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sehun’s unicorn hair
source: @G_O_JA twitter
the stylish need to take a break and think about her life’s choice
he’s like exo’s gay mascot
mapped in air. [Kaisoo]
So I’ll walk across the oceans and seas
Do Kyungsoo travels. He comes and goes from city to city, country to country, and continent to continent. He never stays long, never makes friends, never settles. He roams the world, to all corners of the globe, constantly on the move, constantly wandering. Word of his travels spread like wildfire, and the people he’s met all agree: he’s looking for something.
(Or someone.)
And I’ll scream your name from every mountain
It is to Do Kyungsoo’s indifference that people love a good mystery. He has heard too many accounts of the cause of his travels than he cares to remember: that he was on the run from the law; that he’d got mixed up in a drug deal gone wrong, that he’d made a name for himself in the child assassination business. But every time a new story reaches his ears, Kyungsoo just smiles and neither confirms nor denies it, before leaving on his next journey.
(But he can’t deny the last one hurts, because Kyungsoo loves kids. Almost as much as – well, what it is that he’s looking for.)
And I won’t stop looking, I won’t stop hoping
The people who have encountered Do Kyungsoo on one of his travels will agree that he does not have a set destination. He journeys from place to place and treats each bed as a rest stop, each restaurant or bar or pub as a place to refuel. Sometimes he talks to the people there, and learns their past, learns their stories. All these people will attest to the fact that Kyungsoo is a nice enough boy, with a warm smile and gentle manners that puts people at ease. But none of these people will ever lay claim to knowing his story.
(They will all, however, tell of the hope they see in his large eyes. It’s a painful kind of hope, the one that children have when they wait for Santa to come down their chimneys – but it’s there, all the same, in Kyungsoo’s eyes.)
That I’ll find a way back to your heart
All it takes to keep Do Kyungsoo going is two simple words: Kim Jongin. Kim Jongin is the blue in the sky that hangs above Kyungsoo’s head, the twinkle of the stars in the dead of night. Kim Jongin is the extra fluff Kyungsoo feels from hotel towels, the solidity of the earth he walks on. Kim Jongin is everywhere to Kyungsoo, and yet he is nowhere to be found. But Kyungsoo will never give up hope, because if it’s his Kim Jongin that needs finding, then be found he will. Kyungsoo will not rest until he finds his fellow traveler again, until he’s in Jongin’s arms and warmth and love and life all over again.
(Because really, Kyungsoo without Jongin is like mornings without mist and dewy leaves, and hot summers spent without any ice cream.)
Back to your arms, again.
There is one place Do Kyungsoo has yet to reach in all his travels. In the city of Seoul, Korea, there lies a quiet little cemetery well kept by a middle aged man and his sons. Each plot is neatly labeled and precisely dug, each grave exactly the same length and breadth and depth. The caretaker takes pride in his craft, painting the deceased’s name in long-lasting black ink. But Kyungsoo has no family in this particular graveyard, has no reason to come and visit it. In fact, he quite hates places like those because it reminds him that time is short and he’s still got so many other places to look in before he’s trapped in a box six feet under forever.
(And it would be somewhat tragic if I were to tell you that there is one plot in this cemetery, freshly filled with a new tombstone at its head, reading, in perfect calligraphy: Kim Jongin.)
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possibly one of my favorite photos ever
peasants, i dont use the floor
i use people
