Dec 25, 2014
( txt ) jingjing we need to have a t a l k
( txt ) what's wrong who died
( txt ) you need condoms?
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( txt ) jingjing we need to have a t a l k
( txt ) what's wrong who died
( txt ) you need condoms?
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( txt ) are you still teleporting because i need a ride ( txt ) i'm sitting in this cabin and i realize i packed no socks ( txt ) please assist >:
( * is he serious; well, in the spirit of the holidays, why not? )
( txt ) for a price :)( txt ) the value price of 2000yen!
âšś feel the bliss ;
( ` back kissing the surface of the mattress, she deeply sinks into the song played on her phone, and with no earphones attached whatsoever. )
* txt → lu han * han-sshi!!!! (΄◞ิ౪◟ิ‵)
* txt → lu han * what're you doing rn?
gmxluhan: Hello?
they want to borrow something from you.
the continuous grumbling sounds indicate hunger that lingers upon her stomach, and it won’t come to an end. december licks itself into the corner of her bagged-eyes—it’s around ten o’clock, which is way too early for her to visit the cemetery with an intention to become full. she’s famished, so she intends to go anyway. she doesn’t put on anything fancy: a grey parka, white jeans, and a pair of leather boots that are bound to be replaced with some new ones in a span of days. before preparing for the hunt, she searches for the priority equipment—her shovel. however, the tool appears to be missing. "don’t fucking tell me i just—" she doesn’t complain any further, and proceeds to call someone, someone she hasn’t known for the longest of times, but is ( maybe ) readily given to help her in these kind of situations. hearing a male’s inquire, her body relaxes, “hi, han-sshi. i know this might come off bizarre or something, but can i borrow your shovel? well, if you have one.” a chuckle accidentally escapes.
Hello?
13. They’ve just been attacked.
it is over the pouring rain that she makes the call--teeth gritting together at the pain emitting from the bite wound in her leg as she leans against the wall for support--whatever guilt that comes with calling someone at four in the morning utterly obliterated by the anger pulsating through her veins.Â
and the pain. the fucking pain.
"he--" her breath hitches, eyes flicking over to glare the remains of the mutt that attacked her--unfortunate death by lightning, yet miyoung doesn't feel a lick of guilt, given the searing pain in her shin. "hey--are you free right now?" she tries her best to keep her voice "normal" sounding, wincing at the slightest shift of her weight as the storm rages a bit harder.
it's been years--and yet, she's still a woman unable to contain her own anger.
"i need a ride."
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(. the apartment is unusually clean. it's the first sign that tells him to go looking around; to try and find the drooping, frowning form of choi jinri while he turns over what to do in his mind. as usual, no answer springs forth like he'd hoped, but he does encounter her sorting through a basket of clothes and releases something of a sigh. this time, he approaches with a firm step to envelope her head in a loose hold, before the joke of a hug turns real and he wraps around her shoulders )
( * routine provides a false sense of security that she’s far too eager to indulge in; dig, fold and settle on the respective pile—these are the steps she finds a step in for now, paying enough attention to not think, but not enough to notice anything in particular.  it’s not surprise that she doesn’t make notice of the door opening, obviously somewhere else, but the arms around her head are; she raises the arm that clings onto a pair of socks, only dropping it when she catches the glimpse of a familiar sleeve, a jarred laugh dropping from her mouth ) yah. ( * the gesture makes her want to cry, but there’s no point in that, so she simply leans the slightest bit, teasing— )  wow hanana… we can’t tell unni about this… ( * — words that would’ve sounded better if they didn’t ride on rattled breath, if they hadn’t cracked at the end )
Confess, for five hours!
*
gmxluhan:
(. he winces a little at the cries, moreso out of a lack of any better idea of what to do. his heartstrings tugged, he kneels and pats the boy’s back )
( `it was overwhelming for him to go through all these things at this age-- in face, it would probably be just as overwhelming if he was his normal age, all things considered-- there's actually something semi-legible in his muffled sobs ) W-whaahs a demahhcat-- I--I don't know wahh ihh ihs!Â