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@exsv에 유성이 표시됩니다! (근원)

Not everyone knew about his family situation and Gwangmin was well aware of that since he only told people he was close to. The girl probably meant well but Gwangmin wasn’t able to hide his annoyed expression as he settled back in his seat, tapping his food. “Thank you.” His reply was short and more than tense, not even taking the time to spare the other a glance. His jaws were locked as he looked in the opposite of her direction, his eyes scanning the crowd before he got up once more to move.

if yorae has but one talent; aside from her prowess as both a dancer and vocalist, that is - it is reading others. of course she is only human, and she cannot always be right, nor can she detect absolutely everything at all times ... however, perhaps even a sightless person would be able to sense the sudden tension in the elder dancer’s aura. the vocalist blinks, knowing almost instantly that she’s said something wrong - knowing that is why she suddenly feels as though she’s stepped into a hidden pothole. doelike eyes focus on gwangmin, perhaps a little too intensely, as she thinks of a million ways to apologize. “oppa -” she starts, lips pressing into a line to stop herself from saying something else wrong, out of paranoia. she sees him start to move and a flash of guilt rips through her, her expression riddled with this same feeling as her hand extends just slightly in attempt to reach out to him, but it never lands. “are you okay? i - i’m sorry ...”

it’s then that the young idol realizes exactly what she’s done. that look he gave her before his eyes averted entirely - she knows it so intimately. it had been nearly the same expression she would display upon being asked about her father. that anchor of culpability weighs her chest even further down upon realizing this, and she inhales tightly - in her haste to try to revive the lightness of mood, she bows her head and shoves the woven basket that had once been full of breadsticks, but now contains only one, closer to his end of the table.

“you can have it.”

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@exsv이 반란에 합류했습니다. (근원)

The rapper was that fucked up that he was fully believing the male’s story as he told. His eyebrows raised and he looked completely shocked as his eyes trailed from the male’s face, down to the scar he had spoken about it. “Shit man…I hope the crocodile goes to jail for that.” His words were slightly slurred as he did his best to keep his eyes open. It took him more than a second to blink. “Your mom though…that’s fucked up, you probably can’t go to the zoo to see crocodiles since it’s too hard on you…” Gwangmin was nowhere near realizing that the story was fake but he couldn’t help it. Slipping his phone from his pocket, he checked teh time to see that it was only a bit past 3am. “Aye..let’s just sneak into the zoo okay?” Managing to focus his eyes back on the other he gave a firm nod. “When we get there, we’re gonna go to where the crocodiles and maybe you can identify which one…and we can get em back.” Standing up, he grabbed the keys to his motorcycle, stumbling back before making his way towards the door.

ever since the incident nearly seven years ago - the real story behind the partially-faded scar ’cross his left hip - he is extremely cautious about going out to drink. essentially, he doesn’t do it anymore; he buys expensive alcohol, stays safe and alone in either the apartment shared with his roommate or the abode of a trusted friend, and gets his fix that way. it isn’t so much that he fears someone will try to take his life again, despite the still-unsolved elusiveness of his attacker’s intentions that fateful day ... but it is mostly the lack of desire to be caught up in another affair that could bring forth an end to his career - let alone his life.

he can’t remember exactly how he’s inveigled the other man into spending his saturday night drinking with him after an elongated studio session, but however it had gone down, here they are. a liver of steel, haelin is about half ( maybe three-fourths ) as drunk as his counterpart, despite consuming fairly the same amount ( ironically, he is drunk enough to not know exactly what that amount is, but to keep going because he doesn’t feel the room spinning yet. )

the younger rapper has a mindless habit of toying with the hem of his shirt when he doesn’t know what to do with his hands, or when he’s remarkably unentertained - and consequentially, his senior had spotted, possibly for the first time, the stretch of marred skin across the relatively flat stretch of skin between haelin’s hip and lower stomach. he’d asked about it, of course - and maybe he had missed the way haelin’s face flattened in response. he hates telling this story - hates it more than soju, hates it more than when the storage almost full reminder pops up on the screen of his phone mid-text.

perhaps the older man hadn’t paid the story much attention when it was on the news, just three years shy of a decade ago. maybe that’s to blame for his ignorance toward the club incident, as the young producer had so fondly dubbed it since its occurrence ... and he can’t blame gwangmin for that at all. he probably wouldn’t have given much of a fuck, either - besides a pitiful poor kid.

and since he hates to tell this story ... he doesn’t. a lover of most the cartoonish and outlandish stories one could name, he lets his imagination do the talking, instead of his experience. and he knows enough alcohol is involved to make anything sound like a gospel - added to the fact that his senior probably won’t remember so much as one detail about this conversation in the morning.

haelin laughs obnoxiously; a too-loud, one syllable hah ricocheting from every wall in the almost-empty apartment as gwangmin completely buys his story - and even seems willing to sell it. unfortunately, the redhead decides it might be time to take the storyboard cap off. getting on a motorcycle with someone that drunk exists in equilibrium with digging his own grave and mutilating himself with the shovel.

“we don’t fuckin’ have crocodiles at the seoul zoo,” says haelin, grin wide and teeth baring lightly into his tongue, aside from when he’s speaking. “and even if we did, i’m not trying to die before i release a second solo album. besides, like you said, he’s prolly in jail. it’s fucked up to beat up someone’s squad in their place.” that said, he caps the bottle from which they’d been drinking and shakes it, having not checked before if there was still anything in it.

“you’re clearly fucked all the way up, hyung. i’m not letting you get on a fuckin’ motorcycle like this. that’d be even more fucked up than you are.”

#exsv #🌙 ( ❛ colloquy. )#( okay so just pretend 2 things #one that this aint late #and two that its not long af #thank u friend #fuckcign )

@exsv called for a starter !

☆ ┇David have had a quiet day at home together with his dog named Mochi. All he had been doing was to edit a few videos he was supposed to upload later the same week. an hour or two had passed and he felt bored. He wanted to do at least something productive from this day. He reached his phone that were placed on the table infront of him to call his friend to see if they were avilable for a couple hours.

#exsv #( hi there! i hope this will be okay sorry its a bit lame )

STARTER. @exsv

He was here again. Just as he has been the night before, and the night before that. This had been going on for the last few months, a month after Kobal had given her some breathing room to try and learn about her new self. As soon as the month was up, she had been venturing into the Seoul night, prowling like the hunter she had become for poor, desperate souls, ready to sell themselves for some kind of wish granted in turn.

And every night, whenever she escaped into the woods for the sake of getting some air to free her from the darkness she had become, she would find the boy. At first, she thought it was by chance. But as soon as she realized that he visited these parts on a near nightly basis, she realized the real reason she was drawn to these parts --

-- he was a being full of sadness, and her instincts had hungered for him.

She had watched the boy since, though missed him every now and then. It wasn’t until the night before did she reveal her presence to him. The hound could not make sense of what had compelled her to do so, but she spent almost hours lying with the other, just being in his presence. And like the night before, he was here again.

Sachi stepped forward with a confident gait to her steps, smoky tail flicking behind her. A small sound rumbled in her chest as she approached before quietly settling at his feet. A sharp, warm sigh escaped her as she rested her head on her front paws, a crimson gaze peering eerily up at the other.

#exsv #; starters. ]

❛ Is that it? Is that all? ❜ -hyuk

✄ --- "I don't know what else you want me to say, this is all I have--...I'm sorry," his face fell with a tinge of sadness before gazing up to the other and swallowing hard, wondering if they'd accept their apology.

#exsv #thanks bb for the meme! as always feel free to continue this #✄ | ᴇᴠᴇʀʏʙᴏᴅʏs ᴛᴀʟᴋɪɴɢ ʙᴜᴛ ᴡʜᴀᴛs ᴀɴʏᴏɴᴇ sᴀʏɪɴɢ. (replies.)