#krxeve

[taekass]

wake the dead, @krxeve

Well damn, he'd finally done it. The cops were going to come raining down on his door, he was going to spend his birthday in jail, and his parents were going to be so disappointed. He'd finally drugged someone to sleep. ...Not on purpose! Well, okay, it was on purpose, but he didn't have any bad intentions! Hyungwon sighed as he unlocked his front door, thanking the gods once again for finding a place on the first floor. Screw stairs.

Hyungwon carried the girl into his apartment, doing his best not to crash into anything and get her safely to his couch. God, all he really knew about her was her name. Song Eve. Someone he kept seeing outside lost in thought even when he locked up the dance studio at 2, 3AM. He offered a cup of tea, his special kind, and now he was in this mess. The tea usually didn't work this fast! God. Why was he so nice?

Hyungwon groaned, dropping a blanket on the girl before dropping himself into his bed. Whatever, not his problem anymore. This was a problem for tomorrow's him. 

[krxkyungsoo]

━ Grumpy x2

@krxeve

It's an unusual night just as it's unusual for Kyungsoo to be lingering on the same page of his book for longer than necessary. He's not exactly reading, which is odd by itself, but rather feels distracted. There must be something quite not right, a reason for the impending closing of his book (that he bookmarks for later to continue). He looks around and frowns before getting up. The silence is almost daunting but that's nothing new. Usually, people have other things to make noise like pets but not Kyungsoo. Albeit not a choice he made on his own, he rather keep his allergies in check than risk the red eyes and stuffy nose. He really, really likes dogs too so that's quite unfair.

He doesn't turn the tv on for company, he thinks that's something only ridiculous people do when desperate for another human voice -which is totally not what he feels like hearing at the moment. Not at all.

He must be coming down with something, he is sure of it. He saw enough people to last him a lifetime with that group photoshoot that he "absolutely had to do". Fine, the end results will turn out great but all that white noise in the background drives him crazy sometimes. He's a loner, he doesn't need endless chatting in his life, not every day at least. Yet, here he is, pressing the icon on a familiar contact and hoping that someone else doesn't have anything to do for the night.

It takes her way too long to pick up that he is already planning the next in his head for distractions sake. Thankfully, she answers and doesn't sound sleepy. He probably hit the jackpot there.

"Hey, what took you so long to pick up? Where you in the bathroom or something?"

[krxmarktuan]

🎶 + Good To You by Marianas Trench

I thought I saw a sign somewhere between the lines. Maybe it’s me, maybe I only see what I want. 

The aroma of brewed coffee calmed him all of his life yet Mark felt his heartbeat violently against his chest. The café was packed, the clattering of utensils and conversation should be drowning his ears, but Mark found himself hear everything in only a muffled blur. Lastly, Mark knows that he should be focusing on the scattered notes and books all over the table, but his eyes were glued to the person beside him.

It has been a while since Mark agreed to help Eve in her studies and never did he felt this bothered by how the lady carried herself. He was annoyingly aware of every move she made, overthinking every single word she say. Mark smiles as he corrects a spelling error in one of the theorists’ name, before having his air knocked out of his lungs when the other returned a smile back. 

“She might be interested in you”, it was but a fleeting comment of an employee this morning and Mark was sure it was made without any harm in mind, but boy did the comment swallow the young lad’s attention and thoughts the entire day. Mark dated both guys and girls, but he has to admit that it has been a while since he was in anything close to a romantic relationship. 

The session ended and Mark is still confused. She moved and spoke in such a way that anyone that isn’t Mark is sure to fall for. The glimmer in her eyes and the suggestive smile, did they really exist? Or is it all due to the power of suggestion?

[krtaemin]

☤ : Is there anything about their health they are continuously on edge about? Something they disregard?

how about the prospect that taemin is completely and totally unprepared for the concept of mortality?

despite being human the last 23 years and understanding that all humans die, he still bares the mentality of being an immortal god. now, half of that is directly linked to him being young and reckless, and usually dying is something that happens to other people when you’re 23, but his lack of concern borders on ridiculous. he sits on the edges of rooftops, on the tallest buildings in seoul, the wind threatening to drag him down off the ledge, but he pays it no mind–as if it’s simply unthinkable that something he once controlled could turn on him so drastically. the wind and the sky are his, his soul tells him, he’ll never fall to his death.

[krxkyungsoo]

✖ : Describe a way to make them uneasy or apprehensive.

Adding some more things because there are quite a few.  People knowing about his ability stresses him, he doesn’t like to talk about it nor how it works which is why he never mentions it (he doesn’t mention it at all, but neither does he to other “gods” unless they ask. in which case he’ll try to ignore the question). All of it because once when he was a kid, he was stupid enough to mention it to a school friend (because he was scared of it) and the kid was so obsessed with it that he ended up making up rumors about him. He used to believe that he would kill people if he touched them until he realized that having hades in him didn’t mean he was death itself. He can see and predict death though so it’s not much better. (don’t ask him when you’re going to die. chances are that he does know because he can see your lifespan, but really, don’t). Another thing not to talk about: his dad’s murder. That conversation just… isn’t going to end well.