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◉ Dream(s)

A WIDE grin spread over her lips as she giggled. “Dreams? I dream a ton, I’m just a dreamer, I could go on and on about the things that I’ve dreamt about… Though, honestly, I can’t begin to explain the rationale behind them. I have too many dreams to go over specifically, but if I were to, I’d like to preface them with a reminder that my dreams are very much just those: dreams. They’re wild, irrational, without rhyme or reason a lot of the time. So, you shouldn’t try to make sense of things that aren’t supposed to really be sensible. You’ll only go crazy trying to understand.

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☢ Personality Flaw(s)

So the purpose of this meme is to give a little info on your muses without having to rely on others to fill your ask with meme questions. I know how disappointing it can be to come back to an empty ask so I wanted to create a meme that anyone and everyone can do (mun and muse)

The rules are simple, you do not need to be tagged to fill out the questions, but once you have you must reblog and tag 12 of your followers to spread the love. You can fill it out as many times as your heart desires ( we all know muses can change with their character development. )

*Repost. Don’t reblog.*

tagged by: @ceoq​ & @cllla​ tagging: @focusontracy​ @namxwhyvn​ @commedeseduire​ @seeingrediism​ @kmtaes @kvngjson @cvzlee @yuism @tianxh

1. What is your favorite word? “Curious is my favorite word, or any form of the word.” Her answer sounded rehersed and automatic, as if she frequently answered this question. Infact, she loved sharing this information. She loves language and words.

2. What is your least favorite word? “I’m not sure. I like words a lot, in all languages, I can’t say there’s one that I dislike specifically. I think that people need to have real guts to deal with words that they don’t like.”

3. What turns you on? “When a boy can talk me out of my panties with a conversation that’s not sexual. Beyond spitting game, being able to do so efficiently is interesting though intelligence exceeds everything.” She pauses for a moment before adding, “Oh, and nice mouths. Things like lip biting, licking lips, nice smiles, and the occassional rarity that a guy can really pull off a piercing or facial hair.”

4. What turns you off? "Ignorance. Assumptions. Intolerance. Small-minded people. Liars. Entitlement. Know-it-all demeanors. Over-reactive sensitivity; people can feel all they want, but don’t do dumb shit when you’re angry and think it’s okay just because you’re angry. Once you realize you’re making a mistake, stop and fix it, y’know? Don’t ignore what you learn just because your pride is high.”

5. What sound do you love? "The ocean. Raspy voices. Harmonies. Comfortable silence. Humility. Beatboxing. Squeaky sneakers.”

6. What sound do you hate? "Nails on a chalkboard. Whining. Forced laughter. Sarcasm that’s actually meant to be rude.”

7. What is your favorite curse word? “I don’t really have a favorite...?”

8. What profession other than yours would you like to attempt? “Considering I haven’t necessarily settled on a profession just yet, though I am currently gunning for project management, I’d say being a make-up artist or translator, maybe even a flight attendant.”

9. What profession would you not like to do? "Anything that requires me to settle in one place and would prevent me from traveling at whim.”

10. If Heaven exists, what would you like to hear God say when you arrive at the pearly gates? "Your search for truth over blissful ignorance has brought you here. Now, rest. Well done, good and faithful servant.” Though, honestly, she doesn’t think she deserves that much. Since she was little, she had always believed strongly in God’s existence and even came to a period of time where she had been committed to pursuing an active role as a Christian, though she lost the will to commit once her father and her relationship was hindered by their circumstance. Nevertheless, she’d love to hear this, and part of her fears very deeply that she won’t.

11. Something that others do not know about you? "I am a hopeless romantic and have a disney obsession that I try to closet, but if you follow my blog you’re probably in tune to that much without me having to explicitly say so” she giggles.

12. Sexual Preference? “I like boys,” she shrugs. “Dick, specifically. Sexually, I have never been compelled to go at it with a girl, no matter how sexy.” For this question, she wore a frown as she is particularly bothered by the term sexual preference. As for personality, she’s been bred to, when in love with a woman’s personality, simply love her the proper way as her morals have been set foundationally. Therefore, she’s naturally never felt sexually or romantically inclined to be with a female, though sometimes she does feel frustrated by herself and sometimes as if she is close-minded somehow. In reality, she is just very foundaitonal and strong to who she is in a moral sense.

13. What position do you sleep in? "I move a ton in my sleep, honestly.”

14. What if someone told you…you HAD to lose, just this one time? She smiles and lets out a light laugh, stifling a snort. “I’m sorry, does this imply that I’ve been given the option of winning in every situation before this?”

15. Greatest fear? "That I will always want more, so much so that I will never be content.”

16. If you could leave one thing to be remembered by, what would it be? "I want to be that girl who never grew up, but because of my childish curiosity, attain wisdom beyond anyone’s wildest dreams. I want people to remember how much I’ve learned in life by swearing to always be a child. Walt Disney once said that the problem with people nowadays is that they grow up. I want people to remember my pursuit of truth in my own experiences.”

     “Mister... your ticket. Mister? 

Does he even want to leave? What is his father going to say? He thinks Jay is still in the hospital, not caring about his life, at all. His mother? She’d probably get a heart attack the moment Jay appears in front of their house. Not a promising idea. He bites on his lower lip, eyes staring blankly ahead, catching the sight of the plane getting off, a row of people crowded in the corner, ready to check-in for the last time. Hesitation. How many times had he thought about such a move before? Countless. 

        It seems strange, doesn’t it? With a faint frown, Jay eyes the screen of his phone, trying once more. The same message echoing his mind, causing his teeth to worry over his lower lip, an uneasy feeling washing through him. Ah, it means nothing, right? Out of all people Jay knows, Jimin is one of the most hardworking ones, the one to always take care of his responsibilities with hundred percent accuracy, perfection set as his aim. Always. No response is given despite few days having passed. Jay accepts it, even though he grows anxious deep inside. They trusted each other, after all. Jimin wouldn’t disappear without a proper reason, would he? Jay leaves this question without an answer. 

        “You have one new message.

Finally something to hold on, Jay thinks, a faint smile uncontrollably tugging on the corners of his lips upon the familiar voice, however quickly disappearing upon the odd bitter tone lacing Jimin’s words. Uneasy, he feels. Each word results in the elder’s expression changing, some sort of anxiety lacing the syllables, a cold shudder running through his spine upon the message.

   (   “I love you....               (...)           I doubt I’ll get the chance to say it in person….”  )

                   Snap. 

                                         “Message deleted.”

He chuckles bitterly, poking the inner side of his cheek with his tongue, eyebrows furrowing with eyes narrowing. Funny, this is really funny. So unexpected. Such a surprise cutting this oh-so-boring routine. The phone is thrown on the floor with a one swift move, the screen breaking immediately, yet Jay only steps on it as if to release the anger washing through him so suddenly. So Jimin run away. Just like that. The next reaction is essential, an odd, mysterious glint flickering in his orbs as Jay kneels down on the ground, grasping the sim card, shoving into his pocket. What for? He doesn’t know. It’s a gesture he isn’t truly keeping track of, an instant move he doesn’t pay attention to between the curse words echoing the room. He’s raging, the feeling hiting him so strong that the blood dripping down the corner of his lip comes unnoticed. He bites on it way too hard without even realizing. There’s one thing he is certain of right now. Coming back to Korea was the most stupid decision he’d ever made. A childish whim he should never follow. His father was right and Jay was to stubborn to listen or even to try to understand what the male meant. Past few days were one huge reflection about the sense of those words spoken in the past, a constant shake of head following as if to reassure himself that what he had now, was meant to last a bit longer than every short chapter passing before, ending up so bitterly. This time is different. These are words of a kid, not a mature male he once thought he was. 

It’s a matter of minutes until his bag is packed. Only few essential things needed, no unnecessary clothes or useless laptop, tablet taken. Barely a bottle of water, two t-shirts and underwear. He corrects the strap of the bag, stepping out from his apartment. His expression quickly changes, the blood on his lips drying up, yet again, he’s too careless to even focus on such a little detail. He throws the bag on the front seat, starting the car. Fingers twist a passport, a valid visa along with driving license. Everything’s settled. 

Caught somewhere in between, Dara stared forward with a peculiar expression. While her face shone with radiance, there was a certain clumsiness to her mannerisms. Her eyes gleamed with curiosity but there was courage in her smile. Though old and wise, her childlike and carefree heart was apparent in her conduct and faith. She loved making new friends and was outgoing and social, while shy and timid at the same time. Where she thought in confidence was where she was weakest. Vulnerability and Strength were two of her strong characteristics.

Somehow, she found herself entangled in her flexibility, locked within her own maze. Who was she? It had been so long since someone tried to find her out that she ultimately had forgotten who she was as well.

But she never gave up. She didn’t let the emotional instability of uncertainty keep her from getting back up again and trying.

Offering her hand forward, her lips curved into a bright, genuine smile. “Hello,” she chirped. “Name’s Dara. S’nice to meet you! Er, maybe we've already met before and I'm being silly, or forgetful? You'll have to forgive me for this formality, but I just want to make that effort to be a bit more social. So, if you'd be so kind as to like/reblog this and maybe even follow or hit me up, I'd be more than happy to drop by some time, leave a love note, maybe plan a coffee date or something. D'you think you could help me out?"

He won’t be cute and won’t be close with anyone other than Kris. Even his own masters he will be wary against.