#begcne

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@begcne

So, in the grand scheme of things, perhaps Minhwan shouldn’t just enter his little sisters apartment whenever he felt like it but he had been wondering why she hadn’t been replying to his texts for the past few days so he decided to waltz in uninvited. He didn’t expect to come face to face with one of her friends clad in a towel and the little shit herself nowhere to be found. Like a deer caught in headlights, he found himself frozen to the spot as he merely stared at the female which could have come off wrong.

“Ah, I’m so sorry... I-uh, hi?” 

[somecrazylads-a-blog]

@begcne | continued B)

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God, if you exist, save me.

He’s way too tired to bring forth any ridiculous reaction. But among his exhaustion, his bad memories, his good memories - Nox smile, Nox voice, Nox - he can hear the distinct sound of that one thought that keeps showing up every once in a while when he’s standing next to the other.

It started out with his lips are gorgeous and now goes somewhat along the lines of I need to kiss him right now.

Res blinks at him. Before the line can get to him, his messy hair, his soft appearance, his face in general - he’s missed him, why has he missed him so much, he’s so tired, he feels like - it makes him feel like he’s about to fucking burst. He opens his mouth to speak, Nox beats him too it.

God fucking... Res closes his mouth again. His brain is fried. Thank God he’s too tired, because he might have spontaneously started punching a wall because of all the things happening inside him at once at hearing Nox say that.

He stares at him, opens his mouth again. He looks... like an idiotic fish. But Nox is just... right there, and he’s endearing and beautiful as usual and his filter sucks just about as much as Res does and he just wants to... “You...”

He rubs his hands over his face. God, if you exist, put me to rest. He ends up laughing against his palms and when he finally moves his hands away, he’s still smiling. “I’m... honestly glad to know you,” he reaches out, ruffles Nox’ mess of hair. His chest feels tight, “ridiculously glad.”

[thervnaways]

( ready, set, @begcne! pt. 2 )

                 the skies were clear and the sun was out, which was pretty odd for this time of year, and hyunmi was pretty perplexed about it. “okay, i don’t know if all this wind is because of you or me. so tell me: am i just really happy or are you casting some sort of weather spell?”

[no-zomi]

“Is that a threat?”

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»»————-　★ jay doesn’t like kids. no, he doesn’t like people who act like them. no. wait a second. actually he himself, is a child who needs to have control over everything and everyone. and therefore, everyone else who is brave and carefree enough to just live their own way, without fearing death is a possible threat to him. 

well, it’s not that extreme. he simply finds it amusing how mischievous and careless people tend to be. damn, just few days on Earth and he already feels that humans are more stupid that he thought.  playfulness at its best, right? then again, everything has its limits and the way the other was acting was simply childish to jay.

perhaps for that reason, jay doesn’t hesitate to throw a piece of advice at this young looking boy. “– threat? no. merely telling you to be more careful with your life.” was it life anyway? jay wonders, trying to sense something naturally human from the male but there’s none and the very realization makes him even more disgusted. “– in the end, we all die. don’t we?” there’s a hint of playful tone lacing the syllables as jay speaks, hazel orbs seemingly brightening as he leans against the railing, tilting his head to the side. ★  ————-««

[somecrazylads-a-blog]

❛ so you can get faster to me? ❜ that was not what he was supposed to ask, eyes too focused on the road now and he wants to die on that spot. ❛ to the graveyard, whatever.. ❜ it's too late to save himself now, get him out of this and try to take his words back but he plays it cool. ❛ car is just waste of money, walking is good so stick to walking.. besides if you need a ride somewhere far.. ❜ and with that he meant "you have me" but he doesn't say that, he never would..

-. @begcne

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The phrasing of that line catches him off guard enough that he simply... stares at the other for a while. A full minute, where he forgets to reply to all he’s said because the first line passed his lips had given him a heart attack.

'To me’ he’d said. Res swallows, turns away. Does he even have the slightest idea that he didn’t just hit the nail on its head, but absolutely hammered it through the fucking floor?

“Got it,” he salutes, manages a chuckle at the other’s suggestions - although ‘stick to walking’ sounds more like an order, but Res is... he has a soft spot, alright, besides he’s basically offering him to drive him places, so - and then proceeds to shift in his seat, as if trying to get more comfortable will save him from addressing what he wants to address.

Why does he even want to?Simple. Res doesn’t like mind games.He looks out the window, out the windshield again, seems to be a bit fidgety, shrugs again and decides to look straight ahead. Ever since meeting Nox, he’s often forgotten to stop at the tombstones... preferring to keep on the lookout for the other’s silhouette among them.

Yep. To him, more than to the graveyard.Jesus. What’s he doing?It makes him laugh, a small, warm chuckle as he leans back in the seat again and relaxes with a sigh shortly after.“You’re nice company, you know?” he doesn’t turn to look, another shrug.“But don’t worry, I have a route planned out and everything. I can get to you at a pretty good pace.”