#lastsnever

[091798-blog1]

@lastsnever。

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there she goes again! somehow, whenever they meet, something always happens, and eunhee ends up hurting herself — tripping, running into poles, hitting her head. donghyun finds it endearing, yet at the same time he can’t help but worry about the girl’s well-being. one of these days, he thinks, she’s going to trip and fall and break a leg or god knows what else. ‘are you sure you should be laughing right now? you have to be more careful, eunhee-ah.’ barely able to conceal his grin, he wags a finger at her in feigned disapproval, shaking his head playfully. ‘ah, you got me. it’s me, your personal guardian angel.’ a small snort leaves his lips as he raises his hands in mock surrender. then he falls silent, chewing on his lower lip as he glances at her. hesitantly, he reaches out to brush her bangs aside so he can take a closer look at the bump on her forehead, but his hand stops in mid-air, seeking reassurance. ‘can i...?’

[jcmood-blog]

“i am,” ( @lastsnever ) she answers the way everyone else does, reassuring despite erratic heartbeats and a few strands of hair out of place. there was always something … off about them all. (and she does mean them all.) the smile she offers is hesitant by nature, already overthinking where her gaze should rest. (the left eye, or the right. the left, or the right.) her beam sits unwavering despite it all. “yeah, everything’s going … well.”

this was the blissful ignorance of the life led by someone so chronically nervous: the line separating who’s intimidating and who isn’t blurred to nothingness. but yubin wears it like the blissful ignorance of someone who simply is. (for years now, she has learnt to get away with it.) “how have you been?”

mundane inquiries, for a mundane world, where mundane souls, go about mundanely. a mundane boy and a mundane girl, sit by the table and let the mundane inquiries flow. jc’s got a smile pulled from the strings of words aligned in his mind and how it made him tap his finger atop of the surface of the table, he chanted it within, but it’s showing that his mind was distant for a millisecond. not absolutely torn apart, because it relates to no and to yubin facing him. he’s facing her, gaze on and he always faces without a flinch, watching people try to seek a safe zone to put their eyes on can get fascinating. 

“haven’t you heard about it? i am hurt.” a reference to a fame he wears nowhere on his skin. there are the prowess of a life he’s living, now and then. ink has definitely made its place on his skin. here and there. but the fame is nothing but a fading scar, till it is non existent. that is because papercut and everyone within the band, they make sure to have a life outside of the stage. it is hard to pinpoint if they even have a slice of sweet fame on their tongues. “i am a bit tired, but that’s lack of sleep. you get plenty of that at least?” 

[prktkk-blog]

do you want to poison yourself? (from yubin)

SENTENCE STARTERS

ㅡ 。 unless he is prepared to meet death, there is no other way he’d want to poison his own body. taekwon has been severely careful with his health, that this is never an option. whilst the wideness of his disbelief eyes darting at the female. “wha- what do you mean? is is this bad? am I going to die? I- I just had a sip I swear!” but the panic in his voice didn’t help at all. taekwon’s face instantly turned pale, whilst his heart beat pitched, making his breath imbalance. “I’m too young to die?!”

[univcrsty-a-blog]

@lastsnever

[text; Yubin] Did you start your honors thesis noona?

[text; Yubin] Dr. Lim says we should start something before even stepping into his room.

[text; Yubin] what did you say you were going to do for your thesis?

[chthnc]

@lastsnever:

so perhaps she hadn’t been the most subtle whilst staring as he ate. (to her credit, it never worked before during the greater part of her life.) palms are splayed out to accept the treat, her lips and front teeth clamping over it before she could let the thought simmer for much longer; lithe fingers work off the wrapper that clung to the bottom before offering it back to the male. dayoon was made out of peculiar tact and/or lack thereof. (note: ‘tact’ is interchangeable with many words, and then some.) her eyes turn to crescents when she smiles, gratitude comes after. “thank you,” is muffled through a mouthful.

Why don’t little girls ever use their words? This is what comes to mind, with his snout pointed down and his blackened eyes lifted upward. Up, surveying her face, studying every sweep of her own eyes over his snack. And mind you, these thoughts don’t come with the company of distaste, belligerence, or anything of that sort. No, it comes rather dry. Should just ask.

“Here, you can have the rest.” He’s eating these individually wrapped and brightly-colored candies. Shit made mostly of either oils or sugars hold a firm spot at #1 in his dietary list. Hear him out, he doesn’t have to eat so some junk every once and awhile won’t hurt. And while being on the stop of not needing to eat, this is (in fact) the reason he’s plopping the remains of inside his crinkled convenience store bag in her small open hands. Petite enough for him to wonder if the hard candy will overwhelm those dainty palms, spill over, and plummet to the ground like raindrops. (Spoiler alert: they do.) But she’s pleased, it seems. When Dayoon is offering the remaining bunch back to him, he’s waving a hand dismissively. A rather prince-like operation, if I do say so myself. I mean look at him, his chin lifted up and now his gaze is turned downward to meet hers. Hand flapping in the air. She out’ta punch him in the gut. 

“Nah, you can keep hold on them. Honestly? If you ever want a snack, just let me know.” Pause. “I got you.” Cue the cheeky smile. 

[wccjnq-blog]

“The stepping stool is unecessary.” (from yubin)

::protective sentence starters

he didn’t mean to judge, but in correlation of that very scene. it seems that the stepping stool is very necessary, considering the distance between the tip of her fingers, and the wooden shelf. to be honest, woojin can minimize the situation by stealing the task from the teacher, after all he is much taller, and applicable than she is, however, he remained close in tact, observing as the woman do her deed.

“kind of.” he respond, very short and almost vague. his hands resting on each side of her waist, in case a klutz lost balance. palms left hanging, and not really touching her side or anything. just a precautionary measure. 

‘so, pasta for tonight?”

[bcnnenuit-a-blog]

i don't know how but you've somehow managed to make it worse. (from noeul) / thank you for reblogging!

               “worse? i think i’ve actually made things better. you’re not looking at the bigger picture.”

[moondeis-blog]

ㅡ starter  for  @lastsnever ❞

“Oh my days, I’m so sorry.” The blonde female swiftly turns around, after she discovered the mini accident she’d caused without realizing. She covered her mouth for a second in startle, before she leaned and squat down to help the other pick up their belongings on the ground. “I wasn’t looking to where I’m going, I’m really really sorry.”