#// * noel seong ! a conversation .

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there’s  a  gleam  of  mischief  that  colors  noel’s  gaze  as  he  watches  familiar  figure  cross  the  street.  a  hand  snaps  up  to  wave  at  him,  grin  friendly  if  a  little  on  edge;  he  tends  to  do  that  sometimes,  he  finds,  an  air  of  cockiness  surrounding  even  the  most  seemingly  HARMLESS  of  gestures.  regardless  ––  homme  beams  when  the  other  makes  his  way  to  him.  “hey,  you.”  noel  greets  him  warmly,  pinching  at  kol’s  cheeks  in  a  display  of  affection.  “i  hope  you  didn’t  have  too  much  trouble  finding  the  place;  got  us  tickets,  too.”  free  hand  holds  them  up;  underground  concerts  are  always  fun,  especially  with  someone  he  wants  to  get  to  know  a  little  closer.  the  hand  that  pinches  at  cheeks  slides  down  to  kol’s  forearm,  and  noel  tugs  him  close,  grin  broad.  “you  ever  been  ‘round  these  parts  ?”    /    @theidiotden​      !

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𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐞 : noel seong — ex idol , current youtuber , borderline alcoholic with an angel face

𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐨 : m / f / nb !

𝐩𝐥𝐨𝐭 : ¨ i still have your phone number memorized even though i haven’t called you since we split and somehow i remembered it even though i’ve had like six shots of bourbon and hey, i know you’re pissed that you’re here at this dingy club at 3 in the morning to pick my drunk ass up, but you have to admit that’s pretty impressive ¨ au

“𝕐𝕆𝕌 𝔽𝕌ℂ𝕂𝕀ℕ' 𝕄𝔸𝔻𝔼 𝕀𝕋 !!!” words slip through vodka-based lips, bloodshot, tired eyes squinting up at the other with a smile too broad to be allowed past the godforsaken hour of the night. an arm wraps around the other’s shoulder as he stands, partly in affection and partly because if noel doesn’t he’s almost certain to face plant right on to the cold, hard ground. “don’t’cha find it so fuckin’ cool that i still know your number ? hell, i bet i could even say it backwards — test me, test me !”

[svnnysidevp]

“𝐆𝐎𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐒.” words are spoken nonchalantly, stark contrast to the broad smile that traces lips and the way he holds out the bouquet in uninhibited grandeur; they’re all variants of her favorite flora, just as he remembered, and noel likes to be awfully smug about those things — especially when it comes to her. “your class took for fuckin’ ever by the way. i really ought to have a word with your lecturer if she’s going to keep you away from me that long.” it’s an exaggeration, on his end, but there’s no saying as to whether or not he’d seriously do so ( he would ! anything to get to spend more time with ryujin ), daring, smug smile adorning otherwise softened features once he laces his fingers through her own. “choices for dinner ? thinkin’ bibimbap, but y’know — always your call, babe.”  /  @cherrykisscs​​  !

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*  @rubylit​​   /   inspired  by  the  last  bullet  in  𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒     !

“this  WEEKEND  ?”  words  are  echoed  unceremoniously,  the  hint  of  a  frown  already  tugging  lips  downward  as  he  spares  the  other  a  glance.  he’s  only  JUST  gotten  to  know  them,  keen  on  learning  more  ––  and  now  that  he’s  faced  with  the  reality  that  he  might  not  get  to,  there’s  an  overwhelming  sense  of  dissatisfaction  that  comes  with  knowing  he’s  not  going  to  get  what  he  wants  (  and  with  noel  ?  that’s  a  big  no  no  ).  “can’t  you  take  the  flight  out  next  week  ?  or  next  month  ?  i  hear  NEVER  is  a  wonderful  time  to  fly  out.”