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The last few weeks had been filled with an array of blossoming purples and reds that would fade into inks of green patches all across his body. The one on his jaw dissolving quicker than the others as the prominent reminder was older than the ones taking shape along his ribs and legs. This was the kind of feeling that kept Seungho grounded to his reality because if he let himself drift through his ideas of what if’s then he would only be letting his family win him over. There was happiness in these markings that a normal life wouldn’t have been able to supply him. Sure,  he has a decent job and a roof over his head with enough money left over to buy himself quality clothing that wouldn’t tear easily along with never going hungry, but it was the effort he put into it that made everything feel that much more desirable. His life felt more fulfilling enduring these instances even if it meant searching them out for sport. Most of what he makes with Phoenix gets saved or sent to his parents who always make snide comments of dirty money while expecting it every week in the mail. Family was family regardless of how difficult it was to maintain a neutral relationship. 

Then there were times where the satisfaction of these encounters begin to leave him heavy with sensory overload that he is forced to find a way to reset himself. This usually came as trips to the aquarium where he would mindlessly stare at the fish swimming back and forth  in the tank. Sometimes, he would imagine himself as one of them freely moving about the water without fear of attack. It was a harmonious sight watching as the schools created a hive like show while their scales glistened silver through the rays of light that penetrated the tank. As much as he wanted to return to the aquarium, it was too late for them to have been open and so he opted for a more natural setting. There’s a place on the beach where the sun perfectly kisses the water as it sets. The smell of the ocean was better than the smell at the aquarium but that was mainly because the stench of human bodies can dissipate in the open air. When he approaches, his sneakers are off and in his hands with his hoodie wrapped around his waist. There’s an irritated look on his face when he sees someone sitting in his perfect spot. He knows it’s his because he strategically places a certain variety of shells near the area he usually sits. His body doesn’t fight the lure of the sea and he ends up sitting next to the male because he was stubborn and wanted to reset the numbing in his body. This spot wasn’t as warm (really, it was just in his head) but he managed anyway. His feet dug into the sand and he took a deep breath through his nose in silence before managing a quiet, “You’re sitting in my usual spot. I hope you like it.”

the sunset makes laburnum glister.

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youngjae hummed softly when the clouds finally disappeared. the beautiful sunset was revealed and he sighed deeply. he supported himself with his hands behind his back, his nose was scrunched up a bit as the sun was bedazzling him and he had placed his sneakers next to him in the sand, together with his socks. the small waves hit his feet from time to time as he was sitting close to the ocean; and the wind blew strands of hair in his face. it was warm enough to swim, but youngjae felt comfortable with just sitting and watching the sunset.

he was wearing his favorite jeans, a light blue pair of boyfriend jeans he bought when he made a trip to seoul last year. he wasn’t growing anymore and he also didn’t gain weight, which was why they still fitted perfectly. he laid down after some time, placed his head in the soft sand and looked up in the sky. he loved the beach since he was a little kid, learned swimming when he was five years old and helped out as a lifeguard when he was still a teenager. you could say that swimming was his whole life.

when he was younger and the ocean was too tempestuous, he and his friends used to go to a lake deep in the woods. but they grew apart and it was one or two months ago since he last visited the lake. he thought about doing it again more often lately, as it was becoming more hotter every week.

and when he sat there on the beach and thought about all the things that happened today, he nearly didn’t hear the footsteps that came closer with every second. he wondered who it was, but he was too lazy to sit up and turn around, so he simply stayed where he was, before a quiet “oh?” slipped over his lips and he turned his face into the direction of the stranger.

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Minhyuk hummed, crossing his legs over the other as he stared at the messages that flickered over his phone screen, before it went dark –fading to black, and asked for the password when he tapped it once more out of habit. He entered it quickly, before standing up from his desk and locking the drawer he’d previously had open, it clicks into place.  It’s right away that the face time call comes in, and he’s surprised with the lack of fight over it.

“H-” he began, but when Seungho’s face floods in through the glow of cellphone light and just barely he can see the flushed cheeks of his face, and the dark glimmer of his eyes. He visibly falters, dropping the screen from his face momentarily to nervously scrub at the waves in his hair. “How’d you get there if you don’t have it?” he made sure to roll his eyes at the screen, making it over to where he’d left his car keys, his coat for all that rainy, cold night time weather. “We’ll find it, but look behind you first, –you’re on the ground, you probably fell off,”  Seungho was a hopeless, but never without his skateboard. That’d be the last thing he’d lose, he clung to the thing even after being mobbed so rain, or alcohol, he’d be damned to think otherwise. Minhyuk does think he could smell grass already and he’s barely made it out the door of his apartment, that weather must’ve done a number outside.   “Are you cold?” 

The brightness of his phone screen was blurring his vision causing him to turn away only after he had caught a glimpse of the other’s face for a just a few seconds. With a raised hand, he vigorously rubbed at one of his eyes as he made attempts to peek at the phone screen. He does catch Minhyuk’s eye roll which only causes him to let out a boyish laugh with a low “I don’t know” muffled against the palm that had dragged from his eye to mouth. He was being unusually playful with the alcohol absorbed into his bloodstream. He could feel the toxicity pooling in his bladder but as of now he was too lazy to remove himself from the ground so he’d hold it. Seungho made a half-hearted attempt to look at his surroundings but when he spotted the now soggy bread he pouted and tilted his head back to try to look behind him; half of his skateboard was sticking out of a bush and he smiled. “Oh. It’s playing hide-n-seek.”  Slowly, he sat up and properly held the camera up to his face with a small tilt of his head and a heavy exhaled breath. A smile was curved onto his lips as he shook his head and pulled down the collar of his shirt with a turn of his phone towards the direction of his neck and coincidentally his watercolor phoenix tattoo placed near his collarbone. “No. I’m wet.” He could feel droplets of water slip down the column of his throat but he didn’t know if the other could actually see it so he left it there for a few seconds before piping in, “Do you see it?” He asked, waiting for a second longer before showing his face again. 

A lazy hand pressed to his cheek briefly before he found it within himself to stand with stumbling steps to reach for the board. The camera was now a blur of different things that wasn’t him as he inspected the board. “I lost a wheel.” The tone in his voice was heartbreakingly sad as he dropped his phone to look around for the thing in the dark. His voice sounds far away from the phone. “I think I’ll die without it, Hyung. There’s no point in living without the last wheel.”

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❝ i’m no longer a child! ❞

August meme | Accepting

If there was one thing that Near knew wasn’t true was that he was a hero. he was simply a man that did what he thought was right at the moment and so when he so generously removed the issue from inside of the store, he didn’t exactly understand why he was getting yelled at. On top of it, he didn’t know why he was getting yelled at by the woman he wanted to protect. The other gentleman that was in was causing some sort of fuss about payment and because Near knew how this game worked he stepped in between them before things escalated. There was a threat made his way about finding him with a gang of other Hydrus members but at this rate, the gang was so large anyone could claim they were Hydrus just to get away with things. He didn’t let that bother him the way the girl at the counter did and he couldn’t keep back the embarrassment as he rubbed the back of his head turned it to the side. He wasn’t sure why he felt shame when all he wanted to do was help. “I--... I didn’t m-mean to--... that wasn't--- ah... my bad.” What could he say in the face of a girl whose pouting face was cuter than the clothes in the store? He’d just bite the bullet on this one and try to politely leave before he frustrated her further. “I-- u-uhm... gonna... go...”

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i think about seungyoun’s cover of in my blood every day like can you believe he’s just god

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BECAUSE YOU’RE MAKING ME WRITE @luckxmi

[ ✐ : FIRECRACKER ] ; that's ok you like bitches, don’t lie [ ✐ : FIRECRACKER ] ; you like my face , this owner of this face beats your ass everyday [ ✐ : FIRECRACKER ] ; I’ll only come get you if you face-time me.

[ FIGHTER : ] no i liek women thers a diffenrece [ FIGHTER : ] no he doesnt . my ass feel fine 

Near makes a face at the last text and grunts with a hand over his face. He had been laying in the grass for the last 20 minutes trying to figure out whether or not he could make it home or eat more bread. Unfortunately, he had laid out the rest of his bread on the grass and was no longer interested in eating it. When he raises the phone up, the world seemed dizzy and his attempts to facetime were going from screen to screen until he was finally able to do it without deleting his number. 

“Hyung...”

His voice was slightly high pitched and his face was flushed. He felt as if his eyes were blinking slowly and so he furrowed his brows and let out a soft whine that could have only been heard between them. 

“Where’s my skateboard?”

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The entire time Aeon was talking and keeping a steady pace at his heels, Near had been scoping out the entry points of the building. Each mental note recorded to memory because the only ones who would manage to leave this area would be him and his partner. “Yeah, let’s just gas the whole place up and let them scatter out of the building. Yup, that makes sense and then let’s get our scopes out and shoot them all in the head without ever figuring out if they even have anything we can bring back with us that’s valuable. Yeah, great plan. I love it. Especially the part where we would have to wait for the gas to dissipate so we could go in and check things out for stuff that maybe could be in there because we didn’t bring gas masks with us. I love it. You really know how to make plans.” As distracted as Near appeared, his sarcasm didn’t skip a beat along with a ‘we’re not fucking doing that’ kind of look shown in Aeon’s direction. 

“There are a total of 2 entrances and a fire escape. If we’re smart about this, we can still use the gas without gassing the whole place out. Look--” Near removes an IPAD out of his backpack and begins to draw the details of his thoughts onto the electronic device. “This is what we’re going to do. First, we block both entrances at the bottom of the building to make sure no one comes in or out of there and we gas the whole first floor. ��Additionally, all the rooms in which they can escape through the fire escape also has to be gassed, forcing them to maintain locked down in the rooms in the front of the building. This closes them off from all areas they can escape.” He identifies these cutoffs with x’s in different places on the screen. “Once they’ve been gassed in, that’s when we get in through one of the windows. We’ll have a timer on our backs for how long we can interrogate them and ransack the place. I’ve got an extra pair of goggles in my backpack and some standard surgical masks. That’s the most protection I can supply us but it’s more than nothing at all. Think you can manage without killing all of us?”

pinching a nerve.

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Rather than gas the whole building outright, he finds himself following the lead of a certain feisty, and undoubtedly fit, individual with the burdens of tragedy that was sure to follow in their wake. It seems the ground shifts beneath him when it’s clear nothing about this young partnership is in his hands, although he begs to differ otherwise, and feigns the struggle of authority the smaller man has administered in Aeon’s complete nescience. “I’m not saying this is a good idea, but I’m not saying it’s bad either,” he takes a nonchalant look over the forest rather than the building beyond them—incidentally noticing the sun disappearing over the horizon.

“Surely my methods are much more discreet, if managed well.” Aeon clears his throat at the prospect of getting chided, but he doesn’t participate in hierarchy in this world, regardless of where he stands; especially when he barely knows Near—his history, his family, his friends—he wants to observe and disregard the man all at once. He catches himself mouthing the words over and promptly stops talking while paying little heed to the directions of this mission. In other words, Aeon doesn’t know what’s going on, what he’s supposed to do, and where to put his hands, because he’s indiscreetly signing what he speaks all the while—a consolatory habit he can’t find himself to bar quite yet.

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[ ✐ : firecracker ] ;  i’m at the convenience store.  the one we fish ice out of buckets for injuries when you decide its ok to break your neck fighting and still keep going. that one .

[ ✐ : firecracker ] ; if you’re close enough to here we can finish grabbing extra snacks together and walk the short distance from there to my place.

[ ✐ : firecracker ] ; then we start the movie,  order out. 

Minhyuk slips his cell into his pocket for the moment before grabbing a bag of octopus chips and shrimp chips in both hands. The orange shiny aluminum on the outside of the octopus bag was appealing, the octopi smiling and waving tentacles cutely at him. If he were to be honest with himself though, they tasted the same, the bland design of the shrimp bag and the eccentric logos all over the other made no difference at all.  Both even tasted like shit paired with other things, but the crunch factor along with a scary movie always seemed like a must to him, making the decision much harder when there was another person to please besides himself. He stood there in that cramped isle space, forehead pinched and lips bitten down to ease some of the pain that stretched down the side of his left arm–remnants of bitter medicines still on his tongue,–they’d need cola, and something sweet probably. 

[ ✐ : firecracker ] ;  do you like gummy candy?

He quickly deletes it as he’s just finished typing it, indecisiveness creeping back onto him, it should be simple– taking back the control that had slipped from between his fingers, and he hoped, –no, he knew it started with small steps like snacks and movies. and of course, he already knew what Seungho liked best. Minhyuk shifts the glasses on his nose a bit, a small simper on his lips as he then, finally, made a decision. 

Seungho was sitting on the roof of the warehouse outfitted in his normal black gear from his latest mission. Goggles rested on the top of his head while his hazel contact lenses peered down at the light from his phone screen. He had already loosened his bullet-proof vest while the rest was glued to his body for easy mobility. The texts came flooding in just in time as he had dropped off what he had been searching for to the higher-ups and was free to enjoy his evening. He planned on staying on the roof for a little while to relax and pan out past events in his head like an episode to his favorite TV show. As much as he enjoys fighting, there was something just as captivating when it came to sneaking around. The spy movies on TV weren’t all lies and he often finds himself scaling different walls and breaking through glass as quietly as possible. That isn’t to say he wasn’t ready to engage in a few fights to get away with the goods like a typical badass, but it was mainly frowned upon so he tried his best to maintain constant anonymity. It was hard to hide in the shadows when there were so many monsters who lived there. 

He chews on the tip of his thumb; he would need to get undressed before heading over in that direction and so he made his descent back into the warehouse with his backpack hanging off one of his shoulders. 

[ FIGHTER : ] stronger men find that admirable, ya know? Someone else asked to train with me, should I go for it instead of you?

[ FIGHTER : ] I’m not super close, but I have my skateboard so I can make it there in like 15 minutes. 

[ FIGHTER : ] eat ramen by the window and you won’t get kicked out for standing in an isle for that long. I like the spicy seafood one. 

[ FIGHTER: ] can you buy chocolate?

Entering an empty room, he undresses and switches into comfortable streetwear and repositions his rings back on his fingers. The gear is neatly tucked away into his backpack but the vest is turned into the warehouse. He had a run-in earlier that left a bullet hole in the back of his vest. He had been lucky that their aim was as shit as it was or else someone better would have aimed for the head. Taking his skateboard out, he holds it until he has cleared himself from the warehouse before skating on the sidewalk towards the location of the convenience store. As he approaches, he takes a casual look through a car window to notice that he still had his contacts in. Panic ensues and he falls off the board after swerving abruptly. He falls on his side and grunts in pain. The irritation of it all settling in and at this point part of him wished he had never said yes and was still staring up at the sky -- he was now, but not in a way he appreciated. The contacts are slipped off and stored in the front of his backpack before he catches his board and finally enters the store. His left arm is scratched from the pavement, but other than that he appears to be normal. 

He hears the person at the counter make a snide remark at him about his skateboard and Seungho merely waves him off with a small glare. “Yeah, yeah. Just be happy I’m buying from your store. I could have gone across the street.” This causes a showdown of who could glare without blinking the longest. 

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[ fighter : ] ‘za… 

[ fighter : ] you’re weird.

[ fighter : ] what’s the address?

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[ ✐ : firecracker ] ; come over for a movie tonight if you’re not doing anything, we can order ‘za.                  

[ ✐ : firecracker ] ;  meat too, since it’s payday.

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Fruit concept by Cho Seungyoun (I love these photos, omg)

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ADVENTURE--- SURE.

a starter for @phantomxmi

If there was one thing that Seungho couldn’t do well was to wait patiently. He was standing outside the amusement park with his phone out and sweat beading down the side of his head. He had only been waiting 10 minutes, but the heat only made the wait feel longer. It wasn’t like he could bring himself to complain about it to her because the moment he even opened his mouth to protest his unhappiness, those shining eyes of hers would cause him to shy away and huff like a child. That thought alone had him sucking his teeth and looking the other way while quietly murmuring to himself that he needs to start getting over his strange mentality towards women. How was he suppose to get married in the future if he couldn’t even talk to women properly? Perhaps he should have listened to his mom as a child and just toughened up --- he did, but not in the way she would approve of. Most of what he did he tried to keep under wraps but it was hard to do that when you were known to be loud, abrasive, and proud. He’s almost completely sure that, if given the chance, his parents would turn him over the military right now in hopes that he would get ‘reformed’ -- whatever that meant. 

Sighing, he lifted the cap that was on his head up so that he could run his hand through his damp hair. The momentary breath of air blowing across his head gave him a mild sense of relief and for a second he didn’t feel as irritated. He could at least be thankful for that much until he was bumped by a family of four who didn’t watch where they were stepping and his toe was run over by a stroller. It took a lot of self-control not to start a scene and pick a fight with the father who was the one navigating the contraption. He would have rather gone to the beach, but Hyerin didn’t like the idea of getting sand in her clothing. He tried not to picture how cute her face would have looked pouting at her unfortunate dilemma. Looking at his phone, he texted her to make sure she was on her way and not still doing ‘girl things’.

[ RINNIE : ] I’m melting. 

[ RINNIE : ] If you don’t get here in 5 minutes, I’m going in without you.

[ RINNIE : ] ...and i’ll hate you forever.

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"ya' got a death wish kid? if ya' always stickin' ya nose where it doesn't belong it'll get chopped off."

“You talk a lot of shit for someone who doesn’t show their face.” Near muses, raising his metal bat to point at the disguised figure a few feet away from him. A lopsided grin appeared on his face as his head tilted to show off the boyish charm that natuarlly came with his disposition. He made small circles with it as if he was taunting them -- toying with them in the most childish of ways before letting out a laugh and resting the bat over his shoulder. The sun was bright today and when he raised his ring covered fingers to his mouth to lightly prod at his lower lip, the rings gleamed. The glare would cause anyone to flinch away. “Try me.”

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When Pan decided to finally awake from his mild coma - that’s what he would call it considering he was out for the entirety of his trip on his back - he moved and sat a little ways away from the couch. He was sitting on the floor with his legs stretched out and his hands behind him as he watched Pan with mild concern in his eyes. “I couldn’t leave you on the street. You’re family.” He can say that so easily that it’s almost naive of him, but he’s proud of the statement. There wouldn’t be anything that could make him feel differently about Phoenix. “I don’t know. You were on the ground -- knocked out and hurt -- and so I kicked everyone's ass who I thought was involved.” The subtle details of the battle displayed by the blood on his clothes and the bruises on his knuckles. He only sort of got up off the floor when he saw the other get up suddenly. When he sat back down, so did he with a release of a sigh. “Do you want water? You sound like… uh... shit.”

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Pan woke with a loud ringing he let out a small groan, he opened his eyes to see Near in front of him. Pan was honestly to dizzy to even recognize the man at first. His whole body ached and he couldn’t think straight. “shit,” he slurred. Pan started remembering what had happened and how some gross old man wouldn’t stop when he told him too and so he spit in his face because, god he’s such a dumbass. He then was kicked hard in the stomach several times and after that he really can’t remember much. Looking up at Near, Pan squinted and whipped the blood off his mouth. “did you take me here?” his rasped voice rougher than expected, forgetting he had probably been coughing. “what happened?” Pan said as he sat up to quickly and his vision blurred for a moment as he sat back down.