⊱ lobby

@『 ✦ 』kyle han。 [ asldkjaskld it's fine!! write at your own comfort! ]

yeonwol can't tell whether or not he's stumbled upon something interesting or one that he isn't meant to learn — though he /is/ leaning toward the latter — but he continues to stand behind a pillar, leaning lazily against the marble. it is rather funny to him that this is how he ends up as after finding the motivation to go out of his room instead of hiding and rotting away like he has done for the past few weeks — which isn't exactly healthy, but even his muse and motivation to move have long since disappeared from his being. until it appears, he supposes the eyes he will see when he looks at the mirror are the same pair of eyes he's seen so, so many years ago.

(so, so many years ago, like when /she/ toyed with his heart.)

strangers whose names he has never known before and voices he doesn't find familiar fill the supposedly empty lobby, and as much as he'd like to take himself out of what may be an awkward position for him, he can't. he doesn't want to interrupt such a heated argument, especially between people he doesn't even know — and even if he /does/ try to walk out, hoping that they won't notice him, he believes that it is simply rude to do so.

but isn't it much ruder to eavesdrop? a voice that sounds so traitorously like his speaks from the corner of his mind, so he pushes it down and well, left with no choice, listens to the conversation.

family problems. daddy issues, he supposes. he lightly flinches when he hears the sound of palm meeting skin, and it takes him a few more moments to gather his own wits and peek. there stands a man that he doesn't know, as expected. he eyes the man inquisitively, curiosity barely masked in his gaze. now, he wonders what his next course of action should be from this moment forward. there are two options he can take, he thinks. one would be he walks away, pretending as though he hasn't seen it, giving the man the privacy he deserves. the last would be yeonwol making his presence known and take whatever consequences of that decision entails.

naturally, yeonwol chooses the latter.

"you should put ice on that," he says softly, voice a light timbre, "if you want it not to bruise or leave a mark."

@『 ✮ 』yeonwol moon。 never before in his life had kyle experienced such disbelief. even as lovers came and went, taking back their proclamations of love without a hint of remorse, he accepted it all without much retaliation. no matter now many hurdles life threw his way, he never seemed to feel such a laughable amount of disbelief. until now.

standing across from him, haggard and a clear mess, was his father. the same one that had spewed constant heartless words and drowned himself in alcohol was here. the same one that had thrown him away without a second glance was here. he was here, after all those years, and he had the audacity to ask for money. kyle was stuck between wanting to burst out into laughter and breaking something in absolute rage.

“are you ing kidding?” his voice was low, cold and sharp. “you leave. you l e a v e and after all those years you come find me to ask for what, for money?! do you even know what it feels like for a kid when their father abandons them? do you have any ing idea?” he knew he was getting hysterical, his voice echoing in the nearly empty lobby. every day, he worked hard to maintain his appearance, staying composed and distant to prevent anyone from seeing just how messed up he was on the inside but today, he just couldn’t seem to keep it together.

“i didn’t mean to hurt you,” was the quiet response from his father. it seemed to come out so easily that kyle questioned if there was even any genuine emotion behind the words. at this point, he couldn’t care less.

“yeah, well you did. now you can go die like mom for all i care.”

the echo of the slap rang in his ears, stunned into silence as his father hit him for the first time in his life. without another word, the man left and kyle remained frozen, still numb to the sting.


// i'm sorry this ended up being kinda long ksjdkfd it lowkey would have been longer bc i got so caught up in the whole scenario but pls feel free to reply with any length

@『 ✧ 』ethan kim。 Perhaps half an hour was indeed too short. Vivian realizes this as she stares at the mess of her closet, trying to make sense of the pieces, fabrics, and patterns and find a fitting outfit for her... date. God, what was she even supposed to wear? She hadn't been on a date in near months, having found herself far too occupied with school and the passing of her parents. In the end, she decides upon a peach-shaded sweater tucked into a white skirt. She fluffs her hair around, deciding that it's decent enough before she makes her way out to the elevator—how poor of an impression it would make on her date if she were late? Well sadly, she will be.

Her white Converse-clad feet tap impatiently against the floor as she awaits the arrival of the elevator on the twenty-fourth floor. When it finally opens, doors spreading to reveal a familiar neighbor of hers, she hardly has the time to shoot them a quick smile before she slides inside, her lithe digits already pressing at the button to manually shut the doors. A gentle sigh leaves the young woman's rose-stained lips as the machine draws to a stop on the twenty-first floor, though she directs her gaze to the floor and slides over a few feet to politely make room for the new passenger of the elevator. She's just about to pull out her phone to send an apologetic text to her partner for the afternoon, until she catches a glimpse of the stranger's side profile. Her lips fall slightly ajar, perhaps staring for a short moment before she turns away. A few stolen glances confirm her suspicions—that is, indeed, Ethan Kim, whom she had just matched with a mere hour ago. The app had not been lying when it said they lived so close. What does she say? Is she supposed to say something?

Clearing the slightest with mental encouragement from herself, she turns to the face the boy once again. "I thought we agreed to meet at the cafe," she says with a small laugh and kind simper on her lips. Oh god, what if it wasn't him? She'd look like a fool, though perhaps not even more than she already does now.

[] no no it's perfect sdkfj but i /am/ sorry it got kind of long sigh

@『 ✧ 』vivian jung。 He still can’t believe he scored himself a date from Tinder on his first attempt of the day.

Ethan switches out his usual oversized hoodie for a knitted sweater and puts on the least worn out jeans he could find in his wardrobe. It is now that he realizes that half an hour isn’t a lot of time, with the decent outfit hunt leaving him with barely any time to fix his unkempt hair and even less time to rehearse his speech (he’s going to make an absolute fool of himself and he knows it). He tucks his locks under a red beanie, mutters a small “screw it” as he takes one last look at the mirror, and rushes out of his apartment. Three minutes. He has exactly three minutes to complete a five minute walk to the cafe.

Luckily for him, the display above the elevator shows that it’s already making its way down to his floor. “Come on,” he pleads through clenched teeth as he continues to jab at the button, as if it’s going to make the elevator arrive sooner. The door slowly opens after what felt like forever, and he slips through the narrow gap without sparing a glance at whoever may be inside with him.

[] this is so ty im sorry

@『 ✮ 』aris bang。 『 ᵗʷ : ⁿᵒⁿᵉ ʟᴏʙʙʏ ᴏꜰ ʙᴇʟʟᴇ ᴠᴜᴇ ᴀᴘᴘᴀʀᴛᴇᴍᴇɴᴛꜱ ∘∘∘ ʜᴏʟʟʏᴡᴏᴏᴅ, ʟᴀ ✦ — ᴶᵃⁿᵘᵃʳʸ ¹⁷, ²⁰²¹ 』

When she had heard news that the apartment complex would be hosting a little welcoming house warming party, Audrey became ecstatic! It was almost like attending a red carpet event (well no, it wasn’t but she thought it would be just as luxurious for some odd reason— that and, the girl had never truly /been/ to any sort of party, and high school prom did not count). She had immediately picked up her phone to ask her mom for her croquette recipe. Quite simply put her mother’s croquettes were to die for— and Audrey could only hope she did her recipe justice! She figured these were a savory and light snack that everyone could possibly enjoy, and because she would not dare show up empty handed there was no harm in preparing a batch to take.

That morning after walking Cookie, she had rushed to the nearest grocery store to find the needed ingredients for that, but amongst other general things she needed anyway, way to…well she never was fond of the phrase ‘kill two birds with one stone’, but it was that sentiment.

Hands busy with four large grocery shopping bags, she managed to make her way through the lobby and into the elevator but as she was about to press her floor number, she held the door open for someone else who was rushing in. Ah, it was Aris! She knew enough about him to know he was quite a popular and rising singer— that and that he was her floor mate (and he had the cutest dog!).

“Hi Aris good morning! Floor 21 I’m guessing?” She had put two of her bags down for a nanosecond in order to hit the appropriate button for their floor, but as she did so instead what she ended up with were her items spilled in the elevator floor. “Ah, sugar honey iced tea…!”

‘Why am I such a klutz today of all days!?’

"S-sorry about this Aris..."

@『 ✦ 』emma fujimoto。 it's not often that aerin willingly leaves the bellevue grounds. it is usually only motivated by needing to go shopping for food or acquiring other important and needed items. that was the case today. she had realized that she forgot to buy extra eggs and some other unique items for her next baking project. as she walked into the lobby, she had her purse on one arm, and her shopping bag in the other. she was in a plain pair of jeans and a plan white shirt. her white baseball cap covered half of her face, and she wasn't really looking up. aerin really wasn't looking to talk to anyone today. really.

@『 ✮ 』aris bang。 He wondered what he could've did in his past life that made him so damn clumsy all the time. It took years of him wracking his own brain to just simply come to terms with it, and there was nothing he could do about it. Even when he prepared himself to be careful, his own body would fight against him until he ended up making a fool of himself. Folding his arms around his head, he contemplated how long he was actually gonna continue to lay there. Truthfully, he was just grateful that nobody had seen the situation he was in right now. It would take a lot more energy out of the boy that he /didn't/ have to explain where he went wrong.

At the sound of a male softly checking in on him, he couldn't help but heave out a breath he didn't even know he was holding. Ah, Atlas had spoke far too soon for himself. But, at the very least, he was the only person who had seen him like this and they would most likely never seen each other again. He could live with that. "Yeah, 'm fine. Just clumsy," he responded, voice laced with exhaustion. Deciding to push himself up to his knees, without even making eye contact with the male in front of him, his hands grabbed at the only item of his that was close enough. "I appreciate the concern—"

Eyes finally falling on the stranger, he could've almost died on the spot. Aris. Aris Bang. The Aris Bang. No. ing. Way. "Oh ." Atlas' hand flew over his mouth, eyes wide in shock as he was trying to take in what was going on. When he finally came back to reality, the tips of his ears lit up as if a child messily colored them in with a red crayon. "I'm s-sorry for h-hogging up your time, oh my God," his eyes frantically scanned the floor, in search of everything he had lost when he fell and mostly to keep his nerves in check. The Aris Bang had just seen him embarrass himself. His Idol. Another curse flew from his lips as his shaky hands dropped everything, making him start over again in trying to collect himself.

@『 ✮ 』atlas hwang。 he gave soft pats on cleve's head as the large dog softly looked up at him from his dog bed, where he is lazily propped up. aris' lips curled up in a form of a gentle smile. looks like it's just him today. cleve seems to be having a slow lazy day today. "i'll head out for a run a bit, cleve. guard the house, boy." he murmurs, scratching the cute little ear of the gigantic pup who responded with a on his palm. getting up from being crouched down, he turned to the mirror one last time and dusted his shirt before he turned to the door, twisting the door knob to head out.

sometimes, we happen to witness such bizarre yet interesting scenes in our lives as if we're living in a show being directed by someone from above; those little moments that makes us ask 'why?' and 'how?'.

lucky for aris, a few steps after hearing the click of the lock of his door, he sees a scrambled mess a few steps away from the floor vending machine. "huh?" his brows furrowed together, confused. approaching rather cautiously, he looks at the form of a boy who is face-down lying on the floor. aris observed the area, trying to figure out if this is some kind of prank or is it a building break in - but the discarded keyboard nearby and the scattered snacks seem to say differently.

crouching down on the boy's figure, he pokes his by the shoulder, an eyebrow arched in confusion. "hey," his voice was quiet and the sound of confusion is evident on his tone. "are you alright? do you need any help?" normally, he'd walk by as if he didn't see anyone, because he's been through times like these where some of his rather too-enthusiastic-fans faked their injuries just to get to talk to him. however, the boy seem to be rather 'unfortunate' with the way he fell on his face. aris' couldn't shake off the amusement and worry seeing the boy on the floor. "are you hurt?"

@『 ✮ 』aris bang。 God, today was a tiring day.

Running from music store to music store, it took his 4th try for him to find somebody that was able to fix the G string on his guitar properly. Atlas would have done it himself, but he ended up running out of extra strings and lost one of his pegs in the process of inspecting the damage. If that already wasn't bad, he spilled coffee on his keyboard this morning and needed to go quickly spend money on a new one, having hours of editing to finish and a live stream that was scheduled for later today. He really needed a break. Would he give himself one, though? Of course not. Stopping past floor 20, he lazily dragged his feet in the direction of his usual stress reliever; the vending machine. Now, the boy was no mathematician, but it seemed as if all the things that resided in the other floors' vending machines were far better than his own floor's.

Pressing his forehead against the glass, his eyes studied the materials inside, debating internally about what he wanted as if it were the end of the world. Truthfully, if he wanted, he could waste his time and pick out every snack in the machine one by one. Yet, no matter how tempting it sounded, that would be unfair to the people who lived on this floor. Then again, they're rich— no, no. It wouldn't be nice for him to do that, even if the residents were rich. Finally, Atlas picked out his favorite snacks; Sour Patch Kids, Cheez-Its, and an apple juice to help "balance" out his breakfast for the day. Giving a pleased hum, the male started on his way to the elevator. Maybe today was looking up.

He wasn't even 10 seconds away from the vending machine when his foot somehow got locked behind the other and his snacks, keyboard and himself went flying towards the ground. Atlas fell with a hard thud, drink hitting him on his head and his guitar that he carried on his back hitting him rather hard as well. "I have the worst luck ever," he muttered, but instead of getting up he continued to lay there, sprawling himself out more. He just needed a minute to collect his thoughts.