#brb making a flower dictionary

[echofades]

I give you my story, Alice, to add to yours, because you have a voice, a great big beautiful voice, and now is the time to use it. THE LOST FLOWERS OF ALICE HART (2023)

[jihoonscafe]

❧ x.mh | quiet

foreign exchange! minghao/ the8 + reader

word count : 1639 words. genre : angst but like ,, depressing kind synopsis : he was quiet, always quiet, and the one who could make him smile, was too busy smiling because of someone else.

✐ jsahfskdhfds im sorry minghao stans brb. djshf i know i keep promising to write fluff here but damn ur girl ain’t deliverin im sorry !! i will try to post a fluff one soon aksdhfsdfg (maybe with a specific tall nerd n mornings tsk tsk no spoilers). grab some cleenex but not too much bcuz u will feel bad for the boy ?? but guilty for (most probs) lovin that jun action.

Everything was quiet.

It was the way he liked it, after all there were no chattering students speaking in much too rapid English for his poor ears and much too stressed swearing for his soft heart. He had always been a home-schooled child, who went to college, free-spirited and happy, and was asked to take part in a foreign exchange.

His father, forever talking about character development, had instantly approved of this idea and had signed up poor old Minghao for it before he could raise a voice of objection, and in only a few months of extreme English classes and explanations on American culture and ways of lifestyle, he had been flown off miles away from the only place he had ever called home.

He was a dancer, from the very roots of his soul, and if everywhere his recessant shy personality and stuttering english scared people away from a too long conversation, nothing could scare him as he danced. It was the universal language of the body, the one which held the grace and eloquence of the most sophisticated words one could find in a dictionary, like the one in his backpack for bad situations.

As his program was about dance, he was to train with a group of Asian-American choreographers, and find out how the cultures and the styles of dance meshed, learning how they learned and how they held themselves as they danced.

He stood in the place where this very practice was held, a classy building in the middle of the town’s hotspots, in a floor of thousands little gray studios, cool from the incessant air conditioning and the ambiance of how he had always imagined the inside of a dance studio would look like.

It was so different.

Back home, his second and true home had always been the small dance studio, only a few blocks from his college, with the ugly yellow wallpaper and weathered wooden floor which made this place look beautiful aesthetically. But at home, there was the old woman who always greeted him warmly with her smile and gave him snacks on nights he slept there, and there were the walls of that place, though not aesthetic, held so many of his firsts, held so many precious memories.

His first kiss had been against that wall, his first dance injury had been from the wall, his first breakdown had been by the wall. The walls had taken his blood, sweat and tears over the years.

They made this place look like the ice palace Elsa makes in Frozen. Cold, and unwelcoming, as if made of pure ice.

No one smiles at him here, but then again nobody even looks at him enough to flash him a smile.

Well, except you.

You, who danced with the more experienced choreographers at the studio, and who often made choreographies which featured in the dance channel the studio shared. You, who was warm and kind, who smiled at him, and everybody else around you and made the ice around him thaw with that melting crinkle of your eyes as you laughed.

You, who he admires so much, for the fluidity of the way you moved and the poise you held as you walked, for the kindness to each, the way you even took him and talked to him even if he couldn’t speak that fiery English you were famous for, the way you even learned the slightest bit of Chinese to greet him comfortably in the mornings and reserved those dazzling smiles for him when he came in, feeling grey.

You, who never makes him feel quiet.

You, who looks at his mentor like he was the stars, unaware that they actually resided permanently in your eyes, and often twinkled when you laughed at one of those horrible puns which he would never understand.

His mentor, also known as, Wen Junhui, the only one in the studio who Minghao had seen swear in such rapid Mandarin after a wrong step that even he had been confused as to what exactly had been the jumble of inappropriate words which fell from his mouth.

Minghao had met him on his second month here, when all the dancers had gotten over their excitement of foreign exchange students with too much sun and a natural blush to their warm skins, and he had been lonely for the first time in quite a bit of time. Back home, he had never been shy because he had had those friends ever since he had come out of the womb and thus their friendship was natural, no introductions needed when the age of awkwardness had hit him.

When he moved, he had things to say but because he wasn’t confident in his English to that point, he avoided it and chewed on his lips, swallowing any words other than his introductions, and basic nods and refusals.

He had so much to say, so many jokes he knew would make people laugh, would make you laugh, but because he was never sure how you would feel when he would say it, he shut up inside himself.

Jun had been the one teaching the choreography then to the males of the group before they headed in for the duet with the girls, since the dance was to a duet song and him and you had been the ones to choreograph it, like always. The ones with the best flow together, he had heard people say and while it killed him to say it because of the little crush he had developed on you over the weeks, but it was utterly true. You both danced like twin fires, bringing such life to a performance, it became from art to masterpiece.

Minghao was stuck on the last move, which was where he would hold the girl while making eyecontact, and while his hands were easy because it was mindless touching when it came to dance, eye to eye contact was rarely forgotten and it made him flustered beyond belief, so much so that Jun told him he could try it with him once to see if it was better then.

That led to Minghao bursting out into laughter as he held Jun, who chuckled at the boy’s shy antics before ruffling his hair and telling him he was the cutest of the bunch .. in Chinese which made Minghao blush before slipping himself back into the group, only one thought rampant in his mind.

He knew why you liked the boy, he was so .. alive.

So the dance began and Minghao watched as Jun and you took the stage, the soft tune of the romance song playing in the background and the people in the room seemed to collectively coo at the gentleness of Jun’s touch on your waist, and the way you both smiled at each other, like the other held the answers to the world’s biggest test.

It had been then that he had realised two things, that he had a major crush on you.

And that you adored Wen Junhui more than anything.

The very thought had hurt him then.

But now, as he sat on the roof of the building, his feet dangling off the side, swinging gently from side to side as if they had no energy to move, as if they were feeling the lethargy of the city down below which had not yet woken up to feel the sunlight rain upon it, he, for once, was not quiet.

Instead, he sang a small song, an old Chinese lullaby his mother had once hummed to him when he was but a child, when he hadn’t woken up in the morning. The tune had always made him smile, and even now he did. The words flowed off his tongue naturally, a calm tune produced from his slender throat, as his tears silently fell from his dark eyes.

This lullaby now held another side to the coin, like he had always believed everything did, nothing had only one side to it, every thing or person or being had a good side and a bad side, and it seemed like his dear tune from the depths of his memories had its own crushing bad side.

Only the night before, when his limbs had ached and he had almost fell to crumble on the ground rather than go back to his gloomy dorms, which were never the different colour from this place anways, he had heard it, the lullaby, quietly float out from one of the practice rooms, and when he had been close to crying from feeling his homesickness eat away at him from the sound of something his dearest mother would sing to him, he realised whose voice it was.

Crawling as sneakily as he could have with his malfunctioning limbs, he had peeked into the nearest lit room and saw Jun sitting against the mirror, singing the lullaby quietly, to you, who lay with your head on his thighs, eyes drooping as he smiled and leaned down to give you the softest kiss on your forehead, as if he was touching the sweetest of flowers.

Minghao’s fingers had loosened their hold on the railing which was holding him up and he had scrambled to his feet, running as fast as his legs could take him until he was looking at the stars again, and that is where he slept and woke up under the only thing which could connect him back home, the sky, and the stars which you stole away from it inside your eyes, the ones which reflected in Jun’s love-glazed eyes as he kissed you.

As the tune died out into the sound of the first cars of the day starting up and beginning to run on the streets, his wet eyes fluttered shut.

He was quiet once again.

[pinkhourvenus]

thanks to my beloved bby @sofiafabulousphan for tagging me!! im finally doing this after procrastinating HAAHA ILY

Rules: if you do it, tag a few blogs that you adore.

What’s your favoUrite song to sing/hum? UlgO ShIpJi aNhAAAA

What is your favorite flower/tree/plant? 

i’ve nvr paid much attention to plants cause as a kid i was quite good at science except the plants part.But there was one point when i actually searched up different flowers and the meaning of it cause i was interested in making clay necklaces based off the flowers as a gift to my friends lmao. call me mainstream but i think i like roses the best?Like all the different coloured ones symbolises different things and i personally find myself very interesting in a way that if my personality was written as a book it would be those huge ass dictionaries in libraries. I like trees a lot mainly because its really hot in mlysia therefore trees are there to be my shade. also!! trees that bear fruits (mango,rambutan’,papaya) except for durian trees HAHA

Favorite colour?black,light pink and red!

What do you always doodle (if you ever do doodle anything)? 

eyes? i have a lot of artistic friends and they draw really well so they taught me how to draw an eye, i mostly write hangul tho for practice rather than doodle

How do you make your coffee/tea? (if you don’t like those: What is your favorite hot drink?)

i lovEee tea. Iced tea, hot tea,herbal tea, i really love it all :DD but my fav iced tea would be iced peach tea and as for hot tea i’ve been drinking this rose with french vanilla tea (fAnCY HAHA) cause my previous fav which was peppermint and honey finished *cries*. the way i make it is pretty universal, just dump the teabag in the cup then pour hot water over it lmao im lazy. I like coffee like lattes!! ice lattes are nice and i really like instant packet coffee (am i the only one HAHA)

Favorite candle scent? Vanilla tbh ikea used to sell the cookie scented ones which were my fav but they stopped selling it so oh well 

Sunrise or sunset? sunset! im not a morning person lolol

What perfume do you wear (if you do)? 

meagan got for me the same perfume that cheol used apparently and its called peach blossom from w.dressroom!! i really really like it not cause of cheol but the fact that i really love the smell of peaches though i’ve never smelled them before artificial scents are good enough to convince me HAHA 

What’s your go to dance move when you’re alone?

 i usually headbang most of the time HAHA 

 Favorite quote? live in the moment but don’t regret your actions in the future

Favorite self care thing(s) or routine(s)?

mmm i think i take care of myself by cooking whatever i want to eat. im not the type of person who can starve for the whole day unless im sick. i like feeding myself well so i cook a lot of good food for myself but sadly now my kitchen has been undergoing reno for the past month so i havent gotten a chance to cook lately. also by spoiling myself with whatever i would like to buy AHAHA and if i ever feel sad i would tell myself that i can cry about it but only for a short while cause yknow i gotta move on in life. im a pretty optimistic person and try to look on the bright side or try to make it up lmao i cant stand seeing myself being so sad after whatever shits i’ve been through though its nothing serious 

12. Fuzzy socks or house slippers? bare feet HAHA

13. What colour are your eyes? brb gonna check.ok im back. its a realllly dark brown

14. What’s your favorite eye colour on others? whatever colour that suits them i guess. i dont really care lmao

15. Favorite season? Why?in a tropical country like malaysia we only have three seasons, one where its hot af and doesnt rain for like 6 days, two, where it rains every damn day and floods we could be part of the indian ocean, three, where its fucking hot in the morning and rains like no tmrrw in the evening istg if you’re visiting mlysia pls bring an umbrella with you at all times you never know when it’ll rain. i’ve only experienced winter and summer so far but i believe i’ll like spring a lot! its during my birth month and apparently its cold but quite warm as well? also spring clothing is so cute n i wanna try those special spring food!

16. Cheek, neck or nose kisses?

all i guess lmao i love physical affection

17. What does your happy place look like? a room which serves as a kitchen as well as my bedroom

18. Favorite breed of dog? GOLDEN RETRIEVERS,my neighbour has one and shes the sweetest little bub

19. Do you ever want to be married? If so what colours would you pick for your wedding theme?yep i would like to get married~~ ermm probs some warm yet light colours? rose gold would be nice!

20. Silk or lace? im fine with both 

21. Favorite weather? rainy with no thunder and warm cloudy days~

Tagging; im not sure if yall did this yet but oh well @djstarzx @vermemesol @lynnalai yall are all i have ;-; ily