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don’t you at least a tad envy that i had it all? ❞
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❝ Jewelries, mansions and those pretty girls that you see in magazines —
don’t you at least a tad envy that i had it all? ❞
jinhwan victor song. self proclaimed king. ( like, follow, reblog)
➢ 1986 :: willicms
The lad’s blue eyes almost twinkle with anticipation at the story he’s about to hear, but as he judges from her tone, the thing about the Ferris wheel seemed to be the last of it. “…What? That’s it?” Shooting an incredulous stare, he begins to spit sarcasm out of his mouth to tease her rather animatedly. “Wow, blowing my mind here, Haru. Really. Tell me more.”
She had never liked confined spaces, they made her feel trapped... and trapped is one of the last feelings she wanted to feel, ever. The phrase kept repeating in her mind. The ferris wheel stopped... it stopped, they were stuck. The blood from her face had vanished completely, causing her face to turn even paler than usual. With the words slipped through the crack of her rosy lips, she shot him a glare and clicked her tongue. “Oh shove your sarcasm elsewhere, how am I going to go home? What now?”
In three years time, you’re standing at the crossroads when you see her. She’s got a brown leather bag hanging off one shoulder, and a pearly white ribbon around her neck. Her head bobs along to a song you can’t hear and you find yourself wondering what she sings in the shower these days - what she listens to before falling asleep. She used to joke that singing wasn’t her forte, and that music wasn’t her strength; but you loved her Sunday morning humming; her smile in your mouth, your fingers in her dress. She opens her eyes a little wider and then smiles and gives you a wave. There isn’t much time for talking as you walk past each other and the green man begins to flash. You think her hair looks different, not the colour or the style, but the way it frames her face. She doesn’t look so girlish when she says ‘hey’ and offers you a grin. And when she walks past, you can’t help but turn and watch. You wonder who listens to her talk about the stars at night, or who carries her home when she’s drunk. Three years ago she told you that she loved you. Today you almost say it back.
S.Z. // Excerpt from a book I’ll never write #163 // Almost - right? (via blossomfully)
➢ innocence :: euhna
Startled by the other’s presence, the female took a brief glance at her shirt, before turning her gaze towards the female. “This one?” She inquired carefully, shaking her head with a quiet laugh. “I could’ve sworn it was mine! If my memory isn’t failing me, I’m pretty sure I bought it from one of those stores…” She trails off, as if trying to remember. “Unless we have the same shirt. Wouldn’t that just be a neat coincidence?”
Keeping her body fit has been one of her New years resolutions that she fails to keep up at times, yet it was a new day and she thought early birds usually do get the worms. When all was done, she came to the washroom to get changed, only to find an unfamiliar shirt placed atop of her bag. Scanning around the room, she spotted her shirt on... someone else? She looked a tiny bit shorter than her, and their shirts were in similar colours. Clearing her throat, she tilted her head and managed to muster a small smile while rubbing her neck. “Are you... sure?”
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` * source — accepting → to harukhi.
Who are you again? ║ I feel awkward around you ║ I want to be your friend but I don’t know what to say ║ I wish you would just go away ║ I think you’re pretty cool ║ I don’t know you personally but I see you on the dashboard a lot ║ I only know your name and nothing else about you║ We hooked up once or twice ║ I never want to speak to you again ║ I wish you’d leave me alone ║ I want to go on a date with you ║ I like you ║ I love you ║ I loathe you ║ Ugh you again ║ I’m indifferent to you ║ You’re very hot ║ I want to marry you ║ You’re cute ║ You are my baby ║ I want your baby ║ You are my bae ║ You’re my favorite ║ I’m in love with you ║ I’m in like with you ║ I want your baby ║ I wish we could spend more time together ║ I want to hang out with you more ║ I admire you ║ Maybe we could hang out sometime? ║ I’d like to get to know you better ║ I’m secretly in love with you ║ I want to give things another try with us ║ You’re someone I look up to ║ I want to give us a try ║ You seem very nice ║ You’re pretty popular ║ I’m envious of you ║ I’m worried about you ║ You piss me off ║ I consider us friends ║ I consider us buddies ║ I consider us acquaintances ║ I consider us family ║ I’d fuck you ║ I want that ass ║ I want to raise up a pet together ║ I want to have your kids ║ I want to be your fuck buddy ║ I want to kill you ║ You get on my nerves ║ I want you to stop talking to me ║ I hope we can be friends ║ I hope we can be together forever
➢ daegu mate :: daeguh
words are sudden, surprising, and in turn do brows faintly decline to angle toward bridge of nose in physical show of silent judgement and confusion, even an awkward laugh to compliment expression splayed across visage … not exactly the type of statement yoongi would have ever expected from such a refined woman– he’s not even sure how they managed to get onto the topic of siblings; they’re both somewhat intoxicated, backs propped up against yoongi’s kitchen drawers, room dimly lit & the last time he checked his phone, it was 3AM– god knows how long they’ve been talking for.
His name, his features, his hometown - all screamed that they were siblings, yet, she wasn’t sure enough to announce it to him that they were related. Also, it stemmed from her fear of having to latch onto someone called family since she felt as though she had lost everything ever since the fire burned down her house... well, their house. With her back pressed against the kitchen drawers, she hugged her knees close to herself, placing her chin atop with her eyes fixed on the male, lips pursed. “Do you think you could pass as my twin if you put a wig on?”
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☾: What my muse says to yours when they think they’re asleep
When Aiden thinks Soojin’s asleep, he likes to tuck the stray locks of hair behind her earlobe before whispering, “Haru– Soojin, whoever you want to be known as. You know you don’t ever have to hide anything from me, right? You can be yourself around me, you don’t have to pretend. I know it must be hard, you’ve been hiding this all your life and– I also know that it’s hard to open up to me, but I’ll be here for when you, I promise.”
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It came as an innocent curiosity grew into some faint doze of obsession. Ever so belated to realized the growth of his actions—stalking the once nameless woman that began one boring day. Jaerim had no intention at all, it just so happened that she caught his eye and now he was stuck in this some kind of creepy habit. He did search for her identity under the rugs of the police files and government facilities instead of walking up and asking for her name. Surprisingly though, he pluck snippets of secrets from her—those she wished anyone not to know. Maybe it’s fate after all that Jaerim met her eyes that day, whilst fired up the routine he groomed the past month. If it didn’t happen, who knows what case he’ll end up closing—this impostor.
“There’s no reason to hide anymore. I know everything”
There was no escape, the man was talking to her and it would be more than suspicious, not to mention ‘rude’ if she would ignore him and continue with her activities. That wasn’t the case. She pursed her crimson lips together as she fixed her eyes on him. It was hard. Lying to someone’s face with eyes locked on theirs, yet, it had become something she knew how to do by heart - she needed that tactic for her survival. Arching a brow, for a moment, she was uncertain about which card she was supposed to play with this man, causing her to cross her arms over her chest. It was almost like a challenge from the look on his face, causing mild annoyance to bubble in her veins yet she chose to keep her straight face intact.
“What do you know about me, mhm?”
Anagapesis
( status: meme accepting. ) the feeling when one no longer loves someone they once did.
Emotions were so awfully fragile; back in the day, when he used to be younger he firmly believed in the idea that feelings were the key to solve every problem but that soon dissolved and grew to be a distant memory when his mother committed suicide without sparing so much as a single thought about her only child’s future without any remaining family.
Was he too simple or too complicated for people to understand him? The feeling of being left forgotten had been unfair and felt like a terrible sting at the tender age of fifteen, when his entire world went to hell and left him to deal with the crumbled pieces of what he once perceived to be happiness. But what did a boy who grew up in unstable circumstances knew of happiness? They pushed him aside like some doll and played their tricks on him.
Today, he was the result of that. And there was no hidden poetry or secrets that he could potentially use as an excuse for the way he lived, looked, even breathed. Donghae was a despicable person through and through and there were enough who could attest to that; the boys and girls that forcefully worked under his protection, the people he had threatened, the families who had lost a member to him. Whatever violence he encountered all throughout his life was now given back in a single razzia without paying attention to anything or anyone else.
But there were still exceptions to the rule. Perhaps it was because she saw him in his weakest state, during a time where bitterness got the best out of him and turned him into the horrible person he was nowadays. All that however, didn’t matter. Not any longer, at least for he had left young Soojin a long, long time ago when she probably needed him just as much as he needed her. Yet that was a phrase that would always remain unspoken and though his feelings towards her were nothing but tender, he also couldn’t bring himself to dare and drag her into a world she didn’t belong to. No, she deserved much better than this.
❝I’m sorry for leaving.❞
It was the only thing he could offer; an apology. Donghae was very well aware that a simple sorry wasn’t going to fix things but he figured it was better than letting her know anything else, than putting her in potential danger just because he couldn’t put a finger on his own storm of emotions which could lead to problems. He wanted to avoid this, at all costs - even if it meant stepping over his own feelings in order to ensure her safety.
And still, he did it with a heavy heart. But it was the least he could do after having left her by herself all those years ago - make sure she was going to be safe in the future.
➢ update!
Sorry I haven’t been around, haven’t exactly had the time to get access to laptop but I’ll slowly attempt replies soon!!
wanna go ghost huntin’!? twenty-four years. daegu represent. paranormal investigator. coffee enthusiast. photography hoe, art hoe & film hoe– the alpha hoe.
harukhi liked this for a starter !!
“ Uh, WAIT. Were you trying to talk to me or some- thing–? I mean, I kind of got a little, er, distracted. ”
“Do you think I’d come out all the way to stare at you savouring up that pancake? It’s seven in the morning, I didn’t peel myself up from bed and sit and watch you eat breakfast.” A snark left her lips as she sat back, a brow arched as he seemed to have completely blanked out on their conversation - not that she had a lot to say anyway. “I reckon my story doesn’t matter now. What’s new with your life?”
all the texts, please.
` * source — not accepting → to harukhi.
&&; ✆, for a morning text.
「TEXT !! HARU」morning, sunshine!「TEXT !! HARU」so, how about we go get a coffee together, mh?「TEXT !! HARU」i’m in need of some company and you’re the victim!
&&; ✉, for a text that wasn’t sent.
「TEXT !! HARU」if cats could actually talk, what you think they’d say?
&&; ☎, for a rushed text.
「TEXT !! HARU」tough day, very busy.「TEXT !! HARU」i’ll get to you later. promise!
&&; ⁇, for a drunk text.
「TEXT !! HARU」mannnnn, imfucking wassted「TEXT !! HARU」piickk em up, pleeas「TEXT !! HARU」iill payyou wit icceceream!!!!!!!!!!!
&&; ø, for a late night text.
「TEXT !! HARU」i know it’s late but, are you awake?「TEXT !! HARU」i had this awful dream and i feel like talking about it–
&&; ✘, for a hateful text.
「TEXT !! HARU」no! that dress is ugly.「TEXT !! HARU」 i’ll get you something better, no worries.
there is a thin line between being sassy and being an asshole and i cross it everyday
"HEY"
` * source — not accepting → to harukhi.
1. First impression: You most definitely look like an amicable person.2. Truth is: We should talk more, yes?3. How old do you look: Something between 18-21.4. Have you ever made me laugh: No.5. Have you ever made me mad: No.6. Best feature: You have a very pretty and bright smile.7. Have I ever had a crush on you: No.8. You’re my: soon to be friend, i hope?
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I’ll be getting to my replies... soon, sorry for the wait. Been a hectic day and thank you for your patience!