#hgdmark

recent activity headcanons —

5. three things my muse has recently lied about [to mark]

“i’m telling you, i aM NOT DRUNK!”

“no mark, i don’t like that actress friend of mine, can you please let it go?”

The Revanant - “That movie should be renamed ‘anxiety served on a platter.’” 

Dude Perfect - “It’s basically just one giant carnival game. I WANNA DO IT TOO.”

9. the last thing my muse ate 

In a mad rush to make it to work on time (because lately, oversleeping has become a bad, bad habit of hers), Stephanie had to settle for leaving her apartment on an empty stomach. But once she’d made it to the cafe, she was quick to grab one of the last few bagels left and find some juice in the staff room refrigerator. 

@hgdmark​

it’s almost 2 am when soojung finally falls into her bed with an over-exaggerated sigh. the day had been hectic, like always, and she wasn’t ready to wake up in the next few hours to do it again.. like always. admittedly it had been more difficult to sleep lately than most nights, and as she tossed and turned around in her bed she came to the conclusion that she needed to get one or two things off her mind.

grabbing her phone she doesn’t even realize that she initially hits the wrong number before she sends the message.

(cont.) [text] no lie I took a few shots before typing those out

    jaebum reads the messages as soon as his phone notifies him about them and smiles seeing it’s mark. he really didn’t expect anyone but hyerim to actually remember what day it is today, but feels glad and surprised in seeing his best friend also remembered.

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    if he didn’t know better, it’s possible that he would have to wander around all of hongdae before actually finding mark tuan. but he knows exactly where to find the other guy—and if he isn’t in any of those coffee shops they used to go, he just could be at amnesia. as he pushes the ground with his foot to give impulse, he balances himself over his board and let himself roll towards the club.

    it was already late, most of the stores already closed and most of the bars and clubs were getting lines even though they wouldn’t be open for at least another half hour. at that thought, he pushes his foot on the ground again, gaining speed and turning to the right street. there aren’t many people at amnesia’s door, and most of them seemed to recognize him—not that he’s famous or anything, but that’s the only club in hongdae he would attend without thinking twice, clearly because his best friend owned it.

[ ✉️  sms ⇢ unknown number ] what. do you want me to come over? D: