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[caecusjin]

[ People should add Jin's AIM and talk to him:  Caecusjin

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"That’s interesting," she mused over the fact of his ‘friends’ accompanying him wherever he goes. A wind blew passed them, making her shiver slightly and she then proceeded to rub her arms for warmth. The season’s getting colder with each passing day, it’ll soon be winter before anyone would notice. "Then aren’t you and your friends not cold staying out here?"

[caecusjin]

'I'm cold.' he agreed, nodding. 'I'm not sure if my friends are cold, but I keep telling them I am, they never reply to me.' he responds with a short huff leaving his lips afterwards. He'd always been a bit childish, perhaps because he lived in his own world a little too much-- because of that he was behind on the others, experience wise it was, clinging into childish things rather than growing up. 

[caecusjin]

The man without pupils.

With his slender fingers clasper around the handle of the leash, he let his guide dog lead him the way. Soft steps echoed in the nearly deserted shop he had entered. It hardly took any seconds before he could here someone make their way over to him, his ears picked up the sound of the person’s footsteps, and knew exactly how far away he stopped from him. ‘Can I help you?’ he could hear— what seemed to be a male in his early forties— say, as to which the corners of his plup lips curled up. ‘I’m just looking around.’ he replied. 

He’s a blind person, a man born without pupils. He’s someone that lives in his own world, has his own morals, his own friends, his own idea of what the world looks like— despite it not even being close to what the actual world looks like. They call him insane, for spending every single day out, seated in the park at the very same spot every day, fingers tangled in the uncut grass, enjoying the scent everything around him. They call him insane, for talking to his friends, those friends that live inside of his head, merely because they’re not able to see them. He blames it on them being blind, as they are very much visible to him, they’re his friends, and just like everyone else, he talks to them.

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[kibum-limbus-deactivated2015010]

“Seokjin.." Kibum repeated, to make sure he memorized it. "..Do you live near here?.. Aren’t you cold?.. It’s a bit cold out tonight.." He smiled to himself and looked up at the stars in the sky. "..Although, sometimes the peace beats out the cold and even if you’re cold, you’d still sit out here until you couldn’t anymore.." Kibum gave a soft laugh and looked at the other. "Do you mind if I sit with you?..”

[caecusjin]

'I'm not cold.' he replied as he shook his head slowly, unaware if the other would be able to see that at all. 'It's nice, isn't it? Sitting here and enjoying your time, I mostly come here with my friends.' he explains to the other, fingers repeatedly pulling grass from the dirt. 'But when I want to be alone, I come here too, I'm always able to hear people talking here, I don't like it when it's too quiet.'

[scarsoftheneversandmaybes]

[ellyxbby-deactivated20140523]

She couldn’t help but to laugh at his attempt to see the time. It should he was comfortable with not seeing. It certainly took a load off of her to be careful with her words. But even if she wasn’t, she wouldn’t notice since she was always so blunt. “I thought so you like coming here. Are your friends here? Or do they follow you around as well?” She brought her legs closer to her torso, resting her chin on her knees as she looked at him, interested with his world.

[caecusjin]

'They go with me wherever I go.' he replied as if it was the most normal thing, which it was to him at least. It didn't happen a lot that people would pay any kind of interested in him or his friends, most avoided him as they were unsure of what to say, afraid of him almost, purely because he didn't see. He always thought it would be a lot easier for them instead, since he couldn't see them, he wouldn't be able to judge much either. Wasn't it a lot easier if you could talk to a person withough seeing them? Wasn't that why they created chat programs for on the internet?

[ellyxbby-deactivated20140523]

His voice was soft, it matched his features, they were soft as well. Hyojin had an instinct like she wanted to protect him from some reason. But she’ll do it unconsciously. He’s been taking care of himself just as fine so far, why would he need help now she thought. Hearing his name, she bowed her head slightly out of habit, knowing very well that he can’t see her. “Seokjin. Please to meet you,” she smiled softly, pulling the coat tighter around her. “How long have you been sitting out here? I’ve always tried to come to this park earlier than you, but it seems like you’ll always beat me to it.”

[caecusjin]

He smiles, the fact that she told him about having seen him more than once wasn't a surprise to him, he knew it and he always knew she was there, it's what made him interested, though he was happy she had finally decided to approach him. 'Since.. mhmm..'  He brought up his arm, eyes glancing down to where he figured his wrist was, as if looking at the time on his wristwatch. Not being able to see wasn't as bad to him, he didn't mind joking around about it. 'It's been some hours.' he replied, a cheerful tone in his voice as he lowered his hand. 'I always enjoy coming here.'

[caecusjin]

kibum-limbus

Kibum smiled a bit more and nodded, sitting beside the other. “..You think so? It really is peaceful.. I come here to write a lot. What are you doing here?.." He questioned the other curiously and watched his actions, curious of the other. "My name is Kibum..”

A writer, was the first thing he wrote on a mental note. A long with the word writer, a web of words formed in his mind. A writer-- Someone who's most likely a thinker, a believer, and someone who's passionate. When listening to his voice, combined with the word-web in his mind, he figured it must've been a male in his twenties, someone with soft features, and dark hair. Maybe long hair? 'Seokjin.' he introduced, with a slow nod.

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Hyojin merely stared at him. How he was sitting, how his fingers danced along with the tall grass, how his eyes stared at the surrounding around them and at her. She knew he was blind. She knew it for a while after days of watching him from afar. Though his eyes might come off as scary, she didn’t mind. She merely found them interesting, she’d seen scarier things anyways. “Elly,” she replied. “Elly’s the name. And you are?”

[caecusjin]

'Elly..' he let her name roll of his lips, only to purse his lips just a little afterwards in thought. He liked the sound of it, it sounded sweet yet it sounded like the name of someone that very much knew what she wanted and when, which was a good thing to him. Someone who was straight to the point, and very clear, yet not unfriendly because of that-- or so he guessed. He tugged some grass out of the dirt. 'Seokjin, Kim Seokjin.' he liked telling other's his name, he liked his name. It was very.. him.

[caecusjin]

Kibum walked up to the other, seeing that he was sitting in the park in the same place he usually sat to relax and think. It was freezing out, so he wondered what the other was doing out there. He hoped he wasn't there for long. "..Hello." He offered a small smile toward the other. "You like to sit here too?"

His legs crossed and hands buried deep inside the uncut grass, he had clearly heard the other coming, this his brown orbs were very clear to be seen, his eyes open widely, he hadn’t seen him coming. The voice echoing through his mind. He gave a small nod. ‘It’s nice, it smells like flowers.’

[caecusjin]

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Hyojin was surprised that he had heard her let alone answered her. She finally decided to sit down a few feet from him just in case he minded. She mimicked him, running her hands through the grass. “Do your friends mind me sitting here with you?”

The way her voice sounded soft and quite soothing, he felt as if she would be a beautiful person, if not appearance wise she would be personality wise. He shook his head, his eyes opened yet completely brown with not a hint of emotion found in them-- to most it was a scary sight, but he wouldn't know. 'They don't.' he replied shortly, his plump lips now curled up in a wider smile. 'What's your name?'

[caecusjin]

[ Rather than just following, please reblog my post, it would help me out a little more. 

[caecusjin]

"There's no one there." She said to herself as she kept on watching the younger talk to the air around him. Hyojin has been passing by the park and just one day she caught sight of him. She came back everyday, despite the cold, just to see him. She did wanted to talk to him but he was always deep in his conversation, she had no heart to interrupt him. "Must be good company then you're having," she said to herself.

Like any other day he was seated in the still uncut grass, his slender fingers playing around with the grass. He was busy having a conversation with one of his “friends”, a smile graced his features as he was happily answering the questions he received. His pupil-less eyes were opened and “staring” into a distance, though he couldn’t see anything, he could very much hear the actual people talk about him as they passed by, and once again he could hear that familiar voice. A voice he had heard many times, it belonged to what seemed to be a female in her late-teens or early-twenties. Her words were never harsh, unlike the other people he had over-heard. He had started liking her soft words, almost feeling as if she was part of the group of friends he had, but she wasn’t, he knew that. However each time, he replied her.  ’You’re right, my friends are very nice to me.’ 

[caecusjin]

The man without pupils.

With his slender fingers clasper around the handle of the leash, he let his guide dog lead him the way. Soft steps echoed in the nearly deserted shop he had entered. It hardly took any seconds before he could here someone make their way over to him, his ears picked up the sound of the person's footsteps, and knew exactly how far away he stopped from him. 'Can I help you?' he could hear-- what seemed to be a male in his early forties-- say, as to which the corners of his plup lips curled up. 'I'm just looking around.' he replied. 

He’s a blind person, a man born without pupils. He’s someone that lives in his own world, has his own morals, his own friends, his own idea of what the world looks like— despite it not even being close to what the actual world looks like. They call him insane, for spending every single day out, seated in the park at the very same spot every day, fingers tangled in the uncut grass, enjoying the scent everything around him. They call him insane, for talking to his friends, those friends that live inside of his head, merely because they’re not able to see them. He blames it on them being blind, as they are very much visible to him, they’re his friends, and just like everyone else, he talks to them.

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