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☽ if this is still a thing

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▲  five time my muse thought about kissing yours, and the one time they did. 

I. 

Winter’s harsh blows hits Seoul violently and the wind’s rattles against her windows is what wakes her up. 

He’s fallen fast asleep. Slow and steady, chest heaving up and down and she watches. She doesn’t know why she does when she should be sleeping. But honestly, he shouldn’t even be here anymore. His wound have healed by now yet he still drops by once and again. He does indeed have his own way of finding her each time she’s gone and she’ll come to realize the value of his words not until months later when he’s gone, unsure for how long. 

He isn’t so bad when he’s sleeping like this, is what she thinks as she unconsciously approaches the other’s sleeping form, everything he has to offer being scrutinized beneath her wandering gaze. She wonders whether he gets enough sleep back at home because it must be that. He wouldn’t be going back to her home just to get a good night sleep had he been getting sufficient rest back at the confines of his home. But more than that she wonders whether there’s something bothering him, unsure whether she’s still a stranger to ask such questions. 

How beautiful are his lips, shaped like--

Deep crimson hues paint against her cheekbones for catching herself looking at him like this before leaving the room to fetch herself a glass of water. Make it cold, please. 

II. 

Days grow and the spring soon approaches. Nahyun’s smile grows, obviously pleased by the wonderful weather. It’s sunny with a dash of cold air, nothing too harsh to her dismay. It’s the perfect weather to be out under the sun, especially not when you aren’t fond of humid weather like her. 

I thought you were born right when summer started, he states but she retaliates with a shake of her head, not feeling like explaining why she hates the month of June so much. Besides, she doesn’t want her lips to falter from its jovial turn. 

It’s the second time she catches herself looking at his lips, a radiant pink glow illuminating it as he smiles to catch her glance, hovering for her to come quickly. She picks up her feet and dashes to catch up to him, stealing free glances towards his mouth every once in a while. 

III. 

She doesn’t know whether it’s true or whether it’s a dream. A dream, surely, because she’s never thought of actually kissing him. Nimble fingers slide to fix her hair, tossing and turning to flip on her chest. She sinks against the mattress and rests her head against the pillows, digits brushing against the flesh of her own lips. 

How horrible of a sleeper is she-- she doesn’t know anyone who has sleeping habits as bad as hers. A flashback strikes through as she plays the events of last night frame by frame and it isn’t until she catches sight of the open window where she’s ringing with dubious doubts. 

It’s the end of summer, shades of browns and reds embarking the start of Autumn. She’s stopped sleeping with the air condition and instead opens the windows but she could have sworn she left them closed last night. 

IV. 

In the middle of the foreign city and she finds herself suddenly thinking of him. Gradient blue fills the horizon, eyelashes fluttering as she gazes to admire the sky. White, hazy clouds dances over just where the sun meets its beams, highlighting the morning view of Odaiba. すみません, she hears it being grumbled when the figure bumps into her. 

And suddenly her eyes are drawn to familiar shaped lips, stunned and frozen in place. She doesn’t move for a fraction of a minute before she feels the need to walk and follow.

Heaven’s been way gone too long and she longs to seek it in his lips. But not here. Perhaps, home. Perhaps. 

Yet it is him and there’s that familiar freckle of a beam against his features and there’s that glint of sunshine on hers too. 

V.

The new year envelopes her with everything new. Faces whom she’s never seen before, people who she hasn’t talked to. There are friends who are quite new, old friends who are no longer a friend of hers. She misses it and wonders why she felt the need to leave when there wasn’t any reason to leave at all. It had been a personal decision for her to leave town for a month and a half but she’s come back, this time, determined to remain for good. 

She’s given up though she’s honestly unsure of what she’s given up on. 

Still, he’s there when she isn’t looking for him. 

If there’s something she’s learned the previous year, it’s saying what she has to say when she wants to say it. No holding back, no consequence in thought. She stands on her toes and reaches up to him, hands brushing against his shoulder blades to steady herself. If not now, then never. Do it until it sears back into your conscious, until the moment doubt creeps back to its return. 

It isn’t anything exquisite, not a kiss that will be remembered. It’s chaste and it’s quick, without giving him a moment to react. It’s best like this-- so that she knows she isn’t overstepping her boundaries. 

❝ Mistletoe. ❞ She points up, despite of it being late for the rather stoic tradition each and every Christmas season. It isn’t even Christmas anymore but had it not been for that, then what else?   

さようなら。

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@skyreide

  Sky was a magnet for accidents. Getting hurt on the streets of Seoul was only a matter of time with his big mouth, but to his own surprise it’s not a brawl that triggered his present state but an injury reflecting his ignorance. Sixty minutes with Gordon Ramsay had apparently birthed him in to a chef. He’s in the kitchen now, preparing something of a fish-and-chips but his inexperience shows in an inch cut around his thumb, because he can’t handle knives properly. At least not where they weren’t being used for combat was concerned. He’d gotten used to Tzuyu being there and doesn’t condemn the company either. How she managed to make time for him was still a miracle he can’t figure, but it was flattering in its own sense; to have a friend overlook his stupidity from time to time. What he does condemn is being applied alcohol where it hurt. That was a job for his beloved housekeeper back in England, who somehow knew the right words for soothing an injury that wouldn’t ease him in to a wimp. He thinks he might cry now that someone else was making an attempt, and he shuffles away from her on the sofa, concerned of his own reaction should she force herself closer to him. “You really don’t have to do that. I mean it, I can pay hospital bills–” He’s desperate for a distraction and uses the one thing he thinks might actually deter her. “Yah, I said stop it! If you don’t I’m going to single-handedly create a scandal. You’re in my apartment after all.”

Tzuyu’s eyebrows shot so far up that she thought that might just leave her face completely at the male’s riposte – she hadn’t exactly waited for his agreement when she announced she’d be getting the alcohol to help disinfect the cut. It was something she’d done often, albeit never for him, because she, too, had the tendency to get cuts. A lot. The fact that he was being so… well, baby-like about it was a surprise, since he’d always struck her as the type who’d suck it up heroically, but it was amusing nonetheless – though she fought back her giggles. She doubted he’d appreciate it.

Narrowing her eyes just slightly, she scooted a little closer when he attempted to withdraw further onto the couch – this was not going to fly. “Hospital bills? 宝贝, you don’t need any of that. You didn’t slice your finger off, you just… opened it up a little bit. Disinfectant, antibiotic and a medical plaster, and you’ll be just fine.” She assured him, taking advantage of his focusing on the threat to reach forward and wrap her fingers around his wrist – yes, he could easily shake her off if he so wanted, but she imagined he wouldn’t – out of concern of where could the opened bottle of alcohol in her hand spill, and because he did seem worried about the wound, minor though it ws.

“Well, I think I’ve already accepted the risk of that happening when I came here to begin with. Now, be a good boy and let me take care of that for you. It’s only going to burn for a moment. You can do it!”

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【 Be Nosy. 】

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1.

No. If I managed to stay a virginafter being married, I’d be impressed with myself.

2.

230. (6)

3.

Not cigarettes, no.

4.

Very rarely. I don’t enjoy alcohol.

5.

I smoke pot every now and again. Other than that, no.

6.

20. Yup. Definitely. That’s the answer I’m going with and I refuse to accept any other.

7.

One small one.

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“That smirk is annoyingly hard to ignore.”

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Breakfastwas something she rarely cooked – in her days off, she refused to wake up earlyenough for such a thing, and, if working, there was absolutely no time forbreakfast at all. Time for sleep was in short supply, and although she lovedfood above all other things, she couldn’t afford to waste an entire hour (ormore, depending on what she felt like having that day) to cook. Instead, she’dsimply order takeaway some time after the first practice of the day, and shareit with her members. But a promise was just that, and Tzuyu was hardly the typeto go back on her promises, so, in spite of a throbbing ache in her templesthat hinted the effects of the previous evening’s experiment hadn’t worn outjust yet, she was up at 9 a.m. sharp, and in the kitchen way before Sky had thechance to wake up.

Easilydistracted though she was, she did her very best not to allow it to interferewith the process this time, and, when the male did wake up and make hisway into the kitchen, voice still thick with sleepiness and eyes narrowed, slightly,she was more than satisfied to be able to order him to sit down: breakfastwould be ready in just a couple more minutes. It was a matter of pride, afterall, because she’d mentioned the day before that she tended to be forgetful inher cooking: she now needed to prove that she did not burn her foodhabitually. All things considered, she was particularly happy with the finalresult of the day – after repeated tasting, she was quite certain thatshe’d never made a better tasting oyster omelet.

The mealwent by in relative silence, because the effort of actually focusing onthe process of cooking had only intensified her headache, and she couldn’ttruly focus on holding a proper conversation – and he seemed to be still groggyfrom being so freshly woken up, but, with each bite taken, she was more andmore certain that she’d done a very good job.

“Thatsmirk is annoyingly hard to ignore.”

Thecomment made her eyebrows perk up – she hadn’t even realized what shewas doing, and she found herself wondering for just how long had she beenstaring at him with a look akin to the one of a cat that just swallowed thecanary. She would’ve been ashamed, were it not for the fact that she was sosatisfied of her own performance that nothing could cloud her day.

“Well, you did lickyour plate clean, so…” She pointed out, shooting the male a little winkafterwards. “I think I can afford to be smug for a little while, pretty boy.”

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@skyreide

    “You’ll find a way. You always find a way.” He ruffles her hair knowing just how much she hated it with the amount there was to play with. Nevermind that she pretty much caught him with that sentence – he’ll retaliate by doing something childish like he always did. “And if I do, is that so bad? I told you she was gorgeous. And witty. A crush is a crush. I’ll literally crush you though if this interrogation doesn’t stop. With pillows–”

Eyes narrow and her gaze fixates on the ground as she ponders on the thought. “Okay, do you mean I’m just really nosy or I know my way around?” Her thought process was interrupted when her perfectly ironed hair was tousled and she remembers just why she gave up on the longer morning drill. “I wasn’t saying it’s bad. It’s cute! Look, your eyes are lighting up and forming into little hearts like a boy from a shonen anime.” Upon the mention of ‘crushing with pillows’, she abruptly picks up the nearest throw pillow she could find and raises it up like a shield. “Bring it on!”

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Absit omen❀

Weekly prompt chosen: First line prompt. Word of the week: evocative.

Someone must have seen her, because the police were at her door…

granted, she couldn’t see any officer, but the police car was parked right in front of their dorm, on the place that their manager habitually used, though the mere fact that it wasn’t already occupied was hint enough that the male wasn’t anywhere near. Perhaps he’d been caught up with something – few were the days when he wouldn’t be at home by then: it was already rather late for someone to be out, by idol group standards. In their days off, they were supposed to be at home, holed up in their beds with warm cups of tea, trying to make sure they didn’t catch a cold and shaking off the exhaustion of schedules that cramped every other living minute of their week.

Her mind, vivid and hyperactive, was already conjuring the evocative headlines of newspapers all throughout Korea every time when one of the idols had a slip-up – the one time when one of GLAM’s members had attempted blackmail, Kim Hyunjoong’s scandal, Park Bom and G-Dragon and their respective drug scandals. Most of those had been eventually swept under the carpet by their respective companies, but not all, and she couldn’t help but wondering… just how far joyriding would have made it up that list? Probably towards the very top. Technically, she’d been an accessory, not the principal, but that didn’t change things much. The kind of scandal that would have erupted from it was enough to ruin her in every way, no matter whether she’d done anything or not.

Her hand reached into her pocket to retrieve her phone: she wanted to call Sky. She half wanted to scream at him for putting her in that position, but, if she were to bear an ounce of honesty, he hadn’t done a thing to force her to be there. That was all on her, because she’d been thrilled by the novelty of it all, even if the crime itself scared her (though, once again, she had to confess: it was the consequences she was afraid of, no more. Like Rhett Butler had said in her favourite book, “You’re like a thief who isn’t the least bit sorry he stole, but is terribly, terribly sorry he’s going to jail.” – the quote had never made more sense than it did now).

Though, all things considered, she couldn’t call Sky. At all, even if she wasn’t going to be whiny.

Firstly, because if someone had seen her, they’d probably seen him as well, and just how hard it would have been to track him down, seeing as she was a public figure, and they’d been spending so much time together lately? It would have only made it more obvious that she was, indeed, very much guilty. Secondly, if no one had actually gotten to him, her calling would have probably made sure that connection would be made. And, truthfully, she didn’t want to get him into trouble, though she figured he did that for himself plenty. Through playful bickering and all, he was her friend, and she was nothing if not fiercely protective of everyone she did consider that, no matter how extensive the list was (and it was definitely extensive, she was much too trusting for her own good, always).

She was startled out of her reverie by the vibration of her cellphone in her pocket, and she promptly fished it out, the screen showing Mina’s number. It takes a few moments for Tzuyu to be able to calm down enough as to swipe down and unlock the screen. You might not want to come home right now – if you’re on the way, take a detour. Our music was on too loud… and the neighbours decided to call the cops instead of telling us to turn it lower. It took several reads for the message to be able to properly sink in, because the Taiwanese girl was so on edge that she simply couldn’t let it sink in, indeed, she was so certain that she’d been the target that she absolutely couldn’t accept any different.

She wasn’t too sure just how much time had passed until she was finally back to the immediate reality, and away from the worries that, she was certain, would now give her premature wrinkles. “白痴…” She muttered to herself, tucking the phone back into her pocket right as the door of their dorm closed behind two police officers. Even knowing she wasn’t the object of their interest, she couldn’t help but duck behind a fence to keep herself out of view. It couldn’t harm. Probably.

Later on, while jumping the stairs that lead to her dorm twice at a time, Tzuyu promised herself that she’d stay out of trouble in the future, instead of inviting it. She even took the time to word it out loud, though in more familiar Mandarin, to make sure that her members wouldn’t understand, were they to hear her, and, instead, simply dismiss it as her usual background comments that she never really translated. But, even as the words left her lips, she knew full well that avoiding it… would probably be the last thing she was going to do. Now that she’d discovered and experienced it for the first time… she liked the thrill.

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