#icarusuho

[jinahz-blog]

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Get to know the people in my muse’s life.

— accepting! + 🍓 …someone my muse has never met, but wants to meet.

"Hmmm... Probably SHINee? I think they’re fantastic people and I’d love to meet them. I really love their recent music!” 

[ahyngkm-blog]

When you get this, reply with 5 things that make you happy. Then send it to the first 10 people in your activity. ʕ♡˙ᴥ˙♡ʔ

Ah– I’ve actually done this already (it can be found right here -> ♡) but instead of not answering this at all, I’ve decided to tweak it and name 5 people that make me very happy instead! Remember everyone! Always set aside time to appreciate the people who never fail to bring smiles to our faces, ‘mmkay? 

@prkjnny, @jgnhwa, @hyeros, @ymken, @daltaehyun – thank you for bringing so much laughter and light into my lives and I adore every one of you very, very much!!! ♡

[kjaejng]

❝ If by OK you mean like on the inside I’m just going ‘AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!’ then yes, I’m quite OK ❞

game grumps sentence startersstatus: still accepting

Well, that was surealy an interesting reaction, Jaejoong thought. The tall, well built and generally good looking male wasn’t very visibly shocked or even impressed, but his extremely blank look and lack of any expression was probably even weirder than any other behavior would be. He looked a bit like a statue, one that happened to move mouth and let out sounds. A bit creepy. “Your inside and outside are two different extremes, then. Isn’t that scary? Doesn’t it hurt? It surely can’t be OK... Need help?” He asked, half-concerned and half-amused.

[nxvalunxsis]

When you get this, reply with 5 things that make you happy. Then send it to the first 10 people in your activity. ʕ♡˙ᴥ˙♡ʔ

Muse: Minseok

❥ being on a soccer field and able to play soccer❥ spending time with his sister❥ food, even though he has to watch what he eats❥ hanging out with Joonmyeon and playing games❥ sunny days that aren’t too hot and perfect to be outside

[nxvalunxsis]

😵 @ minseok!

Meme: texts↪ Status: accepting  ↪ Muse: Minseok  ↪ For: @icarusuho

😵 for an exhausted text 

[ ✉ ↦ KJM11 ] Are you still up?[ ✉ ↦ KJM11 ] I don’t think I’ve been this tired in forever.[ ✉ ↦ KJM11 ] Practice really killed me today.[ ✉ ↦ KJM11 ] And yet I can’t sleep.[ ✉ ↦ KJM11 ] My ankle hurts too, I hope I didn’t sprain it.

[haikjoo-blog]

✘

HEADCANONS ; accepting

「✘」: What type of person would your muse most likely not feel attracted to at all? What traits (negative ones) would they need to have? Explain.

I think the list of types of people that Joohyun does not feel attracted to include everyone, and then some, but I’m sure I can narrow it down to a smaller group of people.

What Joohyun dislikes the most is people who try to tell her how to act, and who to be. Over the years she has worked hard to establish a sense of self confidence, and she refuses to allow anyone to tell her that she isn’t good enough. Not anymore. People who suggest she’d change to be favored by others, people who look down upon her for who she is and how she lives her life, those are the types of people she absolutely does not want to get involved with, be it romantically or platonic.

Aside from that, characteristics she cannot stand are dishonesty, laziness, and carelessness towards the feelings of others. Joohyun prides herself to be the polar opposite from all three of these, and she would not be attracted to someone who excessively shows these traits. 

[haikjoo-blog]

@icarusuho requested personal training

    ⚽ Her fingers slip past fabric like they run through water, eyes cast on the colorful array of motives, and patterns. She is nervous, jittery. very much unlike herself. It feels like the reigns she is so used to holding have been taken away from her, and she is left dueling empty handed.

Growing up, Joohyun has gotten comfortable with the idea that she is not very lady-like. She prefers ( Joonmyun’s ) sweaters over frilly blouses, and old -- preferably worn down -- jeans over short skirts, and dresses. Despite her mother’s perpetual nag, and her father’s firm ( and genuine ) believe that she is indeed a princess, her wardrobe says pauper more than anything.

And Joohyun prefers it that way.

But even beggars dress up like royalty when they are invited to the ball, and though her cousin’s wedding is hardly a ball, Joohyun knows her regular state of dress will not do at a proper event like this. which is exactly why she has requested Joonmyun’s expert help.

As much as the thought alone knots her stomach uncomfortably, he knows what looks good on a woman, more so than she ever will, and he is the only person she trusts when it comes down to finding a style that says both joohyun and hello, you do not have to pay for my coffee i am not a hobo. 

She glances at her phone and wonders if he is late, or she is just early, when a familiar mop of hair catches her attention. “Ah, oppa!” She steps away from the clothing rack, awkwardly fighting off a persistent dress that’s attached itself to her purse, “I-- You can let go now!”

With a soft yank the dress releases her from its claws, and she inches closer to her best friend, pout petulant, but look determined, “I really, really, hate shopping.”

[haikjoo-blog]

“Oh my god, just pet my hair already.”

NON  ROMANTIC FLUFF STARTERS ( accepting )

    ⚽ The clock has struck long past twelve when Joohyun finally makes it to her apartment. For once, it had not been work, but school that has kept her out until late. She had not been aware of a paper due the next day until a few hours prior, and frantic to finish the assignment on time she had taken residence in the university library, closing herself off from all outside distractions. 

Now, tired – But ultimately satisfied with the result, she stumbles into the small hallway of her apartment, nearly tumbling over a pair of unfamiliar shoes. I did not leave those here, did I? She reaches out, fingers finding the light switch after a few seconds of fumbling in the dark. When the light springs on Joohyun immediately recognizes the pair of worn sneakers, and with that; the cause of her almost fall.

Joonmyun.

She stomps into her living room with the very intent of giving her friend an earful, but when she reaches the couch he has taken residence on she finds him asleep. A sigh escapes her lips, and her displeasure melts away in favor of something softer. She hunches down in front of the couch, studying his face for a brief moment. 

“You almost look–” She pauses, praying he can’t hear her, or she’ll never hear the end of it, “you almost look not-stupid like this, stupid.”

She plops down on the floor, her knees rising to her chest as she continues to watch him. Which is not creepy at all, right? After all, he is the one who broke into her home ( read; he used the spare key she gave him herself ), and fell asleep on her couch. 

She’s never realized it, but he looks very soft when he’s asleep. Younger too. It reminds Joohyun of the time they spent together as children, laying down in the grass after an afternoon of playing soccer in the park. She remembers how the sun danced across his skin, and how the wind played with his hair. She remembers wanting to touch it, but being too afraid to reach out.

Young Joohyun had admired Joonmyun, admiration which had grown into mutual respect, which had resulted in a friendship stronger than she could ever imagine.

She reaches out, fingers halting before they touch the tuft of soft hair. She bites down her lower lip, hesitating –

                                        “Oh my god, just pet my hair already.”

The words catch her off guard, and with a soft noise she tumbles backwards. Away from the couch, and more importantly, away from him.

“You scared me, you jerk! I thought you were asleep! I almost fell over your shoes! I could have broken my neck and died, all the while you were here on my couch, planning to scare the life out of me,” Joohyun immediately jumps into defense, half heartedly swatting at the figure on the couch.

She can’t stay mad for very long, however, and once she has regained her posture she crawls on top of the couch – or rather, on top of him. 

“And you better not try to kick me off, this is your punishment,” she huffs indignantly, willing away the smile that threatens the corner of her lips.

Once she has settled in she lifts her hand, and from his perspective it must look like she is getting ready to hit him again, but when it lands the touch is gentle, slim fingers threading through his thick blonde locks. She pointedly does not look at him as she continues to pet his hair.

“Shut up, I don’t want to hear it, Kim Joonmyun.”