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    ❝EVERY MAN DIES,                                                               BUT NOT EVERY MAN LIVES。❞

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/ / @kiddaeng

     picture perfect. it’s always the picture perfect moments that he doesn’t think his mind ever captures just right. because, daehyun’s somewhere between remembering his manners and fighting the urge to laugh. the image in all it’s ridiculousness tries to replay in his mind and each time he catches a glimpse and how and why she ended up in the position she did he’s just sputtering air out his lips. pocketing the laughter like a fish he’s puffing his cheeks and holding a hand to his mouth because kim daehyun it’s impolite to laugh at a girl who’s just fallen off the bed.

     more importantly. he’s pretty sure he’s committed a felony.

     because min sori is dead, gone, any trace of her soul departed the moment she hit the ground. or maybe it the moment his pillow came into contact with her. like those weird games where the player kills a bug and watches it’s soul sweep out the body. not that sori’s a bug or anything but well she’s crawling into a position that’s making her small as one up against the mess that is his shared dorm.

     he’s got a list of appropriate behaviors in a situation like this. 1. not laughing. 2. checking if she’s okay. 3. maybe getting some ice for her back because damn that fall sounded a little harsh. not as harsh as the words she’s repeating to herself and well pitiful isn’t the word he’d use to describe it. comical really - not because he’s some kind of grade A asshole who likes seeing girls fall over in hysterics but because well the mumbling and positioning after the fall is kind of funny.

     actually it’s hilarious and it’s as he crouches down to her level, after finally finally composing himself that he can speak. one hand on her shoulder and the other lifting another pillow.

     “here lies min sori……….she was kinda nice…….”

     it’s just as daehyun gets the words out that the laughter tumbles through. so now the first step is ruined so he composes himself again instead holding out a hand in her direction. “okay drama queen get up and lie on the bed, I’m pretty sure your back hurts enough after that fall so don’t sleep on the floor.” step two is done a little better. step three, if she doesn’t smack him for laughing everything is all good. “also I can’t let you die in my dorm at least, it’ll look bad on my record.” if she doesn’t smack him.

  this must be hilarious for him, she thought to herself as she watched him barely hold in his laugh. it was obvious that he wanted to let it all out so why he didn’t do so, was beyond her. but after all, who was she to complain? she was the idiot right now, not him. letting out a groan at his words, though, she shrugged off his hand that was on her shoulder and she slapped his hand away, making it clear that she didn’t want his help.

    “ bastard. ” she muttered with spite, glaring with all her might at him, which, honestly, wasn’t much right now. 

     “ just so you know, i let you win that. i could’ve beat you and not do that ridiculous thing- but i wanted you to feel good about yourself! ” obvious excuses, but it kinda made her feel better about earlier, so it didn’t matter.

  blinking a couple of times after her words, the idol glanced around his room and noticed the paper sheets that were lying around, reminding her that he was a student. looking even further, she also noticed how everything seemed to be, in a way, a symbol of him, something that could represent him easily. 

   “ your room is depressing. ”

  she let out the words without thinking and a laugh escaped her lips, finally deciding that he was right and it was, indeed, better to stay on the bed than on the floor. thus, she pulled herself up from the place carefully, smacking daehyun on the head before she fell down on his bed. pulling the blanket from where it was, on the side, she put it on top of her and then she rolled over to the wall, inhaling slowly the scent that persuaded.

   “ and your blanket smells like oranges with...mint? ”

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/ / @ahndidas

for several seconds, there’s only silence. he repeats her words about five times in his head, and another five times just mouthing them. there are better days. something about that line feels nostalgic, yet bitter– like he’s heard them before, from someone else– someone he’s forced to abandon– or someone whose forced to abandon him. finally, he lifts his head from the table, returning his gaze onto the girl seated across from him, “wha, you wrote that? that’s good! why would i laugh at that?” he nods as a faint smile displays on his expression. “what about now? do you– still think that way even now?”

it wouldn’t be a surprise to him if she does. she’s always seemed like that kind of person– a glass half full kind of person. but still, even so, he still feels like there’s something tragic about her as well. perhaps it’s just his intuition. and he’s never been that good at reading people, but this feels like more than just a theory. why else would she write in her journal? if not to lighten the weight on her shoulders? but who’s he to judge? at least she files it all somewhere– at least she knows how to let go.

his head feels like static for a moment, and he’s forced to shake it off. overthinking as usual. an unfortunate habit. finally, as if to prompt her to continue, he presents another grin, a childish kind of grin– and he frames his cheeks with his hands as his arms prop up onto the table to support him.“well? is that all you’re gonna read? i know you wrote more than that, come on. i’m not into cliff hangers.”

   his silence made her worry, a tiny bit, and she tilted her head towards him slightly, expecting a reaction of some sort. but, oh dear, did it take some time for it to happen. even though, when it happened and he complimented her, she didn’t feel happy or anything, it was rather an empty feeling. so, moving on, she faked a smile, reality slowly making its way in her mind. she didn’t write those stuff in her notebook because she was all glad to be alive and, as she looked over the writings, she wanted pretty badly to throw it in the nearest trash bin. 

  hold it together. she repeated the words for herself, finally returning her attention to the male next to her just in time as he suggested that she should read more. she wanted to scream no, close her notebook and leave just so she could break down somewhere safe but instead she let out a chuckle, slowly closing the notebook with her hand. 

     “ i’m afraid this is all for today. ” she whispered, leaning to get her mug and she sipped even slower the remaining liquid until there was no more and she sighed, placing it back on the table suddenly and turning to face the other.    “ you know, oppa, about what you asked me earlier-- if i still think that... ” she clicked her tongue before continuing, looking at him and yet somehow looking through him.  “ it would’ve been better if there were no humans at all. we destroy everything and some of us never pay for it. there’s no justice. ”

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“ it’s not dangerous. i’ll be fine. ”

PROTECTOR / PROTECTEE STARTERS

   “ but it is dangerous. ” the idol contradicted, stopping walking towards wherever they were even heading.  “ and maybe you won’t be fine! ” she added, taking a hold of jisoo’s hand and squeezing it slightly as if to show comfort, clear worry being expressed on her face.  “ you can’t just go there without even talking to them first! what if they’re bad people? ” she knew she was being childish yet again, but she couldn’t help it. whenever she was around the female, sori was feeling like she was a child. i guess it didn’t help her situation that her companion was also from busan. maybe that’s what made it so special, she thought.

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“just be careful.”

PROTECTOR / PROTECTEE STARTERS

       they understood each other to an extent, maybe that’s why they became friends in the first place and sori couldn’t help the smile that appeared on her lips at the other’s words, her hands moving to cup sunmi’s cheeks. “ i’m trying to be, as should you be, unnie. ” she replied, hoping the elder would get easily what she was referring to. they were idols, after all. exhaustion was always there. finally letting her arms fall back, she pointed to her backpack that was situated somewhere along the room. “ i have some sweets, though. no one has to know except us. what do you say? ”

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protector / protectee starters

“no. you can’t go, it’s too dangerous.”

“it’s not dangerous. i’ll be fine.”

“i’m not going to let anything happen to you.” 

“you can’t keep me safe from everything.”

“just be careful.” 

“i’m always careful.”

“you’re going to get yourself hurt.”

“i won’t get hurt, i promise.”

“i won’t let them hurt you.”

“you can’t save me from this.”

“please try and stay out of trouble.”

“if anything happened to you…” 

“i’m not sure how to keep you safe.”

“i’m not going to let you out of my sight.”

“this is the only way to keep you safe.”

“you can’t keep an eye on me twenty four seven.”

“everywhere you go, i go.”

“it’s not your job to protect me.”

“it’s my job to protect you.”

“don’t worry, i’ve got you.”

“no one will hurt you as long as i’m breathing.”

“you don’t understand how dangerous this is.”

“please come back in one piece.”

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/ / @jisseou​

   “ but what if they do understand? ” she spoke softly, visible tears in her eyes as she looked at her friend with a worrisome expression.  “ they might be the purest animals there are! well, bunnies are pure too...dogs too...my cat... ” she started making a list, one of her finger raising up with each naming until there were ten fingers up and she blinked, a frown forming on her lips.  “ you do get my point. and they’re so fluffy and adorable! squishy squishy...they deserve protection. ” she said, suddenly pulling herself up from her place and she placed both of her hands on the other’s shoulders. “ i’ll buy all the hamsters! i will be the one to protect them! ”

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/ / @suemies​

[ sms > su(e)min ] (⊙△⊙✿)

[ sms > su(e)min ] someone said that about me in the comments so i asked daehyun oppa about it...

[ sms > su(e)min ] i should’ve ask you to explain (๑◕︵◕๑)

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/ / @trxpicalia​

  the girl let out a shriek as soon as she had seen the elder, her eyes basically sparkling while she immediately pulled herself up from the floor she was sitting on, clearly being there just after a session of practice, her hair being held tightly in a high ponytail. running up to the female, the young idol wrapped her arms around the other’s waist, giving a slight squeeze before moving back, bouncing on her feet a few times. “ unnie, i’m so glad you’re here! ” she said, clasping her hands together behind her chin and looking up at her with big eyes, blinking a couple of times for the effect. “ i mean, i didn’t have to call you like, thirty times for you to come here and help...just twenty-eight...but who is counting anymore! ”

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/ / @djrebcl

“oh, my bad,” he spoke with an air of sarcasm, matching up with her own playful attitude, “i didn’t realize it was such a chore to spend time with me.  next time i want to go for a relaxing walk, i’ll be sure to call someone else.”  if he had to pick one thing that he enjoyed about sori, it had to be their ability to joke around.  from one childish soul to another, they fit together near seamlessly.  rather than pulling away from her jabbing finger, jonghyun puffed out his cheeks to give her more prime poking real estate.  “i dunno.  i moisturize, but i don’t think that would make my cheeks any softer. maybe it’s all the junk food making me fat,” he shrugged a shoulder, moving his gaze away from her and toward the bushes of flowers ahead of them.  his laughter at being called a hamster came out as more of a goofy giggle, clearly taken aback by it, “what?  i don’t look anything like a hamster!  you’re delusional.”  there wasn’t even a chance for him to disagree before she made up her mind for him, but he didn’t really care.  he couldn’t deny that ‘hamster oppa’ had a unique ring to it.  “as long as you don’t try to feed me lettuce or whatever, you can do what you want.”

“ but that was the first thing i wanted to do! why have a hamster in the first place if you can’t feed him lettuce? ” she complained, lowering her hand from his cheek only to have it grab his shirt and the girl pulled him in another direction slightly, knowing he’ll follow. “ my favorite flowers! ” she clarified, as if those words would make sense to him. well, they wouldn’t, unless he would see for himself the huge garden that was following after the gate they just passed. letting go of his shirt, the blonde ran up towards a clock formed of different flowers and she pointed at one kind, bouncing on her feet as she did so. “ peonies! ” she exclaimed as he came closer to her, a bright smile on her lips while she said the word.“ did you know they bloom in june and they’re also representing summer?! i love them! they look like i could eat them and get a superpower. ” she trailed off, obviously excited by being so close to her favorite species of flowers. 

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/ / @kiddaeng​

  it was a simple known fact that sori hated daehyun just as much as she loved him. it was, also, a little known fact that they had a sibling relationship going on ever since they have meet. she could recall waiting for him, being there for him and honestly, many other things but sori would remember their first meeting as if it happened yesterday. which, for her, maybe it did. maybe it was all a loop but she knew better than to believe her own mind at times like these. 

  00.

  she was sitting down on the sand, her slim legs pulled up against her own chest as little hands made circles on the surface. tears were running down her small face yet again for the second time that day. or was it the third? did it even matter anymore? for her it didn’t. she was just happy she could get away from her home and spend some time alone, long gone from the problems she had at such a young age. 

  the girl would’ve loved to have friends she could play with but, as usual, nobody would approach her because of the purple bruises she had on her arms and legs. was it neck too? was that even the real reason nobody would play with her anymore? just the thought made her start to cry harder and thus she gained attention from the few people that were around the playground. some snickers, some laughs. 

  she was okay, she would tell herself, hiding her face behind one of her hands until a group of kids made their way in front of her and little sori wanted to run away again. she just wanted a little bit of peace. she just needed it. instead, one of the children giggled and poked not so gently at the new bruise she just got on her shoulder. wow that’s so weird, they would say. the weird clumsy girl. she’s just dumb. she already knew her etiquette and she hated it. she wasn’t clumsy. she wasn’t dumb. it wasn’t her fault. or she hoped it wasn’t. 

  raising her glance, the young girl squinted her eyes, trying to make her vision clearer even if there were tears still spilling out. someone new was there and she had never seen him before. blinking in curiosity, she ignored the kids and they slowly left her alone, saying something about how she was no fun. she didn’t care, though. she was much more interested in the young boy who was staring at her with an expression she couldn’t read at all. 

  so she stayed there, in the same place, with a blank face while she stared at the other kid, tears finally stopping pouring and she could feel her eyes puffing up. oh, she must look pitiful. 

[kiddaeng]

burn burn burn burn burn burn kinda looks like bum if you’re kinda bummed or high ( bummed for the kids ) ( kids like sori ) burn bum bum bum sori fell on her bum got carpet burn can she fall on her burn and get carpet bum doesn’t matter now she’s bummed

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/ / @kiddaeng​

    “you didn’t call me.” there was a very clear very real possibility that she did call him. in fact sori probably called him more than once and she was just being generous about her words. but there was also a possibility, though not as strong, that she was just trying to make him feel bad. fact was he’s been knocked out for as long as he could hold onto it. sleep that is. something that tends to leave him at times he needs it most, like right before a match, or before he’s got a week full of tests or a gala to attend. he grasps it by broken edges and tries to sink into it but he’s never too upset when he can’t hold long enough. she probably called when he finally held on and arrived as it slipped out.

    makes sense.

     “you were that eager to see me I’m touched——” and it’s probably this false ego of his that gets his word shoved right back in his face - literally. sori is a lot of things, she holds back a lot of things, even if daehyun claims to pick up on them easily. like they’re plastered on her skin, she holds back a lot and that hit to his face, the pillow shoved so many times he’s sputtering and coughing, that hit didn’t have anything held back. malice maybe because it’s all in good fun. but he takes into account that maybe he’s not the only one who’s had a long day. he’s not selfish, but sometimes he’s not too empathetic either and it gets him into trouble. he deserves the one, two, three hits he gets with the pillow - well maybe not the third one and he’s left staring and collecting when they cease.

     for a moment though because now, now it’s on.

     he’s up and on his feet, any fatigue he’s felt gone. any ideas of rationale, gone. just one pillow in his hand pulling apart like the grin on his face mirroring her own. “if that’s the best you got with a pillow, we’re both in trouble.” the hit daehyun throws her way is quick, light too but the speed is what might startle her. the pillow is out and flat against her side before it’s back to him. “fatality.” he says in his best mortal kombat voice.

  she did see it coming. and honestly, if she would’ve been in a better shape, maybe she would’ve reacted quicker. but she was tired and exhausted. she had barely ate an apple all day, damn. so, when the pillow suddenly hit her on the side, the girl let out a yelp and she wanted to move back as if to protect herself, but all that happened was that she was already off the bed. thus, the result ended with her flat on her back, her upper body on the floor while half of her lower body was still on the bed. 

  letting out a groan, sori was sure she was red like a tomato right now. would you look at that, she is an idiot. groaning once again, the idol let her legs fall off the bed too and she turned around her whole body, hugging her legs close to her chest and she placed both of her hands close to her face. embarrassment was a small word or, well, sentiment, for what she was feeling right now. 

   “ let me die. ” she muttered, slowly and barely audible, all while she started rocking herself back and forth, as if that somehow helped her get better from what she just experienced.  “ life is too mean to me. life doesn’t want me to live anymore. life wants me gone. i shall become one with the floor. i shall never go outside ever again. i am not worthy. ” she repeated such things, knowing well that she had just lost to him. this was somehow the worst fail of her life.  “ i am a failure, too. ”

  sighing yet again for the third time that night, sori let her arms fall to the side and she turned to face  her close friend even if she felt like going in his kitchen just to take a knife and end it all. this was too much embarrassment for her and she was just so tired.  “ i want to sleep. ” she said clearly, letting herself down on the floor once again and she put a hand under her head for slight comfort.  “ night, oppa. don’t bother to check up on me later or anything. just step on me when you’re going to the bathroom or whatever. ”

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/ / @djrebcl

when the last photo was on screen, jonghyun snorted with amusement, even going so far as to zoom in on her sad expression.  he probably could use it as a form of blackmail, but the pout made her look more cute than unattractive, and there was no point in blackmailing with a good photo.  he let out a loud cackle when she hit his shoulder, dramatically clutching the spot with his freehand, “how rude! violence is never the answer, sori.  you should know that already.”  once they had finished looking through the pictures, he slid his phone back into his pocket, “i think i’m just a good photographer.  if i wasn’t an idol, i’d probably be a fansite master.”  there was a small pause as he scanned her face, shooting a pleased smirk back at her, “but i guess you’re not hideous, so that probably helped a little.”  at the mention of the garden, he moved to wrap a hand around her arm, gently pulling her along the walkway, “of course we have time for that!  it doesn’t take that long to look at flowers, you know.”

  she let herself be dragged by him even if she let out a groan in response to his gesture, slightly tripping before she fell in pace with his steps.  “ i didn’t mean that it takes a long time to look at the flowers, i was talking about how busy i am today, and yet, my free time is spent with you! ” she exclaimed, obviously joking about the fact that she was bothered by being with him. glancing off to the side at the fountain they were just passing, she nudged his side, one of the fingers from her free hand poking his cheek.  “ also, flowers should be appreciated, you know. ” she said, with each word poking his cheek. why she was doing this? well, she didn’t know exactly herself, but, hey-  “ why is your cheek so soft? ” she whispered, clearly impressed.  “ wow, you remind me of a hamster. damn, i really want one. hey, oppa, you could be my hamster. how does that sound? ” sori said, excitement clear in her voice as she tilted her head slightly to the side, expecting his answer before she actually shook her head and looked forward.  “ doesn’t matter, i’ll call you hamster from now on! ” she decided, determination in her eyes. 

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/ / @kiddaeng

okay so soda does expire. so daehyun’s kinda all here but kinda still waking up. softening up to whatever she’s brought in. as in he’s speaking nonsense but it’s not complete nonsense and if sori wasn’t already used to the nonsense that left his lips she wouldn’t respond. she wouldn’t entertain it either. but sometimes she walks in expecting it and needing it and daehyun is nothing but a gracious dispenser. mainly because it’s not much work to give it. coming from a world where he’s expected to be all sense and nothing less he welcomes those who let him stray off-course. like sori.

     “okay so if it’s still good how do you know I didn’t want it?” he doesn’t. “and if my place is so dirty, how are you so okay with crawling up on my bed like it’s the cleanest place in here?” it is. relatively speaking the only dirty thing about the room is the scattered items that he’s honestly meant to pick up buuuuuuut he made that promise days ago. if jaebin’s not telling him to clean it’s someone nagging just to nag so he’s kept a small amount around just for that reason. again, it’s been a rough week and he’d rather his room show signs than his body.

     everything though and literally everything curves around her words. his body up against this bed, leaning up to glance at her and take back the idea of pulling his pillow out her hold. he adapts and adapts and adapts and he does it well because he listens well. that’s why he picks up on the words, no matter how much she covers it up. the pillow scattered across the floor, that’s the one daehyun takes and flicks up in her direction hoping it’ll hit her in the head. “next time, you let me know right away and I’ll head out to meet you. stay as long as you need though, I’ll walk you back later just in case okay?” he can tell she wants to keep it light so he shortens his worries and words, keeping them at bay.

     “gee thanks for leading the creep here, I’ve got nothing to defend us with so you better bust out the best moves you can with a pillow.”

  he knew. of course he knew. it wasn’t like daehyun couldn’t read her like an open book. well, she wasn’t trying too hard to hide her emotions, either. humming to herself, the young girl gasps when the pillow made contact with her head and she immediately opens her closed eyes, glaring in the direction of the one who dared to do such thing. of course, sori wasn’t actually mad. she just couldn’t be, especially when he seemed to mean his words of worry. “ i did call you. ” she explained, picking up the pillow that he threw and pilling it up with the other one she had. “ you didn’t answer so i just came directly. ”

  ding. sudden idea. she put the exhaustion she felt to the side and climbed up closer to the boy, a sick sweet smile forming on her lips. then, with all her force, the girl threw one of the pillows at his face, still holding on to it just to make sure that she hit his face a couple of times before giggling, pulling the pillow back and quickly moving to sit at the end of the bed, acting as if she just didn’t do a childish thing just now. 

     “ see, that was one of the best moves i could bust with a pillow.  ” she said, lamely, blinking some times just for the effect of her aura screaming ‘ innocence ‘ . she knew she was being childish and, judging from daehyun’s face, he was way too tired for this but she was tired too. then why did she do that? she honestly, had no idea, but it felt better that she somehow got revenge on him for throwing that pillow at her earlier. “ quit staring at me like that! i know i’m pretty and all that, but you saw me too much to still be impressed by my visuals. ” she trailed off, a smug grin on her lips that just said ‘ i win whatever game this is ‘ . 

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/ / @kiddaeng​

“I’d tell you to check the date on that soda but — soda doesn’t expire does it?”

daehyun wasn’t awake. the kind of awake where he could register his surroundings, much less people barging in his space. everything’s been a bit of a blur, a pleasurable blur and probably why sori thinks he’s just finished a party. he’s got the look on his face like he’s sated when he’s not. to be fair it does look like about ten people just made their out his dorm but he’s jut been - busy. he’s got a stack of papers on the desk by his bed that tell more of a tale than the clothes lying around. it’s nearing one in the morning and he’s supposed to be gearing up for something something —– early morning practice…

never mind it’s friday no practice.

company! he doesn’t mind sori’s company as much as he thinks it worries her. daehyun adapts pretty quickly, like sliding a sweatshirt over his body and using his hand to throw his hair back and wake himself up. “aside from you barging in my dorm like this, what’re you scared for? I mean I’m a little upset you came here this late by yourself— what were there guys outside or something?” he gathers himself, wits personality and all to respond.

     “ soda does expire. ” she said, kicking off her sneakers and throwing them down the hall before placing her index finger on the date of the soda can, nodding slowly after she verified. “ still good. ” sori confirmed, opening it up almost immediately after, walking out of the kitchen and passing daehyun in the process. placing the soda can somewhere close, the idol let herself fall down on his bed and she reached out to a pillow, pulling it close to her chest as she curled up. 

     “ i had vocal practice. the old man made me repeat the same line for four hours. four hours! ” she repeated to emphasize, clutching the pillow even closer if that was possible. “ sorry but not sorry for crashing at your place. you must already be used at how often i come here, anyway. you don’t need a warning anymore. it’s not like you’ll clean your place for me, anyway... ” she teased jokingly, tucking some hairs that had fallen out of the bun that her hair was pulled into under her ear. “ someone was following me. uhm, manager oppa couldn’t come get me and, yeah. ” that was a lie. he could come, really, it was just that he preferred not to. 

     “ i’ll stay here for a few hours until the sun is out, if that’s okay with you. ” she spoke softly, fatigue and the lack of eating finally getting to her. covering her mouth as she yawned, the young girl pushed herself up so she was sitting cross-legged on his bed, her back making contact with the wall.  “ you can sleep, i bet you’re tired too. i’ll be right here, watching you sleep like a stalker. ” she said, glancing up at him and she snickered at herself, a long sigh following. again.