#hdmiru

written for takada miru (@hdmiru) ♡

tokyo had a way of making anonymity feel possible, right? millions or so people poured through shibuya crossing every hour, each one too busy chasing the next train to care about 6'4" tall man in a charcoal hoodie tugging the brim of a baseball cap lower and lower over his eyes. a disposable mask covered the rest of his face, naturally. now the sunglasses were overkill (he knew they were) but paranoia had a funny way of making every precaution seem totally reasonable.

'i'm here.' he sends miru a simple message. seung-ho glanced over his shoulder out of habit before weaving through the crowd, keeping his pace measured... and he hated this. he hated that something as ordinary as wanting to see someone had to become an operation.

FT. @hdmiru & @hdminah

naimara's laugh shatters it wide open, wild above gangnam's neon pulse. the moon hangs low enough to taste, a sugar pearl stuck between the city's teeth, and she's upside down on her broom again, hair streaming like a comet, eyes full of trouble. the traffic below looks like a thousand sleeping dragons in red and gold; she tips her broom so close to the rooftops that the tip of her boot kisses a billboard for bubble tea. "come on, slowpokes!" she yells, splitting the clouds. "what's the point of being witches if you're scared of a little turbulence?"

she flips [actually flips] one leg hooked around the broom, the other kicking free, sparks trailing from her heel as if the night itself were clapping. a startled pigeon bursts past, squawking like a chorus line. somewhere behind her, she can hear mirai and minae close behind her and that means she's absolutely going to try again.

rarely  did  haru  crave  for  a  treat  or  desire  anything  in  general  for  that  matter,  but  this  time  around  he  was  feeling  in  the  mood  to  introduce  a  companion  for  his  book  and  decided  he  could  afford  a  little  deviation  in  what  was  his  norm.

he  lifted  his  arm  to  peek  at  the  time  that  reflected  on  the  surface  of  his  digital  watch;  he  could  still  make  it  back  in  time  for  curfew,  and  one  of  the  nearest  outlets  was  still  open.  nothing  was  stopping  him  from  getting  himself  an  iced  coffee  (decaf,  of  course,  since  he  needed  to  sleep  in  the  next  two  hours  or  so)  and  maybe  even  a  cheeky  dessert  on  the  side,  so  he  placed  his  e-reader  down  onto  the  nightstand  by  his  bed  and  got  up.

he  knocked  on  his  roommate's  door  and  asked  if  he  wanted  anything  as  well,  out  of  courtesy  and  to  maintain  good  relations.  when  said  roommate  said  he  was  fine,  haru  wasted  not  a  second  longer  to  put  on  some  shoes  and  step  out  of  the  room.  geared  up  with  a  cap  and  a  mask,  haru  sent  miru  a  quick  message  on  LINE  before  he  tucked  his  phone  into  the  pocket  of  his  pants  and  left  the  building.

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY! 🎁 To. @hdmiru

written for 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐚𝐝𝐚 𝐦𝐢𝐫𝐮 (@hdmiru) ♡

seungho is sitting on the edge of the fountain just outside the islands' pokémon center, one leg dipped in the water, shoes and socks tossed carelessly beside him like they've never mattered. dusk's crawling in slow, casting long shadows and soft pink light over the cobblestones, and he's got that look (half-lazy, half-waiting) like he knew she would show up the second the world got pretty enough for her.

he doesn’t look up right away when miru approaches. just tilts his head to the side and murmurs, "knew that eevee of mine wouldn't let you stay mad at me forever," voice low and warm, a little smug, like he's teasing her on purpose but there's something gentler underneath. something only she ever gets. when she's close enough, he hooks his fingers around the hem of her jacket and pulls her between his knees like it's the most natural thing in the world. his forehead dips to hers, and he doesn't kiss her, not yet, not unless she wants to. just stays there, close enough for breath to mix.

"you make me wanna stay in one town too long, babe," he says, all soft grin and quiet confession, poking fun at himself like he's not entirely kidding. "and i’m not even mad about it." his hand finds her wrist, and fingers start to trace lines of her pulse, easy. familiar. and then, like he's remembering who they are again (young captain trainers, battle partners, sleep-in-the-same-tent-and-pretend-it's-no-big-deal) he quirks an eyebrow.

"so," he murmurs, brushing a thumb over her knuckles, "we gonna crush this next battle like legends, or you wanna call it a night and make out under a tree?"

𝒇𝒕. @hdmiru

The story goes: Naimei found a café online with the prettiest little strawberry shortcake she'd ever seen and decided she and Miru had to find it. It had seemed simple enough at the time—follow the directions, grab a dessert, maybe take a few (100) pictures if the lighting was good; girly things. Somehow, however, one wrong turn had become two, two had become six, and now they were standing in a narrow side street she was fairly certain hadn't existed on the map ten minutes ago.

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GIRLNEXTDOOR (걸넥스트도어) 2ND MINI ALBUM - "FOCUS" TAKADA MIRU

written for takada miru (@hdmiru) ♡

it's brutal out here! girlnextdoor's first comeback is everything fans hoped it would be and then some. three new members, a b-side track packed with attitude, new formations and dynamics to memorize, so many new things. every stage feels bigger than the last. so chaeyeon should be celebrating. she is celebrating; really, she is! but somewhere between the endless rehearsals and smiling for what feels like every camera in south korea, she's started to feel like a doll that's been wound a little too tightly.

which is why, the moment she spots miru after their final schedule of the week, she brightens up like a supernova. "unnie!" she says, falling into step beside her, tucking her exhaustion neatly underneath. "you remember our spa day, right?"