evanescent

lee hongbin. twenty forty-three. a fae who loves flowers more than anything.

[stsoojung-deactivated20160715]

❝ origami — jsj & lhb

@sthongbin​!

soojung likes the idea of naps. naps are what makes the world go round and naps are what keeps her from doing things she knows she shouldn’t. so when she had asked hongbin to have some quality napping time in the park, she was pleasantly surprised that he had said yes ( probably just to keep her from whining, but at least it was effective ). and so hongbin had made sure that their nap would be of the best quality; no distractions, no uncomfortable positions, nothing to wake either of them up. soojung had found herself rather happy when she finally woke up, and she was even happier to find a peacefully sleeping hongbin next to her. 

it was always like this, soojung being the first to wake up between the two of them. this was her opportunity to create her own kind of chaos. soojung slowly sits up, legs crossed and fingers busy folding the paper she had plucked from her bag. her eyes were focused on every movement, tongue habitually sticking out and eyes nearly crossed as she attempted to fold every crease into perfection. when she was finally satisfied with her little red paper crane, soojung gently placed it on top of hongbin’s forehead. “hongbin~” she cooed, gently prodding his forehead. “wake up~”

[sthongbin-blog]

     naps are something he rarely ever wants to turn down. they’re soothing, comforting, and they leave him feeling warm and fuzzy in all the right ways, especially if he naps with someone else. so when soojung asks him to go and take a nap in the park, the idea sounds so appealing (napping! in the open! with nature all around them!) that he can’t even be bothered to put on his usual air of discontent and grumbling. being out in the park, especially in the secluded area that they had picked, means that he can exercise his rarely used terrakinesis and build them a miniature dome-like cave, burrowing into the side of the hill that he thinks he’ll have to fill back in later. 

     after both of them had crawled in and settled down, he found himself drifting off all too easily, so comfortable in this area surrounded by nothing but nature. he sleeps peacefully, and while he usually wakes up right after soojung, today, he remains asleep. it’s long enough for soojung to fold a perfect crane and lay it on his forehead. when his forehead is poked, he makes a startled noise as he rises out of sleep, rolling over and unintentionally crushing the small origami crane as it topples off his forehead. 

     “mmph... soojung...?”

[sthongbin-blog]

❝ deep breaths — ,

[sthakyeon-blog]

     there isn’t a better reaction in his mind to hongbin’s words than the loud groan he gives shortly after – he’s lucid enough that he’s making sense of all the words but not coherent enough to give actual, verbal replies to the faery. the poke to his forehead has him giving his usual grumbly sound whenever the pink-haired male annoys him, a soft huff following after indicating the sigh he had just given.  

     “… y’r stupid ..” he manages, not ever taking insults lightly, even if they were from his live-in faery and he just groans again before he attempts to rolls slightly, more onto his back. giving a shiver, he weakly tugs at the blanket to cover himself better, missing the warmth pressed to his back though this position seemed to be helping his sinuses clear ever so slightly. this is complete bullshit, hakyeon thinks absentmindedly to himself as he watches hongbin disappear out of their bedroom and he sniffles softly. 

     reaching a hand up to rub at his eyes, knowing he would be scolded – in his own home – if he fell asleep again, he attempted to wake himself up a bit. he had been to the watering can just the day before, nursing a head cold the entire time and it seemed to have only gotten worse if the ache in all of his bones were a sign of anything. he closes his eyes anyway, trying to clear all his senses and he casts them out slightly, trying to see if just his hunter’s sixth sense of sorts was working. 

     he can hear hongbin turning on the stove and opening the can of broth and he just groans, realizing that meant he would be forced to sit up in about fifteen minutes as the younger (older?) male spooned soup down his throat. fun. he was so looking forward to that. yeah. throwing his arm over his eyes, the sunlight is nice but not on his eyes as of right now, he clears his throat before he starts coughing again. great day so far.

[sthongbin-blog]

     the muffled retort that hakyeon throws at his back just makes him roll his eyes, fondly exasperated with the other and he thinks that hakyeon is far too touchy about the insults that the faery likes to throw at him occasionally. it’s always well-warranted, he’d argue if hakyeon brought it up, he only ever accused the other of stupidity when the human had well and truly been... well, stupid. 

     he hums softly once he’s in the kitchen, a snippet of a song he’d heard while working in the watering can -- perhaps someone had been singing it as he’d spun around, tending to all the flowers, one by one. he isn’t too sure, but regardless, it’s stuck in his head, and he sings it under his breath as he dances around the kitchen. he may not be an elf, but he’s certainly proficient at cooking. in general, where some faeries are combatant and have mastery over the offensive abilities of their element, hongbin has always been more defensive, more nature-based. the level of control he possesses over his element, in all honesty, can barely even be considered proficient. he’s passable, nothing more, in the powers relating to earth, and yet when it comes to healing, he far surpasses most other faeries. 

     a soft smile comes onto his face as he carefully tips some noodles, wanting the soup to have some kind of sustenance for the human who hasn’t been eating properly the past few days. a cornstarch slurry is next, poured into the soup which is rolling furiously, slowly dying down as the broth thickens. he beats an egg, pouring that in tiny little drizzles into the now boiling broth, salted and seasoned so it would be hot and salty and soothing, watching as the egg flurries bloom like flowers in the peak of spring. 

     finally, he turns off the heat, ladling some into a bowl, and he walks slowly over to the bedroom, setting it down on the nightstand. he flits away to get the other male a glass of water, settling back down at his side once he deems all sufficient liquids have been gathered. “hakyeonnie, you have to have some soup.”

[ottokaji-vixx]

dark-haired kong (๑・ω-)～♥”

[areumdaunnnview-deactivated2019]

jjongfanboy

[stxahreum]

━ ( ✖︎ . RUNDOWN ❜ › mar & lhb )

        What a curious case.

        This is what Ahreum thought of as she went through her numerous files, notes handwritten. Graphite was smudged against the pages and she recalled many nights in which she struggled to form the right words for her diagnosis. She had managed to replace each and every one with other words along the way. Which was why she preferred working with pencil. She wondered if Hongbin will be able to find her writing intelligible. She squinted, her face moving closer to the pages. She supposed it was alright.

        They had agreed to meet at the park near the forest. Instead of their usual hang out in the library, she figured that it would be beneficial for him to help her pick up some herbs. Though she grew some of her own, not many had the patience or space to do so. And seeing as she had missed the woods, she figured it would be hitting two birds with one stone. Sitting on one of the many park benches spread in the vicinity, she tried to mark pages that were necessary. Most of the drawings of the plants were accurate and realistic. Not that she needed it to be, seeing as she did have quite a good memory. But it was a nice addition.

        She glanced at her wristwatch – an item her uncle had given her – and realized she was a few minutes early. Hopefully the younger would also want to be a little bit earlier today too. It was a nice day, after all. 

[sthongbin-blog]

     he darts through the busy streets of seoul, his eyes wide with panic. he’d completely forgotten that today, they weren’t meeting in yangcheon at the clinic, but rather at the park near the forest. he’d already gotten to the clinic and waited there for a few minutes before one of the other employees had spotted him, asking if he wasn’t supposed to be meeting ahreum at the park today. at that moment, he’d jumped to his feet, stammered out a few words of thanks, and taken off running.

     flying is out of the question, not when the streets are crowded and his speed for long-distance flying isn’t fast enough to stay hidden the entire way. instead, he has to run, and running isn’t one of his strongest points. usually, he’s quite early to the clinic, and now, with the mishap and his unfortunate absentmindedness for the day, he’s in a rush to get to the park in time to meet ahreum. 

     panting, out of breath, he finally arrives at the park, eyes flickering around as he searches for the female. “nuna!” he calls out, jogging towards her, his breath coming in short little pants. “sorry, sorry -- am i late?” 

[cosmicskys]

❝ wrong number.

[cosmicskys]

at this point, there was nothing she could do to stop the tears from running down her face. yerim wasn’t the type to break down like this. this was such a rare sighting that her closest friends would pay to see her crying so hard like now at school. she was always the tough cookie, the ball of sunshine that put a smile on people’s faces. 

but not tonight. she couldn’t do that tonight. all she needed right now was a little comfort. 

she couldn’t even register the voice on the other side. with how loud her crying was, the words from the other line were sounding incoherent. “i hate being eighteen. i have being in high school. why are kids these days so rude? why don’t they just let me leave? why do i- why do i have to live like this?” 

there were so many thoughts in her head. a sharp gasp left her lips as a flashbulb memory of that night started playing in her mind. her breath quickly became sharper, quicker, and she could swear that there was no breath passing through her lungs. breathing became heavier, it became harder, but the only thing in her mind was the large flames that overtook her. the image of herself jumping out of the tree house. selfishly. she was so selfish.

“oh god.”

[sthongbin-blog]

     he has no idea what’s going on, just that yerim is crying into the phone and her words are barely understandable as she rambles. he doesn’t say anything else, listening silently as she sobs to him. he really, really doesn’t know what’s happening, but he can tell that right now, more than anything else, she needs someone to listen. hongbin, sassy, snarky, rude sometimes though he is, is soft at heart, and his expression wrenches with concern as she continues to cry. 

     her breathing starts coming more quickly, sharp little gasps on the other end of the phone, and he sits halfway up. that doesn’t sound good at all. “yerim --” he says softly into the phone, unsure if she can even hear him over the sound of her own breathing. “yerim, yerim-ah.” he repeats, a little louder than before, glancing around uncomfortably to make sure no one else is around to listen in on their conversation. 

     “you’re almost done high school. you’re just about out, and you’ll be free from those kids soon. what happened today?” he works to keep his tone even, hoping that a return to the topic at hand would help her calm down some, and at the same time, he’s baffled. never once has he seen the bright high schooler who comes into the watering can in this kind of state.

[chovmbna]

— don’t worry, relax

[chovmbna]

“So true!” Bina was beaming with a glow that could only be described as joy. As the stood there the line was slowly moving as each person went through the gates and she couldn’t help but vibrate.

It was now their turn as they both handed their tickets and headed to the gardens. At first glance they were met with a vast opening of green grass and countless fountains with clutters of different ecosystems from local plants and from other counties. “Thanks for coming with me! I’m glad I didn’t give away that other ticket.” She smile once again and thought it was time to release Hongbin of her deathgrip. Luckily there was an employee only a few feet after walking in with Bina grabbing one and opening up to see all the garden locations. “Oh we should so see the Yosemite Heights! I use to go there all the time when I was younger adn the poppy’s are so bright! What about you?”

[sthongbin-blog]

     a soft sigh of amusement slips past his lips and he shakes his head in vague amusement. “i just want to get inside and look at everything -- i wonder if they brought in any foreign blooms?” he murmurs as they enter the gardens, his eyes widening. it’s like heaven enclosed in a park, and there’s greenery everywhere and colors blooming left and right. he feels lighter already, as though he’d been drawn from the polluted areas of seoul and thrown into nature. 

      “yosemite heights sounds good,” he agrees with a small smile on his lips. poppies do sound nice, the bright red so vibrant and he longs to see it, just thinking about it. “let’s go to the rose garden after, i heard they’ve added even more varieties!” his eyes brighten slightly as he blinks at her, excited to see the lively colors of all the flowers, one of the things he loves the most.

[sthongbin-blog]

❝ deep breaths — ,

[sthakyeon-blog]

     the coolness of hongbin’s hand against his hot skin is a nice distraction and he’s sad to see it go – or feel it go, rather. the night had been a restless one, coherent enough to not want to disturb the faery but not enough that he could manage full sentences. his brain was muddled from the searing fever he was suffering from, having spiked again within the few moments that he had been awake. along with the fever, his head aches of something terrible, not wanting to open his eyes again in case he aggravates his brain more. 

     giving an innocent cough – which quickly turns into a nasty, hacking one that produces mucus in his throat, which he swallows whilst making a face – he groans and shudders as the blanket is tugged higher up his body. it’s a nice feeling, despite also thinking he might just spontaneously burst into flames, and hakyeon attempts to relax his restless body more into the mattress. 

     he feels the press of lips to his forward and he wants to say something about it, probably a complaint, but that’s quickly silenced with another cough and then another groan. he hears something about soup and water and he has an urge to protest and tell hongbin that it’s not needed but the thought is gone as soon as it’s appeared, managing to shake his head in protest.  

     he’s fine, he thinks, he just needs another gulp of nyquil and he should be back on his feet. (how on earth did he survive the last cold he had caught? though, it hadn’t been as bad as this one.) 

    “… n … food ..”

[sthongbin-blog]

      the cough that tears its way out of hakyeon’s lungs sends sharp spikes of worry through him. he wants to stay kneeling by the side of the bed for just a little bit longer, very concerned for the human’s health. he’s half afraid that if he steps away from hakyeon, the other male will wilt in his absence and die, as unreasonable as that is. 

     he ignores the shake of hakyeon’s head, denying the offer of soup and water, knowing that the other needs to get fluids in him, especially after sweating this much. that’s not even mentioning all the times he’d fluttered after the human to the washroom, steadying him as he emptied the contents of his stomach into the toilet bowl, pitiful though they were.

     “you have to,” he says, and his tone brooks no room for argument, his eyebrows furrowing together again. “you’re dehydrated, and i’m not going to let you get sicker because you were stupid,” he grumbles at the human, poking his forehead gently, though the only reason he sounds so grumpy is because he’s worried. 

     flitting out of the bedroom, he flickers to the kitchen with the use of his wings, so much freer now that hakyeon has accepted him for who he is. it’s nice to not have to use his magic to hide his wings and eyes at home, and yet still be able to get the comfort that another’s presence brings to him. his hands reach directly for a can of broth, planning on making the other something quite simple, maybe with a beaten egg to provide sustenance that doesn’t require chewing.

[sthongbin-blog]

❝ iron blood — ,

@stjeonghan

     the convenience store by his apartment is a good place to get random things that he tends to crave. or rather, it’s a good place to go and get small things with which he can bribe hakyeon with. not that hakyeon is usually bought over quite so easily, but hongbin likes to try anyways. and honestly, it’s just a nice place to go when he wants an excuse to go looking at things. 

     entering the little convenience store, he glances around curiously. there’s always things to look at, and his eyes flicker back and forth between different objects, mind always racing to think about things that might be useful in the watering can or just at home. in this case, however, he’s after something. hakyeon has been sniffling lately, and hongbin’s heart can’t deal with any more scares similar to the pneumonia incident during the winter. 

      glancing around the convenience store for something that could potentially help with that, he wanders past the cans, suddenly realizing that they could probably use more broth. as his hand closes around the can, fire races through his hand and he yelps, dropping the can and barely catching it before he drops it again into his basket. glancing down at his hands, his eyes water to realize that there are burns across his palms, inhaling shakily. 

      shit. now what is he supposed to do? how had this even happened?

[hongbyn]

o(╥﹏╥)o

[chovmbna]

— don’t worry, relax

@sthongbin​ 

“Stop walking so slow I want to be there when it opens!” With the other’s arm in her grip they walked from the bus stop and across they street toward the park in downtown. Bina has been waiting for months for the Seoul Botanical Gardens to open and now she even had someone to bring along. “Aren’t you excited?” Asking as they walked along the few others heading to the entrance that was covered in vines and wild flowers. It was only a month ago when she had met Hongbin at Mapo’s district fair in the greenhouse admiring all the flower and plants up for display. what started of as small talk ended up with her inviting him to the opening since she had another ticket. At first she was content of going alone but when she met Hongbin and his own enthusiasm for the plants of color she just had to tell him.

“I’ve been to the one in San Francisco and they even had regions of plant life from different counties! I wonder how this one will be, what are you looking forward too?” Her question was filled with wonder as she continued to drag him until they were both in the small line. Grip was released for Bina to grab the tickets from her pocket and hand Hongbin his, “I’m glad there isn’t a lot of people either.”

[sthongbin-blog]

     “slow down, they’re not going to close before we get there!” he rolls his eyes playfully at her, letting the shifter drag him along the street towards their destination. it’s not that he’s not excited -- he is, he really is, he adores flowers and plants, and the opening of the seoul botanical gardens certainly brings a good deal of joy to his heart, but. but, he doesn’t see the point in rushing when he already knows they’re early. bina had made sure to awaken him at an ungodly hour, courtesy of several text messages and even a few missed calls. (though, an ungodly hour for hongbin isn’t necessarily actually a bad hour; he’s just one to greatly appreciate his bed.)

     “i am excited!” he exclaims in response, his eyes brightening as they join the line, the entrance already practically singing its siren song to him. “i just want to see all the flowers -- they’re singing, you know?” he grins at her as they join the lineup, taking the proffered ticket from her hand. “same... i want to be able to enjoy everything without having to crowd past others.” his lips quirk up in a happy smile, dimples denting his cheeks.

[sthongbin-blog]

❝ rainfall — ,

@stxjaehwan

     nature has always agreed with hongbin. whether it’s the heat of a warm summer day, or the gentle rain of a breezy spring, he loves nature in all of its forms. therefore, it’s not uncommon for him to still remain outside regardless of the weather: sun, rain, snow, he loves it all. 

     perhaps that would explain where he is right now -- the torrential downpour is thundering down on his shoulders, but he kneels there, uncaring of his clothes (hakyeon is sure to yell at him again later, both for ruining his clothes and for not calling him out to run in the rain), slim fingers brushing against delicate petals, drinking down the rain and brightening under the faery’s touch.

     his pink hair seems to absorb water like the flower petals do -- dewy, beaded, and yet not quite as wet as it should be. under the rain, he looks both drenched and refreshed, as if he were a flower, blooming more brightly under the tender care of a gardener. it’s a small paradox, that the rain can both leech and give life. with hongbin, the rain has always been life-giving.

[sthongbin-blog]

❝ deep breaths — ,

[sthakyeon-blog]

    this sleep is probably one of the worst he’s ever experienced – and he’s had many bad sleeps over the course of his twenty five year long lifespan, so this is saying a lot. despite the blankets, or lack of whenever he threw them off of his body, he was experiencing the worst spikes and drops of his body temperature. he’s slightly damp at the moment actually, having drifted off after some tossing and turning. trying to be considerate of the faery that shared his mattress and blankets had taken a toll on his sleep quality and it feels like it had been much too short of a time since he had fallen asleep when he’s being roused once more.

    but not from discomfort this time, but a voice and a gentle nudge to his back.

    “’m tired …” hakyeon mumbles, his throat feeling all gross and mucus-y and he just didn’t want to be awake right at that moment. a cough racks through his body and he wonders absently if he had taken nyquil the night before, blinking his eyes open blearily before closing them again, remembering the menthol-y slide of crimson medicine down his throat before he had collapsed into bed. he’s honestly thankful right now that the watering can was enough of a self-sustaining facility that the plants would be okay without him for a while.

    “… l’me sleep bin …” he insists this time, throwing his blanket, or what he could reach of it, over his head with a groan. his entire body aches and he groans again, trying to inject as much contempt into the sound as he could. he feels damp, and not in a ‘i just took on a bunch of stupid creatures and survived’ or even a ‘i just went to the gym’ way. god, he just wants to sleep for a week. or forever. that sounds good too.

[sthongbin-blog]

      he smooths a cool hand over the other’s feverish skin, his eyebrows furrowing together as worry spikes through him in an uncontrollable surge. hakyeon doesn’t seem any more coherent after the countless nights of medicine he’d been taking. rather, he seems worse, and hongbin, faery that he is, has far less experience with these kinds of illnesses. his experience lies mostly in the field of the flowers and plants that call his name, the animals that flock to him like he’s some kind of disney princess. one might expect that his dealings with human illnesses would be broader, seeing as how he himself tends to fall sick quite easily -- but hongbin’s ‘illnesses’ tend to be a result of pollution and not enough open nature. 

     this branch of illness, however, while not entirely new, is nowhere near as familiar as the physical injuries hongbin had grown up healing. “hak,” he protests softly, not wanting the human to fall back asleep when he thinks he can feel the sickness in the other’s body practically radiating out at him. he shouldn’t leave it unattended, he thinks. he dares not try anything with his powers -- he doesn’t know if he’s experienced enough to heal hakyeon, and his favorite hunter isn’t the person he would want to test something like that on, anyways. 

     he’s been working on it with ahreum, the different methods of healing, but the elf is far more capable than he thinks he will ever be. it comes with being an elf, he supposes, and if it weren’t for his deep love for flowers, he’d wonder why he hadn’t been born an elf. he’s not very good at the elemental manipulation, anyways. 

     “you should have some soup... and water, first.” he whispers in concern, wings expanding to help him flit out of bed and over to the human’s side of the bed, piercing emerald eyes roving over his human’s body. slim fingers on a small hand move the blanket, tugging it up so that it covers the shivering male more fully, and he leans in to press a kiss to hakyeon’s forehead. “i’m going to make you something to eat...”

[sthongbin-blog]

❝ deep breaths — ,

@sthakyeon

     his wings flare as he stretches, lazy and warm and content, piercing green eyes blinking open slowly. home is his favorite place, the one place where he never has to hide anything in relation to him being a faery. despite the fact that hakyeon had been incredibly hostile towards him during the beginning, he likes to think that he’s wormed his way into the ex-hunter’s affections. he lays a hand over hakyeon’s forehead, frowning slightly, his front pressed against the human’s back (his wings get in the way if they try it the other way around), hoping that hakyeon’s fever would have dropped overnight. 

     he’s never really been confronted with the reality of hakyeon’s humanity. for the most part, hakyeon has been incredibly strong, sturdy, healthy, and hongbin has never had to experience anything negative regarding the other’s status as a human. but a few days ago, the other male had gotten sick, just a flu, hakyeon had claimed, and had proceeded to go into work, saying that the watering can wouldn’t run itself. he’d come home worse for the wear, but even hongbin’s worrying and anxiety couldn’t persuade hakyeon not to go in the next day. he’d attempted to make up for it the past few days by making hakyeon plenty of soup (a recipe he’d learned from ahreum, and one he had hoped would possess some healing qualities) and trying to ease the other’s discomfort with his own powers.

     however, instead of cooler skin greeting him, the skin that he brushes his hand over is hotter than the night before, and hongbin’s hand jerks away in surprise. how could it have gotten worse? 

     “hakyeon...” he whispers, nudging the human gently. “hakyeonnie, wake up.”

[cosmicskys]

❝ wrong number.

it was a bad day. no. that was an understatement. today had been a horrible day. school was rough: she got blamed for something that she didn’t even do and had to apologize to some stupid airhead that everybody in the damn class hated but was class president so nobody can touch him. and then at lunch, she dropped her lunch on the floor and was basically made a laughing stock. and just this morning, she overheard her aunt and uncle talking about her. they did that a lot. yerim knew she was a burden, she knew she was unwanted, but she didn’t know it was this bad. they talked about her as if she was some object that they wanted to throw out. 

trying her best to stop the tears from coming out, she took a seat on the park bench. this was humiliating. there was nothing worse than being out in public and crying her eyes out, but there was no safe place she could cry anyway. this was the best option. 

she took out her phone and hurriedly scrolled through her contacts and pressed call. the wait felt like forever until the person on the other line picked up. not even waiting for a greeting, she started talking. “i can’t do this anymore. i can’t. i can’t stay in that house anymore. dear god, today’s been such an awful day, and i don’t know what to do. everybody hates me. everybody. why is it so hard to be loved?

[sthongbin-blog]

     as hongbin is an unpaid assistant, he doesn’t go to the watering can every day. there’s no obligation keeping him at the flower shop, save for his love for flowers and his... slightly-more-than-fond affection, he supposes, for hakyeon. of course, it doesn’t hurt that the flowers love him, and that the quaint little flower shop is one of the only havens of nature hongbin can find, when it comes to the busy district of gwanak-gu. today happens to be one of the days that the pollution is weighing on him like a rock, and he’s sprawled out lazily in the chair out on the balcony, trying to let himself settle into the comforting call of the flowers and earth. 

     his phone ringing startles him out of a sleepy daze, and he jolts up slightly, wondering if something had happened for hakyeon to be calling him. only it’s not hakyeon’s name that appears on the screen of his phone. curious, he blinks at it for a moment before he answers the call. why would yerim be calling him? 

     except... he doesn’t even get a moment to greet her, words barreling at him at speeds achieved only through high-speed flight, and he gapes for a moment, ears ringing from the hurt, broken words. “i don’t hate you. yerim-ah, what happened?” he finally says after her last sentence, the question still resonating in his ears. 

[yuu-jin]

lee hongbin