his piano and he seems at ease, for once, left hand tucked beneath his head and jiwon has to smile at the sight. he twirls lazily in his chair, guitar nestled in his lap as he picks at each string to adjust the pitch. he reaches for the A peg; winces when he twists in the wrong direction and slowly strums it back to a smooth vibrato. he's just about finished, the last E string always just a little bit fussy. it's probably time to get his strings replaced. glancing up at the sound of his name, he perks a brow, the action soon turning into a look of confusion] I... mean.. yeah, probably for fun but I'm sure it'd still hurt to bend my neck like that everyday... plus- you're much better... and kinder, to jiwon jr. [` he winks, then burst out laughing, before settling the guitar back between his legs] why, where is this coming from?

HB: ( ｀the pen in his hand stopped moving and he turned to face the other yet again. this time, though, they're both met with baffled expressions ) I'm kinder to Jiwon jr.? What is that supposed to mean? ( ｀he quirks a brow, probably similar to how they reacted to his question. he must admit, it's a rather ridiculous one indeed, but he found himself curious ) Wait- ( ｀he shoots up, letting his one arm carry his weight ) You jack off everyday? I- I never.. Catch you- Do you do it in shower then? ( ｀he leans back down, slightly resigned from his own question now ) No.. We shower with each other frequently.. ( ｀he lays back down but this time, his left arm rests across his stomach and the other tapping his pen on his lips ) Do you jack off beside me while I'm still asleep in the morning then?

BB: [` he shrugged, as if his answer should've been the most obvious thing in the world ] iunno... just- like.. yknow-- you do things to it that i'd... probably feel weird about. [` his idle fingers tickle along the instrument's fret board as he thinks, gaze averted more out of his flustered state at having still not quite processed the question] heh.. sleeping beside you isn't easy, you know. especially not when you like to sleep all pressed up against me- what am I supposed to do? [` a look of genuine concern on his features, lips twisted into an indignant pout, he grumbles under his breath with a somewhat defeated look ] no... not every day... but almost every day...? mostly just in the mornings... to deal with that very prominent morning wood my dreams about you seem to put me in.

HB: ( ｀he sucks on the tip of the pen lightly, still in deep thought. he doesn't even understand why he's so caught up on the topic, but he is ) Weird.. ( ｀he changes position to have his entire body facing the other, hugging his opened notebook against his chest. his eyes and ears are at full attention to his fiancé' words, whether he understands them or not. he almost wants to laugh, laugh away without a care in the world because everything about this conversation is nonsensical, and the look on the other's face is far too good. he almost wants to video record this. he smiles then, as if he's heard everything that he wanted to hear. but in fact, he just really liked flustered jiwon ) Can you tell me about your dreams?

BB: [` chuckling, he leans forward to let go of his guitar, placing it aside so he doesn't kick it upon getting up. his chair rotates slightly as he leaves it, opting to perch himself on the arm rest just by your head, one leg crossed casually over the other] why is it weird? would you rather me just take over and you not touch me ever again? [` there's a teasing lilt to his tone, obviously, but he's far more amused in the other's reaction, eyes trained on hanbin's concentrated looks of contemplation. one arm thrown over the back of the couch, he purses his lips and lets his gaze drift to the ceiling] what do you mean? like what kinds of things i dream about you doing?

HB: ( ｀he sighs softly and closes his eyes ) I was repeating after you, dumbass ( ｀he peeks an eye out to see that the other had moved on closer to him, which results in him slightly pressing up against the sofa. he gives the question a good thought too though, and he doesn't like it ) of course I wanna touch you. even my subconscious wants to touch you, everywhere, at any time ( ｀he started clean but ended up expanding on his desires. he can only mentally slap himself and keep his eyes hidden with his left hand now, kind of embarrassed to look at jiwon at the moment ) yaknow-- dreams. weird dreams, nostalgic dreams, wet dreams, nonsensical dreams, drama-like dreams- anything you remember.. ( ｀he brings his left hand from his face to his chest as he gives up hiding, staring at both his fiancé and the ceiling ) okay I'll start- I once had a dream that there was an orgy at the swimming pool and you were naked on a floating bed thing.. I don't know, sun bathing? With sunglasses on.

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170422 | I want to be your ecstasy [AU]

BB: it used to be so good, such a perfect union of two personalities, so carefree and so full of zest for the exhilaration of uncovering the world before them. they had everything; the entire universe was at their fingertips and together, they knew they could conquer all.but that all seemed too far away, too faint of a memory in their past. he couldn't fathom the same kind of vigor he used to feel. it was okay, though, he was comfortable- he had hanbin, and he had substances to keep him going, especially when the days got rough.he sat around the house for the most part, went out when he needed to and hanbin was willing enough to provide for the both of them, now that he had gotten a decent raise.their balcony fared well for his smoke breaks outdoors, waiting for his boyfriend to come home, and they could have dinner as usual, then tucking into a movie before they went off to bed. he was too tired most days to do much else, but he was insistent on finding time to spend with the other."babe, can you get me another beer?" the door to the balcony had just slid open behind him and he turned, a lazy half-smile directed at hanbin as the breeze combed into his hair. the thin tuiles of white smoke that escaped from his lips dissipated into the air as he spoke. the other returned quickly with an ice cold bottle just as he paused to take a stretch, accepting it to take a swig before laying back in his lawn chair. the other male joined him on the other seat opposite him, and jiwon parts from his burning cigarette long enough to flick the ashes off, giving his boyfriend a once-over. "long day at work?"

HB: Days got long and much more boring. He didn't have much of a choice in where he worked, but it wasn't as bad as people may think either. There was always that temporary feeling of happiness. It wasn't in any way addicting, but it was just uplifting. As an animal caretaker at the shelter, sure, he's seen animals who never came back. Those he took great lengths to take care of. But it's been done so many times. He didn't think he had the heart for it. Hanbin always fell back on the idea that even if work's this depressing, he'd always have the comfort of his boyfriend when he came home. He would forget his troubles and see to it that he woke up and went to work again the next day. The apartment always needed cleaning, needed repainting, needed appliances to be fixed. He did the majority of it whenever he had time to spare. Hanbin couldn't pin point a solid reason for living in such conditions, but Jiwon was in there somewhere, he was sure. It was always good when he was with Jiwon. A small sigh escaped him as he handed the other the beverage. He pulled the other chair out a bit for him to sit down. It looked rather pretty in that moment. They were sitting together, watching the sun go down. The sky was a perfect blend of pink, blue and orange. There was some construction work down below, but he aired it out. He just barely got passed it on the way home without people questioning him if he really lived there. Anyway, they should be finishing up soon enough and he might be able to get to sleep faster. "Kind of.. I'm okay." Hanbin replied, not even trying to hide that he was physically and mentally drained. But Jiwon never noticed, or bothered to. Hanbin didn't mind. "What'd you do all day?" Besides smoking and eating, that was. Hanbin left the apartment early, just like every morning, so he left out sleep. He hasn't exactly eaten anything that day either, unless you could consider a mars bar anything nutritious. "Did the post man come over?" He really didn't want to hear that he did, because that meant they were going to be bills. The raise really helped, though, but he still didn't want to face it. Hanbin barely even knew what his boyfriend spent his money on either since he always went for groceries.

BB: sometimes he'd make dinner, when he felt like it, when he wasn't too busy lounging in front of the tv or messing around on his phone, or playing video games. he had been feeling somewhat more tired and stressed lately, the evident strain in their relationship not helping in the slightest. weekends were no different, for the most part, unless the both of them had time to spare to take a stroll to the park, or go to the mall for a short trip. otherwise hanbin liked to stick to his friends, and jiwon himself preferred his alone time if his friends didn't make any plans that day. when his boyfriend went to work he spent the mornings sleeping in, just before he got up to have his late lunch and a coffee. he watched the other male for a while; noticed the slowly darkening eye bags on that alabaster skin he was so familiar with. work got stressful and he knew that, but hanbin never complained so he never brought it up. the cool touch of the glass rim as he raised it to his lips felt too refreshing in the warm summer air, and he's reminded again that he should be content. he set the bottle in his lap and exhaled audibly again, eyes squinting slightly against the slowly setting sun. it was gorgeous, and they had the best view in the city. "you can tell me, you know. if you're tired." most thoughts of conversation got lost to the wind, their silences more appreciated in the tense bouts that ensued when words were rather expressed. at hanbin's words he shrugged, the burning stick in his hand too intriguing at the moment as he caught it between his lips. inhale, exhale. "not much, went out for a bit... noticed the pantry was short on instant ramen," was all he cared to say before he took one last drag and tossed the cigarette butt, crushing it under his heel. "oh yeah i grabbed the mail. flyers, mostly... i think there's something in there for you." with a resigned sigh he stood, scooting back in his chair to pull open the door. "did you eat? i made food."

HB: Hanbin threw his head back, even though the seat wasn't tall enough to aid it. His view changed from the sky to the ceiling. It was far too worn out. It wasn't just the thin wood threatening to peel off, but also the visibly yellow stain from his boyfriend's many breaks. He was feeling too weak to say much else, and he rarely ever complained about anything. At least not to Jiwon, that is. "I'm tired.." He answered simply. "I like this though." Hanbin fluttered his eyes closed for a moment, just a brief, undisturbed moment, and it was nice. Silence cut short by the talk of instant ramen. Hanbin smiled for some reason. It was probably a mix of bewilderment and astonishment. It had been a long while since he heard something like that. He propped his head back upright and faced Jiwon. "Thanks." He watched him as he finished his cigarette, and semi-disposed of it. He never really minded how he did it. "You made food, too?" He was overawed. "Yeah.. Please." He felt his stomach twist instead of grumble, and that was nothing new, but he never got used to that feeling. He supposed that it was about time to head in then. The sun was moments from disappearing, and his favorite show was about to start, presumably if it didn't get cancelled or postponed. He heard that it was baseball season and the playoffs were soon from June. He wasn't into sports, per se, but he was dating a player. Hanbin snorted at the thought and got up to go in. He headed for the remote on the coffee table, but it was apparently in between the cushions of the couch. He turned the television on, and it was indeed the baseball game. He fled for the kitchen after a deep sigh and took whatever food was made for him. He couldn't remember the last time Jiwon cooked, though. He couldn't remember if it was any good, if he had the tendency to burn it, or maybe just undercook it. He knew he liked things salty, though, so that might just be all there is to it.

BB: he wiped stray ashes from his fingers on his loose basketball shorts, nudging the plastic chair aside in favour of shaking his fringe back in his eyes - his roots were growing out again, having long been overdue for a trim. he doesn't bother to look back for the other as he walked back into the apartment, the dry musk of stale cigarette smoke still hanging in the air. the two of them only managed to pass by their small kitchen as he gestured to the pot and the single pan on the stove, not offering much more dialogue than "it's on the stove," the leftover half he'd conserved for hanbin from whatever he found digging in the freezer. as per habit, his first destination was the couch as he kicked off his slippers and lounged across the cushioned seat, feet propped up on the glass coffee table in front of him. the tv was flicked on with a click of the remote and then all else was drowned out, his eyes trained on the bright, flickering images on the screen. he saw hanbin start to eat, out of the corner of his eye, not really caring whether or not his food tasted all that great- it was food all the same, anyway. attention back on the program, a basketball game tonight, he twirled his lighter aimlessly in his fingers, his foot tapping gently to a soundless rhythm. turning up the volume slightly, he dropped the remote beside him and let his gaze slide over to his slowly chewing boyfriend. "you wanna watch the game?"

HB: Hanbin was so rarely at home, let alone in the kitchen. He hadn't a clue where the food would be. All he knew was the routine of cooking something quick up and plating then washing, but even then, he was probably only half-awake whenever he cooked. When the other informed him of the stove, he almost face palmed, thinking himself ignorant. But he was too tired to even do that much. "Right.. Thanks." He turned and took the half-eaten ramen broth off the stove and onto the counter. He leaned on the counter momentarily as his vision got blurry and he thought, for a moment, that he had vertigo. 'Or maybe low blood sugar? I should really eat..' He thought, and even there, in the safety of his mind, he couldn't fake his exhaustion. He couldn't lie to himself. He took out a pair of chopsticks from the cabinet and started eating right out of the pot. Cold. There wasn't a taste to it. It was simply cold. Gas was too expensive, so he gave up the thought of heating it. There wasn't much 'broth' left either to work with. So he continued slowly. He didn't want to eat now, but he knew he had to. He had to eat now, get rid of the pain in his stomach, stop from trying to throw up the noodles and go take a shower. 'I really want to vomit..' He started inhaling the strong smell of smoke, or was it just the burner fluid from that lighter of his.. Frankly, he didn't know, and he didn't want to complain. The younger forced down a swallow, and looked up to see that the other had been watching the game this entire time. 'I don't wanna do this..' He set his chopsticks down and stared at it for the next two seconds. It was food. He had to eat. He hadn't eaten at all the whole day. "Uh.. Game? Yeah.. Sure.." He silently groaned as he stretched out before he proceeded to consume the rest of the noodles, including whatever broth was left, in a more hurried manner. Done. He washed the pot and chopsticks, even though he probably should've left it to soak overnight. He was going to regret that later, but he didn't care in that moment. Hanbin held in a burp, or was it a potential puke? He didn't know. He held onto his stomach as he took a glass of water and headed over to the couch. Jiwon didn't look very content, but he wasn't complaining. He didn't look very happy, but he supposed that that was what the nicotine was for. Hanbin gently seated himself beside Jiwon, although not as close as usual due to his stomach pains. "A-Are you going anywhere tomorrow?" He realized his stutter and went to fetch the unfolded blanket on the other chair, wrapping it around himself. He felt like he had a fever, but for now, he was just going to pretend he was cold and stuttered.

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170413 [AU]

BB: It was as if just yesterday that they were two happily married love birds, spending quiet evenings and lazy weekend mornings in bed, just the two of them- always the two of them, young and ambitious and in love, against the world. but then suddenly they fell in love with the little angel named Yooae, all crooked-tooth smiles and pigtails in the orphanage that one day- he remembered Hanbin touching his arm the same night with that whisper on his lips; "we have to keep her," and then it wasn't so quiet anymore, like the most evanescent of dreams they were parents at the blink of an eye and she steals his heart so fast, and then 3 years go by and she's more beautiful everyday and she's /theirs/ and he thinks he's never heard anything more pure than that chirpy giggle that precedes her murmur of "i love you, daddy," and oh- he's a goner.She grew up to be exactly as he'd expected, like the best combination of both of them; fiery and passionate but sweet and gentle and polite all the same, sometimes she's a little stubborn and she's perfect, twirling in her nightgown to her favourite new tune that Hanbin wrote just for her. Kim Yooae... the most valiant 6-year old he's ever set eyes on, all cherry blossoms and ice cream on their weekend dates but so determined when she gets up again in her taekwondo class, steadfast on starting again. -- "KIM JIWON!" it comes stern and loud from down the hall and he puts down his coffee, again, barely having just taken a sip before he's obediently answering to his waiting husband. Yooae's just emerging from her room with her backpack half-unzipped, all sleepy-eyed and pouty and he has to bite back a smile, and in the rush he scoops her up in his arms, their final destination now one and the same. "Where's her uniform? I thought I told you to put it on the couch last nigh--" Hanbin's muffled voice sounds slightly frantic as he finds his husband digging through the baskets in the laundry room, hair tousled and eyes wide. "Babe relax, I packed it in her bag last night, it's in the car with the rest of her stuff." the other male in question sighs, and he's not given much more than a half-hearted glare before he shuffles into Jiwon's free arm anyway, to which he answers with a peck to the forehead.Yooae squirms in his other arm, barely just awake and he bounces her a little, other hand tugging through his dark locks. "I've got her snacks, I've got the keys, and everything else is in the back seat. Are you ready to go?"

HB: Hanbin always had a difficult time sleeping at night. He knew he had to sleep earlier because he had to wake up earlier, but he simply couldn't. He figured that it was inevitable to do so, and he didn't want to use sleeping pills to assist him with it. It's been this way for the past three years now, but he couldn't complain. He was doing this for his daughter, Yooae. He couldn't let her down. So he rose from bed at six sharp and washed up. He was emotionless up until morning coffee, but he made sure to have it before anyone else woke up anyway. Hanbin showered in cold water that morning, having forgotten to turn the heater on. He did afterwards though, for the sake of his husband. It had been twenty minutes since he woke up, and he had already gotten dressed for the day. He made sure to leave everything in a neat and tidy order before leaving the bathroom and bedroom. The next order of business was breakfast. He never particularly cared for it, but he saw it necessary over the years. He only prepared waffles with maple syrup and fresh berries, but any other day, he would've simply offered cereal, toast, bacon and eggs. Hanbin finished setting everything up by seven and went to wake the two sleeping angels. Or angel. The other one was a bitch to wake sometimes. "Hurry up - get washed and ready." He turned the bedroom light on and slightly tugged on the blanket. He did this for both of his loved ones, everyday. Except Sunday, that is. But it was Saturday. Yooae had a taekwondo class by nine, and the ride over had the tendency to be rather hectic. This all led up to the uniform crisis. While the two were washing up and eating breakfast, Hanbin was frantically looking for Yooae's dobok. He swore he had already washed and folded them on Thursday. But as they gathered in the living room, Jiwon assured him that it was all ready and waiting. Hanbin couldn't help but be relieved, but still wished that he was informed beforehand. "Let's get a move on then. I have to stop by the office for a bit, too." And like that, they all headed to the car. Hanbin didn't drive. He honestly didn't want to, but he knew how. As they rode off, questions flooded his mind in an instant. It came in such a rush, he couldn't even get it on pause to write them down. 'Did they have a bake sale event planned?' 'Does Yooae have the right clothes packed?' 'Does she have a competition coming up?' 'Oh, I hope Jiwon didn't forget her favorite water bottle.' He looked out the window, considering opening it while he was at it, but decided against it. 'We can get some ice cream this afternoon, if Jiwon isn't going anywhere.. or should I just buy a tub and leave it in the fridge? They go down for snacks at night sometimes.' 'Oh.. I should just fill the cabinets with snacks then. We might be out of things..' 'Another trip to the grocery store after work then.'

BB: Some days he felt guilty. His husband was always the first to wake, the first to get everything ready for the day, and then he's scrambling to make breakfast for the three of them before the rest of them could get their mornings started. Jiwon had offered to help, of course, but these days his clients back at the firm have been hassling him with overtime daily and having come home so late at night for the last few months, Hanbin insisted he get more sleep in the mornings. Most nights, Yooae slept comfortably in her very own bed in the room across the hall- the room they had spent all summer redecorating for her so she loved to be spending all her time in there; but some nights, she preferred to snuggle up all cozily in between her parents on their King-sized mattress. Regardless, seeing all of them so tired, so frantic and so stressed in the early hours really prompted him to start looking into booking a vacation for the family sometime soon. Yooae had just started elementary school so he would be sure to take full advantage of her holidays. Seeing a frazzled Hanbin was not the perfect sight for 7:30AM on a Saturday, but he would do his best duty as husband and accommodate him. He put down their daughter after a while, letting her run off to get her coat and running shoes by the front door as he stopped by the kitchen to pour the rest of Hanbin's coffee in a tumbler, pressing it into his hands before they left. Keys dangling off his fingers, he shouldered his messenger bag as well and glanced back at his husband, the both of them stepping into their shoes, "Office? That's fine, I'll drop you off after we get her to class. It's a Saturday, what've you got that's so urgent?" The silent car ride wasn't much better; save for the gentle hum of the radio, Yooae was too busy watching the cars outside the window, and the other male seemed to have a lot on his mind. As if sensing his distress, he reached over to grasp lightly at one of Hanbin's soft hands, squeezing in reassurance. "You need to stop worrying. I can practically hear your frowning. We'll do something nice this afternoon, okay? It's been a while." Returning his hands to the steering wheel, he momentarily diverted his attention to the rear view mirror above his head and smiled at his daughter through the reflection. "hey baby, what do you want to eat for lunch today? It's your pick today, we'll come get you after taekwondo and we'll all go out to eat, how does that sound?"

HB: Hanbin wasn't the usual stress-ball who gets mad at people, or knock something to get rid of the frustration. He was one of the scariest; a silent one. He didn't ever say much, and kept to himself the majority of the time. Although he did want to be busy, like he had always been, he knew that one day he would break. He would deflate and become as useless as a burnt leaf. Unable to fly, and unable to breathe. Hanbin suffocated himself with work sometimes. But other times, like just the day before, two employees mysteriously called in sick and left their work to him. 'They are two of the healthiest people at the office, yet they suddenly get sick?' Hanbin didn't want to argue. The whole office building was basically one big teen hot spot, but he never cared enough to complain. "I just forgot something. I was in a hurry to get Yooae home yesterday and forgot them." Maybe he didn't really forget, though. They were handed to him last minute anyway, and he had to pick Yooae up from school. He let out a small, frustrated sigh. The office wasn't officially opened on Saturday, but he was given a master key. He was in no position to have it, truly, but his boss didn't want that responsibility. All of a sudden, he felt a hand on his, and he looked down to see Jiwon's. He almost wanted to cry, because it was at the most perfect timing. Hanbin smiled at the other, one filled with the care and love of the endless universe. The amount of love Jiwon deserved. He soon let out a quiet laugh at the remark, nodding in agreement. "Yes, lets go somewhere." Hanbin couldn't turn and see Yooae properly due to the seatbelt, but he saw enough to see the shine in her light up in excitement. "I want pizza!" She came closer, still able to stand in the car without knocking her head on the ceiling. She had her favorite Minnie Mouse doll tucked securely in her arm. "And ice cream!" Hanbin couldn't help but smile brightly at her. "God, she's just like you, Jiwon." Hanbin spoke up with a laugh as he turned back towards the road. And up ahead, as if some kind of miracle, they actually had a place to park. 'It's not closed today' 'We're not too early either' Hanbin soon noticed a few kids and mothers coming out of their own cars. He never had the time to befriend them, but then again, was he really willing to in the first place?

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170412 [AU]

BB: He doesn't know where he is. All he sees are the tall, towering trees of the forest and the faint calls of the eagles in the distance, the only thing that disrupts the otherwise eerie silence. He's alone, and he can't find his mother- he knows she told him not to stray but a wildly curious mind plagues him; he had wandered off at the sight of the lustrous dragon berries growing off a bush. Tears start to well up, he's so scared and his pudgy legs only take him so far. His wings don't work properly yet, all cartilage and soft flesh tucked shyly at his sides, his small waddling steps taking him between the foliage. Suddenly he hears a rustle and he gives a start, freezing in place; he shuffles silently to one side and watches as the leaves in the bushes continue to move. "W-who's there? S-show yourself!" the baby dragon barely squeaks, wide-eyed as he watches another figure emerge-- much tinier than anticipated. It's odd-looking, still wet and its feet are much smaller but the elongated tail tells him he must be another dragon like himself, he can help him get home! So he steps out, blinking carefully at the stranger. "Hello..? Have you... have you seen my mother...?"

HB: It was dark, and the stars were out. He heard crickets, and wolves howling, but they sounded much further away. He was small, and could barely fly. He was no match for a wolf, if it ever came close. Hanbin woke up in a pile of dry leaves, not even a hint of green. He was very cold. He was not used to the cool weather. Hanbin faintly remembered a trick to make him warm, but his parents always did it for him. "Come on.. How'd they do it.." He was definitely struggling as a shiver ran down his spine. He had no sense of time, but he figured it must have been hours since. Hanbin heard someone speak, and just because he couldn't stand to be alone, he disregarded any sort of red flag in him. He stepped out of the bushes, which caused a carrier between them, and saw a small white creature. "Who are you? Are you like me? What are you doing here?" He bombarded the other with questions. He wasn't going to stall. "Your mother?" Hanbin stepped closer and soon they were only a foot away. "I'll help you find her." There wasn't much visibility in his expressions in this animal form. He might have looked rather scary, but the other creature looked a bit like him.. Maybe he was the same species. "What's your name?"

BB: He could barely wrap his head around the bombarding of questions immediately coming from the other creature, his wide eyes blinking in the dim illumination of the moonlight through the trees. "I-I... I don't know," the tiny dragon barely just squeaked, his tail curling around his foot in a shy bout. "I... got lost... I need to find my mother..." swallowing, he nodded and his gaze fluttered up to the red-chested stranger, in awe that he would be so willing to help him despite the late hours of the night. Jiwon saw tiny scales, and an elongated beak of some sort... and the peek of a tail.. he must be another kind of dragon too! His expression brightened immensely upon the offer, and immediately the two start to wander in a certain direction. He figured he should attempt some conversation as the other was being so friendly, but Jiwon never had many others to play with, and his social skills were a little less polished than the rest. "M...my name is Jiwon! I live up there, just by the caves... I can't fly yet so I need to walk everywhere... are you a kid like me too? Where's your family? Are you sure this is okay?"

HB: The other looked far more nervous than he was. But it was late, they didn't know where they were or where their parents were. It was natural to feel scared. Hanbin didn't know where to begin looking, but a fake reassurance seemed to be the better choice for them at the moment. They may be afraid, but two is better than one, especially for babies. "Yeah.." Hanbin didn't bother to transform into his human form, thinking that the heat within him could circle through his small figure would be more effective. They walked side by side through tall trees and large bushes. He even spotted a few berries on the way, but he didn't want to risk food poisoning. At least not right now. Then suddenly, the other spoke up once again, still stuttering. Whether it was now because of the cold or because of their shyness, he couldn't tell. 'Caves?' He thought. Hanbin lived in caves, too. They really were alike, it seemed. Caves kept them warm, too but he didn't see any around since he woke up. While he was at it, he could barely see the sky either. "I'm Hanbin.." He said in a faint whisper. He didn't recognize the other's name, though, sadly. He knew certain regions could be known through a creature's name, but Hanbin never learned how to tell. He surely was not suited to be in such a situation, having no sort of knowledge of the outside world. "I'm four. Is that considered a kid, or a baby?" He tilted his head in slight curiosity. Hanbin didn't want to judge. He figured that Jiwon was pretty smart, but just scared. He looked down as they continued walking, letting himself crush dried up leaves. It reminded him about how small he was compared to the rest of the world. He was so close to the ground, and he couldn't even fly yet. He wanted that freedom, too. "Did you learn how to fly yet?"

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170404

HB: Dressed in blue and black overalls with an orange beanie and a bandana wrapped around his neck, he thought that their stylists would approve. He was in such a good mood, and maybe that was because of their upcoming concert overseas. As they made their way through the countless people, fans included, the camera followed them. Hanbin didn't really know what the camera was shooting, so he refrained from saying any titles. Yunhyeong was beside him most of the time, but he wished for Jiwon, who was only a few steps behind him. 'At least he'd catch me if I fall' he thought, for no real reason. He stole a glance at the elder, looking cute in plaid and a baseball cap. Hanbin trusted that everyone had done this more than enough times, checking in and heading directly for the waiting room, where they would sometimes disperse without a word. His real target of interest, though, was Kim Jiwon.

BB: surrounded by hoards of screaming fans, being rushed through the airport alongside the managers and security, he plugged his earphones in his ears and kept his steps brisk; he loved their ikonics but sometimes getting through an airport really proved to be a nightmare. the one thing he was grateful for was his pair of shades, having kept his line of vision out of sight-- if anyone were looking close enough they'd probably notice he was staring at Hanbin's ass the whole way through. As soon as they passed the gates and were ushered calmly into the waiting areas, he pulled his mask down to his chin and excitedly turned on his hand-held recorder, letting it scan the area they were currently occupying. "... and there's koo junhoe... looking like a sh-- handsome hunk as usual- our donghyukkie, on his phone... and our leader B.I!!!" his voice came through obnoxiously on the recording, of course, but he laughed and went to plop beside his fiancé to shove the camera lens in his face. "Hanbinnie-ah~~ show us that charming smile~~"

HB: From the corner of his eye, he saw that Jiwon was one of the last to pass. But with the many fans still somewhat visible through the glass, he refrained from making his way over. Hanbin quickly bought himself a snack from the store closet to him. "B.I, could you lend me some money, I forgot my wallet." He heard Jinhwan call out, and with a sigh, he handed the elder a decent amount. Before he knew it, he was sitting on the end of a row of benches. 'No matter where you are, it's uncomfortable' he thought to himself as he lazily hugged his bag and ate his dry snack. He was kind of expecting Jiwon to come by, laughing at the remarks he was making just because it was him. Hanbin smiled softly as requested, throwing up a peace sign with his free hand. He ended up feeding the other while he left them to talk, and at the same time trying to pretend that he wasn't very interested in keeping much eye contact.

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170404 [AU]

HB: "Uhm.. Jiwon, clear your dinner plans tonight, will ya?" He says through the phone, biting his lower lip in the process. He didn't think that it would be this difficult to tell just his best friend, but it was, and he was struggling. Or has been struggling for the past month and a half.

BB: He snorts softly, "as if I have time to make plans with all this overtime lately," he switches the device from one hand to between his ear and shoulder, scooting back in his office chair to stand. his gaze flicked over to the clock on the wall, the hands showing just after 6pm- most of his department is already empty so he figures he can pack up and call it a day. "why, you wanna go out tonight? there's a new sushi place i've been dying to check out, we should go." his words end with a sigh, though he doesn't let the other hear it; lately his best friend and roommate has been so preoccupied with his girlfriend-- he feels a pang in his chest just at the thought of that--, the two of them barely have a spare moment to spend together. hanbin, the same boy he's been pining after for years, always seemed just out of arm's reach, so painfully unavailable. snapping out of his thoughts, he stuffs the last of his papers in his shoulder bag and turns off his desk lamp. "yeah- anyway, i'm heading out now. I'll see you at home. where are you, do you need me to pick you up?"

HB: Hanbin promised himself that this was it. Tonight he would tell Jiwon that he was engaged. He messed up his hair in frustration, but didn't dare make a sound. "Overtime again? They gotta stop doing that to you, you're human, too." He rubbed the nape of his neck as he paced back and forth in the living room. Right as the other started suggesting a place, his fiancé, Momo came out wearing the most beautiful dress he's seen a long while. Hanbin covered the phone with his free hand just to compliment her. Once he got back to the conversation at hand, he only caught the last bit of words. "Where? Uh.. yeah, that's a good idea." Frankly, he had to multitask but the sight in front of him was distracting as all hell. "Text me the address, we'll meet up there." The younger concluded, quite cheerily in fact, before saying his goodbyes and hanging up. "You seriously look amazing, babe.. How'd I get so goddamn lucky?" After a bit of compliments and physical affection being thrown in here and there, Hanbin went to grab his keys and wallet to head out. "I don't know where the restaurant is, exactly.. He'll text me."

BB: He rubbed his temples with a low groan. "Yeah, you know how it is. Clients all have a deadline this month." Pulling at the ends of his dark fringe, he shouldered his bag and heaved lightly. The keychain his car keys hung on dangled from his fingers as he trudged towards the front door, his gaze trained on the way the silver keys clanked together with every step. "Kay, I'll grab a seat first if I get there early. Traffic is gonna be hell. I'll see you soon." he bid the other farewell just before he ended the call, just remembering to look up the address and text it to his friend as he slipped into the driver's seat and started the ignition. Just as the vehicle rumbled to life, he pulled out into traffic with a weird weight on his chest; like there was so much he wanted to say to the younger and yet no way he'd be able to. In a short half hour he'd arrived at the restaurant and asked for a booth, not really knowing whether or not Hanbin was going to show up alone. He tugged out his phone as he thanked the waitress who led him to the table, quickly tapping in a message to the younger. [txt; Bin] hey i'm here. in the booth at the back.

HB: "Did you bring everything?" He asked, as the other always seemed to forget something whenever they went out. Hanbin was starting to hear the rumbling in his stomach, and realized that he indeed forgot to eat lunch yet again. He wasn't going to bring it up with Momo though. Hanbin had received a text from Jiwon of the address and ended up snapping his fingers as he knew just where to go. They got buckled in and soon headed out of the parkway, and into the streets. Hanbin was initially going to just focus on the road, but he seemed to always steal glances at his fiancée. "You look really beautiful. Can't say that enough." And with that, he received a peck on the cheek, short and shy but very sweet. It didn't take them long to get to their desired destination, and parking wasn't as bad as he thought, despite Jiwon saying the place was new. His phone rang in his pocket just as he turned off the gas, checking it quickly then putting it back. As they entered the establishment, Hanbin made quick work of his eyes and looked straight at the back tables. The younger recognized Jiwon right away, a result of their long-time friendship. They headed over and sat opposite of the other with a cheerful smile clear as day on their faces. "Hey, Jiwon~ The place looks pretty good." He nodded as he glanced around. "Now to test the food." He smiled brighter, and turned towards the waiter who just happened to follow them to the table. They received their menus, Hanbin and Momo sharing one. "So when's your next holiday? You aren't gonna work on the weekends, too, are you?" Hanbin pointed at a certain dish he found appealing, knowing that his fiancée would remember it for him. "Let's go bowling or something. Just us."

BB: His gaze lifted to the entrance as soon as the swoosh of the door sounded and the windchimes above the fixture swung gently, signalling another arrival. He smiled at first, but of course, upon realizing just /who/ was trailing behind his best friend, his short-lived excitement very quickly turned into a bitter taste of dismay. Not that Hanbin noticed as the pair slid into the booth across from him, and he having his ever-present smile replaced as soon as the younger glanced up. "Hey, you. Hey Momo... you guys hungry? Everything looks fantastic here!" Jiwon's expression may be light, but his stomach was tight- it didn't help the situation any more that the two were being all giggly and doting right before him; his grip on the menu tightened surreptitiously but his grin never faltered. "Mm.. probably not for a while," a sigh escaped him as he turned the page, pretending to be distracted. "I won't be in the office but I'll probably be stuck at home with all that paperwork-- maybe you wanna come over for coffee?" The waitress approached them then, and he quickly ordered a few soft drinks for all of them. "But yeah-- bowling sounds awesome. How does the end of the month sound?"

HB: Momo wasn't much of a talker, that's for certain. She let the two friends talk as she just listened loosely to the conversation. Hanbin had his arms resting on the table in front of him. He was leaning against it as he was interested in talking to the other. As soon as their orders were made though, he wondered if there was any good desserts. Hanbin asked the two others but Momo was quick to tell him that they had his favorite; Crepes. He smiled brightly in excitement, but they were too late to add the additional order as the waiter had left the scene. Soon, Hanbin got back to Jiwon. The mention of coffee popped up, and Hanbin couldn't say no. "Yes, of course! Feel free to kick me out if it gets too overwhelming though." He said softly. "Hanbin, could I borrow the car that day? It's been a while since I went out with my mom, and I want to get a nice dress for my sister." Momo asked. Hanbin, of course, let her. He knew what the dress was for, too, and he was grateful that she didn't use any key words that hinted at a wedding. "So, I guess you'll have me for the whole day, Jiwon!" He exclaimed with a chuckle. "It's been a while. It'll be great." Just then, their beverages had been delivered. Hanbin said his thanks, look a small sip, then pushed it lightly to his left. "Hey, so I was wondering~" He started, cheerfully. "Has anyone at work caught your interest any? I know you're busy, but anything can happen."

BB: "You know I could never get bored with you around," he was quick to add in a quiet laugh, if only to convince himself, before he diverted his gaze to absentmindedly adjust his chopsticks. After Momo addresses the other he smiled at her, nodding in acknowledgement, "So I trust you can drop him off at my place? Or do I have to pick up your lazy butt again?" here he cast a sharp, half-hearted side glare at the male in question, obviously playful, though he was excited he'd finally get to make plans with his best friend. "Oh a whole day? How will I /survive/? But hey-- i'm looking forward to it. For real." he grinned, grabbing his cola as it was handed to him and popping open the tab. It hissed as the liquid glugged into the ice-filled glass, and he set it down to distract himself briefly with the straw. Hanbin's question left him puzzled, at first, but he maintained his smile regardless and shook his head with a light snort. "Me? Nah.. you know me. I've been way too busy for a social life... plus who could be attracted to me?" he shifted uncomfortably in his seat, pausing to take a sip from his glass as well, fingertips raking casually up the perspiring edges. "besides... if I was attracted to someone..." he gaze flickered from the younger male, to Momo, back to the table, barely sustaining contact. "...I bet they'd never return my feelings."

HB: "Pick me up just to go back to your place? That seems impractical, Jiwon." He let out a small chuckle as he leaned back against his seat again. It wasn't very comfortable, but he was slouching and he wanted to avoid back pains. "Don't worry, I'll take him there." Momo responded with a bright smile. She soon got a notification from the vibration of her phone, so she attended to that. Hanbin, though, kept his eyes on Jiwon. He looked exhausted. He felt bad for pulling him all the way out here right after work. He probably didn't even have much time to freshen up, now that he thought about it. It prompted a smile anyway, knowing that Jiwon didn't mind doing it for him. Hanbin will have to spend the entire day and a half pampering the guy. He wasn't that bad with massages, if Momo wasn't lying to him, that is. "We'll watch our favorite movies and actually cook you something for once." He stated with a firm nod, but the confidence was short-lived as he broke out in small laughter. "We'll just order pizza. I still can't cook for shit." And at the mention of it, his stomach rumbled. He looked over at the counter between the kitchen and the restaurant, eagerly awaiting for their food. And the Gods heard him. Their dishes came within the next few seconds. Momo used the opportunity to order Hanbin his crepes, a chocolate pudding for herself, then asked Jiwon if he wanted any dessert, too. "Order a tub of ice cream and I'm leaving." Hanbin said jokingly as he lined his chopsticks on the table. Hanbin got a response to his question between all this, and even though he kind of knew what the other was getting at, he didn't want to admit it to himself. He refused to. If he did, he wouldn't be able to continue on with Momo. Hanbin didn't want to get his life so complicated, even though it might have been a simple answer. "You'll definitely find the one who will return your feelings. They're out there somewhere. Maybe closer than you think." And Hanbin was too dense to realize how painful his words were.

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170401

BB: my heart never stood a chance against that smile.

HB: Only for you, baby 💕

BB: ah, I could stare at you all day.

HB: I'm sure you already do

BB: still not as much as I'd like to. ;)

HB: In what way 👀👀

BB: in every way c

HB: Mind's screaming perv, heart's saying cute

BB: can't it be both? :3

HB: Well at least this isn't illegal

HB: Sort of

BB: I think I can tell that to the guy i'm about to marry :(

HB: Is the wedding cancelled or smth what are you saying

BB: im saying it isn't illegal to show my fiance a little appreciation!!!

HB: Can I get a coffee float :(((

BB: looks like my wallet needs to be appreciating you, too--

HB: You've always done that what's new

BB: it's not my fault I can't say no to you, kitten

HB: Then don't start--

BB: wouldn't dream of it. shall we go to mcdonald's?

HB: ....then I want a Fanta float instead

BB: and a large fry, and a chicken burger, yes?

HB: Yes, please!!! Argh you know what I like uwu

BB: after this many years, i would hope so. how about I go bring some back for us and you can pick something out for us to do later?

HB: Depends, what kind of mood are you in right now

BB: the mood to take you out on a nice mcdonald's date--

HB: I thought you wanted to go get it and bring it back

BB: we could do whatever you prefer. if we go out now we can do something else outside later. if not. we can stay in and make dinner.Like · Reply · 1 April at 13:58Kim Bi Let's go out and eat. Why would I miss this chance to spend time with you :/Like · Reply · 1 April at 14:13Kiɱ Jîwon okay, out it is! let's go somewhere nicer than mcdonald's... it's been a while since we've had a nice date night. shall we?Like · Reply · Yesterday at 09:05 · EditedKim Bi Yeah.. but I think the last time we went out was when you proposed heh- what about pasta then? Or uh.. what do you want?Like · Reply · Yesterday at 12:33Kiɱ Jîwon yeah- time flies, huh? and if you want pasta then you'll get pasta. I'm good for whatever, as long as I get to be with you babe.Like · Reply · Yesterday at 13:00Kim Bi I always have the urge to suggest seafood but of course, you can't eat it. Uhh okay yeah, pasta. How are we getting thereLike · Reply · Yesterday at 13:06Kiɱ Jîwon I'll find something to eat so don't worry about me, hun. Italian, then? Do you think Yunhyuk hyung would let me borrow his car--Like · Reply · Yesterday at 13:49Kim Bi Yes, that~ Uhh depends, did you get your license back? Your mom picked you up from work yesterdayLike · Reply · Yesterday at 14:14Kiɱ Jîwon I did-- she just wanted to grab me for dinner yesterday, Jiun had his girlfriend over and everything. which reminds me... my parents don't know .. yet. But I'd like to bring you home soon, if that's okay with you..?Like · Reply · 19 hrsKim Bi Ah~ That sounds lovely, I'm glad you got to go! Mhm.. Of course, I took you to see my family a couple times already after all~Like · Reply · 19 hrsKiɱ Jîwon but this time it'll be different-.. how do you want to make the announcement? ah, mom's going to be so happy.Like · Reply · 19 hrsKim Bi Oh- uh.. now that you mention it, I haven't even told my parents about that. Should it just be a whole two-family dinner-?Like · Reply · 19 hrsKiɱ Jîwon oh-- well that's... an idea too. I haven't thought about it, but I'd love to, if .. your parents are okay with it. Do you think they're ready...?Like · Reply · 18 hrsKim Bi Maybe my mom is, but I don't know about my dad.. can I delay my sister another decade? LolLike · Reply · 18 hrsKiɱ Jîwon hanbyul-- right. she's a little too young to understand, maybe in a few years...Like · Reply · 17 hrsKim Bi Until then-- gotta pretend our wedding is just a pretty party and continue to treat her as the one and only princessLike · Reply · 17 hrsKiɱ Jîwon but she'll always be the one and only princess! don't worry, she likes me better than jiyong hyung-- she'll accept me into the family too, I hope?Like · Reply · 16 hrsKim Bi Jiyong hyung? I don't think they've met before, do you mean Haru? But of course~ Hanbyul already likes you!Like · Reply · 15 hrsKiɱ Jîwon ah, does she really? she's still so shy in front of me though... next time i'm over i'll bring her something nice!Like · Reply · 8 hrsKim Bi Aye, it wasn't that bad. She was good with Yunhyeong hyung, too. Oh~... why am I excited for her

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170401

HB: CLOSE

BB: SOON I PROMISE

BB: when we've got some down time we really gotta give this some serious thought

HB: Will do, baby~ least you got the engagement done

BB: speaking of which- I suppose we're too busy to throw an engagement party?

BB: actually, I was thinking... we could ... go back to the states? sign the papers there?

HB: ....I did not think of that. But don't we have to be American to do that?

BB: well-- considering I still have my american citizenship, I'm sure we can work something out.

HB: Wait, really? I've never heard about any of your work visas before

BB: i have both, baby. mom made me keep my dual citizenship. and now it might actually come in use, huh?

HB: OH- I didn't know that was possible. That's so cool~ mhm, I suppose it will.

HB: Time to get married

BB: And I can't wait. [`he grinned, snaking his arms around your middle as he gently drops his forehead to yours] my forever.

HB: /he lets you hold the position for about two seconds before pushing you away slightly; that was way too cheesy- I can't believe- /he breathes out in a panic, placing a hand on your shoulder to help him stand;

BB: [`he only snickers, leaning in to sneak a peck from your cheek anyway, his own grin never faltering] is that news to you?

HB: No, but who ever handles that properly-- actually, why don't you act this way when I'm like this-- you'd have 50 banks filled with my hugs and kisses

BB: 50 banks you say? so I should keep doing this and just keep saving up all the hugs and kisses you owe me huh?

HB: When have I /owed/ you exactly /he quickly kisses you in the lips, but then goes to act like he did nothing;

BB: never, but ... it's nice to have some saved up. [`he hums, making sure to return it before you could pull away, shaking his head in amusement] silly kitten.