#*authors note: it is in fact early september. the trees are not even turning yellow yet

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day 1398

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Apple ermine moth: How to control the pest

Apple ermine moth is also known as Yponomeuta malinellus. this is a winged leafworm, or as our grandmother called it, a leafroller moth. These silvery-white moths are small, with a wingspan of only 0.8inch (2cm). In most parts of the country, this pest has been very successful in attacking fruit trees. Often, the plants are attacked so severely that their normal development stops completely. The apple tree (if that is what is meant) has almost 90%, if not all, of its ovaries immediately reset, and the most unpleasant are the buds generated, that is, those that must bloom and give next year's harvest. The method of controlling the Apple ermine moth is explained in our article.

WHAT IS HARMFUL - BUTTERFLIES OR CATERPILLARS? Indirect harm is caused by Apple ermine moth laying eggs, but tangible harm is caused by caterpillars, in addition to apple trees, with the pleasure, literally, of destroying the harvest of Flowering quince and pears. The caterpillar has a yellow color and a pair of black, tar-like dots. Its body is only 0.6inch (1.5cm) long and has a fairly reliable shield to protect it from returning cold. Once the weather warms up and the re-emerging cold becomes unaffected, the caterpillar cleverly disengages itself from this shield and begins to "chop" the leaves. It actively absorbs the mass of the leaf, forming a kind of nest or woven web around its dislocation. In this nest, just like at home, Apple ermine moth caterpillars feed on the green matter and, once depleted, move on so that swarms of caterpillars can destroy all the green matter on these plants. Most interestingly, one caterpillar of the Apple ermine moth feeds almost continuously for forty days without interruption. During this time, even one caterpillar of a two or three-year-old apple sapling will leave it leafless, and if there are a hundred caterpillars, it will leave an absolutely mature tree. After eating their fill, the caterpillars pupate in their nests and then turn into Apple ermine moths, and only 10-12 days after turning into butterflies, they will be ready to make new eggs, sometimes consisting of a record number of eggs - as many as 70. To protect them from birds, they are covered with a sticky substance, a special compound secreted exclusively by the Apple ermine moth. Later, if the caterpillars hatch without anything to eat, they hide under this sticky mass, where they wait for the whole winter. Usually, this moth lays its eggs on the bark of the thinnest branches on the tree.

APPLE ERMINE MOTH DAMAGE TO TREES It's great that the most intense plant damage occurs, culminating in the tree standing completely bare and still entangled in spider webs. In this case, photosynthesis is completely eliminated, there are no leaves, and the root system is effectively suppressed. Naturally, the plant completely stops absorbing carbon dioxide and releasing oxygen, loses up to 90% of its immunity, and dies easily in winter. In particular, plants that are often attacked by the Apple ermine moth for several seasons in a row become extinct, gradually weakening their immunity and eventually reducing it to almost zero. The stage of Apple ermine moth infestation can be any. This pest can attack trees when they are seedlings when they are young when they are large adults, or even on the mother plant in a nursery.

Important note: Moths can easily travel long distances in any container, whether it is a box of vegetables or fruit.

In general, the Apple ermine moth is a very dangerous pest and must be controlled.

CONTROL METHODS OF APPLE ERMINE MOTH

1. Biological agents and insecticides for the control of Apple ermine moth Let's start with the algorithm of treatment with biological agents and insecticides. So, let's take apple trees as an example: these plants usually finish flowering in mid-May (although it depends on what kind of spring it is). During this period, the caterpillars of the Apple ermine moth are in their most vulnerable state and have access to almost all insecticides. Then you should not hesitate to start fighting them. But before spraying the plants with chemicals, you must check, and only if you find a large accumulation of Apple ermine moth (very voracious, as we found out), you can start treating it.

Important! There is no selective treatment. The plant must have access to the entire contents of the product - no exceptions. If the caterpillars miraculously survive, they move on to the next untreated tree.

But even the elimination of insects and their larvae is not as difficult as the elimination of oviposition of the Apple ermine moth. Usually, for this purpose up to three treatments with preparations (containing paraffin), such as "Diflubenzuron" (but if the ovaries are small, you can limit yourself to a few treatments). There are also biological combinations. For example, the "preparation of bacillus" was tested on the basis of the author's own experience. It is necessary to dissolve 100 grams of this preparation in a bucket of water and treat infected plants as soon as the air warms up to 60-62 °F (16-17 ° C) above zero. Undoubtedly, the advantage of biological agents is that, as we know, they are completely safe for humans and can be treated, in fact, in unlimited quantities, until the pest is completely eliminated. This is important in this case because the death period of Apple ermine moth caterpillars can sometimes be up to a week after treatment. However, this is also a disadvantage - not everyone is patient enough to wait for the death of this dangerous insect for almost a week after the treatment.

Therefore, especially impatient people should use approved insecticides, but strictly follow the instructions on the package and use "Diazinon insecticide" to combat the caterpillars of the Apple ermine moth if they are just "stroking" the tree. In addition, in cases where a large number of trees are affected, "New Phosphorus Organic Insecticide" can be used." What are the advantages of the "new phosphorus organic insecticide"? It has a gentler effect on the green canopy and does not leave chemical burn marks on the leaf discs. This drug can easily replace organochlorine compounds and up to 75% of Apple ermine moth caterpillars will be eliminated. It is a big misconception to remove the spider's encrustation prior to treatment with this agent. This envelope does not prevent the preparation from entering the caterpillar's nest, as it only serves as a formidable defense against predators thinking that a large-sized spider lives there, but it has no power over the poison.

2. Additional fertilization in conjunction with drug treatment It is possible and necessary to feed the plants at the same time as the dance moth control or to give them strength and increase their immunity by alternating treatments. Usually use nitroglycerin dissolved in water in the amount of one tablespoon per bucket, it is taken to 2-3 liters per tree up to 5 years old, more than 5 years - 5-6 liters, one bucket is enough or several adult plants or four to five young plants. If there is no nitroglycerin, you can dilute 1.5 tablespoons of urea in a bucket of water, and this solution treats the crown protrusions (leaves), which is carried out so-called foliar spraying. Immediately thereafter, the soil should be watered, one bucket under plants less than 5 years old and two buckets under older plants.

Attention! Change insecticides as often as possible, even if they are strong. It is possible that the Apple ermine moth adapts to the given insecticide and even has the opposite effect, i.e. accelerates its reproduction.

It is not necessary to increase the dose - just switch to another preparation, no less strong, with the same strict adherence to the dose and duration of treatment. As for Apple ermine moth, they usually do not get used to them and only one treatment is needed to eliminate them during their flight period. As for the caterpillars, sometimes as many as five or six treatments are required to eliminate them completely.

3. But what if you don't use chemicals? There is no doubt that insecticides are effective, but no one cancels their high toxicity. Take "persistent broad-spectrum insecticide" for example, it is allowed to treat only once a year, so this preparation is toxic. So what to do? There is always a way, for example, you can use the so-called mechanical method to fight the Apple ermine moth. the method itself is simple, but of course, requires some effort and time. To do this, you have to take a scraper, walk through the garden, remove all the shields planted by the Apple ermine moth, under which you will reliably conceal the ovipositor and burn them. This takes more time than effort. Also, in early spring and September, try hosing down trees and leaves to create the strongest water pressure and simply crush Apple ermine moth caterpillars on the ground. It is also possible to collect (rather than prune off) all diseased leaves with Apple ermine moth caterpillars, which can certainly be done on young, not too tall trees, or if you only have one or two trees in the garden, use ladders and steps. This is effective during and at the end of the active flowering period. All collected material must be burned, preferably in a small digging trench outside the plot. Sometimes it helps to apply a dispersion solution of almost any mineral oil to the shoots and central trunk during the opening of the buds to deal with the Apple ermine moth.

The use of traps for the fight is also effective. Of course, pheromone traps with sticky bases are placed in the area, to which moths stick (these are mainly male specimens of Apple ermine moth that fly towards the scent of the so-called females). Certain parts of the efficiency possess ultraviolet radiation of the light trap. In the light of this trap, the moths fly away voluntarily, with a thin network in front of the "lantern", which is under voltage and accumulates during the day from the solar cells. A small secretion is enough to kill an Apple ermine moth of any sex. If you don't want to spend the extra money, you can also make a bait-type trap yourself. To do this, you will need moisture-resistant cardboard and a piece of plywood. The board should necessarily be painted yellow - a signal to the moth - and then simply coated with glue for mice that will not dry. apple ermine moth flies to the signal, sticks, and dies. You can also make or buy a capture tape; you should wrap it around the trunk of a tree; it is best to take sticky tape because caterpillars and bulky moths stick to it.

4. Natural enemies of Apple ermine moth Apple ermine moth also has natural enemies that live in the garden - it is mainly insects: frass flies, wasps - which parasitize the caterpillars of moths, that is, lay eggs on them. But thanks to the use of pesticides in the garden, this "magical" parasite is now almost impossible to find. The not-so-bad enemy of the Apple ermine moth is also the birds, for whom it is like a feast, but the birds are shy and get full rather quickly. Therefore, in order to attract them to the garden and reassure them, it is necessary to hang at least one nest per hundred square meters, not more, otherwise, there will be competition for territory.

5. Folk methods of Apple ermine moth control Let's choose the most effective folk measures to control the Apple ermine moth. so, bitter peppers, straight out of bed. You must grind the pods into the smallest parts, put on goggles and rubber gloves, then pour a liter of water and boil this explosive mixture for an hour. After that, you have to put it in a tightly closed container for a day. After that, strain the resulting decoction well, trying not to let them get into your eyes, and pour it into any container, but preferably glass, so that you can see what is inside.

These containers must then be closed tightly and placed in the refrigerator with any deterrent labels glued on (God forbid, a child would swallow it and there would be screams). To prepare a working solution, you must take half a liter of pepper concentrate and add half ahead of laundry soap as a sticker. And use this magic potion to treat the plant. The second version is fly ash; you have to soak 100 grams of fly ash in a bucket of water for about a week, stirring occasionally, and then treat the affected plants. Try it and see if you like it; it turns out that folk remedies may be more effective than insecticides. And share your experience with us in the comments of the article.

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Coldest Winter (pt. 1)

pairing: taeyong x reader genre: angst, fluff, grim reaper!au warnings: implied suicide, death  word count: 3,477 author��s note: this is an edited version of one of my very first drafts that was based off of goblin

part i. part ii

Name: Kim Dabin

Age: 7

Cause of Death: Car Accident

Time of Death: 4:04 p.m

Taeyong sighed, reading yet another name card. He glanced down at his watch on his left wrist; 2:32 p.m. He still had plenty of time until he had to be at the playground the death was going to take place.

It was times like these that Taeyong utterly despised his job - and yes being a grim reaper was considered a job, one that payed very well at that. One of the many things the young grim reaper loathed was having to escort the spirits of young children to the other side; they were so young and full of life after all, it was truly a pity to have gone so vainly when there were many things they had yet to experience and discover.

However, life didn’t always work that way. Life was unfair and fate really did turn plans upon their heads.

He sighed, as he tried to shake the thoughts out of his head and quickly put the card inside a white envelope, then placing it inside the inner pocket of his black suit. Glancing around he took notice of all the people passing by, some walking leisurely seemingly without any care in the world, while others had a prominent scowl etched on their faces as they rushed to get somewhere.

That was always a habit of his; staring at people strolling down the streets. Kind of creepy, yes, but he was curious. What could their lives possibly be like? What did fate have in store for them? He all but wished it was nothing but happiness; given the years Taeyong had spent on this goddamned world as a grim reaper, he had experienced all sorts of grief and sadness to the core.

Another sigh left his lips and he decided that it was time he began walking, not wanting to rush to the playground. Taeyong hated being late. There had never been a time when he was late in his life, even in his human years he was always punctual.

After walking for about a few minutes, he finally arrived at his destination. The playground was bustling with life, parents sitting on the benches either conversing with other parents or smiling at their kids. How sad was it that so many people had to witness this young girl’s last moments.

His large brown eyes scanned over the area, focusing mainly on the kids. If he wasn't wearing his hat that hid him from human eyes, people would think he was a creep of some sort.

“Dabin!” A woman’s voice rang through his ears.

Upon listening to the name, his head turned towards the direction of the woman’s voice. On the other side of the playground was a woman, probably in her early 30s, sitting on a bench. Dabin’s mother, he thought.

A little girl wearing a baby pink shirt and a pair of light blue jeans, turned her head at the mention of her name. Her long black hair swayed as she turned her head to look at her mother.

Her mother cast a glance on her, “Dabin, sweetie, it’s time to go,” she informed her daughter, getting up and collecting her stuff from the bench.

“Mom, five more minutes,” the young girl huffed, her chubby cheeks puffing out even more. “Five more minutes!” She pouted.

“Fine,” her mother sighed in defeat and went back to her seat. “But we’re leaving after that, okay?”

“Mhm,” The little girl nodded in agreement and she resumed to playing with some other kids with a rainbow colored ball.

Giving the ball a hard kick, she watched it as it flew too high up and crossed the fence surrounding the playground. Taeyong, turned his head as he watched the ball bounce up and down all the way onto the street with a stone hard expression. He had nothing to be shocked of, already having predicted the way things would pan out, so he idly stood there and observed the unfolding scene before his eyes.

Without any second thought, the seven year old girl immediately rushed through the entrance and onto the sidewalk, stopping to check both sides of the road before crossing the street, to retrieve the ball. After successfully retrieving the ball, she repeated the same actions before crossing the street.

At least, she was being careful. Unfortunately, someone else was not.

The playground was at a crossroad with no traffic lights in sight, which deemed its location highly inconvenient for a place brimming with kids, considering there were oncoming cars from all directions.

The once distant sound of an emerging vehicle became more audible as it approached the playground at a seemingly very high speed. A black SUV emerged from the road of the left side of the playground, and due to the speed the car had accumulated, when the driver attempted to take a sharp turn, they lost control of the vehicle.

The young looking reaper watched the scene unfold in front of his eyes; to him it seemed as if it was happening in slow motion. It was always like that whenever he witnessed someone’s death, all in slow motion, as if he was cursed - which he kind of was, frankly - to watch every death drag on.

So there he stood nonchalantly, leaning against the fence as he watched the way the large car drove onto the sidewalk and towards the little girl. All sound seemed to be muted that moment and to Taeyong it felt as if he was underwater, the cries of Dabin’s frantic mother muffled.

Every detail of the accident was engraved into his memory; the oncoming car, the car tires screeching against the sidewalk, the little girl’s head hitting the windshield in such force that it was impossible for her to survive.

It was like that with every death, every single detail had now become a vivid part of his memory, that would most likely haunt him for the rest of his life.

He tried to avert his gaze from the scene of the accident but it felt as if his eyes were glued there. With tight lips, Taeyong observed the sight in front of him. The girl laid on the now crushed windshield in an abnormal angle, her blood covering her face and splattered on her shirt. Only when he felt a tug at the end of his suit and a pair of small arms hugging around his leg, was he able to look away and down to the figure of the girl, or more like her spirit.

“Did I die?” Her question pierced through his ears like a needle.

“Yes.” Taeyong replied simply with a sad smile, there was no reason in lying and sugarcoating anything, it was no use.

Her lower lip quivered as tears welled up in her eyes upon hearing Taeyong’s harsh words. She clutched on Taeyong’s thigh with all her might and pressed her cheek against it as she sobbed at the sight of her mother clutching her lifeless body. The young woman was knelt on the concrete, bloodied hands keeping her daughter close to her.

“Will my mommy be okay?” Again, it felt like another set of sharp needles pierced through him. He didn’t really know how to reply to that because quite frankly, no she wouldn’t be okay, she would be inconsolable.

“I don’t know,” he replied, looking down at her small form “but I do know that she will get happier with time.” He said truthfully, in an attempt to somewhat comfort the young girl.

They both watched in silence as an ambulance pulled up and the paramedics examined the girl’s body. After concluding to the fact that she had already passed away, they proceeded to put her on the stretcher, then covering it with a white sheet.

The grim reaper squatted down to eye level with the girl and took her hand in his, examining how his big one engulfed hers. Her touch felt warm to him as if she was still alive, a small detail that made Taeyong let out a breathy chuckle that resorted into a sad smile.  “I think it’s time for us to go.” he said in a sweet voice.

The girl nodded slowly in response, it seemed as if she was quite accepting of the fact that she had died, unlike most people who refused to cross the other side.

The grim reaper gave her another smile, and lead her to the place where he bid the souls farewell as he watched them cross into the other side.

Taeyong sighed as he washed the cup of tea he had just given to Dabin’s soul, and placed it among the other teacups on the manly tall shelves decorating the spacious room. Each row consisted of small sections for each cup to be placed; some where full while others were empty.

While escorting the souls, it was required that the souls had to drink some sort of tea given to them by the grim reaper. However, it was no ordinary tea. It was commonly known as the Tea of Oblivion that was served to the souls of the deceased, so as to forget all the events of their life, in order to go peacefully and prevent them from remembering their past life after they were reborn.  If not drank, then they would be nothing more than wandering souls stuck in a liminal state between life and death, kind of like bardo.

Things were different for grim reapers, though.

Grim reapers were also deceased souls, they were once human too. What differentiates grim reapers from other dead people is that they’ve committed a sin but not just any kind of sin - everyone sins, but there is one sin more reprehensible than the others.

The act of killing oneself. 

That act could not be forgiven, thus you had to become a grim reaper to repent for your action. Additionally, your memories would not be erased, in order to be constantly reminded of the wrongdoing you had committed.

The life of a grim reaper was long and hard to say the least. No matter how long it was nonetheless, at some point it ceased too. It wasn’t considered a death though, it was more like some sort of retirement and Taeyong had been anticipating for that moment for years now.

However, he still had a long way ahead of him. After taking one final look around, he padded over to the entrance of his “tea shop” and stepped out to the still warm September sun. The foliage of the gingko trees had began to lose its green hue, slowly transforming into a bright yellow, which signified that fall had almost neared.

The “tea shop” - as he liked to refer to it - was located in a more secluded area of the city, where not so many people passed by, so he was able to take off his hat with ease; not caring if anyone suddenly saw a man appear out of thin air.

He began walking, his feet falling into a rhythmic pace. Taeyong couldn’t wait to get home and be welcomed by the comfort and silence of his apartment.

Having walked sometime, he reached the bus stop and sat down while he waited for his bus to arrive. How human of me, he thought to himself. Unlike others of his kind, it hadn’t been that long since he had passed away so it was far easier for him to blend in more than others, so he did all sorts of human activities and he was quite fond of them.

“The bus should be here any minute.” he lowly mumbled to himself and got up and leaned against the glass of the advert panel on the bus stop, hands shoved deep into the pockets of his dress pants..

His bus arrived just a couple of minutes after and it was, much to his dismay, packed. Taeyong cursed under his breath and took off his jacket, pulling out his card and scanning it once he stepped in. Grabbing onto the nearest handle he steadied himself as the bus lurched forward to the next stop.

While he was staring out the window, he couldn’t help but overhear the hushed conversation two teenage girls were having, sitting in the seats in front of him.

“Oh my god,” one of the girls gushed and hid her face behind her palm, “he’s so handsome.” She finished, turning to her friend who only nodded in response, gawking at Taeyong and not being discreet about it.

“He’s not real, I swear,” the second girl added, scanning him from head to toe.

Taeyong tried to bite back a smirk at the girls’ reaction. It would be a lie to say  that he wasn’t aware of his handsome looks, but he typically wasn’t the one to brag.

The bus arrived at his stop and he couldn’t help but chuckle lightly at the girls’ whines of disappointment when they saw him nearing the exit. Just a few more minutes and he could finally be at the comfort of his apartment. 

Despite having only one death to deal with that day, for some reason he felt as if every ounce of energy was drained from his body. On top of that, the elevator had to be out of order, and now there he was trudging up the stairs all the way to the fifth floor. Peachy.

After what seemed like an eternity of endless climbing up what seemed around a hundred steps - yes, he counted - he finally reached the door to his apartment, but at that moment to him it really seemed like a gateway to heaven.

“Oh, hello there dear,” his next door neighbor said emerging from her apartment, holding a black trash bag. She was a 60-year old lady, whose name had slipped away from his memory. 

“You got off work early” she chirped, carefully locking the door.

“Ah, yes,” he mused, not quite fond of getting into detail about his job with humans. 

“Mhm, I see. Rest well then!” She said joyfully and walked past him with a black trash bag in hand.

Taeyong then quickly unlocked his door and got in, kicking off his shoes first thing and then locking it once again behind him and rushing to the comfort of his own bed. 

“Girl,” her friend’s voice boomed throughout her bedroom. “You’re gonna be late on your first day at work!” She exclaimed exasperated, opening the blinds and letting the sunlight seep through the window.

However, only some incoherent mumbling came out of the younger girl’s lips.

Her friend huffed as she watched her sleeping form with gritted teeth and stomped towards her bed and roughly smacking her bottom.

“Ow, what was that for?” she grumbled, fully awake now.

“What, I thought you were into that stuff.” the other winked, a mischievous smile playing on her lips

“Not this early in the morning.” the younger glared at her best friend’s towering frame, and made her way into the bathroom, to take a quick shower.

Moving to a metropolis from a small rural town all by herself at just the age of eighteen was a huge step for her. The first two weeks of her stay in the city, she spent her days cooped up in her small studio, scared of potentially getting lost; even though she never strayed further away than three blocks away from her apartment.

Just after the first two months of having started college, she befriended this girl from her World History class that was kind enough to keep her company in between her classes. Needless to say, they instantly clicked and have been glued to the hip ever since.

The mirror squeaked softly beneath her touch as she wiped once, twice to clear the fogged up glass, which was a clear sign that maybe she shouldn’t shower with such hot water.

Once back in her room, she stared at what once happened to be a chair and now was just a pile of clothes, she found her work uniform victoriously laying on top of the mess that once used to be her wardrobe.

With a heavy heart she dragged her feet across the cold tiles of her bedroom floor, snatching her uniform away from its place, hastily putting it on.

Stepping out of her bedroom, she walked down the short hallway and made her way to the kitchen and was welcomed with the sight of her friend basically fighting with the frying pan, almost successfully making breakfast - which brought them to the unanimous decision to never let her cook again. 

“My second shift ends late tonight, so I’m probably not going to be on time for dinner. Don’t wait up.” she instructed the other, and got up from the kitchen stool and put the dirty dish in the sink, rinsing it with a little bit of water.

“Mm, okay.”

“I’m heading off now,” she said as she grabbed her backpack and put her sunglasses on. “Bye!” she waved at her friend enthusiastically and left their shared apartment into the welcoming early fall sun. 

The bell on top of the door jingled as she pushed it and entered the lively bakery shop, that housed all different baked goods from freshly baked bread too perfectly frosted cakes. She was engulfed by the sweet aroma of vanilla cupcakes, that brought a smile of content to her face. Despite having arrived here on a full stomach, all the pretty looking delicacies put on display made her mouth water. 

Ignoring the sudden sugar craving, she disappeared behind a door that sported a “staff only” sign. Roughly a minute later she came out clad in her uniform, adjusting the small fake golden name tag on her chest. Plastering a polite smile, she stood behind the counter, serving the long line of impatient customers, some of which tried really hard to get on her nerves on an early Saturday morning.

Thankfully, work slowed down around noon, taking that as a chance to lean on the counter when no one was around. Thirty more minutes till I go on break, she thought. Her patience was wearing thin by that point, her foot having a mind of its own as it restlessly tapped against the tile flooring. 

In an attempt to distract herself, she mindlessly scrolled through her social media feed, robotically pressing the like button to every picture she swiped her finger past. The door jingled once more for today, causing her to avert her eyes from her screen. 

They landed on the customer’s figure, silently taking in his features. His large wandering eyes swept over the endless amount of confection that was on display.  

Noticing his indecisiveness, she stepped up. “Hello, is there anything I could help you with?” 

His head snapped up upon hearing her voice and their eyes met. Taeyong could feel his chest tighten ever so slightly, his hand reaching up to grab a fistful of his thin sweatshirt. Even though her presence seemed warm and comforting, for some odd reason he was overcome with a sudden wave of sadness.

Her smile faltered a little, her eyebrows furrowed upon watching his distress. “Are you okay?” she questioned. 

“I’m okay,” he let out a breathy reply and motioned to some of the cupcakes in front of him. “Could I get two apple spice cupcakes, please?” 

With one hand gloved, she slid the plexiglass and carefully placed the two cupcakes inside a box. Closing the lid, she placed a small piece of duct tape to prevent it from opening and put it in a small paper bag, sliding it towards him across the counter. 

“Will that be all?” she asked in a sweet tone, just as she was instructed to. 

“Yes,” Taeyong trailed off, “have we met before?” 

The girl’s mouth hang open and closed back up again, not getting a word out, obviously taken aback from the stranger’s question. Furrowing her brows, she took a closer look at the man standing in front of her, trying to recollect even the tiniest piece of her memory that might’ve included him, but sadly she came up with nothing. 

“I’m not sure we have,” she replied negatively, to which Taeyong gave just a simple nod.

“But maybe we’ve met before in our past lives.” she joked with a soft giggle, sensing the uncomfortable tension that was created between the two of them. 

Taeyong then looked at her, taking in her smiling form as she stared at him with warm and comforting eyes. 

“Yeah, maybe. Maybe, we have.”

[madebymaryssa]

#*authors note: it is in fact early september. the trees are not even turning yellow yet #i saw halloween stuff at the store though sooo #capitalism bad but at least we get halloween themed items as early as they think they can get away with it #this year im on the hunt for some spooky fabrics i wanna make my own creepy buttonups #ive never made a buttonup but how hard could it be? <- hubris

I did that exact thing last year! (If more festive than creepy.) Follow your dreams - do it, do it, do it!

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