FAKE MAGIC

CHOI SANGWOON / TWENTY / ACTOR

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SENTENCE STARTERS

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❝ They accepted me as I was without any fuss. ❞

❝ If you think I’m the happiest person in the world who has it all, you’re dead wrong. ❞

❝ I’m the unhappiest person alive, and I have nothing. ❞

❝ I think you can do something amazing with your ability. ❞

❝ You make me want to push you off a cliff! ❞

❝ There’s no escape! I’ll crush you like an ant! ❞

❝ I swear, dealing with normal people is such a pain. ❞

❝ Why did you have to kiss me!? ❞

❝ Dragging me into this is a very bad idea. ❞

❝ How about you visit a pigsty and ask one of the pigs out? ❞

❝ No one can resist my beauty! ❞

❝ This class is my Kryptonite. ❞

❝ I can see it raining in your heart. Allow me to be your heart’s umbrella. ❞

❝ I never said my abilities were perfect. ❞

❝ I cut a tragic figure for you today. ❞

❝ Maybe I’m not the right person for the job. ❞

❝ When I am with you, my heart relaxes. It is as though you are my heart’s massage chair. ❞

❝ What is it with everyone wishing for friends? ❞

❝ How come you’re not granting my wish? ❞ 

❝ You’re being way too melodramatic. ❞

❝ Stop ignoring me! ❞ 

❝ You’re not worthy, peon. ❞ 

❝ Don’t come near (Name) again. You’re not allowed to look at them, or even breathe the same air. ❞ 

❝ There are plenty of fish in the sea. The problem is that you can’t fish. ❞

❝ Their face annoys me, I might accidentally punch them. ❞

❝ Even I would faint if I saw your face up close in a place so dark! ❞

❝ If they die it will be about 2% my fault. ❞

❝ If they reject me I won’t be able to go on, I will die! ❞

❝ Good grief. (Name) is tough to break. ❞

❝ I would like to be reincarnated as a beautiful person. ❞

❝ Don’t hold out hope on a person who only works once a year! ❞ 

❝ First, let’s try the roller coaster! ❞

❝ Who would have thought that making crepes would lead to a broken microwave. ❞

❝ Purge me! ❞ 

❝ I don’t think I’m better, I’m actually better. ❞

❝ You may get paper cuts, please don’t bathe in cash! ❞

❝ The party goes on. ❞

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hrjunjae‌:

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❝　– i thought about it before,　❞  junjae admits.  ❝　– well…kind of. i was thinking about how much i wanted to work as a dancer at one point. if you dance you’ll be on stage so i guess that counts as a celebrity? and my mom did mention she wanted me to film commercials too before…but i don’t think could match up to you! i think i’d need an aura like yours. i’m not there yet.　❞

His interest peaked when he heard the other's response. Sangwoon knew he was the one who evoked out the response, dug it to humor his own curiosity. But, it didn’t restrain his intrigue to soon turn into mild astonishment. While his knowledge about the latter was small, this let him glimpse a part that contrasted with his current view of him. 

"Oh, you dance? That's amazing. Not the type of celebrity I thought you would be, but it does suit you." He commented with a lack of pitch as it rumbled lower than he intended. But, his eyes were more honest and expressed the mixture of his amusement and admiration.

His head shook to show his distaste as his fingers pressed tighter against the plastic cup. "Why do you think you're not there yet? I haven't seen you dance so, I can't speak on that regard. But, I'm pretty sure if you would gain fans with your smile alone."

[hrsangwoon-blog]

He was used to a fast-paced life. He was used to working, engaging until there was no smidge of his own nature left. It was solely him with a role imprinted on his skin and tongue. But, it has recently changed because his role in life demanded him to be present. So like any other role he has done, he grew used to his current lifestyle.

In this new phase, he grew attached to the people who often ventured in it. It was no surprise when his thoughts stumbled on his roommates. He knew this idea stemmed from the ridiculous stream of senseless daydreams. But, he permitted this small thought to become a tangible gesture when he searched for the similarly aged male.

He walked inside their shared space, a sliver of contempt filled him once he saw his target plopped on the couch. His eyes diverted and searched his vicinity in hopes they were the only ones present.

"Hey," The boy greeted, hands clutching his phone where his screen hinted his purpose. "I have been searching for you all day." He said with a hint of mischief as if he was immersed in his usual roles. This act laced together in hopes it would make the latter chuckle.

"Anyway, I need to tell you about something serious." The past display of cheeriness fleeted as it morphed into a stern disposition. "I..." His lips pursed, eyebrows furrowed between the creases of his forehead. "I think our current showerhead is too short for us. We should get a new one. So, I have a selection and want you to choose the best one with me." his expression and voice depicted his conviction, adding emphasis on the trivial issue seen serious.

"I can only trust you."

Lets take a walk, @hrdaehyun .

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"sangwoon~" she sings slightly before hugging the other's arm gently, "did you know that i like you.. a lot?"

Confusion trapped his expression when he sensed the petite-framed girl cling to his arm. His eyes shifted to his vicinity before they lower to meet her gaze. Seeing there was nobody who could use their interaction for trivial gossip, his tensed body relaxed and cast aside the professional image he usually wore inside the company. 

He shifted to her side a bit and offered her an amused smile he displayed for a few. “Noona, you shouldn’t joke about those things. I could take it wrong, you know?” He spoke softly even his words were pure jest.  “But, I will say I also like you a lot… as my second favorite Nightblue trainee.”  

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Juyeon in Boy (소년) M/V!

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Sangwoon had a strange fondness for Junjae. He found himself incapable of setting the usual arm-length distance. Instead, he decided to embrace him into his otherwise hectic life. Even if the actor would never voice this musing to him.

The older of the two stared, eyes bounced around the other’s features. The cold brew in his hands warmed against his touch as the drops of water settled on the dents of his palms. “Junjae, have you ever thought of being a celebrity?” His question sounded like a joke, a passing by thought. But, Sangwoon pondered about this since their first meeting. It was no daily occurrence meeting someone who radiated this much charm. There might also be the small detail that the boy had an eerie resemblance to one of his beloved seniors.

“I don’t know if you thought about it, but you should consider it.” He paused for a moment, sipping his beverage. “I think you are handsome enough. No, it’s not what I think. I know you are.”

Lets take a walk, @hrjunjae . 

[hrsangwoon-blog]

Hello everyone. I’d like to give a quick apology for answering so belatedly your messages. But, I’m afraid this lack of activity will continue because I’m going to a three-week hiatus. I’m currently flooded with school work and extracurriculars. I hope I’ll be dropping every once in a while to answer IMS. I hope to see you soon. Thank you for your patience. 

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“How come you’re so different around them?”

Deep Starters | Accepting.

Sangwoon quirked his eyebrow in response. It was no secret he esteemed the other a lot. While his appreciation went beyond bounds, the skepticism banged against him. After all, how much would he be able to say without the sinking feeling of regret eating him? 

“Hm, who are we talking about?” He questioned, fingers scratched against his callous palm. He briefly believed if he dug his palm long enough, his doubt would stop pounding. “The staff I work with? My fans? The general public?” He wasn’t sure what nerve Seungbin struck, but it vibrated to the point it broke his usual restraint. 

“Because why would I not be different? I personally don’t think my “natural” personality would attract. So, I think it’s only natural to change to keep up with this fast, trend changing job.” His tone grew cold as if the frost solidified around his throat. “Don’t you think so?” He now quirked a smile, just a step away to be a smirk. 

At this point, he didn’t know if it was pride or fear of his vulnerability speaking now.

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“What was your childhood like?”

Deep Starters | Accepting.

Sangwoon remained mute for a moment. His brain ransacked through the files called memory. The actor didn’t have any particular secrets to hide, especially from the other’s golden heart. But, his reflex on maintaining his personal life concealed always kicked in. It was a habit he honed the further he navigated the lifestyle of a public figure.

“My childhood was fine,” He started with a detached tone, eyes and mind cast aside. “I grew up on Jeju, just beside the ocean. I spent most of it doing what we are expected to.” His awareness tumbled and waned as a smile clipped on each corner. “I think I spend it being a good student, brother, and son. So, I just did what I thought would make the people around me more at ease. Too bad I can’t be nor do that anymore.” His last sentence went past him before it went through his usual thought processing.

In attempts to hide his careless mistake, he choked out a chortle. “How about yours, Junjae? Anything interesting on your side? Ah, can I even ask that when you are still living through it?” His tone eased into something more playful as he flashed a closed smile.

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Don’t Dream It’s Over - Crowded House

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“You can’t just hide all the time.”

Deep Starters | Accepting.

Sangwoon felt his pride getting wounded by the older’s skepticism. His distaste towards his words plastered evidently in his face before another feeling grew. His features broke into something akin to confidence, teetered into arrogance. “You underestimate me.” He mused, tone seemingly unfazed. Instead, it took the form of being light and mischevious against the air. 

“You can hide from anything if you put your heart…” His ramble stopping midway as he pointed at the other’s chest. “into it. Trust me, I prayed for fangirls to go away and I- Anyway,” His lips dipped, making his smile into a smirk. “I’m right about this. If you need me, I’ll be incognito again. If anyone asks, tell them I’m not in the soup aisle.”

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“Let me in sometime!”

Deep Starters | Accepting.

Sangwoon contemplated for a moment, a brief moment. He stared at the petite framed female as if his gaze would answer her. Albeit, he did not know her well. Her face barely prodding amongst the sea of his roommates’ friends. Even if he knew he shouldn’t, he still opted for the following. “No. Why should I?” His voice exited with a void of emotion. His head wondered briefly if the latter would catch on. 

He waited for a moment, watched her reaction before a smile broke out. His cheeks creased on the sides to display his mirth, “Ah,” The sound failed to exit as smooth as he wanted. “I’m just joking. But, sure. Just call for me and I’ll get you when you want.”  

[hrhall]

DEEP STARTERS

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“What’s holding you back?”

“I’m not comfortable with this conversation.”

“Will you /ever/ be comfortable with this conversation?”

“Let me in sometime!”

“It’s not that easy, you know.”

“Help me understand.”

“It’s hard to connect with someone when all they do is push you away.”

“Why are you always so cold?”

“Why are you always so happy?”

“Are you really happy now?”

“Who hurt you this badly to make you this way?!”

“What, did your ex mess you up that badly?!”

“Why do you keep fighting it any time you feel?”

“It’s a problem, I get it.”

“This is all kinds of messed up.”

“That’s not exactly a good coping method.”

“So what happened, with your parents, really?”

“What was your childhood like?”

“Everyone has at lest a bit of family issues. It’s nothing to be ashamed of.”

“My parents aren’t exactly perfect models, either.”

“You were bullied? What for?”

“Was it hard? Coming out, I mean.”

“You can’t just run away all the time.”

“You can’t just hide all the time.”

“Are you still thinking about them?”

“I’m not the enemy here. But this makes me wonder who the real one is for you.”

“Is the reason you’re so cold and defensive because you feel threatened?”

“How long has it been since you last spoke to them?”

“You never talk about it, why?”

“How come you’re so different around them?”

“It’s like you don’t have a care or worry in the world.”

“You seem so perfect. I don’t get it.”

“What was your ex like?”

“I don’t think I was ever good enough for them.”

“Are you not comfortable being intimate?”

“Why don’t you feel comfortable being intimate?”

“Letting someone see you that vulnerable, it’s a scary thing.”

“Are you scared of being hurt?”

“Have you ever been taken advantage of?”

“Why are you afraid of saying I love you?”

“I never understood how someone could say those words so easily.”

“You’re hurting others the way you’ve been hurt in the past, don’t you think that’s ironic?”

“You use people to make yourself feel better.”

“I’m scared of being used again…”

“Losing someone isn’t easy, but you’re making it harder than it needs to be.”

“How long has it been since you lost them?”

“You’re too attached.”

“I’m not attached, I’m just comfortable with what I’m familiar to.”

“Maybe the real reason you’re so controlling is because, deep down you’d rather have them in your grasp than lose them.”

“Why did you ever break up?” / “Why did we ever break up?”

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Song : Man In A Movie

Artist : DAY6

Album {Single} : Every DAY6 May

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hravstin‌:

“oh…” 

he purses his lips together, his doe-like expression of confusion as he stares blankly at sangwoon. maybe he shouldn’t ask the other if it was a good idea. maybe what he had planned for the next couple of days would be a bad idea in the end. austin smiles weakly and shakes his head.

“maybe it is a bad idea since you already know that coming to you is a bad idea! so nevermind then, i won’t do it! thank you for your help! ”

It was rare for Sangwoon to feel remorseful for his actions. He was not coldhearted and senses how the other’s helpless expression pulled his heartstrings. Even if he felt the pinching tinge, his disappointment on Austin’s response was greater and clouded his actions. So, he was more compelled to bother the younger.

“I never said that. I said it was a bad idea to come to me. That’s it.” He states with a monotone ring. His hands move to settle on the boy’s shoulders, pressing firmly. “So, like you are ignoring my words, I will too. So, how about you tell me? You will hear my truthful opinion about it and then you can later thank me. How about that?” His voice gains fluidness as a smirk marks his curiosity.

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It took a significant amount of time to find the backtracking for his song of choice. Had it been for a gesture less heartfelt, he surely would have felt his heart drop in guilt from pirating the song in its entirely and burning it onto a CD. ( Truly, it appeared as if he was back in grade school once again. )

Tucked into the crevasse of his arm was an ancient device one would refer to as a boom box. The time of day: dusk. Ideal for a gesture in the light of romance lingering in the frigid February air. His finger clicked the play button after turning the volume dial up enough for the sound to reach his target. Sangwoon’s bedroom window.

I Want to Know What Love Is by Foreigner was not nearly as emotional for the way his heart ached for the young man named Choi Sangwoon. A bromance for the ages, as he would refer to it.

As the song built into its iconic chorus, he hummed along, then belted out with every modicum of passion in his body. “I WANT TO KNOW WHAT LOVE IS… AND I WANT YOU TO SHOW ME.”

Sangwoon was proud. He felt a surge of overwhelming pride when he gave a dose of humiliation to his friends by sending them love songs. But, if asked about his intentions, the malicious tone dissipated as he commented with a light-hearted voice about the benefits of the event, the donations. So, in the end, he felt fairly satisfied and never expected anyone to reciprocate his actions. Alas, he was proven wrong when he saw a Kim Seungbin stand a few meters below him, taking the form of an infatuated lover with his old-fashioned boombox.

No, there was only his beloved bro. (Not that he would ever voice that out loud.)

Sangwoon pressed firmly his face mask against his forehead, index finger rubbed against his shirt to leave the sticky residue. His body ached as the eagerness to sleep was ready to lead him into a quick slumber. But, he did not get the benefit to obey his exhaustion when a tune started to blast from outside.

A frown etched into his lips, creased his entire expression into muted distaste. After all, who thought it was a good idea to play songs this loudly at this hour? Love songs, nonetheless? He sighed, letting his exasperation linger for a moment. He was ready to reach for his earbuds from the drawer when he heard the male voice from the mysterious disruption. (What an eerily familiar voice, he thought.)

But, there was no way, he mused briefly as he walked towards the window. But, the thought pounded at him harder when he only heard the sound growing. He opened the window with reluctant and deliberately slow moves. But, he lost all of his caution once he saw his assumptions turned into reality.

“Kim Seungbin… You really...” He whispered with a faint wasp of embarrassment. His hands, as a reflex, went to the metallic handle, ready to shut down this public display. But, Sangwoon did not found the strength nor the will to do so as he stood and listened throughout the whole song. Even if he did not notice, his demeanor softened at the ludicrous sight.

(Wow, he thought. This must mean to love someone, staying until the end. Wow, this is what it means to be a bro.)

Once he heard the song end, the actor sighed loudly enough to echo in between them. “What am I supposed to show you? Love? Because you won’t find it here.” His voice sounded harsh, but his lips were a playful smile. The signal of mild amusement trickled on the crevices of his usually still face when he chortled. “Anyway, if you are done,” He faded out of the other’s sight for a moment before he swung a flimsy package. “Want to come and get a facemask as an act of affection? Would that be enough for this?”

[baejacob]

so beautiful