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[mamamoans]

181211 - smol, cute and clingy wheein

[advjaehwan-blog]

& scar tissue.

[advkyungsoo]

advjaehwan:

[ ... ]

What is it that helps about pulling his fingers into his hair he’ll never know, but Jaehwan does so as he closes his eyes and scrambles for mental footing – thankfully, it’s gotten more intuitive. The only reason he manages to reel himself in from completely panicking is that what he sees through his partner’s eyes is familiar – which means this is someone he knows well enough to have seen their room before, and that takes the edge off of the problem. He blinks a few times, not seeing from his own perspective; his thoughts are moving sluggishly, but at least he can think.

“…Kyungsoo?” he realizes, trying to level out his breathing. “It’s – I’m sorry, my power’s gotten hard to control again, I guess.” Jaehwan lets out a long sigh. He rather liked the fact that this had stopped happening. “It’s Jaehwan – just so you know, I mean.”

Kyungsoo though that his nightmares were already very well kept in some shut down corner of his mind; somewhere that nothing would be able to reach and let them free again, after all he has much more important to do with his life than to be haunted by old ghosts. However, Halloween was there to prove his wrong, not only forcing those old nightmares free and not only that, but actually adding some new material to not make Kyungsoo want to close his eyes at night. It’s been a while since the haunted house event but guilt still eats him up, remorse, shame, disappointment at himself because the dragon shifter can’t ever stop thinking about the flashes of those illusions, his fight with Baekhyun, or with the parasite that was inside Baekhyun — whatever —, about how he not only almost killed his roommate but also left him to die, alone. Kyungsoo ran away and abandoned Baekhyun in the middle of that mess.

( He might as well have killed him, his mind supplies bitterly )

It’s hard, too hard to cope and face Baekhyun, especially when the last time he saw him was in a hospital bed unconscious, healing from wounds and some of them were from Kyungsoo himself because he almost lost control, he almost— It’s a little ridiculous, two people who live together avoiding each other like that ( and actually succeeding at that, of course there are traces of Baekhyun all around the apartment, the birthday present he left for Kyungsoo being more than enough to prove that he has been around, just not at the same that the older male which is fine, it’s good. Kyungsoo wouldn’t be able to face him anyway ). It’s also good because it means Kyungsoo has the excuse to meet his other acquaintances and check on them because it’s impossible for someone to be completely fine after that stupid haunted house. 

He’s taking care of the few plants that he has on his room when he feels it. It started as a fruitless attempt in keeping his bad thoughts away but it was actually only making it harder not to think about them, so Kyungsoo let himself think about them, a small moment of weakness, the flashes of Baekhyun dying are still there, his mom scared in a corner of his room like she has just seen a monster, the— stop, stop, stop, stop, stop. He takes a hand to his head and hopes, prays that Jaehwan hasn’t seen any of this. That he won’t ask. 

Kyungsoo knows that Jaehwan isn’t a prying person, would never intrude something as personal as someone’s mind without their consent if he could help it. He’s as much of a private person as Kyungsoo is, sometimes his power can be as untamed as Kyungsoo’s own. That’s why he wills himself to not scream for him to get out of his head, wills himself to calm down. It’s weird, trying to control his own thoughts, be so at guard because he can’t let anything slip and this time a simple poker face won’t be enough of a cover. “Hello, Jaehwan.” He greets back, awkwardly staring at his violets. “It’s alright. Want me to come over?” It’s Kyungsoo’s own way of asking if something happened, it wouldn’t be a surprise if Jaehwan’s power were triggered by any type of stress. 

[advbaekhyun-deactivated20190310]

➟  king protea

[advkyungsoo]

advbaekhyun:

[ ... ]

Nonetheless, he is being given a mission (it’s that serious in his mind) that may as well make him feel useful and while boiling water may not be an impressive feat, he can do that. Baekhyun scurries from his spot like someone has just spiked him into action, grabbing the pot that he is given and placing it under the faucet. Once he thinks the measure is perfect, he lifts the pot, stares a bit more to be sure the water is only until half before he takes it to the stove. He’s turned those on before so he doesn’t need to embarrass himself by asking. The fire is only medium, not high, just like Kyungsoo instructed and he didn’t blow up the kitchen in the process so it’s success all around. He is the master of boiling water, what a magnificent career ahead of him. 

“Done. What else? Do you need me to chop stuff?”

“Good.” Kyungsoo hums with Baekhyun’s reply about not being picky about food. At least something good about his roommate at least and Kyungsoo doesn’t have to worry too much about what he’s cooking then since he doesn’t have to fit his own choices of meal to Baekhyun’s. Not that the dragon shifter would care in the first place because the new guy would be gone not long from now; he just won’t have time to even start getting used to someone else sharing the dorm with him so why even bother in the first place. He almost wants to voice those thoughts, say that this is just an one time thing considering how Baekhyun won’t stay long enough for it to be repeated, that Kyungsoo’s cook isn’t just for anyone and if he wanted to survive, he’d have to learn those skills ( very far away from his kitchen ) or live off take outs because the dragon shifter isn’t cooking for him forever, but then it sounds too petty and childish so he lets Baekhyun learn that on his own. 

( That memory almost makes Kyungsoo from the future laugh considering how he does cook every meal for Baekhyun in the end. ) 

Though he has to admit that it’s a little cute, how Baekhyun is so concentrated and focused on his task even though it’s something as simple as boiling water. He looks up from cutting the kimchi and watches for a moment ( and deep inside of him, without his permission whatsoever, Baekhyun takes a tiny part of his soft heart ), a small smile threatening to appear on his lips but then Kyungsoo controls himself enough that he seems indifferent when his new roommate turns to him, announcing he’s done with the water and Kyungsoo checks it just in case and indeed no risk of burning his kitchen down. “That’s good.” It’s a small compliment and he has to hold his hand back to not pet Baekhyun’s head like he’s a good puppy. Good enough that the next questions makes Kyungsoo stop because he isn’t sure he can trust Baekhyun with a knife. 

( But Kyungsoo really hates chopping onions; it always makes him cry and his eyes hurt until the next century and he has a tough image to keep with his new and brief roommate. ) 

“Have you ever chopped anything before?” He asks instead, a suspicious eyebrow raised, and hesitates for a moment or two because he doesn’t really care that much about Baekhyun but he also doesn’t want him to chop his fingers off or anything like that. “If I showed it once, would you be able to do it?” He also asks because onions are terrible, alright, and might be one of Kyungsoo’s weaknesses. 

[advkyungsoo]

» puppy training.

[advkyungsoo]

advhoseok:

[ ... ]

“Oh, um!” He flounders a bit, trying to find his tongue and reacquaint it with the grand concept of words. “A-Ah, right! He loves plants a lot ─ he has a lot of potted ones, but I, uh… ” A downward glance as his hand comes up to rub the back of his neck; “I didn’t think to check what kinds they were, aha… since he loves them a lot, I thought I might try to find one that seems like him? He’s really energetic and personable ─ and he’s really funny, too! He loves the environment and is conscious about things like that, too.” Pause ─ has he been talking too much? He’s oddly aware of that right now, and he can’t help but seem close to squeaking when he tentatively adds, “Is ─ Is there anything that sort of fits someone like that?”

A part of Kyungsoo is kicking him for being so mean with this poor kid who seems to be one of the few that are indeed kindhearted and he does seem worried about Kyungsoo and the possible reasons for why the florist seems so done with the world, asking himself to play nice at least with this one kid. The dragon shifter lets out an internal sigh; but instead of trying to find a smart retort for that part of himself he decides to pay attention to what the taller boy is saying, letting him finish before his gaze wanders around the store again and he thinks about what kind of flowers would fit that kind of person even though he figures from what the costumer has said about them liking flowers and even having some potted ones at home ( if Kyungsoo had to guess, he’d say they’re possibly violets ) and the way that the costumer himself seems to be very endearing and only with good intentions, he could give his friend a cursed bud of anything and said friend would be fine with it.

( Of course Kyungsoo would never suggest a cursed bud, he’s not that mean.  )

“Chrysanthemums.” The dragon shifter finally proposes, taking a few steps to show the boy which flower he’s talking about and then takes one of them and offers to the costumer to see what he thinks about it. “One of its meanings is cheerfulness and says to the receiver that they’re a wonderful friend. But if you don’t like it, people usually find crocus prettier.” And Kyungsoo gestures to the flower he’s talking about. “And it means the same thing.” He takes another step back to show more flowers that Kyungsoo has thought about. “And you said he’s a personable person, right? Well, dahlias means elegance and good taste.”

Kyungsoo takes a small breath, possibly has spoken more in that moment than the whole day. “Well, yellow tulips are always an option too.” Is his last suggestion. “Pretty and can mean ‘there’s sunshine in your smile’, yellow is used a lot as the friendship color, very cute.” He cups carefully said flower, so softly like it’d dismantle otherwise, eyes softening while he stares at it for a moment before he looks up again. “That’s everything I can think about for now.” 

[advhongbin-blog]

☘ routine ☘

[advkyungsoo]

advhongbin:

[ ... ]

This chess acquaintance of his seemed pretty reasonable, though ─ anyone who can at least keep up with him in chess has got to be, to some extent. Chess requires patience and the ability to strategize, to think of your own position in relation to others rather than going with what they’re baiting you to do. Sure, the guy doesn’t entirely have that part down, seeing how many wins Hongbin’s gotten just from a little bit of reverse psychology when it comes to making moves, but hey ─ he’s skilled enough that Hongbin will admit that he’s got some sense about him.   

“Are they worth it?” He moves a pawn of his forward, almost in a manner that seems thoughtless. If baiting the other to take it worked once, why not try it again? “S’not gonna be some kid’s thing?”

Kyungsoo likes Harry Potter to some extend, he admits that there are flaws and that much of fiction was never really his cup of tea. He’s too much realistic, has always been, since he was a kid to really wait for his letter from Hogwarts and stuff like that, although his brother, on the other side, loved the story of the wizard and almost convinced their mom to let him have an owl just like the one in the book. He has to admit, though, that the character development of some characters are very well done and they come  long way and not without scars just like some authors like to do because apparently protagonism wins over everything.  The books are good, yes, while the movies not so much. A thing that he hates is how sometimes the film industry likes to make certain stories lighter and cut out darker yet very much important themes and aspects of them simply because they want to make it somewhat more friendly for children. It’s like you’re killing the entire character development, missing some important points and lessons that could be learned from it. It’s ridiculous. 

( Also, Kyungsoo is that annoying guy who is very picky and hates when they put things that weren’t on the book, change the plotline and basically when directors decide to not follow what they should and if they have the fucking time and money and resources to create scenes that aren’t on the books, they hell can spend money and resource and time in something that was actually in the books ). 

“The books, I suppose so.” He answers, taking his time overthinking about his next move. “The movies are definitely a kid’s thing comparing to the literature. But since you haven’t read them, then the movies are fine.” 

There’s a long pause; and it’s not because Kyungsoo is thinking whether he should take Hongbin’s pawn or not. 

“We could watch it together sometime.” The dragon shifter clears his throat awkwardly, making sure he’s staring at the chessboard before he feels a little less awkward and the corner of his lips tugs up in a small smirk. “Someone has to educate you about important bits of pop culture anyway. At least it’s somewhat decent. Better than 50 shades of something.” That one is something that Kyungsoo is still trying to erase from his head, he hasn’t even made through the first book because it was horrendous and made him extremely uncomfortable with the whole situation ( and he’s a control freak ), the shorter male can’t understand how women would find that appealing. 

Kyungsoo does have the feeling that this might be a trap again, but then Hongbin is just too smart to try the same thing twice, right? The dragon shifter sighs heavily, deciding to take the pawn with his knight because he might as well. 

[advkyungsoo]

» healing therapy.

@advyongsun

At first it’s hard to distinguish what’s memory and what’s illusion, what actually happened and what was put o his head to break him by that ringleader. Guilt is something that Kyungsoo is used to but it doesn’t mean that is less crushing, that the weight on his shoulders is somehow easier, doesn’t make seeing Baekhyun after what happened — after Kyungsoo left him to die, after Kyungsoo’s most primitive side wanting to gut Baekhyun — easy. He saw him at the hospital, in a white bed and the image broke what was left of Kyungsoo’s heart because the older mutant looked too pale and too thin, huge dark circles under his eyes besides some injuries that possibly thank to his power were already healing. 

It’s hard to see that, especially when Kyungsoo is very conscious that he was to blame for some of those injuries, besides of course the different between this pale and sick looking Baekhyun to the sunshine he’s used to share a dormroom with, the one who is always smiling and never shutting up even though Kyungsoo is anything but rude to him does anything but shuts him down, is anything but the most terrible person for him but Baekhyun was still there with his smiles and talks and always accepting all of Kyungsoo threw his way, small crumbs of affection and attention, like Kyungsoo was giving the older mutant the moon and all the stars instead. The dragon shifter was a terrible person with Baekhyun since the beginning and he regrets every second of it, every snap, every mean retort, every glare, every time he was less than kind to the other.

( He’s still weak and reaches for Baekhyun’s hand while he’s sleeping, squeezes for a moment before he’s letting go and leaving because Kyungsoo is also a coward. ) 

He thought it’d be harder to avoid someone that he lives with but then Baekhyun also seems to not want to see Kyungsoo ( and he refuses to think too much about it for more than one reason ) so they actually barely see each other even when the dragon shifter isn’t hiding away from him like he’s right. Yongsun and him have some sort of routine for the lack of a better name. It was a relief at first to find someone that cared about the cleanness of a place as much as Kyungsoo does and it took them no time to bond over cleaning products and making sure Daybreak was without any germs around. It’s familiar and a stress reliever so that’s why she’s one of the people that he goes while trying to cope with all that happened in that stupid haunted house. 

“You said you didn’t have more carpet cleaner so I brought some.” He says in his own version of a greeting. “Hope it’s alright?”

[yixingadv-blog]

– of pots & games。

[advkyungsoo]

yixingadv:

[ ... ]

A glance is cast behind them, at the group of people that seemed to have lessened a bit from the time that they entered the shop. It still didn’t feel right to act out just yet, not while they were around and not unless the mess made was moved somewhere quieter; Yixing could feel himself shrink at the mere thought of having to ask that of the other. “Uhh… there’s one more thing,” this time, his voice is lowered to a quiet enough murmur so that only the two of them could hear, “I can’t do it out here, not with—“ a pause is made as he sends a nod in the direction of the customers. “Is it okay if we take it all in the back?” hopefully the answer would be a positive one, because if not, then he’s positive that this would be the end of him.

Correction: usually Kyungsoo wouldn’t accept any kind of excuse for the crime that the stranger committed, but then it’s the name of the game that catches his attention and Kyungsoo looks up from where he’s carefully also gathering his poor dead babies along with some earth. He blinks once, twice and widening just the slightly bit his eyes in the process. There’s a memory somewhere about Kyungsoo’s brother calling him an owl every time he widened his eyes because they were naturally huge, obviously even bigger when the dragon shifter made them be and his mother always smiled, adding that Kyungsoo was indeed a cute owl and that would be one of these moments that his brother would probably call him an owl again in a teasing manner but that isn’t relevant so of course that the younger mutant just pushes it down again. He recognizes the name of the game because he also has it on his phone due to his own weakness for kittens and it was a way to satisfy his craving, even if a bit, for having one.

Kyungsoo sort of understands the distraction now.

 “Oh.” He says and decides that he’ll comment more about the app when they’re alone again because he doesn’t need to admit that he has a cute app game of kittens that you only watch them “play” in your yard, checking it up once in a while in a place that he actually has his icy reputation to keep. If there’s one thing that Kyungsoo understands is the need of discretion and that’s why he doesn’t argue when the other asks that they go somewhere else. “Of course.” He says easily enough and takes one of the plastics used to wrap the bouquets and gives one to the stranger. “To make moving all this easier.” Kyungsoo clarifies just in the case before transferring a part of the mess on the floor that they managed to gather and in no time, they’re moving again and Kyungsoo sends another glare to the costumers like making sure no one would dare to stare at them before guiding the other to the back room where they kept more flowers, usually too young to be sold just yet or the ones who haven’t bloomed yet and also where arranged the deliveries and bouquets that were ordered in the store. 

He puts the remains of what was supposed to be pots filled with earth and the sprouts that barely had the opportunity to see the outside world. “If,” Kyungsoo starts because he’s terrible at this talking thing. “Marshmallow was on the maple pillow, I might be a little more willingly to forgive you.” 

[advbaekhyun-deactivated20190310]

➟ white witch

[advkyungsoo]

advbaekhyun:

Is the stranger familiar? Or is it that he is only familiar because he is not a stranger at all? It’s a shot in the dark, a permanent sensation that nothing can go well from then on, a gut instinct telling him he won’t be bothering with those details in a few seconds. Details. That’s all they are.

There is no need for him to walk any further and the other does him the favor of meeting him halfway. Easy prey, that’s all it is. 

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Kyungsoo can finally hear the alarms going on his head when he's pulled into the half hug, blinking and a tear ends up falling down even if it's just a tiny one and not necessarily because of relief, more or surprise than anything else. Baekhyun has always been a little too touchy feely of course, has never really known boundaries of Kyungsoo’s personal space and was pretty much obnoxious about the whole but he has never— It was never like this, Baekhyun was never this cold to the touch, there was something missing in those blue eyes and Kyungsoo can feel the conscience of the dragon inside of him growling, sharpening its claws like it knows that conflict is coming soon but even like that he can’t help the shiver that runs down his spine and makes the hair of the back of his neck stand on end and he’s sure that his heart would be hammering on his chest for another reason that isn’t the adrenaline running on his veins now. 

“Baekhyun.” He tries again, his tone this time a little more warning while his holds the older mutant’s shoulder even though Kyungsoo still can’t bring himself to hurt him, the image him ripped apart by Kyungsoo’s own claws burns on the dragon shifter’s mind and Kyungsoo hesitates. “Please.” For the first time in years, Kyungsoo whimpers because he doesn’t want to hurt Baekhyun, doesn’t want to be the one that put his corpse on the pile that is already accumulating in that place. 

But then there’s so much pushing that Kyungsoo can take and it’s the last straw when he feels teeth sinking on the skin of his shoulder, fingers with all the intent of drawing blood ( if Baekyun— no, whatever this is that has Baekhyun’s face —’s are anything to go by ), but then the skin hardens and Kyungsoo’s hissing of pain from the shift turns into a growl and finally he pushes the older mutant away and takes a more defensive posture. The dragon shifter’s eyes are finally sharp, the vulnerability from moments ago hidden under thick hardened walls—

( “—Soo,” Baekhyun chokes, hands coming to his sliced neck like that would stop him from drowning on his own blood.  “I don’t—” want to die. )

There’s a crack, one that he thought was small but because it’s Baekhyun from all the people suddenly it feels more a huge gap and his position falters for a moment too long, his dragon is hissing, clawing at his self control like it’s saying that Kyungsoo better get a grip of himself or it’s taking control. The mutant pushes it all down because he can’t, he won’t allow what almost happened to his mother to happen to Baekhyun. Not this time. “Baekhyun.” He tries again either way, because he’s an idiot apparently. “I don’t want to fight you with, please. Don’t make me fight you.” 

[mongdo]

[advhongbin-blog]

☘ routine ☘

[advkyungsoo]

advhongbin:​

[ … ]

Fingers swiftly and easily take a third pawn with his bishop, the swapping motion of the pieces almost a practiced skill in itself. Hongbin’s munching thoughtlessly on the snack he has when he sets the discarded piece aside, the other male’s statement (notably not the last one, but one from a few moments ago) that Hongbin responds to only after taking the time to swallow. “Haven’t read ‘em. Any of ‘em.”

Chess has always been something relaxing for Kyungsoo. It reminds him of warm afternoon and laughter wiith the two people he loves the most in the world even when he was locked away so it shouldn’t come as a surprise that Kyungsoo still remembers every single rule and if the opportunity arises he’s playing. However it’s surprising that the dragon shifter found the closest thing to a stable partner that he’ll ever get. They aren’t exactly friends, not really, but then they aren’t strangers either considering how they even exchanged number ( that proved to be for nothing because they never contact each other outside of their little match time ) and yet they never exchanged names in the middle of this.

The mutant hasn’t really realized when a simple one time thing actually become a routine. It’s funny and would be a great movie how there are no promises of a next meeting, the one thing Kyungsoo doesn’t have a plan for, isn’t written anywhere in his schedule but it happens as often as it can be anyway, them meeting on the same place and time for a match of chess.

He’s frowning in concentration while he watches the taller male steals yet another of his pieces. He has a lot of experience, has been playing almost of his life but he’s still the one that is losing, the one who always loses no matter how hard he tries to corner the other and all the strategies on his head just don’t work in the end, it’s like some sort of sorcery. Maybe that’s the other’s power in the end. That’s why it takes him a few seconds to actually process what the stranger just said and he stares at the taller with judging eyes for a long pause before raising an also very judging eyebrow, forgetting the match for a moment. Not that Kyungsoo is the king of pop culture but even he, who has lived a good part of his life in a basement, has read Harry Potter's book ( didn't watch the movies though ) and he admits they're good, not his favorites, but good nonetheless.

"So Harry Potter isn't hipster enough for you?" Kyungsoo finally says something, followed by a soft snort before resuming the game, deciding to move his knight since his wall of pawns is destroyed anyway, another strategy already trying to take form on his mind. "They aren't bad although I don't understand the hype about it."

[advkyungsoo]

» puppy training.

[advkyungsoo]

advhoseok:

[ … ]

His eyes are caught on a pot of violets, wondering if settling for something he at least vaguely knows would seem less meaningful, when he registers the voice and the question asked. 

“Ah, I’m just trying to find something that’d suit my friend!” he chimes before turning to look over the selection once more. “There’s so much here though, waah… really, I don’t think I’ve seen so many in one shop before! You guys really have a lot!”

Kyungsoo also hates the type that always try to make some small talk, as if even though they’re costumer and employee there is this etiquette rule about not going straight to the point of what they want, like this obsession that people has about being nice. He knows that there is a compliment in the costumer’s words but Kyungsoo couldn’t really bring himself to care enough so he simply ignores the second part of what the guy is saying and simply takes a look around the flowershop for a moment even though he doesn’t really need to. he knows that place as the palm of his hand.

“You could go with a classic of yellow roses that means friendship.” He suggests right away which might have come off as rude but the dragon shifter doesn’t really care. Kyungsoo isn’t one to go with something so vague even if it is indeed a classic considering how people are so unique and if it was something for one of his few friends he’d like something much more specific for them and meaningful to their relationship, however he suggests the classic anyway just because that’s what people are looking for sometimes and as fast they leave as fast Kyungsoo can go back to his babies, but then there is something about this boy that makes Kyungsoo be a little softer.

( Damn those boys with puppy eyes )

“Or you could tell me more about your friend and we could think something more like them.” He says after a small pause and a long suffering sigh just for show and probably made the poor costumer even more uncomfortable. He can already imagine the manager of the flowershop scolding him about his skills with people but then it’s already a miracle the poor boy away even though the kid does seem a little uncomfortable.

[advkyungsoo]

» dandelion.

[advkyungsoo]

advzhixiang:

[ ... ]

Still, he keeps in mind that they are out in the open and if they are to get anywhere near discussing personal matters, it should be done in a place that is safe from the eyes and ears of others. “If you’d like, we can retreat somewhere more quiet to discuss all of this,” he offers before taking a healthy sip of his coffee. “My roommate is currently away, so my dorm room is always an option we could turn to.”

Usually, if it were anyone else, Kyungsoo would’ve snorted at the question and probably had a snarky retort to that but then it’s Zhixiang and he knows a Kyungsoo that the dragon mutant has been pushing down for so long or maybe because the older is digging out a past that Kyungsoo doesn’t like to think about but it’s still something that he holds dearly, from a time that he’d give up almost everything to have back and maybe that’s why Kyungsoo opens up so easily, maybe that’s why that he lets his icy walls down for a moment since they have no meaning on the older male has already been inside anyway. “Yeah.” He says even though he feels small, like he’s ten years old again ( sans the stupid crush ) and having something alike to not even an older brother, but a friend that he doesn’t have to pretend to be tough with. 

The dragon mutant wants to say more, tell him about all the things that has changed and how sometimes the last thing that he feels is alright and how it’s hard to try to not care about people that you certainly do ( and maybe talk about how annoying his roommate is and that he has been this close to roasting them alive just too many times to be a healthy relationship ), but Kyungsoo has always been someone who likes privacy and it isn’t what the common area offers him now so he stays quiet instead, looking around for a moment. It’s still quiet and no one is to be seen, but then anyone could just show up at any moment and Kyungsoo would rather not have eavesdroppers around when he’s spilling out things that he has probably not even told his younger brother much less his mom ( and obviously keeps them to himself for a reason ).

Like Zhixiang reads his mind, he proposes a more private talk, something more fitting for the personal topics that they want to talk about, and Kyungsoo perks up with it. “That would be wonderful, yes.” He agrees without even blinking his eyes and then the slight blush is back to his cheeks because he hopes that he didn’t sound too eager. Kyungsoo clears his throat and closes his book. “Shall we go?” 

[yixingadv-blog]

– of pots & games。

[advkyungsoo]

yixingadv:

[ ... ]

“I can fix it—“ he starts off, first waiting to see what reaction he gets out of the younger before furthering his explanation. Not that it helps, because the expectant look of the other tells Yixing that he ought to get on with it already and stop with biting his time. Not that he was, really. “I need you to help me gather up all of this,” is said a couple of moments later and the look he’s met with makes him feel like the barrel of a gun is being pointed at him. Or as if he was facing a dragon that was about to burn him alive with its fire – this image is far more accurate to reality, but he doesn’t really know that just yet. Quickly gathering himself and his words, Yixing rushes to speak once more, “Or, I can do it by myself! It’s fine either way, I’ll be able to… well, to fix them.”

It’s with a little satisfaction that the florist notices how the stranger ( maybe not so stranger? ) seems to be affected by his glare that doesn’t really wane down one bit when he says that he can actually fix this, only raising an eyebrow when the taller male says that he can fix this. You’d better, Kyungsoo thinks or two people will be arrested on the flower shop for murder and he’s sure that his boss wouldn’t be happy if one of his employees ended up in jail; most importantly it’s bad for the flowers, receiving all these bad vibes and watching such strong scene of the closest thing they have of a parents being dragged away by the cops ( Kyungsoo is very emotional about his plants ). Let’s all hope that it just doesn’t come to that in the end.

Kyungsoo knows that he might have some fault in this too because two people don’t bump into each other if at least one of them is actually paying attention to where they’re going ( and okay maybe he was carrying a little more than what he could handle ), but then he has the excuse that he was too busy making sure that the violets were alright in their now ruined pots and he knows the flower shop like the palm of his hand anyway so his plan ( that would’ve worked if not for the human unexpected obstacle ) was perfect, especially when he also considered the fact that it was the slowest hour of the shop. He lets out a deep sigh in the end and decides that maybe he should give the guy a little break because he does seem apologetic ( more scared, Kyungsoo admits, probably because of how close the florist was of roasting him alive a few moments ago ).

In the end, he does help the stranger to gather as much as he can the earth and the poor violets that are all over the floor. He feels the weight of the few costumers of the flower shop on them and Kyungsoo looks up, his deadly glare enough to make everyone cough and go back to their own business. “What were you even doing anyway?” It’s a rhetoric question of course, because really Kyungsoo couldn’t care less. He even says it in a soft murmur because it’s more of a nagging to himself than anything else. “The least you could’ve been doing is paying attention to where you are going.”

[advkyungsoo]

» of popcorn and shopping bags.

@advxmark

Going to the movies isn’t a luxury that Kyungsoo allows himself to have often, mostly because there is never really one that he’s interested in and then he has too much training to do to really even bother, but then Mark has been talking about this Civil War movie and how excited he was that finally Spiderman would be showing up since apparently he was a part of the Avengers but never got on the movie due to Disney not having the copyrights to put him there or something like that. Kyungsoo will die before admitting that he’s too weak for the sparkle in Mark’s eyes when he talks about his favorite hero and the heavens know how much the younger male deserves as much happiness as he can get on his life — or maybe it’s just Kyungsoo spoiling him. Possibly. But also Kyungsoo only spoils the worthy and if Mark is included on that list then well.

The proposal that they go watch it together slips naturally from Kyungsoo’s lips, without having time to think over that decision because the only knowledge of comics that he has is what Mark tells him. He has never had the will to read them even if the younger male was always offering so they could read together or something of the alike. Mark seems a little surprised but then he’s grinning, beaming at Kyungsoo and the older male has the urge to get his sunglasses because suddenly the room is just too bright. He smiles proudly at himself instead and ruffles Mark’s hair that still seems surprise at his proposal but then doesn’t reject Kyungsoo’s invitation.

Even if Kyungsoo doesn’t really know about this Avengers’ thing-y, he does his research because one he hates to feel so clueless about things especially because he knows Mark will probably ramble about the movie and his favorite character and even if it’s cute ( a tiny bit ) how the younger , but he admits it’s a little hard because there are some routes and alternative universes, so many versions of the same characters that it gives him a headache and he wonders how can someone even keep up with so many things, maybe he’s too old for all of this, but then he guesses that in the end it doesn’t really matter if he knows everything since he can just catch most of the history by the movie itself. Or that’s what he hopes.

“There is a combo.” Kyungsoo points out when they’re already in the line to buy popcorn and soda; the combo he’s talking about is one that comes with those huge cups of each character in the movie and of course he only says something is because of course there is a Spiderman cup in there and he just knows Mark enough to be sure he’d want it.

[advkyungsoo]

» surprise visit.

[advkyungsoo]

advjaehwan:

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Jaehwan lifts a hand to scratch idly at his collarbone, thinking – lots of the potentials don’t have pets, after all. “She seems to like you a lot,” he offers with a smile, shifting his weight, “Honestly, if you ever want to come see her, I wouldn’t mind – I’m Lee Jaehwan, by the way. I live in room F2.” He casts his palm up lightly as he speaks, oddly unbothered – he’s getting back his skill for meeting people and dealing with them, which is certainly an achievement in his book. Odd, in this particular case, since he’s not paying nearly the amount of attention to this stranger’s general stiffness as he normally would – his mind’s still a bit caught up in whatever his ability is up to with the cat.

Kyungsoo isn’t exactly tactile with people. He has learned how to read body language, be the gentlest of the gentleman but it isn’t something that he bothers with so much nowadays, especially because he doesn’t have his father breathing on his back and pressuring him to be the perfect son ( even if Kyungsoo still feels like he has something to prove ), not that he’s rude but he doesn’t go out of his way anymore to please or be polite with them, unless it’s some sort of exception. Pets, however, are something that Kyungsoo has always loved and cared about, besides of course his flowers, so it’s much easier for the florist to read the cat’s moods and expression and know what it wants than a person. It’s like Kyungsoo doesn’t quite know how to deal with them anymore, probably because he has decided that he’d avoid that as much as he can in the foundation but sometimes he still has to, especially when he has a roommate — or a guy whose cat seems to like his apartment.

“Probably because i smell like flowers.” He shrugs; that wouldn’t be the first time that a cat would be attracted to him because of the scent of flowers that clings to him due to his job ( not that Kyungsoo complains, since he thinks that they smell better than the most expensive cologne ). But what surprise him is the sudden offer to come visit whenever he wanted ( which could be dangerous if Kyungsoo didn’t have a good sense and if it wasn’t for his good self control, he’d just live with the other male — Jaehwan — so he could see Nabi everyday. ) “Thank you.” He nods, not also not entirely sure how he feels about a stranger offering to let Kyungsoo visit his cat whenever he wants. “Do Kyungsoo.” He introduces himself and frowns a bit when he discovers that both the cat and the guy come from all the way down to the second floor. “She came a long way, didn’t she?”

Kyungsoo thinks it’s only polite to also offer something in return for Jaehwan. The kid seems harmless enough ( and like it could use a sandwich or two; it definitely pulls all the strings of the mother hen inner side of the younger mutant ) and nice, also Kyungsoo is happy that the cat’s owner isn’t one of those noisy kids that go around the foundation. He doesn’t need to look inside to know that Baekhyun’s mess is still all over the place ( and it’s good to remind him to yell at his roommate until the slightly taller mutant literally gets his shit together ), but then maybe a quick cup of coffee or some tea. Kyungsoo clears his throat awkwardly once more. “Would you like to come in for some tea or coffee?” He clearly has lost his touch for casually inviting people in.  “Since you came all the way to the 6th floor and all.”

[advbaekhyun-deactivated20190310]

➟ white witch

Moving against all odds, one foot after the other, circles made under his feet, a rugged carpet underneath them and a need for fulfillment following an unexplainable blood thirst. The raging heartbeat, the empty look in his eyes; he can only see red despite the brave fight being fought in his head. It’s him against himself - or against the one that has taken him over -  an onerous labor that can bear disastrous consequences if done wrong. The part of him that is still there, blames himself for his carelessness, for his inability to keep his mind shielded.

Not even half of him is left; his conscious mind left forgotten in favor of the hunt ahead of him. He can hear the whispers in his ear, the insolent and guttural voice dictating his actions - he is nothing but a puppet, strings up, manipulated by his invisible puppeteer.

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[advkyungsoo]

Kyungsoo is too wary of everything to trust his own instincts, his own brain. Everything was too real, the nightmares inside of his head coming true and there was no pain, no fighting against something that he knew for a fact or two that weren’t real but his whole sensory system was telling him otherwise that could make it stop. He’s still shaken and his legs are leading him blindly through the halls ( even if he doesn’t know how he can even stand ). There are still flashes on the back of his eyelids, like pictures burned and craved on his mind until the day he died, a little souvenir, the ringleader had said with a smile with too many teeth. Even if he knows that he could probably cut his arm off and there is no way of knowing whether he got away from it or not, but that doesn’t mean that Kyungsoo doesn’t try anyway.

The sound of the crashing is loud even to his own ears, especially when the whole hallways is too quiet for it to mean something good, but he takes a few steps back from where he crashed with something that he can’t see well in the dark, his posture defensive like the offending thing would jump on him at any moment but what he gets instead is a too familiar voice behind him that makes first Kyungsoo tense up and then turn, haunted eyes looking until they find the figure that voice belongs to and there is a nagging voice on the back of his head, his instincts screaming for him to run or to fight because there is something really wrong with this. With Baekhyun. His smile is wrong, the way he walks is wrong, something about him is just completely wrong but Kyungsoo shuts it all down because—

“You’re alive.” is what he says in a croaked voice and the relief that Baekhyun isn’t drowning on his own blood or a corpse somewhere around this stupid haunted house is bigger than anything else. “Please, Baekhyun, tell me you’re alive.” and Kyungsoo wants to cry, his eyes tear up a big and he takes the last few steps towards the shorter male, cupping his cheeks carefully, gently with his hands and stroking the cold skin with his thumbs.

( Wrong. Wrong. Wrong. Wrong. Wrong. Wrong. )

Kyungsoo leans forwards, touching Baekhyun’s forehead with his own, anyway.

[advgyuri-blog]

++ catwalk.

[advgyuri-blog]

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“Oh! You –” he puts a finger to his lip, looking for a polite and inconspicuous phrasing of his realization, before gesturing lightly as he continues, “– a few days ago, in the defense class. The instructor paired us up and you completely outclassed me,” the elder laughs, not especially concerned despite the self-deprecating undertone of his words. He’s not much of a fighter, really – if anything, his ability’s made him a bit more sluggish than most people if he doesn’t actively alter his neurological signals, which doesn’t seem worth it to do just to beat a kid in a training match.

Kyungil glances down again, noting that Hoya is now rubbing against the leg of the younger’s pants. “Do you like cats – ah, I don’t remember your name.” He looks up expectantly with that realization. “I’m Kyungil, and this is Moya and Hoya.” He indicates the cats – the white one who’s still a few paces back, Moya, and the calico who’s made the stranger her business, Hoya – as he introduces them.

[advkyungsoo]

Kyungsoo’s attention is more on the cats than on the man talking to him, probably the owner of said felines that seem to be having a blast with the plants of the flower shop while the other still seems very interested in Kyungsoo’s legs and of course that the younger male lets them. He even thinks about crouching and trying to pet at least one of them but then Kyungsoo also doesn’t want to scare the kittens away so in the end letting them be and explore whatever they want to is the best option. That’s why the younger male is looking down at the cats again in the first pause that the apparently not so much of a stranger made and that’s also the reason that it takes Kyungsoo a minute or two to really understand what the other male is saying and just then that he frowns again like that would help him remember about whatever the other is talking about.

Oh. 

“Well, you should work on your reflexes.” Is what Kyungsoo offers, a small smile playing on his lips with a hint of smugness while hopes it’s enough evidence that he indeed remembers the partner that the instructor ended up assigning to him because they were basically the only ones without a partner. It was fun, Kyungsoo almost dared to say, but then it wasn’t something that Kyungsoo thinks too much about since the chance of them meeting again would be so mall considering how big Daybreak is and in the end Kyungsoo doesn’t make friends, doesn’t get attached to people, especially those that he only meet once in a blue moon, far from enough for the younger male consider him even an acquaintance. 

But then, well, cats. He supposes he can open an exception for that. 

“Kyungsoo.” He says without any ceremony, almost like it’s automatic. “Actually I do, quite a lot.” He admits and maybe it’s his good + meeting those especial guys that made the confession so much easier. “I don’t have the time to have one though. Can I—” He pauses, hands twitching to touch the soft fur on the each side of his body. “Would it be okay if I petted them?” He asks and finally looks up to the older male and maybe if he even knew how to do them, Kyungsoo would be giving Kyungil an expecting look,sparkly eyes and everything like a kid asking if they could have chocolate for dessert.