#10sted

[94jvn]

10sted:

“We’re still not going on that ride.” He respond almost immediately, wincing a little as the roller-coaster starts rolling upside down. “Looking at it already made me sick to my stomach! Can’t we just get some ice cream and go on the Ferris Wheel instead?”

“Why not?” He inquired, his tone rather whiny as he looked at the male. “Come on, it only looks scary when you stare at it from down here. Once you get on it, you are going to be quite relaxed.” He nodded his head a few times as if he tried to approve his words with this manner, letting out a soft smile right after. “And if you think about food right before the ride it might not be the best for you. We can go on the Ferris Wheel right after this one! Come on!” 

[jxniel-archived]

10sted [ x ]:

“Today was dull.” He sighed, adjusting his tie loosely, before taking them completely off. “I have no motivation, inspiration whatsoever. But then again, today didn’t require drawing..” The male placed stacks of paper onto the table; all of it being all his designs that he drafted out the night before. “The customer kept making me fix this and that. Jesus Christ, if you don’t like it, then do it yourself old geezer.”

Rough day it must have been for him, despite the young man saying it in such a suppressed manner with his choice of adjective. Junhee simply observed him talk, her cup of tea pressed against her lips, but the liquid remaining at the bottom—it was a great decision that she wasn’t drinking any. Her eyes widened at the piles the other suddenly showed on the table. Also, she startled at the other’s comment about his client.

“How many times did you have to make modifications…? Don’t tell me that what you are showing me right now are them…” Curious like she would usually, a hand went above it, taking a few papers and glancing at all the designs. She couldn’t help but frown as she couldn’t really notice the subtle changes that would transition one drawing to the other. “Was he that picky? Wow…”

[no-zomi]

whiskey.

[ Drop a drink into my ask box and my muse’ll prepare it: ]

Whiskey - My muse wants to get drunk with yours and do stupid things.

         Jay seems almost normal, human when tipsy, few drinks awaking a sort of sociability in the male. His eyes are always hazy, holding an odd glint of some mystery behind, something unexplicable when he stares at somebody, slender fingers tracing the side of his already empty glass. Quickly spotting a young man on the opposite side, he tilts his head the slightest bit, eyes scanning his features before locking on his wrists.

❝– Nice tattoos. ❞ Jay mutters lowly, smirk tugging on the corners of his lips. The latter seems equally keen on getting drunk. This fact makes Jay curious and without hesitation, he inquires.   ❝– Hey, kid… wanna play? ❞

[nightscaped-archive]

10sted

The days were slowly growing warmer but that fact alone offered Kael no comfort, nor had they ever done -- not even back when he had cause to fear the cold. Even the sunlight saved little and the obscurity of night was as favoured as ever. Yet it was in that weak glow, the one that promised heat was on its way (great, he’d have to be careful of dressing a little less...darkly -- black and leather was never a good combination in the summer, unless you were rather a fan of overheating, which Kael decidedly was not).

He slid away from the bus shelter against which he’d been leaning, aggravated by the fact he’d be been waiting for what he’d decided was far too long. In reality, he was just incredibly impatient and wanted to get everything out of the way as soon as possible. “Oi, kid”, he sighed, head canted in the vague direction of the man waiting beside him (whether or not Kael really had any right to be calling him ‘kid’ was arguable), “You got any clue when this thing’s supposed to come or what?”

[haracu-blog]

"Where's the pizza? Are you a pizza person?"

starters: drunken texts & calls

Instead of indulging herself with a delicious treat, she was there, posing this and that halfheartedly. Has it been an hour or two? Probably three or even more. Hara was in the middle of filming a new photo shoot for a well-known brand and her stomach was feeling queasy more than ever during the snapshot process. A short span of resting time would be necessary but she had decided to just endure whatever pain she was feeling in the gut since the coordinators informed her that the session was about to end. She hasn’t eaten a single drop of anything since the said morning; not because of diet reasons but she truly had no spare time to grab a bite due to the fact that she was running late. 

Could it be destiny or just vaguely perfect timing that her cellular phone rang along with a series of vibrations endlessly, which eventually caused for the director to announce a ten minute break as she wished. Faint enthusiasm was starting to etch across her face, as the female idol herself answered the call without even bothering to look at the caller id. She greeted the other line by voicing out a bright ‘hello’. Whoever you are, you’re an angel, she thought. However, her smile degraded to a frown that very moment she heard him speak, and on top of that, how weird and odd his inquiry was. Has he gone insane? There was a probability that her friend was drunk. In broad daylight though? Moreover, her stomach made a quite unpleasing sound at the mere mention of pizza. She was starving and a slice or two would satisfy her hungry self. With her forehead creased, causing for her facial features to distort at minimum as well, Hara responded once more. “Yah, can pizzas strut on runways? Can they perform energy-draining dance routines? Are you drunk again? Where are you?” 

Questions after the other. It was rather annoying to hear but she couldn’t help it. She was a tad bit worried with a little feeling of annoyance. He was supposed to be at work, no? Was he slacking off again? After a split second or so, Hara allowed an inexplicable laughter to escape through her dainty lips. Maybe, just maybe, she was truly the insane one for getting herself so exaggeratedly concerned over a ridiculous inquisitive pizza-related statement. 

[alleiore-blog]

&: 10sted wants a starter !!

                                                   ❝ I would only go if there was cake.

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◈ ⋯⋯ A snort comes out before anything else. A freaking snort in front of a cute guy. Though his reply was hilarious, I tried to pull out a pout but jutting out my lower lip. We both sat side by side staring out into the morning street of Seoul through a clear mirror of the convenient store. I have to admit that I enjoy sneaking out in the morning to avoid the chaotic members and to just get some yogurt. A pack of five yakurutos, to be exact. It was my thing, my little hide out for fifteen minutes in the morning.      ⋯ I didn’t mind when a male figure sat beside me and didn’t pay much attention as my eyes were still shut close. ( with probably a hundred eye boogers, gross. ) With my little straw, I cleaned the first two bottles of yogurt while scrolling on my phone. Let’s see what fans are saying about me this morning. I’ll admit it here, and here only, I like reading up on the comments. Netizens are ruthless but... I like reading it. What they’re thinking is all that I care about at times. Super unhealthy, but my career depends on their fondness of me.     ⋯ With an abundant amount of dislikes, my eyes drew to the comment as I read, ‘Throwing a party the day Bang Minah dies’. Ow? They shouldn’t be wishing on my death! My brows furrowed to the center, my nostrils flared, my eyes ran through the sentence a few more times. Taken back from the comment, I repeated it again but out loud this time. And this is when pretty boy replied to me with his comment.  

    ❛ You would go to my death party if there was cake?     Great! Now when I die, I can’t even have my own cake!     They’re probably going to have good cake too!     I mean.. it’s for me.     Would you not go if I give you a yogurt drink?     Pretty please?

[sxnnersxxnt-blog]

10sted

“Uh--... excuse me... Do you maybe... have a dollar I could borrow?”

[hvnnid]

"Some weather we're having, huh?"

With a noise of protest, Sehun pushed himself off of his seat and out of his company’s van, umbrella situated in his right hand; making sure he himself was covered. Ignoring all the commotion around him, Sehun began making his way towards the nearest liquor store – having spent the whole day running on water and nothing else. His patience was wearing thin, and hunger was beginning to take over the more the time passed. After being asked to stop and get a snack, he instantly took that offer and thus, here he was; risking his life in the pouring rain (not really) for a bag of cheetos. With a somewhat content grin and a snack in mind, the male entered the store; zooming towards the chip aisle. In the process of doing so, however, he had collided with another figure, who had dropped the soda he was drinking - watching it spill all over the ground. “Shit,” Sehun cursed his clumsy self aloud. “Shit. I’m sorry.” With a meek smile, the male bowed at the other, clearing his throat. “Um. I was in a rush, and I didn’t see where I was going. Can I make it up to you by buying you another soda?” He inquires carefully, watching the other male’s reaction.“Sure.” The other male – who turned out to be Ty, responded with a chuckle. Sehun furrowed his brows. Rather than being annoyed, the male was chuckling at Sehun, as if the whole encounter hadn’t happened. Interesting, Sehun thought.“I – okay.” When the both of them were back in line, Sehun with both a bag of chips and a soda for the other, Ty spoke again. “Some weather we’re having, huh?” With a quiet snort in response, Sehun knew they were bound to be friends after this.