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I am constantly trying to communicate something incommunicable, to explain something inexplicable, to tell about something I only feel in my bones and which can only be experienced in those bones.
Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena (via theglasschild)
Areum tried her hardest to wipe her tears away before she glanced up at the male though her eyes were still red and puffy and she didn’t particularly like it. “No, I’m fine,” She lied, ending up letting out a sigh as she realized how pathetic she sounded. A hand ran through her hair in frustration before she pulled her knees closer to her chest, looking up at the male again. “Can I trust you?”
Jirou had always been a worrier. Whether if it was someone dear to him or merely a stranger, he would feel an immense need to care for them; providing at least some sense of support. A small rush of panic ran through him looking at the teary eyed girl, and he crouched down in front of her, brows knitting together in concern. “Of course you can. What’s the matter?”
aixhani
Heeyeon silently stared at the man for a moment, not sure just what to make of the situation. He was definitely missing his shirt, but… flew away? Something about his demeanor made her suspect that he had maybe one too many to drink, and she couldn’t help but give a small snort at the thought.
“Flew away or did you fling it somewhere?”
"It...! It flew away!”
Jirou’s voice was nothing but a drunken slur, barely loud enough to be heard despite the relatively quiet surroundings. Somehow, somewhere--he had managed to lose his shirt, and was currently sat on the sidewalk in his half-naked form, trying to figure out what was going on. Confusion was painted on his face as he lifted his head to meet the females eyes, his brows slightly furrowing.
That’s the thing about loneliness, it leaves you wanting the people you shouldn’t have.
Jaime Ciarletto, Wherever You Are (via wnq-writers)
❛I get you.❜ Sam isn’t the kind of person who fools around because he beholds a tricky background; however he did understood the other is certain degrees. ❛I don’t consider you as a bad person as well. You might have done some immature stuffs before, but that’s just you growing up. I wish I could say the same though. I feel like I haven’t done enough in my life. At least you do.❜
“You’re speaking as if you’re dying or something. You’ve still got plenty of time to experience things, y’know -- even if it contains acting like a complete fool.” His smile fades into a somehow more relaxed one, weakly shrugging his shoulders. He found the amount of positivity in his words a bit amusing, concidering how negative of a mindset he really has when he’s by himself. At least, he wished he could follow his own advice. “Is there anything you regret not doing?”
( apologies for the inactivity lately -- i’ve been so tired, honestly. )
Hello, I'm Sulli, your local peach farmer. *puts a peach in your hand*
I feel like this is the perfect opportunity for one of my amazing pick-up lines, but my brain seem to be drawing a blank. (`he holds onto the fruit) Thank you..! I’ll be depending on you for more food in the future then, peach farmer.
“I think most people remember the exact moment they realised they were grown up. Because of something said to them, or something they saw… Do you remember that moment?”
“I know exactly what you’re talking about.” A tiny smile curved his lips, almost nostalgic as he rests his cheek in the palm of his hand. He stayed quiet for a while, thinking, then sighed low before he spoke once again. “…But I can’t seem to recall such moment, mm. Maybe I’ve repressed it or somethin’. Since you’re asking – what about you? Do you remember it very clearly, perhaps?”
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// yyungo.. fight me
*covers up real feelings with aggressive sarcasm*
Hot stud hyung! Notice me, senpai.
I will, lil’ kouhai.
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“I don’t think that color looks good on you, you should try on that red one.”
"Really? I think I look pretty darn hot...” Scrunching his nose up, he looked down at the shirt he was currently trying on; indeed it looked terrible on him, but he was just a bit too stubborn to admit the fact. “Fine-- gimme it.”
She honestly didn’t expect to hear such answer from him, so indeed she had her mouth slightly open, a surprised expression on her face. Would Mina be able to commit a murder? She liked to think she wasn’t, but after hearing his answer, she started to think it in another way. ❞Maybe if I’m angry enough I can easily murder someone…❞, she thought out loud, scratching the back of her neck. ❞I guess it needs to be planned well if you don’t want to get caught❞, she huffed, remembering all the criminal shows she has watched. She didn’t even know why she asked her question, it just came to her mind and she wanted to hear his answer.
"Hmm.” A bit of a playful smile stretches his lips, showing off his whites. It wasn’t every day he experienced a pretty female contemplating murder in the center of a library, but he surely wasn’t complaining about it. Putting his book down, he swirled around on his chair to face her properly. “Why you askin’?" He questioned, and his expression would soon fade into a serious one as he leaned forward, voice lowering into a whisper. “Need a partner in crime?”
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Has she heard correctly? A pregnancy test… for him? Okay, maybe he hitched up some female and now he needs to know if she’s carrying– but why the heck does it have to be her to buy. With a smug grin, she crossed her arms and reaches to jab a finger at his arm. “Wanna know if you’re pregnant or not?”
“...” The smallest tint of color spread across Jirou’s cheeks at her remark; it hadn’t even occured to him how unnatural of a question it was, but still, he couldn’t help but burst out laughing after all. With a playful grin on his lips, he moved his palms to his stomach. “Yeah, I can’t tell if I’ve been having a bit too much chips lately or if I’m expecting.”
