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witchtomez · 10 hours
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⭐bonus⭐
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witchtomez · 6 months
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Ayyyy, I remember!
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the man the myth the legend, and lightly based off @officallytheduchess‘s horseman who i am, in love with
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witchtomez · 9 months
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ROUND 1 MATCH 21
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Yoosung propaganda:
“I loveee him. Only fictional character that I would marry for real.”
Cliff propaganda:
“SWEET SHY BOY! In older games he actually has a falcon named Cain and lives in a cave. In this game he is a traveler wandering from town to town. You first meet him in the church and he's very shy. Eventually he starts running out of money and will leave after the fall of your first year if you do not help him get a job at the winery (not hard to do, but must be done regardless of if you want to marry him) and will never return. He left his hometown leaving his mother and sister behind and when he returned his mother had died and his sister had disappeared. He gifts you a flower necklace.”
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witchtomez · 9 months
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Feral screeching intesifies
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witchtomez · 11 months
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Happy birthday sweet Yoosung 💚🌱
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witchtomez · 1 year
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witchtomez · 1 year
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witchtomez · 1 year
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yeah we put your girl in the fandom and they villainized her beyond comprehension. yeah sorry they took out all the nuance and made the argument completely black and white. yeah my bad. we can’t reverse it. sorry.
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witchtomez · 1 year
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트위터에 망조가 들어서 혹시 몰라서 만들었어요
트위터에 올렸던 그림들 가져다둡니다..
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witchtomez · 2 years
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HAVE YOU SEEN THIS CG LOOK AT HIM. LOOK AT MY SON. LOOK AT MY HANDSOME MAN. LOOK HOW THEY HAVE DOME MY BOY. LOOK AT THE WAY HEAVENS LIGHT SHINES UPON HIM.
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witchtomez · 2 years
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idk how many of you are still on tumblr but I’m here to say I still love Yoosung Kim in the year 2022
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witchtomez · 3 years
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Zine extra!
We were given the opportunity to write little extras if there was time, so. As you do..
this one is at aboutt 500 words and immediately follows my complete piece Promising Under the Influence 
Title: Budding Promise
Upon exiting the grocery store, a comfortable breeze greeted the pair and fluttered through their bright, sunlit hair.
Yoosung took a deep breath, letting it out in a quiet huff as he chuckled and tightened his grip on the shopping bags. Next to him, Seongchae fished the keys from her pocket to unlock the car as they approached.
“You know, I’ve seen those aunties at every meat sale,’ Yoosung pondered aloud, passing produce to Seongchae, ‘today, they didn’t put up nearly as much of a fight!”
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witchtomez · 3 years
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Zine piece - Promising Under the Influence
Hey all, now that the @nostringsdetached zine is complete and the donations have been received, we’ve all been given the clear to release our individual pieces to the public. <3 I’m contemplating fluffing this up a little later for ao3, but that will be while as I have other pieces ahead of it to tackle first. 
So without further ado, here is my piece.
Title: Promising Under the Influence
Word count: 4.3k
The buzzing by his face was marginally stronger than the dull buzzing within his head; Yoosung blearily opened one crusty eyelid, wincing at the bright text notification. 
<Hey, you up yet?  If you’re serious about toning up, I’ll be at the gym in thirty minutes.>
Squinting disbelievingly, Yoosung typed as his brain reluctantly defogged; stomach gurgling irritably as the aftertaste of alcohol soured his tongue. 
<Zen, it’s too early for jokes. What on earth would I be doing at a gym??>
Settling down, he closed his eyes and snuggled into the cushions, dozing until his phone vibrated again. Slightly grumpy, Yoosung snatched it with intent to tell off Zen—
<Going back on your word already? Not a good look for Yoosung ‘husband-in-training’ Kim lol>
Pushing himself off the throw pillow, he ran a hand through his messy bed-head, thoroughly baffled with the humor his photogenic friend had decided upon this obnoxiously bright morning. 
‘Husband-in-training?’ I’m not even a boyfriend-in-training yet, is he still drunk?
About halfway through replying, Yoosung remembered he didn’t own a couch.
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witchtomez · 3 years
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Zine piece - Promising Under the Influence
Hey all, now that the @nostringsdetached zine is complete and the donations have been received, we’ve all been given the clear to release our individual pieces to the public. <3 I’m contemplating fluffing this up a little later for ao3, but that will be while as I have other pieces ahead of it to tackle first. 
So without further ado, here is my piece.
Title: Promising Under the Influence
Word count: 4.3k
The buzzing by his face was marginally stronger than the dull buzzing within his head; Yoosung blearily opened one crusty eyelid, wincing at the bright text notification. 
<Hey, you up yet?  If you’re serious about toning up, I’ll be at the gym in thirty minutes.>
Squinting disbelievingly, Yoosung typed as his brain reluctantly defogged; stomach gurgling irritably as the aftertaste of alcohol soured his tongue. 
<Zen, it’s too early for jokes. What on earth would I be doing at a gym??>
Settling down, he closed his eyes and snuggled into the cushions, dozing until his phone vibrated again. Slightly grumpy, Yoosung snatched it with intent to tell off Zen—
<Going back on your word already? Not a good look for Yoosung ‘husband-in-training’ Kim lol>
Pushing himself off the throw pillow, he ran a hand through his messy bed-head, thoroughly baffled with the humor his photogenic friend had decided upon this obnoxiously bright morning. 
‘Husband-in-training?’ I’m not even a boyfriend-in-training yet, is he still drunk?
About halfway through replying, Yoosung remembered he didn’t own a couch.
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witchtomez · 3 years
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Zine extra!
We were given the opportunity to write little extras if there was time, so. As you do..
this one is at aboutt 500 words and immediately follows my complete piece Promising Under the Influence 
Title: Budding Promise
Upon exiting the grocery store, a comfortable breeze greeted the pair and fluttered through their bright, sunlit hair.
Yoosung took a deep breath, letting it out in a quiet huff as he chuckled and tightened his grip on the shopping bags. Next to him, Seongchae fished the keys from her pocket to unlock the car as they approached.
“You know, I’ve seen those aunties at every meat sale,’ Yoosung pondered aloud, passing produce to Seongchae, ‘today, they didn’t put up nearly as much of a fight!”
Snickering, Seongchae closed the trunk and grinned. “Is it normally a battle royale in there?”
“Absolutely brutal!” he retorted, sighing dramatically. 
Pausing to open the car door for her, Seongchae slipped in with an appreciative nod.“Maybe they were surprised you had backup this time?” she mused, shooting Yoosung a pensive smile.
He hesitated, eyes drifting before he answered.“Honestly, I think they were shocked to see me with a girl…”
Sheepishly smiling, he closed the door just in time to contain her cackling laughter.
Despite the rough morning, the day shifted effortlessly into a cozy afternoon. Yoosung could hardly believe his luck; once the grocery trip concluded without much hassle, his mood grew steadily buoyant and they found themselves in a relaxing café. Sneaking a glance at his companion, Yoosung ended up catching Seongchae doing the same.
She looked away first, sipping from her cup to subtly shield her peachy flush. When it came to Yoosung Kim, Seongchae found it difficult to maintain composure while curious—unexpectedly, she didn’t hate it. Yoosung was good company as suspected; even more now that he recovered from the night before.  
Keeping casual wasn’t normally an issue, but with Yoosung…it was different. His honesty warranted a bit more sincerity than she was accustomed to revealing; watching Yoosung beam at her while offering some of his lunch, she determined her effort as well rewarded.
The leisurely lunch drew to a satisfying close; Yoosung sat back, smiling into his cup as he silently considered all he’d learned about Seongchae on this impromptu…well, he wouldn’t dare call it a ‘date’, but the strange adventure felt slightly how he imagined one—save for the check being sniped before he could withdraw his wallet. Pouting, he followed Seongchae out of the shop until she stuck her tongue out playfully.
When their laughter subsided, he noticed something had caught Seongchae’s attention; an impressive flower market across the street. Yoosung swallowed and gently slipped his hand around her forearm, taking initiative.
“We should go find some flowers for your mom,” he suggested, answering her bewildered expression.
“…What?”
Yoosung bit the corner of his lip; the awe in her face was unrestrained and he shivered like he stumbled on a precious secret.
“Flowers are good on an altar, right? I’d like to redeem myself from this morning if possible—and don’t even think of paying for it!” he warned, fighting down a silly grin. 
Blinking, Seongchae reasserted her calm smile, shaking her head and letting him lead while she came to a reluctant realization.
You’re going to make me fall this hard already? Yoosung Kim, you’re surprisingly ruthless…
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witchtomez · 3 years
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Zine piece - Promising Under the Influence
Hey all, now that the @nostringsdetached zine is complete and the donations have been received, we’ve all been given the clear to release our individual pieces to the public. <3 I’m contemplating fluffing this up a little later for ao3, but that will be while as I have other pieces ahead of it to tackle first. 
So without further ado, here is my piece.
Title: Promising Under the Influence
Word count: 4.3k
The buzzing by his face was marginally stronger than the dull buzzing within his head; Yoosung blearily opened one crusty eyelid, wincing at the bright text notification. 
<Hey, you up yet?  If you’re serious about toning up, I’ll be at the gym in thirty minutes.>
Squinting disbelievingly, Yoosung typed as his brain reluctantly defogged; stomach gurgling irritably as the aftertaste of alcohol soured his tongue. 
<Zen, it’s too early for jokes. What on earth would I be doing at a gym??>
Settling down, he closed his eyes and snuggled into the cushions, dozing until his phone vibrated again. Slightly grumpy, Yoosung snatched it with intent to tell off Zen—
<Going back on your word already? Not a good look for Yoosung ‘husband-in-training’ Kim lol>
Pushing himself off the throw pillow, he ran a hand through his messy bed-head, thoroughly baffled with the humor his photogenic friend had decided upon this obnoxiously bright morning. 
‘Husband-in-training?’ I’m not even a boyfriend-in-training yet, is he still drunk?
About halfway through replying, Yoosung remembered he didn’t own a couch.
His sour stomach was shortly replaced by nervous adrenaline. Rubbing the flaky saltiness around his eyes, Yoosung realized there’d been tears at some point last night and groaned; while Zen was relatively used to the sight, the third member of their party was new to this invitation and he hadn’t wanted her to see him that way—another worry to consider once he discerned his location. 
Scanning the room, his chest tightened. It was significantly bigger than his college dorm; the kitchen alone dwarfed his main living space! A subtle floral fragrance had him sniffing air as he spotted a diffuser perched upon a wall shelf.  Letting his gaze drift slowly due to the residual hangover, there was something Yoosung noticed:
Aside from being clean and comfortable, there was hardly any personal décor…like the apartment was barely lived in. Until he spied a small shelf draped in red, Yoosung worried he’d boarded in some fancy hotel room. A bowl of fruit sat aside a small pot in the center, holding the remains of burned incense. 
He hesitated; Yoosung wasn’t particularly religious and while unfamiliar with the setup, he was certain the humble little shelf was an altar, judging by the frame that sat behind the container. However, it was too far for details of the encased photo…
Swallowing carefully, he trained his eyes to the location, attempting to subdue the lingering dizziness. Yoosung extended his feet slowly behind him until his toes felt the soft rug, easing himself up. When the world didn’t sway so turbulently, he made to move around the couch—promptly tripping over a lined wastebasket.
Curious clattering sounded elsewhere in the apartment; the vibrations against his left ear, along with the side of his face planted firmly against the hardwood tile implied as much. A second later, Yoosung felt his throat constrict, heart jumping into his esophagus. 
The owner of the apartment slid into the room, abandoning a house slipper in her haste; Yoosung wanted to seep into the floor. 
Seongchae Moon, a woman of nearly intimidating composure balanced by equal amounts of laidback wit…and then him: Yoosung, a disaster sprawled before her. 
“Oh, Yoosung—‘
Shame colored his face; he kept his eyes low, unable to meet her.
‘—I’m sorry; I didn’t think you’d be up so early!”
Confused, he was quickly hoisted back to the couch while his host combed back her vibrant curtain of hair with the other hand. Pressed back against the cushions, Yoosung’s brain cells fired rapidly, throwing out several fairly decent questions. Unfortunately, the only one that escaped his lips was a squeaky “A-ah?”
“I set a trash bin near in case you got sick, but I didn’t figure you might get up; you crashed hard last night.” 
Though she mercifully overlooked his awkward gaping, Yoosung held his face, moaning quietly.  
She has to see me like this too?! I’m hopeless—
Cool fingers slid into his hairline, breaking off the tirade of self-derision with a quiet hitch of breath.  A few seconds passed with Yoosung feeling delicately entranced by her analytical, yet gentle scrutiny. 
“…Still feeling rough?” she prodded lightly.  Desperate to respond like a human, Yoosung cleared his throat and nodded.
“Y-yeah, a little…I woke up in this big place I’ve never seen, so…,” he trailed off as she chortled softly, unseating a bit of the silk from her shoulders.  The miniscule movement sent a nervous trickling down Yoosung’s spine, having only ever encountered her in professional or semi-professional attire until then. The initial discovery of vivid, dark blue hair stuffed under the more work appropriate wig had been shocking; something about the way the mussed tresses spilled over her shoulders to adorn the shimmery, unusual sleepwear that seemed practical yet foreign elicited a different kind of astonishment that sobered him quickly. 
Yoosung struggled to find a safe direction to look, not wanting to be disrespectful but also unable to withstand her penetrating gaze—though, his curiosity won out, following the cut of her top toward the halter tie by the neck; a hint of some pale, raised line amid the honeyed, bronze skin near her collarbone, promptly obscured when Seongchae readjusted her robe. 
“Mm…you might be feverish, you look a bit flushed. Wait here, ok?” 
Lacking the courage to correct her assumption, Yoosung exhaled in relief as she moved toward the kitchen. Snatching his phone, he furiously tapped the screen.
<Zen! Why didn’t you take me back home last night??> He hit send and shoved the device back under his thigh. Savory, aromatic spices permeated the air, cautiously stirring his hunger.  The blonde turned to find Seongchae filling a tray set next to a pressure cooker on the kitchen island. 
Returning, she settled next to him on the couch as he inquisitively inspected the tray; the source of the hearty scent was steaming from a soup mug nestled between a glass of water, a tiny dish with two Tiranol pills and a cooling gel patch. Taking the water, Yoosung downed the pills with gradual sips while Seongchae squeezed a wedge of lime into the mug and opened the foil packet to extract the patch. 
“It might smell complicated but it should be easy for your stomach if you drink slowly,” she advised, trading for his now empty glass. Yoosung inhaled, noting the added citrus to the flavor profile; it quieted the residual nausea, permitting his appetite an opinion. A light taste perked him up swiftly, allowing Yoosung to notice Seongchae subtly biting the inside of her lip. 
Once the first mouthful settled graciously in his stomach, he gave a satisfied sigh, lightly echoed by his present company.  
Is she…nervous? Does that really happen for her?  
Yoosung mused silently, cradling the smooth ceramic in his clammy palms. Looking up, he smiled shyly. “This tastes expensive, is it really ok for me to have some?”
A lopsided grin tugged at her mouth as she scoffed, waving off his concerns. “Please, have all you want. It’s cheap enough to make.”
Before he could get excited, his phone vibrated against his leg; Yoosung mouthed an apology and unlocked the screen. 
<Sorry, just finished my set. How could I take you home when you couldn’t stay awake? Seongchae was the safer option since she drove to meet us!>
<Another reason you should be at the gym, Mr. Overachiever Kim! A husband should be able to carry his bride, but maybe you can start as a boyfriend that can lift his lady’s heavy groceries some day. I hope you didn’t make her carry you to your dorm!>
Thoroughly red, Yoosung instinctively shielded the text. Zen made a fair point, yet why was he here instead of near campus? Furrowing his brows, he rubbed at his thigh before freezing in absolute horror.
WHERE ARE MY PANTS???
Swallowing slowly, his purple irises slid to the edge of his peripheral vision; Yoosung struggled to contain the goosebumps that erupted all over. If she noticed, Seongchae showed nothing, comfortably reclining against the sofa. 
A million scenarios pelted his poor brain, each more humiliating than the last; Yoosung could only take refuge in his crush’s nonchalance and willed himself to emulate her calm. 
“…I’m really sorry if I made a mess on top of being a bother, Seongchae. I—I’ll make it up to you somehow—!“
“What are you talking about?” she interjected, eyebrow raised in concern at his stammering apology. 
Gripping the hem of his boxers, Yoosung forced his face up, albeit completely flushed. “My pants…did I s-spill beer or...?” He couldn’t bring himself to verbalize any other possibilities. 
Finally recognizing the issue, Seongchae lightly knocked her knuckles against her forehead and chuckled, “No worries, Yoosung, you didn’t make a mess—you proudly announced as much when you left the bathroom!”  Seongchae bit down another laugh at his short-lived relief, confusion creasing his forehead. 
“I did wha—but then where…what happened last night?” 
Taking pity at his cracking voice, Seongchae sat up to relay the events, gathering her cobalt mane over a shoulder. “We drove to your campus, but you couldn’t say which building was yours, much less the door code to get inside. Since it was already late, it was just easier to bring you back here.”
Blinking, Yoosung found himself nodding at her explanation until he made the mistake of glancing down at his bare legs.
Seongchae quietly mused over the blonde’s completely transparent thoughts before continuing, “As for your pants? Abandoned once you left the bathroom; you came out, announced you’d brushed your teeth and you’d be ready for chores early in the morning. Then you said my couch looked like a marshmallow and belly flopped onto it…”
Yoosung’s head sank into his neck, hiding so that only the tips of his burning ears were visible amongst his bright fluff. Steepling his hands so that his palms would act as blinders, the waffling university student grumbled, “Never again…I’m cringing from the bottom of my heart—!” 
Sputtering laughter cut him off, surprising Yoosung almost as much as the cold fever patch she pressed against his head until he was sitting up and positioned to face her directly.
“I thought Zen was the dramatic one. It’s not that bad,’ she reassured, reclining languidly, ‘I feel like I know you a bit better now, so the night wasn’t a total loss.”
Subconsciously, Yoosung bit his lip, uncertain how to interpret that. Seongchae didn’t seem to be mocking him; the remark about knowing him better caused a strange flutter inside, something between hope and anxiety. Chancing a quick peek of her expression, Yoosung caught her eyes twinkling mirthfully over an authentic smile, absent of derision.
The flutter quickly became a powerful throb that stole his breath for a beat. He could do this.
“That might be fine for you, but it’s one sided, isn’t it?,’ Yoosung posed the question, mustering a playful pout, ‘The only thing I learned since waking is that you can make amazing soup and um...maybe you don’t decorate much? Or you just moved here?” 
A brief pause ensued where Seongchae blinked owlishly, looking around and seeing his point; her cheeks bloomed pink as she partially covered her mouth. 
“I uh...I actually moved in over a year ago,’ she admitted sheepishly, pressing her lips together at Yoosung’s surprised stare, ‘I guess I forgot to furnish since I was too busy back then. You’re really my first guest now that I remember.”
It was quiet as they both tried not to overthink the fact; climbing to his feet, Yoosung turned away to round the couch in time to conceal how warm his skin was—and taking special care to ensure his front remained covered. 
“It looks nice anyway, even if a little empty! I did see this though,’ he explained, gesturing at the altar. Approaching until close enough to see the contents, Yoosung looked to Seongchae only to find her neutral expression, posture somewhat guarded as she joined him.  
Oh…Should I not talk about it…? She’s not telling me off though…
Pausing, he breathed and perused the surface, considering his words carefully before speaking, ‘…I only know how an altar at a temple looks like. It used to make me uneasy as a little kid because I was afraid of ghosts. When I was older, I thought the ceremonies were too complicated. My grandparents were really traditional, so I always felt bad for my mom and older sister for having to prepare all the dishes for what I thought was just a flat rock—“
“…You mean the ancestral tablet?”
Yoosung turned; relieved to see her shielded look replaced by one of humorous incredulity as she gawked at him. 
He nodded, chuckling guiltily, “Yes, I made that mistake exactly once before my mother nearly pinched my ears off—but I was really young, I didn’t know why there weren’t pictures of ancestors instead!”
Seongchae covered her smile, poorly stifling a laugh, “I thought I lived dangerously, but you’re making me reconsider.” Yoosung rolled his eyes, biting down a grin. He might be embarrassing himself further, but at least he wasn’t inebriated this time. 
Her reaction was worth it. 
“I was in trouble then, but I wouldn’t have been afraid of altars if they had pictures like this,” he insisted, shyly rubbing his arm. 
Eventually, their eyes settled on the portrait seated against the wall. 
The woman beamed behind the glass, silky hair streaming over her shoulder, resting a cheek on her clasped hands. A vivid jade bangle contrasted with the golden tan skin beneath it; looking back at her face, Yoosung realized something familiar about the large, twinkling dark eyes even before Seongchae quietly confirmed it:
“She’s my mother.”
 His heart dropped; the lady in the photo didn’t look much older than the wistful daughter standing before her.
“I’m sorry—is it even ok for me to be here?” Yoosung began, suddenly unsure until Seongchae shook her head.
“It was…a long time ago. You could say hello if you wish,” she assured, shaking off the melancholy.  Yoosung shuffled closer, wringing his shirt as he locked eyes with the portrait.
“Nice to meet—wait, not like this!”
 Yoosung launched himself back over the couch, stretching his shirt over his knees; Seongchae’s eyebrows nearly disappeared into her hairline.
“I can’t meet your mom half clothed!” Yoosung whispered urgently, going crimson. Leaning her head back, she gradually sank until she was squatting on the floor, shoulders shaking once her face was hidden behind her folded arms.
“Yoosung…you’re killing me…” she wheezed, giggles racking her frame. In one fluid motion, she stood and whipped off her robe, sailing it across the room to land on the blonde’s head. 
Yoosung yelped as the fabric whispered over his skin; upon removing it, he could just make out the flash of amethyst silk ties over bare skin as she slipped behind a door. A moment later, Seongchae re-emerged with khakis folded over her forearm, wiping stray tears of laughter.
“My pants!” he exclaimed in relief, snatching them from the air when she tossed them. 
Arms crossed, Seongchae smirked and shifted her posture. “I went ahead and washed them; bars aren’t known for cleanliness anyway.” 
“Another reason to quit drinking…’ Yoosung sighed, reaching for the remaining soup, ‘I don’t know how to thank you enough, Seongchae; I’m really sorry you had to baby me.” 
Seeing the bitter frown disappearing behind the rim of the cup, Seongchae seated herself before he became too sullen. “Don’t worry, I’ll think of something—besides, you had a lot to get off your chest.”
The last gulp trickled down his throat along with a reluctant sense of admission; even for diplomacy, Yoosung felt it was a drastic understatement. He set the empty mug down, softly scoffing at himself.
Then he felt a poke in his cheek. 
Refusing to move her finger, Yoosung ended up bumping his nose when he turned. Seeing the unvoiced question, Seongchae winked before answering patiently, “You looked like you were about to beat yourself up after I’ve been trying to pull you together.”
His face grew hot, though the tingling in his skin felt more to do with her than his sense of embarrassment this time. Yoosung swallowed, realizing the truth; wallowing in self-pity was a poor repayment for her generosity. Resolutely, he took a deep breath and straightened. 
“You’re not wrong…I’ve just realized that I lived my life only pleasing others; when I was younger, I studied well to keep my parents happy. In high school, I was trying to live up to Rika-noona’s expectations. Now I’m in university and I just...don’t know what will make me feel satisfied and I…I’m—“
“—‘Afraid?’“  She softly concluded for him. Yoosung winced, though determined to keep his mood from darkening further. Peeking her way, he saw Seongchae close her eyes contemplatively; Surely Zen would lecture him for complaining to his crush like this, but there was no overstating the relief Yoosung felt as she considered his situation without a hint of reproach. 
“I sometimes think my problems aren’t that important, but feeling like that along with…everything else that’s happened, I want to explode! It’s like I don’t have the words to explain my thoughts well.”
Seongchae blinked, watching Yoosung quietly while she mulled over her thoughts. After a beat, she chuckled. “That’s certainly a strong incentive for a drink, especially considering what ‘everything else’ consists of—you’re wrong though; your problems are important. Even if they seem ordinary, it doesn’t make them any less troublesome. Who would want a career they hate just to satisfy someone else?”
Briefly, a strange heat developed behind Yoosung’s eyes but a tiny smile tugged at his mouth.  “…Thank you for saying that.” He sniffed until the scent of salt abated, “Hehe, it’s strange. I know I’m not old but I feel like I’m running out of time.” 
“Why? You dying?” 
Yoosung balked, hands flailing, “No! Definitely not, I—sometimes I eat too much junk food, but usually I’m really healthy—!” He fizzled when Seongchae’s throaty chortle interrupted; narrowing his eyes, he swore there was mischief in hers. 
“Well, good, you made some promises I intend to cash in when you’re ready.”
He stiffened. “P-promises?” 
Her smile grew downright predatory; Feeling cornered, his nerves rooted him to the spot. 
“Oh? You remember being upset, but not the goal you set for yourself outside of careers and financials? You were exceedingly confident about it once you started cheering up,” she teased, watching Yoosung squirm before the color drained from his face. 
“I said…I wanted to be—“ 
“—‘a good husband’,” she quoted, barely restraining herself, ‘In fact, you were going to be a husband that enjoys splitting chores and cooking with his wife. You swore you’d even defeat all the homemakers during meat sales!”
She’d expected Yoosung to join in the laugh, yet he sat paralyzed; eyes wide and unblinking, barely breathing. 
“I promised…you?” He finally spoke, silently praying the cold sweat all over his body wouldn’t visibly seep through his clothes. 
Seongchae’s grin receded as she pressed her lips together, looking away. An almost imperceptible blush gave her skin a peachy glow that could reasonably be blamed on the morning sun outside the window. She broke the silence before her face could betray her, “…You said you would prove yourself. Not necessarily to me, but I did care for you…and you keep saying you want to repay me; I’m not one to turn down help on grocery day, so…”
Possessing an absolutely useless poker face, Yoosung shakily smiled, thinly veiling his relief.
Oh thank goodness…if I had proposed…God! I wouldn’t forgive myself if I wasn’t sober when—Ahhh! Zen, how could you tease me about this?!
“Hah—well, you’re right: I owe you. Um…I should go home and shower first I think,” he acquiesced, fidgeting awkwardly. 
She laid a hand over his, eyes rolling lightheartedly. “Yoosung…it’s somewhat late for this, no? You’ve spent more time in my home undressed than not; we are sitting here in sleep clothes. You can shower here, it’s fine.”
Steam nearly poured from his ears. Yoosung groaned, almost covering his face with the robe until he realized what he held, dropping it with a gasp. Seongchae fell back into the cushions, cackling as he fought his blush with a pout. 
“I can’t help it! I’ve never slept over at a girl’s house, I just woke up here! I’ve broken so many rules, I’m unsure what to do anymore…” he protested until her laughter ebbed to a tranquil smile.
“Honestly, Yoosung! Not even a full day has passed and you’ve shown so much of yourself—and as nice as they are, I’m not talking about your legs so put them down.”
Hesitantly, Yoosung uncovered his shins and returned them to the floor. Seongchae repressed a snicker to continue, “All I’m saying is you haven’t shown anything shameful; whether you’re a sad, weepy drunk or adorably passionate drunk, you were honest.  If you can find the courage to be direct with a university counselor, you’ll find your way eventually—then you’ll be closer to becoming that dreamy husband you aspire to be.”
Crimson gradually faded to healthy pink as Yoosung sat with this observation. He’d dismissed the suggestion of counseling before, but hearing it casually from someone he admired—who had suffered heartbreaking loss very early and made it through to the other side… 
“…You really think a counselor can help me...?” he murmured. Tucking flyaway strands behind her ear, Seongchae nodded.
“It’s just my opinion, but regarding counselors, that’s their job—maybe you’ll have to search around until you find one you click with, but that’s true for anything: doctors, dentists, even schools. Just don’t give up on yourself, husbands aren’t allowed.”
He snorted, smiling in spite of himself, “Please, I can’t even defend myself. I don’t even know what kind of drunk you become!”
“And you never will! I don’t drink,” she quipped cheekily. Surprised, Yoosung sat up.
“Oh…is it something you dislike?” he asked, concerned that he and Zen had unwittingly invited her to something she hated. 
Faltering, her smile slipped; face tilted away pensively. Her right hand reached up, rubbing the underside of her jaw before settling over her collarbone, fingers tracing something unseen beneath the fabric. Catching herself, Seongchae glanced back at Yoosung, a smirk finding its way back to her mouth.
“Let’s just say I’m not sure I’ll be as cute as you when inebriated,” she mused, leaning forward to press the patch on his forehead.  She climbed to her feet, stretching while Yoosung looked anywhere but at her exposed back; remembering the tray she’d brought, he sprang up toward the kitchen. 
Smiling appreciatively and handing back his trousers, she led him through the apartment to the main bathroom. Yoosung checked his phone for the time just as Seongchae returned with towels and an appropriate charger.
“Oh, thank you! I’ll be quick—the best deals start in about two hours!” he promised, plugging in his phone once she shut the door. 
While preparing for the day, both their phones chimed with notifications. Seeing a message from Zen with an attachment, Seongchae unlocked her screen.
<Morning, Seongchae! I had to get Seven to help send the video I took, but…you’re not going to make fun of Yoosung with it, right? I won’t feel right if he gets hurt…>
She played the clip at low volume, pleasant warmth settling in her chest. After downloading, she responded.
<Of course not, this is for me only! I appreciate it, thanks. >
A moment later, another text sounded. Seongchae skimmed Zen’s message, huffing.
“Worry about your own love life, will you? Timing is everything,” she muttered, shoving the phone into her pocket. 
Yoosung, conversely, received a message from Seven:
<Yoosungie…I’m so sad I didn’t witness this! You’re growing up too fast!! Sevennie isn’t ready!>
There was a video attached… he was in the thumbnail. Yoosung hesitated, knowing nothing good would result—but he held his breath and pressed play.
“Zen…that’s nu—not funny! She’s…she’s like a superhero! Tough, myshterioussh and cool! Wha would she wan’ with me, hah? What can I offer someone like her? An omelette? I…*sniff* still mess up smiley faces…what if I can’t even make a ketchup heart, hyung? Hyuungg!”
“Oi, Yoosung, shh! She’s coming—!”
“Yoosung, tell me: how are you with cockroaches?”
“Ahh...terrible!”
“Good, we can team up. How do you feel about…?”
Yoosung set his phone down, muffling his screams in the towel. Mortified within thirty seconds of the three minute clip, he was already unsure of leaving the bathroom; much less surviving a shopping trip. 
And yet…
Whatever transpired last night didn’t negate anything from that morning. After dealing with his messier aspects…she did still say she hadn’t seen anything bad. In fact, she said he was…cute. Today was a chance to learn more about her and maybe show his competent side.  
He stared at the mirror, hoping to find resolve. He only found his reflection; clean, clothed and nervous. 
Yoosung decided that would at least be enough to greet Seongchae’s mother properly before they set out.
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