#xm osh

[xm-yoonjo]

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♟: Patching up a wound 

“Can’t you just look a bit happier?” Yoonjo huffed at the tall blonde guy standing next to her.  

She knew he didn’t enjoy being the one waiting. Nobody liked it actually. But Sehun was different. Yoonjo believed that by growing up as a prince he could get anything he wanted at once. Seemingly he wouldn’t be good at waiting. He just asked, and there would be people ready to offer assistance. Yoonjo supposed it was the reason why he looked visibly irritated having waited for just … nearly an hour.

Or was it because he was just the “experimental option” for her first-attempt-of-making-Jatjuk? Hm… It made more sense in this case. Yoonjo wanted to make some porridge for Myungsoo. He was ill. And the ginger had to admit that she didn’t really trust her cooking ability soooo she found it better to get someone to try the the porridge first before she gave it to the real patient, Myungsoo. And her choice was Sehun.

He didn’t say he hated jatjuk though. At least he got something to eat for free. Free. Yeah. And it was even made by those pretty delicate hands of his best-friend-for-life. He should have been happy for that. Not everybody could get this special chance.  

“Can you put the pine nuts into the blender for me? I’ll go check therice.” She gave Sehun a nudge, asking for a little help. He just pouted.

Just as quickly as she left the counter, Yoonjo returned, with a pan of strained rice on her hand. Because of an “ouch!” from nowhere. Considering it could be the voice of only one person, her attention automatically went to Sehun.

She got it, fast. “Omona I forgot to tell you to be careful of the blade!” Yoonjo hurriedly put dowm the pan and ran to him. He hid his hand from her at first, but Yoonjo managed to catch hold of it.

“Don’t be silly. Let me see it!” She furrowed. He didn’t need to keep his pride in this situation. It seemed that he also understood. Soon, he gave in.

Thankfully, the cut wasn’t too deep. Yoonjo reached out for some tissues, wiping out the blood. She tried to be very gentle. Yoonjo wasn’t sure if the wound itself hurt him, but seeing her best friend like this, she felt hurt already.   

For a moment, Yoonjo saw a sweet, endearing smile on his face. Following after, all of his displesure vanished. The change in his visage was within a blink, but long enough for her to catch sight of. That smile. He didn’t often give out that mild look. And she just realised how close the distance between them was.

“Remember to be more careful next time alright?” Yoonjo quickly spoke, distracting herself from his drop dead gorgeous face. Yoonjo took a step back, but her hand lingered a bit on his. A weird feeling grew in her.

Suddenly, her imagination started picture the future. Surely, someday a beautiful lady would walk into his life, as them two would be bonded with love, that lady would be the one taking care of Yoonjo’s best friend for the rest of his life. Does it sound like losing something? Oh you’re being selfish Jojo. Yoonjo scolded herself. As if you ever looked after him. Those were stupid thoughts, in her opnion.

“We need a bandage. Wait for me a little. I’ll take it for you.” She stood up, smiling as she drag herself back to the present.

Hopefully, everything would always stay this nice. Best friends. The words replayed in her mind.  

[xm-yoonjo]

Where do you feel the most safe?

my home sweet home it must be, of course (/gives the grey face a clear answer with no need of considering before speaking) (/pauses for a short moment as something pops up in her mind) oh wait, if you mean you wanted me to mention some names here, apart from my parents, my lovely family then… I would say, it doesn’t matter where, I always feel safe as long as I’m with either Woohyun or… that dumb prince (/emphasises the phrase on purpose) I mean, Oh Sehun. Yep.   

[xm-kimmyungsoo]

flat white {ic, ooc)

flat White: confess the most recent crime you committed.

( ` hesitates for a moment ) crime as in an illegal stuff? ( ` glances around and hopes no one else is listening before lowering his voice ) i shoplifted a lot when i was in high school. took a lot of things like books and food and video games and i got caught once, and i didn’t do it again. other than that i’m pretty much the model citizen? ( ` shrugs his shoulders and laughs, lifting his hands up to show that he’s innocent now )

{OKAY so this was really long ago like my age was barely two digits and i was overseas like in china or some shit and my family was in a hurry to leave the store bc it was late or something etc etc and then i walked out the store without paying for the stuff i took which was like one packet of candy idek what happened but knowing me i probably forgot i had the thing in my hand

and then we left the country and no i didn’t go back to pay for it ‘cus ima thug 'cus i was like 11 and broke

if you want something more recent but a lot more trivial it’s chewing gum lol yeah chewing gum is illegal here. you have to pay $500 to spit gum onto the street and get to go to jail for smuggling gum over borders (but im not in jail yet) but no one here gives a fuck

[xm-yoonjo]

❤❤❤❤❤❤❤ B)

❤❤❤❤❤❤❤ : Our characters getting married. { ❤ }

“Jagiya~” From the dressing room she calls for Sehun. All she gets in return is just silence. Yoonjo wonders what made him too busy that he didn’t even answer. Sliding the curtain to the other side she searches for him. The ginger chuckles briefly to see that he fell asleep on the couch. He must be tired. They’ve spent the whole day visiting so many stores for wedding shopping and it’s getting dark already.

Creeping from the corner of dress fitting she carefully approaches him. Yoonjo moves toward the couch and sits down next to her future groom. Leaning towards the man she quietly watches her fiancé enjoying his peaceful sleep. A smile spreads on her face as she ecstatically admires all of his beautiful features. He looks so good in the heather gray tuxedo. She finds no difference between him and the prince charming all girls dream of in their childhood days. Being together with Sehun is already joy. She never expected a royal wedding but now it’s waiting for her. Getting married to the Prince of Baeksol. More than a dream come true.

Probably having sensed someone staring at him, Sehun’s eyes slowly open. He raises one of the eyebrows seeing her in the white dress.  

“Look!” Yoonjo quickly stands up and twirles around in the wedding dress. Stepping onto the platform she stands with her back facing him. Yoonjo turns around a little, her hands put behind, her intention is to make a pose. “You’re still not taller than me.” Sehun jokes as his hands hover from her head to his. He totally lets her down. Height is always his favourite subject to embarrass Yoonjo.  

She punches him lightly at his stomack. “Yah you hit your groom?! What kind of bride is that?” Sehun shouts at her making an angry face. “You’re so dead.” His threatening words have no affect on her. She’s so used to these things. They always fight. The two throw harsh words at each other often but none of them really means any offense.

“Yah.” The ginger lets out a small yelp, which soon turns into laughter, as he suddenly lifts her up and begins swaying her back and forth in his arms. “You’re so so dead.” His action completely contrasts with what he warns. She holds him tight. The waves of the tulle wedding dress cascades off his arms, covering the two in white. The room is filled with their laughter.  

“You’re so beautiful.” His voice changes to a lighter tone. Sehun beams at his fiancée. Still holding her he walks towards the nearest glass window. “I want everybody to see the most gorgeous bride in this world.” He states confidently. “…and know that she’s mine.” Yoonjo can’t help but giggle at his smirk. Some of the people walking on the street has noticed them and even chuckled. It’s quite a rare moment the Prince of Baeksol being this bold and not bothered by the glances from strangers.

The lights, both the ones inside the room and outside from the street, make his eyes twinkle. Yoonjo’s never seen him that happy. His face moves closer to Yoonjo’s. He brushes his soft lips against her before they share a sweet kiss.   

[xm-yoonjo]

・Puppy and Kitten

xm-osh:

{/he blinks. like did she just pout? he never saw this side of hers before and he is feeling a bit strange himself seeing her act so strangely. what’s even going on in her mind, he wonders as he flashes a smile. listening to her protest and the faces that she makes at his every response is something to look at} that doesn’t make sense at all. not even a single bit {/he scoffs, taking his usual stance} i am osh, i decide what counts and what not {/he tilts his head, his arms crossed over his chest} what do you expect me to tell you? what if i hate you? are you gonna hate me back? {/he leans closer to her, patting her cheeks} stop thinking too much.

(/she still keeps the pouty face, doesn’t agree with his opinion. why he’s the only one who has the right to come to that decision?) (is momentarily silent because she personally doesn’t know how to answer him. of course the ginger won’t hate him for such a stupid reason but she’s too stubborn to admit it with words) (/slightly startles because of his cold skin. despite already knowing that’s a part of his mutation, it helps her nothing) I don’t think too much… (/lowers the tone of her voice. it sounds more sincere as a result) I just wonder…. because our first meeting wasn’t a good memory, our first impressions about the other one might have been not so good either. 

[xm-yoonjo]

・(Hot) White Tea

“Jojo, come here.” The mother’s calling discontinued her steps. Holding onto the stairs and leaning out, she answered. “What, mom?”

The old woman waved at her daughter, brightly smiled and pointed at a cup not far from her. “This. Table 17. So many orders to get done here. Don’t mind giving me a helping hand?” Of course she had no problem with it. Yoonjo instantly got a tray and took the tea from her mother. She didn’t forget to smile in return to the woman before walking out.

The mild smell quicly embraced her nose. This subtlety, the pale yellow color. She had no difficulty recognising it. White tea. As soon as she got the name, Yoonjo felt curious about the one who came with this choice. White tea was the rarest and most expensive since it was the least processed form of tea. Must be either a tea lover or a rich man. She presumed.   

“17 ….” With only a blink the ginger had already found her way. Working in her family’s tea room had been so familiar with the girl. She actually spent much of spare time doing this job.  Therefore, she knew this place so well, like a lesson already learnt by heart.

Yoonjo quickly approached the customer. A young man. He was in the middle of doing something, seemingly not aware of her presence.

“Hot white tea as you have ordered. Please enjoy… your… tea…” Her words soon became hesitant. The moment she glanced at the cup again, it was no longer hot as it should have been, which made her very surprised. Huh? Yoonjo remembered for sure she didn’t take the wrong drink from the kitchen, and there was even light smoke coming out of the water a few seconds earlier. But at the moment it looked just like a cup of cool tea. Yoonjo got kind of nervous, afraid that this customer might complain, or worse, get angry at her for not delivering the ordered drink. 

[xx-min]

MinxSehun

Who cooks: Min. Sehun loves his noona’s cooking.

Who does the laundry and other chores: Not them. They have people for that.

How many children do they have: Two.

Who’s more dominant: Min pfft.

Favorite nonsexual activity: Eating. Pulling pranks. The usual.

Their favorite place to be together: A diner. lul

Any traditions: Idk they’re soulmates they do what their heart desires

Their “song”: MY LADY not sorry

What they do for each other on holidays: Pull pranks on each other but make up by giving each other presents

Where did they go for their honeymoon: They took a trip to all the cities as a getaway.

Where did they first meet: Rain’s Institute.~

Any pets: Sonic and Engdu

What do they fight over: Food. But Sehun backs down faster than expected.

Do they go on vacations, if so where: to each other’s beds nah they just hang out. no vacations needed.

[x-inguk]

xm-osh said: uh— um, (/peers into the office and reluctantly comes in) …um, i’m— … (/laughs sheepishly and takes a seat) what do you want to know … specifically?

( ` purses his lips as the other speaks — quite nervously, in guk notes — and asks him a question; in response, the teacher ( for in guk, this title felt amazing ( !!! ) as he was given a chance to enlighten young minds with the capability of not fucking up their lives, literally ) exhales and gazes into the other's eyes ) um — anything. get creative, i don't just want to learn about your age. ( ` gently smiles at the other, trying to make himself seem less ... ( what's the word ... ) intimidating )