#jongdaexvla

♥: Your muse crying about something

Not too long after the sun had begun it’s descent over the horizon, and the sky painted in varying shades of orange, pink and blue hues, Jongdae spots someone who looks vaguely familiar sitting alone at a table under a street lamp, empty bottles littering the expanse of the table top, and a miserable expression on his face. Taken aback by how strongly he feels for the stranger he has yet to meet, against his better judgement, he approaches slowly and takes a seat, looking over since the other still didn’t seem to notice him.

It took a few waves of Jongdae’s hand before the other seemed to come out of his trance, and just as their eyes met for the very first time, Jongdae could see that there were tears beginning to form in the brink of the male’s. Growing flustered at the wave of emotions that seemed inevitable, the other male simply held his forehead in his hands and stayed quiet, save for the occasional sniff.

❤ Send v///v for an inappropriate or embarrassing thought my muse has had about yours.

[[ who would have sent something like that? >.>

✿: A happiness headcanon.

The clattering of pots and pans, the nostalgic sound of a crisp vegetable being chopped on a cutting board, the sizzle of something simmering away over the fire-- the lulling bubble of a boiling pot. Cooking soothes Kyungsoo in a way that not much else can-- aside from tending to his garden. The boy is obsessed with the idea of taking different things and putting them together to make something new. Occasionally, if the florist has some time off, he’ll spend it by researching a new recipe and spending the entire day making it.

send me △ for my muse to get trapped in a small closet with yours