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starter for @parcsite

It’s the first familiar person. The first visit. Even his grandmother hasn’t dared to come yet, though she promised to. When it’s announced his visitor is a male, Inyoung has a hunch of who it might be. Someone who’s probably drunk, someone he’s known for a while, someone who messaged him right before he was taken in. A person in their right mind and more on the normal side would feel relieved, happy, emotional even, but Inyoung can only think about his own heart palpitations and wish he gets to smell Han’s breath. He trusts it stinks of booze and reminds him of heaven. The alcohol withdrawals are driving him mad.

He’s led to the room where his friend waits, and a grin splits his face instantly. It’s been a while. Han is the one rare person who has stuck thorough his life, when it has been so easy for him to abandon people and drop relationships. Inyoung sits down, agitated despite his smile, and he leans in towards the glass to smell anything. Or see better, since nothing immediately wafts into his nose. “You’re back?”

#parcsite

❝ do you smell that? that’s the smell of freedom. ❞

THE FIVE SENSES / SENTENCE STARTERS .

Freedom? Inyoung filled his lungs to have a taste of it and compare it to the smell of everyday life. About the same. Only that he smelled the girl’s scent too, that being the only, rather nice, new addition. He looked at the other in slight confusion and slowly scratched the back of his head. “I don’t know… It smells just like plain fresh air to me. I think better smell of freedom is-”, he stopped abruptly. Such vague thing. “Isn’t it freshly printed money? Gasoline, because it allows you to get on the road? Or the ocean? I don’t really know. But it surely isn’t this. Why would it be just this?”

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❝ get that light out of my face. ❞

THE FIVE SENSES / SENTENCE STARTERS .

“But,” Inyoung opened his mouth, and had to pause to try swallowing the roughness and hoarseness in his voice. One couldn’t see in the darkness, but it was new one couldn’t talk either. The shelter they were under was the only one around, barely covering them from the downpour, but it was still better than running through the rain to someplace better. The nearest place should’ve been... Far. Inyoung didn’t know how far, he had only been walking around aimlessly and gotten lost. Like on any other day.

He pointed the other’s neck with the flashlight next, figuring that was all right if lighting his face wasn’t. He was still curious of who he was with, and could surely figure out from the posture too, the clothes, movement, smell... The stranger had talked too, but that hadn’t rang any bells. Inyoung stepped closer, letting the light wander from the other’s shoulders to his chest, and leaned in closer to sniff him. Didn’t everything smell clearer when it rained or was that just his own reasoning? “Who are you? Why are you here?”

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「 continued from here 」 @ofkngs

His hands had been hovering above the man’s face for long minutes. There was blood on the ground, now under his own knees, too. The man looked dead but his chest was still rising, and there were faint puffs of air against his palms. Inyoung knew he should’ve reacted differently. He should’ve felt something else but curiosity, panic perhaps, or whatever saved people in difficult situations. There should’ve been that little voice in his head telling what was the right thing to do, or a friend by his side to instruct him.

Inyoung’s fingers had eventually lowered down to touch the other’s face, surprised how cold one could feel. His fingertips had grazed along the features, the chin, cheekbones, and he would’ve let them wander higher if the body hadn’t suddenly come alive. Inyoung didn’t get frightened, but listened closely to the nonsense that was suddenly coming out of the half-dead’s mouth.

“I live close,” he replied awkwardly, frowning, and turned to look behind where he’d come from. It’d been approximately ten minutes, it should take only that long to bring the stranger to warmth. Make-out sessions he would consider again when the other would look more alive and less bloody, the thought of insisting they’d do it now almost making him burst into improper laughter. Inyoung’s hands dropped behind the other’s neck, proceeded to grab his shoulders, and eventually slid under his upper back as he tried to figure what’d be the best way to help him up. With bit of a struggling he managed to get them standing, and letting the man rest half over his hunched back, he started walking back toward home, in much slower steps.

#ofkngs #{ hiking path was a perfect choice! thank you~ and sorry that i didn't take this much anywhere in this reply orz... }

vaememes

THE FIVE SENSES / SENTENCE STARTERS .

some may be nsfw and / or be triggering.

01 : TOUCH .

❝ i love this [ FABRIC ], it feels satisfying. ❞

❝ your touch. it leaves me breathless. ❞

❝ your touch is unlike any other. ❞

❝ have you ever felt anything more comfortable? ❞

❝ feel this. what does it feel like to you? ❞

❝ i wanted to see what it felt like. ❞

❝ touch it. i dare you. ❞

❝ you felt ice cold when i touched you. ❞

❝ you feel warm to me. ❞

❝ i love the feel of [ FABRIC ] against my skin. ❞

❝ i love the feel of your skin against mine. ❞

❝ i would never touch anyone else. ❞

❝ i love the feel of your hair between each of my fingers. ❞

❝ don’t you dare touch me. ❞

❝ i want to feel your lips against my own. ❞

❝ i can feel your pulse. it jumped. ❞

❝ let me give you a massage. ❞

❝ you feel like home to me. ❞

02 : TASTE .

❝ i love the taste of you. ❞

❝ i can never forget that taste. ❞

❝ fair warning, it does have a bitter taste. ❞

❝ no offense, you just aren’t my taste. ❞

❝ can i have a taste of that? ❞

❝ i have yearned for the taste of your lips. ❞

❝ that tasted pretty good actually. ❞

❝ it just left a really bad taste in my mouth so no thanks. ❞

❝ nothing taste better than chocolate. ❞

❝ i’ve got something you might want to taste. ❞

❝ i will forever savor that taste. ❞

❝ blood has such a metallic taste. ❞

❝ my taste buds are mad at me after eating that. ❞

❝ how’s it feel to get a taste of your own medicine? ❞

❝ you didn’t even taste it. ❞

❝ trust me, you’ll want to taste this. ❞

❝ i think it has a bit of bitter sweet taste. ❞

❝ so you tasted it, did you like it? ❞

03 : SIGHT .

❝ i see you. ❞

❝ i’ve never seen things so clearer than i do now. ❞

❝ it’s too dark, i can’t see anything. ❞

❝ how can you see anything? it’s pitch dark. ❞

❝ i’ve looked close enough and i see you for what you are. ❞

❝ please, just look at me. ❞

❝ stop staring at me like that. ❞

❝ get that light out of my face. ❞

❝ it’s so bright outside today. ❞

❝ what’s wrong? what did you see? ❞

❝ you’re scared, you must have saw something. ❞

❝ what i saw, you’ll never believe me. ❞

❝ i’ve never seen you before. ❞

❝ have we seen one another before? ❞

❝ you see me for what i truly am. ❞

❝ i didn’t see anything. ❞

❝ did you see that? ❞

❝ i can’t believe my eyes. ❞

04 : SOUND .

❝ shhh, i just heard something. ❞

❝ did you hear that? ❞

❝ what is that sound? ❞

❝ i missed the sound of your voice. ❞

❝ do you hear me? stay away from me. ❞

❝ i hear you, loud and clear. ❞

❝ i’m sorry, what was that? i didn’t hear you. ❞

❝ i’ve heard that sound before. ❞

❝ you didn’t hear anything at all? ❞

❝ can you hear what they’re saying? ❞

❝ aw, i love the sound of music. ❞

❝ i never said i could hear them. ❞

❝ wait, hear that? something is coming. ❞

❝ i could hear screams … ❞

❝ i heard you all the way upstairs. ❞

❝ you didn’t just hear that? that sound? that noise? ❞

❝ trust me, you’re going to want to hear this. ❞

❝ please, just hear me out. ❞

05 : SMELL .

❝ what is that smell? ❞

❝ i have missed your smell. ❞

❝ you smell nice. ❞

❝ it’s unlike anything i’ve smelled before. ❞

❝ i smell the food cooking from here. ❞

❝ do you smell that? ❞

❝ how are you able to smell that? ❞

❝ no offense but it really smells. ❞

❝ it’s starting to smell. ❞

❝ tell me, you’ve smelled this before. ❞

❝ i know that smell, it’s the smell of lies. ❞

❝ i can smell you from here. ❞

❝ are you smelling me? ❞

❝ i missed the smell of your hair. ❞

❝ i need to step away, get some fresh air. ❞

❝ do you smell that? that’s the smell of freedom. ❞

❝ i could never erase your smell. ❞

❝ i can smell the fear on you from here. ❞

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caesmae:

She had been waiting patiently, her fingers tapping against the wall she rested her palm to. She could tell, from the very first minute, that he wouldn’t succeed but then again.. who was she to take away his last hope. However when more and more minutes passed and item after item seemed to fail, she spoke up. Though she had expected him to give up. Was this even his house? What if they were breaking in– He seemed to be reading her thoughts as he pointed out that this was not the case and so she chuckled. ‘Alright.. are you sure?’ It didn’t seem like a great idea to climb through windows.. but somehow she got a little excited at the thought. ‘We can.. try?’ She eventually suggested, lips curling into a smile suggesting that she was pretty down for the idea. ‘If it doesn’t work, I guess you’ll have to sleep on the streets, mhm?’ She teased.

Inyoung passed the first large windows on the side of the house, knowing they couldn’t be opened and for certain not shattered. The birds inside should’ve been in their respective cages, but wasn’t there always a risk they’d fly away and leave him if a hole appeared on the wall? The windows in the back led to his bedroom, another to his kitchen, the blinds lowered and covering everything inside. Inyoung knocked on the first one, testing its thickness.

“On the streets?” Inyoung turned to the woman swiftly, scrunched his nose and pushed her in revenge. “If this isn’t going to work, I’m going to sleep at your place and not on the streets! This one isn’t open." Inyoung’s palms had returned to the glass, pressing it in from where it should’ve opened. He gave it a firmer push if it happened to be just tight, before giving up and moving on to the next one. “You should find us a big, big rock we can swing at these if this one isn’t opening either.”

#caesmae #{ it's all right hon! we can definitely write these two too~ no need for a new starter c: }

{ I just spent too much time on pinterest looking for ideas for Inyoung’s house and creating THIS (ノ﹏ヽ) such sucker for details. I’m welcoming everyone over to his place, and now I’ll do something actually productive and will get to replies later-- }

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「 continued from here 」 @enokh

Inyoung has lost his friend in the jungle of broken machines that nature has long ago started reclaiming, while he keeps squatting down to pick up random items. The wilderness is pure heaven. A place where he could settle down and live if it didn’t get so cold during these months of a year. How else would he have use for those roller coaster carriages that lay in ditches? He couldn’t drag them home, they wouldn’t have fitted in his car. Here he could sleep in them, sit in them, enjoy the travels he went to inside his own head.

Inyoung has gotten up to proceed to the next brook when Enoch appears in his face, shoving something to him. “A memory?” He repeats dumbly, with a manic grin spreading across his face. His thumbs dab along the teddy bear’s ragged fur, and he swears the best item that could be found from this place now lays in his hands. Enoch in turn, if he is such a good digger and gifter, should stay by his side at all times.

“And there...” Inyoung searches through his own pockets, handing over a small handle of a gaming machine that’s the best he’s got. “This one’s for you.” It almost twinges to give away something so special, but he bites his lip and forces the grin to stay. The plush is still worth a ten small handles. Seeing the other ruffle his hair makes Inyoung instinctively place his dirty hand in Enoch’s hair, too, and mess it up a little, before he starts jumping to the direction he was about to go next. “Come on. I want to climb some, the roller coaster tracks want me on them!”

#enokh #{ so i continued this! hope it's all right }

pleicdes:

[ ✈ ] Now, come to think of it. The unusual chill may be something unusual, and maybe a little terrifying for someone who is afraid of these peculiar happenings. The cold, the first time he felt it, he embraced it like it was carrying warmth along with it. It was as though the air shaped into his mother’s arms, as though the cold transformed into her warm embrace, enveloping him the way she did when he was young or the way she trapped him around her fragile body with the little strength left on her. Maybe that was why he has grown so used to the cold. He embraced it thinking it was warmth.

A failed conception of the mind.

“Yup, not that I want to scare you, but yes, I did, indeed. But who knows? Maybe those ghosts are selective. Maybe they won’t bother you. If they do really exist.” His lips are pressed, quivering, a chuckle threatening its release as he observes the younger. Finally, he lets it out, one hand extending to lightly pat his shoulder. “Chill. It’s just the air.” Just the air. Right.

“I wouldn’t mind spoiling a lovely grandmother such as her.” And perhaps it is a fact that he may have treated the old woman like the way he would his grandmother or even his mother. A displacement of affections that has lost its recipient – but the woman deserves it. She’s kind, he sees it in the way she had taken good care of Inyoung and even of him in the few instances when he’d visit her. There was warmth in her that only mothers can give. “Grandma should always feel she’s very important. And don’t worry, I have something for you too. I’ll bring it once I drop by your house.” He turns to him, just after he had stuffed his bag with a roll of paper he has found in one of the drawers. “I had no intentions of travelling before, but there’s something about it that makes you discover yourself, bit by bit. Especially when you’re by yourself. Is there any country or just a place you’d always dreamed of visiting?” Inyoung is capable of going elsewhere, but Dio wouldn’t really blame him if he doesn’t want to. Who would want to leave from a place you felt safe all the time?

( When it starts to feel unsafe. )

He keeps the thought to himself.

“Oh, I have more than just a photo. I have videos of Minjae. He’s a lovely child.” Perhaps his family’s past may be too unsettling to discuss but be it about Minjae and he’d be more than willing to share. It is one of the brighter parts of the story of his life – half connected by blood yet a child he adored so much. Blissful innocence, as it is something he had lost early on, amazes him. “I’ll show you later over dinner, how’s that?” He glances back at him before he stood up to proceed to his room.

The room is a cage where memories are kept aside from the inner crevices of his mind. One step into the room and it will all come rushing in, moments such as her mother sneaking inside on an early morning, to plant kisses on his face to wake him up. Or such as whenever he hears two firm knocks on his door and he knew it’s his father. Or when he, at nine years old, enters the room alone, bruised body and heart, gentle face tainted with blood and tears. These and all other memories are the true ghosts of this house.

He decides to lock it down. His thoughts. The door that paves way for memories to surge.

He enters, goes straight to his closet to get a notebook – his music notebook he had left, and then that one box of old things, before he rushes back to the living room. The soft click of the doorknob that signifies the closing of the bedroom’s door relieves him.

“Have you ever had a cassette tape player before?” He motions Inyoung to follow him as he sat on the carpet instead, picking up things from the box. He knows he had it here somewhere, so his hands dived into the pile of plastic toys and play cards until he feels the cold metal upon his fingers. Scooping it up, Dio sees the player he had used for a good several years. It has a tape inside – he barely knows the contents. Maybe some silly voice recordings he did before, maybe an actual song he composed when he was young, or maybe a recording of the sounds of the streets. “Let’s see if this one still works, you can have it if it does.” One ear piece is placed on his one ear while he raised the other one for the younger to take. He is ready to press play and he wishes the sound to be the latest out of the three. He liked it best. The city streets have always calmed him.

Selective ghosts? And they have selected Dio, while he gets to walk around untouched. Could it be certain people weren’t visible to spirits, and he roamed their world without being seen? Inyoung’s eyes wander over Dio’s arms while he slowly stops rubbing his own. He wishes to see goosebumps, or anything on the skin signifying Dio is being touched the very moment, in this place. The pat on his shoulder makes him jump, give a weird laugh and forget all previous thoughts. It’s just air. Inyoung believes that without any more questioning.

“You’re right she should feel important. My grandma is the greatest woman ever lived,” he speaks routinely, been used to put her first, think her as superior, trust her every decision and opinion. It feels right for others to be complimenting her, too, almost mandatory every now and then. Something’s missing of a friendship if it doesn’t contain conversations of parents or family, though often friendships don’t even get to form when Inyoung inquires hurtful details from people with difficult pasts during first meetings. He can’t sense there is much wrong with Dio’s; the man answers his questions sometimes vaguely, but doesn’t avoid them or straight out tell him to quit talking.

“You get to know yourself when you travel?” Inyoung repeats, nearly whispering. It sounds like a lie that couldn’t be true. "Did you go abroad and then get hooked? I know many people who start traveling all the time after they go out once. I know people like me too, who go out once and decide that’s it.” Country he’s dreamed of visiting? Inyoung gets silent thinking of it, eventually shaking his head. “I don’t really even leave Seoul, but I think it’d be nice to visit some other South-Korean cities.” No. The thought makes him stressed immediately, as if he should leave right now on a road trip for saying so, and he quickly shakes his head again. “I like Seoul the best. I’ve walked the same streets over and over and I like walking them. You’ll find me from here in fifty years!" There’s a short, bubbly laugh. “Where are you going to be?”

Inyoung finds his enthusiasm back knowing he’s going to see a video of Minjae - not real equivalent to a photograph but will do. Dinner isn’t going to happen anytime soon but he trusts Dio’s memory to be better than his own, and that he’ll remember to show the lovely child later.

Dio disappears, but Inyoung’s feet take only couple steps to the direction he goes. It feels too hurried, abrupt, and confuses him enough to have him consider where to proceed. The door gets locked as the other returns, confirming Inyoung has got no business to do in that room. Knowing that makes him more curious, has his fingers twitching and heart rate increasing. Natural desire for things you can’t have. As easily as he gets agitated, he can be distracted, and the question that Dio lures him away with is a spot on.

There’s almost a feeling of affection, fleeting and quicker than a gush of wind. Inyoung doesn’t catch what it is, he never has enough time to realize he does have emotions. Cassette players, however, are dear to him. No matter how much he dislikes calling anything dear. There’s two in his house: one which belonged to his grandparents, broken now. His grandmother had thrown it away years ago, forbidden him from taking in broken trash, but he’d stored it away in secret and brought home once he had a home. The second one was from a secondhand shop, expensive, gigantic one he’d bought himself.

What Dio lifts from the box is smaller device, the kind he’s never had but desperately wants to. “I have one at home, a big one that can play vinyl records, too,” Inyoung informs as he sits down next to Dio, palms pressed against the carpet. His eyes are wide, eager, and slightly teary since he doesn’t have time to blink. He takes the ear piece without hesitation and frowns in concentration, hoping for songs he’s listened before. As a kid he played his grandparent’s folk cassettes, and listened to traditional music from the radio which he recorded to some pieces he knew his guardians wouldn’t listen to. He never got caught.

“What is this?” Inyoung looks up as it’s certainly not one of those voices from the 60s.

#pleicdes #{ it's been so long but i decided to reply since your reply isn't more than one month old either }#{ i was actually really happy coming here some time ago to see someone had still replied to me though i disappeared ;;; so if you're coming #back again here's a reply for you too! }#{ happy new year! i hope you're doing well. }

「 continued from here 」 @aniimvs

The response wasn’t what he expected to hear, the reaction wasn’t either. Didn’t people always laugh like they had something stuck in their throats before disregarding this topic? Inyoung stared at the bouncing girl with wide eyes, grin stuck on his face that was only spreading. Finally things happened the way he wished they always did: getting friends just by pointing at them and calling them such. He was going to keep this one. At least for today.

Inyoung grabbed the face that came close to his. Her excitement was contagious, and his own limbs and mind were starting to become restless. He wanted to get moving, too, he wanted to talk as much as enthusiastically. “Can you do street art? Tags? I know so many secluded places that need some coloring... How about l show you one and you teach me to do stuff?” Inyoung shook the girl’s head before letting his hands drop and snake around their arm. Knowing she’d say yes, since she had agreed they were buddies too, he started leading them to the direction of busier streets without hearing her real answer.

#aniimvs #{ oh you remember me? ;u; thank you!! }#{ SHE IS SO HYPER AND CUTE--- i wonder what kind of a mess it'll be with these two together }#{ also happy new year! }

'How many times haven't you done this already, don't you see it's not going to work..' — Aemi

Inyoung immediately stopped picking at the lock, the pin still inside, his brows still stuck in a concentrated frown. How many items had he already used? There were million alternatives in his pockets - pros for picking up all kinds of garbage from the ground and carrying them around. But the small nail hadn’t worked, the paper clip hadn’t, someone else’s key hadn’t... Inyoung glanced over his shoulder at the woman, an excited gleam in his eyes. “Maybe we should try the windows? My birdsitter has a spare key but they’re currently in Busan,” he hummed in thought, and tossed the pin aside as he stood up. “If none is open we could break the kitchen window....” Thinking of breaking one’s own window shouldn’t get anyone so excited, yet Inyoung felt adrenaline pumping through his veins. He didn’t think twice his decision, but paced determinedly to the backyard. “I swear this is my own house and we’re not breaking in. I seriously just lost my key.”

#caesmae #{ thank you for this! }

❛ ah, unrequited love. when your best isn’t enough. ❜

Inyoung stares into nowhere in the silence. They have reached his least favorite topic, but today it doesn’t feel as appalling as on most days. Love is distant today. Talking about it means nothing, there’s no distress present. It’s a state where he can talk about it like he has a lifetime’s worth of experience, while he has none. “Does it matter in unrequited love whether you give your best? You could make effort to show your worst and the result would be the same," he speaks with softness in his voice despite his core being so cold, and rests his head on the woman’s shoulder. “Did you fall in love?”

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tychememes-blog

softer world sentence meme.

❛ i miss doing nothing with you. ❜ ❛ when i look at you all i can see are the mistakes we’re going to make. ❜ ❛ i wish being a good person could erase the bad things i’ve done. ❜ ❛ everyone you love will eventually die. but sure, go have another nap. ❜ ❛ if we couldn’t carry our dead inside us, we would be empty. ❜ ❛ when live gives you lemons take the lemons and be thankful you got anything. ❜ ❛ i don’t know how to make things right. so i’ll just keep pretending that nothing’s wrong. ❜ ❛ if you can’t stand the heat, stay out of hell. ❜ ❛ there’s two ways we can do this. the easy way, or i cut you. ❜ ❛ the hospital sounds restful. i could use a rest. ❜ ❛ I’m in love with the you I wish you were. ❜ ❛ you and i were meant to be together, even if we weren’t meant to be happy. ❜ ❛ sometimes i want to ruin my whole life so i can start over without feeling guilty. ❜ ❛ the only thing we leave behind when we die is fear. ❜ ❛ i wonder what kind of person i’d be if i didn’t worry so much about what kind of person you wanted. ❜ ❛ even monsters are welcome when your home feels empty. ❜ ❛ ah, unrequited love. when your best isn’t enough. ❜ ❛ love is a drawer for knives to rust in. ❜ ❛ there’s no silence worse than the silence of a friend. ❜ ❛ looking at you is like looking in a mirror except i like what i see. ❜ ❛ when my cage is by the window i can see the sun. ❜ ❛ my body is a temple and there’s another funeral today. ❜ ❛ infinity does not have your picture in its locker. ❜ ❛ i have never seen them scared before. ❜ ❛ you can’t get any further away before you start coming back. ❜ ❛ nobody grows tired of something they can’t have. ❜ ❛ there’s a lot that can go wrong in a life. ❜ ❛ i was lost until i found you. now i’m lost and on the run from the cops. ❜ ❛ happiness is not a house where you can live. ❜ ❛ when they look back on their lives, they’ll smile. ❜

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sunmiv:

Being a snob didn’t necessarily settle well with the older, even though wealth was behind her name- how could one judge such odd circumstances? Nevertheless this wasn’t exactly the case this time around considering Sunmi contained a characteristic that involved being quite precise. Yet being labeled a neat freak wasn’t likely, nonetheless thoughts ran throughout her mindset- what could’ve been harboring themselves inside of the other’s car? To deal which such situations bothered a nerve as a hand reached for the car’s handle before peeking into the window. A deep breath consumed her lungs, fingers didn’t have a chance to retract just yet. You could say Sunmi began to feel exceedingly overwhelmed by such rubbish that cluttered themselves into the vehicle. What excuse could the girl make without hurting Inyoung’s feelings? Perhaps there was a specific reason why an uber had dropped her off in the first place.

A soft smile made its way to her lips, cheeks slightly inching their way to a pinkish hue while gripping onto the backpack’s straps. “Uhh..” Slightly pausing for a few seconds before laughing nervously, eyes locking with the acquaintance as a free hand reached for the cellular device. “How about I meet you there? I actually have to go to the store for my friend before I go home. It’s going to be out of your way so it’s best if we meet each other there?” Fingers slipped themselves back and forth against the phone’s screen, preceding to confirm a ride before actually hearing a reply. Nervous smiles followed the recent speech, nodding in hopes of agreement. “It’ll give me time to grab some things for the tea as well.”

Inyoung stared at her for long seconds, eyes wide. Mood swings, was it? Stepping inside a man’s car and being alone with them, did she change her mind out of fear? Or really, did she have to go to the store? Humans were the strangest creatures. It didn’t occur to him even for a second that it might have been the crumbs on the car seats or empty bottles underneath. Most people he hanged out were filthy themselves to some extent and didn’t mind - others complained openly but Inyoung was good at ignoring things he didn’t care a bit about. It was never a problem to him, so he never automatically assumed it was such for somebody else.

“Meet you where?” Inyoung hurried to ask, stepping out of the car with a navigator in his hand before she had a chance to flee. Her cheeks were pink, he noted, but that didn’t clarify him of the situation any better. Pink cheeks could have been many things. “I don’t know the way. Can you give me your address?” He stretched out his hand to offer her the gadget, trusting he was still welcomed over to her place. Maybe it was actually better this way, he’d have a break of his own and a chance to do something exciting before continuing with the date. Perhaps go greet his favorite noodle shop owner, shop for white shirts or wander through a completely new neighborhood. Inyoung flashed Sunmi a smile, hoping he wouldn’t forget to come back. He’d have to create a reminder on his phone, just in case.

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czernobuh:

Suriel was like a wave in sense that he washed people’s hearts like the waves washed ashore, the imaginative beast would offer countless ideas on how to spend an exciting day and in return he’d take their thoughts and faces, and hands. He’d touch them, the cold of his hands piercing, like the cruel touch of winter. He’d come with the beginning of winter and then, just like a wave, he’d leave with its end. At least that’s been the case in the past. It was his nature calling or so the cowardly bird chose to believe. He worked his way into people’s hearts to not be forgotten (he’d call all of them his friends, no matter how unwelcoming the person). Even now, he’s tempted to just reach out and grab the other’s hand, perhaps even run with him should the other choose to do so, but he remained still and listened to the male. He owed Inyoung that much, he owed way more for his act of disappearance.

“I’m not leaving.” he said in a stern voice, though the latter sentence came with less conviction: “I never wanted to leave.” There was no excuse, he didn’t even look for the other after returning to South Korea and yet… “Listen, I’m not going to try to explain myself but let me make it up for you.” One swoosh of the wings and the winter’s back, one honest smile and other’s trust is won over again – wasn’t this how it worked? But the smile he gave this time was slightly awkward, he didn’t want to trick the other into trusting him. Instead, he wanted to work for it. “I volunteer to take better care of us.”

The promises sounded alien. Like paragraphs from books he didn’t like reading, the cheesy romantic ones. What did a second chance mean? Taking care of somebody? Taking care of two people as one? Inyoung continued staring, tried if his feet would move upon command. His knees buckled and balance staggered, but the legs had frozen in spot, turned into icicles, like his insides were starting to freeze. Plan A was informing him it wasn’t available, it was impossible to run. His hand reached out to touch Suriel’s face, that limb seeming to function. Inyoung traced warily the outlines of his features, the bridge of his nose, the shape of his eyebrows, the curve of that funny smile. Everything turned his own frown deeper.

“Were you forced to leave? Did someone... Take you away?” That wouldn’t really change anything, even if it had been as extreme as kidnapping, but he was curious. Of everything now that the other remained persistently in front of his face. “I think you should just go, Suriel,” he whispered, drawing his hand back to wrap his arms around himself. "There’s nothing here.” Change had been for the better, one could argue. Inyoung had went from poorness to extravagant luxuries. A normal person would’ve been proud to present themselves in brighter light, but Inyoung resented change, resented showing something had changed. “You have no room in my life.”

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「 continued from here 」 @dxlxgence

It had taken a while. Inyoung had taken up several tasks within the minutes, from counting the dots in one marble floor tile to trying to tense each part of his body separately. There was literally nothing to snatch and collect, which could’ve made him use the time efficiently. The tables didn’t have even linens laid out on them and people passing by didn’t drop even wisps of hair. It was the most boring place, the most boring wait, and his companion was the most boring for dawdling like that.

Once Kibum did waddle out, Inyoung frowned deep, for seconds unsure if he was the real deal. “Whom with? What’d they say?” he asked whilst rubbing his elbows, eyes darting from bloodstain to another. The little voice in his head sometimes yarned about learned etiquette and manners, but it didn’t tell him nothing now, how to act, if this was proper or not. Inyoung wasn’t the most sensible one, sadly situations like these didn’t turn him into such either. Without feeling worry, embarrassment or alertness he gave a loud laugh, not much less manic than Kibum’s, and skipped closer to link their arms. “I hope you don’t look that elated just from talking about piss.”

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