#rushiruu

( KKT ) I need food, I need sleep… nevermind, I have the money but I can’t go… ( KKT ) since when did I even become a hobo- ( KKT ) Ya, come here.

{ rushiruu​ } 

[ ✉ → hyung ] Hyung! * ^ *

[  ✉ → hyung ] What do you need help with? Just food? I’ll feed you hyung. [  ✉ → hyung ]Oh My God, are you starving. My poor Hyung ㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠ 

Send me "↹" for my Muse's reaction toyours pushing them out of harm's way...and taking the blow instead.

                  ❝ JINYOUNG ! ❞ Gikwang’s raspy voice cried out in anguish.

The twenty-four year old couldn’t believe what was happening to him. What was happening to Jinyoung. For a fleeting moment he was in denial; believing that this was all a nightmare. However, the blood flowing down his face proved that it was very real. That this was actually happening to him. Instead of the Gikwang getting the full blow of the speeding motor vehicle, his colleague and dear friend had pushed him out of the way to safety. However, at the cost of saving his life, Jinyoung received the full impact.

Meme: Send A ♞ To My Inbox MemeStatus: Unavailable; Closed

"I'll find her and bring her home, I promise."

   █ ▌    It took ever fiber in her being to remain as composed as she was. A dark cloud of negativity shrouded her thoughts as she attempted to make senses of everything that has happened thus far. ‘Oh my goodness… this is all my fault,’ she mentally sulked. ‘I should have seen this coming. I need to fix this... I need to fix this as soon as possible.’ Even in her darkest hour she knew that there would be a silver lining somewhere. There always was; she just needed to remain positive and have a clear mind.

   █ ▌    The disappearance of a mutual friend of theirs was unexpected. It had taken not only Holly by surprise, but she would imagine that it had also taken Jinyoung as well. For some strange reason she felt that HYDRA had something to do with this. It’s not ever day an engineer goes missing, especially one that was working on something as important as their friend was. Call it woman’s intuition perhaps, but Holly knew that she would be able to learn more about this case if she asked her commanding officers at S.H.I.E.L.D.

   █ ▌    She just hoped that she would have high enough clearance to have access the files.

   █ ▌    A heavy sigh escaped her tight lips as she contemplated her next move. She had to say something at least to reassure the other that she will get to the bottom of this. The only issue was that she couldn’t tell her male companion that she was a S.H.I.E.L.D. operative. It was classified information and if she wanted to protect Jinyoung as well, she knew she had to keep it as secret from him as well. He couldn’t know what she really did for a living as she was more than just a mere scientist with two PhDs.

Ayurnamat ↳   The philosophy that there is no point in worrying about events that cannot be changed.

    Digits drum against a smooth surface, opposing ones brushing against nylon strings creating small audible tidbits of noise, nothing to be made of a song, no practice notes - just an absent minded movement. Jimin sits staring into space, guitar, of his own purchase, resting along his lap, held just like Jinyoung had taught him, only he’s paused in his playing. Across from him sits Jinyoung, who seems to be more observing than anything, his precious Lucille in his hands as well. The younger male had come over for a weekly lesson, something that was becoming more of a habit rather an obligation. 

    Admittedly he likes the way it sounds, the subtle strumming of strings as each chord was reviewed and learned over an over again. It’s a relaxing time, each note taking him to a different place, each newly learned song serving as an escape of sorts - he understood a little better now, why it is the elder enjoys playing so much. Jimin snaps out of his small daze, listening to what it is his hyung wanted to teach him for the day. Retrieving two capo from a bag that has been cast to the side, the elder male hands one to Jimin who takes it with a faint nod. An adjustment of capo along the neck would change the pitch just a bit higher, digits eagerly going into place, a pick taken from his side picked up. He’s yet to fully form the callouses along the tips of digits, fingers still a bit sensitive to the nylon, so, for now, a pick was more suitable.

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