#erisxmi

originally from here. ft @erisxmi

at first thought, seulgi wasn’t sure she could see herself sparring with mingyu—working out, jogging, anything like that, yes. and she was well aware that they were both capable of many, many feats..they were dangerous people; but that was never what she thought of first when she thought of mingyu. he was a light in her life, a boy that had given her a purpose the moment he stepped in her life and one that still carried one, one she still vowed to protect, no matter the cost.

but at second thought? seulgi could see where sparring was beneficial, and with a mutual agreement she was easily comfortable with it. it was mingyu, after all, and she trusted him and knew she could very happily work with him on something like this. plus, training could be made fun and productive, couldn’t it?

that’s what she had been hoping for, and that was how things had been rolling, that was until seulgi rolled with the punches a little too hard (at least in her book). sparring was meant to be light, so seulgi had certainly scared herself the moment her gloved hand bounced off of mingyu’s cheek, the fierce aura she had immediately shattering. of course, the hit wasn’t too hard, but the fact she had landed a hit on his face was enough to hinder her for a moment.

“i didn’t mean for that, i’m sorry! are you okay?”

This was comfortable for him. If there was one thing that Mingyu knew, it was that Seulgi could handle herself. He wasn't afraid of hurting her because he knew that they were evenly matched. Honestly speaking, he was slightly convinced that she could take him down if she wholeheartedly wanted to. That reason is precisely why he has never underestimated anyone. He's well aware that anybody can be capable of anything, and gender, size, age— absolutely nothing can change that. He views everyone as equals, never puts himself above others unless he's experienced some sort of reason to, and always did what he could to respect individuals, even if he didn't like them.

That's likely the main reason that he was so relaxed, possibly more comfortable than he's ever been sparring with anyone. Why? Because Seulgi truly cared about him, and he knew that no matter how into it they could possibly get, she'd never be out for blood. He trusted her, he hoped that she could trust him, so it was nice. Why would he spar with anyone else when he can spar with someone who's practically family?

Heap of thick books were scattered across the table along with piles of papers clipped together as Sejeong’s focus remained on the text in front of her. She had stayed back after her classes in the school’s library, taking the chance to do her research for her assignments. She had been so engrossed in it that she hadn’t even noticed time flew by so fast. By then there was hardly any people left and the librarian even had to come by to nudge her that the library is closing and she had to leave right now.

She sheepishly apologized to the library for the delay and swiftly packed up to leave. As she got out of the school compound and stared out to the night sky, she could only sigh in defeat. Seoul was never a safe city to begin with, and even less so once the night descends. Walking back home alone by herself in the night was just a terribly bad idea, but taking a cab was just too expensive and she doesn’t even earn much with her weekend part-time jobs. She just hoped that she could get back home safely without much of a deal.

But apparently not.

In the midst of getting back home, she seemed to realise she was being followed. Whenever she stopped, the person would. And whenever she fastened her pace, so would the person. Her palms were getting sweaty as panic rose in her. She wasn’t sure what to do right now. Run and hope she could get inside the house in time? But what if the person was armed and she risked getting both Yoohyeon and her in danger? Call for help? There wasn’t even a soul in sight in this particular area, who could help her?

She remembered there was a convenience store not far from here, and she could probably seek assistance there. Yes, stay calm and try not to let fear overtake her rational mind. And with a deep breath, she subtly made her way to the convenience store.

he feels aweful. his limbs are heavy and hurting. every movement is draining, and a wave of heat seized him. sweat runs down his forehead, dripping on his chest. his sight is blurry, and his breathing slow. running in the rain, getting wet until his wholebody was drenched, had brought him down, into the arms of a cold. but he didn’t cared, as this was youth, and being sick was one of the moments he felt alive the most. especially since he knew, even though there weren’t many of them, his mutuals cared for him. and they would worry, when he told them. kang joon knew that his male buddies, especially jaebum, would speed over, when he would ask for him, but he didn’t yearned for his affection right now. even kang joon, a man who had closed his heart long ago, had hiding himself behind a cold mask with different faces, even kang joon just wanted to be loved. even when it was just a little, and by a noona who just saw him as a younger brother.

[/text-noona] noona. joon’s sick, could you come over and make some rice porridge?

★ sentence starter meme sometime between may 25th — 30th & probably canon.

@erisxmi

when he’d decided to make his (not so) grand return to seoul, it’s safe to say that he hadn’t expected that his next valentine’s day would be spent like this. however, as the gods of fate would have it (if you would actually consider kim mingyu to be a god of fate), he found himself patiently waiting for his date arrive. on second thought, was it even okay to call it a date? mingyu had been the one to set it up, after all. still, it was valentine’s day, even if the arrangement hadn’t been his own doing.

Holiday Starters: Closed➡️ ( canon; december 24th, 2016 )

Arguing would be useless. It was Seulgi, after all. Why be rebellious and try to deny her this when he can simply do as he’s told to make her happy? That’s what he wanted, right? To make her happy? Well, of course it was. Even so, this wasn’t exactly something that he was used to— not yet, anyway. Something told him that if he just gave it a couple of years, he’d be posing for these pictures in his sleep. Though, not literally, obviously. That’d be kinda strange. What kind of weirdo smiles for a camera when fast asleep? Nevermind that. The point was, he didn’t have a “normal” upbringing. Hyunwoo tried his hardest with what he had, but he simply wasn’t a normal caretaker. He knew just as much as Mingyu did about regular lifestyles. He was proud of the boy when he managed to complete a training session with dealing more injuries than receiving; he never really made comments on the things Sujin would have. He would pass by sometimes while Mingyu was drawing and ask him what he was working on, then he’d give him a pat on the back and tell him what time he was meant to be up the next morning; but, that was okay. He did the best that he could.

sentence starter meme could be canon.

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"Right." It’s not that Seokjin dislikes Eris, it’s just that he doesn’t trust her. That, and the fact that she’s a loyal and active member of the organisation that ruined his life and haunts his members, the very one that he wants to see burn. Maybe she wasn’t the worst to him when he was in Black Lotus, but anyone under their banner automatically sends alarm bells ringing through his nervous system. That, combined with the fact that Eris is an extremely dangerous individual that doesn’t take kindly to traitors...

Well. Not even Jin can hide his tension. He shrugs in an attempt to keep his cool. “Of course not. Calling someone clever isn’t condescending at all. I mean, you don’t have to sound so disappointed about it.” You’d always been clever, after all. “I know, it must be surprising to someone as skilled as you that we in the lower ranks have functioning brain cells, huh?” 

Maybe he’s being a little harsh. The fact remains that he doesn’t know if Eris has a gun in her pocket and is about to shower him with bullets, either of her own volition or under someone’s command. The fact remains that there are several people still in Black Lotus who would love to get their hands on him to pay him back for bailing on them and spilling information to the police, and Eris might be the one to deliver him to them. The fact remains that Eris is like a ghost from a past life, approaching him in this coffee shop, and Jin is waiting for her to deliver her form of justice. The fact is that she is much stronger than him, and realistically he has no chance.