#➤ ʰᵒʲᶤᶰ ᵃᶰˢʷᵉʳ ┊ ❛ memories of yesterday meet up with today ❜

[starwhispcrs]

❛  did  you  ever  care  about  me ?  ❜ / farrah and hojin :')

@oldspoet // nothing but vulnerable

oh his heart hurts , painful and tender and open - wound fresh . he knows these words like he knows laughter , and smiles , and too intimate touch for someone who does not seek it , who shies away from it because it is foreign and too much ( too much , he is simply too much ) . his heart hurts , and he cannot even look her in the eye , cheeks scarlet not from flushed pleasure or howling laughter but shame , shame , dirty guilty shame . he cares , burning bright , painfully so . he cares , and hojin knows that it hasn't always been as obvious as it should ( as she deserves ) . so he keeps his gaze cast aside , like a kicked puppy , as if he can hide the fact that her words stab into his chest , as if looking elsewhere but her gaze will give him the courage he needs .

" i - . " stuttered word , tongue too thick in mouth , choking whatever he intended to say . coward . he swallows thickly , tries to swallow his heart back into his chest from where it is crying out in pity and hurt and a desperate plea . " why do you think i don't ? " turn the conversation's spotlight away from him to her , question why it isn't obvious with the way he drapes himself over her shoulders , pulls farrah onto his lap , forces his way into her personal space because he cares , and cares , and loves so much it hurts .

#oldspoet #➤ ʰᵒʲᶤᶰ ᵃᶰˢʷᵉʳ ┊ ❛ memories of yesterday meet up with today ❜ #➤ ᵛᵉʳˢᵉ ᵒᶰᵉ ┊ ❛ adrift in a maddening world ❜ #screaming crying Big Sad :(((

[starwhispcrs]

❛ i’ve seen enough horror movies to know where this is going. ❜ / to hojin, from jeonghui

@wcvensouls // halloween themed sentences !!

before jeonghui's even done speaking , hojin is stepping closer and curling hands 'round his arms , a step behind him as if the other will provide the perfect shield . " no , stop , don't say that !! all i'm gonna be thinking about is if we're gonna be in a real life horror movie now ! " an almost petulant whine worms its way into his voice , pitched high with something frightened . the idea of throwing a halloween party in the old building near the edge of town is exactly the type of background for a horror movie , he's more than aware of this . but he hasn't been to a halloween party in a few years now , preferring to haunt the local clubs and bars in the hopes of going home with someone dressed dangerous and distracting . given he already has is someone dressed dangerous and distracting , it’s about time to spend the night amongst dressed up party goers ." hold my hand , if you're just gonna scare me like that . "

#wcvensouls #➤ ʰᵒʲᶤᶰ ᵃᶰˢʷᵉʳ ┊ ❛ memories of yesterday meet up with today ❜ #➤ ᵛᵉʳˢᵉ ᵒᶰᵉ ┊ ❛ adrift in a maddening world ❜

[starwhispcrs]

?? / hojin and jeonghui

@wcvensouls // text meme !!

[ text ; study buddy jeonghuiiii ] if u shush, u hear art [ text ; study buddy jeonghuiiii ] wait i should shush, its owl time [ text ; study buddy jeonghuiiii ] wait wiat no sleep tight and ill come kiss u awake like fairytailes

#wcvensouls #➤ ʰᵒʲᶤᶰ ᵃᶰˢʷᵉʳ ┊ ❛ memories of yesterday meet up with today ❜ #➤ ᵛᵉʳˢᵉ ᵒᶰᵉ ┊ ❛ adrift in a maddening world ❜ #these typos brought to u by my brain just error.exe tbh

[starwhispcrs]

[ caress ] ( from sangyeop uwu )

@yuseongu // soft interactions !!

     words scrawled along assignment detailing mistakes and shortcomings and wrongs are all that he sees. hojin is aware of his own strengths in classes outside of his major - he knows he cannot do complex equations like those who take upper math courses can just as he knows reading flowery prose for too long will only result in distractions in the form of doodles inspired by nonsensical stanzas and too literal descriptions. hojin is more than aware of this fact, and has learned not to let less than stellar grades drag him down and under. but an F, stamped bold and mocking atop returned assignment ? that’s new - he isn’t a straight A student, not by a long shot, but he’s never failed such a major assignment before and it stings. failure is not a cushion to be sat comfortably on, even less so when his phone begins buzzing and caller ID flashes with his father’s picture.

     he feels like crying - he knows exactly what this call is about, knows that on the other end of the line is polite queries about his health and classes and grades acting as a front for the real reason, that his father is calling to once more demand to know why he is still pursuing a fantasy, why he hasn’t switched over to something more useful in life, like business or finance ( he once asked his mother why she doesn’t tell his father that he’s happy, that he’ll succeed, that his name will be part of many scrolling in the credits ; she responded that it isn’t her job to tell him, and that had been that. that stings too ). his father is calling him, he has failed an assignment worth almost 40% of his final grade, and he feels like crying.

     and he thinks he must be, because when he ignores the buzzing phone in favor of searching for comfort, or a place to hide away, he comes across sangyeop and sangyeop immediately goes to him to brush gentle, gentle, fragile fingers down the slope of temple, over curve of cheek, along jut of jaw. his lower lip actually wobbles, like the too childish cartoons his father condemns him for, and he immediately sways forward to knock forehead against shoulder, to turn and hide away lest he do something childish and actually cries. gentle fingers drift along back of neck and he just stands, breathes, tries to remember how to not splinter at the edges when everything has become too much.

     it helps, immensely, that fingers drift, and drift, and distract.

     ( hojin reminds himself to thank sangyeop later but, for now, he stands, and breathes, and lets himself be distracted ).

#yuseongu #➤ ʰᵒʲᶤᶰ ᵃᶰˢʷᵉʳ ┊ ❛ memories of yesterday meet up with today ❜ #➤ ᵛᵉʳˢᵉ ᵒᶰᵉ ┊ ❛ adrift in a maddening world ❜ #this was supposed to be just Soft #but i made it a bit Sad i guess :/ #long post /

[etastra]

❣ for jeonghui

@wcvensouls || kiss the stars || not accepting !!

17. a teasing / sensual kiss

     a cheeky grin curls ‘cross lips like the slow drag of clouds against the backdrop of a picturesque blue sky - lazy and full and so very summer warm that the whistling of wind just outside falls into silence ‘round them, that the inferno blazing under skin mirrors the hazy warmth only summer can bring. but there is no petulant whine lost behind teeth as is only too characteristic of him, as the burn of pleasantness is simmering low and stoked only by the hand resting heated and heavy ‘pon waist, dropping to over muscle of thigh. no - a soft little hum of encouragement, of contentment, nestles at the base of throat and is coaxed free by the almost mindless drag of hands burning paths of molten gold and white hot fire up, up, up.

     soft sigh lilts free past parted lips, a mindless breath given little more than passing thought, little more than the exhalation it rides on, and head lolls forward to seek out the other’s gaze where it lingers elsewhere ( a book of poems, tentatively gifted not too long ago, a sticky note with a doodle of the poem hojin liked best taped to the inside of the cover accompanied ). the cheeky grin adorning lips drops at the edges into a frown, brief and like a white cotton candy cloud passing over the blazing sun. but it’s gone as quick as it shadowed features, mind made up in the endless seconds in which he merely sat and stared and took in the furrow of concentration betwixt brows, in which the steady sweep of a thumb over cotton cloth sends the ever racing thoughts in his head slowing like molasses, like he hit slow-mo on an invisible remote.

     warm palms drag along cheeks to cup and caress and tilt up, up, up, until jeonghui’s gaze burns straight into his heart, dragged from the flowing purple prose burned black into the neat cream pages. mind goes a little more fuzzy at the edges when fingers dig unkind and grounding in thighs ( a cursory reaction, a query in the subtle cant of hand and hike of brow ), and the smile that crosses lips is once more cloud-slow - thick and lazy and coaxing attention with the way it drifts ‘pon features and lights countenance up in something summer warm, summer burning. he closes the distance to seal lips over lips, keeping tentative grasp of the lead as he melts into the sturdy presence beneath him ; everything is slow and fuzzy and summer perfection found in the midst of howling autumn winds and crinkling leaves ( he wants to drown in it, in him ).

#wcvensouls #➤ ʰᵒʲᶤᶰ ᵃᶰˢʷᵉʳ┊ ❛ memories of yesterday meet up with today ❜

[etastra]

❣ for sooah

@wcvensouls || kiss the stars || not accepting !!

4. a nuzzle kiss

     affection swims through lungs and colors everything vivid brightness, warm scarlet hues melting into indigo into violet into a blue so midnight it cannot be described ; affection swims until it looks a lot like the recently dyed strands of warm pink that have taken over the bleached blankness atop head, a slow steady blossoming that isn’t quite blink and you miss it but close, close, so close enough. for once the permanent chatterbox nestled upon tongue is blissfully silent, swallowed up by the blooming adoration that fills lungs with the same simple warmth that only his favorite movies can coax ( it should be his first clue, that sooah is equivalent to a studio ghibli film ).

     cotton candy muffles ears and fills the spaces between, head turning to nuzzle blindly into the curve of soft cheek, nosing for affection and attention even eyes strain to remain part of the conversation ( he bugged and insisted and pestered and asked when he could meet the most recent addition to the eclectic group of friends the woman surrounds herself with, and yet ever flitting attention is miles away from the individual in question ). laughter raises ‘round them in titters and muffled chuckles and amused coos, but mind is already miles away ( in between the pages of a studio ghibli film, nestled in the indigo love of the witch at his side ).

     mindless hum escapes, belated and aborted, a last ditch effort to insisting that he most certainly is paying attention to anyone other than sooah. only the hum lilts into nonsensical air, lost to no one and everyone as lips drag slow and sweet and mindlessly soft along the rounded curve of her cheek ( he can feel her smile, and heart flutters along ribcage’s bars in a valiant attempt at escape ). his own blinding grin melts into another kiss, nosed along the angle of her cheekbone down to her jaw where hojin’s lips smack in a peck ( and another, and another, and another, and a few hundred more anothers for the road ).

#wcvensouls #➤ ʰᵒʲᶤᶰ ᵃᶰˢʷᵉʳ┊ ❛ memories of yesterday meet up with today ❜

[etastra]

( ✉ → sms ) i think my neighbor is an alien. / for hojin

@9livin || text the stars || accepting !!

[ text; jiseokkie ] wait like et or like from the scary scifi movies like alien???[ text; jiseokkie ] u cant just txt me just this at like 2 in the morning w/ no followup[ text; jiseokkie ] im going over there and ur telling me everything!!!

#9livin #➤ ʰᵒʲᶤᶰ ᵃᶰˢʷᵉʳ┊ ❛ memories of yesterday meet up with today ❜

[etastra]

( ✉ → sms ) should i get pizza or chicken wings for dinner? | jeonghui

@wcvensouls || text the stars || accepting !!

[ text; study buddy jeonghui ] yes[ text; study buddy jeonghui ] u cant have one w/o the other duH[ text; study buddy jeonghui ] wait can i eat with u??? i’ll bring one, u bring the other???

#wcvensouls #➤ ʰᵒʲᶤᶰ ᵃᶰˢʷᵉʳ┊ ❛ memories of yesterday meet up with today ❜

[etastra-moved]

a hand gently rested on hojin's thigh as he took a sit on his lap, leaning forward to connect lips together without saying much -- but jeonghui wasn't going to complain, even if he wasn't sure where this was coming from. the kiss was returned almost shyly at first, before it deepened and tongues tangled together. letting out a quiet sigh against hojin's lips, the hand that was on the other's thigh squeezed it lightly. that was definitely a very good kiss and he didn't want it to stop just yet.

     an itch curls beneath skin, one that has left hojin restless and antsy all day, with fingers tugging at sleeves and shorts in search of reprieve and with the animation student hovering in jeonghui’s personal space more than not. he knows how to scratch this itch, knows the best way to ease it is to fall back in trusted hands and let mind wander through purple haze and heat, but he also knows that this is all so new to the other, in a way that has him careful and slow where he treads ( afraid to push too far, afraid he’ll miss a sign and ruin something good ). but the itch curls through veins and settles in stomach and hojin finds himself sliding onto jeonghui’s lap as soon as the opportunity presents itself.

     he hovers for a moment, not quite settling down yet not pulling away abruptly, instead ducking head down to nose along cheek before pressing a tentative kiss to lips, a test of boundaries and a quiet ‘is this okay ?’ in the soft peck. a breathy noise catches on tongue when he feels the hand resting on his thigh, the weight of it encouragement as he finally settles fully astride lap ; hands are slow where they’re sliding along jeonghui’s sides before curling around the material of his shirt, clinging close without pressing too close too fast. he chases the warm pressure of lips locked with his, opens pliantly beneath tongue and doesn’t try to bite back the whimpered noise when tongue slides hotly against his.

     hojin loses himself to the pliant push and pull of jeonghui’s lips against his for an infinity’s breath, loses himself to the way a slow, thorough kiss like this sends purple burning up his mind and has him sagging beneath a weightless presence, loses himself to the way the hand resting upon thigh squeezes and has hips jumping forward ( has him melting pliantly, so good ). cheeks are flushed scarlet as he pulls back far enough to breathe when lungs begin to burn, when that itch grows tighter and more pressing and demands jumping hips to roll down ; fingers clutch firmer where they’re curled over the thin material of the other’s shirt, tugging in a not quite demand, in a not quite plead. a bitten noise dies over his tongue as he drags lips over cheek, mouths the silent query that is burning thoughts to indigo, that is turning cheeks crimson - ‘please let me be good for you’.

@wcvensouls !!

#wcvensouls #➤ ʰᵒʲᶤᶰ ᵃᶰˢʷᵉʳ┊ ❛ memories of yesterday meet up with today ❜ #uwus

[etastra-moved]

“I’m so proud of you, you know that?” from taehyun to hojin, nuzzling into him like the proud boyfriend he is uwu

@mircges || soft-hearted stars || taehyun → hojin !!

     vibrating phone breaks concentration and one glance to the caller id has nausea and upset curling beneath tightening chest ; he loves his father, he well and truly does, but the man has yet to not end their brief conversations with the same words that are all but embedded in mind like a script at this point. hojin has half a mind to let his phone go to voicemail, to delete the voicemail filled with critiques of his choice in major, of the childish imagination his father still thinks he succumbs to, but he already hears the way gruff voice spews the same things over and over into deaf ears - ‘why can’t you be like your cousins, who are business majors ? animating and making things for children will not get you anywhere in life. going to that studio will only lead to failure. it isn’t too late to change your major.’

     he swipes the answer button and lifts the phone to tuck between ear and shoulder, teeth sinking into lower lip and his father’s rambling tone jumping from cursory questions about his health, his classes, ‘that fine young man in his pictures’, and immediately into what hojin always loathes about these bi-weekly phone calls. despite struggling to tune out the same words, they’ve been burned into ears and among mind, searing smoke into thoughts until hojin questions whether what he’s doing is actually worth it, until it’s all he can do to wonder if what he’s doing is something his father’s ashamed of. his responses to his father’s words are hollow, thoughtless - a quiet hum here, a ‘no’ there, and ‘promise to call more often, dad’ over there and the phone call’s ended.

     phone slides from shoulder to land with a thud on wooden floor, hojin not even wincing at the dent or crack that might greet him. instead he stands from his desk and pads through the room, in search of a distraction in the form of cool touch and warm words ; he finds taehyun sat on the couch with a book in hand and, for a moment, he doesn’t want to be a bother. but then taehyun gives him a cursory look, a small frown, and waves him over and hojin allows himself to be pulled into taehyun’s gravitational pull, collapsing onto the couch at his side and dropping head onto shoulder. he feels a cheek rest against his head, feels cool fingers play with his own, and all he can get out is a mumbled, ‘my dad called’.

     those fingers still and suddenly the cheek is nuzzling against his head, a motion that would otherwise coax laughter from smiling lips if not for words buzzing ‘round mind. hojin allows himself the distraction of taehyun’s touch and presence, the unpleasant knot tangling in stomach loosening. however, something thorny and hot catches in his throat when he hears taehyun’s words, nearly muffled from the way his cheek is rubbing against hojin’s hair, but it’s clear as day and that something thorny loosens on a watery sigh ; he curls into taehyun’s presence, eyes blinking shut to combat the wetness he can feel misting behind his eyes. it’s something so small, a nearly mindless commentary, but it never fails to knock loose that discomfort and replace it with a reassurance ; he has to wonder if taehyun just knows exactly what to say to him to ease the knotted hurt in chest, and that thought sends warmth spreading through body.

     “love you, taehyunnie,” he murmurs quietly, words muffled by the thorned hurt still caught in throat, soothed over by the gentle touch of the other’s words. there’s a thank you somewhere in his tone, a smile that is more wet than dry on his features, but he knows taehyun understands him. for now he lets the other distract him, lets those words play on a loop in mind and drive disappointed words into the recesses to die among the shadows.

#mircges #➤ ʰᵒʲᶤᶰ ᵃᶰˢʷᵉʳ┊ ❛ memories of yesterday meet up with today ❜ #hhHHHH SOFT #late but soF