#theoleeo

∙ ∙ ∙  night/star related ask meme ♡ 🌙 wanted, wanted! @theoleeo​!

☾ : Your muse crawls into bed with mine.

               ✨ night precipitates and there’s a small chance of taeyang being flooded with unrequited thoughts, swarmed and drowning with just how lost she’s been through everything that’s been happening lately. she should be happy---- she’s got a job she loves, regardless of it being contractual. it’s not like there isn’t signs of her owning the spot permanently anyways, as the compliments just keep flooding in. financial statements isn’t something she worries over either. she’s stable, and for the first time in her life, it’s something she’s proud of. really, really proud of. so what exactly occupies the confines of the woman’s mind? 

she wishes she can explain it so easily. insecurities eat her alive, senseless until only bones can be heard creaking beneath ribs that are out flared and fatigued of breathing. she’s enveloped with crumbling chaos, eyes glistening with contorted dreams yet she’s kept it locked up so good, so well. the golden girl, the rising star. she’ll light up your morning, brighten up your evening, woo taeyang. she wishes she can dance along to the beat of the introduction hymn of her segment of the news, yet all the more she sets out her difference whenever it’s behind the curtains. she wishes she was someone special enough to be tended to and cared of, and seeked, and loved. is she?

night time crawls and her eyes remain open until she finally fishes the phone out to give her good friend a call. she feels strangely odd---- how unusual it might be to see the female so sad, to hear her sputter of how much of a mess she feels. 

“ you’re over exaggerating things, ” he tells her as she’s summoned to the bed, a hand bringing forth against the sheets to pat the spot next to him. “ come, sleep. it’ll make you feel loads better. “ 

sleep. a good night’s sleep, though she’s trying to find the good in it. she knows she won’t be able to sleep tonight, despite the warmth that his body radiates, the soft whispers of “ it’ll all be okay “. soothing, as per usual, but it doesn’t come out just as right when she hears it elsewhere and that’s exactly what she’s looking for. but she’s learned---- dug her way back out from hell. homes are not made in the warmth of other’s arms, her mother had told her sternly on a fated day perhaps a year back.  

and she’s right. 

                                                                                                                                        "Hey uh-- That's my bag.."

“oh?” theo handed the bag over as he had picked it up from the floor, it was with a smile he did it. “my bad, thought it was mine but I believe the one behind you might be mine.. heh.”

+ meme. accepting.

+ meme. still accepting.

“what do you mean by that!? oppa please..”