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writetomyheart2015-08-07 01:32 pm
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[team sonic] wells up
First words from here.
The title is from Let me know by BTS.
This is a companion story to Push off. Happy birthday![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
xiukisses! Sonic came around again and you got lucky! giggles
Note: the ages are still all swapped.
". . .your life." Jongin pauses, hand outstretched as he passes Sehun another box. Sehun blinks. It seems like his friend is expecting an answer, but he lost the thread of the conversation about ten boxes and one bubble tea back. Jongin sighs, even the tone of his exhalation is exasperated.
"I was saying," he says, and thrusts the box at Sehun, the cardboard and heavy books falling into his hands, "what are you actually doing with your life?"
Sehun looks at the box in his hands. It's labelled cookbooks in his mother's writing, but he's pretty sure the only cookbook he owns is the free copy he got when he was suckered into taking the food shots for his cousin's restaurant. Who on earth names their Italian/French fusion restaurant "Kristina's? He shakes his head. Cousin Kris is something else.
"I'm moving into a new apartment in a building you designed," he says, going for the brutally honest and hopefully conversation-closing option. It fails though, when Jongin doesn't reach out the door for the next box, instead letting the door swing closed and sinking down to the repurposed floorboards.
"I need a beer," he says, and Sehun owes him about twenty so he goes and gets it, even if he is a year older, though probably not wiser.
"Is Stella okay?" he asks, peering at the contents of the refrigerator. There's Stella, Tsingtao, Guinness, and some kind of weird pink Quebec small brew that he'll probably end up loving. Curse you Kris and your boutique selections that I can't buy.
"I want the Kris of the day," Jongin says, just to be contrary, so Sehun grabs two of the clear bottles and joins his best friend on the floor. The beer is good, kind of like a Starbucks green coffee refresher mixed with that Mexican stuff Yixing always keeps around. Sehun reads the label with a sinking feeling. Limited Brew.
"So," Jongin says, the empty bottle clinking gently to rest on the floor a few long draughts later, and Sehun sighs because he'd been hoping to avoid the discussion, "I was talking to Yixing about your summer project. . ."
Sehun stares very hard at the other wall, still white because he likes white, the blank slate, the chance to start something new, take another picture, and tries to ignore Jongin. It doesn't work.
"Come on," Jongin says, and sometimes Sehun forgets that he's older, because Jongin was always the one with the old soul. "You know you get too involved in your photo projects and we get worried."
"Worried," Sehun snorts. "You're just annoyed that I won't pick up my phone whenever you call."
"Well," Jongin says—he sounds frustrated, like he's been saying the same thing over and over and over again and, truth be told, he probably has been—"it would honestly help if you actually took your phone with you."
He stops talking then, just looking at the ground, but the silence is heavy, and Jongin's gaze feels like it's intentionally not looking at Sehun's leg, his jeans navy blue and crisp, a stark contrast to Jongin's khaki shorts. Sehun always wears pants now, even in summer.
"Anyway, we've decided," Jongin says, getting to his feet. "Yixing's cousin Liyin's mom's friend's daughter has a friend who's a photography major, and he's looking for a summer job. You can see him tomorrow at the university." He opens the door and reaches into the hallway for the next box, labelled princess dress up clothes, and Sehun forgets to tell Jongin off because he can't help but laugh at Jongin's face when he reads the label.
"Those belong to my younger brother," he winks, and won't tell Jongin if he's lying or not, even when the box tumbles to the floor, something falling inside that sounds suspiciously like breaking glass, as Jongin manhandles him into a headlock.
The title is from Let me know by BTS.
This is a companion story to Push off. Happy birthday
xiukisses! Sonic came around again and you got lucky! gigglesNote: the ages are still all swapped.
". . .your life." Jongin pauses, hand outstretched as he passes Sehun another box. Sehun blinks. It seems like his friend is expecting an answer, but he lost the thread of the conversation about ten boxes and one bubble tea back. Jongin sighs, even the tone of his exhalation is exasperated.
"I was saying," he says, and thrusts the box at Sehun, the cardboard and heavy books falling into his hands, "what are you actually doing with your life?"
Sehun looks at the box in his hands. It's labelled cookbooks in his mother's writing, but he's pretty sure the only cookbook he owns is the free copy he got when he was suckered into taking the food shots for his cousin's restaurant. Who on earth names their Italian/French fusion restaurant "Kristina's? He shakes his head. Cousin Kris is something else.
"I'm moving into a new apartment in a building you designed," he says, going for the brutally honest and hopefully conversation-closing option. It fails though, when Jongin doesn't reach out the door for the next box, instead letting the door swing closed and sinking down to the repurposed floorboards.
"I need a beer," he says, and Sehun owes him about twenty so he goes and gets it, even if he is a year older, though probably not wiser.
"Is Stella okay?" he asks, peering at the contents of the refrigerator. There's Stella, Tsingtao, Guinness, and some kind of weird pink Quebec small brew that he'll probably end up loving. Curse you Kris and your boutique selections that I can't buy.
"I want the Kris of the day," Jongin says, just to be contrary, so Sehun grabs two of the clear bottles and joins his best friend on the floor. The beer is good, kind of like a Starbucks green coffee refresher mixed with that Mexican stuff Yixing always keeps around. Sehun reads the label with a sinking feeling. Limited Brew.
"So," Jongin says, the empty bottle clinking gently to rest on the floor a few long draughts later, and Sehun sighs because he'd been hoping to avoid the discussion, "I was talking to Yixing about your summer project. . ."
Sehun stares very hard at the other wall, still white because he likes white, the blank slate, the chance to start something new, take another picture, and tries to ignore Jongin. It doesn't work.
"Come on," Jongin says, and sometimes Sehun forgets that he's older, because Jongin was always the one with the old soul. "You know you get too involved in your photo projects and we get worried."
"Worried," Sehun snorts. "You're just annoyed that I won't pick up my phone whenever you call."
"Well," Jongin says—he sounds frustrated, like he's been saying the same thing over and over and over again and, truth be told, he probably has been—"it would honestly help if you actually took your phone with you."
He stops talking then, just looking at the ground, but the silence is heavy, and Jongin's gaze feels like it's intentionally not looking at Sehun's leg, his jeans navy blue and crisp, a stark contrast to Jongin's khaki shorts. Sehun always wears pants now, even in summer.
"Anyway, we've decided," Jongin says, getting to his feet. "Yixing's cousin Liyin's mom's friend's daughter has a friend who's a photography major, and he's looking for a summer job. You can see him tomorrow at the university." He opens the door and reaches into the hallway for the next box, labelled princess dress up clothes, and Sehun forgets to tell Jongin off because he can't help but laugh at Jongin's face when he reads the label.
"Those belong to my younger brother," he winks, and won't tell Jongin if he's lying or not, even when the box tumbles to the floor, something falling inside that sounds suspiciously like breaking glass, as Jongin manhandles him into a headlock.
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okay oh my gOSH okay so ARCHITECT JONGIN MAKES ME [HEART EYES] (i have an architect in my family and it's JUST SO COOL)
It seems like his friend is expecting an answer, but he lost the thread of the conversation about ten boxes and one bubble tea back.
oh, sehunnie /giggles at him/ anD THEN COUSIN KRIS!!!! i actually did giggle when i read the cookbook part :3
SCREA MS AT SEHUN BEING OLDER THAN JONGIN OH MY GOSH I LOVE THIS SO MUCH
"I want the Kris of the day," Jongin says, just to be contrary
have i mentioned that I LOVE JONGIN
Sehun reads the label with a sinking feeling. Limited Brew.
KEKEKEKEKE poor sehun
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ANSAAAAAAAAAABEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAR this is so wonderful. i love how it's two friends talking and spending time together and it's just such a nce peek into their lives and i'm ;; i feel so attached??? like i know them. and i love them. and --
/flops into your lap/
i REALLY REALLY like this quote right here omg: white because he likes white, the blank slate, the chance to start something new, take another picture
i don't know why but i really, really love that.
and sehun always wearing jeans oh my gosh im so curious
thank you so, so much ansabear <33 you're way too good to me and i don't know what i ever did to deserve someone so wonderful as you <3