#hdxjominho

[hdxyerim]

city without a star — ;

            The loud blaring of the bass bounced to and fro across the enclosed space in the form of waves, and with it the people -- a flood of red mouths smitten with the taste of adrenaline, thoughts tongue-tied and twisted by the toxic touch of alcohol as bodies soaked in sweat and glitter all met to crash along the shore of fluorescent flooring. Blank eyes burned bright like stars amongst the bold outlines of silhouettes that casted her underneath shadow. Yet somehow her steps managed to stay smooth and selective in swift strides through hasty ones that sidestepped and stumbled along with their owners.

            Experience, it was all experience -- the way the girl managed to slither through the crush of bodies, her face blending into those filtered by greens and neon gold lights from the strobes above as not-so-picky hands picked up what they could from unsuspecting pockets and purses. Be it in leather lips or plastic, clutches both made of cloth and elastic, they were all quietly taken and emptied of their monetary contents by the end of the night. Content? Content -- such a word could not describe the way rose-red lips curved into a pleased smirk at every find, how brown orbs held a certain glint to them as she searched to fulfill her hunger. Every tingling breath left her senses seduced and sedated by her surroundings, rendering her reckless. While alcohol kept the club’s rendezvous going, memory lead hers -- each swipe and swap a reclamation of her youth; youth that had walked in and out of many doors of many homes without second thoughts, without another look back. But for some reason or another --

            She always found herself back here.

            Six months. Six months Yerim managed to have stayed there, back then the foster daughter of a pair of straight-laced accountants. Within a month, they had found out of her nightly routines at the nearby nightclub. Coupled with the knowledge of  her accompaniments being frequenters of the local police station, it was enough give them to claim her a lost cause and put up every barricade possible for her to go down that path any further. But every other night, there she was under the flashing lights, more thief than dancing queen with pockets still being picked. 

             They had never found out about her habits. 

            So there the female was, stepping over the same floor tiles and stealing under the same city without a star (those had been stolen too -- every single one plucked from the night sky by the concrete jungle below), the only addition to the picture being that time had stretched her skin strong and thick. Yerim made her way further into the heart of the club, slipping away another wallet from a pair of worn jeans as she passed.

            At seventeen, she had been able to leave every hunt without ever being found out. 

                        ( A hand pulled her back into the abyss. )

                                     "Hey -- " 

             At twenty three, that was just another story. 

[hdxfei]

Ariel

Ariel: My character praising a trait of yours they don’t like

Fei was slowly cooking…literally. Apparently, Minho’s apartment was really hot…even in autumn. As the loud babbling of some foreign MC coming from the TV got lost in the background, Fei fanned herself quietly, catching the man’s attention. “Why is it so hot in here…?" she complained quietly.

Minho’s hand suddenly combed through her hair before pulling it up, in a ponytail. Fei glanced at him and seconds later, covered her ears. “Noo! There’s a reason for keeping my hair down at all times…I hate my ears." 

The male seemed slightly amused by her reaction, proving it with a laugh and a shake of his head. “Your ears look fine to me…they’re pretty…?”

Fei’s cheeks soon heated up and she randomly burried her head in one of the pillows resting on the comfortable couch. As the man laughed, she just whined “Minho…you’re so embarrassing!" 

[hdxara-blog]

hdxjominho:

Annoyance bubbled in the young man’s veins with every passing ring. It was not the fault of the person on the other line, but rather a fault in himself—blatant stupidity, basically, and a good deal of hard luck. The day had started off poor –a stubbed tone, a smashed mug— and progressed through the day—having actually managed to get severely told off by an older woman who accused him of purposefully spilling dirty flower water on her. Needless the say, Minho had done nothing of the sort, but the woman had been convinced and he had little room to argue without enraging her further.

The moment Minho stepped back into the hallway of his apartment complex, he had been certain that the day was coming to an end… until he noticed something. While he still had the keys for the flower shop, the set that unlocked the door of his home was nowhere.

It was only after some frantic patting-down that Minho finally resorted to using his phone. He let out a long, sign when the ringing finally ceased and a familiar voice hit his eye drums.

“Hey, do you know how to pick a lock?”

The phone’s vibrations reverberated through the cold surface of the marble made counter on the very edge of the kitchen, startling the petite girl who had both of her hands occupied with an ice cream pot, nutella and a small bowl. Shaking her head slightly at the horrible timing her acquaintances possessed, Ara quickly shifted through the kitchen, resting what will soon become a master piece of a dessert in the counter as she freed her hands to unlock the phone and finally answer the call.

“Hello there? “A playful chuckle escaped through her parted reddish lips at the sound of her neighbor’s voice, though it echoed in a more tiresome manner than a properly fun joke. “Unfortunately, you’re out of luck, I only know how to break through a window and that particular skill might not be that useful for someone living in the third floor.”

A soft smile brightened up her delicate features as she reminded herself from the few times she had managed to lock herself out of her apartment when her roommate was out of town in yet another flight and it wouldn’t hurt to lend a hand to a friend, after all. “On the other hand, though, I do believe in a nice neighborhood policy and I happen to have a lot of ice cream in here, so address yourself to the sixteenth floor and join me? I can help you to look for the key later if needed.” Ara tapped her manicured nails against the counter as she rapidly added. “Sounds like a good plan to you?"

[jynxly-blog]

[sms : hyung] i'm thinking about getting a bike.

[SMS]: `BRAT -- are you thinking about purchasing your personal bike rider too? if you're not riding him either, i don't think it's worth the money 👎👎👎

[hdxsoohyuk-blog]

Talk and Take-Out // Minho, Soohyuk

Shining shoes clipped rough pavement, churning clouds rolling in a writhing sky as the air became thick with the stench of oncoming rain and the wind shifted drastically.

He had to hurry.

Lee Soohyuk walked quickly through the escaping crowds as they bustled and bumped one another. He was going against the current, plastic bags crinkling and cloth coats wavering as he brushed past, anyone and everyone rushing to escape the approaching storm. But not he.

Bouquettish.

His final destination was a rather unique one, not a place that many frequented, but that the rising director found himself at more often than most.

At his left side hung a bulging messenger bag-- papers, sketch books and the beginnings of something great all shoved and crumpled within, and on his right swung a white, plastic bag, the contents weighing it down at the base as the take-out containers fought to break holes in the thin material.

A waiting disaster, and I’m not talking about the food…

With those books and sketches came the first traces of the idea now overwhelming the 29-year-old’s head like a sickness. His masterpiece, his disaster. For nights he had pined after concepts and wrestled with possibility until he grew numb to the world and ached with the strain. His next show. It was going to be amazing, he told himself. “A true hit.” Those words of encouragement the only way he could convince himself that staying up all hours of the night was intelligent and worthwhile when his very eyes ached as if bruised.

However, despite inspiration and meager skill, Soohyuk had hit a road block, many in fact. Things were not tying together, concepts that flowed beautifully in his mind now falling apart into stuttering messes when he tried to get them down on paper.

It was no good. He needed help. So it was onto help that he went this evening.

Minho was an old friend, his help, a being of such creative background that it overjoyed the director simply to know him—to talk with him—to hold discussion around him. However fate is not always kind to the inspirational in our world.

To put it simply, Minho’s artistic dreams were put on hold drastically in favor of a much more humble beginning. The flower shop, his Bouquettish, which was the location Soohyuk now fought towards like a jungle explorer fording a river of streaming people.

Despite the storm, despite his friend’s setbacks, despite every pothole life has thrown at them, the two friends were still creative minds—hearts that could never let go of the passions they’d felt as children in those artistic years. Regardless of hardship, they were still pushing onwards, a pair of warriors for dreams that may not even be realized yet. But for now, even in the small things they could work together, build something fantastic and affect the world. 

Or so was the plan…

The rain began to fall in great droplets as the nearly running Soohyuk finally crossed the flower shop’s threshold like an athlete breaking his finish line. He was panting, the storm’s first attacks rolling down his sharp cheekbones in natural rivulets until he brushed them away with a weighted sleeve and glanced around the space with a refined smile.

Now to find Minho.

[hdxhongjonghyun]

❝ — ℒiquid ℱire ❞

It was always terrfying going out and acting beyond his regular mental schedule, it was rather monotonous in comparison to the person he was trying to see. Minho. 

The thought alone of going to a club allowed trepidation to creep into his bones, mind in a whirl wind as he suddenly felt like eyes were glued to the back of his head. Three flights of stairs later, true anxiety started to pierce his composure and within that small walk he thought of a million and three reasons why he shouldn't.

While also thinking of a million and three excuses why he couldn't, but this was his friend. He trusted Minho, with everything. 

In a way, Hong Jonghyun looked up to Minho for a copious amount of reasons. He was care free, his shoulders weren't laden with the burdens that rested on Jongyuns shoulders, weighing him down with every minute he was outside of his home.

Pacing back and fourth infront of the apartment number, he had to pep talk himself up; This will be fun, what could really happen? It's just for fun.

A deep breath, he knockd thrice on the door. But the moment his knuckles hit the wood he regretted it, he should have said no -- stayed home. But Minhos intentions were pure, to help him in a sense.

The muscles beneath his skin were tense and his jaw was clenched to some degree, but he would wear a smile when he answered the door. Shoving his hands into his pockets he made the attempt to swallow down the nerves and instill his trust into his friend. 

What could truly go wrong? Two men out and about, drinking conversing, relaxing. Something that seemed somewhat foreign to Jonghyun, beaten into his mind that he had a reputation to uphold on his fathers behalf. Such a stress he didn't need, and Minho saw and knew that, all of it.

Clearing his throa as the door opened, his heart rate became ragged. But his lips curled upward into a smile as his eyes landed along the familiar face. "Hey, ready?" a quirk of his brow and his smle turning lop sided. "I'm excited." he lied through his teeth, but his features remained as genuine as he could allow his expression to be. 

[hdxjessica]

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[hdxjessica]

NO. - JESSICA and MINHO

Mr. Jo Minho,

It has come to my attention that the location of your store is quite strategical and in the vicinity of "My J".

This is a short letter since I wish to afford your store in order to be able to extend the building of my own shop. I have not yet decided on a specific sum, but if you do come to a price for your shop, please do announce me. Also, we could meet one day and talk about it.

Sincerely,

Jessica Jung.