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[98mingxia-blog]

@rwntch​ || here !!

she didn’t know who else to tell other than rowan. he was one of the people in the company she actually felt comfortable with besides her members, and one of the few people mingxia felt she could confide in. since she hadn’t wanted to disturb her members, she had no place to turn to other than rowan.

she had been waiting for a reply back when she heard the doors slam open. it didn’t take a genius for mingxia to realize who that was. wincing at how loud he was, she turns to look at him. “it was an accident,” she stresses. “i didn’t do it on purpose. i doubt anyone would on purposely fling themselves down a flight of stairs.” she gestures to her leg, now in a cast, all wrapped up. “i can’t walk for the next few weeks though. it hurts to move it, too.”

[lynxri-blog]

only secrets are kept: @rwntch

They didn’t call her Lynx for no reason, she was exactly what the animal was said to be, one that knows all secrets or sees all. It made her seem a lot wiser than she actually was and in fact the vocalist just happened to be very good at reading people. It balanced out her lack of emotions with people. The female had no correct answer to that question and in fact, she too had been in search of it, but then again wasn’t everyone seeking that answer to life? “From what I’ve been hearing... you just say it no matter what you’re feeling, especially if you’re afraid to speak up.” Lynx responded respectfully, hoping the answer was enough to ease the male’s sudden spike of of curiosity.

[spoiledsovls]

❝ she’s going to kill you. ❞

“then let her kill me. i don’t care.” again with the insensitive hyejung. she did care. her life was all that she had. her life was filled with dreams and ambitions-- so why let someone take that away from her? with what defense? with the broken bones that mend after months only to get broken again, with skin so tight it scrapes against hard textures and blood spills out before recovering on its own. with a mind of a young girl who’s been through abuse and death combined in an elixir she was forced to drink-- could there really be any hoe for her to fight back?

there was always another option. beneath the floors that she walked and slept on was a gun registered under her name. her grandmother got it for her but since she wasn’t legal yet, it had to be placed under the grandmother’s name until the time came. time passed and here she was, contemplating if she was really going to throw herself into a gun fight against someone who thought hyeung was a nuisance to the community-- so she wanted her dead. it was dark, it was cold, but hyejung could understand why. though it seemed to be crossing the line for her to try to even touch her. if she were seventeen again, would the charges against her death increase? she wasn’t too sure about it. her dad would come to the trial, beg for his beautiful daughter to come back and cause a scene, and then leave home with all the money-- smirk on his face and all as his new wife sucks him off in the passenger seat.

she shakes her head in disgust, making a face that shows that she was thinking about something else. “fuck that. she ain’t gonna kill me ‘cos i would kill her first. she knows it. she won’t dare touch me. bet.”

[hyolynah]

’ He’s very persuasive. '

LILO & STITCH STARTER PROMPTS

-&&; all she could do was nod… at least now he knew what kind of trouble she had to go through everyday with her cats. even though their behavior towards hyojung had a taste of teasing neglect, they still knew how to make her succumb to whatever their little hearts desired. with a few meows, a couple soft purrs and a thorough rub off on the legs, all three boys seem to have wheeled rowan in the small of their paws for his attention… because hers just wasn’t good enough for them in the moment. their small talk becomes nothing more than a few chuckles after simba decides to steal every intention rowan had of giving everyone equal attention for himself by pawing at the man’s cheeks and sitting in his lap to top it all off. ❛more like he’s a spotlight hog, egh… look at him,❜ the bridge of her nose wrinkles to see simba rub against the man’s chest with a meow and a purr following suit, ❛give him a few more minutes and i think he’ll actually consider going home with you.❜ she adds jokingly while reaching over to grab another one of her cats, burying her face in his neck.

( @rwntch ) 

[sxrxndipitys]

Oof!

✘ Send me an “Oof!” To pin my Muse to the bed.

Status: Not accepting !

✘ Never did she think she’d ever be caught in such a precarious situation such as this, in which she found herself being pushed back onto her bed and trapped by the older’s body, his hands gripping her wrists in a firm manner but not firm enough to physically hurt her. An eerie silence fell in the room, not a whisper or a sound to be heard but their breathing as she stared, somewhat confused and dazed at him. Unsure of what he was intending to do and as to why. She was somehow not frightened, but rather more intrigued at his motives.

[hwamira-blog]

"I dont understand"

출처 : 이것. ( a really long, but categorized, ask meme. )와 : @rwntch.지위 : accepting.

The young Jeju-do native heaves a soft sigh ; of despair or exhaustion, maybe both, no one will ever know. Creases wrinkle the skin in between her perfectly plucked eyebrows and she gives the boy’s shoulders a couple pats, soon wiping off the dust possibly sticking to the vest. « No one asked you to, it’s not required you understand. Just do what you’re told, and do it well, » she affirms.

[hanvism-blog]

☕ @rwntch​

“Have a great day!” Honey waved to her customer, a student, leaving her cafe as she cleans the clutter left behind. Students and people from all walks of life come in to Honey Cream every day. It wasn’t as busy as most days, usually when it was exam week, every table would be occupied by students studying. But on quiet days like this, she’d ask most staff to take their day offs (except for the custodians) and would be at the cashier, welcoming every customer with a smile. Walking back to the back room, she leaves the plates on the handsink, washing her hands thoroughly and going back to the cashier, wiping her hands with a clean towel that was in her apron pocket. The bell rings as a new customer comes in, a man. Before she could say her usual greeting, she recognized him. It was an actor, Rowan Choi. Honey was used to stars coming in, she had some idol friends after all. Next to her counter was a shelf of signed cds. But she was definitely star struck, composing herself as she thought she should be used to this by now, she widely smiled. “Welcome to Honey Cream!” she said as the other walked closer. 

[chvlips-blog]

Asteroid:

[ @rwntch​ ] * accepting !!

Asteroid: What does your dream life look like?

My dream life looks like eleven girls on stage. holding hands and performing our hearts out, side by side, until we grow old.