#rydaehoon

@rydaehoon

she looks over at the garden on her estate, walking the path slowly as she takes in the day. “daehoon! come here!” her lips turn upwards into a smile as she waits for him, holding her hand out and motioning for him. “do you think the roses would be prettier here.” seyeon points to a patch of grass, then shifts to point to another one. “or here?”

it doesn’t matter, but opinions from him are always taken, and it seems like the days are too busy and too short, filled to the brim with public appearances and lessons and meetings, so much that any time with him was appreciated, no matter how fleeting. “i think i like this better, but apparently this particular species of roses likes partial shade and not direct sunlight? so i don’t know which would be better...”

seyeon shakes her head, realizing that maybe he wasn’t interested in her contemplation of flower positioning, so she smiles up at him, sunshine personified as a bubble of laughter escapes her lips. “this is probably boring, right? we can do something else if you want. there’s no one at home right now and i don’t have anything to do for the rest of the day!”

lost in thought → accepting

– ( headcanons )

Despite what Heosoo says and how he acts, he cared enough about Daehoon to give them a shot. To try. For brief moments, he thought it would work. There was the logic that they were enough alike that everything would simply fit together; two matching pieces that would click. But like every attempt before, there was the weight on his chest quicker than he realized; a difficulty breathing when he had to face Daehoon as something more than a person he could sleep with and walk away from. Commitment strangling out any affection he had until he was looking for something in someone else to escape from it. He rarely regrets break ups, but sometimes he still wonders if he didn’t try hard enough. The question of if Daehoon might have been the one person who could handle him still bothers him to this day.  

( headcanons // accepting )

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the night is only halfway gone and jaewon is already far more gone than he ought to be, even though he's not completely smashed yet. he wants to be though, but he keeps catching glares from heosoo at the other end of the dance floor, his eyes warning him to keep himself in check. he shouldn't party too hard at such a grand, magnanimous gathering, but then again, this is a ball for nuying-- and they both know the types of habits nuying indulges in.

surely she wouldn't begrudge him for being a little extra thirsty tonight, giving into some of his vices, even though his family is walking about somewhere. he can't let his father catch him with a flask in his hands though, so he makes his way out of the ballroom and into an adjacent hallway. he doesn't see anyone else there at first, opening up his kickstarter and downing a swig, until his eyes land on the figure of a guy leaning against the far wall.

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the oh so nice kids at her school took her umbrella... and her parents can’t pick her up.  thankfully she isn’t too far from her house. the bus got her close enough as usual, it was just walking the rest of the way was going to be a struggle. melody presses herself up against the wall of a building that has a roof, and she takes a deep breath. “okay let’s go!” a cheer as she gives herself a small fist pump, and a smile back into the pouring rain. today couldn’t get any worse.. it just couldn’t.. if she just.. held on a bit longer, she could make it home. the only sanctuary she knows anymore

melody runs and in melody like fashion she almost bumps into a person, seeing the rain seemed to just for a bit. “uh..” when she gets a good look at the person, she’s a bit dumbfounded.. if she didn’t know better he could totally be royalty. ( he was really really handsome.. not more handsome than the yang brothers, but he di has she ever seen him before? “i’m sorry!” she takes a step out from the umbrella and back into the rain bowing in the boy’s direction. chubby cheeks stained pink, “..if you don’t mind even if it’s just.. for a little.. while.. can i stand under your umbrella?” rain littering her body, and she smiles softly still regardless. hopefully she didn’t catch a cold or anything, he didn’t have to, he didn’t know her or anything. 

curious strangers → accepting