#iksangmi

[ikbongki]

cafe cafe + sangmi

@iksangmi

“ wow, look who decided to show up huh ?” he teased, his accent coming through as he spotted the heaven member enter the cafe. “ where are you coming from ?” the soloist questions, and he gestures towards the seat across from him. “ you actually look nice for once.” the brotherly smile on bongki’s lips was evidence towards the fact that he held no malice towards sangmi.  

[ikxhyeon]

@iksangmi / 1.27.2017

it’s been a while since he’s last talked to sangmi. with heaven’s promotions in full swing and diamond’s members working harder than ever, he can’t even remember the last time they interacted any further than a good night text or a quick check-in. but it’s easy enough now to free up his schedule; the sight of his own messy room was enough for a pang of remorse to shoot through him and fire off a quick text to sangmi: “on my way with noodles. be there.” like nearly everyone else, he’s kept up with heaven on his downtime, and knows that she’s currently at a broadcasting station. takeout box buckled safely into the passenger seat, he heads over to meet her.

[ikgippeum-blog]

slurred words!^^

recipient: @iksangmi​subject: send ‘slurred words’ to hear my muse describe yours whilst ridiculously drunk.status: accepting!

｡･:*:･ﾟ☆ it isn’t much of a shock that the latest releases are playing loudly through the club, and though gigi and her friends are seated in a more secluded section, they can still hear the dj choices loud and clear. almost instantly she picks up on the beginning notes to one of heaven’s new songs, and she quickly gets up from her seat, trying (and failing miserably) to perform what bits and pieces of the choreography that she’s seen on tv. “they’re so sweet! i love them!” she exclaims once she’s been dragged back to her seat, sparing her group from further embarrassment. “mm... mi’s my favorite. yes, i’m sure! i think i have a type, y’know-- cute leaders!” her hands go up to cup at her cheeks, making sure to point out that of all the cute leaders out there, she still ranks first on her list. “like, really though-- it’s so hard doing it, y’know? no, you don’t know, ah. well, it is! it’s not just like... being the oldest. for some people, anyway. people that care. y’know, you go from only takin’ care of yourself and then shit, now you’ve got a bunch of other people to take care of too? ‘nd everything you do bounces back off them, vice versa... it’s tough. good that she holds up through it all.” feeling satisfied with her soapbox rant, gigi nods confidently, reaching out for the pitcher of beer to remedy her parched throat. “but whatever she’s doing with those curls-- perm rods or whatever--” she pauses, wincing dramatically to finish her point. “she should prolly stop. love ‘er though!”