#hrjisoo

[hrxseth]

I am not too late, am I? I owe you a birthday cupcake. Happy birthday!

No, you’re not late at all, it is still my birthday for a few hours. Thank you Jisoo, I can’t wait :)

[hrxmisook-blog]

“You seem so perfect. I don’t get it.”

prompt.

→ flattery can get many people into many places. in this situation, misook is in a good mood and willing to entertain the stranger. while his looks need some refining, she can appreciate the man’s hidden attractiveness. plus, her husband had just left and, ever scorned by her situation every time she was reminded of it, she was in the mood to play. 

the whole of south korea knows of her marriage and yet, misook is still bold. she rests her chin in the palm of her hand and looks up at the man from beneath her lashes. she smile is slow and not unlike a cat about to pounce. she’s making attempts now to draw the man into her game and she dearly hopes he’ll be willing to play. 

“why don’t you have a seat and tell me what seems to be so perfect?”

[hrdaehyun-blog]

Invades personal space.

Daehyun hums softly as he pokes the onions around in the pan with a wooden spoon. He had finally managed to find some time for himself which means that he had gone to the grocery store and bought enough stuff for him to cook some meals for the week. Even though he didn’t do it often because he barely had the time in between his studies and his job, he really did like cooking. He used to watch his mom cook when he was younger, and he’d help her too, his mom more than happy to have him participate. So she thought him what she knew.

He reaches for the vegetables he had cut and prepared earlier and tosses them into the pan to join the onions. He then glances at the tablet propped nearby to re-read the instructions, as if he didn’t check them each time he was done with a step. While the vegetables cook, he moves to start preparing the meat. That’s what he’s doing when he feels a presence behind him. Now, he normally doesn’t have any problems with people stepping into his personal space, except when he’s studying or if it’s someone he really doesn’t want near him, but what unsettles him right now is that the person doesn’t say anything.

He continues to cut the meat, pretending that the other person isn’t there. He knows that logically, it has to be one of his roommates, who else would it be if not them? A murderer, his mind so helpfully supplies, and he almost rolls his eyes at himself. He expects the person to grab something from the fridge, but no, they just hover near him without saying anything!! So Daehyun slowly sets his knife down and whirls around so fast that he catches Jisoo’s surprised look.

His poor roommate looks like a deer caught in headlights. “What are you doing just staying there all silent?” Daehyun asks him, but there’s not an ounce of reproach in his tone. He’s surprised, but he’s also happy because it’s not often that Jisoo comes close to him like this, to the point of invading his personal space. It’s usually the other way around. It’s usually Daehyun invading Jisoo’s space, worming his way closer to the older, hoping to make him smile and brighten his day a little so he can lose a bit of that tension he always seems to carry in his shoulders.

“It smelled good,” Jisoo mumbles and Daehyun can’t help but grin before he says “What did? Me? Or the food?” and then he starts chuckling because the older now looks so flustered. “Would you like to have a taste?” And when he sees Jisoo’s eyes widening, he quickly adds, “the food hyung. Would you like to taste the food.” He’s pretty sure that the tips of his ears are bright red so he quickly turns his back to the other and focuses on quickly stirring the vegetables in the pan. Surprisingly, he still feels Jisoo’s presence, which means the other didn’t escape this awkward situation. As a matter of fact, he soon feels the older leaning a bit against him so he can have a better view of what Daehyun has been cooking.

So Daehyun scoops a few vegetables with the wooden spoon and brings it up to Jisoo’s mouth over his shoulder and he turns his head slightly to see the other take the food into his mouth and chew. "So? What do you think?"

[hreunjae]

closed starter for @hrjisoo

“Uh, excuse me, is this seat taken?” His voice sounds unnaturally small and he knows why, but he doesn’t need other people to know. It’s one thing to be proud of his sick habits, but he’s not stupid enough to share them with the rest of the world. Not that this does anything to solve the constant spinning of the space around him and the floor feeling like a ship deck wherever he goes. He’s wobbly on his legs -- people might think he’s drunk or high or both. He’s neither, but he is really tired, just having spent an entire night cramming for some test he knows he’s barely going to pass.

The boy is clutching his backpack. It’s pink with cartoon clouds on it. The kind with cute drawn faces on them. Eun-Jae has bought it the other day because he thought it was pretty, ignoring the stares he got from some old couple as he enthusiastically held the bag in his arms. It doesn’t take much to make the student happy -- his entire life he’s been taught to believe that materialistic items are there to comfort him and keep him content. Perhaps his plushy collection is the biggest example of this.

He offers a weak smile, subtly taking a deep breath through his nose to calm his dizziness. “I, ah... I can pay for your food, if you want? I just need to sit for a bit.”

[hrxseungwoo-blog]

@hrjisoo:

[...]

[sms] jisoo → seungwoo: you and me both…. [sms] jisoo → seungwoo: i’m trying to put myself out there but it is rly painful [sms] jisoo → seungwoo: like going against my natural rhythm. i think its killing me. i should probably just hermit inside my room. for the next 10 years. hbu. [sms] jisoo → seungwoo: dont worry i’d let you come over . .. . we could have. cup noodles. 

[sms] seungwoo → jisoo: if my equally hermit ass can get one very hot dude to be interested in me, u can too  [sms] seungwoo → jisoo: i have faith in you !!! (￣`Д´￣)9 [sms] seungwoo → jisoo: we can get through this just like we got through this very awkward phase together [sms] seungwoo → jisoo: [image.jpg attached] [sms] seungwoo → jisoo: might take you up on that offer very soon hmm

[hrdaehyun-blog]

Let loose x {Jisoo + Daehyun}

Starter for @hrjisoo

Daehyun had been keeping his eyes on Jisoo for a while now. His older roommate had unknowingly become the main subject of Daehyun’s study, which was about Jisoo’s habits. After weeks of subtle observing, he came to the conclusion that his roommate was stuck in an extremely boring routine of home-work-home repeat ad infinitum. This was unacceptable and something had to be done about it. Of course, Daehyun knew that no one else but him could take this matter into their hands.

He waited until Thursday evening, because he didn’t have classes on Friday, so this was the perfect time for his plan. Jisoo returned from work and as usual they all had dinner at different times as they rarely managed to coordinate their meal times. His older roommate had just sunk onto the couch when Daehyun put his plan into action. He was already dressed to go out, tight jeans and a black button up shirt that was a bit sheer, and his hair styled up and giving him a more mature look than the soft one he usually gives when his hair is down. He threw himself onto the couch, right next to Jisoo and sidled up to him, grabbing his arm and resting his chin on the boy’s shoulder.

“Hyung? I’ve noticed that you’ve been working too much lately and spending all your free time at home is not healthy, which is why I decided that you’re going out with me tonight. C’mon, we need to go see what you have in your closet because there’s no way you’re going out wearing this.” Did Jisoo even own clothes that made him look sexy? Well, Daehyun supposed he was going to find out soon enough. He unglued himself from Jisoo’s side and moved to stand back up, tugging on his roommate’s arm to get him to stand up.

[rosaleexhr-blog]

ROSALEE AHN, 24

Hwaryung, SK

About Rosalee

HELLO! Friendly Canadian here living in Korea now! This Tinder description won’t make me justice because I’m more funny than that and I’m full of energy! Like a vitamin! (wink wink profile picture LOL) I can’t stop moving. But I’m still really into video games, as well as sports! I’m a bit tomboy even though I also like being feminine. I’m both! Also lots of memes. ANYWAYS. Come by!

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YOU GOT A MATCH! (( @hrjisoo ))

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Rosalee : Hi there!

[hryujin-blog1]

@hrjisoo

yujin was not one to attend events simply because he was invited.

declining was something he’s gotten good at over the years, but his skill seemed to need some refinement as mr. lee managed to rope him into attending the exhibit, regardless of his personal inhibitions. and yujin, who was all for snarky comments but not for disrespecting his elders, decided to bite his tongue and bide his time as he wandered around the campus grounds.

it was cold, still, so yujin wrapped his scarf tighter around him. he figured, since he was here on his own free will anyway, that he might as well check out the alumni exhibit mr. lee had so vivaciously boasted about. and so he made his way over to the oddly-named hall that housed it, stepping through the wooden double doors with the words alumni art exhibit 2019.

yujin couldn’t wrap his head around the concept of essentially showing off the works of already-graduated students, but he swallowed down his questions with some bitter contempt—after all, what would he know about all this? it’s not like he was patient enough to sit through the whole four years demanded for an art degree.

soon enough, he found himself swarmed with students and professors alike, and yujin cursed his reputation once again. because for some odd reason, pictures of his work have been circulating online, and he’s been branded as this defiant artist with bold, provocative pieces that the youth lauded him for.

yes, he sounded old for calling them youth. and yes, he felt old being around them, despite being the same age as some of the seniors, as he repeated the decline for pictures over and over and over until his lips felt like they were about to fall off.

eventually, mr. lee came to his rescue and he was left in relative peace. and yujin, drained from being mobbed so goddamn early in the morning, decided to leave and look at the exhibited pieces some other day.

until one of the paintings caught his eye.

he immediately made a beeline for it, before examining it as closely as he could without any physical contact (fingerprint oil was bad for any kind of art, after all). the painting was solemn, if described in a single word; it was made of dashes and blobs and swirls—abstract, the likes of which yujin often abhorred—but somehow this painting resonated with him.

maybe it had to do with the colors used: the purples and the oranges and the whites, together in harmony, depicting a picture both regal and chaotic.

whatever it was, yujin knew he had to at least meet the person who made this. after a short conversation with mr. lee—which had the dean asking him more questions than he felt comfortable answering—it turned out that the artist had confirmed their attendance for the alumni homecoming tonight.

it was decided, then. with lim jisoo’s business card in hand (smaller company, huh? yujin noted with a faint smirk), he waited for the man of the hour to arrive.