｡+ﾟ.。+。redemption by history boy｡+ﾟ.。+ 

♠️ “there’s nothing special about you, just agree you peaked in high school.”

♠️ you knew you shouldn’t have felt this way. like a depressing lump of lint you found at the deep end of your pocket while looking for change.

♠️ you were daughter to a ceo, heir to a multimillionaire company. you were everything anyone would ever want to be… but that excuse wasn’t going to get you through life now years after high school.

♠️ you were twenty five and rejoiced in your father’s money. that was it. his money. not yours. yuna, the girl who used to be part of the school’s biotechnology team, made sure to remind you that.

♠️ you smiled because, really, you didn’t know what to say. all you had ever known was to look pretty, smile, and be polite during your father’s company meetings. that meant staying quiet when people accused you of being a bimbo since your mentors instructed you to not ever make a sound while the board of directors made decisions.

♠️ “that’s enough,” junmyeon said. 

✿ l e t t e r s

⋮ ❀ fluff // ♣ angst // ❧ m 

➺ mini

‣ list // gaming partner, bbh

‣ series // ghost hunting partner, osh // summer affair with a god, dks

‣ ˚⑅exoᐝbot✩ // 12.02 am // 12.13 am // 2.55 am // 8.23 am // 10.25 pm

➺ grande

‣ k m s

‣ k j m

‣ z y x

‣ b b h

‣ k j d

‣ p c y

‣ d k s // 60s marmalade hues ♣❧

‣ k j i

‣ o s h

✿ a e s t h e t i x

➺ moodboards

‣ concepts // zenblanity, kji // praesenti, kji

‣ themed // softboyfriend!pcy

➺ edits

premise: kyungsoo as a sugar daddy in the 60s ; republished

genre: sugardaddy!au ; painter!au ; tattooartist!au ; angst ; smut 

warning: explicit sexual content, read at your own discretion 

♣   somehow, in his own childish manner, your father truly did believe bringing you as company to his, admittedly, rather irksome business parties–where socialite and the like saw you as some sort of disagreeable charity work–could be a proper way to atone for his scanty qualities as a parent.

♣   it wasn’t. and, of course, you were more brilliant than that. it wasn’t so unknown a fact that your father preoccupied himself only with his money, his business, and what would embellish his image. that is to say, having his completely lovable daughter clinging to his arm as the press caught him being the ever charming father the public presumed him to be was a must.

♣   you wouldn’t give him a thing, you would never. you sauntered your own way, getting blitzed on your own high visions of free love and ink. on a man that materialized out of artificial lamplights and high-priced cologne in his handsome black side-cut and impregnably etched sense of self-satisfaction.

♣   the moment you caught do kyungsoo watching you was the first rush. the manner in which his inky brown eyes trailed your body elicited a similar sensation to what you guessed would be taking a hit off some cannabis, effervescent and hot, and with the notion that nothing could be lost if you took another hit. 

☪*✩chuhun☪*✩ did an a c t i o n｡+ﾟ♪

zenblanity . the opposite of serendipity, the faculty of making unhappy, unlucky and expected discoveries by design.

｡+ﾟ.。+。ghost hunting partner osh☆*+.。☆

[mini series]

👻 a night freckled by stars saw the beginning to your bizarre friendship with the boy next door.

👻 one year your senior, you barely saw oh sehun at school.

👻 rumor had it he spoke with ghosts.

👻 you weren’t quite sure that was the case when you caught him sneaking into your lawn under the claims that some app helped him sense spirits.

👻 his mysterious and dark aura dissipated under that star-lit sky like a fog, rendering a soft and clumsy boy that tripped over a branch when you called out to him.

👻 that was the first night to your peculiar relationship.

👻 midnight meetings became the common as oh sehun began throwing little pebbles at your window, promising that “seriously, this time it caught something for sure!”

👻 exploration days were set on a whim.

👻 “have you seen the towns fair, yet?”

👻 “just once, why?”

👻 “how about at night?”

👻 “no fucking way, oh sehun.”

👻 coffee appointments–you wouldn’t dare call them dates–followed similar patterns each time: ordering a drink, talking about nothing, reading sehun’s diary, mapping locations, and getting the stupid ghost app to work.

👻 oh, yes, sehun’s diary. it wasn’t really a diary per se, but an account of every paranormal presence that he’s ever encountered…

👻 “and this was the time my door closed on its own. for. the. fourth. time.”

👻 … most of which could be explained by simple laws of physics.

👻 and you told him so, “sehun, you’re an absolute buffoon”

👻 he would laugh maniacally and go on to tell how he’d once sensed a ghost that had once been a clown.

👻 and when he laughed with so much joy and talked about what he was most passionate about—that’s when it hit you.

👻 you began liking that eccentric boy.