Mr. Right.

[karina-padilla]

[gongyoop-deactivated20170703]

[cxnsxlting]

What is your game?

Ivan Chang is the only Consulting Detective in Seoul, and perhaps even the entirety of South Korea. He suspects that this is because most people simply don’t have the capacity to do what he does.

Ivan’s mind is a wonder to everyone but himself. He processes things in milliseconds, takes in everything like a sponge, and makes deductions. He can figure out your entire family history in the material of your shirt, your temperament by the cologne you may be wearing, and perhaps he could even predict where you’ll be two days from now just by the way you stand.

                                            He’s always been this way.

Naturally, with nobody able to keep up with him, he was left to his own devices. He’s never had any friends, or lovers. Never had company when he desired it, or even when he didn’t.

                                      He works, he drinks, he goes home.

This is where you come in.  He’s been lonely for a long time now, and the drugs aren’t working as well as they used to. He needs human interaction, craves it, really. He’s willing to lower his extremely high standards if it means he gets to converse with someone - anyone.

                      You just have to get past his rather unfriendly exterior.

                                              Hover game: ℑ ℑ ℑ ℑ ℑ

What do you really want?

[exivalry]

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                             SOL·ACE ( /ˈsälis/ ) noun : SOLACE                Comfort or consolation in a time of distress or sadness

              ” I like to many things and get hung-up running from one falling star                           to another till I drop.          This is the night……                                                     What it does to you.                        I had nothing to offer anybody,  except my own confusion.       (                     +                            +                                 +                                   +                     )

[porkdo-bi]

[porkdo-bi]

because we need more Chanyeol specs+suit+tie in our life.

[vilehumanity]

[sjvnq-deactivated20140419]

"G’day, I’m Daniel but you can call me Niel. I don’t want to tell you lot too much about me, but I’m a surfer and an orca trainer. That cool enough for you?"

Reblog, follow, like. Roleplayers only. Open to plotting. I want friends, not followers.

[jungxminheex]

[You promised you won't do it!] [Chanyeol;Sumin]

“I’m sorry,” He mumbled, voice low in the back of his throat. “I promised not to anymore, but—” But what? He had no specific reason, other than him being stupid, as per usual.  ”I’m really sorry.”

[jungxminheex]

Although she wanted to sulk and yell at him she wasn’t the type to do it. She was obviously very worried for him. They weren’t best friends,they barely even talked actually but each time they met it was like this. She walked in the room and took the first aid kit from the table,siting beside him on the bed. She took a cotton ball,moistening it with alcohol and started patting it on the ruined skin,cleaning it carefully. “I told you to stop..I told you to take a better care of yourself..Before all! You’re an idol..it will ruin your image..What will people say? You should be a man for example.” She sighed and moved his bangs away,patting the cotton ball on his eyebrow. No matter how much she nagged him,she knew it was going to happen again anyway. “Does it hurt? Shall i call an ambulance? We should go to the hospital..What if something is broken?”

[pcyeolies]

They weren't even officially friends, yet here he was, having to explain himself towards a girl because the look she sent him was absolutely heartbreaking. Sighing, he plopped himself in one of the seats, not even acknowledging how deep his wounds were until the alcohol came in contact with the bruised skin, the first instinct being him jerking away. He knew she had a point -- his image, how the others would react if they saw him like this. The looks coming from his leaders, the disappointed looks from his dongsaengs -- ah, he wasn't a good hyung, after all. "I'm sorry," He mumbled like a broken record, head lowered in shame. "Nothing is broken," He replied firmly, with a small shake of his head. "You don't have to do this. " 

[hunista-deactivated20140927]

His head turned to one side, then to the other and so on for a couple of times more. Even if his tall figure was being dragged by the even taller man, confusion became of him because the heartbeats of the pedestrians sounded even louder inside his head. It was like a ticking bomb, announcing every possible bit of life that could be taken away from them by simply piercing right through their skin with his pointy canines. The sound of the blood running inside their veins almost drove the blond man crazy, forcing him to notice that the once pleasant hyper sensibility became a sudden curse to him. If it wasn’t because the other was holding on to his figure so tightly, he would have run and attacked those who were before him to cease the loud beating hitting on their chests. But there was one thing he couldn’t avoid noticing and it was the glowing flow of vital fluid that gave life to the man that was standing besides him. The story he was telling to the other suddenly lost meaning and structure, so he spat random mumbled words to him and dug his nails deep into the other man’s skin, bringing him closer to him. But even in his high state, he was completely aware that this wasn’t safe at all and to show the other his dark nature would cause only trouble and probably something more risking to him and his sire.

Focus, Sehun, focus. That’s all he needed, to forget the melody that was being recited by the older man’s blood-pumping organ and concentrate on giving the next step carefully. They were measured, slow but precise and he was certain the other one wouldn’t notice how difficult it seemed to walk to him. Or would he? A loud laughter left his lips one more time as he waved his hand dismissively to the other and his constant questioning. It was true that the friend he’d been reminded of had been long gone, but to ask what happened to him was close to asking the meaning of life. The responses granted to the other could be infinite, but none of them could get close to what happened in reality, so he shrugged and smirked to the stranger. “Hopefully he got caught for what he did, because as much as he was a friend of mine, his father went unpunished for the deal he had with my father while mine is rotting in jail. I think if there’s anything that would describe him best, then the words ‘vile’, ‘traitor’ and ‘coward’ could up to my mind. I don’t know what happened to him and whether he’s alive or dead is something that doesn’t bother me when I go to bed every night.” He ran his tongue across both of his lips and nibbled on the lower one as his reasoning was clear for a brief amount of time, causing him to stop and stare at the other. “Where are you taking me to?” His eyes widened a bit as an epiphany came to him and forced him to narrow his eyes to stare at the taller man and then back to the bag of candies he was still holding. “Is that you, fucking ferret boy? Did you honestly just got me involved in your fucking dealer world?”

[pcyeolies]

The way the other was speaking about his family hurt; not in a way where he would tell him to stop, but the words were slowly sinking in -- and the fact that they were coming straight from a childhood friend didn't make it any better. From best friends to strangers with bitter memories, that's exactly what they became. He'd sworn so many times that the first thing to do when he'd meet Sehun again would be to apologize -- apologize, apologize and try to fix the relationship that crumbled because he couldn't be on time on that dreadful day. But instead, here he was, Park Chanyeol, a man who couldn't keep his word twice -- receiving a slap right over the face; who would have thought this person would really be the same Oh Sehun that parted with him two years ago? And how was he fooled by his fake candy and sweet talk? His family was involved in the same nasty business as his, so he expected the kid would know better. Being dragged closer gave him the opportunity to tuck the other until he was firmly pressed against his side, just in case he would try to pull a stunt on his own. For now, rather than focusing on the argument that was about to burst, his first priority was to make sure this guy would make it home safely and that he would tell him exactly how to handle the aftermath of being drugged. 

That stupid nickname from he was a child was still used against him and it brought back unwanted memories that he had preferred to not think of -- his appearance changed radically even so, yet it didn't seem enough to leave it behind. "Look, Sehun.."He started, tone filled with uncertainty and remorse because he never meant for any of this to happen and he was a stubborn one -- would never forgive himself for involving a younger in his dirty doing.  "Let's leave it like this for now," His steps have become more urgent, fingers tightening around the other's arm to force him to walk as well. They were out in public view after all, and there was a high risk he'd be recognized as EXO's rapper -- and after all, there was still an image to keep. "You can lash out on me once you're safe, yeah?" Maybe not the smartest thing to say, but the situation was critical. 

[alwayzondatgrind310]

[pcyeolies]

I'll retreat to aim until later.

[myveon-blog]

With a playful roll of his eyes, he purses his lips in disgrace; he never liked cinnamon nor any sour things as it compels the taste of the bitterness that his tongue likes. “No, how about we grab some strawberries instead?”

[pcyeolies]

He was surprised by the reaction received from the other, though not actually offended but rather glad he didn't chose something against his own will. "Alright, strawberries it is. Oh, oh! Can we dip them in chocolate?!" Excitement sparkled over his eyes as he grinned.

[pcyeolies]

"Don’t move! You’ll faint!"

He'd been losing coordination a few times, as if he was drunk, but even better --  that kind of sensation where walking forward would have him crash down, leaning back would have him fall. The constant sensation of euphoria which caused him to laugh for no reason never gave him the clue that he might have over-dosed again to the point where his head was spinning with such a loud buzzing sound that he thought an engine was running instead of a brain.

Marijuana was his favorite vice, but he shouldn't have gone this far, to the point where the uncontrollable feeling of thirst had his mouth melt into a cotton candy, having to run pink muscle over them to keep them moist the entire time. It was a shame how the pure bliss came to an end so fast, as if his world came crashing down; From constant butterflies to seasick. Bit by bit, energy was being drained out of him to the point where he slumped against the nearest wall, vision crossed. His image was completely exposed to the public if anyone were to see him like this, and he didn't want to think of the reactions coming from his fellow leaders, the disappointed looks from his dongsaengs --- ah, he was really a horrible hyung, right? 

Yet this is the path that was chosen by himself.

"Don't move! You'll faint!" Words cutting like sharp razors, his neck craned to the side, though unable to tell who the approaching figure was. For his own safety, it was VIXX's leader and they were friends -- close friends actually, Exo and Vixx were known for their interactions lately and Chanyeol would have reacted differently if it wasn't for the nausea biting back at him. 

"Yah, are you listening?! Park Chanyeol, stay with me!" The dark haired male called, his voice disturbingly close -- or was it just his brain unable to handle noise at the moment? A hand clasped firmly over his shoulder to help him balance, the rapper couldn't fathom whatever words the other was speaking, though he was sure that 'ambulance' was one of them.

It was far too late to think of a comeback, the sounds of sirens alarming from afar towards the place where they were at. When did time pass so quickly?

[coffee-coffee]

[pcyeolies]

 I mean— Hello.

#YOU DONT KNOW HOW HARD I LAUGHED#I WAS DRINKING SOLA AND OH MY FUCK#YOU ARE SO FUCKING HORRIBLE#WHY ARE YOU MY FRIEND#THE JUICE WENT OUT FROM MY NOSE#AND NOW IT HURTS#MY LAPTOP ALMOST GOT DRENCHED AND THIS IS YOUR FUCKING FAULT#i so fucking hate you.#HAHAHASDKAHDBVASKDB

I live for these moments.

[myveon-blog]

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#stopsuho2k14

#raisesmiddlefingeratyeol2k14

[pcyeolies]

"What are friends for, ey?"

"Exactly what I’ve been wondering!" The tall man said with a snap of his fingers, as he gathered a pile of books with different colors, and dragged himself towards the female to sit beside her. Settling down with his legs crossed, he revealed the pages written in Mandarin, drawing a knowing look from her. "So, about learning together…"  He trails off with a taunting look on his features, while grabbing one of his pencils to stick it behind his ears as if to try and look more intelligent.

"Lesson 1 with teacher Mel: Useful phrases!"

The fact that he was playing his student role so well left the female with a heart-warmed feeling, as she grabbed one of the plastic glasses frames to adjust it perfectly on the bridge of her nose, as if to get into her position as well. “Let’s start with introductions, shall we?” She suggested, picking one of the books designed for beginners, flipping the first two pages. “Repeat after me: 你好 (nǐ hǎo)!” 

The tongue twister was hard to adjust to, despite the fact that he had some basic knowledge, so the first try went horrible — Heavy accent filled in, causing the rapper’s cheeks to heat up as he placed his hands over them with a stretched grin.

"Do you think we can try again in a few minutes?"