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yon x levi
please send me a ship and I will tell you : YOVI EDITION
who’s the cuddler: yon, but she does it in such a subtle way. its like one minute she could be on the other side of the room cursing him out and then she’s under his arm and it’s like woah how she get there.
who makes the bed: id say nobody. because why would they. but levi!! yon would she just forgets ok
who wakes up first: yon, then she stares at levi until he wakes up. then proceeds to either be an ass to him or be the complete opposite, it all depends on the expression he has when he wakes up.
who has the weird taste in music: they both listen to each others music in their shared headphones so neither of them think the others music taste is weird. sometimes yon listens to alvin and the chipmunks but levi is okay with it
who is more protective: levi. yon doesn’t even realize what it means to be ... well, that. its an arm over her shoulder when they’re out and getting looks, or a subtle touch of his fingers to hers when she spaces out. also the back of the neck grab.... important and relevant. however yon has learnt his fear of dogs is genuine so she will pull him away if she spots on in the distance.
who sings in the shower: levi. yon hates it. she bangs on the door until he stops.
who cries during movies: levi. yon calls him a little bitch and tell him to suck it up normally, but if he is really upset by whatever it is she will curl up on him or place an arm on his side and. stare at him. she means well.
who spends the most while out shopping: yon, accidentally. but levi eggs her on to do it so they’re pretty much as bad as each other.
who kisses more roughly: yon. for sure. theyre never really the best but like i said, levi helps her out a little.
who is more dominate: levi
their song: chase the sun by danny avila. captures that exciting energy they weirdly have together now DJSFIOJKFDGGDFLKG
@punkicks + yon
❛ i don’t like how it smells in here. ❜
theres obvious stress between her eyes, yon’s gaze is a little frantic as she takes in the surrounding visuals, attempting to find some kind of mental steady ground in order to allow some what of a process to kick in. it’s different. too different. yon is not used to it. a small grunt as her stature shifts to something a little smaller, almost like she’s trying to bury herself within her own cardigan. she knew it was a bad idea to attempt something like this, even when levi originally suggested it, she was hesitant. but her comfort boy seemed pretty excited about it, plus yon hasn’t ever been to a gig before. well ... at least not her own. especially not on a saturday night. she was used to spinning her own personal decks on this day, so her schedule was completely rear ended with this change of plans.
her right arm rests upon her left, rubbing the surface gently as she makes eye contact with a stranger to her left. he stunk of smoke. that felt familiar, almost comforting to her. maybe this wasn’t so bad ... no. she was meant to be at her usual spot right now. not this new area. it wasn’t bad, it was horrible
❛ levi, i really do not like how it smells in here. ❜
[ GAZE ] levi & yon
[ GAZE ] : sender watches receiver from across a crowded room.
taking a liking to the compelling aura of nightlife in seoul, the pair had made it regular to lose themselves as a duo within the neon swaying crowds of euphoric individuals much like themselves, seeking that undeniable buzz that showed through sweaty palms, lustful touches from a stranger and strains that drowned out any fucked up thoughts they had. even if it was just for a moment.
the separation happened a little after the two had decided to room together : well, levi getting kicked out of his adobe and deciding with little to no discussion he would be “crashing” on her sofa. which, as hard as the two clawed their way into standing firm with that decision - they’d both end up tangled together in her sheets. yon had grown fond of levi, so much so “comfort boy” became a common love tag she’d bandage him with, a rare feat when it comes to the dames. perfect sounding trope if the ugly was shadowed and locked away and in real life, it isn’t.
they’re almost yelling. yon especially. little frustrations building up. he’s in HER space. he’s a huge part of HER life. she cares. she can’t do that? can she? is this a panic attack? his voice feels distant, almost inaudible. she’s drowning in that muffled intensity, allowing it to wash over her as hands sat on both sides of her head, her nails clawing in at her ebony strands. she’d crossed the line, but so had he. yon was aware, maybe levi wasn’t? maybe that’s why he kept trying. trying to get through to her. deep down, part of her wanted to fix this. but it wasn’t enough to speak over the nagging doubt that she’d been hurt. again. the looming guilt that swallowed her ; she’d allowed this to happen. again.
this would be the last time. the last time she’d let her guard down around anybody. “get out, levi.” her gaze raises, her normal nonchalant tone was intimidating enough, but the way she spat this was almost venomous, “leave. now.”
it’d been a month. maybe more. she’d dressed in black, finding her footing in that enigmatic crowd of people i’d mentioned earlier. she’s angry. yon is furious. the dames’ is allowing herself to feel this, wallow in it- even. the one thing she isn’t allowing herself to process, is the sadness. the emptiness without him. without her comfort boy.
as her body gently sways to the rhythm, colliding with those around her but no bother ; her optics flutter shut as she loses herself to the music. a hand finds her side, a small smirk creeps onto her face, lifting flushed cheeks as she dances with the stranger for a moment. her eyes remain closed, that smirk dances and curves into a smile as her mind wonders ; imagining the one who stood beside her to be levi- once realisation sets in of what she's doing her eyes open, widening as she pushes off the individual who was pretty cool about the whole thing. there was a dismissive apology from yonnie before she spins to the right, preparing to leave. this wasn’t what she wanted. she knows what she wants. she needs to go and get it.
thats why she almost drops to her knees as she makes eye contact with the familiar male from across the floor, he’s sat at a booth, staring directly in her direction, his expression was hard to read. it’s almost like... he knew. she felt weak, embarrassed and uncertain of what to do in this situation. he didn’t move. normally he would make the first move - but she knows in this situation she should. so, reluctantly and teary eyed, yon approaches.
“i’m sorry.”