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❝ Does it hurt when I touch it?-- Why are you so calm about this? ❞

Bruised and Broken / @cygnenoir​ No longer accepting. 

Sometimes (re: most of the time), he wished life came with equipped with a reset button; one simple reset button that would rescind everything he’d ever said and done, that would undo everything completely. 

Each time Gaeul touches him, she does so with the utmost care and caution; gingerly, tenderly. She treats him as if he’s fragile, as if each and every last bone and fiber in his body was made up entirely of glass. He assumes she does this because she’s afraid to hurt him, afraid to inflict further damage on the already bruised and broken boy. Though he does admit he’s appreciative towards everything that she’s done for him, he finds her method in doing so utterly irksome. 

“Gaeul.” His voice is flat, void of any hint of annoyance he feels at the moment. “Hey, Gauel.” Taeyong calls out to her again, receives the same response as he did earlier: nothing. Sighing, vexingly, he lifts his head off his hand and captures her wrist, seizing her hand’s movement. As he draws the appendage away from the wound she has tenderly been tending to, his gaze falls over her own and he almost wants to laugh at the absurdity of her enquiry. 

“Does it hurt when I touch it?” 

“What do you think?” He drawls, blatant apathy manifesting across a mien once ruled by mild exasperation. “It does hurt, but it hurts more with your tentative touches. Either do it quick and get it done with, or I’ll do it myself.” He sets her wrist free and tilts his head back until it meets the couch, stygian hues fluttering shut. He wonders why he had even accepted her help in the first place as he normally declines the offers he receives. What had he done otherwise today? 

“Why are you so calm about this?”

For the most part, his position remains unchanged as he passes his gaze over her own. Why is he so calm about this? He contemplates the answer and it’s simple: harboring injures was not necessarily a foreign concept to him. He’s gotten hurt before, endured worse injures than this. Taeyong’s grown accustomed to the feeling, to the pain. “It isn’t a big deal.” He shrugs, tucking an arm behind his head. “What’s done is done. There’s no use crying over spilled milk.”

[tsehuns]

appa, appa! Can we go play in the snow? {/she pulled on his arm}

{`he looks at his daughter, narrowing his eyes in a playful manner as he crouches next to her, stroking her cheek gently with his thumb, shaking his head} Sweetheart, but it's a little too cold, don't you think so? You might catch a cold and umma wouldn't like that. {`sighing softly, he lets out a chuckle and grabs the little girl by the hand} Alright, princess. Do you want to build a snowman? Though, you have to promise you'll obey me, red nose means fun time is over, understood?

[tsehuns]

"Not there.. it's sensitive."

Send my character things that would be said during sex. They’ll have to come up with an alternate situation for them. 

It was the first time in forever since Sehun see the smug look on his friend's face, a dubious expression crossed his face as he sat back, crossing his arms over his chest. "What have you done again this time?" His mouth fell open the moment Jongin removed his jacket, allowing Sehun to get a better view of the little puppy he was cradling in his arms. What an idiot, the dorm didn't allow pets, yet there he was, cradling the little puppy like it was his own child. Sehun glared at him for a short while, before crouching in front of him and reaching out his hand to pet the puppy's head, then he accidentally brushed the tip of its' nose, causing the little animal to retreat back into Jongin's palms. "Not there... it's sensitive." With a playful stare, he pursed his lips then let out an exaggerated sigh. "You know too much when it comes down to animals, don't you?"

[tsehuns]

"Harder, please!"

Send my character things that would be said during sex. They’ll have to come up with an alternate situation for them.  

Sneaking in the art department wasn't such a great decision for both of them, seeing as they barely knew each other but decided to have some fun by causing havoc around. He watched the senior going through a pile of clothes the students initially laid out on the floor. Of course, the department isn't a place where both of them are used to, needless to say, Sehun wasn't aware that the door could only be opened from outside. With a stoic expression, he banged the door shut, that was when the senior turned to look at him with almost a deadly glare. "Have I done something--?" Sehun stood there, wide-eyed as she told him to try to open the door. Without waisting time, he walked over and turned the doorknob, turning towards her rather frantically. "It's locked..." The boy then used his body to get them out of there. It wasn't working. "Harder, please, Sehun." He was positive his body could bruise from the whole thing, but it was better than being stuck in the room for the rest of the day, wasn't it? 

[tsehuns]

"Ohh... shht. You came before I did."

Send my character things that would be said during sex. They’ll have to come up with an alternate situation for them.   

With everything that's been happening, Sehun decided it was time he get a tutor for his English classes, and luckily, he happened to be able to get in contact with the woman whom he had met during his working hours. And thankfully, she had agreed on helping with his poor English. After exchanging messages back and forth, they finally decided on a place where they could meet, and where they could use to study. Pulling his jackets closer around himself as he walked into the campus' cafe, Sehun swept his eyes around the place, wondering whether she was there already. Though, the moment he opened the door, the place seemed to be quiet. A lot more quieter than he had expected. Without waisting time, the boy took a seat near the window and waited for her patiently, allowing his mind to wander to places. His attention was brought back to life the moment a woman started talking. "You came before I did." He couldn't help but look up at her with a smile. "Yes, and you told me you'd arrive before me. Tch--" His words were accompanied by a laughter. 

[tsehuns]

"Fuck.. that's the spo-- fuck!"

Send my character things that would be said during sex. They’ll have to come up with an alternate situation for them.  

"Sehunna, you still owe me something." No, he didn't forget, neither did Jongin. All Sehun did was stare at his friend, a deadly glare which escaped from his chocolate optics. He had lost a bet, and the consequence was to give the other guy a massage. When did his life sink so low? Clicking his tongue, accompanied by an exaggerated sigh, Sehun walked behind him and started rubbing his shoulders with both his thumbs. The boy was groaning in an odd manner, which almost made Sehun burst out in laughters. Somehow, he seemed to be enjoying this, comforting his friend even if he wasn't doing it willingly at first. "Fuck.. that's the spo-- fuck." His eyes widened, lips pursed together to prevent the laughters from spilling out of his lips. "You need to shut up, or else people would think we're doing something else, you idiot."

[tsehuns]

"Just put it in."

Send my character things that would be said during sex. They'll have to come up with an alternate situation for them. 

It was the first time he agreed on cooking, and asked her to help him with it, though Sehun never it'd be all this difficult. Who would have thought boiling oil would be this scary? Brows furrowed together as if he was having his mid life crisis as he looked at her, shifting his feet rather nervously. "But it's going to hurt me, this will burn m--" His eyes pleaded her to help with it, though all he got for a response was a glare. "Just. Put it in." Pursing his lips, he squeezed his eyes shut before throwing the meat in the pan; probably the world's biggest idiot for throwing something in the boiling oil. 

[tsehuns]

"Kiss me, quick!"

Send me “Kiss me, quick!”and I’ll generated a number from 1-25 to see where my muse will have to kiss yours

Number seventeen: shoulders

It had been a normal day, busy as ever, the street was packed with people everywhere-- and there he thought he could get a peace of mind; he had been wrong all along. Sighing softly as he clutched his camera close to his chest, Sehun walked through the sea of people. Everything seemed too blurry for him to adjust, yet, he needed to get to class in time-- or in his usual case, before time. 

Rush hours are never nice, needless to say, the boy tries to avoid them as much as possible. A relieved sigh escaped his lips as he finally got through the crowd, running a hand through his hair roughly as he looked back, puzzled over how busy it was. Yet, he kept walking, and walking. The downside of not watching where he was going is bumping into people. A loud gasp escaped his lips as he jumped back after the moment he collided with a small body. 

"Shit...I'm so sorry." He wasn't expecting her to fall on the ground like that, with her hand placed over her left shoulder. Did he bump into her all that hard? Without hesitating, he crouched down next to her, his hands hovering over her body in a panicky manner. "Are you hurt? I'm so sorry I should have watched where I was going--" His eyes were filled with apologies as he leaned down to take a look at her reddened shoulder. 

The moment he decided to lean down was when she decided to stand up, causing his lips to brush over her injured shoulder ever so lightly. Feeling his cheeks turning red, Sehun laughed to himself softly. "I guess it's a sign I should kiss your shoulder better." The taller boy then leaned down and pressed his lips over her shoulder gently before making circular motions with his thumb over the skin. "I'm Sehun, and I'm sorry for bumping into you, stranger."