ursa minor

one thing you can always count on is that hearts change.

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@ondubyu:

Much like his group’s concept, Jinki was also experimental himself. He forced himself out from the comforts of his own place to try out this cake that one of his friends talked about that got him curious. He wanted to find out whether it lived up to its reputation of its taste and quality despite its deceptively cheap price. He also happened to be hungry, craving for something sweet than his usual love for meat-based meals, so this basically sealed the deal.

When he did reach the place after carefully researching the location to avoid asking people who would recognize him, he was surprised upon finding out it was that much of a best seller. And right before he entered the small establishment, a customer already bought the second-to-the-last chocolate roll cake as he happened to hear a sigh of relief from them, probably from being able to purchase a cake for themselves before it sold out for the day.

A bit nervous, he scanned over the display to see if there was still any left. He wouldn’t mind if there wasn’t any. There were still plenty of items to choose from, because he wasn’t that picky. He merely wanted to try this particular cake to satisfy said curiosity and hunger. Though to his relief, it seemed there was still one left. That was quite the lucky timing on his part as he pointed at the cake and politely called for the attention of the clerk to order his own chocolate roll cake.

While the transaction was ongoing, Jinki noticed someone beside him, glancing to his side and taking notice of the other’s soft voice trying to point out something. It took him a second before he got what the other was saying, as he also saw the other’s red nose that must have meant he was exposed to the cold for a long time. And that was more than enough to convince Jinki that the cake didn’t rightfully belong to him. He didn’t feel bad about it. In fact, he already felt better from the fact that someone else was going to be happy with this cake.

“I’ll also have a blueberry cheesecake,” he added as he offered a gentle smile at the other male, who seemed to be wearing an unreadable expression that made Jinki curious as to what the other could be thinking at that moment. “Did you want the chocolate cake? It’s already paid, but you can have it. It’s on me. It’s your favorite, right?”

Have you ever met somebody that is just.. Like the literal sun?

Kind and warm and bright-- like their very existence refreshes you and makes you feel brand new? Theodore, caught in this very moment, is still standing in awe in the middle of the bakery. He looks foolish with this silly expression on his face, blushing impossibly bright as Lee Jink quite literally buys him his favorite cake. The clerk behind the counter kind of notices and she hides a little smile behind her hand, watching the interaction of the two for a brief moment before she busies herself with packaging the delicately made chocolate roll cake, and then the fluffy thick blueberry cheesecake. Theodore snaps out of it when reality dawns on him that an act of charity has just ensued, and it's like he's forgotten the other is a celebrity-- his little hands raising as he waves them about, a nervous frown on his face. "Oh, no! No-- it's okay. Let.. Let me pay you for it. I'm really making a lot of trouble, aren't I?" 

He starts to fumble now, trying to twist his backpack to get it alongside him before he's tugging at the front zip, but a mess of copic markers fall out to clatter to the floor (along with his little rilakkuma print wallet) and he swears he feels his complexion flush so much that it's burning to the tips of his ears.

God. If a hole would open up in the floor right now and swallow him up so he could disappear, that would be great. "I'm sorry, I-- Please don't slip on these--" He's blurting out this words and tripping over them as he hurries to get onto his knees and start snatching all the markers up into his hands, and just when he has all of them one pops out of his grasp to roll across the tile floor and end its journey at Jinki's feet.

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@lostonesfound​ ! The first sunshiney day shimmers down on Seoul after a few solid weeks of grey and snow, and Theodore couldn't be happier over the fact that he can wear a light hoodie without a thick coat on top and a long-sleeve shirt underneath. Nope! Just a favorite t-shirt and a favorite pullover, which is red in color, that's a little faded because it's been washed so many times over the years with fragrant laundry soap. He ties carefully the hood's drawstring laces into a bow while he waits at the bus stop, backpack strapped to his shoulders and his lanky little legs stretched out in front of him, and the earbuds tucked into his ears are thrumming with music-- a familiar song he knows all the words to, something that makes his heart feel nice and light today.

He's minding his own business and waiting for a ride home, is all. But when the song ends and there's a second of silence between this one and the next, he manages to hear a pitiful meow that makes him pick his head up, warm brown eyes blinking curiously. Sounds like a cat in trouble. Theodore tugs the earbuds out, and he gets to his feet-- another meow can be heard, and he can hear it more clearly. His gaze locks in on a waste bin a little ways up the street. "Who would..?" Fearlessly, he's approaching it and peering down inside-- and two shining eyes peer back up at him. A frightened little black kitty is tangled up in the plastic rings that once held cans of pop together. It struggles, and then meows again, and the little blonde is cooing softly while reaching into the garbage can, attracting a few odd looks from across the street.

"I got you-- stop wiggling, I wanna help." There's soft promise in Theodore's voice as he supports the struggling feline, freeing one of his hands to start untangling her paws from the knotted plastic, and soon enough he tosses it back to the trash so he can properly cradle the sleek furred cat to his chest. The tag around her neck says Mao, and lucky for Theo there's a phone number as well. "I'm gonna call your human. Are you hungry?" Messy head of hair tips up as he looks on down the street, and he knows nowhere would let him inside with an animal. The only logical thing to do is hide her under his hoodie, which she isn't a fan of-- but he cradles the wiggly lump carefully as he stalks his way into the closest mini mart, searching out the canned tuna while the shopkeep eyes him with an expression that can only read 'Really, kid?'

An awkward transaction and a little more walking later, the boy and the lost cat are settled at the neighborhood park, Theo's little hand smoothing down Mao's back, her cute rump lifting over and over again with every pat he gives her while she chows down on the canned fish. The number he dials rings and rings until going to a voicemail box that unfortunately ends up being full, so he huffs a little sigh before doing the only other option available.

( sms ) hello, I found your kitten on 8th blvd ( sms ) she's safe! mao really likes tuna ( sms ) if you send me an address I'll bring her :)

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@ondubyu ! Vanilla extract, cocoa powder, brown sugar, sweet cream.. Theo's feet are practically on autopilot as the scruffy little artist makes his way down the sidewalk, the boy himself bundled up in layers to protect from the snow and bitter cold. He almost didn't leave the house-- and he kinda wants to turn around, but the scent wafting from the bakery ahead is what's keeping him going on this long and arduous journey of seven measly blocks from his apartment building. Theo's been going there ever since he'd discovered it on his route delivering pizzas. It's a little hole in the wall bakery with a simple name and less-than-impressive interior, but the prices are cheap and the quality is amazing. When the blonde steps inside the warmth of the bakery, his eyes hone in immediately on his favorite thing to buy here: chocolate cream roll cake. It looks like it's glowing inside the display case of ornately decorated treats, and he's lucky-- there's one left. He can buy it and rush it home, make some tea and share it with Taemin when he gets home.

He's about to approach the counter and ask the clerk, but his heart absolutely drops from his chest and shatters when he sees somebody else pointing at it through the glass. No.. No. Someone just swiped his favorite roll cake. Now, a fast lesson about Theodore: he is not brave. He doesn't like to speak up. He's the kind of boy that would rather eat ten whole dry chicken nuggets when the person manning the Mcdonald's counter forgets to give him a ranch dipping cup. He just can't handle conflict. But this roll cake. The whipped cream, the moist sponge, the rich flavor-- he walked through the snow for this! His little nose is red and his fingers are cold! 

"Um, ex.. I'm sorry-- excuse me--" He manages, voice kind of cracking at the beginning, but he recovers quickly as awkward heat floods his face. "The cake there, I..." Aaaand his voice dies in his throat when his eyes lift away from the cake and to the someone that had chosen it.

Lee Jinki. Oh, no. He feels his knees go weak, and his throat goes dry, and his eyes widen. What's the clumsy, insanely-handsome leader of SHINee doing in this crummy neighborhood? Why is an absolute superstar hanging around a place like this? The fanboy inside of him is shrieking-- everything is on fire, there are sirens going off, and still Theo stands there like a deer caught in headlights, a mess of nervous butterflies swirling from the pit of his stomach. Get it together.

".. It's my favorite." His voice is barely an awkward squeak now.

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( i.. is anyone still following me? ; u ; hit like for a starter!! )

[xtaem]

"It's been seven whole months and I still can't believe that you let me be yours."

The words have his chest filling with warmth, and it shows in the smile that tugs at his lips. He’ll never understand how Theo does it– how he makes Taemin feel so special, like the sun’s come out and it’s shining just for him. “It’s the best thing I ever did.” The distance between them is hardly anything, but it’s too much, and he closes it easily– wrapping arms around that skinny waist, bringing his warmth in close. “Mm, and I’m keepin’ you. Forever and ever.”

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Butters is having a day. He can’t believe Theodore forgot to pull the drawstring to the blinds this morning, making his favorite sunbathing spot inaccessible. He even sat next to the window and meowed deep and low, little nub of a tail twitching expectantly while his eyes followed the small frame of his human. What’s the rush? Theo is grabbing papers and stuffing them in folders. It’s uninteresting. His socks don’t match, either, the feline notes. The fur on top of his head is messier than normal too. He tries meowing again, turning to rear up onto his hind legs and pat at the cheap material the blinds are made of, but suddenly Theodore is out the door and it’s clicking shut.

How. Dare. 

So now Butters is sulking. He walks into the kitchen, stretching out on the linoleum before coming to the porcelain dish painted with little fish. Can you believe that he can actually see the bottom of the bowl? I mean-- sure, there’s food in there. But Butters can see the bottom! This is a travesty!

His rump hits the floor and he sits, squinting at the dish for a long while. Like we mentioned earlier..

Butters is having a day.

What could fix this? The big grey cat’s mood is abhorrent now. He wants to destroy! He needs to show his humans who’s boss, naturally. So the first thing to go is the trash can. Oh, yes-- he knocks it over, sending scraps everywhere, leftover rice, and coffee grounds that he inevitably leaves little paw prints in as he saunters across the kitchen. You know what’s next? Potted plant. Yep-- knocked clear off the counter. Terracotta and soil smashed all over. Deal with it!

And finally.. Those cheap blinds blocking his favorite sun bathing spot.. Yep, those get destroyed, too. They crinkle and pop as he uses his paws and claws to scratch them into submission! Making them dent and bend into a big enough hole for him to get a good view of the street down below outside. And voila. Sun.

It’s now that he hears footsteps shuffling in the hallway, which probably means his other boy is awake now. But it’s too late. Butters has already punished. He stays curled up like a loaf on the windowsill, sunbathing while the havoc he’s bestowed upon the little apartment is discovered.

[mangafascination]

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Red fabric is faded from long periods of time spent in the sun-- weathering the elements. The embroidery is starting to fray. Not by much, though. Theodore keeps his things taken well care of. There's a swell of nerves in his chest as he looks down at the ball cap he'd been delivering pizza in since he was eighteen. But today's the day. Even if the brick building he's approaching contains people he'd consider family rather than coworkers-- even if the die-hard loyalty he holds for the business is yelling at him to turn back, please! You're not ready yet!

But he is ready.

And he reminds himself about this as he turns in the cap to his boss, their wrinkled face falling into a bewildered expression. Theodore can hardly find the right words to explain the opportunity he's been given, and.. The messy-haired blonde doesn't make it out of the establishment without a tight bear hug from each and every person there, and as he jogs down the steps, he fits that old red cap right back onto his head. 

'You look weird without it-- consider it a parting gift.'

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[/ a small gift bag sits pretty on the welcome mat. there's a bundle of blue poppies, axel's favorite, sitting in the open mouth of the bag acting as tissue paper. inside, copic markers slide and rattle against each other. a note hangs from the bag's handle, "i don't know much about art, but i saw these colors and thought of you. sorry i've been so busy. i miss you, i'll come by soon? -axel" ]

There’s something bittersweet about Axel leaving Theo flowers. Especially when he comes home and they haven’t been sitting out long enough to wilt. It makes Theodore feel like he’d just missed an opportunity to see the literal sunshine-- to get a hug in a pair of strong arms, to be able to smell a warm scent that has finally faded from his own sheets because it’s been enough days of the taller’s absence. 

And when Theo sees the markers-- the copic markers-- the brand new color collection he’d seen in the window of the art supply store a few weeks ago.. It makes tears burn in his eyes a little, chin sort of crumpling. No, no, no.

Don’t cry. It’s not like he’s gone forever.

There’s proof of him right in front of you.

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@luxinexitium​:

the city beyond the window is different, infinitely more crowded and smaller than the last time he’d been on a train, but it’ll all be gone in an hour. soon those towers as tall as the sky will be nothing more than specks in the distance at best, as far from sight as they will be from their thoughts. (kyungsoo can hardly wait.) still idly swinging his feet, he sneaks a peek at theo’s sketchpad and digs through his own bag for one of the many snacks he’d brought along for their trip. ever the sucker for his sweet tooth, he fishes out a package of sandwich cookies and offers them to the blonde before popping one into his mouth, chewing around a quiet laugh. “should we become fishermen, rent a little house by the coast? we’ll have to come back for butters though. i think he’d like all the fish. “

Round eyes, and fuzzy eyebrows-- a heart shaped smile and a puppy nose. Kyungsoo is the cutest person Theo knows. Maybe the most handsome, too. There’s just a charm about the other’s features that really pulls at Theodore’s heartstrings whenever he sees his friend, and right now they’re all getting put down on paper.. Well, in a cuter form-- cuter than realistic. He’s literally scribbling a mini-soo wearing a yellow slicker and a bucket hat, galoshes too, and mini-butters is beside him, wearing a matching outfit (with four galoshes on those chubby paws.) The photo is complete with a fish-print background, and then he’s trading his mechanical pencil for an inky pen, carefully tracing over the scribbled lead lines. “I want a little house by the coast, with a collected of drift wood and sea glass we make into windchimes.. And I can have a place outside to paint, right? With a good view of the ocean. While you and Butters play.”

[shoujo-dreamland]

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@xtaem:

Even the restrooms are nice in this restaurant, Taemin thinks to himself. Trying to look on the bright side, because there’s nothing like having to make a dash for it as soon as the food arrives. He should’ve known better than to chug down an entire iced coffee on the way there. Oh well. As he’s washing his hands, Taemin is eyeing his reflection with a critical eye. Is he overdressed? Nah. The slightly sloppy way his shirt is half-tucked in under the jacket really makes it. Why he’d thought it was a good idea to wear a white button-down to an Italian restaurant is anyone’s guess. But at least he’d had the sense not to order something smothered in tomato sauce. He’s got a full plate of shrimp scampi waiting for him, and yet– it isn’t the first thing his eyes settle on as he takes his seat at the table again. He flashes Theo a smile, and only then does he really take in the dishes they’ve been served. “This looks delicious… Did you try it yet? Is it any good?”

Tight black jeans (but unfortunately he was unable to find a pair that didn’t have a ripped knee at the minimum,) a printed button-up short sleeve, and a super comfy gray cardigan. These are the nicest clothes Theo owns, but what really seals the deal is the fact that he meticulously combed his hair, getting out all the disheveled snags until it was entirely soft and smooth, much different from his usual unruly state. Taemin is the reason why he’s trying to look nice tonight. Taemin is the reason for a lot of things lately. But most importantly, he’s the reason for the little flutter in Theodore’s tummy, which sparks up the second the young boy spots the other walking back towards the table. He busies himself with another piece of garlic bread, reaching to the basket to pull it out and tear it in half, nibbling on it. 

“Um--” He hesitates. He’s a bad liar and he knows it, so he should just fess up, right? “.. I had a shrimp, and it was the most delicious thing I ever had.” The blonde looks a little defeated, and then he looks down at his own plate, stabbing a piece of the chicken smothered in mozzarella and red sauce, blowing on it carefully before having a bite. It’s.. Pretty, good, too. Delicious, even.

“But you can try this too! I’ll share-- I’m sorry, Tae--”

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@raizoku:

“I know I am so much better to hang out with than your roommate.“ Leo claims proudly despite knowing that he could be making a false claim because he makes that statement in matter of seconds without any restraint. “So which is why I hope that you have made up your mind on where we should go today.“ Despite being the one who talks, Leo does not make an effort to look at the latter straight in the eyes instead he checks out if his manicure treatment that he just had was worth the payment. “Movies or dinner?“

Theo is a simple boy-- and Leo is just.. Extra. He’s abrupt, loud, out-there. Waxed eyebrows, manicured fingers, a cute sense of fashion. The blonde quietly wonders how on earth he managed to make a friend like this. He rubs the back of his neck-- feeling over the soft baby hairs at the nape of it, as he mulls over the options.. If they go to a movie they won’t be able to talk to each other-- plus, the young artist has no idea what’s out and playing. If they go to dinner, they can stuff their faces and Leo can have whatever volume to his voice that he wants.

“How about fried chicken? The spicy kind at the corner diner.”

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im not something people love for long

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@thelcstscng → Theodore pins the yellow sheet of paper to a corkboard hanging neatly in a fluorescent lit laundromat. It’s stuffy thanks to summer time-- this place has no AC, and the owners are trying to make due by keeping the doors propped open. But, no matter, because his ad is up and he’s venturing out back onto the sidewalk, moving along on his journey through the neighborhood with his little stack. Each of them are hand written, and the quickly scrawled words read as follows:

Room mate needed! 1 bedroom, shared bathroom. Apartment. Non-smoker please, quiet life style preferred, pets O.K.!! Asking for ₩700,000 for your half, incl. utilities and internet. You get the bigger room w/ small balcony attached. Place isn’t the fanciest but it has 4 walls and a roof. A little abt me: 20 y/o, I have 1 cat, work a lot, hide in my room a lot. Learning to cook! Will share with you. I’m very quiet. Sometimes have friends over, but never too often. I need somebody moved in by the 1st of July, when rent is due! Interested? Text or call Theodore: [phone]