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will you marry me? ↺ ft. terry

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it started off as a joke, really. jiyeon had read somewhere that couples who were engaged in overly crowded areas were always given plenty of attention, and that attention always led to a lot of free things. no pulling out beaten wallets, no contemplating on eating just kimbap and rice for the week. there were plenty of stories online, blogs filled with romance and gushing over how girls felt like they won the lottery by being proposed to and being given congratulatory free food. it was ideal for broke college students, scamming their way to a full stomach and good leftovers for the week. 

“hey, wouldn’t it be funny if we pretended to be engaged so we could get free food? we’d be set with a happy stomach for a good few days.” the sparkle in his eyes should’ve been a warning. the way the corner of his lips subtly curled and the way he straightened himself should have raised a red flag that whatever it was she said, terry had something in mind for the both of them.

jiyeon hadn’t actually expected this to happen, to be seated inside a quaint little bakery, pretty little cakes daunting them from behind glass displays. “terry, it’s not gonna fucking work. what if it doesn’t work? what if we get caught? i’m too young and pretty to go to prison.” she adored her friend and how his mind worked, really. but there were times where she felt as if she needed to be more careful with her words around him, needed to think before she spoke in case he already had an idea up his sleeve. 

maybe, just maybe, if she made a run for it right now, she wouldn’t have to contemplate on the multiple ways her youth would end in a tragedy. but she was five seconds too late when she found her friend lowering himself in front of her. “oh, for fucks sake.”

[haebxtna]

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Terrence Yoon & Yoo Haebitna

“Just A Little Blue”

“There’s a reason why tears fall, right?” “They were never meant to stay in our eyes anyway.” “We’ll wash it all away.”

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   ❛ uh don't get angry but like, ❜ anyone that's ever heard words in that nature knows something had to be wrong. this time was not the exception, if the smile ghosting his face wasn’t enough telltale, saying, yes ! i fucked up. ❛ someone asked for my number and i gave them yours instead by... accident ? yeah. gotten a message yet ? ❜ // @trouvxilles

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dear best friend

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dear me,

stop fucking things up.

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Yevgeny looked at the other, his face clearly upset. “Am I supposed to be the one that’s apologizing? Because I’m pretty sure it wasn’t me who messed up this time.”

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dear jeonghan

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dear jeonghan,

hi, i miss you.

i’m sorry i’m such an ass i didn’t mean to disappear

salut! how’s my favorite ravenclaw junior doing? (ﾉ≧∀≦)ﾉ  i hope newts aren’t being too rough on you. seventh year can be a pain in the ass. just make sure to take a breather once in a while, okay? and don’t forget to eat or sleep, because i did heheh–

anyway. i miss you so much. i miss us. how’s ven doing? i can’t believe it has been a year since christmas. i miss hanging out with you bunch. when you get out of there, let’s meet and actually catch up! we still need to check out that cafe we didn’t get to visit during gift hunting. or if you’re up for it, lets go to madam puddifoot’s instead–y’know, to stir things up a bit? but i’m sure you’ve already visited the place with other people, huh. 

life has been…hectic, for me, to say the least. i got a job in the health department (i still think i’m dreaming) and is digging my way up through the bureaucracy, so don’t be surprised if one day you see my picture behind the packaging for chocolate frogs! ヾ(´▽｀;)ゝchanyeol is… chanyeol. can you believe he turned down the offer to try out for british’ quidditch team? i really thought he was insane! but then again, it’s his choice. not mine. i’m just here to push him through everything that stands in his way. seeing him happy makes me happy too, you know? 

oh, grandpa is still doing that twisted contest. i’ve never seen baekbeom so ambitious before, and so are my other cousins. they even got their scary face on! apparently i don’t even stand a chance at this ━(◯Δ◯∥)━ン not that i’m interested anyway–it seems like a pain. and i can’t even remember where to put my remembralls–

oh shit. i rambled again. i’m sorry! i just miss you so much. reply as soon as you can, okay? and i hope we can see each other again soon! 

with tons of love,

-bbh! ‘ㅅ’

[haebxtna]

geborgenheit

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geborgenheit: to feel completely safe, like nothingcould ever harm you; security, comfort, trust, satisfaction, acceptance andlove from others.  

          It is of hands over the other.

          There is warmth, pure warmth with heat passing ontocold skin. Feeling, sharing the heat even if it makes one less warm, just tomake the other a little less cold. It is tearing a piece of self and offeringit to the other. For nothing in return.Altruistic. It’s always like that.

“Are you still cold?”

“Not anymore.” Thankyou.

         It is of eyes that look up in the sky.

         Two pair of orbs soaring high, trying to find the starsfrom the black canvass that hovers above them. Trying to pick a star. Trying totake a chance for a glimpse of a meteor rain. Trying to find a light in thedark. That’s how they’ve been - seeing the positive amidst the gloom of lifeand all of their circumstances. It’s hard, as hard as catching a shooting star.But they’d always do so. One with the other.

“Look! Over there!”

“Let’s make a wish.”

         It is of hair sprawled over the green grass.

         His black strands and her blonde ones, almost as thoughcoiled together but it’s not. Just beautifully, just artfully laid, like spilledfresh paint over canvass. Chaoticallybeautiful. Different colors intertwined. It is what makes her. It is what makes him. It’s what makes themboth.

“I don’t know if people told you already about this,but to me, you’re very beautiful.” In everysingle way.

“Hmm..”

         It is of thin arms rested next to each other, seeminglyparallel but ends meeting together.

         They are thin, his, and hers. His lacks muscularity,what usually is deemed as a criteria that makes a person physically strong.Hers as well, a bit too thin, too short. But these arms are thinand flexible. Like bamboo. Resilient. Willnever falter. No matter how thin his are and how short hers are. These arms arenot made for combat, but these arms are made to protect each other. In little ways they can.

“You suck at throwing punches.”

“I know. But I’d still throw them.” For you. For me. For us.

         It is of two seemingly different people lying on thegrass, next to each other on one cold night, empty bottles scrambled around them. Two people whotakes a slice of a moment, away from the doom the night held, away from thebustling city lights, the demanding and harsh reality that is life. It’s justthem.

         The world dissolves in the background, and there are onlyHaebitna and Terry.

         They cannot hurtus. Nothing is going to take this serenity we have albeit momentary.

“Terry?”

“Hmmm?”

“You know I’mproud of you right?” She need not elaborate, he knows why.

“I know.”

“You know that I trust you right?” He is one of the very few whom she could say she trusts wholeheartedly.

“Uh huh.”

“You know that I love you, right?” He’s a person deservingof love, from hers and from a lot more.

“Hmm.”

         Fists bump with each other as eyes met, and theylet out a series of obnoxious laughter, which soon declines into smiles beforethey turn their gaze back at the starry night.

          And in thatmomentary inebriation, everything felt…perfect.They are invulnerable. Invincible.

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flashback - seyoon

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she sends him to bed with nothing but blood in his mouth and an empty stomach. seyoon’s kind of used to this, kind of used to the way his grandmother deprives him of everything he wants or needs because she’s angry that he exists.

at nine years old, seyoon too feels angry that he exists. his grandmother tells him everyday that it’s his fault his mother is in the hospital, that it’s his fault  she’s slowly dying. he can’t imagine her ever lying about something like that. if she was, his mother would be here with him now and not in a bed hooked up to machines. if she were here, he imagines they could be having dinner together. he imagines his grandmother would have never hit him.

but that’s not the way it happens. that’s not the way it ever happens.

at nine years old, seyoon has learned to wait. eventually his grandmother will be asleep. eventually he’ll have the opportunity to crawl out of bed and sneak into the kitchen for food. it’s not that she starves him or anything, but sometimes she refuses to feed him depending on her mood. she says it’s because of his ‘poor behavior’. seyoon can’t figure out what he did wrong this time, but he’s not surprised that he’s done something wrong at all.

he is a bad kid, after all. that’s what everyone says.

at around midnight, seyoon’s stomach is growling loud enough to wake the neighbors. he heard the unmistakable footfall leading his grandmother into the bedroom about fifteen minutes ago, so the coast should be clear. a minute later, he slips out of his room, tired and barefoot, tiptoeing over to the fridge. inside he finds kimchi and milk, which are the first things he grabs as they require no preparation. he helps himself to a glass or two and scarfs down as much fermented cabbage as he can. it will have to hold him over until morning. he’s never been able to sleep well on an empty stomach.

when his stomach finally feels full enough, he rids the kitchen of all evidence of his presence and goes to slip back into bed like nothing ever happened. he’s been caught a few times, scolded for taking things without asking, but most other times he’s been lucky. tonight, though - unfortunately - he isn’t.

when he sees her, he can see the frustration in her eyes. seyoon’s frustrated too so he knows how poorly she must feel. it makes him feel sympathetic to her. he wishes she didn’t have to deal with him just as must as he knows she wishes she didn’t.

“you! what did i tell you about being a little thief?” she grabs him roughly by the arm and begins dragging him back into the bedroom he’d slipped out of only a short time ago. this will cost him some of his time tomorrow. every crime has a punishment, after all - and in this house, even eating can be a crime. “you little good for nothing boy! how many times do i have to teach you the same lesson over and over?”

“i’m sorry, grandma…”

“don’t you ‘sorry’ me, you little bastard,” she says, leading him into the room. “i know that nothing that comes out of your mouth is the truth. you’re an ungrateful brat and you’ll do the same thing tomorrow too. won’t you?” when he doesn’t answer, she shakes him by the arm. “answer your grandmother when she’s speaking to you. have some respect for your elders.”

“y-yes, grandma. i’m sorry.”

“don’t lie to me. if your mother was here, she’d take your apology and never get angry. that’s exactly the reason why she’s sick. she never punishes you.” she forces him onto the bed. “your mother may buy into your bullshit, but i won’t. i told her she should have never had you. i told her over and over but she didn’t listen, and now look what you’ve done. look what you’re doing to this family.”

she gives him one slap against the cheek, tells him he should have never been born, then leaves.

it’s one of the last times he cries in front of his grandmother. at nine years old, seyoon is learning how important it is to have a thick skin. without one, he knows he won’t survive this life. and, as far as he can tell, life isn’t about anything but that.