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Headcanon meme - send me a symbol and I’ll describe my muse’s…

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Minho is easily amused and therefore, he’ll find humor in just about anything, including himself. He normally laughs pretty quietly unless he finds it really funny, often balling his hand into a fist and covering his mouth out of habit.

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Headache

Headache: How my character will take care of yours when they have a headache

his fingers drummed on the mixing desk as if he was unconsciously trying to find a rhythm for his next mixtape. it was the same thing every time, one foot put in his workplace and Jay Park appeared, the Jay Park who consumed musical notes as if they were his daily dose. a bowl of music in the morning before responding its email-odies. Then he writes, composes and eats again when noon-hour has come around. his life was a rhythm. don’t talk to him about love, he doesn’t understand the language. it has been years now that he has put his love life in brackets, because the only thing that matters to him now is his weed. he knew more about the artists than how relationships work. he could give you a quick summary of the latest musics but, in response to your requests for advice about love, all you would get from him would probably be a long silence. it’s because his world revolves around a treble clef that an idea had banged his head while he was composing a few weeks ago. living in Seoul but still connected to its American sources, he was quite aware of the influence Iggy Azalea had on the music scene lately and it was only natural that he had contacted her. by this meeting, he had hoped to have the opportunity to work with her for his next album.

she had accepted.

D-Day arrived, the nervousness easily read on his face as he stared on the clock every minute, hoping that thirty minutes had passed in a few seconds. everything will be alright, you’ll see. ten minutes. fifteen minutes flew when a knock coming from the front door rose him out of his thoughts. a smile appeared on his face, knowing exactly who it was, as he walked nonchalantly toward the said door to lace his fingers around the handle, open it and reveal a slender figure, the one of a woman. « aye Iggy, whassup? come in. »  opening the door  enough to let her in, he then guided her to the recording studio. she knew why she was there, it was almost futile to waste time talking about everything and nothing when there were work to do. Jay wasn’t the type of guy to babble and ramble and he hoped that it was the same for her. « I’ve been workin on the instrumental wit one of my producer, hopefully you’ll like it as much as I do. » he walked toward the computer to play the melody he has talked about a few seconds ago then whirled around, his back now facing the booth to look at her, trying to discern a single reaction from her. « the intro… wow. pretty classy, I like that. » « yeah, we thought that droppin a cool beat during the begining would give good vibes and why not making people want to listen to it ‘til the very end. you know, like some thing you’ve been addicted to after the first bite. » « you did great. it’s catchy. well.. guess now it’s time for us to make it alive? ya ready mister Park? » her eyebrows wriggling a bit, she walked into the recording booth and placed the headphone over her ears, ready to start. the music playing, now it was time for the real deal.

hours flew, Iggy parts had been recorded and ready to be used on the final track. Jay was impressed how professional she sounded. it was as if she was born for that, like a given talent. there weren’t a lot to change, maybe two or three notes to sing on a higher tone but beside that. yeah, he knew she wasn’t nobody and it was now that he realized it. Iggy Azalea was by his side, working with him. pretty unreal, right? he wetted his lips habitually as he listened carefully to the final result, and it was with a sincere smile that he was about to congratulate her. « awesome, really awes- you okay? » head clicked to the side, he directed his eyes towards her with a worried expression painted all over his face. she was rubbing her temple like if something has been bothering her since a few minutes. « if there’s somethin wrong about that track, go ahead. » « it’s nothing ‘bout that, my head is like a fuckin salk shaker. » « headache? » « yeah. a bad one. » nipping on his lower lip, he abruptely stood up from his chair to walk out of the studio, leaving Iggy behind her. he didn’t think of what he was doing in the first place, his body was his own master, pushing Jay to stride to the tiny kitchen. with a quick move, he took a glass and pour water in it before going back to the female. « there’s nothing much here. usually we go to the drugstore but since it’s past 10.. maybe you should take a nap, I will stay there in the meantime, and keep workin on our collab. » « talkin to me like if I was a weak girl, the headache won’t kill me y’know! » a soft chuckle escaped his lips, a bit ashamed of what he had said but still worried about her health. he was just like her, not the kind of person to bother with a headache when work needed to be done, but when it was about his co-workers.. it was different. « work can wait, relax. I’m sure it’s what you need. we’ve been workin non-stop for.. uuh.. » as he talked, he lifted his wist enough to read the time on his watch. « 11 hours, girl! really I don’t mind takin a break right now. » « hm. if you say so… see ya in a few hours, then? » Jay didn’t bother responding but, instead, he simply nodded his head a few time with a smile spread across his face and as she got up, he pointed to the living room, subtly telling her she can rest there since no one was supposed to come and go in the AOMG building. at this hour of the night, this place was safe, and Jay got her back anyway. « sleep tight. »

[geo-na]

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She looked at here phone and saw a photo attached with an unknown number. Geo Na drops her jaw as she sees a dazzling backside and whines slightly. “How does she even look like that?” she whimpered to herself as she sat down on a bench near by an fully examined the image. “Why do I know that ass?” she asks herself and looks up as someone walks by and she closes the picture. She deletes it and sighs. “I hate everyone,” she mumbles.