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Looking at some of the paintings, Natalya was caught somewhat off guard by the voice that came from behind her ”Oh? Which one? I’ve found myself staring at all of them. It’s as if they are connected but at the same time tell a different story.”

Twelve points to the oil painting of the sunset before her and nudges forward to stand beside her, gaze glued to the colours of the artwork.

❝ I'm not so much an arts person, but this is my favourite so far, I can tell that much. ❞ 

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( — he occupies himself for long enough, eyes squinting at the overwhelming variety of blooming colours and his senses muffled by sweet aroma with every movement, before he’s greeted by the female. she’s pretty, he notices, and it’s someone like her that he’d imagined to run a store like this; she matches well. his mood is evidently uplifted and he realises that her smile is more pleasant than it already is. he identifies the foreign language that rolls off her tongue as french and it’s a fine surprise. he brings his palm to rub across the nape of his neck, shoulders shrugging and expression sheepish as he grins. ) Sure. I’m a disappointment when it comes to these knowledge of flowers— but recommendations for flowers to give to a girl? ( — his initial intention was simply the desire of the coziness of the shop, but the female’s bright expression, intentional or not, had easily coaxed him into settling down for a bundle of floral sweetness for Nine ( because which other guy would give Nine flowers? ) and also as an excuse to linger here a little longer. ) 

『 it's more pleasant than petrichor and the cold outside. 』

[ ; her eyes stole a glance from the window sill that brought a smile on her face upon seeing raindrops that pitter-pattered upon the potted plants she had on display outside. despite the busy atmosphere in her tiny yet cozy flower shop, a feeling of content resonated within her, giving her the strength and ardour she needed to perform well in her job — without flaw nor error. just as a satisfied customer exited the premises, another one came in. she could tell how the scent of the blooms that hung near the entrance enchanted him as his features faintly creased in a smile. ] Bonjour, monsieur. Welcome to Belle de Fleurs! [ ; she chimed, followed by greeting him with her signature toothy grin as she stepped out of the counter to sashay her way toward him. ] My name’s Suzanne, how may I help you?

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( —it’s not uncommon for Twelve’s personality to cause frequent troubles, because his acts of striking up a conversation with anyone isn’t always the most appreciated. as a free spirited soul, he roams and commences without a beginning. perhaps the other was asleep and perhaps the irritated look between his brows was a great enough indication and hint for Twelve to back away, but instead, he’d settled down comfortably with legs stretched against the grass. the sun leaks through the slits of the leaves and paints his cheeks with a layer of warmth. he slings an arm over his skateboard to support the limb and throws an arm over his eyes, shading his sight from the blinding rays. annoyance was also evident in the other’s tone, but it doesn’t bother him immensely and visible lips are still upturned at a grinning angle.) No, not really. Apologies for bothering you, but you’ve occupied a great spot here. 

   (`sometimes people just needed to get lost. sometimes they needed to put few walls against everyone else and be all by themselves— that was what Adrian needed that day, one normal yet horrible day. why was everything so bad lately, he didn’t know, but this couldn’t go on this way. the vampire needed to do something and now, to fix things, to gain back his friends and learn to please them.. though it was stupid. how could he please everyone? he sighed and shook his head, humming along a random song on his ipod. this was a quiet evening, the sun was hidden behind few grey clouds and he thanked god for it, heat was never something he beared nor liked, neither was the sunlight- it was just perfect for the vampire to stay outside. he’s been sitting under a tree for one hour now, lost in his thoughts but his senses still were on and he noticed another person’s presence. lazily, Adrian turned his head and squinted his eyes for a brief moment, then sighed and shook his head, pursing his lips. who was this and what did he want? couldn’t the boy see that the place was occupied? frustrating.) .. I’m sorry, mister, can I help you?

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⊰ seoxhyorin

( — there isn’t any particular reason as to why he’s roaming and weaving his way across the shelves of endless books stacked full with script filled with valuable knowledge. knowledge is valuable, and he understands, because it’s all that assists him to do what he’s good at. he keeps a hand dugged deep inside his pocket and his free hand traces the spines of the books carelessly, occasionally coming to a halt to read the ridiculously long titles and author names printed sideways that’s really not worth straining his neck for— but he does it anyways because he needs to keep himself occupied. he comes to the near end of an aisle and the missing books have allowed a small gap. Twelve peers through and surprisingly catches glimpse of another pair of eyes staring back at him. he blinks for a split second and soon recovers, lips splitting into a smile and greets her with a incline of his head. )

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⊰ amevarius

( — the clouds roll in without any warning and the sky blue is veiled with a layer of grey that muffles any clearings. the accompanying rain also falls too quickly and catches him by surprise, the rain droplets colliding against his bare arms and soaking through the short sleeves of his shirt. the light breeze brushes past his skin and sends a shiver up his spine that induces a frown across his lips. quickly, he walks faster on his feet and shelters himself under the nearest roof before a bakery and breathes out a sigh, reprimanding himself for not bringing a jacket with him again, despite the cold weather. he runs a hand through his hair, flicking out all droplets clinging to ink streaks and finally takes notice of the female beside him. peering curiously, he draws brazen gaze to her visage and offers her a grin. ) It’s raining hard, isn’t it?

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It feels like there are pulses of anger streaming through his veins and they clash harshly against his consciousness, drilling empty toxins into his mind. His fist is clenched with burning heat layering over his knuckles that’d just come into contact into her slim frame, bruising her with patches of his own rotting conscience.

He remembers the times when he’d pressed kisses to her skin and whispered quiet promises of eternity.

Broken. Everything is so fucking broken.

He doesn’t remember how it all began, and he’d repeatedly consoled her with apologies and loving words because he knows all too sure he’ll love her forever.

The first time meant the existence of a second, and a third and time ticked on only for Twelve to watch her crumble into shattered pieces before him.

He wants to assure her, and assure himself, that this isn’t him. He doesn’t intend to paint her face with twisted pain and her lips with bleeding red.

He really fucking doesn’t.

But he does.

It’s all too late and he feels his palm searing with fire and his eyes rake over her swollen cheek. There’s still heavy pounds of anger that’s choking his airways, and every harsh contact against her skin feels like a pulse of oxygen to his lungs.

It’s sick— but he’s sick, too.

He snaps back when his fingers are wrapped around the cold surface of the gun, slim digits snaking around the trigger. The click of the safety echoes and every second is tightening an invisible grip around his heart and he thinks that everything is just so fucking wrong.

The muzzle presses tight against her temple and he can almost feel the warmth radiating to his trembling fingertips.

There’s a silent countdown that flashes his vision, but also the quiet rings of her laughter, their laughter.

It’s a split instant that he catches himself falling and loosens his grasp around the handgun, letting it crash against the stained tiles. He drops to his knees and everything disintegrates into weights that wrenches his heart. A muffled growl slips from his lips and his palms are hiding the tears that were ripped from his soul and had escaped at his weakest.

A streak of light leaks in from the slit of the blinds.

bruises; v012n & sooj-ng

"Twelve, please-"

Her begging is cut off, sharp gasp falling from bruised lips as he hits her again. The room is a mess, shattered picture frames and broken promises. Teardrops and blood fall in tandem to the floor, between clenched teeth there is another plea waiting. Pain is everywhere, a familiar ache nestling in her bones as her knees hit the ground, lightning bolts of agony. Peace is a dream long lost. Crushed inside a fist.

"I’m sorry, just- please tell me what I did wrong-” speaks quickly to avoid being interrupted again.

The hitting is not uncommon, bruises always kissing Soojung’s skin with black lips and blue tongues. It started first in icy December and here is next year’s September, screaming by with knuckles to her cheek. And she swears that he still loves her. Pay no mind to the crack in the mirror, from the back of her head as he threw her against it two days ago. Look away from the duct tape in the trash, once twisted tight around her wrists. Don’t pay attention to her blood on his hands, she swears that he still loves her. He has to; she’s got nothing left by now.

"Fucking bitch," he spits, and she cringes. There is no further explanation, simply a slap to the face and a shove to the shoulders. Soojung squeezes her eyes shut as she goes down, hoping to erase the look on his face but it is all she can see. Sprawled over the floorboards, she expects his boot to fly into her ribs, steel toes connecting with bone. What she does not expect is the click of a gun safety, loud and threatening in the sudden silence.

It is the pistol underneath his pillow. Once upon a time the handgun was put there to protect her and now she is on the other end.

Soul so tired she almost begs him to do it. What worth is there to a butterfly with no wings? He might as well have carved out her heart.

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Ship me..? Or-- Is it too late?

Send a "Ship Me" and I'll answer this about our muses. (x)

who cooks normally?: Either Jihye, or they order and eat out. 

how often do they fight?: Almost never. 

what do they do when they’re away from each other?: Video calls and staying up to call each other and talk about unimportant things. 

nicknames for each other?: It’s more likely that they’ll use each other’s names directly, or Twelve would occasionally call her with spontaneous names like Sweet or Seoji. 

who is more likely to pay for dinner?: Twelve.

who steals the covers at night?: None of them. 

what would they get each other for gifts?: Cute and dainty pendant accessories ( necklace ) and perhaps whatever Twelve is interested at the time. 

who remembers things?: Jihye.

who cusses more?: Twelve.

what would they do if the other one was hurt?: Snap into a mode of anxiety when they receive the news and try to rush to the other as soon as possible to ensure their well being. 

who kissed who first?: Twelve kissed Jihye first. 

who made the first move?: Twelve.

who started the relationship?: Twelve.

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ship me?

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who cooks normally?: Hopefully Hana, or they'd be going out for food quite often. 

how often do they fight?: Rarely, because their personalities click well and arguments and tension is usually uncommon in their interactions. 

what do they do when they’re away from each other?: They'll carry out their common routine of emoticon spamming on kkt and also send snippets of voice notes to each other. 

nicknames for each other?: Twelve will stick with nicknames like Sunshine and Bun, only because he thinks it fits her bright personality well whereas Hana would probably stick with Twelve.

who is more likely to pay for dinner?: Twelve.

who steals the covers at night?: Maybe both occasionally, but usually they're quiet and snuggled up calmly. 

what would they get each other for gifts?: Couple matching items and Twelve would buy a whole bunch of hair accessories with no consideration at all only because he thinks those will look cute on Hana ...  

who remembers things?: Hana would remember more than Twelve, expectedly. 

who cusses more?: Twelve. 

what would they do if the other one was hurt?: Come to the rescue straight away to ensure all is close enough to okay before being able to breathe properly—

who kissed who first?: Twelve kissed Hana.

who made the first move?: Twelve.

who started the relationship?: Twelve. 

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"SHIP ME"

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who cooks normally?: Suzy. 

how often do they fight?: Not too often, because Twelve will usually lighten the mood whenever things get harsh. 

what do they do when they’re away from each other?: Exchange text messages and late night video calls. 

nicknames for each other?: Something horrendously cheesy like "Baeby" ( from Twelve to Suzy ) or just a cute pet name for each other. 

who is more likely to pay for dinner?: Twelve. 

who steals the covers at night?: Probably none of them, but Twelve will take the time to make sure Suzy's sleeping well. 

what would they get each other for gifts?: Twelve would get Suzy plushies ranging from fluffy to the fluffiest, and they'd most likely just exchange cute couple items. 

who remembers things?: Suzy, and occasionally Twelve, hopefully. 

who cusses more?: Comparatively, Twelve.  

what would they do if the other one was hurt?: They'd be more open about showing their worries, while Twelve would definitely urge all treatment onto Suzy before he speaks up about his concerns and perhaps throw in subtle whines for her to stop being careless. 

who kissed who first?: Twelve kissed Suzy first. 

who made the first move?: Twelve.

who started the relationship?: Most likely, Twelve. 

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Ship me. Ice breaker time yee

Send a "Ship Me" and I'll answer this about our muses. (x)

who cooks normally?: None, they'd either survive on instant foods or Twelve will suggest that they roam out to get food. 

how often do they fight?: Not a lot, they'd get along quite well in their own way and possibly bicker over small things at times. 

what do they do when they’re away from each other?: They'll probably text each other frequently. 

nicknames for each other?: Usually, they'll probably just use each other's names or whatever they can come up with, in which Twelve will probably just complain that Jinyoung's name is too long so he'll shorten it to Jin. 

who is more likely to pay for dinner?: It'll alternate. 

who steals the covers at night?: Twelve, and Jinyoung would occasionally steal it back for revenge. 

what would they get each other for gifts?: They'd most likely go out shopping together for an gift exchange in which they'd cluelessly buy each other things the other would probably never use. 

who remembers things?: None of them, they'd probably end up remembering days after and then shrug it off. 

who cusses more?: Both equally.

what would they do if the other one was hurt?: They'd treat each other's wounds well in silence. They'd probably flick the other's forehead and tell them to be careful next time, because they'll trust that the other can protect themselves well enough. 

who kissed who first?: Twelve kissed Jinyoung first.

who made the first move?: Jinyoung.

who started the relationship?: Jinyoung, or it'll be a mutual and silent acknowledgement. 

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SHIP ME

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who cooks normally?: They'd probably order food, unless Sooyeon ever plans to cook for them. 

how often do they fight?: Their personalities are quite different, but not many fights will occur between them, perhaps some occasional small arguments. After all, opposites attract. 

what do they do when they’re away from each other?: They'll share video calls with each other to update each other. 

nicknames for each other?: Twelve will come up with some horribly cheesy pet name for Sooyeon while she'll probably stick with his name. 

who is more likely to pay for dinner?: Twelve. 

who steals the covers at night?: Twelve. 

what would they get each other for gifts?: Twelve would gift roses while Sooyeon would get him a silver pendant of sorts, or any simple accessory. 

who remembers things?: Both, but more often, Sooyeon. 

who cusses more?: Twelve.

what would they do if the other one was hurt?: Twelve would frown at Sooyeon and sigh, proceeding to shoot her disapproving looks until she gets better for him to complain that she's not careful enough. Sooyeon would be not much different, but she'd be a little harsher with her words because Twelve would be constantly cooing about how she's so worried about him. 

who kissed who first?: Twelve kissed Sooyeon first. 

who made the first move?: Twelve. 

who started the relationship?: Twelve.

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"Ship me."

Send a "Ship Me" and I'll answer this about our muses. (x)

who cooks normally?: There will be no attempts of cooking on Twelve’s side, so it’s most likely they’re order or eat out. 

how often do they fight?: Occasionally, although most would probably involve the silent treatment from both sides. 

what do they do when they’re away from each other?: Twelve will most likely send Clyde continuous spams of irrelevant emoticons and texts. 

nicknames for each other?: Probably nothing permanent, they’ll usually call each other by names and perhaps use spontaneous nicknames when the need for it comes. In that case, for Twelve, it’ll be for when he’s absolutely drowning in boredom and feels the need to embarrass or pester Clyde. 

who is more likely to pay for dinner?: Clyde, no doubt. 

who steals the covers at night?: Twelve. 

what would they get each other for gifts?: Twelve would be clueless and probably research using the internet to finally buy him a neat tie. As for Clyde, probably a pair of headphones (or whatever Twelve keeps mentioning as a hint for Clyde to buy it for him). 

who remembers things?: Both. 

who cusses more?: Usually, both of them wouldn’t cuss too frequently, they’ll probably cuss equally often. 

what would they do if the other one was hurt?: Definitely be worried sick inside, but could be harsh on the outside to each other, in which they blame the other for not taking care of themselves. 

who kissed who first?: Twelve kissed Clyde first … yes. 

who made the first move?: Twelve. 

who started the relationship?: Clyde. 

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who cooks normally?:

how often do they fight?:

what do they do when they’re away from each other?:

nicknames for each other?:

who is more likely to pay for dinner?:

who steals the covers at night?:

what would they get each other for gifts?:

who remembers things?:

who cusses more?:

what would they do if the other one was hurt?:

who kissed who first?:

who made the first move?:

who started the relationship?:

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⊰ eversxs 

( —it could be a fact that he's constantly roaming outside, and willing to contribute to the countless number of people during peak hours and squeeze through the crowd to gather at wherever will home the most fascination. he's heard a handful of positivity for this newly opened food court, and also the attention it draws with its supposed magnificent tastes. he crinkles his brows at every bump of his shoulder against hasty strangers rushing and weaving past occupied tables with dangerously unstable plates of food in their hands. sighing, he clutches his box of warm pizza closer and scans around hopefully for the sight of a vacant seat. his steps quicken when his eyes finally lay upon an empty spot opposite another unfamiliar seated figure. he lays the box down onto the available half of the table and leans lower, a grin painting his lips as he takes his first glance at the stranger. ) hey, do you mind if i take a seat here? 

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『 it's more pleasant than petrichor and the cold outside. 』

⊰ flevrdame

( —his shoes scrape against the rough surface of the asphalt, concentrating to avoid lingering puddles scattered and filling the uneven grounds with swampy rainwaters that'd remained. he brings his arms up and behind, fingers clasping behind his neck and his head craning upwards to steal a glance at the clearing sky. the breeze turns from refreshing to a chill that slips through the loose hems of his thin shirt, brushing over his skin and shooting a trail of shivers up his spine. he frowns at his exposure to the intruding cold and decidedly brakes in his steps to push through the doors of the shop beside him, hoping to catch some warmth inside. his decision was spontaneous and left him limited time to even comprehend the foreign language printed in neat scripts on the signs hanging loose from the handles. he embraces the mild temperature in the interior and finally takes his quick glance around when he's no longer feeling the numbing cold at his fingertips. there's a comforting atmosphere that he thinks is almost as nice as the warmth and the evident aroma soothes his senses. ) 

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⊰ inxnis 

( — he's unsure of his whereabouts, for a fact that he had aimlessly glided along his way with hands tucked into depths of jeans pockets and ears plugged with headphones. the music pours into his ears and through to his body and he taps his index against the his thigh with thumb hooked loosely at ridiculously tight pockets. he steadies himself and regains his almost perfectly balanced stance on his skateboard before he comes to a halt in the middle of the path, the surroundings almost empty but not enough to be abandoned. he takes his time to step down from his skateboard and for him to retrieve it under his arms with a decent stomp at the edge. he shuffles through the jade grass prickling with neat edges and lays a curious eyes on the figure under the vast shade of a tree. silently, he sinks down against the thick trunk just beside the stranger and his head tipping to draw a brazen gaze over the other. )