#hiddcnscrts

[nghtmcrs-blog]

— revelations

º galaxies contain a million stories ⟪ @hiddcnscrts | hanbin & daeyeol (ft. the idiots) ⟫

daeyeol was just tired at this point. he didn’t really remember the last night he had a good rest without any form of nightmares or guilt keeping him awake, but he was at least a little glad hanbin wasn’t there to witness all of them. it didn’t stop hanbin from worriedly asking how daeyeol had slept though, but over time it had become fairly easy to tell hanbin it was alright when it really wasn’t. daeyeol hated himself for it, but he hated himself for the root cause of it all. he wanted to tell hanbin about it all so bad, but he hadn’t told anyone ever, scared of their reactions. hopefully, this evening would take his mind off of things just a little bit. he could just lean into hanbins side, yawn explained by saying therapy was a drag, and it would be fine. daeyeol gladly spent his day off with the others, with all of their schedules rarely aligning so everyone could be there.  even though he was tired, he still helped hanbin and jinhwan to set things up and get snacks, jinhwan already gushing about the videos he wanted to show them. true crime videos. it caught daeyeol off guard, but he guessed, prayed the chances of finding his own story on the screen was very slim. adding onto it, there shouldn’t really be much information about him anyways. he tried not to think too much about it, and just put a chaste kiss onto hanbins lips once jinhwan was out of the kitchen, probably looking for his boyfriend. he followed jinhwan out soon after, putting the bowls he carried on the coffee table and sitting down in a spot he knew hanbin could join him.

[frostbvte-blog]

starter for @hiddcnscrts

⸻ “NEXT TIME YOU WANT ME TO PICK YOU UP, PLEASE TELL ME THE EXACT HOUR AND STICK TO IT”. Yes, Jaehee was being bitchy as he looked at the girl in front of him but in his mind, he had more than a little bit of a right to do so. He promised to drive her home after her dance practice cause there was nobody who’d escort her home and the streets have recently gotten a little more dangerous. That, however, didn’t mean that he was ready to sit in his car, in front of a dance school, like a creep for over an hour. He could feel the suspicious gaze of the middle-aged janitor that was cleaning out the front entrance. Those were the moments where Jaehee hated his white hair as naturally, everyone around him perceived him as (best case scenario) a good-for-nothing or (worst case scenario) a young, beginning gangster out there looking to cause trouble. He had been asked to leave the premises of not one place and he didn’t like the way the guy was eyeing him. Every minute spent waiting for Jonghee turned into its own eternity before she finally decided to come out. “I understand this is your hobby, but like -- warn me next time? Just a simple text is enough just so I don’t worry, okay?”

[sevenrings1x1-blog]

ツ universe 101: what if it’s us?

@hiddcnscrts

tap, tap, tap. the tapping rarely ceased. when it did, it was replaced by mechanical functions such as the readjusting of her glasses or a sip of her dark coffee. hyunjin couldn’t afford getting distracted. her final exam was in a couple of days and her attempt at hammering the information into her brain by carrying a book on top of her head failed miserably. she called it “alternative studying”, but in truth, it was nothing more than wishful thinking. 

a soft grunt left the female’s lips as she glanced around, trying to find motivation or a ray of hope. she didn’t expect it to have the shape of a man. is that ass guy? her thoughts flew back to the thirsty comment she made few years back. once she caught glance of his rear, hyunjin nodded to herself. it’s definitely ass guy. 

slipping the glasses off and bending the screen of her laptop inward, almost shutting the thing off, the female leaned forward. her burning stare was obvious and most likely disturbing to anyone glancing her way, but nothing seemed to shake her off. 

“are you stalking me? i’ve seen you around a couple of times and let me tell you, stalking isn’t cute. not in this century.” her voice wasn’t loud enough to wake the dead, but only for him to hear, as if cutting the distance between their tables. 

[vintcgedrops-a-blog]

starter (2/3) for // @hiddcnscrts

   he clutched the ticket tightly in his hands for brief moments of fear that it would fly away. he hadn’t been invited to anything in such a long time it was hard to remember. and this was something so special to her. “your dance recital..--- you want me there?” the ticket was confirmation enough, but he had wanted to hear her say it herself. a part of him nervous that this was nothing more than a pity invite and feeling a little pathetic because even if it was he’d still go. to be surrounded back he had once lost himself in and watch art be used to create more art. it’d be nice if she really did want him amongst the faces of friends and family, even if she couldn’t see him. he wanted to believe his presence would bring her some comfort.

[serialsong-bye]

@hiddcnscrts !!

     “as much as i would love to join you tonight, i’m busy.” and kt truly is busy, or else he will find any suitable excuse under the sun to put off work if he can go out and enjoy a fun evening with welcome company.

[leafproducticns]

     @hiddcnscrts​ plotted for a fatherly starter

         “oh-oh my god, there you are.” anyone could hear the man’s racing heart from a mile away. his forehead was covered in sweat and he even had undetectable pit-stains growing underneath layers of fabric. the black mask he wore over his mouth was hardly helping to hide the once terror, now relief, on his face.          he made his way to the stranger, seeing his daughter minji playing calmly with them.          “i’m so sorry about her.” he knelt down next to the pair and turned to his daughter, smiling. he pulled his mask down so she could see his face, and she seemed nonchalant about his presence. “where have you been, honey ?? daddy got so worried.” he was barely catching his breath.          “i’m really sorry about her again. i hope she didn’t cause a lot of trouble.”

[gallaxians]

                  @hiddcnscrts || river and ?? 

Another glass is set down on top of the counter, River automatically reaching for the bottle to refill it back with liquor. The bar is fairly quiet, as it usually is as last-call approaches. Meaning that they are mostly just standing around at this point now, wiping down the bar every so often and refilling the random glasses from end to end. The nymph is perched against the wood, a tired yawn escaping their lips as the clock ticks past three o’clock. Still an hour more and way too quiet for their liking. 

“Can I get you anything else?” The soft inquiry is meant for the person in front of them, River’s back bending as they lean their elbows against the wood surface. “What brings you here tonight? I’d ask if you were celebrating but usually people don’t do that alone.” 

[solornearchived-blog]

             NOSE WOULD WRINKLE  .   /     a glance of momentary  irritation  flickering o’ver marred features as he’d lift his head up from where he had been digging into moist soil moments before.  ‘   yah , keep walkin’ punk.   ’    nothing to see here but a tough guy planting some flowers along the barren sidewalk corner.   //  @hiddcnscrts