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gmxchangmin:

“shim changmin, you have three seconds!”

she was drunk. drunk enough that she’d slipped into playing with the fireplace in ways that made his stomach turn—until he could swore he heard her skin cells dying in the heat—but unable to leave for fear that jung soojung would resort to worse if she believed she were alone. a bath seemed like the perfect solution, as a place where he could be in the room without being in the room.

that was until her small but loud fists collided with the door, and whining erupted from the other side—”three! two! one!”

she’d have been too fast even if he were trying. instead of the mad rush that his girlfriend was perhaps expecting, changmin dragged himself from the warm water—meant to sooth the ache in his nerves—and hit the drain before wrapping a towel around his waist. of course, no sooner than he opened the door did he feel the first collision of a palm with his wet forehead.

slap!

"what is it?"

he wasn’t going to pretend like it didn’t sting—

she’s uncharacteristically drunk.

uncharacteristically, because the likes of jung soojung never gets drunk. buzzed and tipsy, maybe, but not full blown wasted—at least, not when it came to alcohol, that was more of her boyfriend’s forte—as it was, however, the telekinetic was a little too inebriated to think properly. undoubtedly a good thing, seeing as she didn’t want to think too much about yetis and what not anyway. instead, soojung found herself standing before the bathroom door, small singed fists pounding against the wood separating her and her naughty boyfriend.

“three, two, one!”

she’s counting extremely quick, even she knows that, delicate brows strung together in impatience as her lips pucker, giving the door a few more bangs before it opens up to reveal shim changmin in all his wet glory.

she didn’t even try to suppress the natural urge that surfaced as her palm meets his forehead with a sharp slap.

“you took too long!” it escapes in the form of a whine, slapping his forehead a few more times as she steps forward with a final slap—palm resting over his eyes. “i have something very important to ask you.” her words are slightly slurred, face hot and heart pounding with anticipation as her fingers wiggle, flying the thin metal band from her bag toward her.

“very, very, very important.” soojung draws on, growing a bit flustered as she thinks about the specifics--what should she do? should she get down on one knee? but then he’ll be able to see—that’s not going to be surprising is it?

ah—fkaushdufhsdukh.

“suuuuuuuuuuuuper important….”

now she’s just dragging it out in order to summon up enough nerve.

“likereallysuperimportantmatterslikewillyoumarrymemyonlyloveshimchangmin.”  

she moves quick after the mouthful, sliding the band on his left hand with her free hand as a drunkenly pleased giggle follows.

wait, that’s the wrong order.

gmxmyungsoo:

october 24, 2014 | 12:14pm

(. swallows his hesitation—fully aware that he’d been stupid in choosing to avoid them all this time—and approaches the young woman outside the building where he knows she lives; hands clasping the strings of a small gift bag hidden behind his back, tightly enough that his knuckles whiten—his hand shakes as he dips his head, thick words slipping from his lips ) hi, i—i wanted to wish you a happy birthday in person… i’m so sorry i wasn’t here before— (. already, he’s at a loss for words, eyes fixed on the tips of his boots as his heart clenches wildly ) i—happy birthday, soojung. (. at last, he meets her eyes, gaze glassy as he takes in all the subtle changes that age has brought her in the past two years ) i got you something; it isn’t much but… (. he places the bag in her hands, not quite paying mind to how his fingertips rattle with pure nerves; instead, he wonders if she’ll like what’s inside—a simple bracelet with a number of charms painstakingly chosen to hang from the chain; a cloud for jinri, an open circle for han, a bead with the exact same shade that ravi’s hair had been once upon a time; and next to it a small bird; tinted black, a tiny flame for char—as badly as he teased him—, a tiny replica of a stuffed owl (for link, and for yura), two wine glasses for the ever infamous siblings, a lightening bolt for jaehwan, a book for the girl genius, and lastly, a tiny snowflake near the end of the chain, just beside the clasp—it was presumptuous, of course, to include himself in such a history but somewhere within the depths of the ice was a flicker of hope. somewhere } i hope you like it.

( txt ) what's wrong who died

there’s something about waking up in a comfy bed completely not her own that is—oddly, so—pleasing as hell. although maybe it’s just because of the fact that she’s currently—technically—on a vacation. away from the busy city and work and obligations and—nightmares that occasionally drops by like an unwanted relative during the fall season. soojung resists the urge to wince within the arms of her sleeping boyfriend—she doesn’t really have any relatives left that would drop on by, now does she?—face burying into the crook of his neck for a long moment before she pulls away with a decisive huff.

times for sulking should have been left behind a long time ago.

or at least, not when they’re on vacation.

it is with that in mind that the telekinetic draws herself away the dangerously warm and welcoming (in which it almost hurts to pull away from) embrace of her boyfriend’s to slip off the bed and get dressed and maybe—well she hasn’t thought of what to do beyond getting dressed yet, but she’ll think of something.

something along the lines of going out and grabbing breakfast for the whole group of friends she has sleeping in (something tells her jinri—her early riser due to an unforgivable onslaught of nightmares buddy—didn’t even come back last night), that is.

however, even she didn’t expect the scene that greets her upon opening the door—or rather, the snowball—

“y—yah!”