— sunwoo.

@✽ sunwoo k. “even so, my mom still would've forced me to deliver food anyways," yeji grumbles softly, nose scrunching at his hum, "i don't even know why she likes you so much- also give me credit too! i do most of the work." hearing his huff causes her to look up from her phone, realising he had inched closer to glance at her phone screen. "what are you huffy puffy about, hm?" she chuckles, cheekily tilting the screen away from him. "but, i mean, if they're cute douchebags..." she jokingly refutes with a teasing smile, words trailing off to insuate she'd cheer regardless. but his realisation causes her expression to drop, eyes widening at his words as she smacks his arm lightly, "you didn't send an uber for mirae?" shaking her head in disapproval, she sets her chopsticks aside to focus on booking a ride for his previous guest, "i’ll answer that later, don't talk right now." yeji mutters in mild vexation before she’s left stumped causing her to revoke her words, her gaze shifting from her phone to his face, “what’s her address?”

@✽ yeji h. "thank goodness you do, because if not, i wouldn't have your mom's cooking to enjoy." in his usual manner of cheekiness, he raises another spoonful into his mouth with a growing grin, letting out a muffled hum of delight to somewhat annoy her. and with that purpose in mind, he even leans over a tad to steal a glance at her phone's calendar, the few events and reminders spread across the month earning a huff from him. when did she become so busy? "no, no — you don't want to cheer for the other team. dudes there are total douchebags, jerks," his eyebrows knit together in a frown at the thought, before a realization comes to him; "oh right, the uber." but as quickly as that epiphany came, it also left just as fast. "but seriously, you should come. do you not enjoy cheering on your best friend from the stands? sporting my number?"

@✽ sunwoo k. with the way he reciprocates, her lips curl upwards into a gentle smile, leaving one final pat on his hand before reeling her hand away; instances like these were a testament to how close they've gotten over the years, to the extent where sometimes words were no longer necessary between them to communicate. scoffing almost immediately, yeji shakes her head out of disagreement, "i'm not going to comment about the amount of bad qualities you have, but i'm not overlooking them— i'm just choosing to tolerate it." knowing how he'd make a fuss if she took the tupperware away from him, yeji helps herself to a different package while settling on the seat next to him. "your hype girl will cheer for the other team," she jokingly comments, absent-mindedly continuing with a grin as she pulls out her phone to look at her reminders and calendar, "i wanna believe you're implying that i'm your lucky charm, but i'm sure you only need me to bring an extra water bottle and a towel."

@✽ yeji h. although sunwoo comes to suppress his emotions and acknowledgments, he's learned to not take yeji's kindness for granted — not something he's always abided by, but at least something he's tried to remind himself of. and he does in this moment when she apologetically rubs his hands, he returns the gesture, albeit a tad subtle. "because you overlook all my bad qualities, which are only like two." he scrunches his nose, eyes nearly glaring at her half-jokingly, but also half-threateningly from her quick movements to steal his food. to prevent any more of her retaliation, he scoots the tupperware closer, feeding himself a good spoonful. "well, why not? i need my hype girl there, otherwise i won't do as good. that's a lie, i always do good, but you know what i mean."

@✽ sunwoo k. eyeing his expression, yeji lets out a soft sigh as she briefly rubs his hand, her touch delicate and light—a wordless apology for hitting his hand earlier to prevent his mood from souring. although the minute sunwoo opened his mouth again, yeji suppresses the urge to smack his head extremely hard. if she allowed her impulses to win, there was the possibility to knock some sense into him, but sadly, she’ll never know as she chooses to simply groan out of exasperation, “oh, you’re the worst. how are we still friends?” swiftly grabbing another pair of chopsticks, yeji immediately digs in once he removed the lid from the containers, childishly sticking out her tongue at him as she takes a bite before he could. carefully chewing her food, his question causes her to fall silent as she tries to recall her schedule for the week, only to shrug in response, “hmm, i don’t think so? i’m not sure actually, i need to check my planner. why?”

@✽ yeji h. though the smack to his hands is soft, it's unexpected, thus the evident pout that weighs on the corners of sunwoo's lips. what, he didn't do anything wrong! and in his own justification, he never intended for any of his special 'friends' clashing with his actual friends, especially yeji. "hey, i don't /make/ them spend the night with me," his tone is defensive, until it smoothens into something more smug, accentuated with a sleazy smile. "they /want/ to, and it'd be rude of me to deny them." finally grasping onto his pair of chopsticks and reaching for one of the carefully wrapped lunches, he swears that her voice goes through one ear and out the other, because while he pops the lid off of the packages, all that courses in his mind is the heavenly smell of her mother's cooking. it's been awhile since he's had homemade food, so this is a nice change from his late-night ramen and soju. "yeah, yeah. oh hey, i have a game this wednesday, you coming?"

@✽ sunwoo k. with sunwoo preventing her to speak, yeji merely shoots daggers through her eyes, her hand balled into a fist threateningly swinging it towards his direction while she watched him whisk away the other girl out of his apartment. overhearing him mispronounce mirae's name, yeji could only facepalm — she's never going to consider doing anything with him again and honestly, rightfully so.

following him to the kitchen, yeji keeps her calm demeanour intact as she tries to defend her attempt to make his friend stay, "i was going to give her /my/ lunch not yours, you greedy monster." she clarifies, naturally reaching for the chopsticks to give to him, only to stop midway to smack his hand lightly with it, "also you make them spend the night with you, and you don't even feed them breakfast. it's only fair i offer them food." yeji adds, flashing him a little glare before gently placing the chopsticks in his hands. "please, i'm not saying any of that just to save you, and frankly, if they do go to one of your games, i bet they'll throw insults the moment they see you on the field."

@✽ yeji h. sunwoo's immediate displeasure for yeji's invite comes in the form of a couple of harsh coughs to divert her attention, and when she'd turn her head to him, there's a blatant expression of 'what are you doing?' written across his widened eyes, before it's quickly wiped from his face. "i eat for two, don't you remember? silly yeji. silly, /dumb/ yeji." his palm briefly splays over yeji's face as a way to shut her up from saying anything further, and he traipses over to mirae, hand on her waist to turn her attention back to his front door, quite literally ushering her out. the girl flashes him an unimpressed face, but honestly, he couldn't really give a damn, not when his stomach was practically aching for some food. "the uber will come in five minutes, you can wait in the lobby," he leans against the threshold of his door with a sloppy, yet hopefully charming grin. "let's do this again sometime, miri."

"it's mirae." she, rather rudely, says before taking off in a huff. for a moment, he blinks out of sheer confusion, but whether it's because he was entirely taken aback by her impolite leave or because he was still questioning her name — we'll never know.

making his way back to his seat, sunwoo leans up on his forearms. "what are you, crazy? i thought we've been over this; if you see a girl here, you don't invite them over for some lunch, especially /my/ lunch!" he grumbles, although he stills half expects for yeji to pass him a pair of chopsticks. "next time, god forbid you're here when they are, just tell them that the uber will be waiting for them. oh, tell them that i'm also super busy as a soccer star, no time for a relationship. but if they want to come to one of my university games and sport a number nineteen on their face, they can do that too."

@✽ jaehyun l. blunt and direct words were needed whenever sunwoo was conversing with hyunjae, the latter seemed to always require some sort of transparent clarification — and despite sunwoo's attempt at beating around the bush to avoid confrontations (and hurting his feelings), it just wasn't clicking in hyunjae's mind. and with the pent-up frustration from the night before, and pounding headache, sunwoo allows himself to throw caution into the wind when he lazily shoves the older towards his bedroom door, aiming for his exit. "i don't want to go," he says, nearly out of exasperation, but he supposes that he would seem like some child throwing a tantrum. with another push, sunwoo takes in a sobering breath. "you want to go? be my guest, i don't care. just leave me out of it."

@✽ sunwoo k. yeji's eyes light up in relief as she notices sunwoo's figure approaching the front door; finally, there's a third person to break the awkward atmosphere. unknowingly she scrunches her nose in annoyance at his comment, but refrains from saying a word to avoid bickering in front of his friend. the puzzled look on sunwoo's face causes her to grimace, feeling embarrassed on his behalf for blatantly forgetting mirae's name and having her complete it for him. it certainly wasn't her first time witnessing scenes similar to this, but it certainly never got easier to turn a blind eye to it. sharply inhaling, yeji could only shut her eyes in mortification as she shook her head — maybe if she closed them harder, she would cease to exist and be free from watching the conversation continue to unfold into a disaster.

taking a deep breath, yeji opens her eyes again, sending a small glare at sunwoo as she wordlessly hands him the lunch bag in her hold while he heads to the counter. she momentarily ignores him, turning her attention to the girl next to her, "while he calls an uber for you, would you like to stay for breakfast, mirae?" yeji extends an offer with a friendly smile, "luckily, i packed for three out of sheer coincidence so have something to eat before you go." in actuality, she packed more than usual so she could quickly have breakfast at his place before going about her day, yet with the way sunwoo had been trying to usher mirae out as soon as possible, yeji couldn't help but to pity her.

@✽ sunwoo k. just as he picks up sunwoo's backpack and duffel bag, he feels the light push against his shoulder. it's not hard enough to sway hyunjae's balance, but it's meaning is felt; sunwoo is avidly disagreeing with him and has made up his mind. hyunjae turns to face his best friend again. "you can sleep on the train. you don't have to do anything right now but eat, i said i would pack for you." he then gives the younger a small smile. "we can also go to your favorite sushi shop in busan afterwards..." hyunjae trails, trying to coax and tempt sunwoo with more food. "you can eat as much as you want, if you wanna go for dessert after, we can do that too." he isn't about to let sunwoo just stay in his apartment. not on such an important day. however, he also isn't upset that the latter was acting in such a way. sunwoo was stubborn at times, but at the end of the day, hyunjae would manage to compromise and convince sunwoo to a resolution that they both would be content with. tonight would be no different. hyunjae suspects that the younger was not wanting to go because he hadn't slept well and was cranky. sunwoo at times could be sensitive to sleep deprivation.

@✽ yeji h. this isn't sunwoo's first time seducing a girl back to his place, her staying the night, and the two waking up with the absence of their clothes. if anything, he's lost track of how many after the first few counts, but in his defense, this wasn't how every sunday went — it was at least every other sunday, give or take. but as he's learned from past encounters, he reminds himself; never tell the girl that. that conversation was reserved for his friends and teammates. oh, and hwang yeji.

and it's exactly yeji's voice that pulls him from his inebriated slumber. he easily recognizes it despite the minor hangover, even as she exchanges brief introductions with ... , what was her name again? he doesn't remember, and quite frankly, he doesn't really care. in a lazy rush, he throws on his sweats and unfurls the hem of his t-shirt down when he swings his bedroom door open, his hair obviously unkempt and a yawn soon sounding from him. "such chatterboxes in the morning," he gruffly says, unaware of the awkward air that surrounds the two girls. but what he /is/ aware of is the faint smell of those homemade goods that yeji brought him. "hey, yeji this is—" he doesn't hide the confusion on his face, eyes squinting in his feeble attempt to recall it, until she intercepts for him, "mirae." he claps once. "right, mirae. don't you have that ... er, lecture to go to? you should probably go." the girl in question frowns, shaking her head. "it's sunday."

"hey, this little conversation is just delaying the food i need in my system. i can call an uber for you if you want," sunwoo takes a seat at his kitchen counter, gesturing for yeji to come in with more of a relieved grin. "hope you packed for two 'cause i don't share food."

@✽ jaehyun l. the inevitable death of sunwoo's older brother struck both sunwoo and hyunjae with tremendous amount of grief. hyunjae, he went through all the stages of it, whereas sunwoo — he was consumed by anger. for the past three years, all he felt was anger; at the world for not helping his brother sooner, and at his brother for accepting the loss of his life. unlike sunwoo, his brother wasn't a fighter, and perhaps that's what frustrates sunwoo the most. and with the upcoming, annual busan trip to his grave, sunwoo found no other way to help cope than to turn to the few soju bottles near his bedside table. for the night, yeah, they worked, but hyunjae's voice only brought him back to his reality.

"i'm not messing around, man. i told you, i'm not going." he maintains a composed face as opposed to his voice of impatience, but the thin line between this agitation becomes blurred when hyunjae begins to rummage through the mess of his belongings. tired, sunwoo straightens up onto his legs and softly shoves hyunjae's shoulder to keep his attention on him, hoping he'll understand when he reiterates — "i'm serious, i don't want to go. it's just a waste of time, i'd rather be spending my time sleeping in or something."

@✽ sunwoo k. a yawn escapes her lips as yeji steps out of the gates of her home. walking down the street, she firmly holds onto the straps of the lunch bag in her hand, being careful with the way she grasps it as it's filled with side dishes and meals she prepared with her mother. courtesy of her parents, ever since sunwoo moved into town, it became a frequent occurence for her to pack food and personally send it over to him. and till this day, yeji isn't sure why her parents dote on him so much, but all she can really do is comply.

the trip to his apartment was short and sweet; she greets a few of his neighbours with a cheery good morning, hopping on the elevator before stepping out to his floor. walking further down the hallway, yeji stands right in front of his door and right when she was keying in his [incredibly stupid] passcode, the door magically opens for her. she lightly jolts in shock, nearly clashing heads with an unfamiliar girl if she hadn't taken a step back, "oh, i'm sorry!" yeji exclaims, "i didn't know the door would open."

the girl who stopped in front of her merely nods, looking at her up and down with her arms crossed to which yeji blinks at, rather puzzled at how unresponsive the other was yet she still manages to send a smile at her way. "nice to meet you, i'm yeji and you must be....?" introducing herself while gesturing a hand out to the stranger, waiting for her response. "a friend. what about you?" the girl succintly answers, causing yeji's curiosity to pique — she's never met this friend of his before, she'll have to bother sunwoo later for answers. "yeah, i'm just a friend too." yeji responds awkwardly with a nod, unsure if her answer would be of concern. after all, this stranger considers herself his 'friend' and she was too, except the difference between them was this particular friend had dishevelled hair, faint marks of what seems to be hickeys, and the hint of alcohol coming from her. choosing not to point out her observances, she decides to change topic, "by any chance, do you know if sunwoo's awake?"

@✽ sunwoo k. hyunjae narrows his eyes, his mouth parted to retort back to the younger that sunwoo's hands and legs that were more than capable of reaching and getting the food for themselves. he doesn't however, in more opposition and dissonance about sunwoo's last statement; that the latter was going to basically skip visiting his brother's grave site. every year, without fail, they had gone, through cold nights and snow. it hadn't mattered, his older brother had been a significant person to the both of them, having molded their lives—left an impression on the two of them. he and sunwoo had always made sure that even though the holidays were coming up, that his brother wouldn't be left alone—forgotten. they had always gone, to be by his side.

he presses his lips into a thin, taut line of vexation. hyunjae's eyebrows scrunch together ever so slightly, showing his perplexion. mere seconds ago, the same pair of eyes had been doting up sunwoo, viewing him with a lens of endearment. "what...what are you saying? stop messing around, we really have to get going. if you're not gonna eat soon, then you're gonna have to eat on the train. also, did you pack anything? where's your bag?" hyunjae peers about, just noticing that sunwoo literally did not have his usual bags prepared for the few days length of a trip. "go eat." hyunjae advises again, getting up. "I'll start packing your stuff for you." he begins to head to the closet, where he knows all of sunwoo's bags are kept.

@✽ jaehyun l. notably groggy in his actions, the younger swats away his friend's hand as he feels the repetitive prod to his cheek. hyunjae's affectionate, yet annoying, gestures were already well predicted, but it certainly doesn't help keep sunwoo's irritation at bay. "no, was actually trying to sleep in." reluctantly, sunwoo manages to sit up, his back resting upon his bed's headboard while his palms rub at his eyes. , he so wants that burger right about now but he's too lazy to get up. "just give it," he refers to the food, but he doesn't say much about the train ride mentioned — in fact, if hyunjae were to take a good look around, he'd see that sunwoo was anything but packed and prepared. but when sunwoo stalls the next few moments with a deep yawn, he takes this chance to touch upon the subject, "and i'm thinking about skipping out on this one, you good with that?"

@✽ sunwoo k. knowing that his friend is annoyed with him, the situation should be towards resolution, not humor. however, hyunjae can't help but let out a small giggle. his lips stretch into an immense grin. the way in which sunwoo changes from his sleepy and disgruntled matter is comical, especially only at the smell of burgers. on most days sunwoo is mature, on certain days, the younger latter is like a raising a temperamental puppy or kid.

hyunjae reaches over and pokes at sunwoo's cheek. "you didn't sleep well, did you." he asks him, continuing to prod at the younger's cheek—the gesture is metaphorical, like poking a bear with a stick. hyunjae nods to his last question. "let's go eat. we gotta leave soon to make it to the next train to busan."

@✽ jaehyun l. for someone that should be mind-numbingly terrified of a break-in (from how simple his passcode is), sunwoo is too far gone in the depths of his morning hangover to give a damn. truthfully, he's been awake for the past thirty minutes, but his eyes remain closed, hoping that it'll trick his mind into thinking he was still unconscious for the inevitable pounding to subside. he knew he shouldn't have spent his late night hours with the company of alcohol, but each time he does, he remembers why he used to consume so much back then; with every sip, he forgets all his troubles in the world.

when the distant clamor of dish washing, shoe organizing, and jacket hanging is heard from the other side of his bedroom, sunwoo knows it's hyunjae. if it was yeji, usually the smell of homemade goods would follow suit (as well as her light nagging), and if it was his parents, he'd hear his younger sister scurrying around. he softly groans as he hunches over to lay facing the wall, wishing that his good friend would just make his exit after tidying up his place, but he knows that's a definite reach.

"or what, mom." he mutters, the absence of his blanket making him curl even more into the warm of his mattress. in between the deep breaths he takes, sunwoo engages in a mental civil war — he reminds himself that hyunjae always means well, but right now, sunwoo finds the older to be awfully overbearing. but despite this inner turmoil, what catches his attention is the subtle waft of the usual burgers hyunjae purchases for him, and his stomach recognizes it with its low rumble. slowly, he peeks over his shoulder, his previous aggravation switching into something more curious (and hungry), "where's the burgers? you get 'em from soul home food?"

@✽ sunwoo k. 1919, the apartment room number he's all too familiar with. the 4 specific digits are like an access code to his mind, their numeric values representing an abyss of valuable memories that hyunjae can remember with clarity, every single time. moments, that he cherishes, with his part-time older 'brother'. hyunjae doesn't bother knocking, instead he types the dumbest pass code for an apartment door; 0000. the entrance opens with a turn of the knob, beeping a few times as he walks in. the apartment is never meticulously clean and organized as how he prefers, but it's subtle presences of clutter around the household makes the place a less rigorous of an environment, one that is pleasantly homey and inviting. it's an apartment that is visited often.

hyunjae takes off his shoes and steps onto the foyers floor, striding right to the small messes around the apartment. he rinses the few dishes in the sink and puts them into the dishwasher, he organizes the shoes all around the doorway, he hangs a few jackets that are thrown over the end of the sofa. lastly, he then enters the apartment resident's bedroom.

"clean after yourself, i always tell you, just do it in the moment, right at the time-" he cuts himself off as he sees the disheveled lump of blankets in the bed. beside it, the nightstand table has two empty soju bottles upon them. sighing with a shake of his head, hyunjae grudgingly picks up the empty bottles. darting back out of the room, he puts them away in the recycling bins by the kitchen. he then throws his entire weight on the edge of the occupied bed, sitting heavily. he then tears the blankets off, awaiting for the lumpy silhouette to react.

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