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hannie-dul-set · 4 years

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your face lit up upon seeing the message on your phone. despite your objections, jaehyun had insisted on picking you up and taking you home today (you had told him that if he were to drop you off after your date later, it'd take him almost an hour to get back home. to which he responded with "it's okay as long as i'd get to spend more time with you" which resulted in you nearly dropping your phone). after giving yourself one last check-up in front the mirror, you had finally opted to go downstairs.

now, seeing jaehyun in the usual suit and tie ensemble was undeniably heart-stopping, but seeing him in a plain black shirt and jeans? now that was something else. you had told him the night prior to wear something casual, and that was probably the best decision you've ever made thus far.

he was leaning on his car, a coat loosely hanging off of his shoulder and attention drilled on his phone. noticing your nearing presence, he quickly shut off the device, eyes gleaming and dimples appearing.

"you're here."

it was around four in the afternoon, the sky rendering a beautiful brilliant blue. patches of little white clouds littered the heaven's canvas, and the sun's glare showered directly on jaehyun's face.

"indeed i am," you laughed, finding your spot directly in front of him. jaehyun's gaze lingered on you a little longer, a light wash of pink painting his pale cheeks. you raised a brow, expecting him to say something but he only stifled out a cough, quickly scrambling to open the front door of his car for you.

"after you," he stuttered out, attempting to keep his composure. jaehyun was nervous— not because of you, but instead it's because the whole concept of going out for mere pleasure had been foreign to him since he was sixteen. you'd actually been a source of comfort for him; even if he embarks on the unkown, it would seem like nothing with your presence alone.

you thanked him before entering, and shortly thereafter he followed.

"so, where exactly are you taking us, miss y/n?" jaehyun asked you but his attention remained on the road before him.

"you'll see when we get there, jae— oh, you should go left from here," and so he did. the next couple of minutes went on like that— you giving him directions, and him attacking you with questions regarding your destination (you refused to answer any of them, of course). after a while, a large ferris wheel can into view as well as vague sounds of boisterous merrymaking.

"jaehyun, we're almost there!" you gushed in delight, slightly bouncing in your seat as you gleamed at the distant sight before you and jaehyun couldn't help but smile at your honeyed excitement.

the car had landed in the the parking lot, prompting you to go out. but before you could open the car door, jaehyun swiftly left his seat, jogged over to your side, and opened the door for you. he extended his hand for you to grab and you couldn't contain your laughter.

"such a gentleman," with a painted smile on your face, you placed your hand on his as you exited the vehicle.

you looked up to jaehyun to see if he was just as eager as you to try all of the rides and games, but his expression remained unreadable. a question came into thought, so you tugged on the short sleeve of his shirt, prompting the male's attention.

the wide grin on you refused to falter even as you neared the park's entrance. there was a spring in your step as you walked and your enthusiasm only grew once you saw the endless colorful booths and stalls lining up from the entrance.

"jae, have you ever been to an amusement park before?"

"a few times, yes," he answered, a somber feeling tracing his features. "but it was a quite long time ago so i don't really remember what it's like."

a frown appeared surfaced after hearing his response. being bred into a family that garnered such a reputation undeniably brought about an immense amount of pressure, so you weren't surprised that jaehyun gave up his childhood so early in order to live up to expectations of dozens and dozens of nameless people. you'd made the right decision of bringing him to the amusement park today— maybe through this he'd be able to relive what he had long forgotten.

"well then," you quickly stood before him, blocking his path to move forward. with your new found determination, you quickly grabbed his hand, eliciting a look of confusion from the tall male. "i'll help you remember."

with a swift tug of his wrist, you ran, jaehyun dragging behind you. "miss y/n, slow down—"

"keep up, jaehyun! or else i might leave you in the dust!" you sang, a wide smile spread on your lips. at first, jaehyun was caught in a daze, but with a quick shake of his head and chimes laughter leaving his lips, he suddenly overtook took your speed.

"keep up, miss y/n."

he teased, your positions switching in a blink of an eye. jaehyun's hair flew with the wind— you couldn't see his face, but you just know that he was beaming, and that alone made you swell with joy.

the afternoon went by rather quickly. after running around the park for a while, you two decided to try out the games first— and dear god, you were met with an entirely new side of jung jaehyun.

"miss y/n, do you mind stepping away for a while?"

"oh, sure," quickly, you scurried away from him, finding a spot a few steps away from the jaehyun.

in front of you two was a punch machine, glaring at you with its red and yellow lights. you had just left from the one of the shooting games where you both failed miserably, causing jaehyun to be a bit dejected. you had told him that it was most likely rigged, but the male swore that he'd regain his dignity. when you glanced up at him to see how he's holding up, and you couldn't help your amusement— jaehyun's brows were in a furrow, face in frozen ice. the fact that he was taking this so seriously was absolutely adorable.

a small crowd of children had formed around you, and you could see that the worker in charge of the game was getting impatient (jaehyun started stretching a bit, and you could tell that the guy was this close to kicking you out).

with a few swift steps and the swing of an arm—

bam.

952.

the small crowd started clapping, and the first thing jaehyun did was look at you— face glowing with a smile that looked as if he had just won the whole world. the way his cheeks lifted and eyes disappeared strung a different kind of chord inside of you. springing from the ground, you leaped towards him, arms spread to capture him in an embrace.

"jaehyun, holy shit, that's a new record!" you squealed, rupturing a wave of confusion from jaehyun. his right arm ended up wrapping around your waist and his opposite palm was resting on your head which was buried in his chest. like earlier, his bewilderment quickly washed away and his voice broke out a chuckle. you looked up, only to see him staring at you with stars in his eyes.

"i told you i'd make up for my loss."

"you didn't have to, but i'm proud of you anyways."

after trying out most of the games and rides (as well as a second run at the viking, due to jaehyun's insistence), the light sky was replaced with the star-studded breath of the night. the lights hanging all over the park were shining— casting dozens of colors all over. the two had just gotten down from your ride from the ferris wheel. although the ride was spent primarily in silence while admiring the atmosphere and scenery before you, it wasn't at all awkward. instead, there was comfort lingering in the air inside the tiny box you two were enclosed in.

shortly thereafter you found yourselves eating dinner at the nearby boardwalk with the sight of the light-stained waters in front of you, and before you knew it the night was finally over. at 9:32 pm, you were already on yout ride back home— the card ride composing of you blaring one of jaehyun's playlists at full volume and singing your hearts out (at that instance, you had found out that jaehyun's voice was nothing less than heavenly and you had complained as to why he'd never told you before). moments later, the facade of your apartment building came into view, signalling the end of your date.

with the same routine as earlier, he had opened the door for you, hands pressed tightly together and showing no signs of letting go.

"i had fun today," you breathed out. the thoughtless grins on your faces mirrored each other, along with the enraptured adoration spiraling in your eyes. "so did you, i hope. if not, then i'd be really sad."

the streetlights and the stars were the only things lighting up the area, but everything suddenly became brighter when you heard the soft laughter slipping from jaehyun's pink tinted lips. "you being sad would be the last thing i'd want, miss y/n."

the cold wind nipped at your skin, causing you to hold onto jaehyun's hand tighter. as much as you didn't want to, you had to head back inside. it was already getting late and you still had work tomorrow morning.

"i should get going, jae," you spoke, earning a nod of understanding from the male. hesitantly, he slipped his hand off of yours, a glimpse of disappointment hinting at his features before being replaced once more with his dimpled smile.

"i'll wait until you get inside before i make my leave."

"alright, alright," you laughed, a gentle rose flushing you cheeks. "text me when you get home, okay?"

jaehyun nodded once more and you finally decided to head inside. once at the entrance, however, you turned your heels to see if he was still there, and indeed he was— standing alone under the coldness of the night, just because he wants to see you safely get inside. you see his expression— confused as to why you weren't opening the door yet, and suddenly you felt your heart jump in a giddy flight. your eyes met and you briskly scurried to unlock the door, lightly smacking on of your cheeks in attempts to calm the blazing red storm going about. you swung it open, but before you finally entered, a sudden thought went inside your head.

lips pressed together, you hesitated, but then ultimately decided

fuck it.

you swiveled around to face jaehyun again and you wordlessly speeded towards him, legs moving in a haste, the air gusting against you. he was flustered with you suddenly standing before him, and it didn't help his case when you looked up to him with your face flushed. without giving jaehyun any opportunity to speak, you sprung on your toes, quickly pressing a fluttering kiss on his jaw.

"goodnight, jaehyun!"

and just like that you ran inside, leaving jaehyun in a coral stained daze. he heard the door to your apartment building closing, and he snapped out. he shook his head, laughing to himself, before getting inside his car.

"goodnight."

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bts-sexy-reads2 · 7 years

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Live Life Golden Part 10

Jungkook x reader

Warnings: strong language

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He was a graduate of the elite class, inherited billions from his father, and lived the life of an international playboy. (y/n) came into his life and made him question it all.

Weeks went by after that night. When jungkook was home we would just pass by each other, eyes watching our movements with hungry and confused eyes but would then focus back on the task at hand. We hardly spoke and when we did it would be at a dinner with a donator when I have to act like the perfect like girlfriend I needed to be.

I had my parents file to myself now. I sat in my bedroom, folding laundry, listening to music and flipping through the many pages. My eyes burned with the want to cry but I've already seen everything i need to see in here enough to know that i didnt need to cry anymore. I knew everything i need to know on their deaths.

I was starting to feel a little more at ease, especially when jungkook was out there destroying his father behind his back. I knew that justice was coming soon, i could feel it-

"(y/n) open the door!" Jungkooks voice called behind my bedroom door. I jumped to my feet and quickly threw the door open.

"Jungkook whats wrong-." My voice is silenced as he cups his hand over my lips, closing the door quickly. My heart raced to the worry and fear that was in his eyes. His cheek was bleeding and was purple, his knuckles were red as well. "Jungkook what is happening-."

"There are people in the house looking for you and i. Get that file and we need to leave now." He spoke in a deep tone as he ran to my bedroom window and threw it open. He hissed at the long jump to the ground from my bedroom window but luckily it wasnt too far up. I did what he said and gathered the file, my eyes flicking on the dead eyes of my parents one last time before running by his side. "Jump now." He said pushing out the screen protector on the window.

My eyes drank in the dark night sky and the distance from the window to the ground. I hated heights always have. "Jungkook i cant-."

"Theres music coming from in this room!"

An unknown voice screamed and the sounds of boots were echoing. Jungkook sighed and held onto my arm tightly, climbing out the window with me as well. "Close your eyes and jump. i got you." He whispered again my ear and I did as he said. I let my weight fall with his own, my eyes opening seconds before we hit the ground. My ankles sizzled with pain as i landed on my feet. "Run." He grunted grabbing my hand with his tightly and running towards the driveway.

"Jungkook those guys-."

"Not now (y/n)." He groaned pulling me through the night and to the nearest car in the driveway that wasn't his own, luckily when he opened the door the keys were still in the ignition. "Fuckers." He scoffed fingering for me to climb into the passenger seat.

"over here!!" men screamed making my senses fall into complete worry and shock as i climbed into the passenger seat and covered my ears. I was going back to that night. The night when the car flipped, my heart was racing like now, there was screaming like now, and tires that skidded like now.

"Im getting you out of here, dont worry." Jungkook breathed as he pulled onto the road quickly, the sounds of bullets hitting the car made my body twitch and soft screams leave my trembling lips.

"J-j-jungkook whats happening?" I questioned with a shaky voice as i finally pulled-out of my pathetic stance and buckled my seat belt, watching as jungkook broke all type of laws to get on the highway as fast as he could. There was a high chance that cars were following us. But as I turned around to look I saw nothing but open road. "Jungkook talk to me-."

"Can we just get somewhere safe first?" he hissed cupping his side, look at his and then back on the road several times. "Fuck." He grunted and all i saw was red.

I've felt this before, the horror and pain that came through my body as I watched the blood ooze out of his fingertips. He was shot... Bleeding out as we tried to escape, and I just sat there and did nothing.

I saw her again... My mother. The blood that oozed from between her eyesballs as the life left her eyes. I was the last thing she saw, the last name that rolled off her lips was mine... I swallowed roughly as Jungkook turned onto the highway, grunting in pain as he floored it and sent my body into the seat.

"J-j-jungkook we need to go to the hospital-."

"No." He spoke flatly as he pressed harder against his wound and screamed, my body flinched to his pain and I wanted to take the steering wheel in my hand and drive us to the hospital. "I know where we can go." Was all he said and he floored it even more.

We returned to Mr.Johnathans home, the one with the beautiful flowers in his garden. I could remember that day so well. All the flashing cameras, jungkooks hand around my waist, people asking if I was his girlfriend... That day I was so overwhelmed but when I saw the beautiful flowers; my mind was at ease.

"He's a partner in taking down my father."

"But didn't someone just rat you out and that's why we're being chased..." I brought to mind as I eyes jungkooks bleeding figure, his eyes widening with realization with what I just said.

"Oh well let's hope we don't walk in here and die then..." Jungkook teased yet there was complete seriousness in his tone.

"Jungkook are your serious?" I groaned as I jumped out of the car first and ran to his side to help him out of the car. He moaned and groaned as I held his heavy body with an arm. We limped the whole way to the front door, the crickets of the night hissing in my ears as my min burned with thoughts. "You're not dying on me okay?" I spoke as I rang the doorbell to the giant door looking at a drifting Jungkook. "Press on that as hard as you can." I ordered, pressing my hand with his own.

"I-I'm okay..." He spoke silently but I knew he was far from it

"Oh jungkook- Get in here." Johnathan's butler answered the door dragging the two of us inside. His eyes widened as I handed Jungkook to him completely. "What happened to him-."

"His father tried to kill him, we need to get him to a hospital-."

"No we don't." A dark voice spoke as he entered the entrance area, hair combed back and pajamas on. "(y/n) nice to see you again, sad It had to be like this though-." Johnathan muttered as he rolled his sleeves up and reached for Jungkook. I flinched earning a smile from Johnathan, "Don't worry I'll take care of him, Leo go get (Y/n) some tea." He nodded his head towards the butler that opened the door earlier, shock still on his face but he quickly did what he was told.

"This way." Leo muttered grabbing my arm tightly and dragging me towards the kitchen, I struggled as I watched Jungkook and Johnathan limp away to an unkown section of the house. All I could think about was what jungkook was saying to me before we went in. what if Johnathan was against his plan and was just going to kill jungkook.

"Wait I have to be with him." I struggled harder, tearing my arm form leo's. "Johnathan wait up!" I yelled running towards the two and grabbing on Jungkooks other arm, quickly pressing my hand to his wound seeing that both his arms were now not available him. I flinched to the warm beating wound, blood oozing onto my fingers, I swallowed my fear and anxiety as I looked at Jungkook's pale face. "I'm not leaving him with you."

My words were more bitter than intended but I couldn't help it with that sour thought still on my mind. I cant lose jungkook... Not when my parents freedom was on the line. At least that was what I thought. But as I watched him groan in pain and be placed on the nearest sofa, my heart clenched... "(y/n).." Jungkook muttered reaching for my hand to which I quickly gave him, not caring how much blood was on my clothes and fingers.

I squeezed his cold hand as Johnathan rummaged around for stuff mumbling to himself. "Jungkook the second you don't feel safe, let me know okay?" I whispered as I stared in his eyes. He was blinking slowly. "Don't fall asleep."

"You need to- to take the file-."

"Nope, don't start with that 'you're on your own now' shit jungkook." I argued as my throat burned and tears kissed the corners of my eyes. "You're not dying so shut the fuck up." I begged leaning forward and kissing him softly.

He smiled softly as I pulled away from him, tears streaming down my face now. "I thought I told you to not fall in love with me." He smirked as I pulled away from him, and Johnathan replaced me, working on him now.

I bit the inside of my cheek as I watched silently. no one every said I loved you, you idiot.... I sighed as I stepped out of the room to be met with Leo. He handed me to warm cup of tea and I thanked him only to walked towards to familiar place I knew in this place; the flower maze. I hissed as the cold wind roamed over my heated body.

That day was a nice day... Jungkook walked hand in hand with me, bothering me on my personal life and then took a picture of me. I chuckled to myself as I recalled all the hateful messages that were threw my way and jungkooks as well. I wonder if he still talks to the girls he use to fuck... I shook my head form my thought seeing that it pained me a little. "whatever, its not my life."

I couldn't understand why I was so upset at the moment. It could just be because I was watching another person I would consider 'close to me' die. And the fact that I was now being hunted as well by his father. I was just filled with so many emotions I didn't know how to control myself anymore. And that's probably why I cried and kissed him... To maybe give him some of the comfort he gave me last night? "I don't know..."

I answered myself as I leaned against the doorframe and stared at the soft colors of the flowers in the dark night. "Would you be jealous if they saw us kiss?" I bit the inside of my cheeks again as I thought of the first time I was here, jungkook previously teased me on the idea that we would have to kiss in front of people. Then I would never imagine putting my lips on his... but now... Now I kiss him when he's bleeding out in front of me for selfish reasons.

"Fuck." I swallowed the last of the tea and entered the house again. "Leo I finished my te-." My voice is silenced as I come face to face with leo being held against some large mans chest, gun against his temple.

"Where's Jeon-."

"Don't tell him (y/n)!" Leo is silenced from his outburst as the gun is fired against his head, blood coloring the beautiful white floors as the man stepped up to my frozen body now, stepping over leo like an object in the way.

"I'm not-." I silenced as a large hand wraps around my throat and I'm lifted into the air. I tangle my feet as my lungs burn, eyes burning and head beginning to hurt. My eyes caught of two figures moving silently in the background, one holding the other up. jungkook and Johnathan...

Jungkook struggled as he looked at me, Johnathan tugging on him out the front door. I was being left... was I okay with this? Guess I had no choice... Jungkook was going to get out of here. He was going to survive and save my parents name... At least that was what I was going to tell myself.

I was becoming cold now, the laughing strong figure that held me, voice falling silent to my deaf ears now. I smiled softly with my last breath as I thought of my mother. I was so warm right now.... So warm and silent. I felt like I was between my parents again, hands wrapped around me tightly whispering soft words in my ears. Talking about trips that were going to be taken as soon as we had the money...

"mom, dad..."

The image fades as everything comes flooding back to me. vision still blurry, hearing hardly anything, but my body heaved sucking in as much as air as I could hold. My whole body was buzzing as if I fell asleep on my arm in the middle of the night. There was a loud pop of something and then another blurred body tugging at my limp one.

"I'm not leaving you either."

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luvcolorhuikj · 5 years

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Love is the thing with colors

by Hui Kj

PROLOGUE

Queen Lau ruled the women of District Orange with grace and youth. She birthed the princess of the white void to be hidden in normalities, vastly unknown by the mass women, but simply as Au - keeper of the library, ergo the centerpiece of the hallways and the religion of D.O. There was no war in the white void, and no collisions with what differed - there were only women and there was only knowledge of peace - although, Queen Lau was the daughter of the goddess Eve; the idealization of purity and individuality.

Eve fled the desert with her daughter Lau and walked into the light of the sky to be seen no longer by animals or the soon leaders of threatening places. To be of nature in single and to clone flesh and processes infinitely and with ease. Everyone - white, straight hair - pale orange eyes, and a hidden language parallel with the opposite void that was not found or learned - but birthed into Au with a sibling vessel. She had a pressing mischief that made her vastly different than her mother and the girls in her academy. This language is doom to resolution yet a centerpiece of creation for the time, and her mind has not been centered with tongue; ergo she stutters and the vowel sounds are twisted and prolonged. All the other women spoke a simple language of gentleness with no new concepts - but repetition and contentment.

The princess of D.O., although treated as a regularity and thought of herself as an average white, hallway student - with a special library privilege in time and having the distribution process as her job, and was keenly interested in language and voids in general right from her birth. The Queen immediately took action and cut her off browsing complexities.

Au could not have a roommate, could not have a friend. The only dialogue she maintained in was the library distribution check-outs, and the occasionally meeting with her mother - but Au, in the unknown of her family line - always thought she was in trouble with Queen Lau because she was the curious type - and she knew about some of the books that were in restricted cases in some orange storage room. This was mostly labeled and disguised as fiction written by The Queen - and not even the disciples or managers of the Orange District knew such things as differences.

Au glossed over concepts of daughters and sons, animals portrayed as werewolves, time management, weapons, plants, cloning processes, and of course - very vaguely and without literal depiction - colors. She learned of Eve and the garden, the Queen’s devotion to a God, and a great deal of lies hidden to keep everyone in the white void at ease. She sat in the back of classes when she wasn’t in the library - the bell alerts in the white hallways, and a vastness of rooms with white charging systems to maintain a peaceful aura.

Queen Lau had a yearning desire to keep Au out of the orange storage room - but she knew the princess would become more powerful than her. She didn’t need classes - she need not help anyone but herself. The Queen started tracking her essays on cooperations and she had a certain flow yet unsteadiness - ergo Cablasay soon to burst out of her, and she saved little paragraphs stolen from when she snuck in, until barriers were put up to stand private.

For Au, the hardship began - new filing techniques, discussions with head disciples - even though they could barely note the vibrant and chaotic diction spoken by the princess - more isolation from fellow academy girls, realizing royalty, and the study of a powerful God. There is another void. . .

The void of black was without comfort and deliberately evacuated from everything that is peaceful. There was no happiness, but only paranoia of foreign affairs. God cursed the male race and were left with turmoil and violence to be all reaction as the option till further notice. There is training, aiming to the falsities of possible intruders - domination and utter rampage if challenged. They did not know the kindness of light, and the easiness of gentle customs. They were not at war but were in treacherous, evil boredom, and violence was the task at hand to devote victory in every aspect claiming that duty and war was the skill to develop.

Yet, there was a boy: B, who was mathematically gifted and could foresee weakness in the cooperations in play from a dozen points of view. He was to preserve the boys of the academy and watch with alertness; whether they were a disorientation to the masses or if they were merely out of line in any case. The prince, B without knowing his royalty, is the security outline for all of District Black, and he kept a close eye through his technology habitat in the upper, surveillance room. Communication politics was at the utmost importance. The eyes of B was to examine progress by the students and to watch there movements all the way into their bedrooms - tracking anything abnormal, ranking skills, upgrading weapons, and times and placements relevant to scheduled drills.

His task got tiresome and B would surf the system seeking further education with histories. The grey bars of info, but the Ltn. above his shoulders - he learned an isolating unity of freedom when discovering anger was a demonic cycling, bringing the void nowhere near real progress - he wanted to be heard and seen as something not violent but pressing on the matter of intellectual appliances. Cablasay came to B; pure - hoping mindset of something else that could give him the idea of exploration and nuance of newness. The grey screens showing the placements of the academy boys, and the hallways - B typed programs, as a journal, in this language that was only recognizable by him.

The Ltn. found this data and had him briefed with the generals of the black void - pressing on the ideas of abstraction to not be taken seriously but the training and idealization of domination that was described as completely necessary. Little did they know, something was coming, and B was getting closer to the more than true story that would end this race.

Young B was lonely in the security room at this point - no friends and no new satisfactions; similarly opening and closing doors behind backs and shoulders everyday, marking actions, and making sure no one was out of line, which now he sees as the solution that is completely necessary. He kept his thoughts in his mind. Is there anyone else out there?

!!,//]->,`010011\-,/‘!! - (ZHUM) -

1. Kerna Serna ! CODE BLUE ! CODE BLUE ! ‘Go now Au - through that door - the path, through the door! Go on! Go on!’

2. ‘Go B! Go! To the door! We have failed you; you go now! You will meet her there! With heart!’

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As the royals made there way to the opus of exits, and to leave their home voids - the doors to be opened in the first time in a trillion years apart from the makers at the exact point of their creation - by God himself. God has snapped his finger and the voids have caved in and vanished. The only survivors: the spell broken, separation no longer. The hidden language, now to be explored and used in unity.

Criss cross, infinity landscape - eye to eye - yin yang - good - two doors, closed - silence - sky is open - love closing in - the affairs and mischief gone - they do a dance with their eyes - shed a tear or two - new animals - touch - lay down - blue sky - blue blood touching with skin cooling together then warming - some time - in forever - now, a boy: Kezay.

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Whoah there, Life slave to powerful Time Travel blue eyes to the ceiling bed thoughts modern importance I get up morning injection resurrection for redirection the sky went numb inspiration at the dose vision exploration looking out the window vhuht ihez ghowienfg ahowen rose and sunflower configuration in my veins dreams I have dwell on some spectacle that I can not recall but very much breathing in my brain at nights alone with the light shining in some lamp post some attic breathing in shadows I don’t go up there but know the depths are worth as much as I pour into I don’t have pictures of my family or anything but love memorial words e whuihp zhum fhuorehvfeur where do I come from all alone in treacherous misconceptions the self indulgence is to seek something like stems on fire or a lake at a park the parks spark a dark part which I do so indulge in take me with you I want to know about this darkness and the light that reflects maybe the clouds take form and spell my name Kezay like a dream come true maybe the blue ——- And I wake up to the four houses gone now around me in a quick vanish as the sun a centimeter peeked and am trapped in a small room in the desert with only a tall tree in front. Why is my identity racing the evil I once possessed? Absolute Zero, again….

CHAPTER 1 - Think Yellow

Flutter fog-blur, and summer rain is halloween. Being that two sets of eyes peer and observe me (paranoia)_, that I can feel behind my shoulder at this moment, and they are not in control. The side-side pan grey flutter, go ‘waywayway from my window, and bother me no more while I am here in this desert. As long as the two birds sing, I did my best. The reel bought new of this year 1985 via operator and an entertainment for an empathizer viewer in a theatre, me a subject in the kitchen now. The sun shines.

It is a 24 period cycle, but o0o0o0 it is some dog collar, repath english. Row F5, the only one there besides a man up-top reading a newspaper in the control room. They are both at my suspicion and it is only a blur-pan that I pretend not to see, and it thumps vibrations in the kitchen or outside my house that I bet is their breathe or sighs - the Host Company is unknown, a random showcase to me, and they are not my creator, and control is unkown. The cycle is a relevant thought because there is recollections of the end of the world when awakened by my clock with a new scenery and nothing remembered. Two cats jump up onto the counter while I slice fruits and stare out into the infinite desert with the one tree that is quite lively but no gust, there are only a red and blue bird on the branches and something growing.

The visual sensation came from nowhere (yellow, growing object); must of been an angel that knew my dreams. *ZAP* Okay strawberry and banana smoothie. It’s not a family. It’s not a best friend. It’s a technician and a person at stand-by: two strangers with a disturbing gaze on me and my surroundings, a curiosity both ways. My two cats see without speculation, and are frantic.

Starvation creeps in and the yellow balloon came to my life and it asked how I like my steak (??) - the telepathy power mustered, ‘Well doc, not a rare education!’ And the wind picked up and there’s not transportation, I am locked in this house and am only with a window view. I go for my fix with my eyes, and the balloon untied to the tree breathed and I whispered to follow up: ‘anti christ?’ The balloon shrunk, out of sight, up the sky, and to the sun - and there was no answer. The boy speaks tragedy, ‘Give it time, fool…’ and the wind suddenly stopped and I drank my smoothie. No food, just smoothies every 00:45 after a new balloon appears attached to the branch randomly and always leaves off and away, than the smoothie all over again.

If I keep track of the balloons it eases my mind. As I gasp from the powerful life in my body, I am grateful - and here appears another yellow balloon, number 2 with the sun-hiss-roar congruent and white hairs on my head now derived. Curiouser as it goes, I feel powerless like my world is only hopeful when gazing outside the window, and as I stand up to go to the door: it is locked and I let my head hit the door with a all-natural dose of humbleness. The tree is actually quite beautiful and what a blessing it is. There is no memory of the second society collapsed for me and I was left inside to hide or I guess to wait and die. Two new birds fly onto the tree, and the sun starts to travel downward some and the color I found love and hope in was going away.

The birds make sounds. And the room stays the same, the day closing - this cycle is of minimal function and the breathes from the Outside of the huge desert bubble diminishes and the fluttering is left to one: the lady steps out of the theatre - and the man has had feet kicked up but now moving around - the theatre hit a time mark and I heard rattling; as the darkness overtook the night, the theatre is vacant, and I was left alone in a pitch black mass, and I am lonely which seems to be the idea - taking one last sip.

The cats are on the couch playing. I start muttering in a tongue - this is new, and now feel like there will be a rain storm or the tree would fall; the birds left now, but as I spoke to the ceiling there were withdrawals and I imagined being held by a figure that sort of looked like me. Then there was a knock at my door, and this time - in disbelief - there was a fresh envelope in the dark outside that slid under the door to be read right then and there on the spot - my legs frozen and hardly a breathe at all.

It read,

‘Perfect shoes for the job, perfect attire for the job, perfect but very much wished for tragedies in my repertoire, and all i want is to stop. all i want is to stop everything, to be alone. And if it all freezes i want the rainfall to keep going, and i want the people to keep moving. as you have noticed by moving, there are so many things. what will you stick in your pocket? It’s amazing right there, and breathtaking here. . .isn’t it? It is!!! And things are all right? no... right? Little experiments can get really needy, every little thing can insist on it being endlessly valuable. And no matter how terrible that is - what you somehow go back to - you can still look at it, anytime you go back.

And why would that thing ever tell you to look away when its only making it feel pretty?’

It started to rain, or is it God crying? Here we go….

Teheaih izoihlayzshun wieilhl naihet keiaill mehiegh

,//]->,`010011\-,/‘ (ZHUM)

CHAPTER 2 - Think Brown

I asked myself about schedule. ‘Yes, Thursday should work perfectly - see ya then. Thanks for today.’ She took her hand to my hair, brushed her lips on my face, and when she drifted down, away from our eye-contact, into the subway tunnel, we were both smiling. I was of a dream that destiny allowed me to weave thru.

Thru the crowds, how could I not feel this universe for me for now finally connected? If my beliefs are challenged than I latch onto nothing, find a path thru the people relevant to progress but with personal options allowed to resurface in a millisecond in a mode that is not against any direction at all but absolutely still in point A, and the millisecond steady with my surroundings accepted just as they are. I feel light, giddy, and open. If here comes a clown: oh, here comes a clown now on the sidewalk - messy hair, colorful rainbow clothes. You and happiness, me and happiness: the car lights as circus, and the 2007 world, the technology for memory // Goodbye now active, group wonder! I knew you were not evil. Do I fear evil? The parade of stardust souls are a productive circle: okay! As I make my way indoors at my apartment, my blackberry vibrates: ’I’ll see you Thursday. Coffee? - Ash.’

Incoming, surprising and unsettling set back that will require some learning; bad dream with a dark and unpleasant, morning outcome. My cat woke me on the floor, with terror sweats and yet a random craving to smell any and all flowers. The tv was buzzing an argument from a terrifying soap-opera scene with yelling and violence. I flipped it off and fell back to the floor with my hands reaching up to the sky due to the feeling of being pushed, pulled, and torn away from self control, ergo exhaustion from a long night of a troublesome amount of voodoo demons entering my brain and now causing me a great deal of anxiety and stress: I walk to the bathroom for a shower. Man, now my reality has been shaken.

I could not bring myself to look in the mirror, no doubt I was pale and deranged but the haunting shapes of body or objects is just too overwhelming now - the shower is running and the tile is cool so I let my body collapse to the floor once more. My shadow is lost from the light but paranoia touches my shoulders for a moment and shivers run around so much. My cat’s paw is reaching underneath the door crack, and then I get up and put my head underneath the water. What if all that blooms molded, struck dead?

My best friend Malcom used to say, ‘Kezay, you do not have to start a fire to burn your toast.’ And if we were to feed ducks he would try to swim. My life is a witness to flowers, and they are vibrant with power - beauty is not luck, it is everything and in everything for a reason to catch you when you fall. The friends I have and the people that have cleared my gloomy days with sunshine, just being who they are, is how glee maneuvers into a soul to be changed and different forever. I use to hang out at his neighborhood fountain park; taking pictures and all. When we got high and he was there too: he kissed me on the lips. Wuiehit iaein teuieh whrorieild?

If anything, the evil one is me. All wonder is there and here, but they mold together making them very bizarre and unrecognizable. My family is across the country, my old friends have new paths, and I am here almost crying, now crying in an overwhelmed body and mind. Maybe the world is waiting for me to make the spectacle, or being free is just freeing yourself - standing up with a goal in mind. Thoughts are glowing different shades, and matching them or latching onto them is essential - and it is just situational. I know love can happen.

The television is roaring laughter, and I was my face in the bathroom while the toast is doing so in the kitchen. I jot down in a notebook: ‘2007 Boston Circus: Prealien Spree, Opening night.’ I could love myself: the clown, clown, clown, clown….chaotic colors and terrifying confusion, but I know I am paranoid. God, smite these demons - show me genuine goodness and part the abstractions into a manageable design. I look in the mirror and my telephone rings. Maybe I will never be understood, but I know there is good. ‘Hello.’ And that is when I realized I would not fear the coffee scenario wearing a plain, colorless shirt and I would embrace the vibrations of the world and of my friend Ashely, regardless if the world was ending in a terrifying way - I have faith.

She wore orange and smelled like flowers: connected once again; love is the thing with colors - from nothing to something, from terror to optimistic spectrum.

E Whuiehp, e whuiehp.

,//]->,`010011\-,/‘ (ZHUM)

CHAPTER 3 - Think Blue

Outside the church in the year 1904, I am a woman - not a woman - a woman, or I love a woman. Her baby stopped his crying, now in my arms while the choir sings inside, ‘Glory to God! Glory to God!’

We sit under the one tall tree on the side of the building that is all on a small hill - looking out to infinite land and the openness is breathtaking and peaceful. The babe lays on his back and points up: a cat stuck in a tree, purring; not frightened. The baby makes a soft sound, and God speaks and reminds me how I have disregarded the lion. The Lord says, ‘Feiehgeur teieh paeeiuhteh, goeiuhdhn!’ I look out and up to the vastness of the sky, and I could talk back.

She was unfaithful with our bond years and years ago, and we are back together, now with her son outside to calm the crying away from distracting the ongoing service inside the church - but the baby still staring up at the cat, calm. The man I want to be keeps patience and empathy close - my selfishness will not infect anything anymore and I will be grateful. Pressure arises in our universe and life may be troublesome, but I somehow feel hopefulness in the air. Thank you Lord.

I whisper to the sky: zhum, zhum, zhum, zhum.

I hear: zhum.

,//]->,`010011\-,/‘ (RE: VOID) code 645372 (love, rainbow)

fin

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loveittwcolors · 5 years

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Love is the thing with colors

by Hui Kj

PROLOGUE

Queen Lau ruled the women of District Orange with grace and youth. She birthed the princess of the white void to be hidden in normalities, vastly unknown by the mass women, but simply as Au - keeper of the library, ergo the centerpiece of the hallways and the religion of D.O. There was no more war in the white void, and no collisions with what differed - there were only women and there was only knowledge of peace - although, Queen Lau was the daughter of the goddess Eve; the idealization of purity and individuality.

!!,//]->,`010011\-,/‘!! - (ZHUM) -

1. Kerna Serna ! CODE BLUE ! CODE BLUE ! ‘Go now Au - through that door - the path, through the door! Go on! Go on!’

2. ‘Go B! Go! To the door! We have failed you; you go now! You will meet her there! With heart!’

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CHAPTER 1 - Think Yellow

It read,

And why would that thing ever tell you to look away when its only making it feel pretty?’

It started to rain, or is it God crying? Here we go….

Teheaih izoihlayzshun wieilhl naihet keiaill mehiegh

,//]->,`010011\-,/‘ (ZHUM)

CHAPTER 2 - Think Brown

She wore orange and smelled like flowers: connected once again; love is the thing with colors - from nothing to something, from terror to optimistic spectrum.

E Whuiehp, e whuiehp.

,//]->,`010011\-,/‘ (ZHUM)

CHAPTER 3 - Think Blue

I whisper to the sky: zhum, zhum, zhum, zhum.

I hear: zhum.

,//]->,`010011\-,/‘ (RE: VOID) code 645372 (love, rainbow)

fin

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littwc · 5 years

Text

Love is the thing with colors

by Hui Kj

PROLOGUE

Queen Lau ruled the women of District Orange with grace and youth. She birthed the princess of the white void to be hidden in normalities, vastly unknown by the mass women, but simply as Au - keeper of the library, ergo the centerpiece of the hallways and the religion of D.O. There was no more war in the white void, and no collisions with what differed - there were only women and there was only knowledge of peace - although, Queen Lau was the daughter of the goddess Eve; the idealization of purity and individuality.

!!,//]->,`010011\-,/‘!! - (ZHUM) -

1. Kerna Serna ! CODE BLUE ! CODE BLUE ! ‘Go now Au - through that door - the path, through the door! Go on! Go on!’

2. ‘Go B! Go! To the door! We have failed you; you go now! You will meet her there! With heart!’

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

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Whoah there, Life slave to powerful Time Travel blue eyes to the ceiling bed thoughts modern cross I get up morning injection resurrection for redirection the sky went numb inspiration at the dose vision exploration looking out the window vhuht ihez ghowienfg ahowen rose and sunflower configuration in my veins dreams I have dwell on some spectacle that I can not recall but very much breathing in my brain at nights alone with the light shining in some lamp post some attic breathing in shadows I don’t go up there but know the depths are worth as much as I pour into I don’t have pictures of my family or anything but love memorial words e whuihp zhum fhuorehvfeur where do I come from all alone in treacherous misconceptions the self indulgence is to seek something like stems on fire or a lake at a park the parks spark a dark part which I do so indulge in take me with you I want to know about this darkness and the light that reflects maybe the clouds take form and spell my name Kezay like a dream come true maybe the blue ——- And I wake up to the four houses gone now around me in a quick vanish as the sun a centimeter peeked and am trapped in a small room in the desert with only a tall tree in front. Why is my identity racing the evil I once possessed? Absolute Zero, again….

CHAPTER 1 - Think Yellow

It read,

And why would that thing ever tell you to look away when its only making it feel pretty?’

It started to rain, or is it God crying? Here we go….

Teheaih izoihlayzshun wieilhl naihet keiaill mehiegh

,//]->,`010011\-,/‘ (ZHUM)

CHAPTER 2 - Think Brown

She wore orange and smelled like flowers: connected once again; love is the thing with colors - from nothing to something, from terror to optimistic spectrum.

E Whuiehp, e whuiehp.

,//]->,`010011\-,/‘ (ZHUM)

CHAPTER 3 - Think Blue

I whisper to the sky: zhum, zhum, zhum, zhum.

I hear: zhum.

,//]->,`010011\-,/‘ (RE: VOID) code 645372 (love, rainbow)

fin

[email protected]

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