#fnxmark

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[ ✉ ━ 개구리 눈 ] Yes meat, I CRAVE meat [ ✉ ━ 개구리 눈 ]  Ooh great! [ ✉ ━ 개구리 눈 ]  Yeah I’ll be there soon, just got to get some proper clothes on.

[ Text ► Stainless Steel] How do you know I’m not in proper clothes??

[ Text ► Stainless Steel] I feel slightly offended right now tbh

[ Text ► Stainless Steel] But you’re right.. I’m still on my working clothes ^-^

(/the car repair shop was a bit far from his house to go and change over there, although he already had a bag of clothes in his trunk which he was too lazy to change into earlier. While he changed and waited for the other to arrive his car was finished) Oh, took less time than I thought (/he smiled as he continue to make the necessary payments)

[ Text ► Stainless Steel] Yah, I’m done~

[ Text ► Stainless Steel] The car is finished too..

smile came to her lips as she walked towards her best friend’s apartment.  it was way too early – but not to her. her body was used to be up early, even before the first rays of sun were on the sky. she didn’t want to lose any of them. the dawn was dear to her even before she knew why and since very young, the princess didn’t understand why people wouldn’t be in their best disposition in the morning. the sun shined and everything was bathed in light. wasn’t that enough to lure everyone to be up early in the morning? she didn’t understand the objective of sleeping in. nana never had such desire – at least in sunny days -, no matter how few were her hours of sleep. mark knew about her habits, so he probably knew that she was on the streets when he sent the text. it was a sweet text, fitting her best friend, and she couldn’t dream to say no to him.

stopping by a coffee shop, nana got herself two cups of green tea, as well cookies and steamed buns. it wasn’t the ideal for a breakfast once nana was used to complete meals, with soup, rice and fish. the western tastes never seduced her. but in a morning like this, she just wanted to be at ease with her best friend. no great preparation was needed to have a good time with mark. it was only natural. his presence was enough to calm her nerves and to make her feel comfortable.

seohyun is keen aware that in this world, if she failed to live up to the expectations of achieving perfection or to be a useless mongrel— her path in this world would sever. she feels that it was necessary, to always be “perfect” and strive for it.

it is more than saddening,

how thirsty she is to be perfect.

but that made her seo joohyun.

but now, she has failed and is convinced that there is nothing in store in such an earth like this one, for her.

so, she chooses to acknowledge the fact that everything has came crashing down to her and the flame has weakened, cannot be lit and be unrelenting.

( you are the reincarnation of nike, so why are you giving up? )

but she cannot leave without a message or some sort of saucy note she would pass down to her beloved ones,

mark is the first one.

she is not sure how he would react but she knows it hurts, but it is time to leave.

if there's anything chanyeol has learned from his time on the road (and man does that make him sound older than he actually is), it's how to spot a first-timer.

chanyeol tends to describe first-timers as having a frightened doe feel to them. they tend to look around everywhere all at once; do something with their hands whether it be fiddle with them or rub them against their thighs; and are indecisive about what drink they'd like, most of the time.

so it's impossible not to spot the first-timer sitting on a bar stool nearby, drinking yet another can of pop with a hunched posture. the menu for the bar is right beside him, and he has pursued it many times, only to settle on another coke when asked.

chanyeol knows that most first-timers didn't like being 'outed', so he had (surprisingly) remained quiet, but the awkward atmosphere is starting to get to him. whether his nervousness be due to the fact that he's alone, or that he's never drank alcohol before, or just that the barley mow is a foreign establishment, he is going to extend a hand.

blank, dull obsidian orbs stared at him, she then quirked a brow. “you bloody hell think so?” she looked away and shook her head, arms crossed. “hug me then, i guess. you dingbat— words don’t really prove anything.”