#ryleejung

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coffee eyes | rylee & taemin

coffee eyes by the wonder years

-- ryleejung

After a long day of dance, and a day of pestering calls from his mother, Taemin is exhausted -- both physically and emotionally. His steps drag as he walks home, and he heaves a quiet sigh to himself as he thinks back to the conversation he had with his mother, shifting his bag to rest more comfortably upon his shoulders. "You haven’t called in weeks," She had said, but her tone wasn’t sad or disappointed. She was tired, because he hadn’t been around to kiss up to her and do her dirty work for her.

He huffs, halting his steps outside of his favorite cafe and deciding that the best way to cure his tired state is to get a nice cup of coffee. He opens the door, listening to the bells above it chime as the scent of pastries and coffee beans hit his nose, and he greets the staff that he’s come to know with a small smile. He’s quick to order an Americano and a muffin before paying and stepping aside to wait for his order.

It doesn’t take long for them to hand his purchase over, and soon he’s sliding into his favorite booth, throwing his bag aside and sipping at his steaming beverage with a quiet sigh. As he sits, however, he hears the bells chime again, and he looks up curiously. It's then that he nearly chokes on his coffee as he recognizes the familiar face, and quickly turns back around, not wanting to be seen or to  stir up old memories. Not when it's been so long-- not when his past is something he wishes to forget. He wants to move forward, and seeing her will only catapult him right back where he started.

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Hey! Your shoe is untied--! `the funny thing was, he didn't even look down to check.]

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daisy!

Daisy:How old were you when you had your first kiss?

I think I was 15, yes.

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@ryleejung said: "Look at it, do you see anybody smiling?"she asked with a raised brow and turned to look around then back at him. "Thought so—"

"But is that a reason to call it hell?" He sighed and looked around, seeing at the few people sitting and working. "Smiling is not an obligation."

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|| ɢʀᴀʏ+ʀʏʟᴇᴇ.

ryleejung

     A Summer night, 21:47. Gray needed to breathe, get away from the environment. Therefore deciding to take a stroll around the AOMG building was the best idea, since he couldn't go far, and had to get back to work as schedules were tight. Although he hadn't imaged himself being this busy, Gray had never complained, the fact that his talent had slowly becoming widely recognized was more than he could ask for. His hard work was paying off. But at times, it felt overwhelming. Of course, he wasn't the only producer around in AOMG, but recently, he'd been the one receiving more of the contracts with producing songs. Gray wasn't the one to turn them down from fear of not living up to expectations. He was the type to rise over any obstacles, and that was him being persistent.

     But today, since the whole building was hectic, it drove him insane. And upon finding a chance to slip out, he found himself walking the somewhat now, quiet roads. Although the roads were still lit up bright sky, the shops surrounding the neighborhood seemed a little quiet, maybe because most of the families living there perhaps headed to the beach, for it was a beautiful day. With a deep sigh, Gray looked around, admiring the atmosphere whilst the cool breeze cut through his hair. The AOMG artist felt at peace, something he wanted for quite a while. 

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69: Just five more minutes. 

"Hey, hangout with me. It's a demand, princess."

She stared at her phone for a long while after the message was sent to her, though the smile on her face growing a size at the realisation that it was Rylee. The last time they spoke was way, way back and needless to say, she missed the girl's company more than most of many things. Quickly, she texted back with a short 'yes, sure!' which sounded a lot less enthusiastic than what she initially had in her head. Without wasting much time, she headed towards the female's place.

It took less time than she expected as she was practically quickening her pace at every move. Standing in front of her room, she gave the door three knocks, standing and waiting with her hands laced behind her back. As soon as she opened up, she was greeted with a charming smile which made her return a sweet one, wrapping her arms around the other before making her way inside the room. 

Movies. They decided on watching movies -- Aster had never been a huge fan of movies since she usually doesn't have a long attention span, but somehow, she manages to rewatch A Walk To Remember and The Notebook almost anytime ever. Though, the other decided on a movie which she has never heard of. Forcing herself to stay awake half way through the movie, she quietly fell asleep, head resting on Rylee's shoulder, hair framing her face as her eyelids were squeezed shut. 

Aster couldn't remember how long she slept for, but for some reason, she felt someone shaking her shoulders like it was the end of the world, that, or the house was on fire and Rylee needed her to wake up. Not moving an inch, she reached out to push the female's cheek, groggily whining at the fact that she doesn't have any intention of moving, not even a centimeter. She then started mumbling, words jumbled at the tip of her tongue. 

"Movies' boring. Five m'minutes...please. M'sleepy."

[viryeole]

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    ↪ Your muse visiting mine in prison  ————————  ( ryleejung )

When he gets the phone call at four in the fucking morning, he nearly drops his phone. It wasn’t for the fact that it’s four in the morning (because let’s face it, it’s not like he’s keeping regular, humane hours any more) that surprised him. No, it was that it’s Rylee. Calling from jail.Chanyeol spends the first five minutes of their phone call convinced that it’s some sort of elaborate prank that she’s pulling. After all, they were constantly joking about landing in jail for the various shit they’d do if a) they were outlaws and b) they were actually capable of ending someone else’s life. But a joke’s still a joke, and this was one Rylee seemed determined to pull through. That is, until, an actual police officer informs Chanyeol that Rylee’s minutes are up, and would he like to come bail her out or was he going to get her a lawyer?He dresses every bit the suspicious hobo as he hobbles his way down to the station, hood drawn on tightly, hands shoved deep into his pocket. Because he’s not sure how much money he should bring to bail someone and because he didn’t have the presence of mind to ask the officer on the line, he empties his bank account and tucks the singular note in the depths of his usually empty wallet. When he sees Rylee, she’s all bruised up, hair sticking up in all directions of her head. His first instinct is to grab her to check if she’s okay, a flash of concern and anger all balled up into one. His second instinct is to laugh. And that’s what he does, practically bending over as he’s wracked with laughter. "Look what the cat dragged in," he tells her, once all the paperwork is done and they’re back out on the streets. Despite his words, the lightness in his tone, he sheds his hoodies so he can drape it over her. In response, she flips him the finger. "You should see the other guy," Rylee mumbles, her words sharp and hard and cold, tugging the hoodie closer around herself. "Even his mother wouldn’t recognise him.""You’re telling me you got into a fight with a guy. And won," Chanyeol questions disbelievingly. He’s equal parts amused and concerned at her drunken escapades, and makes a mental note that they should drink indoors next time."Winning would be an understatement," she replies, reaffirming once again how fucking terrifying she actually is for someone of such a small stature. "I pulverised him.”