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@gcholdtrops
presenting ...... ♡ 𝐆𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐏𝐒 .
a selective multi - muse | ship | verse, writing blog containing a collection of original characters, portrayed & created by jas [ UTC +2, 21+ ] this blog will be running on a moderate and sporadic activity, relying on queue.
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⤿ hana + mingyu › @gcholdtrops .
tightens the screw on the tripod, her fingers moving with the familiar ease of someone who has been doing this for a while. checks the angle twice, making sure the frame is perfect for the two of them and mingyu's work. when she finally turns her attention to him, her mouth pulls into a thin, critical line. “ tsk! that won’t do, ” her gaze travels down his collar. lets out a heavy sigh that seems to measure the exact number of inches he is falling short. “ what are you wearing ? ”
steps into his personal space. begins to smooth down the wrinkled fabric of his sleeve. “ before people can like your art, they need to like you first, and branding is everything. don't you know that ? ” the exact mantra her parents had carved into her before she was old enough to understand. “ maybe you should look more mysterious. people like that, ” hand reaching up to ruffle the thick strands of his hair. lets her palms linger against the warm skin of his cheeks, her thumb catching the small line of his jaw to hold his focus entirely. “ make-up. how do you feel if we make you look a little more tired ? and during the video you shouldn't smile, okay ? be very — ” she stops her hands, her features flattening into a mock expression of cold indifference as she drops her pitch into a flat, raspy whisper. “ nonchalant and cool. ” the performance lasts for only a second before a bright, involuntary giggle breaks through her defenses, her fingers dropping from his chin. “ got it ? do you have other clothes? can i go through your stuff and see what we're working with ? ”
a frozen statue seated in his seat when hana joined his side, not complaining or swatting her hands away. in fact, mingyu allowed her hands to fixate whatever seemed off about the frame, knowing she was the expert in that field. “ i don't really... own much different clothes than this. ” mentioning, not poor but, his closet consisted of the same article of fabric, just different colors and brands. already a bit lost in gaining attraction on media. then, chin lifts upon the guidance, eyes locking at hana and he couldn't help but smile ; subtle at first, but then it grows into regular rectangular and boxy smile —- very opposite of what female opted him to act like. “ i can try but, isn't staying true to myself better ? my art is also very vibrant... ” a side glimpse taken at the hanging painting at the wall, his proudest piece yet.
a chuckle then, at her mimicking a lower toned voice, one mingyu owned without needing to force it. “ should i also make my voice more bass ? ” last part of sentence spoken in a rougher tone, almost sounding comical because of how it vibrated. the act alone, making male laugh and that alone, proved that mingyu was indeed just a golden retriever in a human shape ; so fast at switching view and unable to really keep focus at one task before the next announced itself. “ okay, yes... ” springing up from the chair, so fast that it almost tips backward and it creates another split moment of clumsiness. mingyu quickly turns around to stop the furniture from falling, then looking over his shoulder, flashing the typical charming boyish grin. “ let's uh... let's go to my closet. ” clearing his throat after steadying the situation, guiding the two of them upstairs, his flat not being one of greatness but, it at least had some division of rooms. digits curl around the iron handles, dramatically opening both doors as if the insides contained fabric of magnificence. “ let's seeee... ” trailing a bit, eyes squinting and it was obvious mingyu didn't quite know what would describe nonchalance and cool. until eyes spot a leather jacket. “ oh ! ” expresses, and pulls it down from the rack, holding it in front of him. “ this could maybe work ? ” gaze wandering to look at hana, perhaps seeking for a glimpse of approval ; not the biggest fashion icon himself. // @idledlove
Her brows furrow, and she looks at the strings and where her fingers are placed, watching how they try to find the correct spots with little pauses in between. It's not smooth, but at least the sound is somewhat right. Her attention from the strings shifts to the man, and her eyes widen slightly. He wants her to teach him how to play piano? There's a light blush creeping up on her cheeks, and her head drops so her face is slightly hidden. "I don't know if I would be a great teacher..." The femme mumbles, and she lets her fingers gently drum the guitar's wooden frame. She has never taught someone. Let alone let someone hear her playing the said instrument. "But I can try!" She quickly adds, her dark hues turning to look at him again, and she smiles slightly, the redness now evident on her cheeks when he compliments her skills. "I just had a great teacher, that's all."
observant eyes watches her and the sight causes a natural smile to tuck at the corner of his mouth, sheepish state of head hiding to then meet his eyes —- sooyoung's face beet read, but complimentary to her features. “ you'll learn with time, i can be your try-out pupil. ” speaking from experience, remembering how chaotic his first lesson had been, not knowing where to place himself. yet, here he was, teaching people as a side thing, to share what he enjoyed doing the most. “ i can share some tips, for you to be a good teacher as well... and, ” pausing, setting the guitar aside then and looking in femme's direction. “ thank you ~ ” glint of gratitude in both hues as seungwoo joined the femme over at the couch, though with a respectful distance kept between them ; gaining better view of her finger placement, or more importantly, the pressure sooyoung's digits had on the underlying strings. “ when you move your fingers over the strings, let it be smooth... kinda like surfing ? if you've tried that. ” warm smile remained consistent on his features, knowing that wasn't a sports many did but, most had an idea of what it must feel like, riding the waves.
“ isn’t that a good thing ? ” inquires softly, voice carrying a bright, chirpy lilt that sounds entirely full of life as she looks up to meet his gaze with tantalizing eyes. quickly tucks a stray strand of hair behind her ear the moment he moves to accommodate her request, her teeth catching her lower lip to suppress a wide, telltale smile from breaking across her face. “ right here ? ” asks, though she purposely misplaces her hand a string below the correct position, shifting her weight slightly closer to his side. tries her best to avoid leaning her entire frame heavily against him, attempting to remain content with the simple, intoxicating rush of his warmth settling against her shoulder.
keeps her gaze fixed on his profile with a giddy smile, only looking down at the instrument when he turns his head, trying to appear genuinely invested in the lesson. “ but if i don’t press it hard enough, it barely makes the sound i want. it just sounds dung, ” explains, letting out a bright laugh as she mimics the dull thud of a muted note. “ but let me try, ” looking up at him with an expectant smile before strumming a little more gently this time. the chord still rings out rough enough to make anyone flinch, but she offers a proud, immediate defense. “ that’s an improvement. ” holds her hand still over the wood, purposedly wedging her fingers awkwardly between the wires to show him her dilemma, unsatisfied with having only one of his hands touching hers. “ my fingers get stuck between the strings when i strum it. i can’t make it feel like one single movement. it still feels too individual. how do i not do that ? ”
sudden realization of the close proximity invades his mind immensely, as if before it had just been naturally to shift closer, excusing it as helping ; which was the initial thought behind his act. however now, seungwoo picks up the scent of her sweet perfume, how her shoulders would bounce in movement alongside the sound of bubbled laughter. sound of the deeper noise brings him out of, whatever this trance was, lids fluttering over his eyes before a smile gently carves onto lips at her words. “ some songs might require that sort of node, maybe that's just your expertise ~ ” teasingly said, digits hovering above her hand lightly pinching at her wrist, a touch innocent but impacting that he meant words in pure playfulness as well.
the strings plays a tune, still a bit unsteady and clunky rather than elegant and mellow —- gillian's quick defense earning a chuckle from him, hand currently not occupant by holding hers, rising to cover it away ; a strange habit of his. “ of course, rome wasn't built on one day either... slow advancement is still... improvement. ” words of assurance once again, finding it easy to give to the ones he taught, keep their flame alive for their interest for music. “ hm ? your fingers ? ” questions, lips pouting outward in expression, leaning back forward which causes pec of his chest to firmly press against her, seungwoo's chin almost resting atop of her shoulder as he looks down. “ mmh, i see... ” murmurs, instinctively reaching down with spare hand, carving gently along the length of one digits. “ definitely nimble... maybe a plectrum will suffice ? ” murmurs, more in a thinking aloud mannerism but, the hold is kept on her hand, other one vanishing to behind her where he rummages front pocket of jeans, finding the triangle shaped object. “ here, see it as an extension of your fingers ~ ” palm holding hers is turning gillian's hand around, placing the plectrum in the center of hers, offering the same minor yet, warm, smile.
frame settles right back next to her, close and encapsulating, fingers instead grabbing the ghost of a hold along her dainty wrist, other returning to instead be the one pressing the string down along the neck of the guitar. “ maybe, for now, get a feel with just using the plectrum, then i'll settle the nodes ? ” suggesting, chin lifts and he's once again reminded of just how close they were to each other, internally hoping the beating of his heart weren't felt by gillian's shoulder but, also knew it was hard to miss so, seungwoo simply tried to remain unbothered ; at least pretend his gaze hadn't drifted lower to rosy petals once or twice. // @idledlove
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀✢⠀𓈒⠀ ֹ⠀⠀⠀a private starter⠀⠀⸺⠀⠀for @gcholdtrops ! ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ shin geonu appreciates you. ♡
⠀⠀⠀⊹ ࣪ ˖⠀⠀⠀❛ i don't need reminders on how you don't feel the same. ❜
closing the door to the studio behind him, legs striding over to the usual spot that he frequently occupied when visiting the other's studio. “ me ? ” asking in the midst of his body heavily falling into the armrest chair, neatly tucked into the corner, frame easily filling up the space. “ thought you stated you didn't want to date anyone with groupies running after them. ” a statement roan had heard in the hallways of the building, both producing their music here. at first-glace, however, geonu had piqued his interest early on but, little birds in the corners told him it was off limits with famous people ; even if his band was unlike most celebrities —- joining after parties and mingling with the peers enjoying their tunes, gaining them a bit of a rebellious reputation but, the guys and roan himself, didn't really care much for gossip and slander about them. “ wouldn't it just be a waste of time then ? ” asking, not really phased by much, annoying smirk symbolizing that as well.
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Another night, first pizza delivery of the night. Oddly, Sangmin enjoys his job. The payment is shitty, but at least he gets to drive around, has a good reason to drive faster than the speed limit allows, and gets tips once in a while. Sure, there are moments when customers complain when the delivery hasn't been as fast as they have wanted to, but it's not really his fault if the traffic is bad. In this case, there was no traffic. It's late into the evening, so the traffic has calmed down, and he doesn't have to hurry with deliveries. With a warm box of pizza in his hand, he rings the doorbell, and the waiting game begins.
needing a round of her favorite comfort food to defeat all the heartbreak currently controlling her mind, to get into a different headspace —- after using some time to feel sorry for herself. hara finding no other better ways to do so, then stuffing her face with slices of pizza. having watched the pin of her delivery driver faithfully, like any would've followed their favorite show on the television ; hara just too vulnerable to watch anything which may trigger another session of weeping. dragging her slipper covered feet to the door, t-shirt big enough to swallow her frame as she opened the door, a clear redness decorating the edges of each eye as she looks up at the guy. “ hi, how much do i owe you ? ” typically chirpy behavior all gone, emotions everywhere but nowhere to be seen on her features at that moment.
if there was one thing haewon could always rely on woobin for was his ability to take perfect pictures . even if it meant embarrassing himself to a lower position , practically crouched over , he'd get the perfect shot . haewon naturally posed with her front turned and leg lightly kicked behind her , and moved a few times as she saw his finger tap at the screen before he lifted himself to show her the shots . " they're great ! " haewon enlarged the picture to make sure there weren't any imperfections , finding none , and smiling . " we need some of us together ? " she took the phone herself and turned the front camera on , stepping to woobin's side and using her free hand to cup under her chin , then another where she poked at his cheek . " that's better . can you send those to me ? " she asked .
finding it effortless to capture haewon in photos , a natural in posing and her beauty was nonnegotiable , anybody would be able to attest to that . woobin found himself smiling as she posed , each photo taking in sincerity and ensuring she'd always come out nice ; even if that was mostly thanks to her ability to have her photos taken . “ together ? ” asks after having silently admired her , inspecting the pictures . eyes gazed at her as she again posed with such ease , following her guidelines by tilting head into the poke of her index finger , causing cheek to automatically push upward ; mirroring it to her other cheek while displaying a charming smile toward the phone soon after .
“ of course , here . ” digits fish out her phone sticking up from her bag , airdropping the photos to her instantly —- woobin unfortunately having a memory like a sieve , so informations would get lost there pretty easily . leaning forward , closing the gap just a bit to murmur underneath his breath , kept just for the two of them . “ maybe wait with posting them though ~ ” said with a glint in both hues , smile portraying a feigned innocence . “ don't want your father scolding me, for making you skip class this afternoon . ” wasn't a class of great importance but , both families appreciated hard work and showing up nonetheless .
⠀his reassurance should've been enough. maybe to anyone else, it would've been, but yerin had spent the better part of the last few months watching netizens dissect blurry reflections in café windows, matching bracelets worn weeks apart, even the direction idols happened to glance during an encore stage. she'd seen harmless interactions become dating rumors overnight, and she knew better than to underestimate the internet. one mistake could undo everything she and her members had sacrificed to finally stand where they were. her lips parted, only to close again as her eyes lingered on him instead, noticing how stubbornly he avoided meeting her gaze. somehow, that hesitation alone spoke louder than any denial he could offer. "...that's exactly what worries me." Her voice softened, the frustration from moments ago melting into something far more vulnerable. "Fans don't need names. They make connections out of nothing... and this... this isn't nothing." The silence that followed settled heavily between them until she finally sighed, running a hand through her hair before wandering over to stand beside him. Her shoulder rested against the same brick wall, fingers absentmindedly fidgeting with the sleeve of her hoodie, a nervous habit she'd never been able to shake. "...maybe I'm just overthinking it," she murmured, though neither of them believed it. "It's just... we've worked so hard to get here. my members are finally smiling because people know our names now. I'm terrified one rumor could make everyone forget the music we've been fighting to share."
⠀⠀⠀Her gaze remained fixed ahead, though every so often it drifted toward him before quickly darting away again. She'd heard countless songs over the years—love songs, heartbreak songs, songs written from imagination—but none had ever made her stop in her tracks quite like his had. Maybe it was because she knew him too well or maybe it was because she remembered every little conversation they shared far more clearly than she cared to admit. Another sigh escaped her before she glanced sideways, only to find the same concern reflected across his face and immediately the knot in her chest loosened just enough for a faint smile to appear. "...I'm sorry," she laughed softly beneath her breath. "I don't want you worrying because of me too." With a gentle exhale, she nudged his shoulder with hers, the familiar gesture effortlessly dissolving a fraction of the tension. "...For what it's worth..." Warmth crept into her cheeks as she looked away. "I liked your part the most."
⠀⠀⠀The admission slipped out before she could stop it. Smiling to herself, she slowly turned until she was facing him completely, leaving only a small space between them. there was something almost unfair about how easy it was to read him after all these years. A teasing glimmer returned to her eyes as she folded her arms loosely across her chest. "Are you really not going to confess and tell me it's me?" she asked, one brow arching in quiet amusement. "Because I remember that day after my photoshoot." One finger lifted as though she were presenting evidence. "First, you texted me saying i looked beautiful." Another finger followed. "Then you told me the wind made the photos look like something straight out of a movie." Her grin widened as she leaned in just enough to catch his reaction. "and then your album comes out, and suddenly there's a girl standing beneath the sky with her hair caught in the breeze wearing a million-dollar smile." She let the comparison linger, studying any tiny cracks beginning to form in his composure before a soft laugh escaped her. Lightly nudging his arm once more, she tilted her head, eyes sparkling with playful curiosity. "Come on, don't tell me that's all just one very convenient coincidence." Another beat passed before she smiled a little wider. "So..." she drawled, unable to resist teasing him one last time. "Am I your muse now... or are you still going to keep insisting it's 'just lyrics'?"
although his eyes aren't directly looking toward yerin, her movement is still capture within his peripheral ; always been so hyper-aware of her whereabouts, even at times where he shouldn't. joined events where countless of idols and celebrities was gathered, needing to greet each other politely, but also pretending like that was all it was. a greeting to show respect and kindness. the lecture of how to avoid scandals, rumors ... something they all went through. “ you're only right to overthink it, considering all the warnings we're told... ” reassures her in a steadier voice, because at the end of the day this wasn't just about them. their individual groups would always somehow follow too. despite all of this, his company had thought the tale of a love story was smart, eunho having only doubled the risk by making scribbles about his own experience —- thinking it'd be safe since the rest of his members were doing the same. fiction or non-fiction, might've been the vast difference. however with yerin putting everything into perspective, male's heart drops because the range widens to the sacrifices their families did, for them to love out a dream of becoming idols. “ with you girls' talent, you'll only be climbing the ladder, rumors or not. ” offering a smile, charming and warm as head turns to finally look at her ; netzines and articles complimenting them for a powerful comeback, charts rising at the speed of light.
having finally dared to look at her, and just in time too, to witness one of eunho's favorite looks on yerin —- one he had grown accustomed to the few times they managed to find time to talk. a dust of red coloring the apple of her cheeks, a timid smile to match and then came the nudge to his shoulder. “ yeah ? ” questioning, smile widening just a smidge further as frame turned to match her stance ; shoulder against the brick wall to fully face her. “ what about it did you lik—- ” pausing then, as yerin started listing the, oh so obvious, evidence that she had been the one wandering his mind, every stroke of the pen across paper, she had been right there supporting the claims he'd write down. lids flutter over orbs in a stuttering motion, speech following suit soon after. “ h-hey, you don't have to point it out like that, ” hand lifts and pushes in behind the hoodie pulled over head, rubbing along the hairs tracing his nape only to have it remain there. “ you just see straight through me, don't you ? ” admitting defeat as there was no turning back now, not when she could easily pull out receipts of his text messages, containing exactly what she just said, word for word. chuckles in utter defeat then. “ don't think i can quite keep up that act anymore, mrs. detective ~ ” words said through a voice of mischief, offering a cheekier smile in her direction. last question lingers in the air silently between them, when eunho's hand reaches forward, digits gently wrapping around the edge of her sleeve, urging her closer toward him ; but still leaving a respectful gap between their bodies. “ would you want to be ? my muse... ” specifying, voice having dropped a tone lower, a set of words which was just for yerin to hear. tongue runs over plumbs briefly, mind shortly pondering if to push boundaries but, knowing he shouldn't as the lyrics had already crossed too far. “ forgive me ? i guess that moment just came to mind first, when asked to describe something breathtaking... ” last word is murmured, almost timid to admit that the exact sight had made his breath feel stuck in his chest, forgotten time and space —- confession he'd never directly speak out, knowing it'd not lead them anywhere. “ if asked, in interviews or whatever, i'll make sure to refer to a movie scene instead, ” pausing, other hand lifting to gently nudge the knuckle of his index finger to her cheek, still burning with a shade of red. “ can't promise i might use you as a referral in the future though. ” teasingly said, both knowing he'd never misuse her trust like that but, their regular moodlet easily settled back into conversation.
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goosebumps form on soft skin at his sudden words, knows they were meant as an insult but it causes eyes to roll practically to the back of her skull — she doesn't even attempt to hide the smirk on her lips that matches his own. “ you love it... ” fingers grip tightly onto him as his fingers continue to work, driving her completely insane but she refuses to break for even a second. upon wrapping pretty lips around his finger, she knows she's that much closer to winning this silly little game.
“ mmm, sorry. ” femme moans out, pulling back with a pop of her mouth before letting out a soft chuckle. lips suddenly part in awe as he switches up his moves, moving to and from officially sending her almost over the edge ; thighs shaking against his arm as fingers dig deeper into his skin. “ oh god... ” femme groans out, a short gasp emitting her lips against his mouth as he grabs her in for a heated kiss. “ technically you've already lost— you're the one touching me. ” bitna taunts him, though the real game is how fast the other gives in completely and that simply will never be her. “ when did you get so good at this ? ” can't help the further teasing, it's in her blood. cheeks are burning hot under his intense gaze, mixed with the lews sounds filling the room as her own fingers move to fiddle with the button of his jeans. “ you want me to touch you too, gukkie ? how bad, huh ? — bad enough to give in to this silly little competition we've got going ? ”
gaze never strays from the sight in front of him, only aiding in his own arousal growing immensely. rosy cheeks, kiss-swollen lips and a feisty tongue —- all things bitna owned, all things yongguk loved. “ i lost ? ” disbelief so obvious in tone of voice, annoying cheeky smirk plastered over features ; digits curling purposely inside of her, where a sound had emitted the loudest just prior. “ with the state you're in right now, i'm definitely on the winning side, baby. ” whispering underneath his breath, gaze lowering to where her digits were fiddling with the lock of his jeans. an act which makes his breath escape more heavily, almost staggering in anticipation from his erection prominently drawing an outline just below her hands, which weren't touching but, the mere proximity was enough to make his mind spin further. “ would be cruel of you not to, considering i'm giving you the gesture of touch—- oh ? ”
smirk returns, wider than ever, as her words then counterparts her previous statement. “ so, allowing the other to touch you, means you've given in... well, ” digits vanishes from inside of her, running over rosy petals below in a teasing brush of glistening fingers. “ according to your rules, you lost fifteen minutes ago, bitna ~ ” low chuckle emits, fingertips returning to edge her in the form of torturous slow circular motions at her bundle of nerves, tip of nose bumping against hers in a contrasted sweetness. “ are you gonna let me claim my prize then ? ” speaking against her mouth, other hand lifting to cup breast by slipping past bra restraining the flesh, pad of thumb teasingly flicking pert bud ; additional pleasure, as that was yongguk's aim at the end of every game of theirs, that bitna was left fully satisfied.
⤿ stella + yongguk › @gcholdtrops .
news of the engagement arrives like a sudden, quiet shift in the air, leaving her staring at the screen for a long beat. the timeline feels entirely unfair. it seems like a short amount of time to break up, move on, and decide to propose to someone else. sure, they had been on and off for years, a predictable cycle where she would routinely worm her way back into his life whenever he started getting close to another woman, only to grow entirely bored and ghost him the moment he was hers again. but this announcement feels different. this is a permanence she never forsee, a serious step that makes her throat feel tight and dry. a realization settles heavily beneath her ribs: why is he marrying someone who isn't her? the thought is unacceptable, a crack in the reality she built around his availability.
needs to find a way to pull him back into her life, and a calculated crisis is the only logical tool left in her arsenal. staging an emergency required little effort, just a purposeful request to the clinic staff to dial his number instead of the current contact on her file. drops her hands into her lap when he finally arrives at the hospital, watching him approach the cot with a carefully measured look of vulnerability. “ look, i’m sorry, i forgot to update my emergency contact, ” she says, her voice purposedly softened. lifts her chin to meet his eyes, letting the silence stretch between them for a second before she continues. “ can you at least give me a ride back to my place ? i don’t think i can drive, and i can’t take a cab because... well, i don’t want a complete stranger carrying me. ” shifts her weight against the thin mattress, raising her wrapped, purposely injured foot just enough to emphasize the splint. notices the hesitation in the line of his jaw and lets her mouth turn down into a slight pout. “ don’t be so heartless. ”
having told himself it'd be the last time stella would decide the pace of their relationship, and just like the numerous of previous times, a few months and then she grew bored. yongguk still not knowing why, or what it was —- leaving a constant reminder of her in his mind, questioning if there was genuinely something wrong with him ; if his presence simply wasn't cut out for a steady, proper, relationship. until present partner stepped into his life. all it took was a night out, a couple of drinks and they matched like two jigsaw pieces. so much, that male's mind started to erase stella and the moments the two of them shared. but, just as male was getting on the right track, even if a fast laned one, stella announced her presence in the form of an emergency. only proving that the care he held for her all those years, was still alive, just numbed down deep within his heart.
the steps down the hospital wing was heavy, every step adding another reason why he should turn around and go back to his fiancé. yet, he instead found himself standing beside stella's appointed bed before even realizing it himself. “ never knew i was your emergency contact to begin with. ” voice a feigned emotionless tone, while his eyes holds a different glint of worry, one yongguk tried to subdue to not show her ; not wanting to let her in, despite how easily she had done so before. “ what happened ? you're normally quite careful about not getting injuries. ” eyes avoiding hers and primarily focuses on the cast neatly wrapped around her wounded limp. because when he does look, the walls starts cracking inside of him at the sight of the cutely shaped pout, an expression stella knew would shake up his heart.
however, the description she gave him earns a scoff in disbelief, having been anything but heartless to her during their years of ... on-offs. “ i can give you a lift home, did they give you crutches to use ? ” gaze searches the room and giving him the perfect excuse to not directly look at her, to not fall into a state of care and worry ; to give into the natural sense of aiding her whenever she fell ill. helping her home, sure, but male had to stand his ground and ensure that he stepped no further than the edge of her house. “ you'd need them to get around, when you're by yourself. ” stating the obvious, showing that her ending things constantly still kept a thorn in his side, proving that she'd probably always linger in his mind, somehow. “ did you inform your parents ? ” moving away from the bed once spotting the crutches neatly tucked away in the corner, pondering for a second why they'd not leave them closer to her, in case she needed to move. “ here, you know how these work, right ? ” questioning, the glint of care now warm in both hues as he's looking at her, and he swears internally at how much he wants to help her sit, to stand, to guide her to his car, whether through carrying her or being a supporting beam. but, the other side of his brain screamed at him to not cave in, knowing it'd damage any sort of defenses yongguk had put up. // @idledlove
hayun’s attention was immediately captured when siyeon mentioned doing a reading once. the laughter coming from the other caused hayun to feel less on edge and she quirked a wide grin onto her lips at siyeon’s story. “honestly? that doesn’t surprise me,” she also laughed, knowing so many of those ‘fortune tellers’ were simply using lines from media or coming up with whatever they could drum up on the spot. “so,” her voice entirely laced with curiosity, “did you ever get pulled into that darkness by a strange man?” her eyes slightly narrowed at siyeon, trying to make the question less dull and as if the cards could have been correct. “i think i’m going to take your stance on it. fate is fate.” hayun shrugged then, waltzing further into her shop.
finally going behind the counter and checking over the inventory clipboard she tended to keep close, the redhead was delighted to find no new things arriving today. no need to annoy her twin brother for his extra help in lifting. hearing siyeon, she turned her head and looked up from the clipboard. placing the item aside, she crossed her arms and leaned upon the counter top, her body relaxed and fixed. she wasn’t so much worried about siyeon as she had been but she still needed a few more credentials to be shown by the other woman before relenting about her history and family background. “mhm! actually, my brother sort of helped my finance it at first through one of his pro gaming wins. i’m not sure if that was his halo competition or league of legends… either way, you can thank hyeok. if you ever visit again, you may even run into him. you know, tall, tries to play it cool, sorta beefy if you ask me. so, very square…” she recalled his silhouette, almost dazing off until she heard the siyeon wanted a clue in on the crystals at hand. something within the witch said she probably knew something about them from social media at least, but there was something else.. hayun couldn’t put her finger on it. “if you’re willing to listen to me ramble about them, sure. i love helping people with crystals.” her warm smile even brighter then, almost lighting the store up itself.
situating herself next to siyeon and before the crystals section itself, she waved an arm above the section. “pick which color stands out to you most or which crystal.” the redhead prompted. “just, don’t touch it unless you plan on keeping it.” she winked, believing the energy for said crystals were meant to be handled delicately and only if the person touching it or held it really intended on buying the item. “if you ask me, my favorite’s always been citrine.” she pointed out the bright and shimmering yellow crystal. “today’s uses are mostly for abundance and positive energy. which, i like to think the world needs more of and so, i’ve got one at home.” while she didn’t believe fully in their properties, there was still something mystical about them and when used in conjunction with incantations, hayun knew they were powerful aides.
the shared opinion on fortune tellers caused a softer, almost sweet, cackle to erupt from rosy petals ; a sound not easily drawn out from siyeon and yet, the topic itself fell directly into her taste of joking around. “ can't say i did, but i got many years to experience yet, so maybe it'll happen one day. ” hands lifted to display the act of innocence, showing that despite her beliefs going against scammers, fate might just pull her directly into a situation as what was told. “ surely, there's some out there who is more trust worthy than others, but tarot and palm readings ? i just can't find it in myself to trust that. ” speaking in pure honesty, matter of fact being that she, herself, was the real deal and all she needed to do was look, touch or concentrate to see visions —- that was left out of the admission when talking to hayun, for now.
listening to how femme spoke about her brother, it instantly made a smile bloom on her features ; a big family person herself, so hearing a sister-brother bond like theirs, warming her up to hayun being on the better end of the spectrum of beings, still unaware why she'd be blocked out but, using this time to just slowly get to know one another. “ a pro gamer even ? ” expression of impressed displayed through a subtle whistle. “ shows a lot of care, that he'd share some of those prizes, to bring up this shop for and with you. ” a laughter then spills at the descriptive imagery hayun gave her, in case siyeon was ever to bump into hyeok. “ sounds like somebody i'd easily spot, beefy and square, got it. ” repeating the main words characterizing her brother she had used, offering a smile with head lifted as hayun came to stand next to her by the display table, containing rows of protected crystals. palms settle atop of the table counter, leaning weight a bit forward as her eyes traces over the variants ; nodding slowly while attentively listening to the energies she listed for her. “ do you know how it was figured out ? what crystal belonged to which energies ? ” curiosity hangs heavy in the questions she's asking, unsure of how it came to work ; the crystal resting in her pocket being like a lifeline for her.
interest catches a purple crystal, labeled ‘ amethyst ’ , a well known resource in multiple games and around the world, but the energy it gave, siyeon wasn't quite sure of. “ this one ? i feel sort of drawn to it... i got no clue what it'd help with though. ” admitting, eyes lifting then to gaze at hayun's side-profile, once more fixating in trying to absorb any shape or form of memory, a blink of an event but, only thing she's perfectly seeing, is hayun's captivating features —- in itself not a bad thing. but, with the expectations of something else, the oracle can't help but frown, having hoped them chatting maybe opened a crack for her to slip through, but that wasn't quite the case. “ it's really pretty though... ” she murmurs at last, additional comment to why she may have taken a liking to it to begin with.
a stack of humming memory servers occupied one corner where a filing cabinet should have been . tangles of fiber optic cables crawled across the ceiling like luminous vines , dripping blue and pink light over scavenged furniture . somewhere deeper in the room , an old neural recorder clicked rhythmically , as if listening to a conversation nobody else could hear . the air smelled faintly of ozone and overheated processors . and right in the middle of it all stood cipher , looking entirely too pleased to have an unexpected guest occupying her workspace . her laugh rang through the cramped room at siyeon's veiled concern . “ kill you ? no , no . do you know how difficult it is to find interesting people willing to walk into a memory forger's office without screaming first ? you're already in the top five “ a bright smile accompanied the statement , though whether she was joking remained impossible to tell . at the mention of drinks , their brows lifted . “ oh , that's true ” cipher gasped dramatically . “ i invited you straight to my creepy den before offering refreshments ” a hand landed over their chest . “ truly , what has become of me ? ” the performance lasted all of three seconds before dissolving into a grin . as siyeon reached up to adjust their hood , cipher stilled . she didn't mind - most people simply avoided touching her entirely . hence the brief brush against her neck drew a curious blink from her . ” huh , you're either very brave or catastrophically bad at self preservation " neither possibility seemed to concern her . distance between them vanished almost naturally within the cluttered space . there wasn't much room to begin with . then came siyeon's question . eyes narrow slightly , not in suspicion but recognition . like she'd just caught a magician palming a card and was far more delighted by it than impressed . “ hey ” a finger lifts immediately . “ you're doing that thing ” cipher points directly at siyeon . “ where i ask a question and somehow five seconds later we're talking about me instead ” rocks back against the desk , hands braced behind her . “ honestly ? i'd be proud if i wasn't the one getting juked . ”
environmental sounds numbed out around them , like a cloudy blur in siyeon's peripheral as she singled out cipher , eyes barely blinking in case it'd loose focus on the main task at hand —- figuring out how she perfectly blocked her vision , all while needing to do the same . walls crackling in pixels like a video game , blaming the chippy way femme in front of her acted ; finding positives where others found negatives . intriguing and peculiar all at the same time . “ top 5 ? after only 5 minutes of chatting , that's a record for me . ” snickering , sound much more deafened than the laughter cipher produced , such a contrast but with a shared amount of curiosity about opposite . “ that's one star off of my review about this place , you've got to be careful you don't lose all of them , ma'am ~ ” a flicker of mischief announces itself , just for a split second , giving away that whatever surface siyeon may have displayed , wasn't all that thick to break apart either . space is generated with female leaning against the desk , siyeon contemplating for a brief second but remains standing in her spot , as if that was now her area of safety . when in all honesty , cipher didn't strike her as being an evil being , at all . “ just want to satisfy my curiosity , as much as you do yours... wouldn't call that getting juked , ” pausing , eyeing the room in a mannerism of one who seemed to scout out hints , tips , answers to the questions in her mind . “ just a fair trade , is it not ? ” hues are back forward , connecting with opposite ones and she smiles , sweetly and warm , showcasing an openness rather than that of an intruder of her mind . even when , that was exactly what both of them were attempting to do . “ so you can put my memory in a file , somewhere over there . ” head nudged to the servers humming in the corner , giving her the first case of reality after breaking free from her hyper fixating on cipher herself .
~ ♡ —- continued from here | @idledlove —- siyeon & gu
hues wanders, searches and continuously fails to find any form for answers, any shape of emotion ... in fact, this might be the first person, creature, siyeon encountered with no shown sentiment to their surrounding folk. why. that was the question femme now sought solutions for, looking at the stranger as if he had become an equation for her to fix. “ no, i'm the one who bumped into you... expecting to to apologize would be, ” pausing as her eyes trails over him, not judgmental in any way, just observing quietly for any signs or hints of what or who this guy was. “ heartless, i'd say. ” tone of voice indicates the analysis she had made of him, by almost x-raying him right there on the cold cement pavement ; not paying mind to him possibly needing to be elsewhere —- not when she had a million questions racing in her mind.
things which shouldn't be any of her business, yet siyeon was nosey by nature and it was showing. “ had a bad day, or haven't you discovered the joy of smiling yet ? ” topic changing was a skill she found herself mastering, to quickly overcome any nerves or unsureness boiling in her stomach. after all, this was the first time her abilities had failed her, not allowing her an insight in this being's past, present nor future. it intrigued her as much as it scared her. “ would you let me make it up to you ? ” inquiring without really having a way of doing that, in mind. however, needed to keep him standing, to try and figure out more about him, even if just his name —- her internship could make her look through records, meaning a step further, if he was truthful to her, that was. “ i'm siyeon, by the way... ” offering a gentler smile, holding out a hand for pure aesthetics of politeness ; needing to smooth over her initial shot of calling out his stale expression.
There's a grin playing on her lips when the kiss is deepened by him, and she lets herself forget that they're in the school's nurse's office. A place where they sneaked in after she discovered the school's nurse isn't around. And her grin widens when he moves her to sit on the bed, thighs automatically hugging his hips, ankles behind his thighs. She thinks about it for a moment and then shakes her head. "Good. But don't become a boxer." She brings up the topic for a brief moment before her lips crash against his. Yes, Reina has to admit it. It's pretty attractive to picture Callum as a boxer, but it would also have her sit on the edge of her seat and worry if his opponent punches him too hard. Rugby has her already on the edge of her seat, and she doesn't even care about sports.
Her hands have moved away from his shoulders to hold the hem of his shirt, and she tugs it gently, pulling him towards her to have their bodies pressed while her lips are still connected to his, the kiss deeper and messier than the previous one. A finger wouldn't fit between them. She doesn't care if someone walks in on them. She's never cared if someone sees them kissing and hands roaming on each other's bodies ( which is hypocritical because she gives judgmental looks to people who make out in public ). "Does it hurt anywhere else?" She inquires, once again breaking the kiss, and she licks her lips, breathing heavier than before, and her nose touches his.
parting ways to hear her expressing a dislike toward the image of him actually becoming a boxer, earning a minor smile to trace onto plumbs before they're being captured by hers again ; something callum quickly carves into, kissing her back with a similar amount of passion. so easily losing himself in her, whenever the chance offered itself. and the two of them being alone in a room, with nobody to peer at them ? seemed like the perfect opportunity. “ i won't. ” promised words murmured in between small gaps of the lip-lock, when they'd pull back to breathe or to realign lips differently.
bodies presses together upon her request, feet stepping forward but because of close proximity, it could barely be considered to be a full step —- showcasing that despite them already being glued together, it didn't seem to be enough once they were first tangled up with each other. faces then comes apart, foreheads leaning onto each other as if to not let any separation through. eyes open but only halfway, gazing down upon her and the sight of her being just slightly breathless, is enough to cause a soft smile to appear on his lips. “ hmm, ” sounds of ponder emits, one hand leaving her thigh to find her own grabbing around his shirt, instead he guides reina's hand to beneath his shirt ; touch making his breath stagger just a bit. “ i think maybe he got a good punch in here too... ” it was true but, it had also been an excuse for her hand to then trail up over toned abdominal, muscles automatically tensing up due to her cooler touch onto warm skin. “ think you can help ease the pain there as well ? ” mischief returns as a glint in both his hues, chin lifting just enough to press a kiss to the button of her nose, just to give one more subtle one to her pair of rosy petals.
lets out a short, quiet chuckle, his thumb tapping the plastic cap of his water bottle. calling tonight a stroke of luck feels like an insult to the months he spent planning this very evening, but he keeps that to himself. it wasn't a god pulling strings from the ceiling; it was him playing god from the shadows to make this night haappen. “ i’ll make sure to grab my ticket later, ” he says, his mouth curving into an easy, harmless line that matches the shallow humor she is trying to use as a foothold. “ you’re welcome, ” he responds, his voice dropping into a level, unhurried cadence . “ since lunch ? that’s not good. ” he crosses the small distance of the kitchen, his hand moving to the third cabinet on the left where he smoothly pulls out the exact brand of instant ramen he already knows she prefers. he could have made a complex, homemade meal from scratch, but a pristine plate would look entirely too deliberate for a stranger who just happened to be staying on her brother's couch. a package of dried noodles is a much more convincing coincidence. “ i do cook, ” he adds, offering her an amused look over his shoulder as the blue flame of the stove ignites with a dull hiss.
sets the small tin pot over the fire, waiting for the first signs of heat to ripple through the water before he turns back to face her. he plants both of his palms flat against the counter, leaning his weight forward until his shoulders shadow the edge of her glass. narrows his eyes slightly, copying the pretty tilt of her manicured finger with a suppressed, gentle smile that stays strictly within the boundaries of a friendly wager. “ it stays between us, and no judgment, ” he repeats, nod firm and solemn enough to seal the boundary she needs.
“ wow, ” he says, letting out a short, heavy breath that thins out into the steam rising behind him. “ that’s harsh. ” he stretches the syllables out, his expression carefully shifting into a masterpiece of unbothered sympathy while he watches the gloss in her eyes threaten to spill over her lower lashes. “ men, am i right ? ” he asks, the chuckle that follows light enough to safely place him on her side of the fence without making him look like he is trying too hard to hold her hand. “ on behalf of my kind, i’m sorry about him. we don’t claim him. ” he reaches for the cardboard carton on the refrigerator shelf, his fingers steady as he lifts the lid. “ eggs ? ” he asks, because no matter how beautifully she handles her grief, he cannot bring himself to care about the ghost of a hundred-day milestone; he only cares about how quickly he can replace the name in her head with his own. “ did you respond to his message ? ” he pauses, his hand hovering over the boiling pot as he looks back at her with a teasing, bright crinkle around his eyes. “ please tell me you didn’t send him a paragraph message. ”
even though silas was practically a stranger, he wandered through sooho and sooah's shared kitchen with the ease of someone who belonged there. there was something effortlessly warm about him, a quiet familiarity that made it hard to believe they'd only become acquainted ten minutes earlier. with both siblings constantly caught up in work, home-cooked meals had become something of a rarity. so when silas casually revealed he knew his way around a kitchen, a flicker of hope immediately found its way into sooah's eyes. In that instant, she finally understood why sooho had welcomed him into their home without bothering to wonder how she'd take it. “ if that is the case, ” pausing, the sadness having clouded her expression was replaced with an unmistakable excitement, body instinctively inching forward, nearly perched at the edge of her chair. “ can i invite you over one day, so i can personally try out your cooking ? ” suggests as it reveals how easily she'd bend a knee for a proper prepared meal.
after the tale of her horror night, silas easily managed to crack a smile onto rosy petals, to break away the focus on the hurt happening in her heart ; to justify the anger she felt toward, her now ex, who had belittled her entire existence. “ we need more guys like you, who's on our side. ” a sigh exhaled almost dramatically, only to be quickly replaced by a warmer expression, hand coming up to remove the tear carving down her cheek upon a blink of an eye —- gaze then casts over to silas. “ eggs, eggs would be good, thanks. ” gentler smile thrown his way, digits tugging the sleeve of her shirt down to cover hands, then hugging arms closer against ribcage. “ smells good... ” whispers under her breath, frame resting forward over the granite island as chin tipped upward, as if to get a better sniff of the odor traveling through a damp in the kitchen.
air fills cheeks and puffs them up naturally when he asks about her method of respond, looking off to the side to try and avoid the question but it remains heavy in the room. “ not a paragraph, no... just, a few lines... containing some slurs, ” digits grab ahold around condensed can, bringing to her lips to sip in hopes it'd mask the fact that she admitted being fairly nasty in return. “ you know, just to let him know that he made a mistake, losing me... ” last two words whispered more to herself, as if she needed to convince herself more than silas. the sound of her setting the can down a bit more forcefully echoes the kitchen, followed by her moving the chair backward on the tiles ; as if drawn by the scent and noise of noodles being boiled. “ can i help ? ” moving comfortably until stood next to male, lower back resting against the edge of the counter, so the two of them could properly face each other. “ or am i too late to offer ? ” flashing the male a warmer smile, though there's a glaze in her eyes, the redness at the shape of her eyes, showing the truth of her heartbreak —- one she desperately wanted to forget. // @idledlove
~ ♡ —- continued from here | @eunwviie —- seorin & roan.
the bitterness in seorin's voice cuts through the room sharply, leaving no second-guessing that she shared the annoyed feeling roan felt ; the first time they'd probably ever agree on anything, was that this was a horrendous idea. “ if you don't care about it, then by all means... ” palm gestures toward the door femme had just entered, same expression remaining on his face, a devilry glint in his eyes. “ please leave. ” words falls almost like a hopeful wish from plush brims, even though both of them knew their binding of a contract meant that this was bound to happen —- no matter the amount of complaining or expression of disagreement about the idea, the gig was still happening and opting out wasn't an option. apparently, they had already paired them up to the hosts of the event, so it was already known to the people making the flyers and posts online.
the hatred was clouding his studio so easily, trying his hardest to simply remind himself it was for a good cause, that this was a favor for the people needing the donations and for his company to get some sort of recognition. seorin being part of it, well, everybody had to work with people they disliked ; just had to suck it up. “ me ? ” scoffs in pure disbelief at her accusing him of using her name on a regular basis, finding it funny she thought of it. “ sounds more to me that you dream about me, talking about you, a lot... ” moving the chair closer toward the table, head tilting to the side while inhaling a sharp breath. “ kind of embarrassing for you, seorin. ” palm reach forward to the gather his scribbles of lyrics, all nothing coming properly to life and setting it aside.
reaching then across the length of the table, slender digits wrapping around the pen she started spinning, naturally causing their fingers brushing in the progress. however, the smile he offers is anything but sweet, it instead holds an annoyance to it. “ maybe leave the writing to me, since i actually know how to form words together in a way people enjoy listening to... ” pointing then toward the guitar resting near her, an instrument he also knew how to play but, it was seorin's expertise more so than his. “ then you do whatever you do with that, it's your thing, isn't it ? ” questioning, as if he wasn't reminded everytime the two would get compared, that the way she effortlessly played the acoustic guitar, creating sounds sweeter and nostalgic than anything else —- his suitable for the genre he performed. rock. one which weren't as popular here and yet, it was a sound roan thoroughly enjoyed nonetheless.
“ right, we need to, somehow, agree on the vibe of the song. ” speech didn't hold much of a enthusiastic sound, sharing just as little desire to be here as she did, a heavy sigh then exhales at her lack of initiative. “ at least be cooperative, none of us want to be here. ” switches to a new blank page of his notebook, pen moving over the lines in a quick motion and writing a couple of sentences ; pushing it across the table, labeled ‘ between the lines ’ and lines interpreting healing, hope and unity —- figuring their duet would be a slower song, full of emotions, relatability and hope for the people needing the charity. and for the first time, a view into his more emotional side, one rare for people to see. “ i know rock, heavy metal... won't fit this at all, so maybe something heavier ? more beautiful ? ” now, as he spoke about music, it's like he switched at the snap of fingers, a different passion shown in both his eyes.
