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ɪ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ sᴘᴀᴄᴇ sᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ.

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          this is probably already obvious, but please note that i refer to seven’s true self & his facades separately. tl;dr, saeyoung =/= luciel =/= 707, & for threads that have yet to address when in his life the interaction occurs in, i will use the name seven on default. aka by default unless my partner & i have discussed beforehand, i will assume interactions take place sometime within the two weeks of the duration of a general route. for threads that establish later on into writing that it occurs outside of that two week time frame, i will adjust accordingly to the name i see fit to be referring seven as. seven himself already explains that he associates these three aspects of himself with separate times of his life, but to clarify:

saeyoung. his past. a name he left behind in the past, but chooses to reclaim when he finds out the truth about his brother saeran, & decides to chase after him. reclaiming this name is especially important because it means saeyoung is no longer running away from these lies built around him, & the lies he’s made himself. it is a name that means he’s looking to the future.

luciel. his baptismal name he decided on himself, a former perfect angel who falls from god’s grace & becomes known as lucifer. a name that serves as a reminder for luciel to not become his roots, to abandon the abuse of his mother & the shadow of his father, & most of all a reminder that, although he is apart from his brother ( his fall from heaven ), he will do all he can to ensure saeran is living the life he deserves. after the truth of saeran & finding out v’s involvement, luciel is the more emotional & unstable side mc faces in their route.

seven. the front he puts up on himself, the personality mc knows at the beginning of the game. beneath the humorous & fun demeanor of this personality is a more depressed & serious side to seven due to the dangerous work he partakes in. seven & luciel are personalities that are especially blurred into each other, hence if a thread calls for it, i may interchange between seven & luciel. 

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` * CORPORHEIR .

[  JUMIN  HAN  ] :   .  .  . [  JUMIN  HAN  ] :   how  did  you  bypass  all  of  the  guards  .  .  .  ? [  JUMIN  HAN  ] :   LUCIEL . [  JUMIN  HAN  ] :    unhand  elizabeth  the  third  this  instant !

[  Sent → Cat Mom 🐱 ] : Who? Elly? Now why would I ‘unhand’ her so carelessly like that? [  Sent → Cat Mom 🐱 ] : She’s in good hands, Jumin! See? 

          & to further prove himself, seven graciously places his phone on the seat beside him for both hands to pick up & raise the persian cat to his eye level. as if he were blissfully unaware of the security footage still capturing the entire interaction, seven gently swings elly side to side in the air. he mirrors the sound of her meows with content chuckles of his own. with the contentment to play with elly like this, seven places her back down on the couch to pick up his phone.

[ Sent → Cat Mom 🐱 ] : If you’re still worried, I’ve fed her already [ Sent → Cat Mom 🐱 ] : But I’ll be out of her hair [ Sent → Cat Mom 🐱 ] : After I play with her for five more minutes ♥

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` * DRAUMARS .‌

@errstart​​   :   might regret trying to troll her now.

the faint laughter coming from the other room was enough to piss her off but she needed witnesses to make sure that she could and she would pull something as stupid as her threats were. seven was smart but sometimes he tested her patience a lot more than he actually should   — — —   and so she picks up her phone and opens the messenger.

[  alina w.   |   23:54   ]  you have five minutes to bring me my laptop back. [  alina w.   |   23:54   ]  or i’ll remote in and set it to self destruct.

maybe this is a bad idea, she thought after pressing the send button. if the other members saw it and thought that she had, indeed, installed such a dangerous thing on her computer, there was no telling of what they will do. she’s already thinking of the lectures ahead of her; lina sighs, resuming her typing session.

[  alina w.   |   23:57   ]  … okay, maybe i won’t. just give it back. [  alina w.   |   23:57   ]  we shouldn’t even be texting each other like this! （￣^￣）

          yoosung has always been seven’s glaring red target for pranks. the guy was both gullible enough to fall for it each time &, being yoosung, quick to forgive & forget. ( mostly forget, is what seven thinks. ) none of the rfa members are safe from seven’s ‘innocent’ antics, but it is times like these that serve a reminder for that none of the rfa members are like yoosung either. most especially, their new member.

          with the laptop delicately tucked beneath his arm & other hand holding up his phone, seven peeks from the door of the only other room in this small apartment. he feels a chuckle nearly spilling over his lips, but bites down on his lip to quiet himself when the messenger vibrates on his phone with new messages from who he knows are from lina. seven knows she can take a jest, but then again, taking & then changing the password of a laptop that doesn’t even belong to him may be overstepping it.

[ Sent → Hacker #2 ] : Scary!! I’m being threatened by my own room mate.... [ Sent → Hacker #2 ] : If I hand it back, will you let me be in one piece? 

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get out of my fucking house, @errstart​

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what’s your underlying motif?

THE HOME

whether it’s your warm embrace, your unwavering reliability, your smile that says “welcome back”, your motif is the home. your the equivalent to coming out of the rain to the fire on and your slippers waiting by the door. your uncanny way of making people feel alright, you’re treasured in these trying times. i respectfully request you take care of yourself, the world will never been as kind to you as you are to it. anne lammott said “lighthouses don't go running all over an island looking for boats to save; they just stand there shining” and though unconventional, lighthouses are inhabited and your cup runs over with generosity. because you probably don’t hear it enough, thank you.

tagged by: @mmkqt​ thank you so much !!

tagging: @scendant​ / @musaelang​ / @corporheir​ / @ryusingstar​ / @draumars​

[corporheir]

YOU  ARE  A  MESS  OF  TANGLED  RIBBONS  ,   DESPERATE  TO  BE  SET  FREE   —–   TELL  ME  ,   HOW  DO  YOU  WISH  TO  BE  SAVED ?

independent   ,   private   ,   and   highly  selective   JUMIN  HAN   from   MYSTIC  MESSENGER   .     created   on   april   23   ,   2020   .     narrated   by   ARIE   .    ( art )   .

CUT  THE  CORD   /   UNRAVEL THE  BINDINGS

[holdsthemtogether-archive]

of monsters & men || starters

❛  just grab a hold of my hand . ❜   ❛  somewhere deep in the dark a howling beast hears us talk . ❜ ❛  i dare you to close your eyes . ❜ ❛  you love love love when you know i can’t love you .  ❜   ❛  after every sunny day , comes a stormy night . ❜   ❛  you’re my king & i’m your lionheart . ❜   ❛  breathe in , breathe out . let the human in .  ❜   ❛  my head is an animal . ❜   ❛  all the trouble i have caused with my two hands . ❜ ❛ & we’re far , far home but we’re so happy .  ❜   ❛  we used to play outside when you were young and full of life and full of love .  ❜   ❛  i watched you disappear .  ❜   ❛   it’s best we both forget before we dwell on it . ❜   ❛  as i looked around i began to notice we are nothing like the rest .  ❜   ❛  there’s an old voice in my head that’s holding me back .  ❜   ❛  are you really going to love me when i’m gone ? ❜   ❛  i’m shaking like a leaf . ❜   ❛  can you chase this fire away ? ❜   ❛  but i tried , oh , i tried . ❜   ❛  just let me go & we’ll meet again soon . ❜   ❛  we won’t run . ❜   ❛  it’s killing me to see you this way . ❜   ❛  i’m a crook for not caring for it . ❜    ❛  the stairs creak as you sleep , it’s keeping me / you awake . it’s the house telling me / you to close your eyes . ❜   ❛  don’t listen to a word i say . ❜   ❛  as the world comes to an end i’ll be here to hold your hand .  ❜   ❛  please hang around . ❜   ❛  i can see through you . ❜   ❛  it’s perfectly strange . ❜   ❛  hungry for the kill , but this hunger , it isn’t you . ❜   ❛  we are the same .  ❜   ❛  some days i don’t know if i am wrong or right . ❜   ❛  you can follow me .  ❜   ❛  some days I can’t even dress myself . ❜   ❛  why are you shaking your head ? ❜   ❛  i’m all out of breath . ❜ ❛  your mind is playing tricks on you , my dear . ❜       ❛  i am a killer . ❜   ❛  i take off my face because it reminds me how it all went wrong . ❜   ❛  darker days are raining over me . ❜   ❛  my blood runs red but my body feels so cold . ❜    ❛  i am the storm . ❜   ❛  please look away , don’t look at me . ❜   ❛  i heard them calling in the distance . ❜   ❛  i am sorry for the trouble , i suppose . ❜   ❛  i need nothing . ❜   ❛  i know that it’s a waste of time , chasing in the dark . ❜   ❛  you’re cold against the skin . ❜   ❛  & i run , i run , i run . ❜   ❛  the way you held me so tight … all through the night … ❜   ❛  you & i will not be shaken ! ❜   ❛  stop , i will take control . ❜   ❛  you scream , you scratch , you bite . ❜   ❛  the books that i keep by my bed are full of your stories . ❜   ❛  i’ll meet your eyes for the very first time , for the very last . ❜   ❛  let go , lay to rest . ❜   ❛  maybe i’m a bad , bad , bad , bad person . well , baby , i know . ❜   ❛  these fingertips will never run through your skin . ❜   ❛  i will lead you through this wonderland . ❜ ❛  water up to my knees , but sharks are swimming in the sea . ❜ ❛  ignore all those big warning signs . ❜ ❛  you have scars & some scratches . it makes me wonder about your past . ❜ ❛  the light is blinding my eyes . ❜ ❛  i push you away , although I wish you could stay . ❜ ❛  i’m never ready . ❜ ❛  time won’t let me show what i want to show . ❜ ❛  all eyes on me . ❜ ❛  i spend my night dancing with my own shadow . ❜ ❛  i packed my things & ran . ❜

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          starter call, nya!

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        before anything else , i’d like to clarify what i mean in my rules for my portrayal of seven applying to reset theory but merely holding this deep form of affection for mc , & not entirely liking her .

        think of it this way , if i’m right , the chronological way of playing the game to know its story in the entirety is yoosung , zen , jaehee , jumin & lastly seven . assuming that mc follows that route and / or also taking into account the possible failed routes they must have stumbled upon before even getting to the start of seven’s route , seven remembers all these experiences - or at least has distant impressions / memories of them . it’s strange to meet mc over & over again when in other lives they knew each other well . but , while not entirely a term he’d use to describe it , there’s a certain fascination he he’s developed for mc with each new route opening up to possible other conversations , some new , some old , some going down a different road . but it doesn’t change how each path is another opportunity to get to know her better . so with all the discoveries he makes about mc , he probably knows her better than anyone in this chat with this repetition of timelines . his curiosity towards makes him feel grounded to her in a way that the other rfa members can’t . but it’s not only until his route does he realize how dangerous his feelings are , & why it’s only there he begins to act strangely for mc . but it’s also not until his route does he actually begin to fall in love with her , when in other timelines she was with someone else .

        tl ; dr , it’s not until mc wins him over in his route does he even call his feelings like . at the end of the day , mc still has to work for him to like him , & mc also has to be super careful around him because he has seen every aspect to her that there is .

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          #+ reset theory also explains how #despite seven's trust issues #he actually falls for her in a span of 11 days #BECAUSE HE HAD WHOLE OTHER TIMELINES TO GET TO KNOW HER #so really yeah it's ..... complicated

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reset theory.

foundation.

          i’ve placed this section for those who aren’t familiar with it, but players who were part of the mysme fandom back in 2016 will remember this popularly known theory, which states that one or most rfa members have vague impressions each time the player resets to attempt another rfa member’s route.

          this theory started because several dialogues & calls from the rfa members imply that mc ‘feels familiar,’ or that they’ve met mc before already, only for them to quickly pass off as an imagination.  plotwise, the chronological order of playing through the routes if the player hopes to have a good perspective of the plot is: zen > yoosung > jaehee > jumin > seven, & only after obtaining seven’s good route are secret endings 1 & 2 unlocked. taking account other possible routes & endings the player possibly obtained if they do not meet the prerequisites to unlock the pursued rfa member’s good ending, following this order would mean that mc has interacted with the rfa members longer than 11 days. the theory would also explain how the characters quickly grow such a strong love for mc in only a span of 11 days, because they have already had a first, second, more impressions of mc in previous routes the rfa members ( unconsciously ) experienced. 

 707.

          seven, compared to the rest of the members, is more vocal & more ( if not entirely ) aware of the resets occurring. this is already foreshadowed from his agent alias, 707, which is a memory leak error in computer systems. "Error 707 occurs when a server is unable to release (basically get rid of) parts of memory on the server. Error 707 happens when memories can’t be removed." ( thank you to hazel for reminding me of this! ) for in-game interactions, seven goes from making vague jokes at mc that implies he’s directly addressing the player ( important distinction that mc =/= player, mc is the character within the game, player is the person, ‘you,’ controlling their actions ) & breaking the fourth wall, to seven outright stating that mc chose ‘ a route, ‘ which is more obvious evidence despite him passing things off as a joke the moment after. ‘the spaceship’ also gives the player previews to seven’s thoughts to indicate he’s aware that 'someone’ is reading his thoughts, & even addresses that ‘someone’ directly. one particular thought seven has during his route is: "It doesn't mean anything. This will all disappear. Everything will be gone." as vague as it is the ‘it’ he may be referring to is his special relation with mc, & he knows it won’t mean a thing because he thinks / knows that mc or player, in the end, will choose to reset, much like every other routes he’s experienced.

          the resets take a toll on seven’s mental & psychological state. seven is already struggling with depression due to his line of work & the choices he’s had to make to ensure saeran’s ( whom he even calls his other half to emphasize how much he treasures his brother ) safety. this is further aggravated to his circumstances in reset theory. because of the repeating days, seven has a skewed grasp on reality & time ( may result to him having undiagnosed dissociation, which i must research on further ), which is worsened by the fact that has spent long days / weeks indoors due to his job. he feels more ‘awake’ when he’s on his phone because that’s when ‘activity’ happens for him, & he seems more spaced out & distracted in person. ( e.g. his interactions with vanderwood, being unable to focus on one thing despite his life being in danger ) seven also has no sense of permanence, hence why he makes careless comments on being aware of the fact that mc / the player is just playing ‘a game,’ because he knows things will no longer matter once everything resets again. this is also why, in person & when seven is overstimulated after these lengthy periods of apathy, he will have bursts of strong emotions that he may direct to whoever is in his vicinity due to the build up of stress he’s undergone from the resets & how he blatantly ignores said stress.

post notes.

          i. while this was a widely accepted theory, i am not pushing anyone else to apply the same for their mysme blogs / verses. i’m only explaining this at all because i choose to implement this theory into my seven’s canon because i find it an interesting theory, & would love other interested partners to explore in it more with me. i’d like to request that it should be kept in mind when interacting with my seven because reset theory has affected him deeply, & if this isn’t your cup of tea, you’re free to unfollow. 

          ii. this does not take into account another story, considering another story is divergent to the main plotline of casual + deep story, & reset theory has fared before another story was added to mysme. i myself haven’t played another story & presently find it unnecessary to play through in terms of additional concepts to reset theory, but you’re free to correct me otherwise!

          iii. although it will be distinct in how i portray seven & his character, i will not ask partners ( especially mcs ) to conform to what i have in mind of reset theory unless we both have discussed beforehand to explore it further. aside from that, unplotted threads will get vague, or even nonexistent, mentions / references of reset theory except for just seven’s character.

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          ya really thought you downloaded this app to date pretty boys huh?? sike! welcome to mystic mess, i’m your host with crippling depression & fourth wall destroying tendencies seven - zero - seven!

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@corporheir​ asked:

"I seen you /abusing/ elizabeth the 3rd when reviewing the security footage." /: (he will End u seven DHJFKFKF HOW DID U GET IN THE PENTHOUSE-)

[ Cat Mom 🐱 ] : That [ Cat Mom 🐱 ] : Is [ Cat Mom 🐱 ] : Live [ Cat Mom 🐱 ] : Footage [ Cat Mom 🐱 ] : :3c

[lhzthepoet]

Let me tell you a secret about the stars. They wish they were softer lovers. They wish they could forget how easily they burn.

 for @bluecalla02 // L.H.Z (via archetypist-a)

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` * MUSAELANG !

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[ ✉ : 707 → message sent. ] you’ll probably only see this when you wake up…  [ ✉ : 707 → message sent. ] i don’t know if you know this, but you snore a little bit. i find it very cute. listening to it makes me sleepy… [ ✉ : 707 → message sent. ] but i want to keep awake for a little longer since you seem to enjoy when i play with your hair. needy and cuddly much, are we? honey ~~ ☆

ㅤ ㅤ as if to answer to his testimony, the forest of red locks shook to the sides, ruffles and muffled hums finding themselves sliding off his shoulder, figure almost falling out the sweatered support completely. he even made a small frown and pout that disappeared after humming something senseless. was he dreaming about something? once the brunet looked over more closely, he could see a tint of a small smile at the side of flamingo lips. it must be a very nice dream, certainly. maybe one about astronaut cats? or long cat… he was talking about that a lot today when they were preparing to watch the night sky, even going so far as to borrow yoosung’s telescope for their late, “almost epic” romantic picnic. the snacks didn’t last long, though — someone seriously loved the strawberry cupcakes.

ㅤ ㅤ chuckling silently, soft hand gently and slowly guided the oh-so-told-dangerous secret agent to his lap, letting him rest there right after he took his glasses off. he looked so much older without them on, as if the pent-up exhaustion of all those stressful years were finally let visible… defenceless, almost. who protects the protector of justice, imagination asked itself? 

ㅤ ㅤ curious fingers adventured themselves through messy hair, scratching the top of his head ever so delicately; sometimes, digits would trail off to round ears, contouring them as if to keep their drawings memorised within fingertips. then, just like a ghost touch, haneul would caress one of the pale cheeks, thumb sometimes touching the grave dark circles that were always hidden by the playful patterned frame. maybe the cat in his dreams was visiting other planets, playing around with saturn’s rings with its cute pinkish paws, because right there and then, luciel sighed in the most relieving sound a tired heart could atone, another grin yet blossoming from his face. an honest, beat-skipping one. what a treasure.

ㅤ ㅤ may the stars above and the fireflies around them forgive him if they find themselves insulted, but he much rather preferred this view over anything else they could offer. let the crickets sing, the dew be forged by invisible fairies and the night carry its outdoor’s magic that is not always watchable but that, right now, doesn’t matter to sparkly cyan eyes. yes… the blue moon phenomenon could wait for another couple of years.

ㅤ ㅤ with one hand, he kept on privately texting him, stealing glances once in a while in the middle of them:

[ ✉ : 707 → message sent. ] if you wake up earlier than me, there’s still some kimchi for you. [ ✉ : 707 → message sent. ] no snacking for you, i ate everything as payback! let me know if you’re still hungry so i can make some more for you too, okay? [ ✉ : 707 → message sent. ] … [ ✉ : 707 → message sent. ] i’m so glad we met. [ ✉ : 707 → message sent. ] everyday feels like a whole new adventure. a good one!  [ ✉ : 707 → message drafted. ] i like everyth

ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ   ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ hane.

ㅤ ㅤ right when he was about to send another message, he heard his name be called in the middle of the redhead’s sleep, getting so surprised to the point he let his phone slip from his palm, screen falling flat on the grass. ba-dump, ba-dump. that was… so unfair. he wanted to wheeze, but no noise came out from his tightened throat. he had no idea the things he did to him.

ㅤ ㅤ leaning closer, he cupped luciel’s face with both of his hands, biting his bottom lip as if to contain himself. but he really couldn’t. he touched their foreheads together, lips tickling against one another, and he spoke as best and as loudly as he could, drawing words with their mouths:

ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ i wish i could sing you all of my love. ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ for now, though, i hope this is enough.

          there is & should be nothing but the dark around him. this is the world he has known since his birth, always hidden in the shadows like a fate bestowed by his god. but, strangely & all at once in this plane that feels non-existing, saeyoung feels everything: the distant chirping of crickets, grass caressed by the serene breeze, the soft sounds of breathing not his own, fingers quietly tapping on something, & most distinct of all, the quietest chuckle that fills his chest with affection. such an emotion, such a love, should only make his heart heavier, yet no burden comes to taunt him with anxiety.  is it possible to feel such a sweet contentment? is ethereal a feeling? only in dreams could he feel like he’s entered such a world full of light.

          unbelievably, even as he feels himself beginning to step out of dreaming & into reality once more, the feeling remains. there are more sensations now, amber eyes fluttering open up to a sky full of stars, the scent of delicacies wafting mildly in the air & the cold of the night barely felt beneath his clothes. it’s beginning to near midnight with the constellations writ above his head, & the eve will only get colder. but, as he shifts his head to find the source of the brief ( yet forever treasured ) laugh,  saeyoung has never felt warmer.

          he looks cute. he’s thought this to himself for possibly the millionth time today alone. it seems silly for his heart to spill so much affections for someone he’s just beginning to get to know. but oh, there’s no halting how smitten he’s become for hane. saeyoung can’t help but to take advantage of the moment whilst his sweetheart remains distracted. does hane know he makes the cutest faces when he types? pinkish lips stick out in a pout, eyebrows furrowed to show a playful annoyance, only to melt into the loveliest smile all in just a span of seconds whilst focused on his phone. saeyoung does not realize how his own lips spread into a smile of their own as well. how dangerous hane truly is. the smallest gestures like his dazzling smile alone makes saeyoung weak in the knees, even if he’s never felt braver with him by his side. but that isn’t fair, isn’t it? he deserves a revenge of his own now, doesn’t he? 

          ❛ hane. ❜ his voice comes out soft & loving, yet abrupt enough to cut though the silence that it gets him the reaction he wants. hane seems to jump in place, the phone slipping from his hands from surprise. saeyoung only barely manages to avoid being hit by the smartphone as reflexes guide him to sit up, proceeding to then tilt his head at his partner & flash him a sly smile. he feels accomplished for his ‘master plan’ to have gone so successfully, but before he can even revel in his victory, the laugh in his throat stops as lips brush against his.

          his heart skips beat after beat, the close proximity making his face flush in a way the cold never could with him, even moreso when he feels teeth gently digging into his lip. had that been hane’s way of scolding him for playing a prank? ironically, it only makes saeyoung smile wider, nodding once in an apologetic manner despite the laugh that escapes him to indicate that he’s not entirely sorry. eyes flutter close as he feels hane starting to ‘speak’, etching words on saeyoung’s lips. ❛ ... you think this isn’t enough? ah ah. hane, hane, hane, ❜ he says in a playfully reprimanding voice. a hand sneaks around his partner’s waist to slide him closer, the other trailing on hane’s back up to his neck. amber eyes take a moment to stare into gentle blues, hoping the adoration in his heart shows through the window of his soul. with lips already pressed together, saeyoung tilts his head to give hane a more proper, tender kiss, sighing against his mouth when he tastes the strawberry icing from earlier’s desserts on soft lips. maybe he should have packed more cupcakes for him, but that is a thought for next time.

          perhaps it’s hane’s own habit bleeding into him, but even when the kiss ends, saeyoung keeps their mouths touching as he continues to speak, ❛ only someone as equally crazy as i am would agree to drive in the middle of nowhere just to go stargazing. crazy! ❜ another laugh, pausing to rub their noses together. ❛ don’t you realize that you being here is everything to me? you are everything to me. besides, in the first place, i wanted to go stargazing with you like this because... i thought it’d be a good date idea for us? ❜ the hand on hane’s neck withdraws for saeyoung to scratch his cheek with his finger, confident demeanor deflating his expression to something flustered. ❛ ahh, look what you made me do. you made me say something embarrassing... heh. ❜

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@draumars​ asked:

showers him with little stars. ; ___ ;

          it has been a rather eventful week, but none compare to the stress of yesterday. a whirl of events still cyclone in his mind that both leads to little mistakes in his typing whilst focused on the thought of saeran saeran saeran to keep him motivated on plowing through.

          he’s been hunched over on his laptop, working with haste to break into the agency’s systems & get his message through. two truths that he hasn’t found necessary to lie about himself were his love for honey buddha chips & dr. pepper, yet they remain untouched by his side. hope & dread makes his stomach twist too uncomfortably for him to even distract himself on his favorite snacks. it’s easy to immerse himself in his task. it’s something he’s done since his childhood, & he would have lost himself to emotional turmoil whilst hyperfixating on his work.

          saeyoung has always thought his life would be a lonely one, but he’s never quite realized how ( undeservedly ) blessed he’s been to have never been truly alone when he chose to pursue this line of work.

          he’s is vaguely aware it’s just past dawn & that he’s been working all night. but there is no warning him to twinkling stars that seem to fall from the sky—& onto him. the suddenness of it all jolts him upright with a gasp, a piece nearly getting stuck between his glasses before bouncing off, some sliding off his hair, others cluttered on his laptop. it would have been first instinct to glance up to the heavens—but amber eyes are drawn to more celestial things. he looks to the hands that hold out the remnants of star candy poised over his hair, then trailing to chartreuse gaze. &, like a gentle ray of light slowly peaking through curtains, saeyoung feels himself melt: shoulders relaxing / stiff fingers clenching & unclenching / a long breath in through his nose as chapped lips press together in a line, & then breathing out an unburdened sigh as he feels himself slowly, slowly smiling.

          ❛ ahh, have you been awake the entire time? i told ya you didn’t have to wait for me. ❜ he can tell when he places the laptop down the table to face her properly, a slight forming of darkened bags beneath her eyes. saeyoung laughs an incredulous chuckle, taking a piece of pink candy from her palm & popping it in his mouth. ❛ you can go grab food in the pantry instead of scaring the ghost out of me. but, i’m glad that you caught me. since... ❜ he takes another sweet from her hands, other hand moving to raise her chin & gently place the candy between her lips. ❛ i’ll get to cook for you like those married couples on tv! ❜

          the worry he carries for his brother will never cease to weigh his heart until saeyoung knows he is safe. but, in moments like this, with lina anchoring him to a better route, he hopes that there is a better & brighter future for them all waiting in the horizon.

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I have loved you, in every life, I think - Scatter my atoms across the universe, and still, they would know your name. Softly, I become endless, in you.

you were written on every molecule I ever became | p.d (via lostcap)