…. Well. I’ll lay back tonight and look up at the stars for once. I wonder if they’re playing messenger with us. Sweet dreams.
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@genmyeon
…. Well. I’ll lay back tonight and look up at the stars for once. I wonder if they’re playing messenger with us. Sweet dreams.
x
It’s too cold to let anyone in anymore. Even the slightest bit of warmth feels scalding. There’s so much that’s so… fragile. People are dangerous, even more so when they don’t mean to be. Some nights it’s… painful too. Remembering every little thing that froze me whether I can help it or not. I’m… not sure what to do right now. Right now meaning the past few months. I used to want such things. Love, marriage, a family, a loud house with a garden… but those aren’t meant for me anymore. I want warmth that isn’t painful anymore. That’s all.
x
I thought love had seasons. That getting through winter together meant it would last, that I and someone could keep each other safe and warm no matter what. But… mm… I hurt someone deeply. The memories are haunting… and I gave up on such dreams ever since. Dreaming of forever, of warmth, of safety, of… of a person. Instead of being fearful of winter, I let it in. There’s ice everywhere… all in the places I used to be the warmest are the coldest.
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a flower that grows in space; that can only breathe where everyone else suffers. maybe, if i'm lucky, that will be a final escape for me. i think everyone else would feel better that way too. i hope i'm on the other side of the moon. do you think a flower can grow there? i hope i do.
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Sometimes I think the water sparkles. It’s beautiful. It’s so cold here but something is still beautiful…. Am I lying to myself? The loneliness isn’t deadly. No more than an ocean storm. I wonder when this will reach you. Maybe by then I’ll be somewhere warm. Any recommendations?
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i can’t swim, but i’m floating somewhere out at sea. my boat is small, but enough. I don’t know where I am, and which direction I should be going in. I’ll look up at the stars. If you go sailing, look for flowers at sea. I leave them wherever I go. Whenever a storm comes and I drown for a while, I use them to find my way back to my boat.
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have you tried looking up at night? only on a new moon. that's when it's easiest to see the stars... that's where they went. it's the same sky you see in that maze. i'm sorry for the worrying voice mails... don't be mad.
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you might remember... flipping pages open of an old book only to find that once dried petals had become something else. well... they're not in that book anymore.
Theyre now a memory and the book my addiction. The pages absorb me into a vivid world of fantasy but my eyes have read nothing of what is written.
a newly bloomed flower. the kind that grows where most perish
Are more resilient than those born in comfortable familiar soil. The struggle to flourish....ah but you were preparing to tell me a joke werent you? Forgive me...ahem. Who’s there?
knock knock
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@hxgebxymino
“Three?” Minho says with a mouth full of popsicle. It was a hot day and what better way to cool down than a fruit-flavored popsicle. He didn’t even feel embarrassed by the amount he had consumed, it was helping so he felt content. “Want one? I have one left?” Minho offers an unopened popsicle to the other.
EXO’s leader stared at the man who seemed to have no shame in admitting that he was hoarding popsicles, ridding other people of the pleasure in his own pursuit. Despite this, the look that came on the man’s face as hearing that he was going to get a cut of the share could only be described as devious, like he was purchasing something from the black market. Eyes carefully scrolled at each side beside them before the man leaned in and whispered. “You sure you only have one left? What flavors do you have?”
@91cmh
` 최⁹¹ . An almost embarrassed laugh, if it weren’t for the fact that he was playing it up purposely, dropped from him before he gave the other a shove against his arm. “ Yah, if it’s so much, then stop talking! Aigoo! What is this person even talking about, “ he laughed on, knowing full well what Joonmyeon was talking about. Although he was used to messing around like this, he felt the need to playfully shame the other for such words. “ Hyung! Uwah, what would your fans think, huh? Isn’t this an appalling subject? “ he prod on childishly.
“Listen, I’m not talking to fans right now! I’m talking to you!” Minho’s attempt at shaming the man failed. Instead, Junmyeon the shameless man, ended up elbowing the other into his side. Bony point stuck itself into the man’s ribcage like a sharpened sword and he used his leverage to begin playfully backing the other man into a corner of their company lounge. “Why are you acting like I’m wrong?! It’s misleading everyone. What do you think your fans would think about their oppa who lies about his life?”
@lxtent
Leo was familiar with waiting. Much of his time relied upon the strength of his patience; the way he could thread a needle for the tenth time without losing his temper, the intricate detail that he applied to nearly every garment he made… That same attention he paid to Junmyeon’s suit. It took a little longer than he perhaps would have preferred. Dahee had spent much of time at his side, fascinated by the process. Their newest addition to Acacia excitedly compared the designs to the forming creation, pointing out any differences along the way. “I’ve never seen you make something that wasn’t a dress before,” she’d said teasingly, “It’s kind of fascinating.” Leo simply scoffed and pressed on with tiny adjustments until it was accurate enough that he would not be humiliated when showing his client.
In the month that passed, not once to Leo think to doubt the identity of the professor that he’d met outside a cake shop. The story itself was absurd enough. That Leo was untrusting by nature should have given him a moments warning before the clouds gave up the weight they carried and the lies cascade down with each raindrop.
Kim Junmyeon. Suho. Leo frowned at the dark material laid out before him, not a crease to be found in a single seam. Suho. Kim Junmyeon. The name spoken on the radio that Sunyoung had insisted on listening to would not have caught his attention were it not for the call he had made to the professor - the performer - just days prior. He had sounded rushed off his feet, and Leo has supposed that was to be expected. But the cacophony of voices in the background… Leo sighed. Who was he? This person, who had invented an entirely no identity, if Leo was correct, for no reason.
But that was not entirely true. Of course there was a reason. Why else did anyone pretend to be someone else? They wrapped a cloak around them and hoped it would shroud them in darkness enough that they could blend it the shadows. And for what? To hide from themselves? Or others? Perhaps both.
Junmyeon dragged the rain in with him. The droplets clung to his coat, the door chiming to announce his arrival. Leo watched him, face a perfect mask of normality. He did not smile, though he nodded his head in welcome. It was not too out of the ordinary for Leo. But it was more noticeable these days when his faint smile fell away to the old pretence he clung to. “Thank you for coming so quickly,” he said quietly. “It’s… very nearly finished. Some sections may need altering. We shall see if- if the original measurements were correct.” Leo would see if anything was correct.
The scent of the shop was the same as Junmyeon remembered it. He had intended to come earlier for his refitting but time had got away from him from the pressure of his comeback and all his numerous appearances on music and variety shows. The man had nearly forgotten that the suit even existed until his passing by of the shop a few days ago. By then, it had been months. Guilt made Junmyeon interpret the shopkeeper’s expression as not very impressed...or perhaps that was the expression the man always had from the beginning. Whatever it was, Jun decided to be terribly polite to avoid any disturbances beyond the calm guise of the puppet show they both put on. “Of course, lead the way. I’ve been looking forward to the results.”
The two walked the familiar path back to the other side of the store where the fitting rooms were located. The smell of old wood and what seemed to be like potpourri to him perfumed the air with each of their steps. With the immense popularity of KoKo Bop, Junmyeon wouldnt be surprised if Leo knew the truth by now. If anything, EXO’s leader should have been more crafty with concealing his identity if he wanted to go that route or simply have told the truth from the beginning. He regretted it so terribly by now. He hoped that Leo was not secretly hurt. Split second made decisions lead him to where he was now. Whatever the consequences, he decided sternly, then and there, that he would bear it. However, the tailor really did not give away any hints that anything between them changed. Why was this man so expressionless in the first place? Why did it look like he had no joy in his life? Or was he merely good at concealing it? Perhaps this was the professional role of a tailor, to betray no emotion.
Junmyeon’s head swelled so large with all these thoughts and questions that he very much expected to see his head take on the shape and size of the Queen of Hearts from Alice in Wonderland. Instead, he saw himself as always. Baby faced and pathetically pale, how disappointing. Dark eyes slid to the tailor who was presumably busy in procuring his new suit for him. Anticipation built up in his chest like brand new bricks being laid for a building on a busy cross street. It was under these circumstances that Junmyeon was coaxed to break the tension between them once and for all. “So Leo ssi, How have things been going? The shop? You?”
[TRANSLATION] Suho - 170805 Official EXO-L website update: “1일 1수호” (“1 day 1 Suho”)
“엑소엘 생일 축하해!! 벌써 3주년이라니.. 역시 엑소엘이 최고지. 말만 하지 않고 행동하는 프로팬사랑러가 될게. 사랑해.”
Translation: “Happy Birthday EXO-L!! It’s already been 3 years.. As expected, EXO-L is the best. I will show you through actions, not just word, and I will become a professional fan-lover. I love you.”
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Credit: translation, dailyexo.tumblr.com, Source: Official EXO-L website.
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» from: @genmyeon » note: you are too late– kidding. thank you!
It needn’t much thought. Fruits were the main concept of their recent comeback, after all, and she figured he was pertaining to that in particular. The packet of fruit she had bought for herself helped prove this fact, too. Hence, she gives him a quick nod, smile already brightening up her delicate features. “Mm, they’re good for you, after all.” She responds, waving it slightly (and a little awkward, at that) before unwrapping it so she could eat. “Of all fruits, I like pineapples the most. And oranges…kiwi as well? And grapes are supposed to be good for you too.” Though they were really fruits she would commonly eat, she enumerates the certain fruits with her members in mind. They were more like her favorite people and not favorite fruits. “What’s your favorite fruit, Junmyeon-ssi?” She forks down a piece of fruit before gently sliding the pack over to him, offering him some.
Pineapples, grapes, oranges, and kiwi. Junmyeon imagined them all arranged on top of Irene’s head in the perfect duplicate of Carmen Miranda. Instant snicker erupted which the fully grown man tried to hide behind his hands. “Ahhh my favorite fruit?” Childish gesture smoothly transitioned into intellectual pose. Finger curled over his chin as nail tapped at his lip. “I actually really like grapes. Especially when they’re cold and sweet. They pop in your mouth just like candy.” Small smile graced the man’s lips, as if he had spoken about a long lost lover. He was day dreaming about the grapes now too. The hot and humid late summer was really beginning to crawl under his skin. Like a snap of a finger, foggy expression cleared and the man’s eyes focused on the swinging packet in the woman’s hands. “What kind of fruit do you have there?”