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the romance of sadness.

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                    the calm before the storm…

     the preplexed mind a young lad, never set on what it really wants, tossing him between ups and downs— everyday could be one where something new comes up, everyday could be one that’ll twist his weary mind, but he knew what he wished for right now, he knew if he could he would spend forever with her in his arms—

                                            it didn’t have a n a m e.

     no title was held over two figures dwelling on a couch with limbs tangled in a mess, seems as if lately they were almost inseparable & tonight was another one of those nights— the ones where they both wouldn’t feel like doing much, but the company of each other was very much needed,

"this movie is crap."

     a fact being pointed after an hour and a half into the film, one that was obvious right from the start, when truth be told; the quality of the movie never really mattered, the worst of them would be worth watching if she would bicker with him over how bad it was, if her warmth would engluf him and he would just glance to find her by his side,

     as if on cue, a sound of growling stomach echoed between the apartment’s walls, bringing a sheepish grin to spread on his lips and a head thrown her way—

"i’m gonna let you choose what to eat tonight. go wild."

     he let out a chuckle— hand already reaching out to grab hold of the cellphone by the couch’s side. they were bound to make a mess out of the apartment, much to his roommate’s dislike, but that was the last thing on their mind. 

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Sometimes she wonders if he can see the chains around her heart, they’re heavy and painful and she drags them everywhere she goes. She wonders if he can sense the storm raging in her chest whenever she sees him, waves crashing against her ribcage and filling her heart with sea salt. It has been five years since anyone made her feel like this and she approaches the feeling with caution, because the chains around her heart tighten with every beat and it’s a painful reminder of a past she can't let go. 

Her lips curl up into a smile and butterflies take off in her stomach as she looks at him and she thinks it might be okay with his warm influence. Loving him was easy, almost natural, a bit like air. All she had to do was breathe.

Inhale.

“You’re the one who wanted to watch this.” She points out with a sharp tongue and a hint of amusement laced in her voice. There’s a mischievous twinkle in her eyes as she averts her gaze from the television screen once more and she flashes him a warm smile to show that she doesn’t mind. She would sit through the worst movies if it meant she could spend more time with him. “It’s not that bad…” Her arms wrap around his shoulders and she leans in to give him a taste of Sobranie and cherry coke, lips pressing together in a soft but sweet kiss.

Exhale.

“You’re going to let me choose? Are you sure you’re willing to take that risk?” She laughs softly, prettily, and she leans against his chest with a smile lingering on her lips. “Just order whatever you’d like… you know I’m not picky.”

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— midnight hours. ( gain & siwon )

Delicate fingers slide across the screen as she scrolls through her contact list in search of a particular name. There were very few people she genuinely trusted, but Siwon had to be one of them. He was like the older brother she never had, someone she could lean on when it all came crashing down. But it had not always been like this. It took her months to realize their friendship was not just a façade, that he sincerely enjoyed her company and that he did not just join her on her midnight strolls out of pity.

Depression makes you feel like that, anxious and paranoid, as if everyone is a liar at heart. But some people fill the gaping hole inside her chest with something a bit lighter, something warmer. On sleepless nights, when her eyes simply refuse to get heavy, she would text him to see if he wanted to join her nightly wanderings. She had been having many, many sleepless nights lately so perhaps he was anticipating her text message already.

【 ✉ ➜ siwon 】there’s a blood moon tonight. 【 ✉ ➜ siwon 】same place, same time?

Midnight, the night envelops the world in darkness but the moon dares to peek through the clouds, eerily beautiful with shades of coppery red. Gain is standing outside one of the small coffee shops with a half-empty cup of coffee in her hands, something to keep her warm whilst she awaited his arrival. She turns to face her reflection in the window and finds a petite woman dressed in black staring back at her with sleepy eyes and rosy cheeks.

It’s not until a taller figure appears beside her that she smiles, bright enough to bare her teeth if only for a brief moment. “There should be a law that says you can’t make a lady wait, oppa.” Her words are followed by soft but sweet laughter and she turns around to face him, a smile lingering on her rose-colored lips. “I’m glad you could join me though.” Sleepless nights are less lonely with him by her side after all.

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— the inner workings of my mind.

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far beyond normality laid a childish playground where shadows cried out battle rage when rammed against the golden rays of the sun. where the time is six —- where it is time for the moon to vanish behind the obnoxious sun. where it is time for night to end & morning to arise. drowsy mundanities dragged out of bed with sleep blinding their eyes. showers turned on; coffee brewed —- wash, drink, dress, ready to start the monotonous routine all over again.

ready to begin again.

but she is night’s flower : with dark silky petals & intoxicating fragrant. with her hidden thorns and beautiful coloring. night’s precious flower blooming only underneath silver moonlight. more breathtaking and more dangerous when tainted by midnight blue. come morning light, petals will wither and wilt —- exhaustion pulled her under. she slept ! she slept ! just not enough. never enough to truly reenergize; but enough to carry on until day and night fight for dominance again.

so she drifts like grains of sand in strong ocean currents. going here. going there. going wherever her running shoes take her. today’s adventure : the playground of childish imaginations. a place of innocence —- no place for a broken little bird with sad eyes and holy water tears. no, this is not a place for lost souls with nowhere to go. this is a place for peter pan and his lost boys. a neverland, not wonderland. but how exquisite this little bird looks with broken wings. how oddly beautiful she is with melancholic pleas and mascara stained eyes. how she makes wild flower child want to wipe away all the tragedy in her sad little bird eyes.

"that is the thing about life."    she does not hold her.

"it is a little bit disappointing. it has a way of making people feel insignificant and so fragile." siren sang —- her lithe body moving accordingly. squatting down directly in front of broken bird so she can take delicate face into her elegant hands. so that the pads of her thumb can wipe away the traces of depressed liquid. ah, she would lean in. she would stare. she would command attention as she cooed and cooed. "darling, you have been hurt before. i can see that there is something broken inside of you. something did that. someone did that."

& siren sang louder. louder. louder until ears bled. "why would you give up without burning the world down?"

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There is something wrong, there is something very wrong inside her head. The darkness is creeping up on her as soft-spoken words dance through her mind, as madness presents itself in the shape of a woman. She rattles her lungs with a shivering breath, fragile bones trembling within the confines of her tiny frame, pale and bruised and aching with sadness. She blinks once, twice, thrice and with every flutter of her eyelashes the ghosts seem to multiply. Gain squeezes her eyes shut and waits for the imaginary shadows to vanish.

Warm fingertips caress her porcelain features and wipe the sadness away, the hatred dripping down her cheeks in unwanted tears. She doesn't like crying, but she does, every night. Until her heart is void of humanity and she is left with nothing but a gaping hole inside her chest, until exhaustion forces her to close her eyes and slumber. She opens her charcoal lined eyes and thinks she can see past the darkness, thinks she can feel warmth seeping into her skin, into her bones, thinks she can feel blood rushing through her body; beating life into her hollow soul.

Curiosity blooms inside her mind as her words echo in her head, branches curling around her voice as she parts her lips to speak. “But... how do I do that?” The sad little bird creaks as she spreads her broken wings, enough to sit up and look her madness in the eyes. The sunset shades the sky in bitter crimson, the ghosts have faded along with the darkness but she doesn’t fade and Gain finds herself smiling, almost incredulously so. Perhaps she is not going mad after all.

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— the inner workings of my mind.

Son Gain, a ghost buried in the past, a lost soul searching for a purpose or direction in life. Missing, she was, and sometimes she wanted to be found.

Trembling fingers curl around the cigarette between her lips and she fills her lungs with poison. Toxic flowers bloom within the confines of the organ, decorating her carbon-stained insides with hazy blue roses. She had always liked roses. Dawn shades the playground in hues of cool blue and soft lavender as the morning sun caresses her skin with the first rays of sunlight. It’s then that she realizes she had been up all night, doing god knows what.

Smoke curls from between her lips as she stares at the sky, watching the sombre air spread lighter with every minute the clock ticked away. It’s six in the morning and she finds herself lying at the bottom of the slide, with her eyeliner smudged underneath her bloodshot eyes, red spider webs crawling across the white surface. She tries to push herself up but finds the world spinning around her and she can’t help but to wonder if she’s still drunk.

It’s not until she senses movement that she looks up and realizes that she’s not alone, but it’s six in the morning and the world is still asleep and whoever just joined her on the playground cannot be anything but a ghost, she’s sure. She shivers as she lies down again; the metal feels cold against her skin. She’s wrapped up in a black hoodie that’s at least twice her size but her legs are bare and covered in bruises.

“Sometimes I think I’m not really here.” She starts slowly, assuming whomever she just saw was nothing but a hallucination. “I’m alive but not really living, drifting aimlessly. Everything feels so empty and… fragile. It’s suffocating, and sometimes I really can’t take it anymore.” The pink cigarette slips from in between her fingers and her hand moves up to her face to wipe away the tears that started rolling down her cheeks.

Gain sits up enough to pull her hood over her short black hair and she folds her arms over her chest, desperately trying to find some warmth, as the crisp autumn air is merciless. “Sometimes I think I’m not really here, sometimes I don’t really want to be here.” Her voice is nothing more than a whisper and she doesn’t even know if someone is listening, but there is something very comforting about being able to spill your thoughts without having to hold back, even to a ghost.

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Although he asked out of habit it was clear that she wouldn’t be trying anything different than today. 

Son Gain, that’s all he knew about her. Yes, she worked here but he wasn’t even sure what she did. There was always parchment somewhere within leisurely reach of her fresh manicures, she was never without the glint in her eye that was yet to say with truth — alluring. Taeeun himself, couldn’t find himself to keep his eyes off of her at the moment. Maybe it was the alcohol, maybe he had been working here too long only to notice her recently to spark conversation. 

He never got the chance, why not now? He was feeling relentless.

Taeeun’s long, slender fingers reached down for the clean shot glasses. One between his pointer and middle fingers and the second between his middle and ring finger, he set them on the black marble with a clink and gave the girl a smirk. He then turned around to find the Absolut Vodka much too easily, as if it were habitual. He popped the top off while finding a slight admiration to the beat playing in the background, it wasn’t quite ear numbing as it was earlier. So with the chance, Taeeun leaned in as he poured to shots.

One more wouldn’t really matter on the path that he was going on.

"Busy tonight?" He spoke and surprised himself silently, his voice was raspy and on the edge of a baritone, atypical to the typical grate that his voice was usually at. Yet he hoped that somehow it was appealing, just as Gain’s leering had been to him on this particular night.

Or was it morning?

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Son Gain is something beyond understanding, an enigma, as some people would say. There is something mysterious about the shadows she surrounds herself with, yet she cannot imagine someone would find beauty in self-destruction. But there are galaxies in her eyes, despite the darkness in her heart, and she speaks with such haziness that it always leaves you wanting more. A shimmer, a glimpse of what goes beyond the surface of superficial thoughts. A light that burns only to remind you of the darkness that surrounds it.

She finds herself leaning in closer with interest as he pours their shots and a smile spreads across her features when he speaks. She had never been good at small talk, but she found herself enjoying their meaningless conversations more than she wanted to admit. The raspy edge to his voice sent shivers down her spine and she couldn’t help but to think there was something very attractive about that. She doesn’t respond, instead she curls her slender fingers around the shot glass and admires the liquid in placid silence before downing her shot within seconds.

“Not particularly.” Her fingers push the empty glass back in his direction, silently asking for another with a smile lingering on her lips. “So, when are you going to fulfill your drunken promise of taking me home and fucking me senseless?” Perhaps she wasn’t good at small talk after all.

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▲ bottoms up — tiffany & gain.

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{ — laughs at her abrasive comment, blunt and straightforward. but maybe that was exactly why she was good friends with the female, to have a little sense of danger around. still, tiffany worries once, twice, thrice too many. resilient towards the corrosive air she fills her lungs with, affectionate to the reckless peril her foundation is built on — } woman please, no need to do a little bewitching, any man crazy enough not to see your worth in one look is a fool { — though charming words spill naturally as similar to that luring in a helpless child, she means it. gain is worth more than any gem in the world and anyone crazy to miss out on that is obviously blind — } ive been under the wrath of your spell since the first day we met, guess you missed out on it { — another vivacious laugh colors the walls of the restaurant, letting go of the hand she’s holding onto so that the two can finally settle on their seats — } work is a drag but i’m getting by { — small talk as such is a taste of weltering thoughts and tiffany knows better than to be stranded in the surface of her best friend’s thoughts — } but im curious; what exactly are you thinking about these days? surely, you wouldn’t have called me so urgently for nothing

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{ — Her warmth seeps through her skin, sinks into her bones ( into her heart ) and fills every fibre of her being until the cold façade melts and her heart feels lighter. Tiffany always makes her feel like that, warmer, lighter, a little more like who she was before. Less broken, less sad. She has been dipping her feet into the darkness for a while now and sometimes she thinks it’s starting to consume her. — } Perhaps I just wanted to see you. { — Gain places her elbow onto the table and rests her cheek against the palm of her hand. Perfectly manicured fingers lightly tap against her pale skin while a warm smile spreads across her features. — } I think I like someone. { — She laughs softly, prettily, until she thinks she can hear the girl she used to be. Warmer, lighter, less sad, less broken. — } And it really scares me... { — The ache in her chest reminds her that she's not who she used to be. She can feel her heart beating within the confines of her ribcage, but there is no love there, just blood. — }

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▊▍` cigarette exchange ; gain & jin

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           The eyes that glanced at him were the colour of hot cocoa, sprinkled with tiny flecks of gold like mini marshmallows and faint fragments of mohagny brown were in there somewhere within the sea of variants of brow in her iris. Jins noticed the russian red lipstick that was wrapped around the bud of the hand-crafted cigarette.

In hearing her response he didn’t reply there was no need to his eyes jerked to attention to a quiet sentence that left her russian red lips her hair bobbed perfectly she had a unique style that remind her of late fifties or sixties, without giving it a second thought he flicked the cigarette out and darted in front of her alluring female, leaning down which indicated to climb on his back.

Jin turned is head and finally spoke is voice was deep but it was welcoming. ❝ climb aboard-❞ he chuckled ❝ for a good thirty minutes i was waiting for you to say that, look at those heels. i’ll give you a piggyback ride.❞ He didn’t move from his stance he waited for her to accept the offer it was better than walking on a pebble covered path with bare feet. 

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The petite woman visibly shudders when he suddenly darts out in front of her and she tries not to flinch, but it’s a silent confirmation that she is still afraid of men who are noticeably stronger and taller than she is. Sungjin is nothing like her ex-boyfriend, but her mind refuses to acknowledge that.

The eyes that stare back at him are void of humanity and full of destruction, for her thoughts are a minefield of memories, each one more devastating than the other. There is something very wrong inside her head as she watches the film noir that plays before her eyes, starring herself and the man who ruined her life. The credits roll but there is no applause and her lips shaded like bolshevism curl up into a cynical smile. “I’m sorry.” She quietly apologizes for her absence, saying she got lost in her thoughts would be an understatement.

“Thank you.” Her voice is soft as she speaks and she doesn’t want to know for how long she had been staring at him. He probably thought she was a freak, and she knows he is right. Her hands curl into his shoulders and she easily hops onto his back, her slender legs wrapping around his waist as she waits for him to get a hold of her as well. She can feel her dress riding up her thighs and she briefly wonders if people can see her underwear, though it wouldn’t be the first nor the last time.

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His throat still burned.

Only slightly, though. The game was quick and his customer left with about seven shots downed in half an hour while Taeeun stopped at about four. He wiped the tabletop clean, blinking every once in a while to force his eyes from dilating any further from the reflection of the light beams and strobe lights as he continued monotonously. A few figures at the end still had their glasses in hand and while he peeked over, they were half full.

Taeeun put the rag on the counter below and looked up to meet a familiar face. He gave her a sly smile and tried to put the name to her short hair, the frame to a sleek complexion and eyes that did a better job than Taeeun could give himself credit for.

"What’ll you have?"

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She fills her lungs with smoke and toxic flowers bloom within the confines of the organ, decorating her carbon-stained insides with hazy blue flowers. Perfectly manicured fingers curl around the cigarette and she finds that it fills up the space between her slender fingers quite nicely. The pink paper and golden filter make it seem like a fashion statement rather than a good smoke, but if she was going to murder her lungs she might as well do it with style.

The smoke clears her mind and there’s a sense of excitement in knowing that when she goes back inside, her favourite bartender would be awaiting her arrival. It was starting to become a ritual, at the end of their shift she would order three vodka shots and they would talk about everything and nothing at all until Sungjin was ready to go home as well. Gain finds herself smiling as she thinks about it, almost incredulously so, and she discards her cigarette without a second thought.

High heels carry her petite form back inside the club and she takes a seat at the bar, elbow placed onto the table top and her chin resting against the palm of her hand. The corners of her lips curve up and form a rather flirty smile when he finally notices her presence and she lets out a quiet chuckle. “You know what I’ll have.”

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You write so nicely omg ;;

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