#nxjoohyuk

[woojinxn]

you’re f*cking awesome!

@nxjoohyuk

Ir a um show de uma banda era bem divertido. Mesmo que não conhecesse direito as músicas tocadas pela Broken Bones, Woojin conseguiu curtir o som ali no meio do público que assistia junto com ele, aos poucos entrando na vibe da galera, gritava quando a galera gritava também e aplaudia junto com todo mundo. O negócio era que Donghyeon estava ali naquele palco e Woojin queria mostrar o máximo de apoio para o amigo de infância e seus amigos de banda, para quem não manjava das músicas, achou que fez um bom trabalho.

Depois de um tempinho só após o show da banda, Woojin já foi atrás do amigo, chegando bem naquele abraço gostoso de amigos de longa data. Eles conversaram, riram e Jin elogiou bastante antes que Dodong precisasse ir falar com outra pessoa, deixando-o sozinho novamente, ali que viu outro rostinho conhecido e que também foi outra surpresa ao saber que tinha uma banda (maior ainda por ser da mesma banda do amigo). Jin acenou de longinho com um sorriso bem simpático nos lábios, antes de decidir ir até o rapaz, por falta de intimidade, não houve abraço, mas tinha um sorrisão animado pro rapaz quando foi o cumprimentar. — Joohyuk-shi! Parabéns pelo show da banda! — E assim sem pensar, Woojin deu uns tapinhas leves no ombro do garoto pelo bom trabalho. — Não sabia que você tocava bateria e muito menos que tinha uma banda. Isso é muito legal! — Riu baixinho, dava para ver a animação nos olhinhos de Woojin que brilhavam. — Tava todo legal lá em cima do palco, tocando. — E pra completar sua performance, Woojin até tentou imitar, fingindo tocar o instrumento, mas fazendo isso no ar.

[nxfleur-blog]

&& — * arsenal

prince charming. that’s how she would’ve first described him if anyone asked— okay, so she wouldn’t actually say such a thing ( first off, she’d be too shy to; second, she’d be admitting just how attractive she thinks thought he is ) but if she was brave enough, she would. years have taught her that would and could are completely different and separate things. a male protagonist even some of her favorite authors couldn’t fathom and write into creation, that’s how highly she thinks of him, how clouded her mind became because of him when they first met and wrote, not spoke. 

it was a novel idea ( ba dum tss ), post-its left in one of the many books she’d read within nexus walls and one that found its way on her arm while she was sleeping in the library. fleur thought it to be her imagination but the name was very, very real. he wasn’t a total stranger, she couldn’t claim that in the slightest, not even through their library encounters alone, but it felt like it didn’t take long for him to become so much more. 

it didn’t take long at all. 

they say when you fall, you fall fast and hard, you fall as if you know nothing at all and fleur truly didn’t. she says she didn’t fall at all, it’s a little crush. a schoolgirl crush. an obligatory teen romance novel-like crush because he was one of her only closest friends. proximity, constant contact, she could list off excuse after excuse as if the proof didn’t sit right in front of her whenever they eat lunch together. organized and reasonable, that’s how she’d describe herself but even she couldn’t write enough lists to justify the crush she once had on him. “once,” again, so she says. 

what didn’t fit the storyline in her head, the one she so creatively made up in the past before she set herself straight ( still has to from time to time, for that matter ), was finding herself in a shooting range. then again, fleur wouldn’t have believed elaine if she said it would happen— that fleur would leave home, that she would be in korea, that she would have such potent power within her hands. “maybe it’s not such a smart idea to let me hold a gun.” 

i’m dangerous enough, the words are there on the tip of her tongue. the bitter taste almost makes her crinkle her nose and her arms dangle at her sides, soft pastel pink sleeves far too long for her petite frame and she pushes at her sleeves to no avail but even success would taste bittersweet as well. black gloves that contrast starkly against her clothing and the excitement in her eyes begins to dim more, even as she forces herself to say: “i can just watch, that’s okay with me!” 

[surannx-blog]

{ give me the child ;

@nxjoohyuk

When Suran was a small child, she used to spend every morning running the other end of her spoon slowly between the colorful, thick lines that made up the collection of paths drawn into the back of the cereal box. A fun activity, presented as an unsolved puzzle. Occasionally the maze would change as the company updated its designs, but until then the determined child would burn the image into her brain each day until the back of her eyelids formed their own twisted paths and obstructed walls, the exit hiding along an unknown route.

She grew out of cereal boxes quickly, moving on to consume more advanced mazes marked in special books and her father’s weekly newspaper (he thought she just wanted to read Calvin & Hobbes; she wanted to conquer black and grey lines). Her obsessive nature allowed her focus to be completely devoured by the need to solve new puzzles and her parents paid little attention, passing it off as just one of the many interests Suran Quinn would find herself immersed in.

Until they got a call from her 2nd grade teacher explaining that Suran had not only built a standing maze from the snow during recess (Ms. Landon swears she has no idea how Suran found enough time), but she also convinced Blake Leon to try and solve it. They wouldn’t have found him so soon if it wasn’t for the loud wails.

The puzzle wasn’t even that hard, but Suran still thinks about him from time to time, silently hoping his intelligence had grown after he moved away the next school year.

Standing in the labyrinth at the Nexus Institute, Suran felt a rush of mixed emotions roll through her just thinking about what lied ahead. Excitement to face the various monsters that would threaten them along the way; eagerness to defend the AI and find victory in the end; joy from her inner eight-year-old self to solve such a massive maze.

Joohyuk, next to her and going through whatever pre-event check list he needed to in order to feel prepared, was her chosen partner only because in the last two years they had trained together, he was one of the very few she could count on in her class. Their relationship being amicable enough was merely a bonus but not a requirement for partnership. Competency and dependability was the only thing she cared about and she had a hard time understanding those partnered by mere like. But Suran was here to win, even if others weren’t.

“If you betray me today, Argent, I’ll be forced to suspend you, head first, into the bog of eternal stench.” Pulling back her hair, she tightened it into a high ponytail, eyes not once glancing over towards Joohyuk as she did so. Her gaze instead focused on the walls of the stony labyrinth, allowing her sight to look as far ahead as it possibly could.

Something unexpected was beyond the first twist and her stomach tightened with anticipation.

Tightening the straps of the small pack crossed along her torso, Suran finally glanced at her partner, checking if he was prepared to defend the artificial life they’d been given for the objective. “Ready to find the Goblin King?”