he hadn’t known what to expect. no, false, he knew to an extent. given that the neighborhood hyung comes over without fail every year for birthdays and the works. then it’s cue the eating, drinking, and adult conversational topics he’s not supposed to listen in on. what haejin didn’t expect is the severity that the last year before thirty brings. namely, booze and more booze. “huh!” snaps to attention at the sound of his name, setting down his phone and turning immediately his brother by his side. “what’s wrong? are you okay hyung?” concern seeps through steadily, disregarding the low timbre in the background (yah, are you giving up already? have another!) to reach out, grasping onto the older’s hand. “yeeeeess?” mimics his tone with a growing grin, hand lifting to brush his fringe aside. “do you need water? more food? i read on naver that you’re supposed to carboload before drinking!” though, maybe it’s a little too late for that.

ice cold, baby

@umhaejin, with a cameo from @umkiho

he’s lost count by the seventh (eighth?) shot glass: the rum cake’s tasting more like rum than cake and it has to be because kiho’s coming in strong with the tour de booze supplied by his very own  liquor cabinet. everything’s a slur-blur concoction of the five senses, but haejin’s face cuts into his line of sight with an impressive amount of clarity in spite of it, or baby bro is actually that close to his face. “haejin-ah.” one hand raises weakly, one movement away from looking like he’s waving, but then it drops back down with a slump and a drunken laugh. again, this time louder: “haejin-aaaah!” 

umeunsuh‌:

( ` pfft, what does he take her for. a thief? maybe of people’s time when she’s caught in the middle of coming up with her thousandth excuse for why she isn’t at school. but not a confection even so simple, let alone from him. ) ( ` see? there it is. wordlessly, her eyes narrow at him from the side, quick to soften as she focuses on him working the rest of his magic into the batter. it takes her a while to come back to earth, not catching whether she’d been leaving him hanging with his offer for too long or not. something about him had been delicate this while. worth studying. fuck school, lol! ) try what, tasting it or mixing it? ( ` her gaze trails a little after her voice, index finger pointing to her. like an idiot. she leaves the bowl there a tad longer, letting her eyes linger on his. his smile a close second, everything else slowly but surely before taking the whisk in one hand, the bowl in her other. teach me, she’s tempted to say. heck if him calling her a dumbass for the nth time today’s something she wants to hear again, though. )

( ` stays still anyway, at a loss for motion more than words. )

( ` how can she be so clueless? haejin isn’t sure, figures it’s not nice to ask. but it’s baffling to say the least, last he checked, she did live above a bakery at all. opts to keep his mouth shut instead, brow raising at the question. his lips part, corners curled, giving way to a small laugh before he step closer, extending the bowl toward her. ) “mixing it, duh.” ( ` it’s cute on her regardless. blanket of blank that overtakes her, expression and all. haejin has known her long enough to be able to read the reaction well. coming to the conclusion that she simply had no idea. ) ( ` this, he realizes with a growing impish grin. ) “need help?” ( ` we both know you do. ) “it’s easy, look...” ( ` inches closer, winding an arm around her frame to slide his fingers over her grip on the whisk, twisting to a slight angle before he starts, folding over the batter. ) “so basically, you just mix it till everything’s smoothed out like the flour and all—then we can pour it into the pan to bake.” ( ` he grins. ) “easy right?” ( ` of course there’s the matter of whipping cream and last he checked their mixer was out of commission—but they’ll cross that bridge later. )

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umryuwon‌:

why is always acting so weird around her! she didn’t even say she wanted to date his brother yet today and he’s already being weird. were the glasses too much? is it the first time he’s seeing her wear them? could he tell they’re fake and have no real lenses in them? “you normally leave school ten minutes earlier though! i bought us ice cream, but i didn’t want it to melt so i had to eat both–” she opens her backpack showing him the ice cream wrapper for proof ( as if he needed it ). “why do you care if i do or don’t go to school? it’s my life! i love my life! i get to ride my scooter and look at cute boys and play on my switch!”

too much. ryuwon was undoubtedly too much. haejin supposes he’s never met a girl like her. in turn, clearly doesn’t know how to react. or even deal. or even, even, how to answer her questions. instead, he opts to stare, mouth slightly agape. mr normally excels in school stalled for an answer. “that’s because i—i was talking to one of my teachers.” finishes lamely, eyes lowering to her backpack with a small tight frown. right, she did. so he can’t be mean about it now can he? and her reasoning? haejin doesn’t even know where to begin to argue. “because--never mind, as long as you love it i guess.” he’ll swallow today’s defeat. for now. what right does he have to parent anything? opting instead for a quick glance around for his friends before he gives her a little nudge. “did you eat anything today that wasn’t ice cream?”

whistle

umhaeil‌:

[ 09:02pm ] 💬 Haejin-ah

( / the typing bubble remains for a good five minutes, and he looks over his shoulder at his younger brother’s doorway in mild concern. the ping! notification has him remain seated in place ) 

[ 09:11pm ] 💬 Uh. You tell her honestly?  [ 09:11pm ] 💬 Is there someone at school who likes you like that? 

( ` buried underneath the safety net of his blankets, there’s a considerable amount of hesitation. unsure of what to say, how to properly word it. haeil isn’t telling him things he doesn’t know. hasn’t tried. but ryuwon is a special case. )

[ 09:11pm ] 💬i did i told her i didn’t like her like that [ 09:11pm ] 💬 then she asked me why or if i thought she was pretty or how she could be my ideal type  [ 09:12pm ] 💬 :/ no she doesn’t go to our school - she just hangs around the area so i see her all the time when i get out of school...

he doesn’t know how to react. but, that is the norm. nothing too surprising that kwon haejin suffers from a delayed sort of puberty that has him—what’s the word—emotionally incapacitated (wait that’s too dramatic) dense (there we go) on that front. so when in the face of otherwise open girls who cling too close for comfort—he’s less than sure how to take it. don’t overthink it. yeah. rule of thumb or something. ryuwon, however, makes it hard to even think. “uh—hi, ryuwon-ah.” greets with a little nod, wincing at the nudge. “i had school—you know, same place i go to every day for eight hours...” he tries not to sound too snippy, waving to his classmate before fixing his attention on the girl again. backpack, huh? what use was it if she didn’t fill it with books or anything though? “but—you’re not actually going to school....”

whistle

where is he? he should be done class by now. it’s so boring having to wait for him out in the sun and she finished her ice cream nearly five minutes ago. a few more seconds and she’ll die from a heat stroke. she spots him talking to a classmate or a friend she assumes. she skips up to him, “haejinah!” in a sing-songy voice. “what took you so long! you left me out in the sun and i nearly died! are you going to pay for my funeral if i die? huh?” nudging him harshly. “do you like my new backpack? it’s peppa pig! now i look like a student that goes to this school and now you can stop nagging me to go to school, isn’t that awesome!” — @umhaejin

                   sos to @umhaeil

( ` sending from bedroom even though he’s sitting right outside 😖 )

[ 09:02pm ] 💬hyung [ 09:10pm ] 💬how do you tell a girl you don’t like her like that? 

omyihoon‌:

yihoon takes exactly a minute to slither out of his part of the bunk bed (wayyy too small for his measure, might he add–), hitting his head on the top ledge in process. upon absentmindedly eliciting an ‘ow’ in response, he spots a familiar blue of his baseball jacket in the sea of crinkled, dust-bitten clothes on the floor. sloshing through the obstacles, he fishes it out singlehandedly before lazily pulling his arms through the sleeves. a glance at the smudged over-the-door-mirror, then there’s that small whisper of ‘yikes.’ well, i mean… it’s not like he’s going on a date with a girl or anything! no matter.

( 4:40pm: 울동생 ) 💬my 1 minute means 5 minutes, you should know this already 😪

he’s usually not lazy enough to take the dorm elevator (he swears to god it runs on water or something to be this slow), but he does because, well… screw physical labor when your day’s technically brought to a wrap, am i right?

“look who it is,” with the chime of the automatic door, yihoon manages that artful grin before making his lazy steps over to the young one. slinging an arm around haejin’s (slightly) taller figure, he shoves his other hand in the jacket’s pocket while leading their way out of the dorm.

“how’ve you been? i feel like you’ve gotten taller since we’ve last met, and i don’t like it.”

haejin busies himself in the most simple of ways. toying a moderately sized rock beneath his sneakers. his eyes remain fixed on his shoes. no particular need to look anywhere else. not, at least, since he’s learned with the girls around campus here—they’re far bolder than he’s used to dealing with. instead he fixates on finding a place to eat. or figuring out what it was that he wanted to eat. an age old struggle disrupted by the ping in his pocket. 

[ 4:40pm ] 💬🥺🥺huuuuurry

to yihoon’s credit, it really didn’t take that long. ears perked at the chime of the older’s voice. “hey!” greets with a cheerful chirp, paying no mind to the way his back slouches slightly to accommodate for the difference in height, fingers curling into the back of yihoon’s jacket. 

“i’ve been okay, how about you? and i did! i didn’t think it was too obvious though till...” trails off, dimples surfacing with the quirk of his lips, manner playful in the way he leans into the older.

“are you going to unfriend me? because i’m taller?” 

omeunsuh‌:

( ` ears perk up, moons for eyes at his reaction. not that he can see. he’s so flustered and for what? it’s kind of funny. she helps him by taking the lower end of her ponytail and lifting it away to the side, brows raising when he stutters. ) just making and refrigerating strawberry puree, i guess. ( ` the instructions aren’t hard to read, but she double checks just in case. ) oh wait, no. just letting strawberries soak in the sugar and then refrigerating them. ( ` eyes the bowl of washed fruit, already taking it in by the rim and reaching for the sugar with her other hand. ) not too much? since they’re already pretty sweet on their own. ( ` taking the measuring spoons, she dips the tablespoon into the bowl of sugar thrice, sifting it over the berries to even it all out. ) you do the next part. ( ` she’s already assigning it?! ugh, she’s SERIOUS serious ) can’t have you passing off our creation as something you made by yourself. ( ` 😤😤😤 )

( ` it’s—overreacting? isn’t it? or just, odd. it’s just very odd. foreign stirring that settles in chest. not knowing how to act around eunsuh is odd—unnatural. but that was his fault after all, for reading into clearly nothing. ) “cool.”  ( ` reassess, eyes flicking over the instructions for a long moment. oven? already preheated. what’s left is really mixing the batter. ) “if you want you can claim it as your own, i don’t mind.” ( ` his lips twitch, attention turning to sift together the flour, baking powder, baking soda, sugar, and salt al lover the bowl. roughly done, evident with the amount of powder in the air. prompting a small sneeze he tries to muffle. ) “people might not believe it though...” ( ` speaks once the itch in his nose leaves, voice colored playful. adds in cream to start mixing the batter after a bit; whisk in hand. the handheld mixer is here somewhere. but, he can’t be bothered. nothing wrong with doing things old fashioned. ) "do you wanna try?” ( ` arches a brow, offering up the mixing bowl with a smile. ) “after this all we have to do is pour it in the pan and bake.”

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[ 08:12pm ] 💬is this... really shim gahyun’s number 🥺

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[ 04:41pm ] 💬i don’t know where everyone went so im heading home first 🤗

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date y/y

“noona, are you single?” asked earnestly, there’s nothing particularly “off” about it. a question posed so innocently (paired with a face like his), one would’ve easy brushed it off. haejin, however, didn’t want such a thing brushed off. he was very very very serious about this, out of all things.

so, he asks again. leaning into the marble bar top of yihoon’s kitchen. said owner of the flat off somewhere on a facetime call. today’s dinner menu? ramen.

“are you single?” haejin sports a boyish grin, figurative tail wagging impatiently for a responses. “do you wanna go on a date with my brother? he’s like me, but—better looking.” 

a pause. he can’t lie.

“only he’s like, a short 6′0. but he’s gotta sweet car!” 

for @omhye

omdahye‌:

@omhaejin

dahye’s sure sky castle’s yeseo would’ve never been stumped by such a question. she sighs, circling the already underlined variables.

“this is… i’m supposed to solve for x with, um…”

dahye lets her head fall down onto the kitchen table with an unceremonious thump. she’s been doing math for so long, and been stuck on this question for a good 10 minutes. the numbers make even less sense to her now than they normally do. (or don’t.) dahye knows she’d requested a slightly longer session, but shit, 45 extra minutes of math felt like 45 hours. she squints at the numbers on the clock- it’s approaching 7, and she’s sure her tutor’s hungry too. her stomach lets out a growl as if it’s taken a cue, and she finger guns at haejin.

“how about we end 15 minutes early? please? how does something spicy sound?” the fridge is plastered with delivery coupons, thanks to her inability to cook anything other than ramyeon and eggs. 

he didn’t think he’d end up here. and we’re talking location, not the books and notes piled before them. that much haejin is used to. tutoring. inequalities. interval notations. the works. that he’s very much used to. this. alone (?) in the house of an (former?) idol. it’s. strange.

haejin, not knowing how to act, stuck primarily with what he did know the whole session.

which, works just fine. just fine. and then:

he jumps a bit with the thud, expression halved between shock and amusement. throw a bit of sheepishness in there. he hadn’t even been aware of the time. “oh. sure, i think we covered enough today.” he flashes a quick smile, faltering slightly once his mind catches up to her proposition. “oh. you mean—” haejin spares a curious glance around the kitchen, head tilting. 

“you... don’t have to wait for your parents to eat?” 

SCHOOL LIFE.

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[ 05:24pm ] 💬hyung did you eat the last melona bar 😡😡😡😡😡😡😡

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[ 09:11pm ] 💬🥺🥺when am i gonna be as handsome as u 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

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[ 6:46pm ] 💬 u mm m , hyungi im studiyng at my friends otnight ok?[ 6:46pm ] 💬*tongiht[ 6:47pm ] 💬*TONIGHT

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[ 07:01pm ] 💬💓im heading to the library first[ 07:01pm ] 💬ill come by your office for lunch again!!!!!

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[ 07:45pm ] 💬u have an older sister???? is she single

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[ 04:29pm ] 💬😥😥someone keeps knocking on the door 😥

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[ 04:35pm ] 💬 ㅠ.ㅠ hyung we’re out of eggs

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[ 02:15am ] 💬do penguins really mate for life??

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[ 02:43am ] 💬 omg did you kno u could make bear shaped bread??????[ 02:43am ] 💬i wanna make a pooh bear toast..............[ 02:44am ] 💬hoeny toast... oh no... 🐻🐻 im hungry

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[ 05:24pm ] 💬you guys got bingsu without me??????[ 05:24pm ] 💬😡😡😡😡[ 05:24pm ] 💬well i have other people to eat bingsu with too!!

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[ 07:14pm ] 💬💓GMORNING, HAVE A GOOD DAY TODAY ☀️[ 07:14pm ] 💬i can’t believe this is the first day of the school w/o u :(((((((((

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[ 11:11pm ] 💬11:11 wish tmrs math test is canceled :( 

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[ 01:39pm ] 💬?????????? girls i dont know are taking pics of me????[ 01:39pm ] 💬????????????????????????????

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[ 11:17am ] 💬 im going to the library are you still coming!! 

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[ 02:14am ] 💬are u guys hiring [ 02:14am ] 💬i have like—10 years of jeans folding exp[ 02:16am ] 💬plth the group of dogs i walked today walked me 🥺