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“Yeah. Stings like crazy but that’s what I get for trying to cook for a date.” Sehun waves his bandaged middle finger in their face, “See?”

The cold countertop digs into his side as he holds loose conversation with his friend. Cal’s closing for the store tonight and Sehun is tagging along in hopes that they can have some late-night ventures. Outside, street lights and ads are glowing in reds and pinks, colors that will catch the attention of even the most drunken of people. 

Customers stroll in with a serious lack of concise pattern, most being well-dressed business men in need of beers or smokes to get the edge off. Sehun watches Cal work with lagged, robot-like intention, save for the snippets of conversation that never go past ‘How are you’s’. It’s almost midnight when the drummer stops saying anything at all unless it has something to do with the price tag. 

When the arms of the clock finally align at midnight, Sehun’s excitement peaks and he’s already bugging a seemingly exhausted Cal about the one thing that’s been rattling in his mind for the last two hours. Instinctively he wants to yell ‘COLLAB AT MY PLACE!’ but then his finger’s throbbing again and the bassist tucks that idea away for when the pain ceases. 

As Cal is locking the glass doors shut from the outside another idea comes to mind. Sehun’s looking cheeky as ever and he’s laughing at the same time when he’s finally able to say it aloud. 

he has always been too sympathetic, too kind. invariably, his heart has always been vulnerable to the plight of the creatures of this earth, too tender for the corporeal nightmares which roam the earth. that’s what makes you weak, sneers an inky shadow as it coils like a vice around his joints, but kyungsoo devotes compassion all the same. for as many ravenous hands as there are in the world, each one vying for the delights of strangers, kindness will always be a choice. there will be snapping jaws and gnashing teeth to dodge, stampedes to outrun and terrors to endure. this world is not beautifu, but it will always be worth fighting for. 

tap-tap-tap go his knuckles against murky glass, while owlish eyes peer into the flat, searching for a vaguely familiar face. kindness tonight arrives in the form of a short-haired jack russell, toting with it the aroma of a lifetime in the city and eyes as bright as the stars now entering stage left. the little thing is calm for now, its stub of a tail wagging curiously, but kyungsoo knows they only have a minute at best before boredom settles in for the pup. cradling the dog between his arms, the boy gives it a little bounce and a playful whistle in some semblance of a game. just one storey down, waiting outside his door like a troll straight from a fairy tale, is the notoriously cranky landlady, who above all else apparently despises dogs in the flats. if she met the one in his arms right now, perhaps she’d change her mind, but kyungsoo isn’t about to risk getting kicked out of the one flat in the city that he can just barely rent. (next time, maybe.)

we’re getting to know the mun! ➵ always accepting.

(ಥ_ಥ):  finish this: i hate it when…

this!!! can go multiple ways! like personal wise, rp wise, or something else wise? i’ll just answer the first two lOL. okay, so personally, i hate it when people jump to conclusions. that’s such a big turn off for me, both platonically and romantically. either hear both sides of the story before you make judgement or shut your mouth and don’t pin the blame if you don’t know where it truly belongs. (wheezes that was only two sentences but i was getting heated okay moving on!!!) 

Glass laid on the pavement floor untouched. Shattered pieces scattered about, still as ever. Looking around, the neighborhood didn’t seem sketchy or unkempt, so the broken glass seemed highly misplaced. Did no one plan on cleaning it up? For some reason, the glass left an uneasy feeling in the pit of her stomach. She wasn’t scared to step on it and cut herself--After all, she’s not a moron. Maybe it was the murder mystery documentary that she binged watched the night before, maybe it was the fact that it was pitch black outside. Maybe it was that she lived in the apartment right above where the glass shattered--

That thought lit a lightbulb in Sam’s mind. She picked up one of the larger pieces of glass to inspect what it was. A bottle of Jack--Oh. Okay. Did someone smash the bottle against the floor? More likely not...

Looking up at the apartment complex, an apartment above hers had the light on and the window wide open. Did someone living there decide to drop the bottle right out of the window? That was... Highly dangerous. They could have hit someone--They could have hit her. The uneasiness she felt only grew to a more natural fearful feeling. The cost of her rent wasn’t cheap, Sam thought she lived in a relatively safe neighborhood.