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@mphakyeon

It had been nearly two months since Wonshik had started his work at the Black Forest Bakery - two months, and the only coworker he hadn’t spoken to was the one named Hakyeon. And maybe it shouldn’t have bothered him as much as it did - honestly, he was never one to kind of just force his friendship onto people if they were the type who preferred to stick to themselves - but Hakyeon seemed friendly towards everyone else. Just not him. Was there something on his face? He always found himself inexplicably disappointed when he was overlooked by Hakyeon.

But today, he had a plan. It was a small one, hell it might not even work, but it would have to do. It was one of the days both him and Hakyeon got off work at the same time. Wonshik tried to move fast, getting his things together before facing Hakyeon, determined to at least get a few more words out of him than usual. 

@mpxjongin

For awhile, Wonshik had thought about getting a new tattoo - one that represented his parentage instead of his core values. So far, he had thoughtful words; words that meant a lot to him and never wanted to forget. Now, he was considering getting a sun - either over his heart or on some other more meaningful place to him. Somewhere he could proudly show he was the child of the sun goddess - that was the idea at least.

It brought him to the tattoo shop that day to think up some ideas, going to examine the book of tattoo ideas for customers needing inspiration. He stepped up beside a young man to take a look at the book, his eyes immediately falling on the string of tattoos all the way up his arm. Wonshik couldn’t help but stare, admiring the colouring and the way the different symbols blended against each other, forming one perfect picture. 

@mpxkibum

Wonshik never really planned haircuts. Most of the time, he wore his style until it either grew so much the style no longer existed, or his bangs kept falling into his eyes with the slightest puff of wind. Sometimes, it was another excuse altogether, usually caused by him waking up in the morning with his thick blonde hair a tousled mess on the top of his head and thinking time to get a haircut.

He never really hesitated unless he was unsure about the quality of a salon. The first time he needed a haircut, he had no idea where to go in all of Mount Phoenix. He decided to take a chance, trusting a man named Kibum to cut his hair. He’d done a phenomenal job, making him less hesitant for future visits - which was good, because Wonshik had a love for getting his hair done.

It was why he now entered the hair shop, his hair starting to grow into that wild, untamed mess it became when it just got too long. Honestly, he’d let it grow out a little longer than usual for some extra room for spontaneous hairstyles - he was in the mood to try something new, though he had no idea what.

@mpxhyuk

It was one of those days. One of the miserable, hated days when Wonshik couldn’t get home before the sun went down. He’d sulked at work behind the counter of his job as the sunlight faded and nighttime engulfed the world and rendered him exhausted within minutes. Dealing with another half an hour of his shift had been hard - the trip home, far worse.

What little energy he had left was used attempting to stay awake as he leaned against the wall of the bus shelter (he didn’t trust himself to sit down - he’d surely fall asleep within seconds) waiting fot the vehicle to take him home. Unfortunately it was delayed due to a car accident at the nearby intersection - worse, there were dozens of empty seats tempting him. He forced himself to stand, blinking away the sleep, rubbing his eyes with his palms as he tried to keep them open.

Did that get your attention? I figured I'd use this ridiculous tag line because I have no idea what the hell to say. How's everybody's Friday going? Good, I hope. I'm thinking about hitting up the movies, so mine will maybe be fantastic after that happens.

In a mix of a good way and a bad way. I did rip this asshole in acting a new one for being a self-righteous dick, and then I witnessed people fucking in the back of the library so that was new. I think days like this shouldn't happen frequently. They're too exhausting.

Let alone go over this monologue. I'm glad I got to pick it though, because at least it interests me, but fuck, I would rather smoke and eat Taco Bell all night if I'm being honest. A person can be high and learn stuff at the same time, right?