g o n e .

   Kim Myungsoo       20 years old       Junior at SNU       Gangjeon Complex       Apt. 415                   rp account

[xmyungsnu]

Old Friends, New Times // MS & YR

[graduate-yuri-snu-blog]

As he turned around to meet her gaze, Yuri then realized she was right. It has been quite a while since two two talked, despite the friendship they shared years ago, and somehow, seeing him again felt nice. Of course, there was a slight hope that they could rekindle the friendship they had before, but she realized it wouldn’t be easy. They sure had a lot of things to catch up on each other, but she wasn’t really sure if Myungsoo wanted the same thing.

“Yes, it’s me. Thanks, you still remember me. How are you, by the way?”, she said, as she placed her trashbag down on the ground. “Well, I’ve seen you around here somewhere, but I thought you forgot about me and I was scared you’d ignore me or something”, she continued, but when she realized she has been talking too much, she looked down feeling a bit awkward before looking up at him again and waited for his reply.

[xmyungsnu]

It was odd, seeing her again. Sure, he had seen her around the school before but it had always been from far away and never lasted any more than a few seconds. He had been tempted to start a conversation with her but had been overcome with the fear that she would not recognize him.

Now she stood in front of him, meeting his gaze, returning his smile and conversing with him. It had been nearly ten years since any of that had happened between the two of them and now they were no longer children. On the inside, he felt like his nine-year-old self again and wanted to hug her and run to the playground with her. He wanted to sit on the monkey bars and share secrets with her, just as they had when they were children. But he kept his composure and replied to Yuri's questions with an insuppressible grin. 

"Really? I was afraid you wouldn't recognize me," he said, laughter bubbling in his throat. "I've been good, but I missed you." He flashed a smile at her and the conversation fell flat with an awkward silent. Coughing to slice through the silence, he dropped his gaze and rubbed at the back of his neck. "Uh, do you want to come over for tea and we can catch up a little?" He looked up at her. "I just moved in so my apartment isn't quite messy yet," he joked.

[lusitakim]

[minhyuk-snu-blog]

Curiosity Killed the Cat | Minhyuk ☆ Myungsoo

Minhyuk’s last class had long been over but the young boy didn’t bother to go home. No, of course not. He couldn’t leave for he had something planned in mind. Never in his life had he been this curious about someone before but who could blame him? Ever since he heard of Kim Myungsoo, the guy who’s known for being mysterious and emotionless, has another side that only his friends had seen, Minhyuk wanted nothing else but to see that other side. And what other side was that? The clumsy and crazier side and Minhyuk wanted to witness that. He had overheard a conversation between two girls a few days ago that Myungsoo only reveals his other side when he’s either drunk or with his friends.

Minhyuk isn’t exactly buddy-material so he went for the other idea; get the guy drunk. He had offered to buy him drinks (well, steal him drinks) but the guy just turned him down with a hint of annoyance. Minhyuk even tried manipulating him, telling him alcohol can help him get some of the stress off his shoulders but Myungsoo just wouldn’t budge. So in the end, Minhyuk did what he’s best at doing; spiking people’s drinks. It’s amazing how he managed to spike Myungsoo’s water bottle without the guy catching him but considering how he had survived on the streets, it’s no wonder where he got those skills. 

And now here he was, leaning his back against the wall beside the door as he fiddled with a candy wrapper while waiting for Myungsoo’s class to end. He heard how much the guy drinks water a lot whenever he’s stressed and that he sometimes fails to notice what he’s drinking due to being really tired… ‘or he’s just really plain stupid.’ Minhyuk thought to himself as he shook his head.

He heard the school bell rang and the boy moved away from the wall, turning around and waiting for Myungsoo to step out of the classroom.

[xmyungsnu]

It had been so obvious. Like Pinocchio's nose after a lie, or Lord Voldemort's lack of one. The bottle had smelled--no, reeked of alcohol. but he had still pressed the bottle to his lips and let the liquid burn down his throat. Not once, but twice, thrice, four-ice, too-many-times-ice, throughout-the-whole-class-ice, so-many-times-that-he-was-making-up-his-own-words-ice. 

Maybe he had been too distracted by the lecture or maybe he was just plain stupid, but he hadn't noticed that he was drinking alcohol and not water; not until his vision began to blur and the world began to spin, and by that time he no longer cared. So he continued drinking.

By the time class ended, a hopelessly drunk Myungsoo stumbled out of the classroom, nearly forgetting his backpack and slurring apologies as he bumped into other students. Judgmental stares, whispers and snickers followed him as he made his way out of the classroom, miraculously managing the task without falling flat on his face.

A familiar face met Myungsoo's when he opened the door and a smile crept onto his face. He tossed his arms around the other boy's shoulder and beamed at him as if he were an old friend. An old friend whose name he couldn't remember. An old friend that he had known for a week. An old friend who wasn't a friend at all.

[xxtaemin-snu]

Strange Meeting || Myungsoo x Taemin

For Taemin there was two types of people. The ones you wanted to be around with and the ones you wouldn’t want to be seen dead with. It was hard for him to make close friends, he only had a handful of people he could truly call close. And even those people could grow and forget about Taemin like everyone else had. He wouldn’t blame them, bonds only lasted for so long, and no one was truly bond to anyone unless it was a romantic bond, and even then. If the love wasn’t taken care of properly, feelings could die off and the couple could go their own way. 

So if one asked you, was it weird to talk to a stranger and tell him or her all of your thoughts and feelings. What you needed to spill out but couldn’t because you were afraid the person you spoke to could know the person your talking about and pass the rumor on. A stranger didn’t know who you talked about, whom it was that made you feel sick or who it was that was making you change into a different person. To him or her, the people or places you spoke of where imaginary or possibly even a story read off a book. Where the characters where made up and the situations where surreal and couldn’t really happen to people in real life. 

A tween book made to life per say.

The meetings at first had been abrupt, no real schedule or anything of the sort. The two had shared a bag of bread and a few choice words. Slowly but surely it became a habit, meet talk and part ways. No questions asked, no phone numbers exchanged. Just a few comments here and there, sometimes a word of advice but that was it for the most part. Two strangers talking about their troubles to people whom had they known otherwise would not do so. 

So Taemin sat, at the same bench. It was a Thursday afternoon, and the sun was a few hours from setting. This time the boy had brought with him a bag of left over popcorn he’d bought from a cart a few feet down. He took one for himself then threw one into the river where the ducks would all scuttle towards and fight to take. He heard the familiar crunch of leaves nearby, making him turn and politely greet the familiar stranger. “How’s your week been?”

[xmyungsnu]

They hadn't even known of each other's existence. Sure, he had seen the other in passing but he was never anyone of significance. Just another strand of grass in the field of life. But some things just happen--no precedent, no nothing--and this was one of these things.

Myungsoo had been high off euphoria from his weekly run and Taemin had looked particularly sad that day. So he had sat down next to him with the best comforting smile he could muster and asked him what was wrong. Fast forward several weeks and now it had become routine. What started off as awkward words of greeting, over time, grew into long stories and shared snacks. Taemin was still a strand of grass in Myungsoo's field, just significantly longer than the rest. 

This week, just like any other, Myungsoo found himself jogging over to the bench where the other was sitting, feeding the ducks. The two exchanged polite smiles when he sat down and the younger boy asked about his week, as he always did. Myungsoo replied with a shrug. "It's been alright," he said with a small sigh. "As boring as usual." Reaching into Taemin's bag of popcorn, he took a handful for himself without asking then turned to the younger male. "And how was yours?" He popped a few kernels of popcorn into his mouth and prepared himself to listen.

[xmyungsnu]

Nothing Better to Do // MS & JH

Usually Myungsoo didn't mind spending his weekends alone at home (actually, he preferred it) but he was in a rare mood to do something other than stay at home and procrastinate on homework. 

That was why he was walking over to Jonghun's dorm with a couple bottles of soju. He hadn't called Jonghun beforehand but Myungsoo knew he probably wouldn't mind; it wouldn't have been the first time he had shown up at Jonghun's doorstep unannounced. So he walked into Shinhan Hall, bottles of soju clinking against each other in the black plastic bag he was holding, and made his way to Jonghun's room. Stopping in front of door 137, he knocked loudly on the door.

[xmyungsnu]

[ past ] Bored in Seoul // MS & JS

Summer vacation in Korea was even more painful than school in the US. Myungsoo's soon-to-be-junior self felt suffocated being under the same roof with the rest of his family and felt as if they were all staring, waiting for him to mess up. So he preferred to stay locked up in his room and exercise his fingers by scrolling through websites and pressing keys on the keyboard, whether he was playing computer games or engaging in pointless internet arguments. But even that got tiring after a while. 

Luckily for Myungsoo, he had met someone online the other day (while arguing about the best way to make a sandwich) who lived fairly close to him. He wasn't usually one to go meet potential rapists from the internet but he was bored and the heat was getting to his head. Before he knew it, the two of them had made plans to meet at the Hongdae playground at 12. 

For the first time since the start of summer vacation, Myungsoo woke up at 11:20 to get ready. He changed into the first clean shirt he could find and random pair of pants, lazily combed through his hair with a hand and stuffed a few bills into his pocket. He walked out of the house toward the playground and only then did he realize what a terrible idea this was. He had never seen the person's face and had even forgotten his name. In fact, he didn't even remember if "he" actually was a "he." He considered ditching and turning back but the playground was already right across the street. With a sigh, he shrugged and walked across. How bad could it be?

[seongnana]

*( of silk and lace ) — myungsoo and nana

[seongnana]

At the sound of her phone vibrating in her hands, Nana jumped slightly in her spot as she was not expecting for Myungsoo to reply so quickly. Furrowing her brows at the phone in hopes that he somehow felt her fierce angry stare at him through the phone (regardless of whether it was possible or not), the blonde was about to yell at him via text until she felt a strong force grab her by the shoulders – to which Nana let out a small high pitched squeak and fell forward onto her knees on the grass. Wide eyes turned to look at her the cause of her rapidly beating heart, only to relax upon seeing that it was only the younger male that she was waiting on. “Oh my god Myungdumb,” Nana snapped playfully, one hand over her heart while the other went to hit the boy on his arm, “You can’t just go around scaring people at a time like this!” She whispered, looking around the premises to make sure they didn’t wake anyone up with their shenanigans. The last thing she would want is for the two to get caught even before they started.

Smiling at Myungsoo with excitement, Nana took a look over the Gamma house before turning back to the other, “So the plan is still the same right? You’re going to do all of the work and I’ll just just sit and hold the bag for you?” She teased the other, lightly snickering while motioning the boy to head towards the entrance with her; like she would sit this one out and let Myungsoo have all the fun. Pulling a single key out of her pocket – one of the house keys that a Gamma friend just so happened to forgetfully leave in Nana’s room – her fingers fumbled with the metal object as she stopped at the door, and ever so carefully slid it in the lock, eyes lighting up once she heard the soft click of the door opening. “Remember, you have to get all of the good panties – leave all of nasty granny panties in their drawers.” The cheerleader spoke softly to Myungsoo before her lips curled into another goofy smile before swiftly opening the door to the sorority. Granny panties were inexpensive and weren’t really meant to be shown off, and Nana wanted to grab the ones she knew they were going to pitch a fit about.

[xmyungsnu]

Nana's choice of a nickname didn't please Myungsoo and he shot her a glare. "You would think one would be nice to someone who was doing them a favor," he thought out loud, wanting poking the girl in the side as "revenge" but decided against it; he didn't sacrifice his precious sleep time to start petty fights. 

So he shrugged it off and after Nana went over the plan one last time, they were ready to go. Eyes wide open and adrenaline pumping, the two of them got up from their crouching positions behind the bushes and stealthily entered the eerily silent Gamma house. 

Once inside, Myungsoo fumbled through his pockets for his flashlight and soon, a beam of fluorescent light pierced the darkness. Motioning the blonde to follow him, he took careful steps toward the bedroom door closest to them, wincing when either one of them stepped on a creaky floorboard. After the seemingly long couple seconds it took for them to reach the door, he turned the door knob and carefully slipped into the room. 

Soft snoring noises came from the bed as he made his way across the room to the dresser. He chose a random drawer to start searching for the underwear and was lucky enough to have guessed right on the first try. Turning back to Nana for a second, his lips curved into a smile and began sifting through various pairs of underwear, picking only the best to put into Nana's bag. 

[xmyungsnu]

Familiar Face // MS & MN

[mxxna]

her foot bobbed up and down. the green-strapped heel that decorated the sole was the only thing that was stopping her from shaking the hell out of her foot out of nervousness (she definitely didn’t want to be the cause of someone screaming out because her heel had punctured their leg or something). could the train move any slower? raising her hand to touch the few tendrils of red hair that had been left curled to frame her face, mina let out a soft sigh. her phone buzzed for what was the infinite time in her lap. her cousin, miyeon was getting anxious. but she had the right to, as the bride she was sure that her cousin was nearly going out of her mind wondering where mina was.

she was late, well — the kind of late where you were suppose to be at the church two hours before the actual wedding started but still — it was only eight-thirty, the wedding didn’t start until eleven. but from the sign of the list of calls and texts that miyeon was sending, mina’s obvious disappearance from the church was placing miyeon into a hyperventalizing frenzy. mina didn’t even want to hear the voicemails that were being left for her from miyeon. 

mina didn’t even want to look around at the people who were giving her the curious glances and brief stares. the fact that she had gotten onto the subway all dressed up in her bridesmaid dress and dolled up hair and face had to be excuse enough to allow her to keep her silence. also the fact that she was sure she looked like christmas — and not the pretty christmas that everyone wished they saw, the obnoxious green and red frenzy ; that was what she looked like, donned in the long green dress with the slit at the side paired with her red hair, she was a walking christmas decoration. sighing, she picked up her phone to stare at the time once more — noticing the red light that lit at her battery level as well did she groan, fifteen percent left. now she could blame miyeon. her constant badgering had her phone’s battery dying. there was an underlying buzz she felt, like someone who hadn’t been looking at her before was now staring at her. pursing her lips, she looked up to see a boy — probably someone around her age, face at the slightest bit familiar but not someone she was sure to have conversed with before. 

[xmyungsnu]

The girl looked up and the two made eye contact. Myungsoo's gaze unintentionally turned into a glare and he quickly looked down, mentally slapping himself for his unnecessary rudeness. He spent the rest of the ride playing games on his smartphone, consciously making an effort not to look back at the girl across the aisle.

Myungsoo got off when it was time to switch tracks and when he looked up from his spot on the new subway, he saw that the girl was once again sitting across the aisle. Furrowing his eyebrows, he scratched at the back of his neck. Was she stalking him? It was an unreasonable thought but not completely unheard of, though his last encounter with a stalker had been many years back. He shook the thought from his head, she was probably just going to the same area as him; a stalker wouldn't dress in such an distinct outfit anyway. He scrunched his nose a little when he actually noticed what she was wearing. A green dress? With bright red hair? She must be color blind not to notice the obvious color clash, he thought. He shrugged off the thought and went back to minding his own business.

The subway finally slowed to a stop at Myungsoo's destination and he stepped off. He climbed up the stairs out of the subway station and made his way to the church, only a couple blocks away.

[xmyungsnu]

Sleepless // MS & AL

[yxjin]

“Thanks,” Ailee drawled at Myungsoo’s ‘compliment.’ If it were day time and she had actually put effort into her appearance, she would have objected to his comment, but because she’d been tossing and turning for hours, she knew she looked a mess. Her bun was probably in disarray, looking like a bird’s nest rather than a head of hair, and her eye bags were probably ten times worse than they usually were during the day. But it was okay; Myungsoo had seen her in this condition plenty of times before.

She was about to take a seat right beside Myungsoo’s head, but at the mention of food, she remained standing. “I always have food,” she told him, lazily dragging herself over to her kitchen. She rummaged through her cabinets, pulling out anything that was ready to eat or could be made in less than five seconds. “What are you craving?” she called out to the raven-haired male in her living room. “I’ve got ramen and kettle corn, some crackers…” She opened her fridge and buried her head inside. “Some leftover chicken salad…”

Instead of waiting for an answer, Ailee threw a bag of kettle corn into her microwave and set it before placing a pot onto her stove. “Beef or chicken?” Ailee asked, referring to the flavor of the ramen.

[xmyungsnu]

"Ramen? At this hour? You're gonna make me fat," he complained in a high pitched voice -- a poor attempt at impersonating a snobby female. Myungsoo laughed at the lameness of his impression then shrugged. "One of each? Doesn't really matter for me, just don't forget to put in lot's of kimchi and don't for get the egg." His mouth watered at the thought and began chewing on the inside of his cheek impatiently.

He looked around the apartment for something to distract himself from hunger and his eyes fell upon the clock. 3:26 AM. It wasn't too late on the standards of a college student but he probably wasn't going to sleep any time before 4:30 and he had to wake up at 8:30 for a class. Under normal circumstances, he would have been able to manage with four hours of sleep but he had only had two the night before. It was a disaster waiting to happen.

With a loud sigh, Myungsoo stood up and shook his head as if to clear his head of previous depressing thoughts. He walked into the kitchen and sat himself down on the counter, swinging his legs back and forth. "Is it done yet?"

[xmyungsnu]

Locked Out // MS & SH

[sxnghyun]

Why do you do it? Myungsoo’s question makes Seunghyun ponder as he puffs tiny rings of smoke. He’s never really thought about it before. It had started as a little challenge among friends during high school and while he had never really become that heavy a smoker, he’d never managed to completely kick the habit either.

He shrugs as he takes another hit off the stick, being careful not to blow smoke in his friend’s face. “Well it keeps me warm during cold days like this,” he says with a grin, flicking some ash off the tip of the cigarette. He thinks sometimes he smokes too when stressed, but the truth is, Seunghyun hardly ever lets himself feel stressed. He always keeps a few sticks on hand, mostly as a weird form of security blanket, he realises. “But it’s not like I smoke that much. An entire pack can last me a month, to be honest.”

He holds out the half empty pack towards Myungsoo. “You sure you don’t want to try, hyung?” He notices Myungsoo curl up and practically hug his knees, making him worry a little. “If it’s really cold, we can just go down after I’m done and we’ll call the landlord,” he says with a smile.

[xmyungsnu]

Myungsoo smiled a little at Seunghyun's response and shook his head when the younger male offered him a cigarette. "I tried once before," he said, thinking back on the memory.  

It had been in high school, while he was in the US. Sophomore year, one of his classmates had bought a pack and was sharing it with some boys, hiding behind the dorms. Being a stupid and curious teenager, Myungsoo had stopped and asked them what they were doing and they had handed him a cigarette, encouraging him to try. Taking the cigarette in a shaking hand, he had stuck it in his mouth and sucked in a breath after one of the others had lit the end of the stick. Almost immediately he coughed out all the smoke that had filled his lungs and..."I threw up," he explained to Seunghyun, laughing a little. "That's why I was wondering," he admitted while scratching the back of his neck. "Because I don't understand how people smoke without having to throw up."

He shook his head again when he suggested going inside. "Let's stay a little longer," he began, "I like the solitude," The male looked out at the distant skyscrapers with their tops blurred in a thick layer of smog. "I'll get used to the cold," he reassured. There was a silence between the two for a moment, their words replaced by sounds of music playing on a far off street which were muffled by sounds of passing cars. "It'd be nice to practice guitar up here too," he said, partially to Seunghyun but mostly to himself. The neighbors had complained when he practiced late at night in his apartment and he had been looking for a  nearby place to practice. (Besides, who had the time to walk all the way across the street to practice in the school practice rooms?) "Do you ever practice up here," he asked, turning back to his friend.

[dara-snu]

DC Meet #1: Trust Circle ♤ Dara, Dongwoo, Kyuhyun, Heechul, Lime, Myungsoo, Minjun & Yoonji

(/stands in front of the students that are all seated on their seats before her.) (/awkwardly stands there for a moment, fidgeting with her fingers) Okay, umm… well… I’m your new advisor for the drama club, Park Sandara. I have no idea what happened to the previous advisor but past is past! (/smiles and claps her hands once) So… let’s start introducing ourselves first… (/clears her throat and looks at Dongwoo, nodding her head) Umm… You start.

[dongwoohgd]

(/stands up slowly, a little embarrassed that he was called on first) Uh, hi, everyone. (/looks to sandara) Very nice to meet you. (/clears his throat and pushes his glasses up the ridge of his nose) I’m Shin Dongwoo, senior here at Seongnam. It’s a pleasure to be here. Please watch over me. (/bows low and sits back in his seat, unable to think of anything else to say)

[rkkyuhyun]

(/is playing a game on cellphone) (/is not paying any attention to anything) (/glances up slightly to find everybody staring) Uh… What? (/notices Sandara) Oh, uh, yo. (/waves without standing up) I’m Cho Kyuhyun. I’m a senior. Don’t expect me to do much because I just got out of the hospital, so no trust falling, or any of that shit, for me. (/eyes Sandara warily) (/goes back to his game)

[exheechul-snu-deactivated201306]

(/is yawning and stretching his arm) (/gaining back his composure he looks up from his sit) (/give’s them a small wave without standing up) I’m Kim Heechul. I’m a senior. Nice to me you lot (/Looks at Dara and grins) Welcome to the drama club~! (/Looks at the next person)

[rvsingsvn]

(/awkwardly looks around since she’s never been here) (/sees Dara nod towards her and she nods back as she stands) Hi. I’m Hyelim but please call me Lime. I’m a freshman and I just moved back from the States so my apologies if my Korean sounds strange at the moment. I’m still getting used to speaking it again. I hope I get to know you all very well. (/sits down and smiles at everyone politely)

[xmyungsnu]

(/is drinking from a juice box) (/glances up and notices people looking at him) (/sets down the juice box and leans back in his chair) I'm Myungsoo. I'm a junior. (/gives a small, curt nod while biting down on his lip) (/goes back to drinking his juice)

[xmyungsnu]

Old Friends, New Times // MS & YR

[graduate-yuri-snu-blog]

It only happens once in a blue moon that Yuri cleans her room and that day happened to be one of those days. It has been a while since her brother, Wooyoung, stayed in her apartment and during those days, he kept on reminding her to clean her apartment, or her own room, at least.

Her apartment wasn’t really that messy, but it wasn’t really that clean. Feeling like she was in the mood for some cleaning, she decided to tidy up the whole entirety of her apartment. From the visible empty spaces every hidden corners of her apartment, she cleaned them all, making sure that it would satisfy her brother’s cleanliness standards.

After everything was done, she decided to throw the garbage herself. The bin was overflowing and she just can’t wait for the room service to fetch the bin. With that, she pulled the filled black trash bag out of the bin, tying it up on the opening and brought it out of her apartment to the dumpster. But as she was just a few meters away from the said dumpster, she noticed a guy, in a familiar hairstyle and in a familiar side view, also throwing his trash. 

Yuri walked closer, her eyes still locked at the guy as she tried to  have a clearer view of him. That hairstyle… She suddenly remembered someone who always had the same hairstyle. Maybe it was a long time ago since she saw him having the said hairstyle, but she won’t lose anything if she made a guess, right? 

“Myungsoo?”, she uttered the name of a good old friend, hoping that her guess was right. 

[xmyungsnu]

When he reached the dumpster Myungsoo saw that someone else was there to throw out their trash as well. The male cursed under his breath and turned away to avoid eye contact, hoping the other wouldn't recognize him with his ridiculous hairstyle. Thinking he had been unrecognized, he mentally pat himself on the back and turned to walk back inside when he heard the girl questioningly call his name. He bit down on his lip and considered running away but decided otherwise. He turned around and flashed an awkward smile.

"Uh, hey." His hand went up in an awkward wave and met the girl's gaze.  It was a split second before his face lit up with recognition. "Yuri?" Myungsoo smiled again, genuinely this time, and his embarrassment faded to relief.

[kpopidolsinsuits]

[xmyungsnu]

Familiar Face // MS & MN

Had it been any other Saturday morning Myungsoo would have slept in well past noon but unfortunately for him, he had agreed to be the photographer at a friend's wedding and was up at 8:00AM, practically the crack of dawn for the boy. Actually, the groom wasn't even his friend. He was Myungsoo's friend's friend whose name he couldn't even remember. Seung...Seung-something, he thought as his mouth foamed with white toothpaste.

He finished washing up and changed into a suit that he didn't particularly like and checked himself one last time in the mirror. Figuring he looked decent enough, he slung his camera bag onto his shoulder before walking out the door and walking to the subway station.

After scanning his transportation card he took the escalator down to wait for the subway. When he got there he caught a glimpse of a female Seongnam waiting for the same train as him. He walked up to one of the many subway maps and shrugged it off; it was common to see his schoolmates at the subway station.

The familiar subway music starting playing, signaling the arrival of the subway. The train screeched to a stop and doors open to release a flood of people. Once everyone had gotten off, Myungsoo stepped in and found a seat and looked up to find himself sitting a cross the girl from Seongnam. He recognized her as a classmate from his Psychology class but couldn't quite remember her name.

[xmyungsnu]

Sleepless // MS & AL

[yxjin]

Ailee hadn’t been doing a lot of sleeping for the past few weeks, her mind had been working far too hard for her to do so. Luckily, as long as she wasn’t popping tabs at nine in the evening, she found that because she was so exhausted, her body would shut itself down at around three in the morning and she’d get a few decent hours of sleep. But that night, no matter how long she closed her eyes, sleep would not come. She blamed it on the coffee she’d had a couple of hours before, which, in retrospect  had been a very stupid idea.

She been staring up at her ceiling when her phone went off, but she paid it no mind as she had been intrigued by the air vent, wondering how such a small hole could provide warmth to a hole room when outside it was freezing. After a few moments, Ailee finally rolled over in her bed and read the text message and a smile tugged at her lips. She typed up a quick message that read:

To: Myungsoo

K

As soon as she sent the short message, there was a knocking on her door and she shuffled out of her room, taking her cell phone and her stuffed bear with her. She didn’t bother fixing the high bun atop her head or care that her pajama bottoms were decorated with the characters from Adventure Time; Myungsoo had been over enough times to know what she wore to sleep and how disheveled she looked once she’d been lying in bed for more than an hour.

Once at her door, she swung it open, staring at Myungsoo with sleepless eyes. “Hey,” she greeted him, stepping aside so that the younger could enter her apartment. “You look terrible.”

[xmyungsnu]

Myungsoo walked past the girl and walked into the living room with lazy nod. "As do you," he replied with a yawn and proceeded to plop onto the couch.

He examined the various things splayed out on the girl's coffee table in front of the couch and lazily flipped through a couple magazines. When nothing interested him, he laid down on the couch, placing the pillow he brought beneath his head. The male closed his eyes to see if the new location would help him fall asleep but opened his eyes a moment later. Sighing, he sat back up on the couch.

Hugging his pillow and bringing his knees up to his chest he turned back to the older girl. "Do you have any food," he asked with a quick lick  to his lips. The boy's stomach growled to emphasize his hunger and he looked up at Ailee hopefully.

[xmyungsnu]

Locked Out // MS & SH

[sxnghyun]

Seunghyun cranes his neck from side to side before running his fingers through his hair and shaking his head a little—his own little (partly senseless) ritual to getting used to the cold.

“Not much,” he answers Myungsoo, nodding towards a ratty old bench sitting near the corner of the rooftop; adjacent to it was a plastic arm chair that looked pretty weathered itself. “I have no idea whose these are,” he explains as he walks towards them, slouching on the arm chair. Found them here when I first moved in the building.” He stands up again and leans against the edge. “You can see the campus from here, look.”

He rubs his hands together and blows on them before turning his stare towards Myungsoo again. “I don’t really do much here—usually I just listen to music.” He rubs his nose and scratches his left cheek before stuffing both his hands inside the pockets of his hoodie where he finds something he’s forgotten he’d stashed in there a while back. He takes out a half-full cigarette pack, and adds with a casual shrug, “Sometimes I smoke here, too.”

[xmyungsnu]

Myungsoo nodded as he looked into the distance at the Seongnam campus. Stuffing his hands into his pockets, he then proceeded to look around the rooftop with it's concrete walls and peeling paint. He shivered again and sat down on the worn out bench beside the armchair Seunghyun was sitting in, bringing his knees up to his chest to keep himself as warm as possible. He breathed out and watched his breath vaporize into the cold air.

Turning back to Seunghyun, he saw the younger take out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter. He watched the flame flicker from the lighter as it lit the cigarette and scrunched up his nose when the smoke reached him. "I didn't know you smoked," he said while watching the end of the cigarette turn from a bright orange to black ash. "Why do you do it? Why do you smoke," Myungsoo asked, not condescendingly but out of genuine curiosity. 

[viva-yoonbora]

` invitational concern | bora & myungsoo

[viva-yoonbora]

(/grin)

[text] ㅋㅋㅋ myungdumb -3-

(/tilts head and frowns) 

[text] Come over and we’ll talk about it! n.n

[xmyungsnu]

(/smiles a little)

[text] ㅜㅜ

[text] right now? you sure?