#vldjisoo

[vldminseok]

                                         𝑪𝑳𝑶𝑺𝑬𝑫  𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑬𝑹  ft . @vldjisoo

                   there  was  something  melancholy  about  walking  the  summer  streets  in  the  middle  of  the  night  ;  or  perhaps  the  night  had  already  turned  into  dawn  at  the  hour  that  minseok  was  walking  .  yet ,  sorrow  had  no  time - limit ,  and  minseok  was  suffering ,  he  was  suffering  bad .  the   desolation  had  struck  from  nowhere , tainting  his  usually  cheerful  demeanor  with  a  frown  that  was  almost  impossible  to  wipe  away  and  despite  his  efforts  to  patch  himself  up ,  the  uneasy  feeling  in  his  stomach  refused  to  give  in .  rum  &  coke  was  his  first  attempt  at  resolution , but  it  simply  made  him  dizzy  ;  and  perhaps  even  worse . after  five  more  drinks , he  finally  hit  the  streets ,  thinking  that  a  walk  ought  to  either  sober  or  somber  him  up .  it  was  not  until  the  rain  started  pouring  that  minseok  realized  that  his  drunken - self  had  walked  right  up  to  jiwoo’s  complex . it  wasn’t  as  surprising  as  one  might  think  for  minseok  to  drunkenly  knock  on  jiwoo’s  door  in  the  middle  of  the  night ,  and  to  be  fair ,  he  knew  that  jiwoo  would  always  open  his  door  for  him ,  no  matter  the  hour  or  situation .  stumbling  up ,  minseok’s  fists  echoed  against  the  door  as  he  rested  his  head  against  the  cold  wall  ;  his  surroundings  spinning  slightly  from  the  buzz  of  the  rum .    ❛      ya    !    woo  ,   open  up  will  ya   ?   ‘need  to  piss .   ❜    he  rambled  loudly  into  the  door ,  wet  bangs  falling  into  his  eyes .  

[jiyongvld]

when: 2020.07.29 @ 7:20 pm where: jiwoo’s apartment with: @vldjisoo

Broken were bones bent and brought to their point of near rupture, a repetitive sound of snapping and cracking, a sensation felt under taunt skin and splintered veins like stitches coming undone at the seams, a thin thread pulled from between each layer like a needle through butter: soft, swift, undeniably keen.

After the Jeju camping trip, the rapper had locked himself away for what seemed like a fortnight, only to reemerge donning paint smeared overalls and a beanie that, too, displayed flecks of various colors. Upon receiving the dinner invitation he had been perched in front of a half-finished canvas, paint crusted hands dainty picking up the vibrating cellphone to view the incoming text message.

outgoing message : sounds good

With the message sent, the young man capped and stored the paints in use, jazz still playing lightly in the background as the rest of the room seemed to weep his pending departure, a soft hum filling his ears as he entered the restroom to wash up. Rubbing and scrubbing layers of paint from once clean hands, the colors spun and danced around the drain, an orchestra of bright and brutal pigments that succumbed to a sludge brown once in one another’s embrace.

Soft, gentle so they twirled, angels of a secret land, where dark eyes hid to keep their festering worries at bay

Move quickly now, for the Night awaits you

Hands cleaned and clothes switched out for a fresh set, the rapper exited the front of his apartment, adjusting his beanie as the door clicked closed behind him.

The soles of freshly polished black boots tapped gently against the pavement as he exited the taxi cab, payment submitted and accepted as he made his way up the front steps and into the apartment building.

It took little more than an elevator ride a quick few paces before he stood before the door of his fellow group member’s home, giving a quick knock before taking a step back. Dark eyes focused on the patch of paint that had refused to wash off the side of his palm, and he busied himself with attempting to rub the stain away, waiting.