#fragilxty

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With a determined look painting his visage, he crouches down to wrap his arms around the bottom box of a large stack. The stack was a total of three boxes completely filled with seeds. Although only mildly heavy to the majority, for him, the weight was terribly heavy for his slender arms. Carefully and swiftly, he waddles his way from the delivery truck, which was now driving away after the confirmation that these packages were indeed his, towards his beloved flower shop. Unfortunately, his speed was difficult to control and monitor, especially since the boxes obscured the majority of his vision. So when he was required to turn in order to avoid a pedestrian, he was unable to do so in time. Boxes tumble and spill as he falls, face meeting the ground in an unpleasant meeting. He doesn’t get up at first once the chaos had subsided; he simply whimpers, unknowing the state of the stranger he collided with.

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Out of the few people (and that’s an understatement) in Ezra’s life that knew him too well, they would undoubtedly agree that he was a tough one. He earned his position at work because of these exact qualities- unyielding and rough, especially when it came to his words. Today wasn’t a good day, though when it comes to Ezra there has never really been a good day, or so to speak. The packages he had to deliver were the usual- the customer? Not so much. They were being difficult, in the most censored way of putting across Ezra’s thoughts. He was sufficiently equipped when it came to dealing with messy situations but this was not entirely accurate when it came to his emotional stance- he liked it when things went smoothly, and anything in between or otherwise would probably end up with his fist on someone else’s face. Decidedly, taking a walk across the streets was one of his many ways of coping with his own sensitive temperament but what didn’t help was the small bustle forming on the pavements, and to his misfortune, a young man with little foresight- literally. ”The fuc-“ Ezra released a groan from his lips, his hands cupping his forehead in pain; he wasn’t exactly distracted or anything but it was enough to miss the stranger that was tumbling towards him.  His eyes roamed lazily over the other, slowly coming to the realization that they were on the floor, along with the remnants of the box he had bumped into. A little before he began spilling his profanities, he noticed the eyes of the passerby’s on him and sighed in irritation. Ezra bent down and reluctantly began to pick up the other’s items. ”Watch where you’re going next time.” his breath erratic and reeking of his last cigarette as he whispered, careful as to not let anyone else see his lack of empathy.

[archive4selentieun]

He wonders if he was doing the right thing, standing there, in front of his Aunt’s apartment. Once again, he had disappeared, the action more frequent than he would like to admit. Yet every time he returns, his Aunt would welcome him with open arms. Truth be told, he always felt the guilt heavy in his heart whenever the other would take him back in. With the continual disappearances, he shouldn’t deserve such kindness, but here she was still, gentle and warm as ever. With a heavy head, he glances at his gift one more time, a medium-sized, wrapped box with a decorate bow and sealed envelope on top. The gift was for Christmas, a time where family and friends would exchange gifts out of love and joy. It was only right for him to do the same considering the young woman was his last, real family. The box housed four main items: a Molang diary, a Molang pencil case, a small Molang plush, and some cookies. The purpose for the Molang theme was to give his sweet Aunt something cute. The diary and pencil case was a set since he knew his Aunt enjoys writing in private. The plush was for her love of stuffed animals, and the cookies were for her sweet tooth. Swallowing his nerves, he knocks on the door as gently as he could, deciding that he would only wait for five minutes or so before settling the present onto the floor and leaving. If he were to leave, at least there would be an envelope to explain everything he would in person—the sorry’s, the I-love-you’s, the Merry Christmas, as well as the reason behind his choice of gift.

And she settles into the warmth of her home, body tucked underneath the covers until she feels the nice warm feelings of the Holidays arise. She doesn’t know what to expect any longer, she knows that regardless of anything or the amount of presents she received from other people. It was appreciated and loved from the bottom of her heart. When there’s a tiny knock tapping against the frame of her door, instinctively she got up from her bed and rushing towards the front. “I’m coming!” Hopefully they wouldn’t disappear so suddenly, she actually likes when they wait a little longer so she can properly thank them with a radiant grin etched along her features.

Turning the knob once it was unlocked, she opens the door to meet eye to eye with a familiar face. Naeun didn’t expect any of her family relations to appear whether they were by blood or with Kyungsoo, family by heart. He was nothing more than a good close friend and her nephew as well. Her fingers wrapped onto the sides of her presents, assuming it was for her to remove it from his grasp to place onto the couch near by so she wouldn’t move too much.

“My precious ‘Soo.” The words stumbled out of her lips faintly, trying her hardest not to simply break down into tears of joy but the feelings become overwhelming and it’s obvious by the way her monochrome irises began to water. Naeun doesn’t hesitate either to pull the other male into a secure hug, arms wrapped over his neck to pull him close to her because it always feels longer than a few weeks whenever they part ways for a while. She’s glad, she’s glad he’s okay and that he was simply there standing in front of her. “You didn’t have to get me anything, sweetie.”

[xhvnire]

It was cold, bitter cold, but the young florist was still standing right outside his beloved flower shop with a bundle of flowers in arms. The gesture was out of kindness; give a flower to random bystanders in hopes of brightening their day a little. Despite having gone days without doing so in the past, he was determined to add a bit of additional joy for the upcoming holidays. Of course, even with his heavy layers, thick scarf, mittens, and hat, he was still shivering, but he still had a couple of flowers to go before he could go back inside where the warmth invited him. Without a specific person in mind, he stretches his arm out to offer a snow white camellia. “W-Would you…like a flower…Mis…ter…” His words trail off into a silence after he gets a better look at who he randomly chose. “Oh…Oh you’re so tall Mister….” He squeaks, lavender eyes as wide as saucers. 

     As many of his friends enjoy reminding him, Sehun is one to vegetate at home. With an almost sedentary life style, the composer often only exits the warmth of his small apartment when it comes to career matters, or when he runs out of groceries and is reminded by a growling stomach that he can't actually live off music alone.      But there are times, although rare, when Sehun does leave for the hell of going out. Sudden bursts of desires, he guesses, and often odd ones he may say given as he chooses one of the coldest days to go for a walk around the still busy streets of Seoul. With gloved hands stuffed in the pockets of his long coat and a big scarf wrapped around his neck, he expected a peaceful, uneventful walk.      ---- Until suddenly there's a pretty flower stretched in his direction and Sehun immediately stops, both out of surprise and out of his secret love for plants and flowers. One hand moves to grab a hold of the camellia and a small but gentle smile spreads on Sehun's lips, gaze admiring its pretty white petals.      The other's words catch his attention and Sehun looks down at him instead, smile remaining as a soft chuckle escapes him. "So I've been told." He admits, height often being subject to many comments and compliments from the media. "This is a beautiful flower and an even prettier gesture-- But isn't it a bit too cold for you to stand here? You look rather chilly, if you don't mind me saying."

[ximpvlsive-blog]

With a wide smile, the young florist was running back to his beloved flower shop with brand new seeds in arms. Enthusiasm laced his every step as thoughts of owning new flowers filled his mind, but they were abruptly interrupted when lavender eyes catch sight of a pretty lady standing nearby. The brief distraction was enough to send him tripping over his own feet, face ungracefully meeting the floor, invoking a loud whine from him while seed packets scatter in front of him.

Headphones hanging around the shell of her ear, absentmindedly humming to the tune that was currently on repeat ten minutes beforehand. Hands placed into the warmth of the pockets, waiting for the light to turn to red as an indication to dismiss herself to leave to one corner to the other. Only to simply come a halt, pulling on the headphone by the middle in order to check if she heard correctly not too long ago. ❝The fuck.❞ Two words simply coming out of her mouth when she glances over at the male who stumbled over absolutely nothing but himself.

Idiot. The label crosses her mind but wasn’t set out of her mouth. She crouches down momentarily in order to scoop up the packets. One after another into the palm of her hands, eyes fixated at the owner of the possession. Observing closely without speaking a word until now. ❝What a cute little klutz, stumbling upon me.❞ The teasing comment comes out naturally, pinching one of the seed packet in between her thumb and forefinger to sway it from left to right in order to show it to him and for him to pick up from her clutch as well.

[archive4selentieun]

He had found his way inside of his beloved Auntie's housing again without the other's notice. Remaining silent during his trek to the woman's room, he eventually makes himself comfortable by crawling underneath the comforters of her bed, going so far as to bundle himself with the blankets to the point his form resembled a caterpillar.

She wasn’t home yet, normally it takes her longer to arrive home compared to before. Overworking to gain extra pay for the Holidays, quietly within time she opens the door in order to step inside of the warmth. Sighing contently while dragging her feet over the wooden designed floor, bag resting on the side of the couch and she continues to walk along the hallway and towards her room. “Oh.” She didn’t really expect company, it’s unexpected but she doesn’t mind. Barely making a sound, Naeun ushers closer to the mattress to peek over to see who it was. A wide smile etches along her features at the sight of her beloved nephew bundled into the softness only to snuggle close besides him when she’s gotten comfortable. Not making an attempt to change her attire into something more comfortable. “My dearest, cutie. It’s nice seeing you here.”

[jvhyuk]

It was the best day of the year. Not a special holiday or anniversary, no. There was no significance in the day, aside from the fact that upon waking up, Joohyuk had discovered a thin layer of frost coating the grass. As he left for his earlier deliveries, he was met with the satisfying crunch of the frozen blades. Oh, today would be good. After giving his delivery list a quick once-over, he smiled and pulled out of the garage. When the smile on his face wasn't forced, mornings always seemed so much easier. It was the afternoon when things started to melt away, like clockwork.

By three in the afternoon, his father had called him five times, complaining about deliveries that Joohyuk had forgotten in the shop or asking the boy to purchase more beer because he was on his last one. So, with 6 trips back to the shop, including one because he forgot his checklist, on the counter of she shop. With the frost melted away, there was nothing to keep his spirits high, and so he slumped into his seat, continuing down the road.

By four, things were looking up. A delivery he'd simply skimmed over. Saying Joohyuk was feeling inattentive was an understatement. Had he been reading carefully, he would have spent the entire day anticipating (or as close to he could come) the visit to the flower shop. Thinking about it seemed to make the rest of the day drag by, and by the time he'd pulled in front of the building, his will to smile was wavering.

"Delivery!" He called, pushing the door open and flashing a wide smile at the raven haired boy across the shop.

[kmveon]

Attempt number two, that was what this was, ‘this’ being him trying his best to sneak in a plate of crepe, fresh strawberries, and vanilla ice cream for the other whom he had gotten on the wrong foot with. Granted he had apologized before, but the latter didn’t seem too pleased, and yes, he had discussed the disappointing situation with his beloved Hyung, only to be told that the male was having a rather stressing time as of late. Gathering his courage, he tugs at the other’s sleeve in a gentle manner before leaving the plate down and scurrying away as fast as he could. He still couldn’t brave himself to talk, but he had left a note in his place.

“To Mr. Suho,

Hyung told me that you have been really busy lately, so I made this to help get your energy up a bit. Please enjoy, okay?

— Kyungsoo.”

Well, there are things that are truly unexpected for him to foresee, even when he tries his best to actually focus on it--he's practicing his ability, like all other pureblood vampires to gather his strength and force a vulnerable effect in a matter that he tries to have control with and this particular thing is the water inside his goblet—it was a weird thing to use, since his father was the last user of the said cup and it was his favorite but he couldn't stop himself from staring at the somewhat carvings around the cup, until, of course, he was intterupted by the sudden tug on his sleeve. Who could have interrupted him in such time, when he has it to himself to spare, he sees the small man in front of him, holding the note that was given to him with his eyes tracing the place that was placed on the table. He doesn't know how to react and of course, he's a little frantic about whatever the other does because he's too good to be true, he doesn't exactly need him to woo him, because he knows too well, from Luhan's stories that things between him and his significant other is strong, brotherly like, like his and Daehyun's.

           "Ah, Kyungsoo, Kyungsoo." there's a shake of his head, lips pursed as he takes a step back, placing the goblet down on the table next to the plate that was full of pastries, rolling his shoulders to a small shrug. "Thank you but I do have a diet the past few days and I cannot eat anything without fiber, but it was worth the effort, I guess. Luhan will be up soon, I suppose, I'll give it to him."