#cvyoongi

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heart b-b-beat ♡ @jihoyang i shouldn’t have looked up belgium ;;;; rly want to visit brugge now...                                             ( ↶  /   ↻  /    ♥  )  • • •

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[cvjieun-blog]

✱ / the sender of the ask shows up on tindr, swipe right or left? :')

-promptly uninstalls tindr-

Just kidding~ She’d probably swipe right because he was nice to her and she’d want to drag him out somewhere or something

[cvsana-blog]

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sns meme (status: accepting!!)

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i’m already planning ahead! after pink comes red? ^-^

[seulgicv-blog]

defenseless --

@cvyoongi

seulgi heads for the mountain temple because it as far away from the school as she can get, reasonably, right now. she's outrunning the intrusions in her head, the incessant bickering that echoes between them, the memories that surge upwards unbidden and leak between the trio of them like some sick miasma.

she hates this.

she never wanted bonding - not even with taemin if she had thought it possible, to whom she would entrust her life, taemin who already knows her inside and out, the good and the bad. but yoongi? on top of all things, on top of all this, it had to be him? it feels like a cosmic joke, retributions for her many wrongdoings, some sick and twisted joke from a cruel god, who has looked at her in her broken state, patched together and barely holding on and has thought "ah yes, lets push her over the edge just to watch her shatter." yoongi has seen her vulnerable and undone more times than she cares to think about now, more times than she would ever be comfortable with.

the only thing that she still had to cling too was her secrecy, the walls she builds and the way she retreats from him, the veils she draws across her face, the obscured meaning of her words, the deflections and the lies and the cruelty. but now? now he has a window into her mind, into her heart, and he can see past every barb designed to hurt, every statement crafted to destroy, can tell precisely when she is vulnerable, when she is afraid. now he can know every motive behind every word and the idea of that is horrifying.  so she's run away from it, from him, to the top of the mountain, to wrap herself in solitude, as if distance will help her at all.

the buildings are old but well maintained, and she hides herself away in the biggest, lays down flat on her back against the soft, smooth wood, worn down by time, and lets her eyes flutter closed, fingers fumbling into the pocket of her hoodie for the joint she's tucked there, a blend of herbs that the apothecary has promised will clear her mind. they're probably making a fortune right now. she lights it up, fits it to her lips, a cloud of smoke exhaled into the air above her head when suddenly she can hear him, feel him, sense him, and there is a whine on her lips, frustration written on her features.

"if you followed me here, i will skin you alive and set you on fire."

[chanyeolcv-blog]

Fox and the Hound

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[ ✉ -> hound hyung ☠ ] hyung… geuss wh o i got bonded with….. [ ✉ -> hound hyung ☠ ] can u maybe beat me up so i don’t have to be awake to hear all his stupdi thoughts? seriously, i won’t even transfer the injuries back to you [ ✉ -> hound hyung ☠ ] i’ve been drinking but i stilll haven’t blacked out [ ✉ -> hound hyung ☠ ] so can yu come out to the forest? the usual place

Chanyeol’s usually steady hands trembled as he dug his phone out of his pocket. He had been running for hours now, practically begging his body to wear down so he could sit still even if it was only for a few minutes. Ever since the morning after the meteor shower, the familiar felt as if his skin was desperately trying -and sometimes almost failing- to contain the swell of magic inside him while his skull felt like it was trying to cave in to keep Hyuna out and himself in.  

He couldn’t decide if his phone vibrating in his pocket was a relief or just pissed him off, but that seemed to be the theme of the day. Even more so than usual, Chanyeol had been walking a fine line between relatively neutral and pure, unjustified rage. Thankfully, the name on the screen swayed him towards a much more pleasant disposition. He couldn’t help but wonder how much of an asshole it made him for being so relieved that Yoongi was struggling with the whole unplanned bonding thing too. Granted there was a whole slew of other things that definitely made Chanyeol an asshole, but that was beside the point.

He didn’t even bother to respond before turning on his heels and heading towards their usual meeting place. Even if Chanyeol hadn’t known the way by heart it wouldn’t have been difficult to hunt Yoongi down, all he would have to do was follow the overwhelming stench of booze and defeat.

“I heard you were looking to get your ass kicked,” Chanyeol grinned stepping into the clearing, but the expression quickly fell when he saw just how drunk Yoongi actually was. “Is it really that bad? Who is it?”

[seulgicv-blog]

riot.

@cvtaemin​ , @cvyoongi​

she had hoped that going to watch the meteor shower and getting smashed would cheer him up - would cheer her up. it left them both mostly drunk, and handsy, and prone to complaints. the unease of the night had not helped a whole lot either, frankly. so its no suprise she wakes now to the pounding of her temples, soft skin against her cheek. she peeks her eyes open careful to find early morning sunlight streaming into a bedroom that is all too familiar, taemin sleeping peaceful beside her. she lays her head back down against his shoulder with a groan, winds an arm around his waist and lets her lips pull into a pout, whining wordlessly in complaint.

she dozes contentedly enough for a few more minutes, until her headache twinges a little, until her senses fuzz slightly, briefly, before sharpening once more, and she blames it on the hangover. fuck my head hurts, he murmurs beside her and she grins slightly, "mine too, i blame you, you should know that." there's a moment of quiet, sleepy and languid before her brows knit slightly, because now that she considers it, she isn't sure that she actually heard him say anything - didn't hear the rasp of his voice or feel the shift of his chest beneath her cheek. she lifts her head to look at him, a hint of confusion in her expression, which she finds mirrored in his own. "the fuck?"

[seulgicv-blog]

ephemeral.

@cvyoongi

the attic is small, a quiet space, with stooped rafters and the wide half circle of the top of the clock face letting the quiet of the night seep in, a painting of stars scattered across the night sky, the tops of pines and the sprawling campus below. its peaceful and quiet, a stillness that comforts the erratic jump of her heart, pulse racing beneath her skin, fluttering through her veins. she's been like this since the weekend before, and its already thursday. but fuck - it feels like there's been a shift, a change. in the air. in herself.

she doesn't like it. she wants not to like him. but when she thinks about it, really thinks - and god, she's been trying to do anything but that - was it that terrifying, that awful, that frightening? honestly, it was. but even then, there had been something in the way he'd looked at her, the way his hand fit to her cheek when he backed her against the mattress, before he'd put the stupid hoodie on. it had been softer and quieter and More than she had allowed herself to feel for someone before, more connectedness than she could handle, almost. thus the lashing out thereafter, but then, even then? he'd pulled her back in. he'd played the game.

she wasn't sure how she felt about any of it, fitting a joint to her lips and lighting up, pulling a hit to calm the fluttering of her pulse, her ever erratic nerves, anxiety a ball of twists and turns that knotted up her chest. she'd be lying if she said she came to the little attic only because she liked it there herself, and when footsteps thudded up the stairs, she found herself holding her own breath, hesitant as she glanced from behind a curtain of her hair. when she saw it was him, she wasn't sure whether to exhale or to clench her jaw in anxiety. she settled on the compromise of an exhale and another hit. "you've got that flask on you, right? pass it." she murmurs, holds out a hand to extend the joint to him.

ephemeral. lasting a very short time

[cvjieun-blog]

Midnight Oil

@cvyoongi

Glowing numbers on the clock reminded her of the time.

3 am

She had been staring at it all night, as if it was suddenly going to put her to sleep.

3:01

When she had initially rested her head on her pillow, she could have sworn her eyelids felt heavy enough to close and she’d just simply drift off to sleep. Except, when she finally got comfortable under the covers, suddenly that exhaustion had vanished.

3:02

With a sigh she shoves off the covers, quickly changing out of her pj’s as she stuffs notes, tools, and whatever she was working on in her bag before leaving her dorm. Yeah, she was well aware that technically she shouldn’t be going anywhere without someone else but, it would be a quick jog to the cafe and it was open 24 hours. She’d be fine.

She muttered a quick hello and her usual order to the barista working, eyes down. She didn’t want to admit it, but this was probably the third time she’s been here this week, at this time. The person behind the counter was starting to look awful familiar now and she hoped that they didn’t recognize her face yet.

As she waited, her eyes wandered around the cafe, seeing who else was here. A few sparse bodies, but not at all as busy as it would be during the day. No one really came here at this time of the night to socialize. Some probably came here to study, and she did too, but she was sure that some of the others here were just as sleepless as her.

With her drink in hand and a small snack she settled at one of the tables, spreading out her blueprints, tools and her latest project. It was a small mechanical clock, broken and tossed aside. She put in some earphones and got set to working at it, quickly stripping it down to it’s bones. It was a nice distraction at least, but it was too ... engaging. Her mind was too active now to possibly sleep, the opposite of what she wanted to achieve, but it was something to do.

The coffee probably wasn’t helping either, but if she was gonna stay up the rest of the night, might as well. She pouted as she finished the last few drops. She could have sworn that would last her at least another half hour, but in her haste to chase away any bits of exhaustion, she probably downed it too fast. Sheepishly, she went back up to the counter, empty cup in hand.

“Can I get a refill? Same thing. Oh, and a glass of water, please.”