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   she lets him touch and doesn’t move. eunmi figures he’s smart enough to know if he tugs too hard, she’s willing to catch his wrist and snap it. 

   it’s the reaction she expected, and realizing this makes her mentally scoff a laugh. her eyes close and her fingers tap in a slow tempo atop her thigh. “ swallow that pride of yours and take the compliment, ” lids open. she bares her teeth in a smile at his comment. ahah, hilarious, this man.

   “ are you? ” her hand places on the back of his, removing it from her head, but keeping it. “ i spare myself the disappointment and look for a girlfriend instead. you, on the other hand... how’s that going for you? love? ” we’ve never had a reason to.

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disthant:

eunmi gets a shrug from him at most, languid and kept. could ask you the same thing, sits at the tip of his tongue, because… if he’d said it out loud at all?

it would mean something.

(but it does, you fool.)

who would he be to give in first?

“soft,” kiel answers under his breath. it’s for himself, accompanied with knitted eyebrows and his tongue in his cheek as he looks her over one time. a silent prayer runs through his head, something he’s not sure who he means it for.

it’d sound better against her skin, he decides. upon the back of her hand. a wanton truce.

his own skin’s prickly when his bottom lip quirks up against the other, a nod being the next motion he allows. c’mere, he means.

take this however you want is what’s implied.

   his reaction makes her think they’re not as different as she thought. reaction wise, she means. it’s then when she decides to halt the odd, unknown staring game. it’s decided; she doesn’t mouth anything back, but heads for the pedestrian crossing. her shoulders collide with the nameless. the day is exhausted, and so is she. 

   whoever was up there, tell her, why’s she trying so hard?

    that steadily firm pace of hers ends when she’s more than near him. wondering if he sill thought of her when she had been gone, eunmi runs a hand through his hair, then smiles. tender and strained. she wants to pull him for a hug (people do that on re-encounters, no?), but decides against it. maybe she’s done enough touching as for now. she’s missed him.

   ❛ how much fun did you have without me around? ❜ as a young soul, undying, she feels entitled to ask. ❛ ahah, i almost didn’t recognize you looking like this. ❜ partly, a lie.

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disthant:

“hello?” translates to i’m here when he’s clutching the phone close to his mouth, speakers on and the routine need to relax. it comes naturally when she’s around, a tentative indication of something he’s not entirely sure he’s needed until now.

did i ever?

( hello? )

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all of this exists in his head, a tentative grasp on the device in his pocket when he finds himself looking right at what he hadn’t needed to check his phone for at all.

he never gets to say hello for real when they lock eyes. never gets to pick up, thumb subconsciously sliding over the screen to reject the call.

you should beg for it.

yeah, i’m here.

   SO, it was him.

   to reiterate: violent and tender. eunmi maintains the eye contact; stares long, hard and invasive. there’s a sense of relief to still see him on the streets, but she doesn’t portray it outwardly. he looks different. he looks good. 

   her phone lowers finally when she mouths, what’s with you, with no expectation of him really understanding and, ultimately, leaving if he so wanted. to whatever he thought and is thinking, she decides to play it wary, keep herself back on the wall, rather than sinking on the masses.

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u jus materialized on my dash like thati 'm shookened

and to make this extra freaky i was three seconds away from sending you an ask holy fuck 

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   finding peace of mind is ridiculously in vain, these days. these years, when you live like this. she’s reminded of it in the ambiguous and brusque sidewalks of a main street. here she is, an overwhelming presence, violent and tender, pressing her back on the cement and pulling out her phone. her eyes don’t leave him on the opposite side of the street for a good second or two, then taps on his contact name, bringing the screen to her ear. pick up pick up pick up. // @disthant

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I do not love men: I love what devours them.

André Gide, Prometheus Illbound (via altraviolence)

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baek in ho in this look tho

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heads up.

uh i don’t like making posts like these but. moving on. i’m on semi-hiatus!! it was pretty obvious since i’ve barely been here, but i just wanted to make a little note on my blog. i’d explain in length why my already scarce replies are almost non-existent, but there’s not really much to it, i’m just sick and tired and inspiration comes or goes!! i’m not like abandoning this blog or anything just not being like 24/7 active in case anyone thought i was in a full-on hiatus kaskfjf ok that’s all ty for reading 🌙

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ungodlygifts:

✿.  ┊              The dragon felt the hairs at the back of her neck stand up on end, and as discreetly as she could, looked around. Then, she saw him. It felt foolish for a creature like her to be so afraid, but there wasn’t much she can do about it. Sure, she can get rid of him, but then she risked exposing to the world what she really was, and then what? Her career as a model will be over. Her peaceful life here will be done for. And she’d lose her chances to become a true dragon.

               “He’s,” she begins, voice low, “isn’t even supposed to be within 50 feet of me,” she spits out with a small wince. 

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   see, she’s encountered situations like these. some stubborn men out there just won’t stop at the first warning, and eunmi’s been hired one too many times for it. her sight moves from him, to her, then shifts closer to the table, a voice silently firm, classic of her.

   ❛ mm. listen, i don’t know much about it but. i’m a bodyguard. you could give me a call if something gets too out of hand, yeah? ❜ 

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   if we’re talking about patience, woojin’s borderline hard to piss off, but when it happens, he doesn’t bother to hold his tongue. a man has to eat. with that, his eyes are set down on kiel; not in the bullshit, ‘assert dominance’ way, but the face to face conversation type of stare.

   ❛ here’s the deal; i’ll kill her. god knows where she’ll end up. doesn’t matter. what does is that you won’t have to keep me hired for longer. that, or fire me. ❜   

here, with @exhibitsilk.

for occasions like this, kiel often reconsiders the definition of patience. because if it’s what he’s supposed to still possess for this man by now —

hell, he doesn’t know what to make of it if the guy’s finally here. it’s already enough of a miracle he’s expected to pay for his services to begin with, another that they’re friends and that that doesn’t make much of a difference for anything. 

clearly.

“you said that last time.”

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    ❛ i stopped for something, ❜ she mirrors a smile on herself, bringing the bag up; wine, of course.  ❛ did i keep you waiting for long? street’s were so full, ❜ eunmi speaks whilst shrugging off the coat off her shoulders, setting the bag down in the process.  ❛ thought you’d be busy tonight too? ❜

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             the blonde’s lips stretch into a small smile as she spots the other, rushing up to meet them. it had been one of the few times where FAZE finished practice early for the night  &  were free to do what they wanted. of course k was quick to invite them over.  ❝  i’m so glad you made it  !  i was starting to think you weren’t going to show  !  ❞

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softlykills:

barking out a laugh, he slyly gazes back towards the stranger before giving a fond smirk at the male in front of him. “buddy — if you wanted to eat you should have agreed when i offered some takeout before we left.”, harry chides before continuing on talking. “but i mean, the options aren’t limited — you can eat me.”, he jokes as he sticks out his tongue through his teeth in a playful manner.

    ❛ good point, but listen, i wasn’t hungry by then, ❜ he complains in a subtle manner, bottom lip slightly more prominent. and then—he wants him to what? ❛ that’s very generous of you, i’ll keep that in mind, thanks for helping a guy out, ❜ in other words, it’s woojin jesting back, chuckle and all. ❛ i’ve got to be wine and dined first, though. ❜

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disthant:

“you’re not that small,” he jokes, though in a sense it’s not actually one anyway. while a bit peculiar to leave the utmost thing that keeps you warm in this sort of weather, kiel allows her to retrieve it without much question, curiosity piqued at the mention of something for him. more wine, maybe. then again, that’s not so small. or spirits. that looks like it could fit in her bag.

   it doesn’t take long to get the imply, and there’s a playful nudge to his shoulder when she does. ❛ right? ❜ even some people close to her find hard to tell when she’s sarcastic or not, and it was about time she met someone the same.  ❛ as i said, ❜ her bag’s set on the table for her shoulders to be free when she puts her coat back on.  ❛ it’s small. tiny. but it’s the intention that counts, no? ❜ eunmi’s right hand reaches for his own, and with the left, pulls out a wooden plectrum and sets it on his palm. woojin’s old one, but it wasn’t important to mention. at least not to her.

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Stay

Hanoi, Vietnam - 2014

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lee sung kyung for laneige

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❝ ‘cause i’m motherfuckin’ good. ❞

meme // closed.

   her lips don’t part for a solid second, tongue pressed on cheek and eyes with a cat-esque flicker whilst they moved from his hands to his visage; that’s a big claim right there, one she had the privilege of making if she wanted, but there was something about just speaking that gave her sense of unfinished business— see to believe, or so eunmi’s heard that’s what got people to trusting something.

   they’re right. 

   ❛ when will you show me though? ❜ there’s a smile on her, more or less, as her fidgeting stopped. ❛ prove it. your aim, i want to see your aim. you’re setting high expectations if you’re claiming to be so motherfucking good, hoseok! ❜