#hecrtbeats

[fadinglights]

from  here,  still  accepting  /  @hecrtbeats

 just  like  old  times,  huh?

 in  many  ways,  this  is  nothing  like  old  times.  miles  away  from  their  former  campus,  they  are  no  longer  students  with  their  heads  buried  in  sheets  of  hastily  scribbled  notes,  unspeakable  loads  of  stress  hanging  over  their  shoulders.  it  is  quiet  here,  but  nowhere  as  quiet  as  the  stillness  of  the  library  where  a  motion  as  slight  as  flipping  a  page  could  be  heard.  in  a  tranquil  corner  of  brooklyn,  blocks  away  from  the  boisterous  main  street,  lies  anthony’s  little  café.  unlike  the  newcomers  that  keep  popping  up  in  the  city,  it  doesn’t  have  a  shiny  exterior  nor  fancy  menus.  in  fact,  it  could  be  somewhat  forgettable  at  first  glance  with  its  pale  blue  paint  that  faded  into  something  muted  and  soft,  but  its  mystical  charm  continues  to  lure  people  in  and  the  cosiness  makes  them  stay.  that,  and  the  lovely  scent  of  saccharine  and  roasted  beans  that  greets  the  customers  in  a  disarming  embrace.  somehow,  the  store  manages  to  resemble  its  owner,  whose  steady  warmth  brings  comfort  to  many.  

 they  were  that  for  each  other  too,  weren’t  they?  a  silent  touch  on  tensed  shoulders,  a  fresh  cup  of  coffee  slid  over  to  push  through  another  soul-sucking  all-nighter.  in  a  similar  gesture,  anthony  places  the  cup  of  coffee  at  the  wooden  table  where  seungtae  is  seated.  it  is  peculiar  how  the  lines  on  his  face  have  matured  into  something  more  masculine,  yet  the  same  boyish  warmth  remains.  “just  like  old  times.”  he  supposes  there  is  some  truth  to  the  statement,  despite  everything  that  has  changed.  he  is  no  longer  the  anthony  he  once  was,  but  in  seungtae's  eyes,  he  is  almost  the  same.  “i  hope  i  got  it  right.”  referring  to  seungtae’s  favourite  blend  of  coffee,  which  he  used  to  make  frequent  enough  to  remember  by  heart  even  now.  he  takes  a  seat  opposite  to  his  old  friend,  still  fascinated  by  the  coincidence  that  has  marched  through  the  door  and  greeted  him  for  the  day.  “how  did  you  —  ”  though  his  brasserie  has  garnered  some  followers  over  the  months,  it  is  nowhere  famed  enough  to  be  known  half  across  the  earth.  could  this  just  be  a  coincidence  —  or  a  ruse  planted  by  the  knowing  hands  of  fate?  beyond  the  windows  and  out  on  the  street,  the  late  morning  sun  dances  with  the  shadows,  radiating  the  same  warmth  that  colours  his  voice.  “it’s  good  to  see  you  again,  seungtae.”

[obciidian]

      there  is  concern  which  naturally  fills  his  heart,  one  which  cannot  be  distorted.  it  is  not  for  their  shared  love,  burning  as  an  eternal  fire  --  a  youthful  one,  that  is  accordingly  vigorous  for  they  know  nothing  more  than  vehemence  and  absolute  chaos.  however,  they  are  fine  with  it  --  coming  to  full  acceptance,  because  there  is  nothing  more  than  each  other’s  chaos  and  havoc  they  wish  to  consume.  alas,  when  one’s  flame  dim  there  is  a  strange  yet  natural  consternation.  when  the  waters  quell  of  the  habitual  storm  of  buoyancy  and  merriment  --  it  is  peculiar,  and  unnerving.  naturally,  he  fears  that  bohyun  has  once  more  caved  into  himself,  distancing  and  shutting  himself  off  of  the  world  as  he  would  in  times  of  duress.  while  understanding  it  completely...  it  cannot  be  tolerated.  

      he  invites  himself  into  their  house,  passing  by  dasom  with  a  faint  yet  grateful  smile,  and  inside  bohyun’s  bedroom.  none  but  the  lights  of  the  desk  light  lamp  luminate  his  features.  initially,  he  intended  to  surprise  with  a  fatuous  claim,  such  as  boyfriend  has  come  to  the  rescue,  or  anything  fleetingly  foolish  such  as  that.  but  words  cannot  seem  to  form  at  his  lips.  and  as  he  places  the  bags  of  sweets  he  thought  could  bring  some  level  ( even  if  teeny )  of  gratification  at  the  floor,  he  paces  closer.  seunghwa  closes  the  door  behind  him  quietly,  not  enough  to  conceal  his  presence  --  as  it  is  now  known,  he  walks  towards  the  desk  and  leans  his  rear  against  it.  with  tender  hands,  he  cups  bohyun’s  face  so  that  their  gazes  could  encounter.  there  is  a  small  simper  stretching  across  his  lips  --  it  is  containing,  patient,  and  covetous.      ❛    hey,  cutie.  how  are  you ?    ❜      this  question  is  more  rhetorical  than  anything,  needn’t  to  be  answered  for  he  already  knows  the  devastation.  it  is  patent  across  his  tired  lineaments,  in  the  fine  lines  under  his  heavy  eye  bags,  and  in  the  corners  of  lips  that  would  not  raise  into  a  smile.  it’s  happened  again  albeit,  can  be  remedied  --  it  is  not  yet  too  late.      ❛    time  for  a  break,  hmm ?    ❜      ╱       @hecrtbeats​

[thervnaways]

📱for our dumb boys aka zee and minsung ^^

- ̗̀  send 📱+ a ship meme.  ̖́-

status: not accepting!

what ringtone my muse has set for yours: born hater by epik high ( because it’s what zee sings in his head when he sees minsung lmao )

what contact photo my muse has set for yours: this because what else would he have as a contact photo lmao

what my muse thinks of the way yours texts: zee thinks he’s the worst texter to exist but he’s also unfortunately one of the only people that texts him constantly so maybe he doesn’t mind

how quickly my muse responds to your texts: when he’s pissed, probably really fast so he can get his point across. if not, maybe after 10 minutes

how often our muses text: wouldn’t say too often unless minsung’s bugging him or if zee’s got beef lol

how often our muses call: never???? unless zee’s got mAD BEEF lmao

does my muse purposefully miss calls from yours: all the time

last text sent from my muse to yours: shitface, hey. forgotten about yoda, i have not!!!

[pcstilnt]

@hecrtbeats​ // ameila  ( 1/ ??? starters ) 

fingers     refuse    to ease their lock against each other . a firm hold wrapped around a familiar petite waist as gia finds himself laughing , face nuzzled against his beloved’s neck. ❛  you’ve denied me attention far too long already , woman . now i must claim that which belongs to me.  ❜  he retorts , legs moving back to begin the walk to the couch .  after a long schedules that took him away for longer than he liked , ameila was his goal .  the moment the tedious movie had been done filming , he headed straight towards her home and now that he finally saw her , he wanted nothing more but to make up for lost time .  ❛ i’ve missed you , you little minx . ❜  

[insolentcynic]

[TEXT] : NO ONE WANTS ME, NOT EVEN TINDER WORKS FOR ME ( inseong to eunbyeol )

meme: time to write some textsrecipient: @hecrtbeatsmuse(s): Eunbyeol

TEXT TO SEONGIE:↪ I just checked what tinder is and maybe it’s better that it doesn’t work for you?↪ Moni says this thing is filled with some really wicked power people shouldn’t mess with.↪ do you want to help me walk out the puppies instead of looking through date sides?↪ all the pups I’m walking today are very welcoming and ready to play↪ would this make you feel better?

[obciidian]

      a  day  filled  with  embitterment,  tasting  somewhat  repulsive  on  the  tongue.  or  is  it  perhaps  the  spirit,  that  is  consumed  and  warms  the  throat  ?  even  the  clouds  have  already  began  shifting  and  changing,  a  gloomier  appearance  they  took  upon  themselves  ;  heavier  clouds,  blocking  the  last  rays  of  sun  in  this  early  evening.  fatigue  is  noted  upon  the  features.  this  particular  exhaustion  contours  lines  in  his  young  face,  and  the  habitual  facade  of  contentedness  ( both  feigned  and  genuine )  leaves  no  trace  now.  solely,  the  somberness  of  his  gradually  decreasing  sobriety  is  to  be  seen.  

      in  the  moments  of  silence,  disquietude  fills  his  heart.  and  as  if  pressing  down  at  this  ribcage,  namoo  senses  and  immense  ache  in  his  lungs,  pierced  of  his  willingness  to  move  from  this  deplorable  and  woeful  state,  simply  sunken  onto  the  couch  with  trails  dried  across  the  cheeks  and  newly  formed  tears  prickling  the  edges  of  his  eyes.  more  than  despondency  there  is  wrath  --  seething  the  blood,  frowning  across  his  expression...  no  longer  amiable,  is  he  now...  

      albeit,  silence  is  shattered  with  the  sound  of  a  footstep  upon  a  loose  floor  tile,  and  as  if  snapped  of  his  rueful  reverie,  reality  strikes.  a  shameful  look  gradually  conquers  the  baffled  expression  ;  of  widened  eyes  and  chest  frozen  in  breath,  he  needs  to  clear  his  throat  not  once  to  produce  even  a  weak  sound.      ❛    ...  hi.    ❜      gentle,  weak,  as  if  imploring  not  to  be  judged  --  he  bothers  not  conceal  the  state.  there  is  no  use  of  it  now.      ╱      @hecrtbeats

[bulletproofpack-a-blog]

( @hecrtbeats )

     ❝Yah!  Why are you LOOKING at me like that?❞

[pcstilnt]

 「 ♡ 」 ━ *┊ muse: ines (  a starter for reblogging the promo !!  )  @hecrtbeats ft: taeseok

the sound of the crowd that yells out his name , it amazes her just how much he’s grown . the years of passion he’s placed behind his dream and she’s watched it as he’s    flourished .  he , who stands in the light  shines so brightly before her as ines finds herself staring at the final act of his concert .  nuzzled comfortably in the greenroom ,  conversation between his group of stylists and herself had now faded in a comfortable silence as she watched from the screen how he closed his show .  his voice echoing through the screen of the monitor , which causes a simper to form along her full lips .   he has no idea she was here -- recalling their   last    conversation just a few hours before his concert started  ; the sound of light disappointment when she mentioned that work had become too hectic .  if only he knew the surprise she had for him , the roses that were held tightly in her hold  ; ines knew it was time to surprise him as she stood up from her current position on the couch to take up his chair .  she could hear the rustling sounds that approach . the yells of celebration after another successful show  as she prepares herself to greet him .  after all , just a few hours ago -- she was across the country in los ángeles and he was currently in chicago .  oh what a surprise it would be as the elder inhales deeply , eyes soften the moment she sees the door open   ( automatically standing up from his chair )    and the familiar face she’s missed on the other side greets her gaze . 

❛  i haven’t missed the party , have i ?  ❜

[insolentcynic]

[TEXT] : there was nothing else so I just drank vodka with chocolate powder ( minsung to haru )

meme: time to write some textsrecipient: @hecrtbeatsmuse(s): Haru

TEXT TO RECKLESS PUPPY:↪ please, tell me it was something really cheap and you didn’t spoil the drinks meant for the spirits↪ are you sick now? do I need to come over?↪ I can be there in a minute.↪ also, please, never do it again.↪ if you got to get drunk, at least don’t experiment and don’t mix two things that clearly don’t fit together↪ I don’t want you to end up in hospital↪ and especially not for such a stupid reason

[ssunstng]

♡ @hecrtbeats  !

                              ❛  oppa, you said you would be here twenty minutes ago. my time is money, in case you had forgotten.  ❜  with lips curled into a pout she let out a sound of frustration against the speaker, the receiving end clearly absorbing all the static as if it were a test for them to decipher how she was feeling.  then she hung up.  but it was fairly obvious that she was annoyed with the male on the other end of the line, seung tae always had a knack of exactly how she reacted to things such as this.  being the punctual human being she was she stood before the café where they had agreed to meet, adjusting her clothing now as she looked at her reflection in the mirror, making sure everything was in it’s place.

[obciidian]

      with  an  animated  smile  plastered  across  his  face,  seunghwa’s  steps  across  the  hall  are  ecstatic  and  fleeting.  under  the  shiny,  and  somewhat  squeaking  tiles,  his  shoes  create  a  pleasant  and  hasty  sound,  one  which  seems  to  capture  his  friend’s  attention  the  moment  he  nears  the  desk.      ❛    you  would  never  guess  what  news  i  have  !    ❜      an  exhilarated  whisper  emits  past  his  lips,  as  he  slides  into  the  seat  in  front  of  bohyun.  the  distasteful  sound  of  the  dragged  chair  disturbs  a  student  nearby  who  hovers  over  the  books,  earning  an  exasperated  click  of  the  tongue.  for  a  moment,  seunghwa  considers  an  ill  intent  glare  --  since  it  is  a  public  place  after  all  --  yet,  gives  in  to  the  fluttering  elation  within  him  instead.  

      ❛    so...  i  signed  in  a  competition  just  for  fun,  answered  the  question  on  time  --  honestly,  i  didn’t  think  i’d  win  because  it’s  based  on  pure  luck  but  bro,    ❜      the  grin  cannot  be  contained  --  delight  reflects  of  the  glistening  of  his  eyes  as  he  presents  a  pair  of  tickets  to  his  now  disturbed  friend.  he  will  study  later,  of  course...  this  holds  much  greater  significance,  right  at  this  moment.      ❛    guess  i’m  more  awesome  than  i  thought  i  am  ‘cause  i  just  scored  tickets  for  next  saturday  !    ❜      it  is  a  risk  taken  between  the  two  of  them,  and  not  much  of  a  calculated  move  to  initiate  yet  another  moment  of  solitude  for  the  two  of  them  with  all  that  occurred  in  the  past  few  months  albeit,  seunghwa  is  simply  too  ecstatic  to  give  such  an  opportunity  up  due  to  mixed  emotions  and  perplexity.      ❛    so,  what  do  you  say  ?  i  mean,  no  one  else  likes  t.k.o  like  you  and  i,  and  i’m  not  in  the  mood  to  go  alone...  c’mon...  free  tickets~  !    ❜      he  waves  them  in  bohyun’s  face,  an  attempt  to  coerce  him  into  agreeing.  it  ought  be  thrilling,  without  a  doubt.      ╱      @hecrtbeats  

[svbjetarch]

         @hecrtbeats once danced…

Seungtae

       He crosses his arms over his chest, lips pressed tight and head hanging low. The question makes him uncomfortable because yes there are bandages under his shirt, but it’s nothing serious, just a few bruises! How did he get them? Well that’s when things get embarrassing for him.

       ❛ Uh maybe?  ❜

      “Maybe? But I can see them," she stated, simple as it was, lowering herself into a chair, legs stretched out for comfort, rubbing her thigh lightly, overexerted from recent practices. "Are you going to tell me what happened or opting for bribing me with coffee so I'll forget about it again? Unless you're still on duty?"

[insolentcynic]

[TEXT]: I got super pissed so I threw a pen at her and it hit her square in the face. ( mizuki to jaewook )

meme: time to write some textsrecipient: @hecrtbeatsmuse(s): Jaewook

TEXT TO BRAVE LITTLE LAMB:↪ and are you telling me this because you have regrets over it or because you’re proud?↪ if it’s highly efficacious and you got your point across then you’re fine↪ I’d still suggest you run if you’re not much of a fighter

[aboycalledmoon-blog]

@hecrtbeats;  ….I’m ready for this new blog of yours

at least someone is.  :)