#bokyvng.

[minjve]

@bokyvng

                Minjae hadn’t even noticed he’d been doing it before ... never gave much thought to the amount of times his fingers brushed mindlessly across the tattooed area of his wrist. But there was no denying the fact that his fingertips would consistently find the inked skin throughout the day without much thought. Even now, with a book sat atop his lap, feet curled beneath him in the large arm chair and his gaze focused on the pages below, a thumb was moving methodically against the crescent moon imprinted on his wrist. As soon as he registers the movement, he pauses in his reading to analyze the small picture with a narrowed gaze and a frustrated downward curve of his lips. It probably wasn’t something that MOST would think too deeply on --- it was a tattoo. So what? But even with all that he still needed to relearn about himself, he knew that he wasn’t the type of person to get something permanent so carelessly. There had to be s o m e sort of meaning behind the simple design, and it was frustrating not being able recall whatever that meaning happened to be. With his focus still heavily trained on the soft curve of the inked moon, Minjae doesn’t notice the moment someone else enter the room ; shoulders jumping and body nearly toppling out of the chair as soon as the door shuts closed. “Jesus fucking christ you scared me,” he mumbled, more to himself than anything else ; hastily yanking down the sleeve of his sweater and returning his gaze to the book once more, never lifting his eyes up to meet the newest addition to the room.

[minjve]

@bokyvng + @chaenergy

              A whisper of a smile quirks up at the ends of Minjae’s lips--- hip propped up against the door frame to the room he shared with his two boyfriends, watching the both of them peacefully doze in their bed. It still felt somewhat, admittedly, unreal to be back at the house--- even as he fondly notes the soft, undisturbed expressions of the two. It felt unreal to not flinch at every sound -- every stray footstep or door creak. The bruises were still there, of course ; the m e m o r i e s ... reminders of all that had taken place over the past week -- but all of that seemed to be quietened by the presence of Bokyung and Han. ------ Knowing his boyfriends were safe lessened the pain in his abdomen, and nearly erased the anxiety of all that he had seen and experienced during his time at the facility. Setting the tray of food on the nearby nightstand, he stealthily crawls back into bed, slinking his way in the middle of the boys and settling himself atop their chests. “Wake up,” he sing-songs through a whisper, alternating peppering kisses to cheeks and lips and foreheads between the two. “I made breakfast.”

[minjve]

@bokyvng & @chaenergy

                Had Minjae known he’d be shoved inside an underground ( and unnervingly dark ) maze this morning and suddenly forced to find his way out, he probably would’ve at least attempted to sneak in a few more hours of sleep the night before. As it was, exhaustion was currently weighing down heavily on his bones, and it was still only within the first hour of being trapped within the walls of the maze. Ever since phase one had started, however, he quickly started to take notice of the competitive nature itching beneath his skin. He had no intense desire of being allowed into the city or anything, but the general desire to win was undeniable to Minjae, at this point. It started out easily enough, really : the boy guiding himself through the aisles of the maze, one hand grazing along the wall on his left in order to start to paint a picture of the area in his mind. It wasn’t long before he was being completely thrown off his path, though— the walls twisting and turning on occasion and causing Minjae to get turned around several times and effectively halting his progress. Carding his fingers through his hair in poorly concealed frustration, the boy heaves out a heavy sigh as he loses his place once again. “Fuck,” he mumbles quietly to himself, eyes closing as he attempts to mentally recall the number of steps he had taken since the last section he had gotten turned around in. His brain works fast to calculate the twists and turns he had encountered thus far, taking into consideration how long he had been in there for and attempting to sketch out a map of the maze with the ( little ) information he currently had. It probably wasn’t the best idea to do this with his eyes closed, of course, but he found it easier to focus on the mental picture he had of the maze like this. Navigating his way without any accidents proved to be more difficult, however— if the way he suddenly collides with another as soon as he blindly turns a corner is anything to go by. On instinct, he reaches out to grab the other’s arm in order to steady himself, eyes flying open as he does so. As soon as he realizes it’s Bokyung, he’s quick to remove the grip he had on his arm— fucking biceps— shrugging sheepishly in lieu of an explanation ( because how would one explain blindly wandering around in a maze to begin with? ). “Um. Oops?” Minjae doesn’t linger there for long ; stepping around the other before pressing his hand against the left wall once again, resuming his walk quickly there after. “Pretty sure it’s this way.” He slows his pace as he speaks, pausing briefly to turn around as he addresses the other. “If… you know— you wanna follow.” Part of him didn’t necessarily want to offer, knowing he’d likely find his way out quicker on his own, but a larger part of him ( the subconscious part that seemed to know things that Minjae didn’t ) wanted to have Bokyung there.