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ooc. as of now this blog is now  archive. it was/is too cluttered && unorganized for my liking so i made a new one.  threads will be transferred over there (the ones i have to reply to) as long as i can find it. because i’ve been absent when it comes to doing things for such a  long time my activity is a mess on it’s own so there is a chance things will get lost in the transfer. we can always start new things if that happens though ! having said that, i’ll be re-following those i am already following, however that might take a while because i am currently swamped with rl things. but yeah, that’s all.

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hanni.

 tainted sheets draped over hanni’s waist in a fashion that left most of his body exposed. his chest rises and falls at a steady pace as he attempts to catch his breath; sweat no longer being produced, but still glistening along the track of his bow, and the marker where his forehead meets his hair. a soft chuckle emits from his lips as he lifts the top portion of his body from the bed, watching as the girl frantically rushed from side to side collecting articles of clothing (some of which he couldn’t recall ever removing). ❝ are you really going to meet him like this? ❞ he questioned, mostly curious, but also selfishly; wanting her to stay for a few morerounds. ❝ do you really think he won’t suspect —— ❞ he began to offer another inquiry when the sight of the disheveled female caused an abrupt cackle to escape from the back of his throat. ❝ your fucking shirt is inside out and backwards. ❞ he bellowed with laughter as he fell back onto the mattress.

 after a few short moments like that, hanni peered over to her once more; this time pushing himself from the bed. he didn’t bother to cover himself as he maneuvered his way over her (it wasn’t as if she hadn’t seen any of it before), and the glint in his eyes switched from amusement to something a lot more sinister. the idea that she would leave him to be with her boyfriend in such a haste motion without so much as a goodbye kiss was unfathomable. an action that could only be pardoned if she were to stay instead, on her own accord of course. he’d never beg for her company, and that was the prime reason in why he was simply afriend (with some pretty intimate benefits) rather than a boyfriend. ❝ yah —— ❞ he begins the moment he approaches. his hands already found the curve of her waist, and he pulls her towards him in such a quick manner she nearly bounces off his chest; he pays no attention to that however, simply smirks down to her while his hands slowly creep up the fabric of the wrongly put on shirt. ❝ why don’t you, just stay here instead? ❞

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         she’d long stopped caring. tugged away the guilt, the feelings of disgust, the need to tell herself over && over again that what she was doing was wrong. only because she was sleeping with him because she wanted it (not to gain something, not for blackmail, not for anything else). if it had been any of those reasons, ada would be fine with it. could justify it to herself when she would crawl back in the bed of the one she called her boyfriend. she was already living a double life as it was and this ? this -- this arrangement just added itself upon the pile of problems she was already facing. locks of midnight black clung to her neck, some pillowed behind her back, following the defined arch until they swayed happily in the air with each frantic movement she made.  she doesn’t spare him a glance, trying to ignore his deep voice (and all that it brought forth within her). dignity she hadn’t left anymore, not when she was desperately trying to find her panties -- unable to locate her bra the woman opted to just hoist herself in her shirt, cursing slightly under breathe when head was free again. puffing slightly before turning towards him. ❝he’s good. he’s kind. naive -- he won’t.....-- even if he suspects it, he won’t say anything because he’s so fucking sweet !❞ frustrated words, hands dropping to bare thighs, shirt barely covering hips. biting the inside of her cheek, ada moves gaze away from him (not because she was ashamed, no, because this way she could collect her thoughts). 

          ❝who the fuck even cares about --.❞ though finishing that sentence she does not, shaking head, rising hands to try and fix hair. turning on bare heels to try and look for more items of clothing. the shuffling is ignored, thinking he was going to go freshen himself up. cleanse himself from the countless acts of sin they just indulged together in. however his voice forces her to look up, gaze resting upon his countenance -- brows already furrowed.  ❝hanni --.❞ his hand feels hot upon her waist, fingers that brush against her shirt, the fabric moving up slightly to once more expose the curve of assets before her body found home against his once more. own hands rest just below his shoulders, lips pursed tightly together -- the hand which crept up along her body ignored. sensations that were quick to tingle across her spine pushed away to the back of her mind. ❝you know i can’t. i am not that desperate for your touch. you’re a good fuck, hanni. we have a good time together but really that’s it. it’s enough for today. ❞ contradicting those words, hand slid down across his chest, lower, across waist until it rested between his legs. lips, long lost their red color, curved up into a smile. ❝it’s only good because i have a boyfriend. that’s what makes this --.❞ a gentle stroke that was quick to turn a lot more harsh. ❝good. if i stay it only would look like i’d want you instead of him. not something we would want right ?❞  because they only worked as friends with benefits. more than that would just complicate things && she wasn’t interested in that. not interested in anything more.           

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chanmi.

       Although never much opposed to such tender affections, she certainly welcomed it from him ( for there was comfort within his touch — a glimmer of warmth, despite the chill ). ❝Of course! I only wanted to make sure you were keeping yourself warm too, Ricky-ssi!❞ Chanmi sang with such sweet sincerity, naturally brushing away his subtle concerns. She wished ( oh, she wished ) only to bring about HAPPINESS within the hearts of others, stoking only embers of comfort & delight ——- especially for him. Fleeting surprise coloured softened features upon the sudden movement, only in the beginnings of protest when the familiarity of his stature closed in ( though, she soon realized, it had been the frailty of her own frame that tumbled forth ). Eyes of earthy brown flickered to his calming gaze ; delicate digits tenderly curling within the ends of his coat, keeping herself close. ❝Then.. Do you want to have some tea with me? I have some new flavours at home! If you would like to come over, of course.❞ 

     he has to resist the urge to roll his eyes at her words. why didn’t she get it ? that the thought of her getting sick terrified him more than any other danger he faced every day. that even though she was healthy and breathing right now that could change in a heartbeat. literally. that organ which held so much love in it, that was supposed to be the one thing that was certain in keeping her alive was becoming his greatest enemy. a sigh rolls passed cold lips, a quick swipe of a warm tongue across surface. gaze was kept upon the lithe woman, his hands still holding onto the ends of the scarf (her warm breath washing over his skin every few seconds). ❝just think about yourself first. when it’s between you and me -- you are the more important one, okay ?❞ those were wasted words, were they not ? she would surely deflect them. somehow, sweetly, pour her own worry in it. a scoff followed by the soft sound of a chuckle and he moves hands downwards to settle upon either side of her hips.  ❝--sure. let’s have tea together--.❞ swiftly was a hand moved to take hold of hers, pulling her against his side (pushing their conjoined hands into the warm pocket of his coat). ❝--my car is parked across the street. do you have an early shift tomorrow ? i can stay over and drive you to the hospital if you want.❞ the little things. the little things were important.     

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woojin.

      Supposedly, they had had assured him time & time again, that he would get accustomed to the flashing lights, screaming fans, unwarranted attention, & lack of personal space. Yet here he was, years later, & still entirely unsure of what to do. He ADORED his fans —- he truly, truly did —- they kept him grounded, reminded him of why he did what he did, but when being bombarded by all sides, Woojin couldn’t help but succumb to his anxieties. It was her sudden inquiries, however, that fortunately drew him from his worries, drawing him back to their flickering reality.  ❝Oh, ah– mm.. R-Running.. My managers told me never to run from the fans & paparazzi, just in case it.. uh– looks like I don’t appreciate them. That.. That makes sense, right??❞ Woojin nearly shouted into her ear, head politely ducked so she wouldn’t have to strain her ears to hear.  ❝M-My.. My car is right up.. here, if you, uh– would like me to drive you home? I must apologize, again.. I promise I never intended for this to happen..❞ & with once hovering hands, he now securely prodded her along, hoping ( PRAYING ) to bring at least some semblance of comfort with his touch.

       head is angled upwards when he lowers his own to make his words known. she tries her hardest to keep her expression from turning too sour. from being disappointed. he couldn’t help this. this was not his fault (yet why did it feel like her insides were constricting?). some might say that this was what she signed up for. dating a celebrity, that came with hardships, sacrifice. and not to forget a certain amount of exposure. bonnie didn’t like to be the center of attention, that spot was reserved for someone else. the lithe woman liked the shadows more than the blinding light, the comfort of hidden shades than exposing rays.  ❝it-- it doesn’t make sense at all ! they should respect your privacy. invading that -- i mean...--.❞ she falls silent, gaze cast down towards the ground before she feels his hand upon her self again, arm securely (protectively) around her waist. instinctively does she lean closer to his touch.  ❝no -- no, it’s fine. it’s not your fault. they love you. uhm --. you can take pictures and stuff with them if you want, i can wait. let’s decide after what we’re going to do okay ?❞ stopping herself there -- not expressing any sort of wishes. hope that they for once could have a normal date. as if she could have anything normal in life. that was a lost wish.  

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chanmi.

    Much like the spring-time blossoms, Chanmi bloomed within even the coldest conditions. That sugar sweet smile of hers remained ever painted upon rosy lips ; eyes of warm, earthy brown sparkling in the purest of sincerity. The frailty of lithe digits naturally curl atop his own, hoping to encompass them in what little warmth remained within her form. ❝Oh, you needn’t do that! I just wanted to make sure that you were warm. Everyone gets sick around this time of year.❞ Earnest words were laced with such sweetness, such pureness —— despite the sneaky chill curling around her delicate stature. ❝Ah! That reminds me! I brought some vitamins for you, too. They make your immune system stay nice & strong!❞

      the warmth of her hands were welcomed (however that warm they were not. she was freezing already?). thumbs are used to rub across the cold skin -- another attempt at warming them up.  ❝everyone sort of includes you too, you know. and you should know, more than anyone, that you can’t afford to be this frivolous when it comes to exposing yourself to the cold like this.❞ almost practiced words they were. as if he were reciting them from a paper. even if worry wasn’t clear && present within those spoken words or with the melodic raise of voice. behind rich brown hues something laid, flickering, swirling across the surface. ricky, momentarily, lets go of her hand so he can unwrap the scarf around his neck and drape it across her own.   ❝i’ll take the vitamins as long as you’re going to keep this scarf. no if’s or but’s. this is not negotiable.❞ though to add some warmth to cold words he presses their foreheads together, tugging on the ends of the scarf to keep her close to him. ❝deal ?❞    

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jiho.

          “ inventor of a cliche or follower of a cliche — it’s a cliche, nonetheless. ” eyes roll with everything of pure affection, innocence painfully evident in the way cheeks heat up at elliot’s next words. the other has always been more forward, and it’s something jiho’s still struggling to wrap his mind around, porcelain skin now matching pastel pink locks. it’s something he’s not sure how to respond with, the mere f bomb ( even though he’s the one that brought it up in the first place ) earning a little choke. “ you wish you could fuck me in the bathroom. i have a little more class than that, elliot — i like romance. and candles. ” as if the boy had any experience when it came to such intimacies. perhaps he really was being corrupted by elliot to no return; perhaps the only thing to come out of this would leave horrible consequences and a sour taste. that wasn’t necessarily a bad thing, though — or at least jiho would convince himself it wasn’t; and even if it was, how bad could it really be, when elliot’s laughter sounded like jiho’s favorite song; and his smile like the light of a million suns? “ you speak like you know the place from experience, you menace, ” another eye roll, though this time accompanied by sweet laughter, tired head drooping down to rest on the boy’s shoulder. a hum of consideration, as if he would ever say no to any suggestion elliot could throw his way. “ i guess we could go check it out, huh? lead the way! ” 

             ❝well it’s still a cliche you love !❞ was said without missing a beat -- smile at it’s widest when noticing the hint of a blush upon jiho’s cheeks. elliot wasn’t someone that had interest in sex. it never really crossing his mind, he could live without it, desire for it he didn’t feel -- it was only for jiho that he might want to actually partake in such physical activities. to do it with jiho, that didn’t gross him out. not as much as the general thought of sex always did to him. it’s why he doesn’t feel like there are a thousand ants crawling up his spine when this topic is mentioned between the two, that he doesn’t feel like closing off and keeping the other far, far, far away from him.  because it’s fine when it’s the other -- it’s fine because elliot actually wants it (this time -- with him). it’s why he’s so comfortable in expressing desires he, under normal circumstances, wouldn’t experience. eyes are glittery, love-struck, caught by this flower prince with his pink hair && equally pink cheeks. by that thousand dollar smile, that melody of a laugh && sweet, saccharine voice. more than sex, he just wants to kiss him, hold him -- carve  into precious flesh how much elliot is taken by him. burn words of deep obsession, willingly submissive && toxic promises into the male’s skin. may they drown in poison, suffocate in smoke. it didn’t matter. not when jiho was kept between elliot’s arms. ❝fucking someone in the bathroom has nothing to do with class. i bet married couples do it all the time. my good for nothing parents did. though in their case it was gross.❞ aggressive father && defenseless mother. still the case. still stuck in that world. 

         ❝i’ll give you romance and candles. afterwards. still think it’s over-rated. and a bit of a cliche. ha -- we’re both walking cliche’s.❞ it’s easy for time to fly by when he’s with the older male, it’s easy for feet to carry them across street, bridges && cross-walks. chatter comes naturally, needs no gentle push or pull. it settles along them like a comforting veil. for a brief moment does he lean head against the other’s crown, squeezing hand upon shoulder -- tighter, closer. ❝i practically live there every few days. and they don’t even notice it ! look it’s that one !❞ with practiced ease does he gently let go of jiho to run up towards the side of the street, hand gesturing for him to follow -- along bushes, ducking between expensive cars (and looking around to see if someone was peeking through blinds or curtains). to pick the lock is easy -- swinging door open as if this were his kingdom. lips curved into a victorious grin, arms raised, body turned to welcome the other into this sacred space. ❝aint my house beautiful ? close the door before the old lady across the street notices us.❞ he’s practically bouncing upon his feet -- recklessness dancing like a flame behind dark pupils, heated blood rushing through veins. ❝ i got so many things to show you -- i can barely keep still !❞

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micah.

  with one sign of her wavering frame, micha wants to throw his arms around her. keep those feet off the ground & leave her to worry about anything else other than walking in her current state but he knows better. the moment he starts treating her like a PATIENT & not a p e r s o n is when an argument would start with no end as their viewpoints on the condition of her health would always be opposing. instead he watches her carefully, ready to make the call to keep her here a little longer despite what she wishes if she hits the ground. he doesn’t respond to her words on hyuk, doesn’t let his disappointment show when she looks to him & doesn’t smile, nods his head as she instructs where him to where he’d be taking her (but silently wishes she would have asked to go back to his place instead), & as she walks out the door, he frowns, but stay a close few steps behind her. in times like these he always hoped the outcome to be different. maybe she’d SMILE when she saw him walk through the door & speak on how h a p p y she was to see him (maybe she’d be the one to tell him she was in the hospital to begin with); perhaps she’d listen to the doctors & her family when they talk about her health instead of meeting them with exasperated sighs and eye rolls. maybe he wouldn’t feel the same way about her if she did. wasn’t it her strong headed determination that drew him to her to begin with? would it make him a HYPOCRITE to say it’s what worries him now? her scolding is what tears him from the thoughts that began to circle, & the disappointment masked with annoyance makes him take a step back. ❝ dragging me down? minnie.. what are you talking about? ❞ his voice is soft with confusion as he takes a step towards her; brows furrowed & a free hand reaching out to rest on her waist. ❝ i have a perfect attendance record & so much overtime they’ve stopped paying me for it. they’ll understand me clocking out a little early to come pick up my girlfriend from the HOSPITAL. ❞

       she keeps arms wrapped around own waist, staring straight ahead -- she could hear him walking behind her. always a step behind. and even that started to aggravate her. why was he so considerate while all she did was push him away ? minghua knew, she knew there were times that she could be unbearable. hard to deal with. she knew it. she couldn’t change it, didn’t know how to but micah had this thing that made it seem like she wasn’t all that bad. assuring her that she was just having a bad day (she could argue and say that every day was a bad day but kept lips tightly sealed every time). she could vividly remember the first time she saw him, in passing, didn’t think much of it then. it would have never crossed her mind that, that guy she saw would end up becoming the one person she was so infatuated with. there weren’t many things the young female had faith in but what she had with him -- she really believed in it. putting aside her fear && insecurity. she turns towards him, slowly, trying to keep vision from going blurry if she moved too fast. blinking, tiredly, expecting some sort of lecture but none of it happened. instead she was greeted with words that found a way in her very core, crept up her bones && nestled themselves within her rib-cage. her expression is a mixture of weariness && confusion, it increasing when he takes a step towards her. does she crumble when he lays hand upon her waist ? does she want entrap herself within his arms when he speaks ? ❝i am -- just. ❞ tired. tired. tired. how long would she be able to keep this up ? how long would micah keep standing beside her ? how long till she would get those thoughts again ? she’s tired. no desire to fight. to argue. to convince him that she was fine. she wasn’t. far from it. it’s why she drops arms to her side before leaning forward && wrapping them around his waist -- pushing herself against him. seeking warmth. comfort. just wanting to feel him. ❝-- i’ll try to be better, okay ? so you won’t have to worry about me.❞ because she might disregard her own life, she held his in high regard. checking up on him, making sure he did not overwork. generally be there for him. she didn’t love herself. wasn’t sure she ever could but heaven knew she loved him with every  fiber of her being. ❝-- okay ? i’ll be better. just hold me for a bit ?❞    

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library guy.

         considering how often kaden occupied this quiet building, one might think he’d be a professional at handling common social interaction with silent grace. as many times as he’d been forced to answer everyone with a polite smile && demure bow, the boy should be intelligent enough to know that approaching someone when he suffered from the condition he did was a bad idea. still, as the squeaky wheels echoed throughout the peaceful silence, his entire disposition stalled when the male seated across the room spoke up. i know this guy. he comes in here all the time but he’s never spoken to me before. brows furrow, gaze falling to check his appearance as if fearing that he’s somehow walking around with some obvious flaw on display for everyone’s humorous pleasure. nothing. so, abandoning his books && shuffling over with a shy nod– only after returning the wave a bit awkwardly, he comes to stand before them with an expression that says ‘yes, what do you need’. ( since his mouth wasn’t all that fond of taking the risk ). this person doesn’t look mean, but he’s been fooled one too many times and caution was never something he found ill-advised. 

          maybe he should have thought this through. maybe he should have prepared what to say or how to continue from the moment the boy would actually walk towards him. though yu had never been a planner, one to think ahead of every action taken. reckless. careless. blunt with everything. even when collecting intel. he was always up there -- up front. ready to take && never return. he tries to put up a smile, a more noticeable one (mostly because the other seemed so on edge and he hadn’t even said anything yet !). ❝hi-- !❞ voice mayhaps a bit too loud, echoing back from the thick walls && stuffy shelves (not really stuffy, it was clean --surprisingly for such an abandoned part of the building). ❝i wanted ask something. something i’ve been curious about for a long while --.❞ along with spoken words does he close his laptop, arms falling across lap -- head angled to the side as he looked up at the one currently towering above him. no desire to stand up or in any way make this already odd meeting somewhat more professional ? more suited between two people that had never exchanged words prior to this moment. ❝you have nothing against me, do you ? i mean -- have i done something i am not aware of because it seems you’re avoiding me. or at least avoiding me in such a way that you won’t even spare a word whenever i am here and i know you recognize me.❞ no accusation lies in his words -- they are light, genuinely curious. betrayed with the way eyes are a glow with curiosity (the faint traces of a smile upon lips).     

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| PSA

I swear I am not IGNORING you. ever. unless you have given me a reason to not reply to you, I swear that I am never purposely not replying right away. real life is a thing, and I know it can become overbearing when someone doesn’t reply fast, but I promise from the bottom of my heart, I’m 100% NOT ignoring you.

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sleeping beauty.

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     Eyes of spectacularly odd violet concealed themselves beneath smooth eyelids, her head bobbing along with each sudden jerk of the subway. Fast asleep, it wasn’t long before her slender stature lost its poise, soon slipping down against the body beside her.  ❝Five more.. Five more minutes, eomma.. I.. I swear–.. ❞

     traveling with public transport was not one of his favorite things to do. he had a car. several. yet here he was, squeezed between two people, swaying from side to side. and with each stop they passed it felt like the ones on either side of him seemed to edge closer. understandable. maybe. but what followed afterwards was definitely not something he expected. body becoming stiff the second head comes to rest against his shoulder, weight of a body pressing against his side. eyes, the color of steel, glance downwards -- supple lips pressing into a tight line (the urge to remove her from his form is strong). yet -- no efforts into doing so are made, instead hyde moves gaze away -- settling on something else. trying another less harmful tactic. ❝mhmm -- five minutes is all you’re getting.❞ allowing her to be in whichever dreamworld she preferred to live for only a bit longer.

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woojin.

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     There’s something of an awkward smile painted across ordinarily softened visage ; gaze nervously flickering about, desperately trying to a v o i d  the flashing paparazzi.  ❝I-I’m.. I-I apologize. I, um– I didn’t.. didn’t think they would find me here.❞ Woojin barely managed as lithe fingers hovered atop their shoulder blades, hesitantly ushering them forth. 

      she wasn’t used to this. bonnie thrived on people not knowing where she was, who she was -- it was embedded into her being. it made her as good as she was in her job because of it. to have flashes of light almost blinding her, having rows of girls screaming (cheering, wailing -- all horrible) it made her beyond uncomfortable. instinctively does she step closer to him, head ducked -- gaze away from the prying eyes. the simple bartender (assassin) tried to maneuver through the masses, making sure to move hand to the back so that she could still hold onto him. ❝it’s fine. i am just --.❞ headache. nuisance. the thought of just running away coming to mind (these sounds they needed to stop ! silence. complete && utter silence is what she wished for).  ❝-- where should i go ? walk to ? should we just run ?❞ for a girl who didn’t bother herself with what went on in the entertainment industry she could already foresee the trouble he might be in if people started speculating. posting images of them together on the web. probably attack her own person without even knowing who she was.

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chanmi.

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    Oh, she certainly wasn’t meant to be outside —– not in such cold conditions ; & yet, forth toddled the frailty of her frame. In a delicate sort of grace, lithe fingers carefully wound her scarf around their neck, offering a smile surely borne of the purest sugar.  ❝You don’t want to catch a cold out here!❞

       dark gaze is cast downwards, from behind thick lashes does he stare at the much shorter woman. time to argue he does not have -- not when frail hands wrap the warm item of clothing around exposed neck. and with it warmth pools somewhere deep in his stomach. if ricky was comparable to anything it would surely be the winter’s chill. frigid. frozen. tactical mind that only plotted, devised plans, calculated wins && losses. yet did snow not melt when under the rays of bright sun ? while her hands were still fumbling with the comforting fabric, own were raised (hands bare, cold, gloves he refused to wear) to gently take slender digits within his hold. ❝why do i feel like i have to be the one saying that ? if you give me your scarf, i’ll have to give you my jacket. that’s how this works.❞