#phxjongin

[phwoohyun-blog]

- recall

A dark blanket shrouded the land, pinpricks of light shining through like a smattering of glitter floating through the air as he walked at a brisk pace, the only sound meeting his ears the occasional whoosh of a car as it passed, the distant sound of chatter from streets away, and the rhythmic slap of his feet against the concrete pavement as he walked. The bag slung over his shoulder was heavy, but it was a familiar weight, pressing into the well worn spot against the back of his left hip that so often bore some of the weight of the large duffle bag that held all of Woohyun’s possessions. One earbud still firmly pressed into his ear he let the familiar beat of songs he’d listened to time and time again fill his head, the other left out for his own safety - he’d been crept up on too many time to take risks like that. Hearing was a blessing he wisely chose to utilise.

It didn’t take long for him to find the familiar door, a hand lifting to rap against the wood as he adjusted the strap of his bag on his shoulder, the hood of his head shifting and displacing his hair - not that he minded, it wasn’t like he frequently looked stunning - he made it an unconscious habit of his to frequently look like he’d been dragged through a hedge backwards. Expectations were lower that way. Weight shifting from one leg to the other he hoped to god that Jongin was in - he desperately needed somewhere warm to stay that night, the night before had been too hard on him, and he could feel the startings of a cold; itchy throat, stuffy head, tight chest.

Taking a step the side he leant his right shoulder against the doorframe and slid his bag off his shoulder, letting it drop to his feet, landing on his toes, eliciting an only slightly noticeable wince from him. Rearranging his feet around the large, dark blue, waterproof sack he sighed heavily, hand lifting to push his slightly overgrown hair out of his eyes, fingers numb from the cold. He definitely needed a warm bed for the night, or couch as he was more frequently used to.

There was no way his back would hold out past thirty.

[naeunph-blog]

foregoing.

( @phxjongin! )

Son Naeun was taught one thing that engraved towards her soul despite her unpleasant departure she had with her father once his warmth was gnashed within the hands of those with malice. She was taught that you past is going to follow you, no matter how the circumstances play underneath the path your feet are crumbling or breaching towards others regions you have yet to conquer. Therefore, the woman held herself on high regard by letting her heart open towards those who produced enough noise to tell her that they are near. That their lives are linked within the gasps that destiny has left for those who are brave enough to challenge it with an abrasive nature. Naeun didn’t reach for the hole but it seemed that she was tugged against it, letting those fleeting feet to stumble upon an individual she never thought that she would see. But there was destiny proving her that no matter how high you’re placed upon the heavens, it can tug you down further upon the abyss once you were grasped in their thorns. 

Her gaze faltered towards the clock that kept greeting her with the same noise, those repertoire ticks that alerted her how time was slipping against her. Her ebony strands were pushed backwards once those curls that she unrolled were placed upon her back. Her arms reaching for the books that are tossed upon the wooden table that has some wounds that remind of all those times that students that are hassled upon the place, letting their worries be spilled within the repertoire ticks alongside the pristine walls that seemed to make the library bigger than it is. As she placed the last books towards the shelves they belonged, a few farewells were bid with closed tiers but wide enough smile to let them know that she hopes to see them again. Yet, as she was about to reach for the back door of the library, someone new has entered towards the area. Son Naeun knows that it is someone new because nobody comes on this hour, unless they were desperate. Which, only a few have bestowed their presences upon such. Yet, new visitor always equaled the woman to try her very best to see their faces frequently around the haven she has come to find solace. 

But those wistful desires are burned down when her soul ignited towards the nostalgia that pierced on the atmosphere that spills for harmony. There he is, once again. Yet, this time doesn’t resemble as the prior time they met. They were adults now, they weren’t those kids who used to caress the worlds with sweet promises, especially him. Naeun knew the grievances he carried by his mere appearance that told her the countless tales that wouldn’t be able to exposed to light. Hence, the revolt towards her raw emotions that were collided amongst each other from the pit of her stomach. It almost felt how the universe direction had changed their course but there was something that remained. Her smile. That smile that used for those moments when Naeun found herself on states of confusion, desperation, crisis or mere nostalgia. She found that the last option befitted it, which only caused that dulcet smile to falter strength becoming one that resembled those that are possessed by melancholia. 

“May I help you?” Her cordial inquiry be the first to break the deluge that pressured her bones down towards reaching him, letting the stopper of her worries burst open and string all her worries at once. Therefore, suppressing her saccharine coated tongue awaiting for his answer as she reached for one of the books that wasn’t placed on their spot.

[sooyoung-ph-blog]

☮

Sooyoung didn’t dream often. And she never fell asleep in a place that wasn’t her bed. She blamed it on stress, on the long hours at her club, on anything besides the fact that she had actually felt safe for once. Because safety never occurred on the island. And yet…she had fallen asleep, next to a client no less. And her dreams weren’t kind. They never were, especially not after she had started work once high school was over. Back alleys with hardly any care, with money thrown to the ground for her to scrabble to get, hunger pains, like she’d never be full again. Sooyoung remembered it all.

She hadn’t screamed. She knew that much. Normally, it would be something similar to a gasp that woke her, the air clawing at her throat as she struggled to breathe. This time, it was a hand on her shoulder startling her into awareness. The room was still dark and the figure cast a shadow on his face but still, Sooyoung stared. Her heart pounded a dangerously fast tattoo against her chest as she tried to regulate her breathing. 

She hadn’t meant to fall asleep.

[phsehun-blog]

star crossed

bars were hardly sehun’s type of scene. he would rather spend his entire evening studying metaphysics or soldering a circuit board than mingle with drunken teenagers and “young adults” pretending to be five years younger than they actually were.

but, sehun also hated the gold zone for its pretentious air and its constant state of plastic perfection, so whenever he itched to venture out, it was always easy doing so. the guards never suspected a stray cat leaping over fences or a mouse scurrying past, not until they were too late in noticing that oh sehun had escaped the perimeters. 

why he ended up at one of the void zone clubs was beyond him. it wasn’t like he particularly craved the alcohol or found the music tasteful, so his only reason for being there was that he was bored out of his skull and a gritty location like the bar always attracted some strange fellows. so far, none of the experiments had noticed him under his hood as they were too absorbed in themselves and their company for the night.

it certainly made it easier for sehun to isolate a familiar face in the crowd, a face he knew by the name jongin. the two had been like stars in the same constellation once upon a time, but now they were as different as night and day in their ideals and goals. ever since sehun had entered the tournament and emerged victorious, the two hadn’t spoken a word, until now.

“their camera angles don’t do my handsome face any justice, do they?” he joked lightly, hoping to catch jongin’s attention while he referenced himself being shown on television.