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[baesunah-blog]

dawn; ljd&bsn

@wisceral

she held back a swear as she dropped her purse, reminding herself at the last moment she needed to be quiet as she entered the code on their keypad of their front door.

he had chosen the code- of course.

she pushed the door in, quietly shutting it behind her, almost sighing in pleasure as she finally got to kick off the heels she wore that evening. pulling out her phone, she frowned as she saw the time. 5:57 AM. but what truly made her cringe was the notification drawer.

battery almost empty. 7% left.

4 missed calls.

6 unread texts from: jude.

so she decided to go the easy way as always. she’d slip into her room, get some well needed rest and deal with the consequences (aka having to face him) whenever she woke.

it was in those moments she was thankful he was such a workaholic. she didn’t have to deal with him until late at night when he finally wound up home.

barefoot, sunah tiptoed through the entryway, turning as she hit the main room to drop her purse and phone on the kitchen counter (she’d deal with those later as well). she yawned as she turned on herself, ready to retreat to her room.

she had, however, not expected to see the very man she was trying to avoid sitting on the pristine white couch of their large living room.

“jude” she let out, her voice an unsettling mix between a gasp and a whisper; surprise and apprehension an unsavory cocktail within her.

“i- you’re up early. i didn’t want to wake you up. i’m sorry” she muttered, frozen in place, eyes avoiding his- instinctively going to the door to her room. fight or flight instinct kicking in, consciousness telling her to pick the latter.

[micoresoftyeol]

“first question? easy. could have done it in my sleep.” 

x button, assault rifle reloads.

“flip the page. second question? never mind, just fuck me in the ass. god, what’d it say- something like, ‘find the flux of the first octet of a paraboloid bounded by all axes in r3,’ then it gave you a vector field. or actually, was the surface an ellipsoid?”

right thumbstick, aim.

“no, no, no. it was an elliptic paraboloid. i remember now because i drew it out and thought it’d be funny to stick a dog in it like it was wearing one of those, shit, what are they called? you know, those cones that dogs wear around their neck? it’s like a cone of shame? that’s not even the point. the point is, i didn’t know what to do for shit. you might as well have just reworded the question to, ‘find the flux of go fuck yourself, park chanyeol’.”

rt button, shoot. 

artillery fire in his ears while a couple of +25′s materializes onto the grid by his gamer tag (read: a shameless chanoftheyear). gaming, it’s all subconscious work. he handles the controller almost automatically. perhaps that’s why chanyeol’s really good with his hands. ‘good’ pertaining to building. you know, robots. programs. lego girlfriends. were you hoping he’d be handy in something else? yeah, you thought. or at least he’s supposed to be until there’s an ‘oh shit!’ when he gets head shot.  

at this point, it’s a routine. the death screen and its ‘guardian down. waiting to revive’, the shameless laughter as he waits to respawn, the impending ‘did you just die, you fucking shit?’ in his headset.

that might just be the epitome of co-op campaign and sleep deprived conversation with oh sehun at two in the morning. where note: sehun’s the better player. not that chanyeol would ever say that out loud because his ego says, no. you’re park chanyeol. just look at yourself. you’re great.

“five minutes left, i bullshit it. i had to haul ass to finish in time that i don’t even think it was legible. you look at it and it’s probably like, ‘oh, i’m sorry is this math? or fucking morse code?’ anyways, yesterday i got on and saw that grades were posted.” a pause. god, chanyeol’s smiling.

“guess what i got on that final. out of 200, just guess, sehun.” and he leans forward with a shit-eating grin.

left thumbstick, run.

[pareidvlia-blog]

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the bite of winter is bitter and leaves floyd’s body aching, the duo battle the wind (attacking them in such a manner it’s almost as if nature was out to mock the two of them). and it’s as if mother nature didn’t register the fact that floyd was in-fact, a  was a frail, shaky soul.

but excitement and company is the warmth to the season of miserably cold festive giving.

and there is a thrill factor too and it drop his obsessively fragile state of mind, renewed.

“i-i know right.” he says excitedly, despite the chattering teeth and his bones quaking weakly. they battle thought the jarring cold winter with giggle and hushed comments, anticipation filling the cold spaces between them. “i used to go sneaking into the cinemas and movie hopping when i was younger.”

a chuckle escapes his capped lips, relishing in this liberation, a brief moment where his stress is stripped. “and,” he starts, laughing in hindsight of his own thoughts (which were for once, finally, clear) “with a pretty noona too.”

     Violet remembers the cold, she remembers its bite, but faintly. She doesn’t feel the cold anymore, not really, it doesn’t bother her artificial hide or anything beneath the surface, still, she must appear human (something she once was) and so she allows her teeth to chatter too, but eventually it sounds odd, and she clamps her teeth tightly together to save them both from the sound.      It was the season to be festive and kind, the season to give, yet the pair had set out to take.  The thought alone makes her grin, it’s mischievous, she’s up to no damn good, but that’s always when the fun things start happening--when you’re up to no good.  “Is that all you used to do when you were younger Floyd?” she asks softly, her hand reaching for his to tug him inside the warmth of the cinema and out of the cold. “tell Sooyeon Noona all your stories” she mumbles (of course he knew her as sweet little Sooyeon and nothing more) glancing up at the showing times of various movies without the intent of purchasing a ticket. “and I’ll tell you all mine.”

[lvrnmiere-blog]

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"You know you really should make sure your door is lock before you go jerking off, Sehun. If you get what I mean.”

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             a small sigh escaped her lips when she realized that neither one customer haven’t visited their shop yet. of course, it’s making her worry because she’ll be at blame for not distributing the flyers well to the customers to advertise the pizza place. huffing, she took the flyers again and went out of the shop, smiling to the people here and there hoping that they would grab the piece of paper she’s giving out. she felt a little defeat when she realized no one didn’t even bother to grab one. quickly, she went to a random stranger and held it out to him, her insides praying and hoping that he’ll take it. “hello sir!”