#sangsorrow

listen i had a vision

shitty, shitty drawings. | ACCEPTING // @sangsorrow

// i fear ivan doesn't fully reciprocate lu guang's surprisingly good results 😔

"... And yet I allowed myself to be dragged on a date with you," he says neutrally. He's not mad about it. He's actually not even sure what to feel about it. At least Ivan has treated him kindly thus far, not to mention seems to have spent a ridiculous amount on dinners that make Lu Guang's stomach turn in both utter gluttony and guilt.

A sigh. He puts down the card. Considers Ivan at length. "Why is the 'proactive' box half marked, anyway? You've not been that passive with me."

  𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐌𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓  𝐒𝐔𝐀’𝐒  𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒  𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐃  𝐎𝐍  𝐇𝐈𝐌,   her  stomach  dropped.  There  he   stood,  stuffed  into  her  favorite  blouseㅤ—ㅤone  she’d  gone  out  of  her  way  to  keep  pristine.  It  was  clinging  for  dear  life  across  his  broad  shoulders,  seams  pulled  taut,  the  frills  stretched   and  would  tear  if  he  breathed.  Her  voice  came  out  high  and  thin,  almost  a  squeak. 

❝ㅤivan  -ㅤ  That’s  my  favorite  blouse!  Do  you  have  any  idea  how  hard  it  was  to  find  something  this  cute  ?  plus  mizi  helped  pick  this  out  !!    ❞   She  could  already  hear  the  stitches  straining.  ㅤ

❝    if  you  stretch  it  out,  it’ll  never  fit  me  the  same  againㅤ—ㅤ  You’re  going  to  ruin  itㅤ withㅤ your  behemoth  figure!  If  even  one  thread  tears,  so  help  me  godㅤ-  I’m  raiding  your  closet  and  I’m  never  giving  anything  back.  especially  that  one  hoodie  i  really  liked.  ❞  She  let  out  an  exaggerated  huff.   Her  voice  tilted  higher,  almost  petulant.   was  she  being  dramatic…?  probably  -

" Hey, Ivan! Do you have a second? " a jubilant voice matches it's bubblegum person as Mizi snags Ivan's sleeve, tugging him, a little childish in what is a common role for her, ever-charming, and anyway, it's better to grab them before they run, usually. Not like he will, anyway. — Or, Mizi doesn't think he will. Galvanic eyes glimmer up at him, mischief hidden in the curve of her lashes, always something hidden.

The concert itself was amazing, but he hadn't bought a ticket just because of the music. No, no. It was because of Ivan. Was that weird? He couldn't help but wonder if he was just an obsessive fanboy. Well, he was a fan, there was no denying it. It's just that. . . there was something about the way Ivan carried himself on stage that made Karlyle feel like there was something more to him behind that voice. Ivan was magnetic, obviously. Anyone with eyes could see that. Karlyle just took notice of the less obvious parts of him ⸻ a brief glance toward the side when he was on stage, or the way his fingers lingered on the microphone stand after certain songs before he slipped back into that effortless magnetism.

Maybe that was the embarrassing part. Because Karlyle, stupidly enough, thought to himself that he might have seen something. And now, standing backstage with the highest-tier V.I.P pass hanging around his neck, he felt ridiculous for it. It made him far more nervous than he had expected, slipping a cigarette between his lips before lighting it with slightly unsteady fingers, thinking that taking one sharp inhale of nicotine would make all of this feel a little less overwhelming. It didn't. But at least it did give his hands something to do. One of the guests coughed dramatically while another just wrinkled her nose in disgust. He looked up toward a sign atop his head ⸻ no smoking zone. He couldn't help but scoff. " Oh, piss off. " He muttered under his breath, the cigarette hanging at the corner of his mouth. " No smoking zone my ass- " His head turned.

Oh.

Oh, okay. Yeah. Of course Ivan showed up at the exact moment Karlyle decided to run his mouth. He nearly inhaled the entire cigarette, which almost sent him into a coughing fit, pressing himself against the wall in hopes it might swallow him and save him from this embarrassing situation. No such luck, unfortunately. " Uh- " What was he supposed to say? He awkwardly shifted in place. " Sorry — I mean, no' about the sign. The sign can go straight tae hell. I'm sorry about the. . . first impression. " He inwardly cringed.

" Co-concert was brilliant, by the way. I know everybody says that, and ye're probably sick of hearin' it, but I mean it. " He paused, taking a long drag of his cigarette. " I think my favorite part wasnae even one of the songs. " Okay, hold on. Maybe he shouldn't have said that. And yet, his mouth kept running. " Ye looked happier during the wee bits between them— " Another drag, his expression twisting with embarrassment. " Which sounds incredibly creepy now that I've said it oot loud, so. . . ignore that maybe. " He softly, yet incredulously laughed. " God, I'm really makin' a strong case fer security escortin' me oot, am I no'? "