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â Tag ten people you want to get to know better. Tagged by: velverei Tagging: anyone who wants to do it
â BASICS
NAME:Â Oh Shixun BIRTHDAY: April 12, 1994 GENDER: Male.. HEIGHT: 185cm.
â TALENTS
CAN YOU JUGGLE: Never tried to and donât want to. ART/SPORTS/BOTH: Both. DO YOU LIKE WRITING:Â On some occasions, yes. DO YOU LIKE DANCING: I used to go to a few dance classes when I was attending school and I really enjoyed them, but I never wanted to try and pursue anything in dance. Sometimes I get an urge to try a new choreography if I like it enough. DO YOU LIKE SINGING: I canât sing.
â FANTASIES
DREAM VACATION:Â Somewhere warm and .sunny. Preferably an island where I can relax and play around on the beaches since I love almost anything pertaining to water and the ocean. I was thinking somewhere like..the Maldives? DREAM GUY/GIRL:Â Someone who knows exactly what they want and isnât afraid to get it. I like someone determined and intelligent. Having a good sense of humor is a must since I like to joke around sometimes, but most of all, someone accepting. DREAM WEDDING: Something small and private with a few friends and family around. DREAM PET: Â Honestly...an albino tiger? DREAM JOB:Â Working with a company like Riot as a caster or an analyst for games.
â PREFERENCES
GUYS/GIRLS/BOTH: Both. EYE COLOR: No preference. HAIR COLOR: Something flattering. HUMOROUS/SERIOUS: Both at appropriate times. TALLER/SHORTER: No preference. BIGGEST TURN OFF: . Cockiness. BIGGEST TURN ON: Assertiveness.Â
â OTHER
FAVORITE ARTIST: If I had to pick one, recently Iâve started to listen to a lot of Banks. FAVORITE COLOR: White, red and purple. LUCKY NUMBER: 3. AVERAGE HOURS OF SLEEP: Anywhere from 7-8 hours on a good night.. A PLACE THAT MAKES ME HAPPY: My bedroom or just being somewhere entertaining. LAST THING I GOOGLED: âschedule for msiâ HOW MANY BLANKETS I SLEEP UNDER: One. TIME AND DATE AT THE MOMENT: 1:14PM KST - Monday, May 4, 2015.
This time its a question she doesnât have an answer for. Thereâs nothing threatening to spill out, no words in which she wants to keep inside her with everything she has. Her mind is simply blank. What was she running from? It wasnât anything physical, that much she knew. Then again, thereâs only one thing people run from when thereâs not a tangible assailant. Themselves.Â
Iseul shifts slightly, a degree of uncomfortably settling over her. Here she is, saying things sheâs never even said aloud to herself before, but to a complete stranger. Even so, she finds herself wanting to continue the conversation, wringing her hands together as she pulls whatever explanation she can come up with to give to the male.Â
âWhat pretty much everyone runs from. Their past, I guess. Iâd like to say Iâm without regrets, but then Iâd be a liar.â
A small smile tugs at Shixun's lips as he hears her response and it doesn't surprise him. He could relate to some drgree, but he'd never admit that he was a coward who couldn't face his own demons and would rather run and hide, trying to bury their existence in the crevices of his mind. In a way he supposed that every person, whether they admit to it or not, has somethin that they're running from. The type of experiences that build character, yet haunt them afterwards.
"You know, I never believed anyone who said they have no regrets, or that they would never regret anything. Life is a very unpredictable thing and most people who feel they have nothing to regret are just too ashamed to admit that they fucked up at some point or another."
Here he was spewing nonsense that seemed contradictory to his own ears, but he wanted to make someone else believe his words before he could find the willpower to. "Would you consider yourself an overall honest person, then? Or do you want to just get outta here with me and grab a few drinks so we can both be liars together?"
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Kai often asked the same question himself. In fact, he asked himself daily. How long was he going to have to do what he did? Having to pretend that he was actually okay with doing what he did. He was supposed to have a normal life, that was what his mother wanted for him, despite knowing the plans his father had for his future. How could anyone be okay with ripping people apart, only to dress them up all pretty again?
His gaze was focused on the ground before him, hunched over in his seat while waiting for the next train to arrive. He was exhausted and just wanted to go back home, and next to him was a young fellow â looking like he was roughly around his age, asking questions that he did not have answers to. There was still a bit of sympathy left within him â he wasnât completely apathetic towards everything and everyone. Especially when he could relate to the issue at hand.
âIf youâre unhappy, do something about it.â That was the simple answer that everyone wanted to hear, right? Right. â⌠as hypocritical as that is.â Not that he, personally, had a choice. Deep, deep, deep down, he knew there was a part of him that enjoyed his life. Some sick, twisted, disgusting part of him. Maybe it was the control  he gained from it, or maybe it was something else.
He eventually sat up properly, straightening his back out as he glanced over at the stranger finally, offering the best smile he could muster at the moment. âJust donât let yourself be unhappy, yeah? Change is good, sometimes. I guess. Itâs hard, but itâs good, in most cases.â
Teeth grazing over his lower lip, he wasn't sure how to react at first, not even realizing he'd been voicing his thoughts aloud. It wasn't so much of a choice of whether or not he wanted to do it, but a question of for how much longer. The real question he should be asking is what plans he has for the future for him and his brother both. It was neer a topic that was brought up often--if at all, so it left him unsure of how to answer his own questions whenever he had them.
"I'm not unhappy," which was the truth in Shixun's mind. He wasn't unhappy. To be able to find a stable source of income for something as illegal as he did was..an andrenaline rush. The most rewarding fact was that he wasn't alone. But if either him or his brother wanted to end this, they would without a second thought. What they had wasn't permanent, but more of a quick way to get money without worrying too much about having to live paycheck to paycheck to support themseles. "I just don't want to do it forever. Being restricted to just one job for your entire life when every decision you make could potentially put you in jail--it's not something you can call a 'living'."
His mouth was already working against him as he immediately quieted down, realizing he'd spoken more than intended to the other male. Shixun attempts to dismiss it as he smiles a bit apologetically, "Okay, just ignore everything I just said. I just felt like rambling to someone."
He suddenly became hyper aware of his surroundings with the words spoken, placing one hand over his messenger bag to apply enough pressure just to make sure the jar he'd concealed was still safe and sound. "What do you do for a living, if you don't mind me asking? You sound like someone who could possibly enjoy their job."
AU: âPulsatio,â Shixun + Suho.
The weak are only so if they accept it.
    âAgain, Shixun. Youâve done it again.â Joonmyeonâs fingertips dug into the skin at his temple, eyes creased with stress and pointed toward the chipped cup of tea that ran cold with neglect. His throat felt hollow, chest empty, free hand clasped around a light bottle of pills that were more precious than the broken apartment they lived in. Had he not found the boy collapsed over a soft mound of earth near the cemetery, he would have never been able to drag him back into the house before curfew went into effect.     The boy was crafting a reply when Joonmyeonâs eyes caught him sharply and bound him to remission. He was a patient man - but he was angry. It showed through subtle gestures rather than loud words.     âYou canât leave this apartment after dark, you know that. You know what they do to people after curfew.â His grip on the scraped blue bottle tightened, frame tilting to lean back against the rickety chair. His brows seemed to morph with sympathy when he rolled the plastic casing in his hands, flashes of history causing his brown eyes to simmer.     He could remember the exact day heâd taken Shixun to the hospital from heart failure. He was fourteen. Joonmyeon was sixteen. The money theyâd saved together for a train ticket away from this broken country was spent on a pacemaker. Since they were children, organ failure had become an epidemic; body parts became a form of currency. Anyone caught after curfew would be collected by the special police. But Joonmyeon had refused to give Shixun a heart transplant; any who couldnât repay their debts in time had their organs repossessed, often while still alive. The result was one of the only pacemakers left on Earth and a constant struggle to scrape together money for medicine.     They were only two years apart, yet a world of difference stood between their positions. Joonmyeon felt like an older brother; he worked five odd jobs, one of which heâd never notified his roommate of, the others as fleeting as their paychecks. Joonmyeon had to clear his throat to bring himself back to the present moment.     âThis was too close. You could have died - you did die, for a moment. I told your mother Iâd take care of you, doesnât that give you any shame?â
Small lips were pursed tight with guilt as he silently listened to Joonmyeon's words, unable to say anything for fear of disobeying the other. His eyes were glued to the holes in his frayed jeans, resisting the urge to tug at the strands of fabric which would undoubtedly cause them to enlarge and with their current expences, he couldn't afford to put any more stress onto Joonmyeon. Tears were beginning to prickle at his eyes as he clenched them shut, trying his hardest to will them away as he felt unworthy of even showing just how upset he felt as well.
Just as Shixun was about to retort, he couldn't find the words to express himself. Joonmyeon was angry at him--disappointed--and he could feel it without the obvious being stated. The last thing he wanted to be was a burden to the other male after his mother's death.
"I'm sorry.." his voice was meek as he uttered the words, eyes still downcast but focused on his palms this time as he eyed the mess of mud smeared across his palms. He can't recall when or even how he collapsed, but it must have been pretty hard if the cuts and bruises along his arms were anything to go by.
It'd been weeks since Shixun could find any sort of solace from the plethora of nightmares that had been plaguing his sleep. The past was doing it's damnest to haunt him again and always around this time as memories of his mother reappeared after months of being suppressed. Some days he still felt like a child wanting to be curled up in his mother's arms, and other days he wanted to be the adult he knew he could be and relieve Joonmyeon of all the responsibilities they had. Today was one of those days where he missed her. It started off as a simple plan to visit her and talk for a bit, but Shixun underestimated how strenous it would be for him to go alone, and especially while Joonmyeon was at work where he couldn't be there to stop him.
Strands of hair fell over his eyes as he finally built up enough courage to look at the male, swallowing thickly. Lithe fingers fidget with the frayed holes, tugging on the thread as he inevitably made them even worse.
"I just missed her and I wanted to visit her while you were away! I didn't want to wait for you to come with me because I knew you'd be tired once you came home, so.." and just like that, he could feel een more tears welling up in his eyes. "I'm so sorry--I'm sorry for everything. It's because of me that we're in this situation. All because of my stupid heart..you're better off just letting me die. You could still escape, Joonmyeon."

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 To take care of himself was actually the last thing Baekhyun had in mind; he suffered much worse before, at the hands of those people who should have protected a young boy but used it to mistreat him instead. Now however, he was fine and those few bruises and scratches didnât matter all that much; somehow, his body had years ago proven to be resistant against those who meant harm to him, for which the young man was rather grateful for. And yet seeing a gleam of worry in a different pair of eyes somehow    touched him. It came unexpected, sure, but it was nice regardless.
        Knowing that putting up any kind of resistance was useless, he quietly followed as the other guided the way but not without letting out a few small sighs out here and there. âI wanted to go home, but I think thatâs not happening now. Unless you plan on bringing me home, that is. You donât happen to have a car, do you?â And even when his body was harmed, his inner brightness never failed to surface whenever necessary, as he cracked one joke after another with a few low chuckles escaping him. Even though he really wanted to protest, part of him was silenced after hearing the last phrase, causing nothing but a silent smile to tug his lips upwards.
"You're such a child sometimes," to anyone else's ears, those words have have rubbed them the wrong way, but there was no real malice behind them as he spoke. "You're going to end up sighing your entire soul out if you keep that up." It was a surprise to Shixun himself at how much sympathy he was showing towards the other, but it didn't feel as forced as it would be any other time, especially if he were dealing with distraught families from his work. A tiny smile crept upon his face as gesture of reassurance.
"Well, unless you have some medical supplies at your house, I was actually planning on taking you to my apartment and then kicking you out once you're all cleaned up. I still have to maintain some of my indifference or else you might get too used to it," he jests as well with a grin of his own, motioning to a car nearby. "I could start now by driving and having you walk instead so you don't dirty my car with your blood. But thankfully, this is my brother's car, so hop in." Casting another playful glance towards the shorter male, he unlocks both door before he slips into the driver's seat, starting the car up and pulling out. "This'll be my one good deed of the week."
Character stats framework.
Full Name: Oh Shixun.
Age: 21
Birthday: 1994 April 12th.
Species: Human.
Nationality: Korean.
Sex: Male.
Religion: Has no religious views.
Occupation: Mortician at a local funeral home with his brother.
Status: Active.
Fandom: krp.
Face Claim: EXOâs Oh Sehun.
Physical Traits
Eye color(s): Brown.
Hair color(s): Â Previously brunet, dyed back to black.
Height: 185cm.
Weight: 62kg.
Body build: Lean, toned.
Notable physical traits: .Calloused hands and a few small scars adorning his fingers and chest from when he was younger.
Phobias and Diseases
Phobia(s): Atychiphobia.
Mental Disease(s): None.
When and how was this diagnosed?: N/A
Physical Disease(s): N/A.
When was this diagnosed and/or how did it happen?: N/A
Personality
Moral Alignment:Â test here.
Chaotic Evil || A chaotic evil character does whatever his greed, hatred, and lust for destruction drive him to do. He is hot-tempered, vicious, arbitrarily violent, and unpredictable. If he is simply out for whatever he can get, he is ruthless and brutal. If he is committed to the spread of evil and chaos, he is even worse. Thankfully, his plans are haphazard, and any groups he joins or forms are poorly organized. Typically, chaotic evil people can be made to work together only by force, and their leader lasts only as long as he can thwart attempts to topple or assassinate him. Chaotic evil is sometimes called demonic because demons are the epitome of chaotic evil. Chaotic evil is the best alignment you can be because it combines self-interest and pure freedom. However, chaotic evil can be a dangerous alignment because it represents the destruction not only of beauty and life but also of the order on which beauty and life depend.
Jung: test here.
INTJ: Introvert (44%), Intuitive (25%), Thinking (62%), Judging (33%)
Enneagram: test here.
Type Three: The Acheiver The adaptable, success-oriented type. Threes are self-assured, attractive, and charming. Ambitious, competent, and energetic, they can also be status-conscious and highly driven for advancement. They are diplomatic and poised, but can also be overly concerned with their image and what others think of them. They typically have problems with workaholism and competitiveness. At their Best: self-accepting, authentic, everything they seem to beârole models who inspire others.
Four Temperaments:Â test here.
Your temperament is melancholic. The melancholic temperament is fundamentally introverted and thoughtful. Melancholic people often were perceived as very (or overly) pondering and considerate, getting rather worried when they could not be on time for events. Melancholics can be highly creative in activities such as poetry and art - and can become preoccupied with the tragedy and cruelty in the world. Often they are perfectionists. They are self-reliant and independent; one negative part of being a melancholic is that they can get so involved in what they are doing they forget to think of others.
Stats
Compassion: 3/10.
Empathy: 3/10.
Creativity: 10/10.
Mental Flexibility: 8/10.
Passion/Motivation: 7/10.
Education: 10/10.
Stamina: 10/10.
Physical Strength: 8/10.
Battle Skill: 10/10.
Initiative: 9/10.
Restraint: 6/10.
Agility: 10/10.
Strategy: 9/10.
Teamwork: 5/10.
Look here, here, and here.
Musical-Rhythmic Intelligence: 6/10.
Visual-Spatial Intelligence: 7/10.
Verbal-Linguistic Intelligence: 10/10.
Logical-Mathematical Intelligence: 7/10.
Bodily-Kinesthetic Intelligence: 8/10.
Interpersonal Intelligence: 7/10.
Intrapersonal Intelligence: 8/10.
Existential Intelligence: 5/10.
Naturalistic Intelligence: 10/10.
He has to admit he is shocked by the boyâs appearance - its even nicer than the picture that was shown to him. He doesnât hate his friend as much as he did twenty minutes ago, though the whole âblind dateâ thing is still a bit too much for him. He isnât in any position to be looking for a relationship, but he also isnât about to let his friend down - no, sheâs done too much for him. Heâll try to play out this date nicely enough, but that doesnât mean that heâll actively pursue anything. He chuckles at the boyâs words, nodding as he takes a seat across from his date. âShixun,â he repeats, committing the name to memory, âI can see why that would be troubling. I should have gave some warning or something. Iâm sorry if I spooked you.â The habit of rambling is one he shares with the other, but he also has a penchant for apologizing for things that donât require apologies. âI found it just fine - GPS on the phone and all. Actually, I think we both might be a bit early, huh?â He explains, taking a quick look around the building. Itâs a cute restaurant, he decides. âSo,â he starts in a serious voice, flipping through the menu laid out in front of him, âVery important question to start off with. Are you a dog or cat person?â
Shixun lets out a breath he wasn't even aware of holding in once the ice had been broken between them and he could take the time to collect his thoughts. The main thing he had to take mental note of was how attractive the other was, which was a complete shock seeing as how he wasn't given any image of the boy beforehand. Of all the images he'd conjured in his mind for how the other could potentially look, this was far from any of them. In his mind, he figured he'd have someone nice to admire even if things didn't work out in the end.
It was also a comforting thought to note that Jei seemed just as nervous as he was with a penchant for talking a lot as well, which was a good sign. At least it meant there wouldn't be that many awkward silences between them.
"Um..dogs..?" the question was definitely unique and one that caught him off-guard as he wondered what it meant to the other. "I like cats, but dogs are much more entertaining to me; although I'd have a cat around just for the aesthetic appeal." He was already amused to begin with, wanting to retort with a question of his own, "Alright, do you prefer chocolate or strawberry flavors?"
kxmnanaâ:
She can smell him before she sees him. A man dragging himself up onto the bar stool beside her, the smell of liquor permeating off of him. It burns her nose and she turns her head away, not wanting to draw any attention to the fact that she had been watching him from her peripheral vision. The doctor has learned one thing when it comes to drinking, and those who drink. Usually when a person drinks themselves into a stupor, itâs because theyâre wanting to forget something, or someone - or, theyâre just an alcoholic.
She wonders if heâs the latter, but judging by how heâs acting, itâs probably the former. Because alcoholics were typically melancholy people, their bodies accustomed to the alcoholâs impairing affects. The womanâs here waiting for a friend, already with a drink in her hand, her favorite â a cosmopolitan, itâs flavor so rich and sweet that it was hard to taste any trace of the alcohol content. She tasted her first cosmopolitan back in America, and luckily this bartender knew exactly how to make her drink of choice.
Hearing the man beside her grumbling to himself about how heâs been cut off by the woman behind the bar, who was glaring back at the man for his behavior, Nana turns in her bar stool so that she can get a better look at him. Heâs slouched forward, face red from the booze coursing through his veins. She canât help but feel a little sympathy for the man, so she waves the bartender over and orders a glass of ice water.
âHere. You really should consider drinking this, and maybe about ten more glasses so that you wonât have a nasty hangover tomorrow.â She slides the chilled glass over to him, the sound of her gentle flowing voice a soft hum under the roar of the music and the chatter of people around them.
âTrust me, you wonât regret it.â
Being in a bar was definitely ranked high on the list of things Shixun doesn't do, with drinking not far underneath. The boy was completely out of his element in this new atmosphere, but with the recent turn of events, he figured he had nothing left to lose at this point. It was sheer curiosity that led him here, wanting to not only find some sort of distraction from his thoughts, but to test if alcohol really had the power to make him forget his problems.
It started with one glass of some drink that he doesn't remember the name of, but thankful for the guy beside him for suggesting it. Was he that hard to figure out? Were it not for the drink, he would have felt embarrassed for asking where the menu was located. The liquid was a completely new color compared to the first taste he'd had back in grade school at some party or another, and the memory wasn't a good one. Shixun can still remember the way the soju burned his throat as he was persuaded to drink a large amount and the faces of his peers as they cheered him on and laughed, too intoxicated to realize that he wasn't enjoying it as much as they were.
Memories seemed to surface the longer he waited to intake the drink and before he has time to consider stopping himself, he's downing the drink as fast as he can. It was fucking awful. The taste, the burn--everything made him want to vomit it right out, but he held back because this is exactly what he needed. In those few moments of disgust, he realized that he hadn't thought of anything else but the taste of the alcohol, so they began to multiply until he's cut off from any more.
Vision blurry and head spinning, he doesn't know what to do or even what to think. Everything was a jumbled mess of words that sounded as slurred as his own speech was at the moment, but he can hear everyone else perfectly. His turns his attention towards the offered glass and the female's words with slight confusion, but he doesn't question her motives and takes the offered drink, taking big sips in hopes it would sober him up enough to walk home.
"Thank you.." he mumurs out at first, but repeats himself loud enough to be heard above the music. He couldn't focus very well at the moment, but he could make out the image of the type of woman he would have offered to buy a drink for at any other given opportunity. "...I should be the one giving you drinks instead."

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let's do a weird headcanon thing.
1. what they smell like: if heâs at work, or coming from work, he might have a hint of formaldehyde clinging to him, but typically has no smell/soap and shampoo. 2. how they sleep: curled up on his side with the covers draped around his waist 3. what music they enjoy: alternative rnb 4. how much time they spend getting ready every morning: he tries to give himself a time limit of at least 30 minutes at most, unless itâs a special occasion 5. their favorite thing to collect: beautiful things. 6. left or right-handed: right. 7. religion (if any): n/a 8. favorite sport: do esports count? 9. favorite touristy thing to do when traveling: visit any and every restaurant to try local food. 10. favorite kind of weather: cloudy days with a slight breeze 11. a weird/obscure fear they have: being caught 12. the carnival/arcade game they always win without fail: shooting basketballs
âyouâre really good at thisâŚâ
âYouâre really good at this..â
The words sparked something inside him, but he couldnât quite take it as a compliment. To anyone, it seemed like a strenous job, but to Shixun, this was just another day at work, except what he was doing wasnât for any family or funeral gathering.
He was thankful for the mask that covered most of his face as he smiles behind it, knowing had he given any signs of how much his ego was growing, it would have most likely been deflated immediately. Examining the body before them, Shixun could assume that it had been left unattended for at least three days as with the obvious signs of discoloration against the corpseâs abdomen and the marbling of skin that he found morbidly intriguing. Even without asking, he knew the cause of death immediately, noticing the imprints of struggle around the victimâs neck as a clear sign of asphyxiation. Typical. It made the mortician chuckle a bit at the simplicity of it all.
âIâd say the same for you, but it doesnât take a professional to strangle someone to death,â there was a hint of mockery in his voice as he spoke, wanting to get a rise out of the other. âIâm sure youâve seen more gruesome crimes in your profession, why wouldnât you go all out?â
It was a shame, honestly. Had Zero not been in his presence, he would have been in the process of prepping the body and dissecting it to save the most valuable organs he can still salvage once the process of decomposition has begun. At this point, heâd be lucky with a decent heart or a liver to potentially sell, but he didnât have the luxury of finding out. All Shixun could do was stare in disappointment as money was burned right before his eyes.
âYouâre welcome,â he says once the flames died down, already knowing whatâs behind the oven doors. âIâve been so generous to you all this time and I havenât gotten anything in return, you know. I have bills to pay as well.â
[...] Raising a hand, she pressed her lips tightly together as she dragged a claw of her finger down his shoulder to his hand. Trying her hardest not to think about her killings and how he would be such a perfect victim to her if anything was to go wrong. The Witch would do anything to put her hands around someone, someone like him. He was like a little lamb to her but to Seugi, she was starting to get comfortable with the way he was acting towards her. But they both knew that they should never get fooled by the way a human being talked to them or even treat them.Â
Anything was literally possible. Se-ulâÂ
"If that's the case, then I think you and I have more in common than we're letting on," In the back of Shixun's mind, he couldn't push aside the thought that he was speaking to someone other than the girl herself. To anyone else's eyes, nothing seemed out of the ordinary and one might even call him crazy for thinking in such a way--but it was a hunch.
It wasn't as if he minded, really.
"That depends on if you want to be called that, but I want to put an actual name to your face than a title. I don't want to think that this would just be a one-time thing.." ...'because you intrigue me', he thought to himself. For every bit of danger he felt around the female, he knew he could exude tenfold. "You're not the type of person someone can just easily forget either way."
He didn't flinch at all as he felt the juxtaposition of her nail against his skin which left a trail of goosebumps in its' wake that defied the temperature around them. He had to admit that she was good at concealing her thoughts, but so was he. Any sign of weakness that he could make a mistake of showing would be a fatal flaw in who would get the upper hand. This wasn't a battle he had any intentions of losing.
Before she has the power to make another move, he curls his fingers around her wrist to lift her hand up towards his lips as he presses the softest of kisses against the back, smiling afterwards. To him, this was nothing more than a mind game of who could make the first move first, but he knew that he had the wit to try and outsmart the other if anything were to ever escalate to that point. For now, he was enjoying this more than he probably should be. Thumb gliding against her skin, he releases it just in time to catch a glimpse of the makings of a name.
"Seul..?" The name sounded unfinished against his tongue as he reiterated it, trying to swallow the single syllable. "Seul it is, then. For some reason I was expecting a more complex name, but this is..cute. It's simple and sweet, much like yourself, I would assume?"
scaeviitas:
  The male only nodded his head while he kept on listening to the other and though he didnât like the tone one bit with which the other kept inquiring him, Baekhyun was nothing but the patience in person. âI told you before.â The index finger of his left hand was raised to wiggle it in front of the otherâs face in a what was supposed to be disapproving manner but ended up being nothing but ridiculously adorable. âThe boy fell down and sprained his ankle, and I told him Iâd bring him to his parents if he told me where they were, which is why I ended up carrying him on my back. And you saw his mother too, she was thankful that I took care of the situation. So what if I got a few scratches because of that?â
         That was an understatement; in fact, Baekhyunâs arms and cheeks were covered in deep scratches that descended from the thorns of the plants that he had been forced to go through in order to get the boy (and himself) safely out of the woods. Just why exactly children thought it was okay to play in a forest was still beyond the young man, but he wasnât going to reprimand a child for just wanting to have fun. Even if it had been slightly dangerous, if not to say reckless. âIt was for a good reason. You would have done that too, right?â
Sometimes Shixun himself was even unaware of how empathetic he could be when the time arose, but he had a slight tinge of guilt as he listened to Baekhyun's words. It was no surprise that the other would feel compelled to help someone in need, especially someone younger, much as the other had helped him before. It still didn't brush away the fact that the other boy was covered in cuts and bruises that would undoubtedly mar his overall unblemished skin if not taken care of quickly.
"I guess I would have.." the words came out with much uncertaintly as he thought about it. Had he been spotted by the child, he'd have no other option but to help, but even thinking of just pretending he didn't see an injured child nearby sparked up even more of his guilty conscience. "The important thing is that you're both okay. We need to take care of those scars, though. Are you in a rush to go somewhere? Because my apartment is nearby and we can stop by since I have a first aid kit there." Even without hearing a response from the other, he reaches for the male's sleeve to guide him alongi n their path, "You're lucky I care about you enough to do this."
vnitta:
ăâ âYou should, though.â  Musing into her own world of unhappy memories, Anita answered using a concerned  tone. At her point of view, it was nice to celebrate a birthday, since she never had an actual birthday party. âYou thought what..?â Once turning to taller male, she arched one of her eyebrows before letting a small chuckle escape her burgundy-painted lips. âOh, my dear. It always will be like that. We grow up, we get old.â A quiet sigh came out after the last word. Actually she wasnât completely sure about the accuracy of his words, but sheâs not the kind who cares at all. Anitta went almost always surrounded by all the possible kinds of people. Even the insane ones. âBut tell me, any plans for your birthday?â Placing her palm underneath her chin upon raising her gaze at his, she made an attempt to brighten the subject.
Amidst the string of unnerving thoughts plaguing his mind, he could find a spark of light with the female's question. It wasn't much, but it was something. Slender fingers grasped the base of his cup as he let the warmth emanate and erase the chill that clung to them.
"My plans..? Mmh, I'm going to spend the day with my brother, since we were born together. He said he has a surprise for me, but won't tell me any more than that." His eyes drift towards the small pieces of napkin he'd balled up earlier out of sheer anxiousness and he suddenly feels a bit ashamed at his childish display. "I should probably return the favor, but whenever I ask him what he wants, he always says 'nothing'."
Lifting his gaze again, he meets the female's with a tiny pout forming on his lips, "What would you even do in that situation? I'm terrible at gift-giving and he's no help at all." It was his own attempt at lightening the mood that he seemed to damper with his own words, albeit unintentionally. Shixun was no mind reader, but he's taken more than enough psychology courses to pick out certain aspects of a person's dialogue to gain a window into their emotions. It left him wondering who was reading who at the moment.

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akijei:
There is nothing worse than being set up on a blind date, Jei thinks as he walks into the small restaurant. Its a favor for his sisterâs friend, someone who has helped him more than she should have since his siblingâs passing. She always tells him he needs to get out more, and this time she decided to take it into her own hands. He owes her enough, though, so going on a date with whoever she has set him up with is the least he can possibly do. The restaurant is nice enough, tasteful even if itâs terribly small. He is early, but it seems that his âdateâ is even earlier, Jei recognizing him from the picture his friend sent him. At least he hopes thatâs the one. He gets nervous all of a sudden - he bites his lip and smooths his hair down before making his way to the table with long strides. âHey,â he says, extending a hand, âIâm Jei.â
Even with the steady drone of voices around him, Shixun was in a quiet little world of his own as he sat, elbows perched onto the table. One deep sigh--then another--and he's counting the grains of salt that were spilled in front of him as a distraction from his thoughts. Thoughts of 'Why am I even here?' to 'I can't believe I'm doing this, maybe it's not too late to bail' were doing somersaults in his mind with the clock ticking down until it was time to come face to face with this stranger. It was all a terribly conceived plan his brother thought of as a way to get him out more and socialize with more people. As if he needed the help.
It was one thing to be introduced to other people through friends, but a blind date was in a new category entirely. This was a one time chance to make a good impression so the other person would want to keep seeing him, but the idea of dating wasn't something he himself was too keen on. If anything, he would try to make that known at some point. Aside from a name, Shixun knew nothing about the other person which is why the moment he catches a male approaching, he's tempted to say something to make sure it was him. Those thoughts were quickly confirmed with the next words spoken, extending his own hand.
"I'm so relieved," the boy laughs mirthfully, eyes forming two perfect crescents. "I wasn't sure what to do if you were just a stranger wanting to talk to me or..something. I'm Shixun." Well, this was already starting off rocky--or so Shixun thought. He had a penchant for incessantly rambling when he's nervous. "You didn't have trouble finding the place, right? I was worried I wouldn't which is why I left early, and ended up here a bit too early."
migvngâ:
ÂŤ Youâd better find a drawer or a box where you should hide in, then. Âť
Crossing his arms, he feigns offense while puffing his cheeks, âYeah, well, maybe if you stop exposing me like this I wouldnât have to feel like this!â