❝ I have come to believe that the whole world is an enigma, a harmless enigma that is made terrible by our own mad attempt to interpret it as though it had an underlying truth. ❞
5 0 % L O A D I N G 。。。。 Lee Chanhee —alias, heenim
Some people were simply handed things upon birth, with skills stitched into their DNA; something to excel in, like sports, perhaps a talented tongue or exceptional ability to wield a paintbrush. Chanhee was one such person, fed up with the academics he neglected to return home and flied to S. Korea instead. Following a chain of nefarious bars and people for several weeks, he found Seoul which was pictured as one of the nicest city which was ironically, the worst one but he was immediately enamored and there, he stayed.
❝Even if you managed to escape from one cage, weren’t you just in another, larger one? ❞
By the light of the moon and the guidance of the stars, he moved. Swiftly, his feet took him as far as they would go, before he collapsed right at his destination: Seoul, South Korea. Finally, he could see his twin brother again but where to start? He was oblivious once again, everything was too foreign for him and no one’s there to help him anymore—would you like to give him a hand?
Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character healing yours.
Normally, Fiorello would go to a public library for silence and solitude but people seem to forget the purpose of the place; youngster’s muttering, their stifled laughter and blaring noises from their earphones and he just can’t stand it. He did not dare to go to the beach for there were too many hurtful memories and he’s still recovering from his friend’s death.
He went to the counter to pay for the books and as the clerk was putting the books inside of the paper bag he noticed the male’s wounded hand. Upon noticing, he quickly pulls the male’s wrist and pulls out a band aid from his pocket before placing it carefully to the wound. “What happened to your hand? I have a small first aid kit, let’s clean your wound.” The latter however, shook his head a few times before painting a subtle smile on his lips.
“Are you sure?” His lips curved downwards as he gently patted the band aid before sighing in defeat. “If you need someone to really help you clean your wound don’t hesitate to call me.” He hands over his calling card before heading off to his hotel room. He wasn’t sure why he was all worked up with the bookstore clerk’s wound, either way he’s glad he helped him in some way.
Haunt Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character watching over yours.
He politely declined the waitress who offered him the cafe’s menu, instead, he peered over her and flashes a warm smile that sent shivers to the female, and he seemed so familiar for Soojung’s eyes, too familiar. “No need for menus, I’ll have the usual: iced black coffee and a light snack—anything would do, thanks.”
So familiar and yet, I can’t recall why.
"Is that your natural hair color? It looks beautiful, red looks beautiful on you miss—just saying." His lips curved into a heart shape, eyes crinkling as he placed a tip on the table he sat earlier.
”It looks beautiful, red looks beautiful on you.”
And that’s where it hits her, heart shaped lips, big round eyes and kohl black hair. Are her eyes deceiving her? Was it really the prince? Memories seems to haunt her once again and she can only slumped herself on the comfortable chair he was sitting earlier.
I'm just a mere observer of everything in your world but would you have made her your bride if you have known earlier that she was really the one who saved you? You're a fool, parallel self—and now, I must let her and you be; It's been fun watching your story and now I must go to find the last traveler.
flevrdame replied: Ah, likewise no? It’s hard to keep up with being social and trying to be productive. -Her nose crinkled as she let out a faint chortle, eyes widening as you give her cheeks a poke; Oh- everyone seems to do that, pffft. I’m doing fine though!
That's true, i'm actually getting lazy again but I must fight the laziness— [ - nodding, he lets out a chuckle before poking your cheek once again ] You're so squishy, that's why, heh. That's good to hear then!
I’ve missed you just as much. I’ve been too preoccupied with work these past few weeks. [ - he parts his lips to let out a heavy sigh before poking the female’s cheeks ] How have you been?
jonvue answered: Fio? Unique name but easy my name’s Kai. { `smiles.} Bubble tea sounds nice are you buying? .. Do you happen to have Taro?
That's a nice name, it's nice to meet you, Kai. [ - retaliates the latter's smile before nodding ] Yup and yup—i'm assuming you like Taro flavored bubble tea then? [ - chuckles ]
vxluhan answered: → Noting that he was being addressed too, he set down the sheet of music in his hands, shifting his head forty-five degrees to his right to glance up at the individual who was speaking to him — only surprised to have seen a bubble tea being offered to him. Hesitant at first, his long, slender fingers had curled around the cup to take it into his grasp, lips pressed together for a brief moment before he spoke. “Accepting a drink from a complete stranger seems pretty shady, don’t you think?” He glanced down at the beverage in his hands. “How do I know if you didn’t spike this or not?”
Lips painted into a sheepish smile with his hands tucking onto the pockets of his pants; it's funny how people from the 21st century can't even take something without getting suspicious first but then, it's better to be safe than to be sorry—and that is something his time didn't have. "Shady—at times, yes but I didn't spiked the tea I gave you. It's just a waste if I put it in the trash. I'd give it to someone instead, so." While slightly biting one of his inner cheek; beaming, he thought of an idea that could prove it wasn't spiked. "How about I take a sip so you can see it's not spike but then, that'd be totally gross cause it already has a stranger's saliva on it."
qilin-yixing said: Happy new year, Fio. {` accepts the cupcake with another bow, tasting the icing off of his index } And that’s right, I’m from China but recently moved here to Korea. Mn, this cupcake is really good.
China, huh. [ - the male taps his chin, a subtle smile painting all over his lips ] I've been to China a lot of times—oh, thanks. I made it myself.
Your drabble for yiilixir was beautiful, I think i'm starting to ship KriSoo now. ; u ; You should make that a fanfiction tbh. jskhfjkdhgdfhg.
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Oh gosh, thank you but it’s not really beautiful. ; v ; Really? Oh wow—it’s nice to know that I made someone ship an unpopular ship { hands you an otp flag } whispers I didn’t know KriSoo existed till now—blame my muse and yilixir’s muse cause their friendship is really cute, hihi. c: the drabble was originally a kill me friendship!au but my friend insist on doing it romantically, so— oh, and my goodness, i don’t have the skills to make quality fics so i’d rather not orz but thank you!
"I want a snow drabble please." The other mumbled to her so called sibling.
Snow: I’ll write a drabble of our characters building a snowman together.
"Come and play, you’ve been so focused with your duties that you have forgotten your big brother already." The male heaves a melodramatic sigh before swiftly snatching away the heavy book from the male’s tight grasp.
"But I don’t want to build a snowman with you, i’d rather read. But fine, give me back my book afterwards or i’ll freeze your feet." He huffs which was a rare sight to see for the people inside the palace but for Fiorello it was a common thing as he nods in agreement and quietly snickers, dragging the taller boy outside to build a snowman.
Kill Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character killing yours.
Long, well-toned arms tightly wrapped around the flower’s small figure, legs entangled with one another as they inhale each other’s scent. Fiorello pursed his lips into a thin line, slightly lifting his head to catch a glimpse of the male’s visage as a rueful smile spreads from his lips. “You look so calm and yet, I know you aren’t.” The latter did not need to respond and he already knew why.
Slumping against the cushions of the couch, he lets out an exasperated sigh, eyes closed as he parts his lips. “Ah, time flies so fast for me; we’ve been friends for what? Four? Five years?” On the other side of the cushion was Kristopher, who was taking a bite from his freshly baked cookie now laughed, he laughed all because of what Fiorello has said, time will never be fast for him albeit for the other male it can and it was a selfish wish but there are times where he constantly prays for the gods—if there is one—for Fiorello to stay with him, to cuddle him, comfort him, and to keep him warm and calm until he finds the antilixir’s whereabouts but he has long given up, it has been thousands of years and yet it has not been found. Tears, Fiorelle has whispered but the male was too preoccupied by his thoughts and reveries, he scoots over to wipe the male’s hot tears that were blocking his vision. One more year, one more year and I’ll end your sufferings, I promise.
2247 springs. 2247 summers. 2247 autumns and 2248 winters.
“You’ve been gone for almost half a year and you tell me not to worry? Kyungsoo, where have you been?” His orbs that were black as kohl, stared at the latter’s eyes with his brows furrowed in concern, Fiorelle however, looks exhausted as he doesn’t bother to explain where he has been for the past few months or what he was doing, pulling out a small bottle inside his pocket, he hands it to the latter’s hands whilst mustering up a bright smile, only to become a rueful one—but no one knew how he smiled ruefully so Kristopher could only he hope it wasn’t one; he kept staring at the small bottle filled with black liquid before it hit him, bemused, he stared at him for a long time, lips parting as to speak. “Don’t. Don’t thank me; I happen to saw it when I was practicing my ability to travel through time, places and parallel worlds. Drink it up.” And now it was a sincere smile that he has flashed and the other male knew that. “But you? You would be alone. I don’t want you to be alone.” The male shook his head and once again, smiled. “Do you know who gave me that? It was the last traveler, I will pass over the gift as soon as you drink this—“ Words were cut off as Kristopher wrapped his arms around him tightly for the last time, planting a kiss on his forehead as he whispered thank you.
Two thousand two hundred forty eight springs have passed, two thousand two hundred forty eight summers have passed, two thousand two hundred forty eight autumns have passed and two thousand two hundred forty nine winters have passed and all Fiorelle could do is ask the sky if he was doing alright. Did he found out that he was alone? Or what he told him last winter was a lie? That the last traveler died just before he found his antilixir? Or did he find out that he love him not just platonically but also romantically? He will never know, for he was gone.
