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          -- A headache. This whole trip had been one momentous headache,              and it was all her boss’s fault. He was the one who wanted to expand              the business and now she was stuck under an awning soaked to the bone.              She had missed    her bus,  having misread the schedule. She could barely speak              Korean, let alone read it!

             She muttered a few curses under her breath, rubbing her arm to fight back the chill.              Her best  chance was reaching out to someone.

            “ Excuse me, sir! Do you know when the next bus is? “

Inyoung stares into nowhere in the silence. They have reached his least favorite topic, but today it doesn’t feel as appalling as on most days. Love is distant today. Talking about it means nothing, there’s no distress present. It’s a state where he can talk about it like he has a lifetime’s worth of experience, while he has none. “Does it matter in unrequited love whether you give your best? You could make effort to show your worst and the result would be the same,“ he speaks with softness in his voice despite his core being so cold, and rests his head on the woman’s shoulder. “Did you fall in love?”

Send "❤" For my muse to kiss yours.

Status: Not Accepting

Minhyuk always prided himself on being sensual, romantic. So when he pulled you into his arms, he knew just how he wanted things to play out. Eyes relaxing to your frame as those fingers gently dusted over your bangs. Sliding those strands of hair to the sides of your face. He has your full attention now, but he wasn't ready to give you want you wanted... what he could smell you wantedInstead, he'd scoot closer, keeping to the arm of that chair where he could lean over just above you. Let his touch slide down to your jaw. 

Gently stroke the expense over skin in his reach, teasing your senses with the simple awareness of him, and those fingers curled around the tip of your chin to guide you. That lean deepening until his could be felt but moments from your own body. Where his breath could roll over your skin and yet still be too far away to steal intimacy from him. He waited here, held the moment as those lips parted for a moment. Separating for his thoughts to make themselves known. "You are, utterly... stunning." 

The pause leading the motion of his thumb to roll across that bottom thin lip, but he'd grant you no power. No chance to react when his lips met yours. Thicker, harsher. He was sweet in all but actions as he drew you in, threatening to suck in your very essence in hunger as he pulled at those plush pads. Licking, biting, bruising them a sensual red with every tilt of his frame. The promise to swallow you whole reaching it's abrupt end as he lingered there... just above you. Not realizing how his fingers threaded the locks of your hair to brace you for his affections.

chaussettes (socks): what do you misplace the most?

Question: What don’t I misplace? I think my mother would’ve lived a more stress-free life if I was the kind of the daughter that was neat, organized, and overall not a hot mess--- Alas, that wasn’t my personality growing up. I can lose anything and everything. Trust me, it’s a gift.

But to answer the original question, my car keys. Well, when I had a car, in America. I don’t have a car here since the bus system is so much better than the one in Boston--...I’m rambling, sorry.

doux (soft): where do you feel most safe?

Wherever I can call my own space. My room, my house, my apartment. Anywhere outside of what is mine can be uncomfortable.

libellule (dragonfly): what’s your favorite super power?

                                    colorcoded starter call                                    want me to write you up a starter?                                     inbox me a color for aspecific theme/mood!                                          [ yellow for a scary starter ]                                    @ddokddokyoung| forever accepting!

 [ ✈ ]“There are stories that people never tell. For areason.”

Darkness looms over – purple shades above them and soonit will deepen into its most dark hue, signifying that night has come to claim itsreign in the sky. It is usually peppered with the stars and the moon thatilluminates the evening in behalf of the sun but tonight it’s nowhere to beseen. He isn’t sure what phase of the moon it is on this specific day – mainly becausehe doesn’t really care much about it. Whether it is supposed to be visible inits fullest form or the clouds have hidden it, not one of them knows.

What they know is that overcast shadow is as eerie asthe path they are currently taking.

He treads into the dim pavement, feet brisk in itsmovement all the while keeping his pace close to the younger one behind him. Itisn’t the best idea to go at this time of the day (or the night, to be exact)and if he had a choice he’d postpone this trip.But he was busy, so was his company. Andhe’s just too sure that he cannot go alone.

Fears. What areyour fears, Dio?

Too many. A lotbut the dark.

Few more minutes of walking, his bag now lay low on hisshoulder but he does not bother readjusting – it’s light, almost empty. Shouldbe. It’s where he’ll put his memories. And the memories of past resurfaces asthe old house comes into view, amber streetlight illuminating the abandonedhouse from the shrouds of darkness brought upon by desertion and the old,untrimmed trees surrounding it.

“Here we are. I swear this is not a haunted house,Inyoung.”

It isn’t. ToInyoung.