#nxjunhyung

[hwxyng-blog]

❝ @nxjunhyung ❞

          Being friends with Junhyung has always been fun. He's her personal shopping buddy and he was also her model. When they're not trying to argue over fashion, the sit down at her living room with board games. Like children. They were children in their adult bodies, fighting and arguing over everything when they play games. “Seriously? You won last time because you cheated. You built a goddamn hotel without proper funds!” Hwayoung says as she picks the cat as her piece at the start of the game. “I choose the cat.” She tells him and grabs her kitty ear headband, to get in character before they play the game. “Please, distribute the money properly! Don't try to cheat!” Glaring playfully at him as she waits for him so they can start their game. The penalty was simple, the winner gets to draw on the loser's face and she isn't going to let her face become his drawing pad for today.

[doveshiim]

closed starter // @nxjunhyung

   there were rare times dove hated working in delivery. the usual excitement of visiting new places, and faces fading when those faces were crude without reason. how they would do wrong, and make it her fault. there was only one person she knew understand, and all day she’d message him. each text more aggravated than the last. at some point he’d stop responding, and she wondered if he too was annoyed with her without her. finally home, she felt disheartened and saddened. but that’s when she saw the first sticky. a quick drawing of a person who seemed to resemble her, but there wasn’t just one. they lined the walls, and each one was plucked with excitement as she knew who to be expecting at the end of the trail. “junhyung..” she smiled as she showed the sticky notes stuck along her hands. a few steps toward him before she spoke. “how long did it take you to do all this?”

[hwxyng-blog]

❛ @nxjunhyung ❜

                      Living all alone was boring, even when she has two maids and a butler always at her disposal. Hwayoung wanted and needed friends to come over and ease her loneliness. If only she had siblings to keep her company and to keep her from bothering her friends and treating them like little dolls, dressing them in fancy clothes and feeding them in exchange for keeping her company. “Miss Chae, your friend has arrived.” One of her maids tells her, but Hwayoung didn't really care if Junhyung saw her in a swimsuit. She can walk all around her house like that if she wanted. It's one of the perks of having a pool at your own home in a private neighborhood. 

“Took him long enough,” Hwayoung says as she gets up from the chair, grabbing her drink on her way back into the house to greet her friend. “Jun, honey, what took you so long?” She sips on her lemonade before putting it away and opening her arms wide open for him. “I already told you, just quit your job and be my model. I'll pay you good money.” And she knows how he despises those leather pants she keeps making him wear. But he can't do anything about it. She's a great friend. That's what she says. “So, pizza?”

[shiilohkiim-blog]

[text]I’m sitting on the couch at 2 AM eating fried chicken in my underwear. Who is the real winner here?

[ outgoing ----> 2:13AM ]

      I’d say me. Because I’m missing out on you.      in your underwear. Like a heathen.

[ outgoing ----> 2:22AM ]

      But save me some chicken, i’m coming over.

[ftjesse]

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🚨 = Has your muse ever been in trouble with the police? What crime did they commit? Did they have to stay in jail?⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ obviously, he got a bunch of fines from the police. trespassing, speed limit, basic loitering, violence. he only had to spend a night in jaii due to drug possession once but he managed to pay a fine and all’at and he is okay now. all of these mainly happened in the states, he never got caught here in south korea.

🌶️  = Can your muse handle spicy food? What is the spiciest food that they can handle?⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ he is slowly getting used to the spiciness of traditional korean food. he can handle the mild stuff like the kfc wings, but he would never gamble with the super spicy ramen challenge. not yet, at least.

[hyeraaa]

@nxjunhyung

This was the first time she’d entered the coffee shop wide awake ---the other times she’d been in uniform and a flustered, tired mess. Unrecognisable to the eye, her clean clothes and fresh face were particularly different and Hyera seemed suddenly more aware of the world around her. Approaching the counter, she orders her usual (coffee with a truckload of sugar.)  But when she takes her coffee and looks up, her heart stops and her hands drop. Hot coffee spills on her shoes as she stares in SHOCK at the person in front of her. She crouches quickly to avoid a scene, hands stupidly touching the hot cup in an effort to clean up her own mess. 

Hyera had MISSED him, missed him like one misses spring after an endless winter, he was part of her soft dreams and good memories. Endless laughter between two kids, she’d trusted him, she’d confided in him. But the first emotion she feels after shock, is anger. Anger that he’d left when she needed him most, anger that he’d made her pain a lot greater than it already was ---there was no apology, just silence and Hyera had learnt to bottle her sadness. Until now.

She wonders if he’d known it was her all this time, all those times she ran in just before the store closed, or when she was covered in dirt head to toe. It’s only now Hyera realises how blind she had been towards him, only recognising his features now, his hands, his voice, his EYES.  ‘I guess I found your secret hideaway.’