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[melxodrava]

❝ — I want you to want me too, I know that I signed up for this casually but I fell for your tricks, I’m the casualty ❞

Looking for a fwb relationship for Maia! Scared of commitment and doesn't like the idea of love and relationships, Maia decides to just keep a ‘strictly physical’ relationship with Dawn (fc and gender open). They meet up a lot, go to clubs and party, sometimes are even each other's plus ones at events. Just some rich kids being a mess and doing whatever the fuck they want. And when the press asks them what they are, they just shrug and smirk. But of course, feelings get in the way. And to make matters worse, Maia realises she’s the guilty one despite being the one to establish their relationship. Drama ensues. Maybe happy ending? Who knows. As mentioned above, the fc and gender are completely open!, though i do have a preference for kim hyojong (dawn). their job could be anything, doesn't have to be famous. age range could be around 20-24 y/o. idk i think that's it? im literally open to anything. hit me up in discord at jeaninetendo#6331 if you're interested or have any questions!

#badtimesrp #charareq

[melxodrava]

raphael moon   ♞   twenty-one  ♞   twitch streamer/student

❝ — Everyone falls down sometimes But you just gotta know it'll all be fine It's ok, uh-huh, uh It's okay, it's okay ❞

large iced coffees. unfinished chapsticks. messy notes for class. all nighters. headphones. sweatpants. oversized hoodies. black beanies. lazy sundays. max volume. indoors on a friday night. midnight snacks. worn out sneakers. tousled hair. dirty jokes. much more fun online. ice cream during winter. half-assed answers. shrugs. child-like wonder. grin from ear to ear. carnivals. work in progress.

#badtimesrp #charadev

[melxodrava]

miyoung 'maia' seo   ♔   twenty-five  ♔   influencer/model

❝ — I know exactly what I want and who I wanna to be I know exactly why I walk and talk like a machine ❞

messy bun. flower crowns. red lipstick. confident laughter. stilletos. oversized t-shirts. hair all the way to their knees. green sparkly eyes. fully charged cellphone. silk dresses. lavender essence. highlighter. fairy lights. washed out polaroids. sings in the shower. golden hour. swimming in the summer. picnic on a sunny day. glitters. dancing like no one's around. long conversations.

#badtimesrp #charadev

[melxodrava]

lim hyukjae   ♛   twenty-three  ♛   rapper/barista

❝ — don’t be mad cause I’m doing me better than you doing you, better than you doing you, fuck it, what you gon’ do?❞

leather jackets. late night drives. neon signs. black coffee. pride. high cut sneakers. windows down. wind blowing your hair. vinyl records. band tees. the color red. messy journals filled with dreams. drunk texts. old mementos you can't throw away. indoors during a thunderstorm. loud concerts. confetti. fast-paced. harsh words. ticket stubs. street lights. lace-up boots. tangled earphones.

#badtimesrp #charadev

[melxodrava]

alias: jean age: 21 timezone: gmt+8 pronouns: she/her identifiers: taurus sun, virgo moon, sagi rising, hufflepuff, infp, idk what else is there favorite plots: slice of life, modern stuff, friends/enemies to lovers, family plots, and ofc all the smut about you: ur resident taurus sun, virgo moon, sagi rising crackhead who drinks too much iced coffee and eats all the time uwu meme that represents you:

fuk i couldnt choose just one

#badtimesrp #intro

[melxodrava]

name: jean age: 21 pronouns: she/her favorite character types: dumb characters who are dense and naive about everything, mean characters who are secretly soft, ride or dies, childhood friends, enemies who are possessive about them being the only one who can be mean to the other, mom friend site turn ons: nice aesthetics, chill atmosphere about you: the epitome of food-loving taurus

#mamrp #intro

[melxodrava]

yixingxing:

Tick tock. The clock in the room continues as Seunghwa’s anxiety builds up in layers, burden upon burden. It’s not until the door actually opens where he feels the tension around him snap, and he hesitantly glances up, eyes wide upon whoever it was at the door. “Jongmin?” He asks, since the other doesn’t introduce himself. Excuses come as a backup plan in his mind in case it’s a stranger who comes through the room accidentally (it happens enough.) ‘i only enroll in online classes, thats why i dont know who im meeting with’, is the best one he comes up with, his mouth in a downwards turn until this moment passes.

He nudges the drink to Jongmin, heart beating a mile a minute as he puts his pencil down and there goes his thirty minutes of review because all he’s focused on is the vaguely familiar face before him. Jongmin. He’s heard that name before, alongside the crowd that hosts the most ‘enjoyable parties’ on campus. AKA- be popular, or you won’t be there.

Seunghwa suddenly feels extremely awkward that this specimen is the one who has been texting back and forth with him, but while he bites his lip, he offers the drink ( with melting ice ) to Jongmin. “Come on, sit down. I got your drink! Complicated order and all,” since it wasn’t on the menu. He smiles, setting aside his homework since it seems less important than the person he’s been texting 24/7 since the error occurred. So far, it’s proven to be the best distraction life has offered, a companion that’s willing to deal with his sass, and messages back. Granted, it’s superfiical and all that, but Seunghwa is still sitting across the person who’s had his attention for the last few days straight. Which is saying a hell of a lot.

“So… hello.” He chooses in favour of saying anything that is self-deprecating. Seunghwa can deal with his roommate for that later, as he sweats bullets down his back and smiles charmingly at Jongmin, the tall not-so-stranger across him now. “Fancy meeting you for real.” He twiddles his thumbs nervously under table, blessed that Jongmin can’t see his nerves, but can probably feel them rolling off him in waves anyway.

“Have you got any other plans tonight?” 

“Seunghwa.” Jongmin said, after hearing his name. He grinned, the biggest he has had in a while because this was it. This was the guy he has been texting (and lowkey crushing on) for the past few weeks, and to be honest, Jongmin is pleasantly surprised because Seunghwa was the cute guy in his class. He suddenly feels giddy and excited, because he thinks he might actually have a chance. 

“Oh right!” Jongmin says, reaching for his drink. “Thanks. I needed this.” he continues with a grin. “It’s not that complicated.” he rolls his eyes. “I just added a few other things, that’s all.” He jokes, trying to keep the air comfortable, similar to how they used to text.

But of course, it doesn’t last long.

Despite Jongmin’s excitement, he’s still nervous. He has never done something this rash before, and he’s not sure how people who online date do it. And besides, he never imagined Seunghwa’s face. All he could think was the guy in his phone. But now that he can put a face on the name, he’s suddenly reminded of all the crazy shit they’ve talked about, and it makes him smile a bit. “Hi.” He replies. “Fancy meeting you as well.” he continues. Jongmin was never that good at social interactions, usually fine with just staying quiet in the corner, but right now he wants to do things right and not mess up.

“Tonight?” Jongmin raises an eyebrow. “After we study, you mean?” he continues. He thinks about it, hand on his chin as he goes into  deep thought. “I don’t really have anything after this, no.” Jongmin said, shrugging. Then he gave a smirk as he leaned in to Seunghwa. “Why? Do you wanna go out together later?” Jongmin said, trying to sound like he was teasing the other male, but deep inside he kind of wished that Seunghwa would agree. 

good afternoon

#{ m: jongmin. }

[melxodrava]

bercevse:

@melxodrava 9:27a / lilycove city, hoenn region

oh naeun had always been a pretty, pretty girl with all the attention the attention in the world, the apple of her parents eye, the youngest child who could do absolutely no wrong. when her elder brothers battled gyms and challenged the elite four, the youngest member of the oh family prefers to stay home in lilycove with her mother and make a name of herself in the contest circuit instead. 

and that she did. 

with her trusty primarina, the young seventeen year-old had pocketed quite a few titles in the cute division, with pictures of her award winning pokemon around the lilycove contest hall and a cabinet full of trophies at home. the previous season had came into a close with a handful of supreme titles to attach to her primarina, a few glistening trophies of gold that her mother would have to squeeze into her trophy cabinet; but the time has come for the current season’s registration, and the public best believe that oh naeun would be first in line. so there she was making a beeline for the lilycove contest hall on a sunny, sunday morning, her sylveon trotting by her feet and her togetic flying around her head.

the receptionist welcomed her by name, grinning widely and leaning down to pet her sylveon on the head softly. 

        “don’t you think your primarina has enough ribbons back home?”

“oh no, i’m putting in sylvie this season, she’s getting a little jealous i think.” a little tinkling laugh, naeun smiled as the tips of her precious pokemon’s ears tickled her chin.

        “i’m sure primarina could give her a lot of advice about winning!” 

she nodded slowly, the half-formed plan from her walk bubbling at her lips. she could not help the curious glances she gave the sign up sheet on the desk, not under her own category, but on the next one instead.

“am i the first one to sign up today?” 

Jay always wanted to make his father proud.

As a renowned pokemon contest trainer, Jay’s father taught him the tricks of the trade. Which move gave the best score and what looked best on his pokemon. He was eternally grateful because ever since, he hasn’t looked back. Pokemon contests soon became his passion and he continued the legacy that his father began long ago. Especially since it was his father who gave him his trusty Talonflame at a ripe age of 10. They’ve been inseparable since, and have won most (if not all) the contests Jay has been a part of.

Which is why this time around, he tries changing things up. Talon has enough ribbons already, so he thinks about giving Arci, his lovely Arcanine, a shot. He has been training for this moment, so he trusts Arci. He head towards the receptionist, a grin on his face as she asks if Talon is joining once again. Shaking his head, he explains to her that it was his Arci’s time to shine. But his eyes stray towards another category. 

Jay had recently gotten a new pokemon on his team, a Vulpix named Vivi. Though she had much potential for the cool contest, it was evident that her skills were best used for the beauty category. But knowing his father, he wouldn’t really approve of him straying to a different category. He shook his head after he was reminded of his father an continued to sign up.

He moved away for others to write down as he walked around the hall, listening to other’s conversations and seeing old competitors. For some odd reason, his ears perked upon a familiar voice talking to the receptionist. With a smirk, he approached the girl. “No, I’m afraid I also signed up.” Jay said, approaching Naeun. “I mean, in a different category, but still.” he said. “Are you bringing in your Primarina again this time around? Isn’t she a bit too overdone?” he continued, teasing evident in his voice.

friendly fire-

#{ m: jay. } #ok this took #too long im sorry #T_T

[melxodrava]

ultracocobabe:

@melxodrava

dressed well and dressed highly is the only acceptable way one can show up to an art exhibition of this scale. all social and class causes aside – things that marcel hardly has any empathy for, but with full willingness to be sympathetic to it – the art displayed by the social crusaders and artists is truly a sight to behold, and one that’s available through money. the hypocrisy of these contemporaries sometimes sickens him, but if it must be done in the name of art, then so be it. he might have even donated a pretty penny or two, despite his tightened finances, and still, he manages to show up in a well-fitting suit and a new cane to match his shoes. they look like polished leather and is an art statement unto itself for those modest enough to keep their eyes down.

but this isn’t the salon d’automne. it’s much more intimate, off-the-coast, off-the-bracket. still, many have come, and marcel is dressed at his best.

it’s no wonder why. the artist, in all his skill, has procured such works that it merits its own exhibition, to which marcel has donated much more generously. it’s not social favours he’s after in france. he’s had his fill of that back home. no, it’s closer to the heart, this time, and money is just a good appetiser, something to have on the side, something that’d keep the champagne flowing on opening night. 

he engages in small conversations, and flits away when someone else offers a better topic. it’s all politics, movements, revolutions – oh, the french and their revolutions! how very european, he remarks, and they laugh and say, how very american; the newcomers call him oriental, because they don’t know, but he doesn’t quite mind that. it’s been generations and it’s an identity crafted from an insult. someone rises to his defence and he gives his thanks, and he’s in the middle of educating the nouveaux arrivants to the scene when a flash, a glimpse, a glamour –

and he’s turning away again, giving his apologies for the sudden need to be elsewhere but there, and suddenly be somewhere with someone. it’s an attraction of the worldly sort. it’s the cheekbones, perhaps, or his eyes, or his hair, or his hands. everything must have been crafted by god.

“apollo,” he calls out, and has to bite back the chérie, mon ami, mon amour. “i must congratulate you – you’ve outdone yourself again.” cheekily, he smiles, sips his champagne, as if he hadn’t been watching the man work on his pieces for the past few months, in the stimulating space of his own home, “may i ask you what inspired you? it must’ve been something absolutely grand.”

Apollo was never a fan of such gatherings. He was always grateful and thankful for everyone who visited and appreciated his art, but he hated how he had to dress up and shake hands to those who are here just for show. He always had an eye for those who were here who truly appreciated his works, and those who were only here to say that they have visited and artist’s work. But either way, Apollo had grown to smile at them both just to show appreciation. Even those who don’t want to be here are contributing to his work as an artist, and he is still thankful for that.

He is casually talking with another man from his town, interviewing him about the process and what instruments he used to make his artworks, when he feels a familiar presence approach him. He hears him call out his name, a bit distant than from when they were alone together so many nights ago, and Apollo turns around and gives a blinding smile. “Marcel.” He greets, with utmost joy.  “Merci, Merci. ” Apollo says, bowing a bit with thanks. To others, their conversation looks as if it is just two friends meeting for the first time. But as Apollo stares into Marcel’s eyes, he remembers those nights when it was just the two of them, only focusing on each other and nothing else, as if the world didn’t exist. “I would have to say, love. Amour.” He says, a knowing smile on his lips as he takes a sip of his own champagne. “It is cheesy, I know, but if you see not all of these works are... Happy.” He says, gesturing to each of them. “because that is the truth with love, yes? It’s not always going to be.... Happy.” He says, musing. 

“Ah, just like this one.” He says, motioning to a nearby work of his. It was a difficult piece to decipher, full of geometric shapes that were connected to form one grandiose piece. The colors were muted, very different from the vibrant ones around it. “This was inspired one night, after I met someone.” He said, trying his best not to look at Marcel, because Apollo knows who he is talking about. “And that person had changed my life, perhaps for the better. But from the beginning, I knew it was meant to be, which is what inspired me to make this one.” He said, smiling, despite the sadness of his words.  “In fact, most of these works were inspired by that person.” He said, sipping his champagne once more as he stood in front of his painting, taking in all the details.

paris, france – october 1909

#{ m: apollo. } #hi bb!! lemme know if u want me to change anything <3 #THIS TOOK TOO LONG IM SORRY

[melxodrava]

pictoratus:

     at the comment that came from the other detective, kitae bit back a grumble, ready to talk about the movie as long as it was needed to prove how amazing it was. however, chanwoo was already a few steps ahead of him on the case, so he kept it quiet, listening to the rest of the questioning with the convenience store owner. he took mental notes ( not on paper because those were for losers ), paying his utmost attention to the words, which ended up to be not much at all. besides the possible lead on the perp’s height, kitae had nothing and chanwoo’s words were enough to make him squint, his lips pulling to a frown. “well — now you told me all of that — we are on the same book aren’t we ! or page — whatever —”

     when chanwoo began to investigate the inside of the convenience store, kitae decided to do the same, picking another route between the aisles, trying to see if there was anything else that seemed out of the ordinary. it wasn’t a high-end store, which meant that not everything would be a tell. for example, the badly put chips on the racks were hardly any indication that they were stolen. and kitae decided not to annoy the owner anymore, so continued to walk around, hoping to stumble upon some part of the costume or anything alike.

     at the other’s exclamation, he made his way towards him, his height giving him advantage to look over his shoulder before he stepped to the side. his eyes on the map, he followed and listened to chanwoo carefully, his immaturity gone for the shortest of moments as they were talking about the case. when another store was circled on the map he let out a loud grumble, because yes, all of it sounded very rational— which meant it was chanwoo’s solve if the perp showed up there. “yes — yes that makes sense, fine .” of course, he wasn’t cheerful about it, chanwoo had solved it before him after all. “we can do a stake-out in front of the shop then.” another childish gesture followed before he made it outside with him.

     only two days after, the two were in a department-issued car, one that was aimed to be inconspicuous as they waited. much to kitae’s joy, they weren’t in their job clothes either, which meant there was no need to wear a tie. the day before, no one seemed to target the store, and kitae wasn’t sure if he was happy to be winning — because the frown on chanwoo’s face threatened to trigger something inside — and oh, yes, it was an open case he wanted to close. that too, of course. so as they waited, he pulled a packet of gummy bears from his pocket before holding it out. “can’t do a stake-out on an empty stomach am i right ?”

At this point, Chanwoo was frustrated. It had been two days already and the perp was still nowhere to be found. Chanwoo had a habit of biting his nails when he was nervous or frustrated, and right now his nails were at the worst they’ve ever been. This was mainly because not only did he want to already solve the case, he wanted to be ahead of their bet. Of course, Chanwoo always hidden that motive with the fact that they were cops and this was their job, but Chanwoo was always the competitive type. 

Right now, Chanwoo was only focused on the convenience store. Reaching out for his binoculars, he looked at the store in case of any suspicious people. But so far, the convenience store empty aside from the employees inside. He was focused too much on the stake out until he heard the ruffling of plastic on his side. Looking over at Kitae, he saw that the other brought out some gummy bears. He rolled his eyes at the other’s explanation. “Gummy bears aren’t the best meal for a stake-out, Kitae.” he said, reprimanding the other. “It’s super unhealthy. Full of sugar and all that.” he said, but as he continued talking about food, his stomach started growling. He frowned. He was so busy with this stake-out he forgot to eat dinner. And right now, those gummy bears did sound nice. Letting out a sigh, he reached out for some of them. “Fine. I’ll have some too.” he said, begrudgingly. He got a few and popped them in his mouth, hoping that it would fill his hunger for at least a few hours until the perp arrives.

He slowly looked back at the store and realized that suddenly there was a big group who entered. Chanwoo cursed, regretting taking his eyes off the convenience store for a moment. Right on cue, some of the people left after buying, leaving all but one teen male who seemed to be taking his time. In fact, he seemed to even be watching if everyone had left. 

“Kitae.” Chanwoo said, nudging the male and motioning at the store. “Do you think it could be him?” Chanwoo asked, curiously. The teen didn’t look..... Suspicious or anything. He was wearing a normal tee and some pants, but he did have a hat on that covered most of his face. Chanwoo didn’t have time to react when suddenly, the teenage boy put out a gun and pointed it at the cashier. “Fuck!” Chanwoo cursed, exiting the car.

the bet.

#{ m: chanwoo. }

[melxodrava]

withoutjoy:

@melxodrava

contrary to popular belief, eli isn’t always an asshole.

like everyone else, he has his moments. especially during a restless nights, when the lemon that life gives you gets into his eyes and makes everything red and painful. exhaustion, sleep-deprivation, and intense hunger; the complete package to end a day’s hard work. maybe add homicidal urges and nearly non-existent sense of self-worth to sweeten the deal. 

but there are also times when he is nice. when he’s helpful with a smile on his face and an emotionally-stable soothing voice. when he discards the bitterness that reside on his tongue permanently and speak encouragingly towards others. it’s rare- but it still counts, right? at least he’s not a complete asshole. maybe half, or ¾.

like any other human being, eli also has a weakness. and that weakness comes in the form of an ahn jisung.

twenty-three years old. born and took his first breath at the exact same time as him. model tall, broad shoulders, killer smile. looks devilishly handsome, but his personality seems more like an angelic puppy in eli’s eyes. then again everyone is pretty much angelic compared to himself–

it’s hilarious, if you think about it. elijah nam–or nam iseul, as his grandmother named him–has lived his entire life in usa, can barely speak a single sentence in korean or know anything about his supposed homeland. who would’ve thought a lost boy like him could form a relationship with a boy who has lived his life in south korea? definitely not his family or any of his close friends. 

well, if you count dating via sensory link, that is.

but timezone sucks ass. more often than not they find themselves waking the other up on ridiculous hours or appearing right during the most hectic of schedules. like now, for instance, when eli’s all packed up for dreamland, eyes weighing tons and joints like jelly. he feels the tell-tale sign of his environment shifting and he knew in that moment, he’s no longer in anaheim, california but in seoul, south korea instead. and jisung the opposite.

“so,” his voice is already thick with sleep, and eyes too bleary to see his surroundings properly. whatever. jisung already saw worse. “what’s happening, hm? tell iseul-hyung all about it.”

Usually Jisung was good at what he does. He was always efficient and prepared for everything his dad threw at him. He grew up in that environment, where whenever his dad asked something he didn’t only had to deliver, he had to fucking excel at it. This was the mindset he always had, and usually, he was amazing at it.

But there were times when he would fail. And usually, it was worse.

The company was trying to settle a disagreement within the company. It was quite heated, and Jisung was at the center of it all. He had been accused of misusing the funds of their company, saying that he had been spending it on lavish cars and branded watches. And Jisung hated such accusations, especially since they were completely false. In all honesty, he knew it was his younger brother who was to blame. He was the one spending all their money, but being the next CEO to the company, they were attacking him instead of his sibling. They knew his younger brother had no desire to be the heir of the company, so all they had to do was kick Jisung out.

The agreement ended with them having the upper hand, Jisung was able to prove that it wasn’t him that misused the funds. This was definitely a good thing, because it meant that Jisung was in the clear. But that didn’t bring back all the money his younger brother spent. In the end, they promised to find a way to return all the money in it’s rightful place. And the workers seemed to be fine with that. At the end of the meeting, hands were shook and nods were given. Jisung should’ve felt at ease or happy, but upon seeing his father’s frown at him, he was frozen. Had he fucked up? What had he done wrong? 

This was what worried him until he arrived back at his apartment. He took of his coat and loosened his neck tie and laid on his bed, his arm covering his eyes while he let out a sigh. He definitely needed some company. Closing his eyes and finding that link, he suddenly felt a familiar presence near him, and he knew he wasn’t alone anymore.

He opened his eyes and looked at the familiar shape at the foot of his bed. He gave a soft grin as he put out his hands, an obvious plea for Iseul to come to him. “Cuddle with me first?” Jisung asked, a bit innocently. He grew up with little to no affection from his family, so he always desired to be hugged or touched.

* the other side

#{ m: jisung. } #THIS TOOK SO LONG IM SORRY

[melxodrava]

valentinebug:

It’s all about the girl that I’ll meet

@melxodrava

There were many things that Yi Sewoo was expected to do by his parents, friends, and clients and while he was willing to do some of those things, there were some that he was not thrilled to do at all.  For him, his job, his clients, came first because his only desire was to bring justice to those that were wronged which was something he learned from his mother since he was a young child.  Of course, his mother would rather have him working at her law firm which had grown a lot since she started it at their house but he didn’t want to be a lawyer.  As much as he loved his mother, he was not blind to the possibility of being hired by a rich bastard that wanted to be rescued from the consequences of his actions.  His mother had started her law firm to help the poor but the more it grew, the easier the main goal had been pushed to the side.

The fact that she kept trying to set him up with daughters of her clients or friends was what grated on his nerves and to keep her off his back, he had started seeing the one among all of the young women his mother sent his way that seemed the least concerned with getting married.  Still, as he dropped off the woman at her home after a “date,” the only thing he wanted was to sleep because as much as the desire to get drunk was there, he knew that it would be unwise since he had to be in court tomorrow early in the morning.  Of course, before he could start his car, he checked his phone and a text from one of his friends reminded him that he had promised to attend a housewarming party for one of their friends.  The friend had tied the knot the month before and since he had not been able to go to the wedding, he couldn’t skip this party.

With a sigh, he looked at his attire which was the black suit, a white dress shirt and a black tie with blue diamonds and groaned because if he was going to shower and change, he wanted to go to bed, not to a party.  He purposely didn’t change his work clothes for the date to show how little he cared about it and now as he made his way to his home, he kind of wished he had changed.  Showering and changing as quickly as he could, he emerged out of his house in a pair of black khakis and a striped blue and white button-down shirt and while he wouldn’t admit that he was less unwilling to go to the party, it didn’t seem as bad as before.  By the time he arrived, the house was full of guests and after greeting the hosts, he went directly to snatch a drink before mingling.  Yes, he was tired but he knew some of the other guests which meant he had to socialize.

As he looked around after taking a breather from talking, he caught a glimpse of someone familiar but when his mind provided the image of the girl that stole his heart all those years ago, he immediately shook his head.  There was no way she could be there but then again, with him and his family moving out of Gwangju, it was hard to know if she was still living in Gwangju or not.  “Sewoo, let me introduce you to a friend of mine.” The moment he turned to look at the woman, he knew who it was and he could only stare at her as if he had seen a ghost.  Even though part of him had trouble getting over the shock, another part of him was relieved that he had showered and changed before coming to the party because if there was something he wanted to do was to impress his ex.  The friend said her name and maybe something else but truthfully, he ignored anything besides her.  “We’ve met.” He told his friend while a goofy grin appeared on his lips, identical to the one he wore the first time he talked to her and then he softly told her: “Long time no see.”

Chaerin was ecstatic.

Her good friends just got married and they seemed so happy, and for some reason it made Chaerin happy as well. Just the idea of marriage and finding true love, made her feel so happy. The fact that even if the world is shitty, there really could be someone out there for you.

With a glass in hand, she began chatting up everyone she knew. With her boyfriend by her side, she continued to laugh and make jokes and share stories regarding the recently married couple. It was refreshing, seeing how this was the first time she had laughed this hard in a while. This was mainly due to the amount of stress she had been under for the past few months. She has been looking for a job that would accept her after being fired at her last one. And up to now, she had been unlucky in that department. She had given her resumes to a good number of companies in the city, and to no luck, it seems like they didn’t see her fit or qualified. It was really hard, especially since her boyfriend was successful in his business. He was also constantly pressuring her to find a job as well so that they could finally move in together with more ease, but alas, the search was still on going.

Nonetheless, she was able to put up a happy front amongst all of her peers. They didn’t seem to be noticing how her smiles weren’t as big, but that didn’t mean she still wasn’t having fun. “Oh, honey,” She said, looking at her boyfriend as she checked her glass. “Can you please get me more juice?” She asked, kindly. Her boyfriend took her glass and walked away, leaving her alone. And in that moment, someone suddenly tapped her shoulders, saying something about introducing her to a friend, but as she looked at who it was her heart stopped.

Suddenly years of memories flood over her as she came face to face to Sewoo, her first love and longest relationship. He heart was beating so fast as Sewoo’s face also turned into one of recognition. She blinked, completely shocked at the whole situation, but quickly regained composure. She let out a smile, albeit a bit fake, and nodded. “Yeah, we’ve met.” She agreed. “Long time no see indeed.” She said, emphasizing her words. She took a deep breath, telling herself to stay calm and not act irrationally. This was her ex, and she had to be her best version of herself. “How have you been, Sewoo?” She asked, trying to sound genuine but obviously deep inside she couldn’t care less.

#{ m: chaerin. }

[melxodrava]

altcrlife:

University proved to be a lot more work than Nari expected. Due to the tales of her older friends, she had expected something a lot easier and much, much more parties. Of course, they still happened, but she couldn’t actually go, because she was too busy with her classes. The schedule was hectic and because she had to keep straight As in order to keep her parents – and herself – happy, she Nari wasn’t allowed to slack off. So instead of going to parties, instead of having the fun she expected to have, she had to lock herself in her shared bedroom and study her ass off.

Hooking up also became twenty times more complicated when she wasn’t attending parties where she could meet people, but it didn’t mean it was impossible.

Because the princess wasn’t one to go to parties either, Nari couldn’t bring someone around during the weeks, so she took to memorizing Eunji’s schedule. That way she knew when the girl would be in class and therefore when she could bring someone around without the possibility of it becoming an issue. And she would, every other day, have someone over. Sometimes it was people she met in her classes, other people she was introduced to, but she’d also resort to tinder whenever the situation was complicated. And it worked.

The girl she had under her was someone she met through the app. Nari wasn’t entirely sure about her name, but it was something like Mina. Or Rina? All she knew was that the girl was Japanese and a really good kisser. Nari was quick to remove all of the girl’s clothes and her own as well. She was kissing her way down the other’s front, almost reaching the point she wanted… When the door was opened and someone was shrieking.

“Shit,” Nari was going to kill Eunji, because Mina (or Rina) was quick to fumble for her clothes and to put them on, without even wanting to listen to Nari’s apologies. It was a tell that the girl was probably straight – or thought she was – and just wanted to try it out to see if having sex with a girl was fun, but couldn’t handle the idea of someone else being aware of her sexual proclivities. Before Nari could say much, she was already storming off, Eunji standing outside looking like she’d just experienced the most traumatizing situation of her life.

“Can’t you like fucking knock?” Nari asked, picking up her shirt – thankfully she was still wearing her underwear, because she doubted the other would’ve taken too well to seeing her completely naked. “I texted you, letting you know I had someone over and for you to knock. And now I’m sexually frustrated and there’s absolutely nothing I can do about it, thank you so much.”

Eunji moved to the side as the other woman rushed out of the door, definitely red and embarrassed to have been found out. It took a while for Eunji to regain her composure. Sure, she had taken heed of what Nari had warned her way before, but she didn’t think about actually seeing it with her own two eyes.

“Um–” Eunji said, not that eloquently, as she was still in shock. “I mean, I didn’t think– I thought you were–” Eunji’s mind was definitely malfunctioning at this point. 

Taking a deep breath, she shook her head and sternly reminded herself about the situation. “I thought you might be in class or something!” she said, defending herself. “And besides, I didn’t see a sock on the doorknob or whatever.” She said, crossing her arms and pretending to sound just as furious. She blinked. She reached into her phone and sure enough her phone had a notification from Eunji. “Well, I’m not on my phone 24/7, excuse you.” She continue on. “I thought we agreed on the sock on the door thing! That would’ve been a surefire way for this to have never have occurred!” Eunji continued on. She got a bit red upon hearing Nari lament over her sexual frustration, but she ignored it in favor of just looking mad at the other. 

For some odd reason, she couldn’t stop think about the whole thing. The image was burned on her brain, with the random girl with her head back while Nari was obviously moving downwards. Eunji suddenly felt a bit funny, and it scared her. Perhaps she was just annoyed at how Nari seemed to not be taking any of their rules seriously. Yes, definitely. “I mean, if you couldn’t even do that sock on the door now I’m just not sure if you could follow any other of the things we agreed on!” she continued on. “And don’t you like– Have class or something!” Eunji said.

– months.

#{ m: eunji. } #JSHFJSDHFDH #tw: nsfw #ish #and this reply was #RUBBISH #shdfuewhrhh

[melxodrava]

baby don’t stop–

Yeong was never a big fan of these kind of engagements.

Ever since he was young, his father had already showed him the ropes. His father told him that these engagements were vital for their company, that this network of people were the ones that would help their future.

It made Yeong sick in his stomach.

He saw the nasty looks they had, obviously succeeding only through corruption and bad intentions. Looks that said that they weren’t satisfied until they had the ultimate power over everyone. The worst part was, that look was on the faces of every single person which meant they never will be satisfied. 

He always hated them. He especially hate how some of them saw him as an object, someone that they could overthrow easily all because he was young and impressionable. 

But if there’s one thing Yeong always enjoys, it’s a challenge.

Which is why he still goes to such engagements to this day. Why he is not deterred anymore by their glares and snickers. He has grown immune to all their threats and ways of making him back down. In fact, he knows that they only do so in fear that he might win over them.

And they have every right to be afraid. Because Yeong could, if he tried hard enough.

But to win this game was to not always put your best foot forward. Sometimes, losing could be used to your advantage. And Yeong was cunning like that. 

However, he does admit that his feelings get the best of him.

Exactly like how he is now, as he’s driving towards Jay’s apartment. He did not expect to suddenly be in such a relationship with the boy, but he couldn’t help it. There was just an attraction that Yeong had towards him, starting from his photographs but escalated even more upon seeing him. He couldn’t deny how intrigued he was when he saw the boy, who’s photographs were able to let Yeong feel things he has never felt before. 

Parking in front of the complex, he exits his car. He quickly checks the cuffs of his black suit to see if it is fixed properly before heading towards the elevator to the floor where Jae lives. Finally, he stands in front of the door and presses the doorbell, patiently waiting for the door to open.

( @crxxkedyovng )

#{ m: yeong. } #THIS GOT SO LONG IM SORRY #if u want me to change anything dont hesitate to tell me bb!! <3

[melxodrava]

vuslat + apollo/marcel

ok i had so much fun writing this i am so emotional now hsdhfshdf

Apollo couldn’t believe his eyes.

It had been too long. Probably a year or two (three, his mind corrects himself, but he hastily ignores it.) Everyone around his is congratulating him on a wonderful exhibit, on how his artistry is like no one else’s, filled with such emotion and sorrow.

He smiles at them, out of courtesy, saying his thanks that they took the trouble to come here. But it’s all just out of habit. He’s not really listening to them or looking at them. All their words are coming out his other ear because all he can focus on at the moment is that familiar face and (oh so) familiar body standing in front of one of his paintings.

He gulps, unsure if this really is him. His hair is different, he has more wrinkles, but as Apollo approaches he grows more and more sure that it really is him. His heart is beating much too fast, thumping loudly in his ears–

“Marcel?” he asks, tentative.

His heart stops when he turns to him and smiles that knowing smile and suddenly Apollo is whole again.

#{ ask meme. } #{ m: apollo. } #ultracocobabe

[melxodrava]

cwtch (hyukjae & miran)

this was,,,, short,,, but HERE ily

For the past few months, Hyuk has been feeling out of it.

Ever since he left his home, nowhere has really made him feel safe anymore. His apartment felt more suffocating rather than welcoming, a constant reminder of how he’s alone now, with no one to help him.

But then there’s Miran.

With Miran, it always felt right. She had this ability to make him feel like he was at home. There were nights when they would meet up and just sit side by side (or if he were lucky, they’d even cuddle) and watch movies or talk about how their week or just anything.

Miran has been the single constant in his life for the longest time. She was there when he fought with his parents back when he was still starting his music career, and she’s still there when he left his house and impulsively ran away. She was always there.

Always there to make him feel at home.

#{ ask meme. } #{ m: hyuk. } #evoriiya