rosé && blues

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[needeesse]

( @disconnectng / love me, this has been playing in my mind for weeks now, it’s a miracle that it got out tbh )

It was not a routine, but Insoo wouldn’t mind growing into it. His apartment in the heart of Seoul had never been meant to be lived in as much as he did these days. It’d been more of a sanctuary for when he was tired of planes, flights, when he wanted to rest, lay low. Play in the studio, give back to the small audience he’d acquired and jealously wished to keep awake at the odd hours he’d chosen to broadcast.

It was a secret between them, of sort. Things that occurred during those hours always felt like they were meant to never be spoken. Mornings had always felt more like the end of a segment, rather the beginning of a day for him. Yet, these days, he’d grown a habit. The habit of brewing two cups, filling his and leaving the other empty until he could hear Ara’s footsteps.

Her quiet sighs, the ones she always had when he knew she was awake and did not want to be. They always made him smile, today, it was on the edge of his cup of tea. Coffee after a night lacking of any sleep was not a good idea, he’d learned early on. But coffee was more than necessary for the girl entering his kitchen now, hair disheveled but looking like they’d been purposefully made to look as such.

Meaning, she looked just as good just out of bed as she did if she’d spent an hour getting ready. A different level of stunning, but still nothing to debate on whether or not she would be turning a few heads. She was a natural at this. A little sad that she was stuck in an office, doing a job that most girl with her appeal would skip over the promise of cameras and the love of million of admirers.

She could easily dump it all and become a model. Or better yet, find a man who wanted to take care of her and never have to work for a dime in her life. But Ara was working, she also looked to enjoy working. In fact, that was part of her charm. That she hated waking up at these odd hours, but the one time she’d been late to her routinely timed wake up hour, she’d been frantic and disappointed and buzzing with the energy to head out as soon as possible.

It’d taken Insoo to shout above her words to calm her down and promise her she’d make it, so long as she stopped panicking over it and let him take her. Had that been the first promise he’d made to her and had felt more than proud to have been able to keep? No. But it’d been the one promise where he’d felt happy to be useful.

Where he’d noticed something change. A trust. A chip in the balance of it, the way she’d heaved, looked at him in his driver’s seat, taken her belt off, been ready to leave but then had leaned in quickly, fervently and kissed his cheek with glee and then jolted out of his car. Insoo had to say, he’d do it all over again if only to see that relief replay over her face over, and over again. 

This was a mellowed version of it. When she had her eyes open finally, blinking at him when she noticed him, then immediately moving to her empty cup to fill it with the freshly brewed coffee that actually only awaited her. 

“Slept well?” 

She turned to face him, from opposite ends, he watched her take a sip first before she could reply. Almost as if the warmth of the beverage was necessary to undo the knots in her throat, to undo the mute state she seemed to always wake up in. 

“You know your bed is magical.” “Not me, but my bed?” 

Insoo knew the effect of the caffeine were working when she cracked a smile. He wondered often if she knew how easy she was to read–sometimes. When she didn’t pay attention to what she wanted to say and it was jsut written there, all over her face. Especially when she had an idea and she knew it might not be conventional of her to voice it out. 

“You’re the bonus.” She was not shy per say, but she lowered her gaze to the floor and Insoo could tell the signs of her beginning to feel the rise of a blush. It sometimes mirrored his as well, but today he had the opportunity to watch hers only rise to the surface. 

“I offer the bed and I’m only the bonus?”  “Yeah, but see the bed is the usual paycheck, whereas the bonus is that extra that is exciting to have any time you get your hands on it.” 

She’d had more than a few sips now, he could definitely tell. She was thinking. Those gears, in her brain, working what made her probably choose the career she’d chosen. She moved from the counter and as she came towards him, it struck him that Ara herself had been growing a habit.

One that was emptying his closet from some of his shirts, “That’s mine.” 

“What?” She stopped, he pointed to the shirt she was wearing with his cup. 

“This? No way,” Ara held the hem, her fingers twisting the material, in the middle of his kitchen, about to close the distance between them but stopped by his words. She was in the perfect spot for the sun to come through and practically put a spotlight on her, a halo of her blonde hair and how it played against the pink of his shirt that she was apparently going to argue did not belong to him. 

“Your name’s on it, mine however–” “Your name is on it?”  “Well, yeah! Look,” 

She seemed excited, this was the gaze, the one he’d thought about earlier. The one that read, I’ve done something that will speak of the mischief I can cause all by myself and get away with it. Ara unbuttoned her shirt without a second of hesitation, after she’d carefully put her cup away of course. 

Her hands working fast on those buttons so she could show him some handiwork. He was sure she’d done something worth witnessing. That she felt no hesitation in undressing in his kitchen, despite the opened curtains or his eyes on her, spoke volume of that trust he’d gradually instilled in her. 

That and the comfort she must have around him. It was warming. Heart warming, mind warming. A balm that had him chasing her fingers as they moved, revealing each expanse of skin like undoing the bow of a neatly wrapped gift box.

That was a fitting description. 

“Hold on a second, okay,” 

He was holding on, to his cup, to her body, moving around the kitchen. To the sight of pink, and the travel he caught of it on her stomach up to her throat and as quickly as he’d caught it, it was gone and she was next to him now. 

His shirt sprawled on the counter, her fingers having found something, a lipstick he realized once she started moving it on the material of his shirt. Forgotten was everything else but the words she was quickly drawing too. Big sized, medium sized, small sized. 

In various areas. Just writing and writing. All on the back of the shirt.

Red to pink and bold ; Ara’s.

“You see it right?” She looked up, leaning on her elbows, the end of her lipstick to her mouth. Pushing against her lip, the way his own found they enjoyed doing just as much.

Insoo could see it. He could also do nothing else but nod at her handiwork, at her eyes searching his, at how she was softly matching the color of his shirt. Red lips, rosy face and he couldn’t help but be drawn in to get the warmth he knew it would give to his lips, to kiss her cheek. 

How else could he win when the truth was not dormant in her searching and knowing eyes the halted steps of his heartbeats. 

Insoo against the heat of her skin ; “Looks like you’re right and it’s yours.” ; agreed with the bold fitting words.

[normajeaned]

The Seven Year Itch (1955).

[unearthlydust]

I’m Not Here (2019)

[lcvewhispxr]

@cherrysbcmb

[lacetiara]

Roses et la Vue.

[airasong]

dreamsup‌:

A dip? A soft sound, laughter maybe, came with the suggestion, Insoo had soon discarded the glass of wine, thrust in the sand, with hope that no stumbling and no forgetting would happen to it. There were high hopes, too high to be realistic. They didn’t matter though; Ara’s hand was tugging him to an adventure. She always had one up her sleeves, especially warm with red, or white, or rosé. He’d noticed she enjoyed the third one the most. It suited her. Golden rose, she wore that color well right now too, with her dress following the breeze, glittering in the night, but unable to quite detached itself from her body. Insoo understood the sentiment.

“Isn’t it a bit too cold–hey,” He gave a tug back on the sleeve she was holding, enough to lessen the distance and reach with his other hand, fingers quick to glide across her wrist, to wrap, a gentle still grip, his thumb gliding against the inside of it. “If we get soaked now, it’ll be uncomfortable for the rest of the night.” He usually would give in; she could probably find a way to convince him to walk in soaking wet, damp to the bones, clothes. No matter how strong the discomfort could be. She could, but more than her ability to persuade him, he really had a worry for the temperature and the light attire she was in.

She can’t stifle the giggles that roll off her tongue, dancing in the air around them as she relishes in the moment between the two. A hum of content when skin meets skin, his warmth felt like home. Her toes dig into the sand as she steps just an inch closer to him, eyes bright with adrenaline. “You’re not wrong, but that’s not the only way to go for a swim. If the clothes are the problem –” She trails off with another giggle that she covers with the back of her hand. Cheeks tinted pink, it’s clear she’s had more than her fair share of liquor. Tip toeing to match his height, she leans forward to whisper, a little too loudly, in his ear.

“Maybe we should just get rid of them.” 

She turns her head, if only to admire the side of his face, blonde hair falling across her shoulder in the process. Even in the dark, there’s something about him that’s so radiant. She can feel her pulse quicken, and that pearly grin makes its way back onto her face like it always did whenever she was at his side. Just as soon as she’s back on the heels of her feet, she’s toying with the thin straps of her dress. “Have you never skinny dipped? Have you even lived Lee Insoo?” Once again walking backwards in an attempt to pull him the water, she stops when she’s shivering, only ankle deep. Before long, she’s chanting at him, laughter tangled in between her words. “Take it off, take it off!”

[neverlandswriter]

he wakes up at 5 am, just like he always does. he leans in to brush his lips against yours when you stir in your sleep, eyes fluttering as you murmur his name. you don’t see it, but he smiles when you do that. he climbs out of bed and watches you roll over onto his side of the bed as you bury your head in his pillow. you’re still dreaming, but his scent makes you feel at home. you don’t hear, but just like he always does, he says, ‘i’ll be back soon.’ maybe you hear him in your dreams because you fall into a deep comfortable slumber, knowing that when you’re awake he’d walk in the room, just like he always does.

like he always does // k.s. (via neverlandswriter)

@dreamsup

[needeesse]

        you look  incredible ; let me be your man ; let it all fall down                            can you love me  naked ; just love me tonight                                                        you brought me here malibu                      i don’t think i’ll ever leave this place  lights down low  @airasong

[airasong]

dreamsup‌:

There was something satisfying about doing things, watching them come together. Shaped and fried and he had plates full of side meals, the rice in the cooker and a few spices left to be added in a stew. Boiling over and the fan over in the kitchen, Insoo had a thing for being in this kitchen and putting together something that would fill, sometimes warm. 

He’d taken to cooking very young because his nanny had let him delve into it without restricting his curiosity about it. That and he’d been left to live by himself for so long it had to become second nature. It kept him busy, it kept him moving, it kept him distracted enough to forget about Ara’s text, but not about her being on her way. 

So the knocks on his door were not a surprise, they made him rise his eyebrows, clean his hands on the apron over his hips and walk to the door with a slightly giddy stance. Only because most of the eagerness would transpire once he had the door open and he could, as he’d told her, see her smile without the image being locked within memory.

Real and bright, like he did think of it to be and knew it to be and it had him responding in kind. Right before finding himself holding out his hand for her to hold, a gesture exaggeratedly formal, palm open – his other hand guided in his back – awaiting for her to slide her fingers atop of it. Because he knew she’d play along and it was just part of what their dynamics implied.

All the eccentric, bold, out of this world actions that Ara was pulling out of him so easily. As if it’d just been meant to be that way. So it was easy to lightly bow his head to her, erase the smile, make his expression purposefully solemn with a light cough to clear his throat, “Your majesty, if I may be given the honor of welcoming you in my not so humble palace.” 

The promise of food has her stomach growling softly, and she places a palm against her belly for a moment, as if to silence the sound before it reached him. She knew Insoo had a talent for cooking, and it helped that anything he did for her was always appreciated. She mentally curses herself for not grabbing something for him on the way here; drinks, a dessert, anything would have sufficed. Instead, she’s here filled with greed. Greedy hands wanting a fork in her right, and his fingers intertwined in her left. Always here for the taking, and hoping that her affection was enough in return until she could repay him tenfold in the future.

Her attention is easily caught when she hears the locks of the door unwind, and the grin on her lips widens further – if possible. Before long she’s filled with warmth and laughter, a sound that courses through her entire body. She collects herself before slipping her palm into his, the curves of his hand so familiar by this point. Pretending to hold the edge of a dress by the tips of her fingers, she offers him a curtesy in return of his bow. “Oh no, sire, the honor is all mine!” In her best accent, she plays along with their little act. Before long she’s stepping into his house, looking around as if it was the first time she had seen the place.

“What a lovely kingdom you rule over. Must be a lonely one.” She twirls on her heels to face him, accent dropped and ever so blinding smile back on her face. “Must be why you steal princesses from their line of duty, hmm?” Quick as always, she steals a kiss from him before hurrying off to her second priority; the kitchen. Leaning over the pots, she animatedly waves steam towards her face while inhaling deeply.

“It smells so good, my mouth’s already watering!”

[zoiodlula]

[airasong]

dreamsup‌:

@airasong

there was a bonfire, quickly turning into nothing but a lit dot behind him. why was he not by said fire with the quiet comfort of friends, and instead walking here, each steps digging in the sand and following the ones ahead of him? the reason was simple, it was leading him, it had a name, it had a face. it was taking insoo somewhere he knew he wanted to go. ara always seemed took him places he never knew, but liked to discover. the sea carried the saltiness of it, but it left not a sting in its way. it was waves after waves, now crashing against his feet. 

insoo hadn’t even realized they’d been getting so close to the shore. but they were, right there and he came to a halt, as another end of a wave hit his ankles.  “finished with that glass yet?” he asked to make her stop in her tracks too, to hand him the glass in question so he could possibly put it out of the risk of ending up in the water, but also because as much as he enjoyed following in her footsteps, he had a tendency of missing having her face to face. a tendency that was growing particularly frequent. unworriedly so. 

The night dragged out before her as her toes dug into the cool grains of sand. Every now and then she’d get a whiff of the water just before it came to lap up at her feet. A soft giggle followed the receding wave as she finished the last drop in her glass. She barely remembers what she had poured into, so when Insoo asks her for it, she responds with an inquisitive, “Hmm?” Before looking back at the empty glass and handing it over to him. She stays there for a second, within arms’ length of him as the moonlight casts shadows across his face. 

She can’t help the grin that curls up her lips as she relishes in the moment. A minute ago she had been surrounded by the warmth of her friends, shoulder to shoulder, huddling around the bonfire that continued to sparkle in the distance. Now, closer to the waters, she should be cold. Maybe it’s the alcohol, but she knows there’s more to it than that. She takes a step closer to him, just because she can’t stand being that far away. “Hey, wanna take a dip?” Half teasing, half serious, she tilts her head to the water, inching closer to it while tugging on his sleeve.

[ikon-official]

[IG] 190411 gnani_____: 🌬💨

[needeesse]

🤝 + 48 for inara bc my faves

                               fifty reasons to touch someone.                                                               …out of habit.

it is quite unnoticeable. to them at least.

ara’s hair feels like silk and insoo’s fingers think of themselves as belonging to an artisan. they braid without interruption, smoothly. strands over strands. the twining of them, blonde and bright as the room is filled with chatter. it’s a night of socializing, insoo’s and ara’s entourage a mix in his living room.

a bit like the way he’s still doing her hair and feeling it grow, the room is filld with growing banter. light banter. then bodies reaching over each other for something. meanwhile ara is still and insoo is still, save for his fingers of course, now his eyes are lowered to what he’s been doing and he finds that the warmth he was feeling all along was not just the bottles of wine they emptied earlier.

it’s ara’s cheek pressed against his knee, his only leg down, the other up and folded under his weight. she’s settled and nestled and she has soft giggles, they’re broken at times by little hiccups. she’s had more than enough glasses for it to start to probably feel like her body cannot carry the weight of her mind.

insoo could have sworn he had both of his legs up on the couch, he has no idea when he even let it fall for her to get a hold of it. in fact, one could say that she might have sought it out, he doesn’t remember how or when, but it’s coming to him in bits of a visual slow motion. like replaying a movie scene one has seen but missed due to doing something else while it was happening.

the way she first had her head leaning back against the couch and then her fingers tapping his knee, then grasping and wrapping around his leg and tugging until he had it down for her to find comfort. that’s also when his own fingers found the curiosity of wanting to rediscover the texture of her hair.

rediscover because insoo knows it by memory, but the sense of touch is a strong and subtle need that lingers in between them. some may call it the law of attraction, insoo thinks it’s as simple as a habit.

yet as complex as not having an answer to kihyun asking him later on in the kitchen as they are put to the task of getting more liquor for the party in the living room, when he asks 

‘since you can’t seem to keep your hands to each other, does that mean this is actually official?’

to note that the only confusing part here for insoo is the mention that they can’t seem to keep their hands to each other. not who kihyun’s speaking of, or what kihyun means by official. it’s just a bit startling to hear him talk as if insoo has no impulse control at all when it comes to ara.

it’s strange, he has no answers to give and it’s strange.

but when they go back to the living room and resumes the movie that everyone has finally agreed on after much debating. ara is seated next to a friend of hers and they’re pouring the win already and insoo doesn’t even think twice.

he settles on the ground next to her and ara doesn’t even argue or take a sip of her drink ( to note because ara and her glass of wine are the kind of soulmates romance novels write poems about ), she touches her arm to his.

where they’re linking and seeking and insoo offers his shoulder before she even drops her head to it.

the rest of the night, he decides he can’t possibly ponder on this. it’s not a lack of impulse control, it’s not that he can’t keep his hands off her and vice versa. 

it’s just that they gravitate. they must. this is mutual. nothing about impulse.

this is their bodies deciding and acting accordingly.

as old as the simple chemistry of attraction. 

[dcmultiverse]

Laurel Lance in Arrow 7.18 ‘Lost Canary’

[meiselr]

Color Palette Challenge #55 - Hera

[genterie]

[airasong]

@memseni

The smell of the sea draws her out from the bathroom where she had been getting ready before Insoo had woken up that morning. The warm breeze kissed her cheeks as the curtains fluttered in the wind from the waters below. A grin curled up her lips at the sight of his silhouette against the rail of the balcony. She considered pinching herself to see whether she was still asleep. The entire experience had been dream like. From landing a new job to a celebratory vacation to him. The prince who had materialized out of thin air and now stood so present in her life. It was hard to wrap her head around it so she never bothered to.

Instead she made her way behind him, loosely wrapping her arms around his shoulders so she could perch her chin on his shoulder. “It’s beautiful isn’t it?” Looking out to the turquoise waters under them only made the experience even more surreal. The morning sun had just risen to its position, blanketing the expanse with a warm glow. Streaming through her golden locks, and elucidating a dreamy sigh from parted lips. Closing her eyes for a second she let the sounds and feelings wash over her. One second, and then just another to soak it all in.

Letting her arms fall back to her side, she leans her back against the balcony, off-white dress light enough to dance with the wind. She offered him that bright grin that he always said he adored, before reaching out to take one of his hands in hers. “And so? What’s the plan for today?” It was Insoo who had suggested the trip, and was often the one who took initiative in their outings. If it were up to Ara, she would have planned their destinations three months in advance and made sure to find every coupon code while she was at it. Although she was working her way up her career, Ara didn’t have the luxury of wealth that he did.  

“And can I say this again?” Her voice is softer, genuine gratitude lacing each word as she looking at him with brown eyes that rarely made an appearance under her blue contacts. She’d opted for clear this time around, something about authenticity, something about wanting to be more herself around him. “I can’t thank you enough for all this, for everything. I just ... thank you.”

[airasong]

memseni‌:

- would i fight for you? uh yes, absolutely. have you seen yourself? anybody would, anybody with a brain and some manners sent ( ✔ ) - i would and do swear to keep you from harm and any unworthy princesses wanting to take away your throne. sent ( ✔ ) - perfect is my middle name, did you know that?  sent ( ✔ )

what was making insoo warm on the inside was this exchange and the idea of having company. not just any company either, although to be fair, any would make the night warmer. but differences existed and ara had made sure to set herself aside in a file that belonged to her and her only. no kidding that insoo would give into anything she wished him to, crazy as it was. 

for now, he could get into doubling up the ingredients for these fried meatballs. he’d made enough rice to last him for a few days at least, so that wasn’t an issue. now, maybe some barbecued meat. it wasn’t on the menu but simple red meat definitely was a must to share a meal. he had them pulled and put on the side before he was leaning against the kitchen counter, flour and frying meatballs in the pan a buzz of noise behind him. 

- should i do that? we can can call it the royal’s cubs. if you present me a powerpoint with strong points i’ll consider making it real. sent ( ✔ ) - food i am not sure … it takes a long time for a good meal to be on point ( sent ) - affection i always have sent ( ✔ ) - in abundance when it’s for you 😉 sent ( ✔ )

With one hand curled around the pole of the bus and the other clutching onto her phone, she couldn’t help but grin even when she was snapped at for swaying into another passenger. The feeling was reminiscent to a school girl with a crush. Fawning over the slightest tone in his messages, grinning at herself like a fool, heart fluttering. Ara could feel her cheeks warming up at the thought of seeing him, as if she hadn’t seen him in years. ( Where had he been all this time? ) Blowing blonde locks out of her face, she balanced herself on the bus for just long enough to formulate her response.

( msg: 🤴💰 ) did I ever tell you you flatter me too much???  ( msg: 🤴💰 ) 😭😭😭 ( msg: 🤴💰 ) sounds about right i wont question it 

She’s laughing to herself as the bus screeches to a halt, bright eyes looking up just in time to notice that her stop had already come. With soft “excuse me”s and “pardon me”s, she weaved her way to the front, quick to turn her attention back to her phone. The poster child for an inattentive citizen. 

( msg: 🤴💰 ) you don’t have to tell me twice for me to make a ppt on doggos!!! ( msg: 🤴💰 ) as long as you’re on point im good 💘

Muscle memory was a wonderful thing when it led her right to his doorstep. She couldn’t remember when she had turned all the corners and found her way to the familiar door. It’s at times like this that she itched to live closer to him. Staying over at his place was no problem. She had done it before they had even gotten as close as they were now, but the comfort of her own home beside her second home would be a dream come true. Perhaps in a perfect world, but for now that world was what they would make of it.

She waits patiently after knocking, big grin on her lips awaiting his arrival. He wanted to see that smile of hers, didn’t he?