❛ and the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more PAINFUL than the risk it took to BLOSSOM. ❜
independent and selective rp blog for zen from mystic messenger.
❛ and the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more PAINFUL than the risk it took to BLOSSOM. ❜
independent and selective rp blog for zen from mystic messenger.
This has been on my mind for long but I’m gonna do this - please reblog this if you’re comfortable with pre-establishing relationships. I do not mean “met at the grocery store two weeks ago” or “have a common friend”, but rather stuff like “have been best friends since kindergrden”, “go for a beer every friday”, “friends with benefits”, “dated in highschool”, “hate each other’s guts because -insert reason-” etc. Something meaningful (but not necessarily shippy) and I mean with muns/characters you have not interacted with, because I cannot believe I am the only one who prefers jumping right into the heart of the human interaction.
cheritz have blessed us with a late zenday pic and i'm —
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the airport is crowded, as always — incheon international is a bustling hive of activity, handling 5000 flights per day, 18 million passengers per year... so to find the one young lady he plans to receive here is going to be tough. an extra complication arises from the small groups of fans who have spotted him despite his baseball cap and face mask; one thing to say about his unusual colouring is that he stands out even before considering his handsome features and impressive physique.
still, for now they're keeping things respectful. true fans of his know that he hates being photographed without permission on the streets, so a few have approached to ask for a selfie with him ( he's gladly obliged ).
but now he takes his own, pinging it over to nic's number — the first photo exchange they've made since meeting online months ago. seems like a reasonable time to break the streak.
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it isn't like he's going to drag his friend around on a bar crawl, especially after what happened last time they drank together ( yoosung's infamous hangover ), so zen is going to keep a closer eye on the younger tonight and avoid places where just alcohol is served. after all, swapping one unhealthy habit for another is not constructive.
but that doesn't mean they're not going to have some fun. and he knows that the blond might resent him for dragging him away from that damned computer game — he'd whined something about a ' raid '? — but in zen's eyes, it's truly for his own good. there's a wide world out there, and yoosungie is already an adult: he needs to see some of it. live some of it. they'll have a good, safe time, and return home before it gets too late.
" what do you want to eat? " zen asks as they stroll along the banks of the han, the lights of seoul reflected in the water, glittering on the surface. " i'll be paying, but don't try to take advantage; if you're wanting filet mignon and champagne, you're gonna have to wait till jumin takes pity on you. " it's exactly the sort of meal he'd expect that jerk to dine on most nights.
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a day filled with stressors. the young actor leans against an outside wall, fresh from rehearsals, reeling from receiving a significant rejection yet having also received a lucrative offer for another production — one he hadn't even thought to audition for, but they'd sought him out specifically, built the character proposal around him. it's a lot to take in at the same time as bringing his previous production to a close, the finishing night only a week away ( just push through, get through these last few; evening, evening, matinee, evening... ). zen loves his job, and he's grateful for the work; still, even he can reach a state of burnout.
minding his own business for the moment, he reaches to his pocket, drawing out a dark package — black angel cigarettes, one of his vices, particularly in times where his head feels about to explode with racing thoughts. and he slides one from the box, holding it between fingers, before patting his jacket and jeans down for something to light it with. damn.
he catches the eye of a lady nearby, flashes a smile. her dress sense has him suspecting, rightly or wrongly, that she may be able to help him out. " you don't have a lighter i could borrow, do you? " he jerks his head at the cigarette perched between fingers, making it clear what he needs it for... but then his eyes are drawn back to it and linger there, reconsidering.
" actually... never mind. i shouldn't. " and it's pushed neatly back into the box alongside a surge of willpower. he needs to consider his voice for all the work he has piling up.
i just redownloaded mysme and started a route. rip my sanity bc at least something should be resting well; i certainly won't be :')
so i finally played through ' a date with death ' ( multiple times — ) and uh... yeah, zen would totally play grim if they made it into a movie / tv show ( which, c'mon, it'd make an excellent show )
♡!!!
PUT A ♡ IN THE ASK IF YOUR MUSE HAS A CRUSH ON MINE.
" really? i hadn't noticed. " okay, maybe he had.
seven can't help but cackle, seeing zen's surprised face pop up in the apart -ment's window, back-lit by the room's warm lights behind him. the chill bites at the hacker's nose, hands rub together for warmth, wind messily tousles his hair. yet, he feels warm, in his chest, like a steady-burning campfire during su -mmertime, with friends sat along it's edge: everyone chats, laughing, happy. ✉️ after zen yells out, he starts jogging back up the stairs, before tumbl -ing right through the front door, not-so-gracefully, at that. little did he know, the other had been right on the other side, unlocking it, so... they both go tumbling over onto the floor, a tangle of limbs. ✉️ seven giggles even more at this, " ahhh, i got you! huh, huh, didn't i? work can wait another night, i just wanted to surprise you! " he shifts, now sitting up, no longer sprawled across his friend, he smiles brightly, enough you'd think the snow on his head, his shoulders, would melt. " because, seven~ hearts~ you~! " (you're sappy as ever, seven--) ✉️ " that, and. um, he left his coat accidentally, anyway. " he pokes his fingers together, shy. ✉️
RUBBING THE BACK OF HIS HEAD with one hand, zen leans to sit up, still in good spirits despite the tumblr and slowly subsiding ache of his skull and back ( what can he say — snow puts him in a pretty good mood! ) " work can... but you said it was important you get back? something about you being behind? " there's a flash of concern in the actor's voice; he certainly doesn't know the full ins-and-outs of seven's job, but he knows it's something important ( and highly paid, judging from the hacker's excess income ).
now moving to stand, he shakes his head with a grin. " you left your coat here on purpose, right? you couldn't bear to say goodbye so soon. it's okay, you can tell me — a lot of people feel the same when they see me. "
𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐰𝐧.
𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐞--- 𝐢 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐮𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐌.
independent & selective warrior of light oc. penned by valkyrie.
@liightbringr: ❛ despite everything, i believe that people are really good at heart. ❜
WHEN HAD HE BECOME SO CYNICAL? to this extent, where eva's words sound idealistic and painfully naive. everybody lies, uses, cheats. everyone continues forth towards their own goals and leaves others in the dust. ( despite his own desires, he dares not give chase; his only lie is to the life he's living, yet even that he does for his family — or perhaps to spare himself from the pain that would come from their rejection, were he to step out of line ).
pulling back out of a parking space, hyun shifts his car into drive and emerges onto the open road. in the darkness, the white and red of other vehicles' lights are dazzling.
in honesty, he could trace his distrust back to his school years, even as young as elementary; the people in the streets who'd take his photo, point, stare; the teachers who lavished him with extra attention, unwanted, singling him our when he'd rather just disappear into the background. others' motivations were a mystery to him, then. not anymore.
" do you believe that about me? "
as he asks, the doctor pauses. the question his own then begs is, does he believe it about her? evangelique has never been anything but a delight to have in his life, certainly, but then again, he still struggles to understand why she sticks around. he has plenty to offer, but all of it lies in status. he doubts that's what motivates her, but... what else is there?
" i'm not sure, myself. i don't think i've ever felt that way. "
he's glad he has the road as an excuse not to meet her eyes, foot trembling on the accelerator. knuckles whiten against the wheel.
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There were times when Zen could be a bit… what was a good word for it? Narcissistic? Or maybe… self-obsessed? He may even spring for something like cringe-inducing at times. There were times when he opened the chatroom on his phone while walking between classes, only to see a selfie posted with more than a big of bragging, and a bit too much encouragement from Jaehee. But, at the same time, there were instances when he truly did feel like Zen was a reliable person. Someone he could come to with his worries who would support him. A shoulder he could lean on. More than Seven, who might not understand the severity of his problem, or Jumin, who was probably the last person anyone would seek out for any sort of emotional support. Jaehee, too, was too busy. She had enough on her plate already. When Rika's arms were no longer held out to him, and he distrusted V too much to even consider him an option, he found Zen waiting for him. There were instances, too, where Zen tried to offer some unsolicited advice that wasn't taken to heart. Little things about how he needed to quit playing LOLOL to get a girlfriend, and how he needed to change his diet and work out more. These were often ignored on his part, dismissed outright. While they weren't untrue, they seemed like large steps. Too large for him to try and take reliably. But… he recognized the thought behind them. That Zen was speaking from a place of concern. In that sense, Zen was a bit like an older brother to him. One who would tease him on occasion, sure, but who was still there for him. He was someone who could be relied on, someone to run to when things became a bit too much. So, at the end of the day, the encouragement offered here still retained its weight. 'Keep trying and you'll succeed,' he could say, so casually, with so much certainty. How could Zen sound so sure of something that was so difficult to predict? There was no way to know, was there? There was so much uncertainty in the future, so much he couldn't know until he let go of the past. As hard as that felt, he couldn't hold on forever. He needed to keep trying. That was the key. He wasn't there yet. “You… think so?” he asked, searching for any semblance of that certainty in his own tone. “I hope that's true. I really do want to find a way to succeed. Even after everything that's happened… I can keep trying, right?” Even if it seemed difficult. Sometimes even impossible. “And someday, I'll find a way to bury her in my heart. Like Jaehee said.” He drew in a deep breath to steady himself. “Thanks, Zen. I appreciate it.”
THERE WERE OPPORTUNITIES open for zen within the rfa — more than gaining publicity to fuel his blossoming career ( though that doesn't hurt ), it gives him a rare chance to right some of the wrongs he'd been cursed to endure in his earlier life. with the younger members, he can be the older brother he'd never had, but always needed; an encouraging voice and shoulder of support. in some sense, he's gaining redemption for his abandoned family members. found family is what truly matters to him, now.
recognising the uncertainty that shakes yoosung, and has been quivering through him for quite some time ( even before rika's absence, perhaps? ), it's only right for the actor to step up with reassurance and guidance. he remembers how it felt to lose his family, though the circumstances had been rather different. still, that doesn't change the loneliness that followed, nor the sinking into respective vices ( himself into thrill-seeking and alcohol, yoosung into online games and pushing the limits on his university studies ).
what he'd needed back then was an older brother to keep him safe. stable. he'd eventually found that in v, though it had taken a few years for them to meet. perhaps he can help yoosung. at least, he'll try.
slender hand reaches out, warm and open, to rest on the younger's shoulder. " hey — you've got so much potential. not everyone can get into sky, right? hell, i didn't even go to high school. " garnet eyes are bright and confident. that fact doesn't bother him much, and it doesn't hold him back. " and i get it if you can't focus on all that right now. you've been through a lot. can't you take a medical interruption, or something? just some time to sort your head out. not everything has to be done at once. "
" hey, seven. the other day i was thinking, and it turns out, you're kind of my best friend. " zen is clearly feeling awkward, but it is nearly the end of the year, after all. " weird, right? so, uh. thanks. "
@selfiestar // 2023 is almost over, what do you want to tell the mun and / or muse before the year ends? (accepting!)
the two were settled on seven's couch, having a christmas movie mara -thon, after the redhead's absolutely sacrilegious comment, of not having seen many of the classics. he sits criss-cross, a bowl of popcorn mixed with M&Ms nestled in his lap, but well, he wasn't exactly the 'sit quietly' type. so, of course, he'd been chatting throughout the whole thing, crack -ing jokes, and pointing out the little details he'd noticed, so forth so on. ✉️ eventually, the second movie they'd watched so far comes to an end, and as credits roll, he begins to search around for the remote, he comments-- ✉️ " ahhh, that was so cute! this stuff really gets you into the holiday spirit, doesn't it? i can't believe i went without so long without it... " having found what he was looking for, he shoves another handful of his snack into his mouth, as he begins to scroll through movie listings. ✉️ " oh, oh! what about this one!?-- " he'd pointed one out, but when he turns, he notices zen looks a bit spacey, lost in thou -ght, even. seven pauses, blinking a few times in confusion. ✉️ a beat, then a wave of his hand, " pssst, earth to zenny! is anyone home? are the clouds up there nice, at least? " he teases, but once the other's attention is grabbed, he sits back casually, and hums a bit. ✉️ " ...so, penny for your thoughts? " he asks, casual, not expecting much from it, but zen is quiet for a moment, before... 'hey, seven, the other day i was thinking, and it turns out, you're kind of my best friend', and, seven's eyes widen a little, 'weird, right? so, uh. thanks.' ✉️ " re-really, you mean it? " there's a type of genuineness to seven's tone that just can't be faked, he seems actually quite touched by it. he can't help the goofy smile has, though he tries to hide his face in his hands, feeling a little shy all of sudden. (agent seven zero seven, feeling bashful...? unheard of!), there's a happy feeling that blooms in his chest, a warmth, as if curled up by a fireplace on a snowy day. ✉️ " well, do you wanna know a secret? " he slowly unhides his face, and instead gestures zen closer, looking around as if they weren't the only two here. once the other obliges his silliness, he then stage-whispers. ✉️ " you're my best friend, too~! don't tell the others, okay? " he says, with a shushing motion, and a playful wink. ✉️