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" at the end ... i hope at least music will remain. "

[cr-wine]

have a little fun

mingming is embarrassing when drunk, he believes this to be a fact. he often gets clingy, confesses his nonexistent crushes for people, and he’s overall just annoying. yet, yet the male keeps drinking, yet he has so many friends that he go out and have drinks with. it’s quite weird if you think too closely into it, but mingming would suggest you don’t to that. to the point, mingming was out with a friend to get a drink (again), he was twirling the soju in his glass, it tasted good yet not good at the same time. mingming mostly enjoyed the taste of alcohol, and he every now and then had a bit of alcohol because of the taste, but mostly he was drinking to get drunk, to escape from reality for a little while.

“so” mingming took a sip and then looked at the other ( @craureolin​ ), he put his heads in his hand and rested it, “tell me, how has life been to you lately? anything new?” mingming tilted his head. he felt like those questions could get a conversation started, and when the conversation first was started, it would be easy enough, after all, mingming is a good talker.

[craureolin]

   the sound of glasses being shifted on the table is only response mingming gets for a moment. rather typical of the violinist to not verbally respond to something in a reasonable time frame--that is, if he replies at all. but hui has never truly left any of his friends hanging for too long. he is merely too focused on making sure the area in front of him is sitting in what he deems an orderly fashion. the shot glass of soju sitting just a few inches beside his taller glass of cider. the bottle of soju sitting between him and mingming. 

   his expression doesn’t even give away if he had heard that the other said anything or not, but once hui is content with his placement of everything he raises his head to look at mingming. expression empty, and his tone is the same soft monotone it always is as he replies. “I’m working on a composition for a backtrack to a show.” it’s said like someone might have asked him about the weather, eyes dropping to his shot glass then to finally take a drink. the alcohol is a familiar burn in the back of his throat. it reminds him that he should add something else to his reply and he offers an even quieter. “And you, mingming?” 

[craureolin]

U0 ; sunset

cr-vermilion​:

       [...]

         he hopes hui can forgive him.

         “you’re still playing.”  it’s a question, but he doesn’t phrase it as such.  “if you continue to put strain on it, i’m afraid it won’t fully recover.”

         he doesn’t let go.

         ( he shouldn’t have let go in the first place. )

         ( – your fault.  it’s your fault.  you were the one who dropped out.  the one who disappeared.  and now he’s here.  he found you – at long last.  how do you feel?  sorry?  guilty?  you should.  asshole.  )

         “when is your next performance?”

     sil speaks -- it’s him, really him. his voice has changed but not so much that it doesn’t instantly bring up millions of memories. even if it sounds so strange hearing his actual name from those lips. he speaks, and hui feels himself being snapped back into reality. a reality in which his oldest and closest friend is now before him after being gone for so long. 

              his chest aches with emotions that he doesn’t understand.

    but he doesn’t show any of this on his face, his expression empty as if this were just another day in an average life. he doesn’t let anything show as his hand is carefully drawn into the others hold. doesn’t react to how sil’s touch is burning. a red hot heat that seeps into his skin every place the other touches. 

    and each time his touch leaves, that spot feels cold. familiar hands, yet unfamiliar at the same time tending to him with a gentleness that he had not realized he missed so much. 

          it’s sil , and he’s alive , and he’s here. but the words continue to escape him. what could he say? what does he want to say? 

    it’s easy to listen to sil speak, not only does hui not have any thing to say just yet but the sound of his friends voice is as comforting as his own violin. hui wants to keep listening. wants the other to continue talking--to not stop. in hopes that he wouldn’t vanish before hui’s very eyes once again. he listens, hearing the concern for his hands, the questions for his music. 

    never once does he stop staring at the face of the person he had yearned to see for some time now. 

      “the next exams.” the words tumblr smoothly from his lips, tone soft and volume low as it always is. as if he is unused to using his words and yet he still speaks with the grace of someone trained in speaking. “i will be presenting a new original for the next performance in three weeks.” 

                     will you come? 

[craureolin]

cr-grey​:

resemblance.

[ ... ]

“Is it really alright to fall asleep here?” Sangwook asked quietly, his fingers trailing from where they were buried in Hui’s hair to his neck, lingering only for a second before walking back up again. “What if you get your stuff stolen?” To be honest, that was likely the worst that could happen in this area. It was the university, and many students were constantly walking about.

Though their ears were often plugged by music and their eyes typically glued to phones, should something happen, at least one of them would notice. Then, all it would take would be for that one person to drop to their knees in prayer. Boom, a crime would be unraveled then. A pity, but such was the way of the world. 

“Want to come over to my place?” He asked. “Let’s go, I’ll make you strawberry sorbet.” 

        warm... so warm... want to sleep.

   despite being awake at odd hours of the night, hui has always preferred day time. if only because the warmth of the sun leaves him feeling so comfortable and at ease. tension melting from his muscles as he sits under the familiar rays, not at all caring that he’s in public. 

   he’s never been one to fear things such as letting his guard down in public. actually, one could say hui never really has his guard up. the quiet man content to let life do as it will around him. he has yet to experience any thing to tragic--at least by his standards. naïve of him? perhaps. 

   a hand on his head, in his hair, draws a quiet hum from the violinist. one eye peeking open just enough to see who decided to interrupt him. only to shut once more when a familiar face floods his line of site. 

   “...hi..” he speaks, softly and quiet enough that the words could have been carried away by the wind. curling his body just enough towards sangwook to show his approval of the affection. not at all worried about anything being stolen or anything, thus he ends up ignoring the others first questions. 

       moments like this, peaceful moments. ah, he could live in this moment forever. perhaps even better than holding his violin.... almost. 

    he opens his eyes again a the offer of a cold strawberry treat. the musician eyeing his friend for a silent moment before he slowly sits up. his hair is tussled from laying in the grass, and there’s bits of nature stuck to his shirt but hui pays it no mind. merely nodding his agreement. 

[craureolin]

U0 ; treble maker

   it’s common to find hui on the grounds of a university. the violinist and his ample free time taking up some volunteer positions in the music departments outside of giving concertos. it gives him something to do when that isn’t practicing until his fingers fall off. 

        take a breather, refocus your energies.. 

  even if he wanted to be at practice right now he knows his agent would find a way to force him to rest. a conversation he wouldn’t want to have and thus is avoiding it.

   his eyes drift back into focus when his ears pick up a lovely sound, slowing in his walk ( though he had already been moving at a slow pace ) to try and figure out where the sound is coming from. he lets his senses guide him, following the sound until it leads him to the one singing. 

   curious eyes land on the younger boy, pausing a reasonable distance away to observe. singing was not a musical talent he ever explored, sure he hums sometimes but his skill and passion lies in violin--instruments. 

   when the song the other was singing comes to an end, hui’s hands raise to clap softly. though he doesn’t say anything verbally, his eyes are bright and there’s a small almost invisible smile on his lips. @cr-azure

[craureolin]

U0 ; sunset

           beep , beep , chattering beside him , beep , someone coughs. 

   the waiting room was bustling with life and death and noises that set him on edge in a way he hadn’t thought was possible. ​hyper aware of every person in the room even though he had just walked in , it is not a place he finds himself comfortable to be in. it is not a place he wants to be in. but yet. 

    his hand twinges as he shifts it slightly as he finishes sighing a document at the front counter. a nurse is already standing beside him to show him to the room. his family name and the money in his wallet meaning he ( luckily ) will not be forced to actually wait with the group of sick strangers. lovely people, he’s sure, but he rather let his hand stay sore than sit there. 

      there are eyes, watching. stares of a few. do they know him? does he want to know if they do? his gaze averts. 

   the walk down the hall felt like it took forever. the nurse explaining to him that they already had a doctor ready ( her tone was polite--intimidated, he made hre nervous ) and he shouldn’t have to wait to long. he listens with half an ear as his eyes keep track of the path she takes him. a doctors assistant huh? 

     he bows his head a little as she slides the door open and gestures for him to enter, his mind having already drifted to the composition he was working on for the next class evaluation. final year, need to stay sharp. so he almost doesn’t realize someone is already in the room.

    his eyes raise, expression bored even though he feels his heart skip in his chest as they land on a familiar face. though the time they’ve been apart has aged that face a bit -- he would never forget it.  

            do i speak? should i ? will he know me anymore? and hui finds himself staring in the face of his old friend. @cr-vermilion

[craureolin]

 hheelllloooo! sliding in with this bright music boye huiqing! im excite to be here and get going on him. ive been struggling lately with writing but his muse is rather strong so im hoping this will get me into a groove!! tho that being said its also finals season for me so i will be sporadic though i will try my best to be active!! 

anyhow --- huiqing , or hui as he prefers. 

he’s 29 year old professional violinist. rich kid who doesn’t have to worry about anything so he just spends his days playing music. he’s a nice guy but he’s rather emotionally stunted and thus he tends to come off as aloof or even mean. his expressions tending to be blank or bored. he doesn’t mean to seem mean it just happens!! he’s really just a cat tbh bUT YEAH under cut i’ll throw up some wanted connections or plot ideas but otherwise~~ just dm me!

music bond ; another person into the music world either because you play something or you sing or maybe you produce / write. just someone who can bond with hui over music! 

music bond pt 2 ; a fan? someone who knows of hui via his personal performances / knows of the songs he has composed and sold so you know him via another artist. he takes part in violin competitions rather often ( and is often in first place ) so he is well know to those in the music world or who are fans of music 

rich kid life ; someone else in high society who would know him via his parents . this could be a childhood connections where you both were forced to fancy parties and such, or just a business connection later in life

through hate ; someone who either in this universe or in a future one, will end up being at odds with hui. maybe you don’t like how blunt he is, or how he tends to seem pretentious. or maybe he’s offended you--or even reverse, perhaps you made hui angry / upset. either way every time you see each other its like seconds from sword fighting ( maybe even literally one day ) 

stilted love ; an ex who might still have feelings for hui -- or a like fwb situation where you caught feelings. but hui is both oblivious and emotionally stunted so he doesn’t feel the same / never realizes your feelings. meaning he probably keeps saying or doing things that are hurtful -- yet you keep coming back for some reason . 

just for tonight ; a one night stand that keeps happening only because you both end up in the same place at the right time. hui tends to frequent late night cafes / music venues so it’s not odd to find him out and about. 

partners in crime? ; someone who keeps enabling hui’s horrible sleeping habits by also being awake at random fucking hours and thus the two of you can hang out . this probably often means y’all are at hui’s studio at 3 am 

the underling ; hui helps out music departments of universities sometimes but that doesn’t mean he has ever saw himself as a teacher and yet... here you are. either piano or violin , you end up asking hui to teach you how to play and for some reason he agrees

minor ideas are like ; university school mates, underclassmen who he looks after now because he still helps out the university , someone who is at the cafe he goes to (daily), someone to get into a physical fight with him? 

[cpopstuff]

[shiruba-tsuki]

He had emotions, like everyone else. But the size of both his heart and his emotions was far more overwhelming than most. It was like just the act of being alive pained him. Happiness, sadness, and pain… They were all amplified exponentially for Ugetsu, and he kept it buried far deeper than a normal person would.

[linyanjun8]

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[evanism88]

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