#baekhyunxkr

[krxjongdae]

flying machine || kjd&bbh

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Baekhyun is the most uncomplicated person living on earth, Jongdae can attest that, and every part of him is eternally grateful for that. Jongdae is not too complicated himself, but he thinks too much, or so the older told him. Jongdae agrees to that. It’s not like he is not spontaneous, it’s just that he keeps wondering when he will fuck up – ‘cause he does a lot and he has yet to discover the secret to normal perfection. He’s not asking for much, is he?

He is not too sure what time is it, but the sun shinning through the yellow curtains (clearly not his) let him know he overslept. It’s 9AM or so his wristwatch tells him but it’s a miracle he managed to reach that since he can hardly move. The arm around him has a death grip on his waist which makes him think that the one sleeping next to him had no intention to let him leave. Thank god he doesn’t need to get up to pee during the night.

Baekhyun’s bed is smaller than his - Jongdae should offer to make him a bigger one. he likes big beds – but it’s always the other way around, Baek staying over at Jongdae’s, so he supposes he can survive for one night. Jongdae stretches his limbs like a cat who just woke up from a nap and proceeds to slither free from Baekhyun’s grasp. And then he tickles him. “Wake up sleepy-head, you said we had to get up early.”

[krxyeri-blog]

intoxicated;; kyr & bbh

@baekhyunxkr

yeri didn’t go out often. not because she didn’t want to, but rather because she just didn’t have the time, but on the rare occasion that her girl friends were able to drag the florist out the house, it was safe to say that she went hard. since she lived alone and relatively closer to the nightclubs, the girls would always come to her house to pre-drink before heading out for the night. it was well known between her fiends, the youngest girl definitely had the worst tolerance when it came to drink alcohol. however, that didn’t stop her from downing an incredible amount of alcohol before heading out.

he cold air made the girl wish she had worn garments with sleeves, or hell, a jacket would have done the trick, but she couldn’t go back now. at least the cold air would bring her enough sobriety to pretend like she wasn’t as drunk as she actually was to the bouncers, who miraculously let her in. 

as the group predicted, the club was full. with bodies dancing against each other in moves that would have made most elderly ladies blush, and soon enough the group of girls joined the mass of bodies, dancing to the beat of music. she remembered faintly looking over at the bar and seeing a familiar face, she waved at baekhyun before being pulled deeper towards the dance floor.

after some dancing, the girl decided to make their way to the bar for some alcohol consumption, which finally gave her the opportunity to greet the other properly. “baekkie!” she slurred happily when the other approached her. “can i get two gin and tonic? pretty please~”

[krxilhoon]

Light Outside

baekhyunxkr :

“Do you want to eat something or lie back down?” 

Ilhoon hates throwing up yet, he knows that’s what happens when he gets into trouble with mixed drinks. It’s not that he drank a lot (he did), it’s just that he didn’t pick just one thing to get drunk, he was greedy and flipped every glass he got his hands on. Ask him what he drank and it will be impossible to go through it all. A few cocktails, beer, a couple of shots (who knows what those had inside) but the tequila did it, that’s where his memories end although he’s sure there was a lot more than he can’t recall. 

He really just wants quiet hangovers that he can’t seem to have, less time emptying a half empty stomach and better headaches; whatever that means, really. Instead, he is forced to see the remains of his dinner while he forces himself not to whine after each spasm his stomach goes through. Can’t he just be a happy drunk without his body protesting?

His hand reaches up to flush the toilet once he’s sure he’s done but he makes no movement to raise his head from the bowl, using it as a headrest instead as he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. “I want to die, leave me here to die, will you?” He starts, dramatic as always, but Baekhyun is probably used to that. He’s seen Ilhoon drunk out of his mind enough times to know he’s a mess during and after or maybe not so much during because he is a happy and fun drunk, it’s the aftermath that gets nasty. The floor is cold and his ass is freezing but he is as limp as noodle and he holds the cup he’s given carelessly enough that he spills at least a quarter of its content before it even touches his lips. He takes a mouthful, gargles and spits it out so he can get rid of the sour taste in his mouth. There is contemplation in drinking the rest but he only does it a few seconds later.

[krxjieun]

☎ : List three or more people they would call out for during an emergency.

☎ : List three or more people they would call out for during an emergency.

Persephone

Yes, they live in disregard for each other, neither of them necessarily needing the others presence. It’s an ignorance is bliss relationship. Besides, Persephone is perfectly happy lounging back and not having to deal with all the bullshit being a goddess naturally provides. That being said, if Jieun was ever in serious trouble this would be the first name to call. Yes, this would open up a world of issues as they would finally have to fight on occupying the same space and they have some clashing personality traits that would alter Jieun a lot. But they take care of each other and would do so in a heartbeat. Jieun’s conscious self might not know it, but this would be the first name to say if she was ever truly helpless.

TaeminJieun probably puts far too much of her heart into this man. She figures, rightly or not, he’ll somehow always be her savior. She wants to believe that he’d always put her above anything and if love is real then what she feels towards him just might be it. She’d hate to let him see her in trouble but, if she ever managed to get herself in a less-than-ideal situation Jieun would want nothing more than to have Taemin there. 

However if her life was on the line, no matter how much she’d want too, she could never stand to let him see that. Aliyah It comes with being Best Friends. Aliyah is the first person to learn about anything in Jieun’s life and therefore, if it’s ever at stake, this girl would be very much so on the forefront of her mind. 

Besides, to Jieun, Aliyah is one of the most badass woman around. Who better to have at her side? 

Jimin

It’s hard for Jieun to imagine a world without Jimin. He’s a bit strange, yes. And Jieun doesn’t think she understands everything about him but end of the day she leans on him for so much support. And he gives it. 

Depending on the emergency at hand she just might reach out to him first. He makes her feel a little more sane when she thinks about how alive plants seem to her - and not in a simply biological way. No one has a better shoulder to cry on, bottle of red, or willingness to help out anything in a pinch. 

[krxyuju-blog]

Chances

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Knock, knock, knock.

The sound of her bumping her knuckles on the door echoed through the corridor. She felt uncertain, restless with the idea of even standing there, this was all too foreign to her, uncomfortable but at the same time, required. The Red Light Club had been one of her favorite ever since she left the orphanage, her presence there was more common than in any other nightlife establishment in Seoul. It wasn’t long until she became closer to one of the bartenders. He was easy to talk to and the alcohol helped with her being more approachable and as fun life could be, they discovered they were neighbors on the same night she moved to the Sunhwa apartments. 

Knock, knock, knock.

Impatient, she knocked three more times. Why as she there, something that she kept asking in those brief seconds. Baekhyun was the closest she had to a friend besides Hansol and Ilhoon and for some reason, she enjoyed his company. Everyone were busy and she felt lonely, knowing he was at home at this hour, the thought of paying him a visit filled her mind. And as she was about to give up on that idea and stepping away, the door opened, making her stutter. “H-hi. Uh, hi. You busy?”

[krxilhoon]

☆ : Would they ever wish upon a falling star? If so, what would they wish?

“Money, love, fashion, fame and all that’s in between” He says, but probably something like happiness, peace of mind, endless supplies of cookies and ice cream… you know, the really important stuff.  

[krxilhoon]

2:37 A.M.

{ 7:02 a.m. } he wakes up early but only because Jack reminds him dutifully that he needs to walk him and even helps his owner get up by playfully pulling at his covers. he groans, but gets up. thirty minutes later, they’re back and he’s back into bed so he can sleep until he feels like a person again.

{ 11:32 a.m. }

It’s early for him, considering he has that terrible habit of being awake when everyone is asleep and he blames it on his job as if that part-time at the club that he does twice, maybe thrice a week is the sole reason why he can’t go to bed early. Old habits die hard. He remembers a time where he didn’t want to go to bed; not to sleep at least, but he can’t stop the memories and they follow through easily: neon lights and lots of red -- it's the color of passion, someone told him once, but he never delved too deep into symbology even if he should remember some of it because he is a painter after all, he should know better about color coordination. but he only knows how it makes him feel and not what it means. red is warm - hot - and overwhelming and it used to bring laughter to his days; fill his ears, drum against his chest. 

[ but red is also pain ]

he opens the first cabinet to grab a bowl and sets it on the table. in his quest to the fridge, he finds eggs (and takes two), some leftover kimchi and the last of the orange juice he bought last week. Things seem to last longer now and he should be grateful for the less frequent trips to the supermarket because if there’s something Ilhoon hates is to carry heavy things all the way back to the apartment.  He means to make an omelet, but he touches it too soon, parting both ends and is too lazy to try to fix it. Scrambled eggs it is then. 

there are no appointments at the tattoo parlor -- he double checked -- and the hyungs will be out to attend some convention. it’s tuesday, so he doesn’t need to head over to allure later tonight either. he finds this fortunate though, he still has that end-of-semester project that he needs to work on (although he thinks it’s going terribly). he finds that he can’t look at it for longer than twenty minutes today, his mind is not with him so his hand will only do worse. 

he eats instant noodles at 4 p.m. while sitting on his couch and that’s lunch, but only because he couldn’t stand the growling of his stomach anymore. Jack munches on his bone-shaped snacks at the foot of the couch even though his belly is full (ilhoon doesn’t let his son skip meals). he’s rewatching the last episode of a drama he finished a month ago, but he really likes that episode so he doesn’t mind that he’s probably seen it three or maybe four times after that first one. Jack doesn’t mind it either if that means he can jump onto the couch after he finishes all his snacks to snuggle to his owner. Ilhoon pets his head as the pup leans against his side. 

{ 7 p.m. }

he should probably get up. he kinda wants to pee but he’s too lazy to move so he doesn’t. he can hold it in. 

{ 8:21 p.m. }

he wakes up from a weird dream that doesn’t make sense but that he forgets as soon as he opens his eyes. he really needs to pee, so this time he obeys his body. 

{ 10:10 p.m. }

the delivery guy gives him a pointed look as he retrieves the bowl of jajjangmyun and the side of yellow radish from the tin delivery box he’s carrying. ‘Please make sure to order two servings next time, customer-nim. it’s rush hour, please understand that we cannot give priority to single serving requests’ 

he apologizes and bows even if he doesn’t have to. later on, he ends up leaving half the food in the bowl. the noodles are soggy and sad-looking. (like him)

{ 11:30 p.m. }

he follows jack to the front door. the dog is carrying his own leash in his mouth, happily wagging its tail because he’s a happy pup and because going out is his favorite thing in the world (besides belly rubs).

{ 1:01 a.m }

there are some infomercials on. a woman in her forties explains the benefits of a manual slicer, promising that every vegetable will be perfectly cut and beautiful. her assistant marvels at the nicely shaped slice of cucumber. he chuckles and silently thinks of Baekhyun and his aversion to said vegetable. they proceed to make a whole meal with prettily cut veggies, selling the idea of big dinners and impressed husbands and wives, single friends and co-workers. ilhoon thinks he may want to get that slicer (even if he’s been lacking the will to cook meals from scratch. instead, he is tempted to order two servings only to make the delivery guy happy that his time was not wasted on him. or maybe he can skip a meal and sleep early. (unlikely).

{ 2:37 a.m. }

he wakes up from another dream but this time it doesn’t vanish as soon as he opens his eyes and he can remember the details and the faces of the people on it. it’s a happy dream, nostalgic and full of perfect people, perfect feelings, things that make him want to stick his head in the freezer and scream at himself to get it together. he feels a bit nauseated so he gets up and struts to the kitchen to pour himself a glass of water. he could sit on the chair, but he chooses the cold floor over the comfort he could get otherwise. jack has followed him there, probably wondering if he could get any snacks since his owner is up anyway. he gives him one - it’s shaped like a dinosaur and the pup munches on it happily while ilhoon checks his phone. his art teacher responded to his e-mail (good news, the date to deliver the project has been dilated and he’s not that late after all); Baekhyun called once, then sent a text. he leaves it to read it in the morning so he can claim he was resting and having his eight hours of sleep like his friend wants him to -- ignorance is a bliss; no one needs more worries. he doesn’t go over his other messages; there’s no new ones but rather a few old ones he doesn’t want to think about. Jongin texted him two days ago; something about a milkshake and fries. (his reply has been drafted, but not sent. ‘I’m sorry, I’ve been busy. maybe next week when are you free?” and it’s been edited at least five times at that point. he’s having a hard time deciding on what to say.)

he switches back to his contacts and swipes right to someone else on his list.  a familiar voice greets him on the other side, still groggy.

“Hey. I hope I didn’t wake you up.” (of course he did) “So how was your day?” there’s silence on the other side of the line before a very matter of factly ‘it’s almost three in the morning’ comes. he chuckles. “I know.” he replies and they know. there’s no more questions; they simply indulge him and he’s grateful for that.

[krxjongdae]

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Δ  ⇢ playing with their hair♢  ⇢ reading them a story

Jongdae has finished showering and coming out of the bathroom when Baekhyun arrives. Mongryong greets him far too enthusiastically for the small amount of time he’s been out to get their dinner. They could have ordered but Jongdae’s favorite store doesn’t do deliveries to that area just yet and Baekhyun sacrifices himself for the greater good. Jongdae would be okay with any dish from any shop nearby, but it’s the small details that do it for him. 

‘at least someone loves me.’ Jongdae hears, watching Baek pet the dog on the head and ruffle its ears in the process. “How unfair of you.” Jongdae kisses the boy’s cheek, taking the bags from his hands and Baek counters with a ‘you smell nice’. Jongdae smiles.

Jongdae eats a little too much and therefore gets lazy right after. There’s really no dishes to be done, the animals are all cuddled up on their own and Jongdae, true to his cat-like nature, has his head on Baekhyun’s lap. The bartender has been busy with a book for the past half an hour and Jongdae has been trying not to fall asleep, but the fact that Baekhyun is running his fingers through his hair, playing with it, is not helping at all. 

“What are you reading?” He asks, but Baekhyun is too distracted to reply “read it for me too. I’m falling asleep here.” he whines a bit, enough to get Baekhyun’s attention, although his hand on Jongdae’s hair doesn’t stop. 

‘boil the bones for three hours, add the pepper and --’ 

Jongdae’s eyebrows knit together and he turns around, raising his head to look at the older. There’s a ‘what?” on the tip of the older’s tongue and a laughter about to escape Jongdae so he does laugh and then curls around the other even more. “I can’t believe you’re reading a cookbook with such a serious face on. Are you planning on learning how to cook?”

"Of course not. I’m looking up recipes for you to make.”

It figures.