#exbercnt

[onibuugi]

// We haven't gotten the chance to write together yet but I really love seeing you on my dash. You portray him so well thus I enjoy reading your content! 💕

what is ONE THING you like about the way i play my character?

@exbercnt

  Whhhhaaaat?  Oh no we need to change that! We’ve definitely got to write together soon.I haven’t written very much because there’s been so many scandals and produce101 was a huge toll on my muse, I’ve been regretting not having him around more.  I’m happy that people read what I’ve written about him and actually enjoy the portrayal, that means a lot.I hope you can continue to enjoy it and also write with me when you have the time <3

[onibuugi]

❤️ ❌

what icon? asked by: @exbercnt

❤️ for my favorite icon of my muse

❌ for my least favorite icon of my muse

[limceh-blog]

(rihwan) ❛ You want me to apologize for something you did? ❜

@exbercnt entered the area

“yes please, I swear if I go there she will kick me down.” it had really not been with any bad intentions, seungcheol was just clumsy sometimes. this time in the cafe he had accidentally knocked another persons drink. It was really an accident but the girl had seemed so very upset that he had run away from the scene without having the time to say sorry, his friend was the only way out because now the girl seemed angry, not upset but angry. 

“please, please rihwan. You know i don’t ask for much shit because I’m not that person but i really need your help now.” there was a pleading look in his eyes, he was truly afraid that the girl was going to hurt him. even if it was only a drink, there was no telling in how much the girl wanted it, how much it had cost or anything along those terms. 

[dcspondent]

exbercnt replied to your post: (rihwan & hajoon) #

hajoon: lets get pizza rihwan: i dont like pizza hajoon: gasps rihwan: stares at blankly this sums up the two of em..

im scREAMING BC ITS TRU

[dcspondent]

exbercnt replied to your post: i got into monsta x like two days ago & i’m now...

welcome to the fandom

thank you, i shall enjoy my never-ending stay :))))

[kiceun]

(jiyul 🤷🏻‍♂️) "Are you alright? You look pale."

❪ source. ❫  medical starters❪ querier. ❫  @exbercnt❪ status. ❫  not accepting

      wow, what is this marvelous sensation of head unfocused and mind blank with body somewhat unstable as his vision is now doubled? two times jiyul’s beauty witnessed in his reddish jaded eyes, now more inattentive and less wary than per usual (how indistinctive of ilseong) and there is a somewhat mildly sheepish smile dancing across his lips in such an ungainly manner. it is said (or so he believes after he’s read it in some old women’s  magazine somewhere) than when one is overwhelmed by duress, stress, and mental anxiety -- contemplating emotions or even denying them, overloading work upon their own shoulders then they are prone to falling ill, and now if he were to place himself in those parameters he is terminally ill; he’s the epitome of trepidation and bewilderment  -----  in his veins flows apprehension and disquietude instead of blood... evidently, in the way he behaves he’s fallen solemnly sick with... a cold? mayhaps, he would like to hold the unimpeachable belief that this is merely a sole cold which shall pass albeit he lacks comprehension and/or will to assimilate that it’s infeasible to dissent his state of being. for currently he lost all color to his face --- small sweat beads at his temples with an anguished endeavor of his boy to assault whichever virus or likewise decided to onslaught his body from within. it’s irksome and bothering to witness him, the boy who never removes the imperturbable and listless mask atop his expression, now so vulnerable and facile. he’s mortified that she sees him this way, mortified to the bone. nonetheless, as a coping method he uses (sardonic) humor to cope with matters which agitate his mind and heart. even at the most weak state of being, he shall never give up his fundamentals and offer a more jocular attitude, even when such approach is futile.

      ❛ isn’t a pale complextion considered beautiful, ‘though? ❜

[kiceun]

❪   @exbercnt​  //  beginnings.   ❫ 

      lee jiyul ; their highschool’s sweetheart. where-ever she paces at there is a pathway of flowers (tulips lilies and jasmine in particular albeit he doesn’t distinguish which in particular) and marshmallow kisses. it’s embittering ... she’s incredibly lovely that it is almost feigned, almost a fraud. there’s a juvenile gloss in her eyes, lips in an everlasting pink lush and a gracious grin -- the girl is exalted and slender, so exquisite in every movement she makes effortlessly, feasibly for the gymnastics classes she took, the ones which caused these two kids to grow further and further away from one another until one bright day after long months of neglection, they stopped talking for good. now, three years after the beginning of middle school and as they’ve reached tenth grade the boy cannot believe that in front of his eyes; at his very table he’s seated at, stands so gracefully the one and only lee jiyul.

      the daughter of two powerful business owners ----- the beguiling president of the community volunteers club; political and very well spoken girl with a smile bright enough to entice the coldest of hearts. she’s advocate for animal rights or women rights... one of the other, perhaps both (he doesn’t pay that much of attention), a golden girl, the family’s most precious treasure. during elementary and middle school she was very well coveted for her excessively cordial demeanor and now they she has become a young woman with a more mature body; long legs and chest growing accordignly to other limbs and other feminime curves --- she was becoming a young woman with each day that passes. and with each day he would notice the prying and preying gawks of fellow males his age. lord knows which opprobrious assessments they hold for such an ingenuous girl -- ilseong can wholeheartedly confess that jiyul is the epitome of endearment and there is nothing woman-like to her other than her physique. she still remains (and most likely would always) a young cherub in her kind heart. those glances... hormone filled gawks... ilseong solemnly swears he could punch them all in the face for looking at her. 

      his nibbled fingernails dig into the inner part of his palm which rests on his thigh as the school’s most talented, beautiful, and venerated girl stands in front of him. his face remains imperturbable all the while he digs them into his palm so intensely that he unintentionally re-opens a cut on his knuckles. stinging familiar sensation that is sharp --- fury or indignation is the sentiment which leads him to this sort of conduct. it causes the urge to cuss her rise in him, even if he ultimately remains silent and somehow composed as his response isn’t as venomous nor noxious as per usual. it’s just that after all these years, and  now  she recalls of his existence? now he doesn’t want her anymore. gone, you renegade -- stay gone.

      ❛ what, came to succor the young and wretched? or was all the other tables of nose-stuck-up-the-skies kids full that you came here? ❜