#zihv

[gvjdxe]

☂

☂ for something my muse wants to protect.

Jongdae has very little in this world. 

No, Jongdae has so very much in this world, but it’s hidden deep within his body. Stars upon stars and planets and lifeforms rest within him, not fully dormant but just enough so to allow him to function. If Jongdae wants to protect anything at all in this form, in this vessel, it would be the things he houses within. They are all he has of the past and he needs them just as they need him.

[yonggee]

"What happened to you?"

He scoffed. What did this kid know? What did he know about the life he led? In hindsight, stumbling around the club drunk off his ass probably wasn't the best idea he had all night, but at that point, he couldn't have cared less. Pushing the boy's hand off his shoulder, he brought the bottle of whiskey to his lips, downing a relatively large amount before sloppily wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. It was late, his subconscious nagged and he drowned it out again. His squinted eyes were bloodshot as he sized the other up; taller, giving him enough reason to dislike him on the spot. "Tch, whatever," he slurred out, stumbling away towards a dark corner.

[jvnnie-blog]

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Slowly closing her eyes, a slow hum escaped from Jinri's lips. Today is a close friend's birthday and her idea of a gift was to sing a song written entirely by herself. After weeks of erasing foul notes, crossing out strange lyrics, along with adding beautiful harmonies eventually led to a finished yet perfect piece. An eager smile crept upon Jinri's lips as she practically bounced in her seat with excitement. Being unaware of hearing her door swing open, she opened her mouth slightly and began to sing. Words with passion filled the entire room while she swayed to the beat, engrossed in her own tune. A moment after she completes the song, her smile quickly faded as her eyes widened with shock. "Did you just- Did you hear-" Stumbling, Jinri extends the music sheet towards the other. "Happy Birthday!"

[lhysk-blog]

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♪ — My muse walks in on your muse singing to themselves.

It was around 7am, when their manager told Sungyeol they had a busy schedule today. Thinking it’d be nice to buy a snack before they left, he quickly made a stop at a nearby convenience store. Once he walked into the building, he heard a rather unique voice coming from the cashier counter. Deciding to ignore it, Sungyeol walked off into one of the aisles to grab a bag of chips and a bottle of water before making his way back to the front. Realizing it was a boy around his age that was singing, he quietly laughed to himself, amused that someone like him could be singing so enthusiastically at this time. “You sing pretty well.” Sungyeol complimented as he grabbed his wallet.

[kaidderall]

zihv replied to your post “What are you doing?”

"You have a problem," he finally speaks after a moment of realization as to what /those/ were even though he was sure the other male should be somewhat aware of that fact already. He shrugs, face vacant of expression. "Just a concerned nobody."

He glanced at the other as he stood up, huffing a moment before shrugging. "Can't help it." He raised a brow at your answer, pulling his hair back a bit. "A name would be nice, I'm Jongin by the way.."

[kaidderall]

"What are you doing?"

"What's it look like I'm doing?" He growled out, quickly gathering the fallen pills and small packets. "I can't lose any of these.." He stuffed the contents back into his pocket, looking over at the other. "W-Who are you anyways..?"

[sehunargent-blog]

whiskey

The night is fresh and young and Sehun is so bored he is on the verge of doing real house work and that just isn't right. A man like him should be partying and pulling idiotic stunts just for the hell of it.

A lazy hand runs through his hair as he reclines on the couch, one of his legs hanging off the edge. It keeps slowly swinging back and forth, grazing the carpet as he scrolls through the contacts on his phone. Maybe someone is free to hangout, he is sick of being alone like this and the craving for a good time is starting to itch at his skin.

Huang Zitao

Now that is a face he hasn't seen in a very long time. His tongue swipes over his bottom lip as he quickly sends him a text.

{text} Ay, Zitao. Get off your ass and come to the bars with me. You need some time off and I need a good time.

{text} I'll even pay for the first round~~

[yxnji]

— jngdaehyvn ; hasuzu ; zihv ; xxwoobin ; 

    Manicured fingers tightened the grip around the already empty delicate glass of martini as a heavy sigh escaped through her lips. Coming to a crowed bar was already overwhelming enough and it seemed that not even the entire bottle of gim could numb the fatigue that was starting to take over her frame, the insecurity and the fear of rejection were screaming behind the small giggles and shy smiles of the small group of teenage girls sitting on the opposite end of the room were starting to give the empath migraines.

    “They probably aren’t even old enough to be in a place like this.” Yoonji muttered under her breath, running one of her hands through the entire length of her chocolate colored hair as she walked towards the male that seemed to be the reason of the turmoil, high heels clicking against the cold floor as her delicate fingers tapped the other’s shoulder gently. “Hey, I’m sorry to bother you, but can you please do something about your little fan club over there?” The empath tilted her head ever so slightly to indicate the girls. “One of them might have a heart attack if you ignore them a minute longer.”