Graveyard: My character will visit your characters grave. [ Don't you "hah" e__e you little- I outta-- come here. ]
[ ♕ ] How long has it been - a year, she wouldn't know. Naeun couldn't exactly remember. She thought it was a dream, how in a few hours she'll end up waking up and the moment she reaches for her phone she'll take notice of the last message the other male sent her hours ago that she didn't get to answer since she fell asleep first. Then she'll smile widely because he's the idiot and she adores him for it. Though it never happens like that.
"Tsuntsun." No response.
"Prince." Nothing.
"Myungsoo." It's too silent.
So she sat there upon the grass during the middle of summer, hands resting behind her figure as she looks up at the sky. Constantly counting the clouds that were plastered upon the pastel blue, it's a lovely sight to see. She hopes he's seeing it right now even if they're not exactly together physically.
What ever happened to staying with me.
"Sorry." The apology slipped out faintly and the way she said it was as if it was weak, her voice was cracking through out the syllables and she finds herself so close to breaking down but she doesn't want to shed any tears. Because it's her fault he wasn't around. Constantly finding herself in a group of troublesome people looking for a way out of reality. The dust of powder aligned into a line upon the wooden coffee table from the handful of cups scattered around the room, alcohol and the aroma of dirty bodies hanging around. Yet when she was putting herself in that type of scenario once again for the sake of just calming herself down from the stress that took over. He was always the only person that managed to find her.
The arguing didn't stop. Her temper grew weary by the day, unable to keep her mouth shut when she needed to and perhaps the words "Get out of my life" struck upon him harder than anything because it honestly did hurt. Despite those words being words of anger, the words that she didn't think twice about before saying so.
So she apologizes once again.
Because she didn't mean for the accident to happen, if anything she should have been the one who was gone. Since she didn't have anything else to live for in the first place. Fingers were grazing upon her eyes to rub it stubbornly because its too late for tears, she's cried for months and it's emotionally exhausting because it hurts the more thought she put into it. Naeun didn't have the chance to stare at the gravestone because she still thinks it's some sick nightmare that constantly eats her up until the guilt trickles and seeps through the wounds but it's not-
it's just a cold slap of reality.
There's so much she wanted to say and things she wanted to do with him. From the embrace she was always pulled in, from the constant smiles he would only unveil towards her direction and no one else. How she would always end up cracking into a fit of laughter at his handful of priceless reactions through the times where they fallen apart to the point where they mended one another.
Naeun smiles at the thought, even when she smiles it doesn't mean she's all that happy. It's forced, this happiness she has to paint upon her visage was just a mask. Because she finds herself crying constantly over the same exact thing, how she breaks down for hours and it's never going to stop even when he probably wants her to smile genuinely like before.
Though it couldn't happen, not now.
He's gone and somehow despite the sun beaming down to kiss her porcelain skin - she finds it cold, still.
Put one of these in my askbox to see how my Muse reacts: "Do you trust me?"
[ ♕ ] "What kind of question is tha-" Cutting herself off abruptly to think about it for a good moment. She eyes him curiously with a blank expression drawn upon her features. Suddenly she could remember the day he left without saying a word. Before she held a grudge on him for it, probably tempted to press her knuckles harshly against his cheek for it too. Then again, he was the only person who stayed by her side with most people left. The only person who actually understood her when everyone else couldn't really tell whether she was in the brightest of moods or the complete opposite.
"I remember when you left me. I was really mad, wanted to punch you in the face for it." She confessed, no emotion chained in between those words as she presses the tip of her finger against the flesh of her lower lip. "I remember when you came back too."
Day after day she's silently waiting for history to repeat herself. She learned that what happened in the past never revolves to what occurs in the present that's why she still kept him around when they both could have left each other for plenty of reasons. From their decisions to their reckless behaviors.
Waving a hand dismissively with a finger pointing towards his direction, eyes narrowed into thin slits in attempt to look rather threatening which probably failed horribly in her part because he finds it amusing when she acts this way.
"Still trusted you regardless of what happened though."
She mumbled it softly under her breath. Myungsoo was her best friend and surprisingly she gave him all the trust she had, informing him about things not many others would know about or even want to discuss about it. Though the words never really fell out of her lips, he just knew. So that was enough for Naeun.
"So yeah, I do trust you." Just don't leave me again.
Send me one and see how my muse reacts: “I guess this is goodbye.” [ i hate you so mUCH WHY NOT REALLY BUT YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN B| ]
[ ♕ ] She just sits there in distaste, she wasn’t sure how to react. And honestly the word, bittersweet - it’s starting to process in the woman’s head. She’s hurting so much already. Her jaw began to clench, blinking the tears that wanted to stream down her cheeks but she stayed quiet because she’s figuring out how to say how she feels and how to react to it. The moment the memory of him leaving her so suddenly years ago manages to flashback inside of her mind, she felt her fingers curl into a tight fist. Teeth sinking down on the flesh of her bottom lip roughly to the point where she could practically taste the blood on the tip of her tongue.
“You guess?” She lets out an airy laugh, because it sounds pathetic. A scoff slips out of her lips unknowingly and soon enough she finds her eyes fixated towards some unknown direction. Anywhere that doesn’t have him in the line of her vision right then and there. “After all I’ve done for you, especially when you left me already without a goodbye the first time…”
Should have just left without saying a word it’ll hurt less for me. The petite girl manages to speak slowly, holding back the emotions that were threatening to become evident. She’s trying her hardest to deal with it and for once, she doesn’t take it so well either.
Naeun had a handful of people she encountered in her life who stayed for a brief moment only to turn then walk the opposite direction. They always left, even when she never wanted them to.
Her fingers wrapped around his wrist, eyes trained towards his back; they said nothing for minutes. Long seconds, time is continuously passing by and she didn’t have anything to say nor did he. What did she do wrong, what did she do to deserve this - out of all times he leaves now, out of everyone she was one of the rare few people who she could rely on. Heaving a quiet sigh, the corner of her lips cracked into a faint smile as her eyes crinkle along the sides; she felt the tears smear along her cheeks. Tiers parting to speak ever so quietly, pleading him not to let go and never say goodbye.
But that was just a quick imagination of what should have happened.
Instead she lets him go. Naeun has no right to force someone to stay when they don’t want to anymore what’s the point of freedom if she tries taking it from them, right? A simple nod is all he could give him instead. Feeling the strands of her hair brush along the sides of her face as she puts a smile on her face. Almost as if she was wearing a mask to cover up the sadness and the pain she’s enduring per usual. There was so much she wanted to say before he left; how she hoped the best for him and that he could be much more happier without her but instead she kept it to herself, only to think of something else to say.
It’s Pocky Day! Send my character a ═ to generate one of the following: A lunch together with my muse and sharing pocky.
[ ♕ ] "Told you I would find a way to owe you back." She remarked out of the blue, holding a bowl of ramen with her hand tucked underneath it while taking a hold of chop sticks with the other. A soft smile was lingering on the corner of her lips, because regardless of anything that happens he couldn't really get mad at her. "Now here eat some."
He glanced over at the woman a smile threatening to appear on his lips but he kept his composure. Leaning forward to latch his lips on the tip of the chop sticks to slurp on the noodles quietly while withdrawing himself to straighten himself. Placing the bowl on the surface of the coffee table to take a hold of her can of soda, a generous sip with a delightful hum slipping pass her lips as she glanced over at him. Eyes widening when she remembered something last minute, which she should have gave immediately when she stepped inside.
"Oh wait one more thing, I forgot to give you something."
"If Sehun picked it when you two went to Japan, I don't want it." He bluntly responded back, because he knew what the two would be up to since the petite girl brought it up when she landed in Japan a few days ago. His mind began to wander off about what it was, a little suspicious or rather paranoid of what it was. She lets out a breathy laugh, her head shaking in denial while turning to fish out the simple present inside of her bag. Lifting up a box of pocky while opening the bag inside in advance she offers one to the other male. Taking a stick between her fingers only to press it against his lips, her eyes forming into half-moons before mumbling softly. "Happy belated Pepero day, prince tsundere."
Send me a “ø” and I’ll generate a number, your muse will receive one of the following from mine: 13.
One day where they can do whatever they want to my muse.
[ ♕ ] For once, out of all the teasing and the constant smacks upon the male's arm for the moments where he got on the woman's nerve. She now believes in Karma. Taking a deep breath, she wasn't sure how the situation would turn out to especially since she owes him more than they both probably expected. Folding her arms to her chest, lifting her hand up to her lips she hangs her head in defeat with a small whine. "... You got 24 hours, cherish them." Naeun reminded him, thoughts pondering in her mind and suddenly it's just a mess inside of her head by now.
vassalu, dangerousoo, piercedkai, armouredxkrystal are now following you.
The market wasn't particularly crowded that day, but it seemed as if everyone had decided to congregate in the dried fruits section where Suzy and Jiyeon currently stood. They'd been discussing Suzy's psychic endeavors for the past fifteen minutes over the dried cranberries and bananas. "It's useless, y'know," Suzy muttered, gesturing to Jiyeon with her shopping basket. "I don't even know why I'm still doing the psychic thing -- pretty sure no one believes me anyway." Jiyeon just shook her head and smiled that all-knowing (and, to Suzy, all-too-irritating) smile of hers, and simply told her younger half-sister to try something different to see if it catches anyone's attention. Suzy could only frown in response, then suddenly she brightened and shoved her basket to Jiyeon, and dashed to the check out area.
"I've seen them!" she shouted dramatically, turning only to catch Jiyeon's eye and snicker. "I've seen the lottery numbers, clear as day!" She grabbed a random ticket and held it to her forehead, closing her eyes and nodding slowly. It was doubtful that anyone would take her seriously, but if it proved Jiyeon wrong, it was worth it.
[ sms to prince ; myungsoo ] Bye as in you're going to come here.
[ sms to prince ; myungsoo ] Visit me.
[ sms to prince ; myungsoo ] Have some food with you.
[ sms to prince ; myungsoo ] And tell me how much you missed me instead because you did right - yeah exactly.
[ sms to prince ; myungsoo ] If you ever, ever leave me with Sehun and Jongin ever again I will push you in a room with them and have you experience Jongin telling Sehun to sit on his dick for hours.
[ sms → princess ] and because i assume that you've been missing me a lot, right?
[ ♕ ] Reading the words carefully, rereading it twice more, she felt her cheeks burn up from embarrassment as her eyes narrow into thin slits. Okay perhaps she did miss him mainly because he's her other best friend but nevertheless she never enjoys admitting it towards him because their friendship was rather odd, not really saying much to one another except pick and taunt each other until one gets annoyed to the point of yelling if possible.
[ sms to prince ; myungsoo ] If Sehun said anything he's just kidding. Because what me miss you, pft.
