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someone who adores our sunshine boy.

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gi.

let’s get this straight: there wasn’t anything wrong with the activity that was taking place there, in fact gi was happy for these people but couldn’t they be less loud ? or at least go a little further into the woods ? whatever was going inside their heads — which didn’t seem like much, obviously — was a bussiness gi didn’t wanna be a part of, just laugh it off.

she could maybe still be a little drunk because when she tried to sit properly her body protested in return, gi loved sleeping on the floor but this wasn’t exactly flooring, just ground with grass and everything. her apparance could be a revelear of what she was doing hours before passing out, but she couldn’t care less. instead she chuckles next to the other, hearing the sounds haulting just seconds later. ‘ my god … that was something.’

he seemed just as interrupted as her, so she couldn’t help but laugh a little bit louder, the situation was hilarious nevertheless. ‘ good for them. ’ gi stated, looking up at the sky in the meantime. ‘ sorry the woke you up, at least you didn’t dream with the sounds. ’

☆・*。//

*content warning: nsfw-ish?

when the sounds cease suddenly, much to sungmin’s relief, his stare lingers in the direction that the obscene noises had come from. “thank goodness. i thought it’d never end.” he mutters under his breath, barely audible. adding to the other’s comment, he mumbles, “that was really inconsiderate to everyone else…” though he can’t be entirely certain, his assumptions have him convinced that it could be nothing less than an inappropriate act for a camping trip.

as he pulls his jacket tighter, he prays that there would be no further disruptions tonight. he was already finding it a challenge to sleep without the luxury of controlled heating. (he was definitely a city dweller, not an outdoorsman in the slightest.) he didn’t need any other reasons to keep him from getting enough rest.

though everything that transpired makes him uncomfortable, he replies, “it’s fine.” sometimes moving on from awkward things is the easier path. “what are you doing up, by the way?” he asks as he continues to tend to the fire, bringing back some life to it. the embers appear brighter than they did when he had first come out, at least to him. “did it wake you up too or were you already up?”

#ryugi #*☆ :: gi ; 01 #dallyeog:event

ryugi

@jngsungmin liked for a random starter !!

although it’s said camping brings inner peace, mother nature was definitely not aware of young adults with hormones because if she was she was never going to allow such activities just before her eyes. was that animals ? or real people ? it was actually fun to imagine, except for the fact that the loud moans woke her up, at least she didn’t had a wet dream with the sounds. she wasn’t happy to have been awoke so abruptly but gi wasn’t going to crash their party, no — let them finish. she looked around for another soul in the pitch black of the tents, she might have drank too much and too early to be sleeping on the floor. ‘ hey… what the fuck? ’ she asked to the first body she found trying not to sound so loud and holding back a laugh. ‘ i am actually dying to play gorilla by bruno mars and make a good pun out of this. ’

jngsungmin

*content warning: nsfw-ish?

he’s no prude, not at all, but it does make his cheeks flush to have to hear certain suggestive sounds waking him up from his sleep. it’s not subtle in the slightest, and if it is what he thinks it is, some fellow apartment dwellers might have just ruined this camping trip and scarred him for good. maybe he’d think twice before accepting anything that the apartment faculty set up again. everything seemed to be diverting from what he had expected.

he crawls out of his tent to come sit by the dying fire, little thought in his mind other than the desire to go back to sleep peacefully. he pokes at the embers with a stick on the ground, trying to get it going again to gain some sort of warmth in the cold night. he tugs the blanket he had brought with him closer to his frame.

when a voice calls out from the dark, asking the same question that sungmin had been asking himself for the last five minutes, he glances back at her and responds with a shrug. “i have no idea,” he mumbles while shaking his head. “what is that?” he asks before faltering. “wait — no, i don’t want to know actually. i just wish i could go back to bed and unhear it.”

#ryugi #*☆ :: gi ; 01 #(( thank you!!#neomu areumdaun-daun-daun-daun queue

“ sorry, the music’s so loud! my perfume/cologne? sure! here, let me give you some, we’ll smell good together! ”

status: closed. thanks for sending one!

he can barely hear over the booming sound of the speakers bass, loud enough to drown out every nearby conversation whenever it dropped. perhaps it’s half his fault for standing next to it, though not necessarily by choice in the overly-crowded room. there are people everywhere. it’s always the bad parties that seem to have this kind of music, he swears silently. while they always seem like a good idea at first, realistically, he hates events like these.

the music is turned up so high that he can barely register when he’s being spoken to. if it weren’t for the visual cues, her moving lips and clear half-distressed expression, he might not have known that she was talking at all.

“sorry, the music’s so loud!” he speaks, barely audible to himself. while he’s not entirely certain he heard correctly, he still attempts to be helpful, hoping to ease some of the evident worry she has. “my cologne? uh, sure. here, i have this one.” he pulls out a small trial size from his pocket, a sample from a former purchase that he carries occasionally if he feels he might need it. “i don’t need it, so if you want, you can keep it too.”

#torifm #(( thanks for sending~

cherry-blcssom

Yellow Rose.

This was bad, it was worse than bad, it was terrible. Hani’s eyes were wide, almost comically, as she stared at her own creation, a small mistake that had happened due to her scaredy-cat nature and someone jumping into their bubble with a loud scream of joy (or so it seemed) after being thrown a balloon with water inside. “Oh no..” She said to herself as she stares at his longish hair..or the lack of it. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry” Is all hani can said after the initial shock leaves her body, repeating it again and again like a broken record as she puts the scissors away and moves around, trying to find some way to make it better.

“Oh this was such a terrible idea…” Her cheeks were flushed with embarrassment, not being able to look at poor seungmin in the eye, completely ahsamed of the small mistake. “Should I comb your hair in a different way?” She asks, her hands moving to reach him before stopping in the middle of the way, not wanting to make it worse. “Maybe that could do?” Hani said trying to keep calm yet on the inside she felt like crying, she should stick with flowers instead of hair. @jngsungmin

jngsungmin

—☆・*。into the wilderness ; plot drop.

he sits completely rigid for a solid thirty seconds as the initial shock from being startled comes and passes — and then it dawns on him. in both of their surprise, they had jumped in place. the flower crown that he had been assembling with her guidance had been pulled apart in the motion, but it’s not the woven flowers that concern him.

that oh-so-familiar sound had indeed been her snipping with his scissors. yes, that his unmistakable vibrant peach hair scattered on the forest floor — the one that he had painstakingly dyed only a few weeks prior.

his heart jumps in his chest, and in his ears, all he hears is her apologies ringing. he knew this was a dangerous idea from the start. so many things could go wrong — he didn’t even have the correct kind of scissors on him for haircutting anyway. (this was a camping trip, after all.) they had been too caught up in the excitement of learning something new, and despite the risk, he had optimistically believed there was no way she could mess up if he had gone slow with his instructions and they had taken their time. it was supposed to be just a trim.

his throat feels dry when he manages to find his voice. “hey, it’s okay. it’ll be okay,” he says, a weak attempt to reassure her. he tries to smile. “it’s your first time. it’s not your fault.” without a mirror, he has no way of telling just how severe the situation is, but he’s seen a fair amount of bad cuts in the years. some haircuts were easily fixed, but some needed a little more creative thought to be salvaged. he reaches up to touch the strands, trying to assess it for himself. “um, it doesn’t feel that much shorter than the rest, but i can’t tell. we might have to trim a bit more to make it easier to hide… do you have a mirror?”

#cherry blcssom #*☆ :: hani ; 01 #*☆ :: yellow rose #dallyeog:event #(( lol

kkyungz

closed starter for : @jngsungmin

for some reason, kyungmi kept getting pulled into sungmin’s orbit. their personalities clash, and they share little-to-no hobbies. but kyungmi was addicted, wanting to know everything about sungmin and possibly reel him out of his home. an interest they do share is ghosts. kyungmi indulges in anything supernatural; ghost stories, horror movies, haunted houses, even mediums (although she’s often caught laughing). she’s a fan of the horror genre, so naturally she’ll find an abandoned two-story house proclaimed to be ‘the most haunted house in south korea,’ and it was only a bus ride away—how convenient.

kyungmi sent an ominous text to the male to prepare for a surprise. it was a shock to receive a message back as it was nearing midnight. but the moment her phone lit up, there’s been a broad smile plastered on her features. a black backpack was stored with numerous equipment; flashlights, batteries, a ghost hunting kit she received as a christmas gift when she was nine, a camera, and a uv light she stole from poppy. it’s been a while since she felt this excitement for adventure, like a child. and there wasn’t alcohol involved—an unusual sight for the party girl. she avoided all questions related to the surprise during the ride there, expertly changing the topic. when they had to walk from the bus stop, the other’s growing worry could be felt, especially with her joker grin staring down at her phone, following the map.

“ happy early birthday! ” she jokes. an arm outstretched to showcase the—decaying—house in front of them as his 'gift’. “ we’re going ghost hunting! ”

jngsungmin

he doesn’t know what to expect when he receives a mysterious text message from his neighbor. without context or any helpful information provided — downright refused for the surprise of it all when he had asked — he’s drawn from the comfort of his apartment and into the dead of night. although he’s completely hesitant in his confusion, he shoots back in reply a very unsure okay, i’ll be down in a minute.

with a thick coat to keep him from freezing in the january midnight, he greets her at the entrance of the complex, already half-regretting his decision to entertain whatever adventure kyungmi had in mind. her large backpack makes him curious, but when he stubbornly tries again for clues, he’s turned down. in fact, during the entire bus ride to the unknown, he’s continually rejected with topic changes that leave him unsatisfied and itching for an answer.

he gets one, sure enough.

he can’t say that he shares her excitement, can’t reflect the eagerness twinkling in her expression as she presents the haunted house. “kyungmi, my birthday isn’t until october,” he counters, unable to keep the subtle whine out of his tone as he eyes the structure warily. it appeared so aged that, at any moment, it could collapse. heaven forbid they would be inside when it does. “are you sure we’re allowed to be here? isn’t this considered trespassing?” he has a hunch that, like many of the ghost hunting stories he’s heard in podcasts, they were indeed not.

(still, those podcasts were enthralling even if they spooked him. whenever he listened to them, he couldn’t help but wonder what it might be like to be in the investigator’s shoes, gathering evidence and experiencing the paranormal. if there was anything out of the ordinary to be found in this house that kyungmi had found, tonight could be that night to experience that for himself — or alternatively they could get arrested for breaking and entering, but sungmin was less favorable of that.)

#kkyungz #*☆ :: kyungmi ; 01 #(( i LOVE this lol #(( thank you for starting!

doubletroublehyun

OPEN STARTER

Hyun was excited for the camping trip and it was clear on the bright smile he flashed everyone who walked past him. The double took a deep breath before he started working on his tent while humming quietly to one of the songs he heard on his way from Dallyeog to the camping site, lost in his old memories of camping trips with his father as he, for once, built his tent on his own without the company of his old man who was on his hometown with his mom. A bittersweet moment. To distract himself Hyun looked up from his current work to appreciate his surroundings and that was when his eyes fell onto a fellow dallyeog resident who seemed to be stuggling.

Without a second thought Hyun quickly approached them “Wow, that seems heavy, let me help you” He offered with a bright smile as he extended his arms to take what the other was carrying in his. “Is it your first time camping?” Hyun asked, curious brown orbs staring at them as he spoke.

jngsungmin

he has no idea how to build a tent.

the fact dawns upon him rather regrettably as he’s half bent toward the ground with one long metal rod in one grip and some type of connecting piece in the other. it takes a few minutes longer than it probably should to figure out how they fasten together — the process lengthened by his stubborn refusal to read the directions that had accompanied the tent in fear of seeming incapable to any of his neighbors that might be watching him — but once he hears a solid click and the frame feels fairly sturdy, he considers it a small victory.

piece by piece, his tent begins to take shape. with most of the base and part of the side built, he moves to start on the other. with one arm propping everything up, he stretches for another piece. it’s just barely out of his reach — until the weight he had been supporting suddenly lightens.

“oh — thank you. i wasn’t sure if i could make that,” he says before giving a half-embarrassed smile. “was it obvious?” he asks in response to hyun’s question. “this is my first time, yeah. my family was never really the type to go camping.” although he doesn’t admit it, he can’t recall many family bonding experiences, especially during his earliest memories when his family had all lived together under the same roof. it was much the opposite instead.

something like that feels too personal to admit to hyun, so he shakes off the thought. “for someone that hasn’t done this before, would you say this looks okay?” he pauses as he analyzes his own work then presses his lips together and makes a face. “actually, wait — if it’s bad, you can lie to me.”

#doubletroublehyun #*☆ :: hyunjin ; 01 #dallyeog:event

soojin.

Soojin looked at the line once he mumble to her and nodded. “T-This is a f-famous c-coffee s-shop” she told him. “Y-Yeah. And i-it’s n-not y-you. No w-worries. I-I’m just having a u-ugly a-author’s b-block at the m-moment” she explained to him. She knew it was clear to anyone that pass by that she didn’t had write any other thing. Why it was so hard to find inspiration?

☆・*。//

“oh,” he says softly. “i guess that makes sense.” perhaps he should have realized the cafe’s popularity from the size of the line on other days or merely from it’s popularity among the other stylists at the salon. he’s seen this logo plastered on many a cup that’s passed through the salon’s doors.

“i don’t think i’ve ever met a writer before,” he comments. he leans on the table, propping his elbows against it with interest and curiosity piqued. “can i ask what you’re writing about?” a moment later, he remembers his place and pulls back, dropping one arm by his side. too forward. is this a bit too much? “i mean,” he adds, “if you don’t mind telling me what you’re writing. you don’t have to if you don’t want to.”

#soojinschoi #*☆ :: soojin ; 01

— dms.

foundjournal554: hello

foundjournal554: is this sungmin?

foundjournal554: i believe i have something of yours

///

sungmin.95: hi, this is sungmin... who is this?

sungmin.95: ...is this spam?

#iseulfms #*☆ :: iseul ; 01

jjiminssi

beautiful no matter the angle

#*☆ :: sungmin ;#neomu areumdaun-daun-daun-daun queue #tw: epilepsy #tw: flashing gif #(( just in case

☆・*。 i thought i’d try something different, so please give this post a heart if you’d be interested in receiving a random closed starter! might be something pre-established, might not be, we’ll see what i can write up!

#*☆ :: ooc ;#(( plotting is a lil slow rn which is half my fault but i really wanna write

“ lost your cell phone, huh? happens to the best of us. here, use mine to call a friend. ”

status: accepting. feel free to send one!

the sound of her digging in her bag is enough to make him turn his head even in the half-filled subway station. he assumes from the way that she rummages through her belongings and from the subtle crease between knitted brows that something must be frustrating her. for a brief moment, he hesitates, still holding onto that fraction of worry that she might not want to talk to him. he quickly disregards the thought, however, when their eyes meet for a short second. too late to pretend he hadn’t noticed her distress now.

“did you lose your cell phone?” he blurts out without further thinking. he falters once the question is out in the open, eyes rounding slightly in his own surprise. “i mean — i just assumed,” he recovers a beat later. “it happens to the best of us, really.” silently, he curses himself for making things awkward. would every encounter he had with his neighbor end up like this? “um, you can use mine to call a friend or to try to call it if you’d like,” he offers, already reaching into his pocket for his phone.

#y2poppy #(( ah i didn't realize this was in my inbox. tumblr didnt notify me ;;#(( thank you for sending!!

soojin.

“Y-Yes. I-I’m j-just d-doing my t-things. D-Don’t m-mind m-me” Soojin told him with a small smile of her own and gesture towards the seat in front of her. “P-Pretend I-I’m n-not h-here” not that it wasn’t so hard. Though she let out a small chuckle. She nodded. “S-Sure. M-Make y-yourself c-comfortable”.

☆・*。//

pulling out the chair across from her, he can’t help but eye her expression for any indication that she might be uncomfortable, despite her insisting otherwise. “o-okay,” he responds, perching on the edge of the seat cautiously before attempting to shift his attention. staring her down, particularly when she already seemed nervous to talk to him, must make her feel awkward, and she was clearly occupied with her work — or, was occupied with her work until he arrived.

it’s not long until a couple lines up at the door, eagerly chattering. as he watches his chances of getting in grow dimmer, he lets out a soft sigh. “might be a lot longer than i thought,” he mumbles to himself. he threads his fingers through hair absentmindedly before turning back. “you’re sure it’s all right that i’m here? i’m not a distraction to you?” he pauses, glancing at her papers. he offers an apologetic smile and adds, “i don’t mean to pry into your business; i just i haven’t seen you write since i sat down.”

#soojinschoi #*☆ :: soojin ; 01

" i'm not trying to steal your car; the traffic cops were about to ticket you, so i pretended it was mine. "

status: accepting. feel free to send one!

he feels like he’s been caught red-handed, that familiar warmth of embarrassment flooding his cheeks as he blinks. “uhhh, l-listen,” he stutters and runs a nervous hand through his hair, an unconscious habit that he can’t quite break. his gaze flickers from the car parked at the edge of the street to kyubok. “i-it’s not what you think it is, i promise.”

truthfully, he’s not entirely sure what kyubok might think of the sight. sungmin looks more guilty than not, and he can hear how the flustered tone in his voice isn’t doing him any favors in proving otherwise. he rubs at the back of his neck and tries his best to explain. “i'm not trying to steal your car; the traffic cops were about to ticket you, so i pretended it was mine.” belatedly, he withdraws his other hand from where it rested on the car’s hood as if it suddenly burned him. “i-i guess it’s not supposed to be here, and they weren’t too happy about it. wait — this is your car, right?”

#h76in #(( thank you!! ♡ i'm definitely still rusty but this was so much fun to write

soulmemesarc

acts of kindness.

time to manifest some good, wholesome vibes for 2021! these are set so new mutuals can interact, or established dynamics can continue! as always, multi muses should specify a muse, and these memes can be adjusted to suit the recipient and sender!

" hey! do you need a lift home? "

" i made extras at dinner. figured i'd bring some over to you! "

" i cleared your driveway; the snow was gonna land you in a hospital if you weren't too careful. "

" hey... i saw the way they were treating you... do you want me to have a little talk with them? "

" oh, honey/buddy/kiddo, you're welcome here any time! "

" don't worry about it. what are neighbors for, right? "

" lost your cell phone, huh? happens to the best of us. here, use mine to call a friend. "

" i covered your tab. pay it forward, right? "

" hey! you left your purse on the bus yesterday; i had a day off today so... here you go. "

" here, i got you a blanket... "

" look, i can fix up your car/machine/plumbing, yeah? no cost. i want to help. "

" alex! there you are! long time no see! gimme a hug... listen, i'm really sorry, but some guy's been following you the last block. want me to walk home with you? "

" sorry, the music's so loud! my perfume/cologne? sure! here, let me give you some, we'll smell good together! "

" oh, your mascara is running! here, i got a tissue, let me wipe it up... "

" you want me to take a photo of you? selfies won't do it justice; gotta get the sunset behind you, too. "

" don't be embarrassed. we all get tired; i'm just glad my shoulder was comfortable enough for you! "

" i'm not trying to steal your car; the traffic cops were about to ticket you, so i pretended it was mine. "

" you've had a rough year... consider the month's rent paid. okay? "

" i got you a cup of tea. good for the anxiety! "

" hey, the back of your dress is unzipped. i have a safety pin, i can fix it up if you like? "

" oh, you'll catch your death out here! come on, my car's toasty, we'll wait together. "

" i know we don't know each other, but walking home alone at night is a shitty idea. let me walk with you? "

" i can't believe they just towed your car like that! here. i'll give you a ride. "

" hey... are you okay? here, here, sit down, that's it... take my scarf, you look shattered! what's wrong, sweetie? "

#(( these are cute #(( if you have a preference of recipient of the act let me know too so i can write accordingly~#neomu areumdaun-daun-daun-daun queue

soojin.

Soojin stared blank at the paper in front of her. Why the songwritting process was always a hard one? She was having so much inspiration earlier and now here is she staring at it like it was a big mathematic problem to do. And she wasn’t good with math.

She sigh in frustration and let the pencil on her hands fall on the piece of paper and took another sip of the cocoa on her hands. A pair of a silhouette caught her attention and she look up to see the other and she took her things.

“I-I’m s-sorry. Y-You can s-sit” she said gesturing to the other sit with her. “I-I won’t b-bother y-you”.

☆・*。//

it’s too crowded, almost suffocatingly so, to the point all of the customers huddled inside the nearby small cafe could reach out and graze one another with the tips of their fingers if they wanted to. enticed by the idea of a warm drink on a chilly evening (his final client of the day having left just ten minutes prior), he had pulled open the door and nearly collided with the man standing just behind the glass. the stranger appeared miffed by the suddenness before turning back to the glow of his phone screen, sungmin and his stammered apologies long forgotten.

he takes a few steps back from the entrance as another person arrives just behind him to stand in the line. with how unusually busy it was, he has half a mind to give up and simply go home, the idea becoming more favorable by the minute. as he briefly considers the option, his eyes wander the collection of tables scattered just outside until he pauses as a voice speaks.

“oh,” he sounds, a hint of embarrassment from earlier still lingering. he had been caught staring. “a-are you sure? i don’t want to bother you either…” he looks back at the doorway then back to the open chair across from her. tempting. “maybe just until the line dies down — if you don’t mind?”

☆・*。//

#soojinschoi #*☆ :: soojin ; 01

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