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@hrxseth
OOC
Alright it’s been a long time coming if you’ve seen my lack of activity but I’m dropping my boys (seth, daehyun and jungjin). My job is demanding so much of me that when I get home I just no longer have the energy to write. It’s been a pleasure writing with a lot of you here and getting to talk with such sweet people. Thank you for giving my boys a chance.
I am not too late, am I? I owe you a birthday cupcake. Happy birthday!
No, you’re not late at all, it is still my birthday for a few hours. Thank you Jisoo, I can’t wait :)
“𝘴𝘰 𝘸𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘺 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯, ‘𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘸𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘨”
𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲 𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐨𝐡 𝐬𝐞𝐡𝐮𝐧 ♡
hrxblaqk·:
blaqk responds with laughter and he shakes his head. he could understand why it could be frustrating, but he’s soft-hearted. he’s in the worst career to believe in true love. he’s essentially barred from it but the musician still carries the faith that he will find his soulmate when the time comes. it may take him years, but he hasn’t given up yet.
“yes, it would be difficult to tell, but how cute would it be if you were with someone and you only found out you had already met after you already knew you loved them? have you ever heard how some believe you can cross paths with your soulmate multiple times and not know it. as if the universe has always been pulling you together.” there’s a hint of excitement to his voice but, seconds after he’s said it, he feels a hint of embarrassment.
to relax himself, blaqk rolls his shoulders in a loose shrug and looks towards the crowd once more. dark eyes study strangers but soon those same eyes are drifting to his companion. he takes in the man once more and gives a small smirk. if he’s made a fool of himself, at least blaqk has his anonymity.
“if you met someone, you wouldn’t want it to be a surprise? you wouldn’t test your fate?”
A part of him still wants to argue with the mysterious man at his side that even if soulmates were being pushed toward each other by the universe, there would still be no way for them to know that they had crossed paths multiple times, unless they were actually paying attention to strangers around them and memorizing faces. But he had heard that saying before, and there had been one instance when he had been in high school when one of his friends had met someone and it had been obvious to everyone in their small group of friends that those two were meant to be, which was crazy considering you’re still quite young in high school. They were still together to this day.
“Yes, I heard that saying before.” He nods and keeps his gaze on the man. “You mean if I was to meet someone tonight?” he asks, and he thinks about it. Would he be able to leave without knowing their name? Without a way to get in touch with them? Without even being able to see their face? “I don’t think I would be able to. If I felt…something while talking to that person, something like a connection, I would want a way to get in touch with them as soon as possible. I know that some people say that the wait makes it all worth it and I agree that sometimes it’s good to wait or take your time, but there are other times where it’s like…why wait if it’s right there and it feels right?” He’s not sure if he’s making any sense and he also doesn’t know how or when their conversation ended up taking such a serious turn but here they are.
And the more they talk, the less he knows how to tell the other that he kind of wants to see him without his mask because it feels inappropriate to ask now, in the middle of a conversation about soulmates. It’s not like he feels that the other is his soulmate. He’s just been enjoying his company a lot and talking with him had come so naturally, so easily. He thinks he wouldn’t mind spending time with the other man again, maybe in a more casual setting, over coffee maybe. Is that strange?
“You’d rather take the risk? To believe that the universe is going to make you cross path with your special someone again?”
“ i just wanted to help. ”
“Well if that’s the kind of help you’re going to give than don’t fucking bother from now on,” he snapped and immediately regretted it. He felt his anger seep out and the tension leaving his shoulders, leaving him to move to sit on the edge of the sidewalk, curling up on himself until his elbows were resting on his knees. He took a deep breath as he ran his hands through his hair and exhaled slowly before looking at the boy who was still standing nearby, looking quite small despite how tall he was.
The boy truly hadn’t done anything wrong per say. It was true that he had wanted to help, Seth could tell, and it really wasn’t the boy’s fault if things just got worse instead of getting better. He doesn’t know if what happened will end up being talked about on social media, probably as it usually was always the case. And the boy is probably not even aware that he unwillingly got himself dragged into a situation. That strangers hiding behind their screens will probably talk about him and tear him apart. He wishes he could have protected him from this.
“Look, I’m sorry,” he eventually tells him, “I didn’t mean to snap.” He had just been still upset over what had happened, over this asshole who wouldn’t leave him alone. Still, that was no excuse. “I’m actually a bit thankful because I’m rid of him for now and it’s all because you stepped in, but I just…well I guess I wish you hadn’t seen that.” He brushes his wet hair away from his eyes and tries to wipe his face with a piece of his t-shirt that’s still dry. It’s not easy considering he’s dripping after having water thrown at him.
“What’s holding you back?”
It seemed like an innocent question and Seth was sure that Seungbin had no idea just how loaded it truly was. But in the end, he feels like it can all be boiled down to one thing. “Fear,” he replies as he pokes at the cherry tomato in his salad before roughly stabbing it and bringing it to his mouth to eat. “Isn’t it what’s usually stopping everyone from doing the things they’d like to do?”
It wasn’t always like this. He remembers being a child and being unafraid to try new things, to walk up to strangers and just talk. It had felt so easy back then. But then he had grown up, just like everyone else, and somewhere along the years, he has lost a bit of that courage. But maybe it’s just an excuse to protect himself, because he knows he’s not always afraid. That he often tries new things and that he’s able to talk to strangers without the conversation turning into a disaster.
But seeking help? That was the scariest. You had to be ready to be vulnerable in front of someone else and maybe a part of him felt ashamed that he had let himself reach a point where he needed help in the first place. Thoughts kept plaguing him at night when he couldn’t sleep. Whispers from his inner demons. What would your mother say? Your father would be so disappointed. They didn’t raise you only for you to end up like this.
“But it’s going to be fine,” he says as he pushes his barely touched salad aside and grabs his glass to take a long gulp of water instead. He’s not really believing his own words. He sets the glass down and starts playing with the watch on his left wrist. “Let’s talk about something less depressing. What have you been up to? Are you debuting soon?”
EX’ACT Album Jacket Photoshoot with Sehun
lonely together
hrjisoo·:
[...]
“i’m jisoo, by the way.” he figures the name share isn’t too much, because this wasn’t a short transit after all. the name is enough, but he stuffs his sketchbook away entirely for, that was more private ( yea okay, maybe he doesn’t want everyone to see his crappy sketches that look more like blobs, especially when he isn’t going for an abstract or surreal vision. the ever-tough critic, cue eyeroll. )
and for some reason, the silence and buzz of the busyness in the bus makes him more brazen than usual, jisoo continuing with the questioning. if he’d kept his mouth shut from the beginning, but either way, they’re here at this point now, and jisoo’s a curious fellow. in fact, he prides himself on recognizing faces and he doesn’t know this one at all. sharp brows, eyes, and all that. “considering the fact that i was raised here… i don’t think i’ve seen you around hwaryung before. which corner of town have you been keeping yourself in?”
“Oh wow, that’s awesome!” he exclaimed when his seat neighbour revealed that he was a graphic designer. He was sincere too when he said that. He was sure that it couldn’t be easy to come up with new ideas for logos or packaging or anything that needed graphic design really, which was…a lot of things! One only needed to look around them to find a bunch of things that must have been created by a graphic designer. Drawing had always been something he wished he could have been good at. Unfortunately, that wasn’t the case. He was doomed to draw stick figures.
The other’s unexpected honesty feels like a breath of fresh air in his world that’s often build with masks and lies and pretenses. It’s quite refreshing and it makes him bite back a furious envy to laugh. “You know, there is a difference between seeing it online and actually experiencing it yourself. A picture will never let you enjoy the smell, the sounds, the wind, the heat, the rain, whatever the weather is like that day. But look at you, finally going out on your own! I’m so proud,” he says, pretending to wipe a tear. He is hoping that the other won’t mind his gentle teasing considering they are still strangers. Or well, maybe not anymore now that he has a name to associate with his neighbour.
“Nice to meet you Jisoo, I’m Seth.” He would have offered him his hand to shake, but instead Jisoo kept himself busy by putting his things away so Seth just kept his hand to himself. He shifts a bit on his seat to make himself comfortable, trying to fit his legs in the small space, along with Jisoo’s legs that were also long, plus their backpacks. Challenging, but not impossible. He willingly changes his expression so that it looks like he is suspicious of Jisoo. He’s not, not really even if he doesn’t know anything about him. He’s not getting any weird vibes from the other.
Still he says, to maybe fluster him a little, “Why? Are you planning to stalk me after I tell you?” He cannot keep the pretense for too long though and soon he’s laughing, hiding his mouth behind his palm. “I’ve only been here for three years. I grew up in San Francisco. I moved here because I got offered a contract with an agency.” And then he adds, “I’m a model.” He feels like it’s only right for him to reveal what he does as a job considering that Jisoo extended that kind of courtesy to him.
Poor diet ☾ Jiyeon + Seth
hrjiyeon·:
[...]
As she stood, she grabbed what she needed to grab and headed to the room she had been told the patient was in, stopping by the nurse’s station to look over the paperwork to confirm that what she had been told on the form was correct before going in.
With a light knock on the door, she stepped in and saw that he was awake.
“Glad to see you’re up Mr…” she said, glancing down to the name on the paper. “Moon. People are quite worried for you,” she said in ways of a greeting, offering what she hoped was a kind smile before walking closer to his bed. “I see that you’re eating what was left here for you, that’s good. I’m one of the dietitians and nutritionists in the hospital here, my name is Park Jiyeon. Do you mind if I ask you a few questions?”
Ah. He should have known that they were not going to let him go quietly. He didn’t know why he kept hoping that this would happen every time he ended up at the hospital when it never did. He knew that they had to ask him questions to figure out what was going on with him, but it didn’t mean he had to like it. Still, he sighed before nodding. “You can ask away, but please call me Seth.”
Being called Mr.Moon reminded him too much of his father and it wasn’t a bad thing per say. After all, he liked his father and didn’t have any problems with him, but he was also not his father’s age and he was just used to others calling him by his first name. When people wanted to know why he didn’t like being called Mr.Moon and that he had to explain, that was usually when things turned into what felt like a interrogation.
It felt no different when doctors wanted to know about his reason for being here. He knew they were there to help, but he didn’t like digging to try and understand what had led him to this point. And yet, he never refused to answer them. He reached out for another slice of orange and proceeded to eat it while he waited for the nutritionist’s questions.
Hi everyone! First of all thank you to all those of you who sent me asks. I will get to them soon I promise.
But if I am stopping by real quick it's to apologize again for my slow thread replies. I was planning on doing them tonight but I am currently feeling very sick so I will have to delay again.
Thank you for your patience!
“ you don’t have to talk, we can just sit together. ”
He looked at Seungbin as if the boy had grown another head. “Are you sure?” he asked because it was never that simple. When there was something wrong with you, most people wanted to hear why. At the same time, maybe it was easy for the other boy to tell him that he didn’t need to talk. There was a possibility he didn’t want to hear anything anyway and that was just his way to let Seth know, without having to be blunt about it. Seth honestly didn’t know Seungbin’s reason for saying that, but he was going to take him up on his offer anyway.
“Thank you,” he eventually said before sitting down on one of the stairs. Something was hurting him, something invisible to the eye, but it was there, inside of him, festering. But he didn’t know how to put it into words, and even if he had been able to, he didn’t think it would have been right to share it right here. A part of him wondered if Seungbin would actually stay with him if he decided not to talk.
There was more to it than just that though. Seungbin had caught him. He had seen just how low his life had gotten. Seth had expected to be lectured about how he shouldn’t be doing that, that it was bad for him, that he should seek help. None of that had came out of the other boy’s mouth though. Instead, it had just been an offer to stay quiet and sit. He took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, suddenly feeling so exhausted. He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees.
Silence settled between them and he let it stay like that for a while. His fingers were nervously twirling his pack of cigarettes in between his knees, but he didn’t pull one out. Eventually, hesitantly, he dared ask, albeit quietly, as if scared that speaking too loudly would spook Seungbin away, “do you ever feel like…no matter what you do, it’s just never going to be enough?”
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. ”
Glow ☾ Hyemin + Seth
@hrhyemin
Seth glances at his watch as he arrives at a crosswalk, stopping at the edge of the sidewalk while he waits for the light to change. He’s happy to find out that he’s not running late. He had been scared that it was going to end up being the case when work ran longer than planned and then he had to hurry home to wipe his makeup off, but he was sure there must still be some glitter on his face despite his best efforts to get rid of everything.
The sign across the street changes so he follows the few pedestrians also going in that direction. Once he’s on the other side, he grabs his phone from his pocket and unlocks it to check the address he’s supposed to go to, and then he looks up and searches the number above the door of the shop in front of him so he can figure out which way to go. Once that’s done, he heads left.
It only takes a few minutes for him to find his destination. He smiles, although that’s hidden behind the black facemask he’s wearing, and he pockets his phone before pulling the door open and slipping inside. After walking a little, he eventually finds the person he’s supposed to meet here. He walks over to her and lightly taps on her shoulder. “I’m here,” he announces, keeping his mask for now, but he opens his arms wide to pull her into a hug. “Have you been waiting for a long time?”
He had taken the time to message her earlier, back when he thought he might end up running late, but still. He lets her lead the way as they head further inside and reach a counter where he proceeds to pay for both his entry and hers. The employee behind the counter hands them each a mini golf club and some balls. “Do you often go mini-golfing?” he asks her as he returns his wallet to his pocket.
hrxdaniel·:
starter for @hrxseth·
Daniel doesn’t remember when or how did he get himself a profile on tinder - it was maybe out of desperation on a drunken night - but he more than occasionally finds himself scrolling through it, absentmindedly liking profiles of people he finds attractive out of boredom.
Most of the time nothing happens after it, even if they match, there aren’t more than a few messages he exchanges with the person before they mutually drop each other. And he doesn’t mind that, it’s not like he’s actively searching for anyone, it’s all just for fun for him.
And yet here he is, currently freaking out over a notification of him matching with someone. Said someone is some guy named Seth, but he is just so attractive, Daniel is actually dumbfounded by someone like him being on tinder.
Also the fact that he is uh, a little stoned - he doesn’t smoke a lot, just occasionally when he wants to unwind a little - doesn’t help much either, not really when it makes him impulsively open up the app and send a message to the other man.
[ from: daniel ] bees?
The app had become something he visited to kill boredom in between shoots or backstage before a runway show, when he had a couple minutes to go smoke outside. He wasn’t really expecting anything to come out of it. Oh, he had talked with some of his matches and even met some of them, but it was always clear that nothing serious was going to come out of it. What even was romance nowadays right? A part of him found it sad, but the other part of him just thought it was more convenient that way. He didn’t have time to waste. He was too busy. But maybe that was part of the problem.
So maybe he had swiped some pictures of guys who were around his age and who didn’t live in another country. And maybe he had forgotten about it, that is until his phone vibrated as he stepped out of the shower, running a towel through his hair before wrapping it around his waist and picking the electronic device from where he had left it on the corner of the sink. He brings the screen to life and sees the notification from the app, so he taps on it as he leaves the warmth of his bathroom and is met with the cool air in his apartment. Goosebumps appear on his skin and he hurries toward his bedroom so he can get dressed.
He sees the message as he reaches his closet and he immediately arch both eyebrows. As far as greetings go, he was pretty sure he had seen it all. From comments about his ass, his face, to unsolicited dick pics to just a simple ‘hey there’, but this? He wonders if the other person wanted to send a text message to a friend and accidentally sent it via the dating app instead. Still, he’s a bit curious to see what turn this conversation will take if he replies to it so after quickly putting sweat pants on and a t-shirt, he climbs on his bed and types his reply.
[from: Seth]
our fantastic honey-producing queens
What about them?
hrkarin·:
the girl is nineteen and aware that she now carries the intimidating label of being an adult. but moments like these, especially with one so friendly, leaves her being a bit more playful. grinning coquettishly she strikes a pose in front of him, exaggerated enough that one would know she wouldn’t dare bring it to a photoshoot but subtle enough that nobody around them would look at her with displeasure.
❝ thank you! gotta show off right? ❞ karin winks at him. ❝ i’m kidding. but this dress is actually really comfortable, i’m almost tempted to get it myself but…we’ll have to see about my budget first. ❞ idly she glances down again, fingers picking at the cloth, feeling the airy lightness and gossamer softness a bit more. satisfied, her head turns back up to look at his face in the mirror — since she couldn’t exactly see him face to face right now!!
❝ i just finished midterm season and i don’t even want to think about what happened there…but hey it gives me a few weeks until finals anyways! ❞ with some luck she’s also been allowed to take all the courses part-time which meant being a few steps behind her fellow classmates — but they weren’t exactly in the same position as her. ❝ what about you? what goes on for you these days? anything interesting? ❞
He has to bite back a smile upon seeing Karin’s antics. “Should we try to see if it’s possible for you to get it for a lower price, if not for free?” He knew that it always depended on the type of shoot. Some clothes were only loaned for the shoot and needed to be returned, but sometimes it was possible for models to buy some at a lower price. When the pieces were super rare or exclusive though, that was out of the question. It couldn’t hurt to ask the stylist though. Hell, he has even seen models steal clothing from shoots or runway shows before. He’s never done it himself and he’s not planning on ever doing it either, but he’s also not about to suggest it to Karin. He has no doubt that she might be witness of that happening eventually anyway, if she hasn’t already.
The makeup artist moves on to his lips now, so he knows that she’s almost done getting him ready for the shoot. The fact he has to remain quiet is good because he can just continue listening to Karin as she tells him about school. He presses his lips together after they’ve been covered with gloss. He hates gloss. This one is too sticky too. It smells good at least. Anyway. “Hopefully it went well,” he tells her as he finally turns to face her now that his makeup is done.
“Hm me? Mostly work. I’ve also been watching too many series on Netflix. But I’ve also met some really interesting people,” he says as a few pop in his mind, causing him to smile again. “I think that maybe I should try dating. What do you think?” There is no correlation between the people he met and the fact he wants to date though.
Strike a pose ☾ Junjae + Seth
hrjunjae·:
IT NEVER CROSSED HIS MIND THAT ONE day he may end up modelling professionally. the boy had been asked before during the rare moments he ran behind the scenes of some broadcast but it had never been of an interest to him. his mother was a woman who lived among the stars. even after he was born and maybe even after his brother was born there was always the look in her eyes that begged to be a part of the light. not him.
yet he could not say no to a friend. also, the idea of simply going to a city in a prefecture he’s heard many unique things about and for free to struck his fancy. so here he was in a plane with the source of his job offer. there’s a big grin on his face, legs childishly fluttering back and forth in excitement.
❝ – no problem! i’ve never been to okinawa before…the main cities but the island always felt a bit out of the way for the surrounding people,❞ he says with a shake of his head. this would be interesting, he’s had a few lessons in japanese from a certain friend, but he’s also read that the city had their own dialect.
❝ – but i’m really excited! you can probably tell.❞ he can’t help but laugh. ❝ – and i’ve always wanted to see the culture and heritage. those are my favourite pats about travelling! is it weird to say that right now the older the better? ❞
When Junjae laughs, Seth feels his mouth stretch into a smile. It’s just impossible to keep a straight face when the younger boy is being like this. He shakes his head at the last question as an answer. “No, I agree with you. Like, don’t get me wrong, I like how convenient modern things are, but I also think it’s nice to pull away from that from time to time and experience a bit of the past. And there’s the atmosphere too. It often feels reverent, like you feel like you have to be quiet and just…soak everything in.” He’s not sure if he’s making sense, but that’s usually how he feels whenever he ends up somewhere isolated (or old, or in the nature) all alone.
“Anyway we should have a bit of time to ourselves, to go explore. But of course there’s work first,” he says and he wonders if perhaps he should have told Junjae everything they were going to have to do before inviting him. Maybe he should tell him now? “Hey Junjae, I know you’ve never really done this before so let me know if there’s something that you’re nervous about or if you need help with something okay?” He’s a bit worried because he remembers how he used to be when he first started, not used to be in front of the cameras. He doesn’t know if Junjae is comfortable with that or not. He’s probably okay since he agreed to this, but just in case…
“Also tomorrow I’m going to buy you a meal to thank you so start thinking about what you would like to eat.”
hrjiho·:
[...]
… a small frown over his features, Jiho wondered if something was wrong with the TV. He reached for his remote to turn up the volume, only then to hear the other talk for the first time ever since both of them were settled in the room.
“There probably is but I need to watch this.”
He did not hesitate to answer the question with a blank face before he turned up the volume.
“Give me five minutes, please. Then you can watch something else.”
… he was sincere, maybe.
“Are you fan of any current active musicians?”
Jiho asked just to start a light conversation.
His eyes widened when he saw the other man reach for his own remote and turn the volume back up. The audacity! He stared at him for a few seconds longer before grabbing his own remote again and turning the volume down. They were still able to hear what was being said on the screen, but it didn’t feel like they were in a damn movie theater with Dolby surround sound. “Look, you can watch this if you want, I don’t mind, even though I am sure there must be something more interesting to watch than pretty faces lip-synching while shaking their hips on stage and doing hair flips, but at least please keep the volume to a reasonable volume,” he said as he put his remote aside again and settled back into his bed.
He was mentally cursing the fact that the blanket was too thin to keep him warm when he heard the other asking him a question. He turned his head in his direction. He knew that his comment about idols earlier was a bit harsh. He knew some people in that industry and he knew that some of them were really talented and were working really hard, but he also knew that others were not.
“I don’t really listen to kpop groups,” he eventually answered. “I mostly listen to American and British artists.” It wasn’t his fault that he had spent 20 years of his life in the United States after all. Of course, his mother used to listen to some of the older groups when he was still a child, but he mostly became aware of the hallyu wave when his girl friends in high school started showing him groups and things like that. Some groups had good songs and he’d sometimes add the music to his mp3 player, but he was only being kept up to date by his American friends, which was funny considering he was the one now living in Korea.
“I take it you must be a fan of one of the groups if you insist on watching this?”
