#021213

[the5sosarchive]

Calum posted on Instagram — Feb. 12th, 2013

[louevak]

02.12.13 British Fashion Awards

[musketitties]

➥ Typo lyrical genius Myungsoo strikes yet again. 

[afterthedot]

Completing the para that is entitled “Nightmare”, done with Key.

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The male's head lifted gently upon hearing her query, noting that it was a suggestion that had inadvertently slipped out. Nonetheless, the twitches of his mouth made a smile flood into his pale appearance. "Sure," agreed Key thoughtfully. "I'm surprised that someone like you designed, actually. No offense, of course." Subsequently, he stood up from his seat and fetched the cup of water that Junhee dreaded that he would do. However, it was with a pleasant smile that she accepted his gentlemanly and willing offer. The freshman thanked him, and felt obliged to respond to his initial conclusion. "Ah..." trailed off the brunette quietly. "As for that, I don't do so often. In fact, this is my first."

Key's astonishment showed, for it was the first time he had found someone on campus that tried for something that wasn't in their particular field. His kind eyes nearly narrowed in suspicion, for the girl was reeking of a certain emotion. Had he been wronged to assume that she was harmless? Now, he had even invited her into his quarters, and stolen works may not be his top priority to look out for. The unfamiliar foreboding feeling threatened overwhelmed him. Luckily for him, the brunette started on explaining her idea on a blank piece of paper. The exemplary lines were expressed, and he had to admit that her suggestions were rather good for a neophyte.

Nevertheless, a frown marred her features at the arrival of the distinct problem. Choi Junhee had sketched a long dress, one said to have a black top and an orange dress that would billow with the slightest breeze. Strangely, in the way she had pictured it, it appeared as though there was to be a pale veil that surrounded the hemline of the garment until it cut at the knees neatly. Eventually, the twenty year old girl engaged in a serious stare at the other twenty year old boy until he grew uncomfortable. "... How do you light up the bottom of this dress without burning the whole thing?" asked Junhee finally as she pointed to the veil-like thing she sketched. Key looked at her in great disbelief before letting out an honest reaction.

"What?!"

At the very least, the girl had not been offended or hurt by that response. In fact, she might have calculated it. After the male student had calmed down, the female student proposed her request once more. "It's not you'd be around to see it happen, so don't worry," quipped Junhee with a slight shrug. "It would be wonderful if you know of such a material though, or if it's possible without being a human torch." Sighing at the scale of her notions when it pertained to her dress design, he couldn't help but to resign to his fate. It was mirthful that she kept loyal to that attitude of hers anyway. With a heavy heart -- although he didn't really know why -- he whispered the name of the material in her ear chastely, and it made her beam wide.

"Thank you, Key!" exclaimed Junhee with delight. "I really owe you one." He only smiled at her simplicity. The girl spent a few more hours at his place before returning to hers at daybreak, since they were both unable to sleep in the first place. It was nightmares that they shared and didn't at the same time. Giving her a farewell wave, Key couldn't help but to think that his fears about the girl being a threat somehow was just some nonsense that his mind had made up. She really was as harmless as a fly, in his opinion. Having that particular notion in mind, the male only smiled once more before drifting to sleep easily.

If only he knew, however, how badly he had misjudged the girl for she was the bearer of infinite nightmares and darkness in the months to follow afterwards.

[juniel-jju]

✍ (shamelessly sends you one on this account too)

Send me a ✍: for a letter from my muse to yours. 

Dear Kevin,

I don’t think you can ever fathom the depths of my gratitude for your presence that one June morning. Of trickery and inadequacy, we had found each other lost in a multi-storey fun house — and we definitely agreed that it was a far cry from the fun it was supposed to promote. Since we were both stuck in this labyrinth of madness that was probably designed to drive people insane, we teamed up to fight for an exit. Perhaps to you, the memory of it all is dreadfully entertaining, but to me, it is still considerably haunting. It is not like I fear clowns, by the way. I just don’t like them.

Anyway, I must apologize for taking a bit of time before arriving to my purpose of writing this. It is probable that you’re already frowning at this letter that have arrived at your doorstep. I would not be astonished at such a response. Nevertheless, do not be taken aback if you continue reading and notice me seeking for forgiveness later like some penitent evildoer. For I must warn you that this piece have not been written in the best state of mind, and in a moment like the one mentioned, you might hear a lot more than you wish to. Proceed with caution, Mister Woo.

This letter is corrupted and sin-filled in the most unimaginable way possible.

I know you a lot more than you think I do. You may beg to differ, but you cannot. Not when you see what I have to say; what I have to pen down before I go haywired. Tell me — what were you doing last week down the empty hallway? You’re not going to tell me? If not, I shall. As you know, you were there with a man alone. And with a man alone, you are obviously aware of what I’m suggesting right now…

I can’t be a hypocrite by saying I accept it. Personally, I do not condone such actions at all. However, even as a part of me intends to criticize heartlessly and darkly, I will not let that demon win. Instead, I only want you to know that I have acquired such information by a total accident, and I have a gut feeling that it is a secret that you are trying to protect. I will not jeopardize our ties just because of this, just because of my own feelings when it concerns this matter, for it is not the differences that should make us enemies. So I will tuck this data away in a place unknown, and you, my friend, shall learn to be more careful. In spite of the daggers that have been embedded throughout this letter, I only hope that you are able to see the vestige of my best wishes for you. With this, even this liar has come to a satisfied end in portraying these assailing emotions.

Remember who’s watching you.

[chasingsatellites]

I'm done with you now.

[thoseinconceivablethoughts]

I will remain by your side, eternally.