#taevinyl

[ FILL MY ASK WHILE I DO THINGS ]

‘♪’ and I’ll put my playlist on shuffle to tell you our song.

LUNA SEA – ROSIER

        輝く事さえ忘れた街は ネオンの洪水          夢遊病の群れ          腐った野望の吹き溜まりの中          見上げた夜空を切り刻んでいたビル          夢のない この世界

;;sendmestuff;;    ↳   ‘✉’ for an unsent letter from my character to yours.

Dear Jer ( Clark Kent ) , 

    I think I may have left the oven on but that’s irrelevant for right now. What does it feel like, I mean, being what you are - not that it’s a bad thing. I wonder, do you feel strong? More confident? I’m sure, there aretimes you do. Such thoughts cause me to become a bit envious. I wish I could be strong as well, not only physically but mentally as well. Youseem to have a lot figured out, carefree in my eyes, but also one to be rather serious. We haven’t known each other very long, in fact it’s beena short time span, but I feel as if I could tell you anything, perhaps confidein you more than I do with others. You’re easy to talk to, easy to be aroundI don’t feel nervous, or unsettled around you, even with knowing all that youhave told me. I just feel…..right? I sound foolish, don’t I ? I want to know moreabout you, learn more than you’ve told me. Is that possible, can I ask you some-thing personal? Does it ever hurt? I’m sure….people have called you a monster,pointed finger when they have four more pointing back at them. Do you get upset?You shouldn’t , you are amazing, far from normal, but you are you and that’s all thatmatters. Don’t let such talk ever get you down. You are superman, remember? Heh. Mister suave, with smooth words. You know,  I just wanted to write something personal about you, to you, maybe..I’ll let you read it one day, or  maybe I’ll shove it in a dark place never to be found until years later. 

We should get to know each other a bit more, should we not?

Lust:Something that I find attractive. I like when someone can act weird in front of me and tease me.

Greed:Something I can’t get enough of. Clothes.

“How long have you been standing there?”

Sehun inquires, eyes widening just slightly as he watches the male grip onto the umbrella in hand. The rain is relentless, despite the fact that it had been completely clear just hours ago; each drop bouncing off the material with a loud clatter. The last bus had just left for its final round near Seoul, but perhaps the stranger didn’t know that and had decided to just wait. 

The male simply turns in response, remaining completely silent before facing the same direction he had been in previous. 

Height-related {Sentence Starters}

Coffee. He needed coffee so bad since his stomach felt like it was about to literally eat itself from the lack of flesh. Taehyung did his best to conserve his energy and hold on to the last bit of sanity that clung onto the back of his mind. The customers in his shop were looking like fine meals for his teeth to sink into and having their blood run down his tongue. But no. He had to have self-control, Couple of minutes and he can hold on. Thankfully the shop was closing soon and the couple in his shop were already leaving when they picked up a Stevie Wonder classic vinyl. Quickly giving them their change and receipt, Taehyung held a grin on his face when they exited with such smiles How nice. 

Having the shop close early, his stomach was twisting again, this is what he gets for refusing to eat for a long periods of time. But fuck it. Inhaling a deep breath, Taehyung grabbed his book bag, and locked the shop up before walking down towards a local coffee shop that made strong enough bitter blonde coffee for him. 

The walk was short and there weren’t much people today which he thanked or then his patience was going to be the end of him to exposure. When the barista glanced at him, she knew already what he needed, and Taehyung was about to take a seat on his usual corner but noticed an unfamiliar face. It was rare, not much ‘humans’ came by. But this human, was strange. He looked like a real survivor, being a curious ghoul, his eyes were fixated at mathematics and strange symbols. 

Strong aroma of the coffee called to him, turning around the cashier called him by his name. “Nishiki, here.” Grunting in response, Taehyung grabbed his cup of coffee and took a sip, when he noticed there was a pause at this stranger’s expression, like as if he was stuck on something and sure enough he was stuck on a problem. Math wasn’t his think but he can tell it was like chemistry. Maybe a Chem Major? Who knew.

Taehyung grabbed the pen nonchalantly and fixed the problem that lead to the problem he grinned gently, glancing at the name at the upper right corner. ‘Yongguk’. Interesting.

Yongguk looked up at him with confusion at first then a fiery glare that sent a shiver down his spine. Very interesting. “You shouldn’t have done that.”

Humming softly, Taehyung shrugged his shoulders and took a sip of his coffee, leaving the shop with a mumble. “Maybe I shouldn’t Yongguk, but you should be thanking me.” He knew they would meet again. This person truly intrigued him. And probably pissed him off as well. Friendships can’t always be greeted with a hello, sometimes it takes different wrong approaches, in this case, very.

  Coffee. Its scent wafted about the store, filling each and every crevice with the warmest tints of brown. It would trickle through the porous blockades within his brain, opening all passages of thinking — of experimenting and of remembering. In almost every single store that he visited, this scent would merely penetrate the first layer before fading out and refilling with the less enticing scents of sugar, cakes and that suspicious tint of old milk.

All but one.

This store had the most accurate balance of accompaniment dishes and coffee. And in this very store, Yongguk would brew his thoughts, nurturing them and archiving them in the little time he spent about the area. He loved this little pocket of the city. As strange as it was, this store drew him back over and over again, despite the variants that existed throughout the lines.

The coffee always seemed to be made just to his liking.

Yongguk was there once again, his books and thoughts interlacing with the coffee about him. This time, he didn’t watch the city pass by, rather, he mused himself with incomplete theories. Quantum particles, chemistry and fractions of engineering battled upon the pages. Blue, black and red scrawls decorated the pages in the most awkward angles — twisted, distorted and squashed about the corners. They made sense.

Sort of.

This moment of growing understanding lasted till a hand came into his line of sight and picked up a pen. It reached towards the only white space left on the paper and added to his notes. Whatever that hand wrote made sense. However, it only made sense in this line. Yongguk flickered through his memories and huffed. It didn’t work in the other worlds. With this discovery, his eyebrows furrowed, confusion evident on his features. Why, of everything, would it not work?

“You shouldn’t have done that.”

They slipped his lips before he could do anything. Even before he could erase the somewhat frustrated comment, Yongguk’s thoughts were greeted by a reply. Thank him? Yongguk registers this just as the individual was leaving the store.

“What? Oh, right.”

Thank him. That was the courteous thing to do. And of course, Yongguk thanked him. He tipped his head in recognition, mumbling a soft thank you before glancing back at the numbers and indecipherable mess on his page. With a new conjunction of reds, blues and blacks, Yongguk saw another factor to the theory. It required a solu—

It worked.

In this new light, it worked. This time, Yongguk jolted from his seat, leaving his bill on the table and hastily gathering his books. This man had a head for these equations and Yongguk wanted to take a peek into his knowledge. It could have been anything, but whatever it was had brought a new light to a different mass of scientific confusion.

Who was he?

He pushed through the door of the café, muttering a quick thank you to the barrister. His eyes dart about the surrounding area, faces converging but never matching the one that had added to his theory.