#hyoushiko

[kyungsoomd]

@hyoushiko

“Sure, like maybe I should bring all my stuff now, for when I think about never going back again,huh?” a playful laugh resonates from her lips after sharing such thoughts, glancing over the doctor who was watching her pack some clothes. He was the sensible conscience holding her back from being too spontaneous or impulsive, but this time, he’d let her ramble on and on about wanting to go to some South American country. He wasn’t even surprised when she told him she’d booked for a week-long trip for Peru. Doing it for the llamas, she said.

“I’m going to hike to the Machu Picchu with these god-given legs, doc. Can you believe? They say the place is so beautiful, though, it’s like a little fulfillment when you get to see its whole beauty. And then maybe I can jump–” she expects Kyungsoo’s owl-like eyes to widen, but it only make her beam. “–kidding, of course.”

Despite digesting the joke without giving it much thought, he insisted on letting her pack her bags and flee the country, silently reminding her to look back without regret as she brings only the necessities with her. The extra baggage which followed her from Fukuoka must be left behind, he thinks. With a clenched fist, he planned to advise her with that too, but he held his tongue between his teeth. He wasn't in place to say something so recklessly, and neither was he prepared to reflect on his own accounts of overdue baggage disposal. "Maybe you should."

"I only pray that wherever you're going to set foot on–" A short pause as he exhales to let out the father-like anxiousness he possessed over this whole South American trip of hers. "You'll make a mark with your footprints. Marks that won't be transient like the ones cast on shorelines, exciting but evanescent. I want marks that would leave a lasting impression, until we're both in our 60's, in our rocking chairs as we swing back and forth while admiring the landscape of New Zealand."

[chnyul]

@hyoushiko // continued from here

The course of events happened fast–she was merely dining late at the Viva Polo, choosing to go there because it was one of the few opened restaurants in Myeongil during such time, when Chanyeol coincidentally made a surprise visit to his mother. She didn’t intend on saying hello–her relationship with EXO members were rather limited to a few hi’s and hello’s, and she was mere acquaintances with most of them, including him, because for  the most part, she used to always meet Jongin at home. He recognized her, however, and a few greetings turned into conversations and catching up.

Hyosung tried not to tread on more sensitive topics, but as the idol continued to talk about how he spent his free time, she was left wondering on how possible it was for Chanyeol to be able to spare some time for what he wanted to do. If he’s free, aren’t other members supposed to be afforded the same free time as well? What about…Nini?

“I don’t want to sound selfish, but…do you think that you can make even just a little time for the people you love, despite the pressures of being an idol? Even just a tiny bit?”

it wasn’t a rare occurrence for chanyeol to visit viva polo to see his mother. he usually went during the times where it was slow and there weren’t many people there. a lot of fans often dined at the restaurants in hope of seeing the owner’s son himself, and while he did meet fans there often, he also made sure not to make it a habit. it becomes a little tedious, and he doesn’t want to subject his mother to having to deal with something like that. it is a public place, after all, meant for a generally quiet lunch or dinner.

that’s not to say chanyeol won’t say hi to someone if he knows them, though. he knows a lot of people, and he doesn’t see a point in passing on the chance to try and keep up a friendship, no matter how little of one it was.

he would call hyosung an acquaintance of sorts, but that doesn’t stop him from talking a lot. he likes to talk and he likes to keep conversations going, even if they are a little centered around him. he always has something new going on, and if asked, he wasn’t about to keep it to himself -- at least not the stuff that he can talk about. what he wasn’t expecting though was the sudden words from hyosung of not wanting to be selfish, followed by words that shock him a little.

he blinks once, then twice.

he’s not sure if he should be offended or not, because he always makes time for the people he loves. chanyeol puts them first, even before himself.

‘what do you mean?’ his brows furrow slightly as the corners of his lips turn downwards in a frown. ‘i always make time for people i love, despite having being schedules.. even in my free time, the first thing i do is make sure to give them all the time that i can.’ he lifts one of his hands to rub over the nape of his neck, looking away from her briefly. ‘i don’t think it’s wrong to do the things i want to do in my free time..? is that a bad thing?’ 

[jaeneral]

@hyoushiko / / continued from here.

first click. a spark flickers up and flashes before his eyes, before disappearing into nothingness. second click. a rash, burning sensation brims the tip of his thumb. third click. finish. the lighter has depleted its gas, stripping jae of his vice for tonight. “ah. just when i bought a new pack.” the sleek, rubbery cellophane still creaks into his balled fist, soundly resonating throughout the deserted park. it’s midnight, or something along those lines. like the flawed human being he is, he has committed a mistake; he’s retracing his day, although he’s still unable to see where everything went wrong. he shouldn’t have done that. still, it happened. so be it.

it’s when the barren place next to him is filled with the warmth of life that he finally looks up from the golden marlboro logo. the musky perfume is striking, a paced breathing scratching his sensitive ears. a woman, seemingly in her mid 20s just like him, has crashed in his vicinity, her plump lips enumerating complaints he’s unable to keep up with. the heavy stench of alcohol reaches his nostrils, his tired mind finally comprehending the obvious: she’s drunk.

it probably doesn’t matter if he’s here or not, maybe she would have chosen this very bench regardless of the situation and began talking to no one in particular. it is like that with some people, he boldly assumes.

“okay. feel free to evaporate any time you wish.” squeezing the wrapping in his hand one last time, he hurls it towards the trash bin where it just hits the edge and drops to the ground. ironic metaphor. life finds the strangest way to laugh in your face. bitch, his emotions snarl at his bad luck ominously following him. “i work from morning til evening each and every day. i don’t even have time for my own life, you know. today --- i wanted to kiss a girl. and it went badly. and i thought: am i not allowed to live too? to like a girl in peace? no. people like me can’t do that. it’s what i chose to be.” like a full glass with liquid tipping off the margin, so his words spill out without pause. too late to take it back. well, she started it. she’s not the only one with a tired heart.

[jihnq-blog]

* 뭐라구 !? @hyoushiko : cont.

         It is not often that one is able to witness something as peculiar as lascivious adult themes being publicly exposed ; yes, he may be aggrandizing just slightly with his response considering the fact that she’s rather subtle and (somehow) unforthcoming with her work of art (despite it being done in a public venue where people may witness her hands work just as Jinhong did) it is still rather ostentatious to have ... por-- hentai, that is, if he shall consider it in that category, drawn in a cafe. He’s prying just as any typical adolescent boy in the midst of his teenage years -- the curiosirty although killed the cat is a trait that doe-eyed boy such as himself cannot resist to, regardless of how laboriously he would endeavor to ... the inquisitiveness is simply mightier than his volition. And that -- the fact that h’s so credulous and easy-minded -- results in him being exposed to some thing that perhaps he should not have. Albeit, he cannot react to the entire situation with estrangement, can he? He takes a glance, solely a glance, since merely a gander could not harm... or so he believes -- until he’s met with an surpassingly explicit and particularized scenery that is drawn on the white paper -- and his reaction of mixed bashfulness and astonishment is rather priceless, so to say ; his eyes widen and he whispers with marvel, averting his gaze away in order of advocating his sight from what’s offered for his eyes to view as if he is innocent, guiltless as he claims to be by that action.

                 “No-- that’s-- oh my goodness that’s so detailed oh my god!”

[kyungsoomd]

I was going to write you a letter, but maybe I'll postpone it for a little bit. Just warning you about the cheese. ㅋ

I can’t wait for that gooey message then. Make sure there’s extra cheese! Four kinds of cheese, preferably? ㅋㅋ

[gttkwng]

Locust (which is supposed to be lotus—), and Azalea!

{ floral questions } status: not accepting!  

LOCUST: What was your favorite book as a child?

Would you believe me if I said that I didn’t have any in particular? I mean, I had gone through phases when I was all about one specific story or book but after all these years, I’m not quite able to name one that I were exceptionally fond of. I think those children’s books just helped me expand my imagination and, in some way, shaped me and who I’ve grown to be. 

AZALEA: What’s a movie you cried while watching?

It’s rare for me to cry during the movies, I may be quite sensitive and things get to me quite easily but I always try to refrain from crying. Tear-jerking romance stories don’t really affect me as much as, for instance, movies featuring dogs. But I might have shed a tear or two when one of my favourite characters died or suffered greatly - it all depends on how attached I grow to be with the characters on screen. I’m trying to maintain my manly image here, I don’t think I can openly admit what touched my heart in particular, hah.

[14216-blog1]

☆ If I told you I'd share you my pizza, will you be my friend?

send me ☆ + a question and my muse will have to answer it truthfully with absolute honesty

::  — a c c e p t i n g ;

❝ Hah, girl listen — anyone offering me pizza definitely gets to be my friend. Any beer with that pizza? That’d be even better. Name’s Kanto, let’s chill sometime yeah?

[prkmcha-blog]

I love your cute! Would definitely trust a cute doctor with my life!

“Well, lets hope you don’t have to come and see me any time soon,” she smiles at the female. “After all, if you need to see a doctor it means you’re sick and we can’t have you getting sick! You’re too pretty to be getting sick!”