#pointzyejin

[krisilcavaliere]

Kris. [' she smiles softly ]

[`returns her smile with one of his own, taking her hand and bringing it up to his lips to press a kiss to the back of it.] Ailee.

[anastasic]

pointzyejin: 

pointzrenata:

"Good God, is it heartwarming to see some familiar faces!" She grinned at her colleague from way back during the IX days. "How do you do, darling?"

She raised her brows at the sound of a familiar voice, “Well would you look at that—” she mused softly and waved at the female, “I am doing as good as I can be, how are you doing doll?”

She batted her lashes slowly, her grin softening. "Quite glad to here that. And I'm quite the same." She paused a moment, exerting a hearty chuckle, "Actually, rather ecstatic would better describe the state I'm in right now. I mix of that and just a tad hysterical, I think."

[emperios]

Vanished | LYJ & BM

Minah’s fingers tenderly touched the array of vibrant colors aligned in different symmetries as she leaned in to smell the subtle aroma of the flowers. It was the time of year where the flowers grew and overflowed the town with its colorful presence. She could hear her phone buzzing in her pocket, but she paid no mind to it. It was probably Sojin or her mother, both of whom she did not want to talk to at the moment. She hadn’t had any free time for a while, and she really just wanted to get away from everyone.

She stood erect and took a few steps back, accidentally bumping into someone else. Minah took a fleeting glance at the person and muttered a loud enough apology for the person to hear. The girl, whoever she was, did not seem to pay her any attention as she continued down the street. Minah looked back at the flowers before her body froze. Somehow, the fleeting glance was enough to get the gears in her thoughts moving because she hurriedly looked at the distancing figure walk absentmindedly away.

She wanted to call out to the figure, scream out the girl’s name, but no names came to mind. She reached out her hand, grasping at the figure as her eyes blurred not from tears but from the shock stirring within her. She figured that the girl walking away had been long gone, either dead or disappeared for good. Yet, here she was. She was alive, and she was home. She was here, and Minah needed to talk to her in order to know that her mind was not playing tricks on her.

"H-hey! Wait up!" She cried, reaching her hand toward the girl as she tried to catch up with her. "Hey, I said wait!"

When she managed to grab her shoulder, she squeezed hard enough to stop the female in her tracks. Minah twisted her body forward, so she stood in front of the female’s, staring straight into empty brown orbs. Her eyes nearly widened at the sight. Where had the brightness in them gone?

“Unni,” She whispered, “where the hell did you go?”

[reboot-survivor]

The Spoken

Late.

He was late for the first session. Of all things he was capable of, time leaping or not, Yongguk’s special ability was to be behind the very aspect which he had mastered. Even if he were to be on time, something, such as his ability to forget, would hinder him. In this case, Yongguk had neglected the seemingly innocent documents perched upon the crumpled cotton of his blankets.

Taking in the combination of forgetfulness and bad timing, Yongguk runs towards the lecture hall, documents tucked tightly to his side. He knows he’s late and he knows that no matter how fast he runs, the result is that he is late. However, as a result of the philosophy that society had built in his mind, Yongguk forces himself to run his way to the campus, legs pushing themselves one after another.  

It is a philosophy buried within the subconsciousness through countless stereotypes. Through all the times he had ventured, similar, if not identical, theories repeatedly wormed their way into his thoughts. By the time he untwisted the knots of his instant memories, he had arrived at the shut doors of the lecture hall. Silently pushing it open, he creeps in, only to be called over by the hosts of the seminar.

Of course he’d be caught.

Yongguk pulls on the quickest and most believable of smiles, hoping that he’d be able to weave his way out of missing the seminar. He hastily runs his thoughts over the documents and excuses before he walks away, a few breaths shorter, but nonetheless, an individual accepted for the very lecture. Fingers smooth their way through his bed hair, pushing his brain to memorize the many faces presented.

There were two groups, both discussing the same topics. Over and over again, the confusion of the world lines reached him and screamed at him. Over and over again, he was tempted to walk up to a face, hoping that whatever meagre memories had slipped through time.

Never was he lucky enough.

[sichengmi]

❆

❆ — It’s snowing and my muse slips on ice, accidentally crashing into your muse.

It was more than awkward for him to talk to someone he was a complete stranger to, how much more awkward could it be when you slightly lose your footing amongst the iced remnants of the snow last night which covered the whole ground? “Ahh..” He returned to his composed stature, standing back tall and lean after he had accidentally slipped on the smooth surface, bumping an unknown identity’s shoulder in the process of his fall.

Acting like nothing happened, he dusted some of the snow caught in the fabric of his jeans and turned around to bow his head at the other. “….Sorry,”

[sealanderjongin]

☂

☂ — My muse encounters yours just as it starts to rain.

"Red sky at night, sailor’s delight. Red sky in morning, sailor’s warning" is something Jongin lived by for it helps him know what to prepare for— and it’s why Jongin was clutching an umbrella tightly to his chest, the wind tussling his hair. Catching sight of a bus stop, he quickly ran to it and sat down on the bench. A relieved sigh left him as he relaxed into his seat, propping his umbrella against the side of the bench. He was about to doze off— but was rudely awakened by howling wind and the sound of rain hitting the roof that somewhat shielded the bench. "Woah— did you hear that wind? And that rain?" he turned and asked the lady sitting next to him— wait, was she there before? Mm… maybe, and he just didn’t notice it.