#luxe-lay

He barges inside, sucking in air greedily as he holds himself up against a wall, he wipes at his face with the back of his hand, his other, clutching his side, blood drips from his nose, he winces with every breath he takes. “Oh… jeez,” he exhales before looking over at the counter. “Just another work day, yeah?” he forces himself to laugh. || @luxe-lay

`ᴊᴍ — Deep breaths, he reminds himself before approaching the unknowing other in the familiar park, stopping just a few feet behind him and clearing his throat, waiting to gain his attention. “Um. Hi.” I’m sorry my brother probably scared the heck out of you the other night, please accept this snack and don’t hate me, he thinks as he holds out the small ziplock bag of soft baked cookies. // @luxe-lay

Whenever told a joke she didn’t find funny, the woman would almost always have her mouth hanging open, indicating how speechless she was, paired up with dull, unamused eyes that could make someone attempting to elicit laughter off of her shrink away. Of course, she didn’t mean to look like that, or scare the person. But the joke, or if she could even call it like that right now, wasn’t something that made her blow off into fits of laughter. “Incredible.” Disbelief was clear on her tone as she shook her head. “Not sure if I should laugh at the fact that she collects rocks and storea them in a house, or at your attempt to make me laugh...ha...”

`ᴊᴍ — Sometimes, things got slow at the shop, so Jaemin would request his lunch break a bit early to have his lunch out in the park just across the street. It was a really nice day so he didn’t want to spend it in the employee break room. Sitting cross legged under one of the trees and munching on one of his kimbap pieces, he smiles brightly when spotting someone walking their dog nearby. “Oh, what a cute dog! Can I pet him?” @luxe-lay

                    《 ※ 》     LAY HAD A point there. This spot wasn’t too far off from what he usually perused and scoped out. Perhaps it was so close to home that he never really thought to look here. Regardless of that fact, he was still quite impressed and most importantly in awe. The pads of his fingers ghost over the painted walls, eyeing the very details of the formerly blank man-made canvas now littered in what he considered art. There’s a twinkle in his deep pools of brown as they pan across the enirety of the wall, the edges of his mouth arching upwards into a child-like smile.   ❝  Aww man. I can’t believe this was tucked away right here. Right under our noses. Or well — mine.  ❞ A small little pause and his head cranes back to give the other male a quick glance before his attention is immediately returned to the graffiti.   ❝  How long have you known about this place ? Been holdin` off on me huh ?  ❞

“I really doubt you did anything with me,” he says in a surprisingly lucid tone, despite the sinking realization he was still a bit drunk. “Did you say something about cashews?” Now what he really needed to remember was why he’d been at that party in the first place. 

lets see a blue whale!