hi everyone! i haven’t had yoochun for long but i recently reached a 150+ follower milestone and i wanted to thank all of you for following this sad little detective ♡♡ i’ve been having an amazing time so far playing him, thanks to all of you that i’ve interacted/plotted with. i’m going to include a small follow forever below to put a spotlight on a few people! all of these are in no particular order.
very short but-! i’m sure i’ll have more to write once i’ve been here for a bit longer. also if i forgot anyone i’m sorry! i probably did to be honest ;; anyways, as a thank you, i’m going to be having a GIVEAWAY! as always, you must be following yoochun to participate (no following then unfollowing), reblog & likes count, and this is only for rp blogs! the giveaway will end around march 26th!
there will be three winners, chosen by a random generator. first place will get a custom theme and 100 static icons. second place will get 70 static icons. third place will get 50 static icons. of course, you’ll be able to choose the style, face claim, etc. i do expect to be credited for my theme and icons! thank you guys again ♡♡
ex: theme, including my own ( x x x the last one is unfinished ) & icons ( x x x x x x )
it’s hard when your muse becomes another half of another muse. and it’s even harder when that muse isn’t really... around. so. i’m gonna take a semi-hiatus until school is done. i need to figure out if i’m okay with whatever’s happening. if i’m not, i’ll pop back in to let you guys know. uhmm.. i’ll log in every now and then though, just to reply to some things that i still have going on when i get a spark for choikang. if you guys don’t see me by the end of april, i’m sorry.
maybe it’s more like 280+ but i’ve given up keeping this thing accurate
Honestly, though, I’m in total awe! This muse has been active for just a month and I’m already approaching 300 followers, which is the easily the fastest I’ve reached this milestone on any blog I’ve had in my four years RPing on this site! I’m not trying to focus on the follower count, of course, as that’s not what counts but it’s impossible for me to act like I’m not overwhelmed by the warm response Mio has received! She’s such as simple OC as she is right now and there’s still so much that needs developed but everyone has been so kind and, seeing as her personality type isn’t one I’ve had a lot of experience writing, I’m so excited about everything! (/ ; v ;)/ On that note, I’d just like to thank a few (as this is a small bias list) people in particular!
SPECIAL MENTION!!
but, mr krabs, he was number 1!!!!
@sinled, for being a large part of the reason Mio even exists and for humouring me when I told you I wanted to make another lame OC! This is me basically lowkey blowing kisses at the bestie. Thank you for letting me pester you on all my muses, even though they’re all usually total pains :’^))) and also just, like, thank you for being such a brilliant friend ilysm sobs bestie!!
EVERYONE ELSE!!
i’ve either been writing with you or admiring you from before. maybe both. either way, you’re fab and i probably want to write you more/know you better! also this is in alphabetical order so let me live pls.
So, as some might know….. this is the ever running series called Jae’s Anatomy.
I’m never very good at replying, and I’m moody and not quality at all but I appreciate everyone who has been roleplaying with me ( be it one year, one month, etc ). I hope that I have brought some entertainment, and will continue to bring entertainment!
The long-time fans of this overly dramatic sitcom ( to which I am extremely grateful that I’ve managed not to make you hate me yet– through different urls and different muses, you’ve stood by me miraculously ):
The shy senpai ( also known as people I would like to get to know more, I realize it might me strange to tag you if we have never spoken but– ) material:
The list is short but I hope to keep it growing. If I forgot to mention you, don’t be concerned! I want to roleplay with everyone I’m just too lazy and terrible so please excuse me. I love you all very much!!! 사랑해요~
“Wake up! Wake up! It’s just a dream!”
“What were you dreaming about…? You were shouting…”
“I woke up because you were screaming so loudly.”
“Shh– No, no, don’t panic, love. You’re safe now.”
“It was so real! I swear! He/she was here!”
“I don’t ever want to sleep again. What if– what if I dream about that again?”
“If you tell me, it’ll go away. That’s what my mum/dad always told me and it’s never failed me.”
“Do you want to go back to sleep, or shall I make you a cup of tea?”
“I don’t want to go back to sleep…”
“I’m so scared… I can’t stop seeing what I just saw. It was so vivid!”
“There’s really nobody here, okay? Do you need me to show you around to prove that to you?”
“How do I know I’m not still dreaming? You’re acting really strangely.”
“Let’s get you to the shower, you’re covered in sweat.”
“There’s really nobody else here.”
“You’ve got a really bad fever. That must have caused those weird dreams.”
“I don’t even know what a peaceful night’s sleep is like anymore.”
“I can’t do this anymore. These nightmares have to stop…”
“Shh, it was just a bad dream. Just a dream, okay? None of it was real.”
“I can’t go back to sleep after that. I need coffee– no, I need a drink, a stiff one.”
“How long have you been having these nightmares?”
“I’ve had nightmares all my life, but they’ve been really bad recently.”
“You get so worked up before you go to sleep, maybe you should try to relax a bit more. Maybe then you’ll get some rest?”
“I’d kill for a peaceful night’s sleep.”
“A dream catcher? Honestly? I’m not a child.”
“Nothing’s ever helped this. I just need to learn to live with the fact that sleeping will always be a nightmare, literally.”
“I’m so tired… but there’s no way I’m going back to sleep after that.”
The sight of the man brought Mina comfort even if he evoked memories of her past, another life she did not want to revisit just yet. But even in the past, the person who looked just like the one in front of her had been the one to make both her and her sister smile when he was around. Good memories of the past couldn’t be forgotten, but her reminiscing had been interrupted as she watched his head dip; had he noticed her staring? As she diverted her gaze, instead glancing at the other man sitting at the table, Mina was met with a hard stare, ebony eyes filled with fire that refused to look anywhere else.
There’s a pause as she ducked her head a little, a show of politeness amidst all of her staring. Mina simply needed to keep from any of the patrons feeling anything other than happiness and satisfaction from her service and the establishment. The sound of the first man’s voice pierced through, pulling Mina’s attention to him as she lifted her gaze to face him. “Ah… Yes,” she replied, giving a nod of her head. “We have both Asahi and Kirin. We also have Sapporo and Suntory, and Orion as well for our Japanese beers,” she listed off, smiling softly before gesturing to the large board on the wall over her shoulder and moving her gaze between the pair. “Which would you like?
“Also, the list of all of our drinks offered here can be found there, in case either of you would like to try something else during your time here, and the list of food items we have tonight are on the boards just to the left.” As he asked for her name, Mina paused, pursing her lips. If this was the man she knew, then using her real name could possibly ring a bell. However, she couldn’t let that be known yet; she’s come so far already. “Mina,” she murmured, nodding. “My name is Mina, and I will be your hostess tonight. Please let me know if you need anything or request any recommendations.”
As Mina fished around for the notepad in the pocket of her apron to take down her order, her teeth sunk into her lip, wondering if she should ask the question that was brewing in her head for the past few moments. Finally taking hold of the pen and paper, she looked over at him, clearing her throat a moment later before parting her lips, this time speaking in her mother tongue. “Excuse me, sir… Is your name… Momo, by any chance?” she asked, voice shy.
“ two asahi’s then. ” because whatever he had, sirius would be more than HAPPY to have. since he was the leader of the two for the night, he would be the one with the rules; but that didn’t stop sirius from glaring at their hostess that just couldn’t seem to STOP staring. though, choikang paid less attention to it. for him, he was more concerned with the varieties written through the pages of the menu, more concerned with the SECURE feeling of sirius’ hand over his thigh, slowly tightening & tightening to remind him that they had come together. it was adorable, just a reflection of his own actions ( for his hand was already placed onto their thigh ).
when she told them her name at first he dissected it in his mind, wondering if it was a hard i or soft — sirius immediately repeated her name though, saying a FORCED greeting in japanese to somewhat make her feel more comfortable. turning his head to look over the girl once more he propped his free arm up onto the table, hand waving with effort. “ thank you MINA. “
— she would make a lovely vase, wouldn’t she? —
just as he THOUGHT he could return to dotting on his beloved the quiet voice he thought he had sent off began again. this time their words sparked an interest, a SUSPICIOUS one — & definitely an unwanted one. before he turned to her he glanced to sirius who seemed MORE than peeved. the mention of choikang’s brother was something that came as rare as a sandstorm, there were no exact emotions felt; but simple h o w ?
“ momo, you say. ”
he started, taking his time to look to her again.
& when he did, she was met by nothing more than daggers.
“ unfortunately, i am not momo. his hair is much longer than mine, don’t you think? ” his fingers brushed over the shell of his bare ear, just the ends of his strands touching it once more.
“ for you to pick out the name MOMO out of any other name has me interested. ” because not even he was BLESSED to see his brother. it had been months — had it surpassed a year? choikang couldn’t quite remember & sirius couldn’t care.
sirius didn’t want THIS conversation continued, but he digressed.
“ my brother, momo, how do you know of him? ” whenever momo & he met conversations concerning others was barely of importance, but who was SHE to say his name so freely — so timidly? a brow arched, his demeanour clear. a flash of jealous was sure to ignite if she were in contact with someone he thought he held so dear.
He woke, dread embracing him like an old friend. His heart thudded against its cage of bones and he was sure there was sweat on his brow, though the outside world only saw a man shaking off sleep. He sat up after a moment, wincing slightly at the soreness only acquired from sleeping on a desk.
Officers walked by him, not bothering to spare the tired man a second glance. He observed his surroundings through half-shut eyes, still too sensitive to take on the bright fluorescent lighting the unit was bathed in. His partner was gone and in his place lay a bright yellow post-it.
Get some more sleep, idiot.
Something between a scoff and a laugh slipped from his lips, disbelief embedded into the sound. He’d been caught up in the recent murder case that had been flung onto their laps for nearly two weeks now. The information they’d managed to scour up was minuscule and nowhere near as helpful as they needed it to be. The pottery owner they had interviewed hadn’t known much, though Yoochun wasn’t sure if that was completely true. He’d gotten a small, nagging feeling that the man knew more than he let on.
Of course, such was always the case with bystanders. Everyone seemed content to ignore the body rotting away on a coroner’s table. He leaned back against his chair, wondering if he would have been one of them in a world where his parents hadn’t been unmasked. Or a world where their secrets hadn’t unearthed and gone for their throats.
( It was wrong to wish such a thing.
It was wronger still to pretend to be weighed by guilt at the thought. )
Worn hands rubbed his face and he sighed, only breathing when he was sure his lungs were empty. Eyes closed, he tried to bring himself back to the case. He was growing tired of losing himself in the memories he’d sworn he’d forgotten. Had he the choice, they would’ve been erased long ago. But he wore bruises deep within himself for even daring to believe choice existed.
His body tensed at a sudden presence then, pinpricks of nerves rounding up in an uncomfortable group at the nape of his neck. He opened his eyes and turned to the source of the sensation, only to be overcome with confusion.
❝Uh, hi?❞ He stared up at the pottery owner, Choikang. ❝Are you – Did you remember something?❞
again with the screaming.
AGAIN with that GOD DAMN sceaming.
3AM, bright & early, just another day in the life for a disturbed mind. every BONE in his body cracked as he sat up, shoulders slouched & weighing him down to the mattress, begging him to stay. but it was hard with a screaming mind. sirius laid peacefully by his side, completely withdrawn from the world & in their own dreamworld. he made sure to tip toe quietly, prepare himself for the day ahead quietly; the screams were near deafening.
it was almost time to put them at a stop.
clothing drenched in NOIR & peach in hand he shuffled to the lobby of his home after kissing four foreheads of his beloveds. his little cat meowed at his feet, watching him carefully as he balanced from one foot to the other as he slipped on his boots.
“ i’ll be back tonight. calm the fuck down. ” he murmured with the soft peach between his teeth, the juices dripping to the floor which immediately distracted the kitten who began to lick over the wooden panels. he let out a small chuckle then crouched down, patting the little ones head twice before leaving.
the second the door closed behind him his SMILE disappeared.
dawn was still bitten with the twilight of the night, the shadows around simply helped him to blend in. all he held was the pit of the peach in his hand as he stood by his motorcycle & he dropped it before settling himself on, revving the engine to find his first BITE.
they were weak, they were easy. just SOMETHING to have first thing. it was something to hold back the screaming, something to paint the remedies over his hands.
his lips were now accompanied with a lit cigarette, smoke swindling with the calm air of the now early morning. most were beginning to rise, force their weary heads into work. sirius had given him a good morning call, the conversation was short; choikang had THINGS to do.
visiting a new friend was on the agenda for today. he wondered if THEY would find the body he presented so BEAUTIFULLY for them once the sun completely casted over the city. her body was impaled, a beautiful arrangement of blades starting through her back & out her front to create a bloody prayer of a crucifix.
oh, they would find them.
l i t t l e park yoochun always found them.
entering their station was easy, asking to disturb their peace was JUST as easy. stations like these were far too easy to manipulate, to act as if he were something as thick as blood to get what he wanted.
speaking of blood, he made sure his hands were clean.
when he was lead into their office he nodded his head in thanks to the woman that had led him there — but surprisingly had no OTHER thoughts about her. making his presence known with a quick & SHARP slam of the door he took one further step inside, looking over their exhausted form. how cute.
“ good morning to you too, mister park. ” what a delight, starting the day off EXTRA right. first a bloody massacre that they would soon come across & some good old conversation before it all BEGAN. “ i didn’t. does your head hurt? ”
The other’s mumble of an answer hung in the air for a while, and the sound of Choi’s somewhat unamused chuckle made him grip around his coffee a little tighter. He didn’t know what he was expecting, being so honest with someone like Choikang. There was something oddly calming about saying out aloud, though. This is where most people would play the pity card, but his friend didn’t this time. “ Why was her path to die? Why did a good person die but the bad man who killed her gets to sit in jail for the rest of his pathetic life? ”
“ oh, you haven’t heard? god is the WORST being in this universe, jaejoong. ” there were only a handful of deaths caused by satan & as for the god so many PRAISED there were billions -- no trillions -- that people continued to look past. “ think of us like a video game, ” he began, rotating his hands around to further express his vision. “ & god is the player. he loves the drama, loves absolutely every BIT of despair. you’re giving him exactly what he wants & he loves it. ” hell, choikang loved it. seeing jaejoong suddenly withdraw, twitch with nerves over the subject ( that FEAR he loved so much ) this was the type of acting god ate up -- this was the type of acting HE ate up.
「 ❈ 」 Ian’s body froze and her blood ran cold through her veins. She was not expecting the night to call back out to her and the chill down her spine was making the matters worse. Glancing over her shoulders, her cautious eyes roamed the blanket of the night; watching for any moment of the shadows. No moments came but a s m a l l glisten of the end of a cigarette caught her attention. Gulping, the maiden averted her attention away and picked up her pace once more as she let out words of wonder to the shadows. “ Trying to act like a guardian angel?” Stupid. Oh Ian. There she was trying to put up a brave act to the night eyes when she was trembling within her bones with fear with each step she took. Seoul was much more dangerous than her small little community back in France. This city was n o t h i n g like her home. Not safe tight community were everyone knew everyone and harm never came to night. “ I can make it home just fine without you, shadow.” she prayed to her gods that tonight wasn’t her last night. Who was to feed the stray kitten she taken home if she was to be found dead the next day?
the temptation of taking someone like HER down into hell was far greater than he could explain. it was the way she carried herself, nose to the thickening clouds where the moon slowly began to FADE. thankfully the lime lights of the city were enough to show them their path, one that he would follow until she reached her destination. it would be FOOLISH of her to run from a GOD, especially since he was simply testing her. though, his blood still boiled, wanting so desperately to tear the porcelain of her skin into tiny little DIAMOND pieces. but -- that could wait. the plan had changed. the tiger would stalk the elk, walk her prance through shadows he had cascaded upon her himself. at her words, the corner of his lips dared to twitch upwards, amusement running thick ( but he kept it contained, not daring to show his laughter ). “ a guardian angel? if you’d like. ” a promise he would NOT keep. “ i could believe you can, though. ” & so, the mind games began. “ this city is riddled with terrifying beings, don’t you agree? i’m acquainted with MANY detectives. a young girl like you shouldn’t be wandering about at this hour. ” the poor girl, she had an IDEA of his haunting, but she had yet to feel it -- witness it.
The answer surprised him for a moment, and he nearly choked on his Americano. He had a point? Choi never agreed with him. Was this an… intellectual conversation instead of banter about why Jaejoong was such a hot fucking mess? “ If there was one, I’d ask him why he killed my sister. But of course, I’m sure everyone would ask something so… common. I’d ask him why he gave me such a burden of this perfect face. ”
the death of one’s sister, something the two could CONNECT with. there was an understanding there. then, with the lighter subject, a small chuckled fell from his lips as he looked them over. “ ah. ” running his fingers back through his hair to keep it slicked back he then tucked the longer strands behind his ear, only to have them fall to his face again. “ she died because she died. that was her path in life. ” choikang could have said the same thing for himself, but he held back. “ just like my sister. her path was short as well. ”
i. NAME / ALIAS. choikang
ii. BIRTHDAY. february 18th
iv. HEIGHT. 190cm
v. TIME. 21:46
vi. SLEEP. 2hr
vii. FAVORITE BOOKS. 1q84 by haruki murakami & stalin: a biography by pan macmillan
viii. FAVORITE ARTISTS. kyary pamyu pamyu, perfume, origa, nell
ix. LAST MOVIE I WATCHED. the truman show
xii. DREAM JOB. n/a
xiii. THE MEANING BEHIND YOUR URL. hrv, an abbreviation of HRVATSKA which is the croatian word for CROATIA. krv, BLOOD in croatian.
calloused fingertips smoothed over the clean-cut edge of his jaw, his gaze affixed to the bloody sight before him. RED, there was so much red, a stark vermillion that painted the scene so vividly— a beautiful FEAST for crepuscular eyes to behold. a pulsing, a dull throb worked its way at his temples as the suppressed beast within him CLAWED ‘neath scarred flesh in attempt to tear free from humane confines, the husk that was his chiseled exterior.
james had always prided himself on his self-control, yet now it was wavering indefinitely; there one moment and gone the next, the swaying PENDULUM that was his moral compass, variable and ever-fleeting. the elder male was right, for the truth that lay within the very core of plastered on facades and brewing falsities resounded clearly within the mutant’s mind. and he loathed it, the way that choikang had the capability to simply READ him like that, but it went to show that the two were so akin that even slight disruptions of their firmly built pretences were not to go unnoticed. from his lips, a semblance of a curse was uttered, a barely audible undertone.
this was fine, wasn’t it ? he wasn’t the KILLER here, nor the instigator, simply the one to tie up the loose threads. but he was full aware of the downward spiral, the temptation that came with sampling the first drops of saccharine, nectar-laced poison. he knelt, a large hand reaching behind the man’s spine, the other hand cupping the parietal section of the skull in his palm as he hoisted the body up, his lips tugged into a grimace. james’ arms were already slick with blood, a dark scowl etched onto bow-shaped lips as he turned to his equally tall companion.
❝ why am i the one who always has to clear shit up for you, huh ? ❞ the words seeped out like venom, RANCOUR-filled to match his sullen disposition. whilst others demonstrated their amity through reassuring words and kind gestures, james would scold and criticise— something which choikang was surely aware of by now. ❝ so… where am i to put the guy exactly ? don’t suppose you wanna use him to decorate your mantelpiece ? ❞
there was a solution to every challenge, every bump in the road. every plan had a perfect ENDING & he didn’t just kill a man for mere amusement. there was always an escape plan, a success plan, an approach plan -- the WORKS. never did he step into the ring EMPTY handed. thankfully, james was there to accompany him, making it LESS messier for him, less HEAVIER to bear over his shoulders. nights in seoul were ALIVE & restless, but there were always ways to fill his FIX. the silhouettes at the end of the alleyway carrying on with their evenings as they passed did NOT matter. any SANE person would known to avoid such a troublesome, tragedy attracted place.
TRUSTING the other to spectate what he had finished was hanging by threads every single time the two shared something like this with one another. it wasn’t often choikang invited new comers to his playtime sessions, but there was a certain EAGERNESS in james’ eyes that he could NOT deny. there was a monster well within the depths of the other & he loved pulling that little demon out, to play with him, even just for a little while.
“ because you’re a good dongsaeng. ” to put it simply. he watched as their clothes, their hands, their EVERYTHING became riddled withe evidence just as he was. the difference was, choikang was BASKING in the lovely shade of it all. as they busied their hands to lift the corpse into their arms he took the time to run his fingers over the sickening crimson that glazed over his fingers. his tongue curled, his eyes rolled back & the taste of metal immediately sent electric shocks down his throat, spreading through his sternum & into his stomach. as alive as he felt when he committed such tragedy, nothing tasted better than the FORBIDDEN fruit itself.
at their SNARK his lips curved into the smallest of smiles, only to drop as he lowered his hands to his sides -- they were CLEAN, but blood still buried deep beneath the nails. “ we’ll bring it to my kiln. these backroads lead to my shop. ” without further ado he began the trek, not waiting for the evidence to catch up as he made his way through the labyrinth of alleyways between run down buildings. only once did he look over his shoulder to see if the other was follow ( of course they would -- what would they do with a dead body? ).
once they made it to the overly familiar building of his shop he kicked aside one of the many crates that built by the back door, leaving them some room. he glanced from left to right, nothing but smoke from exhausts of buildings clouding his vision. then he dug through his pockets, waiting to hear that certain JINGLE, clasping onto the keys that were SOMEHOW stained with blood. no matter, he pushed through the keyhole to unlock, shoulder pressed against the door to give it a push before he entered.
“ thank you. just bring it downstairs... don’t break any of my fucking vases. ”
BOLD ANY FEARS WHICH APPLY TO YOUR MUSE.ITALICIZE WHAT MAKES THEM UNCOMFORTABLE.
THE DARK. FIRE. OPEN WATER. DEEP WATER. BEING ALONE. CROWDED SPACES. CONFINED SPACES. CHANGE. FAILURE. WAR. LOSS OF CONTROL. POWERLESSNESS. PRISON. BLOOD. DROWNING. SUFFOCATION. PUBLIC SPEAKING. NATURAL ANIMALS. THE SUPERNATURAL. HEIGHTS. DEATH. DYING. INTIMACY. REJECTION. ABANDONMENT. LOSS. THE UNKNOWN. THE FUTURE. NOT BEING GOOD ENOUGH. SCARY STORIES. SPEAKING TO NEW PEOPLE. POVERTY. LOUD NOISES. BEING TOUCHED.
1. PICK ONE OF YOUR MUSES.
2. FILL IN THE QUESTIONS/STATEMENTS AS IF YOU ARE BEING INTERVIEWED FOR AN ARTICLE AND YOU WERE YOUR MUSE.
3. TAG TEN PEOPLE TO DO THIS MEME.
2. WHAT IS YOUR REAL NAME?
only a SELECTIVE few had the pleasure of knowing such a name that far too many secrets. CHOIKANG was a facade, CHOIKANG became reality. the past was forgotten ( a lie ) & hidden, blessed to only those who decided they would STAY. “ choikang. ”
3. DO YOU KNOW WHY YOU WERE CALLED THAT?
” because that is what i call myself. ”
4. ARE YOU SINGLE OR TAKEN?
“ taken. happily. ”
5. HAVE ANY ABILITIES OR POWERS?
there were so many abilities, everything from artistic skill to one on one combat. his entire being STRIVED on being PERFECTION in every little thing he did. “ pottery. ” – to name ONE.
6. STOP BEING A GARY STU.
” what the fuck. ”
7. WHAT’S YOUR EYE COLOR?
“ brown? black? ask SIRIUS. he looks at them longer than i do. ”
8. HOW ABOUT YOUR HAIR COLOR?
“ black. ”
9. HAVE YOU ANY FAMILY MEMBERS?
there’s a long, overdue pause as his gaze drifts elsewhere. nothing else is seen nor written in his expression, it was all locked beneath the surface. how one would explain the complexities of his so called family seemed difficult, especially to a stranger that would come & go in one shot. & so, only one name came to mind. the only name that hasn’t failed him yet. “ a twin brother, momo. ”
10. OH? WHAT ABOUT PETS?
” i love cats. i have one. her name is meow meow. ” CLEARLY he wasn’t high while naming her.
11. THAT’S COOL I GUESS, NOW TELL ME ABOUT SOMETHING YOU DON’T LIKE.
“ prostitutes. ”
12. DO YOU HAVE ANY HOBBIES/ACTIVITIES YOU LIKE DOING?
there was the OBVIOUS & then there was that NOT SO OBVIOUS. he decided against mask of insanity, instead, playing the role of a dutiful father. “ playing with my children, drawing, reading, building things, collecting gundams & cooking. ”
13. EVER HURT ANYONE BEFORE?
“ oh, you have no idea. ”
14. EVER….KILLED ANYONE BEFORE?
ah, the question he was DYING to hear. again, his expression was frozen, eyes lost elsewhere as he stared at the reporter. only an IDIOT would reveal a ritual so sacred. “ that’s absolutely inhumane. no. ” one of his most beautiful lies.
15. WHAT KIND OF ANIMAL ARE YOU?.”
” tiger. ”
16. NAME YOUR WORST HABITS.
“ cigarettes? ” OH & maybe killing.
17. DO YOU LOOK UP TO ANYONE AT ALL?
“ no one. ”
18. GAY, STRAIGHT, OR BISEXUAL?
” anything goes. ”
19. DO YOU GO TO SCHOOL?
“ no. ”
20. DO YOU EVER WANT TO MARRY AND HAVE KIDS ONE DAY?
now this was a question his brows broke from the ice, knitting together as he leaned forward. his elbow rested on the table, hand clasped around his chin as he looked to the surface of the table, thinking for quite sometime before speaking; still not looking to the reporter. “ i have children, beautiful children. as for marriage… that is something i still need to think about. i know sirius would love to. ”
21. DO YOU HAVE ANY FANBOYS/FANGIRLS?
” oh yeah, jaejoong. ” his lips curl in sheer amusement, posture resting back in complete comfort once more. “ & sirius, of course. ”
22. WHAT ARE YOU MOST AFRAID OF?
“ abandonment. ”
23. WHAT DO YOU USUALLY WEAR?
” black. ”
24. DO YOU LOVE SOMEONE?
“ with everything i have. ”
25. WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU WET YOURSELF?”
” i don’t know. ”
26. WELL, IT’S NOT OVER YET!
“ what a funny game. ”
27. WHAT CLASS ARE YOU?(HIGH CLASS, MIDDLE CLASS, LOW CLASS)
” high. ”
28. HOW MANY FRIENDS DO YOU HAVE?
“ i don’t know. they come & go. naturally. ”
29. WHAT ARE YOUR THOUGHTS ON PIE?
” fat. disgusting. ”
30. FAVORITE DRINK?
“ water. ”
31. WHAT’S YOUR FAVOURITE PLACE?
“ home.” then, he thinks a little longer. “ & croatia. anywhere in croatia. ”
32. ARE YOU INTERESTED IN SOMEONE~
” sirius. ”
33. WHAT’S YOUR BRA CUP SIZE AND/OR HOW BIG IS YOUR WILLY?
“ if sirius heard you right now… ”
34. WOULD YOU RATHER SWIM IN THE LAKE OR THE OCEAN?
“ swim. "
35. WHAT’S YOUR TYPE?
“ i don’t know. ”
36. ANY FETISHES?
“ too many. ”
37. SEME OR UKE? TOP OR BOTTOM? DOMINANT OR SUBMISSIVE?
” depends how desperate sirius is. ”
