a brief love affair

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open starter ➥  written on 29/09/2015 

Eleven in the morning and everything so far had gone all ways but the right one. First, she overslept, coming in at work an hour later than usual, something that wasn’t typically Jiwon, although she did get the most loving speech she’d ever received. One that went a little like... ‘If you don’t clean up your act and get here on time, you’ll be kicked out. No second chances.’ -- Of course, that turned her mood sour and ever since she heard those words, the frown on her face almost seemed permanent. She loved her job more than anything or anyone else in the world, even if it wasn’t a high-figure, many-zeroes type and she knew for sure that she worked harder than any other in the company. Seemed like it wasn’t enough. Going home with the gloomiest look on her facial features, thinking it couldn’t get any worse - it always can - she couldn’t find her phone nor could she remember her apartment’s code because god damn it, stress was taking over and she was about to rip the red strands of hair right out of her head. 

Of course, she didn’t have the guts to actually do that, nor did she feel like inflicting pain onto herself-- on purpose. So she just spent the rest of the day, she really was planning to, sitting on the sidewalk. A pretty uncomfortable thing, especially when you’re wearing a skirt and the teeny tiny stones and dirt are sticking onto your skin. But the invisible dark cloud that rained down on her - and was purely her imagination playing games - kept her in place.

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Rainy Day Starters

“It’s never going to stop!”

“I think there’s a leak in the roof.”

“Rain drops keep fallin’ on my head.”

“And I’m singin’ in the rain, just singin’ in the rain!”

“We should get the candles in case the lights go out.”

“It’s cold. Scoot over and cuddle with me.”

“Ugh!! My socks are soaked.”

“I left my umbrella at home and now it’s coming down a flood.”

“It’s thundering so loud.”

“I have a confession. I am afraid of storms.”

“Well, I was going to go, but then water soaked through my shoes and got my socks wet so fuck that.”

“I love the sound of rain on the roof.”

“I think I’m going to sleep this rainy day away.”

“I love the rain.”

“Why don’t you kiss me in the rain?”

“Watch out for the mud puddles.”

“Can I borrow your truck? My car is stuck in the mud.”

“Let’s sleep in today.”

“I’m thinking it’s a movie and cuddled on the couch in a blanket type of day.”

“If you don’t come back inside, you’re going to catch a cold”

“I wonder if it’s going to get cold enough to snow.”

“It’s raining, it’s pouring, the old man is snoring…”

“Rain, rain go away. Come again another day.”

“Come dance with me in the rain.”

“Just our luck, it would rain on the actual parade.”

“Can I sleep with you? I’m afraid of storms.”

“You know you can count how far the storm is by the thunder.”

“Lightning never strikes in the same place twice.”

“The weather said there was a chance of a tornado.”

“I hate rain.”

“The roads are flooded. Looks like you’re stuck with me.”

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Despite having his office still located in his flat that he shared with Soojung Noah had allowed the younger to invite normal friends over, those who wouldn’t go snooping around in his things when he wasn’t there or looking. Those were the friends he appreciated, minding their own and Soojung’s business only while they were at home. Unfortunately he had forgotten about the younger’s bad planning, such as now when he had opened the door to a young woman, physically maybe the same age or a little older than himself. He let her in, telling her to feel at home. It was awkward. He didn’t know the girl, nor had he seen her around his roommate before.

“She ran off somewhere this morning..” His answer was short as he reached his hand up to run through his blondish hair. “If she’s not replying then she’s probably busy.” Yes, captain obvious, that’s how it would be. Mentally smacking himself in the face he motions with his hand to the open kitchen behind himself. “Can I get you something to drink?” The question came out as nonchalant as possible as he stepped backwards and eventually turned around. “Why did she ask you to come over here if she’s going out anyway though?”

Probably. Despite her and Soojung being friends, she wouldn’t just let a thing like this go. They didn’t have a large age gap, but sometimes her lack of... skill when it came to planning anything- annoyed her. Then again, no one’s perfect, right? Maybe she was too focused on her work that she’d be bothered by something trivial like that. Almost taking the statement “shaking it off” a bit too literal, she gave him a nod, a bit late. “Something to drink would be nice. If it’s not too bothersome, can I get a glass of water?” 

Jiwon crossed her arms over her chest, that movement was followed by a sigh and a rather vague answer, because, “She just asked me to come over. That’s it, really. She must have forgotten about it. Unless she initially wanted to have me... waste the time I could be using to work. Then again, I can’t do much with a broken laptop.” 

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hyvnki:

“No offence, but I’m not going to tell you where I live. ‘M not that drunk. You go home.” His words are not only comprehensible but clearly annunciated, theatre kids impacting him once again, not a single trace of liquor hidden in his syllables. Backside firmly rooted in his seat, half of his face pushed up and distorted by his right hand –– both supporting and ruining his image –– he fixes her with an amused yet glassy stare. Hyunki always smells delightfully edible, even when his image doesn’t match; the whisky was his first, the vodka cocktails beforehand leaving 0 traces of a pungent smell, yet the smallest shift of his body leaves a trail of pleasant bubblegum in his wake. The way she demands obedience without a shred of information both tickles and irks him –– bottom line is, he doesn’t appreciate the matronly chastising from a figure who clearly isn’t his mother. He shrugs her hand off and looks straight through her –– seen worse, been in shadier places, images are deceiving, has a few lessons under his belt. “Statistically, you’re a thief or a rapist. Most likely, you’ve got mom syndrome. None of those are fun. And I don’t trust you. Don’t touch me.”

Understandable. Who in their right minds would give a stranger their address? She literally shrugged it off, crossing her arms as she listened to him speak. Well, then, if he wasn’t going to come with her, she could call a cab maybe- some change still left in her wallet. However, before she could make a move to take her phone out of purse, the accusations made didn’t just fly by- Thief? Rapist? Mom syndrome? What the fuck? “I’m trying to prevent you becoming an easy target for those two,” she started, scoffing at the ridiculous comment. “Mom syndrome because I care? Woah, what kind of world have you been living in?”

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{ onto aim I go. I haven’t been here in quite a while and I apologize. if my writing is off-- I apologize for that too. feel free to roleplay with me on aim, as I’m there more often than I am present here. @brief.love }

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hyvnki:

“No. No, that’s not what I meant.” The quiet sentence peaks with a distinctly reclusive energy, growing closer to a Politely Detached Pleasantry with every idle syllable. He clasps his finger of whisky with a hubristic smile, but secretly holds his poor articulation responsible for the skewed message derived from drunken (considerably intoxicated on his part) babble. And the she began leaving, walking away without an explanation. Tired was the exact opposite of the cocktail brewing in his gut; something had clearly gotten lost in translation, somewhere along the line. Atoms moved by design, pulsed with energy, protons, neutrons, electrons –– a small bundle of alive mass led his body, pumped neon blood to his heart. And in that moment, he felt like everything was going into overdrive. As though a simple touch would be enough for an explosion, brilliant, bright and unforgettable. His eyes clouded over with a daydream as he drank the atmosphere in, got drunk off the feeling. He didn’t know her. Names didn’t matter. The hiccup in his throat died, roughly extinguished with the whisky shot, a rush of fire. He winced. 

“I’ll be fine. No collapsing, I promise.” A big boy with kind eyes and a warm aura –– it’s true, he’ll be fine.

He certainly didn’t seem fine. And she certainly didn’t have the time for this, nor did she feel like taking care of a guy who looks like he’s about to trip and stumble over his own damn feet at least five times. So she took responsibility, not even knowing his age and name, knowing full well that she’d feel it when she got to work the day after -- papers were piling up and yet she could be found in a shady place with a beer or two. Patting his shoulder she told him to get up and get his stuff, she’d call a cab for him. It was the least she could do, right? “You don’t seem well at all, and I’d feel bad if something happened. Come on.” Jiwon didn’t want to be seen as someone completely opposite of her personality, so the choice to help him wasn’t too unnatural to her. The few beers she had didn’t do her much, they didn’t contain much alcohol and her body and mind were able to handle the beverages well. “Where do you live?”

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“I feel like if someone were to touch me, I’d dissolve into molecules.”

source: ‘before sunset’ sentence memestatus: not accepting

Well that was certainly a nice way of, well, putting it-- She hadn’t seen the other before yet he seemed so weirdly familiar. She shrugged it off, though, wanting to know what that odd sentence was. “Is that your way of saying you’re about to collapse? Because I have to admit, my arms can be like sticks. I don’t think I can manage to catch you without hurting myself.” If she were to guess, him collapsing would be a good reason to say something like that. Maybe he had too much to drink, she had no clue. She didn’t even know the guy. “So I’d rather not have you see stars right now.” Finishing her sentence, she gave him a nod, getting ready to leave the strange-smelling place -- what kind of food was that even? Was it even food? It must have been laying around since forever.

Before walking away, however, she turned around, feeling bad that if he really were to collapse right then and there- she’d have left a person without any help whatsoever. “You’re not really going to fall down right here and now... right?”

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‘Before Sunset’ sentence meme

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Send one to my muse for their reaction

“Memory is a wonderful thing if you don’t have to deal with the past.”

“Do I seem like I’m in therapy?”

“The past is the past. It was meant to be that way.”

“I feel like if someone were to touch me, I’d dissolve into molecules.”

“You can never replace anyone because everyone is made up of such beautiful specific details.”

“Did you ever keep a journal when you were a kid?”

“Life’s hard. It’s supposed to be.”

“If we didn’t suffer, we’d never learn anything.”

“Baby, you’re gonna miss that plane.”

“Oh, God, why didn’t we exchange phone numbers and stuff? Why didn’t we do that?”

“Seriously, all right, you look beautiful.”

“It’s amazing what perverts we’ve become in the past nine years.”

“Why didn’t they ask me to marry them? I would’ve said no, but at least they could have asked.”

“You wanna meet here in six months with a guitar?”

“There are so many things I want to do, but I end up doing not much.”

“I’d have to see you naked.”

“I know that’s not true, but that’s sweet of you to say.”

“What do you think were the chances of us ever meeting again?”

“Why are you telling me all this?”

“I’m designed to feel slightly dissatisfied!”

“At least now we don’t have to pretend that each new sexual experience is a life-altering event.”

“Did you think I was fat before?”

“That sounds… that sounds terrible.”

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starter for rvlapse ➥  written on 20/09/2015

While she didn’t mind having to wait on others -- barely anyone seemed punctual these days -- it had been a good ten minutes and she was getting impatient. Though her friend was the one to call her over, she didn’t expect to be greeted by the person she shared the place with, and no Soojung. He let her in, but what followed was nothing more than an uncomfortable silence. Perhaps she should say something- but she didn’t really know what would fit in a situation like this. ‘Nice place’? Nah. So she just kept her mouth shut and observed. She’d definitely not let it rest, she’d have to scold Soojung later for being late. If she was even going to show up. Grabbing her phone to check both the time and to see if there was any sign of the younger, she let out a deep sigh when she saw no notifications. Did she forget about her? Probably.

Regarding all this, she decided to ask her flatmate if he knew where she was. It was something, right? A sort of pointless attempt to both break the silence and gather more information about her friend. “Do you know where she is?” She started, finishing it with the statement that she wasn’t replying to her texts. 

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{ Well I finally got Tumblr to work. I’ll be back on track in no time, so please look out for that! }

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kill for the drabble masterlist meme

source: drabble masterliststatus: accepting➥  I’ll write a angst drabble of my character violently killing yours.

She had spaced out for a good few minutes, if she were to guess she’d have to say a total of four minutes, the ticking of the clock telling her time was still going steady as usual. It didn’t stop for everyone else as it did for her in those four minutes. Reality had reeled her right back in, and when she opened her eyes, Jiwon didn’t realize she wasn’t at home at first. It was someone’s home, alright, it just wasn’t hers. Her fingers felt somewhat sticky, warm, not necessarily the most pleasant feeling out there, but it wasn’t bothering her. Opening and closing them, she dropped the item she held firmly, a simple kitchen knife. She had gripped the handle so tightly, it left red marks on her hands.Or maybe the color came from something else. Wait. Kitchen knife?

Looking down, it wasn’t difficult to see what exactly was going on. But it wasn’t a situation she’d ever see herself in. She’d done questionable things in the past, but she never wanted to hurt anyone. Definitely not to this extent. Her hands were red because they were covered in blood. So were her clothes. The knife she had held so tight had been stuck in his chest multiple times, she could tell. It was as if her mind had been turned off the moment she grabbed the knife. Right now, however, it wasn’t time that was frozen. She was in shock, shivering and shaking, the tears running down her cheeks felt hot, they burned. Pushing herself away from the dead body and the pool of blood, she hit her back against the wall, pulled her hands through her hair, refusing to even look at it. This wasn’t ever going to leave her mind.

The kitchen knife had been calling out to her, she could swear it was. The urge to grab it and dig it deep in his skin grew with every word and every passing second. Why? She had no clue. At one point, something inside her snapped, and as she got closer to the knife, she grabbed it, pointing it at the other, telling him to ‘shut the fuck up’ because she was ‘going to do it anyway’. No words of reason, no angry sentences, she’d listen to nothing. It happened within seconds, but felt incredibly satisfying. Like the knife belonged right there, in that spot. That blood was seeping out didn’t bother her, nor did his sounds of pain do her anything at all. As if she had turned into a completely different person, and instead of the caring and kind woman she’d been, she had turned into a murderous lady who wanted to see nothing but blood. Seven, eight, nine. She just kept going. Almost laughing. It just felt so good.

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                                            dallance || starter                     ❝i like older women, yes, but you gotta try harder than that!❞                                    a coy grin revealing pearly whites.  

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“Are you always this confident?” Her eyes shifted from her own hands to his face, a smile on her face. “Don’t make it sound as if I’m at least sixty years older than you. I’m only twenty-four.”

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fill in these things about you

Name: Shin Jiwon.

Birthday: July 20th, 1991.

Height: 165 centimeters.

Eye color: Brown.

Hair color: Dark red.

A random fact about you: I love cats, but I'm allergic to them.

Favorite band: None, I don't really listen to specific music often.

Favorite song: See above.

Favorite food: Seafood, preferably shrimp.

Favorite season: Winter, I enjoy not having to make excuses to stay inside.

Favorite animal: Cats.

Favorite movie: None.

Are you currently in a relationship?: No.

Anything you need to work on?: Reports.

Do you prefer someone shorter or taller?: Taller.

Dark hair or light hair?: In the end it won't matter, but I prefer dark hair.

Smart or attractive?: Ability to hold a conversation far outweighs looks.

Is creativity attractive?: Yes.

Do you care how much money they have?: No.

Your last phone call: Soojung.

Your last text: Mom.

The last thing you drank: Water.

The last song you listened to: They put on the radio at work, I think it was Uptown Funk.

The last movie you watched: I don't remember the name, though I know it was a romance/comedy type of movie.

What is your heritage?: Korean.

Do you play any instruments?: None. No time.

What are your pets’ names?: I don't have any pets.

Your favorite board game: I enjoy card games.

A random childhood memory: Receiving home-made cookies whenever I did well in school.

Place you would like to visit: I haven't been to the beach in a while.

Your favorite color to wear: Black goes well with everything, though I do like green colors.

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source: dvizng

A night like any other, the lack of sleep greeting her like an old friend, and the bright lights of the convenience store felt ever so familiar. With bags of shrimp-flavored chips in either hand, the kind she liked, the packaging cracking in her hands. She voiced her thoughts out loud, “I can’t sleep”, not really expecting an answer in return though pleasantly surprised when that was indeed the case. “It’s very frustrating,” A small smile played on her lips, some conversations weren’t that bad, even at an hour like this. “Are you bad in the morning? I like mornings. I just have a bad case of insomnia.” 

Seeing the candy, she raised her own two hands, showing the things she was going to buy. “These are really good. If you like seafood. Sugar definitely isn’t going to help you fall asleep.” She nodded to the box of candy, laughing. 

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"I came so close to giving up."

source: hurts | startersstatus: not accepting

The younger girl had called her not too long ago, only to now be seated right next to her, her head on her own lap as she nearly fell asleep. She had stated earlier that she wanted some quiet time and that she was really, really tired. Jiwon had a caring nature, often feeling for her younger friends, especially the ones who had to work hard. Even if she worked hard herself, she knew she could handle it one way or another. But knowing her friends, it wasn’t difficult to see that some just weren’t made for this. 

Her voice sounded desperate when she gave her a call, and she doubted it’d be because of the static on the line. Despite being busy herself, she refused to let down a friend and especially not someone who was in a business like hers. It was harsh, she knew, the entertainment industry. But hearing her say these words somehow made her angry. The air she blew out felt cold on her lips, the sigh barely making any sound and the only other movement being her chest moving up and down. “Seolhyun, I’m glad you didn’t, look at where you are right now. People love you, don’t they? Giving up should never be an option, even if you find out that it’s much more difficult than you initially thought it’d be. Get some sleep. You said you had some time off, right? Really. Get some sleep, you could use it.” She leaned closer to whisper in her ear, her hands she cupped around her mouth. “I can see the panda eyes coming.”

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"It's a long way down when you're alone."

source: hurts | startersstatus: not accepting

Although that particular period of time had passed a while ago, it was still a burden she carried around on her shoulders each and every day. It weighed her down but she had to push through it, how else was she going to continue life? Sure, she had thought about slitting her throat and cutting her wrists plenty of times, but she didn’t had the guts to actually do it. A coward. Then again, she loved life in its good moments. Like any other person really. Because who enjoyed the parts of life filled with sadness and despair? Right, no one. 

She usually didn’t smoke, but this time she followed the advice of the internet - don’t do this, what the internet says isn’t always right - and lit one of a pack she had laying around. She could’ve grabbed the wine bottle which was tucked away in the fridge, but she had opted for a cigarette and a walk outside to cool down. Her previous bubbly mood had gone down the drain completely, maybe because of a sleepless night once again. Or because of bad memories, we all have them. In the most charming clothes she could have picked, expecting to see no one, she sat down next to whoever was seated on the cold, hard bench. Another night walker, probably. Lack of sleep. Then again, it was only ten thirty in the evening. Barely hitting night. “What do you want, kid?” She muttered, not even realizing that she had blabbed about all kind of things not minutes before. Not that she was incredibly old, heck, she had just hit the glorious age of twenty-four. A laugh followed his words, and as she dumped the unused cigarette - forgot the lighter - in the trash can nearby, she asked him if he would join her. “If you say so, why don’t you join me, huh? Is it that bad for you as well?”