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âI never realised before how obnoxious height can beâ Kijung grumbles under his breath as he stands behind the man in the queue for the cash register at his local store.Â

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starter for @sovtherncomf0rt ft KijungÂ
âI never realised before how obnoxious height can beâ Kijung grumbles under his breath as he stands behind the man in the queue for the cash register at his local store.Â

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âWhen I told the studio manager I needed a day off, I literally meant a day, but she canceled my classes for a week and told me I wasnât allowed in the building except for team practices until the week was over,â Danni pouted as she looked at the other. âI feel like... this week is gonna drag and be the literal slowest week of my life. Please give me ideas for things I can do that donât involve work, because I literally donât do anything else.â
starter for: @sovtherncomf0rt muse: sang mihi connection: strangers, friends, s/o
      parties werenât a scene that mihi was the most fond of. though it was an excuse to look good and mingle with potential customers, those are about the only purposes they serve for her. theyâre crowded, and dim lighting can be hard to navigate. not to mention people partaking in activities that lead to an impaired state of mind; something she does not care to partake in. though that doesnât mean she has to be a party-pooper, right? so when she sees someone sitting by themselves on a couch, she has to put her nose into their business. itâs a quality she has. âthis is supposed to be a party. youâre supposed to dance, or drink, not sulk.â
starter for @sovtherncomf0rtâ ft Kijung&Minho because w're kiho trash
"185... 188... here we are!" Kijung calls out over the loud hubbub of the swelling crowd, as they finish shuffling along past excited fans at dizzying heights, high up in the stadium, as they get to their seats. Already chewing on his game snack, Gucci scarf wrapped around his neck, draped over his shoulder with matching glasses and snug in his denim jacket with a cardboard cup of diet Pepsi in one hand with his phone, Kijung flips down his plastic seat and lowers himself down.Â
Jesus they were high, he thinks to himself as the bartender pees forward a little to see the drop down, steadily filling with fans waiting for kick off. The open air stadium of tens of thousands of fans around them, waving signs and flags, it had a good, if very macho vibe. Looking over to his own little piece of macho, Kijung smiles, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose (which he is loathed to let Minho know he has to wear - but really spending the whole game not even being able to see the ball did seem silly), and folding one leg over the other turns to him a little. âDid you play much soccer as a kid?â He calls out over the noise, opening his mouth as he leans forward and seals his lips around his straw, watching him as he waits for a reply.Â
He was hoping on some âmale bondingâ, more in Minhoâs comfort zone, aka a stadium filled with thousands of heterosexual men obsessed with watching other men play with balls... he notes the irony but he keeps those thoughts to himself. That and Koreanâs were crazy for soccer and he wanted Minho to see more of the culture of the country he came from, not just in the inside of a hanger! Â
            Sometimes it was as simple as asking where he was.
And sometimes it was anything but that. But it was a start, it was something that they could agree on. Heâd name a location, or sheâd simply be there, perchance, and it felt like in some small way, their own fate. To find each other across this small planet of theirs, as if it werenât strange to find a boy who spoke with a Southern drawl within his voice when they spoke English with one another, or that it wasnât a mystery that she sometimes showed up, just because, to take him to get something to eat. That theyâd find themselves in beautiful places, and ugly ones too, because what was life without a little contrast in it? The little Chinese princess and her trailing dark hair, with a small smile that edged between rebellion and politeness, a concept that she felt met so well with his American mannerisms. Hoping he felt that same thing whenever they met up - that less alone emotion that made it all seem worthwhile.
Tonight it was the Philippines, with the both of them at the edge of the Manila Bay. Colette, with her shoes off, staring out at the water, and Minho at her side, as listless and lost as she was. Maybe that was normal, it was an expected reaction, but she always found it funny coming from someone who otherwise lived such a regimented and sure life. His presence a kind of blessing she took comfort in, wondering how long it would take him to drive back to Floridablanca, and if he found the place strange because it was yet another way in which his childhood chased him all the way to the other side of the world. How Americanism, really, ate up the Philippines and the history that tore at its edges. The remains of the street food that theyâd bought (and sheâd insisted on paying for until they refused to take her credit card, wanting to be upset but more embarrassed than anything) spread out on tin foil between them, the sticky feeling of it still damp along their fingertips.
âThanks for coming out.â She was willing to lie and say it was just coincidence that she was in Manila. State that there was some fashion show, or some store she absolutely had to go to but the truth was a little more depressing; that her father had asked her to meet with the son of another family and that sheâd thrown a fit when sheâd overheard that it wasnât so that she could go negotiate on behalf of the family, but just to play show and tell with their children. At 19, the concept felt so foreign and far off, grabbing her passport and her credit cards and taking off that night. âWas it far? The drive from the base... how long are you here for? And when are you coming back to Seoul?â China was out of the question, no bases allowed on communist land, but the country anything but in name. âItâs peaceful here...â somehow, despite the armed guards that seemed to walk around everywhere armed with their AKs as if it were normal. As if there werenât people being shot in the streets, and as if there wasnât a fear that blanketed this country.
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>> 5 THINGS <<
fill in the categories with 5 things that your character can be identified by. repost, do not reblog. Tagged by: @sovtherncomf0rt (imma copy your format beau) Tagging: @military-shop-untouchableâ @voiixesâ (my two daddies)
ft Kijung
i. emotions/feelings
1. tiredness, utter bone deep exhaustion to the point where heâs dragging himself to bed from the couch where he had fallen after a long shift.
2. determination - tell him he canât or wont and heâll make damn sure he does.Â
3. the friendliness in his smile and even if he grumbles and complains, heâd bend over backwards for those he cares about
4. the calm when his fingers slip over ivory keys and play classical music from his professional days
5. enjoying a romantic day dreamÂ
ii. greetings
1. a soft smile as lips press to his neck and he realises heâd disappeared into a musical daydream as he played to an empty bar before opening 2. a sarcastic comment accompanied by a sharp, unforgiving smirk as he polishes a glass 3. the slip of his controlled exterior seeing a long lost friend, the crumple of emotion, following the widening of his eyes before he flings arms around them and squeezes tightly. 4. slipping into bed at 4am when the bar finally closes, not wanting to wake them but needing a goodnight kiss and a whispered good morning. 5. a sleepy, groggy and snappy âyes!?â as the shrill ringing of his mobile wakes him up at 11am, still cocooned in bedding with hair far messier then he would usually let anyone see.Â
iii. colors
1. a clear amber 2. gun metal grey 3. marshmallow fluffy white 4. coke-a-cola red 5. black
iv. scents
1. aftershave 2. cigarette smoke 3. coffee 4. hair products 5. cherry lip balm
v. clothing
1. pressed white shirts 2. a plain silver necklace 3. a bright red music college hoodie 4. soft, light grey pj bottoms 5. boy band t-shirt
vi. objects
1. a half broken coffee machine with a button fixed with tape that needs hitting each morning to turn it on 2. a small black comb 3. the framed bottle cap of the first beer ever opened in his club 4. the clubâs baby grand piano in shiny black wood with slightly yellowed and worn ivory keys 5. the keys to the club, on a âsassy kittyâ gifted key ring thatâs battered with age and still makes him grumble in distaste.Â
vii. vices/bad habits
1. smokes when stressed (literally the same as Minho) 2. insisting that heâs quit smoking to anyone who interogates him 3. being too picky and being hyper critical of men, whilst at the same time thinking his romantic life hopeless and DOA 4. classic workaholic 5. control freak when it comes to his club, only allows part time bar staff, taking on all the work himself
viii. body language
1. the slow, judgemental arch of his left eye brow 2. licking his lips before he lets them crack with a faint chuckle 3. letting out a soft yet long, forlorn sigh as he watches someone young do something impulsive and stupid in the name of lust or love 4. slouching over piano keys as his eyes close and he lets himself get lost 5. sleeping on his front, inevitably an arm or a leg flopping over the edge, as usually perfectly styled and combed hair covers his eyesÂ
ix. aesthetics
1. resting a phone between his shoulder and cheek, stress cigarette dangling between his lips as he gruffly argues with a supplier, hands full as he tries to change a keg in the basement, grumbling about giving it all up and moving to Hawaii. 2. frowning gently with understanding as he soothes the young bar-hand through another heart break, remembering what it was like to be 23, thinking every boyfriend was the great love - only to eventually watch him race off to jump on the back of some bozoâs motorbike and throw his heart into the ring once more. 3. falling asleep slouched in his arm chair, in front of a black and white romance, 8pm on his one night off in a week 4. playing soft yet technically demanding pieces on the barâs piano, to a soft chorus of claps, a far cry from the concert halls of his past 5. daydreaming about dancing, resting a cheek on a shoulder and moving on slow steps, big hands splayed across his lower backÂ
x. songs
1. Rupert Holmes - Escape (The PiĂąa Colada Song) âif you like making love at midnight, in the dunes of the cape, you´re the love that Iâve looked for, come with me, and escape"
2. Annie Lennox - You Belong to Me âjust remember till you're home again, you belong to meâ
3. Nina Simone - Mempis in June âit's paradise, brother take my advice, nothing's half as nice as Memphis in Juneâ
4. Elton John - Are You Ready for Love? âsay the world, and I'll be there, loving you foreverâ
5. Ariane Grande - Everyday âhe giving me that good shitâ