#sleeplessminki

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@sleeplessminki  ➝ [x]

Minki agreed with the man’s statement. It wasn’t often that he could be dragged to a club. Well, it was actually so infrequent, that it never happened before. “I don’t know about this…” the writer mumbled as he stayed close to the male. Minki had always felt a bit older than everyone else, but he felt exceptionally older than the people dancing amongst him. “James… Is it just me or are these people… teenagers?” They looked like school girls. No older than 18, any of them.

      James sighed inwardly. For once, he felt his age. He wasn’t that old, nor had he felt like it. However, while standing next to his friend, watching everyone that appeared in their early twenties (or even younger) dancing and drinking, the realization of the age difference had slapped him in the face. He looked from left to right, taking in the size of the room, and the number of people present. “Did they all find someone to get them fake IDs? When I was their age, it was so damn expensive. Maybe they were offered a deal, ‘two for one’,” he said, attempting to laugh at the dry joke. The laugh faded off quickly, and he rolled his shoulders back twice, like he was shaking off an invisible weight. “A drink will relax us... It’s on me, alright? I haven’t seen you in awhile, so let’s just have fun tonight.” He patted the other’s shoulder, giving an encouraging nod. Hearing a shrill giggle from a group walking past, the actor felt like he needed encouragement to stay. “Maybe somewhere else, huh.”

[kninna-blog]

Starter for @sleeplessminki

Nina trips over her shoelace, which forced her to stumble into the other as her hand accidentally gliding down their abdomen. “I am so sorry!” She quickly gains her balance again as a faint blush cover her cheeks.

[joiessu]

( &. starter for @sleeplessminki​ ) 

‘faster. run faster or else you’ll lose this chance again!’ her brain said to her. the muscles in her legs were burning as her feet directed her to a familiar looking man in the distance. the sky was dark and gave a gloomy feeling to her surroundings while she ran, the faint stars twinkling in the background as if they were cheering her on. it had been a year or so since she’s seen the man since his gradual disappearance from her life, turning best friends to lost acquaintances. sooyoung wasn’t going to give up the chance to see him again so quickly, even if her feet were going to give up on her at any moment now. “minki oppa!” her voice yelled out to the almost empty street, hoping the man would turn around and it would be him. 

[blyoeu]

-- The shadows call for you, @sleeplessminki!

Words cannot begin to describe the shock the young prince feels at seeing a familiar face cross his path. He almost doesn’t believe it to be true. Not until he turns on his heels and races to catch up with the taller male and cutting him off from advancing further. Lips part in surprise as reality catches up on him. Slowly at first before his body is shaking from the overwhelming sensations of past memories flooding his vision. “M-- Min....ki....? I-is that-- you?”

[f-lowerwall-blog]

“Oh my god, are you okay? I’m calling the police. I think I saw who did this to you."

Taeil, in all honesty, didn’t understand what was happening. His mind had gone completely blank. He thought he could handle anything without even flinching, but what had just happened proved him wrong. When he came back to his senses, the first thing he noticed wasn’t the blood dripping from his nose and cheek, it was the stranger’s voice. Such a caring individual, asking him if he was fine even though they’d never seen each other– But what was he talking about? Taeil sniffled and chuckled, “No need to call the police, look, I’m fine!” He struggled to get up. His knees had been injured in the fight as well. “Anyway they’d arrest me… Just give me… Lemonade. That should help.”

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Drowning Demons || self-para

The cold liquid burns its way down his throat, as his fingers grasp the second shot glass, following the "last" one he'd promised to himself, about half an hour ago. Much alike a toddler who couldn't hold his head up, Baekhyun lets his eyes wander across the wooden counter, where his elbows rest. Ahead of him, staring at the crown of his hanging head, stands the now familiar bartender, knowingly holding the bottle of tequilla in his hand, as he waits for the wrecked singer to raise his head and ask for more. Occasional, "accidental" nudges on his lower back from tempted ones, and a few stares, coupled with soft smirks and raised brows are often directed at him. He can't see any of it, though. He can't see anything.

"What does he say about this? You know.. it's not the first time you show up here alone, in the middle of the night."

Baek knows who the bartender is referring to, but he'd rather not answer. Exactly because he doesn't say anything at all, really. And it's killing him. And it's making him push his hand further ahead, coaxing the taller man to pour him another one. 

As the concentrated, nicotine-filled smoke invades his nostrils, his mind starts to rewind.

Since almost a month ago, Baekhyun has seemed to have lost himself, in a way that is nearly driving him insane. His relationship doesn't feel the same, and he blames himself for it, because, truly, he couldn't blame his loved one. Baekhyun, in his extremely selfish ways, wasn't able to help the person who has once helped him survive. Instead, not knowing what to do, he shoves himself in a poorly maintained bar, where he drowns his utterly troubled mind in alcohol, desperately searching for an answer that his sober self can't seem to find. Images of Minki waking up in cold sweats, achingly searching for something to hold on to at night, then his lanky body, zombie-like walking down a street he didn't even notice he was walking on.. all of it attacked Baek's brain at once, making him shiver and gulp down one more drink, loudly resting the glass on the wooden surface one last time. 

He feels so damn useless. He feels so bad for his moon, not knowing what to do, not knowing how to love the one person who, for what felt like forever, was the only thing he'd learn to truly love.

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[[ Minki's typist is going to make me cry again---- ]]