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Hello, dear krp world. I need help finding more HISOTRY roleplay blogs. Preferably AU.  I roleplay an AU Jaeho, and I would like to see the rest of the members; Dokyun, Kyungil, Sihyoung, and Yijeong. If you know any of these, please tell them to come to this blog or show them this post.

They say that a dog which barks isn’t dangerous, yet the quiet dog is the deadly one.

Kim Jaeho, a 20 years old aspiring writer who only wishes to be loved. Grown in the shadow of his beloved older brother, Jaeho couldn’t recall the last time he genuinely felt joyful.

Writing withdraws from either great joy, or great sorrow. Mine has always been sorrowful.

REBLOG/LIKE/FOLLOW

      Blinding light woke Jongin up from his short slumber in the early morning. He was sure he wouldn’t get to sleep for longer so within few moments, he threw the covers away, sitting up. As soon as he finally got up, dressed up and grasped a cup of strong black coffee on his way from the kitchen to the living room, he caught a sound of a familiar voice. At least, he thought so.

Wrapping fingers around the cup, he approached the window, lazily sitting on the window sill as eyes searched for the source of the sound. Blowing at his coffee, he caught a sight of a girl talking to someone in the middle of the street. She was quite tall and slim, yet he couldn’t recognize her just yet. Not until she turned around, her chuckle instantly causing Jongin’s eyes to widen. A sudden flashback caused his lips to twich into the faintest smile.

Amelie.

That was her name. Little girl from his neighbourhood. Always having her hair tied up in two ponytails, with the widest grin plastered on pink lips, chuckling for no reason whenever she was with Jongin. Yes, they used to be close. As close as two kids, living house by house, next to each other, spending every afternoon chasing after each other and playing around at the sports field. They might have been 5 or 6 at that time, yet Jongin couldn’t remember exactly. He only recalled borring his facourite basketball from Amelie, always agreeing to swing the girl on the swing in return. He remembered the ice-creams they used to eat every saturday and how much it hurt Amelie when she fell down, getting a bruise on her knee.Surprising how such a distant memory didn’t fade away as many future chapters in Jongin’s life. This seemed like a perfectly clear memory he simply decided to put into the box so he can always have a look at it, or experience over and over again.

Then, after few years she disappeared. Jongin remembered how her mother mentioned moving out to France, yet he never found out where she left exactly. Neither did he get her address or any other way to contact the girl. Now, again she was here. Like a shadow from his past, yet visible and clear as if she never disappeared. Wearing the same smile he remembered so well. Without any moment of hesitation, he called out through the window.

"Hey! Amelie!" 

She seemed to turn her head, narrowing eyes, yet Jongin wasn’t sure, only catching a glimpse of a smile crossing the girl’s lips. Her expression seemed blank, however. He was sure that the female didn’t recognize him. However, what surprised him even more was the fact she simply stepped inside the yellow terraced house just next to his own. Was it possible that they’ve been neighbours for a while already? Being a careless and bit nonchalant male himself, Jongin could imagine himself never noticing such an important detail. He was busy with his job, and always absent either way. His own place seemed like a temporary hotel at times. 

But France is behind, and this is home, Amelie. She'd remind herself, nodding in reassurance. Much like a little kid exploring the stimulating, rich world, Amelie always enjoyed the new environment, new people, new culture. She had found that it was to her liking, even if she had been in Korea for a mere two months.

That day was moderately dull, and Amelie had a strange feeling in her guts -- call it instincts, but she knew something would be about to change pretty soon.

She was just on her way home from the market, a bag of groceries in her hand as one of the neighbors caught her in mid-tracks, stopping for a small talk. Her head turned around almost immediately upon hearing her name. Hard to comprehend the reason of it, and see for the strong sun in the skies, Amelie could only smile her usual cheerful grin, before she returned home, not forgetting to wave that neighbor goodbye. But a knock on the door had caught her off guard just when she was fixing the vegetables in their right place. "Ah, coming~" She called out, soon opening the door to be encountered with a handsome, young man. A soft grin plastered across her lips as she eyed him briefly. "Yes?"

Clueless, she had no idea who he was, probably for her bad memory, or because she had been away for too long to remember, yet that boy indeed left such an impact on her from childhood that once he spoke, Amelie could feel something rather familiar. "Do you... Remember me?" He simply inquired.

It took her a long moment as her mouth still smiled, staring at him blankly. Only after a long minute she suddenly gasped, eyes widening along with her mouth.

Jongin.

       At that moment she was certainly behaving out of character; instead of being bright and smiley, she was rather feeling frustrated. Having to lack in reading made her life difficult, and all she wanted to do is get a certain rice type that was easy to cook, but why did they have to change the package?

Neither. (—she grins warmly, pointing at a different drink over the menu.) Toased almond. (—she simply nods, eyes fixated over the menu in the other’s hands.) Or hazelnut. Much sweeter. 

                                 in italian, the word cosibella stands for so beautiful.

             member of fictional girl group ｃｏｓｉｂｅｌｌａｓ。

Teach the children so it will not be necessary to teach the adults.

                                                                  —Abraham Lincoln.

              Lee Hyukjae was born April 4, 1986. He had everything a normal child had; parents. When he was two years old his father passed away leaving him and his mother to fend for themselves. It wasn’t easy, but they got through it. When Hyukjae turned five, his mother had meet another man and accepted him into her life. To Hyukjae dismay, it was the King of Iceland. Something a five year old Hyukjae couldn’t understand at the time, but that was his life now. When he was seven years old, his mother remarried, letting him into the royal’s eye. Still, being the young boy he was, he didn’t think anything of it. He went along with it, because after all, he was a mother’s boy. He clung to his mother like a baby all the time, a majority of the time that he was near her. As Hyukjae grew older, he hated being in the spotlight. Hated it. He wanted his privacy, he wanted to do something without it getting on the cover of the newspaper or a magazine the next morning. He was tired of it all. At the age of thirteen he tried to run away from home. Although, being thirteen he wasn’t really experienced in the art of running away from home. They shortly found him an hour later and brought him back to the house. Hyukjae, of course, didn’t like that. He wanted to get out of the house, wanted to get away from being a Prince. Now he’s in Seoul living a normal life of becoming a teacher.