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the name's dae and im ghei. :------------------)

and i love tumblr user yishixn c----:

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Daehyun was happy to see the genuine happiness shown by his features and warm smile, he took his time to take in the way his eyes curved and his gaze softened. It felt nice, it felt complete—from now on, he'd be with someone so important, and things felt right. He didn't express that too much though, because the other's following question had him hesitating. Daehyun was absolutely useless when it came to cooking and the kitchen, for all he knew, his existence in the kitchen could turn into a danger hazard. He blinked up at the taller male, lips pursed and his head shook lightly. "You should know that I can't cook, even instant noodles is a challenge for me." 

He allowed himself to be dragged into the kitchen, and his eyes wandered around aimlessly, taking a moment to admire the clean design of the kitchen interior. It was safe to say he liked it, the colours were simple and decorations were made just to the spot. He turned to other, giving him a look, "I'd prefer not to spend my time in a kitchen, but it's a nice design." Not bothering to really substituting the adjective 'nice' with anything else, he expressed his liking for the kitchen in a quite simple way. He had a love-hate relationship with the kitchen, honestly. He was definitely someone who's constantly attracted to food, but his lack of skill in cooking didn't exactly come in handy when it came to feeding himself. 

He trotted over to the male, peering over his tall frame and into the fridge that he had opened. The fridge wasn't empty, but wasn't packed either. There were small products and packs scattered along the fridge doors and larger drinks and fresh foods in the fridge drawers. Now that he thought of it, he wasn't certain about the other's cooking skills, and whether he had a hand in the kitchen, or if he was like himself. He curiously glanced at his side profile for a brief moment before speaking after the other's murmuring and rambling had ended. "I don't mind what we eat, but can you cook though?"

〖Together 〗» Jongsuk & Daehyun ;

He can hear it, he can hear the tiny droplets of water, touching the glass as it raced down the windowsill; he has heard the thunder roared but his smile did not faltered, surprisingly, it was one of the days where the weather did not go in sync with his mood, the sky was crying but he beg to differ, he felt ecstatic. His house was never a home for him, a shelter, yes, but a home? How does one find a home rather than a shelter? When all his life, he has been living in solitude, he has nothing and no one to call home. He once thought to himself; what makes a home, home?

He waited for the younger male to settle down his things to his new room. He has heard his footsteps but he did not bother to tilt his head and look at the young one, instead he hums quietly to himself, his index finger trailing down the glass; upon seeing the other male’s blurred reflection on the window in front of him, his faint smile grew into a wider—more genuine one, hearing the other’s word made him feel tranquil somehow, it made him feel something he has never felt before, and at that time, he knew that the house might not be his home but Daehyun—him alone was Jongsuk’s home. He nods in agreement while turning around to face the younger man before him, his eyes formed into a shape similar to the moon in its crescent form. “And I, likewise. I have someone to call home—now, we need to celebrate this.” 

Jongsuk seemed different, there were no trace of anguish on his features, he was genuinely happy, it was evident not just in his features but in his actions as well. “Do you know how to cook those Black Bean Noodles or should I just bake something for us or perhaps a pasta—” The male kept blabbering about the food they were about to make (or they’ll probably end up ordering a chinese food) whilst dragging the younger one with him inside the white, simple but modern looking kitchen; he peered over at the latter, waiting for a reaction. “Do you like the kitchen? Since you’ll probably here all day long if you don’t have a job to keep you busy, heh.” He teased, his tongue playfully poking out before he went and rummaged the fridge for some food to cook and or eat.

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The other's answer was surprisingly simple and Daehyun just nods, "Something to do?" He pauses momentarily to press his lips together as a developed habit of his and continues, "What did you want to do?" If the other had anything in mind to occupy themselves with, then he guess it wouldn't hurt to hear it. He blinks up to meet eyes with him, his gaze evident that he was awaiting a reply. 

"Well that’s a good start I suppose." He reaches back to rub at the nape of his neck, a sudden wave of embarrassment coming over him as he realizes his words would sound very odd to anyone actually. "I was hoping for a similarity so hopefully we could find something to do." With pursed lips, he nods; his eyes glacing around at the surroundings before the pair.

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There was a moment of silence after his question left the tip of his tongue, he'd thought that maybe he wouldn't get an answer. It was still their first meeting, and perhaps he shouldn't really have expected an answer. It was a period of pause before the other's quietly hushed voice could be heard, and Daehyun glanced at him, curious stare awaiting his next words. So he'd said he was a wanderer, which was surprisingly similar to Daehyun himself. He roamed often, usually not in any particular fixed places which he'd be able to be found, only those who knew him well enough could locate him. 

Maybe the other's answer had changed some things, perhaps Daehyun didn't really feel the need to distance himself anymore, it was funny how it occurred to him that his impression of someone could change in seconds. He'd like to ask him—possibly about his wanderings, how would he describe wandering. He was curious, and undeniably more intrigued by the blonde male who stood before him, who had evidently caught his attention. 

The light-toned voice cleared the silence again, and this time, Daehyun's eyes flitted up to meet with the sudden closing in of the male. He properly caught his words though, and it wasn't as if he could make sense of the other's point. Perhaps he meant physical similarities—but the mention of aura had just stirred more thoughts in his mind. He didn't dwell on the statement for much longer, and instead just glanced right back at him, not quite noticing the distance between them two that's just about close enough for Daehyun to hear the male's breathing. He looks into the orbs that stare back at him, lazy gaze scanning the other's features up close. "I haven't met you before. You're different—who are you?" His question had clearly referred nothing to the latter's name, but had the intention of questioning who he actually was, or perhaps what he was.

Familiarity || Daehyun & Youngjae

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"There could be exceptions that I don't yet know of." He found the other's statement quite strange and he paused for a second—it almost made him sound like an immortal being. He shifted his lean on the wall and dug his fingers deeper into his pockets, "I don't hate you, and you're a human." Simple words and short syllables was his answer and his gaze caught onto his for a brief second, "What did you hope for? There could possibly be a similarity, we just don't know yet."

"No loud places at all?" His head angles slightly to the right as he quirks the opposing eyebrow, voice leveled with amusement, "Could you secretly be one of those people who hate humans as well?" Youngjae's words come out as a joke, a chuckle following soon after, "Not as many similarities as I would have hoped."

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I am not the first person you loved. You are not the first person I looked at with a mouthful of forevers. We have both known loss like the sharp edges of a knife. We have both lived with lips more scar tissue than skin. Our love came unannounced in the middle of the night. Our love came when we’d given up on asking love to come. I think that has to be part of its miracle. This is how we heal. I will kiss you like forgiveness. You will hold me like I’m hope. Our arms will bandage and we will press promises between us like flowers in a book. I will write sonnets to the salt of sweat on your skin. I will write novels to the scar of your nose. I will write a dictionary of all the words I have used trying to describe the way it feels to have finally, finally found you. And I will not be afraid of your scars. I know sometimes it’s still hard to let me see you in all your cracked perfection, but please know: whether it’s the days you burn more brilliant than the sun or the nights you collapse into my lap your body broken into a thousand questions, you are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. I will love you when you are a still day. I will love you when you are a hurricane.

Clementine von Radics, Mouthful of Forevers (via waydowntown)

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