@notfrsale !!

" so .. boba ? no homework , no responsibilities , just boba ?? " complete with a tiny grin and all .

❛  i  have  to  do  this  alone .  ❜ (from Minsung. Also welcome back ^^)

@r3dblccd // nothing but vulnerable

oh his heart aches in two , helpless and hapless , so close he can reach out and feel minsung's hurt in his veins and yet so far that he is unable to do anything but help as he so desires to . it is a not uncommon ache that lingers in his lungs , pollutes his veins , blackens his everything . as the first , the very beginning , the one who took his breath with the universe's conception , it is only second nature to stare from afar and yearn in aching , burning , desperately lonely desire . even now , boundless being bound in a paper thin body , even now - jiwon cannot hide the utter hurt in his soul . not with the way he frowns , deep and morose .

he wants to reach out and , almost , briefly , does he . " why ? " always the questioner , always wondering why , why , why ? why must he be stuck in a body that wishes to render itself apart with the expansion of the cosmos ? why must he be forsaken to be separated from his beloved kin , lightyears from where they all belong ? why must he bear witness pain , and hurt , so intimately close as he does now ? his frown turns a little sharper , less pained and more determined , star - bright surety in gaze . " i'm here . why must you do this alone ? "

@foxmists !!

" they should make it legal to scream your head off in libraries . " anxious stress is a permanent fixture to features and , really , one scream is all kwangsu needs.

@fruitjam !!

" how .. how do you do it ? " perhaps he should think before he speaks , as minjun is only too sure the woman getting off stage deals with nonsense nightly .

@wcvensouls !!

" is my words okay ?? " curious and almost cautious query , tongue unsteady yet determined wrapped 'round portuguese .

@wcvensouls !!

" d - dance with me . " an almost petulant little question , a demand for attention in the midst of a crowded club .

“we share a braincell and it’s my turn to use it today.” / sehyun to hyunjun

@wcvensouls // some meme !!

hyunjun's head lolls over the couch's arm , a hazy little grin making its way across corners of lips and nestling 'pon expression comfortably , amusedly . it's his day off , no classes and no intention of doing streaming today as he would any other off day ; it's his day off , and he fully intends to drag sehyun ( and eventually mina ) onto their bed , responsibilities be damned .

he tugs free the earbud nestled in right ear , upside down smile growing a scant wider . " you can keep it today , babe . and keep it tomorrow and forever , i'm kinda over having thoughts . " no thoughts , head empty , just him and his bed and his partners . " actually no , give it to mina , she can be the smart one . you should c'mere . "

@levitateing !!

“ eyes still closed ? ” of course they would be , with the way jiwon has his hands settled over milo’s eyes and is carefully , oh so very carefully , navigating him through the park , voice quiet as he warns ‘ careful now , there’s a rock right there ’ or ‘ go slower , it’s gravel now , not grass ’ . there is a giddiness that bleeds into his voice , his actions , his very gaze , and it is a miracle the cosmos does not trip either of them up in his eager excitement to get to their destination . “ promise we’re almost there , just a little further . ”

@lovetilts !!

“ d’you wanna run errands together ? i gotta be a responsible adult , and lowkey need you to make sure i don’t walk into traffic or something . ” not that hyunjun is prone to - he just has both of his earbuds in with the music turned up to eleven , so he doesn’t really pay attention sometimes . “ i’ll buy you lunch ? and snacks ? ”

❛  why  are  you  still  here ?  ❜ / daeho and ivy . for pain purposes !

@oldspoet // nothing but vulnerable

beneath his skin like a disease , like the fragile bones barely holding his entire being together , like the literal universe in his blood - that's what she is , to him . a disease , an expansion , everything . perhaps that is why her words , so gentle and quiet , can sting like his own nails dragging harsh lines through his back to free the ink in his body . he winces , unable to school stoic features in time ( perhaps in the half - gloom of a barely lit room can he hide it ) . he winces , and then his jaw clenches until he swears he will shatter teeth beneath teeth . why is he here , indeed ? this - what this began as - was never supposed to last as it should . daeho was never supposed to listen to her jokes with chagrin curling corners of lips , a beautiful sunshine smile spilling onto features ; he was never supposed to stay .

he feels weak , all at once . it crashes through his core , settles in his gut like a leaden weight , and a muscle tics in jaw . his fingers curl until they are fists , until nails kept just long enough to scratch dig into meat of palms with intent to draw blood . when gaze meets ivy's , it is with carefully crafted vitriol ; with the same venom and disregard as once upon a time ago ( it is foreign , a mask , a lie ). "to get my shit . you want me gone , let me hear you say it and i'll go ." can she hear the almost desperation tinging vowels and slinging through consonants ? can she see the way he glares her down that he means anything but venomous words ?

❛  i  can’t  do  this  without  you .  ❜ / our og asayu !!! <3

@oldspoet // nothing but vulnerable

mottled purple colors ridges of knuckles , a new motley of bruises from the most recent of excursions into the world in desperate search for humanity in its rawest form . he's distracted by the deep hue of it , unwilling to lift gaze just yet to meet his ; unwilling to face head on the very reason his heart is galloping dangerously beneath tight ribcage . everything is so familiar yet eggshell - fragile ; one misstep and chunyu might just destroy what tentative relationship they've formed again ( and that scares him more than the final goodbye shared once upon a time ago ; he cannot do this alone , he refuses to ).

but oh he is a romantic ; oh he is so foolishly gone for asahi that every word drags his attention from wherever it dares wanders . gaze lifts to seek out warm gaze and his heart skips a pathetic beat . foolishly in love ; happily in love ; moonstricken . he reaches out , with the same hand bruised purple and black , and he tightens digits where they interlock in perfection , and familiarity ( how could they have thought that this perfect interlocking was wrong , and unneeded in that time ? foolish idiots ). he tugs forth hand until he can brush a feather - light peck to ring finger , a promise and a vow and a determination . " together , okay ? "

❛  don’t  run  away  from  this .  ❜ from lara

@wcvensouls // nothing but vulnerable

he is freezing cold , shoulders shivering beneath threadbare shirt , arms locked 'round scrawny torso as if he can fight the frigidness icing his veins over . it's been one too many days since something intoxicating and noxious has made a home of his lungs , and he is starving . starving , and pitiful , and desperate for something that lara cannot provide . he stares blankly at her , at the way worry and ache and something forbidden colors her expression dark . he is freezing , iced over like the ocean's depth , and he shies away , retreating into threadbare clothes .

run away . flee . hide . get away from here . it's as prominent in insu's thoughts as the starvation is underneath his flesh . he wants to flee , to seek out touch that hurts where it barely pricks into conscious mind , to seek out noxious pleasures so that he knows he is still alive , and here . he shakes his head , vicious and rabid and desperate . what is he saying no to ? to her presence , soothing and aching comfort in her warmth ? to her help , careful and gentle where he does not deserve it ? yes , no , he does not know . he shivers , gaze hollowed out , expression pinched and pained . " f'ck off . " he doesn't mean it , tone lacking vitriol . ( ' sorry , please stay ' is what is meant instead ).

❛  thank  you  for  being  gentle  with  me .  ❜ from minako

@wcvensouls // nothing but vulnerable

dawn is creeping over the horizon , if the way baby pink and tangerine orange begins to dance in between blinds barely cracked , if the way the static in his ears is intense and oppressive despite the hum of melodies twirling through his mind . their third has tapped out hours ago , despite boasting to last the longest in their impromptu all - nighter , and he is caught pinned underneath legs strewn over lap and arms tugged 'round waist . he smiles , dopey and sleep - deprived , and he turns to seek out his only competitor in all of her beautiful , beautiful glory .

fingers lift to brush along curve of cheek , trailing over soft skin to press into corner of lips in gentle ministrations , in mindless need to sate the starvation in his lungs , in dopiness brought upon by the lack of sleep . hyunjun's lids flutter , sleep creeping in at the edges of his vision - he is one deep , slow inhale before he , too , taps out . but her words filter in between dulcet notes weaved between thoughts , and gaze blinks to meet hers - mina comes into blurry , slow focus . she's beautiful , and such a thought renders him mute for an infinitesimal moment . gorgeous , beautiful . " anything f'you , baby . " he tries to assure that her heart is cradled safely in his hands . but words are not his strong suit , and exhaustion dims his vocabulary even further . ' i love you ' as much as he can manage it now , when dawns blossoms .

❛  you  don’t  have  to  tell  me .  ❜ from seulbi

@wcvensouls // nothing but vulnerable

silence presses into the recesses of mind , threatening to suffocate him if he breathes too deep . it's dark , and for a moment , daeho thinks that she has drifted to sleep . the itch in his fingers , the bone - deep need in his bones is urging him to kick the covers off and to flee - to seek something that sets his heart thundering a roar in his chest once more . but he freezes ; her fingers are scalding hot and icy cold where they begin to trail along collarbone in gentle intimacy , and it takes strength from deep within to not flinch violently away . ( it takes something else entirely to relax beneath her inquisitive touch )

silence , and then - her voice . seulbi is quiet when she speaks , an almost whisper that shatters the silence . ' you don't have to tell me '. and , for a moment , an instinctive snarl rests on tip of tongue - ' i don't owe you a fuckin' thing '. for a moment he tempts the idea of snatching her fragile wrist away , squeezing tight , tighter than she likes and begs for , until a pitiful whimper falls instead . for a moment he tempts the idea and reaches down to curl calloused fingers over her wrist . but then it dissipates when her fingers trail over heart instead , held loose now in ring of fingers . instead he breathes in deep , slow , anchoring , drowning and suffocating . instead he squeezes in gentle , quiet appreciation .

❛  did  you  ever  care  about  me ?  ❜ / farrah and hojin :')

@oldspoet // nothing but vulnerable

oh his heart hurts , painful and tender and open - wound fresh . he knows these words like he knows laughter , and smiles , and too intimate touch for someone who does not seek it , who shies away from it because it is foreign and too much ( too much , he is simply too much ) . his heart hurts , and he cannot even look her in the eye , cheeks scarlet not from flushed pleasure or howling laughter but shame , shame , dirty guilty shame . he cares , burning bright , painfully so . he cares , and hojin knows that it hasn't always been as obvious as it should ( as she deserves ) . so he keeps his gaze cast aside , like a kicked puppy , as if he can hide the fact that her words stab into his chest , as if looking elsewhere but her gaze will give him the courage he needs .

" i - . " stuttered word , tongue too thick in mouth , choking whatever he intended to say . coward . he swallows thickly , tries to swallow his heart back into his chest from where it is crying out in pity and hurt and a desperate plea . " why do you think i don't ? " turn the conversation's spotlight away from him to her , question why it isn't obvious with the way he drapes himself over her shoulders , pulls farrah onto his lap , forces his way into her personal space because he cares , and cares , and loves so much it hurts .

''you make me feel safe.''

@foxmists // reassurance !!

it is not an unfamiliar sentiment , coaxing from very recesses of ink-drowned memories faceless voices whispering comfort , and praise , and exaltation until words bled together in cacophony . it is not completely foreign , and yet he still does not know how to find the words to respond in gratitude , or surprise , or further reassurance . it coaxes a knit to frown 'twixt brows , for all of a half minute before expression smooths into something aoyun can only hope exudes kindness ( the same kindness an unfeeling star , millions of eons away can exude in a lonely human clinging to earth ) .

" faceless beings invoke a sense of shamelessness , where guards are forgotten and glittering is only . " expression purses before fluttering into a small smile , as if the curve of lips can reassure her that odd words are meant to do anything but confuse . " drown in faceless beings for as long as drowning is oxygen . "