𝑏𝑙𝑢,┊𓏲࣪ ── 𝐀 ᵗᵃˡᵉ    ⓞⓕ  𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒚𝒓𝒅𝒐𝒎,

(well, that depends.)

tell me something.

✶ (♡) › ⌬ ❴ THIS YOUR ID? ❵ ⇲ ☪ ˖ @enticepink.͟.͟ ͟! ✮:   w——?!!  why are you so keen on /looking/,     (d͟a͟m͟n͟i͟t͟,͟ ͟ ͟ ͟d͟a͟m͟n͟i͟t͟.͟.͟!͟)    it's not exactly the most——   /flattering/,     you know,   i think you have every reason to be d͟i͟s͟a͟p͟p͟o͟i͟n͟t͟e͟d͟!͟.͟.͟!͟!͟ .͟.͟ ͟ ͟ ͟ ͟ ͟ ͟d͟a͟m͟n͟i͟t͟,͟ ͟k͟y͟r͟i͟e͟!͟   [  trying to keep the phone out of her reach is more difficult than he'd like it to be,   subconsciously snarling in annoyance when his futile efforts to keep it /out/ of her hands lands it in the last place he wanted it to be.  the pull in his gut serves as a reminder of how nervous he is,  palms clammy from sweat & anxiety welling up in the way he now trembles like a child nigh to a scolding,   stricken by some fear of the unknown that has sungbae gripped by the neck.   he's unsure of whether or not he wants her to love it or hate it,    to be entirely honest.   he /knows/ it's sappy. that it's a move some stereotypical second-rate male lead from a drama would pull.  and the grin that lights up his face every time the name——his name for her——pops up onscreen somehow mirrors that feeling of mushy, sentimental romance that he finds hard to believe people actually swoon over.  that including himself,   on many occasions he wouldn't want to name,  especially now that his antics are about to be discovered.  ]      UGH——/why/ do you need to know so badly?  it's not like——not like i'm begging to know what mine is!    (.. goddamnit.)  

let!!! me!!! see!!! ૮₍⑅
˶ơ ₃ ơ˶
⑅₎ა

✶ (♡) › ⌬ ❴ THIS YOUR ID? ❵ ⇲ ☪ ˖ @enticepink.͟.͟ ͟! ✮:  (..)    i was only going to say that if you had time available to rest,    then you should take the opportunity,    but ..     [  that would have been hypocritical of him to think, let alone say out loud.  sungbae supposes it'd slide if neither yejun nor dongha caught wind of the fallacy,   but even then that wouldn't make him seem any less arrogant for the statement.  he tries to ignore how crowded the hallway feels as groups flood in & out after their respective stages,   leaned back against a wall with kyrielle seeming to expect more than the usual——that being, his mildly anticipated response before another bout of silence that didn't end till his attention was summoned yet again.  ]    it doesn't really matter now.   (..)    i should be saying congratulations, after all.

✧₊ @martyrblue┊͙  ❝ it is.   [  for some,  this would still incite hesitation.  a fair few seconds before deciding to leave him here,  turning around & swallowing another two pills for his headache,  chasing those down with icy water.  returning to the bedroom like nothing has bothered him,  for he has no reason to be here other than to disturb SUNGBAE’S strange little ritual.  well..  not /so/ strange.  he knows his own dissonance with how he’s been raised.  but it seems there is more of a bond to the body & mind here that he never quite managed to grasp.  YEJUN sort of wishes,  as he kneels beside his friend,  that keeping such faith in his father’s wisdom had been more important to him when he left.  maybe he would better understand what to do here.  maybe he would know the kind of prayers to make,  who to worship here on bruised knees.  ]   thank you,  [  comes out slurred as he leans into the younger’s shoulder,  cheek soft against the blunted angle of a perfectly-squared bone structure.  with an opaline glow strewn like liquid on the wooden floors,  he feels the top half of him deflate,  air leaving his lungs in a weighted sigh.  too much of tonight has been so sleepless & lonely;  he hopes that wrapping his arms around SUNGBAE—-  closing his eyes to block out the ache—- will end better than suffering on his own.  ]   what are you doing here so late.. ?   moon..  is it moon stuff?   praying?   (I REMEMBER DAD TEACHING ME ABOUT THE OTHER PISCEMORPHS.  HOW WE WORSHIP THE STARS,  THE CELESTIALS CHOSEN BY THEM.)   mm.   it’s different with you,  probably.   unless you’re like me,  which..  /heh/.   that would be weird.

✶ (♡) › ⌬ ❴ THIS YOUR ID? ❵ ⇲ ☪ ˖ @shinedol.͟.͟ ͟! ✮:  (..)     A HUG?    [  & as he anticipates, his voice crackles on the words like static electricity.  the air in the practice room is so thick that he almost thinks to open the window.    sungbae resolves that it is painless to ignore rather than fret over it now, neither welcoming nor turning away yejun's offer.  the moonlight casts a shadow behind him that presents the same aura, as sungbae kneels before an altar that is all but invisible except to his own eyes.  there's a notable silence after the question that's followed yejun's own,  knowing that it's his own doing that has led to the slight rise in tension.    he wonders if yejun can see (f͟e͟e͟l͟) it too, or if he is blissfully immune to this small disturbance of outer peace.  either way it went,   he's more than grateful that the only thing illuminating the room was the pearly white jewel that hung so ethereally from the night sky;  with his back turned,   because at least then he didn't have to meet yejun's gaze.   for every word left unspoken he'd rather allow to fester & rot in his soul,   because aelius knows better than anyone how difficult it'd be to let that anguish seep out of the wounds he knew would never close.  maybe it's why he won't protest his affection this time either,  knowing that is the only thing keeping him sewn shut.  ]     i don't mind.  if that's what you want.

✧₊ @martyrblue┊͙  ❝ you could say that,   [  he mumbles into the worn fabric of his hoodie.  how yejun managed to steal even half an hour of slumber,  falling right into the span of lyrics covering his bed,  he can’t even begin to explain.  anything explainable is lost;  no amount of ibuprofen can become concealer for the ache in his head & chest & /everywhere/ he thought was exempt from soreness thanks to all the stretching before dance practice.  what he can depend on,  at the very least,  is for sungbae to be awake.  to be oddly ready to accept the zombie walking among quiet rooms,  paired with a demeanor so calm it sometimes frightens him how /easy/ he finds outer peace.  inside,  he knows there is turmoil.  but he appreciates that this balances his lack of emotional control & says nothing,  aware that the unspoken is even more intimate than what is easily relinquished.  ]   /hmph/.   [  socks shuffle over the wood,  which creaks a little from the motion.  the way sungbae’s hands are balled,  gripping tight to nothing,  makes him wonder if he’s interrupted a more important moment than he knows.  ]   do you need a hug?   (I NEED A HUG.)   it’s..  totally fine if you don’t.   just asking.