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@vindxcated
Not really feeling krp atm so I'm going to draw away from it for god knows how long.
Indefinite hiatus.
If you need me find me at my personal yes I used the same theme sue me
You can also add me on kkt (id: imactuallybeyonce)
I also have aim if you want it (I don't really go on though)
and yeah that's pretty much it.
bye.
Is everything okay?
Oh.Not really.But I'm making do, thank you for asking.
It is so god damn hard to be here
This is fucking bullshit.
channiferlopez tho
59/∞ of Exo’s Via Lactea
baekrackobama replied to your post: God damn it, now I’m needy.
you did not see me here
"Nah nah, I’m open to anything. Pop can just get a bit repetitive for me but if someone recommends a pop artist I’ll still give them a listen." He nods as he heads inside the pizza place, shrugging his jacket off his shoulders as the warmth from the heating surrounds them, leaving the brisk wind outside. He gives a wave to the older italian woman behind the counter, her husband beside her chatting with some of the locals. The woman shouts out to him in warm italian, waving and even though Kibum didn’t understand he could tell they were kind words. He didn’t think she had an evil bone in her body.
As the taller spoke Kibum stayed quiet though something clicked in the back of his mind, head lifting a little to glance at the male’s face before looking away again. He spotted an empty booth and headed over to it, sliding down into the old diner style seats, tucking a leg up underneath himself before sitting his jacket beside him on the other chair, leaving the ones across from him free for Yifan. A warm smile spread over his lips before he spoke. “Yeah yeah, I’ve heard of what was going on with you guys. I’m friends with Bomi from A-Pink, and I’ve heard Idol life can be rough. Especially rough since it seemed like….you guys were treated like prodigy.” He mused softly, running a hand through his blonde hair, now lacking a jacket his skinny form was a lot more obvious. His arms were muscles lightly from his day to day job and his body was lanky but firm. However his wrists were thinning and it was like his entire form was becoming smaller and smaller as they days went by.
"I um-" He cleared his throat, not having spoken about serious topics like this in a while and he rubbed his palms together before his gaze lifted to meet the others, nodding a little as he spoke. "I’m sorry about what happened though. It was hard, LG breaking up but it’s gotta be harder for you…." He nodded, wondering how he would feel if LG was still together, just, without him. Kibum wasn’t one to break easy not when it came to shitty situations. But that….he might not’ve been able to take that.
It warmed Yifan to see the comfortable exchange between Kibum and the foreign woman behind the counter. He flashed his own small, close-lipped smile when her attentions shifted toward his direction, accompanied by a small nod of his head, though he was quick to avert his gaze soon after, innate shyness keeping him from maintaining eye contact with anyone for too long. The ghost of his grin lingered as he slid easily into his seat, hands folding neatly on the tabletop, jacket and beanie still fixed to his person. He was surprisingly too excited about pizza to even think about taking them off.
The slow onset of some unnamed, yet completely familiar, emotion settled into the other male's features. There was no denying the steady seizing of Yifan's throat as Kibum's sympathetic notions sank in. The taller male found himself at a loss for words, still unprepared when it came to actually talking about the subject, evidenced by his hands distractedly toying with the random condiments aligned along the table's edge. "I don't think it can be compared. I mean your entire band broke up and... I left by choice. I would think breaking up would be worse. And truthfully, it's not as bad as everybody's making it out to be." He shrugged again, eyes falling downcast and smile shrinking the slightest bit. "That's funny though, because I know Chorong. Pretty close with her too. Funny how we've never met before now, don't you think?"
With a little bit of the excited light from before now returning to his eyes, Yifan lifted them to spy the menu hanging overhead, searching through the menu items for something to distract himself. He could feel the anxiety starting up again, but the slight tremble to his fingers was easily remedied by squeezing his hands into fists. He'd be willing to talk about their pasts after getting their orders in -- or at least, that's what he was telling himself. "What do you recommend that's healthy? I'm trying to watch my calorie intake." he chuckled, unfazed by his own little white lie.
God damn it, now I'm needy.
Morning sex with soft touches under the sheets and slow, hot kisses peppering jaw lines and lazy thrusts covered by whispered “I love you“‘s and small gasps
"I like a lot of the k-hiphop. Gary’s pretty good, I like hime, everyone has been recommending Beenzino to me but I don’t have any of his music yet." He nodded, scratching the back of his head before nodding at the question. "Yeah yeah, I’m the same." He agrees with a soft chuckle as he looks around, trying to spot a good place to eat, eyes settling on a gourmet pizza bar at the end of the block and he gently nudges the man at his side before gesturing down at the bar. "Want to go there? Their pizza is pretty good, I’ve ordered from there with my roommate a few times." His boots lightly scuff the ground as he drags his feet a little, fingers fiddling with little pieces of lint in his jacket pockets before looking up at the taller man when he spoke, scarred brow ever so slightly arched.
The friendly-stranger’s words left him chuckling, an honest smile tugged over his heart shaped lips and he shook his head, waving his hand as if to brush off the subject. “Nah, I uh- I used to be the guitarist for a band called Lost Gen. We got signed with some company over here, it made us famous for a little while but it didn’t last long.” He nodded with a light shrug, his face relaxed in an unfazed expression though his eyes were a little glazed over, as if he was looking ahead but not really seeing where he was walking. He lifted his hands to adjust the shoulders of his jacket and shirt a little, two small flashes of silver sneaking out of his collar and shining on his sharp collarbones, the dermal piercings looking almost delicate against his pale skin but not quite.
"I still live with our vocalist though, we were all friends since highschool and me an’ him had been friends since we were learning how to speak." Kibum didn’t know why he was talking about LG, or his ex-bandmates. He hadn’t talked about it with anyone in a long time. It’s not like talking about it was going to bring those days back, not to mention those days were never as shiny and perfect as he wished they were.
"Oh yeah? Pretty cool to know you're not a music elitist when it comes to genres. I'll be honest, I can't stand those kind of people. It's like... how can you limit yourself to one type of music when there's a genre for every mood? Personally, I think people who restrict themselves like that must be boring or somethiing." Yifan punctuated his unfiltered blabber with a casual shrug. He was slightly busied with keeping his eyes away from any person staring a little too long at his face, but music was a subject he liked talking about, because despite how mainstream and processed EXO's sound was, music was something he took to heart. With a quick glance in the direction Kibum was indicating, he faltered for a second and tried to remember when he was supposed to take his pills. "Mmm... Yeah, I think I'm in the mood for some pizza. And I'll take your word for its quality." In all honesty, the taller male hadn't really had the chance to enjoy any food with an excess of oil in awhile. He was admittedly frightened by the prospect of doing anything to further weaken the already damaged state of his heart, despite the doctor's assurance that a little chicken every now and then would do no harm. Still, if Yifan wanted to be normal, he had to at least try, right? And if he was going to be honest, the scent of freshly baked bread wafting from the pizza parlor's door was leaving him salivating. When Kibum began talking about days past, the change in expression didn't go unnoticed. It was plain to see that while Kibum held his former band in high regard, there was something about the subject that seemed to strike a few chords. Swallowing thickly, Yifan's lips tightened into a thin line as he walked into the pizza place after the other male, sympathizing with him on that aspect. "Well at least you're still good friends with your bandmate right?" A sorely bitter chuckle fell away from his lips. "...I used to be in a band too. They're still pretty famous, but I kind of left. I think you might have heard about them -- do you know about EXO?"
(` he gnaws on his lip as he waits for any kind of reaction. yifan has never been easy for zitao to read, even with narrowed eyes and desperate words — the older seemed to always have a way to keep everything secret, no matter how hard tao tried to force anything out of him. he has long since realized that, instinctively, he will trust the other in his judgement, even if it ends in something unsatisfactory for the younger. )
(` it’s more frustrating than ever, being unable to speak, because it’d all be so much simpler if he could. he can’t stop the quirk of his lips when yifan chuckles, glad to hear such a sound once again. however, the borderline wary looks that he is given afterwards force him to swallow down the lump in his throat, and he quickly takes another piece of paper to write before anything could be mistaken. )
June 4th, 2014: A plane crashes on its way to Qingdao. EXO-M’s maknae, Tao, is one of five lone survivors. Somehow, the experienced caused what therapists call selective mutism.
-it's when Tao takes on the look -- the look where he seems to be warming up after a slight bit of tension -- that Yifan realizes he'd never be able to leave the younger male behind. Not really. There is no mistaking that he takes his role of 'older brother' very seriously; Even when other people might brand some of Tao's behavioral traits as bratty, the soft spot the elder male carries for the younger will always find a way to defend him; -with bated breath, he takes the outstretched piece of paper into his hand and reads each word carefully, the weight on his shoulders pressing down with realization; ...Christ. -he swallows thickly and looks down, ashamed for the thoughts that had previously run their course; Oh God, I'm sorry -- you were on that plane? -of course, he'd heard about it, but avoiding the media and falling off the face of the planet had led him to completely overlook Tao's involvement; Are you okay?
{‘she nods her head before slowly making her way toward the free table that she saw, taking a seat. as she waits, she looks around the cafe, fingers tapping lightly against the table as she hums randomly. a soft smile creeps over her face as you come with a tray of the delicious looking sweet treats, she then nods her head in excitement at your question} I really have a high expectation on this cake. it looks really pretty, I hope it tastes as amazing as how you describe it. What if it doesn’t tho? Do I get something else? {‘she lets out a soft chuckle as she looks at you, chin propped with the back of her hand}
-he sets the tray down onto the table and quickly sets the cake before you along with a fork, expectant smile growing as he sets the glass of milk just next to it; Absolutely not! You want to know why not? Because I'm 100% sure this will be the best cake you've ever tasted -- and not just because it's the prettiest slice you've ever seen, either. -he hums and puts his own slice in front of him, then pauses and taps his fork against his lower lip thoughtfully; Though... okay. If you don't think it's the best cake you've ever tasted, then I guess can buy you a thirty-thousand won dress.
