#cctaeyeon

@cctaeyeon

Liv hadn’t been that long in Busan and people had already started with meddling in her life. Under the guise of ‘wanting to help her’ and ‘wanting the best for her’ people thought they could tell her how she had to handle her own grief. Some people always felt inclined to help someone who wasn’t in a good place. They felt like they had the right to tell them how they had to handle their emotional problem, like they knew all the answers. But what these people all had in common was the fact that they failed to actually listen to the person who needed help. They all were so quick with their replies and their well-meant advice that they forgot the most important thing. Listening to someone’s story -when they finally feel able to tell someone- is the best thing anyone can do. It makes you feel appreciated and that’s the first step you gotta take on the long path of healing, really.

You have to talk to someone. You can’t bottle it up. That’s not healthy. They said. But what if she didn’t want to talk about what she’d done? What if she couldn’t talk about what she’d done?

Things will get better, you need to give it time.

Tsk. Time. All hail that old and wise concept which makes everything miraculously better. Time wasn’t going to change anything about what she had done. Nor about what she had lost. It wouldn’t bring it back.

We know someone you can talk to. She’s great. She’ll help you out.

And just to get rid of their intrusive meddling Liv had agreed with seeing this wonderful person who was so generous to be there and talk to those in pain.

Jae was never really fond of the rain. It made traveling very painful and the kingdom he once defended vulnerable to attacks. The only thing he was ever worried about was the defense of his home, which took away the time to enjoy the small things in life. He no longer lived the life of a real knight. It was just another page in history, one that he desperately wished to return to.

Yet, under the cover of an umbrella, the Dragon Knight meekly brought his hand out and felt the sprinkle of rain. He was almost afraid it would hurt him, but he found it rather… soothing. He was brought out of his daze when he saw the figure of a woman struggling to cover herself from the drizzle. Without a second thought, he called out to the passing figure with a friendly smile, “Excuse me!” just as quickly as he spoke he put the umbrella over her head, trailing behind her. He paused, remembering he had to speak ‘normally’. “Miss, it’s not good for your health to get caught in the rain for too long. Please, take my umbrella, or at least allow me to escort you to where you are off to.”

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@cctaeyeon

clubs present a pleasant distraction on nights where hongbin craves closeness without any strings attached. they’re easy, a way to blend in and lose himself to touch and sound with little more than the taste of alcohol on his tongue (maybe alcohol on someone else’s tongue too). there are always an abundance of strangers who are willing even before they lay eyes on him, easily lead by the sway of hips against their own. 

tonight proves to be one of those nights, and the tab he’s been steadily running up on a stolen card is nearing the triple digits. he’s drunk enough that he might worry about the consequences, were he human and far less into tempting fate than he currently is. fortunately or not, his liver will heal. fortunately or not, the emotions he’s chasing down with burning shots will return with a vengeance tomorrow. 

but for tonight, he’ll pretend they won’t, pretend the high in his veins is all he’ll ever know. 

it isn’t long until someone catches his attention. she doesn’t look like the type who belongs here- or maybe she does, and the good girl look is her best act. regardless of whether the sweet look on her face is genuine or not, the tiredness he sees in the lines of her body definitely are. she looks far too tense to be sitting at a club bar with no one around her. 

he tilts his head a bit, regards the gentle slopes of her face, the way the light dances off of her soft looking hair. she’s pretty beyond the obvious discomfort, and something in hongbin reminds him that she probably isn’t as delicate as she looks. 

interesting.

he’s never been bad at keeping from acting on impulse, and the night has been far too boring to prevent him from seeking company from yet another stranger. after a few moments of observing and ensuring that he won’t, in fact, get decked by someone the girl may have come with, he makes his way over from his table.

star light, shine bright for @cctaeyeon

“Nooooooonaaaaaaaaa~~” 

Anyone within a three feet radius would have definitely suffered from a heart attack at the amount of sickeningly-sweet aegyo dripping from Jaebum’s voice - some from shock that the president is capable of such an act while others perhaps from a fluttering heart. He has always had that effect on people, after all, girls especially. 

He slides into the park bench beside the older female and rests his head on her shoulder. With eyes disappearing into crescents and his grin stretching from ear to ear, the usually stoic and intimidating hero is quite the sight as he unleashes his aegyo. “Noona! Noona! Noona, I missed you!! Where have you been all this time? You left Jaebummie all alone.”