#I think its bc the nozzle is a bit too far down for her to be comfortable

[deathricedrawn]

Oh ham!!!! That's not how you drink!!!!

[tourdiforce]

On the Run.

- ✧ ♢ ✧ -

ft. Do Kyungsoo, various EXO members, possibly Taeyong (NCT) at some point but idk.

wcount. ~2500

warnings. Strong language! Possible hints at drug use, possible sexual themes, etc.

comments. Heed the strong language warning lmao there’s a lot of cursing bc i was feeling edgy when i wrote this. Sorry the exposition is really really weird. I’m stuck. If you have any ideas for this, please let me hear them! I would like to start writing an actual series but I just struggle with story telling/boarding.

insp. Somebody Else - the 1975

image found on Exo-L amino.

                                                      - ✧ ♢ ✧ -

I don’t want your body,

  Wind took wisps of hair and let it ride the air. A bleak sky and a somber night surrounds you.

But I hate to think about you with somebody else.

  You stood just outside the doors to a once happy home. Though happiness seems rarely permanent. Faith always fades.

Our love has gone cold,

  It was torture, waiting and waiting. It felt as though a thousand eyes were on you, some curious and some judging. Discomfort arose in the pit of your stomach, manifesting itself as a burn in your esophagus, and you could feel the pang of emotion and disgust, from reliving those short moments in your mind, bursting through tears that you refused to let fall. Yet you were alone

You’re intertwining your soul with somebody else.

  Thoughts of him seemed to haunt you; thoughts of the two of you rode alongside you in the backseat, whispering things in your ear that you didn’t need to hear. You would never be free. Everything, and nothing at the same time, drained you of your emotion, your spirit. There was no more will. There was no afterlife. Nothing could ever make you you again.

  You had had enough. Enough of the pain and heartache. Enough of him. Taeyong. You wanted to start over. Everything about this life was over. You would never be sure of what came over you that night, what compelled you to just run. Leave everything behind. You went for what seemed like ever, you could swear days went by as you drove off. Nothing mattered anymore. The death of this life only leads to the beginning of the next one.

  Though as you continued to drive, your shoddy little 2001 Toyota Camry’s tank just couldn’t take anymore and had officially fucked off. However, you weren’t paying attention to the tank. You just wanted to keep going. As far away as possible. You were possessed by the urge to just keep moving. That was until some asshole had swerved in front of you to pull into the gas station, causing you to do the same.

   As he left his truck to pay for gas inside the store, you pulled into the pump next to his, ready to give him a piece of your mind. You exited the car as he came back outside and stormed over to him, immediately shouting. “What the hell do you think you’re doing!? Driving like a fucking maniac out there, you nearly fucking killed me!” It had been a rough night. In fact, it had been a rough few months. Nothing seemed to go your way, as if the universe was punishing you. But tonight, it had given you the greatest blessing you’d ever received.

  He looked annoyed with your presence. Ignoring your words as he plugged the gas pump into his truck, but never once gave you the satisfaction of acknowledgement.

  “Are you just going to sit there, and fucking ignore me?” You ranted. “I should call the damn cops on you, you fucking rat. I wish you had hit my fucking car.”  He glanced at you, highly unamused with your attitude.

  “Save your breath, hag.” He spouted. You were livid. In your heated state, you approached him slightly and brought a fist down onto the hood of his ’98 Chevy Silverado.

  “Who the fuck,” You started, fuming and pointing a furious finger at him, as he turned to you with narrow eyes, suddenly full of passion and hate. It almost startled you, but you wouldn’t give it away. Not to him. You huffed momentarily. “You must be braindead if you can’t get the fucking point –“

  “Eat shit,” He spat at your feet. You jumped back slightly, only to look back up at him and throw a fist directly at his face to which he backed off to dodge, barely. His hand instinctively swung upwards to catch your wrist, and as you moved again to retaliate he caught the other in his other hand as well. He pushed against you, only to shake you up a bit so he could talk.

  “What’s your fucking problem?” He growled. You hissed back.

  “You, dumbass”

  “What do you want from me? A fucking apology?”

  “That would be better than this shit you’re pulling.”

  “You swung first, you know.”

  “Fuck off.”

  “Fine.” He let go of you, turning around to move back to the gas pump.

  “No, I’m not fucking done with you yet.”

  “I’m sorry, Jesus fucking Christ, will you piss off now?”

  “Give me your wallet.”

�� “Eat. Shit.”

  “Give me your fucking wallet.” Your mind was practically blank as you were blinded partly by rage but mostly by adrenaline. Doing and saying things you characteristically wouldn’t. As he returned the nozzle to its home and turned to you he shoved his hands into his front pockets and glared, eyes narrow yet burning with frustration. He opened his mouth for a moment, as though he was about to retaliate though his brows knitted together even harder as he looked past you, clenching his jaw. His piercing gaze focused back on you for a second then returned to the position it was in before – you nearly turned to follow his gaze, but his rough voice caught your attention.

  “Don’t look.” He said. In your confusion, you could only mouth the word “what?” Before he continued.

  “Get in the truck.”

  “What?” You said in disbelief. What caused this sudden change of heart?

  “Just. Get. In.” He looked rather stressed out as he mouthed the words to you between gritted teeth. He moved around you, grabbing at the door handle and opening it slowly as you moved out of the way. As he opened it wide enough for you his hand gently rested on your back and ushered you to get inside of the vehicle. After he closed the door he moved to the other side and climbed into the truck as well. Resting one hand on the clutch and one on the wheel, he lowered his head slightly and pointed out the window to two black cars, seeming to move in tandem, heading for the gas station. He said nothing as you followed his gaze, but after a brief pause he turned the truck on and began to move. The roar of the engine made you remember about your own car and all of the belongings within it.

  “Where are we going?”

  “Away.” He uttered.

  “Well – what about my car?”

  “We can come back for that.” His voice was flat as he continued to drive towards city limits.

  “What the hell!? How can you expect me to just get in your truck without an explanation and then tell me we’re going away and not be asking questions? You could be a fucking rapist or a murderer— actually, let me out of the fucking car. Right now.” You demanded, furious and worried for your life.

  He merely glanced at you. “You don’t know who they are do you?”

  “No, and I don’t fucking care – let me. Out. Of. The car.” You emphasized each word with punctuation.

  He sighed and made a u turn at the nearest intersection, coming back to the gas station and pulling over to the curb for you to get out, before speeding off again. You looked up towards your car to see two men breaking in and rummaging through it, in the middle of this gas station where surely someone would have called the police by now.  As you approached them, you could feel more anger building within you, venomous words rising to your throat as they violated your poor car – a smashed window, luggage strewn about as they looked for anything of value. Thankfully nothing – except your ring.  

  Your hands flew to your pockets, patting each one down on your pants and hoodie as you searched for your phone, but it was no where to be found. You’d had it earlier, though – you remember that much. It must have fallen out when you sat down in that guy’s truck. Fucking Christ, this night couldn’t get any worse. With a huff, you continued to approach the men, storming through rough and shaggy bushes that lined the perimeter of the parking lot. One of them retracted himself from the inside of your car, standing tall and looking down at something in hand. He gazed downward, examining whatever  it was he’d had in hand then looked up towards the other man, nudging him nearby with an elbow – he was shorter, elf-like in his features but he had a serious aura about him.

  Though without much delay. You honed in on what was in the taller man’s hand as he grinned down on it. Of course, it had to be your fucking ring. Nothing could go your way, could it? How could you have been so stupid to hope that it was something else.

  “No-“ You uttered hopelessly to yourself before finding resolve and clenching your fist. “Hey!” You shouted, demanding their attention. “Put the fucking ring back!”

  Their gazes fell to you as they looked towards the noise. The tall one looked shocked, though the other looked nothing but annoyed. He sighed then glanced up to his partner, whispering what looked like an order to him briefly before leisurely moving towards you. He stopped about 5 ft from you. He said nothing. He merely stared you down.

  “What the hell are ya’ll doing to my car!?” You interrogated.

  “Exactly what it looked like.” He was shameless and blunt in his response.

  “Fuck you!”

  He laughed through his teeth. “Its not like you had anything worth shit in there anyway.

  “Fuck you.” Was all you could mutter again. You were too tired to fight much right now.  “Just give me the ring god dammit. I don’t care about anything else.” His brow quirked at you as he shoved it deep into his pocket with his thumb while the rest of his hand rested there at his hip, the other hanging low at his side.

  You felt weak, seeing it vanish into the fabric. “Please,” A shaky, meager response to the sight. He grinned evilly, as his shorter cohort stepped up beside him. He opened his mouth the speak but was sharply interrupted.

  “Give her the ring.” A commanding voice. You looked past the two men standing ahead of you to see the same one who picked you up before. He held a gun pointed towards the thieves. The tall one scoffed as he turned, though his shit-eating grin quickly faded as he laid eyes on the gun – dark and serious. He, too, opened his mouth to speak though the sound of gunshots rang piercingly through the area as he shot the ground in front of him. Once, twice. That’s all it would take to at least maim the both of them.

  “Just fucking do it.” The shorter one, looked towards his partner, a stern and commanding look in his eye. The tall one scoffed once more to hide the startle before he inched backwards, towards you. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled the ring out and handed it over. You mouthed thank you towards the Chevy guy as you took the ring in hand, and the other two males scattered back to their car almost immediately and sped off.

  He lowered his gun, and approached you, as you examined the ground  before him before he moved past it. There was no damage, and no bullet shells. “Thank you…” You said again. He reached into his pocket, whipping out your phone and handing it to you.

  “Hows your car?” He asked, turning his head to look at the beaten up car behind him. This was a change of heart, it honestly caught you off guard.

  “Fucked.” Was all you could say in response. The air between you grew cool, as his gaze returned to you. He raised a hand to rub the back of his neck.

  “We got off to a rough start. I’m sorry about nearly running you off the road.” He uttered, his hand dropped back down to his side as he approached you again, closing the already short distance between you, although this was more comfortable – a friendlier distance. “I’m Kyungsoo.”

  You admired him under the florescent lights of the station, the way shadows fell delicately on his face, and perfectly sculpted his almost ethereal beauty. It was breathtaking. “(y/n).” You uttered in response.

  “We should get going.” He said hastily. Looking as though he was about to say something else before you stopped him.

  “We?”

  “Uh…” He started. “Yeah, is that a problem?”

  “Well….”

  He blinked at you before moving over to your car, doing a quick walkaround and then looking back up at you. You could tell he had bad news. “It’s not in a condition to be driving in. Unless you’d rather stay here.” He side eyed you as he turned and began to walk towards the gas station, heading around the back of it. You weighed your options, checked your phone – 3% – glanced at your car. The mess made of it reminded you of him. But mess was an understatement.

  With a sigh, you followed Kyungsoo around the back of the station, his truck was parked again on the side of the road with the hazard lights flashing. He stood at the curb waiting for you and glanced up at you from his phone when you came into view out of the darkness.

  “Good choice.” He said shortly. You nodded in response and watched as he turned to open the door for you. “Where are you trying to go?”

  You thought for a moment. You were aimless. No where to go. Yet there were so many options ahead of you. “Anywhere but here.” You said as you slid into the truck, leaning your head against the rest. You knew you must have been at least a few hundred miles from home by now.

  He blinked at you as he got into the car as well. “I was thinking about heading north.”

  “Fine with me.”

  Without another word, he began to drive. The ride was silent. We’re weren’t interested in small talk anyway.

  The silence left you to your thoughts. Wondering what had gone wrong in your relationship of three years. Why suddenly he was unfaithful, and mean. Taeyong had changed. Wondering if it was your fault, tears welled up in your eyes and began to fall silently. The world was laughing at you. You turned towards the window, bringing your feet up onto seat and curling your knees. You could hear Kyungsoo’s head turn to look at you, but no words were exchanged and he continued to drive.

[starryseo]

confession. | yang jeongin

pairing ↠ jeongin x gender neutral!reader

genre ↠ all the fluff!!!!

wc ↠ 2000

summary ↠ jeongin has a flowery love language.

warnings ↠ jeongin being a happy boi, prepare yourself!

a/n ↠ a really late tribute to jeongin’s birthday bc i was inactive at the time. enjoy!

i know that the term is florist not flower boy

but flower boy sounds cuter

so here we go

jeongin!!! is the cutest flower boy ever

he’s always enjoyed nature - especially flowers

he’s kept his fascination for flowers a secret because doesn’t want to be the butt of flower-related jokes and mockery

but whenever he’s at home, he’s searching up different flowers and their meanings

he genuinely finds it cool that he knows so much about flowers even though no one else really knows about it

his parents know about it and use it to their own advantage

a.k.a gardening is a jeongin-only job

and honestly he doesn’t mind because his parents let him buy his favourite flowers (within a reasonable price, of course)

as long as he waters them and takes care of them himself

and he is more than happy to do that!!

he actually prefers doing all the work instead of his parents doing it

partially because he wants them to relax after working all day

but mainly because this one time

he came back in the late evening after hanging out with his friends

and he saw his mum watering his plants

but she was drowning them in water

he literally shrieked and his mum got scared, dropping the hose straight into the flower bed

making everything worse

and jeongin sprinted over, turning the hose off from the nozzle and ushering his mum inside

he actually went around apologising to all the plants as he finished off watering them

his love for flowers magnified when he saw a leaflet on the school bulletin about the local florist looking for another employee

as soon as the bell for the end of school rang, he ran out of there, barely shouting his good-byes to his friends as he ran out

heading straight to the florist, obviously

the building was actually a florist and a cafe in one

as soon as he entered, the owner greeted him

“hey mrs. lee, you didn’t tell me you were hiring!”

o f  c o u r s e, he knew the owner

she was the one that had told him practically everything he knew about flowers

he made his way to the counter where the middle-aged woman was

she told him it was a spur of the moment thing as her son, taehyung, had gotten accepted into a far university so he couldn’t work here anymore

he sat at the counter as she made him a quick hot chocolate, talking about their days and such

“i ran through the park to get here and im pretty sure they put in some new hydrangeas, they looked so pretty”

“ah really? take a picture for me next time! and, what do hydrangeas show?”

he loved how she would always test him on the meanings of flowers because the meanings of flowers were always so overlooked, but he loved the deeper connotations that each flower held

“hydrangeas show boastfulness and vanity but can also show a lot of gratitude and prosperity.”

“correct! gosh, how do you learn all of these so quickly, you smart boy?” she chuckled, her compliment making jeongin grin

the place was fairly quiet, only a few people there with their heads down, working or eating

he hadn’t realised an hour had past that quickly as more people made their way in

someone else had taken over the counter role

so he and mrs. lee initiated a deep conversation about hydrangeas and were they came from when someone called out

“hey mrs. lee!”

they both turned around to see you walking in

and, of course, jeongin knew who you were

you were the only person other than mrs. lee and taehyung that mainly worked in the florist half of the building

if business was busy you would help out the cafe side, but otherwise he would see you in the back room with the flowers, reading the book of flowers mrs. lee kept there

that’s what he had also used to learn the meanings of the flowers

he couldn’t help but find your growing interest in flowers super cute

and he appreciated the fact that you kept his love for flowers a secret

so he may or may not have kindled the smallest crush on you

maybe not the smallest, but he wasn’t about to confess his feelings for you just yet

“jeongin we go to the same school, how’d you get here before me?” you laughed, putting on your name tag and work apron

“i ran here straight after school,” he laughed nervously as you rolled your eyes at his excitement.

“hey you didn’t tell me mrs. lee was hiring” jeongin pouted as you stood next to said lady

“hey, jeongin, mrs. lee’s hiring, you should apply-”

“ha ha you’re so funny y/n”

“well, i’m not hiring anymore,” mrs. lee started

cue a sad jeongin: “wait!!!! you’re not??? :((( why???”

“well, i’ve already found a great employee - they’re definitely the most flower-loving person i’ve ever met”

“oh.” he got really sad at that, thinking that people must have applied earlier since mrs. lee didn’t interview anyone in front of him

“um... mrs. lee, i don’t think he understands that he’s the new employee”

oH

it took a little while for your sentence to process in his mind before the biggest grin took over. “of course i’ll accept!!!! when do i start???”

you and mrs. lee both laughed at his hyperactivity

“how about y/n shows you the ropes and you work out your shift timings, yeah? y/n, could you also teach him some of the basics for the cafe too?”

you both nodded, before heading over to the back room

he was like a child in a sweets shop when he entered (despite this not being his first time back here)

“welcome to HQ, jeongin; this place is gonna be your second home, although i’m pretty sure it already was” you quipped making jeongin laugh

he sat back in the spinning chair as you went onto the computer

he watched as you printed off his name for his name tag and his smile never faded as you did so, the whole process seeming so official. this was like a dream come true for him

you both sat together working out the timetable and you taught him how to properly put flowers in a bouquet and where all the accessories and tools were

he was really quick to remember everything you had told him

when the cafe got a bit busier, you left to help out on that half, putting him in charge of the flower side, tellling him to call you in case a customer came

you returned to jeongin just as a couple had come to the florist, asking for a simple bouquet of a dozen roses

he was like the perfect little helper, running off to get the roses as soon as the word had left the customer’s mouth

he had laid them out perfectly, along with the wrapping materials and gold ribbon

and he watched intently as you wrapped everything up perfectly

he was over the moon when you let him tie the ribbon around the whole bouquet and hand it over to the customers

“here you go! 12 roses to say “i love you”; please come again soon!” :DD

the couple giggled at jeongin’s cheerfulness

and you couldn’t help but admire him too

admittedly, you had thought he was super cute - the times you had seen him in school, he was on the shy side, but here, he was constantly exuding happiness

and you loved how passionate he was about flowers because you could see, very clearly, that he put his all into whatever he loved

months had past now with you two working side by side, stealing cookies from the cafe and testing each other’s nature knowledge

jeongin’s the biggest sweetheart ever!!!

getting this job has combined two things he loves: flowers and you!! the cringe

he’s always telling you (and the customers) facts about different flowers and it’s really astonishing how much he knows about them

it makes you sad that he’s kept this all a secret

because you find it endearing and others should too :(

you guys see each other more often in school now too

and so you’ve become a lot closer and he’s definitely become someone you can trust

so one day, when you and mrs. lee are the only ones in the florist

(it’s jeongin’s day off, he deserves a break ok!!)

you come in, get your apron and name tag and just start tidying up the place a bit

mrs. lee really isn’t the tidiest of people

and neither is jeongin

and you hear someone ring the little bell on the counter, so you leave the back room and all you see is a massive bouquet of flowers ????

there’s no one there, just a large bouquet of different flowers on the counter

seeing as there weren’t that many people, you didn’t stay at the counter

instead, you went to the back room, pulling out that massive book of flowers and their meanings

as much as jeongin was helping you learn the flowers, you weren’t an expert like him just yet

after a lot of page skimming, you managed to identify all of the flowers

and wow!!! you were internally screaming!!! the whole bouquet was the embodiment of goodness

wrapped up ever so beautifully were:

alstroemerias - the flowers of friendship

white carnations - flowers of innocence and pure love

gerbera daisies - representing cheerfulness

blue irises - showing hope and faith

stock - for lasting beauty, happy lives and affection

light and deep pink roses - expressing admiration, joy and gratitude

and finally, dark lavender roses, for regal majesty, splendor, fascination and adoration

although you weren’t a professional, anyone that linked the meanings of the flowers together could tell that this was a special bouquet, with its intricately-picked combination

innocence, love, admiration and gratitude???? did you have a secret admirer??

you went out to find mrs. lee to ask her if she knew anything about this - or, even, if she had seen the person

as soon as she saw you, she smiled and then coughed, as though trying to hide her smile

“what have you got there, dear?”

“well, i was hoping you could help me??”

she took a closer look at the flowers, a full smile gracing her features, “what a lovely bouquet, you must’ve really captured someone’s heart, huh?”

“yeah, i guess, did you maybe see who it was though?”

“i’m afraid not, but that it some lovely wrapping, don’t you think?” she winked, before walking away,,,, rather cryptically,,,

you found it odd that she pointed out the wrapping of all things

you thought she would’ve started a speech about all the flowers there because she’s just as big a flower fan as jeongin

jeongin,,,, you were really hoping it was him who had gifted you the bouquet

but that would mean he would like you??

you didn’t want to raise your hopes, until. . .

you noticed the wrapping

more specifically, the ribbon tying the bunch together

the ribbon with the exact logo of the florist you were currently in

and the only people that had access to the ribbon was yourself, mrs. lee and jeongin

you certainly hadn’t given it to yourself

and you highly doubted mrs. lee was in love with you

which only left. . .

y a n g  j e o n g i n

and you knew exactly what kind of message to give him back

“hey jeongin what’s that on your locker??”

he looked to where seungmin was pointing and he saw

“a tulip i think” he bit his lip to hide his smile, untaping the flower from his locker

“why would someone do that?” seungmin asked

“no clue” he shrugged his shoulders

Tulips - representing the first declaration of love in Victorian flower language.