Come back home, trash.
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Come back home, trash.
I'm going to find my heart.
(MY HEART, MY HEART) CATCH ME IF U CAN <333
*hate mail*
*insert borderline #savage reply*
Daeguuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu-uu-uuu~
CHEONGJUUUUUUUUUUUUUU
“Like many other idols and entertainers, you branched off from your original field and chose to take on acting—a venture you have thus far achieved moderate success in. What was it that originally prompted you to try out acting? If given the opportunities, would you consider actively pursuing the profession alongside your activities as a musician?”
“It’s. I think–” A sheepish smile at the apparent trouble he finds in articulating his thoughts at first, a moment’s pause accompanying the minute action and an inhalation names sudden success. “That’s a good question. It doesn’t feel that long ago, when I played in a musical–do you know Sonagi?–for the first time. Thinking about it actually makes me feel old. Looking back on it now, eighteen feels really young, yanno? It could be just me, though. Feeling like one of the elderly has been a constant struggle.”
You've got a face of a thug.
“You don’t know?” A brow arches as testament to his feigned disbelief as he slips easily into the facade; he's only waiting for the proper moment to speak again when he allows an elongated pause that he effectively wastes in blinking somewhat dazedly at him. "I've been a thug since the cradle, Judes."Nonchalance became dire in this moment as he carefully (carelessly) attempts to fish for a compliment-- and if not, he thought judiciously, he would grope for it in what the other had said prior to the jumble his own words often became. "Fashion is so stressful, Judy. I'm getting too old to keep up--"
"Should I lose weight in my face?"
“Bibum.” He offers a series of excruciatingly slow blinks at first, and when he opens his mouth again, it’s in the beginnings of a yawn. It was almost as if he’d been sapped of his energy just at the beginning of the other’s inquiry, and he moves to rest his head in the palm of his hand before providing Jim with a response. “What are you talking about? Do you really think you need to lose weight or is this some weird hobby because you’re bored without me?”