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Shot of Vodka

( &.ORIGIN, accepting! @podatne )

SHOT OF VODKA! send a shot of vodka for my muse to mistake yours for someone they're friends with.

“Whoa,” Chanhyun breathed, her head practically spinning with the overwhelming force of alcohol smothering her head. She hadn’t even remembered drinking so much, but maybe she was just poor at remembering how bad her tolerance to alcohol really was. The ash-haired girl stumbled to her feet and as she walked, she found herself almost tripping over herself.

And then her eyes brightened with a realization that she wouldn’t know was horribly wrong until morning rose; but then again, perhaps she’d completely forget about mistaking someone who definitely wasn’t her college hallmate as her college hallmate (the one friend that she held weekly study sessions with in the common room). “Oh my God, you.”

“I swore the last time I saw you was when you were in the States,” she said, eyes wide with amazement. “But, this isn’t the States. This is Seoul. How did you get here so quickly?” A pause. And then her eyes widened, “Wait, oh my God. I promised myself that I’d say it if I ever saw you again. Luke, I have a confession to make.”

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"Have you ever been camping before?" / lmao hit me hard w that fluff

“Have I ever been camping?” She’s always stopped to listen whenever Kihyun opened his mouth to speak—it was an instinct in itself, but the question drew her out of her focus on retying a neat ribbon onto one of her plush toys, which were left on the sofa for decoration. Chanhyun’s eyes brightened at the mention and she turned her head to look at Kihyun with a small smile on her lips. 

Her hands fell into her lap, away from the plush toy, and she nodded, silly smile seemingly permanent on her lips. “I have, but the last time that I’ve been was when I was around seven years old? I was small enough to sit on my father’s shoulders!”

“I can’t remember much about camping, but I remember looking at the stars and screaming at the sight of any bug, at all.” A quiet laugh followed her remark and Chanhyun sighed softly. Her mind quickly skipped through possibilities of why she was being questioned, and a soft ‘oh!’ left her lips. The light-haired girl focused her attention on her best friend (and fiance) laying down on her stomach on the sofa and resting her chin in her palm, eyes still practically shining, “What are you thinking? Are we going somewhere, Kihyunnie?”

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faux fur

( &.ORIGIN, accepting! @rvsecolored )

FAUX FUR! describe your wardrobe.

Chanhyun’s wardrobe is very light coloured—pastel blues, light pinks, light greys and whites. Her wardrobe is made up of alumni sweatpants and hoodies (and stolen hoodies from her friends), for all stay-at-home purposes. For work and going out, it is comprised of pencil skirts, blouses and dresses. She rarely wears jeans or shorts, but she owns a few pairs of them.

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“is there any reason as to why you’re getting drunk on a tuesday afternoon?

( &.ORIGIN, accepting! @23fps​ )

She’s not an alcoholic—shedidn’t usually drink; didn’t really like the taste of it. It was a differentstory when everything was flavoured and a majority of the alcohol was colourfulsoda. Somehow, when the taste of alcohol was completely masked up, she foundherself drinking a little too much.Of course, it was usually in solitude.

“It’s Tuesday?” sheturned to look at him with wide, curious eyes—obviously already out of hermind. She couldn’t even recall the time she’d started drinking at, nor the reason she’d started in the first place. “The sun… is still up…” Her tone obviously highlighted her amazement at the fact: was it possible to get so drunk during the time between texting someone and them arriving?

Chanhyun’s handspressed down flat against the granite counter and she blinked slowly at her ownleft hand. There was a moment of silence as she sat staring, almost forgettingabout the presence of the man. “Mingyu... Mingyu, listen: I think… I think it’s because I’m gettingmarried.”

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currant, honey, & new leaf.

( &.ORIGIN, accepting! @yeonhas )

CURRANT! what’s something that absolutely disgusts your muse (can be a person, place, thing, etc.)?

Because of how she is as a person, it’s extremely difficult for her to feel very strongly about anything ‘negative’. However, she has a fear of bugs/worms—this is the closest thing to disgust that she openly possesses. 

HONEY! when your muse loves someone (whether it be romantic, platonic, or familial love), how do they show it?

Chanhyun is extremely affectionate with everyone, physically. She tries her best to stay extremely happy around the people who she loves and advises them to the best of her ability. She is obvious with her love.

NEW LEAF! what message would your muse send to their past self, if any?

“Don’t be upset about everything, and try to look for the positives. Things will get better, but focus on the perks of the present, for now!”

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"That was said so horribly wrong but you sounded very cute while trying. A for effort."

( &.ORIGIN, accepting! @seokian )

Huffing, Chanhyun flopped onto the sofa, making a face---clearly dissatisfied with the outcome of her futile attempts. It was a miracle that someone like her was able to survive being an entrepreneur in Seoul, when she could hardly pronounce some of the simplest terms (simple to other people, of course). So, it’s obviously a thrill to be able to talk to someone else who was fluent in English and lived in an English-speaking country for some time of their life. Textbooks never really taught proper pronunciation, so she took these moments to improve her speaking---unfortunately, her efforts resulted in cuteness. 

“But, cuteness points aren’t going to help me when I need to actually say this, someday,” she whined into the cushion, dropping the book onto the floor and then turning to look at him from the corner of her eye. The twenty-five year old girl pouted, “I give up.”

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“Shut up! Just.. Shut up!”

( &.ORIGIN, accepting! @kiceun )

The way her body flinched at the sound of the rising of his voice was almost obviously visible and her eyes widened, seemingly shaking as she looked at him. She’d never been very good at arguments---she was the type of person to have her temper blown and then shout until she cried, and everything fizzled down afterwards. But, his voice snapped her out of focus and she stood frozen in spot for a moment, staring at him. 

In her eyes, the confusion almost glowed, and then it quickly turned into horror---fear at herself for having gone too far in the first place. And her voice caught in her throat, tears of apology and terror glassing over her eyes. “I---I’m sorry,” she managed. But, she hardly knew what she was apologizing for. It just felt right to say. “I’ll be quiet...”