#ashekim

[antiira-blog]

a starter for : @ashekim !

BY THE TIME THEY FINISH SPARRING it’s dark outside the dojang. Ashe wipes the mat with Junseo’s sweat, much to the chagrin of the latter. It can’t be helped when he repeatedly underestimates her strength, let alone her endurance. Not that she couldn’t incapacitate him even without internalized misogyny stealthily threading through his feminist discourse. He’s impressed - and not in the way that he didn’t expect a woman to pin him down, but in the ways that she is one of the few individuals who could. 

Their bodies slick with stamina and vigor walk off their final round as perspiration is the glue that their gear is held together with. He pulls off his mits and dumps it next to the kicking pads at the edge of the mat. “It’s late,” he informs her, forgetting that she could see the blackness out the glass doors. “Hit the showers and split a cab?”

[fy-seojun]

LVSH’S ZINNIE HARADA TO TAKE OVER CO:HRT’S YOO SEOJUN’S NYLON COVER?

Rumours have been flying around lately within the industry that CO:HRT’S bad boy lead vocalist Yoo Seojun would be gracing the cover of NYLON Magazine’s late August issue, but as of August 5th, there seems to be another story. Insiders within the publication industry have stated that due to Seojun’s recent controversies, his cover spread has now been dropped and will be replaced by another known idol. No names were mentioned but with hints like how the said idol “just had a comeback” and “isn’t from Korea”, all fingers seem to be pointing at LVSH’s very own main vocalist and sub-rapper, Zinnie Harada. 

When reached out to NYLON Magazine, this is what they had to say:

This is NYLON Magazine. The rumor regarding Yoo Seojun’s participation in the late August issue of our publication is untrue. Although there are rumors stating that Seojun was slated for a cover shoot and feature in our magazine, his participation was only under consideration. Current controversies could not have played a role in our previous decisions. We already decided on someone else and will be releasing previews soon. However, we sincerely apologize for any confusion. 

There have been no direct statements from Seojun, Zinnie, nor their company TQ Entertainment as of right now. However, just an hour ago Seojun left this ambiguous tweet on his personal Twitter. Thoughts?

[rveddiez-blog]

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« accepting » from this prompt!

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[jaenitor-blog]

⟨ 💦 ⟩ ft. @ashekim

       she would say it’s a bit uncalled for – but that would be self-deprecating. ashe kim is no saint, even if she likes to pretend as to be. this boy clearly isn’t either, as contorted as his crude humor is. ( what a fucking prick. ) the comment digs into her pride in ways she dares not admit. she’s spiteful and shifts her hips in the hopes that her bony ass will bruise his legs. he’s a pervert, but there’s more to the revenge. this shifting separates his legs until her rear hits the seat. however, it threatens to send him off the seat and backwards onto the ground.

       “wanna keep complaining? or do you want to walk?”

       they’re on her red scooter – usually enough for her to get around when she needs to, but barely enough for two. she picks up her helmet, one that mimics the appearance of a strawberry, and hands him the more masculine spare that takes shape as a watermelon. as abrasive as she is, she is equally as eccentric. “if you complain about the helmet, you can sleep outside tonight.” it’s ironic because she has done the wrongdoing. she doesn’t know if he has friends he can call for but perhaps they’ll pick him up later.

       their situation now is a result of an argument outside. she doesn’t know who touched her in the crowd, but he looked like a plausible subject. it’s late in the evening and she’s exhausted. a day spent nursing a hangover is nothing new, but her patience has worn thin through meetings, one after the next. with the sum of things, she found herself shoving him away, but that sent the keys in his hand into the sewers – which is what brings them to the predicament they are in now. he isn’t invited, but she has to have him over for now.

    It’s a long ass line with dozens of people pushing and shoving their way in, pressing up against him, breathing down his neck and if they were cute, maybe he would of let them and maybe he would of pulled them closer and subject them to his flirtations-- but they were not. ( Plot twist: they’re guys! ) And then he’s the one shoving at the crowd, patience waring thin, mind no longer remembering why he was standing in line in the first place because the wait was that long. Next thing you know his hand is on some girls ass amongst all the pushing he’s doing. But he’s pulling back a second too late ( because maybe he instinctively fondled her in the process ). She’s screaming profanities and he’s trying to back himself up, yet she’s not having any of it. Too busy arguing, he’s caught off guard once she shoves him in the middle of it all, and for someone so small, her force actually pushes him back a little. 

    He’s able to catch himself last minute. ( Though his house keys weren’t so lucky. )

    The two reach a compromise of some sort, one in which he too steadily agreed to because as of tonight-- he was homeless. But no rule was set on him not to complain, so complain he does. Watermelon helmets and all. How old was she, five? He’s busy strapping down the childish thing and grumbling to himself, leaning against her in order to keep his ass from falling off. Yet their close proximity reminds him all too much of the events that took place before all the yelling and though the touch was brief, he could still faintly recall how it felt against his palm-- and he’s dumb enough to voice his thoughts out loud.

    She has a thing for that-- pushing. He can only cast a sardonic smile, picking himself up and dusting off his pants to distract himself from the insults threatening to spill from in between his teeth. “Alright, alright, I’ll shut up. Since you’re so willing to take me in.” He’s back on the scooter now, hands ghosting atop her shoulders, unsure if she’ll go on another violent streak if he so much as touches her again. “May I--?”

[antiira-blog]

pantone, converse, bands

+ aesthetic themed ask list.status: accepting • for @ashekim

Pantone. : describe a person close to your life in detail.

If I heard the name Jung Soojung, I would think of: unfinished cups of coffee, flower arrangements, and reflecting glass. Tiny feet running down the hallway and half-unwrapped candies. Listening to old vinyls as the trains drive by. I would think of strawberry shampoo. I would think of the ocean crashing against the shoreline. I would think of quiet. I would think of my baby sister.

If I heard the name Jung Seojun, I would think of: tossed duvets and baby’s breath, lipstick stains on mugs of morning brew, a kitten purring into my hand. Neon lights spelling out “it is what it is” and “fuck me if i’m wrong, but” somewhere below it. A hand always in mine and soft childish whispers and giggles beneath blankets. I would think of fire. I would think of curiosity. I would think of my other half. I would think of my twin brother.

If I heard the name Jung Taekwon, I would think of: nights when the street lamps flickered out completely. A staircase that leads to nowhere and all the drugs it would take to imagine that. Falling asleep in a bathtub filled with ice water fully-clothed. I would think of bloodied noses and knuckles. I would think of my father. And then I would think of nothing and nothing at all.

Converse.

Bands. : talk about a song/band/lyric that has affected your life in some way.

empty : metricThere was no way out, the only way out was to give inThere was no way out, the only way out was to give inHow I love to give in

The first stanza speaks to his childhood, or all of his life before incarceration at 14. He did not have a smooth sailing relationship with a lot of people, except with his twin brother Seojun. It is his curse that ached to commit crimes and because of it, he seemed to believe he had no real control over his compulsion to fulfill these acts of violence.

Here no one sleeps, one lays up while the other lies downWhere no one sleeps, one lays up while the other lies downAsk the line on your face what the line on your hand meantWe couldn’t see what was coming

The second stanza reminds him of time spent in the detention home: uniformed nature, contemplation of release, reflection on his actions leading him to his current state. He’s frozen in a time warp of uncertainty and remorse.

Shake your head it’s emptyShake your hips move your feetShake your head it’s emptyShake your hips move your feet

The third stanza depicts his destruction upon entering the workforce. He cannot attain a proper job because of his history. His father utilizes Junseo’s marked record as ammunition to try to puppet him. Junseo acts out and their last altercation cuts ties.

I’m so glad that I’m an island I’m so glad that I’m an island I’m so glad that I’m an island now

A single line repeated is a representation of how Junseo feels of being disowned. He’s alone and away from the ties of being attached to the main land. The repetition of it also symbolizes a mantra he tells himself when he doesn’t believe that the choice he made was the right one for him.

Sickness was fixing me someCoughed out my heart in the last stallNow that the damage is doneI never miss it at all

The final stanza solidifies where Junseo stands now. He acknowledges what his life has been up until this point and knows that it is what it is and as he will not care to emulate it once again, it will not define him either. Metric’s Empty in fact does not just affect his life but write it out in poetry, if seen that way.

[staywcke-blog]

“but did you do it?”

FIVE WORD PROMPT / @ashekim / ACCEPTING

[ Ξ ] Travis shrugged with a facade of apathy. Even his eyes were dull, void of emotion and fleeting signs of any thoughts he may have had regarding what he had done. But it was just that: a facade. He wanted to make her think he had failed the little challenge she presented him with. Though the act was short lived once he ever so casually handed her a napkin with a phone number scribbled across it. “Yeah.” It was all he had to say, really. He had no plans on actually calling the woman seated at the bar, still staring in their direction. He did, however, want to win the little bet he had made with Ashe.Plopping down into the booth they had reserved for the night, he reached for one of the bottles of alcohol given to them by the staff as a thank you for being such “loyal” customers. “So,” he began, holding the bottle up just to catch enough light in order to read its label, he took a long swig, “You gonna go get her boyfriend’s number when she goes to the bathroom? Or are you gonna back out now that you actually have to do it?” Lowering the bottle of vodka, he extended his hand, offering it to her, along with a glass in the other. He was never sure if people perferred to drink from the bottle or the glass. The former seemed a lot more efficiant in his opinion. "If you're too scared, you can always show me just how strong of a tolerance you have."

[spoiledsovls]

@ashekim.

teach me?

wiping the blood from her lip with her sleeve, she’s on the ground but manages to look up at the other. it seemed like some kind of light was shining down on her, ashe was one person that hyejung could tolerate because she hoped that the other tolerated her. ashe kim, a role model for hyejung. the younger had gotten into another fight at the club--no surprise. she thought that she could handle all the girls that came at her, but at some point, she was surrounded and was the one getting beat up. ashe had stepped in, hyejung looked up at her with admiration while the older just looked down with pure annoyance. "if you're gonna fight then at least keep it clean and confined." was all that slipped through out her lips, hyejung jumped onto her feet.

“then if i’m going to keep it clean and confined, why don’t you teach me? you seem like a skilled fighter, reaching beyond my expectations.”