empyreal

the highest heavens: we seek — the darkest of skies / the void beyond us.

[mrkslee]

a prince at capitol congress ✨

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hey guys, just wanted to pop on and let y’all know that my uni semester has started ! sad reaccs only 😪 anyways, because of that you will see slowed activity on my end, whether it be replies, plotting messages, etc. i will hopefully be posting 1-2 times a week though, so please bear with me ! 

[glowing-eu]

Crank In Film #SIHYEON

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— gravitate.

written with love for @undergvndking ♡

girl is born. girl meets world. girl builds herself from the ground up. girl lives under false hopes and shaky promises. girl makes a name for herself, seemingly thrives regardless—all that, and for what ? she’s working way too many hours and is paid way too little to be dealing with bratty idols for days on end. 

but what about home—supposedly a sanctuary, right ? a place of warmth. comfort. family. yeah, well choi sua has none of that. all she has are a few thousand won, smudged eyeliner, and some stress to relieve.

so she’s here, on the outskirts of seoul surrounded by strange faces in some dingy club where the lights are flickering and the soju is cheap ( tastes stingy too. ) she has half a mind to sway to the rhythm of the bass, back hunched over the bar. she’s on her fifth ? sixth ? drink now, or something like that. and still, she wants ( needs ) more.

a sigh leaves her parted lips. exasperation. don’t get things wrong, the buzz is there. it’s evident in the way she slightly sways, sitting crookedly on the barstool. in the way her cheeks are flushed, and no, it’s not from the heat. and yet she wonders, if the bartender has something, anything, stronger.

“a shot of vodka please, the strongest one you have,” she’s not stumbling over her words yet. the slur though, is present.

a hand runs through her hair as she waits for her drink, allowing her the opportunity to look around. the thursday night crowd is typical—not too crowded, but not too vacant either. then she sees him: dark, brooding eyes that contain the slightest hint of familiarity, but taken all together seem novel. he’s sitting alone on a stool not to far from hers, and had she been one drink short she would have passed on the opportunity to strike up a conversation. right now though, there’s nothing but liquid courage coursing through her veins.

“hey you,” she calls, smiling in a way only tipsy muscles would allow, “you’re cute, wanna take a shot with me ?”

[mobiivs]

DIATRIBES.

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eunseol:

( ... )

“we’re not just together now.” her smile is giddy, less with joy and more with the prospect of power. the best facades are the ones with the truth twisted, after all. “min oppa proposed!” and her announcement is met with disbelief and shock and absolute silence, the most deafening from the man seated next to her. “it was very romantic,” she says, sighs it really, tilting her head to rest on his shoulder, the very picture of a damsel in love. “wasn’t it, darling?”

you owe me, echoes loud in her eyes focused on his. play along.

hwang min knows to trust his gut. it’s a lesson he learned early on, back when his heart was lighter and his hands had not yet been stained with so much blood. years and years of instinct, reflexes, practice—only for it to come crumbling down at this very moment.

he should’ve recognized the uneasy feeling in the pit of his stomach the moment he stepped through the door. ( he did, he just chose to ignore it. ) and now it’s gotten him stuck in the middle of whatever the hell eunseol is weaving.

he can tell she’s got something up her sleeve when her tone turns sugary sweet, terms of endearment dropped left and right. a sideways glance at her tells him all he needs to know: jang eunseol has a lot of explaining to do.

it isn’t until he feels her hand intertwining with his, the coolness of his very own ring pressed tightly against the calloused palm of his hand, does the siren in his head begin to whirr. his lips remain pursed throughout, jaw clenched so tight he’s sure he probably tore some muscles in the process.

speak. say something. but he can’t.

the agreement between them was inexplicable. an internalized sort of contract, never officially written out. no authentic signatures or legal authorizations. but still, valid and scared all the same. although the clauses may be blurry, the purpose is loud and clear—he holds his tongue and obliges.

( perhaps this is his ultimate downfall. )

and while eunseol is going on about romance and darling dears, he finds it in him to play along, albeit stiffly. the abruptness of it all still taking its toll. “yes, it was quite—” a pause to find the right word. a convincing word. “—lovely.”

he shifts his shoulder so that she can sit straight up. the muted anger on his face can only be seen properly if her head is lifted off his shoulder, looking at him dead straight in the eye. “now, if you would all excuse me and my fiancée for just a moment,” he straightens his tie, quickly rising, his chair screeching across the floor from the movement. “i’d like to have a word with her please, alone.”

he doesn’t wait for her to follow; doesn’t check to see if she’s trailing behind. he doesn’t so much as turn around until they’re outside, on the courtyard, in the dead quiet of night where no unwanted ears will hear them.

“what the fuck was that ?”

[defbeoms]

get yourself someone who looks at u the same way joon hyung looks at bok joo 😍

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— walking slow.

written with love for @rackandrouge​ ♡

he swears he turned away for only a fraction of a second. evidently, that was exactly enough time for a certain elusive princess to slip out of his grasp and fall into the urban backdrop surrounding him—completely out of sight. logic tells him she couldn’t have gone far. but the city is bustling and arya is, well, rather unpredictable. in all truth, she could be anywhere.

the alarm sets in quicker than it should. it’s the consequences he’ll face back at home, isn’t it ? certainly, it’s not because he cares for her wellbeing. for her. right ? ( he does care, of course. but it’s not like that, is it ? )

( it can’t be. )

his eyes dart back and forth, scanning the crowd for a certain head of black hair. one would think it to be second nature when years are spent watching over the same willowy figure for days on end. but it’s difficult with the influx of stimuli bombarding him all at once. looking at it this way, republic city seems more like a jungle than a metropolis. the panic running hot through his veins doesn’t help either. head distorted and vision blurry, kenji takes a whole two steps back onto the sanctuary of the less chaotic sidewalk, if only to calm his mind and nerves.

in the midst of all this, he manages to catch a glimpse of a familiar shade of blue that goes as quickly as it came. and just like that, he’s on his feet, jogging in the direction of ( what he hopes is ) the princess whilst expertly dodging oncoming traffic and pedestrians. he’s breathless by the time he catches up to her: all unassuming and staring longingly at a bakery’s window display of baked sweets and golden confectionaries.

“princess arya,” he breathes, still a bit winded from the chase. “you really need to stop doing that—” his voice is stern, but somewhere within is relief, laced carefully through each syllable. ( for the last time, it’s his just his job. ) “—please,” he begs, for good measure.

though if past experiences are anything to go by, his desperate plea will probably just fall on deaf ears.

( perhaps, he’s okay with that—with following her around. watching from afar. for a while, at least. ) ( maybe forever. )

[nctmark15-deactivated20191027]

mark the boy

[youngnovas]

throwaway

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sunday‌:

( ... )

“hey—” she greets him in the hall with a playful shove, taking in the slump in his shoulders and slightest dip of his head. hm, not entirely good signs. “what’s wrong?” but here’s only a handful of things in the world that sunwoo truly gets upset about. and here, sunday supposes she could make some sort of educated guess.

“lost your nerve again?” to confess, i mean. 

it’s where the two of them differ, after all. 

he’s almost over it. ( he hopes. ) a few more rejections and disappointed, crushed hopes and maybe he’ll finally come to his senses, pack his bags, ( broken heart, ) and move on.

again, the keyword is: hopefully.

but that’s the future talking, something sunwoo never really cared for anyways. he's always been more of a right now kind of person. and right now, he’s still chickening out every time they even so much as hold eye contact for longer than half a millisecond.

yeah, this growing up and moving on thing ? might take a while. but he’ll get there. ( eventually. )

that’s where sunday comes in. joined at the hip since birth ( thanks, mom ! ) and have been like that ever since. they’ve come a long way together—playground antics, awkward middle school phases, pivotal mistletoe confessions ( yeah, he’s still not sure how to react, to be honest. ) but it’s fine. everything will eventually fall in place, right ?

he’s headed to the great hall for lunch to eat his worries away or something like that, when she pushes him, causing the weight of his body to shift before he quickly straightens up again to avoid any unfortunate accidents. it’s almost automatic by now, how seamlessly he reacts to her antics. he supposes it’s what a lifetime of sunday cha does to a person.

“what do you mean what’s wrong ?” he mumbles, feet shuffling ever closer to his usual seat in the hall. lunch has never sounded so good. “i’m fine, just hungry.”

he tries to ignore the latter question, but he wouldn’t be park sunwoo if he doesn’t wear his heart on his sleeve. the boy’s honest to a fault, especially around her—someone who knows him like the back of her hand. “i didn’t lose anything. the timing’s just not right yet.”

suddenly a new revelation comes to him, one that occurs as he’s taking in the smoothness of her hair. the red of her lips. the twinkle in her eye. sunday cha may be his best friend, but she was also a girl. ( something he’s known for a while obviously, it just didn’t occur to him like that until now. )

“hey, you’re a girl so you’ll get it. do you think she’ll like it if i get her flowers when i ask her to the yule ball, or is that too cheesy ?”

oh, clueless are the brains of men. ever the oblivious.

[neweraidols]

this girl is perfect  ♡

[ofeternity]

— kahvi.

written with love for @athaza ♡

at some point, the days all start to blend into each other. one day she wakes, the sound of cicadas and birds outside her window. the next, sunlight streams through the curtains accompanied by the loud bustling of the outside metropolis. neighbors have come and gone. shops have opened and closed. what remains constant is her humble, unassuming abode. of course, it’s seen repairs and rebranding over the years, but even then it’s all the same. a quiet place for her to live out the rest of her eternity. just the ( broken ) rhythm of her heartbeat and the perfume of flowers to keep her company. 

she likes it that way. most of the time.

it’s when foolish, young mortals with rosy colored eyes come strolling into her store, each with huge orders, ( a wedding or something equally mindless ) does her ironically mundane routine come to a halt. then comes the all nighters. the working ‘round the clock. the bags under the eyes. the drowsiness in each step.

which, all in all, ultimately finds her deviating from her usual route. a detour, if you will, from the door of her own familiar storefront to the one right across the street. she doesn’t remember when exactly in the grand timeline the coffee shop opened, ( again, time is a fuzzy concept ) but she does know that the ambience is pleasant, and the caffeine gives a nice kick so, really she has nothing much to complain about.

she walks through the threshold and into the cafe, immediately swaddled in the warm aroma of coffee beans and other sweet things.

and oh, yeah. the happy couple manning the counter. she almost forgot about that.

if honesty were a constant, she would be forced to admit that their couple-y antics don’t annoy her as much as most. ( it’s dumb, love struck teenagers that are the worst, really. ) but that’s not to say they are an exception to her ( seemingly ) persistent eye twitch.

perhaps it’s selfish to wish everyone the same, bitter misery she holds somewhere in depths of her cold, frayed heart. but selflessness is easier said than done. how can it not be when things like happy endings are placed right under her nose ? up close and personal, ever so glaringly ? it’s not fair, yes, but perhaps understandable when put that way. maybe one day she’ll fix this ugly trait. for now though, she’s go eunbyul—a girl with all the time in the world for changes. today, that can wait.

whatever. she’s just tired and cranky. what she really needs is a—

“—medium iced americano with three shots of espresso.”

[sakurasou]

Woo Do Hwan as Kwon Shi Hyun (The Great Seducer)

[mobiivs]

DIATRIBES.

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eunseol:

( ... )

hwang min shows up, finally. she pulls him towards her, wrapping her arms around his neck when she greets him with a kiss. it’s for show, slick and demanding. eunseol doesn’t let herself get caught up in it because she’s got something to say and it’s for his ears only. “you owe me,” she reminds him softly when they break apart, his breath hot on her cheek, “i’m collecting.”

when she takes him by the hand to lead him to the table, she pockets one of his smaller rings. for later.

normalcy. it’s a foreign thing, to him at least. his life has always been like this. a young boy, deserving of golden hues and scattered stars, only to be born into a storm of hidden scars and twisted politics instead.

it’s fine. it’s whatever. he’s grown past that now. in too deep. smack dab in the middle of the convoluted mess surrounding him. it’s his lifestyle now, willingly or not.

that acceptance ( read: defeat ) doesn’t make it any more enjoyable though. if anything, it makes the sting just a tad bit worse, knowing that he’s stuck and there’s absolutely nothing he can do but go through the motions.

so that’s exactly what he’s doing. going through the motions.

it’s pesky dinner affairs like these that make him sometimes wish he could pull the brakes, jump out of this speeding car, and roll ungracefully onto the freeway. except that would hurt. and well, where would he go after that ?

( becoming a hitchhiker, metaphorical or not, was never really his thing. )

he grits his teeth, jaw clenched tight in preparation for the next hour or so of suffocating tension disguised as a cute, gathering between two unassuming families. certainly not two families who were out for each other’s heads mere months ago. sure, he’s not one to dwell on trivial things like rivalries. there’s a generational gap between him and that sort of old, harbored rage. he just doesn’t want to be there when things inevitably go sour and maybe even a little well, ugly. at that point, it’ll all be a nuisance—one thing he doesn’t have time for.

his guard falters ( a tiny fraction ) when he sees her, determined eyes ablaze. he doesn’t expect it—the way her arms pull him close. the way she abruptly closes the space between them. the rough kiss. he barely has time to reciprocate when her whisper tickles his ears, but he rebounds quickly, letting her walk him to the table where the parents and her brothers were already seated.

this is how it always was between them as of late. favors owed back and forth.

he’s lost count.

he pulls out the chair for her ( ever the gentleman ) and waits for her to sit before pushing the seat back in, leaning down so that her hair brushes his lips, “favor or not, you better not have any more surprises in store. i just want to get out of here as soon as possible, okay sweetheart ?”

hwang min straightens up, signature poker face plastered on his visage.

in his gut he has a feeling: he won’t be leaving any time soon.

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alias: yumi 18+/-: 18+ links: mun / muse ( wip, but it’s … getting there ) about: basically all you need to know is that i’m an angst hoe, nct fc enthusiast, i write more words than necessary in almost every reply / starter, and that my real name is actually jared, i’m 19, and i never learned how to fucking read ! plots: pining, angsty exes, childhoof bffs to lovers, fake dating, frenemies, mutant au, hp au, mafia au, supernatural au ( vampires, fallen angels, mermaids, faries, and shit ), cute uni slice of life, demigod / percy jackson au, ride or die besties, mean girls squad, rich kids shenanigans, gimme anything & everything ! it’s me(me): obviously this current jam: boom & don’t need your love — nct dream / all night — astro / lowkey — nikki / pool — woodz tag yourself!writing edition: i’m somewhere between help me cause writing is always a struggle™ and the planner bc i have no clue what a word count is .. ever 

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i have added a muses page ! will probably be updated again once i add full blown profiles for each. for now, enjoy the short blurbs & drop a heart if you want to plot !

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alias: yumi 18+/-: 18+ links: mun / muse ( wip, but it’s ... getting there ) about: basically all you need to know is that i’m an angst hoe, nct fc enthusiast, i write more words than necessary in almost every reply / starter, and that my real name is actually jared, i’m 19, and i never learned how to fucking read ! plots: pining, angsty exes, childhoof bffs to lovers, fake dating, frenemies, mutant au, hp au, mafia au, supernatural au ( vampires, fallen angels, mermaids, faries, and shit ), cute uni slice of life, demigod / percy jackson au, ride or die besties, mean girls squad, rich kids shenanigans, gimme anything & everything ! it’s me(me): obviously this current jam: boom & don’t need your love — nct dream / all night — astro / lowkey — nikki / pool — woodz tag yourself!writing edition: i’m somewhere between help me cause writing is always a struggle™ and the planner bc i have no clue what a word count is .. ever