#fragilxty

Out of the few people (and that’s an understatement) in Ezra’s life that knew him too well, they would undoubtedly agree that he was a tough one. He earned his position at work because of these exact qualities- unyielding and rough, especially when it came to his words. Today wasn’t a good day, though when it comes to Ezra there has never really been a good day, or so to speak. The packages he had to deliver were the usual- the customer? Not so much. They were being difficult, in the most censored way of putting across Ezra’s thoughts. He was sufficiently equipped when it came to dealing with messy situations but this was not entirely accurate when it came to his emotional stance- he liked it when things went smoothly, and anything in between or otherwise would probably end up with his fist on someone else’s face. Decidedly, taking a walk across the streets was one of his many ways of coping with his own sensitive temperament but what didn’t help was the small bustle forming on the pavements, and to his misfortune, a young man with little foresight- literally. ”The fuc-“ Ezra released a groan from his lips, his hands cupping his forehead in pain; he wasn’t exactly distracted or anything but it was enough to miss the stranger that was tumbling towards him.  His eyes roamed lazily over the other, slowly coming to the realization that they were on the floor, along with the remnants of the box he had bumped into. A little before he began spilling his profanities, he noticed the eyes of the passerby’s on him and sighed in irritation. Ezra bent down and reluctantly began to pick up the other’s items. ”Watch where you’re going next time.” his breath erratic and reeking of his last cigarette as he whispered, careful as to not let anyone else see his lack of empathy.

“My precious ‘Soo.” The words stumbled out of her lips faintly, trying her hardest not to simply break down into tears of joy but the feelings become overwhelming and it’s obvious by the way her monochrome irises began to water. Naeun doesn’t hesitate either to pull the other male into a secure hug, arms wrapped over his neck to pull him close to her because it always feels longer than a few weeks whenever they part ways for a while. She’s glad, she’s glad he’s okay and that he was simply there standing in front of her. “You didn’t have to get me anything, sweetie.”

     As many of his friends enjoy reminding him, Sehun is one to vegetate at home. With an almost sedentary life style, the composer often only exits the warmth of his small apartment when it comes to career matters, or when he runs out of groceries and is reminded by a growling stomach that he can't actually live off music alone.      But there are times, although rare, when Sehun does leave for the hell of going out. Sudden bursts of desires, he guesses, and often odd ones he may say given as he chooses one of the coldest days to go for a walk around the still busy streets of Seoul. With gloved hands stuffed in the pockets of his long coat and a big scarf wrapped around his neck, he expected a peaceful, uneventful walk.      ---- Until suddenly there's a pretty flower stretched in his direction and Sehun immediately stops, both out of surprise and out of his secret love for plants and flowers. One hand moves to grab a hold of the camellia and a small but gentle smile spreads on Sehun's lips, gaze admiring its pretty white petals.      The other's words catch his attention and Sehun looks down at him instead, smile remaining as a soft chuckle escapes him. "So I've been told." He admits, height often being subject to many comments and compliments from the media. "This is a beautiful flower and an even prettier gesture-- But isn't it a bit too cold for you to stand here? You look rather chilly, if you don't mind me saying."

Idiot. The label crosses her mind but wasn’t set out of her mouth. She crouches down momentarily in order to scoop up the packets. One after another into the palm of her hands, eyes fixated at the owner of the possession. Observing closely without speaking a word until now. ❝What a cute little klutz, stumbling upon me.❞ The teasing comment comes out naturally, pinching one of the seed packet in between her thumb and forefinger to sway it from left to right in order to show it to him and for him to pick up from her clutch as well.

She wasn’t home yet, normally it takes her longer to arrive home compared to before. Overworking to gain extra pay for the Holidays, quietly within time she opens the door in order to step inside of the warmth. Sighing contently while dragging her feet over the wooden designed floor, bag resting on the side of the couch and she continues to walk along the hallway and towards her room. “Oh.” She didn’t really expect company, it’s unexpected but she doesn’t mind. Barely making a sound, Naeun ushers closer to the mattress to peek over to see who it was. A wide smile etches along her features at the sight of her beloved nephew bundled into the softness only to snuggle close besides him when she’s gotten comfortable. Not making an attempt to change her attire into something more comfortable. “My dearest, cutie. It’s nice seeing you here.”

"Delivery!" He called, pushing the door open and flashing a wide smile at the raven haired boy across the shop.

           "Ah, Kyungsoo, Kyungsoo." there's a shake of his head, lips pursed as he takes a step back, placing the goblet down on the table next to the plate that was full of pastries, rolling his shoulders to a small shrug. "Thank you but I do have a diet the past few days and I cannot eat anything without fiber, but it was worth the effort, I guess. Luhan will be up soon, I suppose, I'll give it to him."