to perfection

Kim Minseok, 26. University of Toronto alumnus. Bidulgi graduate student. Future sports medicine doctor.

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«Enlighten Me»

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acaxbaek:

the moment those words left his lips baekhyun felt a slight pang of guilt. accusing minseok of the things he doesn’t even know doesn’t help the situation–heck, if anything it makes him sound even like a spoiled brat throwing a tantrum for not getting what he wants. baekhyun isn’t usually this apprehensive. but with minseok, everything he does seem to irk him beyond belief. 

“my mother wasn’t the one who left me to suffer alone.” he spits, eyes glaring back towards the elder before trailing off to the shoerack beside him. technically she also did- but she did it for them, right? to make sure baekhyun can still go to school and have something to eat in the end of the day. the pink haired boy grits his teeth. “so no. don’t equate yourself with my mother because you’re nothing like her.”

he let out a sigh once minseok decided to let the argument go. as expected of your picture perfect son. the mature, successful and happy adult. what is he–the child in this equation–can do to be on par? look at him, being twenty-four yet acts like he’s twelve instead. the only thing he could do to ease his wounded ego is to provoke the other further. and that’s exactly what he’s going to do.

 “then why? what could possibly be the reason behind your anal retentiveness, oh your majesty? you’re perfect. you have everything going for you. just because the world bows down to your will doesn’t mean i would.”

      Ever since Baekbeom’s introduction to their relation, it never seems like Minseok and Baekhyun have ever seen eye to eye on anything. They have completely different personalities. They are magnets facing each other with the same polarization; one wants to get closer, but the other just pushes away. If this were any other person, Minseok would be well on his way to sever any other attempt made to meet on common ground, knows it’s a waste of time when the other party clearly isn’t interested. However, this pertains Baekhyun, his “family,” his brother whom he is admittedly curious about. But he is someone with a rebellious spirit and only blood tying them together.

      Everything about this still feels wrong. His expectations aren’t being met, being challenged, really. It makes his skin prickle with irritation, the flare rising up his neck as he glares at the younger, and there’s nothing he’s doing to calm it. Falling prey to his emotions is uncouth, and his nails dig into the palm of his hand as he controls his temper, but he cannot also let these insults go on for longer.

      “Baekhyun,” he says sternly, eyes straight onto the other to show he doesn’t appreciate the accusations he’s making. Minseok is sure that the outside doesn’t show just how furious as much as he feels, but his brows are furrowed, and his lips are pursed into a thin line. “You can tell me you hate me. You can tell me you don’t want to see me again. That’s fine, I understand it when I just arrived out of nowhere. But you can’t assume that you know me.” He feels a sting in his chest, and every heartbeat feels like it’s hammering it in deeper. His fists clench harder to fight through the pain. “It’s clear that you don’t want me to be here. If you didn’t want to have dinner with me, you could have said so.”

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wellness゛

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acajin:

「 @acakms 」

the content never excites him: for the first two sessions, he falls asleep in the back near the corner. and he thinks nothing of it until he’s reminded that the last two biology courses he’s taken have ended in failure – he’d sighed the first time, cried the second, and hopes to never see a third. though science is much too strict and grueling, not in appealing ways but in dry, swollen facts – it feels like learning the rules to a game he never gets to play.

it isn’t until the third session that he finds a reason to stay awake. his eyes follow kim minseok, a short, pretty man that looks too young to be a professor, but carries himself with enough wisdom that jinyoung learns to respect him, to study him. he doesn’t learn the architecture of cells, nor their varied interior, but he does learn how many steps it takes for minseok to reach the center of the room and how many strokes he uses to write definitions on the board.

and just two weeks later, he learns that minseok’s heart is as kind as his handsome brown when he offers to tutor jinyoung. but tutoring carries different connotations: for minseok, it is a filtered and efficient way of teaching – imparting information in more concentrated doses; for jinyoung, it means free answers to his homework, yet he’s the one who ends up disappointed.

as he is now when he looks away from his book and chews at his pen; frustration builds in the pit of his stomach, rises like steam, warms his cheek as his throat fills with a whined and childish voice.  

“i still don’t get the point of it all – like, yeah, cool, there are cells and stuff but why is there a class and why is it required. why do i have to learn all this stuff anyway? isn’t it enough that other people learned it for me, like, this isn’t a contest.”

      Needless to say, Minseok is not the easiest grader and neither is he the easiest teacher’s assistant regarding introductory courses. He likes to think of himself more as strict and thorough, although maybe his expectations towards those taking his course might be higher than average. With these young students with their (assumingly) mature minds voluntarily stepping into education beyond high school, one would think that they would have more motivation to attend their classes and pay attention to lectures. There’s less time for them to spend with their mind elsewhere, each class filled with more information piled on from the previous. Textbooks are a very convenient aide, but being in the classroom is where students learn most.

      With that said, he’s more than happy to offer help to those struggling to understand the material during his office hours. Seeing the dejected look crossing his student’s face encourages Minseok to find the exact nature of his problem in hopes for him to overcome what it is he just doesn’t get. A part of him thinks Jinyoung just doesn’t have the interest.

      “What is your major, if I may ask?” he starts, fingers lacing together as he leans forward. “Biology isn’t necessary for many fields, that’s true, but knowing the foundation of how our body works is more helpful than not knowing. For example, when you’re suffering from a cold, do you know exactly why you’ve caught it? When you take medicine, do you know what it’s doing to your cells once it’s in your body?” Minseok’s case is definitely the best example of needing to know the details of cells and the way it breaks down in the body, but he doesn’t expect everyone in an intro to biology course to learn that much. “Perhaps the information doesn’t entertain you as much as… let’s say music, but I honestly think it’s more helpful to know that than remembering the names of all the participants in the new season of Produce 101.”

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Send me 'I want the K' and I'll generate a number

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chivalrousxhybrid:

1: Hot, Steamy kiss

2: Cheek Kiss

3: Nose Kiss

4: Forehead Kiss

5: Firm Kiss

6: Gentle Peck

7: Romantic Kiss

8: Eyelid Kiss

9: Jawline Kiss

10: Neck Kiss

11: Collarbone Kiss

12: Chest Kiss

13: Stomach Kiss

14: Kiss Along the Hips

15: Kiss in the Rain

16: Upside-Down Kiss

17: Goofy Kiss

18: Underwater Kiss

19: Forceful Kiss

20: Any of the Above

21: Then there’s tongue

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.talk politics to me

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acajimin:

The moment he gets a response– something he really didn’t expect if he was being honest, Jimin turns his full attention to the guy next to him. 

“My actions, huh?” If things were concerning his actions then Jimin was well within the realm of a slut– more than that. He had made a home there. A snort left his lips and it was really too funny. 

“Well, then you can go ahead and consider me a slut.” 

He had left a girl at his home and made out with someone in the bathroom already– and his night was just getting started.  “I get around. I’m not exactly the most… virgin mary of the bunch.” The virgin Mary would probably die from shock if she had a look at the notches in Jimin’s bedpost… and his couch… and anywhere else in his home. 

And campus. 

And… where ever he pleased, honestly. 

“But latin dancing? No. I took some ballroom when I was younger because my parents wanted me to, but other than that I’m not a big dancer.” 

That being said, Jimin certainly knew how to command a club floor when he needed to, but don’t put him up there with the dance majors. 

“But I suppose that makes me a slut of the sluttiest degree– what’s your name. I’m Jimin.” And he offers a hand, completely abandoning his drink to put his attention on this guy. 

    He looks down at that hand first, knowing it was a gesture of greeting, but can’t help for his mind to wander to just how many things it’s touched or places it’s been. It’s a bad habit on Minseok’s part by falling into what the media portrays the title Jimin gives himself. Then again, with such a ‘hobby,’ also comes with a higher need for hygiene to avoid unwanted... ‘cross-contamination,’ at least he hopes. The old Minseok would have taken longer than normal to reach out and touch that hand, if he ever brought himself to do it in the first place, but this Minseok reaches out and grips the other’s hand firmly.

    “I’m Minseok,” he replies. His gaze stays on him, and he takes note of his facial features in this lighting. “It’s nice to meet you. Although I have to say, you really had an interesting topic to start off this conversation. I don’t think many would admit to calling themselves something so… derogatory, to someone they just met.” It’s a fact more than it is an opinion when it comes to how the term ‘slut’ is seen. Perhaps Jimin sees it as somewhat of a badge of pride, or even self-deprecation. Who knows with art majors even if his own half-brother is one. “But to get back to your original question, you look appropriately dressed in here, especially with all the body heat shared on the dance floor.”

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trouble in the air,

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acaseolhyun:

@acakms

the sun peeks over on the eastern side of the city, casting an early morning glow over seoul’s many skyscrapers as locals are slowly coming alive.

it’s almost laughable that she’s just about to head home.

during work days, everyone’s morning time is her night time, and their night time becomes her morning. it’s a schedule that takes a lot of getting used to but for seolhyun, the arrangement had always been familiar. truth be told, she just wants to live normally – to wake up just as the sun starts rifling through her curtains and to sleep before the night gets too cold. but normalcy had never been a concept that fits into her life and she’s long accepted that.

there’s a slowness in her step, tired eyes struggling to keep up with the sudden onslaught of brightness. she wraps her jacket tighter around her upper body as white sneakers make noiseless sounds over the sidewalk pavement. sleep is calling out to her, but her bed is still too far away.

mind wandering off to thoughts of her comfortable bedroom and her obliviousness to the world around her has the unsettling tourist follow her with equal ease and interest. waiting for the perfect opportunity to pounce and to bring to life every nightmare that seolhyun had ever imagined.

      The early hours usually seem reserved for Minseok when others aren’t out in the area, aside from the older community folk with their garbage bags and pick up tools as well as night owls finally returning home to their burrow. The quiet and cool before the sun’s warmth is enough to keep his skin on edge and prickle his awareness as he prepares for his jog. His stretching wakes him even further, reaching full consciousness before setting off on his route.

      Weekends were a different demon, with so many other college students out and about enjoying their youth in inebriation and merriment. He doesn’t like waking up to those mornings finding waste on the floor and groups too loud arguing over one senseless thing or another. Silence is perfectly fine for him, and the silhouette casted from the sun’s rays and the store signs gave him enough lighting to not use his own.

      In fact, it gave him enough to recognize a familiar face down the sidewalk.

      “Oh, Seolhyun,” he calls out when he’s jogging closer. The younger looks exhausted, and her attire hints that she’s been out for the night. His utterance proves that they were not alone either, not when he notices a figure behind her hesitating his steps and immediately changing his path, although not completely out of sight. Minseok’s eyes glance over at the man to watch his steps first, but averts it back to his friend to keep her from worrying and slows his steps. “What are you doing out this early in the morning?”

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Kim Minseok and Byun Baekhyun 

A story of half-brothers

[ @acaxbaek ]

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Kim Minseok sorted in Ravenclaw House

   “Or yet in wise old Ravenclaw,           if you've a ready mind,                Where those of wit and learning,        Will always find their kind.” 

[mixminsoo]

.talk politics to me

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acajimin:

“Do you think like….” Jimin pursed his lips, sitting at the bar and hooking a finger in the front of his shirt. He was a few shots in and due to the fact that he was alone for the night ( for the time being at least) he was slowly nursing some kind of drink.

“Do you like…” then again, he’s always been a lightweight too. The poor guy next to him was his target of conversation, whether he liked it not. “This shirt is too slutty?”

The button down was barely done up, tucked into his pants. Jimin was showing generous chest tonight. It was a usual look for Jimin, sitting at a bar, walking the buildings of campus, even hanging out in the library. 

“But guys can’t be slutty right?” That wasn’t how things went… surly? 

“Or.. they can, right? Isn’t there some feminist movement about that?” A heavy sigh and he was giving up tugging at his shirt, another button undone. “Who knows. I’m just an art major– and you’re cute.” 

@acakms​

     Minseok does not know who this person is, but such random encounters can always be expected in such a social setting. He’s sure that the amount of bodies in the room go over the count of the maximum occupancy, but he can’t think of a business that will abide by safety precautions if breaking it gains them more money. But he digresses.

      His attention is now on the person next to him especially when he asks his question. It’s general in nature, and frankly Minseok doesn’t believe he should be entertaining a man so bent on others affirming his appearances, but his eyes, much to the dismay of his willpower, look down to the expanse of the young man’s chest. He follows it all the way down to where it disappears behind the fabric once more, and he’s sure there’s no way to deny what he’s done.

     “I would say that your actions would better determine if others would label you as ‘slutty.’ I can’t be the judge of that myself when I barely know you.” His ‘cute’ compliment doesn’t go unnoticed either, but he rather decides not to mention it. His head tilts down more and looks at his new company with curiosity. “Although, having such a deep neckline is a fashion reserved for latin dancing. So, are you a good dancer, or do you just look like one?”

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«Enlighten Me»

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acaxbaek:

baekhyun scoffs, head shaking in disbelief. what a real piece of work. is he really his brother? even baekbeom isn’t this condescending–annoying, maybe, but not stuck up nor arrogant. just what kind of hole did he crawl out of? if the son is this bad, he really doesn’t want to imagine what minseok’s mother is like. that man definitely has a great sense of the whores he cheat on baekhyun’s mother for.

although the older is right, baekhyun doesn’t want to exert that much effort just for this one dinner. changing his clothes means he have to do extra laundry, extra laundry means less time to chill and relax. it’s not happening. he doesn’t even put any effort in his studies, and this guy expects him to just change his clothes and come running back with a wagging tail? 

“look, you probably got everything shoved into your mouth on a silver spoon as a kid,” he sighs, slipping his hands onto the pocket of his hoodie as he approaches the elder until they are at an arm’s length, gaze defiant. he shouldn’t look bothered, or minseok would think he’s winning this. “but i’m not your mom. i ain’t gonna change my clothes just because you don’t like it. deal with it.”

     Minseok’s brows twitch at the accusation, that Baekhyun would ever assume that he’d receive such a thing like service with a silver spoon. He knows of the metaphor of being a privileged child, but that’s only partially correct. The underlying message of the metaphor is having a guardian voluntarily serve it to him, for him to have everything done for him, but Minseok merely was handed the spoon without knowing what to do with it.

     He would never know what’s worse, if it’s better to have parents who didn’t care or have parents that care too much. He lived with what he had, and that’s what his half-brother is not aware of. With the same father, however, he wonders why their father didn’t offer the same monetary courtesy to Baekhyun’s family. “You’re mistaken if you think I’m like this because I’m spoiled.” His eyes lower to glare at the younger as he approaches. “Honestly, is this how you treated your own mother too?”

     Minseok takes a step away to get closer to the front door and slips on his shoes. “Put your shoes on. We’re going.” 

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«Enlighten Me»

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acaxbaek:

it’s 6 pm. baekhyun should be joining his housemates in their weekly gaming match. but instead he’s stuck in his room, getting ready for a dinner–not a night out, because he doesn’t really want to spend that much time with his half-brother. the guy did enough damage by appearing in his doorstep out of the blue one day, proclaiming himself to be the byun siblings’ lost half-brother. unlike that fucking traitor baekbeom he’s not gonna entertain minseok easily. not after what his existence did to baekhyun’s mother.

and being the underachiever he is of course he’s going to go casual, and maybe because he knows how perfectionist minseok is–heck, perfectionist would be an understatement. the guy is a neat freak. the slightest details, the smallest faults, minseok’s eyes never fail to notice them. maybe baekhyun does want to pull a nerve or two, see if the guy is going to explode once he takes a look on his outfit for the night. 

a smile tugs both corners of his lips at the picture of his stepbrother seething like a steamed bun. except, the dude is already standing in front of him right now.

he quirks an eyebrow, eyes scanning his getup from shoulder to toe with fake innocence before looking back at the older, head tilted slightly. “speak for yourself?? dude, it’s just a dinner to hongdae. nothing to dress up and be fancy for.” god he hates that face and that attitude. who does he think he is?

    Minseok wants to mention the contradiction to his words, how the claim of his fashion sense seems to be far away from mainstream, but he refrains himself from listing them off. Hongdae and Mapo-gu are not the mecca of fashion forward styles, but one can’t deny the higher concentration of metrosexual university students in the area. ‘Dress to impress,’ as they would say, especially with all the bars and clubs in the area to satisfy every desire and sexual attraction that might come across their conscience. While he hasn’t indulged in these activities himself, his observations from his late night walks home is personal experience enough to support his claims.

    “There are people in Hongdae who dress similarly, if not ‘fancier,’ than I do,” he manages. The nature of Baekhyun’s comment might have stemmed from Minseok’s own, but Minseok prefers to keep a higher level of tidiness in all aspects of his life. Baekhyun’s lifestyle consistently proves to be the opposite of Minseok’s, and he can’t bring himself to accept that a blood relative can be so disorganized. They have a schedule to uphold, but Minseok also refuses to go out when someone can’t dress properly. “You should at least change your shirt to something nicer. I know you have one because you’ve worn it before.”

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❱ it hurts; minseok

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acawonho:

would you treat me right, @acakms​ ?

hoseok hated sports.

he didn’t exactly hated practicing, he enjoyed going to the gym and getting his body all sweaty and defined but the memories of a distant past and anything related to track and soccer fields still and from time to time plagued him, enough to make him stay as far as he could from that area around the university.

but of course destiny liked to play tricks to him and being an unlucky bastard he lost a stupid bet with taemin, that made him run around the soccer field during one week, for one hour. hoseok should be thankful because he could be in shape and get to know the athletes from school but he wasn’t; he was grumpy all the time and that was probably why he didn’t care about his safety, not when he was running around with the wrong shoes,  after a particular stressful day.

he fell, ridiculously and shamefully on the ground, face first.

trying to stand up was just impossible when his right foot complained, ankle already swelling. “fuck my life.”

so he stood there, laid on the ground, feeling like shit as the sun started to burn his skin, until someone blocked the light - what a blessing. “Who are you?”m he asked, not bothering looking at his savior, whoever might be.

    It’s a signal enough to Minseok that the young man would have problems with how he fell on his foot. The way his ankle bent as he stepped on it is an all too familiar sight, and experience, for him, and he can already feel it in his own ligaments how painful the stretch feels under all that pressure from his weight. The second warning is how he can’t pick himself back up from his fall, and Minseok imagines the limp he is sure to have when he is back on his feet.

    He doesn’t intend to leave the other to his own devices, not when he didn’t seem to take the correct precautions before exercising. The blame to speak of the lack of arch support his shoes give him is right in the forefront of his mind, but he doesn’t voice it. If this is how he exercised regularly, Minseok is certain that the man’s posture will suffer if it already hasn’t.

    ‘Are you okay?’ is too much of an obvious statement for him to make, and decides on crouching down to be at more of an eye level with the stranger and inspect his injury. “Does it matter to you of who I am? You have a sprain and it needs to be treated, and I don’t see anyone else around trying to help you.” Comforting words are still lost in his tongue when he speaks, but the offer of his assistance still stands. “May I take a look at your ankle?”

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boxers or briefs?

Honesty Hour! - closed

    "Boxers don't give me the support I need for when I'm active, it's too free and loose. I don't like to wear briefs for when I'm jogging either, so my first choice is to go for boxer briefs. However, for casual wear, I prefer briefs."

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is there anything that you regret in your life?

Honesty Hour! - closed

    "Regret stems from disappointment from one's actions, so yes, there is a lot that I regret in life." He regrets missing that simple mistake on his statistics homework. He regrets that his English pronunciation led to a miscommunication between him and the worker at Tim Hortons. He regrets that he never heard an apology from his American roommate who purposefully made Minseok's life a living nightmare. "One that stands out was a time I attended an undergraduate party and I met someone there. I hadn't done anything to pursue him because I was unsure of my sexual orientation."

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«Enlighten Me»

for @acaxbaek

     Minseok is ever so punctual, showing up at the sharehouse right at the top of the hour. Baekhyun should be used to this by now, but Minseok’s skin tingles with irritation at the thought of him delaying their time once more. He never understands how people can still be late after constant reminders of meeting times, never once has he thought his reminders were too short of a notice to the other person, and he blames the impact of social media as a distraction. Video games has been another underlying annoyance to him, and the back of his mind wonders if his blamed tardiness will be set upon that.

      He wears his navy blue button down tucked neatly into his dress pants and scans around the area. Predictability brings up questions in his head by others regarding why he’s dressed so nicely, but are also immediately disregarded for their irrelevance. Their plan is to eat out if it all goes accordingly, and Minseok refuses to be seen as anything less than clean cut.

      As Baekhyun comes into view, Minseok stands to greet the other, but disappointment crosses his face in a frown upon noticing his lack of preparation. “Will you be going out like this?”

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toronto or seoul? why?

Honesty Hour!

     "In terms of school or in terms of living? Both places have their merits, and they are vastly different from each other.

     "Toronto is a great school that has fascinating teachers. I specialized in health sciences and I learned a lot from the professors. It was a big culture shock for me seeing so many people with different backgrounds, and they weren’t afraid to voice out their views and discuss very serious topics in an out of the classroom. Hence, there would be a lot of information received in the classroom shared through personal experiences. 

     "Many individuals are courteous, and they’re a lot more diverse and open minded than Korea is. The benefits of living in Toronto and joining the associations gave us seasonal visits to Quebec and cities in the United States.“ The one memory he couldn’t get out of his mind, however, was the fact that New York City piled bags of garbage right on the sidewalks. “I learned a lot about so many cultures.

     "The unfavorable part of living in Canada is their perpetual winter. It’s comparatively worse than Seoul’s. Their public transportation wasn’t that good either, and everything is a lot more expensive.

     "Seoul is very convenient and easier to get around. I also didn’t think I would have missed establishments being open at all hours, but it is a big help when you’re studying at night. The cost of living and the tuition are also significantly lower.

     "My experiences in school might not hold as much reliability when I went to undergraduate for one and graduate school for the other, but the teaching styles are a lot more straightforward; there are expectations the professor lays out in the class, and they are met by the end of it. I find myself constantly juggling between visiting the lab and doing book work. 

     "My colleagues are all very hardworking, and on some occasions, we have made time for MT and have gone to more mountainous areas to stay at a pension. We have also gone to Ganghwa-do to visit the beach together and hike the mountains.

     “To answer the question about my preference, each offered similar options experience wise, but I prefer the more comfortable living style of Seoul. Despite that, I might want to look out of the country for jobs once I graduate because the Korean work ethic is more rigorous.”

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favorite high school memory?

Honesty Hour!

     “It was a challenge in the archery club to hit five moving targets with only five arrows. I hit all of them on the mark.” The others were so impressed with his skill, but Minseok was satisfied with the fact that none of the arrows went to waste; having high accuracy was clearly the best efficacy.

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ADMIN HYOJIN HERE ♡ 

here’s a tiny mini event/meme for all of you! to just get your muse flowing, though not to disrupt your plotting. but it’s HONESTY HOUR TIME !!! reblog this post if you’d like some anonymous questions in your askbox! just remember your muse has to answer as honestly as they can! this event lasts all week and make sure you send as many asks as you can to others so no one is left out! 

have fun all !