#mijaehyo

★ generated meme62. YOUR MUSE BEATS MINE UP. ( an mi-verse au because wonwoo would have found some way to leave long before it got this far. )

( tw !! violence, blood, death )

★ texts meme

random starter for @mijaehyo !

It had been a rough day. Hell, it had actually been a pretty rough week. Then again, it wasn't as if she wasn't used to that by now. Maybe she could even go as far as saying that it's been a rough life. Either way, there are always distractions that pose to take her mind off of it. This time, in particular, it was a club that sold cheap drinks. 

Normally, the bar that several other members of the SPD frequented was her favorite place to wind down, but she wasn't in the mood to deal with familiar faces. If she was going to sulk and get a little too wasted to walk straight, she didn't exactly want to be confronted by someone she had to work with on a daily basis.

@mijaehyo

@mijaehyo

Taeyeon was in the middle of enjoying her morning Mocha (read: going through the transformation from Gollum from Lord of the Rings back to a normal human being again), when she noticed him.

Taeyeon’s mouth fell slack, her precious coffee slipping out of her mouth in a slow, surprised waterfall. I-isn’t that … ‘The King’, aka. Taeyeon’s favorite tabloid writer of all time?

Oh. My. Mocha.

Taeyeon froze, her eyes sparkling with stunned tears as she observed his form. From her extensive…research (aka. Stalking) of her favorite idol journalist of all time, Taeyeon had been able to find pictures of his back, his side profile, and some of his face covered by a surgical mask. That had been enough information for Taeyeon’s fangirl heart to immediately recognize the journalist in her local coffee shop, however.

No, Taeyeon’s never been the type to fangirl over the idols one saw on TV nowadays, but when it came to a man who knew his way around words, all the while supplying all the captivating gossip and various stories – Taeyeon was absolutely SOLD.

She immediately snapped to action: tidying her hair and clothing, finding and brushing off the stray bits of toothpaste here and there, making herself presentable for… meeting her idol.

(And here,.. Taeyeon screamed shrilly within her mind, an uncontrollable blush on her face.)

Trembling with excitement and nervousness, Taeyeon shakily fished out a pen from the bottom of her bag, hoping to whoever’s listening upstairs that it had a least enough ink for a signature and a love heart left, along with a nearby napkin, which she clutched to her chest nervously, her heart beating a staccato symphony against her rib cage.

And so Taeyeon tripped her way under she landed in front of the journalist, her leg inexplicably turning into jelly, the sight of his handsome features bound her tongue into knots.

“H-hello!” She squeaked, her voice high and reedy with awe. (Oh my gosh ohmygosh he’s a real human being – I can reach out and touch him OHMYGOSH)

“I-I’m a big fan of the K-king’s work!” Taeyeon stage-whispered, selfishly hoping that no one else will come by and notice her idol and steal his attention away from her.

“A-and oppa – “ Truth be told, Taeyeon didn’t know whether or not he was older than her or not, but as she gazed up his towering height and handsome features, Taeyeon could care less.

―winter sentence starters;         ↻ closed

his hand rises to cover his mouth as jin lets out a squeaky laugh. it is a pretty apt description, the other man looking so puffed up that seokjin wonders how he’ll fit through the door. “that’s a…pretty good analogy,” he says, playful grin still on his face. “it’s like a very difficult spot the difference game.”