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hello, i’m going out of town for vacation until the end of this week, so i’ll be unable to post! however, please like this if i owe you a starter or you’d like to get one? there’s no cap at the moment for how many people can like this!

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heart palpitation.

sehunxmi:

being a doctor isn’t as glamorous as those on the outside make it out to be. television stills and stock photos of doctors with their shiny white coats and smiles painted permanently on their face could not be further from the picture that is oh sehun as he wearily places his head on the wheel just as he kills the engine, fatigue coating his bones in irrefutable ways. loss was always difficult for someone who worked to fight against death itself, and that of a child was always hard to stomach.

even more so when it was partially his fault.

eventually — he doesn’t know how long he’s been listlessly sitting there — glassy eyes open again, and the tiredness that coats his body lifts for a brief moment, enough for him to pull himself together and out of the car, briefcase in hand. heart heavy, he trudges up and towards his home, only to see a shadowy figure leaning against the brick outside. he can tell who it is simply from the slender silhouette, and while sehun would have been happy to see the other on any other occasion, nothing was really sitting well with him at the moment.

“taeyong,” the name comes out as a hoarse whisper, evident of the day’s struggles. “what are you doing here.” it’s a statement, not a question; he doesn’t want to know the answer. he was tired, and he needed to be alone. but taeyong knows him well enough to step forward when sehun is the one taking two steps back, and the next words that come out of his mouth comfort him slightly, but not enough. swallowing against the lump in his throat, he simply tightens the fist around the handle of his bag as he blinks against the heat welting in his eyes, not wanting to say anything he would regret at the moment.

“please leave.”  he chokes out instead – he doesn’t even know if taeyong could hear him past the grating rasp in his voice, but hopefully, hopefully he understands.

there’s a crevasse within him that speaks of how he should not get attached to a man that has never had full attention fixated on taeyong. yet, he chooses to not listen to this voice of reason, knowing fully well that he’s going to get his ankle ensnared in a mess one day. this is how much he comprehends about sehun: an adult, somehow functional in his own ways, all synthetic heart with pulse beating languidly. and it doesn’t even beat for taeyong. but this is how much he comprehends about himself: stubborn to a fault, wearing his heart on his sleeve to the point where it’s almost risible.

so, here he is, waiting for the man to come home even when it’s nothing if not irregular. the thoughts of sehun have pervaded too much for him to settle. all his mights pointed him here, to the spot where he can simply seat himself on the paved sidewalk, waiting for the doctor to return home. it’s getting late. on his defense, he doesn’t have classes tomorrow. and he misses sehun it aches. how does a man, a boy, know fully well that he’s going to fling himself deep into an abyss, still follow his guts like this? he’s irrational, he understands this, yet he’s still there clinging to the solid hopes that sehun would be... at least neutral about his presence. sure, he doesn’t want to be a nuisance, so if sehun asks him to leave—

well, that’d be hurtful. he doesn’t have more time to ruminate about it, nevertheless, as the car stops on the curb. there’s no sehun exiting it, regardless of how certain taeyong is that it is sehun’s car. perhaps it’s been rough for sehun — perks of being a pessimist, inevitably thinking of the worse. being a doctor is not easy, especially when sehun happens to be a surgeon. to have people’s lives at stake under his care, that’s something that taeyong doesn’t want to afford himself growing up; one of the reasons why he stepped out of nis, really. and he waits, still. he’s not moving until the sound of sehun coming closer invades his focus.

there’s no smile, as expected. sehun looks worn, and there’s almost blatant lethargy written all over his face, stature. for that, taeyong wants to step away. he knows he will be asked to step away, too, when sehun’s question sounds more like a statement. he opens his mouth, about to apologize, when sehun croaks out the request. it takes him two seconds to remain stunned, before swallowing his words. “it wasn’t your fault,” he says, hoping he’s right. “but i will. just... let me know if you need anything — if i can help with anything. i’m... i’m sorry, hyung.”   ( @sehunxmi )

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mixkitten‌:

starter for @taexmi​ !

the summer time is always a lot more relaxed, for ten. when the sun sets later, and the light keeps the dark at bay for many more hours, he’s able to relax for a lot longer, let his guard down and just pretend he’s a normal university student. in these summer months he spends the hours between lectures and dance practises ending, and the sun setting, either in the library, working on notes, or writing things for his blog, or he sits in his favourite cafe, gazing out at people wandering by with a nice americano warming his palms as his hands cradle the cup. 

that’s exactly what he intends to do today, as he heads inside the familiar coffee shop, hands, out of habit, clutching at the strap of his bag that hangs across his body. the familiar boy at the counter brings a smile to ten’s lips. he might be one of the reasons this coffee shop is ten’s favourite. taeyong, ten’s self-declared best friend. they’d met through a dance thing at uni, though taeyong wasn’t a dance major, he liked it, and ten liked to watch him dance - ten thinks his best friend is mesmerising when he dances. 

heading up to the counter his eyes meet taeyong’s and his smile widens, “yongie! how’s work going?” his eyes shift to the glass display with the cakes and chocolatey confectioneries inside. “just the usual.” he hurriedly says, eyes still glued to the muffins. “and can i get a double chocolate chip muffin?” he’s pretty sure, if he remembers correctly, that taeyong’s shift should be ending sometimes soon, so thinks he might get to spend some time chatting to him over coffee once he’s finished. “when do you get off work?”

the telltale sundown marks the closure towards his daily routine, but he sometimes works overtime. appa isn’t here today, having some paperwork to do at home while spending more time with umma. an idyllic idea, really, had he not known what his father did as a living prior to the arrival on this island. alas, it’s a piece of information he has to live with for the rest of his life, alongside the fact that inhabitants in the city corrupt its veins with bloodshed on a routine. with criminals running rampant underneath the blackening skies, it’s hard for taeyong to pretend that he’s not living in a pandemonium. still, he has to make do. again, he has to make do. and so, continuing working he does, even when at the back of his mind is the shallow conscious thoughts that he might hand cups of coffee towards those guilty. it doesn’t matter anymore at this point. not after he’s given up his nis training two years ago.

he doesn’t realize the presence of his so-called best friend, ten, until the other boy approaches him. from behind the counter, he offers a pleasant smile. the question brightens his expression, temples crinkled in the grin. “hey,” he greets back. “work has been good! quite a lot of customers today, so it’s going well.” at the other’s order, he hums and moves in a rapid succession to grab the chocolate chip muffin, putting it on a piece of paper to heat it for a while. in the midst of the wait, he prepares ten’s drink, movements almost calculated yet automatic. he’s done this for years, after all, and his bodily responses are quick considering the practices he’s been exposed to since he was a child. and when both are ready, he presents the plate and coffee to ten. when he’s inquired in regards to the end of his shift, he glances at the watch on his wrist. “in about three minutes, actually,” he says, chuckling. “i can join you shortly. enjoy your coffee and muffin, then maybe we can grab some dinner later if you’d like.”

— before sunset

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hello, hello! this is rosé, again, bringing my second child, lee taeyong! i also happen to play zero, so i’m not entirely brand new in the roleplay. this kid right here is much more approachable and genuine compared to zero; he’s a civilian, who works as a barista at his family owned café and a dancer at the local studio. he’s also studying in myeongcho university under the arts major ( right now, the specific is undefined, but he might pursue dance ) in his second year because although he’s twenty-two, he took nis training for two years, which will be explained under the cut. he’s also an ex-ulzzang, and did some modelling growing up on the island. also, yes, he has the superior silver hair — say hi to your local jack frost until his scalp burns. without further ado, please like this to plot with this shy bean! i’m also reachable via twitter and discord, so please ask for any of those! trigger warning ahead includes night terrors, insinuation to violence, age gap relationships.

he was born and raised in myeongcho, but prior to that, his parents met in the us. his father was a cia agent that dealt with international syndicates for quite a few years before meeting his mother, and they have quite an age gap. his father did not immediately stop the work after the meeting even when they were dating, until he lost some comrades in a large-scaled ambush by the syndicate known as ouroboros ( yes, if you followed zero’s arc maybe, zero did work for this syndicate ).

his father packed his bag after confessing to her about everything, and decided to start anew where she came from, which was myeongcho. giving up his american citizenship because he wanted nothing to do with that life anymore, he built a quaint café in myeongcho after taeyong was born.

taeyong did not know about his father’s origins and background until he was older, so basically, he was innocent until then. unaware of the gang lives here, but his father actually trained him to use weapons, so he’s not completely clueless. also martial arts, but he liked dancing more. his passion for dance showed up early, so he was enrolled in ballet and jazz classes. he also showed excellence in academic skills and some non-academic, like arts. the only thing that plagued him as a child was the night terrors, but as he grew up, this issue dissipated.

growing up as a pretty boy, many started to follow his sns accounts, so he became an accidental ulzzang of some sort. he was offered small modelling gigs as well, but never actually became one full-fledged model. his father disclosed the past during this time, too, intriguing him to follow his father’s footsteps even with his father’s tacit disapproval. he enlisted in nis training at the age of eighteen, and eventually returned to myeongcho from seoul at twenty because he decided he didn’t have that sense of justice in him.

he’s neutral at best, but he can fight back for himself and the people he cares about. that’s enough for him. he doesn’t meddle in gang people, treating them all the same. doesn’t side with the mpd either. morally somewhat light grey. he’s also working for his father while continuing with his hobbies. still popular for his pretty boy look ( did get scouted four times in seoul by entertainment agents ), but he’s quite shy. a bit awkward too, so please help his soul.