#opusmrtm

He wants to be annoyed at the displayed text from a certain young master that he was protecting, but he could hardly find it in himself to frown. Instead, in place of it was a small smile that he was confident that noone would see. There was a little disdain that he couldn’t read the message immediately since he was away for other reasons where the CCG needed his presence, so it was a little gutting to know that he probably kept the older waiting, but the quicker he made his way to the other’s quarters, surely he would forgive Kuki for the delays.

“Don’t ever go far away? That’s fairly demanding.Also, I’m coming over soon to report for duty.P.S. Thank you for the wishes.”

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my opinion on; @opusmrtm ! 

character in general: From the get-go, I was particularly intrigued by Junmyeon’s character  as an undead(? 2 months and i still dont know rip) muse, mainly because I hadn’t interacted with a muse like that before. What I particularly like is the detail that went into the supposed death of Junmyeon as he was driven to a suicide, from what I understand as over expectations from family and peers alike. It’s very in depth, and I luv xoxo. But mun may have to fill me in on how he’s still alive so hmu <3how they play them: 10/10 would r8 again– just kidding, their writing style is something I adore very much and is definitely a joy to read. Their portrayal of Junmyeon is honestly the best thing because of their interactions with Urie; it reminds me of a mother’s maternal instinct and I love that hahathe mun: you the bae ilu pls have more threads with me

do i;

follow them: Yes!rp with them: Yes!!want to rp with them: YESSS!!ship their character with mine: *cues choir of BOO’s in the bg* aw hell nah

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“I never said that I didn’t appreciate your opinion. Only that special grey-faced friend who left a message.”

“-I hardly ever see you eating, Yejun, and I’m not going to allow you to sit here and stare at it. I was nice enough to show you hospitality, let you into my home, and even let you borrow a pair of god damn socks. So eat the soup like it’s your favorite meal and maybe, we won’t have this argument again.” How he had met the kid in the first place was blur, Junmyeon didn’t remember, nor did he care too; however, he wasn’t very fond of the behavior being shown to him. The business man had wasted his own time making the warm bowl of soup for the other and he expected him to eat it, lips tugging down into a deadly frown. ‘I don’t need to listen to this.’ Junmyeon’s temper flared, hand reaching out to grab the edge of the bowl and sliding it across the table. Liquid sloshed against its sides, dribbling down to the wood. His next words were forceful, his hardened gaze like a mother’s watching over her rebelling son. “Eat it.”

Junmyeon sent him right back into the past, made him feel like a little child that was dependent on someone looking after it all day long. And that displeased him quite a bit, because he was old enough to take care of himself, he didn’t need anyone trying to patronize him. Not to say that Yejun wasn’t grateful for what the other had done for him. But too much was too much. Yes, telling him to eat when that was the least he wanted to do, that was where his limits had been crossed.

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D for darkness, E for raw emotion, A for winter, T for argument, H for heartbreak, sadness, and despair

Winter has a way of stripping away layers of self with thesoftest of touches until you’re left cold, shivering, and exposed in the wake of its frosty touch. It’s nothing like summerand its hot breath against your neck, no, nothing nearly as arousing as that. The season takes andtakes, takes until nothing remains beyond a cold core full of nothing butweightless embitterment. They say winter is the season for family, for giving,and for love but Jongdae disagrees.

When you’re left empty, you retreat to what you know shouldbe familiar (not what is). You hideyourself away, tuck yourself into a ball in an attempt to make yourself wholeonce again. Winter is not the season for family, it is the season for cowardicewhen all the New Years’ Resolution does is remind you of how little you are andyou go running back into the arms of what you are told is familiar.

At the end of the year, Winter is when your independencecrumbles, and you can’t even breathe by yourself. Winter is when light fades toalmost nothing, and even during the days your sight is clouded by darknesscreated by overcast skies overhead. It is when you can’t help but bicker withloved ones, confined to a small space you both hide away from the nipping coldonly for it to invade from the inside of your friend’s heart rather than the outsidebreeze.

Then again, winter can also invade your own heart if you’renot careful.

Jongdae doesn’t mean to – he never means to shout. The comment even catches him by surprise, and hecovers his mouth less than a second later, trying to shove the words back in,take them back and undo them. “This fairy tale you’re living in – it’simpossible.” Maybe it’s because he’s upset with himself. When Jongdae looks atJunmyeon and Dominic he sees the possibilities that his relationship withChanyeol will never have. The sheer openness and comfort those two share witheach other, uninhibited by panic attacks and childish fear, Jongdae will neverbe able to achieve that.

It’s a fairy tale that Jongdae desperately wishes he couldblind himself with, and perhaps, he was blind once. But all fairy tales mustcome to an end, and more often than not, they do not end happily.

Jongdae was angry, yes. Bitter, yes. His words were meant tohurt and he cannot deny it. But they’re also true. Beyond the societal hatred of Junmyeon and his own sexuality, Junmyeon is special. While Dominic will age his friend will stay inthat static state of lifeless immortality and Jongdae doesn’t want to seeJunmyeon suffer. Doesn’t want to see his friend when he realises that unlesshis fairy tale curse is broken, their story will end up in tragedy.

Writing a feature story on one of Korea’s biggest financial figures should be easy, his manager had said. Chanyeol had, honestly, agreed, figuring it out he really only needed to get something like ‘5 things to do to be filthy rich and famous’ and his editor would easily approve it. 

He even picks up a copy of ‘Financial for Dummies’ a week before his schedules interview, to appear at least educated in subject he will breach.

Chanyeol does not expect the ten bodyguards that surround him on his way to the interview, feeling puny as he’s surrounded by marble floors and large crystal windows. Everything is clean, nothing out of place, and he suddenly becomes aware of the powerful, important man he is about to interview.