#somberaugust

[leexsun-blog]

"All I want is a cup of tea."

{ ♔ — Minsun nods her head once, blinking and feeling rather embarrassed to not have offered the man tea whilst he stayed in her castle. ❝Oh, I am so sorry I’ll have someone fetch us some tea.❞ She smiles and gets up. The girl rushes to the door to ask the servent to bring them some tea and biscuits. ❝It’ll be just a moment. How rude of me not to offer you some earlier.❞ She chuckles as she sits back in her throne.

[wonxxwoo-blog]

@somberaugust

          It was the holiday season and for the past couple of weeks, Wonwoo had taken advantage of the red and green decorations adorning the world outside of his apartment. There were numerous Christmas-themed sketches residing in his sketch book. So many that he was starting to think that he had drawn every bit of the decor that he had laid eyes on.           Wonwoo couldn't help but grumble at the thought. The young artist was perched on a bench, his beloved watercolor set right by him and he was twirling the brush with his dominant hand, trying to find some sort of inspiration. He furrowed his brows when a couple in matching clothes walked passed him, sharing a laugh or two. He tried to put their emotions on paper, drawing out their joy with a splash of yellow but his hand wasn't cooperating with him. Finally, he sighed. Maybe it just wasn't his day.

[florxt]

"Do you remember this?"

"Remember what?" She asked, then he turned on the 'lachata' music video.The idol began laughing, nodding as she clapped her hands. "Yes! Wow that was the worst hair, ever." She chuckled.

[deflous]

somberaugust:

Could’ve been sudden or slow- I wasn’t keeping track of my pace, but I did look up at her for at least around a second before turning my head in all kinds of directions. I was upheld by my book this entire time- and anyways, who would ask anyone this early in the morning if they’ve paid attention to their surroundings? Sounding hypocritical there, Aug. I tilt my chin back up to her and now that I’m taking a better look, the moment takes me back to the days in high school when I’d suggest a seat at my side and the only response I’d get is their obnoxious laughter and the sound of clacking shoes against the tiled floor, farther and farther away from me. I clear my throat and swallow the words that got tangled up on the roof of my mouth from suppressing them for too long. I stand and I find that she’s super model-quality from this angle. “If you’d like, I could ask an employee?” And before she can protest to any extent, I take a step aside to avoid being kept at my chair. I lightly brush against her, but nothing I can account for tonight. I wanted to help- although sometimes I got crap for it, but I try my best to know who’s timid and who’s just being polite from then on…She took her time speaking, wasn’t positive about physical contact and kept her body language to a minimum. This must be a stressful situation, but I wouldn’t know. I walk.

I could barely keep my eyes open, it was too early to be outside--if you asked me of course. The worst thing I had probably done was to be out all night, I had no other options, though. I had to wander around until the police was out of sight; I had to act normal, which was not a perfect act of mine. Normal? How could I ever be? Dropping my keys were probably the most expected thing from a dead tired me, god damn it I needed sleep. If you looked deep enough in my eyes you could probably see how tired I actually was, might just as well pass out from exhaustion, right in front of his feet. Oh dear. 

For a moment, I thought that he didn't hear me…or was just too busy admiring my appearance to actually respond to my question. However, when he started look around I realized that he had actually heard me. ''So, you haven't seen them?'' I scratched my head a bit and hummed softly in thought, ''Well, would it be too much to ask for…I mean, I don't wanna be too much of a trouble.'' I suddenly reached up and held my head in my hands, my vision went slightly blurry out of nowhere. When was the last time I got some sleep? 47 hours ago? I couldn't even remember. The coffee she had at 5am was doing it's thing, the effect of being hyperactive for too long. My head was spinning and it seemed like I was just about to hit the ground, but no, I couldn't let that happen--I needed my keys to get home and to get some rest. Changed plans? Probably, most likely.