i tremble

ᴛʜᴇʏ'ʀᴇ ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴇᴀᴛ ᴍᴇ ᴀ ʟ ɪ ᴠ ᴇ ❜ kim taehyung | 19 | teleportation

[vrtaehyung]

replies tonight when i get off work!!

[sooyoungster-bz-deactivated2015]

despite the awkward tension, a small giggle bubbles from pink lips in a less-forced manner than before. going twenty four hours with not a wink of sleep is quite detrimental to your health and attitude, but there is no evidence of yerim doing exactly that through how she’s currently acting. only the dark bags under her eyes is proof she didn’t get much sleep.

the blush remains on her cheeks, and most likely won’t leave until she stops talking to the male. and at this rate she didn’t want to stop. it’s been much too long since she’s felt this fluttery feeling in her chest.

“i wish.”

she tucks a lock of golden hair behind her ear, tilting her head towards the hallway.

“here, i’ll show you.”

so she turns swiftly and walks to her room, hoping the other was interested in her enough to follow.

[vrtaehyung]

“shh.” 

impulsively, his hand lifts, tapping his finger lightly against pretty plush lips of the other as his lips twitch into a teasing grin; unable to let the chance slip by when it’s presented before him.

“don’t let them hear you--a mutant with a taste for breaking the law probably won’t set right with these people.”

truthfully, the sour underlining of his tone isn’t easily picked up (and taehyung would rather prefer it that way) in comparison to the amount of humor that he allowed to slip past. although in all seriousness, had it not been for the bracelet attached firmly around his ankle like some sort of ticking time bomb--like he was some sort of bomb waiting to go off--he would have enjoyed this supposed new home a far better.

but alas, one can’t have everything.

“huh?”

blinking, the boy stands confused for a good second or two before moving after her, curiosity taking reins as he trails behind the petite girl, scratching the back of his neck absently as he speaks, tone split between curiosity and wariness. 

“what are you showing me, exactly?” 

[vrguiren-deactivated20160125]

“ a toaster… isn’t that for bread? ”

          and now he’s going to proceed to cast a confused stare at the other because the last time he remembered hearing about a toaster from a book he was sure it had been synonymous with kitchen and not the living room. let alone being in the hands of the boy before him. or maybe this one had some other thing in mind? that could make sense -maybe.

“ we don’t have a toaster it’s more like a…”

          glancing around the room he tries to look for something to associate what they have. finding nothing he turns back and starts making a cube outline with his hand. temptation calls for him to use his ability but he’s not quite ready to let the other see the resulting mess.

“it’s just a box? maybe like what you guys call a microwave…and we just tell it what we want and we get it. simple.”

[vrtaehyung]

“uh... yes. among other things, waffles, eggo...s? definitely not for forks--i mean, unless you have a death wish...haha, that’s not funny i’m so sorry.”

         by now, he’s cringing at his own string of ramble--near stammering--out of sheer sheepish embarrassment at being caught in public with the chunky electronic that was so obviously out of place. just like he was. and with this increasingly depressing conversation with a man, too built in comparison to the boy’s own build, he’s only sticking out further as a sore thumb in a room of others.

“a b-box? that summons food? really?”

         just like that, sheepishness is quick to give way to something akin to astonishment, eyes wide as saucers as he regards the male fully once again. had he been out of touch with the technological world for that long? surely he would have heard something by now if there had truly been development of something like that.

        or maybe the male is just lying -- it wouldn’t be the first time, many a people lie to the likes of soft hearted, doe eyed boys like kim taehyung; who wore his heart on his sleeves no matter how many lessons he’d learned to not.

“wait, who is “we”?” 

[sooyoungster-bz-deactivated2015]

she tugs at the end of her blond locks, strands of gold swirling around pale digits. it was a habit, triggered by some unknown thing no one could put a finger on; not even yerim herself. but she was too out of it to really know what she was doing – a very risky state of mind to be in.

but that definitely did not stop the crimson red from flowing into ivory pale cheeks. her heart was beating faster than before. 

“oh, i – thank you.”

the terrible migraine before was only becoming mere remnants of last night’s all-nighter. now yerim was too engrossed in her attempt to come off normal, cool. not at all affected by the simple words uttered by the male before her.

her hand reaches on instinct, grasping the male’s forearm gently. “oh, no, you’re totally fine!!” she insists, and soon enough chocolate brown hues travel down to her soft hold on the other.

so much for keeping her cool.

she quickly pulls her hand away. “i’m fine.“ awkward chuckle. “just a bit tired.”

[vrtaehyung]

the slightest bit of humor fills him then, tied with a growing sense of pride over the pretty flush tinting the girl’s cheeks--he hasn’t been able to draw that kind of response out of the opposite gender in a while now.

luckily, he’s much too enthralled by the pretty pink dusting her cheeks to focus on the fading lump of embarrassment that surfaced at his own expense. h’s never been one to be able to deliver a compliment without having it embarrass himself or, perhaps, not when he’s over thinking everything. 

the sudden movement of the other catches him off guard momentarily, wide eyes lowering to dainty fingers wrapped around his forearm as his pulse jumps.

“i--uh--” he blinks a few times when she does pull away, fixing his gaze onto hers as a smile graces his features, taking comfort in her reassurance of his presence at least.

“that’s good to hear--why are you so tired though?” 

his head tilts, unable to stop the small tease that slips out.

“did you spend the night moonlighting as a cat burglar?”

[vrtaehyung]

( hani. ); 

◜ ┅━ › My lashes flutter seeing a sudden figure of a man appear in front of me after exiting the bathroom. Naturally, I felt flustered in my position between the door and him but I simply replied with a playful tone on the tip of my tongue.             » — ❛ Uh.. This is the outside of the Women’s bathroom, as the sign says.                           Are you planning to go in? Heads up, some stalls ran out of paper–                           …and you probably don’t want to shake my hand after hearing that, huh?

        ••• » It’s hard not to look too confused, after all I haven’t had a single clue as to where I teleported in the first place. Thankfully, emotion placed upon emotion was able to mask the bit of flutter in the organ placed within my ribcage at the sheer proximity between the two of us. 

                     Who knew just a simple sneeze would do me d i r t y like this?

         ‘ Oh...I meant where this building is specifically. ’ I reply, lamely, if you will, eyes still fixed on the woman before me. Logically, I know I should step away, but maybe I’m just too transfixed by both this sudden twist of events and the striking woman before me.

[sooyoungster-bz-deactivated2015]

taehyung. a nice name for a nice boy, she thought. she takes no notice of his uneasiness, and even if she did she wouldn’t go prodding. it makes sense: feeling a bit anxious and on edge at someplace like s.h.i.e.l.d. headquarters. not even a week and yerim was having all nighters.

she recoils just the tiniest bit at the slight raise of his voice. no, of course he didn’t do it on purpose or in a negative way, but her migraine was worsening and so was her well-being.

but yerim’s always been superb at false appearances.

“nice to meet you, taehyung.” she tries her hardest to smile, not grimace. “i’m yerim.”

[vrtaehyung]

undoubtedly, it had been hard to tear his eyes away from the smaller -- the sole reason as to why he had been so hyper aware of every shift in the female’s body language; that recoil, including, didn’t slip past him.

did he frighten her?

he hoped not.

“yerim? it’s pretty! it--matches you.” he stumbles over his words ever so slightly, admittedly not of the “smooth” population when it came to even delivering compliments. at least, not when he’s wholly preoccupied with something else.

like worrying about an absolute stranger.

“are you sure you’re alright? am i keeping you from something? because i can go--”

[vrtaehyung]

im so slow bc i have to icon hunt sobs sorry

[sooyoungster-bz-deactivated2015]

by now it should be common knowledge to yerim that staying up into the wee hours of the night on her computer doing god-knows-what is not a smart choice whatsoever, but that didn’t stop her.

it takes a moment for her set of brown hues to meet the others. the blonde was too busy trying to get her vision back– green digits and letters tore at the corners of her vision and the onset of a killer migraine took its toll on exposed temples.

it takes twice as long to smile back.

“i’m okay,” she reassures him, child-sized fists rubbing at half-lidded hues.

there’s a cute boy before her, grinning and asking if she was fine after she stepped on his foot. it’s disappointing, knowing yerim’s much too exhausted to even realize such a miracle.

[vrtaehyung]

“oh.”

relief washes over him among the waves of emotions hitting at the time as kim taehyung had always been a child who both thought and felt too much. but perhaps it’s way he’s been conditioned to think for the past few months straight; people are never really kind to a dirty street rat.

just because s.h.i.e.l.d gave him a bath and a roof doesn’t make him any different from before.

“that’s good!” his eyes waver from her face, taking in every bit of detail of the petite female offered before him as his feet shuffles against the floor, hand lifting to rub against his jaw almost nervously.

after all, there are social cues at hand that needed to be picked up before one misses the chance.

“i’m taehyung,” he starts once again, eyes settling on dainty features as the curve of chapped lips grows a bit more, friendly with every action. “what’s your name?”

[vrtaehyung]

( vryerim. );

exhaustion kissed at her eyes, dark circles quite prominent on her porcelain skin. yerim’s voice came out softly, but still full of untouched youth.

“oh, sorry!! my bad.”

toes wiggling at the lifted pressure, a frown is evident on youthful features as brown orbs lower to the tattered sneakers of which kim taehyung owned for about the last three years, face hot with poverty. 

“it’s okay--”

--to stand in a situation with a pretty girl where his penury is highlighted?

it’s really not.

“it’s not like you crushed any bones.”

at that he manages a teasing grin, bright eyes meeting weary ones.

“are you okay? you don’t look too--i mean--” he stammers, skin flushing as he grows a bit flustered--how does one touch base on this topic without offending the opposite gender? had this been something a solid father figure taught him, maybe he wouldn’t be sinking this rapidly.

“uh--”

oh crap, what can he say now?

[vrguiren-deactivated20160125]

“ what’s that thing you’re using? it looks so different from the ones we have. ”

          and a bit on the plain and junky side of things too compared to what is laid out back home, but the boy’s not here to pick an argument with a human nor pick any other fight. small talk - he only wishes to meet someone else in as polite of a manner as possible. it would do some good to understand how earth ran, especially since he would be lingering around for a bit.

[vrtaehyung]

“it....it’s a toaster.”

         it sounds dumb even as it’s leaving his mouth, leaving the mutant cringing shortly after as his thumb flicks over the metal contraption in his hands, curious eyes peering him over. maybe he shouldn’t have followed his traitorous stomach and slipped a toaster out of the kitchen--but what can he do now with the male’s attention fixated on him?

        he can imagine it running through the other’s head already: kim taehyung, the absolute fool hugging a toaster plugged into a wall.

oh wait.

he doesn’t know his name--there’s salvation for his reputation after all!

thank the gods.

“...what are the ones you have?”

[vrtaehyung]

[ ∞ ] — heyo i am rly excite to be here i could scream! idk if anyone is on atm but please plot w me & tae—i promise  you taetae isn’t too much to handle... sorta... oh! also pls like if you’d like a  sentence starter (etc) from him! tyvm! also look at him he’s so cute hufhfsd