#gbd20.

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@iilluision --- called for a starter !!!

< for mila chu >

he wanted to celebrate his birthday but at the same time, he didn’t want to make a big deal out of it. twenty six, he was closer to death and the thought of it made him queasy. it is not as if he had almost met him a decade ago, the moments were something that he wanted to brush away. in the end, he decided to throw a dinner where he would pay for it (you know, because he was generous even if it was for his own celebration.) though he had only asked for three other people to come with him because he could not afford a lot of twenty. in the midst of cooking the meat, he slips up and his wrist flicks over to the tray-- no -- to the person who ended up waiting their table. it was embarrassing- some of the raw meat had fallen into the water cup that she was cleaning while the other pieces had clung onto her uniform. flabbergasted, he pushes himself out of the booth to bow and apologize, but the situation gets worse and the glasses she’s about to pick up spills onto her lower area. oh god. he’s a mess and now all eyes are on him. he panics, his eyes looking from side to side. “let me treat you out- i feel so bad.” gunwoo is constantly bowing to her, rubbing his hands for forgiveness. what a great way to spend his first day as a twenty six year old.

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@celestiialmechanics — called for a birthday starter !!!

how lucky he was to be lining up for an event for his favorite author. at least- one of his favorite authors. though there was darkness embedded in between the lines, gunwoo had found comfort in each and every one of them- how a writer’s words could hug him in a way that no one else could. isn’t it sad, how written words on dead trees are personified to something that the male yearned for over the years he had lived alone? nonetheless, this was something he pushed himself to do since it landed on his birthday. to meet the author and to converse (even if it was for a few minutes--!) it would be an honor to finally see them face to face, to see the genius behind something that gunwoo has placed in his literary canon to read. he was also an inspiration to gunwoo and his lyrics, to mesh words together to create a picture that didn’t exist physically but mentally. not everything was dark- and that’s how he went about in his life. that there was some kind of revival of the darkness, to bring light to mix in with it. he’s at the front, clutching onto his copies of the death chronicles, placing them down in front of the author as he gives a ninety degree bow. “lee minjae-ssi, let me say that i adore your works. i’ve been teetering on the websites that sell your books when they first came out, and i know you may not know me but.. i would like to gift you this.” wasn’t it gunwoo’s birthday and not his? still, he pulls out a folded paper in his pocket-- passing it over to show unreleased lyrics to him with both of his hands holding on out of respect. 

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happy birthday to my baby gunwoo! our lil gunnie is now 26. we love that for him. so with that, give this post a like if you’d like a birthday starter! uwu. let’s celebrate his birthday together!

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@botrusanimarum — called for a birthday starter !!!

he was thrilled that someone else finally accepted his invitation to his own birthday celebration. gunwoo even offered to pay the admission price since he wanted to spend it with someone (and not on his own this year) so his lips spread across his face when he heard the word ‘yes, i’ll go with you.’ hit his ears over the phone call with romi. it was something minuscule though he was grateful for someone like her- playful just like him when off stage. there were times where he would help her in situations that he would normally not get into himself, opening his eyes to new perspectives on how the world worked. this was probably why he kept hanging out with her-- he could not fathom how little knowledge he has if he didn’t hang around people that weren’t like him. sure, it was nice to share similarities once in a while but it was the stark differences that also made up the bond of a friendship. he swings his arm over her shoulder, giving it a squeeze while they walk through the park. “ready to scream your lungs out? if your siblings ask why you lost your voice, tell them it was my fault.”

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@luxinexitium --- called for a birthday starter !!!

gunwoo is welcomed to the sight of five cakes sitting at the dining table when kyungsoo opens the door for the male. at the prime age of twenty-six, he didn’t really expect this amount of cakes for one day. “you didn’t have to do this for me, you know. first of all, do i look like i can eat five cakes? you gotta at least eat one that you made for me.” he snorts, placing his jacket on top of one of the chairs before pressing the palms of his hands together, rubbing them slightly.  “woah... wow. you even made it out of my favorite flavor.” there’s a glint of shimmer in his eyes, a pout splayed across his face as he wraps his arm around the younger. he puts him in a small headlock, his knuckles ruffling against the top of kyungsoo’s head. “wooow, making me all mushy and shit.”

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@evercharmed  --- called for a birthday starter !!!

he didn’t have too many friends- he could count the amount of people he was slightly close to on all ten of his fingers. was it too selfish of him to go to an arcade by himself to celebrate? remember the days where he would spend all his coins and tug on his mother’s dress (maybe even on his brother’s pants) begging for some more chances. the games were addicting and he made an analogy to them like they were life: always giving you another chance. even when you lose, there’s a second, a third, maybe even fifteenth time to keep trying until you reign victorious. he’s picked up on a shooting game, squinting one eye while looking through the scope in order to hit the zombies coming at him. he loses, a loud groan spills out before catching a glance at someone who had happened to be watching him intently. “hey, do you wanna play with me?” he shakes the tokens in his cup, setting it down on the surface to rest. “i’ll pay.”