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“i miss korea like you miss ireland.” hyelim desperately missed the authentic food of home and her family. part of her was even sad that she wasn’t even there to celebrate the Olympics and show her national pride but her career consumed most of her life. “i wish i could visit more often than i do.”
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“aren’t you excited for the music awards coming up soon? i know i am.”
self-knowledge questionnaire
Below the surface, everyone is pretty complicated. Based on your answers, you will find out that three traits are important strands in your personality.
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INDEPENDENCE
You don’t set out to be different for its own sake; you are more easily guided by what interests and moves you. You are more concerned about what is right for you than about the pressure to fit in. In sex you are more aware than others of impulses which are not entirely conventional. You know the value of selective irresponsibility, of forgetting occasionally about being ‘good’.
SHYNESS
Part of you is gripped by the fear that you’ll launch into something and completely mess it up. The upside of this is wise caution: people are indeed often too rash, whereas you know, by instinct, that holding back can save you. Probably, you feel shame and self-disgust a bit too much. But when you do feel in your element, you act with a wisdom and sensitivity never found in people with thicker skins.
SENSITIVITY
You have delicate, sensitive perceptions; you can be deeply moved by appearances – the right light in a room, or good food, or the texture of a piece of clothing. Expressive, intelligent language has a powerful hold on you; your mind works better when it is inspired and provoked by vivid imagery. It can be sad to live in a world which is often so ugly and not properly looked after. But you know that things can be otherwise, and you have the ability to appreciate the world at its best.
WHAT IS YOUR ARCHETYPE ?
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your archetype is the realist.
traits: practical, understanding, honest, brutal, logical, creator, intelligent, sensible, down-to-earth, reasonable
the realist is most commonly used to symbolize the highest possible outcome in a dire situation. they are the ones who have everything planned, and hand out reality checks as if they were pamphlets to those who need them--which, quite honestly, is everyone who isn't a realist. although they can be harsh (brutal truth over merciful), they are nurturers and care more than they let on. realists tend to do things that will lead to the best outcome, and use their knowledge of reading people to manipulate situations and problems in order to get out of a rock and a hard place.
fictional characters that are realists: hermione granger, dana scully, thorin oakenshield, lestrade (from sherlock), leia organa, willow rosenberg
other personality types that go with this: ravenclaw, horned serpent, poseidon, artemis
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send me ✖ for a random kiss.
16. multiple kisses
one year without him and she still feels sad without his touch, his warmth, his affection. who knew that her first boyfriend could affect her so much. christmas was never a good time for singles. couples would flaunt their love right in front of her while her main comfort was a bottle of soju and her dog. friends were always nice but they never held the same affection as a significant other did.
she stared at the countless couples, men with girls attached to their hips and girls with handsome arm candy walking around the party while she leaned against the wall with a glass of wine in a deep red dress. she hated watching people kiss under the mistletoe and display their affection for each other. hyelim honestly wanted to escape when a familiar form hugged her from behind and left her with a grin on her face.
when she turned her head, she was met with the familiar smile of her best friend, byunghun. his blue locks reminded her of her old mermaid hair that she had swapped for a short brown bob this time. his grin never failed to make one appear on her own face but this one had a bit of playfulness behind it, a childlike glint in his eye told her that he was up to no good. it all came together when he lifted the iconic green plant between them.
i was tired of seeing you so lonely. you deserve some love, too. the words rung in her head for a minute that she didn’t even notice him press his lips against her own, leaving her breathless. his lips tasted of peppermint and his cologne seemed to mingle with it perfectly as her alcohol soaked lips pressed against his. they were lucky that the two of them were in a private part of the party or else she would have pulled away.
it seemed to have gone on longer than the two had expected when she saw his slightly swollen lips and slightly rough hair. she couldn’t even remember running her fingers through his hair but apparently she had. with a clear of her throat, she straightened her dress and tried to calm her racing heart. there was so much adrenaline pumping through her that she thought her heart would give out but she simply smiled and chuckled. “that was unexpected.” all she was met with was a knowing smile from her friend.
over the course of the evening, hyelim found herself being stolen from the holiday party to unconventional areas for more breathless kisses. each one getting more steamy and she could have sworn she could taste more alcohol on him with each one but she didn’t care to say anything. however, when he suddenly disappeared she found herself searching for him even when others were trying to chat with her.
she had found him sitting by himself, downing a glass of champagne and she wondered if the holidays were just as hard for him as it was for her. either way, it was her turn to be the playful one in their game. mistletoe in hand, she walked behind him and grabbed his hand. “come on, it’s my turn.” she whispered into his ear, pulling him along into a closet when nobody was looking.
he had seemed confused until she held up the familiar grin plant he had been using all evening. this time she opted for a more gentle kiss, pecking his lips a few times before pressing anything more passionate on him. part of her wondered if the alcohol had anything to do with their desire to kiss each other that evening but she didn’t care. all that mattered was her lips against his own and it didn’t just end at those few kisses. multiple kisses ensued, leaving her hair ruffled and lipstick stained onto his lips but when the two of them burst into laughter, everything felt better.
“happy holidays, byung.”
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At his age, what was he even thinking? Most of his friends were married with children, but he was there in a club instead, a little lost in the crowd. And yet it all turned out the way it did and the moment the woman pulled away, James actually found himself a little disappointed. "I shouldn't either." He admitted breathless with an understanding smile and a nod.
Hyelim looked up at him as if she was confused by his agreement. Most men would have been upset that she suddenly stopped but it was comforting to know that he wasn’t that kind of man. “To be honest with you, I really shouldn’t even be here but I am. You’re a pretty good kisser if that helps.” The girl tried to lighten the awkward atmosphere with a joke but she couldn’t help staring at her own lipstick smeared onto his lips.
Stifling a laugh, she ran her fingers through her hair and cleared her throat. “Might I ask what brought you here tonight?”
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It was one of her best friends’ birthday. She could hear the bickering of his fans around her who recognized her as she stood in line for him to sign her things. She was here for his birthday celebration and even dressed up to look pretty just for him. It was important for her to be here for many reasons. 1. He was her best friend. 2. She needed to get out of her home. She had been trapped in her home because of her joints aching to the point she couldn’t get out of bed but here she was now.
As it approached her turn, she kneeled on the floor with a bright smile on her face, hidden behind flowers. “Oppa, please accept these and my love.” She said before popping her head out from behind the flowers. Quickly, she stood up and began singing ‘Happy Birthday’ to him, his fans joining in quickly as she ran around the table to give him a hug. As she held onto him tightly, she mumbled to him, “I came to see your smile, Byung. You always make me feel better so I wanted to be here to make you smile for once.”
Not letting the hug go on too long, she pulled away and smiled at him, hoping that her surprise visit wasn’t too much.
*Flashback Thread* @bokgin
Air almost seemed like a luxury these days. Everywhere she went felt like a hot furnace that was suffocating. It felt nice just to breathe every once in awhile. There were some days when she wanted to be engulfed by the peace and silence that came with it. However, it seemed God had a different plan for her. Most days, she felt like she was walking in a non-living state like a heartbeating zombie. Everyone treated her like a piece of wallpaper and she shamelessly drifted into the background, putting on a false smile when there was the rare occasion of someone talking to her.
School was just a miniscule ant compared to the huge wasp that was her home. Home was like a desert: hot with hate, cruel and only the strongest would survive. Her father had a drinking problem and a bad temper. Her mother was too blind to even really notice the bruises, she was too busy trying to please him to understand or even acknowledge she had a daughter. In her eyes, she was just a fly on the wall. Anyone who saw the bruises could put two and two together to realize what was going on but Hyelim was too good at hiding it.
In the midst of her parents screaming at each other, she slipped outside for some cool refreshing air that was well needed. Rubbing her cheek, she hissed in pain and cursed at herself. It was going to be a bitch to cover up with the other bruises. That’s when she noticed the rustling of someone next to her. Her brown doe eyes flashed to see a familiar boy from school. One of the few who actually spoke to her. Shit. With a soft smile, she simple waved and bowed her head in greeting. “Hey.” She said, trying to hide the mark with her hair.
