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✛ something they said

i’ve said a lot of bad things in my time, and i’ve made a lot of poor decisions. most of those kinda... relate to each other. i should probably learn from my mistakes, but i don’t know, it just seems impossible. pretty much everything i say, i regret at some point later on but, the first thing that comes to mind is something i said that night i spent with taehyung up on the roof. the opportunity was right there, right in front of me. he was saying things like, he was in love with me, that he totally and completely fell for me. i should have trusted him, but i didn’t trust myself enough to listen to what he was saying. so i told him that there was no love between us, nothing at all, and that he was just being ridiculous.

and we didn’t talk for weeks after that. it was like, my own circle of hell, those weeks without him. and i’m not stupid, i know he was avoiding me, so i avoided him as well. but then when we got set up on that blind date-- i knew. it was like, a sign from the heavens or something. my own shot at redemption. i couldn’t let him go that day, not again. and now that he’s actually, really mine, i don’t plan on ever going without him again.

✝ a secret they kept

answered.

✠  a relationship they had

📷 : answered. 

🃏 : answered. 

💬 : who does your muse text most often?

Joohyuk doesn’t text often because he prefers face to face interactions or he’s simply lazy when it comes to texting. If he had to choose, he texts Hyejeong often, especially when he wants to hang out after work. 

📞: who does your muse call most often?

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📂: how is your muse’s phone organized?

to put it simply, it’s not. his apps are kind of just placed haphazardly, and whenever he happens to download any new ones, he’ll just let them build up until it’s a big mess of a screen (and he memorizes where each one is, so no point in moving them around!). the same applies for photos, contacts, etc. it’s really kind of just a free-for-all in his phone.

📞: who does your muse call most often?

a lot of his calls are to his parents, though it’s not very often. it’s most a courtesy thing, seeing as the whole point of him moving out was to get away from the pressure of his parents. still, he’s a good kid and will check up every so often to let them know he’s still alive.

🃏 : does your muse have games on their phone? if so, what kinds? 

@uhxmina

Joohyuk wouldn’t call himself worried, but he is pacing through the forth floor, running out of options for his problem. Minutes earlier he finished a phone call with his mother. It wasn’t unusual for her to call once a week and for him to forcefully initiate conversation without throwing her sarcasm right back at her. But this time was different, she wanted to visit him! He would not have that, but she persisted and he denied but like any other mother (he guesses) she won, which meant she was on her way. 

There was another small problem. He exaggerated about his living situation. He was living alone with a few of his girlfriend’s items left about the room. She would be his fiance (even he can’t believe he forced himself to say such things but they were out of his mouth before he had the chance to take them back). He told her he had an internship, he was finishing college, he was doing what she expected and none of it was true. He lived with two other boys (not to mention his side of the room wasn’t in the best condition right now), didn’t think about relationships, and never went to class. 

Before he knows it he’s on the third floor, the thoughts still crossing his mind. He’s on the verge of giving up until he notices a room, the door fully open as if it’s a sign from above. Naturally, he peaks inside. Everything is arranged so nicely, and it’s obvious a girl lives there. At least, that’s what he thinks. And he could live there too for a few hours or at least long enough to make his mother believe the life he’s told her about. 

@uhxmina

When Yoongi arrives back at the sharehouse, it’s already half past eight. He didn’t intend to take double shifts today, but the season of college applications hadn’t permitted him to slack off. Student after student entered the photo studio to get their pictures taken for attachments on their application forms. Honestly it made him reminiscent of one and a half year ago, when he himself was applying for different universities. Thinking back, he remembers the regretful decisions he’d made during the first few semesters he spent in college. The part about him taking a break was necessary though, but still he wishes he didn’t have to do it. He doesn’t like to admit it or talk about it but he actually misses being a college student and maybe he envies everyone else a little.

Yoongi is rubbing the dirt from under his sneakers onto the cement before he notices a medium-sized box sitting idly by the doorway. Consequently he approaches it and checks the address person written on it. Much to his surprise, he sees his own name right above the sender’s name. His mom sent him a package? That’s a first. His nose scrunches before he bends down and hoists up the box. It’s a little lighter than he had expected based on its size, but that’s definitely better than having to carry a heavy box up to the fourth floor.

It was always nice to go back home, and while Daehyun wasn’t exactly suppose to be going back yet due to school work he needed to catch up on; he made the executive decision to go through with it anyway. Who knows! Maybe he might get some time on the train to actually study and catch up on on some missing assignments if he didn’t get caught up in his sns. The train hadn’t arrived yet as an anxious and excited Daehyun waited by the side in the early morning. The station was actually pretty quiet that morning, seeing as how families weren’t exactly traveling yet for the holidays. It was a little too early for that. But Daehyun was ready, armed with his backback and shades which shieded the bright morning sun from his eyes. 

“I’m getting hungry...” He proclaims, having had packed snacks in his backpack, but already seeing the train beginning to approach. “Stomach, you can wait a little while longer!” He tells himself; all too used to doing things of the sort because of his stream. He does get a few stares though at his words meant for himself, and as delusional as it is, he assumes they’re fans. So of course he tips a smile and ducks his head for a bow before venturing to get onto the train that has now stopped in front of him. Roaming the aisle in search for a seat with a view to the window, he spots one soon after and is getting himself comfortable within the chairs confinement. He’s already digging into his backpack for the packed lunch but it’s not long before he catches sight of something that completely distracts him. A familiar face, making it’s way through the aisle in search for a seat to her liking. “Oh...Cute Ice Cream Girl..” He mumbles; knowing her name but still used to calling her so because of his broadcast. 

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          jungkook doesn't know how he got dragged to this vile place, how he was ever convinced to take a yoga class with the girl he had only recently become friends with. but alas, here he was, standing at the gate of hell, yoga mat in hand. with a deep grunt, he trudged his way inside, navigating through the endless hallways, almost extending his embarrassment further just by being in this building.

          once he'd finally found the right room (after walking i to a senior's yoga session, mixed martial arts, and a birthing class), he quickly hid in the back corner, wanting to curl up in a mixture of shame and defeat before the class had even started. jungkook really, really hoped that mina wouldnt stand him up and would be showing up soon. if this was some kind of cruel prank, it would not be forgiven, and jungkook would likely complain to her for so long she was begging for mercy.