#ofharus

💌 for a letter my muse would write to yours

dear haru,

i kind of … fucking HATE writing.

then again, you already know that, don’t you. with all the countless times you watched me try to start up a journal, or a diary, only to rip the pages out with every other attempt … well !!! you’ll be glad to hear that nothing’s really changed … well, maybe you wouldn’t be. you always did talk about how human’s were meant to grow and adapt and, i guess mature, eventually. 

i don’t think i’ve been doing much of that without you.

but i’m sure you’ve got to be wondering why i’m writing to you ! 

i am a ridiculously busy person, after all. with my career having shot up the way it has, and all the new jobs flowing in at a constant. i’m an extremely sought out model, you know. ‘ really fuckin’ hard to book ‘ level model.

i’m a hot fucking commodity !!!

well, my therapist someone said it would be a good idea to write to my past, or at least someone in it that i can’t seem to let go of. 

not that i’m saying that i can’t let go of you or anything. i’m way past moving on. seriously.

and seeing as you played a part in my life for awhile, well, i thought you would be the obvious choice !

hey i kind of fucking misssssss you asshole why’d you fucking leave

i guess i just wanted to check in and see how your mom was doing, and i’m hoping she still gets the flowers i send her ! which are for her, by the way, so don’t even think about regifting them to anyone else ! no new significant others or something, cause those bouquets are damn expensive !! not that … money’s a problem or anything, anymore. though i can’t help but notice that the address to send them changed recently to … fucking bikini bottom of all places. that’s … where i came from originally, i don’t know if you remember that. i kind of fucking hate that place, but you know if your mom’s there, i was considering just swinging by sometime, maybe giving her a visit. 

anyways, i hope your mom’s doing okay, and i guess you too. i’m doing really, really, really well. in case you didn’t know. but you’ve probably seen me on magazine covers, or just, somewhere in the news ! and i’m doing really good. really, really, really fucking good.

with love,stella kwon

💒 for the toast my muse would give at your muse’s wedding

❝  is  it  really  necessary  for  me  to  give  a  toast  at  my  own  wedding  ??  aren’t  other  people  supposed  to  give  a  toast  to  me  ??  ❞ SKDFJS IM KIDDING

❝  … you know,  i  used  to  always  joke  about  how  the  only  person,  or  well,  thing  that  haru  would  ever  manage  to  tie  down  was  the  book  collections  he  kept  at home,  but  here  we  are.  haru,  married.  that’s  really  …  that’s  a  crazy  thing.  but  a  happy  occasion,  truly  !!  cause  in  all  my  years  of  living,  i’ve  never  met  anyone  who  deserves  to  be  happy  like  haru  does.  he’s  really  a  one  of  a  kind  soul,  and  even  through  all  the  ups  and  downs  you  might  face,  he’ll  always  be  there  for  you  with  a word  of  advice,  and  his  quiet  patience.  i’m  really so  happy  he’s  found  someone  who  can  be  his  support when  he  needs it, and  i  simply  wish  them  the  best  in  life.  it’s  what  he  deserves.  ❞

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BUT ALSO THIS BUZZFEED ARTICLE IS FILLED W GOLD ALSKDFKSD

‘ where is he ?’ biting upon her lower lip, she gently tapped her sneaker against the glitter-covered pavement that led up to the entrance of hell -- or, weenie hut juniors. Of course, she wasn’t waiting to clock in for her job; instead, she was waiting on a person. that’s right, a person. A person named ‘haru’ that she started talking to back in her hometown, on seoul. her parents kept pestering her about finding L O V E and seeking romance. bleh. But to make them happy, she decided to find someone online. First she tried plentyofbaes, then coralpeoplemeet, and none of them worked ! so, to make her parents shush, she started talking to some dude on tumblr that seemed really cute, but hopefully they aren’t a catfish, or a kidnapper, or a murderer. seriously, who knows nowadays ? but overall, their talk was mainly to become friends. Suddenly, her train of thought went to a sudden halt upon noticing a figure making its way towards the hut. lips were curled into a cheerful grin and she walked up to him and swiftly did a twirl. Purely extra. 

❝ hello---! It’s me, in the flesh--!  ❞

        friends are a weakness. that's what jinhee learned after a while, but little jinhee didn’t know that. in fact, the little jinhee had no idea that "friends" were a real thing until the weird boy reading beneath the tree in front of the church appeared years later. haru had been the first attachment in the life of the little boy who grew up inside a church but who knew that it wasn’t his place. so finding the other one in daegu a few years later had been at least .. a m u s i n g. jinhee still didn’t know how to feel about it so he ignored it. the presence of the other wasn’t a b u m m e r, but it also brought into his system memories of a time he still was not sure he could remember but that certainly brought a bitter taste to the underside of his tongue that he didn’t want to feel. even so .. when jinhee found himself stuck in the line of the cafe near the studio, his fingers were roaming over the contact of no one else less than haru on the screen of his mobile, almost as a threat the younger didn’t have much sure he could stand.

             ✉  →  haru-hyung ( 8:34pm ): i’m on that coffeehouse near the tattoo studio ( 8:34pm ): are u too busy to hang out ??