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dear Sen,

dear sen.

though it wasn’t you that i sang to that day in the middle of the fucking night. i guess we ended up bonding pretty well. and i don’t mind your messy place as long as you don’t bring the mess to mine. really, it’s not even that messy. it reflects you perfectly to be honest. the paint everywhere, the unfinished paintings, the scrambled up papers and the splatter. i can see you in everything. because within that mess, beyond what you first see, there’s also beauty - art. art which comes from hard work and many times of failure, splatter and messes. i’m not trying to justify your mess ( i still hate that a little bit ) but i’m saying it’s kind of cool. and despite this i can find you being a good friend in times where i don’t even know how to use my messy brain. though you’ve told me what to do a thousand times ( just! do! it! ) and i know that you’re right, sometimes i just can’t do the right thing. but you must know that already, that i can’t do anything right anymore. that’s already proven - i am the outcome of a row of bad decisions and you, you are a part of a puzzle i can’t figure out. i treasure you and the moments we have together already, i keep them in my mind like precious memories. you’re beautiful, smart, creative– and don’t get me wrong, i am saying this in the most loving way ever; you’re such a mess.

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   He has to admit, it’s a damn great idea. 

   His agent seems to think so too, judging by the tears of pride that glisten in her eyes when he first proposes it. Minjae’s never been particularly involved in his career, save the actual writing part; a fault of his own, really, because if he keeps coming up with ideas like this, he’ll be rich in no time.

   And really, it is a good idea; what could be better than re-releasing his book -- which, by now, has become something of a cult classic -- with an all-new cover, all-new authors note and, most importantly, all-new illustrations.

   That last part had sort of been the deciding factor/inspiration/his entire reason for even thinking of the idea in the first place. And Minjae’s always been one to give credit where credit’s due. He stumbled across Sen’s artwork while (not creeping, but totally creeping) his way through some old message boards, and her URL was one that had been repeated countless times. Deciding to brave the potential viruses and pop-ups for ‘Busty Russian Beauties!’ he’d followed the link only to find himself faced with a portfolio of art inspired by him.

   For hours he’d stumbled through piece after piece, drinking in every brushstroke and line, the way she’d captured the hesitance behind Taesun’s movements, the light behind Seokjin’s eyes. It was well into the early hours of the morning before he’d been able to tear his gaze away.

   He’d contacted her immediately -- there was no way he couldn’t: she’d captured his characters so fully, so incredibly. He had to meet her. 

   They’d agreed to meet at noon the following Saturday at a coffee shop in Hongdae. Minjae looks down at his watch: 11:56AM. Still time.

   He traced the outline of the logo on the coffee mug absentmindedly, trying to steel his nerves. He felt like he was fifteen again, waiting around the back of the school for his first date.

[kjiwn]

"zelda is more important right now."

“Wh–” Bobby’s immediate reaction was to fold his arms across his chest, foot tapping on the floor in a rhythmical pattern - well, being a rapper, rhythm and flow was everything to him. “How you tryn’ prioritize this Princess Zelda shit over lunch? And I’m the one treatin’ you!” He couldn’t help but shake his head, letting out a deep breath before jumping onto the couch beside her where she continued to play the video game. 

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   — &. seignne liked for a starter!

   She’s never needed to be afraid of the dark, not with the comfort of the bright city lights. In Seoul there was never a moment she truly felt as though she were submerged into darkness, instead thriving in the energy the city provided. Jihyo wonders how it must feel to not have the crutch she’s been dependent on for her whole life and what types of creatures hid behind the black shroud.

   The female hopes she’ll never be thrown into such a situation, she knows she wouldn’t be able to handle it and more than likely feel trapped in the lightless area. It’s sad, she thinks, how many adventures was she giving up simply to avoid trekking off into the unknown?

   Exciting items could be awaiting her, but the dancer chose to keep her distance and cling to the lights as though they’d protect her from all the bad in the world. How silly. One day, of course, there was the possibility she’d have no choice but to leave her place of comfort. What was she to do then? Maybe cry. That seemed reasonable.

   Her attention is captured by a peculiar looking female, Jihyo’s eyes looking her up and down curiously. She knows she should simply mind her business, but she can’t help but approach the other. Curiosity may have killed the cat, but it wasn’t stopping her. “Excuse me...”