like wildfire.

a word at the start: laughing sounds a lot like screaming.

[minahs]

beautiful 💛

[20sdanbi]

"Go back and try to find another to go home with.”

this is the first and last time danbi’s ever gonna throw a compliment someone’s way. 

scene: danbi leaves a hotel room, only slightly disheveled, and that’s if you look close enough – assuming she lets you get that close in the first place. there are small wrinkles near the hem of her skirt, but apart from that, danbi is perfect. danbi is great. nothing is new. she’s in a good mood – of course she is; that’s usually what happens after this kind of thing – but her biggest mistake, she supposes, was letting this be known. 

hey, you play really well.

it was a casual comment, a by-product of too many endorphins running through her veins, scrambling her brain, letting her guard down for that split second. the next thing she knows, the snarky piano player in the hotel lobby is throwing words back at her with a venom she’s usually used to handing out herself. 

danbi stops dead in her tracks, the click of stilettos on the marble floor ceasing. 

“i’m sorry. what?” she’s too stunned to be angry just yet. there’s this lingering disbelief, because no one talks back to danbi. who does this kid think he is? what the fuck is up his ass? “i must not have heard you right, child. what the fuck did you just say to me?”

sentence meme – accepting!

[20sdanbi]

“At what point in my life was I not hugged enough to be on my fourth walk of shame in half as many weeks?”

“shame?” danbi pouts, humming in a way one would console a child. “oh honey, shame isn’t a real word. i don’t know who taught you that, but they're an idiot. walks of shame do not exist, because sex is good. sex is, as the kids say, ‘lit’. do those walks home with pride, yu; just remember that you got to do the do, and everyone else didn’t.” 

she chuckles, low and quiet, rests her head atop her fist with a disbelieving smile. 

“funny,” danbi says. “you’re always goin’ on about not having any time off... overtime this, overtime that. it’s a wonder how you even managed to get laid four times in the last two weeks, yu. that tinder account of yours must be on fucking point.”

sentence meme – accepting!

[20sdanbi]

"I need you to be best friend brutally honest about whether or not I can go into public like this”

it’s all so very devil wears prada-esque, the way danbi peers over her sunglasses at shin. why he’s had a change of heart and decided her opinion is worth a damn is beyond her, but she’ll indulge him for now. he’s not going to listen to her, that much she’s sure about, but she’ll give him her two cents regardless; this is a charitable act. danbi considers this community service. 

“frankly, asshole, you’re not fit to go out in public no matter what you’re wearing. you’ve got a face that should never see the light of day, honestly.” she’s as cool as a cucumber, as relaxed as if she was on the beaches of fiji, just leaning back against the cushions of shin’s sofa, arms crossed over her chest. “but you’ve got a big ego, and not an ounce of shame running through your veins. i’m sure you won’t be affected by the weird looks you’ll get.” 

danbi pushes her sunglasses up to perch atop her head, checking on her already perfect manicure. 

“i feel like italian food today, by the way.”

sentence meme – accepting!

[20sdanbi]

"I need you to be best friend brutally honest about whether or not I can go into public like this”

ice cubes collide in her glass when danbi abruptly stops, drink halfway to her lips. an eyebrow arches, analysing eyes shifting up, down, and up again, lips pursed. she knows nothing about this bartender, so best friend brutally honest? danbi can do that, sans the best friend sentiment. 

( danbi doesn’t do ‘best friends’. period. ) 

“what’s it matter,” she asks, eyes narrowing briefly to glare at the boy’s nametag. “wonjae. you’re out of the fucking house already. you’re out in public with that dry-ass shrub you call hair whether you like it or not.” 

danbi scoffs, bringing her glass back to her lips, lets amber disappear with a quick sip. 

“how old are you anyway? you look like a damn twelve year old. didn’t know we’d changed the rule about minors serving alcohol.”

sentence meme – accepting!

[20smthngrp-blog]

Here’s a nice sentence meme for our first “official” official meme for 20smthng. This meme (based on this meme) will run from January 22nd until January 30th, so please do not reblog or send it after then though you may continue to answer the memes you may have. Reminder that this does not count towards activity, but simply a fun activity for everyone and to help keep the dash moving!

warning some may be nsfw.

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[20shyunwoo-blog]

the one where hyunwoo does bread deliveries

@20sdanbi

as if working nine to five as a part timer wasn’t enough for the old lady. now she’s even asking him to help her deliver the god damned bread. he was definitely underpaid, but of course, it wasn’t socially acceptable to tell an old lady to “pay me more of gtfo”. he’d be cast away by society. 

he grumbles as he pulls out the pink bicycle the old lady parks at the side which has the bakery’s name in sparkly pink glitter. he groans as he puts the bread in the basket and cycles away. 

the place was almost 20 minutes away and by the time he reaches, he’s panting like he just ran a mile barefoot. he parks the bicycle away and heads past the security after getting clearance. it would’ve been a lie if he said that he wasn’t a tiny bit excited to be visiting a legit studio, maybe he might meet lee minho, his ultimate idol. but okay, that was far fetched. 

he goes up the lift and looks for the studio number before knocking on the door. 

“hey, baker’s express bread delivery? someone ordered bre-”

“fucking bread? why is there carbs on my set! I specifically said NO CARBS. everyone here is fat enough as it is and this boy thinks he can come and add on to their weight.”

“hey– i’m just the delivery man, someone ordered bread because im positive we don’t do free shit, the boss is cheap enough as it is.”

[20sdanbi]

danbi glares at the can of soda an assistant holds out to her while her hair is restyled, smirking at the way she cowers and mumbles an apology before running in the opposite direction. 

it’s habitual now, the way she scrolls through her phone, switching through social media accounts completely nonchalant and bored any time she’s given a minute to herself, away from the camera lenses; but it’s all so monotonous, scrolling through photos, ignoring most of them because she’s not in them. rinse and repeat. 

she sighs and shuts her eyes, lets herself be lulled into a brief calm by the rhythmic patting of a powder puff on her cheeks. 

a distant yelling forces her eyes open, and now the grating music isn’t the only thing annoying her ears. 

danbi pushes away the stylist’s hands before they can grab her sleeve to adjust her outfit, standing to walk over to wherever the chaos is coming from. the clicking of her heels on the studio’s cement flooring is intimidating and unnerving enough for the yelling to stop immediately, two heads turning her way, two sets of eyes growing wide instantly. she stops somewhere between the photoshoot’s director and this boy with a basket full of bread, eyebrow cocked. 

“my, my, this is a new low for you, yang,” she says. “bread? at one of my shoots? you must be out of your fucking mind.” 

“d-danbi. i... i swear, this is just some kind of shitty mistake, o-or someone’s idea of a sick jok--” 

one look at the director is enough to shut him up, and danbi doesn’t even attempt to conceal the pride that shoots through her at her ability to do it so quickly. she, too, doesn’t attempt to hide the disgust that paints her face when she looks at the basket in the delivery boy’s arms, a perfectly manicured finger poking at a croissant warily, like some creature from the deep sea. 

“who are you, and what the fuck do you call this?”

[20sdanbi]

what’s gucci, amigos? i’m ree, i’m sick, and i’m regretting this coffee i’m drinking rn!!! my twitter is svnshinegrl if you’re into quality shitposting and memeing or if u wanna plot there too ig?? that’s cool too. i suck at intro posts so lemme just get right into it. a tl;dr on everybody’s favourite rich bitch danbi is under the cut! 

the only daughter of one of the country’s best fashion photographers and fashion models (both retired) 

a total daddy’s girl and happily admits it; hates her mother with a burning passion 

raised pretty much to follow in her mother’s footsteps and has been in the limelight her entire life p much

i mean she doesn’t hate it but her mother’s a level five stage mom ya feel? put her on diets, compared her to the looks of other girls, told her to tilt her head 270 degrees north-west etc. that kinda thing. v much likes to control her daughter’s every move

her first and only taste of ‘normalcy’ came in the form of a boy who was the epitome of normal aka had nothing and wanted nothing to do with the industry, wasn’t anything special, was barely phased by whatever she did 

mother dearest did not approve of course, made her get rid of him, and so begins danbi’s emotional downfall 

ironically, her career picks up around this point 

apathetic, detached from the world around her, narcissistic, vain, selfish and superficial. her mother literally couldn’t be prouder 

chain smokes, spends her money frivolously, sleeps around, hates commitment 

oh she gets a nose job at some point bc she hates that it’s the same as her mother’s 

if you’ve ever seen the japanese movie helter skelter she’s p much lilico but not as extreme alskdjfh 

will probably step on you and not feel an ounce of remorse about it demi_lovato_-_sorry_not_sorry.mp3 

possible plots maybe???

another number in danbi’s phone that she can hit up anytime she feels horny hey hey 

rival model 

some not-rich person who’s company she can tolerate 

a rich person she hates 

someone who likes to call her out on her bullshit and fails/succeeds to get a reaction out of her 

i also suck at these so let’s brainstorm okay

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