#rvchmvninoff

[cherxxie-blog]

"Do you wanna go watch a movie? You know... with me?"

                                                  His words made her to pay more attention to him. Blinking, Cherrie nodded. ❝Sure, I’d like to. What movie do you want to see?❞ 

[drxvmcvtcher]

“Mmm wait, don’t put your hands there!”

"I'm not putting my hands anywhere, you're the one who keeps on moving" Destiny sighed softly and tries to put her hands on the wall

[0404miho]

"How could you not tell me?"

   She told him that she caught a little cold so he could return the jacket some other day. She wondered why did he decide to return it, was he again being stubborn or did her jacket didn’t fit? With another painful cough attack she whined and rolled of the couch still covered in her blanket and slowly walked to the kitchen to make herself some hot tea. She was not in her best looks, to put it mildly. Hair was a mess, nose is red, eyes are glassy, cheeks are red from the fever she didn’t want anyone to see her like that and of course too shy to show her vulnerable side to ask for help.    The water had just boiled when she hear someone knocking on the door and it appeared to be Inguk. She recognized his voice even before she opened the door, groaning on her way. That stubborn guy, I said another day. She wasn’t as irritated with him not listening to her with knowing that she’s going to be scolded for not telling about her cold. Which happened the second he saw her. She rolled her eyes pouting a little, like a kid being scolded. “I’m fine…and I told you to come another day! It means not today!” She glanced at him with a frown but still let him come in.

[jinyounc]

rvchmvninoff

There was an apologetic kind of smile on his face, deeming the situation his fault and not the latter. He shook his head briefly, dismissing his apology before he rest a hand on his shoulder, patting it very light and comforting. “It’s okay. I was spacing out as well and that I didn’t notice the people passing by. I wasn’t careful.” He mentioned as he lowered down to pick up the pieces of the broken vase, unsure on what to tell to the owner of the precious vase. 

Well damn, here goes another mess he made. So much for being sloppy, he wanted to say out loud, but instead he's wearing an apologetic smile, the kind of smile that says shit-I-am-so-sorry-I-didn't-mean-it as he ducked down to pick up the remaining pieces, as dumb as it might sounds. He tried to keep himself composed as usual, expression remains calm as he glnaced up at him. "Well, instead of making fuss out of it, do you think we should knock the door of the man inside the apartment and apologize? I mean, we sure can leave this one out just like that and pretend that nothing happened, but I'm pretty sure that the owner wouldn't be too pleased upon seeing it, right?" 

[hevnq-blog]

rvchmvninoff

"Beauty" He added with a serious tone, but end up laughing. "I can’t take it off!"

         "..." There was a rather bewildered expression worn over her face the moment he had uttered his statement, the hand which was on its way towards her lips to, perhaps, brush off whatever she believed was there then froze in place. It took her just a blink or two to burst into a laughter, the hand then covering her mouth. "Oh my god--"

[selaphielor]

rvchmvninoff replied to your post:“Oh, I’m nothing special.”

"But I am" He weakly smiled. "There are far more talented people who can make better and more beautiful music than mine"

❝ You shouldn't lower yourself like that, though. You have talent and you compose beautiful music, and you should be aware of that. ( + and it was hurting a lot how the other's gaze was reminding him of departing friends and non-existant goodbyes, a weak smile on his lips. ) I wish I could be able to play an instrument. I only know how to sing, and I'm not that good to be honest.

[suhjun-blog]

[ jungjaewoon, rvchmvninoff ]

There was this nagging feeling at the back of his neck again, just as if someone had kept watching from a distance. A long, pale hand slapped on that spot to calm the imaginary itch, and Junmyeon found himself frowning. This sensation was anything but agreeable, making him slightly uncomfortable. He remembered his nanny once upon a time telling him that one would always be able to feel another pair of eyes that lingered on their frame and their body would react accordingly. Admittedly, back then he was a kid and didn't pay a lot of attention to what was said, partly because he was used to people staring at him all the damn time but it was differnt when the room was supposed to be empty, save for him.

Junmyeon turned around only to have his orbs noticing another man sitting a few meters away from him. There was a mild sense of curiosity washing over him upon glancing at the stranger and he couldn't help but wonder just why exactly the other remained so calm when he wasn't even supposed to be here    that guy surely did have some nerve.

"Sorry?" He questioned, clearing his throat afterwards. "But what are you doing here?"