ddlarmn

[ddlarmn]

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FAVORITE THINGS:

season: summer colour: earthy colors, mostly green and brown fruit: apples, he's a firm believer of an apple a day keeps the doctors away (his mom tricked him to eating more fruits but it backfired because apples are the only thing he eats) ice cream flavor: cookie dough breakfast food: coffee, chocolate filled croissant alcoholic drink: the yamazaki, irish whiskey and cream and bacardi scent: eros by versace or on casual nights and strolls, light blue by dolce and gabbana flowers: primrose animal: dogs movie: thor ragnarok, t tv show: tom and jerry, l book: percy jackson series, hunger games, comic books fairy tale/myth: myth of sisyphus, monkey king genre of music: 2000s grunge music , korean pop genre of movies: action films and its superhero subgenre genre of books: comic books

HAVE THEY EVER:

ridden a motorcycle: yes stolen something: no eaten an entire pizza by themselves: yes broken a bone: yes fallen asleep during a concert or movie: yes, he sleeps in any art film because he can't understand it and deems it a waste of time walked out of a movie because it was so bad: he loves watching bad films, no dined & dashed: no held a gun: yes in practice range gone skinny dipping: yes cried during a movie: yes, avengers endgame smuggled food into a movie: no, he doesn't like eating while watching movies lied to get a job: no tried to see how many marshmallows they can stuff in their mouth at once: yes: 20 big ones and 35 small ones been kicked out of somewhere: yes, in incheon when he was almost passed out drunk with taesun. he threatened to buy the club and pretended he's bruce wayne been on a blind date: yes ghosted someone: only recently, yes bragged about something they haven’t done: yes only to fuck with siwoo said i love you without meaning it: no gotten in a fight: yes fallen asleep on a bus: yes, and the bus took him to new jersey

MISCELLANEOUS:

how do they take their tea or coffee: brewed coffee (preferably columbian) and with hazelnut creamer. he likes cold teas in summer what is their ideal date: teach the other person video games. and cook together what are some of their guilty pleasures: watching easter egg analysis on superhero films on youtube, turning the fan on in the middle of winter. first job: university tutor in mit, but no one wanted him to be their tutor because he will get side tracked and talk about superhero films instead can they cook: yes. when his mom was still alive, it was one of their favorite hobbies and he would tease his dad about washing the dishes afterwards (which all of them do, his dad washes while his mom wipes the dinnerware and ken puts it in respective cupboards; the memory which serves as his purpose of wanting to cook all the time. it reminds him of the simpler times) do they believe in the paranormal: only slightly since he hasn't experienced it but respects the ghosts that want to be a part of the living again. do they believe in love in first sight: no, he hates the idea. the subject of love is too complicated to be seen or felt in one glance. have any special talents: he can eat an entire ramen cup in under a minute even if it's scorching hot.

TAGGING: anyone who wants to do it!!

[ddlarmn]

Very well, I will marry you if you promise not to make me eat eggplant.

Gabriel García Márquez, Love in the Time of Cholera (via quotespile)

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“ i can stay, if you want. ” (for jiho)

Ken believes it’s been years since he last took a break. 

All he could ever muster nowadays is work – work – and more work. Is he turning into Siwoo? Fuck. He says loudly in his head as he remembers the paperwork needed for next week that he hasn’t even started yet. He quickly sits up from where he was laid, a soft groan is heard from his right side where a fluffy hair peeks out of the blanket to glare at him. 

Oh yeah, he did spend the night. He adds to his thoughts, he wasn’t sure how much alcohol they consumed last night but he believes because of the pain on top of his head that ‘how much’ is unnecessary and it’s a simple math – too much. 

“I have work to do. What are your plans today?” Ken asks, leaning back to the warm sheets as he peers through his pillow with a propped arm to stare at him. He wonders how they turned and came to like each other like this, he knows for sure how much Jiho hated his guts but as time passed, the two eventually realized how much they have in common. 

He assumes the relationship is simple. Ken is simply a happy-go-lucky man who would tread waters if the waves insists, and Jiho is simply riding the wave with him. 

Their short intimate moments are kept confined in this room. They forget everything happening outside, it was just them – the warmth of the sheets, and the comfortable weight on his shoulder once Jiho finds himself snuggling closer. 

“I can stay, if you want.” He hears a small, soft mumble. Ken finds himself scooting closer too, the paperwork forgotten in his head. He can take a break, it’s been a few days since he had done so, today could be a break. I can stay with you, too. He says in his head; their relationship is complicated as stone and ice, he isn’t willing to break off the perfectly imbalanced nature of their situation. He’ll just take what he can get.

“If you are, I think it’s time to say you smell and you need a shower.”

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“A friend recommended it, he told me I’m kind of like Mr. Darcy but a little less arrogant.” It was confusing, he would normally retaliate, his reply was more out of nervousness and sheer awkwardness. The sudden movement his friend did made him think of the way he felt a little earlier, the predicament is still unwavering but that’s all that it is, to him anyway – nothing but a predicament. “You’ve been working hard, you should probably rest first. I’ll try and find the book I’m looking for.”

However, by the time he knew what was going on, Yerin was already taking him to the counter - he jolted - the feeling of electricity traveling across his arm from where she tugged on his sleeve was unbearable. Ken stands by the counter, the touch still lingering and present even after how many times he rubs the sleeve of his shirt. 

Ken smiles at her, he wasn’t entirely sure why but the idea of her becoming a little trustful of him made him so. It was as if most of the awkward air was lost between them, and the distraction of her rushing her last customer stopped him from thinking more of what had happened.. What was that about? He asks himself, because he couldn’t imagine Yerin feeling the same way. It felt more one sided, knowing that Yerin couldn’t possibly feel what he felt as she made clear a few nights before – right? 

Being alone for a few minutes made him reminisce, for that brief moment that he was against the counter, waiting for her, he thought of the night when they almost kissed. He brings a hand up to his arm as if to keep the touch intact, it’s still a little tingly – the sensation unwavering. It was all too familiar. Why does he feel a sense of comfort around her, all they do is bicker. 

Ken sees a butterfly enter the opened window beside him, resting against one of the laid books on the table. He was about to touch it but instead, turns to her once she’s done dealing with her last customer, following her pursuit.

“I have a taste for something rich and flavorful, Italian sounds good to you?” He trails behind her, afraid of asking what’s gotten into her. The sunset swallows the bookstore out of sight, as they make their way to his car. He opens the door for her, his hand brushing against her skin again as he stops to bask in the confusing sensation of his unruly senses. 

His vivid imagination strikes again with an image of him kissing her forehead after he takes the seatbelt to wrap around her body and latch it against her side, and her giggle lively ringing in his ears like a routine. “Thank you, my prince.”

“B-buckle up.” He tells her, quickly leaning back to have her tend to herself after getting situated on the seat, closing the door after gathering himself to do so.

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Friends forgive, those words played on a torturous loop in her mind. Her soul constantly hurt due to the heartless world around her but the remains of love, hiding in the warm walls of her heart, could not completely vanish. Her hands held a book she never heard of. It brings her back to another time, not so far away, where Ken would laugh at her lack of interest in literature. The irony. 

A sudden migraine hit her, could he be responsible for the constant headaches? It did not seem rational to blame him, she reminded herself, human beings did not bring you that kind of pain. Through the glass window, stood the bringer of pain. Her friend. Waves of loyalty washed away their last encounter and she desperately tried to prove it to him. On some days, she confuses it with something different, something more. As if their bond travelled through time and space, in their wild universe. Still, a small hint of annoyance lingered through all that love. 

“Jane Austen? Really?” Although her hobbies did not lie between ink and pages, endless sentences bringing her to fall asleep in the blink of an eye, the book Ken searched for did ring a bell. With a shrug, she saw herself twirling in a dress, telling off an arrogant version of the tall man in front of her. The ache in her mind tickled her once again, as if her imagination felt too strong to bear. Suddenly, her legs felt weak and she had to hold the shelf next to her to keep some balance. Sounds of harps and violins ringing in her ears, she decided to hide it with a smile. 

Why did it feel so real? Did she imagine the same pain emanate from Ken? Probably. “Let’s forget about the book.” The one in her hands now forgotten with another stack, she tugged on his sleeve to bring him to the counter. A noticeable sensation burned the tip of her fingers, bringing her back to that forbidden moment a few nights ago. An “almost” that should be buried deep within the confines of her mind. 

“I’m hungry.” She added, ignoring the shock running through her veins where her skin had the unfortunate chance to brush against his. Keys shoved in her pocket, her rush distracted the last customer. The stranger couldn’t translate the lines between her brows, however, he felt the need to live as the pleasant atmosphere vanished when the lights disappeared in a swift movement. “We’re closed. Let’s leave, now.” Yerin wondered if her need to eat was an attempt to erase the odd feeling within her soul or if she truly wanted to spend time with her friend she could barely look at. 

The walk to the car answered her question quite clearly; it physically pained her to be around him. 

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The more you love me, the more I will ruin you. I will take my darkness and I will push it inside you.“

David Levithan (via seabois)

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“  what can i do to help?  ”

Guilt resided in Ken’s head for quite a while. If he were being honest, the past few days felt more of a blur aside from when Siwoo and his Thailand trip, to which he definitely had to focus on the other party’s needs than his own. 

More often than not, his personality has always been consistent. Consistently annoying, as some of his friends say, consistently careful and yet careless at the same time. The consistency of his action differs, obviously, to whom his company is; as Ken stops in front of the bookstore that he bought a few years back to keep himself grounded to a place where he could feel, at least, somewhat – safe, the feeling of guilt overpowers his fatigue. What happened that night that turned from an innocent gift giving encounter to a malicious fight between two friends will forever hold his thoughts in prison with the ideas that he could've done instead of trying to insist that there was something out of nothing.

The memories of what happened that eerie day set the guilt back in place. That day when Yerin confronted him about what happened that night. The clash of personalities between Yerin and Ken sets them apart, they weren’t exactly friends at first, he sees Yerin as more of an acquaintance while she busies herself with the Jeon brothers. Something came over him, a memory forcefully pushed in his thought – something that reminded him that she’s not just Yerin, but a completely different person, whom he’s once…still...yearning for.

“What can I do to help?” The musing brought him back to his senses, apparently, with the deliberate battle within his thoughts, he struts his way inside the shop. Ken isn’t sure nor knows how it happened but there he is, standing in front of a bookshelf, carefully tracing the hardcover books with the petite girl facing him in such annoyance. He stands by the classic section, where he sees the literature he read as a kid. I read books as a kid? The internal monologue starts again – what memory am I viewing -- remembering? This isn’t mine.

“Ah, well. I was wondering if you’re carrying a hardcover copy of Pride and Prejudice?” He asks, turning to Yerin. His lips curl to a small smile, unable to fully address what they are as friends seem to be long forgotten in the air between them, Ken knows right now they're trying to reevaluate what they actually have. There isn’t anything to think about, right? We’re really nothing. I’m not into her…sometimes I find her annoying as much as she finds me ridiculous. 

Ken feels a slight pain on the side of his head, a headache immersed from all of this thinking. A thought of a mansion, a sudden ball; everyone’s wearing funny clothing. What is this? Why are they all dancing? She is tolerable, but not handsome enough to tempt me, and I am in no humor at present to give consequence to young ladies who are slighted by other men. Ken closes his eyes for a brief moment, why is he imagining things? A tap on his shoulder brings him back to his own conscience once again. “Sorry, I haven’t had enough sleep and I’m hungry. What time does your shift end, let’s eat after?”

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softer prompts

“  i’m not going anywhere.  ” “  you make me feel safe.  ”   “  i think i might be in love with you.  ” “  i just like seeing you happy.  ” “  just let me take care of you.  ” “  you’re my family.  ” “  i can stay, if you want.  ” “  you make me feel alive.  ” “  you’re captivating.  ” “  i want you to know i’ll always be here for you. whatever you need.  ” “  you don’t have to tell me anything, we can just sit here.  ” “  i trust you. more than anyone else.  ” “  you have a beautiful soul.  ” “  i feel like i could watch you all day. everything you do has a touch of magic to it.  ” “  i hope i see you in my dreams.  ” “  do you trust me?  ” “  you don’t ever have to pretend. not with me. not ever.  ” “  i love you, every part of you. even the parts you don’t like.  ” “  you make everything a little easier.  ” “  will you just…hold me? please.  ” “  just tell me everything’s gonna be okay.  ” “  you’re enough. you’re more than enough.  ” “  you have my heart in your hands. be gentle with it.  ” “  i wanna be the one you go to. the first one you tell when there’s something good. the shoulder to cry on when it’s bad. and every mundane thing in between. i want to share it all with you.  ” “  i have faith in you.  ” “  i’ve never met anyone quite like you.  ” “  knowing you is like…coming home. like i’ve finally found something that’s been missing all this time.  ” “  every hard thing in my life feels worth it. it all led me to you.  ” “  i feel like i could endure anything as long as i have you to come home to.  ” “  i can tell something’s bothering you.  ” “  what can i do to help?  ” “  come on. let’s get out of here.  ” “  i’m taking you somewhere special.  ” “  where are you taking me?  ” “  i don’t need grand gestures or declarations of love. i just need you. all of you.  ” “  you make me feel like i’m worthy.  ” “  you deserve good things.  ” “  i want to be your home.  ” “  loving you is like something holy.  ” “  i made you something.  ” “  come back to bed.  ” “  stay the night with me.  ” “  are you sure you’re okay?  ” “   you wanna talk about it?  ” “  did you wanna tell me something?  ”  “  you’ll always have me.  ” “  i’m proud of you.  ”   “  i need you.  ” “  thank you. for always being there for me.  ” “  don’t ever let anyone make you doubt your worth.  ” “  i’m not leaving you. not ever.  ”   “  you have kind eyes.  ”   “  sleep, my love. i’ll keep the nightmares away.  ”   “  there’s so much light in you.  ” “  i want you here.  ”  

ACTIONS: 

❀ for a forehead kiss ✦ for our muses to hold hands ❉ for one muse to nap against the other ✱ for one muse to surprise the other ✸ for our muses to cuddle  ❄ for our muses to enjoy the first snow of winter  ♛ for my muse to teach yours something new ☂ for our muses to stargaze  ♡ for one muse to wake the other with breakfast in bed ♤ for a kiss on the palm ☁ for our muses to get caught in the rain without an umbrella ☀ for one muse to surprise the other with a home-cooked meal  ☾ for one muse to hug the other without explanation  ♞ for one muse to give the other a massage  ✞ for one muse to give the other flowers ✔ for one muse to caress the other’s face ✚ for our muses to shower/bathe together  ＄for one muse to catch the other staring lovingly 

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There are two types of people in the world: those who prefer to be sad among others, and those who prefer to be sad alone.

Nicole Krauss, The History of Love (via larmoyante)