#chgknim

“I’ll break all your windows, I don’t need a key.”

( ✉ : 카드 소민 ) i can’t believe you typed this right under my nose ㅋㅋ ( ✉ : 카드 소민 ) why didn’t the skeleton cross the street ? ( ✉ : 카드 소민 )  because he didn’t have the guts.

( ✉ ⇢ MONSTA X′S 창균 ) ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ ( ✉ ⇢ MONSTA X′S 창균 ) you’ve earned it. here you go! ( ✉ ⇢ MONSTA X′S 창균 )      [ ATTACHED : IMG0234 ] 

{ text messages.} 

{ sms: IM what I am}: YES OF COURSE I DO! 

{sms: IM what I am}: I miss all of my monsta babies TT 

— @chgknim ( selected starter from here / still accepting! )

Seoah wasn’t sure how to react to this. The news created an immediate shift of her weight, her body tilting to look ahead while many heads of various heights blocked her view from her front. He was right. There’s an end to the atrociously long queue. Yet, her reply came without much thought— an involuntary complaint. 

« a secret ? » he repeats, voice soft as he leans back against his hands, head tilted up toward the ceiling. Everytime he’s asked to tell a secret, he never knows what to say. There isn’t much he’d actually qualify as ‘secret’ but he does make the difference between things he can’t reveal. It all comes down to who he’s talking to, between him and his hyungs ? no secrets. Him and the medias ? lots, lots of secrets. This time, he has Somin in front of him. His dear friend Somin, someone he has no problem opening up to. Even though there are many things she doesn’t know about him, none of them are secrets. He’d answer right away, if she asked the right questions.

« what can I tell you huh.. » his eyes wander around their empty living room, hoping for them to land on something that’d remind him of one deep secret he’s most probably forgotten about. Instead, his gaze lands on the door of their computer room and it doesn’t take long for the silence to be broken by one loud chuckle. « actually… » he starts off, eyes still focusing elsewhere as he uses his pinky to wipe off the side of his mouth, contemplating whether revealing this info about him would be a wise choice or not. « you know i like games, right ? besides the ones i like to play there is another i haven’t told anyone about. » clearing his throat, his gaze finally meets hers. « In this game I made a family. A male character, named him Daniel, a female character Yennefer and a kid Dany. I don’t know if I should get a dog or a cat, or maybe both ? so it’s a good think I told you about it, you’ll help me pick. » he purses his lips together, trying to hold back his laughter as he blinks up at her.

« can you guess which game I’m talking about ? »

What had she expected? Had anyone ever in the history of being asked such a question, divulged a secret that was actually sincere? No, probably not. It’s too ambiguous, too vague, too open for interpretation for anything real. She herself wouldn’t have revealed anything too heavy had she been asked —naturally one would go into joking territory. Somin was pretty sure (no, scratch that, she was completely positive) that if she’d asked him any question he would have answered truthfully. She liked to learn about him,  but she enjoyed it moreso when it came organically, when their conversations go off on a tangent as they often have and he reveals something interesting. 

So why had she inquired about this? Frankly, that was more to do with her inability to filter her thoughts, especially when in the presence of someone she’s so very comfortable with. It was a question without thought, though there must have been a part of her eager to discover how he may react to her odd request. Maybe that’s what it was. Maybe she just wanted to catch him off guard, for once, and see if she could unnerve him. 

But he had this ability, uncanny and prevailing since the first time they’d met, of being so quick witted. He was able to build suspense and so very easily draw her in. In fact, she hadn’t even noticed she’d been holding her breath until she hears his airy chuckle, exhaling softly though her stare does not simmer down just yet. She listens to his words, intently, trying to work out the exact heaviness of his secret, so much so that his words almost go completely over her head. Almost, but not quite. 

It finally dawns upon her exactly what he's saying and when it dawns upon her, she rolls her eyes but cannot help but to betray herself instantly with braying laughter, her small hand barely flying up to her lips to conceal the noise best she possibly can. ‘ Yah, you’re really too much sometimes— dog. Definitely a dog. You know how i feel about cats. ’  He’s good at making her laugh, he always has been, no matter how much she might try and hide it. Somin admired his ability to be so quick on his feet, turning the dullest of conversational topics into a hilarious joke. Where she talked a lot, he used his wit and it made for a solid friendship. One she wouldn't trade for the world. 

To be happier. To live with no worries and no DAMN RULES~! 

GENTLE THINGS⤷ status : accepting

13: patting their face with a damp washcloth 

In the misty rain, everything seemed to dissolve into the bleakness of the evening. It wasn’t even particularly late and still the moon had already replaced the cold winter sun, it’s dim light barely shining through the gaps of the curtain. Outside seemed miserable, desolate. It felt like something far too familiar. 

Her gaze drifted away that slight crack between the curtains, an annoyance she would fix in a moment no doubt. It wasn’t that she was bothered by dawn leaking sunlight into her room — after all she often was awake before then, anyway — but rather, she didn’t like knowing that the curtains hadn’t been drawn correctly. Fears of old nightmares, faces pressed against her window, might be partially to blame but these are subconscious reasons that she can’t seem to recall.  

She comes back to her senses now, bustling around in search of one of her washcloths that didn’t contain a magnitude of makeup remnants; most of them being in the wash after her last trip. Perhaps she had an excess amount in her possession and yet when she needed them the most they were nowhere to be found. There was a cheerful hum from the space heater and the smallest of puddles from earlier — from when he first arrived and stood there, soaking wet and shivering terribly. 

The pair had agreed to hang out with one another so many times before, but finally with an opening in free time and the fact that her parents were away during the holidays, it was simply the most natural plan to have the pair watch movies and chill. She enjoyed his company immensely and their time didn’t need to be filled with activities or an excess of anything else. 

However, she had not expected him to decide to walk to her place. Especially not in the rain. To be fair, it probably hadn’t been as bad when he initially set off, the heavy shower from before did begin in such an abrupt manner. To be fair, it wasn’t as if he’d dressed lightly either, but still her motherly nature overrode any reasoning as she rushed him in, half scolding him ( her voice betraying her concern to the fullest extent ), trying to save him from the inevitable. 

He’d dried off best he could and she had done what she though was best, but after few hours he began showing those tell-tale signs. That’s when she’d gotten up, in a slight tizzy with an abundance of guilt, searching for a washcloth and some pills. She was motherly by nature, there was no denying it. So it wasn’t out of the ordinary for her to react in such a way. 

Finally with a cup of water, a couple of pills and a damp cloth she returned to his side. He didn’t have a choice here, not for a second, as she carefully lifts the cloth to his forehead. Gingerly mopping up the sweat from his brow, a soft exhale escapes, almost as if she’s ready to nag at him once again; of course, she isn’t, and it’s very much obvious as the corners of her lips twitch into the slightest hint of a smile. 

Somin tries to conceal this though, tries to stay as stoic as possible. Yet, even as she tuts, the attempt to scold him are futile — she’s far too soft on him, she knows that. But isn’t that what one wants when you’ve suddenly been hit by a fever? To be mollycoddled and taken care of. There’s a kindness in her expression as she continues to pat his flushed face with the cloth, with the upmost of care, of course. ‘ You need to just rest now, okay? ’ she murmured quietly. 

having a moment to step back and bask in someone else’s company— even by phone was, to say the least, rewarding for hyojung. every day passes and she’s so caught up in her own work that sometimes she forgets how to socialize ... especially with those she was once close to. though, his sudden words through the phone are enough to dawn a smile across her features and she’s left mustering up the will to break it just to say something.