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"There is definitely a limit to how much 'luxury' one item can, and should, have."

☂           THE CHOICE OF SHARING HIS PERSONAL BIAS HAD LEAD TO THIS, a conversation inclined towards a sumptuous vehicle and its price value, the younger male quells the urge to yell fervently. Oh, his vehement French counterparts would enjoy observing him at his strain.  Sangmin’s latter input was in form of a query, as he sought advice about the sort of transportation he wishes to acquire, its particulars shared, it was only then when they delved into its worth; tangent upon tangent, here they stood, nearly arguing. ❝ And so what? Luxury is luxury, old man– wait, no you’re not an old man! Scratch that! But who are we to avoid luxury? Most people do not get to attain what I’m about to purchase!❞ hands gesticulating whilst he utters his rebuttals, ❝ So I am about to pay reverence to those who can’t, and will do myself an ultimate favour: buy the BMW. ❞ quick to append a phrase to his point. ❝ Look! It’s a car, I’m buying it, I definitely do not care if the media criticize me for it. I mean, we both know the media will crucify me for anything— you, too! Aren’t you an artist? Goddamn, and an actor, too. ❞

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@semblanc​​​ ᴀɴsᴡᴇʀᴇᴅ sᴏᴜʀᴄᴇ: [ this. ]

❝ But wasn't the camera meant to capture the reality paintings couldn't? ❞

Much to his dismay, she did not allow her countenance to falter — with the exception of stunned blinks, not even the corners of her mouth dared to give any indication of a curvature. She was rather blase to utterances as his, having been told time and time again she ought to “smile more” for optic-purposes.

She always withheld from complying.

Hooked to the corner of her mouth was an inquisitive finger, mulling over a proper response to his observation. Sour — was she acid? did her pursed lips resemble a citrus? The cork of a wine bottle? Her chuckle was frank upon the thought.

❝ There are a number of things you should refrain from telling a woman to do: the dishes, changing her attire, lightening the application of her makeup. Sweetening up her expression falls into this category. I hope you’re following. ❞

☂           WOMEN AND THEIR SET OF RESTRICTIONS,  Sangmin grimaces upon her defiance--- he does not exercise the act of rigid dominance upon women, but such the simple plead was discarded at its attempt to lighten up the lady’s mien. ❝ Right, of course, my bad. Most often than not, the person behind the lens fails to highlight the muse’s verisimilitude. How could I, Kim Sangmin, forget that? ❞ the rhetorical certainty saturated with mockery, a cordial smile quick to recur ❝ It’s nice to see you again, Yang Seul. It has been a year, I've yet to marvel at the woman you've become. ❞

She has become a lady, well-defined by a myriad of grandiloquent epithets, yet her acerbic disposition hasn't changed, nor has it been altered by a span.  ❝ Oh, no, please! Enlighten me more about the enigmatic ways of your gender. ❞ the male gestures at the corporal throng congregated just past the velvets, sparing themselves from the media-men’s focal; he and Seul advances to the main event.

 ❝ Shall we appear in front of our parents? It would bring them great joy to see us together. ❞

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Hello! I'm Eunji

☂          ❝ EUNJI-SSI, HUH.. ❞ HE REITERATES, paired with a cordial simper, Sangmin outreaches a forearm, gesturing a handshake. ❝ It’s nice to meet you, Eunji, I’m Kim Sangmin. What brings you here this fine afternoon? ❞

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perhaps, you would like to donate some of your wealth to me.

☂          ❝ MY.. WEALTH? ❞ brows the odd corrugated upon his ebony pools, Sangmin questions whether the male was acting to the norm’s precepts— the casual query confounds the respondent. ❝ Well, well.. I am just as broke as the men on the streets, as I simply follow my father’s errands– but maybe once I’ve superseded my old man, you may come back and ask me once again.. ❞

❝ But first! Shall we make ourselves known to each other? I’m Kim Sangmin, but I’m sure you already knew that.❞

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Adronitis or Occhiolism (whichever you want! or both together!)

@sunmeeps​​ ʙᴜᴢᴢᴇᴅ,sᴜʙᴊᴇᴄᴛ:  [ obscure drabble list: Adronitis - frustration with how long it takes to get to know someone. ] sᴛᴀᴛᴜs: no longer accepting & selective ! 

☂          TIME DOES NOT FREEZE FOR ANYONE OR ANYTHING, nor will it halt in its tracks. Time was infinitive in terms of patience, the act of waiting, wisdom through years, and so on. It possess a myriad of pauses and intervals, and although at times, its constancy seems lethargic — depending on which situation, such as your lover’s pending answer, or while you dig your heels down the floor as your wife delivers your child — it still runs and seeps through enigmatic manifestations, in the same, constant, and ever-simple frame.

Despite their first and utmost meeting, Sangmin founds himself drawn to her literality, adoring her more so than a pragmatic woman he would meet at a press-conference. He wanted to learn more about Sunmi, his curiosity comparative to a child’s perpetual queries, albeit the disheartening reality: to understand a person further, time and intimacy are the most deterring factors. Years without closure leads to indifference, and closure without years results to ingenuity.

But seconds aged into years while Sangmin was with Sunmi. The extrovert deflects patience as a virtue, neglecting its long winded liabilities; Sunmi herself was as long winded liability, subdued in her personal and intimate universe. ❝ You’re queer, perhaps too weird for an idol. ❞ the male utters, wishing to make the bassist’s acquaintance. ❝ That’s quite admirable though, pardon my me, I really do find your quirks fascinating— Is that an odd thing to say? Dear Lord, I’ve rambled, I need to keep my mouth shut. ❞

Sunmi entertains his musings with gusto, ❝ That’s why I’m called “Alien” by our fans! ❞ she exclaims, ❝ And you would think I’d be considered “not normal” for discarding shoes while performing. ❞ he hearken her every word, the woman’s tones viscous and saccharine.  

❝ Sunmi, ❞ his cry a chiming chorus, ❝ I wish to know more about you. In other terms, we need to be good friends right away in order for us to get to know each other, am I right? ❞

The woman, whose smile instigates a euphoric mien upon Sangmin, tugs on a simper. ❝ Yes! Of course, best friend. ❞  

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@leexsun​ ᴀɴsᴡᴇʀᴇᴅ sᴏᴜʀᴄᴇ: [ this. ]

{ ♔ — Their love for movies was kind of what brought them closer as friends. This time the movie night was to be scheduled at Sangmin’s home, which was pleasing to the eye. Every time the girl would walk into his apartment she couldn’t help but stare in awe, it was breathtaking. With someone of his status she wasn’t surprised, but what did surprise her wasn’t stuck up, it was something she appreciated. The two sat on his couch in the dark, watching Marvel movie ( one of her favourites ). Her blond locks spread across the back of the couch, halfway through the film she could feel his fingers brushing through them. The action made her feel sleepy and more relaxed. ❝Hm.. Are you trying to put me to sleep?❞ She offered a lazy smile as she looked over at him. 

☂          SHE LIES WITH HER HAIR OPEN LIKE A FAN while they were enveloped into each other, limbs tucked around their counterpart’s. Minsun remained on tote for the rest of the film, neither of them conversing as the marathon ran, gaze fixated upon the climax of the flick; but her heavy lids and divided attention fared from the inundation of sleep. Sangmin had to act, digits combing her golden tresses, it's texture plush and light. She spoke, halting his reverie. ❝ Hmh, ❞ the latter hums a baritone note, ❝ you're no longer enticed by the movie, shall we stop and head to sleep? ❞ contrast to the boisterous combat scenes the movie features, he inquires in hushed tones, paired with a gentle coo. The dimmed apartment was pervaded with only the television’s blather, and though sparsely illuminated by the flat-screen, Sangmin smiles.

❝ I'm glad you're here, today has been stressful.. Thank you for keeping me accompanied, this right here is bliss, eh? ❞

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@cseol​ ᴀɴsᴡᴇʀᴇᴅ, sᴏᴜʀᴄᴇ: [ - ]

The words came out of nowhere and after he approached her, she wasn’t expecting a compliment to be followed by his very first statement. Seolri looked at him with her nose scrunched up in a rather childlike manner, she was loss for words. It came out of nowhere and she never really knew how to accept compliments. Dipping her head into a slight bow, she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear as she observed the man in front of her, cheeks turning red.

“Thank you, t- that’s such a wonderful way to greet someone.” A playful laughter escaped her lips, despite being the shy girl she had always been, she couldn’t help but to feel thankful that someone took their time of the day to say such nice things to her. Clearing her throat in an attempt to not displaying the awkwardness that she had always possessed, she fixed her gaze upon him with a sweet smile of hers. “Some have mentioned it, but not too often. I’m sorry if I’m… rather awkward, compliments don’t come my way too much. I never really know how– how to take them.”

☂          HE DID NOT DENY HIMSELF OF SUCH A LOVELY EXISTENCE, so he perched himself in front of the woman, her gentle attributes pleasing to look at. He remained still for an hour, but his endeavours to remain in his personal solitude did not last. Adjacent to her whereabouts, Sangmin spared glances towards where she presently sat, and it was only when the server recurs back with her drink that he decided to approach the girl; milk tea, the heir muses to himself, not bad. Sangmin chuckles, ❝ I’m sorry-- did I startle you? Oh, please don’t be! ❞ he cried with mild concern, it was not his intention to frighten her--- after all, this was their first meeting, and the initial attempt to leave a well-disposed impression was nearly marked with haste.  

❝ Oh, I-- yes, I suppose a sudden compliment is a hard pill to swallow.. or any compliments in general! ❞ the measly attempt at conversing felt too difficult, despite his extroverted disposition. ❝ But please--! Forgive my actions, I can see it’s troublesome already, ❞ a coy simper upon his tiers, ❝ May I make your acquaintance? I’m Kim Sangmin. ❞ the male protrudes a bow, dipping his crown in a diffident manner. ❝ Are you waiting for anyone--? Is it alright if I keep you company for a short while, perhaps? ❞