#rvpture

Birthdays are often prepared and anticipated but for someonewho’s too busy, like Jaehyun, who thinks that there’s nothing more importantthan getting his job done, he would forget. Like for instance, this day—the firstgreeter was, as always, is Taeyong, and next were people whom he never thoughtwould remember so much about him than he anticipated, and then, comes the messagethat obviously came as a surprise for him, especially for someone who wastrying to avoid such distractions. This time, though, he couldn’t, becauseJaehyun awfully knew whose number just appeared on his phone, despite thinkingthat the owner actually disappeared for quite some tme.

Hanjae.

Immediately, he reached for his phone to swipe the lock withhis thumb and to read the message. It was somewhat bittersweet, he wasn’treally sure how to feel but this was something that he really had a doubt with,probably because Hanjae is a type of person who goes in and out of someone’slife, much like him, and their similarities are too much, which is alsosomething to be disturbed of. Nevertheless, he lets his fingers dive intotyping slurred words to reply his message with. Hopefully it would convey his gratitude.

“Is this how you say you miss me after a week of not being able to see each other? I will be honest, my friend, it isn’t entirely effective. What should this make me feel again?” The joke that erupted between the two is only to and to possibly teach them which are their property and which are those people who they shouldn’t touch. In Hanjae’s expression and the way Jaehyun knew how possessive his friend could be, he really shouldn’t provoke him in doing anything but to take care of the woman that was the topic of the subtle argument; Chahee. 

Text From Last Night - Part 2 [ @rvpture ]

he swallows back his spit instead of sending it towards nero, locking tongue with teeth. the spiral of his back twists in some way, when he unfolds himself from the ground, all limbs and white skin. arching his neck, head pointed to the textile grey of a looming ceiling. the world becomes still in his hands, painted black in the lines of his palms. then he squeezes his fists and it’s like he can breathe. nero knows how to make him uncertain, knows the way to his bones. jungkook can’t say he’s smart, but he’s clever. perceptive. twists words around his mouth like verses, plays into the red shame of jungkook’s embarrassment. he glances around, at the neon-colored bodies writhing in pulsing life, sees only a few look his way. a group of teens with too many tattoos. he looks away quick, shrugging at nero.

“yeah well. maybe you shouldn’t have tried to touch me. ‘cos you should know by now I don’t like your hands anywhere ‘round my person.” he looks at the broken vase, thinks it’s probably expensive. despite no guilt rolling around, he can feel the shake of anxiety in his clenched jaw and bouncing leg. now he could say he doesn’t care, but this is a party of a friend, a brother, and if someone knew he broke something he’d be fucked. and his friend too, by consequence and association. with an ache in his hip and a bit of a hobble to his step, he moves back, jerking his head in some random direction. somewhere not here.

101 fluffy prompts | accepting

The woman had never danced before, ever. Dancing was something she wasn’t too fond of, plus she had self doubt about it; she wasn’t really good a dancing, well, in her eyes. But with her eyes meeting his own she felt a unusual feeling of warmth spreading within her chest. His voice was inviting, his smile was reassuring, and from the way he looked at her she didn’t want to miss this chance. 

“Why.. yes. Yes, I’d love to dance with you.”

she’s focused on subject presented before her, oddly calm for an exam, but not surprising for she lost sleep last night to finish her studies. analyzing pictures was one of her favorite things to do, tip of her pen gliding easily against her paper, confidence heartfelt in constructive arguments. yes, she was definitely going for high score. 

she’s not stressed when her teacher passes by to check for cheating attempts. she’s never once tried to rely on her notes, when her head was stuffed with plenty of helpful information. besides, it would bruise her ego. her hands do get clammy however, when her phone vibrates powerfully at the end of her desk where she’d placed it, eyes shifted in recognition of his names, quick to lose her ideas with an unspoken curse. god, she utters to herself when her teacher approaches with heavy steps, convinced she might be getting help from an outside source, but she’s quicker than that, grabs her device and switches to a message received from her brother not long ago, hoping -- praying, he won’t try to pry in further. her teeth pull at the inside of her cheek, well aware of countless pair of eyes on her as she’s being verified, and eventually declared innocent, leaving her to breathe and gather her ideas together.

( &.ORIGIN, accepting! @rvpture )

It had been a mindless action to grab the taller man’s hand in order to force him to walk faster. Chanhyun hardly knew what she was doing–after all, she’s always been rather shy (never really the type to casually touch people); she just knew where she was taking him. However, his voice breaking the near-silence of their footsteps (his somewhat gentle and her heeled shoes clicking) against concrete surprised her greatly.

“I like the way your hands fit in mine.”

Excuse me, what? Did she just hear that correctly? It’s a little bit of a slow reaction, but Chanhyun was quite known for her late reactions, regardless of her circumstances. She’s never heard anyone say that to her before and she hates that it’s so so easy to make her blush. Her cheeks turn red and she stammers in an attempt to speak.