#( .convos )

[laufaes]

@abvnai​ | cont.

    he’d been out on a mission that required the use of time travel and fixing a strange occurrence that had happened during the earlier week; none of the avengers happy about him being acquainted with the weapon that caused chaos before but deciding it was their only hope and thankfully, loki was in a swell enough mood to agree. it all went according to plan and the god had returned everyone within a few hours, evening slowly approaching but enough daylight to spare for him to take a detour and head towards the library, wanting to grab something for later when sleep failed to claim him. he could teleport, could use his magic to conjure up a random novel and surprise himself, yet long legs continued to carry him down the corridor, pass the floor windows that offered a splendid view of the city stretching beyond the horizon. and as if on cue, he can hear the familiar voice, feminine and determined. she’s marking the topic as her own and somehow loki can picture how she must look-- so bold and fearless, much like a valkyrie boosting morale. he doesn’t know what beau is to him ( friends seem quite far-fetched in his miserable assumption ) and he to her in return. aside from their late night talks and casual greetings when passing, there’s really nothing solid. however, he won’t deny growing very fond of her company more than the others roaming the tower. his strides slow, curiosity in what had her worked up so passionately when the sound of skin meeting skin in the harshest of joining echoes within the hall. and he’s no fool as to what just happened, even more so when the angry male voice booms with scoldings.

             how dare he. . .

    it washes over him like onslaughts of tidal waves, drowning him without purpose or care. that anger which crushes all sensible reason seems to fly out the damn window and no longer is he the taciturn god who kept his distance. bang. the sound resonates, pulsates against walls and marbled floor. bangbangbang, steady as a war drum. one minute there’s no one in sight before the sudden flutter of green light splits the space between beau and the agent--- and gold splits flesh of a palm wide, a dagger carving ever so gently into a bobbing adam’s apple. his movement is fast, elegant and smooth without ever missing a beat nor staining a stitch of fabric on his midnight suit. ❛ i would normally carve out your tonsils...❜  the rest is a gruesome threat that sends the agent in the opposite direction and cursing, damning loki as a monster and so forth.

   beau moving and speaking is the only thing that makes loki turn around, expression harboring concern and seething rage at the same time. both staff and dagger are waved away, distance closed as the god brings a hand up, surprisingly gentle when his thumb trails over her cheek.  ❛  are you all right? ❜  he asks, accent tender and no longer sharp and dangerous. loki purposely ignores her question for a bit, intently searching her eyes as if an answer pooled within them before lithe digits fix a loose strand behind her ear, frown forming.  ❛  i have my reasons for all that i do, beau. same as you. ❜  beginning to step back, he remains silent as ever.

[eastsolis02]

⏪ || @95sonnae​

    Dongsun had seen that face so many times before, he couldn’t understand her intention of using her hair to obscure her visage. Nonetheless, he could distinguish differences between the past and the present. One thing was for sure, her brighter demeanor was such a breath of fresh air, a beautiful scenery he was more than happy to see for himself. It might be why she felt this way towards him until now. Even he wasn’t one to deny the complicated feelings with the kind of relationship they had before.

    At the display of her uncharacteristic politeness, he couldn’t help but let out an amused chortle. Still, he bowed his head in a polite manner in return. 

    ❝Ahh. When did I stop looking handsome for you~? Shame.❞ he jested as her manners back in the day were more... straightforward and emotional. ❝It’s an understatement to say that it’s been a while. You still look as surprised as ever whenever we meet, though. Am I that scary now?❞

[eastsolis02]

⏪ || @hailyutae

     Dongsun returned the other's smile with his own, albeit softer. While a soft-spoken individual, he wasn't shy to direct compliments at another when he felt like it. 

     Besides, it felt good every time he praised anything. He was harsh on himself, but it wasn't the same treatment towards everyone else. It was an unspoken advocacy of his to make the world a little better for anyone, even in the smallest of ways.

     But then, the worst hit him. Not a minute ago, he wrote scribbled ideas without hurdles. Now, his mind was a blank without warning. His jaw clenched, irritation from zero to an all time high. Instead of taking it out on his surroundings, he leaned back against his seat and let out a loud, vexed sigh.

     He thought he could be on a roll for once. He felt like a drought with lyrics these days. And he needed some output soon if he wanted to submit a song for the next big comeback of an artist or group. Deadlines were as much of a bane in existence as these pesky mental blocks of his.

     When the other male came back with his drunk, Dongsun smiled, massaging his nape. He could feel the twinges at the back of his head, due to the likely sudden spike in stress. “Funny story, because inspiration left when you did to make that drink,” he chuckled. “Turns out I'm meant to drink and not work here, after all. I thought I'd be able to finish something. I should just relax...”

[eastsolis02]

[ teach ] - sooah

[ PROMPT ] || [ teach ] your muse taking control of mine’s hand, arm, hips, etc. to make sure they do something correctly.  

     Even if they were making their way around the music store together, Dongsun still wondered if it was a good idea to bring Sooah in this kind of establishment.

     Actually, it had been in his mind for a while to buy some new equipment for his studio at his place, so he thought of suggesting to drop by a visit to the store after she asked what they could do after they finished enjoying another meal together. He felt that this was like a pragmatic plan of action.

     And it was at that point where he realized that although their good friendship remained in tact, he didn’t really know anything else about her, not after their separation. For someone like Dongsun, the small details was just as important in painting the whole picture.

     In fact, the only new thing he discovered about Sooah was her life-changing event when she brought her child into the world and bravely raised her daughter on her own. She might have been worried of judgment from Dongsun like anyone else would be, but her image as a matured and nurturing figure tugged at his heartstrings more than anything.

     Perhaps a part of him still held onto the past they once had. After all, they knew each other since the peak of their youth filled with dreams and unbridled joy for the future that once awaited them.

     On the other hand, their conversations nowadays became something he genuinely enjoyed. There were remnants of the jovial enjoyment they used to share, but presently, they were a breath of fresh air. It just felt good to talk to someone regularly, especially with someone whom he had never stopped having fond feelings towards.

     He might be worrying over nothing again, that he was deluding himself in own worries and anxieties– A price that came to pay with his overly pensive tendencies.

     And as soon as Dongsun glanced at Sooah attempting to play notes on a keyboard tentatively, it seemed he was right in his assumption that he was overthinking like always. He could notice curiosity and focus in her expression as it looked she was memorizing specific notes.

     Did she have a song in mind that she wanted to play? The way she played the notes made Dongsun recall some songs off of the top of his head. It could be anyone’s guess to what song she wanted to try out.

     Still, he wanted to see if she could get the hang of it before intervening and interrupting her concentration. He turned his back on her to check on some equipment a bit more before finally making way back, a smile gracing his lips.

     “Looks like you’re trying to figure out something there,” he pointed out. “Is it a song I know? Maybe I can teach you.”

     Sooah quickly pulled her hands away, shaking her head and smiling rather sheepishly. “O-Oh! No, it’s nothing really. I was just playing random notes. Did you find what you need?”

     “Yeah, I already knew what I had in mind from the start. But it’s better to check just in case there’s something better than that, you know? And since there really isn’t anything that’s one step ahead of the model I’m looking for, I’ll just buy what’s been planned.” He offered her a soft smile, his expression shifted into a thoughtful one.

     He then placed his fingers on the keyboard, playing the first familiar track that came to his own mind. Sooah threw him a quizzical look, a sign that it wasn’t the song that she had on mind.

     And on his second attempt, with a change of tempo and notes in the casual way he played the instrument, her eyes widened in surprise. His lips parted into a smile.

     “Is this what you’re trying to do just now?”

     “Yeah.” She nodded, fascinated. “How did you find out?”

     “Ah, well– When I’ve worked with music for a living, I can think of some songs that’s left lasting impressions.” He chuckled. “So, do you want to try it out?”

     Her hesitance and contemplation was more charming that he thought. Even with passage of time, he felt like there was still fragments of youth that managed to reemerge on the occasion.

     “Since you offered, there’s nothing really stopping me now, is there?”

     A victorious expression painted on Dongsun’s visage as a smile was exchanged betwee them before he went through the notes one by one. And sometimes, he took his forte in music for granted. This was his passion, and not to mention that he did this for a living, so he thought teaching someone how a song was played could be just as easy.

     So as Sooah fumbled on some of the notes, perhaps he could introduce her to another approach that his professors and friends from university used whenever he didn’t get the hang of a musical piece.

     “Excuse me, but may I?” Dongsun offered his own hand, a polite smile on his lips. In contrast, his heart pounded wildly inside his chest. Thank goodness he had his sunglasses to cover any kind of embarrassing expression that must be on his face right now.

     Sooah’s surprised expression was something he committed to memory. And her response was placing her hand on the keyboard, her skin coming into contact with his. And he swore he felt sparks just from that alone just now.

     Although the intention was to simply teach her a song, he also slowly began to revel in the assumption that she probably wasn’t opposed to anything if she was willing to let Dongsun take her hand like this.

     At least, he could convince himself that that was the best case scenario out of this kind of situation. He didn’t want to take advantage of it, though. It only took a few tries until he let her hand go and let her play the song on her own.

     And as she applied what he had taught, she looked absolutely delighted. Her glee mirrored in his own expression, his heart reminding him yet again that his buried feelings were making their way back faster than he thought.

     Paying a visit to the music store ended up being the best idea of his after all. // @latibulx

[eastsolis02]

Dongsun to Kibum: “I kissed you because I didn’t know what else to do.”

[ PROMPT ]  Friends or more? Sentence Starters

     A few days ago, he was desperate to perfect a song for a group he was actually good friends with whom he shared a pleasant history with.

     Everyone else told him it was already qualified to make it as a title track, but he felt that there was something lacking– right when it was about time to submit the final version for the executive and sales committees to review.

     Compared to his previous company, Dongsun didn’t have any say on the decision, so he turned to the person he could discuss this matter to instead. He was so desperate for an extension that he was willing to ask Kibum a favor on his behalf.

     Dongsun dreaded that Kibum would stop his delusions and face reality, but surprisingly, he was going to do his best to convince an extension just so the song could be better than it already was. His reputation as the head was on the line, so all he asked Dongsun was to make it a song that would sell beyond expectations.

     That, and a date with him.

     And whether it was romantic or platonic was up to interpretation, although it was apparent what their views towards the so-called “date” was.

     So fast forward to present time, Dongsun didn’t expect things to escalate to this over something like petty jealousy, but he also did break a promise to spend time with Kibum for the rest of the night.

     But taking someone home who was inebriated was a valid reason, right? Unfortunately, it just wasn’t any person he helped get back to his own apartment. It was the same person who had been vying for Dongsun’s affection while being fully aware of Kibum’s pursuits towards him the entire time.

     What else could Dongsun do, though? Blissfully ignore someone who could barely take care of himself? At least he had the courtesy to send a text postponing their rendezvous for another time.

     What he certainly did not expect out of all this was to bump into Kibum en route to Minho’s place. Thankfully, Minho didn’t notice Kibum at all from his drunken state, but Dongsun felt his and Kibum’s eyes met. And the message sent was not positive at all.

     It didn’t help that Minho was just as eager in showing affection towards someone like Dongsun. The only difference was he was softer, sweeter, and warmer. It almost reminded the producer of himself in his teens, when he used to be hopelessly in love with–

     He shook his head. This wasn’t the time to think about Kibum of all people.

     As if the heavens and gods heard his prayers, nothing else happened. Minho probably wouldn’t remember anything about tonight, and Dongsun was relieved his colleague was able to make it home safely. So now, he only had to worry about his neighbor, boss, and… (ex? That sounded outdated to the kind of confusing relationship they had now).

     Stepping out of the elevator of his apartment’s floor after a rather long night, Dongsun was surprised to see Kibum waitng for him in the hallway. Folded arms, a ducked head, his back against the wall, and an unreadable yet grim expression. The sight made the younger male swallow in growing nervousness.

     Best to start explaining himself.

     “Uh, I–”

     “So, I got stood up over him of all people?” From Dongsun’s perspective, Kibum felt like he was itching to take a drag of a cigarette. “That’s a point to him, I guess? Man, I feel so lame right now.”

     The reaction wasn’t aggressive, but Dongsun could sense a bitter aftertaste in the other’s voice.

     “We can always do it some other time, though–”

     “You know what? It’s fine. I just did my part as my boss. You can forget the other part of the deal. It’s not like you wanted it in the first place, right? I was just…” Being selfish. “…Never mind.”

     “But…”

     “I told you, it’s fine. It’s been a long day for the both of us.” He waved his hand, moving away from the wall he leaned against. “Get some sleep. I’ll see you tomorrow. I’ll just take a smoke outside.” He then turned his back on Dongsun and began his steps towards the elevator.

     The frustration made Dongsun clench his fists. Why wouldn’t Kibum give a chance to hear him out? How could he make him listen, then?

     Dongsun had always been someone who thought of his own actions like a game of chess. He was meticulous and careful at all times. But seeing Kibum walk away from him– when he was the person who tried to chase someone like Dongsun all this time, just threw all that sense and rationality out of the window.

     Biting his bottom lip, he went after Kibum and grabbed his arm tightly. And as soon as Kibum turned his face around, Dongsun pulled him in for a kiss.

     Dongsun didn’t even bother to spare a glance for the other’s reaction, only trying to pull back when most of the tension somehow escaped from Kibum. And unsurprisingly, Dongsun didn’t realize what he had done until he felt Kibum’s arms wrap around him to return the kiss with such gentleness that the younger male couldn’t comprehend was even possible.

     His heart pounded like a drum that he swore he could hear them loudly in his ears. Everything about it actually felt… nice. It could be from relief or exhaustion– But he might as well let himself bask in the memories to remind him that these were indeed the kisses they used to share so long ago.

     And for once, Dongsun didn’t push him away. He just gently pulled away from the contact for fear that he might get swept away again.

     “Why?” Kibum asked, his voice sounding confused yet elated at the same time.

     “I…” Dongsun could feel his face burn with heat the more he looked back on his own actions just now. God, he felt like he was about to die from sheer embarrassment alone. “I kissed you because I didn’t know what else to do.”

     “Well, whatever your intention was. It worked.” Finally, he listened. But then, Dongsun was met with such a breathtaking smile that he had to look away.

     No, he convinced himself. This isn’t love. This isn’t love. This isn’t love. But no matter the intense denial, his racing heart told him otherwise. Worst part of it all was that he knew right from the start. // @multiplythatbyinfinity

[eastsolis02]

plotted starter || @multiplythatbyinfinity

     Ahh, this feels right. I knew it, I’m better off alone. This is exactly why I don’t want this. It’ll just hurt all over again.

     In contrast to his emotions, it was a bright, sunny day. After a couple of nights of lonesome drinking, Dongsun finally decided to pay a visit to the great outdoors. It was a much needed breather after confining himself in what almost felt like solitary confinement; a punishment for himself just by simply breathing. 

     The exhausting emotions that had resurfaced was reminiscent of the time he didn’t want to remember. What he felt in the present already felt heavy and painful to begin with. He knew better than to bring past baggage with him in this time of emotional turmoil. It was a time long forgotten, so much so that he couldn’t even remember what that person was supposed to look like now. 

     And so, he found himself walking aimlessly in the great outdoors, and yet, he felt out of touch with reality that he found himself disoriented at the such a change of scenery that he needed somewhere to sit and take deep breaths. He could be experiencing a late hangover, or it was his tendency to overthink set into overdrive. Whatever the case was, he wanted it to stop.

     It was much harder when he could figure out what he felt. Heartbreak. Unrequited feelings. Sadness. Desperation. Exhaustion. Anger. Self-loathing. He thought things could change this time, that he could finally get over the hurdle of opening himself to the thought of loving someone else. It seemed that scenario was way too good to be true for the likes of him. 

     This could make the perfect song to write about, but his mind was at a disconnect with his own emotional well-being that he would just rather go on another drinking session to drown all his sorrows even for just a short while. 

     Inconveniently, he forgot how he was able to get over his first heartbreak. But at the same time, he knew deep inside why. His first love was the reason why he ended up like this: a complete jaded, bitter mess of emotions in the body of a songwriter. He had to get over this sooner or later though, especially since he was going to work at a new label tomorrow.

     After what felt like forever, he finally reached a park with a vacant bench to sit on. With slouched shoulders and clasped hands, he took a moment to breathe and reflect. I’ll be alone. I’m better off alone, he internally chanted like a mantra. I knew this’d happen, but damn, why does it have to be this painful? Under the guise of his sunglasses, tears unexpectedly pricked his eyes. He couldn’t remember the last time he acted this way, but he found it embarrassing to do such thing outdoors, so he quickly tried to wipe them off with his fingers.

[eastsolis02]

plotted starter || @luxinexitium

     Taking his phone out of his pocket while taking slow, cautious steps through the crowd, he checked the time. 9:00 P.M.?

     Time flies when you have fun they said.

     Dongsun's nose crinkled, holding a glass of wine in hand as he finally made his way out of a conversation for the nth time that night.

     Maybe he needed to review his notes again, because he barely knew who these attendees in the party were, even though they claimed they were from the entertainment industry as well. The producer considered himself far less knowledgeable compared to other people involved in the industry, but he could have at least recognized a face or two. And they didn't look that far apart from him in age. Was he missing out on something?

     He scanned the faces in the crowd through his sunglasses, none of which still rang a bell to him. Perhaps this was a party organized for the hardworking staff? The people making the magic happen behind the scenes? Because then, everything about this organized event would make sense. It looked lively enough though, and everyone seemed to be having a good time except for--

     “Ah--”

     Being left to his own thoughts caused a unintentional mild collision of shoulders. Experienced with these events (and drinking in general), Dongsun consciously hadn't let a single spill drop from glass. Alcohol seemed to be the only thing he recognized from this party; his companion that would help him last the night.

     “Sorry about that, are you alright? I didn't watch where I was going. I was trying to find familiar faces,” Dongsun explained, the tone in his voice sheepish as he rubbed his nape with his free hand. And upon closer inspection towards the person he bumped into, it seemed he couldn't recognize his face either. He was just like the others.

     Although... There was somehow a different feeling with this particular man compared to the other guests of this party. While Dongsun had a drink in hand, the other male seemed to be munching on something. “Where did you get that? The snack booth?” he inquired curiously. “Is there even a table of food here? I'm starving.”

     He hadn't much of a chance to explore his surroundings yet, because the moment he stepped into the party, he was already bombarded with self-proclaimed fans of his material, as well as other people who were in on the curious bandwagon to the new guest for the night. While it kept him company, Dongsun had never been the biggest fan of entertaining questions from too many people all at once.

     Eventually, the socialization wore him out as he got the chance to excuse himself and enjoy the party on his own terms. He wanted to leave already, but it hadn't even been two hours since he got here. He thought that it would have moved a bit faster, but life had other plans perhaps.