queen of hearts

[hrxmisook-blog]

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

prompt.

→ flattery can get many people into many places. in this situation, misook is in a good mood and willing to entertain the stranger. while his looks need some refining, she can appreciate the man’s hidden attractiveness. plus, her husband had just left and, ever scorned by her situation every time she was reminded of it, she was in the mood to play. 

the whole of south korea knows of her marriage and yet, misook is still bold. she rests her chin in the palm of her hand and looks up at the man from beneath her lashes. she smile is slow and not unlike a cat about to pounce. she’s making attempts now to draw the man into her game and she dearly hopes he’ll be willing to play. 

“why don’t you have a seat and tell me what seems to be so perfect?”

[hrxseth]

7 rings ☾ Misook + Seth

[hrxmisook-blog]

✘hrxseth‌:

@hrxmisook

“Here you go, your majesty,” he says as he hands over one of the cups he had been carrying and handing it over to Misook who had been patiently waiting for him. His smile is teasing, because even though he does often feel like Misook is an actual queen, it has kind of become a bit of a running joke between them that one day he started to treat her like one. Sometimes she asks him to fetch something for her, and he does. It’s all in good fun though, and he thinks that she understands that as well. At least he knows that if he started to feel like she was using him, he’d let her know and he would stop. But he hasn’t felt like that so far. He’s not at her beck and call.

He brings the straw of his plastic cup to his lips and take a long sip of his iced latte even though it’s still cold outside at this time of the year. The mask he had been wearing before that has been shoved in the pocket of his coat and if he can be honest, he’s not looking forward to putting it back on once he’s going to be done drinking his coffee. “So? Now that we have our drinks, where are we going first?” They had not come here for nothing after all. There had been a plan all along, and that plan was to shop, maybe share some gossip, who knew. He knows which stores he wants to visit, but he doesn’t know where Misook wants to go, hence his question.

“Where you looking for something specific? A new pair of shoes? A new bag? Spring dresses?” And because he doesn’t want to assume, he adds, “Or maybe a new videogame? Or household items?” Hey, if she wanted a new plant, or Resident Evil 2, he’s not the one who’s going to judge her for it.

"why, thank you.” misook’s smile is easy and entirely pleased. as much as a running gag the royalty comments have become, she still enjoys them. seth is good company not only for his attractiveness but misook enjoys a little bit of catering. she wouldn’t make him jump at her word but having him do her small favors is its own small treasure. she likes him. she quite enjoys his company and the friendship is still very fresh. in fact, he still has moments in which he surprises her.

she nearly coughs up her warm macchiato at the thought of getting herself a video game. while she has no negative or positive feelings towards the past time, she personally has never had a strong enough interest to even play mario kart on a regular enough basis. truthfully, mario and peach are the only video game characters she even knows. 

patting a napkin over her lips, she hopes the liquid hasn’t disturbed her cherry lip stain. she would have to check in on her appearance upon the next mirror she comes across. clearing her throat, misook looks up at her companion and asks, “are you looking to buy some video games?” honestly, she doesn’t even know if they would be a part of his interests. “otherwise, i would like to purchase a new loveseat, but a new wardrobe for the season sounds even better.”

[hrxmisook-blog]

“I’m not comfortable with this conversation.”

prompt.

→ irritation sweeps across the model’s features before misook can catch and cage it. it’s a split second exposure, revealing her true thoughts, but just as quickly as it comes, she schools her expression into something a little more neutral. granted, misook has never been an actress and traces of her emotions remain in the tension of her jaw and the slight furrow of her brows.

misook hardly knows the girl but she had wanted to understand how she could have taken such leaps so carelessly but, she realizes now, her questions may have made the girl anxious. so instead, she waves off the awkward interaction and finishes with, “well, certainly reach out if you ever desire to go back to where you were. i’m certain i could help patch some things up for you.”

[hrxmisook-blog]

✘hrduckie‌:

@hrxmisook

       “People trust me with their stories; they shouldn’t,” Duckie said to the woman. They were taking a small break during the photoshoot - something rare for him in recent years to do a photoshoot without his bandmates. “They really, really shouldn’t.“ The man was trying to keep clammed up after saying this, that would’ve been enough for Misook to know that something was up. Duckie was notoriously bad at keeping secrets.

It was because of Duckie’s gift of gab that he was labeled Kwakspo among Rubato’s fans, no information was safe as long as Duckie knew it and the company was well aware of it this far into the career. Any time a comeback was near - or any big sort of news regarding the band hadn’t been broken yet, he usually had his phone temporarily confiscated. He was trying to contain himself this time, though, as he really didn’t want to mess things up again.

misook’s full attention was swiftly given to her companion. the unnatural blue of the contacts used for the shoot made her gaze all the more intense. rising from her seat, misook moved herself closer to the man. throwing long, dark hair over her shoulder, she sat sideways on the same couch and rested her elbow against the seat’s headrest. tilting her head to the side, she smiled a sly, cheshire grin. as she leaned in closer, she fluttered her lashes before placing a delicate hand atop duckie’s forearm, lightly grazing her fingertips atop his skin. 

“you can’t say something like that and not elaborate. why don’t we become better friends and share a few stories?” the smile she gave now was a little more lighthearted. truth be told, misook was quite the gossip herself. if the musician had something juicy to spill, misook was all ears.

[hrhall]

MISC. SENTENCE STARTERS

Feel free to turn these into threads!

“  i wish i knew how to talk about it.  ”  

“  you don’t have to talk, we can just sit together.  ” 

“  i don’t want to be alone anymore.  ”  

“  i wish i could hate you. ” 

“  take a seat, we’re gonna be here a while. ”

“  i need you to trust me.  ”  

“ i missed/miss you. ”  

“  she/he won’t listen to me. ”

“  let me do this for you. please.  ” 

“  is there anything else you want to say to me?  ”

“  tell me something happy. ” 

“  promise me.  ”

“  i just want/wanted to help.  ”  

“  let me explain.  ”

“ i didn’t/don’t need you to understand, i just wanted/want you to support me. ”  

“ i’m on your side. ”

“ i’ve got your back, okay? ”

“  please, tell me you have a plan. ”

“  stay with me tonight. ”

“  don’t go. please.  ” 

“  i’ve been alone for so long i’m afraid i don’t know what it’s like not to be.  ” 

“ talk to me.  ”  

“ i did what i had to do.  ”

“  we can’t keep going on like this. ”

“ i’m just tired.  ”

“ i’m scared.  ”

“ it’s okay to be afraid. fear can be good. use it.  ”

“ it’s better to expect disappointment. ”

“ hope is dangerous.  ”

“  i like seeing you smile. ”  

“ you look beautiful.  ”  

“ be patient with her/him. they’re trying. ”  

“ i’m trying my best and it’s not good enough. it’s never good enough. ”

“  i’m starting to think i’m just fucked up.  ”  

“  have a drink with me.  ”

“ she/he is better off without me. but i guess that’s their choice. ”

“  you can’t dictate what’s best for someone else. ”

“ can i help you?  ”

“ i thought you’d like this. ”

“  do you wanna get out of here?  ”

“  walk with me?  ”

“  well, shit.  ”

[hrxmisook-blog]

ahhh, sorry i’ve been so absent! here and on blaqk. i promise i’ll be on soon as i hadn’t expected to have gotten so busy this week. in the mean time, thank you guys for being so patient with me. to new peeps, i’ll be hitting you up soon to plot. i’m very excited you guys are here and i want to give you my full attention once i message you. again, welcome new friends and thank you everyone else for being so patient!  ♡

[hrxmisook-blog]

❝ i made you coffee! ❞

prompt. | accepting.

→ misook is no bibliophile. matter of fact, the most she’s read in the past week has been an article one of the other wealthy spouses shared; something about a miracle fruit and all other sorts of ridiculousness misook knew better to believe. but, bibliophile or not, misook was well aware of lovely looking women. 

misook had only come to page turner by chance. her husband’s birthday was around the corner and, while the two shared no romantic interest, they were friendly. so, misook had gone out of her way to find him the odd book he had mentioned nearly a month ago. the bookkeeper, minjung - misook had learned - had been a great help in locating it. minjung had also been a welcomed sight that evening after a long day of stress. and so, misook’s interest had started from there.

as the weeks went by, misook found herself , more and more often, wandering in the direction of the bookshop until minjung knew her by name. now, it seemed as if misook had earned enough of the woman’s ‘friendship’ to be gifted a warm cup of coffee as she skimmed the shelves. 

offering minjung a smile, misook lifted her cup in silent salut before taking a careful sip. “you should join me. tell me about some of these books you have.”

[hrxmisook-blog]

✘hrkyuri·:

seldom was kyuri a fish out of water. but around the other lady - (maiden? princess? queen?) kyuri felt. like a splashing magikarp. that’s right. but that didn’t mean she didn’t like misook’s company. sometimes it felt like she was saying the wrong things, or not reacting in the same way, or — maybe they only needed to spend more time together, that’s all. maybe.

rather unsure of herself, it was still easy to get caught up in misook’s fun. the lifestyle was so different. glamorous. absolutely; expensive, definitely; out of her league- true. so again, why was she here? the blonde shot a smile at misook, probably a little lopsided and quivery, as if maybe her outfit was 100% wrong for wherever they were going. this was the nicest blouse she owned though. “so, where did you say you wanted to go again for the afternoon? i am all yours today, before i get a bit busy again! still trying to keep up with the schedule our manager has set out for us.” 

“one of the girls opened up a boutique. i thought we might do her the favor of showing up. i’ve seen a few of her pieces. they have a certain vintage chic quality to them. i thought it might be nice to have a look. afterwards, i was thinking dinner?” finally, misook looks up from her phone and provides kyuri her undivided attention. only then does she take the whole of kyuri’s appearance in, silently critiquing her outfit before giving a satisfactory nod. 

kyuri still has a way to go by means of designers, but she had not made an outfit choice that would prompt misook into asking her to promptly change. misook, however, does make a small adjustment to kyuri’s blouse, readjusting how it lays over the girl’s shoulders before pursing her lips and mumbling a soft ‘cute’. 

“you should let me know when you start to get busy again. i’ll treat you to a massage for all your hardwork,” she speaks, sending kyuri a playful wink as she leads the way to her car. her driver will be taking them to the boutique and that gives misook plenty of time to talk to one of the more adorable girls in hwaryung. “have you been scheduled for anything yet? i feel as if it’s only a matter of time before you’re whisked away by music shows and interviews.”

[hrxmisook-blog]

❝ i just need the heat on, a bunch of blankets, and a good movie. i can watch the snow from inside. ❞

prompt. | accepting.

→ dark brown eyes shift their attention from the man towards the white scenery in their wake. they watch the flutter of snowflakes and misook’s lips purse as she wraps her puffer coat tighter around her frame. beneath it, she’s wearing a dress that does nothing to shield her from the elements; it’s light, airy, and ethereal, perfectly tailored to suit the dream-like theme of their shoot. it’s beautiful, but his picture of warmth tempts her and misook can’t help the cock of her lips as she confidently responds, “you can’t paint such a picture if you’re not going to invite me along. i feel as if hypothermia is just one snowflake away.”

[hrxmisook-blog]

→   「 @hrdabin 」  if ever there was an emotion misook could erase, discomfort would be it. it was unfortunate the two were now in the same room. usually the sort of boy to share banter with the model, the lack of words was an obvious indicator something had thrown their interactions off. the two waited for her crew - unfortunately having ran late due to ‘unforeseen circumstances’ - to clear the space to make way for rubato’s photoshoot. 

impatient and uncomfortable in their shared silence, she wondered where the other boys were. they could have played a welcomed distraction and avoided their awkward situation. perhaps they were running late and had left their youngest member with another circle of adults that seemed more invested in their set than their model. “what’s the concept today?”

[hrhall]

DEEP STARTERS

Feel free to change these into threads!

“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?”

[hrxmisook-blog]

→   「 @hrgabriel​ 」  misook was selfish but, occasionally, she could be kind. rather, she could be mindful of when to present herself as such when the situation suited her. today, her kindness came from curiosity. it was no a regular occurrence for misook to find a foreigner in hwaryung, less so in a coffee shop on a weekday. so misook took it upon herself to find the reason for the boy’s visit. already she had paid for the boy’s coffee, strongly encouraging the barista to take the boy’s order and run it under her card. as the two waited for their drinks, misook offered a sly smile, brow raised as if the two were sharing a secret.  “if you don't mind my asking, from which country are you from?” 

[ivelizs]

beauty overload ❀♔

[hrxmisook-blog]

❝ you’re not getting sick again, are you? ❞

→ prompt.

→   colorful lids flutter and dark eyes glance towards the artist painting her face. it’s difficult to decipher bomi’s tone but misook is too exhausted to make an attempt. her night had been busy. her husband had arrived unexpectedly but just as quickly as he had come, he was being sent away, the pair only given the night to catch up and meet on the same page, in case her father thinks to ask either how their lives as a set are going. in which case, a night that would have been spent sleeping well with an overnight mask, had been wasted. collecting a breath, she lifts a hand and removes the makeup artist’s own, not unkindly, so she can take another long sip of her coffee. “no. do i look it? you should add more concealer, if that’s the case.”

[hrxmisook-blog]

i feel like i haven’t gotten much done over here yet so how about some folks like for a short starter and let’s get the ball rollin’ !!

[hrxmisook-blog]

❝ UGH. how long is it going to snow for? ❞

→ prompt.

→   “oh, sweetie, are you getting tired?”  words and tone are a mismatch. were anyone in the crew to hear her, she would seem like a concerned older sister; however, the two have interacted enough to know her words carry no concern. they’re better compared to bait, trying to coax the girl into giving up on her spread and returning home instead of weathering the increasing danger of icy roads.  “you’re not quite seasoned yet. no one would blame you if you went home. it’s difficult when you’re still a fawn.”

[hrxmisook-blog]

❝ so they shut down all the trains and buses… ❞

→ prompt.

→   “oh that’s just, that’s fantastic. that’s so wonderful.”  sarcasm drips from every syllable. in her current state, misook is doing a poor job of maintaining her composure. she’s one small incident away from having a complete meltdown on the side of a mountain. she hates having ever requested the day to herself. she should have at least kept her driver or, better yet, had simply made certain her phone was fully charged before she left her home. she was never going to play pretend as a dirty, wilderness hippie again.  “please, may i borrow your phone? i would rather not be stuck in this place for much longer.”