#dvsooyoung

[dvjunmyeon]

“I hate you.”

“you love me,” junmyeon said, not missing a beat. he turned to the next page of his latest batman comic, as sooyoung dusted off his valuables. he could almost hear the pout in her slight “hmph”.

once he was sure she wasn’t looking out at him, he peered over his page, lips curling up as sooyoung leaned down to dust his small feline statue. he had gone for a café based waitress outfit today, complete with making her greet him with “welcome home master” for a little extra money. in his defense, it was totally worth it.

his smile growing wider, he continued reading about batman’s latest battle with the joker.

[dvsehun-blog]

⋆☠ make believe ☠⋆ ⟨⟨sooyoung&sehun⟩⟩

dvsooyoung

She hated walking alone at night, especially back to her apartment building. Sooyoung would avoid the people who lingered around the paths that led there by opting for a longer, more public route. She couldn’t be too sure people would come to her aid should she find herself in trouble, but it was better than confronting trouble in an alley tucked away far from traffic.

It’d been a long day and an employer had called her last minute to negotiate a shift for that evening. She was on her way home then and she’d left her apartment before dawn that morning. Her muscles ached and she dreaded the thought of making the trip home so late but she couldn’t refuse the money. On her return, Sooyoung thoughtlessly fell on the isolated path home she’d always avoided and she spotted two men ahead of her. If she turned back now, she was certain they’d follow her.

Sooyoung turned as she heard approaching footsteps behind her; they belonged to a young man. She acted impulsively, not caring whether or not the male posed just as much a danger as the men in front of them. Sooyoung lightly nudged his arm, causing him to stop in his tracks. She walked closer, now standing before him so her features were only visible to him. “Took you long enough. I got tired of waiting, so I just walked ahead. No luck with the vendor?” She offered a silent apology with pleading eyes, encouraging him to go along. To make the situation appear less staged she raised her hands to the stranger’s shirt collar, fumbling with the fabric as if she was fixing it. Help me, she mouthed.

Sehun sighed softly as he got out of the car, stuffing the money into his pocket. The client drove away, and Sehun wiped his hand off on the handkerchief he always tried to keep on him. He hadn’t actually seen the man before, but he was glad that at least it was a simple job instead of something more complicated.

As he walked down the street, however, he became rather aware of a few things. First he saw the men, though that was no real surprise. There were always a few dangerous or at least questionable individuals around at this time of night. So it didn’t really faze him, though he knew it was possible that one of them would end up grabbing at him or something. The second thing he noticed was the girl who seemed uncomfortable. It wasn’t as though he was oblivious to the happenings around him, mostly just that he didn’t bother to care.

But as he was getting ready to pass by them, the girl suddenly turned and began speaking to him. He knew the tactic, of course, to attempt and make the men believe that she wasn’t alone at night. Even though most of the time he didn’t care, he could see the opportunity that she may owe him something later. He put on a smile, “Oh, sorry, sweetie, I got a little tied up back there,” he said, “That guy can really talk sometimes. Come on, we should get going.” He wrapped an arm around her middle, pulling her along carefully away from them. “Don’t look back,” he whispered toward her, knowing that a lot of the people around here liked a challenge.

[dvjunmyeon]

♗

♗: Your muse falling asleep with their head in my muse’s lap.

Junmyeon supposes perhaps providing his employee with cookies and warm milk an hour before her shift ended was a bad idea. Or perhaps making her stay the next hour because he didn’t want to dismiss her was the bad idea. Junmyeon wondered if he should text his supplier and say he would be running late or rather Jongin to see if he could feed his pets. 

Yet Junmyeon froze as Sooyoung muttered something quietly under her breathe and shifted slightly in her position. Her head continued to lay soundly on his lap, as if had been for the last 10 minutes or so. He had lost count after 45 seconds, feeling his thighs go numb.

“Oh dear,” he murmured, sighing before reaching down to pet Sooyoung’s head. She looked quite peaceful, and frankly it almost disturbed him. Yet a few more minutes wouldn’t hurt him. 

[dvjunmyeon]

Spell.

Spell: I’ll write my character putting a spell on yours. Or being under a spell/curse.

“Are you compelled to clean for me yet,” Junmyeon asked with a grin. After he has shown Sooyoung what he wanted her to wear, she had refused to leave the room, claiming she felt uncomfortable by leaving much to be desired. Perhaps if he tried giving her a cat!themed uniform next time. 

But right now he had resorted consulting her so-called local witch, asking for a favor which really just meant asking her to cast a spell in which Sooyoung would be compelled to listen to his cleaning command. 

The slap he got when he tried pulling her out of the room spoke otherwise. 

[changwookdv]

☽

:: ( symbol meme - sleepy text )

( TEXT MESSAGE – SOOYOUNG ) do you know when you’re about to sleep and notice you haven’t checked your phone for a while and then there’s like quite an amount of messages yet to be replied? 

( TEXT MESSAGE – SOOYOUNG ) yours included, i’m afraid–

( TEXT MESSAGE – SOOYOUNG ) so here are my apologies at precisely 3am when i can hardly keep my eyes open but i have to add that the song is quite good and now it’s stuck in my head…

( TEXT MESSAGE – SOOYOUNG ) …not for eternity, i hope.

[dvjongin-blog]

❰*ji&sy❱this is insomnia

jongin’s mind had a tendency to wander when heavily laced with alcohol, even into the deepest, darkest corridors of his conscience where some memories were kept repressed. he thought of his mother and the way her eyes glowered menacingly when she spoke; they always reminded him of embers searing hot into his flesh. sometimes, though, his intoxicated spells weren’t half-bad, but they led him to places and people his mind had forgotten but his heart hadn’t.

like that evening, after four drams of dangerously potent scotch whiskey, jongin somehow navigated himself to sooyoung’s apartment, his conscience barely aware of where he was, let alone how to put one foot in front of the other. he never had a destination in mind when walking off his hangover, which explained the numerous cases when he had regained consciousness in unfamiliar places like the back of a brothel or under a bridge. thankfully, jongin still had all of his organs intact despite his tendency to black out in shady neighborhoods.

he literally walked wherever his blurred will took his physical body, taking refuge anywhere that wasn’t his own rotting apartment in the outlands. that particular evening, he had somehow wounded up knocking at sooyoung’s door, groaning like the undead. perhaps jongin should have presented himself with a bouquet of roses or at least a box of chocolates after all the shit sooyoung put up with, but their relationship had never been a fairy tale romance. if it had been, he probably wouldn’t have sought her in his drunken stupor when everything and anything on his mind narrowed down to a burning desire for sex (and more alcohol). sooyoung was his outlet for such wanton needs, he knew, even in his intoxicated state.

“sooyoung,” he groaned, his forehead leaning against the door to her apartment and a fist curled on the hard surface. “it’s me, jongin, you’ll let me in--hic--won’t you?”

[dvseungwan-blog1]

–act ii, scene i ★☆ ssw & csy

it is a fact, and a well known one, that son seungwan doesn’t mind helping--what probably makes her the only person in the entire town to fall under that category. the girl doesn’t know what it is, but there’s just a burst of happiness inside her heart to see someone happy because of something she did, and when it comes to friends or her work, it’s just impossible for her to deny an opportunity to feel that way again, despite how selfish that might sound.

but then, sometimes it’s too much, and not even seungwan can deny it when her boss calls her as soon as her lunch is finished, way before working hours, so she can help him out with “something” and all, by then, she can think of is that she is thankful hyejin is not around (or the green pixie would try to shoot you again, birdie. wouldn’t she?).

twenty minutes later, safe and sound and with no bullet or rock wounds, she stands in front of her boss, a frown marking her face and mouth slightly agape as if she was horrified. the short girl could be fine with helping around and fixing any issue that might come up, but sometimes this man was too much. seungwan was not his handywoman--she had a few jobs besides this one and they required that her time would be used better than in cleaning the place of her night shifts.

but as the man continues to speak, she realizes this is a lost case. the theater was falling to pieces and dust, the last one even starting to gather around on the front seats, so the writer supposes if they have the opportunity to get this cleaned to their audience, it would be now. a sigh escapes her pink lips as a sign of her resignation, and she stares as the now more pompous and content man, who is now going through papers to find something she yet did not know of. 

and while he fumbled with them, a female she did not recognize as a staff entered the dressing room, long dark hair and beautiful slightly tanned skin from her face to (probably) the end of her long legs. something in her face looked so familiar seungwan’s frown dissipated to give place to her bottom lip jutting out slightly in thought. her memory wasn’t one to usually fail, but between her dreams, nightmares and the nights spent awake, even the most healthy minds could give in sometimes (and wendy’s--oops, seungwan’s was nothing like healthy).

“her name is....ah, seoyoung? is this right? well anyways, miss seoyoung, this is seungwan and she will be helping you today and--”

“sooyoung? we know each other, don’t we?” the female with lagoon blue eyes can not help but ask, lips breaking into a small smile as she takes one step closer in interest.