apathy.

“i need,” his breath catches, it’s a small hitch that no one but him would notice. he breathes, gathers his bearings before speaking again. “i need everyone to calm down okay?” it’s quiet enough in the salon that as low as he speaks everyone can hear him.  everyone’s eyes are on him too, well him and the male who’d stumbled into the shop. bloodied, charging, before he hit the floor. dripping blood and dropping to the floor.

dae was on the man in an instant, covering him from the sight of the customers, knowing his co-workers would do their best to calm them. soft words and softer whimpers from wounded and onlooker alike. all he knew is he had to search for the wound before red covered the salon floor. it would streak, paint and steal life in seconds and that’s all he had. he searched and searched and searched, hands delicate but quick. when he finds the gash he knows the handiwork, sees red and flesh disfigured around a tattoo and suddenly knows what’s going on.

“get everyone into the back, don’t let anyone call the cops.”  they’re not safe with him here. 

it was quite the spectacle for a Wednesday morning, and daewon couldn’t remember that last time he’d seen someone bloodied like this. he reacted relatively well, as opposed to the gasps and yells of the few customers they had. wednesdays weren't that busy so he was grateful. he could think, he could move. 

Well, it seems the explanation is believable. For a moment he had assumed this new sparkly look is something intentional and thoroughly planned, a fresh touch of the upcoming autumn trends. The more he thinks of it, the more it feels like an option, but the truth happens to be much more simple and less fashion-related. Kids. 

“What? A party at the shop, do you mean the salon?”

Zitao is still eyeing the glittery appearance of the man who so diligently swipes off some of the decorations. And to that too, the young man has something to say with amusement lingering somewhere upon those words. “You don’t have to remove it for me, just wear it, by all means. I was curious to know the story behind this. It kind of looks as if you’ve done it one purpose. Leave it there, it’s better if people look at you and not at me.” Put some emphasis on kind of. Not until then does he notice something blingy on his black jeans, and the man wastes no time to inspect closer. 

“Now you got it on me too, look. What a mess.” He tries to wipe it off, but only manages to smear the small particles further down his thigh. Good ideas would be appreciated. Unbothered as he may seem, he doesn’t wish to smudge glitter on everything he touches.

“I wouldn’t call it a party-----” he finishes that thought with a chuckle at the end. Because it does bring a smile, whether he’d call it chaos or not, nothing he can’t handle. Nothing he’s not used to. They both know chaos in different ways thought their lives differ. It’s one of the fascinating things about experiences and humans. All different lives, same collection of emotions. Just expressed different.

Like joy, fascination. He’s careful with the things that interest him, the people and the words he uses with them, but kids, kids are wild with it, they attack and wring out the fascination. Both feel joy when they get what they want, boy feel it and get it differently but it’s still joy.

“More like an attack on the shop, one I was thoroughly unprepared for.” They don’t have visitor rules or kid rules either, Sohee preferring to keep the shop open to everyone despite the occasional celebrity or unpleasantness. They get along really well. “Not that I don’t think I could put this look together but, it’s kind of covering in patches, doesn’t give the subtle disorganized look I’d want if I were using it for fashion.”

He’s got no problem with glitter all over his clothes, no matter how the colors clash with his attire. Dae likes to think he can make a lot of things work if he’s nonchalant about it, but he’s too aware that he’s covered in glitter now, thinking of ways to arrange it. Not for his friend’s sake but simply for the aesthetic. 

listen… (* she takes a deep breath in a dramatic manner.) things happened. i noticed sometimes people need more than harsh words. (* she nonchalantly shrugs her shoulders, the playful smile still decorating her facial features.) yes, you should be more grateful for it, oppa. now people can hear your voice whenever they go to sleep— what do you do on your radio show? play ailee’s songs? (* despite her last question sounding somewhat teasing, she still looks at him with raised eyebrows; the curiosity showing on her features.) uhm… yeah. i’m not in a company anymore. (* expression changing, she ends up biting her lower lip; still showing great dislike towards the subject of her leaving.) nothing too serious. i just didn’t… how to say this? i just couldn’t handle the schedules.

oho. chaeyoung-ah your cool is showing. (’implications and all aside he’s grinning, easy and a little proud at that.) glad you got along well and did what you needed to do. that’s all that really matters. gotta do what’s best for yourself first, something I’m understanding a little better. (’his voice approaches the topic as his mind thinks it should, easy and without much change to his face, calm, not intruding.) I’m trying not to appear too biased for her but someone requested her songs and I make it a move to play her songs at least during one of the two shows. i can’t help it she’s got this heart. (’movement comes with that, a hand against his chest, clutching at nothing and a silly grin.) it’s mostly for advice though, music suggestions and such, just a way to get out what I want to say, and if people listen then, that’s great too. how about it, you’re gonna listen right?

/ @sunmiv

“Ah really?”

The statement isn’t that gentle kind of surprise but it’s more something he doesn’t think too much about. So it hits him with renewed realization. When he does start thinking about them, about the reason behind them, he gets a little too caught up. in ideas like beauty in destruction and scratched out sadness. So he smiles as he looks around, the plastic bag sloshing against his arm. Reminding him that he’s gotta eat but also knowing he’s two thoughts away from getting caught up.

it’s always a place he comes to, it’s not hidden as much as it’s only revealed at night. Streetlights start to illuminate the darkest corners around convenience stores and some minds pull towards alleyways, some don’t. It just so happened one night he was curious about the large stain of neon white along the wall and that’s how he found it.

A collection of souls in paint, a private gallery of underground Seoul.

He smiles as he looks through the newest additions, scribbles of paint and bigger murals, all overlapping and falling apart on the alleyway walls. He has no real reason for bringing people here, like tonight when his feet move and he finds himself there and with a companion. 

( @xozitao

“oh.”

to be fair, daewon’s long forgotten how to be a good host. host in the homey sense yes, host in the organization sense, no. he finds a lot of people like it when he doesn’t explain everything about the corners of his shop. it’s clean but it’s not too put-together. he’s a pretty put-together person but never takes the time to arrange everything. not where the trash can should go, the color of his tools or the blanket on the chair.

he leaves that to everyone else.

like the woman in her early thirties who brought her three children with her, all of whom were more than happy to decorate for him. decorate and play with anything they could get their hands on. why he thought purchasing arts and crafts and not hiding it was a good idea is beyond him. granted the shop looks better than he does now but it’s less of a problem as it is an afterthought. that’s why he looks down at himself, blinking in realization before dusting the first part off his jeans.

` ° * ✧ ° RANDOM SENTENCE STARTERS.

﹙  @daerein​, starter comin` atcha. ↺/+﹚

               《 ※ 》     ❝  I’VE BEEN KIND OF struggling lately with figuring out new songs to do choreography to.  ❞ Or perhaps he just lost that spark to actually dance and move with such fluidity and power at the same time. He won’t admit that, though. He would never admit that. Dance had been a part of him and had given him so many opportunities both great and small that he would refuse to believe the fire for such an expression be lost. So instead he’ll blame it on the music. Blame it on the concept that songs just weren’t the same anymore and he needed something new. A new sound, a new change in genre perhaps. Who would be a better candidate to ask than Daewon. 

❝ Got any suggestions ?  ❞

      Getting used to company at the studio was - a work in progress. Not because Daewon had a specific qualm about his own space but it was new that he had his own space. His apartment, fairly wide, almost wealthy wide was as much space as he needed. And his booth in the shop was smaller, gave him enough motion to do what he needed and not get distracted. Dewon kept himself, unintentionally, in pockets so he could observe everything around him. Like his friend, sudden by his side and slightly frazzled. “The easiest thing would be a complete 180? I’ve heard that mixing unconventional genres with hip-hop style is the trend nowadays.”

    “Like for instance if you do popping, having songs with a lot of cuts, like there’s a remix of the 1975 song Settle Down that has a lot of cuts for popping, what if you did the original? Although - I like Frank Ocean’s Solo Reprise that might be something new? You asked for new songs and I’m giving you concepts sorry man.”

you are lightcyan #E0FFFF

i haven’t always been violent! (* her voice rises a little in a defending manner; a huff following by her words.) you say there isn’t anything special to report but then you say your radio station opened up? yah! seriously… that’s a good thing! that’s a really good thing! (* she firmly nods, a smile playing on her lips which soon disappears once she hears his question and she ends up scratching the back of her neck.) where to start? i’m not in a company anymore. and now i have more freedom to do music. like you, nothing huge hasn’t happened.

debatable. (’he matches the words with a smile, one that’s become a habit, automatic since chaeyoung jumped back into his life. automatic and appreciating.) well I mean, it was an on the cuff decision so, I don’t know how I feel about it. if i’d been gearing for a radio station this whole time maybe i could present it differently. just one of those things - though maybe I should be more grateful for it huh? but yes it’s opened and I have an official slot, i’m official now. (’this smile is different, contemplating but still directed at her, focus and all.) nothing huge but you’re not in a company anymore? are you alright? nothing too serious spurred the move right? just - ah what is it....creative differences and all?

      daewon remembers adrenaline like an old foe. forgotten, discarded, hidden. he remembers it like something he doesn’t want to remember, or think about remember. those were the days when fear was something that shook the body and he couldn’t stop it. 

      he remembers it kind of like being sickly, not like being a different person. he is a different person but when this adrenaline hits it’s pricking. trying to find the space where it can still coil into his body and make him fear. he shakes, from the cold more than anything, the aftermath of the chase making his breathing rugged, his body uneasy. it’s why yutae’s presence isn’t distinguished. it’s why yutae is still something cutting off, breaking into the fight he’s having to shield his body from this regression.

     this unnecessary regression. 

     he fights it as he fights instincts. listens to footsteps retreat and listens to the shuffle of yutae’s body off his. he breathes. he isn’t where he is by fighting. he doesn’t get old foes by not fighting. so he breathes again and pulls at his jacket. “you’re hurt.” if daewon’s bleeding anywhere it’ll go unnoticed. that’s what he’s like when he’s focuses and that’s what he’s like when he pushes. “i can move and that’s all that matters.” the jacket’s off, the tan is off and rolled into a coil. “if yours is just a flesh wound then we need to get going.” he holds the strip out, folded and tight enough to cover yutae’s arm. he’ll calculate later, but right now is all instinct, instinct, instinct.

/ @bachye

so you’ve always been - violent? however life has been going. nothing too much and nothing really special to report. oh ah! my radio station opened up not too long ago. it’s a little small but as long as I have an hour I’m satisfied with what they give me. so now onto you little miss starlet. what’s been going on?