kim mingyu.

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[watchoutforintellect]

I care for myself. The more solitary, the more friendless, the more unsustained I am, the more I will respect myself.

Charlotte Bronte - from Jane Eyre (via watchoutforintellect)

[fuckyeahmingyu]

[mincyu]

⊗ ☾

⊗ : What is something that causes them to question themself?

Mingyu begins questioning himself when others question him regarding his drastic change in overall attitude and personality (which is solely the reason as to why he holds such a deep animosity to such inquiries).

☾ : On a sleepless night, what would they be found doing?

He’d probably take it as an opportunity to read or to be up all night on Netflix or something.

[mincyu]

☂ ❤

☂ : Storms or clear skies?

Storms.

❤ : Describe a physical action that shows complete trust.  

A smile. Not the fabricated or false type that give off sarcastic signals which he typically offers, but rather one laced with sincerity—a complete and natural stretch of his lips that display a full set of healthy teeth (yes, including those absolutely adorable canines of his).

[mincyu]

out of clemency.

HELLO, i'm sure most of my rp partners have noticed that i am a complete slug when it comes to replying/answering. i'd like to clarify that this is because i do try to invest all the effort i'm capable of into the things i write, and i want to display to each of you my absolute best. additionally, i do have both school and work, but i have made a personal decision to continue roleplaying because it's simply something i love to do and find enjoyment and release in.

with that said, i'm going to answer the things in my inbox and hopefully get to a few more replies as well. thank you all so much for your patience ♡

[mincyu]

[ @daphnyx ]

The heavy rain knocked and thudded upon his window, mighty winds howling, demanding it be let in. The sky's original cerulean complexion vanished into a dull, dusty void of gray, and after gaping at the sight for a prolonged period of time, it seemed he might as well have forgotten the initial vividness of the dome bound around their earth. Though the "mysterious pizza lady" (to whom he now referred the individual on the other face of the screen as) was of complete unfamiliarity, he found himself idling about within the comfort of his apartment as his gaze shifted towards the droplets which began collecting upon the surface of the window and raced down towards the bottom rail when its burden became overly ponderous. Rainy day or not, he doubtlessly favored the luxury of being indoors—and indeed, Mingyu would often become completely unproductive the minute he'd set foot in his apartment. Why he was so interested in this stranger was deemed uncertain, for truthfully, he didn't have anything to do (other than his conventional whereabouts such as lounging about on the couch while tending to his daily obligations of watching at least two episodes of his favorite series—an obsession he, in fact, hated to admit). Two minutes. Then five. Ding! His hand darted for the phone resting beside him as he brought the device within the range of his sight.

"Nyx," he reiterated (or so attempted to) out loud before scoffing lightly at the acknowledgment of her failure to properly input the number of the person she originally had planned on delivering the message to. He pursed his dry yet full lips as he paused in his actions for a brief moment of thought—zoning out almost. The name was rather unusual indeed, for it sounded much like nothing he'd ever heard in his eighteen years of living in South Korea. Nevertheless, he brought himself to type in a short reply, soon setting his phone in a spot beside him before adjusting the pillow placed beneath his head.

〈 outgoing message ! 〉 ...well hi, i'm mingyu.

〈 outgoing message ! 〉whenever you get your pizza please do send some over

〈 outgoing message ! 〉thanks

[mincyu]

Brain, liver, tongue

Brain: What is something you want to master before you die?

Hm. That’s a question I’m not certain of at the moment, though I’ve always wanted to learn some form of self defense.

Liver: What is your biggest pet peeve?

Bad pick-up lines.

Tongue: How many languages can you speak?

Besides Korean, I can speak Chinese and little English.

[cittamemes]

In Depth Headcanon Prompts;

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☠ : Are there any recent/daily thoughts they have about death or dying? ☯ : Do they believe for every darkness there is a lightness? If not, why? ♥ : Name one thing about the way their emotions work that they despise. ☆ : Would they ever wish upon a falling star? If so, what would they wish? ☁ : Describe how they would spend a stormy, overcast/rainy day. ☂ : Storms or clear skies? εжз : What about nature do they find calming? What about nature do they find disagreeable? ☎ : List three or more people they would call out for during an emergency. ☛ : What is their typical response to being given orders? ☢ : Describe a thought or dream that would cause them to have a mental meltdown. ✄ : Are there any reasons why they would ever think of self-harm? If so, what are they? ❤ : Describe a physical action that shows complete trust. ❥ : Describe a verbal way they would express complete trust. ✗ : Explain how they portray feelings of hostility or dislike. ⊗ : What is something that causes them to question themself? ☾ : On a sleepless night, what would they be found doing? ☤ : Is there anything about their health they are continuously on edge about? Something they disregard? ✓ : Name at least two people who can trust them with their life. ❣: Describe a way that will earn affection (whether platonic or romantic) from them. ✖ : Describe a way to make them uneasy or apprehensive. ♆ : Are they prone to violent outbursts or thoughts? ✏ : What are their creative outlets? ✉ : Do they tend to rely on words or actions more? ♡ : Is there a certain scent that brings about nostalgia? If so, describe a memory this scent brings back. ۞: Are there any inner demons they can never seem to get rid of? What are they?

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[skylisms-blog]

frommemetoyou:

Arms: How do you feel about children, do you want some of your own (or more if you already have some)?

Birth marks: Do you have a favourite tale?

Freckles: If you could, what would you change about your body?

Brain: What is something you want to master before you die?

Bruises: Are you easily hurt?

Bum: List 3 of your guilty pleasures

Cheeks: Are you easily embarrassed?

Chest: What’s your worst kept secret?

Chin: How well do you take criticism?

Clavicle: What is you favourite way to show and receive affection?

Ears: How often do you eavesdrop?

Elbows: How do you react to events with large crowds? (eg. Concerts, Shopping sales)

Eyes: What has changed from how you see the world now and how you saw it 5 years ago?

Feet: Can you dance well?

Fingers: Can you play an instrument?

Goosebumps: What scares you the most?

Hands: Would you rather make something from scratch or get it made for you?

Hair: What has been your biggest fashion faux pas?

Heart: How do you deal with heartbreak?

Hickeys: Have you ever fallen in love to fast and too hard?

Hips: Is there anything you over indulge yourself with?

Kidneys: What is your worst habit?

Knees: Who was your last crush?

Liver: What is your biggest pet peeve?

Lungs: Do you smoke, how do you feel about smoking in general?

Mouth: How often do you lie?

Nails: When you’re feeling vulnerable, do you become more defensive or do you take the offensive and lash out?

Nose: What is your favourite scent?

Palms: Do you have a secret handshake with anyone?

Ribs: Do you have anything you want to protect?

Scars: Is there anything you want to confess?

Shoulders: Would you rather be pampered or be the one pampering?

Spine: What is your biggest weakness?

Teeth: What is your favourite meal?

Thighs: Have you ever been unfaithful?

Throat: What is your proudest memory?

Tongue: How many languages can you speak?

Wrists: Have you ever been arrested?

Veins: What gives you the biggest adrenaline rush?

[mincyu]

[ @baeybin ]

 — ❀ Her eyes were filled with joy as she held the box of cookies. Yes, she had taken the box away from him and no she wasn’t going to give them back. she took out one cookie and began chewing on it as she waved it into his face with a playfully grin being placed onto her lips.❛ Pfft, no way.❜  She made sure to keep her distance from him while making sure the cookies didn’t fall over in her arms. she planned to eat them all and not give him even one.

"This piece of..." Mingyu could swear he saw his brains as he rolled his eyes, head tilting backwards to a degree as he runs his fingers through greyish locks. At the moment, he didn't seem to care enough to get up from the short wooden bench below him until— Crunch! The moment she laid her (in his eyes) filthy, unworthy hands upon the glorious epitome of purity and perfection—and even brought it into the dark caverns of her mouth—sent him through some sensation of panic as he nearly jumped from where he was seated.

"Touch another cookie and it'll be the last cookie you'll ever touch with those hands again."

Perhaps he was being a bit too much. No—he was most definitely being a bit too much.

[mincyu]

[ ⇌ sinfulsuga ]

"Screwed you up? What, were you planning on coming to a conclusion whether or not you wanted to set the pen on the paper and actually write something?" Truthfully, the other's roundabouts were rather discernible, Mingyu catching on quite quickly to the changing tempo incorporated into the clicking of the pen between each pause. Being the unintentionally sarcastic asshole he is, he simply shrugs as he brings his gaze back down to his outline (which he would have finished by then if the male hadn't been constantly disrupting his thoughts), and Mingyu believed it was only fair that the individual should have a taste of his own medicine.

"Ever thought of tapping the pad of your finger against the table or something? Nevertheless, it would still be somewhat distracting, but it's an advancement."

[mincyu]

I'm so glad to see you back!

“I could say I’m glad to be back as well, but I didn’t really go anywhere.”

[jngluks-blog]

swim meet ►► mingyu & lukas

[mincyu]

[ ⇌ jngluks ]

The scent of the chlorine, the sensation of puddles of water gathering around his feet: the two alone were enough to put his worries to ease. The very moment he had been anticipating since day one of his arduous, incessant training; the time that would determine whether his daily laborious endeavors proved to be beneficial, or if the time spent was consumed in vain. District finals. The event had finally arrived in the form, however, of a muggy, inflexible crowd packed at capacity into the seating area. It was not at all how he had imagined it. Exposed and depending solely on his sleek, skintight jammers to provide some portion of coverage, he attempted to form his way through the horde, becoming slightly disgruntled as his bronzed skin (almost seemingly glittering due to the vapors of the building's natural humidity coming to rest upon his flesh) develops a stickiness—one that only administers added difficulty in pursuing to efficiently slip through the mass. What he couldn't seem to understand was the fact at hand that the number of spectators—in comparison to last year's outcome—had seemed to nearly triple in size, and the lot was only growing by the minute. Alas, he had conveniently managed to press through the group, panting almost as the atmosphere resolved to a more open one, less congested and less of a pain.

Mingyu took the advantage to immediately make his way for the bottom level, expelling a long breath out of pure relief once he locates a wide, accessible area for him to remain in the meantime. His eyes came into focus with the changing digits of the large clock hung upon the wall parallel to where he was situated. To his uttermost disbelief, it had taken him nearly fifteen minutes to complete such a simple task such as maneuvering down towards the first level. He resided in silence for what seemed about five minutes, leaning forwards with forearms resting upon the cool and slightly moist surface of the silver metal barrier as he observed possible competition as they made use of their time granted to warm up before the meet actually commenced, strictly studying their form and moderately pointing out faults and potential developments to himself. Essentially torn from his previous state of absolute concentration, he stumbles from his standing as the slightly shorter individual comes into direct contact with his side; he's almost furious, irate bewilderment laced within his expression as he's unable to truly process the perception that one could amble directly into an unmoving figure—that is, until his focus falls upon the other's phone merely seconds before it submerges beneath the water. Mingyu almost felt bad for the other, and though the male was someone he was completely unfamiliar with, perhaps that factor was an aspect taken to his convenience.

In spite of the individual's apology, he remained remarkably adamant as simply handing out forgiveness as if it were an obligation was something he strongly detested. His countenance softened to an extent—enough to at least allow his expression to return to it's previous being as he eyes a lifeguard run over to attempt to fish his phone out of the water. "Don't apologize."

"Are you— is your phone gonna be okay? I mean, you got a warranty or something?"

[mingiant]

RUDE (Ò 皿 Ó ╬)

[leexareum-blog]

Highschool AU // Areum x Mingyu

[mincyu]

[ ⇌ leexareum ]

His mother took her own life on the first day of winter break that year. He vividly recalls falling to his knees before her body, bitter tears streaming down his cheeks unceasingly as his brother called for the police; ice cold skin deprived of color, deprived of life. The remainder of his break was spent in anguish; emerging into a sea of feelings of utter betrayal. Who knew someone could change so greatly in the period of about a month?

And it only got worse along the years. If he got a dollar each time someone asked what had happened to him—what had happened cause him to transform into the monster he had become in such a short period of time—he could swear he'd have a couple hundreds.

Classes were overly repetitive. Seated all around him were loquacious bastards who couldn't keep their mouths shut for more than a minute; he can't seem to fathom the idea of how he's been able to restrain himself from starting a fight for so long. Certainly there were those he could tolerate. Those who had been with him since the beginning. Or the ones who fear him enough to hold their tongue. Truthfully, there was no valid reason as to why anyone should fear him. He was only a human after all. Then there were those who stood out. No, not those who dissipate their time in pleading for attention, but instead the ones who typically didn't speak. The eye of the storm among a mass of raucous adolescents. In his case, that was Lee Areum.

Groups were chosen at random, and he just so happened to be paired up with her. Because the project—skit, rather—required practice (or so they were told), they were given 15 minutes in the beginning of the period for the rest of the week, and even Mingyu could admit that the given time wasn't enough to muster up a decent 10 minute minimum skit; not unless the two were to meet up some time after school or on the weekend. Nevertheless, he approaches the girl who was seemingly residing in her own little distant realm (not that her current presence was anything unlike her customary demeanor as of yet).

"My place on Saturday or Sunday?" If Mingyu were to describe himself at that particular moment, simply two words could prove sufficient: exceedingly straightforward.

[mincyu]

[ @qridere ]

━ ( Ϟ ) ❝ THAT’S NOT what i heard last night. ❞

she said jokingly , of course she didn’t heard anything last night since she’s a heavy sleeper — a few minutes to fall asleep and then she’s as hard as a rock , only a few things would wake her up. and she was teasing him though , even if he did snore or not , aerri didn’t mind and it’s not like that was her actual problem. she smiled after seeing the boy’s reaction , keeping herself away from laughing out loud. ❝ i’m just kidding – don’t worry. i didn’t hear anything last night because sleep was more important that hearing something..it’s ok even if you snore too , ya don’t need to feel embarrassed about it. ❞

His mouth hung open for a while before he scoffed and displayed no further reaction to her teasing, certain that it would only benefit towards her own humor. Though quick to admit his faults, he holds deep contempt for being wrong. Hell, he didn’t even know himself if he snored or not—in his eyes, it simply seemed like something unlikely of him to do, therefore he doesn't. He tugs a nearby pillow and encloses it within his arms, exasperation evident in his expression over such tiny matters. He slumps down further into the cushioning of the couch below the two and mutters against the pillow’s fabric as he grips and persists on his obstinacy.

“It’s not at all that I’m embarrassed. I’m just pretty sure I don’t snore!”