#zcilovs

[aspcrity]

— chasers

↻ ⋆ every seashell has a story ⟪ @zcilovs | taehoon & jaeyoung ⟫

“hyung!” taehoon remembered jaeyoung from running into him and one of his siblings - miyoung - a few times on campus. taehoon had accompanied jinhoon when he wanted to study as well as having their insane training regime, twins never really separated. every time taehoon had ran into miyoung, some klutzy things happened. it was safe to say taehoon was sure miyoung hated him, and maybe by extension jaeyoung, too, but it didn’t stop taehoon from approaching the older anyways, running after him like some kind of dog. “what are you doing here, hyung? visiting your sister?” taehoon himself had just dropped off jinhoon to his class - and taehoon really wasn’t interested in all the extensive brain work. 

[yuseonguarchive]

               chiyong never wants to do his homework at the best of times. it’s not that he dislikes school, he just doesn’t understand why half of the subjects they’re forced to learn are important. he just wants to draw ( and distract hweji, but he can do that any time ). ❝ how much longer is this going to take? ❞ he asks, sprawled on the floor and using his homework as a pillow more than anything.

@zcilovs​ ♡ liked for a starter

[adoredhrt]

❛   i   thought   we   were   going   out   today.   why   are   you   in   your   pajamas   ?   ❜

@zcilovs​   ♡   for   a   one   liner   !

[werelimitless]

{ closed starter for @zcilovs​ || byun & kangjoon }

It wasn’t that he couldn’t just do it himself - but not only was he in a creative slump, but Byun was also overworked and tired. This had been a lot on the man; helping to produce for Limitless while also working on his own ever solo album? Yeah. He needed some help, for at least this part.

[ 💌 》 KJ ]: Yo, are you busy? Come to the studio. [ 💌 》 KJ ]: I need help with some design work.

Sending the messages to his friend, Byun slumped back in his chair with a huff. Free hand rubbing at tired eyes before he went back to staring blankly at the glowing screens of his computer.

[naturemonie]

♦ - Consultations

Dae was not a morning person. He never was, so the fact that he had to open his tattoo shop pretty early in the morning made him really upset, and henceforth, made him go through some cups of coffee while he ended up the designs for the day and, if he had enough time between customers, he would just draw for fun in order to enlarge his portfolio. It was in his third coffee when he took a look at the diary for the day. There were not a lot of people left in the list, but there was one name that caught his attention. “Chaeyoung...” he whispered out loud, without realizing. He knew one Chaeyoung once, but where there real chances that it would be her? He wondered. The doubt made him impatient, he was curious. ‘What if it is actually her?’ he thought, ‘a lot of time has passed. Would she recognize me?’. Or actually, would he recognize her? ‘Yes, of course I would recognize her.’ He answered to his own mind, and in that moment he realized how much he has missed her. 

[wonderlcnd]

( sc // based on // taehyun // @zcilovs​ )

     the restaurant was a place for romance. everyone tended to come to this place for their first dates, blind dates and anniversaries. he understood why this place was a pretty couple oriented cafe and restaurant. what didn’t surprise in the slightest is that he kept seeing the same people often. one person, in particular, it seemed they went on a lot of blind dates, and it never failed taehyun ended up waiting on them. seeing the other here again, he found himself walking up to the table. “another blind date?” over the time of waiting on the other, he had learned a few things about them. he was also able to joke and laugh with them before their date showed up. “hopefully, this one turns out better. i recalled you truly disliked the last date you went on.” he flashes a smile purely out of friendliness. taehyun always tended to be friendly with the costumers who came around often. “would you like to order something now, or maybe wait on your date?” 

[notwrittenanymore]

@zcilovs:

“i’m on an adventure to find food.” the female glanced over at the male, one eyebrow raised. looking for food at all times was kind of miyoungs thing. not because she didn’t get enough food throughout the day but the female was always hungry. today in particular she had woken up, stomach rumbling and the craving for something sweet. not nutella sweet but maybe ice cream sweet. “why? would you want to join me? or.. are you about to complain that i’m looking through your fridge and drawers?” 

He’s not gonna lie, that was going to be quite an adventure considering it’s his kitchen and he hasn’t restocked it for the last two weeks. She’d be lucky if she found a single edible item that didn’t go off yet. Sure, for those feeling adventurous, he had a box of chocolates from five Halloweens ago, but he didn’t dare to imagine the expiration date on those. He brought his hand up to rub his eyes. “Cool story but.. I wouldn’t recommend eating whatever you find here. For your own good, really.”

[gallaxians]

closed starter for @zcilovs !

Sometimes Red really hated this planet. It was chaotic, noisy, and gave him so many headaches, exhausting the General beyond belief. Maybe he was a little irked because he hadn’t been able to feed for a few days beyond his normal, leaving him crankier as he drudged around his apartment. It wasn’t that his neighbour was overly loud, they were still young ( in comparison to the nine hundred cycles he had lived ), and always looking to express themselves. Especially with loud music that sounded more like two garbage can lids banging together. Eventually, it has his patience wearing pretty thin. While most nights he’s able to go to sleep or shrug it off - tonight, he’s not willing to accept this childish behaviour. He echoes it with his own, the door to his apartment slamming shut as he moves across the hall. “HEY!” He starts banging on the door, fuming to himself and not realising how aggressive he could be coming off. “If you don’t stop that loud music I will pull your brain out of your nose!”

And that was a promise.