#mi:openstarter

[michunhei]

    Chunhei sat quietly with her hand pressed to the speakers of the stereo, the mall was crowded today, but the music store was seemingly empty. She couldn’t make out the words of the song, it was all distortion. Then it stopped, the girl quietly got up from her spot on the floor and decided to leave. The smell of sweets the lingered in the air from the food kisoks and the children running around made her feel dizzy.

    She made her way out and walked into the direction of the cafe. It was nice out, Chunhei enjoyed the spring. Everything came back to life, including the people. She smiled at the little boy who ran past her and the mother chasing him, and made her way into the cafe. During the day, she had the same routines. Which mostly consisted of waking up, drinking coffee and hoping nothing goes awry. After getting her usual, Chunhei turned around to find a spot to relax and felt her body collide with another, spilling the iced drink all over her and the other person. “Oh my god.” she spoke quietly closing her eyes in embarrassment and frustration.

[mixhaneul-blog]

OPEN 

Haneul yawns as he wakes up at a stranger's flat. Surprisingly enough, he was still decent. Clothes still on his body and he was on a couch. Smart move for whoever was the kind stranger that had let him sleep over. He scratches here and there, bed hair looking like a birds nest and his throat was dry. 

“Water.” He murmured to himself. Thank god there was no crazy hangover for him but the need for water was there. He stood up, searched for the kitchen and when he found it, went to the fridge right away to grab a bottle of cold water, drinking it in front of the open refrigerator and when he was done quenching his thirst, Haneul closes the door. “Ugh.” He groans and then only did he took notice of your presence. 

“The fuck!?” Haneul cursed. Obviously startled and wide awake now, he clutches on his chest and leans against the fridge. “You almost gave me a heart attack! Why were you just standing there and not saying anything!?” Asking the owner of the house such rude questions shouldn't have been an option, but there he was, forgetting his manners. Just as he has forgotten how the frickin' hell did he even end up sleeping at the stranger's place.

[eriskmi]

❝ oh the things i’d do to you if we were alone. ❞

✘ sentence starters  — expired

( ooc note: much like I did with minji, I’ll be making this as an open starter. To whoever sent this, thank you for sending this in! If the person that sent this in, or anyone, would like to take this starter, feel free to let me know! Or feel free to put a comment of some variety in the replies, and I’ll make my way to you! )

tw: brief mentions of violence & underlying themes

Often paranoid, a high guard anywhere she went, there’s never anything much that quite feels right. So, when she’s met with an unfamiliar voice, she’s unsure of how to interpret the message, even if the tone seems very attracted. She couldn’t deem anything as harmless until she could get an idea of intentions. But nonetheless, she puts a light smile on her lips as she turns; reminding herself to discard the rest of her drink before too long. “That was very bold to say to a stranger.” She doesn’t know them...does she? No, no...how could she? The voice, the figure, even if she has a vague sense of deja vu...the territory before her seems very uncharted. However, she manages to get a smile on her face, seemingly naive — like perfect prey, if that’s what they were after. But there was a darker thought lingering the back of her mind...Oh what I would do to you if we were alone. As in kill you. This is something she wants to say, but refrains without a waver in the act she puts up. She eyes the other carefully, something that could be taken as an interested gesture, but more so one for her to analyze what she may have to physically go against, if the tides turn to violence.

She can only hope that they don’t, and that this person is just disgustingly unaware of how to flirt with others.

“Perhaps you should have a seat. Making a good impression in a crowded room is a better first step, dear.” She verbally tugs at the reigns of the situation, a hand patting the seat next to her, taking her own steps to try and pry apart someone that could just as easily be her next target.

[minjixmi]

❝ red roses won’t erase the fact that you broke my heart. ❞

❀ sentence starters; expired — open starter! 

( ooc note: I decided to make this as an open starter...so if anyone is interested after reading and would like to continue, please let me know! if you’d like, leave a comment of any sort and I can come to you. ;u; there’s no specifications, either! female muse, male muse, etc. anything goes since this is likely a past situation. Also...to whoever sent this, thank you so much!! )

Hands quiver, making the bouquet of vibrant, red roses tremble in her grasp. She felt as though she had been holding onto this as tightly as she was the flowers in her hands now.  She dared to raise teary eyes towards the person before her, and the way her own heart shattered is what had her convinced that she loved them...but there was still the voice in the back of her head that told her that she wasn’t in love with them like she had so desperately made herself believe, that she didn’t deserve to be in love with them. “I can’t erase what I said...how I reacted. I’m not trying to erase your feelings...I just...I’m sorry. I-I wanted to make things work.” she loses her composure as her voice cracks, drawing the flowers close to her chest, as if it’s the only thing she has to hold on to; she wanted to be hurt, too, she wanted to make her ache known...but she couldn’t. Not standing here, in front of them. She had put her emotions on the back burner, and she couldn’t bring them forward, not now. Not when she was trying to make amends. “Please...please, is there some way we can make this work?”