#ruwei

[studentofetherium]

[ziridotmidi]

thats just how it is with braised beef shank

[ziridotmidi]

Heartwarming: there's a new chapter of Ruwei after a year of inactivity. Also Yin is planning to babytrap Xin.

[ziridotmidi]

Stray dog baihe

[92kng]

“You’re a terrible cook.”

Four Word Prompts

「Current Status  → ☑ Accepting !!! 」

♠ ♠ "Hey, I'm not that bad!"

Youngjin's mouth gaped open as the incredulous accusation reached his ears. On one hand, she did somewhat have a point. He wasn't the world's best cook- in fact, he didn't cook at the dorm only because they had Eddy, aka the Cooking Rapper. It's not his fault they had a former MasterChef contestant in the dorm, it would be a shame if they didn't use it to their advantage, right?

But to say that he wasn't a good cook- or even a decent cook was an outrage. Just as his members, he could make the best heated up ramyun noodles out there. "I'll make you the best bowl of ramyun one day, and then you'll see I'm a good cook!"

[anachronisvm-blog]

@ruwei​: starter call

maybe he spends so much time moving because he’s worried that to stay stagnant was to die, the way sharks have to remind their own hearts to pump. jae got bored of cities and they got bored of him, like long-time lovers admitting the loss of the ‘spark’ between once well-kissed lips. maybe his heart was always twisting compass instead of steady anchor because he would rather walk in circles than sink. maybe he's been looking at his lovers not for salvation not for rescue not for distraction but just for a breath of air that doesn't shatter on the exhale. maybe he should be looking for more. maybe the music in the air reminds him that not everything is bleak. he’s ambling down one of the side streets of busan when it hits him, he turns to observe the woman that adorns pajama-like cotton on her thin frame as she sings a melody that he can’t quite put a name to - yet. said female has the type of voice that resonates with you for its oldness, for the experience behind it. she’s got that type of voice that begs to be explored - it’s catchy, it sticks at the back of your throat, and it itches and itches until it’s swallowed down. skint is an adjective he’d most definitely use time and time again to describe himself, but it’s instinctual when he reaches into his pocket and throws ₩5 into the worn out guitar case ( which is strikingly bare for someone with such a talent ) this isn’t charity, it’s appreciating an art he can fully relate to, he’s careful not to mix the two. by now the music has seized, and automatically his tongue runs away with his thoughts before he can put a leash on both. ‘ who’s your favourite musician? ’

[whitexrabbits-blog]

❝I look at your face and I know that you're lying.❞ | Alexander.

The statement catches the male off guard, and the pharmacist blinks once, twice, three times in bewilderment. It wasn’t often that he was so blatantly accused of being dishonest, and quite frankly he wasn’t sure what to do with that. “…What makes you think that?” He asks, a small curve finding its way to his lips as he leans back in his seat, head tilting slightly to the side as he analyzes her from behind somewhat oversized glasses. “Is it the thousand yard stare? Or that glazed over look in my eyes?” He asks plainly, never afraid to cut right to the chase. Leaning in suddenly so that he could rest his elbows against his knees, he finds himself flashing an eccentric smile. "Not everyone who does drugs has some deep trauma they’re trying to forget about you know. Some of us just like to not feel our faces for a few hours because it helps get the creative juices flowing. Kinda like coffee…Except it’s cocaine or ecstasy instead of caffeine. I’m not broken, noona. I promise.”                                                                  {  @ruwei​  }