#sehuntmare

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✉

Message “✉” to me, i’ll shuffle my itunes songs, and i’ll tell you what our song is

Father Sister Bezerker - Tobacco

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Greed

Greed: Something I can’t get enough of.

Coffee. Feather duvets. Architecture. Cuddling. The ocean. Sex.

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sweet dreams; sehun & minseok

Sometimes falling asleep is like diving off a cliff and Minseok lets himself freefall into an unknown abyss of overlapping minds, wondering which one he'll land in. Other times it's like following a thread to the door he's been searching for, peering at the light shining through from underneath as he picks his way in. But when he's going into his own dreams it's different. Tonight it's the gentle tug at his feet pulling him beneath the waves of sleep.

Smells are always what he notices first, and even before he opens his eyes he can smell the familiar scents of salt and stone. There's that bitter taste of brine in the air and Minseok smiles, already relaxing. This is the place he made for himself and this is his haven.

The sunlight is bright when he finally opens his eyes and he squints, holding up a hand to block the rays. Everything looks white under the sun today, blues and grays giving way to the light, and it's with some difficulty that he picks his way down the pier, avoiding the shells of mussels and crabs littered over the concrete. 

His house is just how he left it - the patio doors wide and their sheer white curtains rippling in the breeze - and he smiles, walking straight into the living room. It's a small house, but it's the kind of house he's always wanted; just six rooms with plenty of bookcases surrounded by the ocean. He can see the beach past the glass doors on the other side of the room and he walks through the house, feeling the salty breeze lick the air around him.

This is house is him. It's his mind and all his secrets and it's where he he can finally feel safe. At least as long as no one else finds their way in.

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♫

SEND ME A ♫ AND THE LYRICS OF THE SONG THAT WILL COME UP IN SHUFFLE WILL BE A LETTER MY MUSE WRITES TO YOURS

Sehun--Hello, I know youBut you don’t know meWe haven’t talked for all this timeI just looked at you hanging out from far away

Should I approach you or not? Should I talk to you or not?Would this hello sound better or that? Would you greet me back?I only think about it again today and the opportunity leaves

Do you know how lonely it is to be alone?

Do you know how sad I get when I see you avoiding me?

Don’t leave me far behindLeave me right here like thisJust being with you all togetherWill make me feel secure

Don’t leave me aloneLet me be with you allJust being with you all togetherWill make me feel secure

Don’t hate me--Minseok

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[veehan]

that’s dirty

no. 50

Luhan furrowed his eyebrows, biting his lower lip as he crossed his arms over his chest. He avoided the taller's gaze, simply glaring at the floor as if it was its fault Luhan couldn't do this alone - and no, he wasn't blushing when he mumbled those three words. "...I want you."

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sehuntmare replied to your post:['he couldn't ignore the familiar feeling coming from this stranger. Something similar to his own being, but not quite. But he was up for some excitement, so he approached you casually with a smile.] Hello, hope I'm not bothering? ['keeps a polite yet friendly tone, smiling a bit wider.]

"Yeah, and I still have so much spare time, so I wondered if I could sit here." Sehun nodded towards the bench though noted the given space and sat down. "I could do some company, too." He said, slightly amused of the other’s mayonnaise-face.

"Company?" Minseok was a bit surprised to be singled out. He wasn't used to such attention and he wondered what made the stranger approach him. "Well, should we start with introductions then?" He smiled, extending a hand awkwardly.  "Kim MInseok."

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['he couldn't ignore the familiar feeling coming from this stranger. Something similar to his own being, but not quite. But he was up for some excitement, so he approached you casually with a smile.] Hello, hope I'm not bothering? ['keeps a polite yet friendly tone, smiling a bit wider.]

The voices startles him from his thoughts, and he turns to face the stranger with a small smile. "Not at all."  He moves over a bit, making some room for the other man on the bench as he unwraps his sandwich, smiling again as he turns back to the man, now with a bit of mayonnaise smeared at the corner of his mouth. "Are you on your lunch break too?"