#theyforget

[dmt-guru]

The closer you become to people, the crueler they are.

[disconnectng]

@theyforget​ ♥️’d for a starter

𝐓𝐖𝐎 𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐒 𝐀𝐆𝐎 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐃𝐀𝐘𝐒. She had stopped coming back in general. Minhee was a ghost they’d see flit through the town for a brief second before she was gone with the wind once again. It was fear of her own consequences that had her keeping her loved ones much further than an arms length away. She doesn’t understand what compels her to return this year. What puts her in this situation. Sitting on the swings of their favourite park , kissed with ice , bottle of liquor within arms reach to keep her warm as she stares down at the text she had sent.

『 sms: ji 』at the park. Leaving if you’re not here in an hour. 『 sms: ji 』 hurry up i miss you 𝚍𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚍  『 sms: ji 』 hurry up.

She only pries the bottle from her lips when she hears the crunch of snow under footfall. The light in her eyes in unmistakeable but the feeling in the pit of her stomach is hard to digest. She shouldn’t be here and she wants to leave , but she digs her heels into the ground under her to stop herself from fleeing. She needed this. They needed this.

“ Hey , ” Is all she says for a while. She hasn’t seen them in years and it’s all she can muster. She shoves the swing beside her as a welcoming gesture for them to join her. “ Bet I can still go higher than you can. ”

[fockbambi]

“ the saddest fear comes creeping in … that you never loved me. ”

( not accepting. )

" don't be a dumbass. "

words dripped out of bambi's lips, low, barely audible, like he was on autopilot and didn't even hear jiseok. that was just another one of his automated responses because his mind had wandered far, far away already. took a spaceship and travelled over to the next galaxy. bambi pulled out a crumpled cigarette from one of his pockets and flattened it as much as he could. fingers trembling, he created more folds in the thin white-ish paper, while bits of tobacco spilled out from the end. his eyes spectating the plight before redirecting towards jiseok. " don't say it like that. "

the two of them were sitting on the curb facing the back entrance of a glitzy bar, in a neglected alley only the most courageous could set foot in. bambi's legs were laying flat on the freezing concrete as he was hunched over the goddamn cigarette that would NOT go back to its original state, his hands becoming red as the cold seeped into his bones. with remixed pop music faintly booming from the building in front of them, he finally scooted a little closer to jiseok. " this kind of sucks. " he said, breath turning into a white fog. " sorry. "

for...being bambi, he was quite dapper. he was wearing a rich burgundy velvet suit jacket paired with a black dress shirt and bowtie, complete with black pants covered by a large skirt of the same color, of course. his hair was slicked back, giving way to his constantly-furrowed eyebrows. bambi finally placed the wrinkly cigarette between his lips, hands dug deep in his outfit in search of a lighter. any lighter at this point. " forgot i was para- pera- per-... hmm," he looked up at the night sky, the crisp air stinging every inch of his skin, yanking the cigarette out of his mouth for a second, " ...p e r m a n e n t l y banned from there. "

it was only a few hours ago bambi was trying his best to impress jiseok. what did he call it? ...oh yeah, a date. that's what it was. with every step of the day written on the palm of his hand so he wouldn't forget, he didn't expect them to say IT on the way to the rococo-inspired bar. to say that they l- lo-- to have confessed to bambi so promptly. that part wasn't written on bambi's hand, he couldn't have prepared for it. the rest of the day was almost a blur;

the silent car ride ( which, by the way, was an expensive car driven by someone other than bambi ), arriving at the bar only to be ferociously shoved away- something about bambi throwing fists and chairs at people months ago- only to be sitting in an abandoned back-alley while slowly freezing to death with no way to get home. he didn't even like his outfit.

bambi pulled on his bow to untie it, opening two or three buttons on his shirt so as not to choke on top of this all and ran a hand through his hair to undo everything that was done to it to make it look presentable. the cigarette's holding on for its dear life on the edge of his mouth, still very much not on fire. " ...you know i don't hate you, ji. " he's so terrified of the other's reaction he kept his head down, " i like you very very much, in fact. " a tiny smile pulled on his lips. " but you know me. "

...and that was the best response he could give. or maybe it was an excuse.

" anyway, i got you somethin'. " and from another mysterious pocket of his, bambi pulled out a small object wrapped in brown paper. he's already holding back laughter as he unrolled it, revealing an odd-looking rock. a little big, like a punching fist. " this-- i remember. " he said, looking like an excited child. " back when we were at school and- " his furrowed eyebrows cram even closer as he tried to recall the memory, " a-and people were botherin' you, but i got in the way when they threw this- " his hand held out the rock, " -and look, there's still my blood from those mon- those yea- uh, that long time ago, ha-haha. " bambi was a tad bit confused, but through it all he couldn't stop grinning. " i think it's better if you have it, might become a rock jus' like the others to me real soon, y'know. " he shrugged, the reality of losing his mind had become so normal to him.

" i-i promise it was gonna be more special. i'd have handed it to you over martinis on the rock, while some opera show was playing and all. hey, you should really go to this place one day, totally recommend it. " bambi pointed at the bar with a swift movement of his head, until he finally pulled out a cracked lighter from his clothes. he clicked it about thirty-seven times before a tiny flame came out of it, and gone just as quickly.

" fuck this bitch ass-fucking weather. "

[mcnyhearts]

@theyforget​​  asked:  “i  want  to  know  what  love  is  to  you.  ”

                    love?     ...    it  was  quite  the  question  to  ask  someone,  and  she  wasn’t  sure  if  she  knew  exactly  how  to  answer  it.  “  i  guess  it  depends  on  what  type  of  love  you  mean...  but...  ”  she  didn’t  know  a  lot  about  the  love  of  a  significant  other,  she  didn’t  have  much  experience  in  that  part  of  life.  she  was  young  when  her  mom  died,  and  most  of  her  time  was  spent  with her  ballet.  now,  with  her  abusive  father  in  tow  she  really  only  focused  on  her  dance.  on  her  passion  and  the  thing  that  she  hoped  would  allow  her  to  escape  one  day.  love  felt  like  a  distant  memory,  but  she  knew  what  it  felt  like.  lynn  could  never  forget.

                     “  to  me...  love  is  a lot  of  things.  ”  she  started  to  say,  “  love  is  midnight  in  a  diner,  cleaning  dirty  dishes  and  mopping  floors.  ”  she  could  remember  those  days,  going  to  the  diner  where  her  mom  worked  and  helping  her  clean  up.  most  children  wouldn’t  enjoy  such  a  thing,  but  lynn  did.  because  she  was  with her  mom,  and  that’s  all  that  matter  to  her.  “  it’s  laughter,  it’s  forehead  kisses,  it’s  soup  with  a  little  to much  salt  in  it.  ”  all  things  that  made  her  think  of  her  mom.  she  tried  to  think  of  the  good  things,  the  things  that  reminded  her  of  love.  instead  of  remembering  that  night  she  watched  her  die.

                       but  that  wasn’t  all     ...     more  things  made  her  think  of  love.  though  her  mom  was  the  reason  she  knew  what  love  was...  she  was  able  to  find  it  in  other  places  as  well.  “  love  is  dance.  ”  to  her,  her  dance  made  her  feel  a  way  she  could  never  explain.  “  it’s  a  song,  it’s  a  feeling,  it’s  a  joy.  ”  she  knew  exactly  what  love  was  when  she  was  able  to  dance.  “  so  what  is  love  to  me...?  ”  she  repeated,  finally  looking  at  the  other.

                        “  love  is  a  beautiful  memory.  ”

[leafproducticns]

meet & greet: @theyforget

     in a rare moment of being alone, anda was self reflecting. maybe the convenience store, where he was supposed to be getting snacks for his members, was not the best place to do it. he was supposed to be fast, he was even given the manager’s card, and he was supposed to be practicing, but the only employee went into the back room and he was all alone. his hand hovered over a candy bar.      what had his life come to? was it really true? why did he feel this way? he liked flirting with girls so much and he loved when they returned the playful fun but for him that was it. nothing made him want to go any further, even a kiss, it was too scary. what was wrong with him? had he just not met the one? no, surely he was supposed to have met her by now. everyone his age had had their first kiss, so, why hadn’t he?      the bell rang. he stood straight up. he, silly enough, was still wearing his sunglasses from outside in a person-less store. he took his glasses off and hung them on his gucci jumpsuit top. his eyes needed a second to adjust. had he been spacing out that hard?      he cleared his throat. whoever it was, whoever just walked in, anda noticed he was cute. maybe his company would like to sign him up to be a trainee. anda waved.      wait, was that jiseok?!

[asvnder]

@theyforget !!

     “taping your eyelids open isn’t just a cartoon thing, right ?” there’s serious contemplation in the knit of her brow and the purse of her lips, eyelids heavy and sticky shut where bailey struggles to blink through the exhaustion clinging like stubborn cobwebs.

[chngjr]

          ‘‘ SOMETIMES MY MOOD DIPS  so far that i just want to bang my head               through a wall, but i know that’s not a good idea so i just go off by myself and               scream. usually works. ’’

STARTER CALL !!  ||  @theyforget​

[animalcontrol]

@theyforget​: ❛ honestly if i survive the next 3 years of my life, i will be impressed with myself ❜

‘ me too, dude. ’ gar took a deep breath as he reflected his life. it was quite fascinating.

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