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Hey my name is Yixuan, but please call me Lu. I'm a hipster, but don't worry I'm not pompous. I'm a musician and I live in Busan. I may be deer but I'm not girly! 25 | Deer | OOC | Timezone Busan KRP

[exbnyixuan]

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Switching directories~ if that account is deleted or moves you can find me on KKT @xunlulu

[exbnyixuan]

Due to unfortunate circumstances i need to switch accounts. Tumblr decided to log me out on my PC and when i tried log in it kept prompting me to redet my password. I clicked password reset since that was the only option and then i realized rhe email service i used is now dead. Im still logged on this acc on my phone, but im still locked out everywhere else. Please refollow bnyixuan.

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Wooyoung definitely hears it, and maybe it’s laziness that prevents him from acting upon it immediately. He keeps his eyes closed as if to chase another few minutes of sleep but then there’s groaning and he knows he can’t daydream any longer. With much reluctance he slides out of bed and drags himself to the door, his mind still in bed. The first thing he sees is a lump writhing at his feet.

“Yixuan,” he calls quietly, and even he’s unsure whether it’s in irritation or disappointment, or a combination of both.

The city lights twinkling from the window downstairs illuminates the hallway enough to outline the other man. Wooyoung kinda feels like kicking him. Just a little.

“Are you alright?” He sighs eventually and reaches down to help him. A hand prods at Yixuan to nudge him onto his back before another wraps around his back, a low grunt sounding as Wooyoung attempts to heave him up onto his feet.

[exbnyixuan]

Yixuan mumbles a little in Mandarin before muttering a soft response in Korean, “Sorry.” He keeps a tight grip on his friend as he tries to keep himself from stumbling again, horribly embarrassed and a little upset that the other has to see him like this.

“I’m okay,” Yixuan is definitely not going to drink anymore, he thinks. Well, at least for a couple days, he needed enough time to recover from this whole ordeal. “I’m just thirsty,” He grabs one of Wooyoung’s shoulders to try and lift himself up so he can stand.

Unfortunately for Yixuan his legs don’t feel like doing much work and he quickly falls forward again. He’s a little more prepared this time and keeps a firm grip on his friend’s shoulder. A string of apologies in Mandarin pour from his lips before he is able to stabilize himself once again. “Wooyoung-ah, I’m really... Really really sorry for all this.”

[exbnyixuan]

I’m not getting notifications for replies on Tumblr so I’m sorry if I haven’t responded, I need to manually check every thread now.

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“i didn’t even know we were allowed onto the rooftop,” he chuckled. they sit side-by-side on the concrete with their gazes turned to the sky. it’s the city, of course there’d be no glittering canvas spreading above them, the pollution’s diluted any of that. but a faint glow here and there, and the flashing red lights of airplanes did appear. it was pretty in its own urban way.

“too bad we can’t actually see the stars. i’ve never been able to, i’ve always been in the city.”

[exbnyixuan]

“I don’t think we are, but who cares.”

Yixuan didn’t seem to mind that the sky was mostly black. He had grown up in Beijing and only been to the countryside a few times. It wasn’t like he could really picture what he was missing, the night sky had always been black to him.

He leaned against his friend and smiled, “Me neither.” He had never thought about how depressing it having never seen a full starry sky. “Maybe we can venture out of the city and do this again?”

[exbnyixuan]

Northern Downpour;; [Byunghee]

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The phone charms on his phone could put her modest Pororo and music note charms to shame. The pendulum motion of them swinging around hypnotized her for a second before she placed her attention back on the conversation. “I just need a nice dress,” she replied quickly and hoped he didn’t notice the slight delay in response.

“I got invited to a wedding and realized I didn’t have anything nice enough to wear.” The extra details were unnecessary but she assumed that it helped add to the casual air between them.

[exbnyixuan]

Yixuan pointed his finger up and nodded, understanding exactly what she was looking for. “It says there’s a dress store on the first floor,” He was happy that the store would be easily accessible. He didn’t really have any experience with weddings, but he hoped that his new friend, if she was alright with him calling her that, would let him help her out. 

“Is there anything in particular you want to wear? Like lace or a certain colour?” He was completely ignorant to the whole dress-buying thing, but maybe Byunhee would teach him.... Maybe. He slipped his phone back in his pocket and continued to walk towards the mall beside Byunghee.

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Wooyoung stares, witnessing the other man pass out cold and another gentle laugh fills the sudden silence. It was almost silly how cute Yixuan was. He murmurs his own good night before moving away to turn the lights out. Feeling his way upstairs to his bedroom proves easy as his shin bumps gently into the bunny’s cage. And as if that suddenly reminded him Wooyoung went to shut the lid of the hay container, a puff of dry sweetness blowing into his face.

A small sense of achievement came over the boy and as he went about his evening hygiene. There was something about filling his day all the way to night with activity; it turned the lonely days into quiet interludes. When he slides into bed he follows Yixuan in suit and sleep comes easy.

[exbnyixuan]

It’s only a matter of a couple hours until Yixuan wakes up, drowsy and extremely thirsty. He stumbles over his own legs, which are tightly wrapped up in the blanket as he tries to get up. The darkness of the room definitely isn’t help him as he gropes the sides of the table and couch trying to find his water glass. To his dismay, he finished his water earlier and had no idea where to get more and he was too cool for just normal tap. 

Reluctantly, Yixuan leaves the comfort of his little blanket burrito and heads towards his friend’s room, thinking he was walking towards the fridge. He was quite hungover and was in no shape to be walking anywhere alone, especially with limited visibility. 

A loud crash comes from outside Wooyoung’s door as Yixuan tumbles forward, shouting as he hits the ground. Everything is dark and everything is scary and confusing.

[exbnyixuan]

From May 1-3 it is EXO’s Japanese fanmeeting so I will be on hiatus for those 3 days. From May 3rd-6th it is a holiday for Japan so I will be on semi-hiatus (and recovery from EXO tbh).

I will respond to paras and things most likely after the 3rd. If by some chance I don’t make it through these 3 days of concerts I’ll post again. It’s Golden Week! 

[exbnyixuan]

📱

[To → byunhee] I’m really lonely ;; will you come over? I got snacks and blankets and a guitar!

[exbnyixuan]

📱

[To → haewol-noona] do you wanna come over and drink? PLEASEEEEEEEEEE????

[exbnyixuan]

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Send me a ♥ for one thing my muse likes about yours. 

His smile <3

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Nine in the Afternoon - Panic! At the Disco (sorry I’m keeping with Yixuan’s theme here)

“Back to the street where we began, feeling as good as love, you could, you can~~”

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sweet dilemma

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“Nice to meet you then,” he says. How do you get Lu from Yixuan, he thinks absently, completely unaware of the other’s occupation.

Wooyoung takes to the other side of the hall, placing the bags down at the other’s pace. At this point it wouldn’t make sense to hold off from conversation and conversation is what he did best. “So how long have you been around here? I think I’ve seen you around a couple times, but then again we all think we see people,” he starts, glancing up from the floor to offer a smile.

[exbnyixuan]

With much concentration, Yixuan makes sure each bag is nicely laid in front of each door. He wants to do a good job, especially because he wants to make a good impression. "Not that long, but I've lived in Busan before. I studied abroad in University, but I had to leave to finish up school at home," He says as he lays a couple more bags in front of some doors.

"I'm from China, it’s probably pretty obvious," Yixuan felt a little embarrassed he would never truly pass as a Korean. He didn't want to be Korean, but he just wanted to be able to talk to others without his accent immediately giving him away as a foreigner.  

After he’s finished he returns to Wooyoung, proud he was able to help. “That’s it for this floor, are you done?” He asks, looking down to see he’s still holding the bag that the other had given him. “.... Are these cookies good? Have you tried them?” Even if Yixuan can’t eat the cookies Wooyoung had made, that doesn’t mean he isn’t curious. 

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He makes sure the other has a good grip on the glass before it slips away from both of them, giving an amused smile. Slurred foreign words reach his ears, a bit of which he understands, and it only makes him laugh. Sounds like me back when I took Mandarin, he thinks. Wooyoung gives an acknowledging hum as he pads away to fetch a few things.

“Yes, yes, just lie there, okay?” He ends up spending more time than he wanted to looking for a spare blanket, and in an act of frustration, grabs his own from his bed. Glistening eyes stare at his movements from the corner and he turns to raise an eyebrow back at them. “Play nice, Mochi,” he murmurs. The bunny snuffles and retreats from the cage, back into some dark corner in the rest of the pen.

He picks up the trash can and places it next to Yixuan in case he felt like throwing up some time in the night. Wooyoung drapes the blanket over him and stands there with a huff. “Yixuan is a baby drunk; noted,” he remarks to himself, mostly for his own amusement.

“Try to sleep, okay? If you want anything to eat you can take what you want form the fridge, and you know where the bathroom is,” he says, then adding hesitantly, “and anything else you can just wake me up.” The certainty of how well that situation would play out isn’t there, but he shrugs: it’s the thought that counts, morning person or not.

“Anything else?”

[exbnyixuan]

Yixuan leaned his head back when he was done with his water. He lazily placed the glass beside him as he wrapped himself up in the blanket. The smell of the fabric was oddly calming and helped him to relax. "Mmmmm, I'm good," Yixuan had sobered up enough to get out a few words more words in Korean. He mumbled a couple more things in slurred Mandarin before closing his eyes and smiling. 

"Wooyoung.... good.." Before he could finish saying 'good night' he had already fallen asleep on the spot. It had been a long night and he was thankful to have such a nice neighbor like Wooyoung who let him crash on his couch.

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[bnwooyoung-deactivated20160704]

sweet dilemma

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Persistent. He shifts his weight from leg to leg, casting a brief glance to the wall.

“Well, sure then,” he replies, adding a quick smile.

It twitches and in the back of his mind he thinks of how weak he is, pliant under the thought of company. He could’ve easily said no again and leave it at that, but really, the empty house has been starting to get to him again. What a kind stranger, to pull him from that line. Unintentional, but still. Wooyoung crosses the threshold between them to hand the other handful of baggies to the other.

“Ah, I’m Wooyoung, by the way,” he supplies.

Up close the other man looks like a child. Large frames perched upon a delicate nose, baby pink hair, and there was a slight lilt to his words. Chinese? Maybe an overseas university kid.

[exbnyixuan]

Yixuan smiles with excitement, like a kid who finally convinces his parents to let him help out with housework. He grabs the bags from the other and nods his head with much eagerness to help.

“My name is Yixuan, but most people know me as Lu,” He said, secretly hoping that Wooyoung had heard his name on the streets. Yixuan always thought in his mind that he was pretty hot stuff in the Busan indie scene, but in reality probably only a handful of people into street musicans had even heard him play. Without another word Yixuan got to work placing more bags in front of doors.

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continued from here // @bnyixuan

Wooyoung locks the door and manages to slip his shoes off before he’s reaching out to steady Yixuan. His skin is warm beneath his palms as he manages to keep him upright, and yeah, he’s definitely drunk. He could easily lift the other onto the couch, but assumes he wouldn’t want his masculinity offended and instead he drags him there instead. Plucking his glasses out of his fingers and setting them on the coffee table, he makes for the kitchen.

“Let’s get you sober first, yeah?” Wooyoung chimes, greatly amused by it all, as always. “There’s nothing to be sorry for anyway.”

It’s not often he receives guests - even if unconventionally - and it shows in everything about his lodgings. The cushions are still stiff, the coasters have become dusty, glasses sit untouched in the cupboard, and the entryway is spotless. There’s a nudging at the back of his mind telling him to be careful, this is your space, don’t let anyone in. Wooyoung clutches the bottle of painkillers in one hand, staring at the steady stream of water filling a glass. He rolls it between calloused fingers and palm, listening to the clunky rattle of the tablets. Companionship is something he’s willing to dip his toes into, but the tide slips away from him, his own voice laughing at him.

He heaves a breath, pushing those thoughts away as he returns to Yixuan, offering the glass of water and setting the bottle beside his glasses. “Reasons why I don’t drink.”

[exbnyixuan]

“No no no, I’m a mess,” Yixuan manages to say in slurred Korean before his words begin to get jumbled in Mandarin. It was starting to become difficult to keep his eyes open, he just felt so sleepy and so exhausted. He shouldn’t have drank, he regretted everything. Everything was awful. His face was super warm too, why does he even drink, he thought.

Yixuan swipes his hand lazily in front of him as he reaches for the glass that the other is offering him. He can barely keep his eyes open for even a few seconds at his point. It’s embarrassing, but most of all frustrating because he can barely even get out coherent words in his mother tongue let alone Korean. “Woohyung...... Sleepy....”