#mnsv;para

[svreal]

Joy Ride.

[ sxxlhyxn ] : Starter. 

 In the wild, creatures among another were brought to the world with differences and their very own stories. Some are destined to stride across the plane they call freedom, the horizon their home and journey their very purpose of existence. To some, however, rules are their future and freedom is simply a sweet dream they crave to experience. In this case, the scenario focuses on the eagle with his engine equipped stallion and a trapped canary. She probably doesn’t realize that her longing eyes came to his attention every single time. The yearning canary. 

 The day ended, nothing unexpected. Every student carried themselves emptying the halls with bags hanging from their backs bearing books and papers not one would want to spare a glance after they reach home. It’s school after all, not much fun was supposed to happen unless of course something unconstructive a regular teenager would pay attention to. All the students were making their way to the main gate separating the school grounds and the street but two remained. Minho stood by his motorbike, his back leaned against it. His eyes, unlike other students, were aiming directly at a girl sitting rather nervously across from him. The look a child who’s been caught stealing a cookie would make but also, if he read it correctly..jealousy. Her eyes weren’t on him but the motorbike, the big bike he calls wife. The sight she was giving bothered him, what exactly does she have in mind? or perhaps she’s the one who scratched the side of his baby last week? The assumption boiled in his blood, not being the best at coping with his curiosity either the silence was broken. 

“Hey, you there”

[svreal]

Patients.

[ fri0lero ]

( 9:35 pm ) 

Hospital..once again. It spoke to him, the undamaged part of his mind. No matter how hard he tried, it still managed to scream to him. Lying, the act he despises the most, however, in this case, the pitiful soul had no choice but to commit that sin to comfort himself. Submerge his self-pity with a lie that’s increasingly foul each time he returned to this place. To call it stupidity is incorrect, he knew what he was doing and he walked right into the fire. He’s Injured once again, a minor car accident that left him with a dislocated bone in his right leg and a few cuts from the impact. Pathetic he thought. As his mind rolled off into space, his sense kicked in finally. They were speaking to him, the voices of the dead roaming the corridor. Cries of regret and moans of sorrow. These noises aren’t something unfamiliar to Minho, it’s something he deals with daily but considering this is the place where a lot of people lost their lives..It’s exceptionally louder. Occurrences such as these remind him that every single breath he takes, he’s walking on a path of uncertainty. It’s all inevitable..death is simply a part of the game.

Someone arrived. The subtle movement in the seat beside him alarmed Minho that he’s no longer alone in front of the pharmacy counter awaiting the call. Instinctively, his head tilted left only slightly allowing him a glimpse of the person. He was expecting an elderly woman or a child, to his surprise it’s a woman not older than him he assumed. His eyes unintentionally followed the flow of her strands framing her face. Her eyes filled with exhaustion and countless others he’s incapable of explaining. The sadness that graced her features, however, didn’t make her look less..beautiful. His admiration halted once he spotted a bandage on her temple. A weakened flower with stories hidden beneath..what happened to her? the question arose and being a slave of curiosity he was, Minho allowed a sentence to slip pass his lips.

“That must hurt..”

[svreal]

The Deal.

 [ Minho + Jane ]

 Puzzles, he was never fond of that particular activity. The way it seemed to hold the upper card against any challenger who dares to unveil it’s true picture. He did not want to be a fool in the game but be the puzzle himself. That desire of his has been granted since birth, Minho is just simply unaware of it. He realized that the life he has been living and the past he remembered has another story beneath. He was given a puzzle since his birth and he himself is also a part of that puzzle.  

 The rain outside hasn’t stopped since this morning. Usually, he’d enjoy the whispers of the droplets against his window but right now he needs concentration and the splashing is getting more irritating by the moment. What caused the poor man to morph himself with the chair? it’s the piece of paper laying in the center on the teak wood table. The alignment of digits on the sheet is an address, someone whom he should’ve flipped the continent finding since years ago. He has no idea of who the person is, the only thing he knows for sure are the alphabets written after the number which spelled ‘Takeshi k.’ Those were the only information he managed to obtain by himself. For two days the only thing he has been doing is searching every record of everyone with a matching name. Nobody in those files were associated with his father. Takeshi could be anyone.. “Ah fuck..” Minho’s body gave in to the stress engulfing his sanity and rests his body back against the soft surface of his arm chair. His both eyes shut, the currents within him calmed and that moment he knew he needed a rest. Inhale..exhale each and every breathe were counted within his head in order to ease some tension at least that’s what he believes. “Bzzzzzz-” the noise coming from the phone in contact with the table interrupted him, whole body jolted from a sudden shock “You better be worth my time-” he muttered while his hand reached out for his phone on the edge of the table. The incoming number..it’s Jane a woman he met several months back at the Nero Club. “Minho speaking-” he replied after he cleared his throat out of any exhaustion that may have lingered in his throat. Just when he was about to ask her of what business she has with him, he realized.. The connection with that man requires someone from the underground chain and Jane happens to hold a business in that field. He has a plan.. 

[svreal]

( Reunite )

[ yoonalt ] 

   “ Hey do you want to play tea party with me? “ that short sentence despite it’s innocence in context, to the little boy with only crayon for a friend meant the everything. The boy enjoyed his space from the world and how his colorful lines came to life, however, compared to ‘Im Yoona’s tea party’ he knew that his new friend truly understands the definition of play time. That sentence led to countless others and turned into adventures he’ll never forget. One day, the tea time princess experienced the inevitable.. her family had to move far away for business purposes and Minho was left with only the memories and that that began their friendship which turned into a reminder of her. That was one of the few experiences he has ever had of having a best friend. The boy remembered..she became one of the lovely memories he cherish. 

 Minho never believed in things such as miracles. To him the world has always contained it’s reason of being. He was making his way home the when he came across a name in an application he only made for solely for communicational purposes. To his surprise, his belief that things such as miracles do not exist was proven false. The girl who disappeared several years ago without any communication is right there..Im Yoona. From then on they held multiple conversations exchanging their time away from each other through alphabets. They have been texting for over years, one day she surprised him with a plan to visit and that is the reason why the the artist is here..at the airport. He has been there sitting in the empty seat, his head filled with countless of ways to approach her after such a long time.