𝚑𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚢 / 𝒅𝒊𝒂𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒅𝒔

[oerbas]

hello again ! this is a short apology for not being active but i’m slowing getting back into the game. if there are threads anyone wants to continue or to plot anew, please don’t be afraid to reach out either here or discord ( 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡'𝑠 𝑔𝑎𝑦#4572 ) ! i’ll will be getting through replies regardless or not if the thread is dead, just in case.

[jinsbts]

woosung x baby 

[oerbas]

HERE, NOW.

                          — with @emdoesrp​

Areum had always considered being on good terms with her family—that is to say, after she got underneath her parents' thumbs and became a ballerina that they pushed her to do so. Now, after subsequent, grueling hours of practicing, conforming her body beyond its limits and crying after recitals, she had reached the peak of professionalism that had her name rather well-known in the dance industry. It’s what her parents wanted for all their children, to make a name out of themselves, so they could mooch over the glory and fame. It was the same for her eldest brother, Garam, who had worked his way up to the top of being a successful lawyer… but, not so much with her younger brother, Baram, who has been riddled with mental illnesses and had to frequent psychiatric hospitals almost every other year. Areum was sure that her parents had given up on him, finding him to be a burden, but she would never give up on her little brother.

She made a mental note to visit him after he had lunch with Garam, who just got transferred to a new law firm that wasn’t that far away from where she lived. It was her treat, telling him that she’ll cook and bring his favorite meals in celebration on the day she didn’t have a recital to check in on him. Upon arriving at the law firm, Areum stepped out of the private car with her hands preoccupied with a basket of food and treats, plus a bouquet; almost stumbling with how much she had to carry. Perhaps she brought too much, the love she had for her brother too great despite their personal differences, but Garam knew that she could be a little extra when it came to these matters.

“Thank you! I’ll call for you when I’m ready to go home!” Areum said to the driver with a smile and carefully walked inside the establishment. It was grander than she expected, her eyes wide in slight awe, and it almost reminded her of theaters she had performed in. She had found a directory, listing the names of lawyers but couldn’t find Garam’s name. Maybe they didn’t have time to place him on the list yet, she thought to herself because he was only transferred pretty recently.

Areum looked around, pouting when she saw a sign on the front desk that said: “Out for lunch. Will be back in 20 minutes.” She huffed, shifting the weight of her belongings as she walked around to see if anyone would be of assistance, the clicks of her heels resounding rather loud in the semi-empty lobby. She didn’t want to disturb those who seemed to be hard at work, typing away on their laptops and seemingly oblivious to their surroundings. It was a real eerie feeling, like most of them were robots or something.

When she heard the elevator door ding and open, her attention was drawn to it immediately, kind of hoping that it was Garam but out stepped a younger-looking man instead. “Um, excuse me?” Areum called out to him, trotting in his direction the best she could with her heels. Of course, he was still taller than her even with the type of shoes she wore, and she briefly wondered why she had to get all the short genes in her family.

She shifted the basket and flowers in her grasp again, nodding. “Can you help me? I’m looking for Han Garam, but it seems like he’s not listed on the directory...”

[ygcutie]

♡

[oerbas]

yoonsmols​:

msunoah​: @oerbas​

[…]

the way her breath catches in her throat is inexcusable. if she knew that one little mention of her boyfriend would bring this pushy tone, forceful hand out of him, it would have been the first thing out of her mouth. and it’s exciting, the thrill that it gives her when he doesn’t stop, the rush of arousal she feels and absolutely depraved.

Noah felt some type of way when Elodie’s fingers intertwined through his hair, causing electric waves to ripple throughout his body. It was even more invigorating when she meekly confessed that her boyfriend could not nor has not made her squirt. He was teetering on a euphoric border as he watched the way her body curved into his touches, felt her trembling already when the fun was just getting started. Her sweet moan that escaped her lips had him pressed fully against the side of the bed and was played on repeat in his head while he merged it with the present, lewd sounds.

When she tells him to ‘prove it’, he leaned down to nibble at her inner thigh once more, the hand that held her panties to the side moved smoothly upward; fondling the arc of her hip and nudged her shirt up more, so he could caress the dip of her waist, the smoothness of her abdomen. His hand slipped underneath the shirt thereafter and moaned against her thigh as he massaged one of her breasts underneath the fabric. He wanted to show that he was there, that Elodie had all of his attention and more.

“Someone’s gotta take care of you,” Noah echoed, giving her skin one more nip before pulling away. His fingers briefly slipped out from her pussy and he sucked on them again with closed eyes, dick throbbing at the sweet taste. He removed his hand from under her shirt in order to draw her panties to the side once more, saturated fingers discarding from his mouth followed by a thin string of dribble and instructed, “Take off your shirt for me, baby. I want to see all of you.”

His lips were slightly parted while he watched his fingers enter her pussy a second time. He couldn’t help but whimper quietly to himself at the pleasant squelch, admiring how she glistened and easily welcomed his index and middle finger, adoring how they moved to and fro with slicked naturalness. Methodically, he used one of his fingers that held her underwear sideways to spread her folds more open and hovered his mouth over her clit, increasing his movement.

Noah kissed her clit a single time prior to sucking on it gently but rather eagerly. He lapped at the bud and curled his fingers to place pressure against a small, ridged area up along her vaginal wall—the sweet spot, the G-spot. There wasn’t a lot of people who could squirt, this he knew after hitting some dead ends on the act, but he considered it to be a glamorous sight to behold and to feel. He hummed against her clit at the thought of bringing Elodie to that orgasmic peak, watching her tremble as she gushed the nectarous fluid all over him.

He took a moment to spit on her pussy, looking up at her while his tongue sloshed in the wetness, observing her expressions and cherishing the view. Her clit was pulled in between his teeth to nibble at it before letting it go with an audible, moist pop and sighed. It was then that something switched on in his mind. As much as Noah wanted to see the female orgasm that hard, he had to remember who he was dealing with and what game they were playing. He wasn’t lying when he said that she would be made into a loose woman, and that included hearing her beg—pleading for him to make her cum, to have his mouth on her again, and to keep his fingers in her warm pussy.

Noah flicked at her clit before moving his head away, slowing down his fingers until they ceased and quickly withdrew them. He didn’t want to stop, but he didn’t want to make things that easy for her either. So, he reached up to remove her hand from his hair, pressing a kiss to her palm and guided it to be placed on top of her abdomen. He moved back a little, sucking on his fingers again and looked at her with a cunning expression. Noah shook his head and finally took off her panties swiftly, considerately; leaving her completely bare and delicious.

“I’ll prove it when you beg for it,” He taunted, giving each of her thighs a sharp smack not once, but twice. Lifting himself from the floor, Noah unfastened his jeans and pulled the zip down; but didn’t shrug out of them yet, just wanted to relieve some pressure. “Give me a second, babe.”

He chuckled, amused, as he sauntered over to his desk again and picked up the joint that lost its flame, rekindling it without a worry. Noah could practically feel Elodie’s gaze burning holes in the back of his head as he inhaled the weed deeply. Pinching the blunt between his fingers, he took a swig of the beer once forgotten and turned on his heels, inhaling again. He walked back over to where the female rested on his bed and looked down at her, taking another sip of the beverage.

Noah extended his arms to offer the two items and tilted his head coyly. “Unless you want to show me how well you suck dick,” He suggested. “Then, I’ll consider you making squirt over my cock. When you beg for that, as well.”

[oerbas]

heartbeathaeun​:

( ... )

she didn’t have time to ponder if that was a little too forward of her. the last thing she wanted was for him to rescind his offer after wising up. (was the alcohol kicking in? her head felt like it was swimming.) haeun took the first strides towards the exit, making sure not to be too close by jules as to not raise any suspicion. “i’d much rather be in your company than just…. standing here,” she tells him truthfully. “besides, i think it’d be nice to talk outside of tutoring for once.”

( ... )

“You could never disturb me,” Jules was almost offended by her saying so because, even though his comment was true, he wanted Haeun to disturb him. Some days, he would sit in his office with small hopes that she would come into his office for a different purpose other than tutoring—an underlying intention that he saw in some other students. He wanted Haeun to have those intentions and more. “I think you’ll be an excellent company.”

Jules took a step back to allow space for her, creating distance between the two but in truth, he was just soaking in more time to admire the woman from a new angle. If she wanted to look like a princess tonight, then it was unmistakably achieved, and at this moment, he felt inferior in her proximity. If she wanted to feel like a princess, well… Jules already conjured up a few thoughts of how to make that come true.

I think it’d be nice to talk outside of tutoring for once. Did she read his mind? He kept his excitement internally while a small smile tugged at his lips, hands slipping into his pockets as he nodded in accord. “I agree. I’ve always believed that students perform better when they form a bond with their teachers,” Jules replied. “Especially when they enjoy each other's company. Shall we?”

He took his own steps towards the exit, waving abstractedly to other teachers and mouthed that he would be back soon. And, once they were out of the clear, he would discreetly lead Haeun toward his office with a faint blush on his cheeks and his ears feeling warm.

╰   ––––––– ✧ “Here we are.” Jules announced lowly when they arrived, holding the door open for Haeun to enter. The office was quaint, neatly organized and always had a faded scent of spearmint. He had persuaded the board to give him space for his own, finding that having a joint office and sharing it with another teacher or assistant to be wholly distracting, particularly so if he’s working with transfiguration that requires demonstrations most of the time. While he watched Haeun walk through the door, he was grateful that the board granted his request.

He closed the door behind him after crossed the threshold, inattentively locking the door so they could be undisturbed. Jules walked over to his mini-fridge, where he kept beverages and snacks for when he had to work late or when tutoring sessions became longer than planned. Plucking two bottles of water from its shelf, he made his way back to Haeun and extend his arm out to offer her one.

“Make yourself comfortable, Haeun,” He insisted, not bothering to open his own bottle. Instead, without much thought, he reached to fluff out and fix a part of her dress’ skirt. Jules shook his head with a sigh, thoughts swimming through intoxication from both the alcohol and excitement to have her all alone. “I hope I’m not being too forward but if I could tell you half of the things on my mind right now, I may get fired.”

Jules would find himself saying them anyway. “Blue really suits you,” He began, fingers toying with the delicate fabric. “Any color suits you, really. I still remember the color you wore when you first stepped into my office. You’re an unforgettable person.” He rubbed his lips together and took a step closer; removing his hand from the skirt to place it back in his pocket, unsure if he should keep touching her outfit or not while his other hand rolled the water bottle in it.

“I’ll be honest. I’ve been thinking about you a lot,” Jules admitted with a small chuckle and looked down. “Thinking about how you are, if you and your plants are doing well,”—he had remembered her talking about her garden once before—“… About holding your hand, kissing your hand, feeling your lips…”

He trailed off, afraid of losing himself and cleared his throat. “I’m sounding a bit silly, aren’t I?” Jules chuckled sadly. “But… it’s true. Haeun, do you know how captivating you are? My heart beats fast whenever I’m around you and deep down…” He placed the bottle on the floor, nervously running fingers through his hair.

“Deep down, I wish to make you feel like a princess every day if you would let me.”

[oerbas]

IN THE CORNER.

                          — with @sugarpowder​

Noah couldn’t tell if he was anxious or overwhelmed, but he was definitely fucking tired. Not just because the term was coming to a close relatively soon, his plates stacked high with shit that he needed to get done before winter break; like, making sure he passed his classes with the skin of his teeth or coordinate an end of the year party with the astrology club. No—it was the fact that he and Milo were, at this time, still not on good terms.

For the most part, Noah didn’t want to go into winter break without having some kind of closure since he was pretty sure it would turn out to be how his spring and summer recesses: wild parties with drugs, messy hook-ups and him being passed out who knows where, all with Milo still imprinted on his brain. He wanted to do all those things and more with the other by his side, but since it was mainly his fault for the mess that they were in, Noah found the situation to be awkward enough to keep running away from it.

It was during these troubling times that he was glad he had someone to talk to and that someone was Babette. Noah didn’t want to go to a therapist or counselor to digest his feelings because if he learned anything from being in rehab twice (other than trying not to get addicted again), it was that they really didn’t give a fuck about your feelings. However, his friends—actual true friends that knew about his trials and tribulations, all the ins and out, none of that fake bullshit—was whom he confided with instead.

Babette knew the majority of his score throughout the years, was aware of the ups and downs Noah had with Milo, and mindful of how he felt about the other male ever since their time meeting at Ilvermony. Throughout the years, their friendship had blossomed into something intimate and personal that sooner than later, they could cross a ’t’ with what they knew about each other; keeping what they knew confidential within their hearts. He considered her a best friend, especially when some of these tête-à-têtes happened before and after a heated session underneath the sheets, when he wasn’t exclusive with Milo or anyone else, that is.

The ‘benefits’ part of their relationship was nothing more than that. Noah liked having sex, so did Babette and when they had nothing better to do or needed to de-stress, it seemed reasonable. Since it was embedded of who they were together and not, he didn’t really think much into it—except when he was thinking about it, like now as they walked down the hall together. Yet, it was more so to quiet the arguments in his head and stop his mind from reeling about what transpired during Halloween.

“I don’t know what I’m going to do about him, Baby,” Noah murmured, preoccupied with rolling a blunt as they walked, unworried about possible glances. He shook his head as he licked the paper to seal it and held it up to examine his work. “Really feels like I’m losing my mind thinking about him all the fucking time because I love him, but I just don’t want to hurt him. Not when I’m doing the same shit that dumped my ass in rehab twice.”

Noah slipped the blunt into his pocket to turn on his heel, walking backward in front of Babette, lowering his voice just enough for her to hear. “And, you’re the only person I’m telling this to so keep it to yourself, yeah? I don’t need everyone to know that there’s a junkie on campus,” He said with a nervous sigh. “Look! Even my dick is hard just thinking about him. He holds too much power over me, that’s for damn sure.”

[oerbas]

💏

14. …casually.

There’s a lot of things Jules loved to do with Haeun and kissing just so happened to be in the top three, right between having sex and playing his guitar for her while she tended her garden. He enjoyed casual ones the most;—the ones when they had some time together and wanted to enjoy each other’s company, where she was perched beautifully on his lap and the angle needed him to look up at her as if she was the sun itself (and, she was certainly bright enough in his eyes to be one). It was the casual kisses that were the right amount of sweetness and ardor.

Haeun had slipped into his office during the time both of their breaks collided and Jules was already waiting for her, his heart growing big when he was greeted with a smile and pushed him away from where he sat at his desk to climb into his lap. His hands instinctively knew where to go, settling on voluptuous hips to clasp around her lower back and sighed contently as her hands rested on his chest.

“I’ve been thinking about you all day,” Jules admitted while Haeun brushed hair away from his face. His hands smoothed over her ass and massaged it tenderly, gently. Eyes flickered from her eyes to her lips, reclining his head back onto the chair with a small moan. “How could anyone not think about you?”

Jules really had been thinking about her all day, ever since sensual looks were sent his way while he taught a section of transfiguration. He had even tripped over a few words during the lesson once he noticed the lip biting, her legs squirming underneath the table and mouthing carnal desires when his attention was on her. It was frustrating, really, when all he could think about was having Haeun sprawled out naked in front of him and whimpering his name; but had to wait until they were away from prying eyes and had some time to actually be together.

It was even more frustrating when students would ask he was alright in the middle of class since his cheeks would flush with fantasies. So, to calm himself down, Jules would think about when they were on a nice date instead—a day of shopping for plant supplies, him cooking her favorite meal (after convincing the kitchen hall employees to give him some space), sitting outside when the weather was nice with her head on his shoulder as he acoustically provided songs for both her and her plants in between conversation.

You could say that Jules had been thinking a lot of things and sometimes he just needed to be reminded that what they had was real, that it wasn’t another nightmare (or visions) he has been having for years. Everything was perfect, Haeun was perfect but some days he couldn’t help the feeling that everything would end up crashing down. So, he would lean forward to capture her lips with his as if to seal every ounce of love from escaping.

He kissed her with passion but kept it simple, casual enough to show that he missed her, loved her and was one with her. Jules pulled her close and kissed her deeply, soft lips caressing one another and their breaths interweaving that it was hard who was breathing for who, fingers tangling in each other’s hair. He cupped her face between his hands as he reluctantly pulled away, her bottom lip still drawn between his before he let it go with a sigh.

Jules treated every moment with her as if it was his last and if everything did crash down around him before he knew it, then he wanted to relish in every second he had. He traces her lips with a thumb and smiled, masking his fears with optimism.

“You want to get out of here?”

[oerbas]

sugarpowder​:

(...)

“jules,” she whines. “i don’t wanna look at arithmancy no more, please. my eyes are closin’ on their own, i swear…”

she yawns - not even on purpose, it just happens. she covers her mouth for its duration, then stretches with her whole body. she’s tired, and she sits back against the chair with a heavy sigh.

“don’t you have coffee, or- can’t we take a break? just a tiny, itty, bitty, little, tiny short one? please? breakfast on me tomorrow morning if- no, when you say yes!” she cups her pouting face, hoping the overbearing cuteness of it all will really seal the deal for him.

Jules considered himself to be an adequate student before graduating, and he must have been pretty decent if he was able to obtain a teaching assistant position at the college. It wasn’t much, but he liked what he did, especially if it fueled his desire of becoming an actual teacher one day;—taking over lectures when other professors were out for the day, coming up with his own lesson plans for when he could teach certain sections and making time to help tutor students in areas they were struggling in.

Arithmancy was one of the subjects.

He couldn’t blame people for not finding the discipline interesting. It was basically complicated charts studying the magical properties behind numbers to predict the future—a more slow-burn route compared to its sister course called Divination. Jules wasn’t surprised when Babette moseyed into his office this evening, asking for help because he knew she was having… problems with it.

They were about thirty-five minutes into their tutoring session when Jules noticed the female getting tired and it wasn’t long before she began to complain. He looked up from his notes to catch her yawn and placed his quill down with a sigh. A small smile appeared on his face when she resorted to cuteness while asking for a break.

“Breakfast?” Jules echoed, leaning back and swivelling in his chair with a contemplative expression. “Are you bribing me, Miss Lee?” He asked with a chuckle and nodded.

“We can take a tiny break, sure, but I would really like it if we at least finish this assignment before you sprint out of here,” He said. “We have a test coming up and I want you to do well. Unless you have some other bribe up your sleeve to give you a few extra credit points.”

[sagamemes]

fifty ways to kiss someone.   send me a 💏 and i will randomise a number in order for my muse to kiss yours…

…good morning.

…goodnight.

…goodbye.

…where it hurts.

…where it doesn’t hurt.

…on a falling tear.

…to shut them up.

…in secrecy.

…in public.

…desperately.

…in joy.

…in grief.

…discreetly.

…casually.

…passionately.

…lazily.

…to distract.

…as encouragement.

…for luck.

…on a scar.

…on a place of insecurity.

…in a rush of adrenaline.

…in relief.

…in danger.

…as a ‘yes’.

…as an apology.

…as a suggestion.

…as a lie.

…as a promise.

…as comfort.

…after a small rejection.

…to wake yours up.

…forcefully.

…to pretend.

…to gain something.

…to give up control.

…without a motive.

…because yours is running out of time.

…because mine is.

…because the world is ending.

…because the world is saved.

…out of pride.

…out of greed.

…out of lust.

…out of anger.

…out of envy or jealousy.

…out of spite.

…out of habit.

…out of necessity.

…out of love.

[agent-timross]

A note about shipping with me

I probably already ship it

not that I deliberately start rp'ing with people for the purposes of shipping, but if there’s chemistry, if there’s interesting interaction, then yeah, I probably ship it

you don’t have to ship it too; it’s fun to torture the muse with unrequited feelings okay

I will never pressure you into a ship

if you feel like i’m pressuring you, let me know and i’ll do my best to rectify the behavior

if you want to ship a thing, pitch it to me. the answer is probably yes.

that said, don’t assume it without at least mentioning it to me ooc first.

ships are usually in their own seperate verses unless we’ve discussed something else.

if you ship with me I’ll ruin your life

xoxox i love you bbies

[oerbas]

heartbeathaeun​:

( ... )

( together is a phrase that makes her blush. )

“t-thank you!” too eager for compliments. she feels her cheeks redden with shame. she hadn’t meant to get so excited but he had been the first to compliment her all night who hadn’t been a friend or worse: her brother. “i would love to dance but i have no one to dance with.” should she admit how lame she truly was? or would it only get him on his merry way? “i came here by myself….”

( ... )

Jules managed to (nearly) drown out all background noise when Haeun responded to him, finding her voice to be more harmonious than the festive song currently resounding in the hall and buzzing chatter among the other students. He wasn’t afraid to mentally admit that, after their tutoring sessions, he would often sit in silence for a minute or two and replay her spoken words in his head. So, of course, he’s going to give her all of his auditory attention whenever she was with him.

“I’ve been enjoying the night as much as I can,” Jules replied with a small chuckle after he moved to stand by the wall. He took another sip (more like a nervous gulp) of his drink while he looked onto the crowd again and shook his head. He never liked attending these dances; especially if he was only going to end up being alone, somewhat equivalent to Haeun’s situation. It could be another reason why he was drawn to her tonight, to not make her feel lonely;—not out of pity, but from the genuine feeling of wanting to be with her.

Blushing from her excitement, Jules looked down at his drink and smiled in acknowledgment, shifting where he stood. “Ah…” He voiced at her confession of coming by herself, pushing himself from the wall with a shrug. “Well, I would love to dance with you but I don’t think it’s appropriate for teachers to dance with their students. At least for this particular ball.”

Another gulp of his drink was taken as he turned on his heels to face Haeun, the sensation of having butterflies in his stomach colliding with the strong drink. Jules felt like he was staring at her for a long time before his eyes finally decided to blink, refreshing the image of how beautiful she looked much to his delight. “Between you and me, I can’t dance well anyway,” he disclosed absently, the mind trying to keep up the conversation but all he was really thinking about was: “You really do look beautiful tonight, Haeun.”

Jules pursed his lips while he looked around the great hall, downing the rest of his drink. He, then, took a step forward and nodded his head towards the door. “If you want to get away from all of this for a while, we could go to my office,” he suggested, placing his empty drink on top of a nearby surface. “I was thinking of going there myself to rest my eyes but if you don’t have anyone… waiting on you, I would like it if you came with me. Just so you’re not standing here all by yourself, you know?”

He cleared his throat. “If anyone asks, I’ll just tell them you aren’t feeling well and I’m taking you to get some rest, okay?”

[oerbas]

dearestsuki​:

  ⁺ 𝚮    ›    hours go by fast when one is dealing with thousands’ old arithmancy.  it makes her head explode but it’s just another step towards greatness.  (  at least,  that is what her mother tells her time and time again  )  fingers curl into her palm at the thought,  feeling that itch to get away  ;  but she relents.  she still has so much to do.  her timetable overflowing with sessions here and there  –  from her clubs,  to her revisions,  even to the assigned office hours she had scheduled for each week were already haunting her from where she sat.  ( don’t get her started on her courses and the amount of time she has penned for studying each and every subject  ;  sure, taking 18 credits in a semester was ambitious but then again,  this was also cho hana  )  there was much to be done and yet,  here she was  –  agonizing over each and every second of it. ( ... )

  “ mm, ”  she hums, her eyes stray from her book for a quick second to glance his way  (  wasn’t it rude to not look a person in the eye when you deny them?  )  the frown fiddling on her lips is thin,  almost too good to be true  –  as if it didn’t fit on a face that didn’t really want to resist.  “ i still have so much to do, though. i haven’t even touched my divination paper yet. ”  the ache comes again  –  a stress ready to build atop of the one already hitched tight into the muscle fibers of her neck,  she wanted to let go  –  let her worries fall  (  and not let them consume her  )  –  but will hana let that happen?  the answer was already clear. 

( ... )

Noah doesn’t expect Hana to say much about his given offer, and unsurprisingly, her concise response is one that he did expect. He may have not been studious himself, but he knew how eruditely students could get once they were in the zone—attentive, engrossed, and on their toes. It was admirable, really. However, he also knew that too much studying wasn’t mentally and physically sound. And, that was a bold notional to make since it came from someone who was addicted to drugs.

He finally sat up in his chair after a moment, smoothing a hand over his face and brushed back his hair. Noah didn’t necessarily need to offer his time to Hana or even try to divert her studies, this he knew;—knew that he could merely shrug and walk away because who was he to her, exactly? Yet, there seemed to be an invisible tether that always made him sit at the table she occupied, try to strike up a conversation, and end up sleeping in her presence (a comfortable one, at that).

Perhaps it was a subconscious impel to be a bit of a good person, convinced what he did behind closed doors didn’t necessarily make him one nor the influenced choices that accompanied it, and wanted to rectify it by ‘helping’ other people when he couldn’t help his own self. He didn’t proclaim to be a savior or a saint by any means; but he had a knack for noticing who was distressed and observant enough to conjure a sense that Hana wasn’t having a good time studying in general, almost as if she was being unsympathetically forced to do it instead.

Noah inclined in his chair lazily and played with the water bottle that she had passed him, spinning it around absent-mindedly. “Thanks for the water,” he murmured but didn’t open it. In fact, he slid the bottle back to Hana with a small frown. “You need it more than me, though.” And, it was the truth, because she was already appearing to be burnt out, and he had dealt with more serious afflictions than a dry mouth.

He leaned forward, his hands extended outward in a silent beacon, tongue darting out to quickly lick his lips. “I think you have too much to do,” Noah opined, gently. “I wasn’t joking when I said I could see your brain pulsating from here because look at you… Your eyes are red and I’m pretty sure your hands are cramping up.” He briefly looked at the intimidating tower of books, averting his attention back to the female sat across from him.

“I’ll be honest and say that I sit with you because I’m slightly worried that you may have a breakdown from all the hours you put in, Hana” He continued, furrowing his brows in perturbation. “I’m asking you to take a break because I’m concerned. Just a few minutes with me in the courtyard to get some fresh air, that’s all I’m asking.”

Noah sat back in his chair and began to pack his bag, shaking his head. “But, if you want to stay and study until your quill turns into dust, then that’s your choice,” He added. “I’m not forcing you to do anything but I won’t stop trying to at least give you some peace of mind that isn’t turning another page.”

[oerbas]

heartbeathaeun​:

white light.

( ... )

she nurses the drink in her hand by taking the smallest sips. if she doesn’t finish it immediately then she can spare herself the mortification of going to the drink area. a(n irrational) part of her feels as though everyone would notice how quickly she finishes her drink because she’s not dancing. because no one has asked her.

“ah….how pathetic,” she whispers to herself. she got all dressed up and for what? to be a wallflower at her first university dance? it truly was a pathetic night for kang haeun.

@oerbas

It was that time of the year again—the Yule Ball. Jules had been attended plenty of these during his years as a student and somehow always found himself still attending them after he graduated, becoming a teacher’s assistant. Apart from new faces, the celebration was pretty much the same every year: you had younger students sneaking in by pretending to be friends with senior students, couples finding a secluded corner to make-out in, attendants dancing the unchangeable routine and nervous individuals clinging to the walls.

Jules supposed that he didn’t have to attend each year, finding more comfort of staying home or finish lesson plans in his office, but each time there was a spark to at least present himself for an hour or two in memory of his parents;—envisioning how they might have enjoyed themselves before their untimely deaths. However, there were times when his imagination became too great for him because who was he to conceptualize the parents he never knew? He should’ve been honoring the family who welcomed and took him in all those years ago.

So, these thoughts of his would ultimately make him rather sad and at each ball, he would stand by the drinking area and consume a bit too much than he intended; this year being no different. Jules knew he was a little buzzed tonight due to the warm feeling caressing his throat and tingles pricking at the top of his head. He managed to engage in small talk with a few of his colleagues, and once he was bored with trying to socialize, he began to wander around the room.

It wasn’t long before Jules spots her, and it wasn’t terribly hard either because she is like a beacon amidst this seemingly crepuscular room, dressed in a lovely blue dress that both complemented and outshone his basic red attire. Whenever she turns her head in melancholy, her hair sparkled and it reminded him how many times she glittered in her own way, in his own eyes. He absently takes another sip of his drink prior to ambling over in her direction, trying his best to calm his nerves caused by undiscovered (or, unacknowledged) feelings.

“How are you, Haeun?” Jules greeted, tilting his head in curiosity as he stood in front of her. He wasn’t exactly complaining that she was alone, but he was quite surprised nonetheless. Where was her brother? More importantly, did no one notice how beautiful she was to just leave her blooming as a wallflower? It was an absolute crime, he tipsily thought.

Jules moved to take a spot near Haeun against the wall, a hand in his pocket while he faked looking at the mingling crowd but caught glimpses from his peripheral. Another sip of his drink. “You look too radiant to be standing here all by yourself. Don’t you want to dance or anything?” He asked.

[oerbas]

msumilo​:

* love maze

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“i’m not waiting for you to—” he brings his hands up, moments away from rubbing his face in frustration, though he pauses before he does when he remembers the makeup he had on. he throws his arms out to the side and groans instead. “fuck, all i’m waiting for is for you to tell me when. because i’m tired of this too. why do you keep trying to give up? can’t you see i don’t want that?”

he looks away from noah and shakes his head, trying to ignore just how badly he wanted to kiss him. or cry. he wasn’t quite sure which. “life has constantly been hurting me and fucking me over before we even met,” milo mutters sadly. “but i’d rather get hurt with you, by you, for you— whatever the fuck, than be by myself. or with anyone else.”

he sighs and lifts his head, glancing around at the reflections that surrounded them until he met noah’s gaze again, pain evident in his eyes. “isn’t that what love is?”

( ... )

With a headache already starting to form, Noah increasingly wanted to just get out of this stupid maze and slink back into his room. He, too, wanted to speak with Milo about everything he was going through both externally and internally; confide his tangled feelings that were as labyrinthine as this maze, but each time he thought about doing so, the more he convinced himself that it was burdensome. He understood that with love came the bargain to carry each other’s cargo but maybe he just wasn’t ready to do so, let alone have Milo carry his weight.

Noah lamented when the other assumed he didn’t care that they looked amazing together, and he took it in two ways: the fact that they were wearing coordinated costumes and when they were a twosome. Lamentably offended was more appropriate to say because even if he was trying to end things from the ‘goodness of his heart’, he could never stop caring about them. Thus, he freed a rustled breath once Milo turned and walked away from him, tired of being on this mental merry-go-round.

He doesn’t even take four steps before the other male turns back to face him again and expressed more of his woes. Noah looked down at the ground, like a child who was being scolded for their actions. “I don’t know.” He mumbled those three words lowly for he truly didn’t know why he kept questioning why neither of them hasn’t said anything or why he was sleeping around, why it seemed like he was putting everything on Milo when it wasn’t fair to do so.

Perhaps it was right to accuse him of being a coward;—always running away from these sorts of situations, these feelings, and passing on the responsibilities to someone else other than himself. So, as a weakling normally did, Noah shrugged in discomfiture and slowly look steps forward, dragging his feet against the floor. “As I said, I’m not the person you should be waiting on,” he repeated, extending his hand in almost a silent plea.

“I’m trying to give this up because I’m not healthy for you. Good enough, even,” Noah snivelled, rolling up his sleeves to reveal old and new track marks littering the underside of his arms, visible from where tattoos didn’t yet cover the areas. “Look at me. Look at this! You really think I’m ready to tell you when and if we can get back together? I’ll just be leading you into a relationship with a dead man and do you think I’m that cold-hearted to let that happen?”

Noah shook his head, anxiety rising to the point that he began to scratch his arms, potentially reopening wounds, as he paced to relieve the growing urge of wanting to inject more substances in his body. “I’m trying to protect you because I love you,” he restated. “I’m trying to end this because I love you. Can’t you see that I don’t want to be the one to hurt you?”

He stopped pacing and stood in front of Milo, meeting their painful gaze with his exhausted one. He wished they were under better circumstances so he could kiss the other, to absorb his suffering and turn it into tranquillity instead. “I don’t want to hurt you. Not like this, not ever,” Noah whispered, ashamed. “We don’t deserve bittersweet love, you most of all,” He rolled down his sleeves, drooping his head lower in defeat.

“Please, just… get me out of here and let me end what we have so you can’t stop waiting for me.” He begged.

[jjws]