How blessed are some people, whose lives have no fears, no dreads; to whom sleep is a blessing that comes nightly, and brings nothing but sweet dreams."
—Bram Stoker

Lee Taemin, born the 18th of July.
AU   R/S    S/O
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unholy

ljiexns:

“Yes, they’re really delicious — sort of my summertime addiction I think, though autumn’s nearly here…” Jieun had a bad habit of rambling when she met a stranger; it was one of the pains of being shy for so long when she was younger. Even her time in the industry hadn’t helped it fade entirely — the shy hopeful was still there, somewhere hidden beneath her quirks and bright smiles. She cleared her throat quietly and nodded, taking another sip.

“Oh, yes, I am. I think I’ve had one every day this week,” she chuckled, a hint of apology in her tone. Jieun glanced at her straw thoughtfully. “This one’s peach, but I’m also partial to strawberry.” Am I really going on about smoothie flavors? she chastised, but reminded herself that he’d asked. She could see him properly now and offered a small laugh. “Sorry, did I catch your name?”

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“I do not think I’ve ever had a smoothie,” he mused out in quiet words, doubting that when there had been a time it was possible for him to digest such, it had been available for his tasting. There was such a lot in the world that people seemed to take for granted, yet he wondered, what would they do if it were snatched away? He did not speak his wondering out loud, though, for to speak them might have aroused questions he did not care to answer to a stranger… so instead he focused on her voice as she spoke, not minding that she filled the silence with them.
“Peach and strawberry”, he repeated, trying vainly to recall their flavour. Strawberries made him think of summer and warmth and for a moment he recalled sunlight through tall windows, the tired morning sheets and remnants of a far too late fruit plate made into an improvised and equally late, breakfast. Taemin tugged the corners of his lips into an easy smile; it was as easy as with freshly oiled hinges, to smile. “… You didn’t. It’s Taemin, or Francesco—whichever you prefer, miss…?” he trailed off questioningly, whilst a hand left his pocket in a fluid motion to extend towards her in a polite gesture.

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  1. renetae reblogged this from ljiexns and added:
    “I do not think I’ve ever had a smoothie,” he mused out in quiet words, doubting that when there had been a time it was...
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    “Yes, they’re really delicious – sort of my summertime addiction I think, though autumn’s nearly here…” Jieun had a bad...
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