𝘦𝘶𝘯𝘸𝘰𝘰'𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘥𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘮

@ᴄʜᴀ☁︎︎ᴇᴜɴᴡᴏᴏ t'is what i'm saying! taxes, laundry, cooking your own food. and even finding work. we really had it easy when we were kids. he feels exhausted, then. almost wishing that he's back in his childhood home, his biggest worry being that he needs copy of his classmate's math homework tomorrow. turning to face you, his hands on his lap, he shrugs, lips almost set in a pout. i just want to see you and touch you. plain and simple.

@ᴄʜᴏɪ☁︎︎ʙᴇᴏᴍɢʏᴜ sheesh. sounds awful. bills are a nightmare afterall. and now we need to get it together. he emits a chuckle followed by a shake of the head as he remembers some of his bills due by early next week. he retracts his hands from tickling you and just puts it back on his side. did i? well now i'm curious as to why you actually want to see it. some might say "nah, I don't want to see it or I don't care" but you said "i like to see it".

@ᴄʜᴀ☁︎︎ᴇᴜɴᴡᴏᴏ i've already felt the end when i got my first electricity bill. why did they never tell us the horror it poses? he in a deep breath until his chest starts to cave in. he knows that if he expels it, it'll fan over your visage; if he wasn't careful, his heart might jump out as well, splatting down your lap... then, you'd know what he feels. you... you suggested it. i'm seconding...

@ᴄʜᴏɪ☁︎︎ʙᴇᴏᴍɢʏᴜ true. same goes for me. and now that we're finally adults, it's almost the end of the world for us. he clicks his tongue in dismay while playing with the hem of your hoody, eyes gazing at you quite intensely. why would you want to see it? can you tell me a good reason? he plays dumb and pokes your tummy multiple times to tease you.

@ᴄʜᴀ☁︎︎ᴇᴜɴᴡᴏᴏ yeah. kinda regret not enjoying my childhood more. can't believe i wanted to be one of those kids who looked forward to going to college or getting my own job so i could finally live by myself. u g h. he chugs down the rest of his beer in one go to drown out his misery. he can't seem to be able to blame the alcohol for the redness of his face anymore, a lone bead of sweat trailing down his spine. but... i'd still like to see it. not just in my imagination.

@ᴄʜᴏɪ☁︎︎ʙᴇᴏᴍɢʏᴜ funny how we want to be kids again but when we were kids, all we want is to grow up fast. a deep sigh escapes his chest upon the thought of it and just leans the side of his head against yours. a smile lingering on his lips upon seeing your reaction and just wraps an arm around your waist. nothing, nevermind that beomie. or maybe imagination is the limit.

@ᴄʜᴀ☁︎︎ᴇᴜɴᴡᴏᴏ exactly. what i would i actually give to at least spend a whole week in the past to be able to relive that time. like, i'm not gonna change anything. but just enjoy the simplicity of it. he sighs dejectedly, knowing such would be impossible to achieve. it was your change of tactic that had him breaking out of that melancholy, choking on a piece of popcorn before turning his head to look at you, a hand covering his reddened ear. what ever do you mean by that? i —

@ᴄʜᴏɪ☁︎︎ʙᴇᴏᴍɢʏᴜ yeah, that's when adulting hits us. i don't actually remember when was the last. it's the opposite now that we're all grown up and exhausted most of the time—it makes us a homebody. he scratches his head a bit while a vague laugh emits from his mouth afterwards. now that rhymes. i see, then. so you're sorting it out that you might see me more? i mean, we don't need summer in order to that. as he leans closer, he playfully whispers towards your ear and watches your reaction change.

@ᴄʜᴀ☁︎︎ᴇᴜɴᴡᴏᴏ isn't it funny though? like, most of the time now, you have to stay inside to be able to play with your friends? do you even remember the last time you went out, like under the sun kind of out, with your friends to play? he's mumbling now, mildly lost in his thoughts as he thinks back to his own memories. mayhaps, that is the reason why his lips moved on its own. yeah. if you also sweat too much, i might see you even more than you already are. i don't know. i can't find it in myself to mind the heat if i get a treat in the end.

@ᴄʜᴏɪ☁︎︎ʙᴇᴏᴍɢʏᴜ i would say that the was the worst punishment ever. imagine having lots of kids in your neighborhood—man that's exactly what happened to me. all these kiddos are making fun of me for not being able to go out but that's life. lesson learned as a child aha. he laughs as he tries to imagine you teasing him during his childhood days and he messes up your hair in return. you're funny, beom. so you think my sweat contributes to it? wait until summer, you might not want to room with me anymore once you get to smell my intense sweat. ok kidding. he pokes your rib a bit and returns his attention to the movie and tries to pick up with the current scene while constantly chugging on his second beer.

@ᴄʜᴀ☁︎︎ᴇᴜɴᴡᴏᴏ for. real. he answers with finality, squinting at the television and trying to make sense of what was going on in the movie. then again, with your mere presence alone, he was bound to have a hard time dividing his attention. hah! that's the worst punishment you'd get back in the days, isn't it? i can almost imagine you looking outside your window, green with envy because you can't play with your friends. i'd probably one of those kids who'd shake their butts when i see you watching. just doing it to annoy you. he laughs lightly, then clears his throat. he suddenly felt cornered by your statement. you... well, the smell of your sweat contributes to it... um. yeah.

@ᴄʜᴏɪ☁︎︎ʙᴇᴏᴍɢʏᴜ as he sees you grab a drink, he grabs one for himself as well and chugs it down to almost half of the can as he seems to be that thirsty, not minding the bitter taste as it favors him. for real? aha, wow wish we met when we were still kids. i'm pretty much the same with you. a troublemaker as my grandparents call me but everyone still likes the charm i radiate even though i tend to go home with either a bruise on the knee and arm or a broken shoe due to so much running. my parents aren't home during the weekdays so I wasn't scolded that much. my grandma on the other hand punishes me by not allowing me to play outside on weekends. he shrugs as he chuckles at the memory. i do agree we're sort of compatible. and it's nice to meet someone whom i have a lot in common. as he looks at you, he smiles upon knowing you were able to smell his scent and he leans closer while smelling his own clothes. i smell divine? i thought i'm quite sweaty already.

@ᴄʜᴀ☁︎︎ᴇᴜɴᴡᴏᴏ i would think so, yeah. he nods in response, grabbing a can of beer and popping it open. once he hears your question, he takes a small chug, wincing at the taste, and swallows thickly. i'm the kid who'd find a way to lose a tooth by doing jumping jacks the wrong way or slipping on mud while chasing snails. mom absolutely hates laundry day because of me, so she makes me hang, fold and iron my clothes as punishment. he sets a hand on top of his head to pat his hair down, dopey grin on his face. we've got so much in common, you know? i would say we're compatible like that. ehe. and, to be honest with you, you also smell divine. he says the last word in a stage whisper, gently nudging your rib with his elbow.

@ᴄʜᴏɪ☁︎︎ʙᴇᴏᴍɢʏᴜ aha, ok so we're the same huh. it makes sense. well, i'll shoot my first question then. as he thinks through his mind, he rubs his chin with a hum. how were you as a child? any funny memories you'd like to sort of share with me? he slightly ruffles your hair but making sure the strands are still in place and just playfully grins at you. noted on that, beomie. i'll be more careful next time. alright i see then, so we're pretty much the same. physical touch over material things 100/10. also, you smell really good. i mean- sorry can't help it. he lightly scratches the back of his head and averts his gaze towards the television.

@ᴄʜᴀ☁︎︎ᴇᴜɴᴡᴏᴏ just like me! i wouldn't know where to start. and if i don't have a beginning, then there's gonna be no end to the things i would end up blabbering. i'll just be firing away. and, it isn't, but still. we always have to be careful what we put in our mouth. he clicks his tongue in faux disappointment, wiping your cheek and shirt off once he finishes on picking the tiny pieces of popcorn that scattered on your person. i'm — i'm not really into material things. physical touch that makes me feel loved and cared of is what i want most. the flush on his cheeks can't be hidden anymore, and he's unsure if he's flustered at being this close to you or the fact that you've got a sniff of his strawberry-scented shampoo.

@ᴄʜᴏɪ☁︎︎ʙᴇᴏᴍɢʏᴜ hmm, i guess that's fair. you can ask me questions if you want to? so we can start from there since i'm not really so good at telling stories about me unless someone will raise questions. also- aha that's ok, i mean. it just fell on your lap and i don't think it's that dirty, right? he stops talking when you started removing some crumbs all over his outer mouth and softly mentions a thank you. his brows curl up upon hearing your response and smiles warmly. just those two? tell me more. don't be shy. you can also mention material things. as he gazes down at him, he softly pats your head a few times and leans closer to smell your hair a bit and smiles as you smelled like you just got off the shower.

@ᴄʜᴀ☁︎︎ᴇᴜɴᴡᴏᴏ mhm. that also means that you can tell me things, too. i'd love to know more about you. he simpers politely, allowing you to pull away just so you could pick up the popcorn that littered around us. i — euno, those are way pass the 5-second rule! seeing that you were already done before he could admonish further, he takes it upon himself to pick the smaller crumbs that somehow decorated your cheeks and shirt. the way you're combing his hair makes the ambience more homey. warm hugs would be nice. and head pats.

@ᴄʜᴏɪ☁︎︎ʙᴇᴏᴍɢʏᴜ good idea. but I'm not forcing you to, ok? just whenever you feel like sharing childhood stuff with me. and oh- he pinches your chin in a soft manner and notices some of the popcorn pieces scattered on the couch and on your lap so he is fast to pick up the pieces and stuffs them all to his mouth, forming a puffed cheeks just now. once done munching, he his lips so that the crumbs will be gone and grabs a tissue to wipe off the dirt from his hands. alright then, but do tell me yours too. anything from your wishlist? he shifts his gaze towards you as he now tries to run his fingers through your hair.

@ᴄʜᴀ☁︎︎ᴇᴜɴᴡᴏᴏ know what? just in case my mom does beat me to it, i'll tell you the story myself. just ask. i'll be as truthful as possible. he huffs, placing the bucket on the coffee table so he could hug you just as tight. are you sure? either way, if you do come up with something, just let me know? he pretends to try and catch your finger between his lips but is quick to bury his face on your shoulder, the movie playing on the screen long forgotten.

@ᴄʜᴏɪ☁︎︎ʙᴇᴏᴍɢʏᴜ oh yeah? i wonder when will i hear those stories of you. i bet i'd laugh it off all day everyday. he teases and chuckles playfully while squeezing you around his long arms. it's nothing, you don't have to worry about it. actually, this- your presence is considered as a gift. so. hush. no need to buy me material stuff. he presses a finger on your lips and nods his head as if assuring you and just tackles you in for some more cuddles.

@ᴄʜᴀ☁︎︎ᴇᴜɴᴡᴏᴏ if you do think that the story is too comical, let me know. my mom adds exaggeration in her stories just to make fun of me. he sighs dejectedly, as if he'd aged a couple of years just from recalling his mom's favorite past time of teasing him with his newfound friends. o oh, you don't want to have more? he asks as he's handed out the bucket of popcorn, his left cheek puffed and filled of it. at being pulled into a hug a second later, he laughs in surprise, the contents of the bucket spilling over their lap. merry christmas to you, too! i don't have a gift with me right now, but i can make up for it next time i get to go shopping. would be great if... you know, tell me what you'd like.

@ᴄʜᴏɪ☁︎︎ʙᴇᴏᴍɢʏᴜ as he listens to you he can't help but to chuckle and narrows his gaze at you while he tries to picture things out in his mind. you're overthinking, come on. i am honestly fond of childhood stories, i mean they're epic moments. so i'd still wanna hear stories from your mom in the future. he grins and shifts his gaze down at your plump lips as he feeds you the popcorn and dunks his fingers back at the bucket to feed himself this time while offering the bucket to you. here you go, it's pretty good beom. have some more. he then relaxes his back against the couch and smiles in between as he watches some good parts of the movie, yet he gasps lightly as he remembers something. as he fixates his eyes on you he leans over and wraps his arms around your frame. oh dang, i almost forgot to greet you beom! i say, merry christmas!

@ᴄʜᴀ☁︎︎ᴇᴜɴᴡᴏᴏ it's not that i'm not comfortable, it's just that... how can i face you ever again if you find out that i used to do something embarrassing when i was a kid? he is comforted either way by the squeeze of your hand on his knee. (if his cheeks was reddening for some other reason, he dares not to focus on it.) oh! noticing what you were planning to do, he shifts on his seat to face you, eyes zeroing on your hand as his lips parts open.

@ᴄʜᴏɪ☁︎︎ʙᴇᴏᴍɢʏᴜ you brought it up so how can i not be curious? he scratches the ends of his brows while chewing on the pizza inside his mouth. but if you aren't comfortable to tell me then i respect it. no worries. shaking his head, he squeezes your knee as a form of reassurance and redirects his gaze towards the tv to watch the movie being played. in a few minutes, he grabs the bucket of popcorn and grabs a few pieces and aims it towards your mouth. ah?

@ᴄʜᴀ☁︎︎ᴇᴜɴᴡᴏᴏ why would you like to know? i'm telling you, they're not blackmail-worthy material. you might end up wishing that you didn't know about it right after. he visibly shudders, a flashback of memories catching up on him. he shakes it off by focusing on the movie, the pizza and you, though, the scene of hiccup meeting toothless for first time playing on the screen. she will be. he babies my friends more than she does to me. and thank you for the advice, it's about time i change my go-to pizza place.

@ᴄʜᴏɪ☁︎︎ʙᴇᴏᴍɢʏᴜ his eyes widen in surprise as he hears your statement and he just grins afterwards. oh really, you think so? now I'm curious what are those embarrassing stories. hmm. well, i hope your mom will find me a good influence to you. he nudges you by the elbow and finishes his first slice in just two bites, making his cheeks puff as the pizza dough seems to be pretty thick. really? maybe the pizza place you've ordered to is not of good quality. you should try ordering to this 'pizza station 101' starting from now on.

@ᴄʜᴀ☁︎︎ᴇᴜɴᴡᴏᴏ i can already see it. you and mom getting along. might start telling you about embarrassing stories about me and share inside jokes i will never be privy of. he jests in return, grumbling for effect as he bites onto his slice of pizza. making a noise of delight at its taste, he takes another bite after swallowing the first one, head nodding repeatedly. mhm, it's good! i envy you. the place where i get mine is usually stale or already cold.

@ᴄʜᴏɪ☁︎︎ʙᴇᴏᴍɢʏᴜ then us meeting is the right timing for that. kindly tell your mom that you met this awesome guy and he wants you to stay at his place and be his roommate whenever you want to. he playfully jokes around and chuckles while pressing the said show in the tv screen. alright then let's watch that, beom. once the show starts to play, he opens up the box of chicken and grabs one to munch on while he turns to check on you. enjoying the food?

@ᴄʜᴀ☁︎︎ᴇᴜɴᴡᴏᴏ my mom told me i do need to go out sometimes... i guess she'll be happy to know that i have someone i can spend time with now. giving you a lopsided grin, he takes the offered plate of pizza and grabs a sachet of hot sauce before drizzling it over his slice. i guess we can continue on the sequel for how to train your dragons? you okay with that? he on his thumb that had a drop of hot sauce on it, eyes focused on finding the second installment of the animated movie.

@ᴄʜᴏɪ☁︎︎ʙᴇᴏᴍɢʏᴜ uh, yeah sort of. but i mean, only if you want to. i have no one staying here with me so just let me know if you wanna stay over whenever you're in the mood for it. he nods his head with quite a smile as he slices the pizza and places it in a paper plate before offering it to you. here you go, beom. ah, wait i forgot to turn on the netflix! feel free to choose whatever movie show you want. he gives the remote towards you before he grabs a pizza slice for himself and takes a few bites on it.