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i don’t know how to chart / the feelings underneath my skin

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acasuji:

“sorry,” she huffs out, laughing breathlessly. “here.” when she’s certain she’s not about to pass out, suji straightens up, cards her fingers through her hair before slipping the carry strap of the poster tube over her head to hold the entire thing out to seokjin. for so long, she was a firm believer in her ability to resist falling into the trap of seokjin’s weird anime obsession, and yet here she stands with a rolled up painting of a particular bald-headed superhero, seven episodes into one punch man, with an unnatural determination to finish the whole thing by the end of the week. “you remind me of him, so… this is for you. also, can i get the oreo cheesecake one this time?”

there’s a sense of comfort in the way his fingers brush the hair she doesn’t manage to fix away from her face, tuck it behind her ear with an easy intimacy. he’s used to caring for her, he supposes — which is alright with him if the payoff’s her company. “i thought you’d stood me up and i was so hurt,” jin says, lips downturned into a false pout. “even though you’re always hurting me, suji.”

he quirks a brow at the paper she’s stretched out towards him. a palm grasps the middle of it gingerly. he knows how suji is: not a shred of paper free from her pen and her talent; even her napkin sketches looked like masterpieces to him. she says it’s because all he knows are cartoons, but the words feel hollow and untrue. sure, he can’t tell impressionist art from the romantics, but he’s got 20/20 vision and a truthful tongue. she’s talented, he knows.

and as he unfurls the paper to look at what she’s given him, he thinks: she’s his angel, too.

“i—“ it’s childish to be so happy at something so simple, but he can’t help it. he thinks his smile reaches his ears as he wraps his free arm around her, pressing her to his side, looking her straight in the eyes in his sincerity. “suji, this is amazing. i— thank you.”

“you can have a million oreo cheesecakes after this.” letting her shoulders go, he pushes open the door and lets her pass before following, still grinning, the poster by his actual angel lee suji on display for the world to see. “order first, i’ll buy. least i can do.” the look on his face begets no argument — not today, not ever.

june '17

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                                                                                                    < december 2016 >

watch your step. eat some more. how’d you sleep? 

on paper, suji has three older brothers, but for her, it feels like she’s got four; and if she’s being honest, seokjin is probably her favourite. 

(she’d never admit that out loud though.) 

it’s one of those nights when everyone has decided to gather in the one spot for a standard group movie session. she’s been unusually quiet since the moment she’d toed her shoes off at the door, but in the rush to just pick something already! and choose something, no one seems to have noticed the way she’s taken refuge on one end of the couch, knees pulled up close to her chest, and jjanggu curled up around her sock-covered feet. there are half-eaten chip packets and open soda cans all over the floor of seokjin’s apartment, and there’s a loud ruckus over by the tv as two of his friends argue over whether tonight is the night for a marvel or dc marathon. 

suji’s drowned everything out, scratching the back of jjanggu’s ear in so much of a daze that she doesn’t even really notice seokjin sitting down next to her until he leans over and nudges her arm. he doesn’t say anything, doesn’t need to say anything, but he raises a questioning eyebrow. she shrugs, and rests her chin on her knee. 

“hungry?” he asks; she shakes her head. “sleepy?” she shakes her head. “did you run out of moss green paint again?” she shakes her head. “then what has occupied the mind of the the great lee suji?”

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I want the k meme // currently accepting

#14: kiss along the hips

“god you’re so full of shit.”

there’s the thump of his head meeting the wall as he tosses his head back to laugh. he doesn’t believe her and she doesn’t blame him really, but she’d be liar if she didn’t say her pride was somewhat hurt.

“i’m serious, it’s like a bizarre talent of mine. i give really impressive hickies.”

“prove it.”

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H E L L O  W I S C O N S I N!

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Send me 'I want the K' and I'll generate a number

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chivalrousxhybrid:

1: Hot, Steamy kiss

2: Cheek Kiss

3: Nose Kiss

4: Forehead Kiss

5: Firm Kiss

6: Gentle Peck

7: Romantic Kiss

8: Eyelid Kiss

9: Jawline Kiss

10: Neck Kiss

11: Collarbone Kiss

12: Chest Kiss

13: Stomach Kiss

14: Kiss Along the Hips

15: Kiss in the Rain

16: Upside-Down Kiss

17: Goofy Kiss

18: Underwater Kiss

19: Forceful Kiss

20: Any of the Above

21: Then there’s tongue

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[antigonick]

He lay very straight in the fantastic temperatures of the red pulse as it sank away and he thought about the difference between outside and inside. Inside is mine, he thought.

Anne Carson, Autobiography of Red (via antigonick)

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WHITE NIGHT @acaeunbi, May ‘17

Moonlight makes loneliness look like divinity. In the day, the trees look slanted, slouched in the wake of the sun. At night, they look like young gods emboldened in the dark, light shifting like water on their rutted skin. There's beauty to it. Terror, too. It's no surprise to him that fears are birthed at dusk; come night-time, he thinks that everything starts to look alive.

But introspection feels foreign on his features, and this isn't the moment to succumb to childhood fright. Not when there's a princess in a tower calling his name, waiting for him to take her home.

(He's exaggerating, just a little. But Eunbi's royalty all the same.)

He texts her that he's outside; shifts weight back and forth while in stasis waiting for her to arrive. A mouth cracks into a smile when he sees her familiar, small form, standing pin-straight just to bend forward in a flourished bow. English rolls off of his tongue with native ease; his Korean isn't rudimentary by any means, but it still feels oddly ill-suited between his teeth. "M'lady, your chariot awaits," he grins, gesturing to the nothingness beside. "And he brought snacks."

A 호떡 is eased into Eunbi's fingers - the one from the stand she likes best, the one right by his place. "So your place, yeah? Not that I'm giving you a choice. You better not be going out after this. How long did you spend in the library this time?" With care, his steps meet her own, beginning the well-worn path to her apartment. "Did you even eat?"

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hi! super sorry for the ghosting these few days - rl caught up with me super quick, but i think i’ll have a normal schedule soon so i’d like to open up plotting again! please like this post if you’d be down for some intense plotting and/or a starter from me!! capping at like idk..... 7?

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BREAK LEFT @acajhope, may ‘17

it goes like this:

afternoon inks into dusk before realization hits. time loses meaning in the face of this feeling of contentment, of camaraderie — or maybe it runs away from the beer cans strewn across the table, the one that's still cold in his hand. he doesn't mind the weightlessness that accompanies this limbo state; the state of being forgotten by the rest of the world. in any case, it's not like he's stranded alone.

hoseok's here by his side, and that's good enough for him.

memory fails him. it falters in the recollection of how they came to being. but there's no regret to it all; in the fever upset of his new life, he's been so fortunate to gain a friend that's as familiar to him as breathing. loss he'd expected, hollowed-out holes in his chest that he had made himself, but them being filled — even if only to a half-way less empty — was something he hadn't prepared for.

he's thankful. in a way, it shows.

"dude, you're really fuckin' crazy if you think the warriors aren't winning the nba this year," the words come heavily, tongue dragging through crudeness due to the alcohol (five beers in and it tends to do that), but the grin's brighter than ever. jin lets his gaze rest on the other boy, all teeth and boyish taunting. "do you even see what's happening on the tv right now? spurs are gettin' murdered, man. my guys are gonna win."

a shot in the dark, but he’s drunk. all reservation’s long gone.

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아빙아빙! @acasuji, may ‘17

summer feels heavy between his fingers. it rests on his shoulders like a burden to bear, leaves sticky sun kisses on warm cheeks, exposed neck. he's used to it — this sweltering heat — but there's no love lost between him and the dog days. it's why he's here, back pressed against a wall to take in the shade of the awning above, counting down the seconds until she's meant to arrive for their planned 빙수 date.

( kkt → 수지동생 ) lee suji where are you ( kkt → 수지동생 ) 오빠 is dying in this heat!! ( kkt → 수지동생 ) have mercy ( kkt → 수지동생 ) emoji

lighthearted tone, serious words. dramatics are out of the ordinary, but the weather calls for the urgency — he’s never handled the warmth all that well.

it’s not like suji to be so late. in the back of his mind, worry eats at a good nature; worry over a little, pretty girl with a heart-stopping smile, the smile that made you look twice.

and then he hears purposeful, pointed footsteps coming his way and suji’s high, fervent tone call his name and his distress evaporates into the sun. “ya, lee suji.” ire is poorly feigned, given away by the way the corners of his mouth tug upwards — it’s as natural as breathing, to feel at ease in this girl’s presence. “about time you got here. i’ve been standing here for so long the workers inside keep looking at me funny. come on, squirt, i’m dying.”

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BLACKOUT @acalisa​, may ‘17

the fixation is in the routine.

normalcy suits him well. fits him like a glove, like second skin. fridays are such: wake up, feed jjanggu, go to class, serve something unpronounceable on a plate, come home on bent knee. tired, but content. a pale imitation of the aftermath of youth that he finds gratifying despite the aching in his bones, the hunger that sallows his cheeks. he'd been attuned to wanting for nothing, but to live like this ━ to live simple, to live slow ━ is fine too.

but today feels incomplete. as if he's woken up and left a part of himself behind in a dream. he retraces his steps as he walks up the staircase of his complex, turning his day over in his mind. wake up; give jjanggu his breakfast; decipher formulae; meet his professor; memorize the specials; take the leftovers home and warm them up before he eats. something is hollow here, a phantom feeling in his chest, but an idea as to its identity proves elusive.

keys chime against one another. hands fumble for the right silver. he’s almost at the door before he notices her, and the slumber in his eyes blinks away with understanding.

this is what was missing. this girl, perched at the doorstep, her two brown eyes swallowing him whole.

“what is it this time, lisa?”

shoes shuffle to meet her own; his door’s unlocked in a heartbeat, and jjanggu’s paws are scratching at his ankle, eager to be absent of the loss of him. “at least the restaurant gave me a lot of leftovers today. confit du canard, or something like that.” there’s a silence there, light in the comfort between them, the well-worn affinity. “you gonna tell me what’s up or are you really just here to take my food and run?”

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hi y’alls i’m sylv and under the cut is a tl;dr on my bab jin! unfortunately i don’t have a plots page for people to peek at (a wip lol), but if you’d like to plot please like this post and i’ll slide into ya dms 😎 . i can also be found on twitter (@soshldae) if anyone would like to plot or chat there. thx 4 nice

kim seokjin/jin/daniel/dan, 23

studying mechanical engineering bc robots

seoul-born, cali-bred (an american boi)

parents are ~intelligencia~, his mom’s an author and assoc. prof at stanford for psychopathology and his dad is a biochem professor at uc berkeley

transferred to bidulgi from uc berkeley about 2 sems ago

essentially ran away to korea on the premise of a semester abroad because he got scared about the pressure his parents were putting on him about his future, he wasn’t ready to commit to what they wanted from him (he just wants to build robots!!!)

lives off-campus ridiculously close to school (as in he can jack school wifi) with the stray dog he took in named jjanggu

works two jobs to make ends meet - convenience store clerk and waiter at a fancy restaurant

he also ta’s some intro math class because we love an intellectual! cutest ta ever and cries tears of joy when you get the questions right, love him!

huge anime and manga nerd, avid gamer (hit him up on LoL or overwatch), extreme couponer

chill af dude, super caring and loyal and there for his friends, gentle giant

if you watch one punch man: he’s literally saitama

that’s all folks!

[antigonick]

And I said, ‘I feel so lonely’, and he said 'Lie down and tell me about it.’

Anne Carson, The Anthropology of Water (via antigonick)

[asianmovie]

Cure (1997)