simplicity ❀

We have neither Summer nor Winter, neither Autumn or Spring. We have, instead, the days when the gold sun shines on the lush green canefields -- magnificently.

[inxserendipity-blog]

Jae is a fool, for letting himself even think of those things. She wasn’t his lover, at this point in time. Maybe any other time (most likely before), when the accident wasn’t the issue. But, either way, he sighs quietly, watching her walk over to him, as if she’s done it a million times, and a million times again, before this lifetime. Like she’d belonged there. Right there, in front  of him, a perfect sculpture settled beneath him, yet he couldn’t touch. Slowly, he held his breath, brows furrowing at how she managed to touch him lightly. “I’ll… I’ll help you with your clothes.” He finally mutters, wanting to touch her, even if over the fabric —It was better than having her taunt him in agony. Sighing again, in one quick motion, he slowly nodded his head. “It is —You used to complain about my work all the time,” he chuckles softly, looking over at her again, when her hands dropped. Having her here felt so comforting, but not —Only because he couldn’t touch her and remind her that he loved her more than anything in this awfully rancid world. So, instead, he ruffles her hair, leading the way. “What’d you do today? From the looks of it… Not much.” He chuckled again, making sure to not look over at her. 

[gentesencilla]

The way he looked at her was something new, even if she had lost all her memories, she remembered faintly that friends...don't look at each other like he was looking at her; or at least it was instilled in her common sense, right? It was more than difficult to learn his eyes, they were...distant yet close at the same time; his gaze offered comfort and made her feel like she couldn't stray closer to him for a moment. Everything was complicated, he was complicated which only made her more interested to learn about him -- an odd way of thinking, honestly. Nonetheless, she nodded when he suggested about her complaining about his work -- sounded too much like lovers business. Why would she share a room with a male in the first place? Nothing made sense. "Oh, well, don't overwork yourself. I'm sure your girlfriend would be worried about you." Her tone cold and stern as though it wasn't her business to meddle in, and honestly, in her head, it was not. Chuckling lowly, she smoothed out her hair, of course, she had to take care of herself aesthetically. "I went downstairs and bought some food." She pointed to the plastic bags on the dining table. "Didn't know how to cook, and that was the best I could do...Plus, I don't want to be a dead weight to you. How...was your day?"

[sinlapinthai]

[inxserendipity-blog]

He didn’t know what else to do, considering the fact that he was essentially her only family left, in Korea. So, of course, he’d tell her that their apartment was her home, despite it being a one bedroom and they had to sleep together; looking like an actual couple, the sort. But even the following day, Jaemin had to go to work, a dreadful thing, considering that meant leaving her by herself. It’s a shame that she’s forgotten all of who she was… A beauty, really— But something she’d forgotten and replaced with lost and darkness. Jae’s grateful when work lets him out on time, because of Peyton’s condition and when he’s trudging through the door, he does not expect the sight that he’s welcomed to. Instead, he freezes on the spot, trying so hard to not just settle himself between her thighs and— Getting off track here. When he truly does is kick off his shoes and place his briefcase on the table, where it belonged, then clearing his throat. “….—Couldn’t find proper clothes, or..?”

[gentesencilla]

She'd hear the door creak, yet she paid no attention to it-- it was not as if they were lovers and she needed to greet him with kisses of hugs, despite the fact that it sounded right in her head, she decided to push it away, only to jump a little as he cleared his throat, because, clearly, she wasn't paying attention to him, Turning her head to him, she quickly stood up, pulling the shirt by the hem to cover her bare thighs, biting down her bottom lip nervously as she stared at him with wide, yet blank eyes, shaking her head as though she was a lost little kid. "-- I don't remember where I put my clothes, I don't know which one is my closet and...I didn't want to make a mess out of your place. Don't want to clean it up." Walking towards him, she rolled up the oversized sleeves up to her elbows, standing in front of him as she studied his features. "You look tired. Your job must be really...tiring?" Arching a brow, she lifted both her hands up to fix his tie slightly before dropping them limply to the side.

[gentesencilla]

Upon leaving the hospital for a couple days, she had decided to stay at the place Jae told her she once called 'home'. The apartment didn't ring any bells, she couldn't remember anything, and even where she put her things -- nothing, it was all blank. And God forbid he stays home to take care of her all day. Heaving a sigh, she carelessly wandered through the room, opening his closet as she was basically wrapped in a towel, having absolutely no idea where she kept her clothes. She carefully looked through his clothes, grabbing a white button up shirt to cover herself with; after all, they were just friends and having him coming home to her being wrapped in a towel, that honestly wasn't the deal. As soon as she got dressed, Peyton walked over to the couch, turning on the television, despite the fact that she was honestly just staring blankly at the screen. 

[baesuejis]

[gentesencilla]

trapped.

[sophrosynekalonx]

The female flinched slightly when the male spat at her and regained he composure slightly as she looked at the body that was huddled in the corner of the white room— she swears never did like the white chambers, it reminded her of a mental institution. But, anyway, she shook herself out of her thoughts before daring to step closer to the male, “I just wanted to make sure you were alright….” She said simply, hands raising up to show the male that she meant no ahem to him, “I’m sorry that you’ve been kept like this for awhile, but we want to make a deal with you though…” She said simply, eyes looking at the male, “Do you want to listen to it or do you want to continue to stare into the glass, it isn’t going to burn if you stare at it…”

[gentesencilla]

The nerve to inch closer to him even with him cornered and helpless like that. it made him growl in his throat, even trying to make himself look smaller. When she proved to be harmless, Gyuwoo didn't give her a moment of vulnerability-- never would he bring down his guard as long as he was still trapped in this...this little experimental room. God knows what people were going to do to him, he was better rendered as dead. "Yeah, of course, you just want to make sure I'm alright. If your definition of alright is being locked in this stupid fucking room then yes, I'm alright." He scoffed, looking away with an eye roll. "What kind of deal? You guys don't play fair; keeping me here is the first step of proving that you guys play dirty-- but alright. I'm listening, if that's what makes you happy."

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| υηƒσяgσттєη |

[inxserendipity-blog]

Really, she’s worrying him more than he dares to show. All he wants is to carry her home; in his arms, protected from the world that dares to peel her away from him. Of course, he’s overreacting, considering he can’t protect her from everything. “….Pey…. I’m the only one here,” he states quietly, hues soft as ever, as he sits at the edge of her bed, hands balled together. He swallows hard, shifting his gaze for a moment. He’d still call her a beauty —If he could, without making it seem like he loved her. If only she could remember, things would go back to normal. But somewhere, deep inside him, he didn’t want that. He wanted her to forget, so they can start anew. So he can replace the bad with the good. Maybe that’s what he’ll do… Maybe he’ll kiss her passionately, and hold her in bed. Maybe he’ll give her flowers randomly, and remind her she’s the prettiest. With another sigh, he chuckles gently as well. “Sleeping like the dead, too,” he teased. “About me? Well, I work in a business office… And I used to be a doctor. We also live together, ‘cause you were scared of living alone, when you first came here… I also like spring —The weather and the color it brings is… Warming,” he notes, looking into the hues he’s missed so much. 

[gentesencilla]

With all the wires linked to her hands, she fiddled with her fingers, looking down at them to attempt in getting rid of the awkwardness she was feeling. It was odd, her parents were supposed to be here instead of a man she had never seen before, yet vice versa happened. He was there, looking over her when she was unconscious and never once left even if he didn't seem like...he had any business to do with her at all. As soon as she heard him chuckle, she couldn't help but smile gently at him. It was a task, admittedly, to put up such a brave facade when half her memories had been thrown down the drain, nothing but the memory of her name and her family. Shivering a little, she managed to look up at him, blinking once. "We lived together? Oh...I-- It's so weird. If we lived together, how come I don't remember anything. Anything at all." Her head was starting to pound once again, causing her to squeeze her eyes shut, only to smile weakly at his last comment. "My name means spring. Did you know that?" 

[pretentiousbutbeaut-deactivated]

[gentesencilla]

      NAME: Mina       AGE: 27       BIRTHDAY: Unknown       ETHNICITY: Japanese/Korean       HEIGHT: 168cm       WEIGHT: 47Kg       SPECIES: Fallen angel.       ORIENTATION: Straight       EYE COLOUR: Hazel       HAIR COLOUR: Black

A fallen angel who has been 'adopted' by the Death God, nursed and took care of her as one of his own.

Since being the adopted kid of the Death God, Mina and Samuel look at each other as siblings that came from the same flesh and blood, they do share a very strong bond with each other. 

Despite being a fallen angel who had been spending way too much time with the death god, Mina possesses none of the abilities Samuel does. Instead, she leans more towards an angel with broken wings-- the only thing changed is her intentions. 

Very preserved and quiet. 

[gentesencilla]

      NAME: Samuel       AGE: 25       BIRTHDAY: Unknown       ETHNICITY: Korean       HEIGHT: 182cm       WEIGHT: 61Kg       SPECIES: Death God       ORIENTATION: Straight       EYE COLOUR: Dark grey       HAIR COLOUR: Black

Personification of the season summer. 

The only son of the Death God, hence the fact that he took on the title from his father.

He is able to manipulate and use the power of shadows, becomes more vulnerable under the sun. 

Travels by hellhound most of the time. 

Despite his whole 'death god' business, Samuel comes off as a rather cheeky person, quite the manipulator whenever he wants something. With his good looks, he knows very well to lure people into giving him all the things that he wants. 

Samuel has anger problems, he is very easily angered and is a little volatile whenever his mood is messed with. 

[sophrosynekalonx]

He learned that when he arrived on Earth those many centuries ago; however, he never really got the whole concept of the idea of having a favorite and so he never bothered to have one as he continued to live on Earth for centuries— and so he wasn’t even surprised at the female’s reaction to his words. He nodded his head, “Ah, caramel mocha is good as well…” When the female said she was going to order, the male was about to rebuttle before finding himself being dragged to one of the tables near the window, eyes blinking slightly, “…Um, probably a cafe mocha, thank you…” he said to her with a smile.

[gentesencilla]

His expression was all too hard to read, yet she nodded and let go of their linked hands, shyly digging them in the pockets of her coat. Lips pursed, she laughed quietly, a small smile grew on her features. "Cafe mocha coming up." A part of her mentally cursed herself for not being able to find interesting things to talk about, yet she had way too many questions awaiting his explanations at the top of her head. It was still rather hard to believe how someone who isn't...human would magically appear in her room and keep her companied for the rest of the night. Deciding to brush the thought out of her head, Celeste walked over to the counter, placing the orders as she waited. When all was served, she hurriedly walk back to their table, handing him his drink as she sat down on the opposite side of him, blowing her warm drink while her brown optics fixed on him. "Does anyone else know you're not-- you're not human?"

[gentesencilla]

trapped.

[sophrosynekalonx]

It was strange, to be honest, to have been called into one of the higher-up’s offices earlier that morning— Lily thought she had done something horrible, but instead she found out she was being assigned a mission, of some sort. The thought just made the agent’s stomach fill with butterflies, she was so nervous as she walked down the hall and eventually into one of the investigation rooms and brought inside one of the viewing rooms, only to see a person on the other side of the glass, “…Isn’t that one of Doctor Bishop’s experiments…?” she couldn’t help but ask. They were able to find one? The higher ups nodded their heads and told the agent that she was going to be monitoring him from now on, for reasons classified. Lily pursed her lips slightly before nodding her head and was escorted into the other room, the door opening as she stepped inside the same room as the male.

[gentesencilla]

The people who kept him locked up looked at him as though they were fascinated by an animal at the zoo, keeping him caged just like that. Gyunwoo's eyes darted over to the female that seemed to be asking others something, something about him. Was he all that odd? Did he truly deserve this treatment? The mere thought caused him to cringe mentally, keeping his anger at bay while looking away, back at the white walls that were seemingly endless, and as much as he didn't want to admit, these walls seemed way too hard for him to break and escape just like that. As soon as he heard the door creaking open, his ears perched, body still sat still at the corner of the room, not flinching the slightest bit as he didn't bother to even look up. A bitter laughter fell from his lips. "What do you want?"

[gentesencilla]

trapped.

Gyuwoo had spent most of his time going undercover, merely because he is wanted for his 'owner's' experiment. Why did they have to bring him into this? He might have superpower and all that, but he didn't choose it that way-- the guy's dead, they should of just cut it loose for him and let him live his early adult years peacefully. And there he was, basically locked in the empty room with nothing but four white walls, and a camera to watch him. What a fucking bunch of creeps. He's been locked away, yet he couldn't have a moment without someone watching him? The thought maddened him, he only looked up when he heard someone opening the door. No, not again, another human being to investigate him and to look at him as a piece of information; nothing more, nothing less. 

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| υηƒσяgσттєη |

[inxserendipity-blog]

Shifting slightly, he picks up the clipboard that sits at her feet and he skims through it, something that felt like a habit —Considering he was a doctor in previous years, before he’d met her. Never, but all the same, he looks up at her once more, hues softer than ever, he chuckles quietly, the corner of his lip tugging upwards. It’s like she’s never left, but just trying to collect herself and her thoughts, after a drunken night, or something of the sort. “I can stay, if you’d like. I’ll call off work and everything, if you need me tomorrow, too. I’ll see what I can do to have the doctor release you early, alright?” He shifts slightly once more, putting the clipboard in its place, and moving to stand next to her. Sitting next to her, he smiles softly; something foreign that hasn’t been seen in a while and the male, fights every urge to move the loose lock of hair on her face. “You’ll be fine.. Just rest for now, alright? I’ll be here when you wake.”

[gentesencilla]

"You don't have to call off anything for me. I'm just a friend who's lost all her memories. I don't want to get in the middle of your life; please. Just...assist me whenever you can because I feel lost." She sighed, running a hand through her hair, wincing at the wound the accident caused. God, if only she could stare at herself in the mirror right now, she would of screamed of the little injuries on her forehead, her arms and practically almost everywhere; but luck was on her side, the only mirror present in that room is in the bathroom. Clearing her throat, she watched him closely, there was something odd about him, something odd in the way he looked at her, as though they shared something more than friendship, but if so, how come she didn't have the slightest idea of who he was? If truly they were in love, how is it that she recalls no memories about him, about them at all? "I don't want to sleep. I've been sleeping for days now." She added with a soft chuckle. "Can you please tell me more about yourself? Might...trigger something."

[seoulri-blog-blog]

[gentesencilla]

"In fourth grade, I came to Seoul and in the fifth grade, I started living in a dorm. I resided with Taeyeon and Tiffany unnie. They took good care of me and I liked to follow them around. I came to Seoul alone so I only had them to look up to for support.” — Sulli.

dedicated to my two dumbs; jessicat and izzy-boo ♡

[tippana]

Mommy Hwang and her “no” discipline .

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