Posts by Luciole_Ephemere

A smile fell on his face, as the cushion gently pushed against his chin. His fingers slid against the nylon strings, moving to each cord as instructed by the music sheet set on the stand in front of him. Through his fingers weren’t the long, slim and delicate ones you would typically expect of a violin player, he still sounded just as good, perhaps even better, than any professional out there. His eyes closed as his mind drifted off, playing notes that weren’t stated on the paper. To his luck, he had no instructor to yell at him for going off and creating an entirely different song than the one he was supposed to be working on. A creative brain needed to be exercised, and if he saw it fit, he could show this new piece of work to Hyunshik. He would do anything to make Hyunshik proud of him, to see the soft smiles he gave him.

The elated feeling that pooled in his gut dispersed as shivers were sent down his spine, the light to the practice room flickered on and off. He screamed, nearly dropping his beloved instrument. “Oh, HEEEELL NO! Hell no! Not today! No sir! Not today, Satan! My ass is not yours for the taking!” he hissed, moving swiftly to pack up his things. It didn’t take long before his violin was in the case along with the bow, sheets of music stuffed in the portfolio he had brought with him.

August ran out of the room, clenching the case and portfolio. His caramel hair smacked him in the face as he ran. Oh, how much he wished he could pull it back in a ponytail, but he was more concerned about the potential ghosts chasing him. The thought of a potential ghost being near him? Terrifying. The sound of a familiar voice slowed his pace as he neared his dorm. What was Hyunshik doing now? Was he okay?

He nervously bit his lip as he got closer, just in time to see Hyunshik stumble. His body teased as he watched the other walked as if he was drunk. August, however, knew he wasn’t drunk. Something was wrong. He ran over to Hyunshik, setting down is cases. He walked in front of Hyunshik, studying as the other’s eyes weren’t focusing whatsoever, a blank stare. It didn’t take long for him to figure out the other was going to pass out.

“Hyunshik! I knew this would happen! I should have tried harder to get you to sleep, I just didn’t want to force you!” he wailed as he wrapped an arm around the other’s waist, offering as much support as his small body could. “Just a little further Hyunshik, okay? I’ll make sure you’re safe,” he assured the other. He guided the other as best a he could into their dorm and onto his bed. God, he looked so exhausted. How many night had he been awake for?

It didn’t matter now. He just needed to put the other to sleep and monitor his dreams. “You’re safe okay? I’m right here, I’ll always be here for you,” he cooed, activating his powers. His eyes shifted from their typical dark color to add purples, blues, yellows, whites, creating the scenery of a galaxy within his eye. Pressing a kiss against Hyunshik’s forehead, he forced the other to fall asleep. This was something he had promised himself to never go into Hyunshik’s dreams, but he knew the other needed for this to happen.

He lay down next to the other, gently hugging him before his mind entered the dreamscape. Finding Hyunshik’s dream was easy, considering their bodies were right next to each other. He bit his lip as he cautiously entered, nearly screaming as he saw the pitch black landscape. It as cold, so cold, and it sent shivers through his body. How was he supposed to find Hyunshik in such a dark place? He didn’t want to mess with the other’s dreams, but he felt like the other would appreciate it this time.

“ℸ ̣ ∷ᔑリᓭ⎓𝙹∷ᒲ” he commanded, feeling the threads that wove together the dream before molding them with his powers. The area shifted into a cabin surrounded by forest, rain slowly falling down. He figured the rain would be pleasant, seeing as both he and Hyunshik loved the rain. With the cabin lighting up the earthy area, his eyes settled on Hyunshik. “Hyunnie!” He called out racing over to him. He latched onto his arm, pulling him inside the cabin.

He closed the door behind them, not wanting to let the rain in. He leaped at Hyunshik, tackling him in a tight hug. “You stupid idiot! You could have told me! No, you should have told me about your lack of sleep! I would have done this much earlier! You made me so scared! You were going to pass out! Hyunshik, what the hell?” he yelled, tears stinging his eyes. He lightly punched the other’s arm, not nearly hard enough for it to hurt. He sniffled before wiping his tears. “Promise me! Promise me that you won’t keep stuff like that from me anymore! You don’t have to be strong for me!”

Ha-joon lay on his bed, adjusting his glasses as he read the book in his hand. Leave it to Beom to pick a book that would leave him gripping the edge of his seat as the book threw countless twists and spins at him. The suspense was killing him. He carefully turned the page, not wanting it to crease. His persona had reminded him countless times that books are to be treated with the upmost respect. It was funny to June, because the other also stood strongly with the belief that the creases, rips, scribbles, everything that damaged a book made it more beautiful to him. It was a sign of aging, and he thought that was beautiful. June would likely never understand what the hell is going through Beom’s brain.

As he read the last page of the book, he found himself restraining the use to throw the book at the wall and burn it. Of course the book had a god damn cliffhanger! It only made sense for the amount of unexpected twists the plot took. He groaned, knowing he would need a new book after that horrific ending, but of course he himself wasn’t good at picking out books. No. That was Beom’s job. He thought of Beom as his tiny, shy, librarian child. He loved him, despite the fact he rarely fronted. He was just glad the two could bond over books.

He wished that Beom were co-conscious with him, but unfortunately he wasn’t. However, he was close to the front. He got out a pen and paper, scribbling on it that he was done with the book, loved it, but now needed a new book as a remedy. He pulled out his phone, putting on Beom’s favorite horror movie. It wasn’t long before his head started to feel fuzzy. His eyes lost focus as his mind started to slip.

Beom blinked a few times, rubbing his eyes before glancing at the phone. Right, that was why he fronted! Ha-Joon put on his favorite show! He glanced around, trying to figure out why June called him to the front. His eyes landed on the piece of paper, giggling at what it said. He hoped to himself that the ending made his Host want to die. He gently picked up the book before heading out the door. He immediately felt uncomfortable, but tried his best to shrug the feeling off.

He entered the library as quietly as he could, heading straight for the librarian desk. He silently slid the book over, “ᴿᵉᵗᵘʳⁿ ᵖˡᵉᵃˢᵉ.” He hated the way his voice shot up an octave whenever he talked to strangers, but he couldn’t help it. It was an instinct that was buried so deep into his DNA, there was no changing it now. He made his way over to the non-fiction side of the library, looking for a true crime book that he knew June would love.

His eyes settled on a girl, she was so pale, but very gorgeous. He shifted awkwardly on his feet as he watched her, was she looking for a book? He could help her with that! He found the book he had in his mind, then turned to the girl, clearing his throat. “Umm... excuse me! I just.. just saw you were looking for a book and I—“ he paused, feeling himself get more anxious by the minute. “ᴵ ᵗʰᵒᵘᵍʰᵗ ʸᵒᵘ ᵐᶦᵍʰᵗ ˡᶦᵏᵉ ᵗʰᶦˢ ᵒⁿᵉ”

He extended the book to the girl, giving her an awkward smile. He hoped she would accept it, he wouldn’t know hat to do otherwise. Perhaps he’d curl up in the back of the library and die, maybe let Dae take over and let him do something reckless that could kill them. Who knows?

His face fell as he watched the other’s body begin to tremble. His eyes studied him with concern, he didn’t want the other to be sad like this, but he knew it was a part of the healing process. He nodded his head softly as the other teared up, asking his question. His body tensed as the other hugged him tightly. It wasn’t long before he recouped and wrapped his arms back around the taller man. He was shocked to hear him cry, feeling the wet spot that was now growing on his shoulder; however, he didn’t mind it whatsoever.

He found himself absentmindedly rubbing circles on the other’s back with his free hand, the other hand nestled in the crook of Xiao’s neck, holding him closer as he cried. Seeing him cry had rattled Kai’s view of him. No, he wasn’t that uptight, flirtatious, popular jerk that constantly bugged him. That was all an act, perhaps even similar to the act Kai put up around anyone besides his friends. Of course he didn’t like flirting with people, he despised the way they talked to him, despised the way they grabbed him in places he never thought he would have to be grabbed, despised the way they treated him like some toy. Of course, for some reason, he felt as if he needed the act to protect himself. How else would he stop himself from falling in love?

His thoughts were pulled back to Xiao as he felt the other’s body temperature spike. It wasn’t too hot, but it sure was getting toasty. Despite the fact he could feel himself starting to overheat, he quite liked the warmth the other was emitting. Had he known he could do that, he would have hugged him a lot sooner. He smiled softly as the other continued to speak, apologizing for something he should never have to apologize for. “Xiao, it’s fine. Neither of us mind you crying, it’s a part of being human. And the heat? It just made you more cozy and huggable.”

He flinched when the other said his name, immediately looking him in the eyes as he spoke. He frowned as he listened to the other. Didn’t deserve their forgiveness? How could he think like that? Some mistakes get made, some people get hurt, something goes wrong, but that was okay. What would any of them be if they didn’t make mistakes? Sure, Xiao may have upset Kai, may have made Haochen uncomfortable with some of the things he said, but what made him think that was unforgivable? He shifted on his feet nervously as the other apologized for flirting with Haochen because he knew it would make him mad. For some reason, none of that bothered him anymore.

He smiled when Haochen spoke up for the first time, stating he hadn’t minded the flirting. The pang of jealousy he felt bothered him, he but he tried his best to ignore his feelings. He had no right to be in love with Haochen, no right to burden him with a relationship. He glared at th either as he mentioned not wanting to force Kai to talk to his sister. That was complete bullshit! Kai had offered it, he was more than willing to let her possess him to talk to him! He wanted the two of them to talk! Xiao was crazy if he thought he was going to get out of talking with his sister.

His anger faded away in a split second when Xiao kissed his forehead. His face grew pink fast he stared at the other. Had that just happened? Did he just kiss his forehead. He froze in place, not knowing how to react. When the other apologized for his actions, he wanted to dismiss it, but what was he going to say? He loved it? That he wanted him to do it again? Or tell him the only thing he hated about what he did was that it caused butterflies in his stomach? Butterflies? He was already so whipped for Haochen, why was he starting to like Xiao? There was no way his love life was going to be easy.

He flushed red when Haochen spoke up for him. God damnit! “Haochen!” he whined, looking over at him with pleading eyes, “Stop exposing my secrets! How am I supposed to be the cool, caring, flirtatious guy in this relationship if you expose my secret of being weak to affection! God damnit Haochen!” He crossed his arms, sticking out his lip in a pout as he glared at the traitor. “Now, if you expose me, I will go back to my role as the supportive boyfriend of two. Without any embarrassing secrets being exposed this time,” he hissed.

Kai turned back to Xiao, a bright smile back on his face. “Xiao, darling, believe me when I say I don’t feel like I have to do it for you. I genuinely want you to talk to your sister, get some closure, allow yourself to heal. Obviously, you’ve got a wound that’s just going to keep reopening unless you talk to her. I want you to be happy. I want you to be around Haochen and I. Please, let us take care of you,” he assured him. He walked away, moving over to what he assumed was Xiao’s bed. “Haochen, get the timer ready. 15 minutes max, okay?” His eyes glowed white as he mentally reached out for his sister. He grabbed her hand, creating a link between them that would allow her to take over his body. He smiled at her before his mind went dark. She was in control now.