seen from Bangladesh
seen from China
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from Israel
seen from Israel
seen from United States
seen from Bulgaria
seen from Canada
seen from Canada
seen from Italy
seen from United Kingdom
seen from China
seen from Poland
seen from Poland
seen from Malaysia
seen from United Kingdom
seen from China
seen from China
seen from Malaysia
[ text - jerk face ] pick me up please [ text - jerk face ] i'm really bored [ text - jerk face ] should i use the "h" word? [ text - jerk face ] hyung, pick me up
[ text to : jongidiot ] How come you only text me when you need something?
[ text to : jongidiot ] Ah, the hyung card. Super effective.
[ text to : jongidiot ] Where are you? Aren't you in concert preparations?
gotyoungjay:
right now! (/ yells loudly as he opens the door with a large grin ) hi hyung!
[ ⇢ as soon as the younger opened the door, the taller male holds up a red velvet cake with deep red vanilla layers of sponge, a hint of chocolate, cream cheese frosting and a few candles on top, tugging the corners of his lips into a huge grin when he steps inside along with Chanyeol who's already blowing trumpet behind ] Happy Birthday, buddy.
█ ▌i wish you were here ( again ) ░ n ✕ j
She doesn't mind the cold brushing along her cheeks, caressing the skin with a gentle touch whenever she walks past people silently to wait. Naeun isn't waiting for something nor someone in particular, she's waiting for the day to pass by so when she settles into the warmth of her sheets she'll instantly fall into a proper slumber. Her coat rests over the shoulders down to cover her entire petite figure, walking down the path as the grains of dirt was pushed away to the sides.
The female doesn't visit the park like she used to, she tends to avoid them because it brings her memories whether she can vividly remember them or it's a hazy image in her mind. Nonetheless, it's the only place she finds comfort therefore those thoughts were forcefully pushed away. A mist of fog falls out of her lips when they part an inch away from one another. "Excuse me." Is what slips out afterwards, not sure if the particular stranger heard her or not but she didn't want to fall into his space without given permission.
They didn't meet eye to eye, when her gaze falls over to the wooden bench she can practically feel someone's gaze directed to her frame up to her visage. Taking a step forward, she placed herself on the seat besides him. Lips pressed together nervously, pearly whites grazing along the bottom lip and she says nothing more to him. He must be listening to music hence is why he didn't say a word to her but he didn't -- he's just there sitting there.
And for some odd reason, Naeun couldn't exactly press a finger upon the situation but the feeling's quite familiar to her. The movements, the date of it wasn't clear in her mind either. Hesitantly she peers over his direction, capturing a quick glance despite her being quite afraid to do so but he looks like someone she knows. The woman can't recall his name but it's practically resting on the tip of her tongue. Delusional is what she thinks but it isn't a dream.
He's a fragment of the past that she's been trying to avoid.
joazun replied to your post: joazun said:Noona... why so sexy-...
Ah now I’m speechless. [ ⇢ he curls the corners of his lips into a small smile ]
I'm just telling the truth. /she grins, reaching to pinch his cheek lightly/ I wasn't able to watch you train but I was there during your showcase..s and I know for a fact that you can be sexy when you have to. And then go back to being cute Jongin after.
!
SEND A “!” FOR OUR MUSES MARRIED LIFE
Who was the one to propose:
Chanyeol. He’d drop the ring at the last minute out of nerves, but the whole proposal would be significant and thought through.
Who stressed more over wedding planning:
Jongin. Because of Jongin’s idol status, it’d be a small wedding.
Who decorated the house:
Both of them would have a say in what things went were.
Who is more organized:
Chanyeol.
Who initiates bedroom fun:
Chanyeol. Especially after long world tours and days spent traveling for meetings.
Who suggested kids first:
Jongin.
Who’s more dominant:
Chanyeol.
Who’s the cuddler:
Both, but Chanyeol is definitely one for affection.
What’s their favorite non-sexual activity:
Lazy Saturdays spent singing their favorite American songs and Jongin teaching Chanyeol how to dance around the house.
Who kills the spiders?
Chanyeol.
Who falls asleep first:
Chanyeol. And very indiscreetly so.
Who is louder?
By nature, Chanyeol.
Who is more experimental?
Jongin would surprise Chanyeol.
Do they fuck or make love?
Make love.
Who is more likely to be caught masturbating?
...Jongin?
Who comes first?
They'd never admit who.
Who is better at oral and who prefers it?
Chanyeol.
Who usually initiates things?
Chanyeol.
Who is more sensitive?
Jongin.
Who has the most patience?
Jongin.
joazun replied to your post “I miss my noona.”
[ ⇢ walking towards her, he finally wraps both arms around her slim waist, letting a small sigh after ] Thank you, I really need it.
/frowns slightly, wrapping her arms around him too then giving him a light squeeze before gently rubbing his back/ No need to thank me. You know I don't like seeing you sad.
◎
◎ -- It's raining and my muse finds yours outside completely drenched and crying.
--
Untied shoelaces flicker with leftover drops of rain as hurried steps clammer against pave that is completely soaked to its core. He's late coming back from the convenience store; but assuming that there'll be nobody even at the dorm to pick at his poor punctuality, he finds himself at a slow once the cross road appears.
The light flashes red and he's off again, the entrance towards the complex coming into view. There are children nearby splashing into the puddles; grouchy elders standing on their front porches complaining about who knows what. It's the usual sight on a gloomy evening in Seoul and for the first time in awhile it drags on his shoulders too.
However, he doesn't find the sound of what appears to be crying that familiar. He's just turning the corner towards the entrance of their complex before a curled up figure appears in view, a dark hoodie draped over their shoulders. Their head is down, tucked between two knobby knees and he can tell that they're trembling; not from the chill of the rain but from the mere burden of tears and soft whimpering.
He blinks, quickening his pace before he realizes just who it is. Jongin.
The umbrella tightens in his own grip and his friend's cries only grow louder as the distance between them comes to a close. It's heart wrenching, just by the way their unspoken sorrow travels through the air. Sehun can't help but find himself at a loss for words as he kneels before their shivering frame; hands still masking a tear-stained visage.
The younger gently reaches forward and clasps his fingers around Jongin's thin wrists, jaw dropping ever so slightly at the sight of swollen eyelids and cracked lips. Jongin turns away, head resting against the brick wall in exhaustion. His breath is shaky and uneven, the occasional attempt at choking back a sob emitting from his throat.
The silence continues to grow deafeningly loud and there are no words that can be exchanged; just brief moments of eye contact and intertwined finger tips that keep the crying at bay. They don't need to even speak, one being there for the other has always been more than enough.
And when the tears fail to arise once again, Sehun offers the other a warm smile before tugging them back onto their feet, still keeping their hands clasped together. Brown eyes livening once again, Jongin returns the smile with a small lopsided grin before they make their way passed the doors of the building; umbrella long abandoned on the pavement.
