#clairdclunc

This little bird has been staring at Minho during various times of the day for the past several weeks, watching the man carefully with his one eye and occasionally accepting little bits of food that are offered to him. Sae is intrigued, there’s no doubt about it. However, it’s been a few days since Sae has caught wind of the male, and so he’s been attempting to pass the time in the park doing bird-like things until he shows up. It’s been a bit difficult, after spending most of his time as a human now.

Sae alights on the back of a park bench and looks around, hoping to see something shiny catch his eye to investigate. Instead of seeing something shiny, though, he sees a massive vulture looming from a branch in the tree. Vultures don’t hang around these parts, and there’s something unsettling about the look in the vulture’s eyes. Sae shifts, about to take off, when the vulture swoops down and attacks him.

Isobel didn’t know how she could get so lost. It was a little embarrassing how she’d gotten herself in to this situation in the first place; one wrong on an uneven road had her tumbling face first into the ground with a badly hurt wrist and a nasty scrape on her leg.

Not to mention she’d been alone when she did it. The language barrier didn’t help as she desperately tried to find someone who spoke English, and was given somewhat adequate directions to the nearest hospital. Another awkward few hours later sitting on an uncomfortable hospital bed she was getting a bulky bandage on her leg and a mild sprain diagnosis for her wrist. The worst of it being that no one told her how she was supposed to find her way out. 

With her Korean being so poor, she was too scared to ask for help and ended up following various signs that she figured were for the exit. Somehow she’d ended up in the hospital basement and needing card access to find her way back up the stairs. 

“...shit,” she whispered, more to herself as she wandered around until she found someone who looked busy at work. But considering it was the first person she’d seen in the last three minutes, she figured it was her only way out. “A..anneyong,” she tried, giving the man a smile and a wave, her attempt at speaking Korean horribly accented. 

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Memories | @clairdclunc​ ft Tian & Minho (or Soobin! your choice!) 

“So, you’ve come for my help once more-” the dragon murmurs softly as he slowly swirls the lid of the tea cup across the smooth rim of the old clay cup, filling their ears with the low scraping of clay, fitting with the light chime from wind chimes as they flutter in the breeze of the open window. “You never just want tea these days” Tian hums playfully, eyes glancing up at the mystery-seeker, before back down to the tea set as he sets the lid down and pours away the first brew to start again. 

   ❛ it has been a while, ❜ he managed to say, lips curling into a small smile. they hadn’t parted in the best terms, so much had been said and so much had remained unspoken between them it was a regret hanging over jin’s head. kyungmin had said some things just were not meant to be but jin had insisted, followed his heart. he ended hurting them because of his stubbornness. 

   ❛ have you had dinner? ❜ jin asks, more confident, the smile warmer. he raises both arms and shakes the bags a bit. ❛ i was going to make dinner for myself today. do you want to come over? ❜ kyungmin would say it’s a bad idea. minyoung would be uneasy. taeil would be wary. but jin knew he couldn’t let go and he did not believe in coincidences. ❛ come on, at least come for tea? it’s cold out here and you look like you need something warm. ❜

From here: Give me a plot where muse a and muse b match on Tinder (or something similar), but muse a is catfishing because they’re actually famous and obviously can’t use their real pictures.

Junmyeon was laying in bed, bored. He had just finished his shift at the library and had enough of the day to day ‘going to work, eating, sleeping and repeat’. It wasn’t like he was lonely r anything, not really anyway. He had friends he spoke to and he went to his chess club every second Saturday of the month. The library was fun because he could work together with the chipper co-worker Lexus who was a bright young lady who seemed to see him as her big brother.

He was generally quite satisfied with life; though he was also incredibly single. He had avoided apps like Bumble, OKCupid and Tinder for the longest time because who could really find love in an app like that? Ridiculous really, he thought it was one of the dumbest things to assume and yet…

He had downloaded Tinder. A big mistake and even before opening the app he had deleted it. Then downloaded it again and opened it as he picked some pictures of himself. One of him at work wearing a blouse and a bowtie, looking dreadfully nerdy. But it was a good picture of him, he looked happy and he was in a public space so it was clear he wasn’t some kind of hermit. One picture of him in his room, posed, a selca and a third picture of him at the beach. Wearing a tanktop, and sunglasses as he sat in the sand, he cropped out his friends from the picture (sorry Chan and Lexus) and that was that.

Interests? Books, literature and archealogy. He added his interest for boardgames and chess as well and hesitated. He wouldn’t add ‘bird watching’ to the list, that would make him public enemy number one, nor did he add that he was a fan of the popular boyband RED. That would also make him less desirable for sure.

With a sigh he uploaded the profile.

It was the second day when he finally opened the app again and swiped through the men (preference: only men) and read the profiles before he halted on a profile. He read through it and smiled a little, something was different about it. He swiped to the heart and to his horror he got a match. Shit shit shit shit shit shit.

What now?

     jitae knows why this man is here. LAW OFFICIALS have a certain smell about them, but this man has something a little darker in his aura. jitae snips the end of a CARNATION before placing it into a vase.       ❛      welcome,    ❜     he says, wiping his hands on a towel on the table.       ❛      are you looking for something? roses for your wife maybe?    ❜     god, he hopes this guy is really just looking for roses and not for something else.