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[ohmireu]

{ domestic bliss }

𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐄 𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐇 𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐌, Seoul, SK Late July, 2023 w. 𝐘𝐎𝐎 𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐇

The early hours of the morning are the most comforting to Mireu. When the streets outside hold a delicate kind of quietness that seems so easily broken, the grass is still covered in dewdrops, and there’s a slight chill still clinging onto the air. Oftentimes he’ll wake up before he needs to be awake, and there’s no hope for him to fall back asleep, so he takes himself on a short walk. This morning, however, he’d awoken after some of the members had left for individual schedules, and he’d taken the chance to take a long shower, letting the heat soak into his muscles that ache from a late gym session the night before. He goes about his usual morning routine of brewing some coffee, and since he knows it’s just him and Rioh left behind, he makes Rioh a mug too, taking the time to prepare it just the way he likes, as he always does. He cooks them both galbitang and rice, then plates up a few side dishes he’d made large batches of recently. His mother had recently sent him some of her homemade kimchi, so he sets out some of that, along with his own sukjunamul and yeongeun jorim. Breakfast is something Mireu had taken on as his regular job, since he was usually up first and enjoyed cooking. It’s how he shows he cares about his members, and though he doesn’t like to admit it to himself, it’s even more special to him when he does it for just him and Rioh. 

Once the food is cooked and laid out, he quietly slips into Rioh’s room. He looks so peaceful, hair splayed out over the pillow and lips parted slightly. For a moment, he takes in the view, trying not to notice the way his heart hammers in his chest, a swelling sensation filling him with desires he pushes into the darkest corners of his mind. As he had done so many times before, he steps up beside his bed and leans down, letting his fingers gently card through the younger man’s hair. “Rioh.” He says softly, sweeping his hair back off his forehead and shifting so he can sit down on the edge of the bed, knowing it might take a while to rouse him. It’s times like these, when they’re alone, that Mireu struggles with certain feelings. He’s not entirely sure when they arose, but somewhere in the time since Rioh had moved into the dorm, and now, Mireu had, for lack of better words, fallen for him. Fallen seems too rough a verb to Mireu, though. The way he’d descended into these overwhelming feelings had occurred as more of a gentle slide. It had been so gradual, so simple and gentle, that he’d not noticed it was happening until one day he looked at Rioh and realised he could imagine their entire future together—married with kids, living in a four bedroom, three and half bath house with a white picket fence, and to top it off, a family dog. 

“Rioh, I’ve made breakfast.” His voice is a little louder now, and his fingers gently glide down the side of his face. He feels guilty for drinking in the sight of Rioh like this, when he isn’t conscious to turn away or protest. It feels like he’s taking advantage of him, and yet he knows that’s ridiculous. He’s simply looking at his face—something he does every single day with no protest. “Your coffee’s gonna get cold~" He sing-songs, burying his fingers in his hair once more and letting the pads of his fingers press into his scalp, pushing down over his crown towards the back of his neck in a gentle massage. He repeats his movement over and over, watching with a fond smile as Rioh gradually awakens. Oh, what he wouldn’t give to kiss him. He leans down over him, his nightshirt, only half buttoned, hanging open a little as he does so. “If you don’t get up I’ll just have to eat all that galbitang and my mom’s kimchi all by myself.”

[sungpeach]

as the third member of their conversation walked away, sung's smile slowly fell. rioh barely participated in the conversation, one with two elders, at that. he'd heard rumors... sung didn't like to participate or even fully believe in rumors that circulated, but that didn't mean he didn't hear them in the first place. it was a natural part of life to be wary when you've heard a poor review on something or someone.

besides, if tonight was anything to go off of, perhaps they weren't only rumors. a couple of seconds were graciously given to thinking over how to approach this conversation, until his mouth made a move against his head's decision. "excuse me for being sudden, but your conversation with us felt somewhat rude."

@yoorioh

[parkduris]

outside the yoga/pilates studio, seoul. with @yoorioh.

yoga has always been one of the things that duri's always really enjoyed, truth be told. he enjoys a lot of different fitness, such as going to the gym, and things like that; always helping to make him feel good and clear his mind in some way. but, yoga was always really nice because there was a sort of release with the stretching and his leg would tend to feel a bit better - maybe still sore, but a bit better after he would do the yoga. which was one of the reasons why he made sure that one day of fitness regime would be yoga instead of going to the gym. it did the same thing for him, either way, but there is always something a bit more special about yoga, right?

it had been even better because he didn't go alone today. he brought rioh along with him, the kid that's much like a little brother, and someone who's simply one of his best friends. nonetheless, he was really happy that rioh came with him because it was always more fun to go to a class together, even if the two of them would, in some way, be in the back giggling, laughing, and chuckling every now and then. but, they did focus on yoga as well, since that's what they had been there for, after all. it was just nice to have everything else in between too.

nonetheless, duri had gathered his yoga bag, before making his way out of the room. he steps outside of the yoga studio, where he awaits for rioh to join him. duri felt nice and refreshed, at least, perhaps a little sleepy, but that was usual after working out your muscles in any sort of way. once rioh joins him outside, his warm smile grows some more, before he's looking upon the other. "do you want to go for something to eat?" he asked. "let hyung treat you!" he said, before a happy giggle would leave his lips.

it's very much in duri nature to treat someone to a meal after doing something with them. he was always ready to pay for a meal, though he usually suggested it because he wanted to be the way to take out his card for it. "is there something in particular you want?" he asked the other. "or we could just walk until we find something!" he added onto his words, before he's looking around the area that they're currently in; just to see if there were any options on the street they were on.

[sungpeach]

it felt natural, comfortable, to fit himself against the curled up form of rioh. against the low sound of a show playing in the background, he might have fallen asleep. sung hummed after rioh spoke, "that can definitely be difficult. it took me quite a while for this place to even feel like, you know, like home." he looked around the living area as he reminisced, from the curtains gifted by a friend to the slightly off kilter slipper rack by the door. it wasn't the stuff that made it feel like home, in the end. it helped, sure, but what it really took was the freedom of allowing himself to truly live in his apartment. what he saw in the curtains was a reminder to invite a dear friend over again. what he saw in the rack was the shaking off of a hard work's day leading to slippers, too, flopped down in order to get to the best part of being home - relaxing. home meant more than material items and sung could guess that was part of why rioh didn't feel comfortable. "i've found it can be helpful to carve out space for yourself, even if it's a desk that faces away from the other member's side of the room." did idols still room together these days? he wasn't sure. "either way, you can feel free to come by whenever i'm around." aki might get too scared if people were around when he wasn't.

"ah, but it's so comfy here." sung nuzzled against rioh's cheek, then backed up with a chuckle. "mm, i have some leftover soup. maybe we can reheat that and save the prep time? you don't have to do anything to warrant being here. i'm happy to just have your company."

SAFE / HAVEN

♡ WRITTEN, WITH LOVE, FOR IDOL CHOI JOO SUNG MID-SEPTEMBER, EVENING, JOOSUNG'S RESIDENCE

it all started with a "can i come over? 🥺" text message from rioh to joosung, and now, he finds himself sprawled across his senior's couch; making himself right at home. their relationship is one that the younger of them cherishes, and he hopes that he never, ever does anything to mess it up. not only has he looked up to joosung since he debuted, but after he made a small guest appearance on season one of "square's dream," the two of them got to talking off-set and realized they had a lot in common.

they see eye-to-eye on many things, they have similar passions, and rioh confirmed to himself that viewing sung as a role model is a fantastic idea. to him, choi joosung's the real deal—someone who isn't only talented, but also kind. genuinely kind. it's reshaped a lot of how he views other celebrities, all for the better.

sighing contently, he repositions himself on the sofa so that he's basically curled on top of joosung like a cat; soaking up his warmth, positive energy, and affection. although no roseate haze surrounds them, he appreciates that he can be physically loving with another person. it means that they, too, speaks his love language.

"thanks for letting me come hangout here for a little while," rioh begins, offering a smile. "sometimes being at the dorm isn't very relaxing, even if i try really hard to make it that way." it's not that the other members mistreat him, or that the apartment they reside in itself is uncomfortable. it's more that the energy of his home, at times, still feels like work. "since you were nice enough to host me, do you want me to make us something to eat?" he offers, always happy to cook. "i can go raid your refrigerator, and see what i can whip up using what you already have? are you hungry?"

[yoorioh1]

hi, all ! this blog is acting strange, so i've decided to try out a new one. please follow me at yoorioh ♡ looking forward to kicking things off once more !

[endueringfire]

being invited to perform at a small event for actors rather than as a guest is not something byunghee ever expected to happen in his career. not that, as an actor, he’s been doing particularly well for himself – he’d argue that it’d be a miracle if any of the people attending this event know of him for his acting career rather than for his being in a netflix show that caused more controversy than anything. he probably has made more money than a vast majority of the people around, but their names are of more relevance in the industry than his. 

his status as a singer is recent even though he spent a couple of years being a main vocalist as a profession. no one is aware of that past of his beyond dedicated fans and while he’s not ashamed of it, byunghee prefers that his career in music be more focused on his first solo release that has already done better than he ever hoped for it to do. it landed him this invitation, so he’s not necessarily about to complain. 

there’s free booze and free food and he’s not ashamed to grab some of it.

(the habit of taking some of the food and wrapping it in a napkin to shove it into his pocket is something he’s never grown out of, even if he now can actually afford to buy for these things.)

It’s when he’s pocketing some of the hor d'oeuvres that he runs into a too familiar presence that stuns him into silence momentarily. “what– what are you doing here? why are you literally everywhere? do i have to call the cops?”

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