#eunwviie

[lovesdraft]

“sorry,    this    bridge    is    taken.¹    either    check    back    tomorrow    or    drive    to    the    next    one.”

¹ @eunwviie    from    whom    the    flowers    grow.    this    starter    is    between    heo    euijoo    and    a    muse    of    your    choice.

[lovesdraft]

                                        𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌   𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐎𝐑𝐘

      𝙲𝙷𝙰𝙿𝚃𝙴𝚁   𝙾𝙽𝙴   …   every   word   has   a   consequence,   whether   you   realize   it   or   not.             (   @eunwviie   )

there   was   an   apparition   standing   in   front   of   her.   he   was   taller   than   she   was   with   a   face   carved   from   marble   and   eyes   that   knew   what   it   was   like   to   hold   warmth   but   not   how.   there   was   a   jacket   sitting   on   his   shoulders   that   fit   him   just   right   and   made   him   seem   bigger   than   he   is   ⎯   bigger   than   she   was,   bigger   than   they   had   ever   been.   the   name   attached   to   his   personage   was   as   familiar   as   the   shape   of   his   eyes,   and   her   new   boss's   introduction   was   redundant.   the   past   sang   at   the   back   of   her   mind   like   the   chirp   of   summer   cicadas   and   sweat-slicked   palms   meeting   each   other   halfway.

      there   was   an   apparition   standing   in   front   of   her.

the   present   faded   back   into   view.   when   she   blinked,   he   was   still   there.   her   boss   had   wandered   away,   but   he   hadn't.   im   taeha,   a   ghost   that'd   somehow   crawled   his   way   out   of   memory.   her   lips   parted,   shaping   themselves   around   a   pleasantry   that   she   locked   behind   her   teeth.   without   a   word,   she   pivoted   on   her   heel   and   walked   away.

[lovesdraft]

“wait    ⎯    wait,    wait,    wait,    wait!”    he    lunges    forward    before    she    can    open    the    door,    the    heat    of    their    argument    still    sizzling    through    the    room.    he    sets    his    back    to    the    door    and    tries    to    settle    his    expression    into    something    kind    instead    of    agitated.    “will    you    just    hear    me    out    for    three    seconds?    clearly,    we    have    a    matching    problems.    you    need    that    job    and    i    need    my    parents    to    not    ask    why    my    wedding    is    off.    why    don't    we    ...    solve    each    other's    problem?”

¹ @eunwviie    from    whom    the    flowers    grow.    this    starter    is    between    huh    seojun    and    jang    nari.

[zinhuan]

starter for @eunwviie from zhan li / sc

most of the times, he thinks of himself as a pretty adaptable person. roll with the punches, take things as they come — that has always been his way. but when the air in the room shifts suddenly, pressing in on him from all sides before releasing just as quick, and he's left staring at the back of a figure who most certainly hasn't been there just seconds ago, he almost finds his usual composure slipping. or rather, zhan li thinks, dark eyes taking in the new surroundings with quiet disdain, a frown slowly settling over his features, he is the one who is out of place. the blade in his hand catches the moonlight, clean and sharp; moments earlier it was inches away from burying itself into the throat of a despicable soul. his gaze settles again on the figure — still oblivious, still fumbling with whatever remnants of the ritual they had been performing. he watches for a beat, before he moves, silent and swift, until he is close enough that he is almost breathing over their shoulder. "are you finished?"

[lovesdraft]

“best    friend,”    he    called    out,    walking    into    the    man's    office,    hands    full    of    coffee    made    to    taeha's    specific    order    and    a    whole    lot    of    personality.    if    a    few    people    turned    to    gawk    at    him,    it    was    only    deserved.    he    was    a    star,    after    all.    “love    of    my    life,    even.    witness    me.”

¹ @eunwviie    from    whom    the    flowers    grow.    this    starter    is    between    heo    euijoo    and    im    taeha.

[gcholdtrops]

~    ♡    —-   continued  from  here  | @eunwviie —- seorin & roan.

     the bitterness in seorin's voice cuts through the room sharply, leaving no second-guessing that she shared the annoyed feeling roan felt  ;  the first time they'd probably ever agree on anything, was that this was a horrendous idea.  “ if you don't care about it, then by all means... ”  palm gestures toward the door femme had just entered, same expression remaining on his face, a devilry glint in his eyes.  “ please leave. ”  words falls almost like a hopeful wish from plush brims, even though both of them knew their binding of a contract meant that this was bound to happen  —-  no matter the amount of complaining or expression of disagreement about the idea, the gig was still happening and opting out wasn't an option. apparently, they had already paired them up to the hosts of the event, so it was already known to the people making the flyers and posts online.

the hatred was clouding his studio so easily, trying his hardest to simply remind himself it was for a good cause, that this was a favor for the people needing the donations and for his company to get some sort of recognition. seorin being part of it, well, everybody had to work with people they disliked  ;  just had to suck it up.  “ me ? ”  scoffs in pure disbelief at her accusing him of using her name on a regular basis, finding it funny she thought of it.  “ sounds more to me that you dream about me, talking about you, a lot... ”  moving the chair closer toward the table, head tilting to the side while inhaling a sharp breath.  “ kind of embarrassing for you, seorin. ”  palm reach forward to the gather his scribbles of lyrics, all nothing coming properly to life and setting it aside.

reaching then across the length of the table, slender digits wrapping around the pen she started spinning, naturally causing their fingers brushing in the progress. however, the smile he offers is anything but sweet, it instead holds an annoyance to it.  “ maybe leave the writing to me, since i actually know how to form words together in a way people enjoy listening to... ”  pointing then toward the guitar resting near her, an instrument he also knew how to play but, it was seorin's expertise more so than his.  “ then you do whatever you do with that, it's your thing, isn't it ? ”  questioning, as if he wasn't reminded everytime the two would get compared, that the way she effortlessly played the acoustic guitar, creating sounds sweeter and nostalgic than anything else  —-  his suitable for the genre he performed. rock. one which weren't as popular here and yet, it was a sound roan thoroughly enjoyed nonetheless.

“ right, we need to, somehow, agree on the vibe of the song. ”  speech didn't hold much of a enthusiastic sound, sharing just as little desire to be here as she did, a heavy sigh then exhales at her lack of initiative.  “ at least be cooperative, none of us want to be here. ”  switches to a new blank page of his notebook, pen moving over the lines in a quick motion and writing a couple of sentences  ;  pushing it across the table, labeled  ‘ between the lines ’  and lines interpreting healing, hope and unity  —-  figuring their duet would be a slower song, full of emotions, relatability and hope for the people needing the charity. and for the first time, a view into his more emotional side, one rare for people to see.  “ i know rock, heavy metal... won't fit this at all, so maybe something heavier ? more beautiful ? ”  now, as he spoke about music, it's like he switched at the snap of fingers, a different passion shown in both his eyes.

[gcholdtrops]

~    ♡    —-   continued  from  here  | @eunwviie

       no  matter  the  meaning  behind  any  lyrics,  fans  would  always  go  into  investigation  mode,  making  up  scenarios  and  some  would  even  go  as  far  as  shipping  cross-groups.  all  things  natural  and  known  to  all  artists  in  the  industry.  even  eunho  and  still,  had  he  gone  forward  with  publishing  that  part  —-  never  mentioning  a  name,  only  describing  a  woman  standing  beneath  a  restless  sky,  hair  caught  effortlessly  in  he  breeze  while  wearing  a  million-dollar  smile.  anyone  could've  been  the  muse  of  inspiration,  yet  eunho  had  given  it  away  the  very  same  day  he  had  texted  her,  complimenting  her  work  and  how  the  finished  photos  would  turn  out  beautifully   ;   lines  rapped  in  the  song,  so  obviously  echoing  that  memory  shared  between  the  two.

“ yein... ”   starts,  feeling  almost  defeated  against  the  brick  wall,  every  word  she  spoke  was  nothing  more  than  the  truth,  the  risk  of  it  being  figured  out  could  potentially  lead  to  rumors  that  none  of  them  needed.  primarily  yerin's  group  who  finally  reached  recognition  from  the  netizens.   “ i  swear,  on  my  life,  nobody's  going  to  read  that  and  think  of  anyone  specifically. ”   with  how  he  seemed  to  desperately  avoid  her  eyes,  but  failed  as  yerin  narrowed  the  gap  between  them,  stance  shifting  a  bit  in  place.   “  all  the  songs  on  this  album  consist  of  cheesy  lyrics... ”   all  the  guys  having  worked  on  lyrics',  to  fill  in  a  story  of  falling  in  love,  being  in  a  relationship  to  breaking  up   ;   all  to  round  up  a  young,  innocent  love.   “ everyone  contributed  with  lyrics,  mine  aren't  any  different. ”   a  pause,  offering  a  minor  smile.   “ don't  be  too  worried,  alright  ? ”   attempting  to  assure  her  while,  knowing  that  admitting  who  the  lyrics  were  about  wouldn't  change  anything.  it  wouldn't  lift  the  dating  ban,  wouldn't  make  either  company  look  the  other  way.  it'd  only  leave  the  truth  sitting  awkwardly  between  them.