Nov 24, 2016
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↳ MSG ⇢ MINJAE • hey minjae • i’m bored, are you busy??? • if you are, give me an idea of where to go • please... >_>
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starter for ••• @sedvisant
↳ MSG ⇢ MINJAE • hey minjae • i’m bored, are you busy??? • if you are, give me an idea of where to go • please... >_>
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MINJAE HAS MOVED OUT OF THE BUILDING
@sedvisant has terminated their lease to Apartment #648.
“i’m just tired, you know? i’m just fucking tired.”
MOVIE SENTENCE STARTER
STATUS → ACCEPTING
The rarest of times were when Minjae and Jumi both had a night off to spend together. Time spent together usually consisted of 3 AM pizza and American show rendezvous after Minjae had let himself into her apartment with the spare key she gave him the moment she had gotten her own apartment. Another time was when they were doing homework or projects when the both of them managed to snag a class or two together. Instead it was a Saturday night, opting for sitting inside of her apartment drinking, talking about how much different everyone else’s lives were from the ones they spent behind closed doors.
Jumi was warm and her lips tingled and her fingers felt twitchy, but she wasn't nearly drunk enough to be going on about the topic they had recently settled on. 'I'm just tired, you know? I'm just fucking tired.' She knew. Jumi didn't want to know exactly what he was referring to, but she did. She stretched backwards, lifting her arms over her head as she settled farther into the couch. Her rib cage rose and fell steadily, the delicate skin just barely showing through her borrowed white shirt that bunched up around her hips. Some rational part of her brain was still holding on, forcing her to instantly bubble up regret. Regret that this was her life, and more importantly that she had made it his, too.
"I know, JaeJae. I'm sorry I dragged you into this mess in the first place." Jumi breathed out, her voice sounding scratchier and less clear than she remembered it being. "I never wanted this life for you, you know? You had such a bright future ahead of you. Fuck, you still do. I just-- this? You don't need this. You should be getting paid for that fucking brain of yours, not for fucking other peoples brains out."
The lump in her throat that she had to swallow was almost embarrassing. She was definitely having word vomit right now, blaming the bottle of soju that she brought back to her lips for the umpteenth time. The rush of blood in her ears, the wooziness of finally being drunk enough to break down the filter she had learned to keep up at a young age almost made her cringe. Jumi never bothered to voice her opinions on the subject, knowing it was touchy for the both of them. Yet here she was engulfed by guilt and pain for the boy sitting next to her. He wasn't blood, but even if they were she knew that their bond ran much stronger than shared DNA. He was her lifeline, and she'd be damned if she brought him down with her.
“Could I sit here? All the other tables are full.”
⋆ ☆ . * ⋅ ☆ ♪ meme for @sedvisant ➻ accepting!
in complete silence she simply STARES at him, glass lifted up with slender fingers to eventually take a sip. she continues to drink until a few seconds have passed, the glass finds its way back onto the table and reiko lets out an ‘ah’ sound, just how you do when you haven’t been drinking much the whole day and thought your throat will eventually become so dry you’ll D I E. now, even without drinking anything she stares. she just stares, no reply whatsoever. reiko is currently thinking about something good to say, possibly something sarcastic – or maybe something witty. after all this situation calls for it. but nothing, I repeat, NOTHING comes to mind, so the small female snorts, curling her red tinted lips into a cheeky grin, starting to slowly shake her head. ❝ you can’t. ❞, says reiko with a sarcastic undertone in her sweet voice. it’s then that she does something we’d refer to as ‘facepalm’. ❝ Minjae oppa, I have no idea what you’re trying to do, nor why you’re asking me if you can sit at your OWN table. you also don’t actually have that many tables to choose from. what are the other tables full with? is dust blocking the poor table? ❞ her eyebrow raises, now resting her chin on her balled fist. certainly, she knew he had his weird moments, but what exactly that was supposed to be she did not know. not at all. it didn’t make sense to her, but– let him be. ❝ anyway, yes, please feel free to sit at your table, in your apartment. ❞
MINJAE IS NOW ON HIATUS
@sedvisant is not at his apartment; until 07/13.
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i want all the texts. :p
STATUS: CLOSED ; @sedvisantTEXTING MEME
Send “✆” for a MORNING text.
kkt ➤ 민민
➤ good morning ! rise and shine ! show the world your beautiful smile !➤ and get yo ass over here and make me breakfast -_---
sedvisant:
“Do you want to stay the night?”
There was concern masking Minjae’s features. He had his elbow leaning against the door frame as he looked down at the younger. There was no certainty as to why Jungkook had shown up at his door in the first place. The two hardly every spoke aside from a few text messages here and there. But there was a vibe coming from him that worried the blonde. His lips were twisting to find the words he wanted to say or what he could do to really help. Not like he could really turn him away with whatever matter he was bringing, so he decided to just shelter the kid. “You can come in and talk if that’s what ya need.”
he had followed an unconscious path, designed from the framework of his memory and of the familiarity that felt like a second skin. and now, he here he is, standing in front of minjae’s home with nothing to say. a weak pull at the band-aid on his thumb. the skin beneath is still sore, red, blood rust on the pad. a silence overwhelms him. he’s too terrified to step over it. in his throat there is a worry that plagues him, walks with him, makes him shiver in the midst of a summer night. his brother had not returned for the past few weeks, neither did he pick up any of his calls. nobody knows anything.
“really?” he wheezes, coughing into his palm. paranoia is taxing, a waste of time. “uh, thanks. thank you.” the words fall heavy, makes him squeeze fists. “yeah, sure, okay. sounds good. yeah.”
❬ @sedvisant ❭
“We should! Ya know, I’ve always wanted to do those weird and crazy challenges. Ya know like the ‘what’s in my mouth’ challenge or like tasting tasting weird foods. That sounds fun, right?”
‘Oh, I’ve been wanting to try that too, it seems like a lot of fun but also like it could break up friendships.’ she agreed with a chuckle following. ‘You’d trust me enough to play that with me because who knows, I may just end up feeding you spiders or dust piles I’ve picked up from the ground.’