work hard, play hard.

❝ As ʟᴏɴɢ ᴀs ᴡᴇ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴅɪᴇ, ᴛʜɪs ɪs ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴏɴᴇ ʜᴇʟʟ ᴏғ ᴀ sᴛᴏʀʏ. ❞

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rosie-harper:

Rosie needed a refill on her own drink, but she was having too much fun. “No? I got you that brunette from Alpha Deta Chi. You know how hard it is to crack those good Christian girls? Hard!” She scoffed in return, pushing off the wall. “Allll I’m sayin’ is you could have called. Or texted.” Was this her admitting that for once she wished the attention to be on her rather than whoever she’d pulled for him? Maybe. But it was vague. She headed off to the kitchen of the frat house to get another drink.

Oh man, he did remember that brunette--mostly because she was the only brunette in that sorority filled with girls the old-school Nazi Germans would be in love with--Hyunwoo shrugged and downed the last of his drink before scooping around the room, seeing if there was anything interesting his drunken self would excel at. “Don’t love in love with me, eh?” The soccer player laughed loudly and moved past the girl as she moved, going towards the beer pong table. “My brothers are in trouble-”

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rosie-harper:

“Is that so?” Rosie retorted quickly, starting to laugh. “I don’t think so, I think we’re too good of wing-people for each other at parties for you to just suddenly wish me dead.” Rosie didn’t often go to parties, but when she did, she wasn’t getting plastered most of the time and didn’t mind being a helping hand. 

“Don’t fucking make your thoughts my own.” Hyunwoo quickly retorted with a slight scoff, reaching to grab his red solo cup and take a sip of his mixture of Irish whiskey and lemonade (a very classy gent, wasn’t he?). “Besides, I in no way need a wing-woman, thank you very much. I can get my own dates.” With his fan club and plenty of sorority sluts, he had people practically throwing themselves at him.

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rosie-harper:

@strkwoo

“You’re really shit at texting back. I know, I get it, you’re like very important and you just have so many things going on but shit man, you can’t even throw a hello my way?” She was really just busting his balls. One of her favorite past times. “I could have been dead and you’d never know.”

Now, what she said wasn’t wrong-- Hyunwoo didn’t check his phone much and had little to no down time in his life. If he wasn’t practicing, he was studying, if he wasn’t studying, he was probably sleeping and if he wasn’t sleeping, well, there were parties to go to. College was literally the best time in his entire life. “You ever think ‘bout if that was what I hoping for?” The male replied with the tiniest bit of a smirk--though he tried to hid it.

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yojongs:

open. m / f / nb.

‘ wae ? why can’t you do the relationship tag with me ? it’s just a couple questions and it’s cute ! people would love it. ‘ perhaps the other’s refusal to participate in a video for jihye’s youtube channel shouldn’t be enough for her to make a scene, but she’s stomping her feet regardless. ‘ i would love it. i’m asking you to do ONE thing with me and of course you say no ! ‘ 

“Don’t fucking get mad at me for not wanting to lie to the goddamn world.” Hyunwoo groaned back in reply, bringing the toothbrush up to his mouth. Yes, of course he was talking with toothpaste all up in his mouth.”Clickbait is the last thing you want in your title. A top soccer player as your boyfriend? Nah, you ain’t that good.” He’ll definitely need more convincing.

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theaftrparties:

FOR @strkwoo // RESPONSE TO  [ T H I S ] !

“Before you act like a smartass I think there’s somethin’ you should see.” Partially offended by the assumption that he tried (or rather – would have trouble with) getting into a college party Taehwa let thumb drift over the delete button, but he wasn’t going to press it; at least that’s what he told himself. A picture of the other from mentioned residence party, snapped by one of the partygoers and for some reason spotted online. Again, none of Taehwa’s business. “Unless you got anythin’ more you wanna throw my way?” 

Shameful was a word that hardly came into Hyunwoo’s description of himself (or his feelings). Hell, he was young, talented and handsome--what did he have to worry about? The male reached over to pluck the phone from the others hand as his eyebrows raised, examining the picture. There it was in all it’s glory. Hyunwoo, drunk as a skunk and naked--unless you classify the writing of ‘DEADASS CUNT’ written on his chest some kind of covering. Nonetheless (and not to be backed into a corner), Hyunwoo looked over at the other and said, “I think you should address me properly.”

[leehyunroro]

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❝ Iғ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ɢᴏɴɴᴀ ᴘʟᴀʏ ᴡᴇᴀᴋ, ɢᴇᴛ ᴏғғ ᴍʏ ғᴜᴄᴋɪɴɢ ᴛᴇᴀᴍ. ❞ 

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when you want to rp for like a bit but then you don't know where to start because you haven't rped for months.

[slavery]

Not to vent but: fuck

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revivalflare:

“Aish! You’re sound like an idiot right now. Just because you have about 100 people following your fan club doesn’t mean I’m head over heels for you.” Rolling her eyes as she tried her best to continue on with her work. Her fan club has a lot more followers than he does, but of course she won’t say anything. It wasn’t about the fame he has that made Airi like him, but the fact that he knows her more than she knows herself. He was her best friend and she was only jealous because he now has a lot more girls in his range of interest than before. “I have to work now so can you please stop prestering me about this.”

“Don’t get so worked up, all I’m trying to do is get you in touch with your inner emotions. A pseudo-therapist, if you will. It’s not good to keep all your emotions bottled up inside anyway. Sooner or later, you’re just gonna blow up like a bomb.” The soccer player shrugged his shoulder easily and leaned back on the couch, lifting his legs up to rest on the coffee table. “What’re you so focused on anyway?” He asked, reaching out to take her notebook. “You trying to make the boys weak and girls in love?”

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Send me ☆ + a question and my muse will have to answer it truthfully with absolute honesty

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boksoonie:

“If that’s the case, maybe I should eat out with you more often then, huh? What’s the use of having a cute friend if I don’t exploit them for more food?” Boksoon smiles easily, brow arching as she swaps out her usually snappy remarks for light teasing, for the sake of his apparent good mood. It was a known fact that the place they were having their meal in served huge portions, but she could let that comment slide for now. “You’re spilling the broth everywhere, by the way. Aren’t those new cleats you have on? The ones Diego wears when he plays?”

Holy fucking shit now that was music to his ears. It wasn’t like he was going to object to free food for being cute especially considering that the food he was eating in college was far from restaurant quality Korean food. Ripping off the meat from the bone, the male swallowed it with a large smile before blinking, a little taken back, and furrowed his eyebrows. “You think I wear those expensive ass cleats off the pitch?” He asked, “Please, I take better care of my stuff more than that.”

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Hey, leave your aim, why don’t cha?

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vigilandae:

 🕷 ⊰ something like this was quite normal. it wasn’t a secret that daehyun’s on the fairly intelligent end of the spectrum, so he had been asked of tutoring a few times, but– that is, until he spoke. needless to say, his nerves mostly lived in his speech, and because of that, perhaps it became difficult for them to comprehend both the concept and him (but it wasn’t a permanent matter– just situational). so for the other boy to ask him– well daehyun’s rather startled, “wait, wait– me? are you sure? i mean, like, can no one else help or–?” he paused, biting his tongue for a moment, “i mean– it’s not a big deal, or anything. it’s just, it’s just a 3.0, right? i could– i could probably help with that. what do you need, uh, help with?”

“I’m pretty sure there’s a bunch of people that could help me but unless those glasses can make you see dead people and there’s a bunch of them in this room, you’re my only hope, Obi-Wan Kenob...but like if you do know a better person, tell them to hit me up.” Trying to relate to the nerd with Star Wars, Hyunwoo spread out his printed out notes and textbook. “He gave us a bunch of sample short answer questions that are suppose to be similar to the ones that are gonna be on the exam. Pretty much..all of them I don’t really get. I get them like halfway but then my brain hits a wall or something and I don’t get it?”

[lee-hyunwoo]

to the beautiful you, episode 1-16

↳ cha eungyeol’s adorable smile, requested by eatmeniall

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yvtako:

@strkwoo​

“Huh?” Yuta who had been lying down on his bed, hands holding onto his copy of Yamamoto Hiroshi’s, out of response looked up to set his eyes onto the latter. “What is it that you’re looking for actually?” Yuta asked out of concern- Ah, the act of conning, act of playing as concerned man; all of them made Yuta amused in his soul because tricking people and seeing them in slight panicked mode makes him happy (not a sadist, really). If only the latter thinks hard enough, he will find his poorly hidden phone.

Considering the fact for more than half the time Hyunwoo spent away from home, his phone was particularly a lifeline. Sure it wasn’t his only form of communication but it was definitely a safety net as a connection back to his home whenever he felt homesick. “Did you just turn deaf 0.5 seconds ago? Where’s my p h o n e?” He replied and made sure to talk very slow for the other to understand. Hyunwoo moved to pull the pillow from under the others head and began ravaging the bed to try and find his phone. “Did you have you? Fucker, you have it don’t you?!” 

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cchilyoja:

                                      “Did YOU hire me ?”

“...No..and yet you just burst in here like the fucking Kool-Aid man.”