⇻ apartment complex

@◦ p. jisung ᵖʲᶦ_ Even as Hyeok made his way further into the apartment, he was thinking that this guy definitely had a point. Eh, whatever. He shrugged. "There are worse things to lie about." He glanced over his shoulder as the door was closed behind him and, shoes fully discarded, stepped into the bedroom. The Russian was excited. Work had been keeping him so busy it had been a while since he'd been able to do something a little more fun. was easy to get, but it was cute little episodes like this one where the real fun was at. At the other's question, Hyeok arched a brow. He couldn't think of a response. If he told him he had a micro, honestly, Hyeok would believe him. Why lie about that? Then again, given PJ's track record-- who knows. He settled on not saying anything at all and instead turned to the guy's setup. "What do you usually stream?", he asked, not entirely understanding the concept of a V-tuber, and brushed his fingers over the top of one of the screens. Hearing the mention of cushions, he looked down and laughed lightly. "How nice of you." Only now did he turn to look back at PJ, his gaze briefly dropping to his crotch, then rising back to the masked face. "Just checking first, you a serial killer, a psychopath or anything of the sort?", he asked with a smile as he peeled a hair tie from the wrist and pulled his hair into a sloppy ponytail.

() is he wearing boxers/briefs?

@◦ e. hyeokjin ᶜᵃᵖᵘᶜᶜᶦⁿᶦ The step back coupled with the confusion blanketing over Hyeok’s face prompted a smirk from under his mask, an airy chuckle leaving his lips. “You ask as you’re stepping into a complete stranger’s apartment. A stranger who practically lied to you about his height. 180.” He stated as he shut the door behind them, allowing the hotel owner to slip out of his boots and making his way over to his set up beside his bed. “Would you believe me if I said I was only two inches? (Lies)” His tone was playful, thumbs tugging at the band of his sweat pants, his head tilting off to the side as he allowed them to fall to his knees and kicked them off to the side. He wasn’t small, but he wasn’t monstrously big either. “Mask stays on for now. I put cushions down there for your knees.” He stated, dropping into his chair. “Make yourself at home.”

@◦ p. jisung ᵖʲᶦ_ When the door opened, Hyeok took a half step back in surprise. Confusion flashed across his face, followed by curiousity. He took of the damp hair and bit down on the inside of his cheek. He lingered at the doorframe for a second and then hesitantly took a step inside. "Am I at the right place?", he thought out loud, slowly taking in the person before him. He dropped his small bag to the floor and kicked off his boots, leaning against the wall with one hand for support. "I thought you were 160." ...Ah, that must have been another one of his jokes that Hyeok failed to pick up on. He should really stop taking people so literally, especially V tubers in random dating apps. "You going to keep the mask on?", he asked as he swept his boots off to the side of the entrance with one foot and then stepped into the actual apartment. "You can if you want to, I only need your pants off.", he grinned.

@◦ e. hyeokjin ᶜᵃᵖᵘᶜᶜᶦⁿᶦ Jisung’s heart raced as he set aside his phone, wondering if the meetup was a bad idea or not. With his background and avatar hiding his actual face, the only thing that could possibly give him away was the sound or if his avatar froze in a certain position. The knock at his front door didn’t come as a surprise but it still made him jump. He turned towards the mirror, ruffling his damp hair from the shower he took minutes ago and adjusted the black mask that blanketed over the lower half of his face, a precaution just in case it wasn’t cappucini at his door. Satisfied, his large frame made its way through his humble studio and opened the door to reveal a person slightly taller than him, smoky eyes scanning over Hyeok’s clothes. “It seems I’m underdressed. But that shouldn’t matter. It’s coming off anyways. Come in.”

@◦ p. jisung ᵖʲᶦ_ Hyeok was on his way to the apartment of guy who claimed to be a , but the way he agreed to his proposal of turning an off-hand half-joking statement into reality... well, maybe he was a very adventurous . Standing in the elevator, he pulled out a hand mirror and fixed his hair, a smile tugging at his lips. This was going to be fun. 'Ding' The doors opened, he stepped out and looked down at his phone to check which number he was going for. Hyeok was wearing boots with a modest heel, only about 8 centimeters, which brought him to 188cm. He had his long hair in a loose braid, and wore a short, loose-fitting dress over a sheer turtleneck. One last check in the mirror, a quick touch up with the matt lip tint, and he was ready to meet the small '' v tuber who had assured him he washed. Hyeok pressed the doorbell and waited with a smile on his lips.

@◦ c. soobin ᵖˡᵘˢʰᶦᵉˡᵘᵛʳ_⁰⁰ (... I repeat: Time for more interactions in the wide open world! XD tbf only a little over 100 to go~)

I can keep coming up with cuter names.
Pretty soon I'll be calling you my perfect pup and my sweet kitten and my bouncy little bun, too.
Hums smugly, rocking back and forth on my feet while I wait for you to open the box, eager only to see your reaction. it's so worth it, getting to watch your face light up with pride and joy, the cute act of placing the moo with the other kids not at all lost on me. Slipping my arms into the spaces created by yours to hug you from behind (even if it means tiptoeing to put my chin on your shoulder), hands resting on your stomach.
One more for now. Maybe we should slow down for a bit until we speak to the stork, as you so sweetly put it.
Chuckles softly, placing a kiss near the hinge of your jaw

@◦ k. sungho ᴱᵐᵖᵉʳᵒʳᴺᵒᵇᵒᵈʸ () I have them but I'll gladly help you get the 200 something more :)

Honestly all of them got me.. all in one go you called me everything you could probably say and that was a lot for my poor unexpecting heart..
Eyes widen at the box you finally bring out into the open, placing the rest of the kids on the couch gently before turning back around to happily grab hold of the box.
Wooow he's so cute! Is this the moo you talked about a while ago? Is this your bribe?
Too busy opening the box until I pause and lands my gaze on you, blinking a couple times as now my ears go red.
W-Wifey.. that's so sweet, I love that.. but I also love Ushi!! Thank you hubby! Now we have 4 kids, congratulations.
Hugs the soft cow until I part with him, placing him beside the rest of his siblings. Looking at them very proudly with my hands on my hips.

@◦ c. soobin ᵖˡᵘˢʰᶦᵉˡᵘᵛʳ_⁰⁰ (time for more interactions in the wide open world! Lol)

Following the sound of your voice, I can't help but laugh, seeing you and the kids all decorated and looking more adorable than ever - especially once I notice how flushed you're getting.
Ohhh my~ Now I have to figure out which of those nicknames really did the trick so I can use it when I'm sweet talking you.
says on a mischievous grin before remembering *why* I needed you and the box in my hand
Oh, right! I promised you a surprise, my adorable wifey, and I brought one!
Now you have to open the box and see what's inside! Here's a hint, his name is Ushi!

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@◦ k. sungho ᴱᵐᵖᵉʳᵒʳᴺᵒᵇᵒᵈʸ () I was thinking the same thing but if we're gonna share a place, we both need 300 pts :c

As soon as I hear the door open and close, I spring out the bathroom with mr penguin, chonky, and chompers who have stickers on their faces like mine. The pep in my step slowing down when I start hearing all the nicknames you're giving me, using the kids to hide my flushed face a bit.
U-Uhm.. here, I'm here! I was bonding with our kiddos. I.. if you call me all that I might become a puddle of mess and the kids will be very concerned as to why I'm getting a fever- did you need me Sungshine?

@◦ c. soobin ᵖˡᵘˢʰᶦᵉˡᵘᵛʳ_⁰⁰ (until I get off my lazy to request a place for these cuties)

Soobinnnnn~
Calls into the apartment, one hand held behind my back, carrying a large box (clearly labeled from build a bear) that I'm trying to hide from you even while searching.
Babe? Baby?
Peeking around the living room and kitchen to try and figure out where you've gone to, or if you're still somehow not home from work yet.
Honey, darling, my pretty husband?
Are you here, my heart?

@◦ k. jongin ᶻᵏᵈˡᶦⁿ Jiwon paused her ministrations. First he had to bend down for the short, petite girl to feel his forehead; embarrassing! Secondly, the joke he played which makes the girl's brims to flicker a small smile before eyeing him intently from head to toe. "My first thought when the door opened was you're really hot in person, also very handsome, so we got that covered." She laughs softly, patting his head gently and ruffling his slightly damped strands from cold-sweating. Her feet turn towards the male walking off and she follows while looking around curiously. "You have a cozy apartment, it's nice... would you like for me to start cooking something for you to eat?"

@◦ p. jiwon ˣʲᶦʷᵒⁿᵖᵃʳᵏˣ Jongin had felt even slightly better just seeing that the other was there, the male rarely had company that wasn’t family. A soft huff and chuckle escaped the lips of the other as she rejected giving him any bags. The male shut the door behind the other as she mad her way inside. “I’m feeling slightly dizzy, and definitely still having the cold sweats.” The male instinctively bent down a bit to allow the other to feel his forehead. “I don’t know how warm I am, but I hope I’m hot.” He joked lightly towards the other before gesturing the other to follow him further inside the apartment.

@◦ k. jongin ᶻᵏᵈˡᶦⁿ When the door opened, the girl was surprised by the male, not in a bad way but clearly, the pictures didn't do him justice. She assumes it's the same for everyone on the app, since anyone she met from the app, it was the same reaction she had towards them; awestruck. Her heart does something weird but she ducks her head in favor of focusing on the flush coating her cheeks, heating the skin far too easily and she steps in. "Nope, you're not going to hold this and hurt yourself further, relax." She muses with a chuckle, the truffle ingredients are also placed neatly in the bag, "I bought the truffle ingredients since ... you know so I just brought it over to use finally." She teases with a grin, looking around the area curiously. "Your apartment is nice. How are you feeling Jongin?" She mumbles with a pout and places a bag aside before bringing a hand up to feel the male's forehead, having to tiptoe due to how tiny she is.

@◦ p. jiwon ˣʲᶦʷᵒⁿᵖᵃʳᵏˣ Jongin had some time off finally after working almost everyday for two weeks straight and only to come down with an illness. The nurse had tried to do everything in his power from not getting sick, but it seems his immune system had failed him. So when Jiwon had offered to come over with some medicine and other thing for him Jongin couldn’t turn down the offer. He felt guilty for makinrg her come out here though. After hearing the knock on the door, Jongin got up from his couch and and answered the door. Taking in the sight before him, Jongin allowed a soft smile to appear on his face. “Hey, come in.” He said stepping to the side but holding his hands out in offer to take a bag from her.

@◦ k. jongin ᶻᵏᵈˡᶦⁿ Jiwon didn't know that she'd be going to the male's apartment this soon, not that she was complaining one bit. Far from it, but she's a bit flustered from the suddenness of it all, she hopes she isn't smelling bad or something from rushing off from her evening at class and grabbing some groceries and running brief errands. By the time she was home, she decided to drop off the things bought and go over to Kai's place. Once she's at the front, she holds a bag with some fruits and juices and the other has some vegetables and even some packets of Ramen, she knows it's not good for the sick, but she's sure he might enjoy this better than soup as they both agreed. She also bought some chocolates to spoil the sick male before knocking on the door with her hand as best as she can. Calling out, she makes sure her soft voice comes out as loud and clear as possible. "Jongin?! It's me Jiwon, I'm here!"

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@◦ c. san ˢʰᶦᵇᵉʳˡᵛʳ "you don't like my real one?" she teases once she's standing right in front of him again, goosebumps rising on her arms both by the lingering heat of his body on hers and the cold wind that breezes past them. sweeping her disheveled hair to her right shoulder, all thanks to the wind, she shakes her head, hand stretched out to wave it at him in disagreement. "not at all, you just seemed like the kind of guy waiting for someone in the dark─ which you are. so that sort of became a beacon to me, if that makes sense."

@◦ p. chaeyoung ʳᵒˢᵉᵗᵗᵉ even if for just a second, the touch of their cheeks; as light as it may be had lingered as if it burned into the core of his memory. the scent of her entirety brushed against his nose, causing him to wiggle it just a smidge as he had hoped to get a better opportunity to bask in it later.
"rosie, sounds cute. i think i could be able to call you that"
her words, the way she spoke, the tone of it was almost enough to get him to feel a little bit tingly on the inside; it was nice. her voice...and he wanted to hear more of it.
"easy to find? do i look a little out of the ordinary?"

@◦ y. taeyang ˢᵘⁿᵗᵃⁿᶻ The conversation they were having had the shorter man thinking about many things even in his mildly hazy state. But soon his thoughts were pushed aside for a brief moment as he heard the man speak those words, no not words, but his name. The way he said his name brought that joyous grin back to his softly flushed face. He didn’t know if it was how Taeyang was saying it or if it was just because it was him who said but it made the man happy. Too happy he thought without surreal this experience was, how he could be simply dreaming this all up at the moment. Chittaphon was left thinking that for a split moment in time before he whispered a soft wow. “I never thought my name could sound so perfect, but here I was proven wrong. There should be a prize for you saying it was so beautiful the first try.” It was truly dream-like, this moment he was having and yet he wanted to saviour it even if it was one moment in the timeline of their lives. Without even thinking he placed his hand in the others and interlocked his fingers with the man’s as he sat his coffee mug down on the coaster beside the wine glass. And it was with the hand that he once held the mug with that he now placed it on the back of the man’s hand he was holding as if to cradle it. “Taeyang… when I told you I wanted to see all sides of you, to know you for who you are, I meant it and still mean it… no matter what side you show me, I will embrace it because you are deeming me deserving of seeing it…” The man whispered as he brought the man’s hand up to his nose before bringing the back of taeyang’s hand to his lips after it was uncovered by his hand that once cradled it. “Because as they say, a drunken man’s words are a sober man’s secrets… and what I’m telling you is truthful… if you allow me to, I wish to scratch more than just the surface that is… if you allow me to do so.”

@◦ l. chittaphon ᵗᵉⁿ.⁹⁶ "it takes a special kind of person to see a person's flaws and look into who they really are, not just who they think they are." he loosely curled his hand into a fist and rested his cheek on his knuckles while he looked on, attentive to the man whose couch he found himself on. his gaze fell from the other's face to his hand on his mug, watching the way he ran his thumb over it, and he found himself in thought. how much of what he saw was alcohol? wishful thinking? instilled by a pretty face and a little waist? taeyang swallowed the lump forming in his throat and looked back up, a half-blink, his eyes not fully closing but clearing his vision. "oh? i- i just think that it's a sign of respect. and if we're getting to know one another, i want to know how to say it." as he listened to the shorter man speak his own name, enunciating it in a way that he could follow, he held the tip of his tongue between his teeth. he doesn't speak loudly, reciting the syllables to himself once, twice... a third time before he dares speak up. "chi-ta-phon. chittaphon? is that right?" he's so focused on getting it right that the statement catches him off guard. he reaches out just into the space between with his off hand, palm up. "that's okay. you can hold my hand."

@◦ c. san ˢʰᶦᵇᵉʳˡᵛʳ oh, chaeyoung thinks to herself, surprised that she actually got the right person on her first try. however, before she could pat herself on the back for doing a great job, it finally registered to her that she's standing in front of him. san. in the flesh. dark hair, with equally dark, brooding eyes that gazed at her with interest, his lips poised in a smirk. getting over the shyness of what's to come, she takes his offer for a hug, her cheek brushing on his in greeting. "chaeyoung. but you can call me chae or rosie. it's nice to meet you," she replies, just as she pulls back from the hug. "you're very easy to find."

@◦ p. chaeyoung ʳᵒˢᵉᵗᵗᵉ with the constant gaze wavering from the screen and out towards the front of the building, san was calculating on how to even greet the person who he had just recently started talking to. it was something new but nothing that he would've ever thought to experience himself as he slid the device into his front pockets; dark orbs adjusting to the new face that he hasnt seen before just a few steps away. she looked familiar,, with that thought in mind he couldnt help but smirk unintentionally at her words as he gave his head a slight tilt. she was indeed an attractive woman and he couldnt help but take a really good look at her from head to toe. "how could i not know a rosette...when shes standing right before me?"
and with that, an arm had slowly swung open towards her; an invite to a small embrace
"please, feel free to call me San"

@◦ c. san ˢʰᶦᵇᵉʳˡᵛʳ park chaeyoung wouldn't be surprised if her phone bursts into flames with how hard she's staring at her phone screen. and while her thumbs itched to type some response to the message she received, she decided to just lock her mobile and search for the person that had rendered speechless at that moment. fortunately, the front of the building wasn't crowded and she only had to look at a few suspects before someone matched the description that was given to her. he was far taller, she'd notice on a first glance, with an air of mystery that she'd also felt behind the screen of her phone. so chaeyoung treads to him with careful steps, stiletto heels clicking on the pavement. "um, hi? do you happen to know a rosette?"

@◦ y. taeyang ˢᵘⁿᵗᵃⁿᶻ Again it was that innocence that seemed to radiate from the other man that drew Chittaphon to have a smile painted across his face as if it was meant to always be there in the presence of the man in front of him. And as tempted as he was to continue the teasing that he so desperately wanted to do, he refrained to not make the other man uncomfortable in his home. “That we wouldn’t, since it would be me staring the whole time and not really speaking…” again a burst of laughter left his chest as he found himself scooting a little closer to the man who sat down on his couch. Chittaphon raised his brows in surprise at the suggestion that followed and soon he felt his smile softening. “I know we all have flaws, but it’s the ability to look past flaws and see someone for their perfectly imperfect self and still have adoration for them…” he began before he traced the side of his mug with his thumb before he spoke, “but the fact that you want to know how to say my actual name, you must want me to fall for you huh?” Chittaphon teased before he leaned back on the couch and looked at Taeyang with a softened look of admiration and joy. “You could never look stupid, at least not to me… and as for my name… it’s Chittaphon. Chit-ta-phon. A mouth for I know, but that’s the name behind my nickname.” He laughed as he looked down at the man’s hand as if wanting to hold it, but felt hesitant to do so because of the anxious feeling of making the other uneasy. But still, he uttered out softly, “I really wanna hold your hand Taeyang..”

@◦ l. chittaphon ᵗᵉⁿ.⁹⁶ that single, three letter word, had made him freeze... at least once it actually sunk in. he glanced toward the floor at his feet before his gaze flicked up, shyness on his cheek in shades of rose for all of a second. he's an adult, well into his adult years and not even much younger than the man in front of him, but something about the topic came far less easily to him when he's face-to-face and not typing messages from behind a phone screen. "mmh, something like that." he's dismissed the thought as soon as it's arisen, laughed it aside with mostly breath and very little vocal tone when he overhears ten's intonation. taeyang didn't need to hear the word to understand the sentiment. the taller man placed his lips together and swallowed, audibly, his lips turned up into a small, self-conscious smile that disappeared when he blew on the hot contents of the mug cooled only by a splash of cream. while he listened, he held the cup to his chest, leeching the warmth from it through the material of his tee. "well i don't think we want that. especially not when you've drank." he followed the signal, knowing it well enough, and he sat on the couch, the bulk of his hoodie resting over thighs just beginning to warm. he the cushion, his side toward the back and an elbow propped up on those cushions as he peered over. "you make it sound like me being here is a gift. and as happy as i am to be here - i can joke about being a gift, but everyone has their flaws. let me- let me not dwell on that. instead... since i'm here, maybe you can teach me how to say your name properly?" he suggested it with almost childlike innocence and tucked an ankle beneath his knee off the couch. "i would try to say it but i don't trust myself not to look dumb."

@◦ y. taeyang ˢᵘⁿᵗᵃⁿᶻ It was the fact this man had brought logic to the conversation right after Chittaphon had admitted he was growing to like that man that caused him to smile in amusement. It was cute, no it was adorable the way this man thought and that was something that he was growing to admire more and more as they spoke to one another even via text. He allowed him to speak or ramble as the taller man called it, but soon Chittaphon was shamelessly teased, “ something else in mind? You mean ?” The way the three-letter word left his lips so effortlessly as he smiled toward the man was soon a distant memory as he found himself rendered speechless the moment that hoodie came off… and thank god it did. He wasn’t one to gawk, but there he was staring. The sight alone had his already alcohol-flushed cheeks turning a bright rose colour, and all that left his lips was a faint. “Damn…” that of course was followed by a laugh as a means to hide the fact that he was well… gawking. Within seconds he came back to the reality that was them standing in his kitchen and before Chittaphon spoke again, he sipped his coffee as a means to retain most of his sense that seemed to fly out the window for a moment. “Then I guess it’s a good thing you did huh? It’s probably a good thing too since you being shirtless in front of me would probably have me incapacitated at least mentally so…” he laughed again before he found himself walking toward the living room after tapping the mama bicep to signal him to follow. And it was the moment the man sat down that he exhaled a loud, and long sigh. “I still can’t believe you are here right now… truthfully I can’t… but I’m glad you are Taeyang… honest.”

@◦ l. chittaphon ᵗᵉⁿ.⁹⁶ "you have a point, of course, it's only natural to want to see such a person as often as possible. and i'm sure that, considering my place and yours aren't very far apart and we haven't noticed each other before now, chance isn't the best decider in whether we see each other or not - i am rambling." taeyang stopped himself with those words, laughing to himself as he came to the sudden realization that he had said too much. he was thankful to have the shorter man be the one focused on making coffee, the task at hand, while he was fretting over his hoodie. "i mean it's your place - i wouldn't want to make you uncomfortable, or make you think i had something else in mind." he didn't need more prompting than that to grab the hem of his hoodie, arms crossed, and lift it over his head. in the process, his cropped gray tee rose up a little higher, needing to be pulled back down into place over the tone of his firm stomach. he carded his fingers through the front of his hair, attempting to tousle it into something more purposeful, his hoodie draped over his arm, and when he reached to take the mug in both hands, he didn't realize he had been holding his breath until his fingers grazed the other's. he lifted it slightly, an implied thanks. "i think if i came over shirtless in my hoodie i would be cold beyond saving after a block."

@◦ y. taeyang ˢᵘⁿᵗᵃⁿᶻ “Why would you think that? Don’t people want to see someone they are starting to like? If I could I wish I could cross paths with you every day, but that seems impossible to leave that up to chance.” The shorter man’s words were followed by a soft smile that adorned his lips as he noticed from the corner of his eyes the way Taeyang seemed to toy with the sleeves of his hoodie. But it wasn’t until ten put a splash of cream in both their coffees that he finally put the cream, sugar, and milk away only to hear the request from the taller man. With a soft laugh, Chittaphon looked at taeyang, “you don’t have to ask permission, you seemed a bit uncomfortable in your hoodie anyway.” The Thai man soon grabbed hold of both of the mugs, he carried them toward the other man before holding one out. “And I wouldn’t complain even if you were shirtless underneath your hoodie.” The way he smiled at the other as he said those words were soon met with a soft chuckle at his shamelessness for actually saying that.

@◦ l. chittaphon ᵗᵉⁿ.⁹⁶ for a moment taeyang stood there, likely an absurd sight, six feet tall and standing with his arms wrapped around himself. what else was he to do? he shook himself from it and approached the nearest edge of the counter, his hands sliding down the outsides of his arms. it didn't matter that he was cold, the bulk of his hoodie quickly felt like too much while indoors. "not nervous, per se. i guess it's just unexpected. i didn't think you would really want to see me tonight." he circled his hand about the opposite wrist and pushed his sleeve back toward his elbow, his bare forearm appearing slim in comparison to the material bunched up around his bicep. his hip rested against the edge of the counter, lightly, just barely making contact with it as if he was afraid to scuff it while he stood there in wait. for a moment he watched ten work, preparing the instant coffee in a pair of mugs, his hands the focus of his attention before the second question was asked. "just a little cream, thank you." taeyang tucked a hand into the pocket of his jeans, his attempts to look casual looking more like fidgeting before he plucks at the front of his hoodie. "do you mind if i take this off... ? i promise i'm not shirtless underneath."

@◦ y. taeyang ˢᵘⁿᵗᵃⁿᶻ The idea of using his espresso machine was something he considered but decided was absolutely out of the question. He knew even if he was able to remain in a state of normality even if he was tipsy, he knew he would end up burning himself somehow. It was the way he was left curious about why Taeyang had been so appreciative of the idea of him coming over. A thought that he tried to push away and tell himself that all things get answered when they are supposed to. And that thought was the only thing that slipped his mind before the idea of making the coffee took over. He placed two rather large mugs on the counter, he filled them both with the water in his water boiler. And then like clockwork placed a tablespoon of instant coffee he had picked up on his travels to Italy months prior. “Does the thought of being here make you nervous?” Chittaphon’s voice finally found its way past his lips as he stirred the coffee until the granules were gone and then went to grab creamer, milk, and sugar since he had no clue how this man took his coffee. The smell of the coffee… The aroma of the coffee is part of the rhythm of the day, another anchor in a routine that soothes and gives a sense of normality and predictability… but here he was in the middle of the night having coffee with none other than Taeyang. “Cream? Sugar? Milk?” Chittaphon asked as his orbs glanced back toward the taller man, concern now filling his mind at the thought of how cold the man must be by the way he stood there and held himself in his arms.

@◦ l. chittaphon ᵗᵉⁿ.⁹⁶ the bulk of the hoodie on the taller man's frame was no doubt apparent when ten ran his hands down his chest at his front. taeyang had hidden his figure under layers at each meeting, showing only so much of the build he had worked so hard to maintain, but he didn't shy away from being touched. there was a bit of warmth to be had in holding each other's hands, his long fingers curling about the shorter's hand to hold on as he followed in step. "gladly, i'll just have to make one request once we're inside." as he made the walk with the other man he had to push a thought out of mind, a conversation moments prior. the only indication he had any thought was in the way his thumb caressed the side of the other's hand while he held on, walking close. once the door is open, taeyang tilts his head, peering past while his free hand slips into his pocket, a little shake depositing his keys into the single pocket of his hoodie before he took a step inside and followed suit, stepping out of thin-soled slip ons. "your place looks... immaculately kept. i'm glad i suggested i come here rather than have you come to mine." he laughed, trying to divert his attention as he places his free hand against his nape and feels the cold in his fingers sent down his back to straighten his spine. he followed after, taking only a fleeting glance around before he wrapped his arms across his front to hold, and rub warmth, into the outside of either arm. "i didn't expect i would end up here tonight."