Happy. God was he happy. Jinyoung was in his element. Bins of shining nuts, colorful wires and pristine tools surrounded him within the walls of the hardware store. He’d been given a budget by a certain red-headed woman and he was sure that she knew how well he’d really be sticking close to it. The hardware store he frequented wasn’t very big but tended to cater to his needs much better then the large warehouse stores that were in the area. 

The inventor paid no mind to those around him, muttering happily as he dug calloused hands into one of the many containers. His mind whirring quickly as he thought of all the things he could make with the simplest of things. Today he was working on something quite bit, a work of art if he had to admit it to himself; though he was sure once again his landlord wouldn’t approve of with. No matter. 

☄  city asks

oslo: what keeps you warm?

@aphosene

Despite the latest music blaring from the speakers and the fair beauties loitering inside the club, it seems that the ice cubes slightly colliding into each other as he gently shook his glass is the only thing that seems to be drawing his focus. This was his third glass of gin and juice , empty again, and nothing interesting as per usual seems to be happening. He would have left already but he’s the son on duty to stay around for the night. Hanbin let out a quiet sigh, his dark hues boring into the bottom of the glass until suddenly an unfamiliar voice surfaces above the sea of noise consisted of hollers and synthesized instrumentals. Reluctantly, his pupils swept to the side where he figured the thick voice is coming from, his peripheral giving him a view of a male. He could only see much from this angle but he could tell by his appearance that he’s older in age and much robust than him, thicker muscles twined underneath that rare skin color. With his frame still crouched over the bar’s long table, his face turns to him this time, stoic face tipped to the side as if he’s waiting for more words to pour out from his now sealed lips. Vicissitude – unknowingly, he was able to remember the definition which left an impression on him. The male was sitting in the opposite way, he’s facing the typical scenery of the club, staring out at it as if it was a breathtaking view of a sea and mountain ranges. 

          small frame leaned up against the bar, impatient fingers           tapping on the edge of her glass. the distinct sound lost           among the music and talking the filled the air. this would           be the last time she would allow herself to be stood up by           this person. the last time. because at this rate, it would be           their last time breathing air the next time she saw them           unless they had a damned good excuse for leaving her           hanging. while bars didn’t necessarily bother her, ( in fact,           she enjoyed them most of the time ), she didn’t like that it           seemed this one was the most likely for her to get dropped           at. with a sigh, she looked up to see if she could catch the           bartender’s attention.

                  ❛ excuse me? ❜

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44: What are you listening to right now?

Listening? I’m not listening to anything right now.. I know that’s kind of boring but it’s the truth~ I was reading and I don’t like background noise when I read. It distracts me.

45: What is wrong with you right now?

I don’t think that there’s anything wrong with me.. Maybe I’m a little bit sad but other than that I’m fine-

46: What is on your wrists right now?

@aphosene​;

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