beyun

[beyun]

bejinyoung​:

“right, i make you so sick,” he can’t help but laugh. yun’s joking, surely. “that’s why you made that sound, right?” jinyoung makes a whining, moaning sound then, probably meant to be some exaggerated and rather moor mimicry of whatever yun had done when they slept together. it’s ridiculous, so much so that he makes himself laugh again with it, the cry dissolving into his grin. “i guess to be fair, you did sort of wail like a dying animal,”

will yun actually kill him? jinyoung hopes so. it’d certainly make things interesting.

maybe he should be a little more worried about the guy making verbal death threats knowing where he lives and just inviting himself into his house. but jinyoung really isn’t afraid of much, and certainly not afraid of yun. he’s just waiting for that calm, cool, and collected exterior to crack, for the other young man to say or do something unpredictable. jinyoung doesn’t have to pay for a streaming service when he can get better suspense than a drama by messing with his friends in real life.

“sure, that’s the boring explanation,” he admits it; it’s probably the truth of why yun came over, just physical proximity. “but you could have just gone to the library or something if you really wanted quiet. i don’t know, i think i’m gonna have to believe that you just like me or something. even if it’s just for my shitty apartment,” he stretches out, making himself even more comfortable draped over the other, and sighs as if contentedly. 

yun looks tired. jinyoung notices the way he leans back, the way his eyes seem to get a little heavier. “hey,” he wiggles one leg as if to jostle yun awake, “if you’re gonna sleep like this i’m gonna charge you for the night like an air bnb.”

yun's face scrunches up in disgust.

"tough talk for someone who couldn't stop grunting like a pig in heat," he jabs back—not that he particularly remembers or cares considering the memory is more traumatic than anything. worst mistake of his life (and he's made a lot of mistakes).

if anything, at least jinyoung is someone he can run his mouth with and face no consequences. an outlet for the random bouts of negative energy. "fuck you." a punching bag.

okay, maybe that's an over-exaggeration. yun's still a good person at heart and as much as he would love to spew death threats for no reason, he can't bring himself to be a menace to someone who's so very gracefully allowing him to laze about in his home.

"life is boring, jinyoung, and libraries don't have couches," he shrugs, wrenching his leg out from underneath jinyoung's and laying it on top of the pile of limbs. they're about to get really tangled in a bit, and not in the good(...?) way. "your apartment is lovely don't be mean to it."

not that his own apartment is any better. in fact, jinyoung's is probably cleaner than his room, but he wasn't about to admit that. "i'm not sleeping, just closing my eyes. i'd ask you to keep me awake but you're pretty bad at that. so don't worry, i got this," he chuckles to himself.

#bejinyoung #pages. #( i leave for a month and yun goes thru a personality change )

[beyun]

bexstevie​:

stevie sways lightly on his face, rolling the edge of his skateboard back and forth with the motion as he beams over at yun. at the agreement, stevie’s grin widens even further, and he straightens up with a happy hiss of “nice!” he nods his head in further agreement at the mention of a snack, eyes flickering down to yun’s stomach in surprise when it makes a sound. stevie lets out a small laugh, shaking his head. “sure thing! my treat! i’m the one dragging you out to be my audience, basically.” he’s sheepish as he says it, rubbing the back of his neck. he doesn’t mind– and it’s only fair after all.

tucking his board under his arm, he situates it carefully so it’s out of the way; stevie lets out a defensive protest, despite leaning into the gentle pat with a pout. “i won’t! promise! i’ve gotten a lot better since last time.” he has– at least he’d like to think so. he sends a half-hearted wish above that he won’t eat his words and freak yun out with an injury again. he still feels bad about the first time.

stepping to the side so they can walk together, stevie bounces in place, excited; there’s a happy grin beginning to build on his face. “cool! good to hear. probably even better now that you’re off of work, though, right?” he adjusts the strap of his backpack idly with his free hand, feeling a little awkward; but good, happy that he’s around yun and the other has agreed. he can’t help but cheese, grinning to himself. as they walk down the sidewalk, stevie eyes the upcoming buildings for any place of food, straightening up. “park’s up the block, around the corner– where do you wanna grab a bite to eat?” he leans forward a bit, head tilting forward so he can peer at yun with a curious look.

as always, yun feels guilty at the notion of having a meal paid for. stevie makes a fair point with making yun his audience, but it wasn't like he found it enough of a chore to need a reward for. which isn't to say he isn't accepting, of course—he's in no position to refuse.

"i believe you," he chuckles at stevie's outburst, hoping for both their sakes that he is telling the truth. yun mentally makes a note to be ready for the worst, even if the idea might be insulting to stevie. better safe than sorry, he thinks, especially knowing how he's prone to freezing up during times of need.

"definitely. better now that you're here," he quickens his pace to join his friend's side, the comment innocent and well-meaning. "you rescued me from another day of the same old schedule. it's nice to break the monotony," he shakes his head with a dramatic sigh. not that he hadn't been looking forward to going home and laying in bed, but even that was starting to get on his nerves after awhile.

just as they cross a street, yun spots a snack stall set up just ahead, advertising everything from tteokbokki to corndogs. he turns to stevie and tilts his head towards the stall. "there? looks good from here—smells good too. were you getting anything too?"

#pages. #bexstevie

[beyun]

bewoosung​:

monster mash

the other’s outburst makes woosung let out a roaring laugh. it isn’t meant to be funny, he supposes, but he can’t help but laugh. he tries to catch himself, easing the laughter into a coughing fit. he’s not sure if yun will be offended that he takes pleasure in his pain. 

it relieves the tension between the two a bit, though, and the older boy smiles. “i won’t hurt you, as long as you get us out of here safe and sound,” he tries to sound stern, but woosung knows he’s never one to be tough. a moment passes, and the awkwardness is back as they both stand unmoving. 

he doesn’t want to cough again, so he brings his hand up to the nape of his neck sheepishly. “that’s a good point,” he mumbles, looking everywhere but yun’s face. woosung sighs, “maybe i can just, hold onto your shoulders or something?” 

yun tries his best to pretend his little freak out didn't happen. not even let his brain process or acknowledge it, lest he starts sinking into a pit of humiliation, or god forbid, start blushing. it's embarrassing enough being laughed at, let alone by someone he's come to know as a stranger.

"does it look like—" yun gestures at himself in exasperation. "why me? why can't you go first?" though he knows that as much as he's prone to being jumpscared, he has a surprising talent for moving forward regardless--so yeah, it'd make sense for him to lead the two of them out of this maze, but something about the situations leads him to being petty. of all things to get woosung to talk to him again, god forbid yun wish for some proper eye contact. that might be asking too much.

"like kids playing choo-choo train," he sighs, shaking his head. "you'd just let go the moment you get scared again. i have to hold onto you too somehow," the obvious answer is to hold his hand, of course, but part of him wants woosung to be the one to say it. yun's already been made to feel like enough of a clingy stalker with how woosung's been avoiding him lately. that really better not be the case...

#bewoosung #pages. #BE:BOOBASH #( sorry for lack of replies two weeks in a row but life is kicking my ass rn team )

[beyun]

besaea​:

— like seeing a ghost

     seeing the once-over he gives her and then his words, saea can’t help the huff that leaves her lips. “and what do you mean by that?” she asks, a frown on her lips because of it. while she does think the colours of sailor moon’s costume are a bit bright, she doesn’t think it’s that crazy to see someone dressed like her. especially not when it’s halloween. she’s seen much crazier costumes today. 

     also, everyone knows sailor moon? especially with the remake.

     she brushes it off though, in favour of this really weird occurrence that has never taken place before, in the entire time that she’s known yun. “i didn’t know you existed outside of the hours of 2-4 in the morning in the convenience store,” she repeats again, though her attention is easily taken by the pastries in front of them considering she had come to buy one as well.

     “they have some savoury pastries too,” saea points out, indicating the ham and cheese one in front of them. “i think it says it has pesto in it too? that’s how they made it green for halloween,” she comments slowly as the realization dawned on her. it’s a smart way to market fresh pastries while also keeping in the spirit of the holiday. maybe she’ll get that one.

     “i want a cookie though. i saw the pictures on instagram and knew i had to come get one.”

yun senses he's perhaps overstepped. "i don't know--the whole cosplay thing. also, you struck me as someone too edgy for sailor moon," he throws in a joke near the end, flashing saea an innocent smile to offset the quip.

"i could say the same for you," he shakes his head disbelievingly. it's the first time she's seen him out of uniform, and it's his first time seeing her under lights that weren't buzzing fluorescent. "i'm surprised you don't just exist in liminal space."

he turns to look at the pastries with her comment, tearing his gaze away from the flashy, colorful cookies and landing on something more appetizing. "that looks crazy," his eyes widen at the color. it would seem off-putting in any other scenario, but pesto is too good to pass up.

he waves down an employee and points to the pastry before returning his attention to saea. "they do look good, but i always have trouble eating pretty things. i feel bad destroying the design..."

#BE:BOOBASH #besaea

[beyun]

a yawn leaves yun's lips as he's sat in an unfamiliar kitchen. typically, he'd be on higher alert than this in another man's home, but jindallae's already proven himself trustworthy enough with everything that's happened—namely the shower than yun was confident was going to end up with someone's tongue down his throat. surprises are always welcome, he guesses.

his fingers swipe across his phone mindlessly, liking pictures he's been tagged in and leaving comments about how his hair's a mess. probably wasn't a good idea to dump party glitter all over himself for the shitty costume, but hey, it looked really good, plus the way the light catches it in photos makes him look crazy unreal.

"it smells good," yun sits up straight when jindallae returns from the stove, attention focused on his benefactor for the night. not that he ever doubted jin's words, but he's always surprised at how well he cooks. better than yun himself, anyway, who can barely make instant noodles without getting boiling water all over himself. "thanks for the meal," his spoon clacks against the side of the bowl before he tries a mouthful. oh, wow.

he almost misses jindallae's words, too focused on the food. "hm? uh...probably not," he doesn't even look up at jin as he takes another bite. "you know how glitter is—" he pauses mid-sentence (and mid-bite) as his phone lights up with a notification. he almost ignores it when a word catches his eye. birthday. who's goddamn birthday is it and what does it have to do with him?

wait—

"it's your birthday today?" he looks over at jindallae unbelievingly, eyes flitting back and forth between his phone and the other. "or is this person just messing with you."

[  🥀  ]  𝖌𝖎𝖛𝖊 𝖒𝖊 𝖔𝖓𝖊 𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖓𝖈𝖊.

𝖏𝖎𝖓’𝖘 𝖆𝖕𝖆𝖗𝖙𝖒𝖊𝖓𝖙, 𝖆𝖋𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝖉𝖆𝖗𝖐  /  20221030. 𝖙𝖑𝖉𝖗  /  JIN COOKS FOR YUN POST-BOO BASH.

it’s his birthday today. does anyone know except for mindeulle, the rest of his family, and a few of his close friends ?? no — but that’s how he prefers things. jindallae has never been a person who takes the anniversary of his entrance into the world all that seriously. in fact, for the most part, his celebrations were always crammed in with his brother’s even though they were born a couple of days apart. he knows that it’s all jokes when it comes to his parents and older siblings, but most of the time, they’d dote on min by treating him with gentle care, love, and attention while cracking jokes about jin in the next breath. he’s forever noticed a divide in how he and his twin are treated by their relatives, and it’s always made him feel ostracized to some degree. some might say he’s oversensitive, but their words genuinely do effect how he views himself; they’re a component in why he’s convinced that he’s a monster that’s only capable of causing harm. needless to say, birthdays aren’t important to him.

he’s another year older — big whoop.

luckily, the guy he brought home after the night’s festivities isn’t aware of his special day or anything, and it’s not like he’s going to tell him about it. instead, he’s focusing on the meal that he’s preparing for them: a healthy pot of kimchi-jjigae. its warm and rich aroma floods his home, the coziest vibe accentuates it, and he’s serving it into two large bowls. “ this is gonna be so fuckin’ good… ” he hums, lifting the finished products only to guide them to the kitchen table; setting them down on the surface and ensuring that the side dishes he’d prepared are presented, and that there are eating utensils for them to use. “ alright — eat up. ” with that, he takes the seat parallel to yun; his fingers reaching up to card through his hair, still damp from the shower. there’s a part of him that wishes he’d be doing something more physical tonight in order to properly “ celebrate ” his twenty-first, but there’s something pleasant about whipping up good grub after innocently showering with someone…

… especially when that someone looks like yun.

“ did i manage to get all the glitter outta your hair ?? ” he asks, lifting up his spoon to taste test the broth he made from scratch; slurping it up slow only to hum at its stunning flavor. “ mmm… ” jindallae sighs, his eyes averting over to his guest to watch the expressions on his face the instant he tries his dinner; hoping he loves it.

#pages. #jindallaebe

[beyun]

bedaeun​:

〈 SMS ⋯ 윤 〉the rich kind, obviously, what else?🤷‍♀️ 〈 SMS ⋯ 윤 〉but i know that you aren’t only with me because of money, shouldn’t that count for something? 〈 SMS ⋯ 윤 〉besides if you were just my friend for the money 〈 SMS ⋯ 윤 〉it isn’t like i’d blame you ㅋㅋㅋ take it as idk 〈 SMS ⋯ 윤 〉damages for dealing with my bullshit all the time??? 〈 SMS ⋯ 윤 〉i can promise to not spend it on anything illegal 〈 SMS ⋯ 윤 〉but not spending on you it’s a little 💀 〈 SMS ⋯ 윤 〉i promier to not spend it on you without your permission, is that good enough? 😇 〈 SMS ⋯ 윤 〉idk if i should be offended or flattered ㅋㅋㅋㅋ 〈 SMS ⋯ 윤 〉and i feel like you’re more heartless than i am 👀

( ✉ ➝ kim daeun )

⮞ wow almost forgot you’re rich for a moment ⮞ that’s only because i’ve been rejecting your offers. imagine if i didn’t ⮞ and if i start now who knows how our relationship will progress ⮞ just seems like it’d end up creating a weird power imbalance ⮞ in the long run you’ve probably put up with more out of me especially right after graduation lol ⮞ that’s good enough i guess ⮞ am i heartless? what makes you say that

#text. #bedaeun

[beyun]

bejun​:

{ comfort zone }

Junho isn’t entirely sure how this conversation began. He’s rarely talked to anyone in great depth about his struggles with his sexuality—it isn’t something he really likes to think about, or put a spotlight on, especially not when he’s still struggling with it, playing his silly game of push and pull, never quite allowing himself to completely let go of the old beliefs his family instilled in him. Yet, Yun puts him at ease, makes him feel like he can say anything without judgement. The last thing he needs is someone else judging him, when he spends the majority of his time judging himself. Whether he’s giving in too much, or not enough, it seems he can never just be content with where he’s at in his growth. It’s never enough for him. 

“It’s like…” The words seem to stick in his throat. He’s not sure what to say, or how to say it, his thoughts a disconcertingly jumbled mess. It takes a moment for him to try again, fingers still gently tracing over Yun’s palm, and the back of his hand. “I always sort of… deep down knew there couldn’t really be anything wrong with it. But… with everyone saying there was, well it’s hard to believe that I’m the only one who’s right.” There’s a pregnant pause, and then he sighs. “Obviously, I know now I was right. Still… haven’t managed to really get comfortable with it all yet, at least not as much as I’d like. But hey, you can’t rush perfection.” He tries to joke to lighten the somewhat heavy mood that had settled over the two of them.

“But… we’re lucky we have friends who understand, and who accept us.” Jun shifts closer, lifting his head to look at Yun with a soft smile. “If anyone’s ever mean to you, I’ll beat them up.” He offers with a warm smile. It’s tough, bringing up the nasty bits of his past, the ways he used to think, and censor himself and his thoughts—it all leaves him feeling heavy and disappointed in himself. “I wonder if we’ll we around when things finally do get better, at least here. Sometimes I wonder if I should’ve gone back to San Francisco when I had the chance… But then I’d not have met you. So staying was worth it.”

"that's just how prejudices are. you were young and mob mentality is scary," yun shrugs, a nonchalant tone to his voice in hopes of making the situation easier to handle. "i still have to remind myself that guys are allowed to do feminine things from time to time. it freaks me out when my initial reaction is to be grossed out by it but then i remember it's just what i was taught, not what i have learned," he pauses for a moment, humming as he thinks. "that's a good way to handle it, i think. it takes time."

not that his parents were ever overtly judgemental, but the topic was always broached with an air of ignorance and shame. it's how he came to understand that they would not be happy with him being gay, as they always associated femininity with homosexuality. somehow, that's the part of his sexuality that bothers him, but he supposes this conversation isn't about him.

"thanks but i can handle myself," he shakes his head with a chuckle at the offer. "would rather take a few hits than get you into trouble over stupid things," which is funny coming from someone as lanky as him. "and let's be real. this happens everywhere," his sighs. "there always has to be someone out there being an ass.”

“but i’m glad you stayed too,” on a lighter note. “and i’m glad to have helped you...some way or another.”

#bejun #pages. #homophobia tw

[beyun]

yun never quite keeps track of the people he sleeps with. not that he has that many to begin with, but it's enough for some of them to start blending together. especially considering a good chunk of them were the same archetype--tall, handsome, a bit of a dick...clearly after a hookup. not that he should be one to judge considering he's most of those himself.

unless they offer some sort of friendship or arrangement afterwards, he tends to forget about them until the next time they meet--which is to say, he's had a lot of awkward moments where someone recognizes him when he doesn't even remember their name.

speaking of remembering names, though. he swears he's never met a saem before, but the man in front of him was very obviously someone he knows (or should know, anyway, judging by the look on his face). why does he look so stiff?

"hey there," he replies with a confused tilt of the head, taking a sip of his coffee as he ponders. well, this 'saem' is definitely his type, so no harm in humouring the conversation. "fancy meeting you here. you alright?"

[ double life ]

UNDISCLOSED CAFE, SEOUL — [ MID SEPT. ‘22 ] Saem’s cover is blown in front of KANG YUN …

It’s important to Saem to keep his identity a secret when he spends his nights with men he’s met in various clubs. He doesn’t want any whisper of his vices getting back to his family. So, those he’s spent nights with largely only know Saem as ‘Han’. He’s content with keep a separation between business and pleasure, in fact, he often feels like he’s living a double life. By day, he’s Miley Cyrus, but by night he’s Hannah Montanna. 

Keeping certain parts of his life separate from the rest, however, has left Saem wondering where he ends and Han begins, sometimes. Somehow, they’ve become two different entities in his head—Saem, the hard-working, sensible, well-dressed and upstanding son of the respected Han family, and Han, the flirtatious, promiscuous man who drinks too much and can never see past the immediate pleasures he can get his hands on. Han indulges in the things best kept in the dark, while Saem’s vices are nothing more sinister than over-spending on skincare, clothes and good food. 

He should’ve known this day would come, though. Of course, inevitably, his cover would be blown with at least one of his hookup partners, however it just had to be one he’d broken his own rule for. His rule, of not to sleep with the same person twice, had of course been broken quite a few times, but he usually got himself back on track with avoiding them after a while. He didn’t want attachment, it would only complicate things and end in pain for both parties. However, sometimes, some men are just too enticing, and Saem has to go back for more. That’s how it’d been with Yun. He was so eye catching, and soft, and Saem hadn’t been able to say no when he’d bumped into him again, and again. 

But now, as Saem turns from the barista who’d just handed him his drink after calling out ‘Saem’, loud enough for the whole cafe to hear, he finds himself looking right at Yun. He must’ve been looking at Saem, as their eyes meet, and Saem feels his insides freeze. Cover blown, he realises he can’t very well ignore Yun, not after the pleasant nights they’d spent together. Saem can’t bring himself to be rude, especially not now, when he’s so firmly in ‘Saem mode’. So, he smiles at Yun and slowly walks over. “Uhm, hi…”

#pages. #besaem

[beyun]

jindallaebe​:

“ you think it’s rigged ?? ” jindallae quips, rolling his eyes playfully. “ you’re not even givin’ me clues. i gave you one to go off of, at least. that’s better than what you’re givin’ me. ” his rebuttal is spoken in jest, of course. he’s a fan of some back-and-forth bickering if its playful. those who know him well may say that that’s usually how he chooses to communicate; sarcasm and snide remarks. just then though, he takes note of the other’s excitement when it comes to being offered free food. a smile tugs at his lips, a gentle laugh following suit; finding it endearing that that’s what piqued his interest the most. it wounds him a little that the mention of giving him a kiss on the cheek was totally bypassed, but at least one option stuck out to him. that’s definitely better than nothing, and at this point, he’ll take all that he can get.

nodding at the question to clarify, he shrugs his shoulders; sights still set on the boy beside him. “ i don’t know if i’d call myself a ‘ chef, ’ but yeah, i cook. i post up at a hole-in-the-wall diner around the corner and i make all the food there myself. it’s traditional fare, but i’m able to get away with switchin’ it up sometimes. you should stop by… you’d brighten up the place. ” jindallae grins, hoping that his invitation is taken seriously. “ that, and if i’m on the clock, i’ll serve you up somethin’ good. ”

now he’s wondering what some his new friend’s favorite meals are, but he saves that question for later; wanting to focus on seeing if he can guess his name right before continuing their conversation further, or taking things elsewhere. though, when he’s asked again what he would ideally want as a prize if he guessed correctly, jin decides to be bold; a devilish smirk coloring his countenance. “ if i’m somehow able to get your name right, i’d love the opportunity to take you out sometime. y’know, if that’s somethin’ you’d be into, too. ” he doesn’t wait for a reaction after his words, and instead, tries his hand at a second guess. he was told that the name yoojun was surprisingly decent, but still cold. the gears in his brain shift, working double-time.

“ is it yoonwoo ?? ”

"i think you've done this before," yun raises his brow inquisitively. "which automatically gives you the upper hand. it's not like i asked for the clue," he wonders for a moment if he's coming off too serious about the whole thing—which he isn't, but he can't help but feel a little competitive. he huffs and downs the second and last shot.

"aren't you a straight up a chef if you do it for a living? and you seem to do it well enough to stay hired," perhaps yun is seeing this man in a new light now, though he reminds himself not to start swooning over strangers again just because they can cook. "implying that if you weren't there i'd be served something bad?" he jokes, a chuckle escaping him. "i'll admit, you have me kinda hooked with that one. i'll have to take you up on that some time." if he remembers past tonight, anyway.

he eats his words when he sees that sickly smug smile on the stranger's face after he brings up a prize. damn him for wanting to be fair. "yeah, sure. as long as it isn't anywhere weird," he supposes that's a decent ask. not like either of them came into this conversation expecting anything else. he's more surprised at the roundabout way the stranger's going about it, if anything. yun would've thought he'd be more straightforward about it, asked to move to somewhere more private at this point, but no. he wants to play games.

yoonwoo? well, that's close enough to have the cogs in yun's brain turning. it's not exactly that common to have a single syllable name in south korea, but it wasn't really rare either. "nope, but you're warmer now."

he pauses.

"is your name jinhyuk?"

#pages. #jindallaebe

[beyun]

yun's a bit of a private person—which sounds absolutely ridiculous if you've ever seen him out clubbing, but that's another story. he has no qualms with physical intimacy if the other person was someone he had met with intent, but his boundaries with friends was a lot more prudish than most were used to.

admittedly, knowing that's how sarang expresses his friendship, he does allow him to push those boundaries a little. he realizes sarang's already holding back with him, which he does appreciate, but he feels bad from time to time when he has to turn down his affections. it's nothing that deep, really, just a degree of separation he likes to have.

"i'm surprised you even found the time," he hums, chin-deep in the hot water. he only has a shower at home, so the feeling of soaking in a tub was both nostalgic and welcome. "i've never had to wait so long for you to reply to my texts. it's almost concerning," he jokes with a small laugh. ah, he really wants to wet his hair—

and that he does, dunking his head underwater briefly before pulling up and pushing his bangs out of the way. man, that feels good. "i don't know about all that," he shakes his head, getting the drops of water off his face. "just been doing whatever, you know. working and stuff, nothing out of the ordinary—but you, on the other hand...how has training been?"

[  🌹  ]  𝖈𝖔𝖒𝖊 𝖘𝖔𝖆𝖐 𝖞𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝖇𝖔𝖓𝖊𝖘 !

𝖆𝖓 𝖚𝖓𝖉𝖎𝖘𝖈𝖑𝖔𝖘𝖊𝖉 𝖇𝖆𝖙𝖍𝖍𝖔𝖚𝖘𝖊 /  20221002. 𝖙𝖑𝖉𝖗 /  SARANG AND YUN CATCH UP / BOND.

not having sufficient time for self-care has been the biggest disappointment to sarang during his adventures as a trainee, but today, he plans on making up for it. sure, the company squeezes in workout blocks, as well as provides decent meals to their rising talent, and he’s thankful for that of course, but the fact that he’s often too busy to treat himself to facials, manicures, pedicures, and other monthly spa treatments gives him a feeling of blue. maybe he’d gotten spoiled prior to this, but the fact that he trains so late into the night, and arrives for instruction so early in the morning, has left him limited availability to make appointments work out. however, he’s decided to take matters into his own hands — finding a bathhouse spa with rave reviews to go to, and what’s even better than going alone is that he’s convinced yun to come along for the ride. they haven’t had a chance to see each other in the last couple of months, so sarang feels like they have a whole helluva lot to catch up on.

so, after disrobing, rinsing off, and entering the first bath, sarang cozies up to yun; bodies close enough, but there’s still distance for them to stretch out. it’s then when he sighs softly, the warm water working its magic on his aching limbs and bones. “ this is exactly what i needed… ” the younger of them coos, licking over his lips. “ i’m so glad that you were able to come with me !! isn’t it nice that we’re the only ones in this room right now ?? i figured a sunday morning would be a popular time for people to treat themselves, but i’m glad we’ve got some privacy !! ” he’s half-tempted to play some footsie with yun, but doesn’t know if that would be appropriate or not. he’s all for physical affection, but he doesn’t want to overwhelm his pal. that’d be his worst nightmare, especially since this is the first time they’re hanging out in weeks.

“ what’s been going on in yun’s world ?? still just being a living, breathing prince charming with the voice of an angel ?? tickle me green with envy, if so !! ”

#pages. #sarangbe #( my ulterior motives are showing a little )

[beyun]

eunaebe​:

she watches him carefully as he continues to limp. “are you going to see a doctor about that?” eunae asks the boy, extremely cautious while they walked in case of stray puddles of water. she didn’t want him to slip and fall, knowing the other would more than likely take her down with him.

she wasn’t strong, and having him put all his weight on her shoulders made them ache. eunae could already tell that she would need apply some cream when she got home or schedule a massage. her thoughts linger for a moment on the idea of a massage when the boy’s voice snaps her out of it. 

eunae nods signaling she heard him but also to say that she was in the same boat. “i used to come here more often a couple years ago too, but i’ve had a lot on my plate recently and haven’t been able to make the time,” she doesn’t bother going into what exactly was keeping her from her favorite hobby. she didn’t really want to tell a stranger about how school had become a daunting task and working on top of that made for less hours to spend swimming. 

“it’s less crowded in the mornings, i prefer it that way,” eunae remarks as the two finally make it in front of the men’s locker rooms. her grip on him loosens a bit, and she turns to face him. “i don’t really feel comfortable walking you in there, do you think you can make it or should we shout and see if there’s someone inside who won’t mind bringing you in?” 

yun looks down at his leg. "probably not? i think it's temporary," he sure hopes to god it is, anyway. he still has work later today and it would really suck to miss it because of a mere near-death experience. capitalism.

"i'm surprised we haven't run into each other before, then," he muses, though it's not exactly a pleasant situation they had ended meeting in. if he were in her shoes, he would've prefered not meeting him at all, really, if this was how things were going to end up.

"way colder, though," he nods in agreement, a cold gust of wind sweeping over them to prove a point. thankfully the locker room is within reach now, and he manages to grab onto the door handle for support as he lifts his weight off the other.

"oh, of course. i wasn't expecting you to, don't worry," he's a little flustered at her comment, embarrassed enough at troubling her this much already. "i can make it myself from this point on, there's some benches inside i can rest on."

he should really leave at this point, but something lingers in his mind. "um...thanks again, by the way. you really— literally, saved my life there. do you suppose i could repay you somehow? buy you lunch or something?" now it just sounds like he's hitting on her. great. "or i could straight up just send you money. that'd be a little weird but...but i feel bad."

#pages. #eunaebe #( HES SO EMBARRASSING i cringed so hard writing this get it together )

[beyun]

bexsoyi​:

“nice to meet you, though, i’d describe our meeting as strange if i were in your shoes.” it wasn’t lost on her at all, this was a strange meeting. “honestly, i don’t think it will, but it’s a cute story and i’m sure i can sell it.” all she had to was be sweet, do most of the talking and act a little cute. well, it’s all she had to give so it just had to work out. 

soyi thought about it. “if i’m really being honest with myself, with a deal like this…they most likely have an idea that everyone isn’t being truthful, but it’s a risk that could pay off.” more people would flock, more money in the long run. “but it’s really about having the code.” in the end, that’s that mattered to her, it’d get them the discount. “and that’s fine, it’s not something i even thought about.” hey, maybe he was the strange one. “do you get told you eat slowly often?” 

"oh, don't get me wrong," yun laughs at her straightforwardness. "this is strange as hell, but i don't really mind. in fact, it's kind of entertaining," he's enjoying the spontaneity of it all. the same-old schedule every single day gets tiring after all. he needed something to spice up the week.

"do you think they'd care all that much? maybe it's more for publicity than anything. like the same reason stores give out free samples. to get people hooked?" he hums thoughtfully, tapping his chin as he speaks. "but like you said, that's pretty risky. what if their food sucks," he jokes half-heartedly. he really hopes it doesn't.

"i do, but mostly when i'm on dates..." now that he thinks about it, it's pretty rude to be saying to someone when you're supposed to be enjoying their company. he should really pick his dates better. "i like enjoying my food though. i don't see the issue."

#pages. #bexsoyi

[beyun]

bedaeun​:

〈 SMS ⋯ 윤 〉believe me, i’m not 〈 SMS ⋯ 윤 〉even sr media agrees with me ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ 〈 SMS ⋯ 윤 〉ok, yunie, i’ll be quiet🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭 〈 SMS ⋯ 윤 〉but that’s the whole point 〈 SMS ⋯ 윤 〉i’m not your employer, i’m your friend 〈 SMS ⋯ 윤 〉you don’t need to do anything besides being my friend for me to give you money 〈 SMS ⋯ 윤 〉but do whatever you want, yun 〈 SMS ⋯ 윤 〉i’ll still sneakily try to make you accept my money, watch me ㅋㅋㅋ 〈 SMS ⋯윤〉yes, yes it does 〈 SMS ⋯ 윤 〉it’s more complicated than that 〈 SMS ⋯ 윤 〉well, i guess that’s how i am then 🤷‍♀️

( ✉ ➝ kim daeun )

⮞ what kind of friend spends so much money on another friend then? ⮞ that makes it sound like i’m only friends with you because you’re paying me ⮞ complicated...? ⮞ what would i know i guess. your money your business ⮞ as long as you’re not spending it on me ⮞ or anything illegal ⮞ damn i’m friends with a heartless supervillain that’s kinda cool

#text. #bedaeun

[beyun]

a haunted house doesn't seem so bad after his (brief?) trip into that abandoned building a couple months ago. sure, nothing super out of the ordinary happened aside from a chance encounter, but if he's braved the real thing, a silly little commercial haunted house couldn't hurt, right?

"don't hurt me!" he yelps when he bumps into the person in front of him abruptly, holding his head in his hands and unable to see properly in the darkness. as far as he's concerned, the person in front of him was either his friend who had (for some reason) stopped in her tracks again, or asmodeus himself here to rip him to shreds. what he doesn't expect, though, is for him to come face-to-face with woosung.

"um," he blinks with a mixture of shock and confusion on his face, slowly lowering his arms. well, that's a little embarrassing. "yeah. sure. i can," his voice is stiff and he hopes the darkness is covering up the redness in his face. why did it have to be woosung of all people? the humiliation is almost enough to make him forget the situation at hand. haunted house—right. "what if you lose sight of me too?"

monster mash

woosung is by all means a social butterfly. it’s a shame that he didn’t think to go as one for the costume contest, but the thought hadn’t occurred to him until after he had already picked out his outfit. maybe his originality would have brought something new to the table. he did love winning, after all. while the contest contest was part of the reason why woosung showed up, in reality he decided to attend just to have a good time with a group of friends. eventually winding up at the haunted house. fortunate for his friends because they get to laugh at him, unfortunate for him because he is indeed a scaredy cat. 

obviously he isn’t going to take charge, so woosung finds himself near the back, making the other bump into him more times than he would like because of how often he stops. not even halfway halfway through, and he realizes that him and yun have gotten separated from the group. lost in the attraction and far behind because of the older’s inability to continue forward. he’s almost paralyzed with fear at this point, so he turns to the other (even though he doesn’t relish the idea of having a one on one conversation) and clears his throat. “do you mind taking the lead,” woosung asks with a sheepish tilt of his head. “i lost sight of the rest of the group and i’m pretty scared to lead the way, honestly.”

@beyun

#BE:BOOBASH #bewoosung

[beyun]

0X1=LOVESONG (I KNOW I LOVE YOU) ✦ BEOMGYU ✦ 211225

#yun. #( BRO IS BREATHTAKING )

[beyun]

jindallaebe​:

he’s not shocked that the other male seems skeptical, even unnerved, by him. if he’s being real, jindallae knows he has that type of effect on people. some dig it, some don’t, but he’s hoping that this first impression isn’t going to leave his new pal feeling upset or dejected. that’s never his main objective. “ what ?? you don’t think you’ll get it right ?? ” he teases, his tone light and playful to further prove that he’s speaking in jest; that this is meant to be lighthearted and sort of mysterious, not daunting. what makes all of this all the more intriguing is that now prizes are being discussed — sweet. “ hmm… ” he hums, licking the alcohol that remains on his lips. “ i feel like you should choose what you want from me. like, i could get you more to drink, or i could give you a makeshift coupon for a free meal at the place i cook at, or i could give you a kiss on the cheek… ” with that, he winks; unveiling a cheeky smile, hoping he didn’t push things too far or too quickly. his sense of humor is hit or miss like that.

then, when he’s told that he has to take guesses at figuring out the stranger’s name, too, he smiles; happy to accept the challenge. he has a feeling he’ll bomb, but he’s willing to give it his best shot. “ no clues, huh ?? that’s brutal… ” wracking his brain for options, his piercing gaze returns to the smaller’s soft features; examining them. he’s not sure if that’ll help him exactly, but he’s giving it his best shot. “ is it yoojun ?? ” he asks, then immediately speaks again with a question. “ do i at least get three chances since i don’t get any clues ?? i think that’s only fair, don’t you ?? ”

"of course i don't," yun sighs, shaking his head matter-of-factly. "do you know how many variations and combinations there are with <i>jieut? and i only get limited guesses? seems kind of rigged if you ask me," he knows he's taking an attempt at picking him up disguised as a game too seriously, but he wasn't about to dampen his competitive streak to bend over backwards for a stranger. if it's a game he wants, a game he will get.

admittedly, he does (visibly!) perk up at the idea of a free meal. quickest way to a man's heart, really. who was he to go against the stereotype. "wait, you're a chef?" he widens his eyes incredulously, the intonation in his voice implying that he finds it hard to believe someone like him works hospitality. admittedly, that does give him some plus points in yun's book---granted he isn't lying, of course.

in his brief excitement over food, he misses the offer of a kiss and the wink. too busy suppressing the urge to chase after the free meal--can't look too desperate. he clears his throat in embarrassment.

"surprisingly decent, but still cold," yun shakes his head at the guess, eyes flickering up to meet the stranger's. "you get three chances if i do too," a teasing smile forms on his lips, knowing that he's putting the other at a disadvantage here. "you suggested the game, so i should get to negotiate the rules, no?"

something else pops into his mind. "you never said what you would want from me if you won, though. i'll guess yours once i hear it."

#pages. #jindallaebe

[beyun]

thank god for off-peak hours, yun thinks to himself as he stretches his shoulders with a quiet whine. it's one of those lucky days where he doesn't have to open or close and the worst that happens is some lost customer who can't figure out their coupons. pretty simple, all in all.

he checks out quickly, making a mental note of what to make for dinner (instant noodles? or curry, perhaps?), head in the clouds daydreaming about satiating his hunger when he walks out the door and is suddenly confronted with a familiar face.

"oh, stevie?" yun blinks in a combination of surprise and confusion, taken aback. he looks fine, at least, with that huge smile on his face—nothing urgent or worrisome. that alone calms yun down a bit. he lets stevie finish his mini-ramble before answering.

"hmm. i should be free, yeah," he looks at the time on his phone inquisitively. "if you don't mind me grabbing a snack on the way, though. i'm a bit hungry," and as if on cue, his stomach growls—how embarrassing. his face turns a shade redder. "i can eat it while i watch, but try not to break anything this time...?" he offers with a gentle pat on stevie's back. he was too reckless for his own good—and yun's faint heart. "also, work was fine," he smiles upon remembering.

crush culture.

< w. @beyun >

at the sound of a door opening, stevie jolts up from his skateboard, a smile on his face as he looks over to the person leaving the café, but visibly deflates a bit when it’s not yun. he still keeps a friendly smile and a wave as they move past him, shuffling back and collapsing back on his board. stevie moves himself idly on his board, staring off across the street in thought before moving his attention to his phone while he waits.

he checks out his instagram timeline then moves to tiktok, staring mindlessly at a few surfing shorts when the door opens once more. he’s slower about it this time, lifting his head before making any movements to get up. at the familiar figure of yun, he is shooting himself up, reaching down to clumsily grab his skateboard before nearly skipping over to the other male. “yun!” he shouts out, a wide grin on his face.

bracing his hands on the top of his skateboard, he leans closer to the other, his grin widening. “i know you just got off of work and all– which i hope was good, by the way!” he quickly interjects, eyes going wide as he straightens up a bit. “but…was wondering if you were free for a little? i was gonna try out some tricks at the park nearby.” it’s the one where local security doesn’t really care that he skates as long as he isn’t seriously damaging property or disrupting others. “you can just…chill i guess? i just want some company! and you know, probably best to have someone there in case i fall and break a bone or something!”

#pages. #bexstevie