[ ▸▸ ] – “Your optimism is commendable,” the younger spoke, words slipping into absence as his hands worked bandages along the boy’s wrist in an expert manner; he’d done this one too many times upon one too many individuals. “But that doesn’t mean I approve of your sudden burst of recklessness– hyung, I get worried…”
Want to know what I think of you? I think you are the most purest soul I have ever met, and I love to see you around. You don't log in much anymore but when you do, I suddenly feel happier than before. You are like magic, and without you in this world I would feel empty. Please visit often, Kookie-ah I miss you..
Go on ANON and tell me what you think of me. I do not want to know who it is, at all. Don’t tell me who it is, don’t give me hints, don’t say your screen name. Tell me exactly what you think of me. Don’t sugarcoat things.Don’t lie. If you hate me, tell me why. Tell me what I’m doing wrong. If you like me, tell me why. Tell me exactly what you think of me.
( Status: Accepting ! )
[ ▸▸ ] – Allowing himself a subtle inhale, Jungkook refused to lift his gaze, the smallest hint of a frown etching across his lips upon the words written intangibly between the pair; sinking a canine against the edge of his tongue, his words finally arose from beneath an unexplained lump keeping his statements thickly at bay. “I’m– sorry,” the boy spoke in a breath, fingertips pressing absently into his palms. “I didn’t– it wasn’t the best decision to disappear, the way I did.”
Lips pressed into a thin line, he shifted slightly in stance, “I’ll do my best to return as often as I can, I swear.”
Character A is a time traveler, but an unconventional one. Whenever they die in one timeline, they go back 24 hours before the accident with a new scar/tattoo/memory/etc. to show what they died of.
Go on ANON and tell me what you think of me. I do not want to know who it is, at all. Don’t tell me who it is, don’t give me hints, don’t say your screen name. Tell me exactly what you think of me. Don’t sugarcoat things. Don’t lie. If you hate me, tell me why. Tell me what I’m doing wrong. If you like me, tell me why. Tell me exactly what you think of me.
[ ▸▸ ] – With an expression resembling excitement in its finest state, a pair of hazel irises raised with his gaze, peering into the mirror opposing the young male, fits of content pulling into his features, younger emotions mixing inevitably with his intentions; none of which were impure of course, for in a sense, Jungkook was still filled with blatant happiness, ready to pull this second date into play with nothing but eagerness tangling to an odd precision as it came to what he wanted to see most-- a smile. His favourite smile, rather. His heart had begun to swell with pride as his memories followed loosely to the lead of the rhythm, allowing the boy to think back to when he’d asked his princess to one thing he was well aware she’d love. She’d said yes to going to a concert, that of which was tonight-- it was as if the days dragged on until he was finally presented with the one he’d looked forward to most; truly, if he were to wait any longer, he would have had to ask a higher power to push the boundaries of time to fit his selfish needs. And my, was he selfish. Lips parting to release a sigh as his hands lifted to either sides of his head, he set the warm fabric of his beanie around, careful as not to let it fall, wanting nothing more than to look perfect, if not for the beautiful one in the other room.
Lips curving into a satisfied smile, his features shifted in approval, knowing that although they’d start off looking pretty, they’d resemble the essence of a mess by the time the concert came to an end, sweat beading lightly along milky skin, gazes filled with adrenaline-- breathless and eager for more. Fall Out Boy of course, seemed to have that effect on people. Striding forward, he pushed his phone securely into the back pocket of a dark pair of jeans, rhythmic vibrations allowing him the knowledge that his attention was to be elsewhere-- but not tonight. Tonight, he wanted to focus on his princess. Even if it were to be for a little while, the image of her happiness would more than likely sear itself to memory without hesitation, and in all truth-- that was all he wanted.
Milky fingertips brushed through the fringe of his bangs almost nervously as he stepped away from the door frame, in search of the pretty female, wanting nothing more than to see her. As beautiful as he knew she’d look, surprise never managed its way out of his expression at the sight of her, and he knew just as well as anyone else that the breath would be knocked out of him rather painfully to the sight of such a beautiful princess. Chewing nervously upon his lower lip, the boy peeked into the next room, hoping for a glimpse of the other, face cheeks taking a flush of colour that had nothing to do with the cold air seeping into the atmosphere around them. Brushing his knuckles against the door, he pushed a knock, gaze unwavering from the smaller frame, “Jinah?”