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[COMEBACK] SMOKE & MIRRORS (연기와 거울) - SHOOT ME OFFICIAL TEASER
on july 1st of 2018, wonder records has uploaded the official music video teaser for SMOKE & MIRRORS’ comeback release ’Shoot Me’. The band will perform their new song on music shows starting this week to promote their new mini album called SHOOT ME: YOUTH PART 1 which is scheduled to drop July 6th.
RANDOM SENTENCE STARTERS
Following my AUs and Prompts List from a few months back, here is a compilation of my favorite sentence starters for all your writing needs.
Because most of them aren’t mine, credits are at the end.
SHORT
“Marry me.” “Do you want me to leave?” “You are not going without me.” “I can’t believe you!” “I swear it won’t happen again.” “What did you say?” “I’m not jealous.” “You’re jealous, aren’t you?” “We can’t keep doing this.” “Are you sure this is legal?” “Isn’t this amazing?” “I’m going to take care of you, okay?” “Stay the night. Please.” “You can’t die. Please don’t die.” “Run away with me.” “You did WHAT?” “Quit whining.” “Get outta my sight!” “Why are you so annoying?” “Were you ever going to tell me?” “Never in a million years.” “Don’t ask me that…” “I might have had a few shots.” “What’s with the box?” “W- What are you doing?” “Say it!” “I could kiss you right now!” “Are you done with that?” “What’s going on here?” “Stop pinning this on me! You started it!” “It’s your fault we’re in this mess.” “Did you do this on purpose?!” “Kiss me.” “Are you still awake..?” “Excuse you?” “This is all your fault!” “I can’t believe you dragged me into this.” “Don’t give me that look! It wasn’t my fault!” “I shouldn’t be in love with you!” “It’s not fair!” “I could kill you right now!” “Knock it off!” “Screw you!” “You’re a complete moron!” “I love this song!” “I can’t be in love with you!” “Make me.” “Don’t tempt me.” “I hate you.” “You are infuriating!” “Just shut up already.” “That doesn’t even make sense.” “Bite me.” “Eat me.” “Kiss my ass.” “Just admit I’m right.” “Just admit you’re wrong.” “You are being ridiculous!” “That’s irrational.” “Listen to me!” “That’s not what I meant and you know it.” “Don’t yell at me.” “That’s it. End of discussion.” “I don’t believe you.” “You shouldn’t have said that.” “Fuck you!” “Shut your mouth before I shut it for you.” “How dare you?” “I dare you!” “It’s you, it’s always been you.” “Well this is awkward…” “Just pretend to be my date”.
MISCELLANEOUS
“Are you really gonna leave without asking me the question you’ve been dying to ask me?” “The planet is fine. The people are fucked.” “I just did some calculations, and I’ve been able to determine that you’re full of shit.” “You know what I like most about people? Pets.” “Do you ever think if people heard our conversations they’d lock us up?” “What about a compromise? I’ll kill them first, and if it turns out they were friendly, I’ll apologize.” “I don’t hate you.. I just don’t like that you exist.” “Love is the jelly to sunshine’s peanut butter. And if I tell you that I’m in sandwich with you, I’m not just saying it to get in your Ziploc bag.” “Do things that make you happy within the confines of the legal system.” “Did you really just insult Captain America in front of me?” “Can I touch your boob?” “It’s not that you’re wrong, exactly, you’re just extremely not right.” “You shouldn’t be trusted with small children, should you?” “Give me cake or give me death.” “On a scale from, ’I can sometimes make important phone calls without crying’ to ’I have a stable job with a steady income, a spouse who loves me, a dog, and two kids who are screwed up minimally at worst’, how much of an adult are you?” “You think I’m dumb enough to fall for that stupid move?” “Despite the cliche, it’s not me, it’s you.” “Obviously you can’t tell a woman you just met that you love her, but it sucks that you can’t.” “No, it was my fault for thinking that you might care.” “When you love someone, you just don’t stop. Ever. Even when people roll their eyes or call you crazy… even then. Specially then!” “If you’re not scared, then you’re not taking a chance. If you’re not taking a chance, then what the hell are we doing anyway?” “I think I’ve been holding myself back from falling in love with you all over again.” “What have I told you about the toilet seat?” “I tried to change the duvet and I got stuck inside.” “I vote today to be a pajama day.” “You have to tell me why were committing a felony before we do it. Not that that’s going to stop us, but at least I’ll have all the facts.” “I don’t leave messages. If I wanted to talk to a machine, I’d talk to my VCR.” “I can be flexible. As long as everything is exactly the way I want it, I’m totally flexible.” “You know we’re suppose to be together. I knew it the first time I saw you, and you know it, too. I know you do.” “Those things you said yesterday… Did you mean them?” “I’m not going to apologise for this. Not anymore.” “What I hear when I’m being yelled at is people caring loudly at me.” “I am NOT crying, okay?! I’m allergic to jerks!” “This would not happen if I had a penis!” “That’s almost exactly the opposite of what I meant.” “All nighter, you and me. First one to fall sleep buys the other dinner.” “I don’t think I’ve ever played spin the bottle.” “Sorry! I didn’t mean to touch your butt.” “I’m ok, thank you. Just please, stop talking to me.” “To the night you’ll never remember!” “Excuse me, did the 12:15 bus come by already?” “Could I sit here? All the other tables are full.” “Are you meeting someone here? Because.. I think I’m that person.” “You weren’t supposed to laugh! I’m so embarrassed!” “It must be hard with your sense of direction, never being able to find your way to a decent pickup line.” “Driver picks the music, shotgun shuts his/her cake hole.” “I’m not gonna die in a hospital where the nurses aren’t even hot.” “You better take care of that car or I swear I’ll haunt your ass!” “This is the dumbest thing you’ve ever done.“ “It’s a real shame nobody asked for your opinion.” “I could do that, but could doesn’t mean would.” “You cannot fathom the immensity of the fucks I don’t give.” “You’re like, five feet tall. How you gonna reach me, shortie?” “I recognize that you have reached a decision, but given that it is a stupid ass decision I have elected to ignore it” “Do you need me to kill someone for you?” “Look out where you’re going, asshole!” “Fuck the sandwich guy!” “I did not mean for stripping to come out of this.” “The whole street is blocked off. The police won’t tell us anything, but I think there’s been some kind of attack… Maybe a bomb?” “Oh my god, are you okay? I’m calling the police. I think I saw who did this to you.” “I’m weird, you’re weird, we could have weird little babies and live weirdly ever after if it wasn’t for the fact I find you repulsive.” “There is nothing wrong with planning a wedding with a video game character.” “I’m gonna lay down and die for like half hour okay?” “There’s been some real friction in our friend group lately. I suggest an orgy to save our friendships.” “It’s midnight, what do you want?” “I think I know how to use a bed.” “If I wake up in the morning and I’m dead… Wait.” “You are completely unfit to handle a child.” “We have to get out of this place. It is EVIL.” “Don’t you dare throw that snowba-, goddammit!” “When in doubt curl into the fetal position and give up on life.” “It’s not a double date, we’re just third and forth wheeling.”
FLUFF
“Your hair is so soft…” “You’re so cute when you pout like that!” “Just relax, I’ll wash your hair for you.” “I’m not going to stop poking you until you give me some attention.” “What, does that feel good?” “HA! I found a weak-spot on you, didn’t I?” “Are you wearing my shirt?” “You are ridiculously comfortable…” “I’ve had a rough day and honestly all I want right now is a drink and someone to cuddle with…” “You’re so cute when you’re half asleep like this…” “You’re beautiful, you know that?” “We should get a puppy!”
STARGAZING
“Aren’t they beautiful?” “These stars are nothing compared to the ones I’ve seen in your eyes.” “Shooting star, make a wish.” “It’s actually a comet, but I’ll still make one.” “Imagine if it could always be this way, even in the city.” “Never thought something so beautiful could exist in nature…” “Wouldn’t it be cool to name a star after yourself?” “Y'know, your roof may not be the safest place for us to stargaze.” “This is why you made me drive three hours out into the middle of nowhere?” “Is that a– Wait, no, just an airplane.” “I wouldn’t mind falling asleep out here.
FLIRTY/SUGGESTIVE/SEXUAL
“Did you just… finish?” “They always make shower sex sound so appealing, but honestly, this is getting dangerous.” “I’m not actually feeling anything.” “Are you getting any closer?” “Why do they make this look so easy in all those porn movies?! This hurts like fuck!” “Did something just happen? You’re not turned on anymore.” “Shit sorry, am I going too fast?” “Wow, you’re hot.” “Is that a gun in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?” “Hey, I’m open minded.” “Keep sweet-talking and this could go a whole new direction.” “I think it’s about time we stop avoiding the obvious.” “I’m gonna be honest with you. I’m really horny, and you’re really hot. Can we fuck? Like, now?” “I see someone’s happy to see me.” “I saw that. You just checked me out.” “You know, when this is over, we should really have angry sex.” “Take off your clothes.” “Tell all those other guys/girls you don’t need them ‘cause you got me.” “Don’t give me that face, it’s so cute I might not be able to hold back.” “Boobs are really just squishy pillows.” “If you don’t get turned on by having your neck kissed somethings wrong with you.” “Blasphemy! Sex solves everything.” “I platonically want to have sex with you. No big deal.”
TEXTS
[text]: What do you want now? [text]: Do you want to bet on that? [text]: Guess who just got back in town. [text]: So I might be in a hospital right now… [text]: We can’t keep doing this anymore! [text]: Come on, come to the party! [text]: Can you pick me up from the bar? Too drunk to drive. [text]: You have no clue how I feel so shut up. [text]: I call bullshit. [text]: You thought you could get away with that, didn’t you? [text] I gave up great shower sex to be here so don’t say I never did anything for our friendship. [text] Living alone for four weeks has given me unrealistic expectations of pantslessness. [text] Also, my bed has glitter in it for reasons I do not recall. [text] Who says no to sex and donuts?! [text] I know what you did last summer…
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Open skin is not open forever. I’ve been told that when saints die, they smell like a single flower, their last sigh a heated bloom, though
it’s hard for me to believe anyone could choose one scent among all these living perfumes.
Paige Lewis, ‘Scent of a Saint’
칵스 (The KOXX) - 부르튼 (Blister)
fmmiles:
he plopped down, sparing a moment to glance between yongjun and the notebook nestled in his hands. “……i’m really not kidding, though. they kinda do suck.” though most of the pages were simply a mess of illegible scribbles, a few had full rough outlines jotted down. the majority focused on a very… particular subject, and while most of his previous songs were similar in topic, the subject in question was now perched beside him, expectantly waiting to read through them. and yet, he gently held out the notebook, trying his best not to look nervous as he felt. “so… don’t rip ‘em apart too much, okay?”
Yongjun placed his guitar aside and leant it against his chair, rolling his eyes discreetly as Miles sat next to him. Yeah, he was not a guy to show his emotions very well and, yeah, maybe he looked like he did not have the means to give anyone inspiration; but, you have to give him some credit. He wrote music for a living when he was with his band before signing with Wonder Records and a little bit now. Playing the guitar was his lifeblood, knowing almost every tricks out there and tried to incorporate them when he was on stage. Furthermore, he was not going to forget the time a fan told him that he inspired them to learn the guitar and write their own music. That was why he keeps this up, for comments like those.
However, Miles was certainly his sole source of inspiration and motivation. Even if he didn’t show it, especially now that they were finally together, Yongjun was not going to deny that all of this newfound strength came from the love he harbored for his bandmate—no, he was more than that; so much more and it frustrated him that he could not find the words to express how he felt.
He idly massaged his knuckles whilst Miles uttered his concerns about the lyrics, his gaze nonchalantly switching between the man and the notebook. Soon, he leant back in his seat as the notebook was handed over, methodically reaching a hand up to gently pinch at the other’s cheek.
“Can you stop being nervous for a minute and relax?” He asked, playfully as he read. There was a moment of silence whilst Yongjun read over the lyrics—once to get the message, twice to make sure the flow was good and thrice for good measure. Then, the notebook was slowly settled down onto his lap before he crossed his arms.
“Babe, you really do get nervous for no reason sometimes,” Yongjun said, rolling his head towards Miles. “It’s fine. The lyrics are fine, you’re fine. I liked the subject you’re getting at, as well.”
I know I’ve been slacking on this boy and every page about him is being revamped. Please bear with me. And like this post if you would like to plot regardless. No? Okay, that’s cool.
" Honestly, I feel sorry for those who doubted us since the very beginning. Sorry for shining so brightly in your eyes. Can you see us now? We’re not planning to disappoint now or ever. ” — Kim Yongjun, Leader of SMOKE & MIRRORS
━━ MILES.
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“hey, babe?” miles propped his chin up, offering yongjun the most forlorn look he could muster. “will you still like me even if my lyrics suck?”
If anyone actually took the time to know Yongjun, they would conclude—other than his seemingly emotionless demeanour— he and his guitar were inseparable. It was a comforting item, one that helped him get through the worst and best of times; yet, even though he was in the zone of composing new music for the band, there was a newfound tender feeling that emitted from Miles who sat a few feet away.
He chuckled at the inquiry, peeking up through brown tresses as chords were idly plucked. “No, I don’t think so,” Yongjun said, straightening his posture to disengage the tense feeling in his lower back. “I’ll still love you even if your lyrics suck, babe.” With that said, he ceased movements upon his guitar and nodded to the seat next to him whilst running fingers through his hair.
“Come and sit next to me, I’ll help you,” insisted Yongjun. “Been told I have ways to muster up inspiration, you know?”
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Send ❀ for a crush my muse has had.
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fmmiles:
( msg ⇁ yongjun 🐻 )
↣ i’m still cool with it 😎 🚬 ↣ 😮😮😮 ↣ remind me to buy you seaweed more often! i’m about to kill their stock lol 😁💕 ↣ sooo… what’s for breakfast?😁
( ･｡ msg ⇁ 8miles＊)
↣ i mean at least buy something for urself as well ↣ u should rly take care of urself yk? i mean i kno u do n i hope u do ↣ and i’ll be ur breakfast babe lol ↣ tbh idk i kno how to make like strawberry shortcake pancakes which are a+ if i dont say so myself ↣ would u be down for that?
rooftop
fmyichen:
leaning his head against the wall behind him, hand going to grab on the edge of the blanket, tugging it closer. he saw one particular member of smoke and mirrors, the one he was closest with. the name was drawn in his thoughts like a news headliner. he was in no place to interfere, and frankly, sticking his nose in somebody else’s business wasn’t really his thing. but worry and concern got the worst of him, and even if yichen was being a hypocrite, that didn’t matter. “on a serious note…i saw this article about miles. it might be fake but, here just…”with the last sentence hanging loosely on the air, yichen bit down on his dying cigarette, wile fishing for his cracked up phone, screen glowing between the scars. a few taps and the article was on said screen, he passed it over. “i don’t know what to do to help.”
It wasn’t long before the snow had, indeed, appeared to drift down from above seemingly right after Yongjun said it would. He glanced skywards whilst exhaling a stream of smoke, absently listening to the other’s remarks about his group in festive personas. The thought was cute, sure and he would do anything for the fans if that was what they wanted, but it was a notion that could not be helped to cringe at.
With that said, Yongjun scrunched his nose once he returned his attention to Yichen and before he could say anything concerning that matter, another topic had been vocalized. In the span of the first ten words, there was a certain inward drop in which he spaced out for a moment and began to think of worse case scenarios. Smoke and Mirrors was undoubtedly his second family; thus, when anything was deemed as serious pertaining them caught the wind, Yongjun ultimately felt like complete shit and that feeling only increased once he had taken Yichen’s phone to read what was displayed on the screen.
The article was reluctantly read, slowly but carefully, and the cigarette that was caught between his teeth was bit down unknowingly hard. In only a few seconds, Yongjun possessed emotions that were neither pleasant or wanted—sorrow, worry and anger—albeit keeping a straight face whilst he returned the phone back to the man before him. Truth be told, he felt irritated at himself for not knowing any of this; even if it was fact or fiction, and primarily felt useless.
“What the fuck?” He merely whispered, smoothing a hand over his face. “Dude, what the actual fuck? What do you mean you don’t know what you can to do help? How can I even fucking help?”
be human once again.
fmmiles:
“…you look cold.”
It wasn’t long before they had relocated themselves to the dormitory’s rooftop moments after departing from their performance venue and Yongjun was considerably more at ease. Whilst he may not be the one to blatantly display his emotions, he wasn’t about to the deny that stress of being an idol, and leader, was easy to bear. Hence, instances such as these are something he truly appreciates to unwind—beer, take-out, stars overhead and with someone that made him feel a particular way.
He was, probably, on his fifth beer for the night as seemingly formulated sentences flowed from his mouth whilst glancing at the evening’s sky, rightfully intoxicated. Yongjun knew he was talking about something about guitars, techniques he picked up and of the like but with Miles casually resting on his shoulder, it made him trip on his words more than usual until he was pretty sure everything was nonsensical rambling; which, to be frank, was quite weird for him to experience since this sense of closeness was definitely nothing new to him. So, how come it felt different with the other near him?
Another sip of his beer was taken before Yongjun had felt his hand pulled toward the side, fingers intertwining in which they fit together rather perfectly. He turned to face Miles just a bit whilst he presumably had difficulty swallowing the alcoholic liquid since there was an abrupt swell of desire grasping at his throat. Did he really look cold? He hadn’t noticed that he did nor the fact it was, indeed, chilly for the warmth of inebriation and Miles was enough to make it feel like spring.
Yongjun took a moment to look at himself prior to returning his attention to Miles with a scoff. However, it was a scoff to try and deny certain temptation as he gazed at his friend—who appeared beautiful underneath artificial and natural lighting, hair a bit dishevelled and tinted cheeks subject to intoxication. In short, Yongjun was terribly enthralled and with his hand clenched around his beer bottle, merely said: “So do you.”
Now, Yongjun knew Miles obviously wasn’t a random person he would’ve met at an underground venue and fooled around with at a table; yet in this moment, he couldn’t stop musing over how kissing the other would be, how it would feel. He didn’t know when he placed his beer down on the ground nor when he brought his fingers to gently brush away Miles’ hair and caressed the outline of his jaw, gingerly leaning closer. He was probably stupid, this was probably stupid but as fingertips tilted Miles’ chin to look up at him, a thumb brushed along his lips because, god, it felt right.
“Miles,” he whispered, eyes dazed with ardour and slight tiredness whilst he pressed his lips against the other’s cheek. “Can I kiss you, babe? I just… fuck, dude. I really want to kiss you.” The words were sort of a slur as Yongjun pressed another kiss onto Miles’ cheek.
“Here, here and here,” He murmured against the soft skin, trailing kisses respectively down the side of Miles’ face until he reached the corner of his lips. There was hesitance for a while before Yongjun melded their lips together in a longing kiss which endured for quite a while—and, fuck, it was the sweetest thing—until he abruptly pulled away and stood up.
He groaned, slightly stumbling as he took a few paces away from where they sat and rubbed his face to calm down. What the fuck was he thinking? “God, I’m fucking sorry. I shouldn’t have done that,” Yongjun said, turning to face Miles. “Are you good? I can leave if I… I’m just fucking stupid.”
fmmiles:
( msg ⇁ yongjun 🐻 )
↣ that’s okay with me ↣ i mean ↣ we’ve shared drinks and stuff before right? 😅 ↣ and okay! i’ll get some of that seaweed you like 😊 ↣ and you don’t have to pay me back! i kinda owe you anyway 😅😅😅
( ･｡ msg ⇁ 8miles＊)
↣ lmao ur rite babe ↣ tho sharing cigs is more intimate in a way yk it involved more of our lips and ig in my case more tongue action as well ↣ but if you’re cool with it then im cool with it ↣ thanks ! for real u kinda just made my night into a good one ily 👏 i’ll make u a rad breakfast in the morning
rooftop
fmyichen:
some faces followed him around in his mind, however. they would pop into his head every sleepless night in a while, one characteristic like a split eyebrow, or two moles, as if they were pictures would pop up behind his eyes. one of them was all angular, triangle even, narrow chin followed by a mean jawline, traits like cheekbones and eyes so unique and distinctive making that face hard to forget, really. even though yichen couldn’t put a name to that face, it was looking right at him, there standing on the rooftop, winter’s wind hitting them both like a slap. yichen was at loss of words, lighter and pack on one hand, blanket on the other. he gaped a bit, trying to come up with an excuse. at the end he just shrugged, sitting against the wall so the air wouldn’t hit him so harshly, and covering himself with the blanket. patting the floor on his right so he could cover the other. “it’s going to snow soon isn’t it?”
In sooth, Yongjun could never come up with a plausible excuse as to why he spent most of the time on rooftops—when they were accessible, that is (though he would make them reachable if need be). Conceivably, a fairly simple reason was that he could hear local commotion quite well from such a height and though it would annoy some, he found great inspiration from noises ranging from car horns to idle chatter. Another vindication could be that he felt free situated at building’s pinnacles and it was thought he soared with the clouds, untroubled with the stress that has been brought along an idol life.
No matter the reason, people would find Yongjun there—or if luck was on his side, he would remain unseen—usually plucking away at his guitar with a cigarette tipping just a bit from his lips. On a night such as this, it just so happened that another person had found him; his back leant against the railing, smoke from his cigarette leisurely flowing from his nose, the winter zephyr nipping at his face.
He wasn’t surprised, really, that someone essentially had the same idea as his; though, Yongjun was astounded at who that person was. Although he didn’t know the man before him rather personally, Yongjun knew him by face and profession; which seemed fitting that they were both from the same company. With that said, Yichen was unquestionably memorable in the facets of appearances and thus, did not need to be given a second glance. Well, perhaps a bit of narrowed eyes since he was, indeed, gaping at him.
Hence, Yongjun took another interminable drag of his cigarette whilst the wind persisted in tiresome dance, watching the other merely shrug before taking a seat against the wall. An eyebrow arched in hesitance as Yichen patted the floor next to him, no doubt an inviting gesture, and contemplated whether or not he should join. Tapping away excess ashes, Yongjun soon pushed himself from the rail and ambled over towards the wall, his free hand relocated in his pocket.
“Pretty sure it is,” he finally replied once close enough, glancing up at the evening sky. “You can practically smell it in the air,” Squatting down next to Yichen, he took another inhale from his smoke and idly adjusted his hearing aid to help hear their conversation before he chuckled. “I mean, it is that season again, babe. I wouldn’t be surprised if our fans start to plead for a Christmas album or something soon.”
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