#saeksoo

[dirtykrpconfessions]

id let cyan high five my nippleys so hard they fall off nd tango to russia to hide in putin's asshole

[dirtykrpconfessions]

all the color people are gonna add up to a rainbow and then just have gay orgies for a week nam' sayin (isnt that what they do already thO??? lol)

[calebxgoetia]

saeksoo

Opinion on;

Character in general: Oh. My. God. I know, I know, a lot of people have said this before but it's the truth and i have to say it again—spectacular.

I have never in my life seen a character to speak, think and feel in colours and it's mindblowing. How much time and thought you must have put in him—i do not even want to think about it for I may cry a million years at the devotion and originality.

How they play them: The poetry man, the fucking (pardon my french) poetry. I am a sucker for such style as i am quite a 'whore' in using it and it's perfection every time I see it on my dash and, just, lemme cry ok.

The Mun: a creative and extremely intelligent person for such a plot and background can only come from a just as brilliant mind. would want to talk to her or at least interact with her in the future.

Do I:

RP with them: Unfortunately, no.Want to RP with them: A gazillion times—yes. I am quite scared of doing so, as my inferior complex keeps me from even getting near the muse, but I shall try overcome it and take my heart between my teeth.

What is my;

Overall Opinion: A definitely must follow. Too great not to.

**Note: Mun’s answer are all to be completely honest. Don’t send url if you don’t want brutal honesty

[aerentus]

chroma » ren ᵕ soo

Sitting rather primly on the railing of someone's fire escape, watching the pedestrians crowd in the direction of a subway station; osmosis, trying to achieve maximum efficiency in their maximum capacity lives.  Going, going, going.  Gone is the end result, isn't it?  After all the going, they get gone and the humans cluster and boohoo at the lack of going one goer is able to go before going to go on with their lives.  Miserable lot.  He does like watching, though; the colors of hectic are particularly wonderful during rush hour, and he finds himself picking his way over rooftops to get a bit closer. Eyes paling to an off white, he kicks his legs over the edge of a rooftop, dangling outside someone's window, wishing for some fruit to accompany his morning of watching.

None comes.

[cxminho-blog]

saeksoo replied to your post: I want to make friends— okay.. how ex...

You punch the mirror and then yourself in the balls.

How exactly would that-- well.. if you insist.. -Balled his fist-

[selcouthun]

【 retrograde 】

Graduation, what a bittersweet parting to the years he simultaneously hated and loved the most. It had been two years—two years—of Sehun pinning over and helplessly falling even more in love with his friend who sometimes even barely much him attention to the lanky boy. Why he was so keen on receiving Kyungsoo’s attention was a mystery even to himself, but he was becoming desperate now.

Weeks in advance he began to prepare for this big day, not only for the fact that he wouldn’t have to deal with this shit anymore, but also for the fact that he’d finally try out his plan. Sehun wasn’t a color. Sehun would never become a color, anyway. He was a human—a human with intense feelings and a love that he wanted Kyungsoo to return no matter how hard he’d have to try. His mother thought it a preposterous idea and his father simply shook his head, not caring as long as Sehun was accepted into a good university. If Sehun couldn’t become a color, he’d try to at least make the shorter male look at him with the same awe and affection his gaze held whenever he painted.

His knees bounced impatiently, teeth worrying his lower lip as he waited for the last name to finally be called. ‘The sooner I get this over with, the sooner I can get the fuck out of here and see Kyungsoo,’ he thought to himself, already conjuring up scenarios and reactions when he saw the other male. Would he hug the other? Maybe offer a smile and a cursory wave of his hand as a greeting. No, that would be too awkward.

The confluence of students standing and shouting their excitement away signaled the end of the convention and slowly, but surely, they all began exiting the auditorium. If it weren’t for the gridlock taking place in front of the only exit, he would have been out sooner than he wanted to be, but who even thought it would be a good place to take pictures in front of a door, anyway?

Before finally exiting the building, he did manage to snap a few photos with his parents, only to lie and make an excuse about being late to an after party behind held by upperclassmen who were celebrating the next year’s acceptance into ‘the real world’. It was a shitty lie, and he’s pretty sure his mom didn’t believe a single word of it, but they reluctantly let him leave anyway. Step one was complete, now it was time to put his plan into action.

He ran as fast as his lanky body would allow, not caring how insane he must have looked while sprinting in his robe. One thing he was grateful for was the wig he’d purchased a week before to hide his mane of platinum blond locks that would be the base for his plan. His hair would become the rainbow that would attract Kyungsoo’s attention; and maybe, just maybe, he could finally admit his feelings. He could tell Kyungsoo how much it hurt him to sit silently and watch the other talk and gaze at colors as if they were the only thing he loved—he wanted that love. Sehun wanted to be the center of Kyungsoo’s affection.

He arrived home shedding off his robe immediately and changing into an old shirt while taking the wig off the moment he stepped into his bathroom. A plethora of colorful dyes were spread out across the countertop, all in order of the rainbow. This was it; there wasn’t any turning back now. His slender fingers wrapped around the first bottle—red—staring at it with slight trepidation, but he pushed it away; the grip tightening before uncapping the bottle and setting it aside first, only to place gloves on.

He began to haphazardly spot his hair using every color imaginable, making sure every inch was covered in a different shade, wrapped in foil and washed out completely. The entire process took a good two and half hours, making sure none of the colors would bleed together in the process.

Once he was done, he barely recognized himself. He looked absolutely ridiculous. He could almost hear his friends laughing at him, joking about how a ‘clown vomited on his hair’ but they weren’t here, and this didn’t concern them. If everything went as planned, then he could give two fucks about what everyone else thought.

After drying his hair, he grabbed a beanie and slid it over the colorful locks while hastily making his way past his intrusive parents, giving some half-assed lie about hanging out with friends since the after party was canceled.

His feet began to take him down familiar roads; the route he was all too familiar with on the days he’d walk Kyungsoo home from school. The buildings were the same; the small café owned by the pretty noona was still there and busy as ever and he was surprised to see her small daughter waving at him as he passed by. Nothing changed during the past two years, but he hoped today that it would. Maybe instead of visiting that café by himself all those times, he’d finally convince Kyungsoo to join him and he could find out mundane things like the other’s favorite drink or if he likes any desserts. Maybe today Kyungsoo would see him as the complimentary red to his cyan.

The older’s house was still the same—the same pristine windows and doors that looked so inviting, yet he was never invited inside. He even held a certain type of envy for the doorknobs which Kyungsoo would touch mindlessly, but never once had Sehun felt that touch.

As if on cue, one glance up to the other’s bedroom window and he could see the figure of said boy sitting along his windowsill, gaze moored outside. There were days when Sehun would walk past that familiar house and catch Kyungsoo in that same position, but he was never noticed, blending in with other passerbys along the streets. He would often wonder if a wave, or maybe throwing a stone would catch the other’s attention; would it even be worth the effort?

A cool breeze blew strays of crimson hair across his forehead; the only visible tufts that managed to peek through during his trek. His viscera was twisting and turning with nervousness, replaying this moment over and over in his mind for weeks. He would remove his hat, revealing his hair and Kyungsoo would look down at him and he’d be unable to keep his gaze away. Sehun would finally be invited inside where he would read out his long, hand-written confession he’s had concealed for months and they’d finally be together like in the cheesy movies his mom would watch. He’d waited for this day to come, the day he could finally become something worth looking at to Kyungsoo’s eyes.

Reaching up, he tugged at the hem of his beanie as he slid the fabric away hesitantly, swallowing thickly while keeping his gaze upon the window. Maybe he heard a voice or two—maybe a gasp was emitted—but he didn’t notice the stares of the pedestrians, nor did he care. All he could hear was his heart thumping so fast he was certain it would break through his ribcage, and all he could see was Kyungsoo. His Kyungsoo; his crush.

But Kyungsoo didn’t see him.

The dark-haired male’s eyes never left their position on whatever they were focused on, and Sehun was becoming frantic. This wasn’t going as planned at all. Dark clouds began to blanket the sky, trying to conceal the sun’s rays as if they were mocking him, laughing and trying to take away the last bit of hope Sehun had for everything, but he wouldn’t give up. He waved up at the window, flashing a smile and even making an attempt to ruffle his hair as if it would make a difference but not even a blink was spared in his direction.

Even with the sun’s rays shining down on him, all he could feel were the chilly drops of water beating down on his face which quite honestly matched his mood more than anything. But his curiosity was piqued, wondering exactly what held Kyungsoo’s attention so much.

The drops of water began to fall at a more rapid pace while Sehun turned his attention behind, viewing the colorful hues of the rainbow that were contrasting dimly against the sky. It was the same type of rainbow he’d caught Kyungsoo staring at one rainy afternoon during lunchtime, and the same rainbow that he could never compare to. He couldn’t be that for Kyungsoo—no amount of hair dye could compare to the real thing.

[emperios]

saeksoo:

Was it the colors of the sky that were so very distracting to him? Most likely, anyone who knew him well enough would have figured that out within seconds. Earphones plugged in, he stood there; as if mesmerized, head slightly angled closer to his left shoulder. Maybe it was odd to other people, but he stood there with a feeling of being utterly content to the brim. Feeling like he could explode into stardust, become nothing but an illusion. Same images replayed over and over again in his head, explosion after another— until he was interrupted to some part. Probably for his own good, not to get too lost in the moment. Seeing a wave in front of him, he scanned the female before quickly taking his earphones out. “What?” He spoke, obviously fumbling over his words in mere confusion. Ah, she was just greeting him. Smiling just a tad, he nodded, feeling somewhat remorseful over having to look away from the sky. But he too knew; it was for the better. “Oh, I’m Kyungsoo. But… why, if I may ask? Is it typical to stand here and watch colors mix together and evolve into your own being?”

She blinked almost owlishly at the slightly taller male; a bemused smile still plastered on her face. She listened to him talk with her full attention while she stared at his dark colored orbs. It was as if something was transpiring through them as he spoke. She hummed, but didn't respond. Instead, she gazed up at the sky and stared at the colors. It didn't seem like much time had gone by until she noticed that the colors of the sky were darker than before. The area was quiet enough so that the only sound that could be hear was the fluttering of birds and the music coming from his earphones. Without looking back at him, she responded; her voice quieter than it usually would be. "When is anything ever typical anymore?" She looked at him now and smiled until her dimples could be seen. "Then again, your typical could be completely different than mine."