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┗ •fresh start.° ┓ fm&jdh

dark brown hues traces the mallet that slides across of him, and like fate he reaches for it, his anticipation and hesitation slowing the time they settle in. a little dramatic for something as simple as reaching onto a mallet, but it wasn’t just that. to own the feeling of eagerness intertwined with fresh fascination as it rolls through the bones of his hand as it nears the item, was more than what it seemed. to play a game with someone, in your enjoyment hasn’t been a memory he was left with yet. so to be given this chance to, was wonderful. as all five fingers come in contact with the item, slight confusion reaches the tips of his fingers as it tries to figure out the concept of the whole game. gaze intensely on the mallet, it searches the object as his hand was able to find a grasp that seemed correct on the matter. a voice seeps in his little world, focus rising above to face the male. the words seemed foreign to him, as if it was a whole different language. he couldn’t completely understand what he had meant by puck or the whole system on that it comes out on his side. he follows the gaze of the male, assuming that the answer had to be somewhere near him, or in this case: below him. flicking optics rise to meet another pair and the spotted opening on the contraption, unsure if the circular object placed below of him was what he meant. it was physically a “puck” from what he knew, and that was the only thing around him that was shaped so. eventually, he reaches a conclusion and clips his two vacant fingers on the puck, pulling it out and placing it on on the table. the subtle blast of air coming from below the surface, blew the puck, slowly it drifted away from him. as his eyes lock on another opening, a vertical one this time, in front of the latter, his mind had started to piece things together. “Do you just--” abruptly he pushes forth with his mallet, smacking the puck to the other side, instantly shooting towards the goal, and it excites him.

crossing her arms, she pursed her lips and glared at the male. “when i’m queen, you’re the first one i’m having beheaded.” 

Her reaction only amused him-- until she voiced her statement. he held his hands in the air, shaking his head as if he was pleading innocent.❝ Woah, woah, woah. Hold your horses, princess. You’re not the reincarnation of King Louis XVI, are you? Don’t put me under a guillotine, I’m your most loyal subject! I’ll pllay nice from now on, I swear--❞ 

A stream of laughter flowed through the male’s tiers, eyes practically disappearing when he narrows his eyes at the female. ❝ We’re really going to do this tour then. Pack your bags and get your passport ready. We’re leaving this weekend! ❞ He rolls his eyes in jest, heading over to another side before coming back with a policeman’s hat and placing atop the crown of the other’s head. He places a pair of handcuffs in the female’s hand, bringing two hands to cover his lips and feign a shocked expression afterwards.❝ Excuse me officer, what did you say? You’re arresting me? For being too handsome? ❞ He laughs once again, taking the hat off the female’s head and putting off to the side. 

┗ •up all night.° ┓ fm&ak

┗ •fresh start.° ┓ fm&jdh

lights. it was the lights that caught his attention. the colorful hues emitting from the store, the rapid blinking of lights, it was pretty much calling out to the teenager’s fascination. he had just returned from a nearby pharmacy near his workplace, to buy his daily medicine that his life depended on. it felt stupid to acknowledge that one single pill would control the outcome of your day, and your life. daehyun could endlessly ramble on about the topic, but in the end he had nothing else to lean back on but that medicine. and you would need to keep l i v i n g, to endlessly ramble on about something.  despite that it was completely necessary to spend his inadequate money on the life source, he felt at loss, for he believed that the only thing that would keep him alive is the possessing or experiencing the things he had never been able to before. that was life, well to him at least. tightening his grasp on the white plastic bag the pharmacy provided him with his medicine, he walks closer to the store, optics scanning practically every inch of it.                                                                                                  ( it was an arcade. ) he’d seen one a bunch of times— in dramas, as the supposedly perfect date scene of some sort. from what he acquired, it was suppose to be filled with billions of games, all powered by first electricity, and money. his dark brown hues satisfied from capturing the outside structure, he enters in colliding with even more brighter and colorful lights.  fascinated, he starts to wander from one corner to another, casually observing each game nearby. to spend your so little money, to experience playing an arcade game, would be stupid, but so worth it in his book. reaching his hand in his pocket to acquire any money left in him, his feet and his eyes wander for a game to try out. one that would catch his attention, one that would be worth playing, one like that… his gaze lands on air hockey table, finding it cool to see something in that appearance. subconsciously he goes nearer to the game, relying on a random p a s s e r b y to give him an idea on how it worked.