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I miss you a lot and I really don't know what to do with myself.

"I miss you too, I'm so sorry."

#[ tumblr never informs me when I have asks now so every time I log in I assume I have none this is rly annoying ] #replies:ask #r #persephonias #ask

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He doesn't reply to the comment regarding how pale he is, instead he just simply smiles in a half-hearted response, because being whatever it is that Jongdae was, he was hardly one to talk about pallid skin. Instead he lets his mind wander for a brief moment of which Minseok spends getting himself comfortable and Jongdae imagines what kind of snow Minseok would be. Ordinarily it would be the soft, thin flakes that catch in hair and settles quickly but right now, Minseok seems like the epitome of slick snow, grey and glazed from being trodden in too much. He hopes the boy will revert back to his fluffy state once awake. He doesn't reply to the following question, either, instead pretending to busy himself with pulling on his seatbelt, however unnecessary it may be for him. He isn't ready to admit to Minseok that he doesn't have a destination on hand, and was in fact hoping one would present itself someway along the road. On the other hand, he took immediate offense to the chiding of his car. As old-a-relic as it was, Jongdae had an uncanny fondness of it; it was plain and simple on the interior and not a wholly unlike Jongdae himself, and without a doubt it always got him where he needed it to. "Don't talk ill of her," he rebukes quickly with a scornful pout, but after a quick pause he catches himself, and haughtily adds; "she's too classy for that - although, if you should wish to don a hula girl skirt and bobble about on my dash, I shan't object." He throws a mocking grin towards his companion, somewhat pleased that he's talking and his humour appears to be vaguely in tact, surprised by the burst of energy despite the apparent lack of morning spirit. "Besides, I'd never take baby street racing," he continues, eyes on the road as he speaks, pondering on whether or not street racing would be something he'd actively indulge in. He has a stringy kind of nebulous memory of racing about in a battered, badly adapted thing in the 60's, but it's silently followed by the sneaking memory of racing on horseback when, if he fell, grazes and bruises would remain bloody and intact for several days and it would be his brother who would help him up. Those memories are startling clear and he pushes them aside assiduously. "I'd definitely win, though," he adds cockily once he's pulled himself free of his reverie. By now the engine had reawoken, and Minseok's cosy street was beginning to drift past the frost-hazed windows at an ambling crawl. He readily clicks the heating on and that joins with the quiet hum of the car, filling Minseok's side with a buzzing warmth that he hopes won't send him back into the sluggishness of a tiresome and sleepy morning. He doesn't tell Minseok that there are blankets tucked up on the back seat, because although he offered, he doesn't really want his friend to go back to sleep yet, thirsty for the companionship of simple conversation - something he's been lacking all too much as of late. "Wedding? Who's getting married? El Dorado I believe is somewhere off of the shores of Mexico, this is of course not because I recently watched 'The Road to El Dorado', the girlfriend is fine, probably, I haven't seen her for a while, but she's usually fine. The pets are, likewise, perfectly well thank you for asking," he shifts in his seat, glancing over at Minseok with a trace of a polite smile, "and how about you? How are you? How's the sister? How's the store?"

"I promised you a road trip," Minseok & Jongdae

He’s lost in a daze again, umber eyes reflecting the whole scene in a blank look. Words register and make sense, but the dullness of his expression remains unfazed, stubborn even. “Everyone’s heard it,” he mumbles as the color returns to his cheeks and his fingers carefully wrap the scarf around the lower half of his face which leaves only his round eyes and the bridge of his nose visible. The man’s fingers lower when he’s done with that task, ears barely noticing the soft thud that his duffel bag makes as it meets the pavement, to pull together his coat and close it properly. It’s only after he’s done and looks up that he notices he’s alone, Jongdae’s last words echoing in his conscious: You can sleep in the car. He snorts at the thought of not being able to sleep in there—how many times had he before?—as if the regular rules of car riding, if any, applied to him. Minseok likes to entertain the thought that perhaps he’d earned privileges restricted to the majority, and him among an elite few could bother Jongdae with whatever and whenever without feeling the usual remorse.

It isn’t until the other opens and closes the driver’s door that he becomes aware of the time again, this time with a minuscule jump. The dumb grin that bares his rounded teeth disappears as his fingers hook on the bag’s handle, and in a few quick movements he opens the door and tosses his belongings in before he opens the passenger door with care. One foot in; then the other. Extra precision is required in his sleepy state, especially when entering cars, and for a moment he thinks to share the story of how he ended up falling next to his own car with only his embarrassed laughter to share the shame with, but as his body settles into the seat comfortably he decides to ginger up the mood with that tale at a later time. First he buckles his seatbelt across from him, fingers fumbling half groggily with the device before he sits up straight to fully flesh out his unspectacular height. “You know, sometimes I think I’m so pale I might just blend into the snow. Become the snow, I will,” he mumbles with the stubbornness to remain awake of a child. His elbow finds the car door and his eyes blink sleepily; it doesn’t help much how peaceful the weather is, clear and quiet, and of course cold enough to discourage movement.

"Anyways, where do you have planned to take me? Remember I can’t go to Lotteworld for another month." There’s a bitterness in his voice that’s exaggerated with the routine grumpiness of his mornings, and with a less than silent huff he dismisses his previous words as another statement becomes more attractive. "Jongdae, your car is so boring you should get one of those hula girl bobble things for it. Or maybe you should get another dancing toy for it so when you’re street racing and lose, you’ll look cool doing it," he continues as his fingers tap on the dashboard excitedly, a grin emerging again as his head nods enthusiastically, "Or if you’re lucky, you can win or something. Who knows? You’re full of surprises." Within a few seconds the sudden burst of energy seems to fade, and the small man finds himself pressed against the seat again with the normalcy in his voice returning. "Tell me though, how have you been? How are the pets? How is the girlfriend? How’s the search for El Dorado? When is the wedding?"

#bookseok #r #replies:para

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i can fill the world with only you

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a thankful chen giving his acceptance speech at the mamas

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7/7 - Bowie’s Birthday Countdown ~ Happy Birthday Beautiful ♥

#minseok #do people still rp or is that a myth

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IM GONNA ASK HER TO MARRY ME

Who are you asking to marry you?

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The scuffing of shoes against gravel catches Jongdae's immediate attention as it drifts down the driveway, along with a cold breeze that goes unnoticed, however he lingers a moment before responding to it, allowing himself to finish tracing the thin crevices of cracks in the pavement under his feet and how they glisten with the remnants of morning dew. His eyes flicker up first, followed somewhat lazily by a subtle upward tilt of his chin and a quick rise of the corners of his lips that give off his disarmingly friendly smile. It fails to falter even as he rolls his eyes in a slightly fond manner, hands resisting the urge to ruffle out the kid's hair in front of him and instead curling in his pockets. He hides his pleasure in seeing Minseok in his coat and scarf as requested, and the slight disappointment that he wasn't sporting some kind of woolly hat to match his cold-bitten cheeks. "I believe I, too, have heard that somewhere before," he says in a playfully wistful tone, though his smile has contorted to sarcasm and he shakes his head with a mocking, silent 'dork', unhesitating as he pushes his body up from where it had been leaning against the car and fixates his gaze properly on his friend, brows beginning to crease in a fleeting response to the lines under Minseok's tired eyes. Perhaps this was an obscenely early hour for him, and although it had previously been thought of in jest for Jongdae - the very thought of a grumpy Minseok being forced out of bed so early was the cause of light amusement - it now put a pin of guilt in him, and he presses his lips together thoughtfully. "You can sleep in the car," he remarks in an idle voice as he pulls the back door of the Camaro open, gesturing loosely for Minseok to throw the hastily packed bag in. There's already two rolled up blankets sitting on the far side of the back row. He once again lingers for a moment, only this time it is out of indecision; whether to be the gentleman he is and wait for Minseok to put the bag in the car - or perhaps do it for him - and open his door for him too, or not. Jongdae eventually, though without a noticeable pause, decides that Minseok can probably open doors by himself and so he has little need to linger around next to him, and abruptly turns on his heel, where the thin sheet of frost, that had begun to thaw out between those very crevices of the pavement, crack under his weight, and steadily begins melting under his absence. He swings his own door open and settles himself comfortably in the car, waiting for Minseok to join him, leather seats giving a welcoming sigh. As he waits, he tries to consider what witty remarks or comments he can retort to Minseok's previous greeting, fingers already tapping vacantly against the steering wheel, the others mimicking the movement against nothing where they rest under his chin, elbow propped on the window. However when the appropriate time comes, he hasn't thought of anything, and thus keeps silent instead, opting to wait until Minseok is at least comfortable in the car before he starts a conversation.

"I promised you a road trip," Minseok & Jongdae

He’s lost in his own reflection that stares at him on the mirror’s surface, eyes gazing at his own as if he was looking at the stranger. It’s not that he can’t identify himself properly nor that he’s suffering from an identity crisis, but rather a restless night matched with his early morning has left Minseok just a line above awake, much of his mind still wandering somewhere between the darkness of slumber and the vivacity of his dreams. There’s a toothbrush hanging out of his half open mouth, white minty foam threatening to spill over and out of his plump lower lip but he doesn’t give it any importance. All his mind is focused on is the possibility of going back to sleep and resting his limbs and how warm his loose, soft pajama pants feel against his thin legs.

The sounds of the first text is what brings him out of his daydream and back into his bathroom with a startled jump and a bite down on his toothbrush. His hands carefully reach for the device on the counter to read the message and rekindle a regular heartbeat. “Ten minutes,” he mumbles, giving the lathered toothpaste enough momentum to fly off his lips directly on his dark blue tank top, drawing his eyes and a quiet groan from his throat. Where would he be taken this time—how did he even get back home from last time? His mind would usually query Jongdae’s intentions more thoroughly, with a little conspiracy dusted over the questions but his mind is just too tired for defiance, and his thoughts quickly turn into actions of compliance. With a spit and a rinse of his mouth he looks in the mirror again, the familiar glint of awareness swallowing the earlier opaque color of exhaustion. 

His arms are above his head and he’s stretching as far as his limbs can, a strange sound leaving his lips that tell a tale of both satisfaction and pain right as the second text arrives—not that he hears it but rather feels the vibration in his pocket, and with speed born of curiosity he reads the second message. Coat and scarf. A shrug is his only response as Minseok moves to his closet to carefully prepare a bag of clothes, toiletries, essentials he would need to maintain an appearance of normality. There’s a finesse attached to each of his movements and decisions on what is deemed necessary, and without the clutter of constant thought his fingers and movements gain an edge of raw talent, and in just a couple minutes he’s headed down the stairs with an unbuttoned coat and a dark grey scarf strewn over his shoulders and the front of his neck. Ridiculous but ready, he locks his front door with the deftness of routine before his steps lead him towards his waiting companion.

"You should cover up," he yells when he’s halfway down the cobble path and he grows quiet until he’s within a foot of Jongdae with a devilish grin already plastered on his rounded countenance while he studies the cold man, "I keep hearing that winter is coming."

#bookseok #replies:para #r #sorry its so late

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138/ ∞ photos of Chen

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It surprises her, both the arm around her waist and the kiss planted so carefully upon her forehead; both are good surprises though so she cannot afford to complain and instead drapes her arms over his shoulders. "It's Christmas soon." Pausing, she grins and gazes up at him before continuing "Let's build a snowman when the snow comes, okay?"

He hums out a quiet chuckle - he could make it snow for her in the very moment they were if she desired it, but he nodded in compliance. There would soon be natural snow at the plenty. "It's two months away yet," he points out instead, pale fingers tangling with the ends of her hair behind her.

#replies:ask #r #persephonias

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[' a shaft of sunlight peeks out through the thick layer of white-grey cloud that stretches over the entirety of the sky, momentarily casting an auburn glare in his eyes as he angles his head up to look up. Bleak weather brings rapid wind and Jongdae ponders on whether or not he'd like it to snow or not - he lifts a hand, brown eyes moulding blue for a fleeting glimpse as he forms a little snowflake on the palm of his hand. A few seconds later and thin flakes are falling out of the sky, settling on his shoulders and Jongdae watches it vaguely proudly before the shuffling of something nearby catches his attention and he looks over to see the cardboard box he'd walked past a moment ago, is moving.] Is someone there?

{‘blue tinged fingertips curl around the flimsy plane of soiled cardboard, he’s curled between two dumpsters and barely shielded from the brisk bite of the oncoming winter wind. the puppy behind him gave up whimpering hours ago as their combined body heat made things bearable, but now they’re both shivering violently.} Cold. So cold.

#xiumera #replies:text #r #[ thanks for writing a starter!! ]

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a rare treat to jongdae’s forehead

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Your Protector | Fleet Foxes

Keep your secrets with you, girl Safe from the outside world

#soundtrack

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Standing up, she waves her hand at him and lifts the heavy weight of her dress up to move forward and greet him instead of just simply standing still. "Hello, love." Hesitating before continuing, she finally finds herself almost whispering out the last words; "I missed you very much."

His arms are quick and easy to find her waist, pulling her slight figure into him as he holds her close, one cold and pale hand getting tangled in the back of her hair as he strokes it gently and presses a kiss on the top of her head. "I missed you too."

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