#melodiovs

[captainseamech]

Surprise bday gift for @imperiialfrost featuring her OC, High Tide and @melodiovs OC as well! If you thought that was the only thing I would give, you were wrong >:)

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[deliacate]

( melodiovs ) 

▸ It isn't often that Nahyun finds herself out to watch cafe performances but when her best friend pulled her and practically held her hostage in the car, there wasn't much she could do but oblige to her wishes. We're going to have fun, just trust me, is what she said. Of course she had fought it off initially but after much resistance, she ended up giving up. It had been a lost cause arguing it off and all she could do is sit back and expect whatever the show had for her. 

And turned out that the show wasn't bad at all, especially not when everyone got a glimpse of the good looking pianist as well as his rather divine sense of music. If anything, Nahyun could even say she equally enjoyed it, glad that her best friend had forced her down to a show because she had no idea how soothing it would be. It wasn't until she was on her way home that she stumbled upon the said musician though, tapping his foot against the ground as he waited for his order. And Nahyun-- who couldn't seem to approach the stranger so casually, looked on to see how she could even do so. 

With the coffee shop bustling into a seam of a busy line, her ears were all that perked up when she spotted the barista on the bar eyeing him; and before he can call out his name, she bounced off her two feet and drove for it, scribbling her name and her number against the coffee sleeve before taking it personally to hand it to him. 

[leexsun-blog]

ɴɪɢʜᴛ ᴏᴜᴛ ► ᴄʜᴀɴʏᴇᴏʟ • ᴍɪɴsᴜɴ

{ melodiovs }

          { ♔ — It's been such a stressful week, so many designs and paperwork to look at and pass along. She loved it, the rush and discussions of fabrics, sketches, stores, cities, etc. It was amazing, even having the oppertunity to meet so many new people. Of course, it all came with a price. As enjoyable as it was, the job itself was also very tiring, considering the fact that the spring collection was coming out and that meant many fashion shows as well. The artist was sitting at her desk, flipping through the pages of her sketchbook, finding it rather hard to focus. She needed a drink, and she planned on going to get one. Minsun made her way towards her closet and pulled out a midnight blue dress, black heels and a clutch to match. She fixed herself, looking presentable for the destination she had in mind.

Within minutes she was in front of the club, up beat music was heard from outside. All she really wanted was a drink and to watch the others over-drink. The artist placed one leg over the other, sitting at the bar before asking for three shots of rum. After her second shot, a man walked up to her, but she payed no attention to him, drowning her second shot in the process. ❝Hey, beautiful.❞ The man spoke, she could smell the lingering odor of his drink that was left in his mouth. Foul. A small sigh escaped her lips, turning the other way. She was never good when it came to these things, so she decided not to say anything, but the man continued to pester her.

[incuzi]

Lust, envy, sloth.

7 deadly sins. put one in my ask.

Lust: Something that I find attractive.

"Hmm…if we’re talking about kinks in bed, slut shaming. A physical attraction is men in a great suit, and women in beautiful dresses."

Envy: Something I wish I was better at.

"I wish I was better at not pushing people’s buttons too much. Sometimes I go overboard, and as a result, friendships end. A few have already."

Sloth: Something that I dislike about myself.

"Sometimes, I’m too blunt. It doesn’t happen very often since I do have a filter (at times), but sometimes I say things that cross people’s lines, and next thing I know, I’m either on the ground or my cheek is red."

[liaheng-blog]

"I love this song! Want to dance?"

        "Oh, well, uh..." Jiaheng stutters, hands wringing. He doesn't recognise the song, nor the person asking, but... "I'm not really... much of a dancer, actually..."

[incuzi]

▸

Send me a ▸ for a 3am text message

[ → ✉ ] chaNYEOL

[ → ✉ ] are you awake?

[ → ✉ ] you have to be now, right?

[ → ✉ ] talk to me, please.

[ → ✉ ] i’m lonely :(

[laundrycoins-blog]

melodiovs

       A sigh escapes through Zitao's nose as he takes a moment to stop slumping over the side of the counter and bring his arms up above him to stretch out his limbs. Toes curl in toward the soles of his shoes as he turns his gaze toward the clock hanging on the farthest wall from him, hands dropping down with a content smack of his lips as he reads the time: 12:00 pm. A smile splays itself across his lips as he immediately reaches back to untie his apron, ungracefully throwing it into the corner with the other employee's aprons before hopping over the side of the counter with his messenger bag in tow. A long day of sitting around watching the spin cycle turn around again and again has him eager to finally get out and do something- anything - other than mindlessly sit around without a purpose. 

       He shoves the glass door of the laundromat open with his mind completely occupied, only for the door to stop half way in its attempt to lead him to the outside world. A frown crosses his mouth as it seems that an object of sorts is obstructing the door, and it's only when he lifts his head and hears a deep, pained groan that he realizes that he didn't hit a mere object, but a person. His good mood is quick to self destruct in that moment. "Shit--" He murmurs, rushing to slip through the small space between the doorway and the male to meet the stranger face to face. He grimaces slightly as he stops to see a nice red mark blooming on the bridge of the strangers nose, nearly wincing at the sight because the nose was never a good place to get hit. It always tended to throb for a long while after, and knowing that has Zitao feeling guilty for being too preoccupied with himself to watch out for others around him. "I-- Are you okay? I'm so sorry."

[wxfxn]

"Sorry, was this your sweater? I’ll give it back… eventually. "

Honestly, he blames it on the alcohol.

Maybe he's still half-drunk-- or tired, or dreaming, or something, but Yifan is sure as hell not himself, because there's no way seeing Chanyeol wearing his clothes can make him feel so damn flustered. The sweater clings to the other's shoulders, teasingly showing a patch of pale skin and delicious collarbones, but still not big enough for Chanyeol to swim in it. And he smells like Kris now, which is all kinds of fucked up.

"Yeah, that's..." Clearing his throat and resisting the urge to punch himself, Yifan manages to stutter out a weak comeback, "...fine. Just wash it before you give it back."