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last christmas you gave me a roll cake if i donāt remember wrong so i decided to give you sushi for this one 8D and the couple sweaters i told you hahahaā¦ those arenāt really sweaters so- but still~ the black one is for you<3
Thank you for another wonderful year baby and merry christmas.
oh and just for the tag mwahahahha.
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Alignment tracker.
Chaste āāāāāāāāāāĀ Lustful Energetic āāāāāāāāāāĀ Lazy Forgiving āāāāāāāāāāĀ Vengeful Generous āāāāāāāāāāĀ Selfish Honest āāāāāāāāāĀ Deceitful Just āāāāāāāāāāĀ Arbitrary Merciful āāāāāāāāāāĀ Cruel Modest āāāāāāāāāāĀ Proud Pious āāāāāāāāāāĀ Worldly Prudent āāāāāāāāāāĀ Reckless Temperate āāāāāāāāāāĀ Indulgent Trusting āāāāāāāāāāSuspicious Valorous āāāāāāāāāāĀ Cowardly
She nods as her nose wrinkles. āYeah, something like that.ā A hum passes through her throat and she lightly swings her legs. āI wish I could do that more often, but things are pretty busy at the moment, heh. Iām lucky if I even get to have some down time for myself.ā
A soft laugh falls from her lips and she gives a shrug. āI suppose we could. We might look old, but, who knows, our souls may forever be young.ā Her legs swing back and forth and soon sheās swinging at a comfortable place. āHow about we find out, hm? Letās see who can get the most air and, if youāre feeling especially confident, who can stick the landing after jumping off.ā Without really waiting for a response (she has a feeling heād take her up on the challenge anyways), she swings her legs and soon sheās going higher and higher. Her laugh is loud in the quiet morning and she tips her head back, letting the cool air run through her hair.
Hoya takes her up on the friendly competition with a grin. He stops swinging and his shoes hit the ground, bringing up a cloud of dust. With his fingers tightly gripping the chains and his feet inching backwards, he kicks off into a swinging momentum. Her laughs are contagious and lift the atmosphere into new heights, including his legs that dangle in the cool air. The yellow tinge of the sun is beginning to envelope the sky and welcome those struggling to get out of bed.
"Are you a student?" he further inquires amidst their competition. A mere guess forms from another speculation upon her age. It is a search for an answer to satisfy his curiosity and to fill the gaps in between their laughter.
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How beautiful to find a heart that loves you, without asking you for anything, but to be okay.
Gibran Khalil GibranĀ (via ohsoweon)
ā ā Of Laughter and Tears ā
She was not surprised to learn that he has a girlfriend, actually having expected that for some time long, as soon as he entered the second year of his career. It only made sense for him to find someone who he can seek solace from and give a good push into the direction he wishes to take his life into. Not saying that his friends and his family are not capable of doing that, because she knows very well that he chose this path in life as it has always been his passion and stuck through it due to the support he has from his loved ones despite the training being grueling and difficult.. But there are just some things that even friends and family are unable to fulfill for him and to know that he has found someone he trusts in spending a very long time with him, she was hoping to know that he has been doing great thus far with his career and his love life.
"Look at you being shy about it. All the guys I asked this question to responded the same way. But it is adorable to see nonetheless." To know they have all this one girl they would give their all to and see the lengths they are willing to go to, it is always fascinating to see and for any other girl than her, a little disheartening to know that they do not have a man doing it for them in their lives right now. "How long has it been going for/ I am going to take a guess that the other members do not know as well?"
"Oh, they know," he decided to let her indulge on the satisfaction of knowing more than meets the eye. Both sides of the coin. "I just don't talk about it much. They've seen her a couple times too." Alas, another benefit of being a close friend; an ear that heard the echoes of different perspectives. He learned about her career and now she was learning about his personal life.
Hoya guessed that Jiwon must have had quite a few male friends. Even he--who at times, couldn't keep up a good conversation with a female if it depended on his life, didn't inquire about sensitive topics to his friends. He didn't dig deep anyhow. But she seemed to be quite interested to whom he regarded close to his heart. "I knew you were going to do this. Wait...do you ask every guy about his love life?"
It would be his turn to turn the conversation around after he mumbled some sufficient answers, it was always good to leave some details in the shadows and allow her to figure the rest out for herself. Was this just to tease her or to keep some sort of privacy? Probably both. He was going to probe around himself and he felt that vague curiosity that she portrayed. Their meeting didn't merely stray behind the lines of small talk, it seemed to stretch further pass that and into personal territory.
Start.
ā ā Creative Box ā
āDonāt be so lame, bro. You know youāre not on television right now, right? Youāre not running for Miss Universe or something, are you?ā Such a textbook answer from a public figure is hardly entertaining. It might earn cheers and applause from his fan girls but it only earns a teasing from Minho. Itās much too artificial, too rehearsed, too idol-like so to then incite a more honest response, he cracks open one of the cans of beer. With a refreshing hiss, foam wastefully spills from the opening and on to his hand after the carbon gas in the cans had been agitated while being lugged up the stairs.
āHere. Drink.ā Even though Howon is just two years older, Minho still follows the appropriate social etiquette and makes his offering with two hands. He then waits for the other to do the same. Six cans had been brought to the rooftop and by the end of the night, he expects there to be six cans completely emptied of their contents. By Minhoās standards, three cans is only enough to get a slight buzz but he decides itās best to restrict his consumption out of courtesy of the singerās liver, complexion, and male pride.
āAre you promoting right now?ā he inquires further, not-so-genuinely curious. What he is curious about is what goes on back stage ā behind the crooked camera, the misleading make-up, and the lying lighting. āCanāt be that bad promoting when youāre surrounded by girl groups, huh?ā Besides the money, thatās probably the only perk Minho can think of. āEver get any numbers?ā
He fumbles with the can. His thumb brushes against the engraved brand name, the feeling of the cold material engulfing his hand, but feeling slightly warm soon enough when he cracks it open with a hiss. Cheap beer makes up for most of the alcohol he's downed before. The least he could do was to get a decent brand for the visit. And so he did and admitted that it tasted kind of funny. In his head at least.
He didn't know what to say to the hasty remark. It's as if the beer numbed his brain too. Or maybe the comment has a way of getting under the skin. It isn't careless. He acknowledges that it does have some truth--maybe not pertaining to himself entirely, but possibly to others in the industry. It is normal for someone to be curious about ones' true thoughts. There could be so many things that a person could be keeping in the back of their heads. Maybe it would stay there for the rest of their life. Or it would forcibly chew its way out. Who didn't have such thoughts? He isn't one to speak out about his feelings like some other person does with a natural sense to seek solace among others. He only confides in a few people. Despite that fact, his reply to the question didn't coincide with his feelings.
The questions keep coming and he wonders if he'll get to direct as many as he wanted back at Minho. He guesses that he would get an answer back for every single question he asked. Hoya couldn't help but laugh with the way the conversation went. Down a straight pathway and twisting into a curve ball with the sudden question, "Ever get any numbers?" A quick and witty change of direction.
"How'd we get to talking about girls again?" he raises a brow with a smirk and a sip of his drink. It is obvious to some of his group members that Hoya is the type of guy that was blatantly...more comfortable around guys. It doesn't stop him from befriending female idols and approaching them at points, he became more open after debut anyhow. "And when do I get to ask some questions?"
She hums in response, turning her attention back to her legs as they swung back and forth. āFresh air is good. Always nice to clear your head with it.ā Or at least thatās what she liked it for. She particularly enjoyed the cool bite of the air in the winter. Some may find it too cold, and at times it was, but she found it helped clear her mind; that the slight discomfort it brought took away from her racing thoughts.
"Me?" Her legs continue to swing and she takes a moment to think over her answer. "I had some trouble sleeping, and itās my day off, so I decided to come out here." Itās true, she was having trouble sleeping. The nightmares were becoming increasingly vivid over a short period of time, and at this point, she preferred to not sleep at all. "Besides, I havenāt been here in a while and figured Iād pay a visit before all the kids showed up.ā
"Ah, thatās nice. Trouble with sleep? I tend to sleep late and into the morning," he responded. It was interesting how comfortably the words slipped out. She was a foreign sight to his dark brown eyes, that sought out more from the world. He had no hint of her job nor did he even learn of her name.
"Ah, right," he flashed a small smile. "I forgot that the park is supposed to be for little kids in the first place. Do we still count?" He spent more time playing sports on the field rather than filling his shoes with sand at the park. For those few times that he did feel the urge to hop onto the swings, his siblings had to be dragged along. And siblings tend to cast a shadow of trouble. They picked fights with one another as if that was the only existing bond between brothers.
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Heās not sure why this kind of humility rubs him the wrong way. Thereās nothing like having it all and then not being aware of it. Just the idea is unfathomable. If he ever makes it big (yeah, and pigs are gonna fly) heās going to acknowledge it. Not necessarily to be an asshole but to periodically remind himself not to fuck it up.
He shrugs nonchalantly, neither agreeing nor disagreeing. He wouldnāt have said it that way if he hadnāt thought it accurate.
"These girls know everything from your birthday to your blood type to your favorite color, is all." He canāt figure out what to do with his hands so he just stuffs his thumbs into his pockets. Heās not being guarded, surely. Itās just a little awkward to talk to strangers. Famous strangers. "Not saying thatās a bad thing, right, but itās definitely not something that happens with your ordinary person."
Like him.
Maybe heās a little jealous. Itās hard to get a gig as a musician when you donāt want to be a piece in a manufactured puzzle.Heās not sure how much part this guy gets in the music-making process, but heās willing to bet that it isnāt much. Company-molded lyrics and choreography set to a backdrop the band probably didnāt play into. He prefers original songs - made from the ground up in his head or felt out at the tips of his fingers. But heās not the one that decides what the masses enjoy.
"You havenāt answered the question. Itās alright, Iām not gonna chew you out if you say it sucks or anything."
He listens to the other maleās opinion. A view of his career through the lens of an outsider. Hands fiddling around as a casual attempt to keep himself occupied with something. The words taste bittersweet on his tongue.
He didnāt hate it all. In fact, he didnāt know what sort of hint he gave off to suggest the idea. No subtle actions in between the lines. He has a tired smile on his face, but still a smile after all. They were backstage behind the curtains with no audience zeroing in on their every move. No cameras going off and temporarily blinding them with the flashes of white light. So he had no reason to act different than his usual self. Nothing to hide. He is happy to be where he stands.
"I guess the fans knowing those things just comes with the job," he shrugged off the common facts easily found with a click on the web. Privacy is a rare treat. It is hard to maintain in the business and lives are so easily accessible with how the world runs. He still has things hidden away from the public eye and he'd prefer to keep it that way. For quite a few reasons.
A small chuckle escapes through his dry lips. He pops open a water bottle and takes a swig before continuing. "It doesn't suck, really. I love what I do," he shines the light of truth in the portrayal of himself. He drills confidence into his tone and sticks by his statements. He wants the other to know that he means it. Sure he could understand why people would push away the opportunities he has, but he persevered through to meet his goals. "You seem to know a lot about the career?"
I hate that I take so long to reply. Like, everything distracts me. I can be in the middle of replying and look at my wall like. āDamn.. what kind of white is this? Is this a pale white? Off brand white?ā
{ Ticking Mind }
Time is a ticking pendulum. His hands have lost their grip on the cold brass material and his emotional weight catches him in the throat, suffocation from recurring feelings. He spirals into limbo. A dark abyss where there is no beginning; nor ending. He is no longer swinging with the pendulum. Out of sync and dropped into a new world where time doesnāt continue.
Sunken eyes look around. Deer in the headlights. He is still mulling over old events and details long gone. Emptiness as he trudges down the lonely streets when all the city lights and noises scream alive, he is dead. He is lost behind as everyone else marches forward. He has no destination, but his feet keep moving. Pass the convenience stores and shelves stocked with cheap liquor. Neon lights flicker against his skin, small pools of colour speckling his numb reality, he pays no attention and keeps walking; feet moving when his mind is stuck in thought.
It all starts with a tragedy that takes the world and shakes it up. It always seems to. Turns it upside down and leaves it that way. His past is streaked with tears and despair. Death of loved ones. Bitter realization of loneliness. His past transforms into a fortified cage built around him and he canāt get out. And the worst thing yet, he locked himself upāwith the key in hand.
But even time let up on him and his circulating thoughts. To die, to live and to conquer. He realizes that he canāt stay in the same spot anymore, much like the time when he acknowledged his loneliness, but this is a brighter moment. He wills himself to move on because he needs to.
Time heals all wounds. Not in his case. It opens and paints bruises over his. So he canāt wait for something that wonāt come. Time holds him back and the only way to get over his past is to have the desire to. The one solution so simple yet poses complications: fit the key in the lock. And step out from the bars.
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"Do you think itās possible to redeem the kinds of things that weāve done?"Ā "Well, I want a puppy, but that doesnāt mean Iām going toĀ getĀ one!āĀ "Is this where you start moralizing?" "Listen, what youāve been throughā¦ aināt nobody in the world who deserves that." "Are you going to just sit there?" "Are you afraid of God?"Ā "Hang onto something!" "Coming here was your idea." "I guess youāre expecting meā?" "What am I? WhatĀ amĀ I?!ā "You think a dunk in the riverās gonna change the things that Iāve done?"Ā "Just give me what I need!"Ā "Good luck with that, pal." "We had a deal, Mr./Ms. ______!" āThisĀ willĀ end in blood.ā "I just need passage into this city." "What could be better thanĀ this?āĀ "Open this door right now!" "Listen, Iāve been there! I know how it feels." "Itās getting hot. Whatās going on?"Ā "Heads or tails?" "Youāre a monster!" "This lie, this calumny, it followed me all my life!"Ā "If you wanna get rid of a weed, youāve gotta pull it up from the root."Ā "I gotta get me a job in the prophet business." "You donāt want to be here when he gets here! Go!" "How do you know my name?" "Oh, come and dance with me!"Ā "I gambled. And now I owe money to men you donāt want to be in debt to." "I donāt understand why some people are treated like men, and others like animals." "Well, the manās got an ego." "If youāre going to be a sore loser, then I shanāt do this again." "You would be surprised what I know how to do." "I donāt think I understand how youā¦ do what you do." "Are you sure this is what you want?" "You must think me some kind of freak." "How do you wash away the things that youāve done?" "Well,Ā theyāreĀ sarcastic.ā "Where does his guilt start and mine end?"
ā ā Of Laughter and Tears ā
"Yes you do." Eventually, and something rather hesitant for him or anyone in general to listen for. More so for him because he was a part of a group but not only that, he and another member were known as the triple threats with their ability to sing, dance and rap. Something she completely cannot compete with at all. When it comes to singing, she has received no formal training at all for it was something that she did occasionally when she was bored, after listening to all the songs that she likes. It is only through the drama that she has begun getting lessons and it is a little nerve wrecking to have people evaluating you on the main skill you have along with the skill you are suppose to develop over time. She was definitely have no idol quality.
"But enough about me." For the shift of the conversation was towards her all of a sudden. "Do you have a girlfriend?" She knows that even if anyone particular member of the group was dating, they still have to deny it or not to speak of it in order to be āpoliteā to their fans who thinks that they are going to be single forever and maybe, possibly, choose one of them to be their future wives. She has seen the extent companies are willing to go to cover articles of their artists dating, from releasing a new album, debuting a new group or releasing another piece of article to distract the current one, she has seen and could learn all of the methods by now.
"I can see you dating in the group, being one of the first few in the group probably bold enough and confident to be able to balance a relationship and a career at the same time."
He was about to ask to hear her voice, but she quickly changed the subject. Perhaps a rendition of one of Infinite's popular songs? Coupled off with a dance and that would surely get him laughing and keep him entertained. He wondered about the many talents still unrevealed and within her reach. Next thing he knew, she would be busting out a lyrical rap onstage. Words that intertwined and left a resonating impact upon departure. If that were ever to happen, he would practically be amazed and have every reason to be impressed. But for the moment, he tried not to laugh at the image rolling in his head.
It only took one question for his eagerness for a new topic. It was inevitable, he could see it whirling towards his head, and ended up taking the fall. Jiwon was a close friend and he didn't have a problem with discussing anything. Despite that fact, he still liked to keep personal business tucked away. It would've been drilled into him even if he wasn't that type of a person to begin with. The industry ran in a certain way that proved time and time again with the trending articles and babbling internet, luxury isn't really a part of the deal where the end of the stick was all to it; or it wasn't meant to be. He had his way around however and decided that he would do whatever to make sure it didn't blow up. Especially not until he wanted to open his mouth.
Friendship and trust came together. The missing puzzle piece to a hopeful relationship. He trusted her and knew she would understand the situation he was under. She stepped foot into it too and there were countless challenges to overcome. "I do," he nodded shyly. He didn't go into detail right after, but knew she'd probe a bit more.
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reunited ; howon & jongin
{ āat the otherās invitation to sit, Jongin complies, settling himself on the seat and trying to make himself comfortable, although tendrils of memories invade and decide to leave his mind restless. Jongin sighs inwardly, unsure as to why heās opted to call the other male earlier, knowing too well that heād only gouge those moments of his past, the residue of his younger days crawling back to the forefront of his mind and causing discomfiture to slither further into him. itās not Howonās fault at all, but more of Jongināsāor more of his fatherās, for robbing him off his normality, leading the remembrances of his history to become something of bitterness for Jongin. but he doesnāt wish to delve further into the memories, dabbing onto the series of tragic stories thatās only his to keep, thus he occupies his mind with an attempt at finding a decent conversational starter. but the other maleās voice comes and saves him from the chore, and Jongin is grateful for that. } No, I havenātā¦ or maybe I have. Fleetingly. { āhe sheepishly admits. }
-he lets the image of Jongin become fixated in his mind. The fading memory that only seems to detach itself further with the parting of their lips. Each word forms a block between them and he wondered how much theyāve changed over the years. They had to have something in common to have known one another in the past- Do you like listening to music? -perhaps they didnāt perform in his genre and that in turn, amounts to nothing but a mere glance before rejection settles in. The only thing that kept them before was school. They didnāt make much of an effort to hang out after school hours and for some days, the only interaction between the two would be a quick wave as they hurried on to class-
