#benderkwangmin

[bendermyungsoo]

broken reunion

He took a deep breath in, eyes scanning his bed and falling on a small pile of clothing that he had yet to put into his suitcase. As he did so, it seemed as though Danae had caught onto the fact that the male would be leaving, for she weaved in and out of his legs, as if trying to stall him. He was still rather hesitant to take the fireferret, but who he was he to say that she had to stay here while he returned to the place they both saw as a home. He was about to reach out to put his last few articles of clothing into the suitcase when he heard a familiar voice call out his name. His eyes widened as he froze in his position. No way.

He closed his eyes for a second, taking another deep breath — at attempt to push down the various emotions that bubbled up; a mixed brew of mainly anger and relief. He straightened up, plastering an unreadable and rather plain expression on his face and opening the door to be face to face with the elder male. He stared at the male, various ideas running through his mind. There were so many things to say, and so many things he could do, but he knew he’d have to hold back.

He stood in the door frame and stared blankly at the other, his voice void of emotion as he asked the question. “Yes? What do you want?”

As the door opened, all words that he had prepared -- the greetings, the expressions, the apologies -- vanished as his gaze rested on the other's face. He wasn't quite sure what he had expected, or how he had imagined this reunion would be like. But the other's expression and words that followed struck at him like a piece of solid ice digging into the very core of his heart, coldness that he couldn't figure out how to melt. He knew he deserved this, from the very day that he had left, the other's cries for him to not go -- every word of which he had heard until he finally turned away. 

"I ... just thought I'd come and greet you. See if you're ... okay." Not quite sure what else to say, the whole of his mouth getting painful dry. It was a stupid thing to say, asking if the other was okay. Of all the things to do in this situation, he had to go and say something that most likely would not help the mood in any way. "I just got back so ... yeah. Here I am."

His gaze moved past the other to look into the bedroom, gaze resting briefly on Danae before moving away to look for Requiem, hoping that he might somehow be able to steer the conversation away to something else. Running away, yes, but the uncomfortable tension was killing him, and he desperately wanted some form of distraction that would maybe, possibly, hopefully, ease the coldness that seemed to emanate from the other. A coldness that reminded him of himself, an aura that made him want to shrink backwards, or beg for forgiveness -- neither of which he planned to do, though he wasn't quite sure how long he could keep this up for.

[bendermyungsoo]

return to reality

Kwangmin had been lazing around, flipping through an old scripture he usually carried in his pocket while he waited for his brother to finish packing, resting against his suitcase with a soft hum. His chocolate brown orbs flickered when he heard his name, glancing up immediately with a surprised expression.  His lips curled into a wide grin as he dropped the book and hopped to his feet.

“Myung! I knew you’d come back eventually— hell, where’d you go?” The younger twin glanced at the stairs to make sure his brother hadn’t come down yet, ushering Myungsoo back into the kitchen. He gave a quiet sigh and clamped a hand on his shoulder.

“We’re leaving really soon to go back to the palace. Youngmin didn’t think you’d come back.”

He had been nervous -- extremely so -- that his sudden disappearance had caused more than he had intended it to. He knew that his note left little to no information about why he had disappeared, and his last memory of Youngmin only worsened his fears. Perhaps that was partially why he had decided to look for Kwangmin first, not yet willing to face the older twin, but still feeling the urge to see his loved ones. 

The other's expression was what relieved him of the fear that even the sweet Kwangmin wouldn't accept his return. Letting his dry lips, he gave the other a small smile in return, tired eyes brightening just a bit. Allowing the other to lead him into the kitchen, he stayed quiet at the other's question, not quite ready to reveal what he had been up to -- as well as the reason why he had left in the first place. 

"You're ... what?" His tone of surprised was mixed with an underlying, unidentifiable emotion. "You two are leaving? Back to the palace? I ... Why?"

[benderym]

(/The younger nodded, waddling over to his sleeping mat and pulling his brother in with him as he usually did, wriggling to get comfortable and straightening a few pieces of his twin's hair before closing his eyes and beginning to hum their lullaby.)

[ / He followed the male, curling up beside the younger and tucking his head under the other’s chin. Closing his eyes, he took a deep breath in, letting the lullaby soothe him. ]

[benderym]

Your sap is gross. But it's potent. Ehurghe.

Love my sap. I only give select few sap, okay? It better be. I love you, and and — I could either do a whole rambling speech about how much I love you now, or I could just … [ / Stops his usual rambling and latches onto his brother’s arm. ] Sing me to sleep, I’m tired and just stay with me tonight, alright?

[unrxchen]

benderkwangmin replied to your post: 

[you are so precious omfg. We can plot later, if you’d like. We never quite got around to it ; w ; ]

(( -le blush-dawe thanks. Don't tell Chen that I don't think he could handle it. And I am always up for a plot session! That's okay, you take your time. I wasn't planning on going anywhere.

[unrxchen]

To the ones who liked some of my earlier stuff

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@benderseyong: Hello new follower, it appears you seem to be enjoying yourself and having alot of fun. I look forward to talking to you!

@benderkwangmin: Hello hello there!! I like your like and wish to tell you that I liked it. Was there anything I could do for you!?

[bendermyungsoo]

 #missing piece #flame princess #what the fuck do I tag myung as I forgot #omf #bro in law #childhood.

[ omf no that is not okay. ... okay maybe i just giggled a little. just a little. B| ]

[benderym]

{ ` Turn Back Time ♤ }

On such a day, many would say that things were almost peaceful at the palace. The skies were clear, the people in the house were scurrying about tending to the duties they had been assigned, and all seemed well. It seemed as though nothing could go wrong on a day like today, perhaps a maid might slip and laugh it off with her fellow workers, perhaps the King may receive mail that was not meant to be send to him, but other than small little incidents, it didn’t seem like anything could break the harmony that blanketed the palace today.

Nothing except for the high pitched scream that erupted from the gardens.

In the middle of the garden sat Jo Youngmin, his head tilted back, his hair and face caked in mud. Tears ran down the four year old’s face, dripping down the brown substance on his cheeks as his younger twin stood in front of him frantically waving his small palms to get the elder to stop crying. Kwangmin’s brows were knit together, more in fear of getting in trouble than actually having hurt or injured the other. The more he pleaded for his brother to stop crying, the louder his wails got.

A pair of footsteps could be heard padding down the hall and just before Kwangmin was on the verge of grabbing a fistful of grass and shoving it into his brother’s mouth, a rather disheveled older male skid to a stop a few feet behind Kwangmin, his eyes wide with fear. Then again, his eyes could also be wide with annoyance; it was hard to tell which emotion clouded his features. The seven year old immediately narrowed his eyes at Youngmin, and like he usually did, merely dug his heel into the dirt and yelled above the other’s crying, “Shut up!”

The twins immediately turned their attention to him. Silence drew out between the three young boys in the garden. After a few seconds, Youngmin brought up his hands to claw at the mud on his face, tearing it off, not seeming to care that majority of it clumped into his nails. His lower lip trembled as he pointed an accusatory finger at Kwangmin. “H-Hyung! He put mud on my face!”

Before the eldest in their small circle could open his mouth to either scold Kwangmin or comfort Youngmin, Kwangmin chimed up. “I was giving him a mud bath! I saw these old ladies doing them and and they said it kept you young! I wanted Younggie to stay young!”

Myungsoo’s eyes flickered from the pair of twins and down to the pile of mud that Youngmin had accumulated. Such petty fights occurred between the twins much more than once, and a few of the times the only one who could literally tear the twins off one another was the older male that blankly stared at them right now. It seemed as though he was rather conflicted with what to say. It was a known fact that Youngmin quite liked to harass the older, even if it may have been just playful teasing, and it was evident that Myungsoo favoured Kwangmin more, but in a situation like this; what was he to say? Whose side was he to take?

Just as Youngmin was about to pounce on his younger brother, another familiar face made her way into the garden. The female’s lips were curled down into a scowl, her black hair pulled up into two pony tails that bounced as she walked closer and closer. Now, normally, even with the ponytails – seeing Tiffany in such a form wasn’t much of a surprise. Not until one would notice her attire. The female adorned a light pink dress, the arms and hem puffed out to make her look more like a porcelain doll that had had some sort of wardrobe malfunction. To add to it, the entire apparel was coated with various frills and lacy decorations.

The sight of such a thing caused the male’s to stop their quarreling and immediately throw their heads back with laughter. Jo Youngmin was rolling around, covering himself back in mud at the sight of the dressed up female before them. It wasn’t a surprise that his twin was off doing the same.

“Stttopp!” Her whines only added to the laughter coming from the twins, as Myungsoo attempted to stifle the sounds that escaped his lips.

“What happened to you?” Youngmin asked, pushing himself up into a sitting position. Kwangmin rolled into his side and stopped, staring up at Tiffany from his position with his stomach on the ground.

“Yeah, did you get attacked by a Barbie?”

“Or did you get stuck in a girly factory?”

“Did evil people put you in that?”

“Evil people don’t put people in dresses, stupid!”

It was easy to say that the rest of the afternoon consisted of coming up with little things to tease Tiffany with, more crying from Youngmin, and a rather annoyed Myungsoo. The usual.