ᴀ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ ʙᴜɪʟᴛ ᴏғ ɢᴏʟᴅ.

       “why the hell would I share my water with you, just because, you don’t want to open yours?” sol posed derisively, sparing a pointed glance at the other as he continued straight down the vast trail. he’d lost count of how many impasses he’d ran into, but one of them lead him to spot another peculiar — leaving him to be more serene than the situation actually required; and despite his already achieved disheveled appearance, sol was grand enough not to run within any obstacles along his forced journey — which he hoped to keep that way now that there was someone else with him.

                Finding someone else in the frustratingly vacant walls of the maze was practically a GODSEND for Taemin. It had felt like hours ( and likely was ) of wandering around on his own before he caught sight of Sol ; all but clinging onto the other’s presence and not even hesitating to fall into step with him as they worked their way through the winding paths of the maze. “I was mostly joking, to be honest,” the smaller responds through a quiet giggle, shrugging his indifference at being denied the boy’s water. He still had a good half of his own left, but he wondered if a pout or two would earn him a sip or two of the other’s bottle. It didn’t--- and so ended Taemin’s previously sought after entertainment. “I wouldn’t want to take any of your water away! Who knows when we’ll manage to get anymore, honestly.”

          @taempath

as usual, quinncy was up at the ungodly hour of four thirty in the morning. she never understood why she couldn’t sleep for more than an hour but she would always wake up feeling anxious if she slept more than two hours. she found herself sitting in a secluded part of the garden that she happened to stumble upon a few days ago. she laid on the grass, looking at the starry sky and let out a simple sigh. since she had nothing better to do, she took out the tool kit she stole from one of the e.v.e. workers and began fidgeting with the bracelet on her wrist. one: because it was the closest electronic to her. and two: she didn’t like the fact that her powers were being dulled down. out of the blue she felt an uneasy feeling and looked up to see someone watching her. she panicked before realizing it was just taemin and not a worker. “dude, you scared the fuck out of me. what are you doing up so late, anyways?”

                Taemin’s initial reaction to the maze was certainly one of fear ; the dark, winding hallways intimidating him upon first glance. The fact that he was all on his own only managed to make matters worse--- seeing as he was someone who practically thrived off of interactions with others--- but it was a fact that urged him towards the end more quickly. ----If only he knew where he was. A small sound of frustration pushes past his lips as he hits another dead end, groaning quietly to himself as he’s forced to turn around. Though he doesn’t necessarily remember ever being awful with finding his way, Tae had a feeling he probably wasn’t all that great with it BEFORE he lost all of his memories either. “I could’ve sworn that was the way,” he continues to mumble to himself as he attempts to navigate his way through the maze--- the frown situated on his lips lifting up into something brighter the moment he spots someone else. “Cal!” He doesn’t hesitate to catch up with the other, linking his arm through theirs as soon as does. “You’re the first person I’ve seen today so far!” The words are pushed through a small pout, though his demeanor doesn’t dull any less alongside it. “Have you managed to make any progress? I keep getting lost somehow.”

so maybe, in hindsight, she could admit that tripping one of the cooks assigned to their cafeteria wasn’t the best idea. in self-reflection, she could confirm—— yeah, tripping one of the chefs as she was holding a tray full of food definitely wasn’t a good idea. or at least it wasn’t if their expression had been anything to go by when they’d finally gotten it into their head to shake off the shock of the whole thing. ( soyeon, from what she could remember, had never had a bowl of soup spilled across herself, so she couldn’t relate, but she also didn’t think having chunky pieces of meat and vegetables smeared into skin would be a pleasurable experience for anyone. ) so even as she stood by her beliefs that the lady had deserved it, she also wasn’t going to stick around and wait to get CALLED OUT for pulling her little stunt. so—— she ran. she did, and she wasn’t afraid to admit it. just like if a clueless, if not rather… cute boy seemed to just jump at the opportunity to help her——?? well, she wasn’t complaining.   ❛   explore?? yes —— absolutely. let’s go right, right now.   ❜

                Taemin doesn’t miss the frazzled nature of the girl whenever she initially enters the room, his head quirking to the side in interest in response. “Are you in a rush or something?” Bae Taemin wouldn’t necessarily ever label himself as being ‘nosey’ --- but he definitely wouldn’t deny the almost-childlike sense of curiosity he held towards others lives. There’s laughter situated at his lips, amusement quirking in the friendly smile he offers the stranger. Obviously the question as to why exactly the other was in such a rush was still itching tirelessly beneath his skin, but the need for getting up on his feet and out of the room proved to be even STRONGER--- which was precisely what caused him to hop up out of the arm chair, a steady thrum of adventure already easing through his veins. “But perfect--- I’m always up for some adventure.” He holds his arm out as an offer, grin slipping easily across the length of his lips. 

            when teddy had escaped the sudden rush of people who had swept into the dining hall——heading instead towards one of the common areas available to them, it had been with the hopes that the room would be forunately, blessedly empty. not because he held some sort of personal grudge against the rest of his… housemates, but simply because it was just——too fucking much. from the effort it took to even wake up everyday, with not knowing who he truly was, to trying to understand why he felt the way he did, when he did. having to make an effort to get close to any of the others just… it wasn’t happening. so when he found the common room occupied, instead of clear of people like he’d originally hoped, he couldn’t help the way his face fell, even with how nice the other seemed to be——was being, if he was truthful. he just, wasn’t ready for that level of enthusiasm, at ALL.   ❛   there’s… literally nothing to explore, dude. they already showed us everythin’ we’re allowed to see.   ❜

                As Taemin goes to greet the other, he tilts his head back against the arm of the chair he occupied --- making the image of the other flip upside down and causing a quiet giggle to slip past his lips. “Precisely,” he quips back in response, feet swinging from where they rested across the opposite arm. “They showed us everything we’re allowed to see--- which means there MUST be more!” Something of a mischievous quirk to his grin appears at that, eyebrow curving up in question at the other. Taemin had a feeling that he probably wasn’t normally this nosey and troublesome, but the itch to do something was beginning to be too much to ignore. “Like--- what if there’s some secret garden-esque door in the greenhouse? Or a bookshelf in the library that opens up into a hidden room?” Even T a e knew he was likely reaching with some of the suggestions, but the boy’s lack of enthusiasm sparked something within the blonde--- made him suddenly want to pull a smile or a laugh from the stranger’s downturned lips. “We’ll never know if we don’t try, right?” He quirks his head at that, cheeks puffing up into a wide grin.

                      Jung-woo didn’t know a lot of things anymore. But he did know, from first hand experience anyhow, that he didn’t much like being bored. The greenhouse only provided so much entertainment during such dire times of need, and the common area never much sated it either. In fact, Jung-woo had taken it upon himself to make a game of seeing how far he could wander from permitted ground each day before someone spotted him. He’d milled around for a while before heading back to the usual haunts, when he’d spotted Taemin, a wave of fleeting excitement passing before it faded just as quickly as it surfaced. Feet lightly carry him fully into the room, eyebrows wiggling when Taemin addresses him. “Please. If I have to count steps on my own again I might die!”

there was only so much sitting around that chungha could do. with all the unspent energy buzzing throughout her body and the power restricting bracelet still calling her wrist home, the elemental manipulator would find herself getting incredibly antsy incredibly easily. it was with that thought in mind that the dark haired peculiar would find herself wandering through the unfamiliar halls of the facility, mismatched eyes taking in anything and everything as pure curiousity and the need to do something fuelling her onward. poking her head through a door of a room ( one that she prayed wasn’t out of bounds —- but then again, if it was, surely it would be locked, right ? ), chungha would allow a bright grin to take over her features at the sight of someone sitting in the furthest corner and she all but ran over to them, excited to finally see someone else around the place. “watcha doing ? ” she asked, a playful tone to her voice as she looks at them. “you’re not hiding from everyone, right ? because i’ll feel a little hurt if you are~”

because within this pitch black DARKNESS, you are shining so BRIGHTLY.

✧ ° ｡——. TIMELOOP CREW.  ft. @chaenergy & @bokyvng

“it’s so good. you have to try  some,” quinncy easily scooped a bite that had the perfect amount of crust, filling, and whipped cream, “it’s called french silk pie and it’s amazing,” she brought the spoon towards taemin’s face to offer him the treat. she was never one to dance but she found herself relating to his situation. she would often be in a similar position with losing her grasp on time while she drew up blueprints or made things. “i feel but i doubt emerson would get mad about you being late—this would be, like, you’re first strike.” she wasn’t entirely sure if her claim was correct but taemin could do no wrong in her eyes.