PPP // The Most Beautiful Moment of the Year, OR You thought drunk-texting was bad?
The Most Beautiful Moment of the Year, OR You thought drunk-texting was bad?
Tablo/Eunhyuk, college!au (PPP series), R, 1943 words, Archive
A/N: A one-shot for the PPP series; it's highly recommended you read the prequels before reading this, or else you'll wonder what's going on. It's been a while since I've written in this verse... My style has changed, and I couldn't find a way to go back. If this doesn't fit with its predecessors, I hope it's for the better .__.
First snowfall is the most beautiful moment of the year.
-
"Hyung... nim..."
Hyukjae smiled with his eyes closed and, like instinct, Tablo's hand went to cup his face.
It was so obvious he was drunk. They were drunk. How did they get drunk? He specifically--specifically... Specifically was a very crazy sounding word.
"Hey, Zhou Mi," he said, "Didn't you give him a soda?"
The bartender smiled with his entire face. "There was soda in it," he replied.
Tablo stared the man down a moment. "I told you to make his non-alcoholic."
"Ah, sorry, Tablo-hyung," Zhou Mi said. He looked genuinely apologetic, but Tablo squinted at him anyway, knowing what the next name out of his mouth would be. "Heechul said--"
"Yeah, okay, I know what know he said," Tablo snapped. "When I'm sober..." he started, but left it at that as he stumbled off the bar stool, reaching to help Hyukjae stand as well.
"T-Taaablo. Hyung-nim?" Hyukjae giggled out in something like reverse gasps, clamping onto his arm like if he let go, he'd be the next victim in an old horror movie, "It's... hooooot. There's a heater! In my throat!"
"You are all kinds of drunk right now," he said, leading them towards the exit, but not before turning to Zhou Mi one last time. "Next time, don't let him have so much. Look at him."
Zhou Mi just waved with bright eyes.
Honestly, Tablo would've waved back in half-thanks, but Hyukjae was weighing down his arms. Hyukjae was holding on to him like he was a life preserver, safety in familiarity. It was like admittance, in lowered inhibitions that Hyukjae thought Tablo was his and no one else's. But even buzzed, Tablo knew there was something inherently wrong with that idea, that Hyukjae could only find the courage to hold tight to him under the veil of lost control.
He grabbed their jackets and helped Hyukjae put his on, glad to have brought them on a night like this. Their breaths of exertion were visible in the icy air. Tablo imagined what kind of warmth Hyukjae would have on a night like this, on his own. Was it cold enough to want someone with him? Would that someone be him? Who else would he need?
When they reached the front of Hyukjae's apartment, he asked, "Keys?" and Hyukjae just went into hysterics, nearly chortling himself to the ground, so had to Tablo frisk him, innocently.
"Hyung... nim?" Hyukjae queried, his tongue straining for clear pronunciation. His face fell into that closed-eye smile again, and it was like instinct, again. A life or death urge to touch his face lest it disappeared from his sight forever. It didn't help when suddenly, Hyukjae flung himself onto him, drunken lips molding onto his cheeks and nose and chin and everywhere except his mouth.
Yeah. Hyukjae was definitely drunk. And Tablo was too, a little, because he was shamelessly turned on by the flailing wet tongue against his skin. Hyukjae's hands in his hair, holding him close.
So unlike the usual fish lipped peck, so unlike the shy and awkward boy Hyukjae made himself out to be, who hid artful fantasy behind academic obligation. Tablo took some pride in having claim on all the sides Hyukjae had to show. All of it was his, and all of it would stay his. Not so much like a possession as, if he had to say, much more like... a gift, freely given when they were alone or when Hyukjae didn't have self-consciousness gripping his limbs in place.
Tablo didn't mean to get into it, the kiss, but once Hyukjae found his mouth, it was so easy to push for more. He could hear Hyukjae's shallow breaths and hands fidgeting for the doorknob; both of them yelped as they nearly fell through the door. Tablo couldn't remember clearly where Hyukjae's bedroom was, fumbling through the darkness. They couldn't find their way, bumping into every possible obstruction from table corners to walls even nearly bowling over a couple lamps, both saved by pure luck on Tablo's part, and they hadn't even reached the hallway.
"Where the hell is your room?" Tablo groaned against Hyukjae's neck and he must've slipped his hand too suddenly under Hyukjae's shirt because he just gasped in reply.
There was an very necessary amount of pushing and tugging to get into one of the rooms and before Tablo even asked which side of it was his, they tripped together onto the closest mattress.
Hyukjae was on top of him, one hand unzipping their jackets and pulling up Tablo's tee and one kneading against Tablo's crotch. His mouth against his stomach, lips trembling, shaking, even loosened up with liquor. Even then, he was scared.
"Hyukjae..." he moaned out, hoping it would calm him, make him relax, or excite him, or whatever he needed to help them get what they both wanted.
They both wanted, no doubt about that. In the farthest corners of his brain, a small echo resounded. We're drunk, we're drunk, it's wrong, it's wrong, but it wasn't wrong, in the larger scheme of things. They were, for all intents and purposes, together, and being together entitled them to skin contact, intimacy, sex, if they were both willing. Thoroughly, completely, entirely. Willing.
Tablo, willing Hyukjae to undo his pants, willing that mouth to surround him, heat in heat.
Every image in his mind just then became reality, of soft fingertips brushing low to the edge making him shudder with each millimeter of skin traced. Hyukjae was reading his mind, he had to be, or Tablo was just that drunk to believe Hyukjae moving like a marionette controlled by his thoughts, undoing his zipper, pulling down his waistband, head lowering.
A kiss grazing firmly against the head of his cock.
He let his surprise out with a grunt. "Ah!" he gasped; Hyukjae didn't even seem to notice his hips thrashing up, so engrossed he was with tonguing Tablo's every inch.
What was that about being scared? Looking down at Hyukjae's face that showed no fear, nothing but languid eyes, a lazy trailing tongue. And it was all he could take, knowing that, and then feeling Hyukjae's mouth envelop him. All he could take was Hyukjae's hallowed cheeks drawing him in, once, before his cock jerked.
He came without warning into Hyukjae's mouth with a moan that resounded abashedly in his ears.
Right as Hyukjae lifted his head in a fit of gagging, the door flew open.
"What is going o--OH! Oh my god, RYEOWOOK, DON'T LOOK."
In a flash, Tablo fumbled to zip himself up and managed to swing his legs out from where Hyukjae was straddling him, and then he reached his arms out to help soothe Hyukjae's chokes. "Sorry, sorry! We were just--Jungsu!"
"T-Tablo-hyungnim! What are you doing here?" Jungsu asked in unblinking shock.
"I--We--" Tablo didn't really want to say it out loud, but as he was hesitating, he realized something. "Wait, you're not Hyukjae's roommate."
"No one by that name lives here." Jungsu's forehead wrinkles increased with his confusion. "Is... he... Hyukjae?" he asked, cocking his head at the boy still choking on the bed.
"Hyukjae-hyung is here?" chimed a small voice from the hall, and an equally small, or perhaps more frail looking boy peeped over Jungsu's shoulder, and his face looked worried. "Is he okay?"
Tablo felt like he should have been dead from the embarrassment by now. "He just choked on something."
He didn't feel the need to elaborate, holding Hyukjae's crumpled over body as he hacked violently, trails of white dribbling down his chin.
"Ryeowookie, you know him?" Jungsu asked.
"Yeah, he's my sunbae from high school, and he lives next door to us. What's he doing here?"
For the first time since he entered the apartment, Tablo looked around. Too easy to see this was not Hyukjae's space.
A bookcase was missing. Filled with endless Biology texts shared between Hyukjae and his roommate. The bed across was neatly made, like the roommate, but the desk adjacent held a neat stack of composition books, a cup of pens, and adjacent to that was a keyboard. Hyukjae's roommate had a guitar, but not one of those.
Above the foot of the bed they were on, against the wall, were two shelves populated with Advanced Physics books, and small decorative trophies as bookends. And pictures, of Jungsu and his friends.
"We..." Tablo said weakly. "Are on your bed."
"Yes." Jungsu's eyes had been following his with ill-concealed shock, Tablo knew, and the wary, forced smile was an infamous sign of displeasure. Heechul evoked that expression from Jungsu more times than Tablo could count.
"I'm sorry, I just couldn't remember where he lived and I guess I got the wrong door. We were just--" he hesitated, and Hyukjae chose that moment to moan, pulling Tablo's hand to cup his crotch. While Tablo had both come and been shocked out of arousal, Hyukjae was obviously still in need.
"Hyuuungniiimmphh," Hyukjae slurred, lifting his head and dropping it onto Tablo's shoulder.
They say that a human's potential strength is unleashed at key urgent moments. Tablo couldn't gather enough to tug his hand from his grip, but Hyukjae seemed to have ten times his normal strength keeping him there. Whatever Zhou Mi gave him, Hyukjae was too far gone to hold back.
"He--He's still. Not sober. Whe--Which--... Could you tell me where he lives?" Tablo asked, a little desperate, a little pleading. More than a little flustered.
"I can show you," Ryeowook replied, looking troubled.
All the apartments in this hall looked the same, Ryeowook commented, so it's no wonder he got confused. The door he showed Tablo did seem more familiar though, vaguely. He fumbled with Hyukjae again for his keys, found them in his coat pocket, and it turned the lock with ease.
Ryeowook smiled and waved them in.
No one seemed to be home. Tablo couldn't just leave him, so all that was left was to get Hyukjae changed and into bed; this proved more difficult than expected when Hyukjae stepped wrongly and tumbled them into his bed.
It was snowing outside. Little white specks floating past the window.
What was it they said about first snows?
He sighed when Hyukjae rolled against him, eyes still glassy, but not so aroused anymore. He wasn't sure whether to be thankful about that or not, but it was more than likely he - and Hyukjae too if he retained any memory of tonight - would have a good laugh about this someday. Not any day soon, but someday.
"Stay?" Hyukjae asked. Like Tablo would refuse. Could.
He got up. "Yeah. Okay," he replied, kissing the side of his face. "Should just get changed then. I'm borrowing a shirt. Where are your sleep clothes?"
He didn't wait for an answer, standing and skimming through neatly organized drawers until he found the right one.
"Sit up."
Tablo got as far as getting them shirtless, but once he did, the urge to wrap Hyukjae in his arms and mold his hands against Hyukjae's spine was irresistible and he gave in to it.
Hyukjae tensed, eyes wide. Sober now.
"Sorry," he murmured, reaching to get the clothes, but a hand came and pulled him down, and they clamored together under the covers. A brief kiss, a low moan, and then, a small yawn. "You're tired," Tablo chuckled. "We're both tired. Let's just sleep."
"J-just. Just this. Like this," Hyukjae stammered, definitely sober, and there was no choice then but to stop their hips from shifting any closer, to at least keep that distance. Tablo didn't mind so much though, with Hyukjae clinging to him under the blankets still, mouths against each others' skin.
First snow of the year. They would remember it.
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\o////////
Had a conversation with todefinebeauty back in.. idk. April? May?
wobaozhewo (3:02 AM):
i've known a few cases mostly though of ppl finding other ppl having drunk sex in their beds
it's gross
what if they hadn't been caught
ewwwww
todefinebeauty (3:02 AM):
ewwwwwwwww
: [[[[[[
wobaozhewo (3:02 AM):
....
is it wrong that i suddenly thought of fic
blohyuk having drunk sex in....... what they think is their own room
'hdesk
todefinebeauty (3:03 AM):
LOL
ryeowook walks in
"um. hyukjae...?"
or wait, hyuk's hyung to him
lol
awkward
wobaozhewo (3:04 AM):
wook: ........................... o__O?
................ OMIGAH HYUNG
wobaozhewo (3:05 AM):
even more awk cause doesn't wook share a room with teuk
lol
teuk: WHAT THE F--GTFO
todefinebeauty (3:07 AM):
ahahahahaha
wobaozhewo (3:07 AM):
MY? SHEETS
todefinebeauty (3:07 AM):
8'[[[[[[
wobaozhewo (3:07 AM):
IMPURE IMPURE
todefinebeauty (3:08 AM):
HAHA
todefinebeauty (3:10 AM):
.. everything leads to blohyuk thoughts
lol
In the end, it turned out nothing like the convo XD bahaha Originally, this was going to be crack drunk blohyuk because... because. No reason. But then somehow, I felt compelled to fit it into college!au... cause... college! Roommates! And cause I had planned a lot for this world. different arcs for diff pairings (sihan,kangteuk, qmi, kihae, etc), but I got sidetracked by a billion things. (coffeehouse!au--omg still haven't written epilogue--and rodiy's challenge prompts, pornaloudinc.) So I just wanted to do something new for them, to keep them alive somehow :'(
This is also a belated Christmas gift to blohyuk comm~ Thank you♥
ALSO, speshul thanks to coley_merrin for pushing me to finish 8)♥ keke
Tablo/Eunhyuk, college!au (PPP series), R, 1943 words, Archive
A/N: A one-shot for the PPP series; it's highly recommended you read the prequels before reading this, or else you'll wonder what's going on. It's been a while since I've written in this verse... My style has changed, and I couldn't find a way to go back. If this doesn't fit with its predecessors, I hope it's for the better .__.
First snowfall is the most beautiful moment of the year.
-
"Hyung... nim..."
Hyukjae smiled with his eyes closed and, like instinct, Tablo's hand went to cup his face.
It was so obvious he was drunk. They were drunk. How did they get drunk? He specifically--specifically... Specifically was a very crazy sounding word.
"Hey, Zhou Mi," he said, "Didn't you give him a soda?"
The bartender smiled with his entire face. "There was soda in it," he replied.
Tablo stared the man down a moment. "I told you to make his non-alcoholic."
"Ah, sorry, Tablo-hyung," Zhou Mi said. He looked genuinely apologetic, but Tablo squinted at him anyway, knowing what the next name out of his mouth would be. "Heechul said--"
"Yeah, okay, I know what know he said," Tablo snapped. "When I'm sober..." he started, but left it at that as he stumbled off the bar stool, reaching to help Hyukjae stand as well.
"T-Taaablo. Hyung-nim?" Hyukjae giggled out in something like reverse gasps, clamping onto his arm like if he let go, he'd be the next victim in an old horror movie, "It's... hooooot. There's a heater! In my throat!"
"You are all kinds of drunk right now," he said, leading them towards the exit, but not before turning to Zhou Mi one last time. "Next time, don't let him have so much. Look at him."
Zhou Mi just waved with bright eyes.
Honestly, Tablo would've waved back in half-thanks, but Hyukjae was weighing down his arms. Hyukjae was holding on to him like he was a life preserver, safety in familiarity. It was like admittance, in lowered inhibitions that Hyukjae thought Tablo was his and no one else's. But even buzzed, Tablo knew there was something inherently wrong with that idea, that Hyukjae could only find the courage to hold tight to him under the veil of lost control.
He grabbed their jackets and helped Hyukjae put his on, glad to have brought them on a night like this. Their breaths of exertion were visible in the icy air. Tablo imagined what kind of warmth Hyukjae would have on a night like this, on his own. Was it cold enough to want someone with him? Would that someone be him? Who else would he need?
When they reached the front of Hyukjae's apartment, he asked, "Keys?" and Hyukjae just went into hysterics, nearly chortling himself to the ground, so had to Tablo frisk him, innocently.
"Hyung... nim?" Hyukjae queried, his tongue straining for clear pronunciation. His face fell into that closed-eye smile again, and it was like instinct, again. A life or death urge to touch his face lest it disappeared from his sight forever. It didn't help when suddenly, Hyukjae flung himself onto him, drunken lips molding onto his cheeks and nose and chin and everywhere except his mouth.
Yeah. Hyukjae was definitely drunk. And Tablo was too, a little, because he was shamelessly turned on by the flailing wet tongue against his skin. Hyukjae's hands in his hair, holding him close.
So unlike the usual fish lipped peck, so unlike the shy and awkward boy Hyukjae made himself out to be, who hid artful fantasy behind academic obligation. Tablo took some pride in having claim on all the sides Hyukjae had to show. All of it was his, and all of it would stay his. Not so much like a possession as, if he had to say, much more like... a gift, freely given when they were alone or when Hyukjae didn't have self-consciousness gripping his limbs in place.
Tablo didn't mean to get into it, the kiss, but once Hyukjae found his mouth, it was so easy to push for more. He could hear Hyukjae's shallow breaths and hands fidgeting for the doorknob; both of them yelped as they nearly fell through the door. Tablo couldn't remember clearly where Hyukjae's bedroom was, fumbling through the darkness. They couldn't find their way, bumping into every possible obstruction from table corners to walls even nearly bowling over a couple lamps, both saved by pure luck on Tablo's part, and they hadn't even reached the hallway.
"Where the hell is your room?" Tablo groaned against Hyukjae's neck and he must've slipped his hand too suddenly under Hyukjae's shirt because he just gasped in reply.
There was an very necessary amount of pushing and tugging to get into one of the rooms and before Tablo even asked which side of it was his, they tripped together onto the closest mattress.
Hyukjae was on top of him, one hand unzipping their jackets and pulling up Tablo's tee and one kneading against Tablo's crotch. His mouth against his stomach, lips trembling, shaking, even loosened up with liquor. Even then, he was scared.
"Hyukjae..." he moaned out, hoping it would calm him, make him relax, or excite him, or whatever he needed to help them get what they both wanted.
They both wanted, no doubt about that. In the farthest corners of his brain, a small echo resounded. We're drunk, we're drunk, it's wrong, it's wrong, but it wasn't wrong, in the larger scheme of things. They were, for all intents and purposes, together, and being together entitled them to skin contact, intimacy, sex, if they were both willing. Thoroughly, completely, entirely. Willing.
Tablo, willing Hyukjae to undo his pants, willing that mouth to surround him, heat in heat.
Every image in his mind just then became reality, of soft fingertips brushing low to the edge making him shudder with each millimeter of skin traced. Hyukjae was reading his mind, he had to be, or Tablo was just that drunk to believe Hyukjae moving like a marionette controlled by his thoughts, undoing his zipper, pulling down his waistband, head lowering.
A kiss grazing firmly against the head of his cock.
He let his surprise out with a grunt. "Ah!" he gasped; Hyukjae didn't even seem to notice his hips thrashing up, so engrossed he was with tonguing Tablo's every inch.
What was that about being scared? Looking down at Hyukjae's face that showed no fear, nothing but languid eyes, a lazy trailing tongue. And it was all he could take, knowing that, and then feeling Hyukjae's mouth envelop him. All he could take was Hyukjae's hallowed cheeks drawing him in, once, before his cock jerked.
He came without warning into Hyukjae's mouth with a moan that resounded abashedly in his ears.
Right as Hyukjae lifted his head in a fit of gagging, the door flew open.
"What is going o--OH! Oh my god, RYEOWOOK, DON'T LOOK."
In a flash, Tablo fumbled to zip himself up and managed to swing his legs out from where Hyukjae was straddling him, and then he reached his arms out to help soothe Hyukjae's chokes. "Sorry, sorry! We were just--Jungsu!"
"T-Tablo-hyungnim! What are you doing here?" Jungsu asked in unblinking shock.
"I--We--" Tablo didn't really want to say it out loud, but as he was hesitating, he realized something. "Wait, you're not Hyukjae's roommate."
"No one by that name lives here." Jungsu's forehead wrinkles increased with his confusion. "Is... he... Hyukjae?" he asked, cocking his head at the boy still choking on the bed.
"Hyukjae-hyung is here?" chimed a small voice from the hall, and an equally small, or perhaps more frail looking boy peeped over Jungsu's shoulder, and his face looked worried. "Is he okay?"
Tablo felt like he should have been dead from the embarrassment by now. "He just choked on something."
He didn't feel the need to elaborate, holding Hyukjae's crumpled over body as he hacked violently, trails of white dribbling down his chin.
"Ryeowookie, you know him?" Jungsu asked.
"Yeah, he's my sunbae from high school, and he lives next door to us. What's he doing here?"
For the first time since he entered the apartment, Tablo looked around. Too easy to see this was not Hyukjae's space.
A bookcase was missing. Filled with endless Biology texts shared between Hyukjae and his roommate. The bed across was neatly made, like the roommate, but the desk adjacent held a neat stack of composition books, a cup of pens, and adjacent to that was a keyboard. Hyukjae's roommate had a guitar, but not one of those.
Above the foot of the bed they were on, against the wall, were two shelves populated with Advanced Physics books, and small decorative trophies as bookends. And pictures, of Jungsu and his friends.
"We..." Tablo said weakly. "Are on your bed."
"Yes." Jungsu's eyes had been following his with ill-concealed shock, Tablo knew, and the wary, forced smile was an infamous sign of displeasure. Heechul evoked that expression from Jungsu more times than Tablo could count.
"I'm sorry, I just couldn't remember where he lived and I guess I got the wrong door. We were just--" he hesitated, and Hyukjae chose that moment to moan, pulling Tablo's hand to cup his crotch. While Tablo had both come and been shocked out of arousal, Hyukjae was obviously still in need.
"Hyuuungniiimmphh," Hyukjae slurred, lifting his head and dropping it onto Tablo's shoulder.
They say that a human's potential strength is unleashed at key urgent moments. Tablo couldn't gather enough to tug his hand from his grip, but Hyukjae seemed to have ten times his normal strength keeping him there. Whatever Zhou Mi gave him, Hyukjae was too far gone to hold back.
"He--He's still. Not sober. Whe--Which--... Could you tell me where he lives?" Tablo asked, a little desperate, a little pleading. More than a little flustered.
"I can show you," Ryeowook replied, looking troubled.
All the apartments in this hall looked the same, Ryeowook commented, so it's no wonder he got confused. The door he showed Tablo did seem more familiar though, vaguely. He fumbled with Hyukjae again for his keys, found them in his coat pocket, and it turned the lock with ease.
Ryeowook smiled and waved them in.
No one seemed to be home. Tablo couldn't just leave him, so all that was left was to get Hyukjae changed and into bed; this proved more difficult than expected when Hyukjae stepped wrongly and tumbled them into his bed.
It was snowing outside. Little white specks floating past the window.
What was it they said about first snows?
He sighed when Hyukjae rolled against him, eyes still glassy, but not so aroused anymore. He wasn't sure whether to be thankful about that or not, but it was more than likely he - and Hyukjae too if he retained any memory of tonight - would have a good laugh about this someday. Not any day soon, but someday.
"Stay?" Hyukjae asked. Like Tablo would refuse. Could.
He got up. "Yeah. Okay," he replied, kissing the side of his face. "Should just get changed then. I'm borrowing a shirt. Where are your sleep clothes?"
He didn't wait for an answer, standing and skimming through neatly organized drawers until he found the right one.
"Sit up."
Tablo got as far as getting them shirtless, but once he did, the urge to wrap Hyukjae in his arms and mold his hands against Hyukjae's spine was irresistible and he gave in to it.
Hyukjae tensed, eyes wide. Sober now.
"Sorry," he murmured, reaching to get the clothes, but a hand came and pulled him down, and they clamored together under the covers. A brief kiss, a low moan, and then, a small yawn. "You're tired," Tablo chuckled. "We're both tired. Let's just sleep."
"J-just. Just this. Like this," Hyukjae stammered, definitely sober, and there was no choice then but to stop their hips from shifting any closer, to at least keep that distance. Tablo didn't mind so much though, with Hyukjae clinging to him under the blankets still, mouths against each others' skin.
First snow of the year. They would remember it.
---
\o////////
Had a conversation with todefinebeauty back in.. idk. April? May?
wobaozhewo (3:02 AM):
i've known a few cases mostly though of ppl finding other ppl having drunk sex in their beds
it's gross
what if they hadn't been caught
ewwwww
todefinebeauty (3:02 AM):
ewwwwwwwww
: [[[[[[
wobaozhewo (3:02 AM):
....
is it wrong that i suddenly thought of fic
blohyuk having drunk sex in....... what they think is their own room
'hdesk
todefinebeauty (3:03 AM):
LOL
ryeowook walks in
"um. hyukjae...?"
or wait, hyuk's hyung to him
lol
awkward
wobaozhewo (3:04 AM):
wook: ........................... o__O?
................ OMIGAH HYUNG
wobaozhewo (3:05 AM):
even more awk cause doesn't wook share a room with teuk
lol
teuk: WHAT THE F--GTFO
todefinebeauty (3:07 AM):
ahahahahaha
wobaozhewo (3:07 AM):
MY? SHEETS
todefinebeauty (3:07 AM):
8'[[[[[[
wobaozhewo (3:07 AM):
IMPURE IMPURE
todefinebeauty (3:08 AM):
HAHA
todefinebeauty (3:10 AM):
.. everything leads to blohyuk thoughts
lol
In the end, it turned out nothing like the convo XD bahaha Originally, this was going to be crack drunk blohyuk because... because. No reason. But then somehow, I felt compelled to fit it into college!au... cause... college! Roommates! And cause I had planned a lot for this world. different arcs for diff pairings (sihan,kangteuk, qmi, kihae, etc), but I got sidetracked by a billion things. (coffeehouse!au--omg still haven't written epilogue--and rodiy's challenge prompts, pornaloudinc.) So I just wanted to do something new for them, to keep them alive somehow :'(
This is also a belated Christmas gift to blohyuk comm~ Thank you♥
ALSO, speshul thanks to coley_merrin for pushing me to finish 8)♥ keke