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Wait, before I can answer, why are you makin’ such a cute expression in front of me like that… You actually look more like a chipmunk now, yes you’re the chipmunk – proving my point as to why I think so before I could even begin to explain it. I like it, though, it’s a… winsome… change from your pro’ mean girl face. Which I like too, don’t get me wrong.

they say the supreme being out there never packs the poison without the antidote. this was to things like natural food; with fructose comes fiber. in writing, taehyung felt the same. there was always a dose of poison, otherwise the message is always cancelled out as dull. once or twice that he had gone to revise a simple verse, even he thought he was satisfied. not until the third that he was able to see through the effort he had exerted and find that there were flaws to only recognizing that he had done something rather than critically analyzing whether or not it was up to par.

they say write about love. while it was a blessing to have a brain that manufactures new material easier than others, it was a curse that reminded him of the life he didn’t have. the people he didn’t know, the love he didn’t feel; it was all creativity, all in his head. there was no way to turn that off and no simple way to make it genuine. he talks to matthew for a piece of advice yet whenever he hears his saccharine sentiments, all he’s left to think was how dispassionate his writing becomes with his input. their views on love were poles apart. as much as it pains him, he turns to a dongsaeng. neither were somin nor jiwoo.

kim jiwon, winner of show me the money season 3. his lyrics weren’t exactly taehyung’s cup of tea either. he liked it flowery and artistic, something that would come out of beenzino’s mouth. he liked it witty and symbolic, something that would be delivered by simon dominic. but he remembers vividly the time when the idol rapper proved taehyung wrong with his verse on ‘video’ and since then, the struggling new artist had wanted to catch a glimpse of what goes on beneath the ‘turn up’ and the iconic hook of him saying “baby call me trash” over and over.

“Hol’up, I don’t really know about that, noona… Can it be hot milk instead? Or warm tea or somethin’? I don’t really like chocolate that much…” Ah, today had definitely done a swelljob at serving itself as one of those special unnecessarily cold days, as he’d put it. The kind that forces more layers of clothing onto his inked back, and a slightly thicker face mask across the lower half of his face. Even a hat that was not fitted as he’d liked became his smartest option, more so a beanie that kept the warmth in and the cold out. For that same reason initially mentioned, the coat he’d chosen to wear over was long enough to conceal of the entirety of his height from broad shoulders and down, the pattern slightly jagged and erratic, merely elegant and grey in colour. And soon enough also tossed and hanging over onto the standing rack it properly belonged onto along with other companions alike, though today was just her own, seemingly. For now. “You alone?”

Same thing applies for his pair of sneakers which settle for company alongside her smaller ones when he leaves them behind at the door with his subtle shivering, his sock covered feet leaving loud thudding behind in their wake as he gradually defrosts within the blissful warmth of the spacing by wandering for a bit until he finds himself bumping into the single presence of her own in the kitchen. Right, hot chocolate… Or was it hot tea? Hopefully the latter at most, though he didn’t want to seem ungrateful to her offer. So to opts to help along, strong arms purposefully stretching across the counter top as he reached and reached in front of her as if waiting for someone to return the favour and save him, his larger build giving her no choice but to keep scooting aside as he went on; fingering aside sugar, utensils, cups, and the lot that were already set onto the countertop for the purpose of making a choice.

“Ah… Excuse me there, yeah I need this. No… THIS… No…” Bobby swallows a thick snort, his pearly white teeth on full display nonetheless until he’s had enough and finally emerges from his slanted posture with a silver spoon at hand, the scooting ceasing and him turning for a glance at his lovely noona. Please don’t be annoyed with me. “I’ll help you out by stirrin’, is that a’ight? Heh.”

send me a heart to learn something about my muse! ♡

💓: how does my muse feel about physical intimacy?

Yunhyeong is all about skinship! If you watch him closely,you can always see him clinging onto his members whether it be to throw an arm across their shoulder or swat at them because of a teasing remark.But when it comes to a romantic sense, he’s more on the quiet side. Hewould let them warm up to him first before making the first move.

💛: does my muse believe in love-at-first-sight? in soulmates? in fate?

Woah, now that’s delving deep! Yunhyeong believes that loveat first sight does exist, but true love is something you can’t force. It has tohappen naturally or it’s somewhat unrealistic in his eyes. But fate worksboth ways so just sitting on your butt, waiting for “the one” is not essentiallythe best move either! It’s best to go out and meet as many people as you can,make lasting friendships with others and the rest just comes with time. Hedates to be with one special person for a very long time and maybe ending up marryingthem at some point. Leaping around from one lover to the next isn’t somethinghe’s intent on. To him a soulmate is an individual that you plan to spend therest of your life with.

💚: how does my muse feel about love? about falling in love? about being in love?

Not the one to lie often, fallingin love to him sounded daunting. Not like in the horror film sense but becauseit’ll come with butterflies-in-the-stomach, sweaty palms, nervousness to no endand much more. Of course he does want it to happen to him. Like all things in life,this is just one of those things he can’t prepare much for. And that’s the ultimatereason to why he’s uneasy about it. Being in love is the same way.Although, it’ll appear as a rom-com movie. He wants to experience it all,even the highs and lows.

💙: how would my muse handle seeing their object of affection falling in love with someone else?

sensory asks ∙ ∙ ∙ calling out @gimbabs​!! 

6-8. 

answered here.  

11. are you very sensitive to smell?

answered here. 

12. favourite scent?  

like i’ve mentioned from a while ago, i usually prefer scents that are soft and light, nothing too strong ( ‘ a grin adorns her features and she leans back in thought, ennumerating a few she has in mind ) sweet pea and cherry blossoms are very pleasant, anything cotton like or powdery - honeydew and cinnamon, i like a variety of scents. 

13. opinion on the smell of blown-out candles? 

       ♡       “I’ve — I’ve said somethin’ like that to you before…?” Silent. Bobby’s tone is as silent as his already lingering apology when he utters and stutters along the lengths of his wording, stunned by what he’d heard her speak of so suddenly, his throat unclear and swallowing behind partial words that result half-pronounced past the plush of his shifting lips in the process. An eyebrow arches before he could grant it consent to do as such, goodness, Bobby control yourself, the curious siding of him getting the better of the situation for a brief moment as his bunch of thoughts that involved her twirl forward and unravel from left to right for the purpose of recalling a single thing about what could have happened between them, that had led her so far to thinking of him in such a manner. There weren’t even many, but the few were enough to confuse. But he just had to maintain proper balance between his confusion, stun and curiosity to find whatever useful. Something like that. He were just urging to fix it as quickly as possible, if this truly was a wholesome situation.

The kick start is given a chance to hold hands with boldness. Do I really mean nothing to you? “You sure it was me, noona?” Assumed her sentence and idea had originated from such a fragile statement as straightforward as ‘You mean nothing to me’, which, for the record, really wouldn’t ever be or become much a Bobby thing to say so carelessly to someone like that, especially of the opposite gender, hence him asking first if she actually did have the right person or not – alas still kept as a relevant option given anything could’ve happened, even if it was him or not. Secondly, though was the possibility of her just joking about, a twisted way of poke at fun as people always enjoyed doing around him, in his opinion. He wasn’t gullible, not much by any means, but when it came to females and getting serious about something sensitive, if he took part in it, mainly, he were always up and ready to listen, respect, apologize, and make up for it as he should have been doing. If whomever it was allowed it. In this case, her.

“Heol… When was it? Yah, if you’re jokin’ you gotta stop… But I’m sure if it was me for sure, I didn’t mean it… I swear…” He offers a little shake of the head in his defense, unconscious of his apologetic smile as he explains. “I was probably out of it or exhausted or somethin’, I’m sure…”

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converse: would you ever have a deep conversation with a stranger and open up to them?

Personally, there’s a .00000001% chance of that happening. I already have troubles opening up to those that are close to me. Not in the sense where I’m really secretive, but I just have a hard time expressing myself. I wouldn’t want to bother anyone with any of my concerns, I would hate to make those that are close to me worried.

lace: when was your last 3am conversation with someone, and who were they to you?

My last 3am conversation was maybe 3 days ago? One of my closest friends.

handwriting: if you were about to die, and you could only say one more sentence to one person, what would you say and to whom?

My mother. “I’m sorry I couldn’t do much for you.”

cactus: what is your opinion on brown eyes?

Beautiful. My favorite person has them.

MATTE: if you knew that in one year you would die suddenly, would you change anything about the way you are now living?

I would spend more time enjoying the moment instead of worrying about my future. I tend to do that a lot and I end up driving myself crazy. 

PANTONE: describe a person close to your life in detail.