#punkassdaegu

        ❛      when  they   tell  me  this  world  is  dangerous  ,  i  can’t  help  but  laugh  at  that    ❜

kyungsoo is generally not a reckless person. planning may not be his strongest suit, but he has always felt better with even a semblance of how to act, even if things go terribly wrong. his plans are more like rough sketches, half-formed and spotty, but the image is still recognisable from afar. he’s always felt more than he could put down on paper. perhaps that’s why he gravitates so strongly towards the natural earth, far more comfortable with satin-soft petals and dark soil between his fingers than a pen. for someone who claims to prefer planning ahead, though, it’s a wonder that he’s ended up with a total of five, albeit small, tattoos in the past couple of months and a rook piercing still tender to the touch. 

no, kyungsoo is not a reckless person, but there are times when his heart is just too loud to ignore. 

which brings him to tuesday, seven a.m., seoul. autumn mornings have always been a little late, a little stingy with sunshine, but today’s clouds are particularly dark, joined soon by the distant, ominous rumble of thunder. he should be doing his rounds through the shop, triple checking arrangements and watering the row of freshly bloomed chrysanthemums. instead, he’s juggling a heavy box in one arm and fumbling for his shop keys with the other. fifteen minutes later, he’s crouched behind the counter with two shallow clay pots, one filled with water and the other with instant rice from the break room. it’s not much, but kyungsoo already has plans to make a run to the nearest store during his lunch break.

Send me a “ 🔥 “ for an unpopular opinion.

so let’s talk about aesthetics. themes and posts – i’m going to have to try to word all of this without sounding like a complete dick.

let me preface this with, i’m a slut for a good aesthetic. i love coherency, i love something that flows, i love something pleasing to the eye. but there’s a difference between pleasing to the eyes and making my eye sight worse. if your theme hurts my eyes and i’m trying to figure out if i want to follow, there’s a high chance i will not unless i’ve seen your reply on the dash. i will not spend time trying to copy and paste a reply into my word doc to be able to see what it says. so please friends, for the sake of your followers, either have a mobile link or something that makes everything readable. also following theme trends isn’t necessary, and that’s all i have to say about that bit.

onto post aesthetics. i like good formatting, i like emphasis on words, i like when things look pretty. but if you have one word on one side of the post, and then a space met by another word on the entire other side of the post, i probably won’t be replying to you. in fact, that probably won’t garner a follow unless i really like your style of writing. visual cues are wonderful, but if you write three sentences to make up your paragraph but due to spacing it looks like 250 words, i can not. please keep in mind that pretty is one thing, but if it makes your writing difficult to read, that’s a whole other thing. and on top of that, if you throw purple prose into that reply, that makes things even worse. it doesn’t make you any better or worse for complying to post aesthetics, but it does make people’s lives harder. 

     he tries to sort his thoughts as steam lingers from his bathroom into his bedroom. it’s just another hangout. except it’s not. not when all tae-luc can think about is his unsent texts. they just had to stumble across the word date. up until now, he’s been enjoying sik’s company, they were friends — and then some – but it worked, there weren’t strings. it’s rare he finds someone he can maintain such a dynamic. even more so it felt refreshing to have someone genuine around. there wasn’t any bullshit with the hacker. so why did the idea of a date shake him so much ? because you kinda like him... because he ignored you... he groans rustling for his glasses. he’s never had to doubt whether someone might say yes to a date. but none of them did he maybe have feelings for when he’s asked. most of them were to kill time, have some fun. course leave it to kyungsik to shake up tae-luc’s life. should’ve been clear since the first time they met thieving the same item. he chuckles shaking his head at the memory.

    squinting, he looks for his black frames. where did he put them ? they’re not with the rest of his glasses, instead they’re knocked over on the other side of the bed. he wonders if he chucked them last night. finally able to see, he checks his outfit — black jeans, grey hoodie, jean jacket layered atop. casual and comfortable is the extent of his energy today after feeling hungover. he brushes back his fading pink-peach hair to tie on his bandana. he’s dragged out the time long enough and finally grabs his face mask to leave.

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today was bad.

two category fours had been detected 300 kilometers southwest of kagoshima, and they were deployed within minutes. kyungsoo and sik hadn’t been co-pilots for very long, not by the former’s prior standard of five years with nari, but they drifted so well that their partnership was only inevitable. falling into the drift was easy, even during their first trial. it was the coming out that proved hardest. swimming so deep in each other’s memories, getting lost for even a fraction of a moment could have proven fatal, and that’s exactly what happened today.

they had taken care of the first kaiju in record time, but the second refused to go down as easily. after what felt like hours in the middle of the pacific ocean, the category four had ripped their jaeger’s left arm clean off, like decades of research and innovation hadn’t gone into its design, and kyungsoo felt it. they were as much a part of each other as they were their jaeger, and when kyungsoo turned to check on sik, he found himself back in himawari. suddenly, he was a pilot at the top of his game, watching a category five tear through their jaeger like paper, watching nari be taken from right beside him, watching her scream and thrash, and he felt it all.

“kyungsoo!”

he blinks and finds himself staring back at sik, both of them sporting twin bruises and patched up cuts, spoils of their victory. a second blink, and kyungsoo hears the steady rain of autumn in yokohama. that’s right—they were supposed to return to busan for their report, but they needed repairs badly and this base was closer. they’re meant to stay here for the night to rest, but that word apparently has no place in sik’s dictionary. kyungsoo doesn’t answer immediately, uncertain if he could stomach anything more than water right now. half his mind is still somewhere else, and sik’s been in there enough times to know just where. (but something tells kyungsoo he would know even without drifting together.)