𝕤𝕙𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝘄𝗲 𝕕𝕒𝕟𝕔𝕖? ⚘

      hi everyone! this blog is still open. I took a much need couple weeks break. however, i’m quite enjoying that break but still want to rp. lately I’ve been really loving discord rp, so I think I’ll be on there for awhile hiding out until I feel like I’ve gotten enough muse back. I might continue to reply on here, but if so it might be slower. that’s why I would love to have some discord partners to rp with! mutuals or not, as long as you’re 18+ and down to plot some fun stuff, feel free to add me. just tell me who you are so I know. hot grapes#6771  / I very much enjoy having private muses as well, and all types of aus are welcome. 

      Bohyun didn’t know why he felt so sad about losing sight of the boy. He’s never had that reaction to anyone before. Not even the idols he was starstruck over. So why him? He was just starting to think maybe it was all in his head when he heard a voice and felt the tap and just knew. He turned to face the other, his breath being taken away at the sight of him. All the feelings of joy and comfort returned to him, and it took everything in him not to go straight in for a hug. Which again was unlike him. “I’m Bohyun.” He answered after a few seconds of silence, eyes widened and face heating up just slightly. “Who’re..who’re you?” His voice sounded small, and suddenly he was nervous. He didn’t know why he wanted to be so close to the stranger, and he was worried if he said too much, it would scare them away. It was already luck they found each other again. 

       He barely registered when their leader started guiding him backstage, feeling panic seize up at him. “But..” He muttered, realizing they were being filed back. His eyes kept going back to the boy in the crowd, trying to keep track as he begrudgingly followed his group backstage, but eventually he lost sight. His stomach felt unwell, like he wasn’t safe anymore. He was surrounded by groups of people trying to find their waiting area, and he just stood there, members probably not realizing he didn’t keep following them. He made himself walk to a spot in the long hallway, where he tried to process what he was feeling and wondered if he’d be able to see the mystery idol again. That thought worried him. What if he wasn’t able to?

        He mumbled something to his oldest hyung, about there being so many people, who gently patted his back. His members knew he wasn’t great with crowds, but as long as they were there, he was fine. He felt safe. His eyes scanned the crowd before glancing down the lineup of groups. He admired a few of them quite a lot. He was just about to get starstruck over an older idol group he was a fan of when his eyes met someone..different. In any normal scenario, he would just shift his gaze, but his body felt tingly...that’s the only way he could describe it. He’d never felt it before, like a deep sense of warmth and serenity that blossomed throughout his body. He felt like the world was fading around him, and he couldn’t look away from the other boy. Something inside him immediately wanted to go over to him, run even, but his last shred of willpower stopped him. 

      He sighed, realizing there was no use hiding it anymore. “I thought I would look cool. Everyone else is going to haunted houses and having scary movie marathons. Every time someone asks at the company, I have to turn them down. You seemed like someone who has no fears, so I wanted to impress you...” He muttered the last part, lips formed in a small pout. He knew it was a stupid idea, but he was too nervous to ask Daniel out on a date. At work, their lunches were boring and routine. All he could do is sit there while everyone, or at least the more obvious, tried to get his handsome co-worker’s attention. And he couldn’t even judge them because at least they had courage.

      when daejoon looked back up at daniel, his worries faded away for a second. seeing him smile like that kind of made it seem like it was just them, and that they weren’t stuck in a scary motel together. “I..” he was about to say something when he heard a noise behind them, quickly looking back while at the same time grabbing onto daniel’s arm. “what was that? you heard that right?” he asked quickly, glancing towards the tour group and realizing they had already gone around the corner from the sounds of it. he was two seconds away from saying fuck the tour and getting out of there. 

     “Ahh, do you think they do special effects to trick us?” He asked, feeling the back of his neck where a cold breeze just passed. He picked this instead because he knew he couldn’t handle a haunted house. It would show how frightened he got at anything, especially being scared, and he was trying to seem cool for once. But as more of the tour passed, he was starting to get chills, and he kept hearing little noises, feeling the temperature drop. He was trying to convince himself it was just part of the tour, but it was technically advertised as historical more than spooky. “I didn’t see anything on the flyer..”

          hanwoo  was  sitting  in  the  patio  area  of  the  gathering,  minding  his  own  business  and  scrolling  through  his  phone.  he  had  no  interests  in  networking,  even  if  some  popular  people  were  there.  looking  at  people  as  business  opportunities  never  sat  well  with  him,  so  anytime  he  was  invited  to  a  party  or  event,  ninety-nine  percent  of  the  time  he  stuck  with  his  friends  and  drank  some  wine  if  it  was  available.  which  is  what  he’d  been  doing.  it  was  only  by  chance  when  he  looked  up  from  his  phone  that  he  saw  someone...familiar.  squinting  his  eyes,  he  realized  who  it  looked  like.  “is  that  navy?”  he  asked  the  friend  beside  him,  who  he’d  gone  to  the  restaurant  with  semi-regularly.  he  heard  their  confused  agreement,  and  he  got  off  the  chair,  being  the  embarrassing  mom  friend  he  was,  “Navy!  Navy!”  He  called  out  to  the  other,  motioning  him  to  come  over.  

        so admittedly, hanwoo found yves very attractive, but being in an industry like modeling, you could be surrounded by some of the most beautiful people you’d ever meet. he could keep his cool. he preferred to get to know people on a friendship level before anything happened, though there were those couple nights he went out for shots...he blamed that on his best friend. as he was sitting there, he expected yves to come out and look good, but when the moment came, he was anything but cool. his usual calm and passive demeanor cracking just slightly. the man looked absolutely stunning, so ethereal he was about to call vogue or someone with the power to put yves on every magazine ever. eyes scanning every inch, when yves undid another button, and he sucked in a silently breath, wondering how he was going to respond. “...three is good.” he muttered, wishing a hole would swallow him.