#protcsts

[stxrbxys]

________________________ 𝖋𝖎𝖗𝖊. little has changed over the time they haven’t been with each other, but he’ll pretend everything is different. the façade, and / or the delusion, was just another one to add up to the list of things he had gathered and called a personality. still, the most toxic trait of his, he kept at full display for them only. this time, he shows up to a scene that was rather related to lux than it will ever be associated with him. a glass of wine in one hand, and a lover wrapped around his finger arm, was an equal display of mesmerizing beauty and psychological manipulation 🐍. 𝐬𝐞𝐯 adored, doted and entertained his date with a sweet tone and a feeling that he could easily fit in any kind of places. he showed himself as being caring and sickly in love. yet, when there was a chance, he abandoned their date to make his way back to lux, as always. ‘ you were great today, i should have sent you flowers, but i decided to drop by instead ‘ he commented as he made the wine swirl around inside the cup. circles. the end and the beginning bending and blending into a never ending affair, just like theirs. ‘ there’s pretty people this time around, aren’t you afraid of being out of work for the next one ? ‘ the aimed dagger was soothed down with his palm being pressed to the other’s lower back discretely, and that smirk 𝐬𝐞𝐯 displayed to the other, said more than words ever could. @protcsts​     

#protcsts #𝐬𝐞𝐯 - interactions #closed.

[fadinglights]

continued from here, @protcsts

the  look  he  gives  translates  his  skepticism  with  the  denial.  nevertheless  ,  eden  chooses  not  to  poke  at  the  metaphorical  bear  again.  he’s  endeared  ,  though.  so  utterly  endeared  with  that  side  of  kyungsoo  that  he’s  showing  him  more  of  every  single  day.  there’s  always  been  an  ease  to  their  bond.  the  two  seeking  one  another  ,  rather  than  ones  they  knew  longer  and  knew  them  better  ,  on  days  that  were  less  than  bright.  finding  more  comfort  in  one  another  —  even  when  staying  silent  ,  for  hours  sometimes —  than  anybody  else.  eden  gently  rubs  his  thumb  underneath  his  eye.  it’s  the  younger’s  way  of  providing  reassurance  ,  telling  his  lover  that  his  emotions  are  safe  to  be  shown  around  him.  “  who  would  have  ever  thought  you  could  be  so  sweet.  ”  he  did.  in  hindsight  ,  he  can’t  deny  the  glaringly  obvious  sweet  spot  the  older  has  always  had  for  him.  softer  in  his  interactions  with  him  ,  despite  the  constant  bickering  of  the  pair.  unbelievably  patient  when  dealing  with  a  neurotic  eden  and  never  failing  to  bringing  back  a  smile  on  his  face.  what  did  eden  do  to  deserve  him ?  “  you’ve  always  made  me  happy.  ”

“  i  still  very  much  want  to  tear  you  apart  ,  and  expect  you  to  make  it  up  to  me.  ”  unreasonable  ?  certainly.  would  eden  be  eden  if  he  reacted  any  other  way  ?  certainly  not.  “  it  was  … it  was  sort  of  pointed  out  to  me  ,  quite  a  while  back  ,  that  you  and  i  were  too  close  to  only  be  friends.  ”  he  consciously  chose  to  ignore  what  was  obvious  to  an  exterior  eye.  he  buried  his  head  deeper  in  the  sand  the  closer  they  got.  despite  the  pointlessness  of  what  ifs  ,  he  can’t  help  but  linger  on  what  could  have  been  had  he  put  on  his  big  boy  pants  much  earlier.  no  more  ignoring.  his  feelings  are  out  there  ,  spoken  loud  and  clear.  never  again  will  he  shield  his  heart  from  his  other  half.  eyes  fall  shut  with  the  sentiment  being  reciprocated  so  candidly  ,  and  repeatedly.  it  engulfs  him  in  the  warmest  and  safest  of  hugs.  in  such  moment  ,  he  finds  it  hard  to  remember  why  they  need  to  hide  when  it  feels  so  right  to  love  him  and  be  loved  by  him.  “  how  can  it  not  be  ? i  spend  so  many  months  persuading  myself  that  you  could  never  reciprocate  my  feelings  ,  that  i’d  have  to  keep  on  watching ��you  being  with  all  these  other  people  —  ”  there’s  no  keeping  the  grimace  at  bay,  “  —  until  you  found  someone  to  fall  in  love  with.  i  thought  i’d  only  ever  be  your  friend.  ”  it  would  take  eden  some  time  to  get  used  to  the  new  normal  ,  but  the  gentle  affection  of  his  lover  tremendously  helps.  he  squeezes  at  his  waist.  “  remember  that  when  i’m  such  a  pain  in  your  ass  that  you  regret  ever  knowing  him.  ”  he  jokes.  “  i  love  you. ”  

inevitably,  he  melts  under  eden’s  touch.  it  feels  natural  to  want  to  be  near  him  —  it  has  always  been  like  this  from  day  one.  everything  his  best  friend  said  he  loved  about  eden,  he  can  see  it  with  overwhelming  clarity.  “why  are  you  acting  like  i’ve  never  said  a  sweet  thing  to  you?”  it  would  be  heartbreaking  if  all  that  he’s  told  eden  prior  slipped  from  his  mind,  when  he  can  hardly  recall  the  last  time  he  fell  quite  as  hard  for  someone  else.  has  he  ever?  it  is  terrifying  to  think  too  much  about  it,  about  how  this  is  irreplaceable  when  he  has  always  been  too  comfortable  hiding  his  heart  from  the  world.  you’ve  always  made  me  happy.  his  lips  lift  into  a  small  smile,  the  previous  tension  in  his  chest  from  the  earlier  dispute  dissipating.  “good.”  his  lips  press  on  top  of  eden’s  forehead,  as  gently  as  it  is  humanly  possible.  “i  plan  on  continuing  it.”  for  a  long,  long  time.  perhaps,  for  the  rest  of  his  life  if  he  is  allowed.  but  it  is  too  early  for  grand  promises  and  he’s  always  been  warned  that  he  falls  too  hard  and  too  fast.  

“i’ll  give  you  everything  you  want,  baby.”  he  promises  in  a  whisper  to  eden’s  ear,  before  he  pulls  away  slightly  and  curiosity  replaces  the  lust  that  sparks  in  his  eyes.  “by  who?”  maybe  they  were  much  worse  actors  that  they  think  they  are,  though  he  must  admit  that  it  is  increasingly  hard  to  keep  his  mind  off  someone  with  such  significance  in  his  life.  i  spent  so  many  months  persuading  myself  that  you  could  never  reciprocate  my  feelings  —  “when  did  you...  start  feeling  this  way  for  me?”  he  asks,  his  tone  sincere  before  his  lips  close  again.  it  takes  him  some  time  to  dare  and  tell  the  truth.  “...  i  never  wanted  to  be  your  friend.”  not  just  friends.  yes,  it  does  make  him  sound  that  much  more  terrible  when  he  confesses  it  aloud,  but  it’s  bound  to  come  out  sooner  or  later.  he  was  drawn  the  moment  he  saw  him  and  every  day  was  torture  —  to  know  that  he’s  in  love  with  someone  as  close  to  him  as  a  brother.  “you  know  that  you’re  a  pain  in  the  ass?  wow,  that’s  new  to  me.  congrats  on  your  newfound  self-awareness.”  he  teases,  though  he  leans  closer  nonetheless.  “i  love  you  more.”

#kyungsoo ft. eden. #kyungsoo — threads. #kyungsoo ft. eden — thread vi. #( have a throwback <3 ) #protcsts

[tiredtangerines]

@protcsts​​

 he  thought  that  when  his  time  finally  comes,  there  would  be  no  one  left  by  his  side.  no  one  to  mourn,  no  one  to  grieve  and  that  would  be  it  —  the  end  to  his  brief,  unremarkable  existence  in  the  forever  revolving  world.  yet  when  kyungsoo  opens  his  eyes,  he  is  there.  it  takes  a  few  seconds  for  his  lenses  to  adjust  to  the  glaring  light  of  the  sterile  room,  the  same  sickening  stench  that  he’s  never  been  a  fan  of,  but  he  can  recognise  eden  anywhere.  even  with  his  usually  perfect  hair  tousled,  under-eye  circles  shades  deeper  than  kyungsoo  last  remembers,  his  head  half  buried  in  his  arms  sprawled  on  the  bedside.  the  slightest  of  movements  upon  waking  causes  kyungsoo  to  wince  in  pain  despite  the  sedatives  coursing  through  his  system,  awakening  his  drowsy   companion  in  the  process.  “hey.”  he  greets  apologetically,  his  voice  coarse  from  dehydration  —  how  long  has  he  been  stuck  on  this  bed?  how  long  has  eden  stayed  by  his  side?  “you  look  like  you’re  seeing  a  ghost.”

#kyungsoo ft. eden. #kyungsoo — threads. #( what if i did it... what if i give them the bittersweet scene they never got in main verse </3 ) #( the calm before the storm that's the mafia au.. heh ) #tw injury #protcsts

[nouvelis]

 this  is  insane.  absolutely,  fucking  crazy.

 the  worst  thing  about  it  all?  there’s  not  a  glimpse  of  guilt  that  kyungsoo  feels.  why  should  he  feel  bad,  when  it’s  only  him  reuniting  with  the  love  of  his  life?  why  should  he  feel  bad  when  it  feels  so  right?  it’s  as  though  the  world  withered  away  in  black  and  white,  but  with  him,  all  the  colours  come  to  life.  

 they  could  be  taking  a  brisk  walk  home  like  any  ordinary  night,  but  he  is  having  the  time  of  his  life.  the  easy  chatters,  the  laughs  that  come  without  a  hint  of  pretence  —  it  has  always  been  this  natural,  this  effortless  when  he’s  with  eden.  

 what  is  there  to  feel  bad  about  it?  

 “you  said  you  still  have  a  week  left,  didn’t  you?”  then,  what?  he  doesn’t  want  to  think  about  it.  he  doesn’t  want  to  think  about  anything  other  than  to  just  be.   rumination  about  the  future  can  come  and  ruin  him  some  other  day.  nothing  matters  more  to  him  now  than  what  is  right  in  front  of  him.  shuffling  feet  stop  in  front  of  the  door,  the  designated  place  to  say  their  goodbyes.  but  eden’s  hand  is  still  entwined  with  his  and  he  cannot  remember  the  last  time  november  felt  this  warm.  

 calloused  fingers  find  eden’s  cheek  again,  before  they  pull  him  close  for  a  goodnight  kiss  that  leaves  him  breathless  once  again.  it  has  always  been  this  easy,  losing  his  mind  for  him.  the  whole  world  disappears  in  the  blink  of  an  eye.  there  is  no  one  left,  no  one  else  but  them.  “well,  i  guess  this  is  goodbye.”  he  drawls,  words  damp  in  the  little  space  left  between  them,  his  lips  still  not  quite  leaving  the  other’s  before  he  whispers,  “  —  or  do  you  want  me  to  come  inside?”

❛ i don’t want to let go. i’m not ready to say goodbye yet. ❜  accepting!  /  @protcsts

#( ks homewrecker edition aklsjdaj 💀 yes they're on the fast track to hell ) #kyungsoo — threads. #kyungsoo ft. eden. #answered — memes. #protcsts #tw infidelity #queued.

[ofdamnation]

             ‘  what  is  it  you  want  now  ?  i’m  busy  .  ’     //     closed  starter  for  @protcsts​  ,  inspired  .

#i hope this is okay!! lmk if you'd like me to change anything #moonbyul. #protcsts

[svcreds]

               ↬  @protcsts​  ♡

     ”  marry me.  ”  words are mumbled against the skin of the other’s neck after one too many glasses of wine,  but the sentiment was genuine.  “  just the two of us,  wherever you want.  ”

#protcsts #` — park shinwoo : interactions. #♡♡♡

[goldfm-a]

@protcsts​    /    feat.    hanako

“    you    like    my    shirt    ?    it’s    made    with    girlfriend    material    .    ”

#𝐡 𝐬𝐮𝐳𝐮𝐤𝐢 : prose . #protcsts #hope this is okay ! #lmk if you'd like something different ! #also she's terrible at giving flirty liners so this is perfect for her </3 at least she's cute </3 #it's a one liner but we can always expand it into paras !!

[helpersofindie]

Hello! Can I please request some URL suggestions for a female OC with the label The Activist? Thank you!

let me know if you want more/different suggestions:

ofactivsm / ofactivisms

advocaticns

protcsts

fcrpeople

#alex #answered #anonymous #url help

[stxrbxys]

_______________________ it seemed as if it were too good to be true, and it was : too good to be true. if he had known they would be damned from the beginning, would he have  f a l l e n  ?  this time  𝐬𝐞𝐯  hits a different setting , a distended one compared to the rush of the everyday life back at his hometown. this scene has him walking down old stone paving, admiring sights and eating far too much foreign cuisine accompanied with wine. it has him dressing up, alternating between monochrome and just a dash of color. it is also because of the events he has been attending to, that he looks nothing like the common person on the street. it’s mesmerizing, it’s alluring. he can say the same thing about his friends, though. at least half of them is already here, and when they meet the other half, later tonight, a whole bunch reaching up to + 12 would be involved in this almost a week work / vacation / staycation, whatever applied to each, that will come to be and reach full force or potential. when the night finally comes,  𝐬𝐞𝐯 ‘s  group of + 6 heads to this particular brand afterparty, it is the kind that socialites and affluent people from all around the world are invited to : the V I P  they sometimes called it on printed invitations, even if  𝐬𝐞𝐯  is not so sure any of the attendees end up using that term themselves, it sounds old fashioned. at first, he thought that there wasn’t anything distinctive about the party itself, but his mind soon changes when his eyes meet them. after he sips champagne from the tall glass he got from a waiter,  𝐬𝐞𝐯 ‘s  gaze takes in skin that seems to be golden under that lighting. he notices well tailored fabric, and well thought details. he scans over unique looking features, and hypnotizing eyes. handsome, tall and so intimidating, that’s how he would define them, if, a second later, he hadn’t seen them smiling. fuck. he cannot process the need that starts shaping inside him, the need to know their name, partly because he sees one of his friends already talking to them, and it ignites another type of flame : competition. in an adrenaline induced rush, he approaches, but when he does, instead of interrupting, he is being welcomed in by said friend, who also quickly introduces them by name, as well as he informs them that they are all part of the same group and plans. what fascinating world he lived in. the thing is that the other seems to be in high demand, and there is just not enough time to engage in any type of real conversation before they get stolen. the most relevant piece of information  𝐬𝐞𝐯  got then was that his name was lux. they became distant, strangers again, during the course of the night, there were far too many people at the after party that wanted his attention, but that didn’t mean that  𝐬𝐞𝐯  forgot. no, he couldn’t forget, and it sparked another flare : jealousy. with his eyes settled on them from across the room, was that  𝐬𝐞𝐯  witnessed that glint on another’s eye, that ambition he himself had shown for a few others before now, and he hated it. even if there was a long way in between the feeling and making a move, he seemed to be more determined to steal his attention away than most. when it all becomes too uncomfortable to watch, he intervienes. he gets in between their conversation, and invades the space in with they have been cohabitating, his back is facing the nameless stranger as he smiles to lux, too politely to be the real emotion behind it. don’t, he wanted to say, but he knew better than to assume the other to be submissive and responsive, so, instead,  𝐬𝐞𝐯  reached for his hand. his fingers wrapped around his wrist and slid down until they reached destination. ‘ it’s suffocating in here, can you take me outside ? ‘ funny enough, he’d become the suffocating agent later on. @protcsts​

#protcsts #𝐬𝐞𝐯 - interactions

[fadinglights]

@protcsts​

 what  kind  of  idiot  writes  songs  about  a  lover  and  never  sings  it  to  them  when  they  still  see  each  other?  he  does.  he  hadn’t  thought  about  releasing  the  song,  the  demo  long  lost  amidst  a  sea  of  drafts,  until  his  producer  announced  his  liking  for  the  track.  the  subsequent  love  it  received  wasn’t  planned,  either.  still  it’s  a  song  that  he  rarely  ever  sings  in  front  of  a  crowd  because  of  the  memories  it  brings.  about  something  that  has  long  ended  and  it's  all  because  of  his  own  fault.  with  artfully  veiled  reluctance,  he  agreed  to  performing  it  at  his  friend’s  wedding  —  as  terrible  as  he  can  be  to  those  who  adore  him,  he’s  not  cruel  enough  to  refuse  a  friend  on  their  special  day.  the  soft  strums  of  the  guitar  fill  the  room,  followed  by  his  mellow  voice,  warm  and  easy  like  early  sunshine  that  greets  the  sleep-hazed,  languid  bodies  in  a   sweet  embrace.  his  fond  gaze  should  stay  on  the  gorgeous  couple,  swaying  in  the  centre  of  the  ballroom,  the  brightness  of  their  smiles  telltale  of  the  love  they  share.  instead,  it  runs  back  to  the  person  that  occupied  every  crevice  of  his  mind  when  he  wrote  the  very  same  song  hours  past  midnight.  it  is  as  though  no  one  else  exists  in  that  room  —  just  them.  fragments  of  their  time  together  rush  back  to  the  front  of  his  mind,  memories  that  he  itched  to  wash  off,  but  have  stayed  as  stubborn  as  if  they're  inked  onto  his  skin.  every  gentle  whisper,  every  touch  fraught  with  so  much  tenderness.  so  much  of  it  left  unsaid,  so  much  of  it  never  will  be.  perhaps  his  eyes  will  never  fail  to  find  eden  in  every  room,  perhaps  his  heart  will  always  longs  for  him  at  the  end  of  it  all.  perhaps  it  is  one  of  the  things  he’ll  have  to  live  with  forever,  the  imaginary  what-ifs  with  the  one  that  got  away.  he  is  still  dazed  when  he  makes  his  return  to  the  backroom,  before  he  attempts  to  recollect  himself  with  a  few  deep  breaths.  when  he’s  directed  to  his  seat  at  the  banquet,  the  regained  calm  dissipates  in  seconds  and  it  takes  all  his  courage  to  greet  the  table  and  not  fall  to  his  knees.  a  small  nod  with  a  lingering  smile  is  all  he  could  give  eden  before  he  takes  the  only  empty  seat  left.  with  feigned  attention,  he  listens  to  the  acquaintances  mingle  with  the  few  faces  he  knows,  follows  suit  when  they  laugh  at  an  anecdote  he's  missed  entirely.  he  is  being  uncharacteristically  quiet,  but  he  can’t  help  it  when  all  his  mind  can  think  of  is  how  eden’s  hand  is  only  inches  away  from  his  own.  dear  god,  spare  him.  

#( episode 98 of i should be studying but esoo is therapy ;A; ) #( my love language: calling my son stupid in 1092324394 ways ) #kyungsoo ft. eden. #kyungsoo — threads. #protcsts #kyungsoo ft. eden — thread iii.

[tiredtangerines]

@protcsts​​

 can  you  believe  what  they  said?  seoah  recounts  the  incident  on  the  balcony  of  the  empty  hotel  room,  her  irritation  itching  more  the  second  time  around.  if  it’s  going  to  be  anyone’s  wedding  song,  it  would  be  —  she  bites  her  tongue,  swallowing  the  rest  of  the  sentence  before  it  makes  it  past  her  mouth and  hastily  puts  an  end  to  the  call  with  kyungsoo.  no,  no,  no.  this  is  not  what  she  envisaged  when  she  embarked  on  the  trip  with  her  partner.  she  spends  the  next  hours  at  the  pool-side  bar,  sipping  on  cocktails  with  her  pen  and  paper  —  the  downside  of  being  a  musician  is  there’s  never  truly  any  time  off  work,  her  mind  running  wild  with  thoughts  no  matter  where  she  goes  —  no,  especially  considering  where  she’s  gone.  she  lets  out  a  frustrated  groan,  before  she  crumples  the  sheet  and  orders  another  drink  in  hopes  that  her  troubles  would  dissipate.  her  gaze,  however,  latches  onto  the  familiar  face  in  an  instant  and  brings  her  back  to  trouble.  “oh,  it’s  you  again.”  it  comes  back  in  full  force,  the  same  flutter  in  her  chest.  it's  been  here  since  the  day  she  saw  him  again.  before  she  can  stop  herself,  it  slips.  “  —  would  you  go  on  a  walk  with  me?”

#( choo choo 💀 ) #( don't mind me her convo with ks was just too entertaining not to be mentioned akjda ) #seoah — threads. #seoah ft. yunho. #protcsts

[fadinglights]

@protcsts​

only  two  days  after  her  return  to  the  city  she  took  a  break  from,  seoah  is  already  working  into  the  night  for  her  latest  drama  project  —  the  identity  of  her  co-star  not  yet  revealed  to  the  lover  she  only  just  reunited  with  two  weeks  ago.  she  tries  her  best  to  keep  all  movements  as  quiet  as  possible,  a  smile  brightening  her  tired  features  once  she  spots  the  familiar  silhouette  in  her  living  room.  with  light  steps,  she  drops  her  bag  to  the  coffee  table  and  bends  over  to  press  a  kiss  on  his  forehead,  only  for  her  to  mentally  slap  herself  when  she  accidentally  wakes  him.  “hey  there.”  she  whispers,  her  tone  apologetic  before  it  turns  playful.  “you  should  be  in  bed  —  or  is  my  sofa  that  comfortable?”

#protcsts #seoah — threads. #seoah ft. yunho. #seoah — verse iii. #seoah ft. yunho — thread iii.

[fadinglights]

“don’t  look  at  me!  i  don’t  …  i  don’t  want  you  seeing  me  like  this.” from  a  meme  you  send  10  years  ago  /  @protcsts​

 it  is  is  quiet  here,  too  quiet.  junso  had  never  liked  hospitals,  though  he  cannot  imagine   anyone  sane  being  fond  of  a  place  as  gloomy  as  this.  where  darkness  reigns  despite  the  bright,  ashy  lights  of  fluorescents  that  hang  and  stare  from  the  ceiling.  it’s  hours  past  the  accident  and  the  first  time  he  gets  to  see  yunho  awake.  if  his  heart  is  writhing  right  now,  he  can  only  imagine  how  yunho  must  be  feeling.  it  all  happened  so  fast,  them  on  the  stage  they  had  been  waiting  for,  everything  seemingly  within  reach.  the  recognition  they  had  been  wishing  for  was  finally  here,  their  hard  work  seen  and  praised  by  the  deafening  audience.  but  it  soon  turned  into  one  of  the  worst  nights  of  his  life,  the  cheers  turned  into  shouts  into  cries.  still  with  a  microphone  in  his  hand,  he  turned  around  to  see  his  best  friend  struggling  with  pain.  

 it’s  tragic,  isn’t  it?  how  everything  can  change  in  the  matter  of  seconds.  how  dreams  can  be  thieved  from  their  hands  just  like  that.  

 the  yunho  that  is  now  in  front  of  him  looks  nothing  like  the  brother  he  knew  only  a  day  prior.  though  fatigue  weighed  him  down  even  then  from  a  week  of  near  non-stop  training,  the  spark  remained  in  his  eyes.  it  was  stubborn  and  infuriatingly  at  times,  but  it’s  there  just  like  it  was  before.  alive  from  a  genuine  love  for  his  craft,  an  unyielding  want  for  perfection.  now,  his  features  have  the  same  colour  as  the  sheets  on  the  bed  and  in  the  brief  moment  junso’s  hand  touches  his  before  he  flinches  away,  his  temperature  as  cold  as  the  meal  that’s  left  untouched  on  the  side.  

 “i’m  staying,  no  matter  what.”  yunho  isn’t  the  only  one  who  can  be  stubborn  about  what  he  loves,  who  he  loves.  the  rejection  doesn’t  bother  him  when  he  knows  exactly  why  he’s  acting  like  this.  junso  turns  around  and  pulls  a  chair  close  to  the  bed  before  he  takes  his  seat  and  focuses  back  on  his  hyung.  “a  little  bird  told  me  you  haven’t  been  eating.”  his  voice  is  soft,  more  mature  than  most  can  ever  see  from  him.  it  does  make  his  heart  ache  seeing  yunho  so  sallow,  but  he  holds  back  his  tears  and  forces  a  light,  gentle  smile.  “will  you  at  least  drink  some  water?”  he  twists  the  cap  off  the  bottle  taken  from   the  bedside  table  and  hands  it  over.  i’m  not  going  anywhere,  you  know.

#( wow.... ) #junso — threads. #junso ft. yunho. #answered — memes. #protcsts #tw hospital #tw injury

[fadinglights]

continued from here, @protcsts​​

 he  doesn’t  know  what  he’s  done  to  turn  the  atmosphere  into  this.  from  the  moment  he  woke  to  when  he  went  to  get  the  door,  what  could’ve  possible  gone  wrong  for  things  to  crumble  into  this?  there  have  been  undercurrents,  though,  the  mood  swings  shown  by  eden  that  have  confused  him  but  not  to  this  extent.  “what  makes  you  think  it’s  some  kind  of  game?”  ​is  this  a  game  to  eden,  to  make  him  feel  cared  for  only  to  break  away  from  him  in  a  second’s  notice?  if  it’s  some  form  of  loyalty  test,  it’s  bullshit.  “i  almost  died  for  you  —  what  more  do  you  want  from  me?”  he  could  lie  to  himself  that  it’s  all  part  of  the  job,  throwing  himself  to  the  line  of  fire  to  keep  eden  safe  —  he  did  —  but  it’s  more  than  that.  more  than  what  his  head  could  make  sense  of,  more  than  what  his  heart  was  allowed  to  feel.  i  don’t  need  you,  eden’s  words  ring  in  his  ears  —  what  if  i  do,  what  if  i  need  you?  it  doesn’t  matter,  now.  it  shouldn’t  matter.  what  is  eden  acting  like  he’s  committed  an  unforgivable  crime,  when  all  he’s  done  this  past  week  was  letting  him  near?  it’s  all  a  mistake  —  is  this  what  eden  wants  him  to  understand?  “the  only  one  who’s  punishing  you  is  yourself.”  he  answers  sternly,  before  reaching  for  the  first  aid  kit  still  on  his  nightstand  and  scrambling  for  the  tweezer.  eden’s  growing  pale  with  the  blood  rushing  out  —  he  can  struggle  all  he  wants  but  he’ll  lose  it.  kyungsoo  begins  the  task  of  removing  the  shards  after  cleaning  the  tool  in  haste,  uncaring  for  eden’s  waning  fight  when  his  clutch  steadies  the  injured  hand.  it’s  something  he’s  familiar  with,  patching  himself  up  after  a  rampage.  but  the  way  his  heart  aches  is  foreign  —  this  is  what  happens  when  he’s  foolish  enough  to  lay  it  bare.  “ten  more  minutes.”  just  to  tie  up  the  loose  ends.  “then  i’ll  disappear.”

#( this is Fine 🫥 ) #kyungsoo ft. eden. #kyungsoo ft. eden — thread i. #kyungsoo — threads. #kyungsoo — verse i. #tw injury #protcsts

[tiredtangerines]

@protcsts​

every  time  i  wake  up  &  you’re  there  next  to  me,  i  wonder  if  i’m  still  dreaming.  "no,  no.  i  think  you  got  it  wrong."  kyungsoo's  voice  is  still  hazy  with  sleep,  much  like  his  lover's.  "every  time  i  wake  up  and  you're  next  to  me,  i  wonder  if  i'm  still  dreaming."  he  smiles.  "good  morning,  beautiful."  he  presses  a  soft  kiss  to  eden's  cheek,  before  his  lips  wander  down  his  neck  and  chest  —  the  marks  of  memories  of  their  week  together  too  obvious  to  be  missed  by  a  naked  eye.  this  is  the  day  he's  been  dreading  since  the  night  that  weaved  their  paths  together.  the  day  eden  will  be  dropped  off  at  the  airport  and  go  home.  only  to  fix  loose  ends,  he  says,  but  who  knows  what  will  happen  tomorrow?  will  eden  realise  the  grave  mistake  he's  made  in  a  moment  of  passion  (  and  the  moments  after  that  )?  that  the  life  he  built  with  his  husband  matters  so  much  more  than  his  buried  past  with  kyungsoo?  a  thousand  fears  plague  his  mind  and  drive  him  crazy,  but  he  keeps  them  inside.  desperate  to  keep  this  bubble  alive  and  whole,  their  cherished  suspension  from  reality  in  the  comfort  of  his  apartment.  he's  forgotten  how  it  felt  like,  the  privilege  of  waking  up  to  someone  he  loves  every  morning  light  meets  his  eyes.  his  kisses  stop  eventually  and  he  rests  his  head  on  eden's  chest,  wonders  for  a  moment  if  eden  can  comprehend  the  weight  of  his  corrosive  thoughts.  don't  go.  don't  leave  me  again.  "what  do  you  want  for  breakfast?"  he  should  make  it  for  eden  this  time,  when  this  could  well  be  their  last.  but  he  doesn't  want  to  move  —  doesn't  want  to  be  anywhere  but  here.

#( another day. another vicious attack of esoo feels </3 ) #kyungsoo — threads. #kyungsoo ft. eden. #protcsts #tw infidelity

[tiredtangerines]

@protcsts​

“what  —  you  ran  into  seoah?”  junso  gasps  into  the  phone,  his  surprise  seemingly  genuine  as  his  smile  grows  bright  in  the  quiet  space  of  his  studio.  it  is  all  going  as  planned.  normally,  he  is  not  one  to  meddle  with  his  friends’  business  as  long  as  they  are  content.  but  this  is  yunho  and  seoah  and  he  knows  both  of  them  like  no  one  else.  “that’s  insane.”  sounds  like  fate,  or  one  of  his  most  brilliant  shenanigans.  “did  you  guys  talk?”

#( what can i say except that i miss him being a brat asdjla ) #( junso the drama king ) #junso ft. yunho. #junso — threads. #protcsts