Send me one "Dear---" and I'll write a letter to this person:
Dear Past Me,
Taehyung, you have done well. You’ve brought us both good and bad memories. You’ve brought us Bangtan, you’ve brought us love, you’ve made us cry and scream and shout. But i want to say thank you, thank you for living, for making me, well us, into the person we are today. Also thank you for running away that one time and auditioning for BIGHIT and actually getting in, because phew like i so did not want to suffer those consequences--
"Are there any occasions in which you might choose something else over a cup of coffee?"
“Oh, well.”, the question made Myungsoo silent for some seconds, lips pressed against each other forming a thin straight line. He wanted to say something he couldn’t. I would choose someone to kill, someone fresh, someone unexpected, someone entertaining. But he held himself back and simply shrugged his shoulders. “Perhaps, but I cannot think of an occasion right now.”, a chuckle escaped his lips as he nodded.
for; ✢ hateship starters | huscy | (status: not accepting)
It must’ve been an off day for the particular idol. He partly blamed in on the wrong pair of socks he wore in the morning amidst half consciousness, and partially on the bad weather that undoubtedly decreased his tolerance for unpleasant semblance. To really hit the peak of the day, however, when the elevator down the building decided to suspend a floor before the lobby—leaving the poor boy along with another unfortunate male in an enclosed space of both heat and exasperation.
“I’m stuck with you, and therefore I’m in hell.”
He deemed that the other one wasn’t in the best of his moods either, but couldn’t quite bring himself to retort to the crude statement with a conspicuous frown locked upon his lips, “Well, to make this fair, it ain’t really the most joyful moment of my life, either.”
♠:What is the hardest thing about playing this muse?
He can’t commit/settle down even if he has really strong feelings for someone. [Mostly my fault, I’ve been rping him since 2011 and my very first rp, too much drama. Got his first girlfriend, realized he liked a dude, mun of the gf got pissed and made her muse preggo with his child without asking me and then killed it and that trauma still follows me till now OTL]
Walking down the isle in the slightly crowded supermarket, Taehyung was to focused on trying to find the food and other things one of his Hyungs wrote on the shopping list. Not noticing that the person in front of him had stopped walking so Taehyung ended running into the others back. Stumbling back slightly, he notices that the person who he ran into had started to turn around. Having his flight or fight instincts turns sideways looking at the food in front of him, pretending he wasn’t the one who ran into the other.
“Truth is, I can’t hate someone I don’t care about.”
Awkward. Starter Sentences — &status: not accepting.
“Truth is, I can’t hate someone I don’t care about.”
…And that was a rather obvious statement, of which Myungsoo had never thought before. They were listening to a Madonna song (don’t ask why, they don’t know why either) in Myungsoo’s car when the younger spoke, saying he hated the singer in the radio.
Of course, they were both very fond of rock and other genres— Hansol being part of a band and Myungsoo being a guitar player, they couldn’t help but have similar taste in music. Which surely did not include Madonna. “Well, you mightn’t hate her, but her songs are really… Ugh.”, Myungsoo let a soft laugh escape his lips, changing the radio station.
( ! ) Send me a ’ღ’ to generate a romancy drabble.↳ 8 / 9 - I Prefer Blue : paint in your hair, you don’t play ‘fair’; our muses are painting some rooms in the house, a debate between which hue ensues, and ends in an all out paint-war.
&huscy:
☂ — Sujin had always dreamt of attending a co-ed school, but due to her parent’s conservative way of thinking, she has been forced to study in an all-girls school only. After the long months of consideration, she has been granted her wish; but that hazy and sunny reverie quickly disappeared when she finally grasped the idea of what real boys are, days after the opening ceremony took place. She had always based her standards upon someone who’s like her brother (maybe even more greater), good looking, smart, and speaks only when spoken to; but the opposite gender that has been laid out to her was the complete opposite, the perfect foil: obnoxious, loud, and sweaty. It had gotten to a point where she, and a male senior had collided, about how the Hallyu industry has gotten so slack and unreal these days. Sujin remained loyal to her standings, she was to protect her Girl’s Generation unnies and her 2PM oppas.. though the older male thought so differently.
Called down to the office, they were both scolded, most especially Sujin and how “girls-should-be-the-one-who-stops-fight-and-not-instigate-them”. As a result, Hansol and Sujin were given the task to repaint the old music room, leaving the duo to reflect upon their actions.
“If you weren’t so immature, and you’re the older one here, we wouldn’t have to repaint this mess of a room!” Sujin grunted, hauling buckets of paints into the large and empty space. Hansol bit his tongue, sorting out the brushes. This girl was going to end up nowhere, and he sure wasn’t going to be dragged along. Sujin rolled her sleeves up, slightly tucking her skirt higher up to her waist. The first year bent down to open the blue paint’s lid, though before she could, he had raised a question.
“What are you planning to do with that?” he tilted his head to the side, strangely looking at his junior.
Sujin rolled her eyes, finally opening the metallic can open, “To paint this room blue of course, duhhh,” she retorted back, dropping any sort of formalities; he had lost her respect, and he wasn’t expected to ask it back.
“Crazy girl, this room’s meant for music, music isn’t always dainty. Blue won’t do it.” Hansol spoke like as if he was giving an ultimatum, final, firm, and decisive.
“Well, I carried the paint in, so I should be the one making the decisions here, Music-isn’t-always-dainty-nim.” she stood up, sauntering pass the older one as she hastily snatched the biggest paintbrush, dipping it in the paint poured out. Sujin walked towards a wall, parallel and away from where Hansol was.
“I’m painting this beige then,”
“No, you’re painting it blue.”
“Beige.”
“Blue!” went on the retorting bicker between the two. In a matter of time, Sujin lifted up the bucket of the nude colour, tossing its content towards Hansol, somewhat angered that it had only landed on his hair.
As soon as she saw the senior dipping his hands down the blue paint, Sujin braced for impact “No.. No.. No, no, no, no! Anything but my hair!” she cried, but all she felt was a light caress upon her crown.. He touched her hair. And it meant absolute war for her.
The second year felt her cheeks burning up, a lump lodging up her throat as a hand gently pat her hair, her fingers stained a light-blue. She stared at the male with disbelief, her fazed demeanor fading into a fused one, cheeks stained red. “I said not, my, hair!”
Hansol took cover, running away from the opposite sex, his crisp white uniform now drenched and covered with a dry-blue hue. In a desperate return, he had grabbed random colours, splattering it all over the room while trying to get back to Sujin…
Let’s just say, both their uniforms, the room, and the two of them didn’t appease the faculty adviser so much..
