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dxlxgence:

« a new chapter starts for hitting the ♡. » ✧ ┆ ❛ with @hynuki

« K I B U M. » ✧ ┆ The smell of hospital was lingering in the small room Kibum was laying at. A white blanket was covering his body; covering his pajamas. The brunette hair was messy, dark circles lingering beneath the feline eyes. An infusion was leading to his left hand while both arms were covered with thick bandages. “You BELIEVE them, don’t you?” Kibum turned his head towards Hyunki who came to visit him. “You believe in their story that I tried to kill myself, right?” The young ballet dancer didn’t know what to think about his family, about his friends, about everyone. All he knew from the doctors was that someone found him in his shower, water turned on, razors next to him, covered in his own blood, but at the same time, Kibum knew that he would never try to kill himself. Yet, nobody believed him.

The atmosphere differed drastically from what the young writer had initially expected. Hospitals were for the desolate and hopeless, especially the suicide-watch ward. He dreaded slinking down the hallways, preppy satchel slung over his shoulder, as life-less eyed stalked after him. Patients with dry mouths and wrapped wrists were prone to staring. But the walk to Kibum’s bed was nothing like the nightmares he’d dreamed up. It was quiet. Clinical. And Kibum, to his surprise, was frantic not solemn. His eyes were pleading and his demeanour screamed to get him out of a terrible nightmare. Even the question Hyunki was immediately assaulted with communicated unrest, an appeal for his innocence. Everything was off. Hyunki’s brows furrowed as he slid into the spotless seat next to the bed (which was so clean it squeaked). “I don’t know what to believe,” he answered honestly.

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halfwcy:

She bites her tongue, a practice of growing pains, and shrugs to buy time while she figures out what to say. It depended on the who, what, where, when, why and whether or not they mattered enough to her. Then again, it was not like she has ever stopped caring since she started. And that was enough. “I guess so,” she settles with, like an affirmation done in passing, and then that part of her mind catches up with the other. “But blunt gardening shears? Isn’t that a little excessive?” Albeit her own disregard for moderation, she counters with query in effort to deflect. “And- Gross. I don’t wanna see any of … that.”

Emotional intelligence is his forte; his dismissive sigh communicates that he can tell when to drop a stale and uncomfortable subject, but he makes a mental note to ask for updates later. His painfully knowing smile says it all. "What, you don’t like unrealistic gore?” The CD rack that had become accustomed to his weight shakes unsteadily as he departs to roam around the neat store. His strides stay within close enough proximity to converse comfortably, but it is slightly rude of him to not focus his undivided attention on her. “What movies do you like? I can’t believe I’ve never asked.”

#halfwcy #under 500

iiraeth:

“Fuck you, you piece of shit.”

The curse is practically spit as the angel staggers back, one last kick to his fallen opponent sent into their side. He stumbles out of the cramped alley, shooting one last look over his shoulder before he’s hurrying away as fast as his broken body will carry him.

His tongue runs against his lower lip, only to pull back as Kiel winces, the open wound of his split lip stinging upon contact. His head aches terribly; he probably has a concussion, though hopefully a mild one at the worst. Blood drips from a swollen nose and split knuckles, but he keeps his head down and hands to his side.

He doesn’t stop until he arrives at his apartment complex, all but sagging against the concrete stairs at the front. An agonizing second is taken to twist so he can sit properly, head dropping back with a pained grunt as he stretches his legs out. He should really head inside, but five flights of stairs is not an appealing ( or feasible ) trek at this point.

The pillar of groceries nestled securely in his arms leans threateningly left and Hyunki compensates naturally by countering right. It’s a tricky balancing act for four blocks with mild winds ––he even has to sacrifice a hat to weathering instead of naively running to rescue the old thrifted accessory–– nonetheless, he makes it to the apartment block safe and sound. Every single store bought delicacy is in tact, smelling like sweet green goodness. The paper bag is ruffled up but there are no perceptible tears. Success.

“Dude, you’re kind of in my way,” he huffs as loudly as possible. He can only make out a hunched over figure in his periphery vision, and is quick to dismiss it as an underage delinquent smoking outside the complex. The voice that he addresses said figure is understandably muffled by the wall of food covering his face. Indifference to his rudely worded request is expected.

With better manners and brute strength, he tentatively lifts the bag, to balance it on his head and free his vision, before addressing the stranger once more. However, this time, he can clearly see the cuts, the blood, the banged up nose. “Holy shit.” His first reaction is to squint, move closer, examine further. “Fuck dude. Your whole fucking nose is fucked up... Fuck... Your face too. Like all of it. Holy shit. Are you okay?”

#over 500 #iiraeth

❛ kinda hungry, kinda horny, kinda tired, kinda wanna get a tattoo ❜

“If you get a tattoo while hungry won’t you like er, fuckin’ pass out bro?” Long fingers comfortably tap out a rhythm on Yongguk’s ink adorned collar bone as a stream of unorganised consciousness pours out of his mouth. They’re sat in on the sofa, as per usual, a half-naked mass of overlapping limbs and cat hairs. The television is background noise but it doesn’t soothe Hyunki nearly as much as the steady ebb and flow of his boyfriend’s breathing. “And if you bang with a fresh tat, that’s either excessive pain or awkward fondling, right? After sex, food tastes 5000 times better. So, logically…”

#eruvos #under 500 #월광

❛ kinda hurt, kinda offended, kinda not planning on saying anything about it ❜

“Do you usually deal with situations like that? All calm and unbothered?” He leans against the CD display with furrowed brows and crossed arms, accidentally elbowing Beyoncé in the cheek. The slow anger simmering in his pupils adds a certain grace to the movement. Although far from frustrated at her, personally, the lack of resolve and sheer injustice ruffles his Gemini feathers. “I would chop his fucking balls off. With blunt gardening shears.”

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@nonpareills

He snorts a laugh, pulls himself up and turns his head to what is his best picture angle. “My mother tells me that every day.” Then, he lets the pose fall away and he’s smiling at the kid, expecting another smartass remark. “And who are you.”

“Cho Hyunki, Ginseng 98.7fm.” He smiles calmly but the automatic reply that flies from his own mouth irks him –– it’s a symbol of mediocrity deeply ingrained into his psyche; he’d been asked for an indicator of relevance so many times that his answer was instantaneous. Déjà vu. No-one ever knew who he was or what Ginseng Radio played. As soon as they realised his importance level was in the negative, they switched off completely. “I usually do the graveyard shift. I assume you’re here for Arirang?”

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popular text posts + ask memes (part two)

❛ i don’t have time for a relationship. do you know how many books i need to read? ❜ ❛ i think it’s hilarious when people tell me i’m laid back because i’ve pretty uch been screaming nonstop in my head since like fifth grade ❜ ❛ coming out of my cage and i’ve been doing just… not good ❜ ❛ i’m a piece of shit, but it’s fine ❜ ❛ how i am supposed to have a lit summer with $4.65 ❜ ❛ i’m a huge fan of space; both outer and personal ❜ ❛ and to your left, you can see me, ruining everything ❜ ❛ any full cast musical number can be a solo if you believe hard enough ❜ ❛ kinda hungry, kinda horny, kinda tired, kinda wanna get a tattoo ❜ ❛ no amount of under eye concealer can cover up how tired i am of this world ❜ ❛ i’m ready for autumn, but not autumn responsibilities ❜ ❛ today i’m wearing a lovely shade of i slept like shit so don’t piss me off ❜ ❛ i’m not making enough boys nervous ❜ ❛ i really want my last words to be ‘hey, wanna see a dead body?’ ❜ ❛ don’t you hate it when money goes away when you spend it? ❜ ❛ i’m always a slut for conspiracy theories ❜ ❛ i wanna make a diss track about myself ❜ ❛ true friendship is bullying your friends into watching the tv shows you watch ❜ ❛ i’d be such a good girlfriend/boyfriend/s.o. you’re all missing out ❜ ❛ sorry i was late. i can’t conceptualize time. ❜ ❛ fuck what the aliens said ❜ ❛ sometimes it physically pains me to hold back my sarcastic comments ❜ ❛ if outfit repeating was a crime i would be sentenced to life without parole ❜ ❛ does anyone have ten thousand dollars they don’t want? ❜ ❛ i want a sugar daddy, but i know nicki minaj wants me to be independent ❜ ❛ i stress about stress before there’s even stress to stress about ❜ ❛ i don’t have plans for tonight or the rest of my life if anyone wants to have a drink or get married ❜ ❛ tbh sometimes you just gotta let me be dramatic because i will get over it, but let me be dramatic first. ❜ ❛ painfully average looking with a great sense of humor and always down to get drunk ❜ ❛ if we date, you have to hold my hand in the car. no exceptions. ❜ ❛ in an unfortunate development, i am now awake ❜ ❛ you’re hella bomb, hella cute, and anyone would be hella lucky to have you ❜ ❛ kinda hurt, kinda offended, kinda not planning on saying anything about it ❜ ❛ trying to embarrass me is so unnecessary. i do it to myself just fine. ❜ ❛ if you don’t think i’m a princess then you’re 100% right. i’m the fucking queen. ❜ ❛ fuck summer. i want it to be dark and misty and frigid and october. ❜ ❛ lana may have fucked her way up to the top, but i am bullshitting my way up to the middle ❜ ❛ i don’t want to get involved in the drama, i just wanna know 103% of the information on what happened ❜ ❛ so… do you want to watch 49.7 hours of parks and recreation with me? ❜ ❛ i hit rock bottom like every two weeks ❜ ❛ can someone please be proud of me? like fuck, i’m trying. ❜ ❛ give me a few days to overthink about it ❜ ❛ can i sell my feelings on ebay? i don’t want them anymore. ❜ ❛ i’m really fucking sarcastic for someone who’s about to start crying most of the time ❜ ❛ when does hibernation start because i am 100% participating in that ❜ ❛ don’t you hate it when you wake up and you’re awake ❜ ❛ i lowkey just wanna make sure you’re happy as fuck ❜ ❛ i literally have no idea what i’m gonna do if i don’t end up rich ❜ ❛ you know you’re in deep when you love listening to them talk and you get attached to their voice ❜ ❛ no offense, but when is it my turn for someone to be in love with me ❜ ❛ i’m an asshole with a really big heart ❜ ❛ i have to be funny because being hot is not an option ❜ ❛ can i apologize in advance for basically everything i will ever do ❜ ❛ okay that’s cool, but consider the following: snuggling with me until i fall asleep ❜ ❛ please handle me with care. i am a very sleepy and soft creature. ❜ ❛ drunk me is the me i really want to be. confident, hilarious, and most importantly, drunk. ❜

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