#rushiruu

[hyoushiko]

( KKT ) hey there, beautiful.

( KKT) Awh, if it isn’t one of the people I miss most...hello  there.

[mdpvrk]

{ rushiruu }

( KKT ) I need food, I need sleep… nevermind, I have the money but I can’t go… ( KKT ) since when did I even become a hobo- ( KKT ) Ya, come here.

[  ✉ → hyung ] Why can’t you go hyung?  [  ✉ → hyung ] I don’t know, you were gone for so long I thought you may have run away to join a convent or maybe became a hobo :/ [  ✉ → hyung ] Come where.... [  ✉ → hyung ] I’m not sure I want to -- are you going to reprimand me for being a bad younger brother :(

[mdpvrk]

( KKT ) oi... ( KKT ) brat... ( KKT ) are you in Seoul? ( KKT ) I need help... ( KKT ) I'm hungry....

{ rushiruu​ } 

[ ✉ → hyung ] Hyung! * ^ *

[  ✉ → hyung ] What do you need help with? Just food? I’ll feed you hyung. [  ✉ → hyung ]Oh My God, are you starving. My poor Hyung ㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠ 

[  ✉ → hyung ] Have you become a hobo on the streets? Hyuuuuuuuung, don’t die. I’ll save you   ㅋㅋㅋㅋ

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Send me "↹" for my Muse's reaction toyours pushing them out of harm's way...and taking the blow instead.

                  ❝ JINYOUNG ! ❞ Gikwang’s raspy voice cried out in anguish.

The twenty-four year old couldn’t believe what was happening to him. What was happening to Jinyoung. For a fleeting moment he was in denial; believing that this was all a nightmare. However, the blood flowing down his face proved that it was very real. That this was actually happening to him. Instead of the Gikwang getting the full blow of the speeding motor vehicle, his colleague and dear friend had pushed him out of the way to safety. However, at the cost of saving his life, Jinyoung received the full impact.

                   ❝ JINYOUNG ! JINYOUNG ! ❞ he cried out in desperation.

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"I'll find her and bring her home, I promise."

   █ ▌    It took ever fiber in her being to remain as composed as she was. A dark cloud of negativity shrouded her thoughts as she attempted to make senses of everything that has happened thus far. ‘Oh my goodness… this is all my fault,’ she mentally sulked. ‘I should have seen this coming. I need to fix this... I need to fix this as soon as possible.’ Even in her darkest hour she knew that there would be a silver lining somewhere. There always was; she just needed to remain positive and have a clear mind.

   █ ▌    The disappearance of a mutual friend of theirs was unexpected. It had taken not only Holly by surprise, but she would imagine that it had also taken Jinyoung as well. For some strange reason she felt that HYDRA had something to do with this. It’s not ever day an engineer goes missing, especially one that was working on something as important as their friend was. Call it woman’s intuition perhaps, but Holly knew that she would be able to learn more about this case if she asked her commanding officers at S.H.I.E.L.D.

   █ ▌    She just hoped that she would have high enough clearance to have access the files.

   █ ▌    A heavy sigh escaped her tight lips as she contemplated her next move. She had to say something at least to reassure the other that she will get to the bottom of this. The only issue was that she couldn’t tell her male companion that she was a S.H.I.E.L.D. operative. It was classified information and if she wanted to protect Jinyoung as well, she knew she had to keep it as secret from him as well. He couldn’t know what she really did for a living as she was more than just a mere scientist with two PhDs.

   █ ▌    ❝ Try not to worry too much, Jinyoung-ssi, ❞ she offered him words of solace. ❝ I'll find her and bring her home, I promise. For now I think it might be best if we both get some rest. ❞ Hopefully that would be more than enough to have her friend rest his weary mind.

[mdpvrk]

Ayurnamat

Ayurnamat ↳   The philosophy that there is no point in worrying about events that cannot be changed.

    Digits drum against a smooth surface, opposing ones brushing against nylon strings creating small audible tidbits of noise, nothing to be made of a song, no practice notes - just an absent minded movement. Jimin sits staring into space, guitar, of his own purchase, resting along his lap, held just like Jinyoung had taught him, only he’s paused in his playing. Across from him sits Jinyoung, who seems to be more observing than anything, his precious Lucille in his hands as well. The younger male had come over for a weekly lesson, something that was becoming more of a habit rather an obligation. 

    Admittedly he likes the way it sounds, the subtle strumming of strings as each chord was reviewed and learned over an over again. It’s a relaxing time, each note taking him to a different place, each newly learned song serving as an escape of sorts - he understood a little better now, why it is the elder enjoys playing so much. Jimin snaps out of his small daze, listening to what it is his hyung wanted to teach him for the day. Retrieving two capo from a bag that has been cast to the side, the elder male hands one to Jimin who takes it with a faint nod. An adjustment of capo along the neck would change the pitch just a bit higher, digits eagerly going into place, a pick taken from his side picked up. He’s yet to fully form the callouses along the tips of digits, fingers still a bit sensitive to the nylon, so, for now, a pick was more suitable.

    It takes some getting used to, adjustments made in order to regain that feel of holding said guitar and being able to switch chords effortlessly and harmoniously without messing up, hindering the song in a displeasing way. Shamefully, Jimin has been practicing daily as he’s been told, allowing the silliest of things to get in the way or forgetting all together. He needed to pay more, needed to continue learning. A few notes are played on opposite instrument, ones to be mimicked by his own digits - dark orbs need to drift downwards, watching each digit carefully, with an almost weary expression. Unlike Jinyoung who can simply play without hesitance or a singe glance down, Jimin lacks years of experience, holding a couple weeks under his belt if not most. It’d be a lie to say he has improved tremendously, such improvement more so do to the fact that he was a quick learner.

    A few moments pass before he’s told to play a song of choice, something to show that he’s been practicing as much as he said he’s done. While the elder male was normally carefree, an just as whimsical as himself, Jimin was learning that Jinyoung wasn’t really one to play when it came to the subject of music. He liked it, respected it even, the way one would hold such a strong passion, a seriousness about the thing they held so dearly to their hearts. Jimin hopes, one day, to maybe find something just like that and not simply drift through life like an Autumn leaf that had fallen from a tree. Chords are played, dark orbs transfixing upon each strummed string, he tries to hold it delicately, to play each chord as if touching something fragile It’s a nice concept, fitting of a mild emotion he’d begun to feel over the past few weeks. The song is nothing in particular, just a mash up of each chord he’d learned over the passing weeks. 

   The sound is melodic, soft and easy on the ears. A quick glance up and he can see the elder finding it interesting as well, possibly liking the sound if not feeling a tad proud he’d taught Jimin something. He’d thought about writing this particular melody down, thought about keeping it, but the moment is fleeting - just like the feeling in his chest. Jimin doesn’t say it aloud but this lessons help him think, help him clear his head in a way that a long run wouldn’t be able to. He’s grateful for the latter, glad he’d at least made a lasting connection, formed a bond without someone that didn’t intend on wavering. “ What do you call that?” The question is tossed outwards a few moments after the light strum has ended. An almost nonchalant shrug is granted via Jimin who goes to place guitar down beside him, 

   “It’s just a feeling, one that’s not everlasting - “ digits brush against nylon once more, he’s grown more accustomed to acoustics these days, enjoying the way the soft sound reminded him of rain hitting pavement with soft thuds. An just like the rain, whatever he was feeling now was a fleeting feeling, something he grows positive won’t last forever. “ Should we go get something to eat?” It’s his turn to make the inquiry, lips upturning in the slightest as dark orbs fall to rest upon the latte who simply shakes his head at the suggestion, 

“So much for that diet, huh.”

[hyoushiko]

"Maybe I’m the one to blame."

“Maybe not.” She retorts, shaking her head before taking another sip of the warm, bittersweet liquid from the paper coffee-cup. “People who usually blame themselves are the ones with the lowest prides--they tend to admit their mistakes even if they’re not supposed to be accountable for things.” She sighs, shaking her head at the realizations and taking in just some breaths of fresh air before going on further. “Don’t blame yourself too much, okay?”

[mdpvrk]

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Hуυηg -

 Obviously, my only, more precious, older brother. Even when, it seems, from time to time that I may act more maturely than you : //// Hyung, please, don’t use aegyo...ever again. It was my mistake....to try and teach you. Other than that, I look up to you, for almost everything. You are someone I can come to for advice, someone to rely on when it feels like there is no one else, you are always there and for that I appreciate you, I respect you. Hyung, don’t change - even if you are a bit of a dork.