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mythvoiced · 1 year

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Boram sneaks from behind, even if he feels he might get caught due to sharp senses of a nine-tailed fox. "Hyunnie~" Nickname rolls out of his tongue before he can stop it, hoping he doesn't mind; chin falling atop the other's shoulder. "I got you something! Please turn around," he then straightens his back, takes a few steps back and pulls hands up; showing Hyun a sweater that has a small, embroidered fox on it, "ta-da! Do you like it?" 🥺❤️💝

@theimpalpable | mAKING ME GO STOOPID FOR YEARS

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There’s this thing he can’t ever quite seem to get enough of and that’s the mere idea of witnessing Boram be.

By watching him move to and fro wherever to and fro may be, moving objects as he sees fit, fixing his sleeves, getting comfortable in a seat;

by sniffing out his lingering presence in his office or in his living room or in his bedroom, the faint scent of rain water he always gently carries with himself as if a breeze softly latched onto the hem of his shirt, swaying and moving about and losing droplets of itself wherever he goes;

by feeling the warmth left behind on sheets or the phantom perfect fit of his palm against his or the warmth with which Hyun finds himself sheltered against the glaciers that navigate outside and within him, ice monsters that themselves don’t know what ache they bring;

by tasting the leftovers of a kiss on his lips or licking the remnants of a berry burst behind them off his teeth, berries taken from a box placed into his hands by the rain prince himself;

by listening to the way he moves in his space, the familiar growing noise of the fabrics of his clothes brushing against his skin or the layers beneath them when they’re loose enough to move as they may, free like the rivers he incorporates, by listening to his footfall and how no other step sounds like his, by listening to his laughter or the way his voice sounds when he’s obviously smiling around the words he utters.

By listening to him attempt to sneak up to a fox who’s been trained on whatever he was getting up to behind him, not because he wanted to beat the dragon to something, because he didn’t want to be caught off guard or because he didn’t feel like conceding an advantage, but simply because every sound slightly familiar and Boram-like is captured and focused on, even if it’s just for the purpose of trying not too smile too brightly as the sounds of his feet approach, the way fabric moves, the warmth of his breath once it hits his nape, the scent of all he is, thousands of years of goodness kept save by his scales.

That’s why he stops and pretends he doesn’t know his approaching, and that’s why his pretending is so atrocious, with the way he stands there with nothing of true importance to do - nothing, at least, that strikes him as more valuable than paying attention to the dragon, as he suddenly finds a resting place for his chin on Hyun’s shoulder.

That's why he continues to feign being unperturbed, stands there as though his heart isn't drumming away in his chest with the force of a soon to be bursting volcano, with laughter and sighs of relief embedded into the magma that is just getting started.

As though he isn't digging the top of row of his teeth into his bottom lip and pretending his cheeks don't feel stupidly warm at the nickname and the way it sounds when coated and offered by Boram's voice.

Hyun doesn't get cold too easily or too remarkably or too fast. He's a fox, while not as warm as a dragon, he does think - mere theory on his part here - that he runs hotter than a regular human being. And not only that, he's also always making fashionably sure has no reason to feel any type of autumn or winter breeze.

Though, when it comes to being anywhere near Boram, there's truly no way he could feel the cold even if he put in effort. Every lingering tremble and the image of what his face looks like while he speaks, gently nudges at the flowers of warmth Boram himself had planted in his chest sometime during the first time they'd spoken one another's names.

And he'd thought them wilted. Turns out they just needed a water dragon to add some rain.

He'll take that without any gift giving because what bigger gift could he ask for than Boram himself?

Which doesn't at all mean he's not excited about the prospect of a gift. If the way he's momentarily distracted from pouting at himself for blushing like a TV character, the mention of 'I got you something' does throw in that instant sparkle of curiosity and eagerness Hyun imagines people like to attribute to gumihos.

If he gave enough of a care to figure out how people feel about gumihos.

He's too busy. Turning around and starting at Boram with wide, curiously blinking eyes, shamelessly eager to be the recipient of-

The sound he makes is unworthy of a fox spirit, a creature described to be especially violent, blood-thirsty, feasting upon hearts and livers for the joy of it and not the nutrition, and not to mention classy and conniving as well, dangerous beasts with the minds of trickster gods.

They shouldn't let out a delighted yelp and snatch a sweater out of a literal dragon's hands. The phone Hyun was pretending to keep himself busy on is unceremoniously placed into said dragon's hands, accompanied only by a 'hold this real quick please'.

Then he instantly drags the sweater over his head and whatever boring, now most definitely completely irrelevant t-shirt he was wearing underneath. Fuck that t-shirt. This is where it's really at.

He grabs the hem of the sweater to tug at it lightly, showing off the little fox on his chest.

He grins up at Boram, as if this is something they've accomplished that they've fought centuries to achieve or maybe more accurately as though Hyun will one day burst with the way Boram makes every spec of existence within him feel like it's never been alive before the moment he looks into Boram's eyes, every time a-new.

"I love it," he whispers, as if sharing a secret or probably because speaking loudly would take too much time away from the way he's reaching out now to grab the front of what Boram's wearing and tug him closer. Because Hyun is pretty decent at saying 'thank you' and 'please'.

But if he gets to do so by kissing the air out of Boram's lungs, even better.

#theimpalpable #the model;hyun #our history is stained with blood but we grew flowers on this hill and shielded each other from the storm;boram & hyun #even the tallest of fox trees will long for this kind of gentlest rain;yeong boram #this is so old and i am SO SO SOrry over how long it took me I HAD HALF written it already and THEN #i simply did NOT LIKE IT i felt dissatisfied BUT I THINK NOW IT'S GOOD ENOUGH == HOPEFULLY #TO SHOWCASE HYUN'S MAXIMUM SIMPING WHEN I TELL YOU I DIE DAILY OVEr HYUram please know i mean it #EVEry littlest and biggest thing you've ever sent my way NO matter how old it is rests in my chest as though #it is the thing keeping me alive THE battery to my heart SO I HOPE THIS IS OKAY AND I LOVE YOU SO #;answered

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mythvoiced · 4 months

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@theimpalpable | 👀🦊🐲

"It's like a little fantasy of sorts, maybe, I guess," relationships should be about communication, right? And Hyun has never met a more communicative person than chief of her heart, owner of her being, key to just about any lock of hers, Yeong Boram. If there's anyone who would welcome her, no, if there's anyone who'd want her to be open about... mundane and deep things alike... it'd be him, right?

Then why does it feel so terribly... flustering, still?

She makes a point out of keeping her leaning into the counter behind her with complete and utter nonchalance, so much nonchalance, in fact, that it looks forced.

"You know, I thought... it'd be nice? I could show up at the office and... 'oh, who's that, is that your girlfriend? Wow! How'd you guys meet' and everyone would tell you how pretty I am - because I am, but that's besides the point, I don't want the compliments-"

She's peeling an apple she's lost interest in eating ten minutes ago, which is probably why she's taking so long with it. Or maybe she's taking so long because if she had this conversation without anything to keep her hands busy, she'd actually feel more than a little flush of embarrassment.

Seriously, is it getting hot in here, or-

"Maybe... It sounds silly, I don't need reassurance, I promise, but... I don't know. Could be... fun?"

#theimpalpable #the model;hyun #our history is stained with blood but we grew flowers on this hill and shielded each other from the storm;boram & hyun #HELLO AGAIN TO ALEX'S ACTIVITY!!!! sorry for randomly tagging you in FRESH OFF THE APPLE TREE FRUIT CONTENT!!!!!#I was suddenly violently overcome with just how much I missed writing this asshole for Boram so??#IDK I HOPE IT'S OKAY? obviously feel free to skip over it i am SHOOTING MY SHOT and ACCEPT ALL OUTCOMES!!#i just figured 'welp if she'd like it how would you know if you never POSTED IT-'#but crisis aside HYELLO~ i hope it's okay to have this in established hyuram phase~#wanted to see Hyun sneakily suggest she'd love the idea of people looking at them and recognizing them as a couple #in male presenting that'd be harder to pull off but let's not remind them right now that's a crisis for another day-- ONE THING AT A TIME--#like... the prose is severely understating how much Hyun's anxiety is actually spiking here--#LOVE YOU SO MUCH LOADSA HOPE YOU'RE SUPERS WELL ��#;queue

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mythvoiced · 4 months

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(but wait, I also have a whipped dragon too I'M; ALSO FEEL FREE to do anything you wish with this IWHEDIHED ♥︎♥︎♥︎) There he goes, this azure dragon taking a soft hold of Hyun's face. The softest he can, despite calloused hands. "Here you are." He says with the brightest of smiles, one palm moving as to caress the side of their face, fingertips sliding up, getting to brush part of their hair. "The most beautiful being I've ever seen." And he leans in, pressing several kisses to their cheek; almost in a playful tempo. "Gorgeous Ruby and Onyx." Voice turns even more dulcet before kissing cheek again, this kiss being more tender than the others; lingering.

@theimpalpable | oh GOSh the inventors of Love-

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It's difficult for themself, sometimes, remembering where they are.

The room looks familiar enough, warm and cozy, permeated by the familiar scent of rain and warmth, or safety, in other words, in the embrace of scales and hands seemingly designed to make them feel like the world might just be that good a place they'd originally thought it to be.

But love doesn't get rid of scars or reprogram a brain to forget its carved instincts to keep itself and its attached body safe. As much as Hyun wants it to, Boram can't chase all the ghosts away.

No, that's... a bad way to phrase it. Hyun doesn't want Boram to chase their ghosts away, that's not a responsibility that should be placed upon him, not when they keep their heart so very safe already, not when they genuinely already do more for them during those days than they'd sometimes cared to put in the effort to do for themself - the really bad ones, where 'fuck it' was just easier than the exhausting feat of looking after themself.

But Hyun would like to be... better in a way good enough that Boram won't ever have to worry about the potentials of the thought of... well, does it mean anything when not even Boram can make the really bad... better?

And then he flies right in again, their rainy prince, as if he'd developed a sixth sense for when Hyun's 'bad' had unfortunately dipped its toes into Boram-related insecurities.

They're detestable.

There are so little things in life they're less certain of than they are Boram. Loving Boram is a certainty that lacks words, no amount of their language developing ever since they first met has come with new ways to better describe what it is like for Hyun to love Boram.

Boram is as good to him as air is, except even air can be too much if arranged wrong - been reading some science texts, huh? Even too much oxygen can kill, there's never 'too much' Boram in Hyun's life.

Detestable, and an easy way to slip into another rabbit hole.

And then...

And then suddenly Hyun is being asked to pay attention to their lighthouse and anchor, to the one thing they can be certain of, no matter whether they should be allowed to love this much or not. Their beautiful, kind dragon, who creates an empire and uses the money to make gardens, who still knows them after centuries, who looks at them and the past they shared and finds it in himself to love them anyway, no matter what might have tied them together at first.

Hyun succumbs to the hands on their face. It's easy to relax into them, a natural, instant response, slumping into something safe and comfortable. They feel like they might look a little silly, unaware of how fragile their features have become, that little twitch that had moved from wide-eyed intrigue to something small and sad, before the sense of belonging had overtaken their face and painted a soft sigh into it instead.

The kisses make them smile, and even that is slightly wounded at the corners.

The pet name, the wordy compliment in colours, makes them giggle. Their cheeks are already rosy under Boram's lips, they're half tempted to half-heartedly smack them for making them any redder. They could forego pinching them for a blush effect at this point.

Their eyes flutter shut at the last kiss.

It's more than even Boram might be able to put into words, what that kiss means, how it both makes them shatter in Boram's hands, and puts them back together in a way that makes sense.

They open their eyes again with a soft prayer sent to the Heavens that they may get to keep this a little longer.

No matter what.

There's nothing they wouldn't do for their prince.

"Here I am," they whisper back, placing one hand on the back of one of Boram's. If poets could see the look in Hyun's eyes as they meet Boram's, would they find the words?

"I mean, I think I am," they add, more cheekily, "you can kiss again to make sure, though, if you'd rather~"

#theimpalpable #the model;hyun #our history is stained with blood but we grew flowers on this hill and shielded each other from the storm;boram & hyun #i haven't... written for Hyun in so long I hadn't even realized?? OH I'M A COMPLETE SHAM #also i have things of yours in my inbox that is literally years old and i am So Sorry that i never realized how much time had passed #crazy stupid brain over here thinks time passes differently on the big ol' web #i want to reply to them anyway as time progresses maybe it's even somewhat fun?? to receive these now?? ;;;#but obviously if you'd rather not see any of these again that is SOOO understandable literally just let me know ♥#in the meantime SIMPS~#;queue

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mythvoiced · 2 years

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🌼, 🍬, 💘, 👍 (for Hyun 👀)

@theimpalpable | sex+romance headcanons!

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🌼 Would my muse prefer a big wedding or a small wedding? ALEX!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! FKGHJ ;; Small wedding~ Just close connections, Miyoung, Seona, of course, who would Boram like to invite? :eyes: VERY IMPORTANT QUESTION, ALEX, I—NO okay but, getting my brain back into serious mode, I do think a small wedding. Even before captivity, and even more so after, Hyun’s always been a rather private person, especially with his feelings, his affections. He likes to keep things as these within close quarters, it’s his way of treating them as special as they are to him, by being selective with whom he shares them with, who he’d even let know, you know? So something homely, with home-cooked food, maybe, something that gives off the vibes of a garden tea party (I am weeping on the floor-) BUT WHAT ABOUT BORAM?? Because if Boram would prefer a big wedding, Hyun’s renting a stadium-

🍬 Is my muse a sub, dom, or switch? Touched upon before, but only in a general context. In a Boram-specific context, I feel the answer is a little clearer, while also sounding messier because of the Lena-Writing-It-Factor, oh boy- Intimacy is all about trust, Hyun would argue, no matter the nature of the intimacy. I’ve glubbered and blabbered before about Hyun’s reaction and relationship to first instances of physical intimacy and how it’d take him a moment to sort of crawl his way passed the various bases (which I find a silly way to refer to it, but also, linguistically speaking? Kind of cool~). Now, since this is all about trust to him, sort of losing all tension within him, I do think Hyun would naturally take on a more submissive role. Of course, I am of the idea, and my muses’ preferences probably reflect that, that preferences shape themselves according to the dynamic created between the given partners, so going into things stubbornly demanding to have it one way, I’m not quite sure if that would even work without it being at someone’s expense. And Hyun is the same, in the end things would settle into place between Boram and Hyun, I THINK OBVIOUSLY ALWAYS CORRECT ME WHEN I SPEAK OF BORAM, naturally and the dynamic would show itself as things happened, for lack of better way of phrasing it fkhlgkhlj. As a first response, reaction, instinct, Hyun would be more on the submissive side of things, though, because it’s almost his way of showing ‘I trust you completely’? But, honestly, it’s all about what’s preferred, sought out, in the given moment, he could just as easily take on a more dominant role if that’s how things are turning into, he’s not negated nor repulsed by the idea, honestly, he’s in it for the intimacy with Boram, he--

💘 What are the ways my muse says ‘I love you’ without actually saying it? COOKING~!! It makes my heart soars in ways I cannot hope to describe that I sort of know some answers here also from things we’ve spoken about before~ I LOVE YOU SO~ ♥ Ahem, so, cooking most definitely, generally things that show care for Boram’s well-being? Asking to be texted when he gets home, checking in at the first sign of exhaustion, paying enough attention, to notice if Boram is more exhausted than usual/slept less than usual. Remembering Boram’s preferences without ever wanting to make it obvious, because he doesn’t want it to be noticed in turn, he doesn’t like to be praised for caring, but remembering colours, tastes in particular. Remembering, I think, is a big deal. Noticing, you know? I don’t know if this counts, traditionally at least, as ways of saying ‘I love you’ without actually saying it, but it’s what came to me when I thought about it for Hyun. Watching. Paying attention. What upsets Boram and keeping it away from him, what brings him joy and bringing it closer to him. Never with the intent or methods that would take agency away from Boram, but, if he’s picking a film, why pick something that would upset him? And if he’s preparing them dinner, why not choose a flavour he knows Boram likes, if he can?

👍 Does my muse prefer to be asked on a date, or would they rather do the asking? BOTH! Hyun is particularly enamoured by the idea of things just… settling into place casually, if that makes sense? Hand holding because they can and because it’s natural and right for it to happen this way. He likes the idea of going somewhere and just considering it a date, he’s absolutely dramatic, of course, he will do dramatic things, but he’s also… Well, I’m leaving that in even though it might not make too much sense, but to try and answer better, and focus more on the actual question, most definitely both. He likes the idea of it just… coming up, without either party holding back because the other must ask. He wouldn’t care who asked more often, who had which idea, asking out for a date is ‘hey, want to spend some time together in a context that is specifically romantic?’, a question he both likes to ask and answer yes to.

#theimpalpable #the model;about #but also!!!!#our history is stained with blood but we grew flowers on this hill and shielded each other from the storm;boram & hyun #MANDATORY! I REFUSE TO POST IT WITHOUT FHKLGFGJLHG THEIR TAG I'm making no sense these days all I know is that!!!#I'M HERE AND READY TO STAN AND ADORE!!#I HOPE THESE ARE ENTERTAINING TO READ AND MAKE ANY SENSE?? ;W; OFC THESE HAD TO BE WRITTEN #with Boram in mind bc it's not just sex + romance headcanons in here it's SPECIFICALLY with Boram bc WHO ELSE WHO ELSE MY FRIENDS WHO-#thank you SO MUCH for sending these in FOR LETTING ME SCREAM ABOUT THINGS FKLHGFHJFGK I LOVE YOU SO HOPE YOU'RE HAVING A MOST WONDERFUL DAY #the only downside of me writing these offline and THEN queueing them is that if i had any other thoughts in regards i forgot them-- KLDFGJGH #i have a very small brain and a very distracted one at THAT--#i'll give you some MORE fun facts~ when I first made Hyun he'd given me the vibes of a more sexually active and a more sexually casual #muse especially if contrasted with the rest of my folks- BUT!! thanks to YOUR MOST WONDERFUL BRAIN and the #UNPARALLELED opportunity to yell back and forth about hyuram I have managed to actually semi-establish these things and at the very #least most definitely uncover more about Hyun in this context that is actually ACCURATE to them and FOR THE GIFT AND BLESSING #of allowing me just by being you to develop my muses this way? I--- I WILL INVENT A CURRENCY TO PAY FOR IT #also why is that gif major Hyun moments before smiling and saying something to Boram he shouldn't say in public #;queue #;answered

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mythvoiced · 2 years

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@theimpalpable | ❛ it wasn’t the same without you ❜ (hyURAM) hieu minh nguyen - not here

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Sometimes it feels as though they’re made of confessions, secrets spilled that are not quite secrets, laid gently to rest into an awaiting opening chest. Confessions because sometimes glances and contact isn’t enough, because Hyun brushes his palm along Boram’s and trails their finger up their wrist, gentle nothingness on his forearm, and the silence embraces them as if it has finally relented into giving them peace.

But they’ve had plenty of silence before, half a mile of death-stench stretching between them, along with all the shadows of the things even their minds were struggling to incorporate into souls typically more resilient than the average human’s.

There was silence broken by ragged breaths and skin stitching itself back together, and silence spanning across centuries as neither of the two of them knew where to even reach out to, if they wanted to reach out at all.

There’s silence that screams with the loudness of their love whenever they make eye contact now, when Hyun scoots closer and doesn’t seem intent on quitting their ministrations, the gentle worship of Boram’s exposed arms as if there was any need for it, any reason to wait the afternoon away under the cool shade of the tree Boram himself had planted in his company’s garden, there where Hyun had half-forgotten about their picnic and the eyes that might catch them, in favour of embarking onto this quest along Boram’s essence.

But it is silence still, and when it is broken up by the gentle murmur of an ancient river, Hyun finds no reason within them to complain. They perk up instead, eyes flickering from the Hanja they’d begun drawing into Boram’s arm, semi-ghosted touches of nothing but the dragon’s name himself ghost-etched into his skin, just because Hyun has the liberty to touch him, just because it’s no longer a luxury deserved for their dream self, or the corner of their mind who might even yearn for it in broad daylight.

Holding hands, a simple touch, reminding and remembering that they’re both alive, both here, both right now, that they can move as they please, usually simply back into one another’s arms.

It’s fitting, they find. The context of the confession.

And they know Boram loves them. It is one of the few things between Heaven and Hell they are certain about with the same favour and passion they love Boram in turn. It’s a scary thing to admit to oneself, certainity over the feelings someone else harbours in your regards. But it is safe as well, it is comforting like the warmest of duvets in the coldest of winters. There’s no more running here, wringing hands because you don’t know if the other would find reason to hold them, aching chests because you see them from afar and have no excuse to go up to them.

Does that mean that they can swallow confessions offered as if nothing but water to an already stilled stomach?

No, when it comes to that, Hyun has non-stillable thirst and a stomach permanently devoid of the quantity of water they need. May they drown within it, before they’re satisfied, before they can look into Boram’s eyes and watch the gentleness of his expressions, the shape of his mouth as it wraps around his words, and ever tire of it.

There’s a dozen hurricanes raging on in their chest at once, all that makes them feel so alive today, all that makes them look to the sky with a cocky grin and demand it rain hell upon them, they’ll know how to withstand it.

They tilt their head to the side. They used to flame up, pinkish, reddish hue exploding on the tip of their ears, colouring their chest, and in a way, they still do. But rather than watch their fingers twitch and tremble, and their gaze avoid, they meet their own reaction with the overflowing of their heart in their own chest.

Loving Boram has always been easy. Allowing themself to do it, that had been the difficult part. Allowing themself to drag Boram into their feelings, keep him this tightly in their heart, even if he would have never returned, the roots the dragon had taken up there felt as if frozen to the spot, never to be melted by a fire Hyun would never have the guts to hold near them.

But Boram is kind. Boram is patient. Boram is the hand that brushes their hair out of their forehead and feels their temperature whenever they feel feverish, he’s the morning dew from midnight rain slipping into awaiting soil after months of dry, he’s the relief of pressure fading once you slip out of shoes far too small for you, he feels and speaks and acts as though Hyun could claim a thousand years to kiss him once, and he’d wait still.

Hyun would rather not have him wait a moment more.

Their fingers ease up on the caressing and reach for Boram’s face instead, squishing his cheeks with the same familiarity they’ve now woven between each other. They hope Boram sees something similar in Hyun’s own eyes, the gentleness they’ve been saving up for him and only him, the touch of their hand wrapping around his to keep him steady and grounded and help him wade through any boulders and mountains in his way, the stain of sauces and the remnants of spices under their fingertips as a way to ask him to be healthy and never skip meals.

They hope he sees that they’ll always be the chest for him to fall back into, that Boram’s weight is the lightest they could be asked to carry, the only one they’d reach for first.

They pull back, hands slipping off Boram’s cheeks to poke into his shoulders instead, push him back until there’s enough space for the fox to sneak closer, take up what is theirs to take, his time, this space, because foxes can be greedy, and Hyun is not the type of fox to shy away from what is being given to them.

They climb into Boram’s lap because they have about 206 homes and they’re all Boram’s bones, so long as the dragon will allow them to sneak this deeply into his soul, nestled there, where their soul might connect with his until they shape only one.

Hyun finds the back of Boram’s head, the missing long hair they don’t actually miss all that much - every rendition of Boram is the rendition they’ll take there is no better nor worse there is just... him.

They find that familiar scent of dew, rivers, and blue, as they nudge their nose against his, closing their eyes to forget that there even existed a world outside of the arms of their dragon, their dragon, their Boram.

The makeshift softness of his skin where Hyun has memorised his scar to lie just so they can kiss along it whenever the opportunity arises, like right now, soft feather-light pecks across his skin, reverent as day one.

Then the pressing of lips, unmoving, unhurried, a gentle pressure on the dragon’s, a reminder, a remembering, they’re here, he’s here, there’s no more ‘then’, safe for the ‘then’ that shaped them, there’s only the what is to come, what is to grow from here.

Then they lean slightly back, find Boram’s cheeks once more, and squeeze. Tight-lipped, but a smile bursting at the seams, Hyun smiles at Boram with all the glistening the sun so adores to reflect on the open sea.

“Yeong Boram,” they enunciate, alternating between watching the sea move in Boram’s eyes, and looking for their own phantom on his lips. “For as long as I live. And for as long as you’ll have me. You’ll never be without me. Foxes love only once. And even if they didn’t, I know I would. So you won’t ever, ever get rid of me,” they lean in, the space they leave doesn’t have room for more confessions. Or perhaps, it’s the only space they can find to truly live in.

“Never.”

#theimpalpable #the model;hyun #our history is stained with blood but we grew flowers on this hill and shielded each other from the storm;boram & hyun #even the tallest of fox trees will long for this kind of gentlest rain;yeong boram #i have no words i have no idea what happened i absolutely just shut down and let hyun do their thing i HAVE NO IDEA--#FDHKLJHLFG I HOPE??? ANY OF THIS MAKES SENSE??? IT FEELS LIKE IT MIGHT BE A LIL UNCLEAR IN TERMS OF SETTINGS IN SOME CORNERS #basically picnic date in boram's company garden ends with gentle caresses lap straddling and whispered love idk IDK IDK #KFLDJJKHLGFHGJFKLHF I HOPE THIS IS OKAY AND!!! SO SORRY FOR HOW LATE IT TOOK ME TO GET TO THIS #THANK YOU SO SO SO MUCH FOR SENDING THIS IN AND JUST!! FOR EVERYTHING HYURAM!!!!!!!!!!!!#i am currently trying not to giggle like a fool bc i'm acting all unhinged in the tags as usual when i'm actually still floating in outer #space bc hyun really put me through it here how DARE THEY remind me that they invented love these two I-#;queue

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mythvoiced · 2 years

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@theimpalpable | "Is...that my shirt you're wearing?" (Boram saying this with the biggest, dopiest smile to Hyun WIUEHDIUAHKDH) 400 RANDOM DIALOGUE PROMPTS

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Good question.

There is a part of Hyun that almost instantly knee-jerked into an immediate ‘yes, and what about it’, this odd defensiveness that isn’t quite such, but rather the constant impulse to double down and confirm any and all suppositions that colour the fox with blue waves and make him effectively Boram’s in the perception of other.

But responding like this to Boram directly doesn’t really serve that purpose, nor is it a tone of voice Hyun knows how to use when the dragon is involved. He'd dread the moment they should ever argue, because how is he supposed to find the words and cadence he’d need to get his feelings and thoughts across, when the moment he turns Boram will be standing there, looking like that?

Thankfully it doesn’t seem very likely for either of them to intend trapping the other in an argument or mere disagreement that would elicit this type of attitude out of the fox. He doubts he’d even recall how to emulate it, how to fuse that tension back into his bones, how to work up enough nerves, allow his chest to tighten in ways that aren’t the lovestruck reactions he keeps succumbing to with the delight and ease of a diver answering the call of the sea.

No, he doubts he’ll ever turn and not see the sun shine at its brightest, the reflection of sunlight dancing across the still waters of a river muttering sweet nothings and centennial adoration and promises of the likes Hyun thinks only Boram is capable of keeping, only Boram would try to keep.

But that doesn’t mean that the dragon isn’t still very much capable of making him feel rather exposed, put on the spot, in the middle of the other’s kitchen, dressed in little more than the other’s shirt actually, pitter-patting about in the shorts he sleeps in - loose and effective no matter the shape of his form as he wakes into it - stilling momentary hunger with some yoghurt he found in the other’s fridge.

There is a lot going on here that he wouldn’t have even thought to dream up, a few months ago, not even in his wildest, most unrealistic daydreams, those that see him prevail in the face of all that is still blocking him, those that see him navigate the world with ease and only time stretched ahead of him. The wildest he’d ever gotten with those daydreams had brought him back to that cave, away from the blood and the shaking and the ache that never quite seeped back out of his bones, and zeroing in directly on the one ‘what if’ he’d never been able to shake, the ‘what if’ of staying, just a single minute longer, and take Boram’s hand.

But he hadn’t trusted himself farther than that image. What else could he have dreamt up, if he had? What else would he have had to acknowledge and address and never, according to the him of the past, never find closure to? What point is there to wonder if, had he taken his head, maybe one day he would have been asked to not let go of it again?

So why get this far with the daydreaming?

What for, opening that uncut wound?

But now he’s here and even though he’s staring directly back at the dragon, and even though he’s perfectly still safe for the occasional blinking of his eyes, he doesn’t regret, nor does he feel shame.

In fact, he barely cares at all. Not today, not this morning, not while his lips curl into a smile intending on matching the dragon’s, and surpassing it slightly, tipping its toes past the edges of goofy, and throwing in a tilt of his head to accentuate the new idea, the playful faded slightly into the challenging.

“If you’d rather I don’t, you can come take it off.”

#theimpalpable #the model;hyun #our history is stained with blood but we grew flowers on this hill and shielded each other from the storm;boram & hyun #i started writing this and wondering where Hyun's musings would take him - well tbh i also DIED HALFWAY THROUGH when i stumbled into #the imagery of Hyun getting WAY TOO COMFORTABLE AT BORAM'S PLACE BTW I HOPE THAT'S OKAY?#IF YOU FEEL THIS IS TOO MUCH OR IF I GOT AHEAD OF MYSELF OR THREW IN THINGS THAT AREN'T ACCURATE OR DON'T WORK #FOR BORAM OR LITERALLY ANYTHING ELSE PLS LMK RIGHT AWAY I'LL BURN THIS POST TO THE GROUND AND FIX IT ALL ♥♥♥#and then i kept writing and was suddenly reminded of the fact that THIS FOX IS A LIL SHIT WHAT'S THAT LAST LINE FOR SOMEBODY CALL THE POLICE #one of these days i need to sit down and write down some of Hyun's short-circuits bc did i ever mention that Boram can do #the simplest most casual things but Hyun will see something or just Boram in general and his brain will fry because #'how can a single - 1 (one) single dragon be this handsome i need medical attention--' AALKFDJKLFJKHLF #THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR SENDING THESE ASKS IN BUT ALSO THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR BORAM EXISTING AT ALL BECAUSE I WEEP #I WEEP I TELL YOU I WEEP I NEED TO STOP THINKING ABOUT YOUR MUSES I'M DEHYDRATING--#can't use icons atm because DATA--#;queue

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mythvoiced · 2 years

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Coming atcha from here as well hello IWEHDIUHD SMASH OR PASS for HYURAM 😌

@theimpalpable | SMASH OR PASS

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“Oh, smash, obviously.”

Hyun pops another berry into his mouth and seems to have no intention to elaborate any further. He looks rather comfortable, in fact, sat on his couch with his bare feet propped up on the coffee table, right next to them a dossier with details regarding his next photoshoot. Smugly against the skin of his torso rests a notorious pink sweater, wrapping him up in warmth and scent unequalled and unparalleled by anything else in the world.

The tupperware containing the magnolia berries he’s eating doesn’t look like any of his own.

He smiles, shrugs with a look in his eyes that dares to ask him to explain when he’s doing so and plenty every time he so much as breathes, and pops another berry between his lips.

“My privilege. My pleasure.”

#theimpalpable #the model;hyun #most may call it name but as i look within my heart all i see is your name;yeong boram #our history is stained with blood but we grew flowers on this hill and shielded each other from the storm;boram & hyun #why is this meme making me uncover new sides of my muses I THOUGHT HYUN WOULD BE A LITTLE? MORE BASHFUL?#BUT THIS FEELS DOWNRIGHT POSSESSIVE? I'm sorry if-- IF ANY OF THIS is in any way shape or form cause for discomfort PLEASE #LET ME KNOW INSTANTLY I CAN CHANGE ANYTHING OR SIMPLY DELETE THEM ALL ;;;;;#now that i stop and genuinely think about it rather than brainrotting over it and babbling i could write FULL metas on Hyun's feelings #for Boram and Boram's impact on their life and general existence like I am NOT kidding #foxes fall in love HARD and they love ONLY ONCE and Hyun has found their once and???#being allowed to be in a context in a relationship of the likes with Boram they're going to?? HONESTLY?#someone asks about Boram's significant other and Hyun teleports looking wAY too cocky 'That would be me what can I do for you-'#NOTHING makes them as cocky as being Boram's lover WHY ARE THEY LIKE THIS-#not me loving to use lover and significant other and soulmate IT MAKES ME WANT TO CRY THANK YOU SO MUCH--#what's funny to me here is that Hyun's putting on a show cocky grin and shrug and head tilt but if Boram were to walk in this very moment #they'd fricking disintegrate with the force of their dokis if anyone's smashing it's not them because they go putty-#THE OTHER FUNNY THING IS THE :pensive: AT THE END OF YOUR ASK I FKLFHJFH I LOVE YOU-#;queue

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-. @theimpalpable | continued ♥

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The first thing he has to subdue is the urge to reach out.

From the moment he sees him standing in front of his door. He could almost smell him through it, or the first notes of his scent wafting shyly through what cracks the door may create where it hovers in such a minuscule way over the floor. His heart, already a bit less relaxed than what it could have been, at being woken at such an hour, suddenly - which is his least favourite way to be woken up - had skipped a beat far too revealing to really misinterpret the love songs written on top of it.

But then he’d opened the door and all else but that urge had stilled.

Back then, when all they knew was each other and hope within a hopeless situation, when Boram had been light in an otherwise pitch black perception, they’d both been worse off than what anyone would recommend, than what the Gods themselves probably intended. Back then being upset, shaking, breathing as if in a race had been the norm.

Now, though, now the norm is paperwork, banter they still don’t quite dare call flirting and magnolia berries. Now the norm is surprise visits, enjoying nature as it breaths around them, and hoping that that semi-innocent touch won’t break what is building between them.

This isn’t the norm Boram deserves. This isn’t what he calls a fair universe, one that forces Boram onto his couch with all of his self pulled taut, as if moments from losing to all that is within entirely. This isn’t a world he’s willing to care for if it allows Boram to spends any night, but even a mere second, like this. That’s a world he’ll bite the hand off, if it dares reaching out too soon or at all, towards his most precious, his most sacred, his most everything.

That is a world he’ll push aside, a world he’d set on any back burner, to side and protect and cherish and hold the one he’ll bleed for, the one he’ll melt into a mess of unshed dreams, concerns, and deep red fur, the one he has learnt to worship the rain for.

He’s the one who makes his heart race and his blood boil as it readies the heat required to defend all that he is and all that no one gets to tell him not to be... but he’s also the one he’ll snuff his own fire out for, in exchange for the free hand he wraps around Boram’s shoulders to pull him closer. He’s the one he’ll hold as close as he’d like, the one who’s hand fits so perfectly in his own, the one he’ll try to swallow his tears for, as he kisses the top of his head and tries to control all that his heart bursts into his veins at that line.

He’s the one he’ll wait for until he wakes up, with his own cheek resting against his head even as the sun shyly attempts to greet them through the pale curtains of his home, with his fingers still tightly intertwined with his.

#theimpalpable #the model;hyun #the saviour from the sky came friend-shaped;yeong boram #our history is stained with blood but we grew flowers on this hill and shielded each other from the storm;boram & hyun #trauma tw #sO I MAY HAVE?? SLIPPED A LIL AND REPLIED TO IT WITH AN ATTEMPT AT ENCOMPASSING all that Hyun is feeling #I HOPE THAT'S OKAY? OBVIOUSLY YOU DON'T HAVE TO REPLY TO IT IF YOU DON'T FEEL LIKE IT OR FOR WHATEVER REASON #I JUST!!!!!!!!!! mayhaps wanted to write Hyun holding him in turn--- THAT'S ALL LOVE YOU AND THEM #;queue

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" i'd follow you to the ends of the universe. " (Boram to Hyun 🥺)

@theimpalpable | random dramatic prompts.

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How to fit all the words into his chest that he might consider capable, just enough, to scratch at the surface of what he feels, every time Boram so much as looks into his general direction?

There’s blessing in simply standing there and watching him instead. Something about the familiarity with which Boram is allowed to exist in this space does things to his head and heart he’d struggle to explain just the same, occupying a seat meant for only him, operating as he’s asked to, but the door to his office is unlocked, and if it were shut tight, he’d have the key to throw it open again.

This is his space to move in, and Hyun doesn’t mind to blend in with it, dragging his feet idly across the floor and around offered sitting positions, inspecting the view from the window as if he hasn’t memorised it already, peeking over the dragon’s shoulders and stealing glances at things and documents that don’t interest him nearly as much as the shape of Boram’s thumbs when they press into the corners of pages, or his fingertips as they brush against an awaiting keyboard.

He sneaks around the place like a fox far too comfortable in someone else’s living room and he peruses every corner as if he hadn’t checked it out yet; his nose became attuned to every hotspot of Boram, where does he stand and where does he pause when he checks his pockets for his keys, maybe? Remnants of the food Hyun himself had brought, the tupperware left near the desk, in the bag he’d brought them in, ready to be carried home and washed, either one of their homes, honestly, so long as it smells slightly like cave dew, he’ll feel at home anyway.

In fact, he doesn’t mind sneaking into Boram’s den more than he does his own; his own space is familiar and amicable and it’s his own, he got it, he decorated it, and he can go in and out of it as he wishes, the only shackles binding him to it are the ones he gently laid around his wrists himself, attachment and fondness for routine. But Boram’s place is all Boram, every wallpaper and every choice reminds him of him, so what good enough excuse is there to not follow him home every chance he gets?

He vocalises as much, a line he likes to wave somewhere between playful and flirty, that particular space he navigates in whenever he can have at least a fraction of Boram’s attention all to himself, when he walks around his office chair, hands folded behind his back, and smiles at the dragon, feeling the rain warm the inside of his veins, an ocean salted just right, a river humming and singing to a rhythm entirely its own, and knowing how well they all collectively come to rest, bodies of water and Hyun alike, under the ministrations of his rain prince, be it via the gentle touch that seems to characterise each brush of his palm against Hyun, or the softness of his attention, equally addicting, and equally precisely what Hyun tries to provoke at all times.

There’s only one thing about Boram that Hyun can’t uncover before it is offered to him; it seems so deeply intertwined into the dragon, but it never fails to catch him off guard, lines spoken so confidently and gently as if Hyun was something precious to revel before, or at least good enough to not turn away from.

Simple and easy declarations of love and finality, declarations that taste a little bit like forever, that keep Hyun still and glued to whatever spot he’d taken up, eyes widened as his mind catches up with the rest of him and processes the ease with which Boram can just look at him like this and feel it in Hyun’s right to receive such words.

He can’t help the chuckle, the way his hands break apart and reach forward, pressing his palms gently against Boram’s cheeks, a habit he’ll find no reason to shake any time soon, holding the dragon’s memorised features softly as he stands before him.

He is always holding the most precious thing the Heavens have ever thrust upon this world, hoping that all they have in store for him is gentleness the likes of which Hyun cockily dares to emulate by holding him like this, by leaning down and pressing his forehead against the soul designed to match his own as if they were never meant to be two separate ideas.

“Where would I go, when my universe is right here?”

#theimpalpable #the model;hyun #our history is stained with blood but we grew flowers on this hill and shielded each other from the storm;boram & hyun #i realised with a sudden JOLT and iMMENSE CHEST PAIN that I haven't posted anything Hyuram in a hot minute IT NEEDED TO BE #RECTIFIED BECAUSE WHERE WOULD I GO WITHOUT THE INVENTORS OF LOVE AND THE CONCEPT OF SOULMATES #SO THIS IS PRETTY OLD AND I'M SO SORRY THAT IT TOOK SO LONG in fact I still have some old memes I have yet to reply to #MEMES I WOULD DIE FOR BECAUSE THEY CONTAIN OUR DYNAMICS AND BECAUSE JUST THANK YOU SO #EACH TIME YOU TAKE THE TIME TO SEND SOMETHING I #*IN AND I HOPE THIS IS OKAY? IT'S NOT?? very rich in dialogue or anything other than musings really IDK JUST YEAH #I HOPE IT'S OKAY I HOPE IT'S NOT TOO GODMODDY AND I DIDN'T COMPLETELY BUTCHER BORAM HERE AND YES #LET ME KNOW IF I SHOULD CHANGE ANYTHING FOR WHATEVER REASON LOVE YOU ♥#;queue

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mythvoiced · 3 years

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The Case Study of Yeong Boram

🐲 & 🥢

1600 Words + 10 Drabbles = 1610 16.10.2021 HAPPY ALEX DAY~ | @theimpalpable / @jeoseungsaja

Imagine being stuck.

There are walls all around. Sometimes they’re real. Sometimes they’re shadow silhouettes, illusions of the true walls they’re recreating. Stuck nonetheless, because be they physical or be they imagined, they are equally as suffocating.

Stuck would mean an inability to move. Beyond a given area, beyond a given life. Stuck in the sense of forced into non-appreciated routines, ideas and tasks that don’t appeal, don’t stimulate, don’t give energy, but seem to claim only, along with perhaps a few fragments of soul here and there, while it’s at it.

Stuck in the sense that everything feels tight, far too tight. Can’t move, can’t properly breathe, can’t truly see beyond the edge of something, beyond what has been put there, to either represent a memory, to represent a falsehood, to represent a truth. Doesn’t really matter what it is, what it’s claiming to be, what it’s true nature is. What actually matters is that it’s there and it won’t move because stuck means not moving.

Stuck means not breathing.

Stuck means not free.

And now imagine the direct opposite of this.

And that’s Yeong Boram to you.

Yeong Boram is a dragon and claims ownership over the skies the same way a just king claims none over his country. At least that’s one of the lines given in response to the question as to who he is. The skies don’t belong to him because Yeong Boram lets the world be its own owner, because Yeong Boram is a presence in it with the intention to make something out of it. The world doesn’t belong to him, he lives in it, he breathes in it, he perhaps hopes to leave it better than he entered it, better than he experienced it, but you’d have to ask him directly to know what he truly wants.

These are, after all, merely statements taken from a bystander.

As close as the bystander may be, a bystander he still is.

Still, some of his statements seem to be profound. As if he’s spent far too much time thinking of them, thinking how much of it is fair to give away so freely, how much of it Yeong Boram can so readily give to the world without remaining withered and dry at the edges of it.

He’s surprised, he said. Keeps being surprised. Witnessing Yeong Boram continue to breathe and to fly and to run its course, like a gentle river speeding towards the rare salvation of the ocean.

How does one even begin to comprehend a reality of the likes far too great to even be of the likes someone like the bystander should be allowed to witness? It’s not… it’s not science. It’s not entirely incomprehensible, there’s nothing much one truly has to fight to understand.

But the questions remain, because whenever the attempt arises to simply take matters as they are, eyes cross again and heart lurch and the questions re-arise.

They are never doubts. Doubts don’t fit into the context and the language used to describe its frame and the many things blooming within it. There’s no doubt in the fox’s heart, there’s no doubt in his love, there is no doubt in anything the bystander feels when the dragon, when the one, the Yeong Boram, crosses the metaphorical skies of his very being.

But questions he still asks.

How does one…

How is he?

How is Yeong Boram, Yeong Boram?

And, actually, more importantly, how is he all that he is, in spite of all that he was made to be, against his will, against his core, against his self?

How can one keep giving when so much has already been taken?

And how does one become deserving, when one becomes the one love is given to?

He’s got plenty of space within him.

Which, in its own way, is also questionable.

He’s never been empty, he can’t claim that. No matter what shape his hands take, how lithe they become or if they’re hands at all, they’ve always had plenty to grab and stuff into him. Knowledge gathered from even the smallest stone turned, curiosities satisfied with the mere tilt of a head, a single question or a million with each an answer or perhaps only one for all of them.

There’s space in him because he makes it, because he needs it to put there the things he seeks, whatever they may be, whenever he will actually discover their nature by getting to wrap his fingers around them.

So he isn’t empty per se.

But is he quite full?

Often a tiny piece of void has been calling from within. A gentle reminder. A friendly reminder. Call it as you may. A letter, with one sentence upon its envelope, to whom it may concern. The letter, pale and wet at the corners. Drops build at the edges of the paper, feeling to the touch as if petals of lilies gliding softly along still waters. The drops curl and dance and roll down his fingers and pool around his wrists, healing the scars there, the scars not all can see, but he can always feel.

Much like Yeong Boram, really.

Or maybe Yeong Boram is those drops.

Maybe he is the lake his petals can so gently glide upon. Find the safety not so easily granted by existence. Longed for all the more, no?

Maybe he is the lilies too? Or maybe he’s a bit of everything?

Unclear. Although the answer seems apparent enough, the fox wouldn’t even consider a no. Not always would he have said yes all too readily. There was the idea of taking too much. Of taking even the slightest ounce of too much from Yeong Boram, be it in a gaze shot his way, a gaze of his held too jealously. Or perhaps his name on his lips. Or perhaps even the idea that perhaps, at one point or another, the dragon might have thought of the colour red and felt it whispered in his name.

Or maybe he’s the one whispering. Maybe he’s the one brushing his thumbs along the lilies because they remind him of him, because the lake reminds him of him, because the drops remind him of him, the rain, the clear sky, the green when it blooms because he feels like all it means to be alive, of the tranquility of air brushing against healed wounds, the brightness of being indoors when the freedom to leave is ever-present and never-challenged.

Maybe there is no actual space in him left and he’s been full all this time.

Because a part of him was designed to welcome novelties, hobbies and tasks and crafts and ideas and curiosities and the mere brushing of considerations, that perhaps something new could fit in as well, already claimed their spots, settling gladly in the core of a being who so readily welcomed opportunities to learn more, discover, become good, or even terribly bad, at something he’s never tried before.

And then the rest of him is simply Yeong Boram.

Maybe Yeong Boram is simply that part of him he can’t describe in metaphors and wishes and desires. Because all it does is sing in metaphors and wish and desire, because there’s no space, no intent to dedicate itself to speeches, when it is already so busy with them.

There’s no space in him to describe the space that is in there, no space to try and dissect the different parts of the fox when he’s everything at once and at the same time simply a being set upon this world to regard Yeong Boram with the same reverence the moon and the ocean love to exchange.

When he’s allowed to brush past Yeong Boram’s existence, and perhaps leave a mark, much like the reflection of the moon is at its fullest, its brightest, it’s least disturbed.

Maybe he’d change it all.

Maybe he’d rewrite the universe, figure out how it works and make his own, to use it as a reflection of that part of him that is actually Yeong Boram.

That part of him that looked to the skies and the stars. That part who seemed to still at the sight of rain and lilies and ponds and lakes and drops and letters and love and music and smiles and delight and laughter and warm eyes and fond voices and the desire to never harm to always protect to always caress with the love any being should be treated with, while simultaneously doubling down on just how much one singular individual dragon should give to so much of the world.

So imagine being stuck.

And then imagine Yeong Boram.

And you’ll have, at once, Ji Hyun’s past and future.

Ji Hyun, whom was stuck in the past. Physically and metaphorically by association. When the walls keeping him trapped were real because he couldn’t push past them but also imaginative, invisible and twice as tenacious, because of all the bindings they wrapped around his soul, keeping all that he was experiencing within the literal walls, tightly locked into his very core.

Metaphorically even after he was freed because it took a while to feel as though he wouldn’t see those physical walls again, if he accidentally shut his eyes too tightly.

Ji Hyun, who is so very free in the present. And will be in the future. Ji Hyun who is out to discover once more. Ji Hyun who’s future is the other half of his soul, the reason his soul feels as though it may breathe, Ji Hyun who sees Yeong Boram and never knows how to describe him.

Only knows how to love all the million things he does in reality see him as.

#theimpalpable #jeoseungsaja #our history is stained with blood but we grew flowers on this hill and shielded each other from the storm;boram & hyun #the saviour from the sky came friend shaped;yeong boram #this one started interestingly for the sole reason that i had no idea where it was going and how we ended here but I HOPE IT'S? SORT OF?#mayhaps intriguing?? :3 NO KIDDING WRITING about Boram/Hyun's adoration for Boram after such a long time was an absolute delight #IN FACT all of these drabbles were a delight to write for some of them i had to actually cap myself i'M- SKFGJFHJLK SORRY #fun fact: these are queued in the order i wrote them in so no real order KLDGFJLH #HAPPY BIRTHDAY~~~#it's also an absolute DISRESPECT that i couldn't find an azure asian dragon in this emoji list #also hyun as chopsticks bc They Do Cook™ and because the fox belongs to Yeo >:3 #;queue

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mythvoiced · 3 years

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@theimpalpable | 🍻+ "what are you thinking about, right now?" (Hyun and Boram, Boram wishing to acknowledge more about Hyun's trains of thought, also wishing to just hear him talk, whenever there's a chance? More likely than you think; are they even highly affected by alcohol, probably not, bUT) drunken confession.

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He’s more fond of the taste of this particular drink than the notion of drinking alcohol. No, better yet, he’s mostly fondest of the company he gets to share than any colourful liquid swimming in his glass right now, as he brings it to his lips and regards Boram with the same look he’s done most of the evening, this fine balance between watching who’s talking and not possessing the self-awareness to realise how evidently he’s using that as an excuse to look at the dragon a little longer.

It’s cosy, that’s the most important part. He sets cross-legged on the floor of his current apartment, bare feet, pyjama shorts, some hoodie he found somewhere. He doesn’t have to be anything or anyone, doesn’t have to pretend to not be something, he can speak as he wishes, think even more so and yes, Hyun isn’t exactly the type to rob himself of these capabilities on a regular basis.

But even he, as he likes himself to be, sometimes makes statements with the knowledge he might need to prepare for instant backlash. He’s not dense to his own words - not too often, at least, and when he is, he’s only dense when impulsivity was the one to gently pluck them off his tongue - and he’s not blind to the features of others, so he knows when he’s moments from being dragged into something.

And then, of course, there’s his company. He’s silent as he finishes his sip on the homemade cocktail, silent as he lets the liquid wash over his tongue and coat the roof of his mouth and his inner cheeks with flavours he’s still trying to determine his opinion on. It’s not the easiest thing, to get seriously inebriated when possessing the abilities they do. But it’s not impossible. And at this stage, the warmth spread into his cheeks and adding that extra layer of colour to them, the sweetness of the drink running down his throat, and the ease settling into his mind, they’re still pleasant, still devoid of nonsense or intensified emotions, as his body reacts to the poisoning.

He just feels nice.

Because of his company.

Yes, that’s what he was assessing. He smiles, wide, opens eyes he hadn’t realised he’d closed while swimming in his own thoughts. Because his company is nice, because his company makes him feel as though questions are posed in wonder and not demanding him to justify his thoughts, because his company smells of all that is healthy and airy in the world, like a spring in the mountain, and all the water that lands in the valley has made thousands of flowers bloom, because he keeps giving and because Hyun is the bee so eagerly settling on the azalea blooming near the riverbank.

He isn’t even sitting that far away - and it’s nice? It’s so stupidly nice and his chest keeps doing that thing, his heart, it keeps going and going and going at it, the way he can sit on the floor of his home and everywhere he walks and touches he leaves a little bit of his scent, and is it the alcohol, or has he always felt this deeply as a fox would, in regards to dens? But far enough that Hyun seems it suitable to stretch out one of his legs and poke Boram’s thigh with his toes, repeatedly, playfully, gently, with a snort he doesn’t notice bursting out of him ahead of time.

“You. And this cocktail,” he lifts his glass. He didn’t even have any suitable glasses, just these... normal ones. Whatever. “I’ve no idea if it turned out okay, because I don’t know what it’s supposed to taste like, but I like it,” he tears his gaze from the beverage, tilts his head until he’s almost resting it against his own shoulder and doesn’t know how he’s looking at Boram, doesn’t know what others can so evidently see, in the appreciative gaze, in the adoring smile, in the spark of like. “Thank you for trying it with me. Thank you for coming over at all, actually... And for coming back. And finding me.” He lifts the glass to his lips again, watching his own hand approach. “I’m thinking... about... mountains, and valley flowers. About... Would it sound weird, if I aske you to say the night? Not to do anything, just... to stay. Keep you to myself a little longer, maybe.”

#theimpalpable #the model;hyun #the saviour from the sky came friend-shaped;yeong boram #our history is stained with blood but we grew flowers on this hill and shielded each other from the storm;boram & hyun #I'M LOSING MY MIND OH GOD I reached the end of THIS AND ALMOST DIED #i just let Hyun do as Hyun wishes to do aND MAYBE they're not too affected but I think Hyun's getting there slowly aND I JUST I wanted #to just write whatever he'd end up muttering and OH GOD okay OKAY I HOPE THIS IS OKAY AND OH MAN #GOODNESS THANK YOU SO MUCH FOr sending this in AND FOr THE ADDED THUGHTS AND THANK YOU #oh my god please somebody hold my hand i'm a little out of it after this i pl E ASE #AND OFC ALWAYS let me know if you'd like and/or need me to change anything LIKE DEADASS? if you ever?#want to re-send an ask Or just generally send multiple ones of the same one bc idk you had something else in mind or multiple things YOU #- KNOW I'D LOVE ANYTHING OKAY AND WOULD ALWAYS find a way to figure it out and like i just love your brain so i'll vibe with anything #;queue

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@theimpalpable | ‘it’s okay. you’re safe.’ (from Boram to Hyun :3c) STRANGER THINGS SENTENCE MEME

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Things like these don’t happen too often.

Sure, there are moments where he’ll round a corner while walking down an unassuming path and feel himself shift slightly off his own axis. One moment everything will be in order, the next he’ll feel as if he’s accidentally missed a step and made to lurch forward while the rest of his body failed to react accordingly. As if his conscious was being pulled in one direction, and the rest of him in the next, forced to watch as everything moved away from him, brighter than it should be, or harsher, or slower, or faster, while nothing actually changed, forced to experience these visuals simultaneously, as they overlapped mercilessly and his brain failed to set them apart.

Those would be moments. Perhaps a thought he hadn’t even been aware of had flown through his mind, maybe something familiar and feared had brushed his skin, often times he didn’t understand, and often times, he didn’t want to either. He preferred disappearing into the nearest crowd, into the nearest television, engaging in conversations he doesn’t have the focus to participate in, just to force himself to exist within the now, and not slip any further into the then.

And then, there are times where everything he’s ever taught himself in terms of strategies is nullified by his inability to execute them.

Times in which he just feels dizzy, but in a way that an actual drowsy spinning of the head wouldn’t be able to explain. Times in which his chest will move faster than it should, where his arms will look just a tad too long, just a bit too far away, Fingers spread to reveal palms with too many lines, familiar and yet foreign, as if he’s but a visitor in his own body, a body appearing steadily more deformed, more wrong.

And he doesn’t know what to do, then, how to make it stop.

“It’s okay, you’re safe.”

He can hear his own breath shake as he pulls it in and lifts his gaze from his hands, from the scars wrapped around his wrists that he doesn’t remember how to glamour, them too vivid like a memory, that seems to belong to someone else. He sees fabric stretched over someone’s chest, he sees their arms hanging at their sides, the width of their shoulders. Then there’s skin, starting from the collar, growing into a neck, jutting out into a chin, spreading into cheeks, encompassing lips, nose, and eyes.

He can’t look at them too long, can’t look into them for too long, without feeling too real too fast, but he realises that he knows them, and he realises that maybe, maybe he’s right. He can sense it in the simple essence of a presence directly before him that he associates with warmth and safety. He can smell him too, can associate it with all those moments in which he didn’t have to retract into himself to not come to harm, where self-preservation could be achieved while listening and responding to someone’s voice, bouncing off humid and stony walls. Bright eyes sparkling in dim light, the early beginnings of careful first conversations.

And more recent memories, arms wrapped around his shoulders, holding gently, palms on his cheeks, fingers on his knuckles, a bright smile and the urge to see it again and again and again and again.

Hyun blinks, closes his eyes actually, and breathes in again.

“It’s okay, I’m safe,” he repeats, more to himself, and while his voice still sounds too far away to be trustworthy, and while he feels that lump in his throat that comes whenever he fears how far he’s slipping, the shoulder he presses his forehead against feels solid, real, and... well... safe.

#theimpalpable #dissociation tw #depersonalisation tw #tw dissociation #tw depersonalisation #depersonalization tw #tw depersonalization #yknow different spelling american british #the model;hyun #the saviour from the sky came friend-shaped;yeong boram #our history is stained with blood but we grew flowers on this hill and shielded each other from the storm;boram & hyun #OKAY FIRST OF ALL this ask kicked my derriere so bad when i first read that that i haven't recovered from it yet and I JUST MIGHT never #SECONDLY I HOPE THIS ISN'T TOO MUCH PLEASE LET ME KNOW I HOPE I DIDN'T OVERDO IT #BUT ALSO THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR SENDING THIS IN #THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR BORAM THAT HE EXISTS AT ALL #THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR EXISTING YOURSELF #and thank you so much for giving this to Hyun both you and Boram for i'm just crying okay i'm just goNNA GO SIT DOWN NOW-#;queue

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mythvoiced · 2 years

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@theimpalpable | Did somebody say (voice suddenly becomes squeaky) mEMES? Not me getting on 'Ε=ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ' moDE TOWARD YOUR INBOX IUHWIDHWED (pls as always feel free to ignore aNY OF THESE) "I love it when you call my name." HYURAM BECAUSE IF THAT AIN'T THE TRUTH MITSKI LYRICS

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“Oh?”

She’s taken up residence sitting side-ways on Boram’s lap because on most days she seems more inclined to resemble a cat in demeanour, than she does a fox. Up until the very moment, of course, Boram sets her up with the perfect opportunity to be distracted by a sight she’ll choose over the drama playing on TV any day.

To be fair, she’d choose Boram’s profile, or the sparkle of his eyes, or the shape of his lips, or the length of his jaw, or the lines drawn across his palms, or the movement of his neck, or the width of his shoulders, or the crinkling of the corner of his eyes and the way his hair moves at times and at times it doesn’t, depending on whether his head is dragging it along, or moving gently enough to allow it to sit still.

She pops another of the mini carrots she’d cut up that afternoon, a selection of cut up vegetables awaiting them on most bowls littering the coffee table, flanked by the various sauces and dips and whatnot she’d gotten her hands on via a few researches - at times spanning centuries - to allow for maximum snacking opportunity.

“Which one? Boram? Yeong Boram? Borammie~” she sneaks closer with each syllable to dance on her lips, enamoured by her tongue, pushed gently outside of her mouth as the corners of it stretch and curl wider and wider. Her hands underline the demeanour as one sneaks around Boram’s neck, to tickle the short hair she finds there, once again a mere phantom of what she’s first seen his hair to look like, and once again the perfect rendition of Boram, as he is offered to the universe and hopefully never claimed by him.

Her other hand beats arrhythmical sweet nothings across his clothed collarbones.

She places a kiss on his cheek, a substitute for the palms she usually presses there, equally gentle and lasting, equally a promise for later, for forever, as she sneaks another one on his jaw.

Then her nose takes the lead, burying her face in the crook of his neck, travelling his throat up until the space beneath his ear, the smile on her lips so reminiscent of her fox heritage, and how greedily and mischievously gumihos will hold onto anything that has declared itself theirs.

“Rain prince?” She whispers against his skin, before she pulls back and finds his lips. Gentle approaching, a petal carried closer to the river by the gentle wind who knows better than to keep them apart. Only for Hyun to end up smacking the kiss she was going for, rather than pulling it softly out of his lips.

Loud, obnoxious, and equally caring as her gentler side.

“All of the above? Want me to say them again~?”

#theimpalpable #the model;hyun #our history is stained with blood but we grew flowers on this hill and shielded each other from the storm;boram & hyun #even the tallest of fox trees will long for this kind of gentlest rain;yeong boram #hyun stop beING CHEEKY challenge I am BEGGING you #ALEX THE SQUEAKY VOICE WAS ME AT SEEING YOU IN MY INBOX WELCOME WELCOME PLS COME IN PLS COME IN #TAKE THESE REFRESHMENTS AND ALSO THESE HAPPY TEARS SWEATERS AND ALSO THIS PURE GOLD AND ALSO THESE DIAMONDS AND-#AND TAKE THIS DISASTER FOX WHO'S WAY TOO IN LOVE WITH ONE YEONG BORAM I SWEAR I-?#how long has it been since I last wrote Hyun @ Boram without them somehow sneaking into Boram's lap I-#sb: where do you live #hyun pointing at boram's lap: right there sir #LIKE DSJKGFDJKHG THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR SENDING THIS IN FOR SENDING ANY OF THE THINGS YOU SEND IN... IN KJFDGDKHGF ;W;#AND I HOPE THIS IS OKAY? PLS FORGIVE THE SHAMELESSNESS OF THIS RUBY AND ONYX OF YOURS BORAM~#Boram btw you should never tell Hyun what you like because they'll EXPLOIT IT--#;queue

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@theimpalpable | " home isn't a place. it's you. it's always been you. " (okAY BUT Boram telling this to Hyun in a whisper, whilst he thinks that Hyun has fallen asleep...PERHAPS...) random dramatic prompts.

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When it comes to rest, sleeping upon cavern floors and seeing the silhouettes of approaching nightmares hovering in dark corners, waiting for the moment they could follow him into his sleep, Hyun has come to learn that simply waiting for exhaustion to make the decision for him and rip his eyelids down as forcefully as he’d tugged at his chains, was the easier, more maneagable option, in contrast to actually attempting any sort of healthy rest.

When it’s your body to sucker punch slumber into you, to pull the lever and forcefully demand everything within you to come to a hard stop, the sleep he falls into is only a few smartass nuances away from being raw, fainting-flavoured unconsciousness, a blackout in its most painless rendition.

It helps with the nightmares, because how to sleep when the body is running on reserves so low that it can’t even conjure up the brain power to remind him of all the things he’s escaping from, all the things he’d rather not recognise as the eyes staring into the back of his skull on his way to what is meant to be the sweet momentary relief of a conscious existence?

That’s how it used to be, when he’d open and close his eyes to darkness and the foul stench of fear and all it produced, the results of undernourishment and blood drying on sick skin. And that’s how it used to be for quite a while after, when he’d rested as deeply buried underneath piles of leaves as the forest would offer him as safe haven, when he’d chase nothing across its soil until he’d collapse onto green moss and let nothing but blackness overcome him.

And that’s how it sometimes still is when he can’t shake the stench out of his nose, the phantom lack of mobility off his wrists and ankles.

At least, that’s how things were, even nowadays in this modern world, when Hyun had last cared to check into it, the last time he’d intended to be partly self-aware in regards to his own patterns and well-being, a half-hearted check-up on his own self he performed for nothing but the small voice at the back of his head wondering what it would be like to survive long enough to meet someone again.

It has truthfully been a while since he’d last acknowledge how he sleeps.

The Hyun from a year ago, from that last acknowledgement, would be startled and breathless to find that he sleeps quite well nowadays.

Because… he might just have met someone again.

That’s a ridiculous sentence, of course it’s that. There is no space for that foul stench in his nose when every single pore of his body is greedily welcoming the scent he’s now wrapped in into the deepest depths of his soul, there is no phantom around him, when his hands are curled into his chest and his head is securely held near Boram’s middle, shamelessly shuffled into his lap when he’d been sleepy enough to not second-guess himself, to simply follow that whim to creep closer and closer into the natural warmth the dragon gave off, both because he simply is that pleasantly warm to huddle into whenever the air allowed for it, but also because he knows no better word to associate all that bursts within him when he’s allowed this close to the other.

He’s discovering sleepiness like this, wondering if he ever knew this before he’d fallen into the laziest and yet seemingly effective enough ploy to trap what is a creature allegedly notorious for its wit. Did he use to be lulled into sleep like this, too? Wrapped into a deep sense of safety, knowing nothing will get to him, knowing that even all that he still fears because he doesn’t know how to turn it off, is very much still out there, out there and not in here is precisely where it is.

He knows he never had this. The soft whispers of a gentle air-nomad, the gentleness of waves created by a red leaf floating gently into the very centre of a pond, hoping to not disturb the water it had so deeply fallen in love with.

Has Boram ever had something like this?

Hyun hates to admit to even the slightest sense of jealousy, felt for an invisible someone who might not even have existed, who might have gotten to hold Boram as close as he’d so long failed to see amongst his deepest yearnings. Mostly because he doesn’t think ‘jealous’ is the word most appropriate to use in this scenario.

If Boram has laid in the arms of someone who held him when he needed it most, what else has Hyun to offer than gratitude? Well, for one, the deep stomach-lurching acknowledgement of Boram needing to be held at all.

He thinks about it, either at the very back of his head, or sometimes so closely beneath his face that he can taste it sprout out of his gums, growing along his teeth and bursting itself all across his chest, just how much Boram has gone through. What does he see when he looks at his palms? Does he know how much good those hands have done, or does he see the scars and cuts of the things he rather wouldn’t have been forced to do?

Boram is so willing to look to the world and recognise the changes it needs and pursue them as pacifically as he can. How must he have felt, back then, erupting into so much rage that he turned nearly unrecognisable, to have been pushed so close to the edge that he was ultimately forced to forsake the kindness in his heart and push back?

As selfish as it may be, Hyun for his part, is glad he did.

He’d watch Boram drown the world if it meant he’d be safe another day.

And it’s knowing that he never would, and that he would perhaps for someone else, as he did, that makes the fox sometimes long for the opportunity to go back in time to rip apart what had once demanded Boram to rip into them.

Would he have lost him then? How much would he change if it meant removing as many scars from Boram’s soul as he could?

Trick question.

The sigh he was beginning to settle into dies halfway out of his nose. It was so easy to chase after thoughts while his breathing eased and his hands numbed, his body readying for the paralysis it adapted into itself when the rest of it would sleep, to keep all movements close and trapped in dreams it hoped would not ask for aggressive gestures, it was so easy to chase after thoughts when it felt like nothing was chasing after him at the same time, when he felt like just for a moment he might be allowed to stop throwing continuous glances over his shoulder.

He must have been far enough into dead weight upon Boram’s lap that the dragon had chosen to… well…

He hasn’t heard many, but don’t confessions sound a certain way, that should make them relatively easy to recognise?

Oh Heaven, how is he supposed to fall asleep now? He can’t hear how calmly he’s still breathing over the beating of his heart hammering into his inner ear canal. And how is he supposed to pretend he’d already been asleep when he can’t keep the smile off his face, can’t keep his hand from clenching in an attempt to retain the physical urge to yank himself out of Boram’s arms to fall right back into them, properly, wrapping around him in turn to make sure nothing can harm him?

That’s a conversation they should have: the dragon should be protected just as aggressively.

But rather than risking knocking his head into Boram’s, he turns, shifts as much as he can to turn onto his back but not move too far from Boram’s warmth. His hand tingles slightly as he finds it and reaches up, resting his fingertips against Boram’s chin, a small gesture, a pause in his movements to give Boram enough time to assess what is happening.

Then he moves, traces nothingness on Boram’s cheeks on his hands way to hold him properly.

“Then make sure to always come back to me,” he whispers back, because it’s safe here and because Hyun needs Boram to understand this too, to know that he’ll set the nearest god on fire to save his water.

“Okay? I’ll keep you safe. You’re my home, too. Nothing can hurt you as long as I’m here.”

#blood mention cw #theimpalpable #the model;hyun #our history is stained with blood but we grew flowers on this hill and shielded each other from the storm;boram & hyun #even the tallest of fox trees will long for this kind of gentlest rain;yeong boram #AND THIS ONE AS WELL!!!! BUT TELL YOU WHAT ACTUALLY HEre's a lil secret I'm lowkey glad I took a moment to reply to this one?#SOLELY BECAUSE now I can add more into if that makes any sense? == more of Hyun's thought process as we've established it #MORE DETAILS #idk if that makes any sense IT'S JUST!! THEIR!!! STORY! HAS COME SO FAR AND JUST KEEPS GOING AND I'M SO HAPPY #TO BE HERE AND ALONG FOR THE RIDE AND TO WITNESS BORAM EXIST AT ALL AND TO BE ALLOWED #SUCH A MAGNIFICENCE AS HYURAM IS ALEX THANK YOU SO AND HOPE THIS REPLY ACTUALLY WORKS IT'S SOFT PENSIVE HOURS-#;queue

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