#eastsolis

–   taeil looked at the elder man, blond hair in disarray and sunglasses swallowing the little light left of an already cloudy day. the younger paid it no mind and instead slid on the seat before him, this same sunny smile touching a heart-shaped face. ❛ hi hyung, ❜ he greeted, little drops of sweat gathering at the sides of his temples. he had run all the way to this coffee shop after dance practice and it showed. ❛ as promised, here’s the new lyrics for a new song my friend has been working on. ❜

   the youngest took a yellow envelope from his backpack and passed it to the music producer. he laced his fingers together as he drank in the sight before him: the cute curve of dongsun’s cheeks and the beautiful shape of his lips. he was pale –taeil was sure the eldest barely saw the light these days. it wasn’t correct of him to pretend these lyrics did not belong to him, but taeil wasn’t ready to disclose something so close to his heart not even to the reason why he kept writing these verses. 

   still, taeil was eager to know the other’s opinion. every time, a good part of himself wondered if dongsun had the slightest idea of who was the person on the other side of this sheet –if he had ever imagined he was the reason behind a handful of songs written. these clandestine meetings belonged to a sacred space taeil treasured with everything he had and every time, he feared the spark in his eyes was far too evident. 

   ❛ so? what do you think? should i go to congratulate him for doing a good job? ❜

Hajoon woke up with a pounding in his head, last night’s happenings a little blurry. The second thing he noticed when he opened his eyes was a face very close to his own. So close that it startled him and he instinctively tried to move back a bit. It took him a little longer to realise just who this person was and when he did he was immediately soothes. It was Dongsun’s featured that went from blurry to incredibly clear and Hajoon sighed in relief.

Maybe he shouldn’t have been relaxing just yet in a compromised position like this but his hyung hadn’t seemed to have woken up yet so perhaps he could enjoy their closeness just for a moment longer. The way his nose was buried in Dongsun’s hair and their limbs were all tnagled was reminiscent of their childhood, days where they were at an age that sharing a bed together wasn’t any kind odd things yet. Little Hajoon used to love cuddling up to a warm hyung beside him, his big example and his favorite person during that time. Well, maybe he still was, maybe things didn’t change that much because now still he was delighted to be this close to Dongsun.

  ♦    ♦    ♦        There was something in the air, something Junmyeon couldn’t quite put his finger on. he sat on the cold rooftop of his apartment looking out over the magical village he lived in- wondering if he had missed out on life already. It had not been so long ago that he had allowed someone to steal his heart- it had been a short but intense romance. Junmyeon had been head over heels for the young man with the cheeky grin and the soft touches (and rougher ones when he asked for them). The man sighed, stretching out a little as he looked up at the sky. He didn’t sense a weather change but there was something else... Strange. 

It had been a short romance but long enough for the owlite to think he would die when the man had suddenly left him. No note, no goodbye, nothing. Just the word on the street that he had left to do... whatever. In the end Junmyeon had not meant anything to the man that had meant the world to the owlite. He got up and stretched out, not only his arms but his wings as he cracked his knuckles and took a few steps back before sprinting to the edge of the building and jumping off. 

For an onlooker it must have been quite a scary sight- yet there was no harmful intent from the bird-man as he flew up again. His large brown speckled wings carrying him through the night. He pondered further about the lost romance, one he had obviously overcome but it had changed him. Something within him had developed, another voice almost. Like a shadow that moves a little slower than you do- a reflection that winks but you are never sure whether you saw it right. Sure, Junmyeon had been having odd dreams of havoc and murder for his whole life but it had... increased. 

Worrisome? Perhaps. 

The man did not think it was very useful to think long on those kinds of things. 

He went through the magical barrier that protected the magical village and academy from the outside world and flew up, wings moving slowly now that he had reached a good speed. He did not aim to go to the busy night-life of the city but instead opted to fly for a little longer. Soaring through the clouds made him clear his troubled mind and in the end he had reached a different city totally. Landing in one of the alleys he hid his wings magically and carefully pushed the few feathers that grew from his head in between his hair. He could pass for human, even if his eyes were a little large and amber-colored. But that was what sunglasses were for. He entered a small establishment where they sold different kinds of soup and took off his jacket leaving him in a dress shirt as he looked at the menu, a little confused.

“Ah.... excuse me?” He asked, tone of his voice soft. “What’s good here, I’m from out of town.” he asked another man, who also was wearing a quite nice pair of sunglasses. Junmyeon smiled “Nice sunglasses.”

( .ooc ) this is the first thing I see on my dash?? I FEEL CALLED OUT (very much loved uwu)

FEEL CALLED OUT but it’s all with love <3

              Lyla could easily describe her life as hectic , as other artists often did. But in truth she had always known how to organize everything around her. Keeping her shop in order and planning her life down to the smallest details. Still , she was young at heart and never held herself back from having fun. Today , she had been stood up by a friend and left to fend for herself. The bar they had planned to meet at was quiet and it left Lyla time to enjoy the silence. Her fingers tapped lightly against the sides of the glass before her eyes lifted to scan across the bar. She paused on one figure in question , feeling a wave of recognition wash over her. IT had been some time since she had seen anyone from school , but he was easy enough to remember.

After all these years she would have assumed she would be used to events like this but still behind all those polite smiles she wanted nothing more than to return to her home. The life of an artist wasn’t the easiest of ones to lead and she was no longer as young as she had been upon first debuting. Those extra years beneath her belt added onto the exhaustion that even the teens in her company would feel but would she ever change that? If she could go back and do it all again, would she? The answer was always clear in her mind no matter how worn out she was. No. If she had the choice to go back and do it all over again then she wouldn’t change a single thing. It was difficult but it had always been worth it. Music was and always had been her life. Her very reason for breathing and with the beautiful sounds of her voice when when she would sing out on the stage she knew it was what she had been born to do. Still it didn’t make events like these any easier when she had to force a smile on her lips through every second of the night and put up with the most dull of conversations.

This one was no different from the rest and she found herself drifting along from group to group to fake the pleasantries of chit chat, when in her mind she was picturing a nice warm bed and how good an early night would feel. There was one moment though. One small moment when her eyes landed upon a figure that she found her interest piquing but it ebbed away all too soon when she realised it couldn’t possibly who she assumed. No, this stranger looked far too different from who she had first thought it would be and so forcing away the quizzical look, her expression softened back into that polite smile.

It must have been just over an hour and a half into the event when she found herself approached by two men. One that she had never seen before in her life and the one behind someone vaguely familiar. Had they worked together before? Staring at him her mind began working, looking back through her memories as she tried to place the face to something that had happened in her life and then... Dongsun? It had been six years. Six whole damn years since she had last seen him and while he was someone she shared so many memories with for a moment there she hadn’t even been able to recognise him. How much he had changed but then again perhaps she had changed too. Feng Mian’s lips twitched as the polite smile threatened to fall but before it did she turned her attention back to the stranger, a much easier person to face than him.

“Hello, I’m Hye.” Came the polite introduction teamed with her stage name she had been trained to give out when approached at these types of places. Head dropping into a small bow she soon straightened up and with the smile never fading she asked “How can I help you?”

“Do you think I didn’t notice? How can we go to that festival when you are sick?” Kikwang frowned, the glance he received was of pure confusion and he just sighed. “Yes, you do look sick, don’t try to hide it anymore.”