#bangxseojoon

[mxhajoon]

⚪, 🔴, 🔷️

+ what are small things that mean something to your muse

Resting his chin in his hand as he thinks he smiles softly when something finally comes to mind. There was a lot of small things that meant the world to him, however food was a comfort for him. Yes, his plants comforted him as well but something about others giving food or taking his offers to come to dinner settled his mind. 

He’s always seen it as a way to connect, people are more honest when they aren’t hungry and he was hungry for honesty.  “offers of coffee and food. Wanting to aid my coffee addiction is always meaningful” 

+ what are bigger gestures that are important to your muse

“ I don’t know actually” he says pursing his lips, chin still in hand. Like with the smalls things there were also lots of big things he could choose from but admitting them out loud. Being vulnerable in that way, didn’t sit well with him. They were important to him however his judgment of those who can know have left him cautious, protective. 

+ is your muse good or bad at lying?

“So far no one’s called me out on it so i’m going to assume i’m good” smiling so wide his eyes turn to crescents he leans back in his seat. As much as he hates to admit it, its true. He’s had to hide many things about himself from others his whole life in order to stay protected. Although he wishes he could be open and make honest connections, he’s not so sure it can happen.

[kkotgilman]

@bangxseojoon​ x

winter snow, as bitingly cold as it could be, always brought out a certain playfulness within the blonde haired man. the newly fresh layer that had fallen the night before gave way to a rather bubbly side of joon’s personality. once he was thoroughly bundled up, he went out, set to take some pictures, maybe even make a snowman or snow angel, should he not feel too frozen by the end of it.

those plans had changed within a few clicks of his camera later when he spied a dear (and unsuspecting) friend of his bringing out his garbage to dump in the bin. with a quiet cackle, he collected up a ball of snow to compact together and tiptoed his way closer up behind the other. suddenly–

twack! he had reared his arm back and launched it to his right on the junction of the man’s neck and shoulder which brought up some boisterous laughter. “ha! got you, jeon.” last names were always a must when banter was on the line.

╰ ☆ ❛ he's found the literal definition of a blindside. alright, that's an exaggeration. the snow didn't strike him in one eye and no glacial water left him tearing. but the snowball stings against exposed flesh. though he has a flair for the dramatics, it's double the humiliation, in his humble opinion, since he's ill-equipped for the war. not only does he lack the proper armour, as in he went down with only a warm sweater because he didn't think he'd stay out long, but hyunmin has no gloves either.

     ❛ hey! you brat, what was that for? ❜ he cries out, teasing frustration dousing his words. once the spark of competitiveness lights within him, he doesn't know how to extinguish the fire in one swift movement. no flood has ever doused the ambition, and the only way he's forever resolved the issue was letting the flame run its course. he knows his fingers will ache cold and pink, but he reaches towards the ground to scrape together a cluster of white.

     ❛ get over here! ❜ he recognizes there's no point in yelling since everyone realizes if someone chasing them say those fateful words, it's a sign to dash the other direction. but he shouts it like a warning as he scampers over hot on the trail of the other male. the snowball in his hand melts from his body heat, turning into an icy mound instead. hyunmin tosses it, watching with a sense of bitter satisfaction when it smacks the other in the back with brute force. a frown as it didn't hit bare skin, but it’d hurt even through the clothes. he used his arms daily, mix it with gym workouts and the muscles built up.  ❛ hah! got you. ❜

[monhiver]

👓 + 🔁

( ⠀ seojoon cleaning hyojeong’s glasses ⠀ ╱ ⠀source ⠀)

⠀⠀ fixated at the task at hand, hyojeong had failed to notice that her glasses were slipping off the bridge of her nose. “can you hand me that real quick, please?” she mumbled while pointing at the small object, her gaze still on the board. the female wasn’t sure how they ended up playing operation but here they were, hovering over the small board as she held onto the tweezers tightly. hyojeong kept her hand steady, beads of sweat forming on her forehead as they began to roll down the sides of her face. the heat coming off of her body made her glasses fog up causing her to let out a groan as she froze in place. her lips parted to speak up but stopped when she felt a hand remove her glasses. the female closed her eyes immediately as her vision became blurry for a moment, wincing a bit in discomfort. “thank you...” she muttered lowly at the male, lips pursing together in a thin line as she awaited for him to return them.