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[driftuan]

I’m incredibly sick right now so i could only manage a few replies at a time. Sorry if I haven’t gotten to yours, I am working on them though! Will probably have them up by tomorrow or over the weekend.

[driftuan]

aptcryptic:

›　not sure honestly ›　but definitely when i get back we should hang out! ›　ah man, idol life’s like that, huh? ›　idk how you do it, but kudos to you man! ›　where you planning on going?

›   let me know yeah?  ›   been way too long since i’ve been out tbh  ›   aha thanks man! i’ll count on you to listen to the album when it’s out ›   hopefully back home, or somewhere with a good beach ›   that’s always nice

[driftuan]

@ofwildspirits | continued from here

[ sms -> Mark hyung ] What’s up, hyung?

[ sms -> Mark hyung ] I’m bored. I wanna go out, Wanna come with me?

( sms ⧽ gyeom ) same here.  ( sms ⧽ gyeom ) i was just about to ask ( sms ⧽ gyeom ) sure, i’m good to go, i’ll be in my room. ( sms ⧽ gyeom ) let me know when you’re ready

[driftuan]

king-erebus-daehyun:

“Just cause I saw a fire don’t mean that I know how it happened.” He replied back once he was done telling the operator that the fire department was needed. “So even if they do want to talk to me about it. I could always know nothing about how it started.”

mark is quiet as daehyun talks to the operator, as quiet as he could manage while pacing back and forth. he was probably just being paranoid, he thinks, dropping the issue. “ah you’re right. we’ve done all we could, let’s just get out of here.” he nods some, cocking his head to the side as he falls into step. 

[driftuan]

hyejvng:

(sms) dang (sms) oh, wow a break. i guess you caught me on a good time because i’m on break too– i don’t have class for another two hours. (sms) i’m just in my library though. taking a nap. or tried to.

(sms) naps are for sissies (sms) what’s your next class? (sms) come to the noraebang with me (sms) i’ll treat you to all the food you’d like (sms) and it’s nearby !!

[dxprxvityx]

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[driftuan]

dxprxvityx:

        instantly standing up as well, almost as if they were performing a funeral around the deceased soldier. “ father of two, loving husband. what a shame. “ a loud sigh. about four seconds of silence before she leaned to murmur on his ear. “ yah– want some ice cream ? “ 

“it’s okay, i’ve got his lover riiiight,” he cooed, inching around her backpack to pick out a piece of rolled rice. “here.” and on cue, he pops it right in his mouth. “there, now they could be together in heaven.”  mark gives another one of his playful grins before nodding. “ice cream and french fries and you’ve got yourself a deal.” 

[driftuan]

nevereverxsypher:

“Sweet,” she chirped, slipping her jacket on. As she picks up her bag, she checks her appearance to make sure she is still presentable at least. She tucks a few loose strands of hair behind her ear before heading back over to Mark. “Ready,” she asks.

“almost like you read my mind.” he smiled, turning to face her as she walked out. he aptly held his arm out for her and nodded. “i’m taking you to a personal favorite of mine. i’m 100% sure you’d love it.” he says, grinning as he escorts her to the vehicle. 

[driftuan]

aptcryptic:

›　5th of august man. ›　no ragrets hah! ›　dude i bet, how are things and whatnot? ›　best rest up when you can at least

›   how long are you out there? ›   let’s hang out when you get back!  ›   getting ready for a comeback as usual ›   oh yeah ›   i plan to take a month long vacay after all this is over

[driftuan]

me: wants to finish the last two drafts i have also me: crashing as i type this this is my cue to go. i have my tracker updated so you can see what i’m working on/whose turn it is to reply. unfortunately this doesn’t track posts that aren’t under my blog (ie. starter memes i’ve sent) but if it’s something tagged #driftuan, 11/10 times I’ve seen and drafted it. goodnight/morning folks! stay cool.

[driftuan]

baekxangel replied to your post:

Of course I’m not tired of you. I told you, you"re the love of my life hehehe

be careful with that, pikahyeon. things like this always go to my head. heh

[driftuan]

Have you realized that in one more month it will be our 3rd year of knowing each other or is the second?

it’ll be the third! wow, three years and you’re not tired of me or my shit at all. guess you’re stuck with me for life, pikahyeon.

[loropechika]

when she heard that he wasn’t going to send her to sleep on the couch lilika wiggled her toes while dropping on her back and lifting her feet up in the air. “yes! sleep sleep! the best choice you could make…..” did he introduce himself? she doubted it. lilika also didn’t introduce herself either. rolling a bit closer to him she smiled again. “i won’t leave! my twin would have! but not me!” she pat his nose but quickly pulled her hand in defence to avoid a scratch. “i am a good witch! a bit goofy, but good! i don’t hate humans.” she hugged he pillow while looking at him. “i am lilika, banished to live here instead of in the magic world. i was considered a highly dangerous witch because i mess up a lot.” she finally introduced herself to him and smiled. “introduce yourself when you are human again okay? and don’t scratch me in my sleep please. good night and sweet dreams!” she grinned again giving a thumbs up and finally closed her eyes. and immediately she fell asleep.

the morning rays came in through the open window. lilika ended up sleeping on her back while the pillow was covering her belly and hips. it was just a bit too soon to leave the dreamworld. a place where she always had what she never did in real life. her expression was peaceful and content for the corners of her lips were mildly curled upwards. she was dreaming of having breakfast with her twin sister but instead of fighting, they were enjoying themselves.

[driftuan]

it was a piece of information he hadn’t expected. if he thought one witch was already too much to handle, mark couldn’t fathom what it would be like meeting twins. he wants to find out where lilika’s twin is, why she isn’t helping her with a proper living situation but all that had to wait for another day. although drifting off in his sleep, he manages to hear her thorough introduction. the line between reality and fantasy is blurred and for a moment mark thinks that maybe this is just another one of his dreams--a really vivid one. waking up in the morning is only going to prove to him that he is indeed a cat at this moment. 

mark was awake as soon as the morning rays shone through the window. he was always the first one up, usually therefore this comes as no surprise. he looks at lilika’s sleeping form and then back at his new form, his tail waggling behind him mockingly. he wanted to wake her up in order to get things over with, but for some reason he couldn’t bring himself to. she looked too peaceful and too happy, a stark contrast to her apprehension with him. deciding to wait, he curls up on top of the covers, watching her silently. 

[driftuan]

@taleofkngs | continued from here

[ 段宜恩 ] - A groan leaves plump lips and in a moment of despair, Hongwi brushes both hands through his hair to calm himself down. But even the dim light flickering through the street lamp above his head and the faint chirping of crickets in the distance is not enough to bath him in the idyll of the night.

“You are not helping my cause. That was the last train back to Seoul.”

And there it is. The glaring of pride that makes him refuse to use the money that is rightfully is. Hongwi will not call his uncle, under no circumstances. Even if that means spending the night stranded somewhere on the country side with his friend.

mark blinks as he falls into step beside him. by the end of hongwi’s sentence, he offers an apologetic smile. he considers saying something but he holds out until a proper idea dawns on him. quietly, he settles at looking at the flickering streetlight. their shadows dance and flicker on the ground as he paces, running hands through his hair now because he’s slightly rattled. it was somewhat his fault after all, mark had them lost on the way to the station.  “let’s just find somewhere to sleep for the night...unless you strictly have somewhere to be.” mark gauges his reaction before saying anything further. 

[driftuan]

snoopykbye:

A previous trauma for recurring dreams? No wonder Clarissa kept having the same nightmare since she was younger. After being betrayed by someone you thought you knew and trusted.. who wouldn’t have trauma. Or maybe she was just being stupid and childish and immature to the situation she was in. Although she did her best to put her past behind her. But can it really stay in the past? With a small sigh she decided not to dwell on that subject. After all what would Mark thing about that situation? She was tired of the names for an entire lifetime. She didn’t want to bring it up and re-live it anymore.

She sat up straight in the chair and pursed her lips in thought, mostly thinking about the books that she had on dreams. “I don’t think I remember the titles, hold on.” Clarissa stood up from her seat and made her way over towards the bookcase that was in the corner. After leaning down just a little bit, her eyes roamed over the titles of the multi colored book binds that were located on the shelf. It didn’t take her long to find what she was looking for though. She pulled a light blue colored one from the shelf and walked back over to Mark, taking a seat next to him and looked at the book in her hands. “’Knowing Your Dreams’” she read the title and handed it to him.

he tries not to press the topic, he really does. mark wasn’t one to pressure anyone into sharing anything with him. he watches clarissa’s face for a reaction, trying to shake the feeling that something large had happened. it was probably the best for him not to know. there are some things that are better left in the past after all. clarissa certainly wishes not to revisit these events, and mark soon learns it’s best not to poke and prod at things he has no business about. 

mark stops thinking about it when she responds and makes her way toward the bookcase. after she picks out the one she was looking for, his eyes light up. mark reads the cover as she dictates. quite interested, he takes the book with a grateful hand. soon enough, it ends up on his lap, the cover turned to reveal the first few pages. mark continues to skim lightly, falling into a rhythm with each page he turns. “possible meanings are endless.” he calls out a line as he goes along, propping the book on his knee and facing it toward her. “this is going to be a lot of reading for something so trivial.” he smiled, taking a second to ask, “do you mind if I borrow this?” 

[driftuan]

nevereverxsypher:

“Honestly, junk food,” she says with a light laugh. Just because there was a list about as tall as she was about what she couldn’t eat, doesn’t mean her sweet tooth didn’t have the final say in what she actually ate. She opened the door to her dressing room, heading over to the vanity for her jacket and purse.

he returns a chuckle of his own, before humming in thought. “mm, I see. savory or sweet junk food?” mark settles by the doorway, leaning on the side and looking out as if he was her own personal bodyguard. 

[xdequus-archived-deactivated201]

taeil chuckled quietly as he watched the male in his shirt, relieved that it wasn’t his favorite one. “no worries, it’s not my favorite one. you know that one with the bee on the front and the stinger on the back, that’s my favorite one.” a grin spread over his lips as he was talking about it. “you look good in that shirt though. it fits you so much better than me. “

[driftuan]

“oh! that was a close second, it’s a good thing I went with this one in the end.” when mark meets his gaze, taeil’s expression was more amused than he’d expect. “thanks. you have good taste in shirts. actually, remind me to steal that entire shelf of your drawer.” mark grins, and opens his mouth to add “why is it your favorite--the bee shirt?” 

[driftuan]

@iiraeth | continued from here

          “Ah –!” He ducks a little almost immediately after feeling fingers in his hair, turning to swat at the offending hand and shoot the other a little glare.

“Mark,” he warns the idol, straightening up and making a face. Well, at least it wasn’t the boy’s own hair, something Sen just finished working on. “Isn’t it time for the shoot? You’ve got better things to do than harass your stylist, y’know.”

“harass?” laughing, mark pulls his hand back. “it was a friendly gesture!” he argues, albeit playfully. mark takes one quick glance at the expression on his face and whatever he sees convinces him that this wasn’t the time to play games.  

“you’re right,” he says, gaze steady. “you do have some hair sticking out now though.” mark continues with an amused lilt in his voice, pointing at the top of sen’s head. he takes this moment to sprint off, mouthing an ‘i’m sorry’ as he disappears behind the photographer’s setup. he’s sure to hear about this later on.