average gaebabz enthusiast

vampire gaebabz:

cold, harsh eyes stare at jooyeon from across the room. they linger too long on each part of him, unblinking. every time he looks up, he finds that same face looking back at him; slim, angular, framed by pitch black hair that ends at the stranger’s collarbones. jooyeon wonders if it’s ruder to ignore them or wave. he chooses the latter. like a statue awoken by an incantation, the stranger moves, a sly smile on their face.

jooyeon almost startles at the sudden movement, eyes fixated on the stranger as they move across room, seeming almost to glide more than walk.

voyager polycule:

hyeongjun doesn’t remember just how long he’s been alone. enough for the memory of his partners faces to blur around the edges, fine details lost to the entropic march of time. he knew it could happen, that his capsule would be knocked off course, that communications could cut out, but he never imagined that it would. that he’d become one of those statistics used to scare travellers, to warn people from searching the stars.

oxygen reserves won’t last much longer.

hyeongjun’s eyes dart to the last couple of canisters in the corner of his tattered shelter, and assumes he has two or three weeks left before hope gives out. he doesn’t know if anyone knows he’s here. he doesn’t know what planet he’s on. not even charting the movement of the stars has allowed him to pinpoint how far he is from home. so, he’s dedicated himself to research. the soil is dry, desolate, but small creatures find their home in the cracks between the plates of dirt. it rains, and the water is potable enough. wrecked parts of his capsule have been reformed into gutters for collection, and hyeongjun misses the taste of chocolate.

it’s been him for so long. his own voice for company, his breath the only sign that something human has ever touched this place. some days he wonders if it’s always been this way, if the warm memories of love and laughter, of a hand in his own and lips at his temple are just a dream. a coping mechanism. but there’s names. particulars. an ache in his chest that goes deeper than his organs. there’s an often mocked hatred of vegetables, the flex of muscles, a bright laugh and heavy blinks.

he doesn’t linger on the feelings of warmth that those memories evoke.

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