#ccira

[ccseungjoon]

poem !!!!!

drabble meme : accepting!poem: write my character speaking a poem to yours or vice versa

“no, ah– i don’t have anything good!”

seungjoon was known for carrying his journal wherever he went. it was useful to take notes when he found himself in unexpected situations, but also often served as a personal diary. he could write down his feelings in cryptic words and people would probably guess that was just him trying to make sense of the mysterious world only few could see. he knew she could. as the girl flipped through the pages like thunder, the extremely detailed drawings didn’t seem to bother her. she had probably seen it all already.

so the girl stopped, then turned to him with a grin. “don’t you mean ‘my pen always puts my feelings to the test. i’m not a good writer, but my best is my best’?” he couldn’t guess if her chuckle was because she liked it or if it was just her making fun of him. seungjoon tried reaching for his notebook again, but she could easily avoid his hands. “come on, that’s not even mine!” and the fact he had copied a poem from a stupid visual novel onto his personal journal made him blush. the other quickly made her escape a few steps away, continuing to read as if his statements couldn’t bother her less.

“but ‘my poems are a little bit dearer because you think of me’.” she stopped, staring him down while slowly closing his notebook. “‘because you, because you, because you’.” he got close to her, but that time she didn’t try running away. in a single move, his prized possession was back in his arms. “what a well-rounded artist we have here! he can draw, he can write and he can rhyme!” even if he had watched her play with it seungjoon couldn’t help but flip through the pages to make sure everything was in place.

the boy raised his hands to show his innocence. “as i said, that wasn’t mine.” he received a shrug. the smug look on her face didn’t help his feelings either. “well, you said yours aren’t good, so of course i wouldn’t read them!”

[jihyocc-blog]

make it more red

@ccira

“Why did we decide to do this again?” Ji Hyo asked, letting the worker lady lead the two girls towards one of the rooms. She could hear music from some of the doors they passed and some terrible, terrible singing as well and wondered how her voice would sound in comparison. 

Ji Hyo honestly couldn’t remember the last time she had done karaoke. “That makes me sound old, doesn’t it? But whatever, lets do it for the hour and see where the night takes us,” she said, because even if Ji Hyo wasn’t sure why she was doing this, she knew that no doubt, they would have a good time. It was practically impossible to not enjoy karaoke.

Once they got their room, Ji Hyo immediately began fidgeting with the lights, trying to set a tone and make the next hour more fun. “How does this look?” she said, settling on a theme. “Feel free to change it if you want,” she said, walking over to the book of songs.

“Lets sing a song together first and then we can take turns? What do you think?’ she suggested, already flipping through the book before stopping on a page when her eyes settled on a song. “Ooh, this one!! We gotta sing this one!” she said, already programming the song into the system. “Come on girl, grab a mic and lets do this!”

[ccwufan-blog]

holiday !!!!

with all of his time in this new form, he hasn’t quite internalised the idea of holidays -- not out of a lack of knowledge, but a lack of apparent logic to them for him. 

the 31st of october passes and he sees grinning children, exuberant in their joy from a simple gift of a costume and candy. it intrigues him as much as it confuses him; the observed age limit, the range of disguises and decorations, the habit of travelling accommodation to accommodation. the risks are brushed aside in the face of sugar, it seems.

still, the idea of it lingers with him, and the next day he buys a packet of candy of his own. it hits him too late that, of course, the holiday lasts one day only, and he’s left with a completely useless bag of sweetened jelly.

he runs into jungeun, though--

    yifan thinks he knows jungeun. more than that he has acquainted himself with her, more than the times he had seen her with sunshine hair and a fraud of an identity. when he looks at her, yifan sees something that had come to him much, much longer ago; the inexplicable fire that had struck in him as he looked over the world, crumbling and ruined. with these feelings, he considers her an old friend. 

--  and while she’s quite a bit older than the majority of the kids he’d observed that night, the memories of their delight remain in his mind. without thinking he approaches her, offering her a cordial greeting followed by the bag. “uh. flick or tweet?”

[ccjisoo-blog]

um shop ???? y ES

drabble meme : accepting!shop: my character taking yours shopping.

“that’s somehow… even worse.” she watched as the other placed different shirts in front of her torso, jisoo serving as a talking mirror to say which one looked nice or not. the truth was they were stuck in a loop. no matter what she tried the older would give the same response. she had taken the other out to the mall after a long time of persistence, but making the deal of letting jungeun pick the store was the worst thing she had ever made in her life.

hot topic. what was up with that place? before she even got to step into the store her face was already all contorted, the simple thought of it able to make her puke. “put the trash down and let’s get out of here.” jisoo reached for the shirt the other was looking at, throwing it back on top of the rack it was found in. she knew the employees - the more mess the better. in fact, the girl had to constantly control the urge to just destroy everything whenever she passed by. “you made me come here and now you want to leave?”

jisoo stuck her tongue out, ready to throw up. she knew jungeun had a bit of a problem understanding people, but if she could try even a little bit it would help a ton. “i wanted us to go the mall not to visit its dumpster. i’d rather go to that kids socks store than spend another minute breathing this soulless air.”