#imvalient

   ( ☼ ) His recurring nightmare served as an utter nuisance to Taehyung and although fond of what his brain normally gifted him with during his slumber, he was growing weary of waking up in a cold sweat every few days.    Research was his first course of action and with the vast resources on the Internet, he felt he was bound to find a concise explanation behind his brain’s mechanics. However gaining information at three in the morning when sleep was his top priority proved to be ineffective thus his next most reliable source - to at least calm him - was Euijin.

   Hearing her voice on the other end of the line brought a faint smile to Taehyung’s lips despite the events of the night and he gulps down the remaining water in his glass; his voice a low whisper once he responds. “Yeah,” he sighs, moving into the main room of the dorm to plop down on the couch, “I’m sorry. ‘s like the second time this week…”

— {★} — The prospect of his recurring nightmares placed a frown onto her. She got the idea when it came to how he’d be tormented by such ordeals that caught him in his sleep. Euijin had nothing else but her attention her comfort to give him -- something that she was unaware that the other found solace in.

                    “Don’t be sorry,” she murmured to her phone that was propped in between her shoulder and ear. Her hands had been idly playing with the stray ends of her pair of house shorts that were worn and torn from weekly use. Drowsiness hadn’t quite affected her yet -- she was used to heading to bed at ungodly hours, and staying up whilst everyone else in her dorm were counting sheep.

THE NEIGHBOURHOOD SENTENCE STARTERS

Status: Accepting

To: imvalient

( ☼ ) With a full stomach and company that provided even more warmth, he was set for the upcoming winter evening. One, two, step. One, two, step. The mantra repeated in his head while they walked along the sidewalk, avoiding the little breaks between the cement whenever he could. The only signal of his attention toward her rambling hinted with little hums and grunts of agreement. It isn’t until she poses the question that he finally looks over at her then down toward her hands in order to confirm for himself.      “You forgot even after I told you?” It comes as a surprise merely because he’s usually the one prone to forgetfulness. That discussion, however, was better for another time thus he nods in acceptance. “Yeah, but first…” His left hand is brought up toward his lips where he blows tenderly at each of his fingers. “I gotta warm ‘em up for you.”

☂ — “If craving for food was an Olympic sport, I’d get gold every single time,” a breathy  chuckle drawn from her lips, glance spared  down on the snow-papered concrete the so-called aliens were walking on. If anything, Sujin was glad to spend time with Taehyung, her sense of humour and comical antics was something considered odd; but sticking out like a sore  thumb was a common feat the two shared.

Seoul’s chilly winters provided an excelent reasoning to visit grilling restaurants, “Oh, and I’d probably be a meokbang if I wasn’t an idol,” Sujin muses. It only took a few  steps to realized that her fingertips  gradated a bluish hue, as it stung the moment the rigid padding of her tiers brushed against her parka. Quick to get her reasoning across, her hands were raised up to Taehyung’s tiers, though his  warm breath only lasted for a few measly seconds; which wasn’t enough. Pallidly  did she stare at him, uttering out her next words.

“Are we shooting a drama right now--?”

↳ two word starters ( status: still accepting. )

this day had been an unfortunately hectic one, and it seemed as though everything that could have possibly gone wrong was doing just that. they’d practically been running through the gaudy apartment complex, rushing to get to her place as soon as humanly possible. “okay, so,” she was visibly already out of breath, “my cat knocked over an entire bucket of paint earlier and i’ve been fighting every urge to scream at the top of lungs because of it.” there was a sudden pick-up in her pace until she’d finally reached her front door, where she’d met with a nervous struggle to get it open. the sound of her keys banging against one another echoed down the hall, and usually she’d been one to avoid making such a noisy scene, but she couldn’t bring herself forth in caring at the moment. she mumbled a string of profanities under her breath before turning to face the boy standing beside her. “so, um.. i called you because you have a way of making everything better that i really appreciate. just tell me that it isn’t that bad so that i can find my inner peace. unless it’s awful.. in that case, don’t lie to me.” finally, the door swung open.

they stood side by side, their eyes carefully examining the mess that’d splattered across the room before them. she broke the silence. “so..?” the silence painfully dragged on for a few seconds afterwards, and finally, he spoke. “that’s bad.” 

she nodded – she asked for the truth, and that’s exactly what she got. “shit.”

  ( ☼ ) The words of caution hadn’t affected him in the least, in fact it only caused the features of Taehyung’s face to scrunch in disappointment while he continued to prod at the camera. If it were to break, he had a decent excuse - it was coming apart already. The main frame was held together with tape and the foggy lens a sign of age and lack in desire to clean within previous owners. It was with a smug look on his face that he decides to show Mark just how sturdy the thing is by lifting it to his eye. “See? It’s fin–” His sentence is cut short when the camera falls apart in his hands, metal pieces hitting the floor causing him to jump in shock. The end result causing him to set the device back down as he tried to keep a level head. “… Mark!! You killed it!”

[ & imvalient;status: meme accepting! ]  

The gaze of the blonde rests on the male for a tad too long as she tries to decipher the meaning behind his words, a puzzled expression being currently displayed before the sign of a small, timid smile shows itself on her features. She’s genuinely not the type of person to enjoy drawing attention to herself so this sudden encounter, not to mention his rather blunt words, comes as a surprise.

Though she does find amusement in his childish charm that seemingly conceals something else, though she isn’t entirely sure what that could be. Still, when she finally does offer him a blooming smile at something she can’t help but find endearingly amusing it seems that it isn’t all too complicated to strike up a conversation with a stranger. Whatever he’s attempted before, a stringing together of words and actions that didn’t make sense to her before now all seem to fall into place and Hanna only starts to see that he’s been trying to get her attention.