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✌ : your favorite song

[asy-zelo]

“I’m n-not drunk, I only had a couple of drinks.”

“D-Darragh..” He frowned, furrowing his eyebrows, “Y-You’re very drunk.. It’s obvious.. I-I’ll call you a cab, okay?”

[asy-zelo]

"You're everything to me."

Calming Starter Sentences

“Oh, Darragh..” He smiled, quickly moving close to wrap his arms around the other’s, nuzzling against his chest, “..And you’re everything to me.”

[avajvng-blog]

"You really can't take care of yourself, can you?"

So she had a little cold, big deal. At least, that was what she had thought when she had left the apartment that morning, but after running about in the cold, trying to find a certain dog food for Piranha, Ava’s cold had turned into a hacking cough and a runny nose. She frowned at the younger, “I can, I just...didn’t think it was that bad,” she insisted before turning away to hack up what felt like a lung. 

[asy-zelo]

"I'm not okay with this."

abusive/toxic relationship sentence starters ( x )

“B-But.. Darragh..” The other was starting to act.. strange. It made Zelo a little uneasy. His eyebrows furrowed together slightly as he dropped his gaze towards his feet, “I-I wouldn’t be out for very long, a-and I’d be with o-one of my hyungs..” He started to chew on his lower lip nervously, muttering hopelessly, “You.. Y-You could come t-too..”

[asy-zelo]

"What have I done?..."

“Y-You..” The boy stuttered over his words as he cupped his stinging cheek, swallowing thickly before he averted his gaze. It hurt. Tears pricked the corners of his eyes and he sniffled quietly, “I-I’m sorry, I-..” He stumbled backwards before he turned away- This wasn’t like Darragh at all. He would never hurt him, not in a million years. It was odd, but all that was going through Zelo’s head was how badly his cheek hurt, “Y..Y-You’re m-mean..”

[mdpvrk]

ت

ت our muses running into each other after not seeing each other for several years

It’s getting warmer. That much is apparent in the way those that pass by have chosen to dress for the oncoming day, lighter coats replacing those of thicker fuller fabrics, scarfs tossed away, placed back in closest alongside boots. He’d never minded the warmer weather, in fact Jimin had always preferred the warmth over the cold, it allotted more freedom when it came to expressing ones sense of style, ones self. It was refreshing, to see more duller colors replaced with the more vibrant, pleasing to the eye. As if Seoul had been given life once more. 

A slow breath is released, hands shoved into pockets, a single extremity is removed, along with mobile, as a street light signals those waiting could cross. He moves along with the crowd, dark orbs trained upon a screen, footsteps shuffling steadily as he makes his way across. Few messages are sent out, nothing truly exciting, more so informing a fellow intern he was on his way to the designated meeting spot. An agreement had been made between fellow interns an their supporting doctor the week before, date planned for those interns that had worked hard, passed their final exams, an all expense paid meal. The chosen restaurant had been picked with a rather democratic vote, hands raised an decision made amidst a few exchanged laughs. 

It’d be a lie to say he wasn’t in a rush to arrive, eager to delve into whatever banquet that had been prepared for the group, to exchange more laughs, an woes of what had been upon the exam - ah. He needed to hurry. Picking up his walking pace, Jimin’s gaze tears away from mobile screen a tad to late, the firm pressing of a shoulder against his own causing said mobile to fall onto concrete. Whatever the other, of whom he’s bumped into, had been holding dropping as well. With an audible gasp he bends downwards, a quick motion mimicked by the latter - an almost oddly synced movement. “ I apologize - “ He begins, digits grasping onto mobile an picking up from the ground, thankfully unscathed. It’s then, head turns, dark orbs flickering over to the latter, he takes notice. 

A few blinks are granted an odd sense of familiarity washing over him like a riptide. Tiers part, orbs widening as a hand raises, single digit pointing towards the bent figure, “ Y-you….I know you -” A sense of familiarity is replaced with that of excitement, an almost childish glee settling over him. Lower lip is tugged inwards, the corners of his mouth twitching upwards, “It’s been a while…hasn’t it?” Jimin goes to stand, waiting for the other to do the same as well, best they get out from the middle of the street before the light turned once more. It’s unexplained, the sense of nostalgia that can wash over one without warning, so strongly bringing back memory after memory. Times spent in his more younger days coming back, so fresh, it was almost to surreal. 

What an odd way to run into another, crossing the street, the most casual normal thing to do, a daily activity repeated without a hint of surprise. Yet, now, here he was standing before someone he had seen in ages - surely those waiting for his arrival could wait a bit longer. He defiantly felt as if he had something much more important to do now. It’s only when both have made it to the opposite side do arms open widely, an a firm hug is bestowed to the latter. Someone he knew was present, someone he’d missed. It’s rare for such affections to come out openly, to be granted in public eye but Jimin had found an exception in this matter. After a few passing moments he releases,smile lingering upon lips, “I want to say we should catch up - but, I’m sure you’re busy.”

[hanbinshit-blog]

"I didn’t do it."

Looking over at the knocked boxes he had originally stacked empty to ship some of his friends’ stuff to his house. He stared at the boy who looked rather guilty, “You know if you didn’t lie I’d have you walk away, but now you’re going to help me restock them. “Let’s go, I have to help my friend into my house, and she’s lately jittery about being alone for too long so I can’t be late.” He says in a hurry.