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                    PLUTO DRINKS MORE TEA THAN  coffee to help soothe his throat, especially after a long night of singing at the cafe.  kwangmin always makes sure that he receives a warm glass of lemon and water.  ❝  yeah!  ❞  he beams.  ❝  i’m actually working here!  i help with the cafe sometimes, but i’m their singer!  ❞

       hwan’s eyes brighten as he leans forward, smiling brightly. a singer! he’s a singer! that’s nice, quite cute. hwan starts scribbling down on the paper, excited and frantic:  “that’s cool! i wish i could sing...”  he holds the pencil loosely in his fingers as he sits back in his seat, pursing his lips. he misses singing...

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&&. (   blccmingdays --

              seeing the gestures he’s making the male is nodding. so this would be a one-sided conversation, that’s okay. he was sure he would be able to come up with things to say while the other nodded his head or not. it wouldn’t be that hard. “i see– you can’t talk. this will be an interesting time. i guess i will just have to give you name– would it be okay with you? i can’t just keep guessing what to call." hyunki didn’t mind keeping the conversation flowing with them. he thought he had enough stories to tell, he had enough of personality to keep the male entertained for a bit. "so, thanks again– i guess if it wasn’t for you i’d be out of a lot money." talking about whatever as they walked. 

         hwan smiles sheepishly. sometimes he wishes he can talk, but sometimes it’s just REFRESHING to just listen to other people. he ends up learning a lot. he bites his bottom lip, trying to think of a way to let this man know his actual name, but since he has no pen and paper around on him, he wouldn’t mind a TEMPORARY NICKNAME for now. hwan just shrugs and smiles at hyunki as they continue on their way. he nods as hyunki continues talking, and he wonders how long it will take for hyunki to run out of things to say.

[cyphertaehyungie]

cute

[jeonsdear]

what is he so cute for?

[masterpiecesindetail]

Étienne Adolphe Piot - Girl With Flowers

[k-worlddd]

[wnq-writers]

be soft. my love. because flowers don’t grow. on hard grounds.

poetofblues  (via wnq-writers)

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&&. (   cataclvsmal --

                    there may be a lot of moments when his shyness gets the better of him, but PLUTO surprisingly finds hwan incredibly easy to talk to.  ❝  thank you !  i really like it !  my older brother is the one who gave me that nickname,  ❞  he laughs gently.  ❝  mocha is really great, too !  if you want, i can buy one for you !  ❞

         hwan just smiles and shakes his head. he’s actually not much of A COFFEE DRINKER, but he likes the smells. it’s a bittersweet sort of flavor--bitterness that clings to the top of the mouth and stains the back of the throat, but sweetness that rushes in to make a bed on the tongue and wash away the bitter. hwan taps his pencil for a moment before he writes: “i’ve never seen you here before. are you from this area?”

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&&. (   blccmingdays --

           how many people would return his wallet? not many, that is something he knew from experience, he knows people don’t do these things often. it was why he was so thankful the male had managed to find him and return his wallet. giving him a smile he’s already leading the way. taking them both to a nearby place that had some food. at the tap of his shoulder, the male turned, waiting for the male to say something. seeing his lips move his eyes are locked on them studying what he said. “my name? oh, it’s hyunki– i’m surprised you didn’t check my wallet.” he jokes, a smile on his face. “now, i’m not the best at reading lips but i’m decent. now, do i get a name from you?”

         hwan didn’t particularly NEED money. there’s tons of money under the lake, and besides, his coven usually provides for him anyways. human concepts of money is kind of foreign to him despite being born into the same nature. hwan follows behind joyfully, a smile on his face as he listens to the man speak. it’s a nice name. hyunki. nice name. hwan shrugs and looks at hyunki, biting his lip. he’d love to answer, love to have a proper conversation, but he just points to his throat and shakes his head--tries to indicate his MUTE nature  ( a curse of resurrection ). 

[jjks]

[ohmykimtaetae]

💜💜

[samwol]

Taehyung || 2018 BBMAs ©Dispatch

[fitzgeraldquotes]

F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Debutante

[jjeons]

soft

[laurenzaknoun]

phobia / philophobia: fear of love

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&&. (   blccmingdays --

            hyunki can be so lost in a moment. it was naturally bad when he’s out walking around and misplaces his wallet. of course, he was going back to retrace his steps but he can hardly remember where he went or when he went to them. standing on the corner the male is rubbing the back of his neck he sighed. all of his money was in that wallet and now what would he do? a groan is escaping him until the male comes up with a grin shoving his wallet back at him. his heart is pounding as he flashes the other a wide smile. “oh– thank you!” he admits, grabbing the wallet from his hand. “seriously, thank you so much. you don’t know how down i was getting about losing all my money…can i repay you? i was grabbing some food you can come with me, as a thank you.”

           hwan smiles brightly. it always feels NICE to do something good for something, he thinks. he waves his hands, as if to say that he doesn’t need to be treated out, but honestly, he likes being around people, and maybe he could do with some food. he nods his head and gestures for the man to lead the way. he wish he could ask for his name, but he’s unsure how well the man could read lips. perhaps he could give it a try. hwan taps him on the shoulder and mouths slowly, “what’s your name?”

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&&. (   cataclvsmal --

                    after a beat of silence, he almost expects to be ignored.  it happens often ; not everyone likes talking to strangers.  but a smile spreads over his lips when the boy slides over the notepad.  PLUTO reads his response before offering hwan a bright smile.  ❝  i’m yeongho, but most people call me pluto !  you know, for the planet !  ❞  he giggles softly.  ❝  i like the bread here, too !  have you tried their cinnamon raisin muffin ?  ❞

          hwan doesn’t get people to talk to him often. they usually get TURNED OFF at the fact that he’s mute, so he’s happy that someone actually wants to have a conversation. hwan waves at pluto before jotting down: “i’m hwan. your name is cute! the bread is very good! i like that one--but the mocha is my favorite~”