#♡ interxstitial / im jiwon .

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ᡣ𐭩 interxstitial sent : [text] My brother in Christ you're being haunted / source .

[ to: jiwon ] by my demons? yeah [ to: jiwon ] seriously though, do you think there's something in here? [ to: jiwon ] I like this apartment, I don't want to move

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[ to: jiwon ] but ??? [ to: jiwon ] you're gonna look good, what's all this talk about? [ to: jiwon ] you're hot idk what the problem is [ to: jiwon ] it'll be fun, we need to be social and stuff [ to: jiwon ] and we can just leave if we're not feeling it

[ to: my oh micah ] i mean, i do but :( [ to: my oh micah ] they don't look good [ to: my oh micah ] especially compared to everyone else who's gonna be there [ to: my oh micah ] you know how i feel about parties..

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ᡣ𐭩 @interxstitial sent : ❛ you can kiss me, you know. ❜ / source .

there is a certain type of vulnerability that micah allows himself with jiwon. he likes to think they understand each other, they know the worst of it because they fear the same things. micah allows himself to be known in jiwon’s eyes because he knows, he hopes, jiwon does the same with him.

micah’s breath catches in his throat at the other’s words. he’s impulsive, he’s messy, but to blur the lines between the two would seem to be an awful decision. yet micah wouldn’t be able to deny that he’s thought of it before, that he hasn’t looked at jiwon’s lip and wondered what they’d feel like against his. he can’t pretend that he wasn’t already glancing at them before jiwon even spoke. 

for now, micah laughs softly in response. he’s settled up against jiwon, curled up in his bed and arm so lazily thrown over the other’s figure. “ do you want me to? ” there’s a teasing lilt to his tone even as he holds his own breath. a finger lifts to gently ghost over jiwon’s lips, taking the moment to admire. “ I think I'd like to. ”

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☎ (micah and jiwon pls pls pls 🥺)

put ☎ in my ask for your muse's info in my muse's phone / accepting .

name : jiwonnie ⭐️ ringtone : 🫐 picture :

last text sent : jiwonnnn are u awakee jiwoooooonn come on

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there are not many people that hanbyul could picture like this with them, but that has them all the more delighted to be here with jiwon. they aren’t afraid of the vulnerability, nor do they find it difficult to let themselves be so comfortable with someone— there have just been few people willing to spend a quiet night like this. hanbyul’s fingers rake gently through jiwon’s hair as he applies a hair mask oh so carefully. “do you think you’d ever grow your hair out more?” he hums softly, adjusting the towel around jiwon’s neck to make sure his shirt remains clear. “I think it’d look nice. I think it’d suit you, if you wanted to try it out.”

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micah had never thought of himself as a person someone would want around their children. it wasn’t that he was rude or impatient, he was just… micah. one look at him would give the correct impression of someone not very personable, someone cold and perhaps a bit too blunt with those around him.

and yet here he was, smiling next to jiwon as his students scrambled around through their excitement. perhaps it didn’t mean too much just how eager they were to have micah be a part of their recital, not when children are all too easily excitable, but micah would be lying if he said it didn’t boost some sort confidence in him. 

micah’s gaze turns back to jiwon as the other speaks, smile faltering for just a moment at his suggestion before its back once more. it isn’t that he dislikes the idea, well, he doesn’t love it, but the cheers soon sway micah away from arguing against it. some could argue he’s a dancer of sorts, figure skating had its similarities, and really, so did he and jiwon, though jiwon was a much more forgiving teacher. 

“well…” micah lets out a rather dramatic sigh, giving a little shake of his head though he continues to beam.  “I suppose if I’m going to have good teachers then I shouldn’t have very much to worry about, right?” god, just what has he gotten himself into?

as expected, the children scramble and yell even louder to gain micah's attention, all insisting that he'll be amazing and learn the choreography in no time. less expected is how easily micah plays along, hamming up the difficulty of choosing between groups as if his life depended on it. some part of jiwon had a feeling micah would always get along well with the kids. he just had an air about him that broadcasted kindness past the icy exteriour, whether micah knew it or not. content to let the children sort things amongst themselves, jiwon watches them with fondness glimmering in his eyes.

then someone brings up how mr. micah being in one of the groups means the other groups won't be as good, and oh— jiwon can't let that one go.

"okay, okay!" jiwon calls out and claps his hands in five rhythmic beats. eagerly, his students repeat the same clapping pattern and turn to face him, putting on their best 'listening ears.' tapping his chin three times, jiwon purses his lips in deep thought. if micah ends up in one group, it is entirely possible that less attention might go to the remaining groups, as disheartening this prediction is. so—

"what if mr. micah has a little part in everyone's group? you've all worked really, really hard all year. it wouldn't be fair if mr. micah joined only one of your groups, right?" the children nod gravely, and jiwon continues, "i think it would be most fair for mr. micah to have a small part in all your groups, but..!" (a pause for dramatic effect.) "you have to promise to teach mr. micah really well and do your best to show him how much fun you have in dance. can you all do that?"

(and the children cheer, loudly, scrambling to reassure micah that everything will be okay and he'll have so much fun.)

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there were many words micah would like to use in the moment, a chain of cliches just seconds away from falling from his lips. his breath feels stuck in his throat— or maybe jiwon has simply stolen it away. but it eases back into his chest once micah meets the soft light in his eyes again. there was something jiwon could always give him, reassurance, something micah seldom found elsewhere. and that’s what he felt now, hand still cradling jiwon’s cheek with a tenderness he didn’t know he was capable of conjuring. it’s all only further egged on by his words, jiwon’s plea for even more. how could micah ever refuse him when he looked at him like that?

micah can’t really shake the smile off his face, even with the nagging feeling of unease in his throat. there was a voice that just wouldn’t stop whispering warnings in his ear, telling him he should stop while he could still turn back. but he couldn't  turn back, could he? the line was nonexistent, stepped over with no way to draw it back in the sand. so what else was there left to do but run even further away from it?

I do mean it, he wants to whisper back, but micah stays silent. there’s something much less cautious this second time around, something biting and starving as he nips at jiwon’s lip. micah kisses him like there’s something threatening to pull them back at any second, and maybe there is.

“fuck,” he rasps out, pulling away only once he needs to take another breath. “you're fun to kiss.”

though jiwon doesn't claim to know everything about micah, he does know him well enough to hold onto his confidence in the silence. he doesn't even consider what he would do if micah pushed him away now, or maybe he doesn't want to contemplate the existence of a world where they don't kiss. jiwon feels his pulse stutter and jump as his chin is tilted up, eyes never straying from micah's, and when they kiss— when it finally happens, everything falls right into place.

it's every cliché plot line, every overplayed song. it's everything jiwon has ever wanted and more. the world around them stops, but there's a universe blooming inside of him. stars in his lungs; galaxies in his veins. jiwon swears for a second that gravity doesn't exist in the humble space of this room. he could float and drift away at any moment, but micah keeps him tethered to this one. when jiwon opens his eyes, he can't really remember when he shut them. but micah is still here, so very close that jiwon can feel his eyes almost crossing. they've already walked over the line, snuffed it out in the sand, and jiwon figures they haven't anything to lose now. micah is warm and knows him better than anyone else. more than anything, micah is safe.

fingers curling into the front of micah's shirt, jiwon whispers, "i want you to kiss me like you mean it."

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( to: jiwon ) can you be sure about that though...... ( to: jiwon ) also i think ghosts are stuck in one place so ( to: jiwon ) will not be bringing any ghosts with me ( to: jiwon ) or I will try hard not to ( to: jiwon ) I'm bringing ramen too, I'm kind of hungry

[ to: my oh micah ] what [ to: my oh micah ] no i just hate ghosts and know to stay away from them [ to: my oh micah ] your place was NOT haunted last time i stayed there [ to: my oh micah ] okay i know i invited you over but [ to: my oh micah ] if you bring the ghost with you, i'll never forgive you [ to: my oh micah ] bring ur warmest hoodie!! 🥰💕

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[ to: jiwon ] are you some kind of ghost repellant [ to: jiwon ] you've slept at my place and it Might be haunted [ to: jiwon ] mmm... kopiko........ [ to: jiwon ] okay well, i'm coming over regardless of whether i'm actually being haunted or not, I want jumbo marshmallows [ to: jiwon ] should i bring anything

[ to: my oh micah ] i'm living here, of course it's not haunted [ to: my oh micah ] do you srsly think i would willingly stay in a haunted place for more than 5 seconds? [ to: my oh micah ] last time you were here, you ate like a whole kilo of kopiko candies [ to: my oh micah ] so like [ to: my oh micah ] i love you but i don't trust ur brain on that much caffeine [ to: my oh micah ] if you come over now, you can have the last jumbo marshmallows

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sometimes, micah wonders if someone will know him the way jiwon does. sometimes, he thinks their situations parallel each other far too well, like they were meant to find each other.  there are many thing that have been left unsaid between the two, things that micah feels he doesn’t need to say for the other to understand. it’s something not everyone can be so lucky to find, yet here is micah, contemplating throwing it all to the wolves. and it was hardly the first time the thought had crossed his mind.

micah can’t help but smile as jiwon’s lips purse against his finger, sulky expression only serving to tug at his heart. cute. jiwon shifts next to him and something else in his chest jumps a bit at the motion— excitement? worry? micah’s finger soon falls from jiwon’s lips, moving instead to tilt his chin upwards, gazing over him as if he hasn’t already made up his mind. another beat passes and he’s closing the gap between them, lips careful against his to bite back the desire to devour jiwon whole.

“good?” micah’s voice is a soft breath, still oh so close to the other as their noses brush together. “I can keep going, y’know.”

they've always been close. even from the start, jiwon has felt as if they understood each other in ways only artists dedicated to their craft can do. they put their bodies, their hearts and souls, everything they are, have been, and will be into their work. and what have they gotten in return? broken bones and ruined careers. a lifetime of night terrors and regrets. not a day goes by where jiwon doesn't think about all the ways he could have avoided what happened that night—but there are moments in between when he dares to think he'll be okay one day.

this is one of those moments.

shifting onto his side, jiwon faces micah properly and searches the others' gaze for anything left unsaid. there's always something. always. honesty, though, has rarely been missing between them. taking the teasing in stride, jiwon chooses to play to his own strengths, too. a none-too-subtle pout takes center stage, pushing back against micah's finger. he adjusts his legs to ease some weight off the right, and their knees brush in the slim space between their bodies. for just a split-second, jiwon's gaze flits down to micah's lips before darting back up, resolute.

"i want you to." —a brief pause, the silence tense, and then— "i want you, too."

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[ to: jiwon ] better than staying in a haunted apartment idk [ to: jiwon ] are you sure its not [ to: jiwon ] bc i definitely saw a cup move by itself the last time i was there [ to: jiwon ] maybe we can get a 2 for 1 special if we call an exorcist to both our places [ to: jiwon ] hot chocolate does sound good though....... 🤔

[ to: my oh micah ] they'll charge you a ridiculous fee don't do it [ to: my oh micah ] i told you, you should've done this earlier 😾 [ to: my oh micah ] is staying in a hotel more dramatic than sleeping in ur obviously haunted home? [ to: my oh micah ] is that what ur asking me [ to: my oh micah ] just come over!! my place is very obviously not haunted 😌 [ to: my oh micah ] and i have hot choco~

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[ to: jiwon ] you don't have any party clothes? [ to: jiwon ] i'll lend you something, just come over [ to: jiwon ] come onnn it'll be fun [ to: jiwon ] you know we end up chaperoning each other anyway

@adorajpg sent: ( sms ) you going to that party tonight? (from micah 🫶)

[ to: my oh micah ] i have nothing to wear and it's too late to go shopping [ to: my oh micah ] plus i have work at 8am [ to: my oh micah ] and i literally won't know anyone there but you [ to: my oh micah ] i don't want to make you be my chaperone 😔

sms prompts: ACCEPTING!

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[ to: jiwon ] do you think they do emergency house calls or something? [ to: jiwon ] I wanna go to sleep [ to: jiwon ] is staying a hotel for the night too dramatic..... [ to : jiwon ] I could probably find one closer to work

[ to: my oh micah ] i think you need to call a shaman :/ [ to: my oh micah ] there's definitely something there [ to: my oh micah ] i tried to tell u but you kept saying [ to: my oh micah ] iT's JuSt ThE wInD

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if you had asked micah a few months ago if he could see himself spending some of his free afternoons in the back of a children’s dance class, he would've simply stared back. he hardly knew any kids, let alone anyone that might put him in this position, yet here he was, surrounded by their pleas and excitement. there’s a moment where micah almost feels startled by their excitement, not used to someone so eager to have his attention like this. something warm stirs in his chest, hot and almost uncomfortable, but he still can’t help but smile sheepishly as their encouragement continues. 

micah’s gaze turns to jiwon as he speaks, something pleading in his own gaze despite the other’s words. he’s torn really, between wanting jiwon to soothe their begging and between wanting to encourage them himself. “do you think so? I really don’t want to bring anyone’s group down if I’m not good, I have a lot to catch up on…” micah runs a hand through his hair in mostly faux discomfort, letting out a loud sigh. still, he can feel himself giving in, unable to really say no to the faces looking at him and arguing amongst themselves. after all, who would he really be embarrassing himself in front of other than jiwon and parents he didn’t know and would likely never see again?

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there's upheaval in the studio. fifteen kids between the ages of five and seven raising their hands to be picked while simultaneously yelling over each other, all sharing the same goal: convince mr. micah to dance in the upcoming showcase. they still have a couple months 'til the event, which is plenty of time for the special guest to fine-tune his arabesques and pas de chats. half of the kids surround micah; the other half goes to jiwon to further plead their case. their enthusiasm tugs hard at his heartstrings, and jiwon is powerless to deny them. as their teacher, after all, it's his responsibility to nurture such passion.

"they're right," he speaks up, bringing the ruckus to a calm. wide-eyed and hopeful, jiwon's students look back and forth between him and micah in anticipation. smiling, jiwon tucks a stray strand of hair behind an ear, tilts his head, and continues, "there's still enough time for you to learn the routine, and it's not too late to get you measured for a costume. which season do you want to be in?"

(and maybe that's the wrong question to ask, because now all the students are yelling again, begging micah to join their group as if their very lives depended on it. but jiwon thinks they're all very precious anyway.)