gon(n)er.

You don't know what's real until you feel the little things you find, deep in your mind. ( ... ) you know there's no question if I would go. I've always been one that's down with the flow.

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Lady Gaga / The Cure

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@chdahee & @beckettno

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beckettno:

           FEW PEOPLE GOT TO SEE that side of beckett — the ugly truth he so effortlessly hid behind bad jokes and strained smiles. but the boy had no means of hiding from hyendo. it was what it was and the other man was getting it all: and beckett would be the first to admit he was a handful. an ugly sight, a pitiful man, weak even. and yet, hyendo lingered. beck couldn’t put his gratefulness into words, so instead he attempted a bloody smile before falling short of it. «you couldn’t beat me in a fight,» his words slurred, knowing it wasn’t the truth — especially not in his current state. no, beckett was no violent man, but he was STUPID. deep down, he hoped it would cost him his l i f e one day. «pissed off some guy. does it matter ? it happened,» he shrugged, acting unfazed by it all, the look on hyendo’s face hurting far worse than the bruises on his own. «chill. i’m fine.» but he knew where the other’s worry came from — it was the same he bore when he saw something even akin to a frown on hyendo’s countenance.

   the worst thing is that beckett seems to always know how to hit hyendo’s soft spot. or maybe he is the soft spot himself, because hyendo could try but wouldn’t be able to stay angry at him for too long. sure, disappointed and sad, but the cold and hard glare would quickly disappear. “ — actually, no. it doesn’t matter.” hyendo sighs. there – there is that face beckett does. “ — you are always fine, right?” retorts. “ — chill.” he mocks with a sarcastic smirk.  “ — okay then.” hyendo looks away.  “ — start walking. we’re going to the covenience store because that was what i was doing before i find you. my fridge is fucking empty. come, now. ”

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sxlus:

The moment he PULLS her to stop she panics, DESPERATION crossing her features until it quickly turns into a sheepish smile. “I— uh” She pauses, “I may have shouted obscene things at group of guys you know,uh  harassing this girl and you’re an accomplice now.” She shakes her head. Gently tugging at his sleeve for them to move. “And now they’re chasing me….so….just uh, let’s go, now.” The shouts are becoming louder, closer and she taps her foot impatiently, waiting for him to process the information. “I mean, run, like now.”

    it looked like something out of a movie. his furrowed eyebrows dissapears with a ( kind of nervous too ) laugh with what he listens. “ — are you serious?” is everything he manages to say. and now he’s an accomplice. hyendo quickly glances at the small hand that tugs his sleeves. “ —  you can’t run forever.” replys. ( ironically, it comes out more like he’s talking to himself ). hyendo takes his jacket off and puts it in her shoulders, pulling the hood over her head. “ — i’m sorry for that.” the chuckle is involuntary ( because every single time he saw it happening, he thought about how ridiculous and cliché it was ). the pink haired is even more quickly to gently push her up against a wall and lower his head, taking off his hat, right before the group appears. “ —  i saw it in a movie once.” whispers. “ — actually, more than once.” he confess right after putting one arm around her waist and becoming quiet. hyendo tries to not let his face too close and looks away – he doesn’t want to scare her nor make her think that he has bad intentions. “ — if we keep talking- whispering, maybe they think that we’re flirting? so, was it your first time saving girls?”

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chdahee:

       There is three words to describe Dahee at that very moment. A sobbing mess. She couldn’t hold it in anymore, all of her emotions and worries just exploded and she couldn’t control it anymore. She felt so light in his arms and it was like nothing had changed at all, like he hadn’t been gone for so long. She isn’t afraid with him near her and she feels like she can finally breathe. She had missed her older brother way more than she thought she had, she had always told herself that he was okay and even if she maybe would never see him again she would be okay but now knowing he is okay and right in front of her makes her never want him to leave ever again because if he would she wouldn’t cope. As he looks at, she looks at him as well. Taking in everything and then she laughs at his words though the tears are still streaming down her face. Her eyes wanders to his hair and she finally speaks “ You hair is pink, it suits you “ her voice is soft and fragile like it always was.

     he never thought that would be that easy to feel STRONGER and HAPPY. even after all this time, it’s seems like nothing changed between them. or, in fact, changed but for the better. hyendo can finally see her smiling; hyendo can finally see her laughing. ( and he can’t help but laugh too ). “ — oh- jinjja?” a hand goes to his hair, feeling it for a second. he is surprised, to say least. “ — to be honest, i wasn’t expecting that. maybe some tease and... yeah.” says. he quickly puts the hat back on with the strap holding his fringe out of his forehead just so he could softly brush her tears away with the back of his fingers. “ — i was about to say that you look ugly when you cry, but... this would be a lie. still, you look better when you are not crying.” chuckles. he’s trying for real to make her stop crying – to have her just smiling. and is probably failing. hyendo sighs. “ — umm. aunt is here? ”

[mianhae-baozi]

Do we really need to make comments about this look ?

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jitae: HAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHHAHAHHAHAHHAHA

jitae: maybe they wanted you to feel better after seeing it

jitae: i know i am

gonner: oh u are?

gonner: so what do you think about that?

gonner: i mean, have u ever eaten carrot and banana together?

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*「  𝒃𝒆𝒈𝒊𝒏    ⟶     @gonnxr ◞

it was a bad day. he woke up late, work was beyond busy, he had dropped his phone in just the right way to somehow make the screen go completely BLACK, so much so that he hadn’t been able to turn it on ever since lunch. somewhere in the back of his mind he told himself that it couldn’t possibly get any worse, even with the low rumble of thunder echoing in the distance of an approaching storm, but now that familiar feeling of DREAD is creeping through him once more as the bus he’s on stutters and slows to a stop, the driver complaining about an engine and the breath that tristan has been holding is getting tighter in his chest as he tries to calm down. “great.” he mumbles to himself, twisting in his seat to look out the window behind him and there is a slight glimmer of HOPE when he at least recognizes the area and where he is at. granted, he was a solid three miles away from his apartment still and the rain was just now beginning to fall, but at least he wasn’t completely lost  (  he was desperately reaching for the positives at this point  )  .  although he knew why the area looked familiar being it was solely because it was home to a familiar face, and although he hadn’t planned to be out this way any time soon, tristan finds himself exiting the bus without even attempting to wait it out, taking the quick route that led towards hyendo’s house and then finding himself standing in front of their door. he knocks a couple times, hands coming up to grip at the messenger bag strap slung across his chest, squeezing a bit to release some of the ANXIETY at the sheer thought of showing up unannounced – not that he felt he would be unwelcomed, but it was more a concept of common courtesy. when the door opens, tristan fixes hyendo with a hesitant smile, hand rubbing behind his neck sheepishly, “i– uh, know this is a little random but? i’m kind of stranded right now. or until this storm passes, at least. it’s a really long story.” a small sigh slips, “do you mind if i hang around here for a bit?”

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                haste makes waste, hyendo knows that but he only has few minutes before the game start. so he tries to take a super quick shower while the noodles are boiling and of course he almost ends up slipping. not in the bathroom, though. sure his wet hair leaves a trail from the bathroon to his room and his shirt sticks here and there to his wet back, but he almost slips in the kitchen, because he might have spilled water on the floor when he filled the pot to put the noodles. ALMOST, he almost slips. and something might have gone wrong with the noodles too, because it taste just horrible when he tries it. is it raw or overcooked? hyendo groans. he should have started earlier, he knows, but there is nothing he can do anymore. now the game is about to start and at least he has something to drink. he can finally just throw himself on the couch and watch – this until he listen to someone at his door. “ — are you kidding me?” cries out before he could get up and run to see who the hell would be since everyone who comes to his house has the code. however, hyendo finds himself looking at a face he would never expect. ( the pink haired even forgets about the game ). “ — uh... yeah. ” stammers. “ — i mean, no. i don’t mind. but, you know, as long as you... don’t mind my poor fridge.” says. he run his fingers through his hair as he steps aside.  “ — come in. i was... about to order pizza.” ( no, he wasn’t ). “ — because i fucked up with my last noodles.” hyendo closes the door after tristan. he knows he's not even presentable with his still wet messy hair and old MUSE’s shirt. “ — make yourself at home. mi casa, tu casa and... yeah.” he smiles before reach out for his phone. well, he has to order food now. 

[frcyva]

          IT WASN’T LIKE HIM — beckett was careless, loud, spontaneous, but he wasn’t VIOLENT ( it was the one thing he had sworn to never become ) .. to anyone passing him on the dark streets of seoul, that statement appeared to be far from the truth. the young man was sporting a black eye and a split lip from the brawl in the bar he had found himself in just a few minutes ago, an argument that had escalated before beckett could even recall what he had said in the first place. life had become this; a BLUR, a montage of bad decisions like pearls on a string. he tried keeping his head high, but in all honesty the man wished to go home — wherever that was — and sleep off the bruises, the alcohol, this life. «sorry,» he called out to the figure coming into view ahead of him, «you don’t happen to have the time, do ya ?» and he knew, with the way he looked, the person was more likely to run than actually assist.

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   “ — i should beat you more.”  the words slips. hyendo feels something indescribable in his chest and stomach. is it anger?; disappointment? sadness; hurt? he knows one thing, though: there is no pity. because when we feel pity, we feel guilty – and it’s not his fault. none of that is his fault. he himself is already too fucked up and do not need to suffer the sufferings of others. PITY can lead us to make the wrong decision; pity helps nobody. BUT hyendo believes in COMPASSION. he believes that he can try to understand and acknowledge that there is a reason for the other’s pain. he will help with open and light heart; will let the other have their learning; will be able to hold the other and make them rise. ( different from the feeling of pity, that would only make not only the other but himself  s i n k ). hyendo don’t pity beckett. he care too much about the younger.  “ — but i don’t have time to do that and help you after. so,” he gets closer.  “ — what happened this time? ” hyendo holds beck’s chin. “ — i'm serious, i wish i could beat the fuck out of you. everytime i see you like this, i... ” he lets go of the other’s face.  “ — let’s go. you can walk by yourself, right? ”

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a look of disappointment colored her features as fingers gingerly tapped the table. the facetime call with her mom left her with NOTHING but negative emotions. she could see the toll that time had taken on her mother in every line etched on her face. the feeling of being a terrible daughter made her heart hurt. even though they didn’t live that far away, she never got home enough ( at least not in her mind ) and she hated it. as someone passed by her, her eyes drifted to the floor and noticed a small item fall to the ground. “Excuse me.” her voice barely above a whisper as she leaned down to pick up the item. “Excuse me,” she repeated, fingers gently tapping them on the shoulder, “I think you dropped this.”

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        he didn’t sleep last night  – nothing new. the bags under his eyes makes it clear, or maybe the constant yawning. insomnia have been friends with him for years. his sleepiness is definitely what makes him distracted. hyendo doesn’t notice when he drops his earphones and keys as he enters the cafe ( coffee, another [great] friend ), not even after he feels fingers touching his shoulders. hyendo turns around, the hat on his head hiding his colored hair and the brim projecting the shadow that hides his eyes. in the first two seconds, he frowns because if he could, he would sleep right there, at the cafe line, but then he recognizes the small face and he can’t help but smile a little. “ — hey.” says. his mind is so slow that it takes time to realize that siyoung had said something specific. “ — ow, ow. sorry. i was... spacing out. ” confusion is all over his face.

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 he really doesn’t know how it happened. suddenly, his body hits the bumper and crushes the front hood of the car just so he could rolls down and hit the ground. his body arches, but he doesn’t think he has any broken bones. hyendo can’t help but to curse as he feels a little dizzy. he sits and brings a hand to his side. there are wounds in his palms and arm though.  “ — what the hell, dude?” says loudly.  // @notminsoo

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     he is waiting for her on the couch. legs stretched out; crossed ankles and arms. hyendo has a lot on his mind, but is ready to put everything aside because this is what happens when he’s with @moonsco . and this is good thing; it’s a very good thing. everybody ( & every mind ) needs a break. hyendo shuffles a little before taking his phone out of his jeans pocket. to be honest, he doesn’t know what they could do. he feels hungry, though. “ — what do you prefer? eat out or order something? ” asks loudly enough. 

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chdahee:

              Dahee sighed as she stretched her neck to one side to the other, it was one of those boring shifts at work again. It was the time when mostly everyone where in school or at work so not many people stopped by. She glanced at the shelves wondering if she should fix them and stack them, she just needed anything to distract her scared little mind. She would think that she would calm down the longer she would stay with her aunt and work in her store but she wasn’t calm at all, sure it was easier to make friends but it was always hard because she had to lie to them. And then there was her brother whom she had no idea where he was or what he was doing, she had been too scared to try and find him. She always felt like her fathers eyes where behind her watching her every move. She shook her head as she started overthinking and decided that walking around the store and seeing what was missing on the shelves and fill them with items so her mind would shut up but then she heard the ding on the door and her eyes went straight to the door to see who had walked in and didn’t move from the counter but then her eyes met his and she froze. She instantly knew who it was and her heart began bumping fast, she would never not recognize him. She was always going to remember her big brother, her friend not matter what. He then spoke and Dahee finally breathed already with her eyes filled with tears, she doesn’t say anything though she has thousand of words running in her min but she only run to him and hugs him tightly.

          finally, he feels tenderness. there is no word to name the way he used to look at the world and see nothing but memories. smells; flavours; the sound of the voice of who was no longer with him. he used to feel pain, yes. incurable pain. hyendo missed his sister, yet miss is not the word. ( maybe homesick is close enough ). now, as his arms hugs her thin frame and his legs holds their weights, he really feels tenderness. for a few seconds, he says nothing – no word is needed, after all. dahee is right there, she is fine. she is no longer their father’s prisioner. the pink haired brings a hand to the back of her head and his lips to her forehead. then, hyendo loosens his embrance so that he could look at her face.  “ — how are you? ” he sniffs. “ — umm... you look less ugly. ” chuckles. of course he is not serious and it’s easy to see it in his face. he wants her to smile ( and to stop the tears ). 

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   he probably looks like a stalker. which he actually kind of is, because he’ve been doing it since the day he knew she moved to seoul. of course, most of the time he would ask one of his dongsaengs to do it since he couldn’t just risk her seeing him. sometimes, his dongsaeng would enters the convenience store and buy something cheap. ( and he would never forget that time when his dongsaeng went blabbing about @chdahee’s kind eyes and smile. he almost punched the younger boy ). hyendo probably really looks like a stalker, but a sad and pretty nervous one. after seven years, they would finally meet up – now is safe. ( or at least safer than before ). now, what cames up on his mind are normal concerns, such as ‘ will she punch me? ’; ‘ will she remember my face or i’ve changed too much? ’ ; ‘ bet she wasn’t expecting pink hair ’ and so on. not just simblings concerns, but friends. they are more than just brother and sister, they are friends. and as hyendo crosses the street, opens the glass door and takes off his black hat, he let himself hold on to that feeling. heart is going crazy – it is, because he could finally hug his little sister. however, what he doesn’t expect is his eyes burning when they meet hers. is relieving. it's like a weight has been lifted off of his shoulders. that is why the first tear rolls down his cheek. “ — i’m sorry. i’m sorry that took me so long to... come.” voice shakes. doesn’t matter if they are alone or not. he sighs. “ —  i’ve missed you...” and needed you  “ — so much.” 

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    ☾*✧ ——— he’s TIRED. is what you would summarize kimoon as today. after pulling an all nighter his physical exhaustion has surpassed into e m o t i o n a l and that usually wasn’t a place he liked to venture to. the thing is, its not like he hasn’t gone a day with no sleep before and usually his mood isn’t that bad but then he gets a call from his father and well—-  “dad, i don’t understand why you need me to be there. it’s your business, not mine.” he speaks into his phone as he stands in front of where the cafe has its sugar, cream and whatever else you would put into your coffee. “and i have an assign—-” he doesn’t get to finish his sentence before his father interrupts on the other end of the end line and promptly ends their phone call. kimoon sighs, practically SLAMS his phone down onto the countertop and begins to agressively pour multiple packets of sugar into his coffee. partly in hopes he’ll go into a sugar induced coma out of sheer bitterness & because he hates coffee ( desperate times certainly call for desperate measures )

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    tired is a good definition for people nowadays. or at least for hyendo, who doesn’t have proper sleep since day one. that is why he drinks too much coffee with too much sugar – less sweet than that short boy’s coffee will end up, though. hyendo would really be happy with only two or three packest of sugar – if that boy could let him. the pink haired wait a few more seconds before clearing his throat. too much sugar is never good ( and the smaller seems already altered ). “ — you are not planning to finish with all the sugar’s packets... right?”

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STUPIDLY, the girl laughs breathlessly, tangled hair bouncing rapidly as she runs down the dark streets of Seoul, the MOON providing little sympathy for her actions. Perhaps shouting at a group of sleazy men harassing a girl had not been the best idea, but Misun didn’t care. She felt ALIVE, adrenaline coursing through her veins, she felt FREE. however a PERSON up ahead (unrecognisable in the dim shadow) causes her to frown. She feels a touch of guilt, & so passing by the other,  her hand reaches out to grab their sleeve before she quickly pulls them along. “Don’t look back, just run.” She shouts, voice barely being drowned out by the hurls of abuse echoing behind her.

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   of course something is going on, because a girl alone running and laughing to nobody isn’t something you just see in seoul. ( at least he thinks ). things becomes even weirder when her eyes meets his – and next thing hyendo knows, he is being dragged by some random brunette. and he goes along, yeah, because what could he do? she didn’t just told him to run and don’t look back, she shouted. at some point ( fews seconds ), though, hyendo manages to hold her hand and make her stop. it clicks: he couldn’t just run because a stranger told him to. “ — what the fuck is going on? ”

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jitae: have you ever thought about what our food would say if they could talk ???? do you think all our meat would scream in fear while we put them in our mouths

jitae: and plants are all for us eating them???

jitae: maybe it's the opposite and we're not supposed to eat vegetables..... they're so good though

jitae: :((((

jitae: ......honestly.....

jitae: i just want to eat beef ㅠㅠ

gonner: this reminds me about something... wait

gonner: https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/38/cc/45/38cc45d01ca62aa673cd6fa8b951caa3.jpg

gonner: a friend sent to me, idk why tho

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i'm finally at home ( it’s 11 pm here ) and i’m tired as fuck but i’ll try to get start with our plots... or at least with ims replys. oh and i have a mediocre cnn page now. also, hyendo’s stats. and if we still havent plotted but u wanna, heart this post or... idk, just let me know !! somehow !!!