sleepy boy.

( @sumieres )

“I wanna be here when Jadu goes Tae, I’m not going to be sad.”

it’s been awhile since Taeyang started helping out at the shelter and he would still get teary-eyed when one of the animals was adopted. it was good for the shelter and great for the animals, he would swell with pride when dogs he’d known since they were puppies left the shelter but it was bittersweet. it would always be bittersweet. each pup and kitten in the shelter occupied a special place in his heart he was sure this was why it felt like a stake pulled when they left. no matter how much medicine sat on the wound it still hurt. no matter how hard he smiled and bid the new owners farewell it still hurt.

taeyang could be with a new kitten for five minutes and they would already have a name, a favorite gesture and a special way that he’ll call their name. it shouldn’t be this easy to lend parts of himself to animals and it probably explains why his luck with the people around him. everyone who meets taeyang takes a part of him without his consent and consequently he forgets to stop giving so much out. like clockwork he gives and gives and doesn’t let himself feel the burn. he’ll smile during the adoption and his chest will tighten. it shouldn’t be that serious, nor should it be that painful. 

this time he thinks he did a good job with jadu’s adoption. the poodle had been more than happy to find a home seeing as she’s been at the shelter long enough to get her own spot in the front for visitors. that’s how she met asami and that’s how the two bonded. 

asami’s the last person he would have expected to get attached and yet here she was refusing to look at him, two hours after the adoption. here she is with one of her rare pouts sitting on her lips and taeyang just glancing at her from behind the counter. a foggy night settles outside and does nothing to lift the mood.

( @roseune )

who’s that? lee taeyang? sophomore at korea university? otherwise known as the kid on campus who can’t say no?

while taeyang’s reasons for not being able to say no to a person in need are deep-rooted values and nothing to be made fun of in the present moment he regrets the title. rose wasn’t exactly a person in need to where he couldn’t ignore the proposition in favor of his dignity. however, because his values and desire to help anyone, especially close friends are indeed deeply rooted in him all he can do is huff underneath his scarf and rub his hands nervously in his parka.

“I can bake my own cake thank you very much.” it should come out a little more bitter than that. morning hasn’t quite hit him yet and yet there are so many people on the street, bleeding into daylight for him. so many people and she’s asking him to do something like this. taeyang is if anything a glutton for sweets, an absolute glutton and he’s got a mixture of vices bubbling in his stomach making the task easier to agree to than he thought.

“it better have strawberries. and I mean a lot of strawberries, I want to smell the strawberry all the way down the street.” he’s probably going to help her bake it though but that’s another thought for another day. right now he’s still standing awkwardly outside the restaurant, coat now loosened in favor of getting comfortable with the wind. it’s chilly but comforting. it’s a familiar nip at his skin, a reminder of when he could fly.

he won’t be doing any flying today but thinking of it as such makes it all appealing. he swallows his pride, scratchy and low into his belly where he can pull out all his courage. taeyang isn’t particularly shy about these things but the streets are crowded and he does have pink hair for crying out loud. his voice starts out, high-pitched and embarrassed,

“come come on in, order something. we’ve got warmth, we’ve got food, order something.” even imagining the music doesn’t help but the hard part is over. the music starts and so ends his inner turmoil.

don’t you look into my eyes and lie again. i’m sick of being alone. drop it.

( @nefariousen​ )

let’s go explore the archives in the library she said. it’ll be fun she said.

the yonsei university library archives are untouched and unmatched. they are prestigious in that bits of knowledge float around in every cranny. the law department is always a bit too packed with students lining the columns and becoming one with the collection. As winter rolls by, finals and evaluations alike taeyang decided a late night visit for his friend buried in the books was way past due. What he didn’t expect was the detour towards the stacks, an area now squished and lined with unopened knowledge. taeyang wasn’t much of an explorer but one look up the stairs and an unflattering chicken noise from soojung had him heading up with newfound determination.

spiders don’t necessarily bother him little creatures and the like get a special pardon when they scurry past his dorm. they are definitely in a section they shouldn’t be and exploring is no fun when you stay in regulated areas. what bothers him is that soojung definitely isn’t helping. she can peek her head in from the shelf behind him and try to spook him but she can’t reach over to help clear him out the pile of books.

her words come out quick, whispered against his neck and startling him so that he ends up hitting another shelf with his head and getting attacked by another flurry of books.

“haha very funny soojung.” dust clings to his throat and it takes all he has not to cough a dust bunny in her direction. it’s cramped, books stacked here and there, books falling apart in his hands and falling apart on the shelves.

"Are you sure it's safe to ride a one seat bike in two people?"

"But I thought boys didn't wear bras?"

"Don't you DARE tell me I can't eat all these cookies."

"Who stole the cookies from the cookie jar?!"

"But if I give YOU the waffles then I won't get any!"

"Dude, are you drawing porn?!"

"Don't you dare bring giraffes into this conversation."

"Stop trying to make me laugh don't you see that I'm trying to be dramatic?"

"Spider. On your shoulder."

"How did you even got your hair like that man."

"You've been playing for 3 hours, it's my turn!"

"AHK! The light! It's too bright! Close the curtains! CLOSE THE CURTAINS!"

"Zombie apocalypse is serious business. Stop laughing."

"Is there something on my tooth?"

"I want pancakes, make me some, I can't use the cook."

"What. No milk."

"How much do you want in chocolate for it?"

"I'll bake you cake if you do it."

"Where are my pajamas, I can't find them."

"How dare you not share ice cream with me."

"What are you doing with that pot, man."

"Horses and ponies are not the same thing."

IM DYING

i suddenly feel all life slipping out me

( sms: taeyang ) hehe sorry tae ( sms: taeyang ) wait… there are multiple stories and you made that up just now?? ( sms: taeyang ) …have u ever considered pursuing a career in children’s literature

( sms: do-re-mi-fa-SU-la-ti )

all is forgiven if you tell me why in the hell’s pit you’re awake at 3am?

I should be flattered that you thought the story was real but no it’s not however if you do intend on using it after this you have to credit me.  (︶︹︺)

sua. It’s too late to change my major don’t put these thoughts in my head this late at night ㅠㅠㅠ especially when I’ve been working on this lab revision for about two hours now.

this is awkward. awkward actually doesn’t come close to describing the situation. it’s a little ironic.

it’s awkward when the crash happens, it’s awkward when he takes the first force of the bike and it’s even more awkward when he gets shoved away, bruises and all.

not even five minutes after the end of his shift, after he’s left the building in favor of a softer, sweeter smelling abode the accident happens. he doesn’t actually leave the area and as his supervisor says as long as he’s within five miles of the entrance he’s still liable for anything that happens. it’s not that taeyang wouldn’t want to take responsibility it’s just he’s worked two doubles back to back and he’s been very careful in avoiding any incidents so he could scurry on out of there. 

apparently the universe doesn’t share in this sentiment. 

not even five minutes after the end of his shift and calamity erupts before him. the days preceding this one have been bathed in chaos. decorative holiday halls and christmas calamities are something the hospital knows too well. the days following christmas however are a little lighter, right up until new year’s where it’s thrown right back into the fray. eris must be smiling down at him, smiling and laughing as he glory reigns supreme. he can feel it tickling his bones, either that or his body giving out from the force of the impact. fatigue and his body have become close friends it seems.

that’s why it happens a little too fast for taeyang to grasp it. see when he steps out the entrance he relieves himself of fatigue with renewed longing for his bed. regulations be damned. when the accident does happen it takes him a little too long to process it all. he’s thankful for his muscle memory, he knows his body will always leap to someone’s aid whether he realizes it or not. he’s a martyr in the making, following in familial footsteps. it’s a curse of kindness. one day it would get him killed by apparently today is not the day.

his body rewinds, regulates and responds but his mind’s catching up. it’s never that easy to ground himself when he’s being dying to slip his consciousness through the ground. his body moves between the badly angled motorbike and that’s how he ends up between the bike and the male and the two of them up against the glass. the now cracked glass actually. 

he sees blurs and he sees mixtures. it’s a formula for disaster, red and black and blue. raging red, blooming purple and blistering black. regardless of his position in the hospital he’s seen enough of this these past few days to tide him over for the months. he could paint a manifestation of chaos at this point. he wants to end the year in soft blurred colors but the year isn’t done with him.

all he wanted was some chicken. seriously. he could have waited to order when he got home, or even order in time for it to deliver as he’s leaving but he didn’t. now he’s got an overturned motorbike, a groaning delivery boy ( who really only has a few bruises of gravel on his palm ) and a rage-induced male fleeing the scene. purple, black, red and blue. taeyang’s got a few cuts here and there but it’s nothing compared to the male who’s doing his best to run off. he’s surprisingly spry for someone who’s just been ricocheted into a glass column by a motorbike.

fatigue be damned.

taeyang’s body betrays him again because even though getting up feels like hell he’s moving. even though he’d rather embrace a soft hospital cot or his bed he’s moving in the opposite direction. he’s moving despite the yells of his co-workers, now attending to the male and trying to attend to him. what are a few drops of blood to an entire palmful? what’s a couple scratches attended to a gash unattended. no he’s off and he’s hot on the boy’s trail.

“don’t worry about it, my butt.” taeyang thinks when he’s slipping between aware and unconscious that he can be a little humorous, a little fuzzy and really really raw. 

“yah! you’re bleeding!” it’s obvious. it’s loud and full of desperation. maybe it’d work better if the streets were paved with citizens capable of stopping the boy but it’s a few days after christmas. people are sated with family and eggnog. so taeyang lets the haze fade and the red stick as an adrenaline pump and a reminder. five minutes off the clock and he’s chasing some kid down the road.

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