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wyxjaewon·:

▷ ► ► ▷His camera hung around his shoulder, Jaewon’s head tilting to the side a bit as he watched the woman’s face contort in many different expressions. “What do you mean what they’re going to think…?” He was completely confused. I guess it was a little weird to up to someone and start messing with their camera, but honestly once Jaewon notices something off, he’ll take action. It was in his blood after all, he knew all the wits and ends of camera settings despite he himself not doing much photography other than his own hobbies.

             Jaewon took a glance over at the screen of her laptop, noticing a wall of text chat scrolling by rather quickly. It was then he realized she was live broadcasting and not just doing a recording of herself. “Did I mess up your live? I didn’t mean to do that… I just thought since you’re out on such a beautiful day, it’d be better to have correct settings on your camera. I didn’t know you were… broadcasting.”

             His lips formed a cheeky grin, holding his laugh but yet it came out as a scoff. “Were you… doing a mukbang by chance? Here… out in the open? Kind of an odd choice, don’t you think?” He moved a bit closer to her, crouching down to become at her eye level. Small dimples appearing on each cheek as he looked at her with a smile, “though it’s a little weird, I don’t blame you for wanting to do it at the park. Especially since today is one of the slower days.” He held his camera in his hand now, putting up the picture he took of her while she was setting up. “I don’t usually take pictures of people… but I couldn’t just ignore the fact that you looked rather photogenic with all this food around you.” He turned his camera to show the woman the picture he had taken of her, “I could delete it, if you’d like… but I think it came out rather beautiful so it would be a shame.”

             He stood back up with a small grunt, arms now stretching over his head before pointing at her laptop. “So, what’s your plan with that? Pardon my intrusion, but it seems like you’re in a little dilemma now.” He had managed to take peeks at the angry and confused comments that kept flowing through the live chat still.

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⊱ ・・・she’s struck down with the overwhelming urge to bury her hands in her hair and shake her head and flop around like a fish out of water in dramatics. her jaw dropping as she looks up at him, sitting surrounded by food with the sun rays heating her and win blowing through her, not the stuff air of her room.  truth is she needed to get out some times, or she might just go crazy. even if it’s weird to do her mukbang here (lack of people aside) she needed this.  “i...” her first instinct is to screech and pout, helpless and childish at the development, but quickly after, she recognizes that it’s unreasonable, and takes a deep breath. “no it’s alright, i guess i should be more discreet about shooting a broadcast at the park like this.” she sighs, pouts gently, bottom lip pokes out before she inhales softly, in out, and nods like she’s accepted the situation. she hasn’t really; the matter of her fans no doubt exploding in her inbox and chat logs was ever looming, but she could put that aside. she looks at the man for the first time, really takes him in, as he speaks; he has a kindly face, polite, soft handsome features and she comes to think that he doesn’t look the type to do her intentional harm. she nods, watching him speak but not listening as closely as she assess her thoughts, until realization kicks in. ━of course he would be taking pictures of her in━wait pictures. she flinches at the burst of interest, her features turning horrified and excited at once, she hadn’t gotten a word in edgewise with him before that moment, explaining himself evenly and reasonably as she listened on, but her soft gasp is the first noticeable words she’d spoken since her internal battle had abruptly been stifled out by her compartmentalizing. “━ why are you taking pictures of people who don’t realize,” she chastises sharply, eyelashes batting in offense at the thought. “delet━ at least let me see it first...since you took it anyway...” she mutters as he points to her laptop and she absolutely refuses to look at it, lest thoughts of just how deep of scandal she’s in wash over her. “i━ well...” she falters, not wanting to but needing to offer a bit of information about herself. she leans back and crosses her legs before her, brushes her knees off where she’d been sitting as she ate. “i haven’t had a person on my show in too long. they’ll have too much to say now that you’ve randomly shown up,” she sighs dejectedly, “how can i make a plan for what i never thought would happen?” her shoulders slump.

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dinner for two

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wydaewon·:

“You came.” He states it simply at first, holding her gaze—searching for tell-tale signs of any discomfort from her. When he finds none, he softens the look. Allows for the upturned of lips once more. He breathes her in, comfortable in the proximity of their body, comfortable with her. His heart shouts in affection at her bravery, it says to him, she’s done it, she’s done it. But his mind reigns control, only allowing for him to say, “I’m glad you could make it .”

Cordial, formal, it tastes bitter in his tongue, not quite right of a greeting for people like them.

Instinctively, he mimics her movement, his gaze too landing their way across his apartment, trying to see it from her point of view. He wants to ask after a moment of silence, which never felt stifling between them if it was alright. Was it clean enough? Did it smell nice enough? A man of few restraints, he practices it then. Knowing all too well how it could come across — really, it was just her opinion mattered more to him than many did.

He catches her smile and compares it to the sun; blinding, captivating, burning. He swallows nothing more than saliva, wondering wistfully if Icarus felt the same as he approached too close to the sun.  His thoughts ring, imploring ( ‘ Is she my downfall or my salvation ’ )

“You’re not cold are you?” He treads the line of curiosity and worry when it came to her. Was it his curious nature that wanted to know, or his worried heart that feared it so? Sometimes, even he couldn’t tell.

He reaches for her fingers, delicate and soft. He knows how they feel, having held them many times before. His understanding of space and distance is nonexistent around her and so he assumes she’s used to it by now, as he presses them gently warming them up with his own heat. “Must of been cold out, you’re freezing. ”

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⊱ ・・・his tone of voice is so much more tender than she recalled it ever being before. did it dip so low and end up so warm when they were speaking in those calls all that time? when they met for the first time? or second? she rapidly tries to pinpoint a moment where his voice was as warm and embracing as that and simultaneously recognizes a hundred and zero all at once.  her throat tightens with affection and she licks her lips trying to straight out the smile on her features. is she what? she listened without listening, hearing his mellow tones without recognizing the actual words, and she starts when he leans in close again, closing space so quickly she’s startled, as only he really manages to do so easily. “i’m━” she jumps like someone had popped a balloon in the distance when his hands reach to touch hers, unsure why the reaction seems different this time. maybe because she’s away from the comfort and security of her home, her four walls like a prison, maybe...but prisons also keep people out as well as in. she’s beyond the safety of her bars, here in his home and smells so nice and looks so nice, where he’s put effort into treating her to dinner (real dinner not just convenient store snacks and pudding cups in her backyard). it’s different; it’s so much different, and she looks down at their hands, his warm and large, holding hers before him and it’s an odd amalgamation of sentiment that runs through her. thankful and nervous, intrigued, uncertain. “it’s that time of year,” she muses, biting her lip and attempting to steady her hands in the cradle of his; she has no idea why there’s no inclination in her to simply pull away, it doesn’t cross her mind. she looks away at the room again as he connects them with his warmth and touch, trying to break her jitters. “didn’t you do too much, oppa?” she teases to distract from her jittery nerves, her hands tingle in his grasp, “it’s too nice in here for just me. and what’s all that food━ are we shooting a mukbang?” she laughs lightly, “why did you do so much when it’s just the two of us.” she says it like it’s always just the two of them, like that’s the only fact to exist and there’s nothing strange about them as a concept.

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dinner for two

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wydaewon‌:

Open to; Any and all

His home reeks of flowers; two bouquet of roses teetering on the edge of his kitchen counter the cause. He is not a romanticist by trade, but he knows how to behave like one. Something that resembled spaghetti heats up on the stove. The male in question has prompt himself up on his couch, comfortably soaking in the warmth of his own heat. Legs dangling on the side, long limbs to blame for the slight discomfort. 

One of these days he’d purchase a couch that fit his stretched figure.

Daewon had been expecting an additional body for the night, far too busy and far too unconcerned about his needs to have cooked something as fancy as he had just for his own sake. Still, he inwardly applauds in his effort. Companion or not, he’s truly outdone himself this time. 

Decorative plates hardly used sat neat and pristine on top of his dinner table alongside a fancy bottle of chardonnay he purchased– a bit expensive for his usual taste, but it fit the ambiance for the night. The hole in his wallet from it could be ignored.

It’s the repetitive knocking on his apartment door that jolts him awake. ( He must of dozed off in waiting, body too honest displays the tired it carries. )Like a cat awake from its slumber, he clears the dust around his eyes, stretches his bones and pushes his feet towards the knocks. They’re familiar knocks made by familiar hands– he knows, like a toddler knows their mother. And so he smiles, naturally and without fabrication. “You’re here, come inside.” 

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⊱ ・・・it’s strange to walk the streets seongweon, frightening in multiple ways but she rationalizes that it can’t be as bad as she has worked out. it’s not that scary. they can’t get to you here, seoyun. this whole huge city, you’re just another woman passing through the night. daewon was worth it, she reminded herself a hundred times in one day. she had turned around and ran back inside so many times, determined to make him come to her. to call him up and beg him to turn it around. but it couldn’t always be like that. he can’t be the only one expected to make the distance between them smaller, closer still. he’s warm and friendly and kind, and a better friend than she deserves, she feels. and she would do anything to make sure he is appreciated. even face her fears. she makes it to his apartment late, a peace coming over here the second she counts down to his apartment door. she made it; nothing cataclysmic happened, she’s safe. her shoulders sink in relief like a boat relaxing after fairing turbulent waters. tapping her knuckles she looks down and presses palms to smooth nonexistent wrinkles from her pretty dress. her hair probably looks hideous, how long since she’d cared enough to do something with it besides brush it for a video? she presses her lips together in a pout at herself as the door peels open and there he stands, tall and gracious and smiling, and she swallows thickly. “i came.” she says it like she’s surprised at herself and he should be proud, a breathless sound, wispy like a thin cloud in a wide open sky. she throws herself into the apartment like the hallway might be a dark tunnel and his apartment the only light. only once she’s inside past him does she realize she’d pressed closely next to him, invited herself in, and she gazes up at him with a small blink. “i’m here.” she iterates, equally breathless, this time warm like her cheeks.  she’s too close, she takes a step back and brushes her hair behind her ear, looking around his apartment with a close glance and a tiny smile. he’d gone through trouble for her; she hadn’t expect him capable of a gesture like this, all those years of talking through a screen he’d eventually came across as insistent, funny and simple, always one to brighten her day. her chin whips back and she gives him a smile.

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How does your character react to stress situations? Defensively? Aggressively? Evasively? Why do you think this is? // welcome

this question would draw a really long answer, because i think ultimately she’s capable of many natural responses when it comes to situations. i think her initial response to strangers or unknowns is definitely aggression. to family related stress, she tends to grow defensive and introspective. lover causing her stress will send her reeling, a mixture of the two, defensive at times, aggressive at others.

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wyxjaewon‌:

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                                     ◢ wyxjaewon x @seoyunwy ◣

▷ ► ► ▷A warm breeze brushed against Jaewon's cheek. His hand positioning right beneath the lens of the camera as today was one of best days to be out and doing what he always loved to do. Even though he loved being a bartender and creating drinks to make customers smile, nothing ever came close to the feeling he would get when he had a camera in his hands. 

              His favorite place to take landscape photos was at Pyongju park, but only during the days there was no one around. It wasn’t because he disliked people, but more of the fact he almost never took pictures of people. Jaewon always preferred the aesthetic of a picture with nothing but nature, maybe it was because it reminded him of his happier days. 

              The sound of the camera shutters echoed quietly, mixing with the nature’s noises. He turned his camera towards the direction of a, usually, empty field, but for once it wasn’t empty. He inched his way closer, just enough to get a better look at the distance. There sat a woman, food surrounding her with a camera set up in the front. A breathy chuckle slipping out as he snapped a picture from the side, only able to capture her upper half with the gentle wind blowing her hair. He took a few minutes to peak at the picture, actually feeling a bit proud with how it came out. He placed the strap over his shoulder, walking up to the stranger who seemingly was talking to herself. 

              He inspected the camera for a moment, realizing instantly the settings were all wrong for this natural lighting. “You know… these kind of settings don’t work well in sunlight.” He moved to the front of the camera to he could check how it looks himself while playing with the different settings. “That… should be better. You’ll be able to tell the difference, I promise you that." 

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 ⊱ ・・・warm wind seeps through her frumpy sweater and momentarily, she thinks of how nice it would be to film outside more often; and then, like always, a bleak chill settles into the notches of her spine, making it hard to move or breathe when she thinks of going outside beyond the safety of her home. and like always, she hastily retreats away from any and all of those particular thought trains, back into the current moment  ━ her eyes take shift back into focus with her mind, the chat-box of her stream cycling down in expeditious fashion as her fans experience her recession, borderline panic with her. she breathes and coughs, smiles and laughs it off in a string of tractable motions to set things straight. playing herself off is a skill of hers by now. it’s easier that not a single one of the thousands of viewers she has, is sitting in front of her; can be seen or heard. she pretends to read the messages but looks through them.  “i’m fine! it’s so hot out here!” it’s not really hot at all, she’s quite comfortable, but she plays it off and her reach extends chopsticks to pick up a piece of fried beef. the chat is still lighting up like a fire but she can’t take notice when there’s suddenly a form cutting across her and she yelps gently at the intrusion. she hadn’t even noticed anyone nearby; there’s never anyone here at this time of day, that’s why sometimes films here, on rare occasions. her chin jerks, glistening eyes to spot a man, camera around his own neck as he inspects hers, and she’s rooted in place from shock when he rotates to the front of her setup to get a closer look. it sinks in slower than it should, truly. like the way cold water makes your limbs move at half the speed, your heart and thoughts an instant to catch up. the chat goes berserk. she flings herself forward and slams her hand onto the base of her laptop set up nearby, face breaking into a neutrality that borders on absurd. “okay guys i have to go! we can meet again later! goodnight!” she clicks the button to end the broadcast instantly, the slew of messages still rolling at a speed that terrifies her, as does the message content. oh she’s done for; 2 years without another feature on her show, never anyone but herself, down the drain. she turns to look at the stranger with her teeth tugging at her lip. “you...” she can feel the tips of her ears turning red, her face scorching hot, “you just...do you know what they’re going to say?” she sounds breathless, voice quiet in shock.

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hey guys i’m sal, also the mun for seungwon. i don’t talk too much in discord group chat but you can always message me there in dms, and you can message me here to plot.  follow this read more to find summarized information on my muse and i’ll see and hopefully talk to you soon.

ex- defense attorney retired for 3 and a half years, but she was well known in the neighboring city outside of wonyang. she moved to wonyang about 2 years ago but hasn’t really been seen out and about often sense, mostly online.

never really leaves her home in eonju, she lives there with her mother in a small hanok ( 1103 )with a big garden in the back, walls enclosing the property. she has a cat and 2 small dogs.

here she usually does her live streams/videos and her mukbangs.

hasn’t ever really dated.

misses being a DA so badly...

watches a lot of TV and listens to a lot of music in her free time...a lot.

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[yourmuseco]

yikes

my tombstone, probably. (via yourmuseco)

[sublime-ish]

hyuna on periscope earlier today