#jxniel

he's careful when he opens the front door. it's early in the morning and, for sure, none of his roommates are awake at this hour of the day. he normally doesn't wake up before late in the morning, however, he hasn't slept at the house and that means waking up early in the morning at the same time as nova. coming home after dropping the gorgeous brunette, he's still feeling her touch on his skin, still all smiles, still on cloud 9. and hella hungry. his steps naturally take him to the kitchen. "oh, seoah?" he's surprised to find her here before him. "you're already up?"

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[  ✉  ] don’t you think kids are busy too? [  ✉  ] look at you calling yourself an old man tho ㅋ [  ✉  ] didn’t know you have grey hair now ㅋㅋㅋ [  ✉  ] also you woke me up [  ✉  ] go work on songs instead of bothering your sunbae like that [  ✉  ] ( ◕‿◕✿ )

she’s right; he should be working on songs, but working on songs is also all he does lately. with an album coming out soon, there’s so much to do. while he knows perfection cannot be reached, it’s still an ideal he wants to reach toward. that’s why he has worked around the clock today again. but even someone as passionate about music as him sometimes needs a break, some different kind of entertainment. seo ah brings just that. her answer doesn’t disappoint. as expected from seo ah. with every message coming in his smile grows larger as he spins around on his desk chair. 

«« outgoing message :: choi seo ah »» i woke you up? oops. i’m doing you a favor since you should also be working on songs or maybe you lied about being a busy kid? ㅋㅋ

«« outgoing message :: choi seo ah »» what if my new song is about bothering a sunbae   ㅋㅋ i’m only doing this for my album, don’t reject me like this  ㅋㅋ  

meme :: my muse cannot lie

status :: accepting

💓   if they would start a relationship with seo ah

Things They Associate with Your Muse! Meme [ Accepting! ]

Juniel:

Voice your life not in decibels, But by how well your story tells For nary a moment so dire Than existence without your fire.

Oh, spend not too much on small thought Since worry will be all for naught. Better to have selfish desire Than existence without your fire.

Depend on rhythm to find beat, On melody to find your feet. Harmony is what we aspire Than existence without your fire.

Speak your language and your ideals So that hist’ry knows your appeals. Pray for a life left to admire Than existence without your fire.

It’s the little things that count.

Prancing around the wayward sidewalk, Yoo hops to avoid a small inlet on the cement. Reminders of childhood enjoyments have him take a moment to play, dodging little cracks and crevices like a game of hopscotch. Surely, the appearing as a crazed madman skipping did cross his mind, but nonetheless, the kid within him continues to take flight. Pure chuckles seep out as he loses the world to the little game of not breaking his mother’s back, until a slight misstep hurls him in endangering forward momentum.

Thump! Having returned to the earth before him, Yoo shakes his head of any confusion before realizing what kind of scene he has made. Eyes shoot straight upward, to eyes of another. “Oh, I apologize!” Hurriedly, the tutor pats his head, shoulders and knees clean of debris, adjusting himself into a kneeling position to recover paperwork that was at hand. A phone. “Let me get that for you,” hands race for the cellular device as he actively pursues amends to this stranger, “Here.”

and for all his follies, apollo is not a foolish god. he knows very well the service of his intentions, knows where they stem from – knows where they cannot must not go. ( it’s not necessarily that he has a penchant for best behavior, not even something akin to brethren in the god of the underworld – but it’s something more resolute, something filled with vitriol & acid. this is his punishment, as the lover scorned. he must bear it so, honorably as he can. )

there’s an indulgence in the way he lets himself fall prey to it—he could not resist it if he tried, not with the whims of eros and eris upon his back; but they are not the only culprits when he is the instigator—lets himself douse in the safety of sun-warmed love. ( and it is love, eros has said it himself so. ) his smiles tells of secrets his heart keeps; persephone must not know. if this is to end without spilling ichor, it is best if he keeps his own confession mum-lipped. persephone’s heart is her own first, hades’ second ( or perhaps of a varying order, apollo cannot pretend to know ) – and that is how it must stay.

so he hopes, so he wishes.

the flower shop blooms ahead of him. it is a tucked away thing, decorated with flora that sings of summer. there are bouquets lining the path to the door, and it is with quick fingers that apollo steals a rose from it – lifts it to breathe it in just as the door tinkles with the chime of his arrival.

and there she is – a vision. ( he cannot keep the curl of his smile from blooming just so. )

six-word sentences x ; accepting