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Standing on the cliff face, Highest fall you'll ever grace. It scares me half to death. Look out to the f u t u r e But it tells you nothing So take another breath Your hands protect the flames From the WILD winds around you. I c a r u s is flying too close to the sun And Icarus's life, it has only just begun And this is how it feels to take a fall. Icarus is flying towards an early grave.

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@jzevi

there had been A LOT that was missed on his part. weeks had passed, time slipping through his fingers before he could even comprehend it fast enough to grasp and try to hold on -  too much had happened. he still isn’t entirely sure of everything that had went on. but he had heard enough. had even seen blips of quick, short second visions in his sleep for days that were like little puzzle pieces waiting to be put together -- but gunner was EXHAUSTED. too tired to try and do that yet. but he is also relieved. because the pain had finally subsided, ebbing away to give him a short sense of relief until the next vision attempted to break through the barrier in his mind. mentally, he can’t even fathom doing much of anything right now -- but physically he feels the need to move. to get up from the bed he had been trapped in and stretch his limbs. maybe  w a l k  for a bit. everything aches; but at least it’s not his damn head this time. a hand comes to sift through tousled pink hair, ruffling up the mess there even more as tired and baggy eyes peer down the hallway of the host’s house. a familiar form catches his gaze, and he notes that they are heading directly his way -- oddly enough, it was the EXACT person gunner had been thinking about looking for. “what time is it?” he grumbles out immediately, hand rubbing at the back of his neck as he fixes zev with a look; knowing the questions the other already had but not falling into them just yet.

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shcpeshiftcr:

irritated was the initial reaction to his first reply as they observed gunner’s form slightly relax, betraying the words that came out of his mouth. while they understood him, it was always like this every time - a push and pull between denial and willingness that wasn’t helping either of them. moonsoo looked down at their muddy sneakers - shame washing over their bathed body for even considering this person, already suffering with unspeakable PAIN, an annoyance (although it was only for a second). hearing the faintest “fine” from gunner shook them out of their reverie and take action. something needs to be done. from peripheral vision, they spotted a bottle of water on his bedside table and they walked briskly towards it. their right hand remained on their pocket, while the left grabbed the drink like a vice, as if it were them going through the agony. moonsoo gets a glimpse of gunner’s face pressed into the pillow, brows furrowed and face scrunched. kneeling down to his level, they see the MAGNITUDE of the situation up close - their peer’s lavender eyes, which they secretly found so fascinating, were non-existent, replaced by hollow white holes that made their heart sink. “have you eaten?” they asked in the continuously neutral tone they have been using since they entered the room. but a second look at gunner just proved that there was no time - or at least, it wasn’t important at the moment. pulling out a fresh pad of painkillers from their packet, a hint of sadness passed through their system. moonsoo was hoping that these wouldn’t be of use anymore, but that would be too good to be true, wouldn’t it? they popped a tablet open and placed it on their palm, offering it to gunner with a fully stretched arm. one can never be too careful.

gunner doesn’t bother giving the question in regards to food an answer -- he hadn’t moved since LAST NIGHT. the last thing he had even attempted to eat was breakfast and even then, it hadn’t settled well with his stomach. if he was hungry, the pains in his head currently dwindled away anything else happening within his body. his focus had been entirely on this since it started up, and it was damn near impossible to focus on anything else. his vision is a little hazy, but when moonsoo kneels down, gunner can finally make out the sharp features on the others face. it had always been a little impossible to read what they were thinking because they never really expressed anything openly. they were one of the very few who gunner both confusingly UNDERSTOOD but was also always left guessing at the same time. blinking in regards to the pill that was suddenly being handed out towards him, gunner falters -- he hadn’t taken one of those in a long while.  (  for good reason, too, since he had developed an addictive taste for them  )  there is hesitation that lingers, staring at the small little tablet before finally he is reaching to take it from moonso’s hand, free hand making a movement to silently ask for the water they were still holding. he’s popping the pill into his mouth the second the water bottle is handed over, swallowing it quickly before he can think TWICE on the decision. “thanks.” he mumbles out, knowing the pain-relieving properties of what he just took would still take awhile to kick in.

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shcpeshiftcr:

moonsoo sauntered out of the house’s shared bathroom, already fully clothed and feeling refreshed. notes of PEPPERMINT grew stronger as it stayed longer on their body. the scent continued to surprise them as a handful of precious moments appear in little glimpses of joy, so far gone in the past. they haven’t thought of these MEMORIES in a long time; for there was no point in reminiscing for what has already happened will never come back. as they reach their room, moonsoo disapprovingly shook their head, as droplets of water fell from wet hair to purposely tattered shirt. the hand on the doorknob stopped turning when they heard a vague noise from across. at first, they notice faint rattling from pressed ears. second, they hesitated to enter the void - the sounds were becoming quite familiar - too familiar, and never in a good way. so lastly, they took a huge breath as they closed the door as fast as they opened it. moonsoo never liked the fact that they could etch out gunner’s hunched form in bed, especially in the dark. it never meant well, and it didn’t bring anything to the table but misery. it only reminded them of painful images - thoughts that were more prominent in their mind for a while now. they were at a standstill - arms crossed and head held high, they remained at the door with all the caution of a child to a flame. “i don’t know what to say,” they trod in a calm tone, and it was the truth. moonsoo hasn’t seen this horrible sight since their arrival in the group, since they and gunner parted ways before. but for some reason, when they saw the elder back in their life, they fell back into an old habit. their arms relax, one of them falling into their back pocket, and they sigh in relief. “can i help you now?” they try again.

gunner normally wouldn’t of even bothered to look and see who it was that opened the door if the other hadn’t spoken up at first. which, of course, he realizes who it is immediately once they do speak. the elder was never quite sure WHY his body seemed to relax around the other’s presence; it was just the reaction that always happened. most who would walk in and attempt to interact with him in a moment like this would of been met with a death glare and mouthful of venomous words; gunner chose the ALTERNATIVE for moonsoo. “you don’t have to say anything.” he grumbles out from where his face is pressed into his pillow once more, brow furrowed as the ache only reverberates further into the depths of his skull, reaching places and parts he hadn’t even been aware existed until just now. he’d almost prefer the other not say anything, because he knows that they know what’s going on. they had experienced him going through this too many times to count; but gunner had SECLUDED himself. especially after they left their time loop. they were just getting worse. moonsoo’s sigh is audible and gunner hears it, already knowing what they are about to ask and the denial is on the tip of his tongue ---- but then it falls away, dying with the pain that was slowly driving him to the point of desperation. body shifting just the slightest, gunner turns his head back around to peer at the other’s silhouette in the dark room, thankful that they had shut the door quickly and hadn’t carelessly let it remain open. the beat of silence lingers before his voice finally breaks it. “---- fine.”

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bokyvng:

drawing back from the hug, bokyung’s still smiling even as he answers: “i died!” pause. “literally.” it’s said so casually he might as well be talking about the weather. then again, it’s not as though it’s the first time he’d ever told gunner he’d died. that’d been a rather odd conversation. “i’d been malfunctioning ever since exiting the time loop. you saw me back then – i could barely start a fire without it growing out of control. i couldn’t trust myself, not after…” bringing death and destruction by burning down his childhood home and setting his father ablaze, causing his mother to look at him with fear and giving him away for ‘his own good’? yeah, uh, he doesn’t feel like saying that. “…last time i died.” yep, that seems good to settle for instead. “so i asked to be removed from the group. i didn’t want to accidentally hurt anyone.” it’s with the tiniest of frowns that he sits down on gunner’s bed, staring down at the two black stripes on the inside of his wrist. one for each time he’d died and had come back. once is an ACCIDENT, twice is a COINCIDENCE, three times is… “whatever’s inside of me – this peculiarity of mine? my body couldn’t handle it, so…” he opens his hand to mimic an explosion—imitated one with his voice, too, with a drawn-out ‘pew/woosh’ sort of noise, because that’s exactly what explosions sound like. it’s with a softer smile that he pats his chest. “this one’s fine, though. i guess i’ve adapted. i’m all good.” for the most part, but gunner didn’t need to worry about that. he didn’t need to worry about bokyung at all anymore, because from what he’d heard, gunner had enough things on his own plate. his head tips up again and bokyung levels his friend with a curious look. “but enough about me. how are you?”

the comment is said so casually gunner might of considered it to be some kind of twisted JOKE. there was emphasis on the 'might of' though -- if it hadn’t of been bokyung as the one before him. there is a smile on the younger’s face and he is speaking in such a normal tone that it takes gunner a moment to process it all, furrow etching into the middle of his brow. “you died.” gunner repeats casually himself, “again.” brown eyes linger as bokyung moves about the room to take up space on his bed, and gunner follows along only seconds later, taking his spot back and pushing the other out of it just the slightest with his feet, already reassuming his natural behavior. he is still listening, ever so quietly, taking it all in and ultimately understanding what bokyung is saying; because he did remember. gunner remembers the worry that began to nag at him back then as well, watching bokyung attempt so hard to get a handle on his peculiarity only to have it continue to spin out of control. body leaned back and resting against his pillow, his gaze has fallen to watch the other, slowly examining him discreetly as if to make sure ALL of him was there, that it was actually bokyung there. “as long as you’re good.” gunner mumbles out with a little nod. it was a lot of information to process. he’d find more questions to ask the more he talked with him. the switch of subject to him had been EXPECTED as well -- and for a moment gunner fixes bokyung with a look. “you know i hate that question.” especially when it was directed towards him. there were only a select few he’d tolerate it for; bokyung technically was one of the select few. but with how things had been going for gunner lately, it made him less inclined to answer directly, “i’m great.” oh, he definitely wasn’t.

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@shcpeshiftcr

gunner knew it was only going to be a matter of time before they came back. the  MIGRAINES. the heavy, mind-numbing, aching pain that split from the crown of his head and into to his temples,   throbbing  and making it damn near impossible for gunner to even lift his head. the elder had stayed in bed while everyone else took their leave, lights still out, door closed, and head pressed into the pillow beneath him for any kind of relief he can manage. even in the dark, gunner can see the remnants of white beginning to etch into the corners of his eyes. it’s threatening to come forth; the VISION. he had been battling with it for weeks, attempting to let it through but then the pain always got so agonizing that gunner forces it back, refuses to let it take over his senses, and refuses to see what his own gift was trying so hard to show him. why did it have to hurt so bad. body curling up in the bed there is a small shaky breath that leaves his lips, shifting only the slightest in an attempt to remain somewhat comfortable but it’s pointless. somehow he still manages to hear the door open despite his back being turned to it and the heartbeat in his ears, and instinctively his head turns to look at who entered, eyes narrowing as the light filters in and stings at his sensitive corneas. “close the fucking door.” gunner spits out, still not able to make out WHO exactly was there, but not so much as caring at the moment as he does about the light burning his eyes. 

[lonesource]

“can’t i enjoy my own time?” @gvnner

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prospvrous:

a faint ‘fuck’ managed to escape their lips, the cigarette hanging loosely at the c o r n e r of their mouth. hands fumbled around their pockets for a lighter, but the missing bump in their jeans seem to have caught them off guard. of course, they could only blame themselves — no better way to start the morning than without a good smoke. calvin stood on the balcony lazily until they spoke to the first person they saw within earshot. “hey – i know this might sound weird, but d'you think you have a lighter on you by chance? i kinda don’t know where mine is.”

the morning was crisp and cool, inviting and enticing gunner to actually step outside and enjoy the chill it leaves for him. it was still relatively early, and he hadn’t heard much stirring yet within the house -- until a familiar voice is breaking through the silence and he is peering up from his phone to acknowledge calvin standing on the balcony now. brow quirking at the question, gunner can only shrug his shoulders, “i don’t smoke.” he answers coolly as if that would be a clear explanation as to why he wouldn't have one on his person. but then gunner stops to consider something for a moment, shifting after a second to move forward towards one of the large potted plants near the door. he is reaching for something behind it, knowing very well that a few spare lighters had been left behind by some  UNKNOWN  source within the house, “there’s usually one here.” the comment is mumbled out before he’s pulling his hand back up to reveal the small neon green one that had been nestled half-way underneath the clay pot. “for future reference i guess? i’d put it back after you use it.”

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taempath:

              Maybe if Taemin REALLY thought about it, he’d realize that this situation with Gunner ( crammed into a tiny bathroom, anticipating the change that was about to come from the tiny box of hair dye sitting on the nearby counter ) wasn’t too far off from all of those times spent with his older sister. They weren’t related, of course, but the familial-like bond was certainly still there — the same sort of warmth that he often felt with family members usually appearing in the wake of the elder’s presence. So it was most definitely a similar experience ; something that made Taemin even more sure of his decision in coming to Gunner, rather than going to a salon. The grin that he offers the other reflects that of his own, quickly following Gunner’s suggestion and wrapping the towel around his back and plopping down in the chair provided. He’d remembered to wear an older shirt just in case— the reminder of his not-so-nice experience with ruining his favorite sweater in a previous dye job prompting him to do so— but it was always good to be a BIT more prepared. “More than ready,” he assures with a determined nod, the faux seriousness of the gesture being broken by the giggle that quickly follows. “Do your worst, hyung.”

      luckily the small box came with gloves, and gunner was slipping them on with a sense of confidence that came from too many years of doing this to himself. it was a little odd to be doing someone else’s hair; but it was also taemin. the other is grinning up at him and gunner can’t help the smile on his face to grow a little bit more. it was hard to not be slightly affectionate towards the other with the constant  AURA  he had around him. gunner always felt himself loosen up, relax, kind of find that more playful side of himself in order to keep the other in a good mood. “not going to do my worst.” gunner corrects, small sound of appreciation at the honorific being given. at least taemin used it in a  RESPECTFUL  manner. gunner had almost come to forget how it sounded being said that way. gloved hands sift through taemin’s hair before squeezing the bottle of dye, watching the hot pick color spurt out and then he’s working it into the roots first. gunner is silent for a moment before flickering his gaze up to look at taemin in the mirror, “so how have you been doing?” he asks curiously, having not really had a moment to talk to the other in awhile. “with the new house and everything.”

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bokyvng:

the way gunner’s looking at him is a clear sign that he hasn’t heard the news from anyone else, so at least that’s a positive thing. if he hadn’t known about bokyung’s return, it meant he hadn’t been avoiding him ( unlike some ). bokyung’s already feeling the tension drain from his body with every word gunner speaks, suddenly REASSURED they’d be just fine. “hey. i’m pretty sure the ghost helped the kid too,” probably. he hasn’t seen it in so long. it doesn’t matter much, though. he’s grinning so wide his mouth’s probably about to split into two, on the verge of another response when the realization hits him—wait. “did you watch that movie without me?” it’s said so accusatory, it’s obvious that bokyung’s a little sulky at the mere idea of gunner even attempting to watch that particular movie without him — but, it’s not like he can blame him. bokyung’s been gone for some time, and the fact gunner actually looking at him as though he doesn’t want to murder him in cold blood for it… well, he sure as hell appreciates it, so he can forgive him for the whole watching-movie-without-him thing. it’s without any further hesitation in him that bokyung strides across the room and seizes gunner into a hug, pulling him close to squeeze tight. he’s never been shy about neither giving nor receiving affection, his face buried into the crook of gunner’s neck. “i missed you.”

      immediately, gunner can sense whatever hesitance that the other held drain away at his response. his words hadn’t been meant to soothe or anything -- it had honestly been a casual response, despite the shock that was coursing through him at the other’s  GRAND  entrance. gunner is blinking at bokyung slowly, trying to settle his mind and piece everything together but he can’t ignore the fond sense of relief and happiness that begins to seep through him at the familiarities that are already beginning to form between them again. gunner acts nonchalant, and bokyung remains the drama queen he always has been. “that movie is almost twenty years old, bokyung. if someone hasn’t seen it by now then they have been far too behind.” him having seen the movie years ago was besides the point of importance though, and he knew the other knew that too. watching bokyung sweep in, gunner doesn’t even try to deny the hug   (   that he knew was going to happen   )  , his own arms coming up to grasp and hug the other back, small little smile beginning to stretch on the corners of his lips. “what the hell happened to you?” gunner asks, giving the other a rare affectionate squeeze for just a few seconds before pulling away to look at him again.

[jj0ng]

make me choose (shinee edition): frost!jjong or pink!jjong (for anon) 

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minjve:

              There was probably something to be said about the way Minjae’s mood so quickly changed from ‘ wanting a bit of peace and quiet ’ to ‘ wanting nothing more than to bug the shit out of Gunner. ’ Unfortunately for the elder, though, Minjae strongly believed in seizing opportunities that were so OBVIOUSLY presented to him — and if this moment, in particular, wasn’t a moment to be seized, then he didn’t know what was. “That’s the brilliant thing about my peculiarity, hyung—” he emphasizes the honorific with a condescending smirk — because when had Minjae EVER shown any sort of respect to those older than him —- ( with the exception of most Ymbryne’s, of course ). He cracks open his novel at that, eyes focused on the words of each page as he continued to speak. “I can annoy the fuck out of y o u without ever directing my attention away from this book. S’pretty amazing, really.”

      the tone of voice and the disrespect on the honorific directed at him has gunner tensing, feeling a wave of further annoyance wash over him. this brat just didn’t know when to STOP . turning his head to look back over at where minjae was sitting, gunner takes in the smirk on the other’s face and finally sighs, sitting up himself and turning to focus his attention on minjae entirely. “so that’s what you’re going to do?” gunner asks, brow raising as he stares at the other, “you’re going to waste your time sitting here and trying to annoy me? what’s the point?” well minjae had clearly already succeeded. he’s half tempted to just stand and walk away, but there is a bit of stubbornness keeping him where he’s sitting despite the younger boy’s comments. 

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wiingshqs:

he’s always found that mornings were EASIEST ; waking up before the sun was ideal and he cherishes whenever it happens. living with others has its drawbacks, but the constant frenzy of company’s always forgotten at times like these, when he’s in a state of complete stillness. daewon isn’t aware of the time, but it’s irrelevant. all that matters is that it’s quiet and he’s laying in bed, covers drawn to his chin. there’s nothing but warmth surrounding him and everything’s absolutely perfect— -for the moment anyway. daewon knows he’ll eventually have to leave his bed and start his routine. and when he does, the first thing he notices is the absence of his comforter. the chill’s there, lingering over him as a shiver reaches through to his bones, buried deep in its marrow. it’s commonplace though ; his peculiarity’s ruined his circulation. he’s almost ALWAYS cold, goosebumps familiarized with the contours of his body.  

as his feet connect with the floor, he stretches both arms above his head, loosening his muscles. his shoulders protest and he hears a few cracks from varying joints, but he’s thankful for the bed and the fact that he wakes up without feeling overly stiff. dae dresses quickly and heads outdoors, craving fresh air and a change of scenery. notebook tucked under his arm and a pencil held in his hand, he comes across another body ; a relaxed gunner. daewon’s startled by the voice and he freezes, eyes widening though calming when actually registering what’s being said. ❝ sorry, i really didn’t mean to, ❞ he sheepishly starts, gaze turned to the ground. he’s never been terribly good at eye contact. ❝ i wanted to sit out here for a bit… it’s nice out. am i in the way ?? i can LEAVE if you want ?? ❞ 

      there wasn’t really anything wrong with the other coming outside and within the same vicinity as gunner -- but he notes the nervousness evident there, brow raising but daewon tended to come off this way at times as well. he nods his head silently at the apology, knowing he really didn’t want nor did he need one, before peering around the area he had been lazing around in for awhile now. mornings were good for him; most wanted to sleep in. gunner’s sleep schedule was so off and on he usually just   r o l l e d   with how he was feeling, and despite having a good few hours of sleep, the grass had been inviting and the weather comfortable enough to stay and enjoy. it was relaxing. it eased his mind. but the space wasn’t solely his, and it wouldn’t be very fair to deny the other out of enjoying something so small   (   yet so desirable   )  like this.       gunner quirks his head to the side, giving the other a little grin before sitting up, arms catching behind his back to keep him steady, “you’re not in the way. you just got here.” he states in amusement, eyeballing the notebook and pencil in the other’s hands, “you can sit. it’s not like it’s my patch of grass only.” he motions to the open space for extra emphasis before laying back down with a content sigh, lavender eyes finding the sky once more. “were you going to draw? or write?” he asks with innocent curiosity, referring to the items that daewon had brought along with him.

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bokyvng:

@gvnner

within hours of his arrival, bokyung had realized that things were… different. of course there were matters he wasn’t privy to and didn’t much care about, but then there was the matter of a certain pang gunho. it’d actually been surprising that gunner hadn’t been there to welcome ( or chastise ) him the minute he’d stepped through the threshold, but hearing about how withdrawn he’d become – well, maybe bokyung’s a little worried. and maybe that worry is what had led him to where he is now, in front of the door he knows leads into the room gunner shares. and maybe that’s also why he’s now opening said door and entering the room as though he’s already been invited in. it occurs to him ( seconds too late ) that maybe he should’ve at least called out to see if gunner’s in, because what if he’s not there? or what if he doesn’t even want to see him? huh. that would kind of s u c k. it’s not every day someone reappears out of nowhere and walks in without as much as a word of warning, but bokyung’s hoping they can skip the whole ‘in-shock-that-you’re-alive’ thing he experienced with the rest and go straight to the part where they hug it out. well, here’s to hoping, because the question to whether gunner is inside is answered the second he sees the blindingly pink hair. it’s ridiculously easy to spot him. “hey, the sixth sense,” he’s always had a bit of a habit coming up with the most absurd nicknames—but he thinks this one fits, with how gunner’s able to percieve things beyond normal sensory contact and all. “it’s me, the dead person here to help you get that ass out of that chair.” …and pause for the derisive smile that’s teetering on the edge of hesitant, because he’s now waiting for the answer to the question of whether gunner even wants to see him.

      there was an obvious reason gunner always chose to stay inside and within the host house over going out and exploring the cities -- and that was the peace and quiet. with everyone else running about and busying themselves with whatever adventure they could get ahold of, gunner had always chosen to stay back. and of course, every once in awhile one of the other’s would appear, but for the most part of the day he had gotten used to having a house essentially to  h i m s e l f  . so to say he was surprised when someone came waltzing into his shared room where he had been hanging out and trying to relax was an understatement. even more so, it was the voice that had thrown him for the real loop. brows knitting together, gunner looks over to see the familiar come in, surprise evident on his face when he acknowledges that it’s bokyung standing there and smiling at him like he hadn’t upped and disappeared on everyone without a damn warning or message ages ago. he blinks at bokyung, considering for a moment that his head was fucking with him again, but the other’s corny comments only solidifies that bokyung was most definitely there in front of him right. “shouldn’t it be the other way around?” he finally asks, giving him a look as he stands from where he’s been lounging, still surprised that he’s actually there, “wasn’t the whole point of that movie about the kid being the one to actually help the dead person in the end?”

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i procrastinated long enough but omg these pages are FINALLY done for gunner and i’m making a post about them bc they help??? see more into him so BLESS. HERE YOU GO. statistics & peculiar & connections. i know i plotted some things w/ people before i set up the connections page SO!!! if there’s a spot you wanna make Official™ then just let me know xoxo

[smoldinopup]

끼와 정의 사이, 종현 II | 2 - ∞ | 그댄 나의 자랑이죠

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taempath:

              Taemin didn’t have a particular REASON of suddenly wanting to go pink, other than the fact that he’d been wanting to for a while now. And seeing as they were currently smack dab in the spring, and his hair was already light enough to easily make the transition, he figured now was as good a time as any. Tae u s u a l l y tended to go to salon’s for this sort of thing, but the pretty pastel pink of Gunner’s own hair had the younger turning towards the boy in this particular situation, instead. It certainly saved Taemin’s pocket the hassle of spending anymore unnecessary cash, and he figured it was a good enough excuse to spend a bit of extra time with the older boy. “Positive,” he nods his assurance, the ends of his lips pulling up into an eager smile. “My sister used to box dye my hair back home, so I’m used to fairly unprofessional methods,” he assures through a small giggle, quietly recalling numerous instances of patchy dye jobs and mildly amused parents dragging him to the salon the very next day.

      there is a fond expression that morphs across his face as taemin mentions a memory, nodding his head in understanding. gunner never had any siblings growing up but had always wished he did  (   perhaps the situation he was in now was a little bit of karma on his own end for being so hopeful   )   he had what seemed to be a plethora a sibling-like relations now though. more than he could of ever imagined. but he’s sure there is an obvious difference in an actual sibling bond. “perfect. then you’ll handle mine just fine.” he answers with a smile, motioning for taemin to come and sit in the chair he had dragged into the bathroom, waving the towel in the other’s face, “put this over your back. it’s the closest thing to a drape i could find.” and then he’s turning towards the box color, flipping it in his hands and reading the small text of instructions on the back. fingers grasp and open with ease, pulling out the contents and slowly working on mixing them together until gunner has a pretty container of mixed pink dye in his hand. “ready, pinky?” he asks with a hum in his voice, moving to shut the bathroom door to allow a little bit of privacy and because he’s not actually sure if Miss Bosco was okay with him using pink dye in her bathroom sink -- but he’d just find out  l a t e r  .

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minjve:

              As much as he truly found enjoyment from sneaking in a bit of peace and quiet in his day and escaping with a novel or two, Park Minjae always still managed to find some sort of sick pleasure in aggravating those around him with his snarky comments and arrogant remarks. —— It was a past time that proved to be nearly as entertaining as his beloved crosswords. “Really?” An obnoxious quirk to his lips appears at that, head moving to the left in a self-satisfied tilt. “Huh— s’pretty impressive, actually ; the fact that I can make people f e e l my distaste for them before they can even see me.” Amusement appears in the curve of his eyebrows, a snort sounding at the elder’s words. “I never said you had to move to begin with,” he reminds the boy, moving over to the shade of a nearby tree and claiming his own spot there. Sure — the presence of the other disturbed his peace to SOME extent, but the presented opportunity of disturbing Gunner’s peace in the process was far too appealing to pass up. —— “Besides … I would never go so low as to disturb the sleep of an elderly.”

      of course the other would take that as some sort of compliment. gunner doesn’t bother responding to minjae’s comment, choosing instead to roll his eyes and keep his gaze upwards towards the sky. well, at least he didn’t have to move. gunner notes the other taking a seat a few feet away, and an irk of irritation flows through him again, but he plans to keep his lipssealed – until minjae is speaking out again. leave it to the other to appear and ruin gunner’s quiet and peaceful moment. with everything constantly going around them, and always being on the move, they came few and far between. especially with the migraines. “can you just shut up and read your book.” his tone is dull, fingers coming up to press against his temples.