#vraisemblcnce

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———    * ! YOONHEE & CHANGMIN * !  ———   for @vraisemblcnce​

The sky was black tranquillity married to a poetry of stars . It was the softness that called body and brain to rest and let the heart go to its steady rhythm . When the night came , that’s when his life started getting adventurous with a hint of danger .  Changmin was now walking towards his next target for the night when he heard the rustling of nearby bushed . He stopped in his tracks and focused his eyes on the close by trembling bushes . 

❝  for how long are you actually planning on following me ? ❞      the male groaned to himself in an annoyed manner as his fingers ran through his messy hair , removing it from his eyes . 

[wistfulreality]

a starter for @vraisemblcnce​

it had been a long time since chanmi had felt this sort of weird fuzzy way about anyone before. her last relationship had ended horribly, and she had sworn off dating for quite some time. this had all happened by chance; it wasn’t something that she had been looking for but well, maybe she was getting ahead of herself. they were only just planning to meet at the park to take a walk together, maybe grab some snacks and food to share. it wasn’t like it was a date. and yet, chanmi found herself spending a little more time getting ready, making sure every strand of hair was in place before she made her way to their meeting spot. she checked her phone to see if there were any messages from the other before taking a seat on one of the empty benches, hoping she wasn’t too difficult to spot.

[yuseonguarchive]

               group projects, frankly, are haibo’s worst nightmare. he works best alone because he’s used to being alone. if someone challenges his ideas, he backs down almost immediately. he’ll paint whatever he’s told to paint, and draw whatever he’s told to draw, but he knows what he likes and what he’s good at. better to get it over and done with now, and spare the argument that will no doubt arise if he doesn’t. ❝ did you... uh... do you have any ideas for our project...? ❞

@vraisemblcnce​ ↺ reblogged for a starter

[nobilitylost]

halloween pick-up lines meme | accepting

@vraisemblcnce​ said: “Can I ride your broomstick? I lost mine.” (yumi @ daniel)

It took a second for the words to register, fingers stalling on the keys to his laptop. Daniel was half-way through the second draft of his article, now just nit-picking until it was time to submit it to his editors. The corners of his lips twitched upward as he attempted to fight back a grin, ultimately failing after only a few seconds of effort. Hitting save, Daniel closed the laptop and let it sit idly on the coffee table.

“I can’t tell if that’s a pickup line or if you’re calling me a witch.” Either way? He was amused, more so than he was willing to let on without a bit of back and forth. The coffee cup that sat lonely and abandoned on the table was finally given its rightful attention, even though the coffee inside had long ago gone ice cold. “But you’ve definitely gotten my attention.” Which, he suspected, had been her original intent, given the fact that he’d been staring at his laptop for hours.

Daniel leaned back on the couch, hands folded around the cup. “So which was it? Am I a witch or did you get a new book of Halloween pick up lines?” That had to be it, right? No way she was actually serious. Unless…  His smile widened, fully teasing her now. “But if you’re actually asking to ride a…broomstick, I gotta tell ya. I’m not that type of guy. You have to buy me dinner first.”

[hypcbeast-a]

  … ⚜ & —            pho had grown tired of her father’s urging her to find a suitable husband and this was, in her opinion, just his latest attempt at begging her to show some interest in a man who was, in his opinion, on her level. she couldn’t take it. she’d reached the point where the sight of a man pretty much made her nauseous and after all that had happened with her dating life in high school, she didn’t even want one near her and definitely not close enough to marry. she didn’t want to be in a situation where there was a man who wanted anything from her and she surely did not want anything from a man.              despite that, she stood in front of the ornate mirror in the dressing room of her parent’s estate as her mother primped and preened over her hair. a waft of steam from the curling iron grace her skin and she winced. “Ma! Stop it. Even if I look ugly, which let’s be honest, I never do, it’s not like he has a choice, right? If Appa has got his dad as locked into this as he say then he’s just like me. Marriage or...I don’t know, poverty,” pho would’ve been okay with being poor. As a matter of a fact, she might’ve even preferred to be a penniless nobody and if it wasn’t for the orphanage that she up-kept, the addiction clinic she secretly funded and the smuggling she so passionately ran under the streets of seoul, she would’ve decided to say ‘Fuck This’ and do what she wanted, anyway. the problem was, though, that she couldn’t do that. it wasn’t just her life that was at stake. it was her employees and the kids and the addicts that would be out of a healthy detox and a place to get better. she groaned waving her mother away and standing as she smoothed her hands over her dress and walked to the foyer where her father ( and several servants ) had been waiting. she stood still sighing as she heard the car pull up. Fucking showtime. She thought as she watched her father walk out the door to greet what would soon be her father-in-law ( though, she was hoping her personality alone would be enough to ruin the deal ).

— i choose you!! : @vraisemblcnce​ —

[ofdamnation]

@vraisemblcnce​!

          ‘  hey  ,  ’   is  all  he  can  muster  the  second  he  sees  her  .  jeonghoon  has  the  night  of  in  god  knows  how  long  ,  yet  here  he  is  wanting  to  spend  it  with  her  and  her  alone  .  clearing  his  throat  ,  he  gives  an  awkward  scratch  to  the  back  of  his  neck  before  ensuring  the  hair  there  is  sitting  flat  .   ‘  i  hope  it’s  okay  to  just  show  up  like  this  ,  i  thought  maybe  if  you  weren’t  busy  i  could  take  you  out  ?  or  whatever  you’d  like  to  do  .  ’

[wedust]

she groans softly,  massaging the back of her neck.  ( oh how she hated problems she couldn't solve )    ‘  so i bumped into a girl on the way here.    she’s finding out   ----   right about now   ---   that her brother died.   ‘    sometimes it was the  strangest details  that stuck out in her visions.     that clock on the wall.   6:08PM.  tik-tok.        lips purse, cheeks puffing slightly as she watches the time on her phone  tick over to the dreaded minute.    ‘  do you have any siblings ?    i don’t   ----  always  wished i did  though.  ‘   /    @vraisemblcnce​ ( for kangjoon ! )   ;   sc.

[aspcrity]

— cold nights

cheolmin tried to ignore the dreadful feeling of overstepping boundaries by just being at her work. he tried not to think of it, stashing it away with a firm thought of if you were, she’d kick you out without a doubt. “thank you.” he gave a her a genuine smile albeit reluctant, nervously fingering around the glass in his too large hands. everything looked so small in them always, especially hyewons own hands. it was one of the only times cheolmin liked being so tall and graced with large hands. to hold hyewon, so small. “i know. i’ve never really told you anything on some days. those days just seem to accumulate. there’s no real end to them.” he let out a sigh and offered her another smile - a much smaller one at that, one that let slip that it was taking a toll on him. he had always taken too much to heart and initially his parents brought it up as a reason for him to not pursue the police career, but all it took for his confidence was hyewon smiling and telling him do what you want. you can move mountains if you are passionate about it. he had done what he wanted, but it cost him so much. he was still learning how to protect himself from his work and separate it from his private life, but since his private life and relationship had suffered so much from the chosen profession, cheolmin had a hard time progressing any further. he had relied on chaewon being an anchor and guide for him until he lost her. cheolmin nodded at her snapping out of it, focusing on listening to what she had to say. a frown formed on his face, brows furrowing. “it hasn’t gotten worse with your sleeping problems, has it?” it was a stupid question, really. cheolmin wasn’t sure why he liked to hurt himself that much; maybe to prove himself he deserved it. “work still treating you well? is it still fun?” // @vraisemblcnce​ | cont.