*・°☆ angels die.

it's TOO c o l d outside For angels to fly

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wyelijah‌:

       “I think I might have a bit of height on you.” The male teased, raising a brow. It was always a fun time around Sunny it seemed, a constant teasing match. Though he had heard some - not so glorious things about the younger he tossed all aside and befriended him. After all - he had to figure out who the male was himself and he rather enjoyed sunny’s company. “Lacking motivation huh?” he hummed, a hand running through his hair. He stood up quickly moving towards his music room - which was one of the spare rooms. On the desk was a collection of CDs - songs he had wrote but never released to anyone as he was waiting for the right person to sing them. It only too him moments to return with 4 CDs full of several songs. “Here.” Elijah held out the bundle to his friend, simple playing on his lips. “This is what I’ve been upto, making music and dealing with the less forgiving artist in the industry. You know the normal grind.” A small chuckle follows, as he proceeds to sit next to the male. “if you want to hear anything. I can play it for you. Maybe that would get your singer juices rolling?”

“if i bust your kneecaps then i’ll be taller than you. you won’t be able to call me shorty any more,” he threatened lightly, all in good taste though. he wouldn’t dare bust the other’s kneecaps but he didn’t need to know that. a soft smile etched on his face as he looked at the CDs, he knew that he could always count on elijah when it came to music. he was tremendously talented and sunny appreciated him. 

“you seriously don’t relax, do you,” he asked, looking up at him before selecting a CD and handing it of to him. “play this one for me, seems cool...thank you...by the way.”

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wygaram‌:

Her eyes widen, every bit of discomfort growing into a supernova of awkwardness. She wipes clammy palms on her jeans. 

The air between them was thick, she hadn’t intended to be of trouble to anyone, but it’s all she had done since waking up. A wave of anxiety crashes into her and she had just banished the tears with her palms before the spring back up.

“I’m sorry,” She apologizes, “I can go, I didn’t mean to intrude…I didn’t know there was someone here.” She hesitates to leave.

Waiting for another taxi there in front of the complex, standing in front of that towering monster, so many memories that keep threatening her. She doesn’t want to move, she doesn’t want to get back out. She just wants to go as far from there as possible.

For a moment, desperation defeats common sense or fear of being rude and she licks her lips and casts her eyes down away from him, “I won’t even make a sound, I’ll get out down the block, just let me stay, just for a second.”

sunny let out a long groan, head slamming against the window with a roll of his eyes. this is why he never takes a cab, preferring to use his driver to take him any place he needs to go. but this girl looked nervous and even though the bitch in him was telling him to just kick her out, he could sense that there was something else bothering her other than the fact that she accidentally slipped into his cab. 

“ugh, fine. we’re going to drive you down the street and then drop you of, clear?”

it wasn’t a question, more of a statement because he wasn’t going to be sitting in a car with a stranger. especially one that looked as nervous as her.

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asdfasdfasdfasf SPOOKS || sunny & yohan drabble

THE DARKNESS IS OH SO TERRIFYING.

we are not living we are dying.

sunny walks up to yohan with a toad in hand

“this is a toad. he is your son.”

sunny proceeds to eat the toad.

“now he is in my belly.”

sunny yeets yohan across the nature.

“WE ALL DIE.”

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spooky boys || jaeho & sunny drabble

ahhhh spoooky night. ahhh storms. ah DARKNESS!

sunny walks up to jaeho.

gives him the succy succ

little did he know.

sunny sucked the life out of him.

now he’s a fragile corpse. 

rip rop in pieces. 

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the spooks continue || sunny & minah drabble

more storm. more night. much darkness.

sunny throws his arm around minah

promising her a good time.

little did she know he was walking her to the edge of the world.

and yeeted her off like it was a minecraft platform.

the end.

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spooky night...continued || sunny & deryl drabble

the dark and stormy night continues...because it is the night...and it has only been five seconds.

sunny walks up to deryl.

baby in hand.

and utters two of the most terrifying words ever.

“it’s yours.” 

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the same spooky night || sunny & eunji drabble

it was still a dark and stormy night.

sunny walks up to eunji.

“i’m pregnant”

he says

“jin is the father.”

“we’re having eight kids.”

“deal with it.”

he yeets her as well.

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a spooky night || serah & sunny drabble

it was a dark and stormy night.

serah and sunny were at starbucks.

sunny takes two venti frappes and dumps it over serah’s head and dropkicks her into another universe.

yeets that bitch to saturn.

the end.

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wyelijah‌:

      Head tilts back a he takes a sip of his drink - water of course. He sat comfortably a soft chair in his apartment, the one he usually fell asleep in, waiting for his friend to show up. They were going to hang out and relax while going over a few musical things for their next release. It had also been awhile since he had seen ( @wysunhee ). The pair had met during a musical project some months ago and Elijah had taken a liking to him. Though many had told him he wasn’t the nicest - the elder male did not see it. Dark hues began to close as he started to relax further into the chair, well that was until he heard the knocking at the door. Normally people would jump at the sound, but not Eli - he slowly moved his way to the standing position. “Coming.” He spoke in a tired voice - the constant state of one Elijah Woo. It took what seemed like minutes for him to open the door, an hand come up to rub at his tired eyes. “Hey short-stack.” A chuckle followed at the nickname, as he knew his own height was not much more than the others.

     “Come on in.”  A smile grew on his face as he opened the door all the way for his friend, “I have some snacks and stuff pre-made if you’re hungry, but if you’re feeling like going out we can do that too. Preferably somewhere with coffee.” Voice was teasing as he spoke to his friend, shutting the door once Sunhee was fully within his home. “What have you been up to anyways - I haven’t seen you in awhile”

sunny walked after the other, arms crossed with an eye roll. “you’re literally the same height, but go off.” immediately walking to the nearest seat and plopping down, legs crossed. he looked at the other a soft smile and shrug on his shoulders, brown eyes staring back at him.

“eh, i’ve been here and there, just living my life. mostly at club mute. planning on getting back to my music soon but just, lacking motivation i guess.”

sunny glanced at the kitchen, clicking his tongue with a sigh. he wasn’t feeling particularly hungry and doubted elijah would have anything that suited his taste so he politely declined. “what have you been up to?”

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KIM SUNHEE as REGINA GEORGE

I’m miss sugar pink liquor, liquor lips. Hit me with your sweet love, steal me with a kiss. I’m miss sugar pink liquor, liquor lips. I’m gonna be your bubblegum bitch.

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wyhaeun‌:

☽ :    › Ah, it’ll be like that. Personal questions that creep and crawl, under a fitted guise of small talk and cordiality. In many ways this is why she never spent time above the underground › in the presence of affable people who don’t cause a repeating double-take, hooded glance as if afraid she would steal their wallet or their husband.

        'I’m a personal trainer, at Star Kali gym. If you need a trainer, I’m your girl,’ she tilts her head to appraise him, digressing from his enthralling smile with a beeline down his body. It’s hard to tell during the eventide as it was, with all of his clothes very obviously firmly in place, a cover to shield the details from her, but he seems fit. There’s a certain broadness to his chest that could be strength. She renounces, there’s no way to tell, he could be scrawny, skin and bones beneath those clothes. ‘You seem like you keep in shape,’ she gambles, 'I just lost a client recently,’ a particular man she’d only trained with intention to snuff his life out with her hands › succeeded to, at least, he won’t be a problem any longer. 'I have a lot of free time on my calendar.’

his bodyguards walked tightly behind him, despite sunhee telling them to do the complete opposite. but he would only complain once he slipped from the woman’s presence. there was something of about the girl. something hidden. and sure, sunny effectively hid the fine details of his body under smooth silk. retaining the element of surprise to whoever thought that they could take advantage of his innocent eyes.

and it was so hard to smile. a strained lip that he would only wear when there was a flash of a camera in his face. “i train everyday. i have an in-home gym so your assistance won’t be needed. thanks for the offer, though.”

[wygaram]

Open.

She can’t help but feel like she’s running late, unshakable sensation that something’s wrong, always wrong. Her sweatpants are too long, they drag the ground past her shoes and she wonders if she’d grabbed some that belonged to someone else. Her husband? She doesn’t even remember what he looks like, if it weren’t for the pictures of them framed in their large, cold apartment and on his desk at work, she wouldn’t have believed it at all. When she woke up her finger was lacking a wedding band, it was on a necklace around her neck instead. 

Was she that kind of woman? The type not to wear her ring proudly, all along? Her hand waves down the cab, chills down the spine; she needs to get away from here. Her apartment building is stifling. The moment she spots a taxi she scrambles to it, opening the door and falling in. Slams the door behind herself and clutches her chest. Why is she afraid of a building? Why? She feels foolish, like a child and frustrated tears prickle her eyes for a moment before she realizes she isn’t alone.

A look to her left she realizes that someone else had hailed the same cab, sitting in the seat next to hers looking her direction. Was she first or were they? She doesn’t have a clue…

“I’m…” She goes rigid, “I’m sorry, I didn’t notice you.” A weak apology but she doesn’t move to leave.

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kim sunhee, contrary to popular belief, preferred to walk. the sun burning against his skin as he put one foot in front of the other. but this morning, and of course it was this morning, that he had woken up late. with a hangover of all things. a photoshoot, one of the few that he knew he couldn’t miss. 

shuffling through his clothes, he finally found something he deemed acceptable to wear. opting to save time and leave his house barefaced, rings piled on his fingers as he barreled downstairs. and he thought maybe, just maybe, he’d have enough time to walk. however, half way down the street he realized that his hair was disheveled, his feet were sore and that he was going to be late.

hailing down a cab, he waited impatiently as it pulled up to the curbside. what he didn’t expect was for someone else to slip in right beside him. 

“uh...yeah, so you can leave now.”

[wynamki]

                  he  could  always  tell  when  they  were  new.  maybe  it  was  just  his  own  weird  superpower or  maybe  it  was  just  because  they  all  seemed to  give  off  the  same  vibe  whenever they  stepped  into  his  club.  leaning  against the  bar,  his  gaze  wandered around  a  bit  more,  enjoying the  sight  of  a  full  club  –  the  pride  of  any  club  owner. the  music  was  particularly  good  this  evening, the  new  dj  he  had  hired  was  already  more  than  pulling his  weight  as  he  weaved the  music  into  an  infectious string  of  beats  that  kept  most  people pumped  and  on  the  dance  floor.  

                   before  he  knew  it,  his  eyes  were  landing once  again  on  the  newcomer that  he’d  spotted a  few  moments again,  the  slightest of  smiles  spreading onto  his  lips  as  he  waited  to  see  if  the  other  would  notice his  gaze;  a  hand  lifting to  motion  them  over  and  shoo  away  a  few  lingering  people to  make  space  at  the  edge  of  the  bar,  hoping  to  make  it  clear  that  he’d  like  them  to  come  over  towards  him.  ( — open! )

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there was always something about sunny. whether that be the innocence that glazed his profile. with a glint of mischief in the corner of his eyes if you looked close enough. something about him always made him seem like a lost sheep in the midst of raging bulls. made him seem so out of place.

he felt eyes on him, though that much was natural. though these eyes were steadily trained on him in a manner that he couldn’t simply ignore. out of the corner of his eyes, he saw the owner. an unfamiliar fellow which wasn’t uncommon in a club of this caliber. no matter how many times he came, he always seemed to be pushing his body against someone new. 

at the beckoning of his hands, sunny had a decision to make. either to turn his head and ignore him, or to give in and approach. any other day, he probably would just walk away. deciding not to even waste his time. but something told him to walk over. to push himself off of he bar table and walk over to him.

“can i help you?”

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@wydebby

it wasn’t unusual for sunny to see the flash of a camera in his peripherals. usually it was welcomed, the one thing he loved more than anything was being the center of attention. however there were small moments, private ones that he kept to himself where he wished to be alone. where he pondered and reflected on his life. where he was before, and where he was now. silk shirt clinging loosely to his body as it brushed his bare chest in the wind. 

siting down in a bed of flowers, sunny had his notebook out. ink pen bleeding into its pages, opting not to use a pencil because there were no mistakes in his art. especially not the developing process. tapping the pads of his fingers lightly against his knees, he played a familiar melody in his head. running over the chords in soft hums that dissipated into the air into low whistles.

that’s when he noticed it, a soft flicker of light. a glint that would usually go unnoticed to an untrained eye. but sunny wasn’t an amature and knew to always be on his toes even when he was relaxing. tilting his head slightly to the side, he caught sight of the owner of that soft flutter. any other day, it would result in a few harsh words and a deathly glare. but sunny couldn’t even bring a scowl to his delicate features, so utterly at peace with the rustling of trees in the wind. 

he collected his notebook, holding it to his chest and walking directly up to the owner. a lack of malice in his words as he spoke. “hey, can i help you?”

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wykj‌:

          Nothing but a scoff manages to leave him as the other spoke, brows raise at the comment. unfathomable to his own thoughts, laughter only inches away from his throat as he submerges it beneath the drink he shot down his buds. his gaze moves to meet with the other, a smirk tugs on his corners. ❝ order away. ❞ a hand raises to gesture at the bar, indicating the other’s freedom in ordering whatever he wanted. 

the arrogance that radiated from the other made jin’s smirk only growing, it was rare to find someone with such confidence as to approach him directly. he mostly found people running away at the sound of his name, syllables that echo only to bestow upon the hearer with great misfortune. perhaps he was a curse, it was hard to determined. as the order was taken he tilts his head, gaze falling back on the other, ❝ julien. and you are? ❞

sunny finally turned to look at the other, supposedly warm eyes meeting the other’s as a sly smile carved its way on his face, staring him down. not even breaking their locked eyes to order a drink. “cherry vodka,” he stated, a usual drink that would do nothing to his small figure unless he downed it in one go. there was something off about this man. features so familiar that he’s sure he’s seen them at one of the briefings he decided to sit in. though he wouldn’t let the other know that.

julien. interesting. “angel,” he started, dainty fingers used to do nothing but murderous deeds wrapping around the lips of the glass placed in front of him. taking a small sip as it stains his plump lips only to lick off the remaining flavor. “fitting, isn’t it?”

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wyhaeun‌:

☽ :    › The strands of hair she tucked drip and clump together in a corded mess, but she prays the resulting effect is the same. Truth be told, the act of civility, pleasantries and the like, circumvents her. Nothing about her life thus far had demonstrated their value, aside perhaps, from those times she temporarily harnessed them as a weapon to intentionally deceive those who’s lives she brought to a neat deadline.           At least their last moments had been staring down at a sweet face. She had done them a favor.          She smiles at the man, his personable features seemingly congenial, though his tone of voice is a train of question, each word latched with inflection that makes her lips quirk with a smile. Did he intend legitimate assistance, or was this chore? Makes no difference, but it draws a grin forth. ‘I’m, uhm, late for a work appointment,’ she can’t keep the mirth from her voice, though it might seem like a laugh at his expense━ perhaps how soaked she is might pardon her. ‘I have a client to meet.’

a feign smile etched on his face as he offered her a side of the umbrella and kept walking, portfolio tightly held against his side because the last thing he needed was for it to get wet. he was always told that he needed to be nicer to plain civilians. that his image would be ruin and thus ruining everything he had built up to. hopefully this would be enough. 

“work appointment? what do you do?”

kim sunhee couldn’t care less. he wanted to get to his next destination without having to engage in mundane small talk. if it wasn’t about money, his intentions were simply elsewhere. maybe that showed on his face, maybe it didn’t. nevertheless, he kept his award winning smile up and raised an eyebrow in question.

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sehwaxlove‌:

Sehwa looked down at her outfit, confused at his statement. It was a popular look in LA, and something she had worn often. She’d also seen many people in Korea wearing a similar look. Was it really that bad? “I don’t think it’s really….pitiful.” This guy was starting to make her mad. It was one thing to not like her clothes but to call her pitiful for wearing them left a bad taste in her mouth. 

“I felt bad about getting your clothes wet and maybe mine aren’t up to your ‘fashion standards’” she did air quotes around the latter two words, “but at least mine will be fine after encountering just a little bit of water.”

“the intention is to get your clothes wet, sweetheart. it’s to get them of but whatever helps you sleep at night. you’re surrounded with wasted talent, honestly. could’ve been a model if you didn’t drown yourself in outdated trends.” a compliment dressed in nothing but an insult. the only ounce of kindness sunny could offer in a moment like this. 

he was trapped in this rain and the least he could do was entertain himself as he tilted his head to the side. “red seems to be your color, you should capitalize on that more.”