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[ ☂ ] headcanon meme.

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send me a symbol and I’ll describe my muse’s…

❣ - hands

❤ - voice

۵ - feet

❦ - lips

ø - eyes

ღ - nose

♮ - body type

♫ - singing voice

✮ - sleeping habits

✉ - texting habits

✿ - laugh

✍ - writing style

⌨ - time-wasting habits

❅ - keeping warm/keeping cool techniques

✎ - taste in music/literature

☤ - self care/first aid habits

✪ - favourite food/eating habits

☁ - ideal holiday

✄ - nervous habits

☂ - sadness

❈ - ideal birthday

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[ ☂ ] catfight sentence starters.

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“Excuse you!”

“What’s your problem?!”

“You did NOT just say that.”

“You’d better watch your mouth!”

“Come over here and say that to my face!”

“You think I didn’t hear that?!”

“You’re really starting to piss me off!”

“What kind of stunt are you trying to pull?!”

“I’ll smack that stupid grin right off your face!”

“I’ll give you ten seconds to apologize!”

“Turn around and walk away!”

“You think this a game?!”

“Don’t touch me!”

“Yeah, you better run!”

“What’d you just say to me?!”

“Get out of my face!”

“Get the FUCK out of my way!”

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me, damien, me! • sw × jh

[ivjunhee-blog]

“Yeah, I was just–” She nods towards the direction she had been heading to. “I’ve been hungry.” For a second, she contemplates making a remark about day old rice, and how she can’t wait to eat her leftovers from the day before. It seems unnecessarily snide though, and as blunt as Junhee is, she isn’t really mean either.

“Yes. You seem quite enthused calling to… Damien? Damien, was it?” However, she doesn’t even hesitate to admit that yes, it is him she had been laughing at. She doesn’t even really mean to do it out of malice, or meanness. It really is amusement–after all, how can one not be entertained by a full grown man, watching clips by himself in a spacious common area, getting so engrossed to the point that he’s acting as if he was in the video itself?

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“O-oh...” Sangwoo let out an awkward laugh, feeling rather embarrassed that someone had caught him. To make matters worse, that someone was Junhee, with whom he already had two mildly hostile encounters. He couldn’t fault her for laughing, though. He, too, would have laughed if he saw someone do the same thing. He just forced a smile and scratched the back of his head. 

“Yeah, Damien. Damien Rice. I’m a big fan. Of his music.” To say that he was a big fan was an understatement, though, and once he got started, Sangwoo found it hard to stop talking about him. “It’s a clip from his concert here, which I went to...” He was trying to explain himself, that he was reliving the moment Damien Rice called for someone to sing with him on stage during his Seoul concert, but Sangwoo thought it wasn’t going to make things any less embarrassing. “Do you listen to his music? He’s just, so awesome.”

[uhxroy]

me, damien, me! • sw × jh

[ivjunhee-blog]

Having just come home from a quite successful set on the streets, Junie is feeling pretty good, even humming a song under her breath as she walks through the house. Her guitar is slung across her back as she heads straight to the kitchen, all too eager for food as it’s almost time for lunch.

Before she gets there though, she happens to pass by the common room where, as soon as she steps into it, an enthusiastic male voice suddenly sounds out, echoing off the walls as it asks to be picked by… Damien? her head turns towards the direction the voice is coming from, and unable to stop herself, she bursts into laughter when she sees who it is.

“Sangwoo-ssi?” She calls out, wondering if anyone else is with him. As far as her line of sight goes, she can only detect the back of his head sticking out from the top of the couch.

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His phone almost flew out of his hands in his surprise when he heard someone laugh from behind. Of course someone was going to walk by, he was in the common area after all. Still, he had grown so engrossed with the clip so much that he forgot about that. He could only wonder, though, if they were laughing because of him.

Sangwoo was then quick to recognize who it was when the owner of the voice addressed him by name. “Junhee-ssi,” was all he said at first, trying to look serious while he shoved his phone into his pocket. “Didn’t know you were here.” Deep inside, though, he was groaning at how it was her who had to catch him out of all people. Sangwoo has had enough embarrassing moments in front of this girl already.

“Something, something tickled your funny bone on your way in?” he asked, trying to fish out if it was him she was laughing at just now. Truthfully, though, he wasn’t sure if he wanted to know or if he should bring it up.

[uhxroy]

Dear Ex-Girlfriend

dear letters

Dear Jihye,

It feels weird, writing a letter to you now. I’ve never written you a letter, not in all the years we knew each other. It wasn’t because I didn’t want to, or there was nothing I could write to you about. Mostly, it was because I could say whatever came into mind to you straight out, and you were always there to hear it. We hardly texted or called because we were almost never apart. Sometimes, you knew what I was thinking before I could even open my mouth, and I was the same with you. It was amazing, I’d like to think not a lot of people had what we had.

And I miss it, all of it, very terribly. I miss having someone like you by my side to share with whatever pops into my mind. I miss that person I can tell things I wouldn’t dare speak about with others. I miss you, the one true person I can be myself with. 

I’m surrounded by a lot of good people now, but they will never make up for the person I lost when I lost you. Still, I get along with most of them, I enjoy their company. Often, I think it would be nice if you could meet them, too. I’m sure you’d hit it off with a couple of them. In general, life here is difficult, but I think it’s fun in some ways that you would have enjoyed if you were here. You would have liked it, you’d say we’ll probably never have to return to America. Our plans would have fallen right into place.

That’s also why I don’t think I’ll ever be happy again without you. Everytime I come close to thinking that I’m or can be happy, I always wish I could still share it with you. But you’re gone now and and there’s no one but me to blame. Every night, I still try to think of ways I can turn back time so I could have driven more slowly that morning, or listened to you and waited for the weather to clear up before we drove home. Our parents would have killed us if they found out back then that we drove their car a hundred miles out of town.

Instead, I killed you and for that, I don’t think I deserve becoming happy ever again. Maybe being unhappy is just right from me, and probably the only thing that will ever be right for the rest of my life. Because I’m alive and you’re not. There’s just no other way things could be now. 

I miss you so much and I’m sorry.

- dumbass

[uhxroy]

me, damien, me! • sw × jh

( @uhxjunie​ )

With winter break finally in full swing, Sangwoo had finally found time to relax. Just a few weeks ago, he had frantically been trying to divide his time among studying, busking, and tutoring lessons, but now he had nothing to do but chores and play in the streets during the afternoon. That left him with plenty of time to catch up on lost sleep, listen to music and watch TV. He also finally found time to watch videos of his all-time favorite artist: Damien Rice.

Sangwoo’s admiration for Damien rice was no joke. He listened to Damien Rice’s albums at every chance he got. Despite being short of money and time, Sangwoo pulled all the stops to be able to attend Damien Rice’s concert in Seoul last month. Whenever he had free time, he watched fan-taken videos of Damien RIce’s concerts in other venues, and Sangwoo took note of all the details. There was also always at least one Damien Rice cover in his busking sets. Thankfully, Damien Rice was also rather popular in Seoul, and the audiences often liked his renditions.

With nothing else to do that day, Sangwoo sat in the common area, watching one of such videos on his phone. Damien Rice was looking for someone to sing with him from amongst the members of the audience. There was as huge grin on Sangwoo’s face as he watched, and the crowd cheering made him feel like he was part of it, too. At the same time, he was alone in the common area as far as he knew, so he didn’t think anyone would see what he was doing. “Me, Damien, me!!” he cried out, while raising his hand in the air.

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[uhxroy]

leftovers • sw × jh

[ivjunhee-blog]

“Nothing. It means nothing to me.” Junhee finally just shakes her head, and does her best to ignore the male. Something about the way he was eating his food in an exaggerated manner causes her to roll her eyes, but she tries to just turn her back to him and instead continue to prepare her food. His attitude towards food bothers her, but he’s right–it shouldn’t mean anything to her.

When the pan she had placed on the stove is sufficiently greased and heated, she starts by sauteeing garlic and onions, the smell of which easily fills the room. It’s followed by bits and pieces of ham she had early on chopped, and finally the kimchi she buys from an ajumma who lives close by her father’s house. Just the smell is making her feel hungry, that as she adds the rice and mixes it, she almost forgets Sangwoo’s presence in the room.

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“Good.” After that, he spoke no further, though, he felt disheartened that it seemed he had made yet another enemy in the sharehouse. Sangwoo liked to believe he was easy to get along with and was pretty diplomatic, but it seemed otherwise. Sighing, he just forced himself to finish the rest of his stale meal, and tried to pretend that she wasn’t around

That, however, was hard to do with the smell floating in the air. Sangwoo disliked fried rice, but the smell that came from Junhee’s cooking madehim hungry again, even when he was almost done with his meal. He craned his neck from where he sat to get a look at what he was cooking and wished he had been nicer to her (though, truthfully, he believed he already did more than his best in that regard) so he could ask about it. He could only hope that she wouldn’t catch him looking.

[uhxroy]

anyone’s ghost • sw × ma

[93kma-blog]

“You know–” She laughs, because this isn’t the first time that it has dawned on her that she has no idea exactly what her sister’s job description is. She always tells herself she’ll pry into it and ask more, but whenever they actually talk, there are always a lot of other things they end up discussing. “I’m pretty sure it has something to do with sales and marketing,” she just says in the end. “She’s working for some company in Dubai, and yes, of course I miss her a lot. We’re only four years apart, so we grew to be really close.”

She has to admit, traveling just with Roy is an awkward image in her head, especially since they don’t really know each other that well. If it happens though, she figures they’ll just have to make an extravagant trip out of it and invite other people living in the house. She gathers that would be a fun and great idea. “Well, yeah, I wouldn’t mind, if you really want to visit your mother’s hometown. I can show you around–we can invite some friends too, you know?” She smiles, and nods. They didn’t have to finalize plans right now, but it was something she’d genuinely put on the table.

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Sangwoo didn’t know what to say about Mina’s sister’s job, but it must have been something complicated or uncommon if it wasn’t something that had a familiar title to it. “Sales and marketing... sounds important?” he offered, grinning sheepishly. “That’s a pity, though, and Dubai’s pretty far, so she probably doesn’t go home often, huh? How long has she been there?” The questions came out naturally and to him, it was a sign that the conversation was flowing smoothly.

“I actually want to see it, really. I have relatives I kind of know who still live there, too... Maybe we can invite some friends we’ve made in the sharehouse?” The thought of a trip with a few housemates was nice, and it seemed something that was actually possible. Perhaps, too, he could be more comfortable with Mina if there were other people around. “I can think of a couple of people to invite...” This time, he looked off to think of more names. “What do you think? You must know a lot of people since you’ve lived there for a while already.” 

-end-

[chansungy-blog]

roy kim // stay

[uhxroy]

leftovers • sw × jh

[ivjunhee-blog]

“Fried rice,” she answers, already greasing the pan before she places it on top of an open fire on the stove. She casts him a judgmental glass, before adding. “Or do you dislike eating such a thing too?” Growing up, Junhee learned to dislike the way some people were picky with what they eat. Her twin brothers used to act like so, but their father was quick to discipline them and fix that trait of theirs. She’s always been told that it’s useless not being able to eat certain things, and that one should learn to appreciate whatever food is in front of them.

The change in her expression is obvious as she watches him struggle to eat; it’s almost as if he’s forcing himself, she realises. “You look like you’re swallowing a porcupine.” She has to admit though, that the expression he makes every time the rice reaches his mouth, is too amusing. “So what if it’s from yesterday. I’m using rice that’s–” Her eyes widen when he suddenly stands up, and she lets out an audible gasp when suddenly, he approaches the garbage bin with his food in had.

“Hey!” She calls out sharply, unabl;e to believe that he’s about to do what she thinks  he’s about to  do. Before she can go on to scold him, however, he’s stepping away again and walking back to the table. Still, the thought that he’d considered to throw it away, just like that, has caused some sort of annoyance to bubble up inside her. “Wow, you must be so rich, simply thinking of wasting food like that,” she spits out, suddenly feeling like he would have done it if she wasn’t around.

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Truthfully, he did dislike fried rice made from leftovers as well. On most instances he had those, Sangwoo still found the rice too dry and hard to chew, and the added flavor and the taste of oil threw him off. Still, he would take fried rice over what he had any day. The only problem was that he didn’t know how to make it, but he wouldn’t dare ask Junhee how. He wasn’t going to ask for her help. “Not much, honestly,” was all he said, using a nonchalant tone and a shrug of his shoulders to hide how much of a big deal it was for him

Sangwoo backing away from the trash bin and changing his mind about what to do with his food partly had something to do with hearing her gasp when he initially approached the trash bin.  Her next comment, however, made him regret that he didn’t go through with it since it seemed she would have something to say either way. “Geez, you’re overreacting, I didn’t throw it away!” he retorted with a frown, before shoving a spoonful of rice and curry into his mouth. “And I’m not rich! See? I’m eating it!” With much effort, he continued to eat, eating faster than he usually would and exaggerating his movements to show her that he was indeed consuming his stale food.

“Besides, what’s it to you, anyway?” he asked, as soon as he felt like he couldn’t continue eating it any longer. He felt like his jaws hurt from chewing rice so hard and dry, and he was getting considerably full as well. His appetite was ordinarily a lot bigger, but his stomach always shrank by half whenever he didn’t like the food.

[uhxroy]

where the wind blows • sw × sy

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There was a sense of accomplishment when he knew that the other man caught up to his sense of humor. Not a lot of people did ever since he moved to Seoul, forcing him to blended into the big city life even from his comedic side. Seungyoon didn’t have much complain about that but it was a major relief that someone in the share house could get his drift. “We’ve been here ever since the semester started. I mean, this is our first… And we’ve been living in Busan our whole lives before this. It feels weird, you know.”, little by little, the boy felt like he could trust Roy despite they just met a moment ago. “People probably expected you to talk in satoori every single time.”

The thought of his mother finding out about him doing music on the street as a so-called side job made his heart sunk slightly. She didn’t know and he promised her to focus on his studies that she paid for while breaking her back but music was something he couldn’t gave up on. Even though his mother supported his talent and dream, Seungyoon felt like at least he had to gave her a more concrete success first. “They… Don’t know. Especially noona’s. They would probably smack me on the head for giving her the idea.”, the boy laughed sheepishly. “Why weird, though? Isn’t that your nickname? Or not everyone call you that?”, he looked over to the male with a slight confusion and fear of him intruding something that he shouldn’t have. “What would you be playing if it’s not guitar? I think it’ll be quite difficult to get it out on the streets.”, from his time around Hongdae and Seoul in general, the pair had seen many street musicians with their own instruments, from electric guitar to saxophones. Maybe it wouldn’t be that impossible in the big capital.

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Sangwoo tilted his head in curiosity, wondering how different Busan was from Seoul that Seungyoon felt weird. He had only been in Busan once in his life, for two weeks back when he was five years old. Mostly he could just remember was the beach and his cousins, but he couldn’t remember why they went there in the first place. “Is Busan that different from Seoul?” he asked out loud. “And ah, yeah, maybe!” A laugh followed, with Sangwoo finding what he said about satoori rather funny. “My mom’s from Busan originally and you sound a bit like her. But just a bit! I wouldn’t have realized it until you told me.” 

“Oh, okay.” His eyes widened slightly, while he felt embarrassed for having assumed the opposite. “So, they don’t know either? What would happen if they found out?” It was somehow comforting that they were on the same boat in that regard, though having to hide something important from one’s parents was an unpleasant circumstance that he wouldn’t wish upon anyone. “Ah, it’s just... it’s the name non-Korean friends called me back home, and now it’s something like a stage name. It’s like... Lady Gaga being called Lady Gaga by her friends instead of Stefani,” he said, laughing, though he felt a little embarrassed having to explain it. “Does that make sense? But it’s all right, really. It shouldn’t be an issue.” He then rubbed his chin in thought. “The keyboard, but... I feel like using the keyboard as the sole accompaniment to a song would make a song too mellow for busking, and I can’t play two instruments at a time,” he said, with the last part in a more joking tone. “So maybe a harmonica, but I haven’t found time to learn it yet. Have you guys tried using anything other than a guitar?”

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anyone’s ghost • sw × ma

[93kma-blog]

“Hmm, my mom’s back in Busan, living with her sister, and my own sister is working overseas,” she explains with a wry smile. She isn’t exactly trying to hide the fact that her father has passed away, but she just really hates the way people don’t know what to say once it’s mentioned, so she tries to leave out that detail whenever she can. “So yeah, I’m all alone here in Seoul, but I visit Busan at least twice a month when I can. It’s not too expensive,” she points out; it’s not exactly cheap either of course, regularly going back and forth, but she’s lucky enough that her sister tries to help pay for the cost just so one of them can check in with their mother. “You should visit with me sometimes! America–that;s so much further off. You must miss them a lot?”

[uhxroy]

Sangwoo didn’t notice anything off in the slightest in Mina’s answer, and he just assumed that her father and mother were together in Busan. His attention was drawn more to what she said about her sister, somehow drawing a parallel between his own older sister as well, who moved out of their family a few years ago. “Yeah, I miss them a lot, but...” He looked off before continuing, “...sometimes it can’t be helped, can it? And oh, what does your sister do? You must miss her a lot, too, huh?”

“Really, I can come with you? You wouldn’t mind?” He looked up at her, with his surprise briefly overcoming his inability to gaze at her directly. He thought it would be nice, to get out of Seoul for a few days with a friend, but he wondered if it was possible to go there with Mina. Even with money, he wasn’t sure if he could be a good travel companion, given that he couldn’t even look at her properly for more than five seconds yet. It might not be a good idea for him, too, for he’d keep thinking about Jihye all throughout. He gave her a small sheepish grin, then looked down on the floor and spoke quietly. “That would be nice, actually. Someday, maybe, if I save up enough.” A small laugh followed, to show that he meant that partially as a joke. 

[uhxroy]

@uhxmina​:

( ; the paper bag is left at the door of the male, with ‘to: ROY’ tagged on it, and this inside; next to it is also this, with a red ribbon stuck onto it, together with a paper that has a strip drawn on to it where a character that resembles the male yelling ‘DAMIEN-HYUNG!!’ in the first panel, manages to be singing with another character that resembles Damien Rice by the time it ends in the fourth panel )

“Merry Christmas! - Mina”

{`his eyes widen when he sees whom the gift is from, then lets out a loud laugh for both the coincidence and the comic strip. he then pores through the contents and puts on the scarf right away, as the current one he owns has grown ratty with use; afterwards, he picks up the gift he prepared as mina’s secret santa and headed out to leave it by her door. } 

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little headcanon meme.

1. Who is someone you get starstruck over? Whose autograph would be worth standing in the cold for an hour?

{`face lights up} Damien Rice! He’s my idol and role model. I love his music so much, I never tire of any of his albums. I admire his talent in being able to say so much with his simple style. I’ll stand an entire day in freezing weather just to be able to meet him. I watch interviews and videos of him during my free time, too. {`chuckles nervously} I’m starting to think I’m overdoing it, though. I’ve dreamt about drinking wine in a cafe in Italy with him before…

6. You’re sitting in a café by yourself. What are you thinking about?Answered.

9. What is your (in your opinion) lamest talent?

Ah… {`laughs} Imitating actor Lee Jungjae. {`snorts}

10. What’s one mundane habit you have that people often don’t know about?

I’d pretty much twirl anything in my hands: pen, pencils, chopsticks, pillows… {`trails off and laughs} I’d try with anything as long as it isn’t dangerous.

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little headcanon meme.

4. Where do you find your strength? Religion? Family? Love?

{`he purses his lips, with his mind going blank at the question} Love, I guess. Love for music and... {`looks off} love for a certain someone. A lot of the things I do are still for her, after all.

5. Is it easy for you to accept when you were wrong? Do you apologise after an argument?

{`chuckles} It’s always been hard for me, but lately that’s changing. There are more instances lately that I find arguing further useless. I guess now it just depends on what I’ve been wrong about and if it involves money. I do apologize just in case I offended the other person.

6. You’re sitting in a café by yourself. What are you thinking about?

I’m not sure, I can’t afford to eat or drink in those places! {`laughs} The past, I guess. I try not to but the present isn’t a very cheerful thing to think about either...

[uhxroy]

leftovers • sw × jh

[ivjunhee-blog]

“Choi Junhee.” She lays out her name, just like that, choosing to ignore whatever explanation he had offered regarding the topic of busking spots. She doesn’t really care about that entire ordeal anyway, at least not if he’s going to stop claiming public spaces for his own. Besides, there are more important things on hand at the moment, such as the matter of her food.

She’s starting to prepare the ingredients she’s going to need to make her fried rice; at her old home, with her brothers this dish had been a staple. Oftentimes she’d make too much rice at once, usually in anticipation of her brothers’ voracious appetite. Except a lot of the time she’d make too much, leaving them with stale, day old rice, which she’d be forced to recycle into new dishes such as rice balls, or more likely, fried rice. One of the things in the world she absolutely cannot stand is wastefulness, especially when it comes to food.

“It’s rice,” she points out, after taking a glimpse as to what the male is eating. “What is there not to like?”

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The way she just ignored what he said made him feel petty, and perhaps the whole thing about busking spots was if his rent didn’t depend on it. At the same time, the trouble he was having with his rice had caught her attention, it seemed. He struggled to answer her without sounding too fussy, which was difficult, because he really was being fussy. While coming up with an answer, he watched her move around the kitchen from the corner of his eye, and wondered what she was making. "What are you making...?” he sputtered out, unable to help himself.

“It’s from yesterday,” he answered finally, hoping that was enough of an explanation. Again, he took a bite and struggled to swallow it down, his difficulty again showing on his features. The sauce of the curry he was eating it with wasn't enough to make it softer and more palatable for him. He stood up, and with the bowl in hand, he took a couple of steps towards the trash bin, then suddenly went back to his seat, sighing.