the stars align

Can you feel this life? If so, don’t give up. Let’s aim for the shining tomorrow for our dreams. Even if you’re in the last place now, if you have a dream you’re not. So never give up, don’t think too much about it. Just by looking at it you won’t archive the big show.

[wyelijah-blog]

wyminjung‌:

                  The male caught her off guard, sending her heart into a state of panic as it begun to beat rapidly–excitingly, inside her chest. For a moment, the woman forgot how to breathe and she pressed her lips together in a thin line, biting back an otherwise foolish looking grin. She was never the shy sort but the rosiness of her cheeks gave her away followed by a foreign stillness that lingered between the two of them. Even after all this time, Minjung looked to Elijah with the same set of eyes she always had–the image of them running around noisily as kids etched into the smallest crevices of her memory.

                  Being sentimental before him was never an option, not now, at least. The woman eyeballed her boyfriend, peeking at him through narrow eyes before whacking his arm playfully. It was one of the few ways she could show affection and more importantly, disguise the depths of her heart that ever so often showed through her eyes. “I’m not sick, you idiot. Do I look sick to you, huh?” Minjung retorted with a hiss. She wrinkled her face and reached over to grab his cheek, giving it a gentle tug. “First you get into a fight, then you kiss me in public. Lately, it seems like you’re asking for a death wish… why is that? I wouldn’t get too adventurous if I were you.”

                  Her voice was a bit louder than before but honeyed as she peered over at him, her lips curving upwards to form a cat-like grin across her features. It was only at the mention of otters did her mood shift to that of thrill causing the woman to perk up and reach for the skies. “Can we really see the otters?!” Minjung exclaimed. All of her teeth were on display as her smile continued to grow though only for a moment before the male managed to slice through her mood like a knife.

                  “Hey–” She left a final whack against his arm and frowned, a childish pout adorning her face as she whined with frustration. “Why do you have to be like that, huh? Seriously? You’re disgusting, Eli. What the fuck?” 

The several amounts of emotions the female threw at him was enough to send him into whiplash. A common occurrence around the highly ill-tempered female, he let out a soft laugh, a hand coming to ruffle her hair as he let her finish her words. Thought it was a lot to take in, he found it quite cute that she was so expressive - one of the reasons he found attraction in her. “Sorry for making sure my girlfriend is well taken care of.” he lets out a chuckle, arm going around her. He knew that these would be last few times he could show a large number of public displays of affection as for once he debuts in his group there would be no more of this. Then again he cared not for what others thought, though he didn’t want to ruin the group's image. “Listen, can we just drop the fight thing?” He was more than done with that subject, it was well over with. “Babe, please? I’ve been good haven’t fought anyone since and have no plans to any time soon. Well -- unless someone wants to act up again.” A cheeky smile appears on his lips as he grabs her hand and tugs her off towards the otters. “Sorry about saying the nature of your precious creatures, You just need to know who you aline yourself with.” his tone was matter-of-fact as he squeezes her hand as they moved. Dark hues watched the signs carefully as he tried to figure out where exactly they were going to find her favorite creature.

[wyjminho-blog]

[ OPEN STARTER ]

  as the colder weather began to roll in, a numbing sadness seemed to follow. it was a feeling that minho had come to know all too well in the past four years. the once bustling beach was slowly growing more empty as the people of wonyang took shelter inside from the harsh, icy winds, leaving minho feeling more alone than ever, just like the years prior.

in an attempt to avoid going home and being left to his own pathetic sadness and misery, minho found himself wondering the streets of the city with no known destination. he had figured that he should look for a part-time job to keep him going as his current occupation was on hold for the season and he always felt bad for calling his parents for money due to the unreasonable guilt of leaving them alone in the united states because he was too much of a baby to stay there after a singular traumatic event.

  digging his numbed fingers deeper into the well-padded jacket that did it’s best to keep him warm, he tilted his head down to protect it from the sudden burst of cold wind that decided to beat down on him. although this would be a fool proof way of someone watching their steps, minho quickly found himself losing his footing the slick ground, causing the leg to slip from under him followed by an audible impact of his butt meeting the ground, quickly followed by a ‘FUCK’ from minho’s chapped lips.

[wyelijah-blog]

The cold night’s air dug its way through the young producer’s jacket, chilling his bones. After being in his warm - almost hot - studio the outside was more than unwelcoming. A soft sigh falls out from his lips as he fumbles with the zipper on his jacket, tugging the hood up as he did. Normally he would just walk without one and ignore the freezing of his body but he had too much to do in terms of work and would rather not do that sick. Dark eyes watched the sidewalk as he heads towards his favorite eatery, one that his bandmate had turned him on to. Elijah rounded the corner only to see a man on the ground, piquing his curiosity.

“You good man?” He spoke softly approaching, unknowing if the man was intoxicated or had simply fallen. Approaching slowly the male held out his hand to help the other out, a normal attribute that made the producer the way he is. Even though he seems cold and distant on the outside her was a rather caring individual and often helped out no matter what. However, he was slightly more cautious as last time he dealt with someone intoxicated he got in a rather intense fight which left his body mangled and bruised. The brace on his ankle was very much a reminder of that brawl a few weeks prior. “You gotta watch out around here, the sidewalks get rather icey.” A soft chuckle fell from his lips at the statement reminded of the several times he’s almost fallen on his own bottom from walking across the streets.

[seominjungs]

Minjung’s Perspective of @wyelijah

They always say that day by day nothing changes yet when you look back, everything is different. I think, our relationship is like that too. I’ve known Elijah my whole life and nothing about him has changed and yet, here we are in our twenties and suddenly everything has changed. 

I can’t remember when I started to feel like that–when I started to look at him in a new light. It’s only been a few days since we’ve started dating and I keep trying to recollect the exact date and time but I can’t. Maybe I’ve secretly loved him the entire time but I was too naive to realize it or maybe he just tripped me and I fell. Both were highly probable.

All I know is that as I sit across from this man I have known since I was five years old, my thoughts are filled with him. And so is my heart that beats so loudly at times, I swear it’s going to fly right out of my chest.

“Seo Minjung.”

“Hm?”

“Are you listening to me?”

Our exchanges often sounded like script lines we were reciting to each other but it never got old. Instead of answering, I resorted to raising my eyebrows a bit and allowed my gaze to lock with his. It was then that he crawled across the couch and hovered over me, leaving me no room to escape as he warmly pressed his lips against my own.

I could only smile when he let up and muttered the first thing that came to mind:

“You know I love you, right?” I whispered. “I love you so much.”

[wyelijah-blog]

wyminjung‌:

Take Me With You: @wyelijah

( 9:46am, my idiot from the stars ) I’m taking the day off. ( 9:46am, my idiot from the stars ) Let’s go to the zoo.

                  To her surprise, such text messages were sent bright and early–long after she’d showered and eaten breakfast. Today was one of the days she’d opted to take off and no further plans had been made, that was until her boyfriend demanded she come out for a zoo date. Reading the messages sent a warmth over her entire body and she raised her eyebrows, staring down at her phone with a girlish grin. They’d been together nearly a month and in that time they had yet to go on an “official” date. The two of them were either working or dealing with personal affairs and that’s how it had always been. Though she could not complain as she knew well before setting her sights on Elijah that he was also promised to his job, one he was far too passionate about.

                  They’d arrived at the zoo about an hour and a half ago, the winter winds slapping against her cheek as her hair continually rested in a position of disarray. Minjung walked alongside her boyfriend in silence, occasionally pulling at his arm to drag him towards whatever animal piqued her interest. The contentment of being at his side, having him to herself seemed to be no match for the guilt that lies deep in her chest. Her entire being was rattled by anxiousness that she repeatedly tried to shrug away as she didn’t want to look suspicious. That was the thing about Elijah–he picked up on everything, even the things she kept quiet about. If she were off by even a hair, he would know and interrogate her to no end.

                  Minjung kept these thoughts in mind as they walked along and pressed her lips together in a thin line, her eyes fixated on the ground. “You know,” She started in a voice barely surpassing a whisper. “It’s weird to be coming here like this as an adult. I think the last time I visited this zoo was actually with you, Garam and my grandmother in elementary school–” 

                  She glanced over to Elijah and tilted her head a bit, “Do you remember that?”

It was that time of year, the season that Elijah got real tired due to an array of reasons mostly steaming from work. Tired eyes slowly opened due to the sound of Salem’s rustling - Saeran was probably gone. It was going to be a long day at the studio if he went - or he could just not go and actually take a day off. After all, he was caught up and actually was halfway into February's work schedule and everyone was begging him to stay home if only for a day. This prompted him to see if Min-jung were free - knowing she would be if he asked. After all who could say no to him? 

Almost an hour after the message he was standing in front of the zoo with his  ‘pleasant’ girlfriend, purchasing tickets for entry. Two hours after that he was about done with the animals. Though he was having fun, it was just strange for him not to be in the studio, it had been quite a long time since he took a day off. His eyes started to wander from animal to animal, wondering how they stayed warm in the winter weather when heard Min-jung’s voice. It was surprisingly soft, a rarity from the young female, “Yeah, I remember. We should have left you here you would have been at home with the animals.” He let out a chuckle before pressing a hand to her forehead, feeling the temperature of it. “You’re rather quiet, are you sick or just shy cause you’re here with the hottest producer in Korea?” He lets out another laugh, before leaning down to place a small peck on her cheek, only to pull back to smile at her. “No, but seriously I remember staying here with our grandparents and you would pull us all the way here to see those damn otters. You do know they swim in their own poop. Did you want to see the otters today baby?” 

[wyelijah-blog]

OPEN AU STARTER -- 

Jae, his snow-white owl,  sat perched on his arm, a soft smile playing on his lips. It was always interesting coming to Hogwarts - or as he called it Hogwash. The accent was always different and strange there. He had no problem adjusting as he grew up in America but fled to family in Japan when he was the ripe age of twelve. this was due to his father who was rather --  cantankerous to put it politely. His eyes took in the appearance of the school, the filled great hall of wizards from all over the place. “tch, how annoying” he mumbled to himself as he looked at all the people gawking over each other. Out the corner of his eye, he caught some looking his way but he ignored it. Not wanting part in his portion of the tournament. Honestly, if it wasn’t for his good friend wanting to take part he would never had come along. 

Shaking his head the male adjusted his cloak before heading towards the door to find some air out in the courtyard. As most people were gathered inside for meetings there weren’t much outside - actually he was one of the few. “Finally, right Jae?” He spoke softly to the owl, earning a low sound in reply. Jae was one of the only living creatures he full trusted and often never went without him. A rather small quirk of the 6th year Seiran. Walking along with his pet he happened to notice a figure settled in the grass rather curiously, piquing Elijah’s interest. “Aye.” He spoke in clear English - the language of the grounds. “You okay?” The blunt nature, quietly caring man walked closer leaning down next to them. “You know you’re missing things, right?”

[wyelijah-blog]

wyhoseok‌:

Sometimes Hoseok got really embarrassed about how dependent he was on both Saeran and their older brother. Though the brunet loved to pretend he was independent – he didn’t live in a tiny, shared dorm because it was fun or convenient – he did still spend a lot of time at his friends’ or his foster parents’ place. It made him feel like a liability, though he tried to convince himself it was normal to need other people around. It was just that most people had more than just one or two friends and most people weren’t as boring as he was.

The brunet had just grabbed his bag when he felt his phone vibrate in his pocket, unable to stop himself from smiling softly when he opened the text messages. Of course Elijah was insisting he dressed warmly – it was getting colder outside, though Hoseok wore his black hoodies every day of the year. Still, he complied and put on a coat on top of his usual attire, pulling his hood over his head to simulate a hat.

After double-checking his books, he exited the building, almost instantly spotting the car. A smile pulled at his lips as he jogged over and got inside. “Hyung… Ah… Thank you for picking me up.” He spoke with his usual quiet voice, forcing himself to make brief eye contact with the older male. “How was work?”

He was slowly regretting putting on the coat, as the heat in the car was a little overwhelming. Would Elijah get mad if he took it off? Hoseok briefly bit his lip. “Are– Are you cold?”

It didn’t take long for the sound of the car door opening to fill his ears - along with that soft voice he came to enjoy. Hoseok was a special friend to the male, and Elijah found great comfort in his presence. Peace almost. Darke hues opened to glance at him, a smile spreading across his features, however, you could see the tiredness in his features due to overwork at the studio. “You know its no problem ‘seok-ah. Sorry, I couldn’t pick you up sooner, work just never seems to finish. But I decided to take a break for the day, maybe I might take a small vacation too.” The male teased, it was no secret the elder enjoyed to work, so much so he often forgot to enjoy life. 

“Work is fine, just project after project you know. What about you? Studying hard I hope, you know if you need any help your hyung here might be of assistan0ce.” the statement was followed by a chuckle as he put the car into drive. His question prompted Elijah to turn down the heat letting out a small chuckle. “Ah you know me, I worry too much about you kids - so I try to make things a bit extra.”His laugh grew as he began to drive, “Ah put your seat belt on, we don’t want you hurt. Also, what would you like to eat? Anything you want. My treat.”

[wyelijah-blog]

wyminjung‌:

Oops— ( `her voice was barely a whisper as she allowed him to remove her hands from his face, stupidly forgetting that it must have been just as painful as it looked ) Baby, I’m sorry… ( `a small frown formed on her lips while her eyes were fixated on him, genuinely concerned as he looked much sadder than usual. her eyes widened ever so slightly as the back of his hand flew towards her forehead and she rolled her eyes, irritated by his sudden shift in topic and overwhelming concern ) Yah… YAH! It’s fine, I’m fine. I probably just got a case of food poisoning or something. You don’t have to get me anything, really. ( `she shrugged her shoulders and continued looking up at him as he stood, slowly closing the space between them by wrapping her arms around his middle. ) …Are you done trying to change the subject, though? Tell me.

[` his face softens at the sound of the pet name, noting that in mind as she had never spoken like that to him before. Concern washed through him as he watched her in silence, taking in her words. He knew he couldn’t stall her - I mean who could when you looked like this. A soft sigh falls from his lips as he leans into her, the pressure of his body relaxing against her presence. ] Well - [` he pauses for a moment trying to figure out what to say, either way it was going to look bad. ] I got into a fight last not, obviously. The first round I won, beat that ass to a pulp [` he chuckles darkly, wrapping his arms around her tightly, ignoring the protest his limbs gave. ] They decided to fight dirty after that and gang up on me. I still beat their ass but obviously, three people can land more hits on me than one. 

[wyelijah-blog]

What is your School, House and year? Do you have a sense of House pride?

"What are you doing?” His brow raises as he notices the interviewer, he did not have time for this, he had several tasks to complete and places to go before he traveled to that European school for the tournament. However the other seemed rather insistent. “Alright,fine.” He groans crossing his arms across his chest. “I’m Woo Elijah - Mahotokoro School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Six-year house Seiran.” his voice is rather cold as he speaks. “House pride? Well, of course, I belong to the best house on earth how can I not?”

What character traits does your muse have in relation to their House? Which are different?

“I don’t believe in stereotypes.” He says coldly, dark hues beating into the others before sighing. “Well, I’ll humor you, I say that I got a few of the qualities, some I don’t. I am rather good at finding solutions for any situation. I have never been a place where I cannot get out of.” He chuckles, shaking his head. “They say we’re fiercely protective --- that may be a bit of an understatement for me. I have been in trouble a time or two for different situations.”

What is your blood status? How do you feel about other blood statuses?

“I’m born from non-magical parents. Some might call me a ‘mudblood’ but I don’t care” He let out an annoyed sigh. “I think I’m pretty awesome, I can do things other people in my neighborhood couldn’t. Regardless of what people say I’m pretty proud of myself.” He shrugs at the second question, “Who cares - I’m not fond of all the purebloods doggin’ on me but honestly I could care less about who you are or where you came from. Just leave me alone and you’ll be fine.”

What is your wand type?

“11 inches long and made of holly with a phoenix feather core, what does it matter it works the same as yours does it?” His tone was growing in annoyance at the questions as he pulled out the wand to fash it, it was heavily used - considering he got into many instructive battles with it and others out back.

What is your pet?

“Snowy Owl, his name is Jae. He’s currently away delivering a letter to a g----- a friend. One at that Hogwash school. It's kinda nice to have friends from other schools. However, the carrier owl they have is kind of an idiot.” He chuckles, shaking his head remembering the confused bird delivering the letter to him by accident. “That might speak volumes about them, we just don’t know.”

Are you a Prefect or Head Boy/Girl?

"I’m a Prefect, chosen by headmaster himself. I don’t know why he said something about teaching me the ways of coping with anger in a different way.” He shrugs.” I don’t know what they mean but its fine.”

Do you play Quidditch? If so, what is your position?

“No, and frankly I don’t want to.” he smiles wide, happy to finally be done. “If you excuse me I must go finish my studies before leaving for the trip.”

[wyelijah-blog]

wysaeran‌:

Saeran’s head fell back again the nest of pillows, their back giving a series of creaks as it aligned. Lids fluttered shut. It must have been late. Salem was eyeing him from beneath the computer chair that still spun in the artists wake. He’d haunted the space in front of the computer monitor and tablet for a few hours, how many he wasn’t certain, but their wrist ached with the pain that screamed at minimum five hours. Lips parted as a sigh filled the room followed by a yawn. They considered calling it a night, rolling over and letting their body relax—but was it really an early night when they hadn’t slept before at least the early hours of the morning in years?

The chime of their cellphone interrupted their thoughts, a hand slapping against the device and dragging it towards them. Saeran knew that it was their brother checking in. Looking to relieve any worries that might have pricked at the youngers thoughts. At this point, Saeran had become just a tad desensitized to the sporadic comings and goings of Elijah. Though the twenty-year-old preferred punctuality and warnings, Elijah’s antics seemed… endearing. Of course, he worried. Of course, he feared that the same fate that had become of past loved ones would take their brother, but could he really communicate that? No. not at all. Not in the slightest.

[EJ] never am. Hurry home and I’ll make tea. Stop staying out so late

That was Saeran being affectionate. He knew it was a sorry excuse compared to what their brother presented, but they had been so closed off for so long that it was difficult.

Saeran wasn’t sure how long they had dozed for before they felt soft pads of paws pressing into their stomach, kneading painfully at the thin shirt. “Salem…” They mumbled, swatting carefully at the creature to convince her to take her affections elsewhere. In these waking moments, they heard the sound of the front door closing. Footsteps. Eli must be home.

Not without pause did Saeran push their small form up from the warm spot that they inhabited, gaining a light grumble from the pet as she quickly moved to pick up the place where Saeran had left off.

Their long fingers stroked through curling, matted bits of dyed green hair as they made their way into the brunt of the apartment, the other hand raising to rub against bleary eyes. “Eli?” They called, soft voice spanning the open room. “Tea… I offered tea, do you want some?” They’d yet to have spotted the other Woo but were certain he wasn’t far as their home wasn’t particularly big in size.

The male silently cursed hearing his younger brother’s voice, he had just begun to turn on the water to begin his washing in the dark apartment. A soft sigh fell past his lips as he moved to take off his bloodied shirt. “Yeah, give me just a second.” his voice came out slightly tense on the account it hurt to lift the shirt over his head. His body was very much sore - it was going to be hard in hiding that fact from his sibling. Careful hands placed the shirt in the garbage can making a mental note to take out the trash later. “Are you hungry? Did you eat dinner?” Elijah questioned from the other room, praying his brother would stay in the living room while he began to wash up. He knew he couldn’t fix everything but he could get the blood off his skin. 

Squatting down in much pain, the male quickly retrieved a small washcloth from the cabinet. “You start the tea and I’ll come cook us something. You need your nutrition” He was trying quite hard to maintain his image and keep his cool, even though all he wanted to do is crawl into bed and forget all that even happened. In his mind, he knew he shouldn’t have reacted like that. In those moments he became the person he vowed himself not to become - a violent asshole. At least he wasn’t drunk like his father usually was, the only real up he had on the man it seemed. “I’ll be out in a second I’m just washing my face.” It wasn’t much of a fib as he also had to wash the drying blood off of there too. Elijah took care to hold the towel under the warm water before applying the comforting material to his face, earning a relaxing sigh as he gently rotated the towel around his features.

It was in this moment when he felt how incredibly sore he felt and that he’d need some help with some of the injuries as he knew his foot couldn’t hold him for long. “Hey Sae?” His voice was louder this time as he called to the younger Woo. “Do you actually mind coming in here and helping me with something?” Defeat filled his vocals - after all, it took a lot for Elijah to ask for help, honestly, he couldn’t remember the last time he’d asked for assistance. “Just -- don’t freak out okay?”

[wyelijah-blog]

wyminjung‌:

I threw up at work today so my boss told me to take the rest of the day off. ( `she elicited a heavy sigh upon entering the studio and looked at him through narrow eyes. The woman had already begun to carefully set her belongings aside and made her way over to his side, her bottom resting against his desk as she folded her arms tightly across her chest ) But shouldn’t I be asking you the same thing? You didn’t reply to my text message last night and now I come here to see you looking like you fell from the top of a ten story building— ( `the woman squinted down at her boyfriend and unraveled her arms to place both her hands against his face, tilting it up to get a good luck at him. Her face was riddled with a mixture of both concern and annoyance ) So… you literally have three minutes to explain to me what the fuck happened last night and this better be good, Woo Youngjae.

[ ` he listened to her words carefully, his face falling into one of concern as fingers ran across the keyboard - honestly, he didn’t want to show his face as he was concerned to what she would say. After all, he did look like pure shit, he got his body completely rocked last night and it was impossible to hide without putting a bag on his head. ] Minjung. [` he let out a sigh, hands coming up to hold her wrists softly, pulling them away from his face, Some of the bruises located there were tender to the touch.] Why were you throwing up are you ill? [` he asked softly, trying to ignore her questions as he did not want to go into details of what happened last night. It was a low point for him, fighting, especially with his image on the line. A hand gently came up to press against her forehead to  see if her head was warm. ] Do you need to sit down ? Or some medicine, maybe drinking some water would help. I can go get you some, the break room is down the hall. [` he pushed back from the desk to get up ]

[wyelijah-blog]

A tired sigh fell passed his lips as he drove in the direction of the community college. Having just finished up a big project, the male was rather famished - after all, he had a bad habit of starving himself in the name of his work. It was quite a battle he had with himself and others - one he usually lost as people would shove food in his face and turn off his equipment just to get him to eat. However, today he left willingly to go pick up @wyhoseok , a good friend of the Woo family for several years, for a meal. The producer had quite the soft spot for the younger male, finding peace in his presence. A hat placed upon his head hid the marks from his early-week altercation at the club. He did not want the other to get too worried, so he tried to hide everything well. He arrived at the male’s school not long after leaving the studio pulling  right up close to the curb so the Hoseok could easily hop on into the car out of the cold. 

Elijah had the eat up high, honestly, it was almost enough to send him to sleep, yet he willed himself awake. Pulling out his phone from his pocket to send a message to his young friend. 

[ BROTHER 2] yah, Hoseok-ah, my real hungry, come on so we can eat and spend time together. [BROTHER 2] Hoseok-ah bring a coat, its cold [ BROTHER 2]  And a hat, please. 

Gosh, he sounded like a parent, but to him Saeran and Hoseok were the only family he really had. Well, besides his grandparents that were located in Wonyang’s borders but he did not go there too often. The male leaned his head back and closed his eyes waiting for the younger to appear.

[wyelijah-blog]

wyhaneul‌:

          The sudden invitation to gym with another person caught him slightly off guard, limbs tirelessly waver by his sides, as one lifts to run through his deep brown strands. a sigh leaving him, as a smile peers onto his corners as the other spoke. ❝ ready as ever. ❞ he nods at the other. a part of him found slight frustration in those who thought of him so highly, the youngest national athlete wasn’t as skilled as the media had covered him to be. he was just like any other kid, lucky enough to harbour some sort of talent on the court. adrenaline fuelling his veins, the cerulean maze beneath his flesh tints with sanguine excitement. finally, someone who doesn’t put him on the damn golden pedestal that he doesn’t belong on. he was a squatting, kind of guy. no chair needed. 

he moves to the court, rolling the sleeves of his jumper up to his elbows, recently he had chosen to dress more warmly, as if the cold zephyr that trickled down his spine would give him some sort of allergic reaction. ❝ i appreciate it. ❞ he smiles again, in cases like these he never fully exerted his whole potential, his coach told him not to play frivolously without supervision because if one injury, was to shackle him down… the team would be over. unless, chan carried them of course. which only ever resulted in a slight shrug of his shoulders. 

he moves to position himself at the centre of the court, ❝ you can start off. ❞ he nods, taking a few steps back.

Making his way to the center of the court he couldn’t help but bounce the ball once or twice. When he was younger Elijah was quite the player though his height stopped him as well as his interests. The male stood in front of his competitor, bouncing the ball eyes watching Haneul closely. “Before I start, I just want you to know I was instructed here.” A laugh followed, might as well come out truthful. “You know. Min-jung wants to learn a lot about you. Apparently, you and Soo-jung have something going on?” He raised a brow at this, only knowing minor details. It was quite humorous that Min-jung acted as if she disliked her sister, but yet sent him out to play 20 questions with a kid. “What is that all about?”

Elijah took this chance to surge forward ducking around the basketball star to head towards the goal. His shoes squeaked against the wooden ground they played on. Fast moving legs made quick work to close the distance between him and the goal, he decided to take a long shot as the athlete caught up from processing his question. However, his long-shot fell short, landing on the court beneath the basket, not even close to making it in. “Damn. I guess I’ve lost my touch.” A loose laugh follows his statement, turning back to the other. “So anyway, what is this I hear about you and baby seo.”

[wyelijah-blog]

What is your muse afraid of?

Fear? That doesn’t really exist in Elijah’s dictionary. He’s rather complex in the way that - he tricks himself into thinking he has no fears. However, he does, his fear lies in LOSS, he’s afraid of losing the people he cares about. He already lost them once when his father threw him out of their family home. He cannot afford to lose them again, though in his act to make sure they are secure in their surrounding, he often chokes them. Which leads to strained relationships as he’s trying so hard to make them stay. The male also has a minor fear of FLYING, if he can he will always travel by car. This stemmed from the times he flew with his family and his dad would constantly joke about the plane coming down or some horrible event would occur. To this day whenever he gets on a plane, it results in a panic attack like episode throughout the duration of the flight. Lastly, he has a fear of RODENTS, yes rodents. Honestly, Elijah doesn’t know where this fear came from, he just knew he had it when he went to Daegu and a rat found its way into their apartment. Upon seeing the dirty creature the man yelled and ran out the abode for quite a few days only coming back when it was gone. No one knows of this fear as he finds it quite shameful, but its hard to break and irrational fear. 

[wyelijah-blog]

[ ` the male sighed at his desk in his studio, honestly, everything was throbbing, including his head. he looked quite bad considering he had his shit rocked last night. he takes a sip of his water, looking over the notes he had made day previous about the current track he was working on. That was when he heard the door open - and the scent of the room changed, it was her smell. @wyminjung was here.  Damnit. The male looked down at his busted hands ] Hey Minnie [ ` he spoke, his body remained facing his work, not wanting her to freak out. Though she probably knew something was up considering the text he sent the night before and didn’t reply back to her after she questioned him. He was too preoccupied with his brother fixing him up and helping him out of his blooded attire. ]  What are you doing in ? [ ` he asked with a chuckle following as he tucked his leg under the table to avoid the detection of the brace the younger Woo made him adorn. He knew he would probably get chewed out for the lack of communication - he had sent her a few messages this morning but nothing serious as he was busy trying to fix himself up for work. ]

[darlinbangtan]

it’s a sope thing

[wyelijah-blog]

Pain surged through his ankle as he hobbled along through the streets, heading to his car which was parked at the studio some blocks away. It was obvious he was bleeding - where the male wasn’t quite sure. All he knew is that he needed to get home. It was stupid - he was trying to get better, trying to be less violent, he was turning into his father. That thought alone made his stomach churn, even though it was for Min-jung’s honor it was still not right to start bar fights. More so when you have a younger sibling to get home to. It took about ten long, painful minutes before he was seated nicely in his car, a hand comes out to glance at his phone through slightly blurred vision the bright light hurting his eyes. Blood stained his clothing, come even dried onto his phone, he was a mess. His hands hurt to grasp the device but he ignored it to craft a message to his brother.

[ LITTLE WOO ] I hope you’re sleeping, it's pretty late. 

Though he knew he wasn’t, the Woo brother’s rarely slept, they stayed awake to their own demons. However, it was always something Elijah did when he was coming home, just to alert ( @wysaeran ) in case anything happened. With shaky hand, the male started his car and headed towards home. It only took him about 15 minutes to find himself in the parking of their shared apartment. Worry filled the eldest Woo that his brother would freak at his state. There was no hiding it, so there was no need to try at this point. A dreadful groan sounded from his lips as he pushed himself out of the car and into the apartment, taking slow careful steps to make sure he did not injure himself more. That's the last thing he needed another injury with his story. The male shook his head as he approached the door, the late hour made it easier to walk up to it without getting stopped. Upon entering he glanced around the space, noting the younger Woo was in his room. Perfect. He thought as he slowly entered and made his way quietly towards the bathroom to clean up.

[wyelijah-blog]

minjung is gonna eat u alive bro

 There was that stupid voice again - he was being followed by the drunk. Hadn’t he had enough? Letting out a defeated sigh at the hoots and hollers he received he noticed the male wasn’t alone this time. However, there were two other males by his side, a challenge.  A small chuckle falls from Eli’s mouth as he crosses his arms, the blood from the first male’s face still evident on his knuckles. “You really want to do this?” His voice was cold, though he wasn’t confrontational on the regular, he always stood up when the people he cared about were being spoken ill of. In his childhood, he would often get into fights coming to both his brother’s and friends’ aid. “I would think someone looking like you would know your lesson.” That was when the crew approached, hand’s coming up to lay punches on Elijah, a few of them hit, however, it wasn’t anything he wasn’t used to.

Balled up fist came to contact with the other’s faces, and throats, Elijah dealing back every punch he received. “Why.....” he paused breathing hard as he got hit to the stomach knocking the wind out of his body. “Just leave it.” He winced in pain as one crushed his ankle another knocking his head to the ground. Most would stay on the floor at this moment, not Elijah. It as at this moment when rage blinded him, pushing him off the ground, fists flying to land critical blows to his attackers. Hands pushed the other’s back off him, watching them as he wiped the blood from his mouth, he’d most definitely have to wash up before heading home to Saeran. “Can we please be done.” his voice came out like razors, you could see the fear on of the three’s features as his own hands moved to smooth his dirtied white shirt.  In the distance police sirens sounded, coming closer at a fast speed - someone must have called the cops. “Is this something worth going to jail over.” The music producer questioned scraped brow raising. There was no response from the gang of drunk men, to which Elijah responded with a laugh before turning to walk down the street, ignoring the pain in his ankle. “Come after me again and it will be your life.”