#youian

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"You belong to me"

     &&   —   Send “You belong to me” to see how my muse reacts.

              Once again they planned to go out and there they were, finally sitting down on a nice table in front of the big window on the restaurant Jerome wanted to take her. He was always like this, always wanting to take her on dates and do cute things he saw in movies, even though Sojin kept saying he didn’t need to. He wanted to. Jerome only thinks on making her happier and happier, and the smiles she gives him whenever they’re together is the motivation he needs to keep going. 

              It was not a fancy restaurant (he couldn’t afford that yet), but it was really cozy and pretty, and everyone around seemed happy. Jerome liked that place and wanted Sojin to go there once with him. It didn’t take long for a waitress to come bring them the menu, his eyes went to the pastas right away, moving the menyu a little to show his girlfriend and ask which one looked better. What he didn’t notice was how that stranger was looking at him, but Sojin did, and of course the smile on her face vanished, but she didn’t say anything right away, and since he was looking at the paper in his hands he didn’t notice it right away. 

            “This one looks good, but I don’t want the champingnon...” He comented, finally looking up at his girlfriend and seeing her serious face and that small frown on her forehead that only appeared when something was wrong. “What’s wrong?” Jerome asked, but it was quickly replied with a ‘nothing’ and followed by a smile on her face that only he knew it was forced. Sojin then told the waitress their order and sighed in relief when she walked away. “Hey, can you tell me what’s wrong now?” Asking her once again, he now looked at her firmly, head slightly tilted while waiting for an answer. 

           “I just... I didn’t like the way she was looking at you.” Sojin said under her breath, causing his eyes to go wide open and he quickly looked back at the waitress that was there a few seconds ago, frowning a little in confusion and then looking back at the female in front of him. “Was she looking at me?” He asked, receiving a nod in response. He didn’t even notice that.  

                                                        “You belong to me.” 

            The words has him going silent, eyes locked with hers, and this time he could feel how firmly she was holding his gaze. Sojin was being serious, and well, he wouldn’t lie if he said he liked that. A smile curled the corner of his lips and his hand ran across the table to hold hers, bringing it up for him to press a kiss on the back of it, and then he nodded. Of course he belongs to her. Sojin was all he ever wanted and needed, his eyes couldn’t even see anyone else. 

              “I belong to you. I am all yours, my princess. I love you the most in this world and I only have eyes for you. Forget everyone else, it’s just you and me. And that waitress? I didn’t even see her, when I am with you nothing else matters to me! So don’t worry about it, I will only love you. Forever.”

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jinrome.

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     Who asks the other on dates:   Jerome does, he is the romantic type guy that always want to take Sojin in dates, even if it’s pretty simple like going out and having ice cream.      Who is the bigger cuddler:  Both. They like cuddling a lot, like two teddy bears.      Who initiates holding hands more often:  Both Sojin and Jerome, it really depends on who takes the chance first. They like holding hands even when they walk around the house.      Who remembers anniversaries:  Both!!       Who is more possessive:  Jerome shows it more, but Sojin is also possessive.       Who gets more jealous:  I believe both, but they never got to show it since they don’t meet other people that often or give people the chance to make each other jealous.       Who is more protective:  Both in their own way, again. Sojin doesn’t show it physically, but she does that psychologically. Jerome can show in both ways.      Who is more likely to cheat:  None. Never. It won’t ever happen.      Who initiates sexy times the most:  It depends on the mood, but both could do that depending on how needy of kisses and hugs they are.      Who dislikes PDA the most:  None, they don’t mind it.      Who kills the spider:  Jerome does, but he does it when Sojin is not seeing it.      Who asks the the other to marry them:  Jerome would do that in a special way and special day. It is something both of them dream with and he wants it to be perfect and unforgottable.      Who buys the other flowers or gifts:  Jerome does even though Sojin says he doesn’t need to, but still he does because he likes surprising her.      Who would bring up possibly having kids:  I don’t remember who mentioned that first, but they now talk about their plans naturally. They want to have their little sheep and they will give them a lot of love.      Who is more nervous to meet the parents: Jerome, of course. He’ll feel desperate when the time comes because he’s still really insecure and has a thing when talking to parents of the people who’s close to him.       Who sleeps on the couch when the other is angry:  They never get angry at each other so it won’t ever happen. If one is sleeping on the couch, the other probably will be sleeping with them too.      Who tries to make up first after arguments: They don’t argue, they’re actually understand and respect each other so much they never got close to argue.       Who tells the other they love them more often:  They do that in a daily dose. At any and random time during day and every single night before they fall asleep in each other’s arms. They really don’t mind showing affection towards each other.

[woozixcvi]

“I’ve got some bandages, wait a sec.”

Jihoon had been working on a rather difficult choreographythe last few days, which resulted in him getting minor cuts on hisknees and legs.“I’vegot some bandages, wait a sec.”he felt slightly guilty for making one of his best friends worriedover something so little. “ah no it’s fine noona, they’re not thatbad I don’t need any bandages really” he reassured her by givingher one of his best smiles. “no need to worry about it ok? They’llheal soon anyways”

[hwgtffy-blog]

"Tiffany, how are you doing?"

  She was confused as first, wondering why someone would be calling out her name. She wasn’t so sure if anyone else other than herself knew her name, except the voice who called out seemed familiar to her.

  Finally turning around in place of the road, her eyes darted out in front of her, trying her hardest to spot anyone who waved at her for her attention or at least call out again. The voice came from a much older woman who had been around for such a long time, a friend who she loved dearly and held close to her heart.

  “Sojin!” A bright smile spread out onto her face, immediately throwing her hands up into the air, waving the woman over to where she stood.

[hunzu-blog1]

[text]:Don't even start.

[ sms → sojin ] I haven’t.

[ sms → sojin ] could you at least give me the chance to explain?

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Wanderer ( Sehun / Sojin )

For youian

It’s winter, harsh with breath that scars pink cheeks dusted with frost. It’s winter, and around this time of year would have been her 105th. Her being Great Grandma Oh, the glue of the family and an avid story teller. She was the one who had planted Sehun’s seeds of imagination. Tales of tigers battling for control of the mountains, stories of princes who fell to their foolish desires. He knew them all by heart; and when she passed, well, let’s say that algebraic formulas were the last thing he could remember

Her tombstone was small, just peeking from above the clumps of powdery white. The flowers he had placed last month were now withered and dry. His mother had always told him, Don’t leave anything that will wither. It’s bad luck. But of course, he ignored her words and still diligently left small daisies. Those were her favorite after all. 

It’s still early in the day and most likely due to the weather, Sehun doesn’t see anyone around. He’s thankful for the peace he has, and as he’s kneeling over her resting place he closes his eyes and murmurs a few words of remembrance. At first he found himself with a tear or two threatening to fall, but since then he’d understood that she was truly in a better place. There was no need to worry. 

Then he hears it, a crunch. His head snaps up and immediately scans the perimeter nearby. He hopes that the fans haven’t followed him out here, had they any respect. However, to his left he catches a glimpse of a young female who also seems to be hovering over one of the graves. Long, raven hair drapes over her shoulders and her delicate features pop against the snow. 

Perhaps it’s his gaze that holds on for a bit too long that causes her to turn in his direction. At that moment Sehun tries to glance away, but it’s no use. He’s been spotted. For awhile, a silence lingers between them, offering no help at all. Sehun eases himself back onto his feet, not breaking eye contact with the seemingly calm female. 

“May I help you?” 

Sehun jumps a little when he hears her speak. Their voice is hushed, yet audible enough so that he can hear.

“I, erm. Are you visiting someone too?”

[hunzu-blog1]

“It’s too cold for you here.”

“It’s too cold for me anywhere, unfortunately.” 

In somewhat of a irritable mood, he further buries his nose into the wool scarf thickly wound around his neck. His nose is tinted a subtle pink from the breath of the wind, and his hands are tucked snug into the pockets of his long coat. “How can you even walk around with just a jacket? You must be a snowman of some sort, I feel like dying out here.” There’s a shushed huff from behind the scarf as he hears the woman beside him simply laugh in amusement. 

The powder beneath their feet begins to build on the soles of their shoes, that once evident crunch of winter no longer evident on the pave. Gray overwhelms the clouds and everything seems almost dull in a way, despite the bold presence of winter. There are no children on the swing sets, and the street vendors have all hidden their items behind a small curtain with only puffs of smoke to mark as to where they are. Perhaps the atmosphere had decided to shut its own doors too. 

“But, thanks for walking with me,” Sehun mumbles, “Being all shut up in my dorm was beginning to tire me out.”