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@hwngtiff
fany just casually smiling and giving out mini hearts ♥
‘Sometimes the beauty of a crowd of people can become a nightmare for those who are terrified of crowds. Stories remain stories until you become a part of it. Who knows when you’ll figure out if that’s what you do want or not, right? They get to make that decision either way. ‘ He turns a blank gaze to her, a strained smile appearing at the question. He gave her a stare before replying. ‘Yes. I’d rather it remain that way than out in the open.’
— ✿ His words, despite a total contradictory view from her own, were certainly convincing. Her brows furrowed, a sense of conflict filling her lungs as she was left without words. She didn’t quite understand why the man would rather keep things to himself as she was one to wear her heart openly on her sleeve. Perhaps he was sad. Afraid? Alone--? “I don’t think I’ve caught your name yet, have I?” She shifts her small frame to face him, an awkward hand held out for his to shake. “My name is Stephanie, and yours..?”
jeongoks:
"Are you really going to mention this?”
— ✿ "Mention what? That I heard you pass a little toot 5 seconds ago? Come on, Kookie. Everyone farts. No need to be ashamed. Although, if you really are that embarrassed, I might as well use this against you someday.❞
hyunani:
〤—❛ Did you see? That guy over there was totally staring at you. He not only turned his head around once, but twice!❜
— ✿ Her gaze frantically scanned around the area, ignorance coating her innocent intentions as she failed to recognize her mate’s drift. “Do you think he needed something? Why didn’t he approach us?” A look of concern was all she offered, now genuinely anxious of what words the man had swallowed.
@91zks:
He gave her a look before his gaze followed hers, searching for whatever or whoever she was speaking of. Nothing. There was nothing beautiful to him there and he was utterly confused. ‘What are you talking about? It’s just a crowd of people.’ He muttered, lips pursed.
— ✿ "Just a crowd of people, and yet, each being posses their very own story. I just think it's beautiful how you don’t really know a person just by their physicality. And even if you do think you know everything about a close friend, they still have chapters that they've kept to themselves.” Her smiling eyes returned to his perplexed pair, studying the stranger before her as a warm grin crept up her lips. It was a bad habit of hers-- to start conversations to those she was not familiar with. “I mean, don’t you have chapters that haven’t been read by others?”
“Ah-” Her joke suddenly went out and to him, it honestly wasn’t even really that funny. Sure, it gave him a few tickles here and there but it wasn’t something he would laugh a lot about. Putting a smile on his face, he reached over to her and patted her head gently. “Aww well the joke was pretty cute. Don’t worry.” A cute joke was definitely something that you don’t hear everyday. Since when were jokes cute anyway?
— ✿ “You know you want to laugh-- You know I’m funny.” She pulled back, a huff threatening to emit from her lips as his hand came in contact with the top of her head. “I’m not a kid, y’know.” She reached out to pinch his nose, reminding him who’s older. “I haven’t seen you in a while, the least you could do is laugh at my jokes, even if it is out of pity. Do you have anything better than my banana joke, huh?”
@kyungsoomd
“They say my wavelength doesn’t match up to others–” He began, a solemn voice amidst the silence between them. Being stuck in an elevator sure did wonders for both of them. The complex boasted off its clear and quiet rooftop to its tenants but only a few could attest to the truth. Kyungsoo, being a frequent visitor there, knew the right way and the right buttons to press to get up to that floor. But maintenance repairs and a momentary power interruption led to this and that, and now two people were there, perhaps sweating a bit from the five minutes they’ve been forced to simmer and settle down with until someone responded to their emergency call downstairs.
“I mean, it’s not that I think highly of myself. I never do.” He clears it up, wanting to open up with the kind stranger who stepped up and bravely started the conversation with him. Though they initially panicked, they finally felt calm since the lights didn’t go off like the ones in the thriller/suspense genre of movies which ends in death pretty much 100% of the time. “I just think it’s rare to have people understand me sometimes. It’s like I’m stuck in my own bubble, like a hamster who doesn’t know what to do. Maybe I have a dysfunctional way of interacting with people? Or I just don’t jive in with them.”
He slumps against the side, sitting with his legs stretched out while looking at the woman from the opposite side of the elevator car. She didn’t look that young, nor did she look any older. There was no harm in sharing bits and pieces of him to someone who barely knew him. Maybe with that, he could patch up a truth about himself that he was struggling to realize. “I’m not going on the rooftop to jump, by the way– I heard they had nice hydrangeas on display and I needed some fresh air so I thought I’d pay a visit.”
— ✿ “Just because others cannot grasp your way of interaction, doesn’t mean you’re dysfunctional.” The silence descends once more. It is clear from his expression that the man before her genuinely thought lowly himself. It hadn’t been long since the elevator came into a sudden halt. Her once dismayed heart had now been embraced with relief as another being’s presence offered a sense of tranquil. His words generously coated with defeat, so strong she was able to feel it as it it were her own. His mind plagued with fears, and despite Stephanie’s growing concern, she didn’t quite understand why he thought being different was such an awful thing. For the short amount of time she’s lived in Seoul, many times the lines, “You’re weird,” and “that’s not normal” had been directed to her. But she didn’t feel discouraged. She never felt discouraged.
“Who are they to make you feel that way, right? Maybe you haven’t found the right people to connect with yet. I mean, I don’t think being different is a bad thing at all,” she said matter-of-factly. A stranger indeed, and yet she had already wanted to reach out to him. It may not be as serious as she had approached it, but there’s also a chance where it could also be worse. She studied his face, his features expressionless. His eyes were soft and kind, but a tint of coldness had painted over them.
Confusion had always struck her when that word is used as an insult. Isn’t every individual different? She thought. And what exactly was society comparing “different” to? She debated on whether to press the alarm button or wait until the lift decides to pick up itself. She wasn’t in a rush. Maybe she could accompany him for a breath of fresh air. It’s been a while since she had a peace of her own. Choosing the latter, she sat in the opposite corer, legs tucked beneath her ruffled skirt before finally breaking the comfortable silence with an introduction. “My name is Stephanie. And you are..?”
@pxkasher
— ✿ “What do you call shoes made out of bananas?” Her eyes intently held onto the confused male, waiting for some sort of response. Her small frame vibrated from mute giggles as the answer stood at the tip of her tongue. “SLIPPERS--!!!” She burst out an unattractive string of laughter before being discouraged by his humorless expression. “C-Come on.. I thought it was funny..”
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[ for every 🍂 I get, I’ll reveal one of the most important people in my muse’s life ] !!status: accepting. !!forward to: @yeriurtle
@hwngtiff 🍂 She’s one of my longtime friends AND bestfriends. When we first met, we clicked so well in so many ways. It was just like we were meant to know one another and meet. She’s funny and sweet and a big weirdo, honestly. She would do small things like leave me small ghei notes and come to bother me— It was actually one of my fave things to look forward to everyday. That was back when we weren’t so busy and off doing our own things though. Although we went from talking every day and every moment, the friendship we have will never change. She will always be someone important to me. I think we have that kind of friendship that easily settles back in once we’re together again. This cute weirdo with the pretty eye smile is definitely one of my favorite people and I hope she knows that.
DEAR DYING HIPPOPOTAMUS,
[ Do it. Dear ____ ]!!status: accepting. !!forward to: @hwngtiff
Dear dying hippopotamus,
HEY YOU. YEAH YOU. You with the pretty eye smile. It’s funny. We don’t talk as much as we used to but I still consider you one of my close friends. We were pretty inseparable at one time, weren’t we? Making each other laugh and just being dumb and ghei. Not to mention how we would sit and listen to the most ridiculous things the other had to say or lend an ear when the other was sad. Not gonna lie but I miss our phone calls. Remember those? And you’d fall asleep on me and I’d just kinda sit there and wait until I was fully sure you were asleep. Pfft. Now that I think about it, that’s hella ghei. You know, despite how things are, It wouldn’t change things between us. At least for me. We can easily jump right back in as if we hadn’t gone weeks not talking and all of that. I’ll always welcome you with open arms. You’re also one of the people I consider a best friend. Ah, too bad I couldn’t send you those V-Day chocolates or that stuffed bear that one time. That aside, just know I will always be your morkberry. lol And you, my strawberry midget. As long as you’re happy, then I’ll be happy because your happiness is important to me. Everyone’s happiness really. I love you, ice cream pabo.
♥ Your Morkberry
runaway love. ( au )
oshne:
Pulling out his car in front of the mentioned wedding hall, he fixed his bow slightly, to make himself at least look decent even though he was here merely for the catering service his family provides and the groom invited him. He didn’t want to be here either if he could choose, after all he certainly didn’t have a great past with the groom. Xi Luhan is just another spoiled brat, what makes him more annoying than he sounds is that he’s so spoiled that he began to disrespect others and once he got himself into trouble, he would call his men to help him and that’s the one thing that he laughed about because surely, this guy is just merely a weak man with men as his bodyguards. He stepped out from his car, signalling his workers to bring out the foods and to arrange them before he went into the ·hall, observing the almost empty place quietly as he wait for his workers to arrange the foods - he wandered around the hall, giving light smiles once in awhile as he bumps into several workers here and there.·
Before he knew it, he had reached the backstage area where there were many rooms down the hall but only one door closed. Turning on his heels, he surely didn’t want to seek for any trouble for being here, but the sniffling sound from the closed door stopped him. His curiosity was piqued and for a moment, his mind debated whether he should knock on the door or just leave as he was sure it’s none of his business but his curiosity got the best of him - and next thing he knew, he was already pushing the door open before his mind finishes debating. There sat a young and beautiful-looking woman, whom he assume to be his bride since she was wearing a lace wedding dress that hugged her curves perfectly with her makeup all done ( although her mascara were slightly smudged ) and bouquet of flowers on her hands.·“W-who are you?” she stuttered, speaking in broken Chinese - her brown orbs staring at him in fear. She totally looked like a lost puppy for the moment. “So I’m assuming you’re the bride,” instead of answering, he closed the door behind him quietly before walking over to sit beside the woman.·“Don’t worry, I’m not one of your husband-to-be’s men.” he assured, but the woman seemed not to understand what he was saying. She probably didn’t even understand Chinese, he clicked on his tongue before deciding to re-explain with gestures.·
“I’m sorry, I can’t understand your language well - I’m Korean” she speaks slowly, again in broken Chinese, but he managed to catch a few words, and the fact that she was a Korean. “It’s okay, so why were you crying before? wanna talk about it?” he spoke, again with his body language still, he was sure that he looked like some fool at the moment, even the young woman seemed to be amused at his gesture as she cracked a light smile.·
— ✿ “You look beautiful, Stephanie.” Indeed, she did look beautiful. The way her long tresses tumbled over her shoulders, its soft curls creating a wave of its own golden sunrise against the barely lit room, the way her lips softened into blossomed rubies as the lavished lipstick grazed her nude lips, the way her cobalt-black lashes curved upwards, tickling her lilac eyelids upon every blink of her eyes, and the way her long-awaited dress immaculately embraced her petite frame, holding her structures within every sharp and soft curves. Every physical aspect on the young woman deemed beauty and perfection and yet, she, herself did not feel beautiful. For months now, a stone had been nesting upon her heart. Today was the day where her, supposedly, “best day of a woman’s life” ends up coinciding with her worst. It was a matter of talent of the soul to discover the underlying joy among the ill-fated pain she had been unfortunately endowed with. Stephanie was one to be optimistic about nearly anything appointed to her. However, the mere thought of spending the rest of her life with her, no other, childhood friend, only made her feel sick to her stomach. True love was a joint experience between two people. Both sides must feel butterflies within the mere presence of their beloved other. But that has never been the case with Stephanie. It never has, nor it ever will. Not with Xi Luhan.
She felt uncomfortable around the few ladies that had been tugging, plucking, altering, and playing around with her appearance for her wedding day. Her wedding day that she had absolutely no say in. She didn’t want to disappoint her parents, but it was against all scientific reasoning for two people with different characters, different upbringings, and different likings to suddenly find themselves committed to living together, sleeping together, and sharing two destinies that perhaps were fated to go in opposite directions. He loved her. She saw it in his eyes. But what was most unsettling was the fact that she could not return his devoted gaze. She gave Luhan’s workers a few bows of feigned gratitude as they begin to exit the room, offering the bride a moment to collect herself. She glanced at her own reflection, capturing every moment as her tears began to greet her rosy cheeks. Finally giving in, she presses her hands into her palms, wiping away the hours of hard work that was placed upon her pale visage. She didn’t want to get married. No. That wasn't not it. She didn’t want to get married with him.It was to no one’s surprise when her sniffles and whimpers had managed to lure someone inside the room. But even so, she jumps from her seat at the sight of an unfamiliar figure.
Hesitantly, but surely, she smiles. It was a genuine smile that crept along the soft curves of her lips. It had been too long since she last felt her twinkling eyes mimic her lips' small crescents and the fact that a stranger was the only one who was able to instill a sense of comfort upon her dismay, bared her desperation. She tried her best to comprehend his overly dramatic gestures as a series of laughter bubbled from her throat. He’s cute. She shook away the brief thought as her hapless reality forced her to reach back out to her senses. She took his presence as fate, and she was in no way of letting him slip through her fingers. He can help her.·“You.. Hmm.. Err--You help me?” Her brows furrowed together as she gathered the few mandarin words she knew to form what she was able to work with. She points towards the slender finger that would soon have a diamond ring wrapped around it and she then shakes her head in disapproval. “I don’t-- Hm. I don’t like here. I don’t love him. Please.. Help me.”·
anxmone:
“Whoops?” that was the only thing he could, stunned after hearing the loud yelling and how people even stopped around and huddled up to where the loud noise came from. He kept looking at her while kneeling down, fetching up the items. Oh shit she looks mad he thought while he action was taking place- “Did I hurt you?”
— ✿ Truthfully, at that very moment, she almost broke into tears.Her eyes painted her fatigue as it subtly laced with her rare anger-- a side she was taught to never show. The books she spent hours on organizing alphabetically now laid scattered on the floor, all because of a man who could not control his inept feet. Nevertheless, a hushed sigh was all that spilled from her lips as she straightens her posture, washing away her grievance with her youthful features, hoping to instill a sense of warmth towards the tensed male.·“Not at all! I’m truly sorry for shouting at you like that.. I let my frustration get the best of me, but I’m okay!”
mysxtry:
— & jh && ; For a moment he believed she was teasing him, not thinking it possible for her not to have even the smallest dirty thought about his words, but something else told him she really was an innocent girl. “Sleeping, of course. What else?” He spoke as if what he said was obvious, raising his eyebrows and widening his eyes. “They give me headaches”
— ✿ “That doesn’t sound very exciting.” Her tone fades into a monotone as the smile that once plastered upon her lips soon pacified under a subtle, yet evident frown. Unbeknownst towards the older woman, she never understood why people napped solely to fulfill their satisfaction. “Why sleep in the middle of the day? Isn’t that just wasting precious hours?”
parkxyeol:
When ever Stephanie would offer help or give her opinion on anything that the taller male would be doing, he would ignore it. Only because he couldn’t swallow his pride and accepting that he may be doing something wrong since Stephanie is always right. It was in Chanyeol’s personality to think he is always right which clashes horribly with almsot everyone he meets in his life. It was a miracle that Stephanie has enough patience to stay with such a stubborn ass, a nickname frequently used by his other friends. And Chanyeol is grateful to have such a friend like Steph but he still doesn’t listen. Taking a quick glance at what the girl was talking about, he shook his head almost immediately as he picked up the wrong piece and a couple of screws. “No way–Look, this clearly goes here. Just look at the photo on the box, the piece goes here!”
— ✿ Her mother had always taught her to never look down upon another unless she was helping them up. It has been in her nature ever since to try and be as useful as she can around others. It was not solely for the sake of generosity, but helping others also provided her with a sense of satisfaction knowing she has done a good deed. Though in this case, it was stubbornness that guarded the bubble around her obstinate younger companion. It wasn’t a common case where Stephanie would feel her patience wear thin, and yet with Chanyeol’s firm determination to prove her otherwise, she resorts to emit a sigh of defeat whilst her fingertips still clutch onto the desk manual. “Channie, that makes absolutely no sense! That doesn’t even look like what it’s supposed to!” She raises her voice to respond to his own. “When will you learn noona’s always right, mhm?”
aixleehyori:
“What do you mean I’m going to be late? They told me it’s at 2:30, it’s 1:30 now! How can they just change the time like that!?” she huffed in her phone. Today was a busier day among others; Hyori had a business meeting and photo shoot to attend to all in the same day which made things difficult – and a bit stressful. It didn’t help she woke up late this morning causing her to rush. Still a bit tired, she decided that perhaps getting some coffee would help things go a bit smoother. Coffee. Meeting. Right. All her ducks were in a row – or so it seemed until she got this call.
Now that the meeting was moved up an hour early without her notice, she was becoming overwhelmed and even more stressed. Because of that, now her whole day was practically ruined. Abruptly hanging up, she grabbed her coffee quick, walking towards the door. Could this day get any worse? Just as she looked down to her phone again, getting ready to answer the next call, she collided with another person, not only spilling their coffee on her, but her own as well. It didn’t help any that that was her outfit to go to the meeting in. It seems like it just did.
— ✿ Stephanie has always been a girl with childish notions. Whether it be about love or the complexity of nonchalant morbid doings. One of her many beliefs was that there were no such things as coincidences in life. She believed that everything and everyone that wandered in and out of one’s life were there for some kind of purpose, even if they were only present solely for the intention of causing harm. It was a bleak Sunday evening as a string of grey clouds hovered against the sky when Stephanie found herself scampering aimlessly around the streets. It wasn’t anything unusual for the woman, though, as she was still familiarizing herself with the given area. Besides, it had only been a month since she withdrew herself from her vigilant parents’ embraces.
Her eyes ambled about as it carelessly drifted around elsewhere, coupling with her seemingly uncoordinated legs until her small frame clashes against another body. Her eyes widened as she was abruptly forced to reach for her senses. Oh my, what a pretty lady. I wonder what her mother looks like.. She thought, unaware of the woman’s clear frustration which had now formed into words. It was as if her voice tackled in one ear, and out the other. Drops of coffee began to trickle upon Steph’s feet and only then did she realize the situation the duo was placed in. "Oh. D-Did I really do this?”
pxkasher:
Asher scratched his head and pursed his lips, thinking of what he can do in return. “Well I can do anything. You name it, I do it. After the massage.” He brought a finger up and wiggled it at her playfully.
— ✿ Her eyes widened for a moment, surprised that the younger, yet taller male took on her playful approach. “Will you promise me two buckets of ice cream?” Her nose crinkles in slight concern as she pushes his finger away. "I've never done such things before so don't expect a good session."