#fmsoomin

potion : what is your favorite thing to drink? alcoholic and non alcoholic?

“truthfully, there’s a couple to zero occasions wherein i drink alcoholic beverages.” she says, and she’s unsure if  her ‘lack of experience’ should peeve her or not. “i guess.. i prefer to stay sober?” she says hesitatingly, then adds “but i’ve drank—once! i think. a glass of soju. it tastes alright. then again, i don’t really have a favorite. though for the latter, i like pineapple juice best.” she mentions. “it’s refreshing and it has extremely great benefits.”

( ☂ ) my muse’s favorite season or time of year.

“i think i like spring the best mostly because the weather isn’t completely on one side of the spectrum like summer or winter, and there’s less cold as opposed to autumn.” she does like all the seasons, and has nothing against people who are into one of the seasons with more ‘extreme’ weather, but as someone who likes taking morning jogs and just enjoying nature on her own leisure time, spring weather is perfect for her. “honestly, spring holds the best weather hands down.”

                         mornings were brutal. he was never one that woke up with a smile, greeting other’s good morning while enjoying brunch. the reality of mornings that idols faced were much too fast paced, unable to even eat proper breakfast or let themselves wake up more gently. the otherwise sweet member of the band knight was not even all that sugar sweet after waking up. he didn’t talk, walking past people and preparing for the day. his patience was much more thin unless he took his morning coffee, especially if he was guaranteed a jam packed day.

                         today was a day like this. and he already hopped off of the van to walk like a zombie towards the coffee shop. he pushed the doors open, hearing the familiar bell ring that alerted the staff of his presence. his hair was still wet, unstyled, but he really didn’t bother. the looks that were given to him informed him he didn’t look that bad. 

                      the line for this particular coffee shop wasn’t long, either, so it didn’t take much time before he was next in line. he had already memorized his order from years of ordering from the same place. smiling at the cashier who gestured for him to step forward, he ordered his typical ice caramel latte with two shots of espresso. he was about to pay for it when he patted his jean pocket to feel nothing but his cellphone there. 

                      “hold on a moment,” he said, shoving his hands inside every pocket attached to his clothes. he couldn’t even ask his manager for money since he had something to attend to at the company after dropping him off. “i-- i seem to have...forgotten my wallet.” the embarrassment made his cheeks turn pink and he could only stand there, feeling so utterly incompetent.

@fmsoomin Starter!

What a mess of a week. 

Joonki’s gigs had all started to wind to a close and he needed more jobs- so that meant going around and attending any audition he could until he filled his schedule again.

The grind never stopped.

But damn he hated auditions. The wait between casting and the uncertainty of it all, the stupid questions and the burn of the judges stares. While he had confidence bagging in lead roles for musicals, (he had a good face and a great voice) getting acting jobs always seemed to be more of a ‘by chance’ kind of thing for him, and it all seemed like a giant waste time. 

But he wanted that drama money so...

He was splayed out in a chair, leg bouncing impatiently for the other people to finish. He kept moving because if he didn’t he would probably fall asleep. The sample script was boring enough as it was, but he was tired and the long waits weren’t helping. (He was hungry too, but he was always hungry so that didn’t really matter.) 

Joonki only jerked awake fully at the sight of an awfully familiar face and he sat up, squinting at her. 

( ❛ MUSE HEADCANNONS┊ accepting )

♧ - something my muse is really good at

❤ : what my muse looks for in a person they like.

“someone who’s honest and humble. ” she’s had a fair number of crushes, although it’s tricky for her to focus on a defining trait that’d made them appealing in the first place. “someone that holds a strong mind, maybe?”

dabin considers what else defines as attractive to her. “it’s a big bonus if that person is able to make me laugh, too.” she says, because that’s a charm she lacks. “i think i’ll be fond of a person like that.”