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apvcryphvl:

finished switching blogs ! i’ll be following a few people soon, but if you want my new url, feel free to shoot me a message <:

ok final reblog!! i won’t be checking this blog much after this. if i’m not already following you on my new blog, please let me know! 

[meung-ji]

Eunji in that leather jacket though…

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look so perfect

▼ @mvseology

maybe taking the train during the busiest part of the morning was not a good idea.

hyewon liked to walk places whenever she could. take the bus, even. ride a bicycle when she was feeling environmentally conscious—which didn’t happen too often, sure, but it was still an option. less so when her job took her to the weird places of seoul. occupational hazard of being a stylist: she went where the sales were most of the time, hoping to nab some new items to add to her client’s wardrobe for cheap. sometimes there were no sales, just networking and schmoozing. the more owners and designers liked you, the easier it was to dress your client.

but when she had a bona fide star in tow, walking seemed out of the question. the train should’ve been too, but hyewon didn’t earn enough to spring for a cab to take them to the store. maybe she could’ve made other arrangements if she’d known he was going to tag along, but this had been a spur-of-the-moment thing. hyewon usually worked solo, or you know, just without a famous actor trailing after her.

god, she was surprised no one had noticed him yet. as far as disguises went, it wasn’t her best one. a black baseball cap pulled low over a pair of oversized shades and casual clothing. any fan would’ve been able to recognize him, but he’d insisted on joining her. said it was important for him to participate ( who knew why ). hyewon didn’t mind, exactly, but… it was unusual. “you okay there?” she lowered her voice and turned to him. “it’s pretty crowded—i hope no one notices us.” the last thing they needed was the mob to grow into an even bigger mob.

“hey but,” pausing, hyewon gave him the critical once-over. “casual clothes are really working for you.” sometimes she remembered how attractive her client was. she knew it, but sometime it really just hit her. “ever think about dressing like this more often? i’m sure your fans would love it.” grinning, she poked his arm. it didn’t mean much—she was sure he got compliments like this all the time.

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moxle:

[txt; grassy] i never said i didn’t like it i was just surprised over the reason why you chose that color [txt; grassy] it looks good on you though i can admit that [txt; grassy] how is spinach heard worse than grassy though?? [txt; grassy] anyway, no. i can’t. there can only be one ricky i know and that is me. sorry.  [txt; biggest fan] don’t worry about it, though. i came up with my own creative contact name for you. 

[ ✉  ➝ mr. ducky ] well [ ✉  ➝ mr. ducky ] vernon said go for blond but red is hot n dangerous [ ✉  ➝ mr. ducky ] finger gruns [ ✉  ➝ mr. ducky ] :D thanks! [ ✉  ➝ mr. ducky ] i’m gonna screenshot this and make it my wallpaper  [ ✉  ➝ mr. ducky ] um because spinach is gross? [ ✉  ➝ mr. ducky ] also leafy [ ✉  ➝ mr. ducky ] you’re right no one can ever measure up to epic ducky ricky  [ ✉  ➝ mr. ducky ] what is it! [ ✉  ➝ mr. ducky ] i wanna knowwwww [ ✉  ➝ mr. ducky ] pleaaaaaaase

[bunlly]

I want to taste you again, like a secret or a sin.

Matthew Perryman Jones (via lazypacific)

[wintergirldoyeon]

Doyeon being a cutie in Liiv fanmeet, 

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moxle:

[txt; grassy] ….  [txt; grassy] did you literally get red hair because i have red hair?  [txt; grassy] smh  [txt; grassy] should’ve kept your green hair. now i need to think of a new contact name for you since you’re not grassy anymore [txt; grassy] now you’re like [txt; grassy] me [txt; grassy] but nicer 

[ ✉  ➝ mr. ducky ] you don’t like it... D:  [ ✉  ➝ mr. ducky ] green hair made my scalp itch  [ ✉  ➝ mr. ducky ] plus people were calling me spinach head [ ✉  ➝ mr. ducky ] you can change it to ricky jr! [ ✉  ➝ mr. ducky ] mini ricky [ ✉  ➝ mr. ducky ] ricky 2.0 [ ✉  ➝ mr. ducky ] teeny tiny ricky [ ✉  ➝ mr. ducky ] wait we're the same height lol

[eternalle]

◦ ⟨   reimagined .

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eternalle:

( ... )

a nail taps gently at the side of the bottle she holds in her hands; yongsun barely notices it when her friend slips in beside her only to have her wrap an arm around her shoulder.  it makes her jump, pulled from her thoughts as she is and finally, she smiles again with kindness in her eyes.  “ are you ready to go?” yongsun tries to hide the hope in her voice, doesn’t really mind the people milling about or think that they can hear her trapped in their party mood as they are.  “ i still have to see what i can salvage from the fire.”

    @apvcryphvl ,    we are infinity

everyone has a forte. parties are not his.

taekwoon is tired. exhausted, actually, and he wears it plain on his face, mixed with displeasure at having been forced to make an appearance. his ‘friends’ ( and he uses the term lightly ) enjoy complaining about his work-life balance, or lack thereof, and have made it their life’s mission to give taekwoon a thriving social life. nevermind he doesn’t want one; his job is both demanding and rewarding on its own, and that is really all he needs.

drink in hand, he mills around, the permanent glare on his face deterred strangers from speaking to him. just show up for ten minutes, his friend told him. more than five have passed, so he only has to stick around for a little while longer. grin and bear it, he tells himself, but he doesn’t think he’s ever ‘grinned’ in his life. now, brooding is a different question—he does plenty of it.

his wanderings bring him within earshot of a few friends, though friends of friends might be more appropriate. taekwoon doesn’t know either of the women well and he doesn’t intended to make small talk with them either. they seem wrapped up in some important business regardless. taking a sip of his beer, he ignores the two until— 

“fire?” the word is out of his mouth before he has a chance to think. eyebrows draw together as taekwoon studies… yongsun, was it? the one who spoke. did she experience a fire? “sorry, didn’t meant to overhear.” his tone is flat, coloured with the barest hint of curiosity. “i think i heard something about a fire on the news earlier—your place?” 

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late night chats ▼ miles + eunwoo

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pclycrystals:

[ ✉ ➝ milesy ♥ ] hanging out in hogsmeade is for boring people [ ✉ ➝ milesy ♥ ] youre not…….boring? [ ✉ ➝ milesy ♥ ] are u? [ ✉ ➝ milesy ♥ ] >_> [ ✉ ➝ milesy ♥ ] oooo cutie  [ ✉ ➝ milesy ♥ ] *gasp* miles likes me~ [ ✉ ➝ milesy ♥ ] no- [ ✉ ➝ milesy ♥ ] glad u caught on [ ✉ ➝ milesy ♥ ] aww not even a little bit? :( [ ✉ ➝ milesy ♥ ] ill give u……. [ ✉ ➝ milesy ♥ ] err… [ ✉ ➝ milesy ♥ ] my love <333 [ ✉ ➝ milesy ♥ ] i dont wanna fail PLEASE

[ ✉  ➝ eunwoo ] idk [ ✉  ➝ eunwoo ] why dont you tell me??  [ ✉  ➝ eunwoo ] but hogsmede also has the candy shop  [ ✉  ➝ eunwoo ] c.. andy...  [ ✉  ➝ eunwoo ] well [ ✉  ➝ eunwoo ] its not really a secret  [ ✉  ➝ eunwoo ] ❤ [ ✉  ➝ eunwoo ] ok for you to copy off my homework i actually have to do it first [ ✉  ➝ eunwoo ] fine I guess ill help you out [ ✉  ➝ eunwoo ] on one condition [ ✉  ➝ eunwoo ] you have to spend next hogsmede trip with me [ ✉  ➝ eunwoo ] doing normal “boring people” things [ ✉  ➝ eunwoo ] (ok maybe not boring but yea)

[pclycrystals]

luminous silhouettes

[apvcryphvl]

pclycrystals:

( ... )

a quick, but reassuring squeeze on her hand reminds her that at least she isn’t alone in this— she has her best friend…no– soulmate, there with her.

“i think we’re getting close,” yoojung breathes, making sure to not attract any attention— she couldn’t hide sounds, after all.

“there’s a worker exit somewhere along this wall…there has to be.”

terror floods her.

doyeon’s knees knock together, legs threatening to fold out as her vision fills with blindingly white light. tendrils of shadows weave together in her palms as she throws her free arm up in an attempt to block it out, fear mounting. it’s the dark she hates the most, ink-black night threatening to swallow her whole, but the light is harsh in a different way. they used to alternate hurting her with the two—for the greater good, so doyeon couldn’t complain even if she wanted to. what is one person’s comfort compared to the greater good?

but it’s gone as quickly as it comes. yoojung uses her powers to turn it away. heaving a sigh of relief, doyeon squeezes her hand and murmurs, “it’s okay—you did good.” she tries to sound reassuring, but the tremor in her voice ruins the effect. doyeon wishes she could be the strong one right now, but nothing’s gone right in their breakout so far. she can’t help but imagine getting caught every time the guards’ footsteps draw near, visions of solitary confinement ( and worse ) floating through her head. she doesn’t want to get punished, but she wants to stay here even less.

though if they can’t find an exit, they won’t have any choice. doyeon is a good runner—long legs will help, as she always jokes—and the adrenaline gives her an extra push as they run through the place in a desperate search for the way out. heavy breathing mixes with the frantic beats of her heart, but she reminds herself that at least she’s with yoojung. escape or get caught, live or die, they’ll do it together.

doyeon’s vision is better at night than yoojung’s. letting out a hum, she scans the area for any sort of doorway. “they camouflage these things way too well.” has anyone else—someone special like them—ever escaped from this place? “i think i can see something over there…” she says, pointing at a section of wall a ways away. there’s a sign on the front, though she can’t make out the words. “we can make a run for it. don’t let go of my hand.” glancing over her shoulder, doyeon gives yoojung a shaky smile.

and then she’s tugging yoojung along as she makes a mad dash for the door, feeling along the smooth surface for a handle of some kind. behind them, a fresh alarm blares, but doyeon’s focus is reserved for the button she smashes her thumb against and the small click of a lock. she slams her shoulder against the door and it flies open without resistance. doyeon stumbles through, dragging yoojung down with her as she sinks to her knees. “ah,” she bites out, struggling to her feet. “crap, that hurts—but we have to go!”

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👫 yoosung and sejeong !!! and also ricky and minghao bc i lov ricky's number one fan and minghao's number one idol

relationship meme | accepting !

YOOSUNG + SEJEONG ♡

i. on some level, yoosung never actually believed sejeong was similar to rika in any way. they are ( and always had been ) two completely different people, and his feelings towards both were also different. yoosung acknowledged he was projecting an image of rika onto sejeong despite that because of a part of him was aware of it and did it consciously.

he used to think no one cared about him for him. the rfa did because he was a member and rika’s cousin besides. his LOLOL friends did because he was a good player and a guild master. his family did because they remembered what he was in the past and didn’t like what he had become. with sejeong, none of that really mattered. she cared about the kim yoosung she spoke to to with no strings attached. no expectations, no obligations, no thinly veiled concern or hand-wringing about “you used to be—”

and it was something only rika had ever been to him, this unconditional pillar of love and support, so he immediately felt like sejeong = rika because he couldn’t fathom that someone else could care about him like that. but sejeong wasn’t rika ( he knew that ) and he was scared of what it meant if she wasn’t.

yoosung regrets all of it now: the fact that he explicitly told sejeong she reminded him of rika, the fact that he didn’t think anyone in the rfa honestly cared about him, the list goes on. even if he was confused and depressed at the time, it’s not an excuse. especially because… it was fairly obvious early on that yoosung had a crush on sejeong, and he wishes he’d just embraced it instead of trying to turn it into something else.

ii. yoosung likes to cook for sejeong!

but the first time he did, it was a disaster. he was nervous as hell because he’d invited sejeong over to his place and he was trying out a new recipe. ended up mixing up some of the ingredients but didn’t realize he’d made a mess until later because sejeong ate all of it ( since he served her first ). when he tasted it, he was horrified that she had to eat his awful food and gave her three of his honey buddha chip bags as an apology ( it wasn’t a very good apology ). 

now, he makes sure to practice his recipes a dozen times before making them for sejeong. he’s not going to mess up again… or end up accidentally poisoning her. 

iii.the first time yoosung breaks down in front of sejeong is at the hospital after everything that happens with mint eye and unknown. it’s probably not the first time sejeong comes to visit him while he’s recuperating, but she’s alone. at first, yoosung is his bright and cheery self, joking about his injury and talking about all the classes he gets to miss. but as the conversation stretches on, he keeps squinting at sejeong with his good eye and falling silent. 

and then it just hits him that he can’t see her properly. the reality of his vision being hampered for god knows how long finally sinks in—and the only memory he has of her face from before it happened is of her afraid and in pain. he wants to think that it isn’t fair this happened to him, but he asked for it. he wanted to help, and honestly, if he could go back he’d do it again. but it’s not easy to live with something like this either and he wonders if he can. 

he’s emotional as fuck. embarrassed that it’s front of sejeong, and angry he can’t control himself. “i just want to see you.” but he can’t—not yet. 

iv.yoosung likes to roleplay but not, uh, in the bedroom ( yet? he’s not opposed to it ). more like he enjoys making up date scenarios to play out with sejeong, like “cute office worker runs into his boss at the bar” or “college students get assigned to a group project together and do very little studying.” or the entire plot of weightlifting fairy kim bokjoo because yoosung loved that drama. he thinks the little scenarios are fun. lame, but fun. 

( but again, would not be opposed to extending it to the bedroom ). 

MINGHAO + RICKY ☆

i. ricky is the first ‘real’ hero minghao sees. the officials ( sunggyu, jaebum, kihyun ) don’t really count because they remind minghao of his high school teachers, but ricky is the first actual magical hero he comes across, probably at headquarters when ricky’s on his way in after a monster battle. ricky probably isn’t in full transformation mode, but minghao finds him impressive as heckie. he looks like what a real hero should be and from that moment on, minghao always associates ricky with the league and the whole magical hero business.

ii.he’s actually nervous as heck about talking to ricky for the first time. it’s weird since minghao doesn’t get nervous about people but he doesn’t want to piss ricky off and have the older hero hate him or anything. he wants to impress ricky but ends up a) getting his name wrong and b) acting annoying. sticks with ducky because minghao can pretend they have a special relationship! that’s what nicknames do, right, mean you have a special relationship? 

( when ricky calls him grassy, he gets super happy. it’s official friendship ). 

iii.minghao wants to partner with ricky sometime in the future. he knows he’s not good enough yet and ricky prefers to work solo anyway, but what kid doesn’t want to work with their idol? he’s working hard to get stronger so he won’t hold ricky back… well, he doesn’t even know if his dream of partnering with ricky is possible, but it inspires him anyway. it’s not a permanent partnership wish either ( as if anyone could ever replace vernon as his partner ), but just once would be fun! minghao wants to see the master in action.

iv.he ships ricky/happiness. sometimes minghao feels like ricky’s too sad for someone his age and he just! really wants ricky to enjoy the life he has because you only get one! he hopes ricky finds a friend like vernon he can share everything with; if anyone deserves a soulmate, it’s kim ricky. minghao will always wholeheartedly cheer him on in this. 

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space between us

▼ @rvsetum

what are we?

there is a sleek silver ring on his finger that doesn’t belong to him. shouldn’t—it is a relic of years past. jaebum is not the same man now as he was years ago. he doesn’t know if he can be. doesn’t know if he wants to be. his younger self was foolish and optimistic, believing in promises of forever. life doesn’t work like that; it’s a lesson hard learned. but seulgi isn’t the same person she was when he left, and jaebum recognizes that now. she’s stronger now, hardened. he wonders if he did that to her. he wonders if he should apologize for it.

( love. he would’ve scoffed at the word before, but if this isn’t love, what is? )

he would be lying if he said her ultimatum didn’t leave him shaken. the deeper parts of his mind understood they couldn’t remain in flux the way they had been, but he resented her for driving him into a corner despite that. still, it hadn’t occurred to him to leave the ring in the box. rejecting it was out of the question. but every time he attempted to broach the subject with seulgi, his tongue stuck to the roof of his mouth. talking is not his forte and this was above and beyond a simple conversation.

so he waited and planned and now the day is finally here. his fight or flight response tells him to forget the whole thing and flee as fast as he can, but seulgi said she was fighting for them and so should he. hands gripping the steering wheel, he waits parked outside her office. jaebum sent her assistant a message asking seulgi to come down and see him for a quick second. hopefully, she should be down anytime now. once she’s here, he can whisk her away for their surprise vacation, hoping his actions will convey all the things he can’t say.

if she agrees to go with him, he thinks with a wry twist of his mouth. he’s pushed her away so many times. what’s to stop her from pushing him away this once?

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oncidivm:

( ... )

Teeth sink in. So easy. Of course it is, it shouldn’t surprise Jongdae that Yixing isn’t resistant to his fangs. Yet, it feels so jarring to break the skin of someone who, for as long as Jongdae could remember, has seemed indestructible. Impervious to taunts, to bullying, to long days full of hard work, and even longer nights spent training. Strong and unattainable; Yixing, it turns out, is made of glass and he too, can be broken.

Jongdae, you did that. 

it doesn’t hurt. yixing almost wishes it did.

yixing rubs his mouth, painting his lips red with his own blood. it’s wanton, enticing. red on white, white on red, take me, bleed me, ruin me—

he offers jongdae no resistance. not when jongdae grabs his shirt, not when he pushes him to the floor. the tiles are pleasantly cool against his back, but despite it, yixing’s body floods with warmth. jongdae’s warmth, he thinks, and wonders if he’s leeching it off the moroi. but hasn’t he always? perhaps not literally, but jongdae is softness, sunshine, a warm blanket on a freezing day. compared to him, yixing is an impenetrable fortress. a silent dungeon. “i care,” he says. spits it out defiantly though jongdae is right—he has no right. “i’m selfish when it comes to you, and i care, even if it is futile.” it doesn’t matter anymore.

yixing stares up at him, adam’s apple bobbing as he swallows in… anticipation? fear? his pulse races, but he cannot isolate the emotion behind it. his body wants the rush. he wants the rush. but anxiety twists his stomach as well. there is no going back. a simple tap on the shoulder won’t lift jongdae off him, a signal that yixing has had enough ( he hasn’t ). “don’t keep me waiting, your highness.” he pours the last of the venom he possesses into the taunt, goading jongdae on until he feels teeth against his skin and—for a moment—relaxes. it is much easier to submit than to fight.

and then—

release.

a gasp inadvertently escapes his lips. sharp pain is dulled by the sudden high yixing has come to expect, but it’s… different. strange. more raw and furious, a heady sensation threatening to pull him under. teeth clenched, he forces himself to ease his breathing.

don’t lose yourself.

but you want to.

another gasp. his throat is parched, the tip of his tongue poking out of his mouth. can’t breathe, can’t think, don’t, don’t stop—

and god, it’s jongdae, not sooyoung. jongdae, the one constant yixing has in his life, the one person he can count on to be there. the one person he was fine dedicating his life to until—

but there is no room for bitterness now, not when yixing’s fingers are winding themselves in jongde’s hair, pulling him closer. not when his back arches, offering him more, deeper, take it take me—

i’m yours anyway.

[pclycrystals]

two steps walking

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pclycrystals:

( ... )

“not with that morning breath,” he manages to joke, reaching out to squish minghao’s cheeks together to make his pucker look even sillier. he hates himself for not just going for the kiss, but his stupid heart just wasn’t ready. 

—another moment to add onto his list of missed chances.

“no one likes the alarm, but it gets the job done. now get up before i actually kiss you.”

—smooth.

minghao snickers, but doesn’t say yes or no. it’d be easier to just deny vernon’s accusation, but teasing his best friend is one of the few hobbies he has. besides, it’s fun; vernon gets flustered over the weirdest things sometimes. minghao lives off his cute reactions, though he doesn’t always get what the big deal is. whatever works, he thinks, whatever makes vernon laugh, splutter, or blush works for him. one of their friends called minghao a ‘fool for vernon’ once and he can’t deny it. he doesn’t know what he would do without vernon ( and hopes he will never have to find out ).

what’s the point of going to school anyway? minghao only cares about seeing his friends there, not about any of the subjects. and if vernon is here and not there, then he can happily stay home. if he can convince vernon to stay with him—this is vernon’s place. minghao doesn’t want to go back home and hang out alone. before he can pitch his idea, vernon grabs his face and turns him into mr. fish-lips, immediately rejecting his good morning kiss idea. “yoh breakin mff heurt,” he chokes out, resting his cheek against vernon’s arm. “not efen one?” wide-eyed and red-cheeked, he’s practically begging. he is begging.

( and it’s not even a complete joke ).

pulling away from vernon, minghao turns his back to his friend and stretches his arms forward before tucking them under the blanket. “how about we just… ditch class today?” he says finally. “you can borrow notes from yulhee later?” sucking in a breath, he turns back around and looks at vernon pleadingly. “c’mon man, i really don’t feel like getting out of bed today. not yet…” he shifts forward and lazily drapes his arm over vernon. “pleeeeease? we can go to the arcade later too! it’ll be like a fun date.”

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stolen spring

▼ @eternalle

olympus is strange.

but any realm outside his own unsettles him. hades rarely ventures beyond the underworld when he has a choice. the souls under his care are not allowed to leave; it is only fair that as their lord, he should be bound by the same rules. but there is peace in the underworld too, comfortable routine born out of a well-organized system. arrivals, judgements, punishments—save for a few intrepid heroes who seek to circumvent the place’s laws, and they are dealt with easily enough. he never wanted it ( and it is disarming to recall that ). he never wanted this place he now calls home, and for all that he’d wished it on one of his brothers, it is a part of him now, tied to his soul. hades is the underworld.

and so olympus is zeus. perhaps that is at the root of his distaste for the place. olympus is zeus, golden, glittering, merry, divinity and grandeur and debauchery under the same sky. hades’ brother is his antithesis in every way, and the less time he spends around him, the better it is for both. for this reason, his official visits to olympus are limited to one a year, but this is not official in any capacity. in fact, he hopes to leave unnoticed if he can.

he has eyes for one and one only. she is the only one he would brave this place for. shrouded in darkness, hades waits outside of demeter’s home, blending into the shadows as best he is able. the passing gods and spirits who do notice him find their eyes directed elsewhere and their memories wiped. one of the muses, melpomene, promised she would deliver his missive to persephone, asking her to meet him out here, but time has passed and he has seen no sign of her. too long and he will have to leave, defeated. thanatos rules the underworld in his stead, but every minute spent here is one zeus could discover his presence—or worse, demeter.

a figure slips out the door and hades’ head jerks up, hope blossoming in his chest. could it be persephone? spring follows in her wake. the corners of his mouth tug upwards, because now he is certain: it is her. “my queen,” he says, lightly, playfully, the lines of his face relaxing.

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@moxle

( ... )

but she didn’t want to ding dong ditch him. it really depended on if he was awake or not (she doubts he is, but the boy was full of surprises). but she didn’t want to stay there forever and keep on ringing his doorbell. that’d be too much wasted effort and she didn’t want to be a bother to him. being a nuisance to yoosung wasn’t something that appealed to her. even if they were together, she still didn’t want to make him think of her as annoying.

not knowing what to do, she decides to stand patiently and wait for a sign. if there was complete silence, she could turn around and leave. but if he opens the door, then she’ll go in. it was simple enough.

he’s trying new things. sort of.

the kim yoosung of the past was the type to be up at three in the morning playing LOLOL with his friends, a can of phd pepper beside his monitor and the glare of the brightly lit screen highlighting his deepening dark circles perfectly. going to sleep before four am was impossible. with players from all over the world, the early hours of the morning were his only chances to kick ass. so what if he had to sacrifice much-needed sleep for it?

but that’s the old him. he thinks. the temptation to log into LOLOL before bed (just an hour, he promises himself) is great, but yoosung isn’t going to break. he’s a new person! with new goals, new responsibilities, new outlook on life. and, you know, it’s really hard to play LOLOL when you’ve only got one good eye. so. complete overhaul of his habits. new kim yoosung goes to bed early after changing his bandages and wakes up at six so he can cook himself breakfast and lunch. he doesn’t nap through his classes or fail tests. theoretically.

the truth is, adjusting to a new schedule is harder than he thought it would be. most of the time, it goes like this: he goes to bed early but spends a few hours scrolling through his phone and messaging people. sleep comes at around one, if he’s lucky. he wakes up at six but doesn’t get out of bed for another hour, just staring at the ceiling in the meantime while contemplating his life, and then has to rush to get to morning classes on time.

self-discipline is tough.

this night is tougher than most. he’s still awake at three, having spent the last two hours tossing and turning in bed. joshua once said too much stress leads to an inability to fall asleep—yoosung wonders if that’s true. he has less stress in his life than before, but, hm, that’s not right. it’s a different kind of stress now. caring comes with its own side effects. he rolls onto his side and squeezes his eyes shut once again, hoping that counting sheep will help.

but the ringing of the doorbell jarrs him out of his pastoral mindscape and pulls him to his feet. yoosung’s apartment is small enough that he can hear it loud and clear, and he’s alert enough that he knows he’s not dreaming. but it’s—who would show up at his place at this hour? grabbing a sweatshirt from the foot of his bed, he slips it on and shuffles to the door.

someone completely unexpected stands on the other side. “sejeong…?” he blinks, rubs his eyes before letting his hands fall to their sides. if this is a hallucination because of all the phd pepper… maybe he needs to cut back. “sejeong,” he repeats, still unsure. his visitor is definitely her, but why? “i-it’s not like i’m not happy to see you, but it’s three in the morning and,” he glances down and winces. “i’m wearing purple boxers.” 

but sejeong’s not the kind of person to do something without a reason, and that thought spurs him into action, ushering her inside as he asks, “did something happen?”