————ᴘᴀʀᴛ ᴛᴡᴏ.

Give you— Thai food? [‘blinks as he stares at the other] Thai food.. where could I find them to be honest. I haven’t taste one myself. [‘tilt his head a bit]

————no angel, what is something that people would be shocked to find out about you? 

[ previously answered ]

————superpower, what cause(s) do you stand for?

————blow, how do you feel about oral sex?

Spread 'em. Oral sex is wonderful.

————drunk in love, what is your drink of choice?

Nothin' pansy, that's for sure. But, hey, I'm not really picky. At the end of the night, I always end up with some soju. Definitely not crazy wild, but it gets the job done, does it not?

————pretty hurts, what are you most insecure about?

————pretty hurts, what are you most insecure about?

I don't think I can simply put a finger on a single thing in general, but rather a collection of things that sum up to result in me feeling "insecure". I guess I don't like how people seem to believe that I have little, if any at all, emotions because of my cold exterior. My expressions, body language, and overall demeanor just can't be changed, and the fact that I'm judged negatively upon them makes me feel...bad.

————haunted, have you ever had a sexual dream about someone in your life?

Personally, I don't think I've come across anyone who hasn't. Is having sexual dreams about others not something of the norm? And, of course, one day these people you so happen dream about sexually are bound to be involved in your life in some way, shape, or form. So, to put it briefly, yes. Yes I have.

————no angel, what is something that people would be shocked to find out about you?

There's a lot. I think my entire being is a bit of a shock, yes? But, I'd have to say that the easiest shock to handle would be that I can be amiable.

————partition, where would you choose to have public sex?

Oh god. This depends on a lot. When I was younger, the idea of having sex in public transportation really got me going though.

————mine, how possessive are you in a relationship?

Don't even think about touching what is mine, that's all I gotta say.

————xo, how do you feel about falling in love?

Been there, done that. I don't want to do it again.

————heaven, have you ever lost anyone close to you?

I'll never forget him.

————blue, do you want children?

Pretty Hurts: What are you most insecure about?

Haunted: Have you ever had a sexual dream about someone in your life?

Drunk In Love: What is your drink of choice?

Blow: How do you feel about performing oral sex?

No Angel: What is something that people would be shocked to find out about you?

Yoncé: Name the people in your clique.

Partition: Where would you choose to have public sex?

Jealous: How would you handle a cheating partner?

Rocket: Do you prefer to rock hard or rock steady?

Mine: How possessive are you in a relationship?

XO: How do you feel about falling in love?

***Flawless: Do you identify as a feminist?

Superpower: What cause(s) do you stand for?

Heaven: Have you ever lost anyone close to you?

Blue: Do you want children?

A sudden breeze lifted a long set of thick, brunette locks from pale skin. If it hadn't been for the smooth, delicate lining of a face that resembled nothing but a rare porcelain doll, Sehun was sure that he would have averted his attention without a single moment of hesitation. However, his mere view of a luring profile slowly crept into a full fledged sight of Yuko. Sumin. Baek Sumin. Her name had coated his tongue in a bitter taste for years, and until he found that the sun seemed to bounce off of her smooth skin brighter than it had even radiated from above, he had thought his mouth would never be flooded with the sweetness of those very syllables again.

He froze in his place, as if the brisk chill that crept through his winter jacket had finally conquered its mission of turning him into a fixed ice sculpture. A sensation ran down the length of his spine, the feeling of melting ice cubes slowly inching down his thick skin forcing him to swallow thickly. Of course, he had expected this. He knew he would run into her sooner or later, and if not then, one day in the future. That's just how life worked out for him, at least. No matter how many twists and turns he ventured along, he was always trampling right back onto the same paths.

A smile itched to be spread along his face, though he hadn't done so in days. Weeks. Months, maybe. To be frank, he wasn't quite sure of the last time he had flashed his teeth in such a way. Though, the corners of his apricot lips rose just enough for him to know he needed to do something about the fleeting feeling in his chest. The pitter patter. The quick thumping, the lulling throb. It took years to rid himself of her affect she had had on him, and only seconds for him to fall right back under her spell.

His heart only continued to swell as he unconsciously made his way over, only realizing that he had stopped right before her without saying a word for nearly thirty seconds before he snapped back to reality. With trembling fingers, he found himself letting out a low mutter of a curse--the first thing that he had voiced to Sumin since the last time they had met.

"Fuck," he breathed out, clenching his fists tight enough to protrude his knuckles even further out than usual. "Shit." He continued, lifting his free hand to lightly smack his forehead with the butt of his palm. "Jesus, man."

Even after all of the time that had passed between the two, he still found himself speechless in her presence. Though, he didn't feel as if he were alone with her, even as the people who had surrounded her beforehand cleared out of the way once he had opened his mouth to speak. He couldn't blame them. After all, he was a stranger, a tall one with a stern face and heavy bags under a pair of sharp gazing eyes.