#rmadrianne

[rmjongin-blog]

hell is heaven on earth

@rmadrianne​

the night is dragging on—jongin checks his phone and the led screen screams 22:33 at him. it’s only been half an hour, god help him. he’s essentially lost sight of every person he knows and an incoming tide of boisterous first years are causing chaos in the only room that resembled anything close to peace in the mansion. even above the chatter, there’s a booming voice filling the hallway outside, an alpha no doubt, asking for the freshmen to make way, idiots! three alphas barge their way into the room, eyes scanning the crowd for their next pick and prey. who’s the lucky fella ready for seven minutes in heaven?!

as hard as jongin tries to blend into the background, the bulkiest of the alphas smirk when his eyes land on jongin’s lone form standing in the corner. without warning, the alpha dashes and lunges for him, circling jongin’s midsection with incredibly unnecessary strength. in a moment, jongin is slung over the alpha’s broad shoulder, hauled off as if he weighed nothing—out of the room, down the hall, around a corner. the drunken ramblings of his abductors and the unsympathetic laughter from those that watch the struggling jaeger captain fill his ears. in such a short time, there’s nothing he can do; the use of powers during a party is frowned up, especially against an alpha in their own house. the kidnapping results in him being thrown into a closet like a rag doll, his fall only cushioned by a barrier of winter coats and a pile of dirty sneakers.

once the door is slammed shut, a lock slides into place with a click and the noise dies into the background. all the laughter, shouting, and music is muffled as he struggles to his feet. it isn’t until he’s standing straight again that he notices the stranger trapped in with him.

[rmryou-blog]

 prologue: of memories. @rmadrianne

( summer, 2016. kobe. )

it begins with a casual remark, and a month later they’re both packed, hauling luggages of three weeks’ worth through a wooden door frame. a revisitation of his childhood years––the trip down memory lane that’s initially intended for himself is now shared with another, and he finds he doesn’t mind it all that much.

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“oh, ryou? i had the shed repainted last month, go take a look when you get the chance to,” a pause, and ryou thinks he knows what’s coming next. “bring her with you, too.”

bingo.

“yeah, okay.”

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i almost died there doesn’t seem too apt as an invitation to the shabby looking shed that is his father’s work space, so he settles for the particular shared interest between the two––handiwork, of some sort. surprisingly, there’s little hesitation found in his voice when he speaks; a seemingly mindless invite and a jaunty hum of acceptance effortlessly dismissing any trace of doubt on ryou’s end. after all, it is one of the few constants in ryou’s memories of his childhood, and recounting those days with another is a distant idea that he hasn’t quite considered prior to this trip. that and, his dad has been nagging since they got here.

( on hindsight, he isn’t wholly sure what he’s worried about. )

it’s uncertain if the glossy coat of colour brings him comfort or unfamiliarity, or both, but one thing for sure is that it’s strange. the shed has been rebuilt and revamped one too many times, with almost everything in it replaced right after the little mishap. ‘it’s about time anyway’, except ryou knows the elder’s main concerns lie with him ( always ) –– the remodelling following almost immediately after his discharge from all those years ago, just to keep him from a complete withdrawal into the shell that is trauma, an effort done with genuine consideration and ryou decides back then that it’ll not be futile. the visits remain, and it’s still afternoons on end spent in the shed on certain days, except now he stays alert.

the familiar ( and still bare ) wooden toy train is sitting on one of the lower shelves, just where he thinks he’s remembered it to be––one of the few items his dad’s thankfully managed to retrieve. it’s as though the man still thinks ryou wouldn't be able to reach it otherwise. he’s right though, partially––it's definitely out of reach, just in a different direction now.

“adri?” he calls out absentmindedly while examining the piece of work, thumb lightly rubbing at a spot that turns out to be dust. “how good are you with colour schemes?” the question is largely rhetorical, and in any case, everyone’s art sense seems to be better than his for some reason. “i keep forgetting to paint this… help me out or i might end up butchering it, and you know how creepy thomas the train is. i don’t want that.” a light furrow of the brows before he’s shuffling over to stand next to her, gesturing with the train model wedged in both hands and an inquiring gaze. 

[rmyeol-blog]

? times the charm

@rmadrianne

honestly, it shouldn’t be this fucking hard to find a date. granted if chanyeol had had a little bit more time to prepare for it and figure out a game plan on who he was going to ask as well as how he could’ve been successful at this point. not that he wasn’t good at winging it – he could handle it. it was just with the time crunch offered he had resorted to scanning the area and looking for the closest, most familiar, as well as prettiest face he could find. rejection wasn’t really anything he was worried about, he could take a no and roll with it and continue on his way, but he was hoping for the best. his dignity was hoping for the best. his entire alpha manhood was hoping for the best. especially when he finally recognizes her. okay… maybe ‘the best’ wasn’t entirely the right thought when it come to adrianne han, but she certainly fit the three criteria he had set for himself in regards to a potential dae. closest, most familiar, prettiest.  perfect. the real trouble of the matter had more to do with her notorious lack of interest in him. literally, in everything that he did or said. he had attempted to flirt with her in the past and had only been met with a look of confusion and blunt responses like ‘do you need something’ and ‘are you lost’ and ‘i can’t help you’. it was like running into a brick wall over and over again. to say that he had been left a little put off by it all was an understatement. yeol had been clearly flirting. there was no doubt about his intentions when he had initiated their first ever conversation. she just hadn’t cared. or noticed. he’s still not entirely sure.

regardless, it hadn’t stopped him from trying again. and again. and again. and again. it wasn’t even about trying to get with adrianne anymore. he could care less if their interactions led them to his bedroom or the university cafeteria. he just wanted a damn reaction. a response to what he’s saying besides some brush off comment or expression of just not getting it. and so, he continued to try. today would be no different.  “hey!” he greets with ease as he takes a seat across from her, arms crossing over the table casually and a bright smile immediately stretching across his face. “question! or multiple, actually–” yeol pauses, bringing a hand forward to tap onto the table and catch her attention completely, head ducked a little to make eye contact so that he was positive she was actually listening to him this time (because he had had full on conversations with her before only to realize she hadn’t even been listening to begin with). “do you have a date to the party tonight?” no point in beating around the bush either. “if the answer is a no, then my next question is do you want to be my date to the party tonight?”