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they call me z i c o — seattle ✈ las vegas. los angeles > seoul. 21, it's just a digit. ★★★★★

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chuseok dinner

[kasrk]

father is working and mother is in japan for an auction, which leaves lee serine at home alone ( or not ) on chuseok dinner.  not that she minds, her parents always seem to find business elsewhere and she likes being left to herself .. mostly.  but tonight is a promised night, full of joy and family - or, well, it’s supposed to be.  she wonders if father will even call, if mother will get a chance to send her off an email at least. 

but she isn’t alone.  surrounded by her laptops and her precious body pillow of seven, she looks up from her phone only when she hears a voice speak.  this is real life, this isn’t someone talking at her through the speaker of her phone and telling her he loves her.  this is woo jiho, this is her boyfriend, this is real life.  this is real life.  “ what are you talking about? i’m on his route right now, of course he is ~~~” she hums behind large, fake glasses and a tilt of her head - she likes it when he’s jealous.  he looks cuter this way.  leaning against her pillow, she smiles gently and crooks her finger to beckon him closer.  “ but i’m on your route right now - always, right?”

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“you’re on his route right now but not mine?” he pouted, arms crossed in defiance. zico was behaving like a kid. usually, he wouldn’t complain but when it came to lee serine, it was like a fight for her attention. he wouldn’t back down, but he knew the fine lines and when there were boundaries. he tried his best to hide his jealousy, not making it obvious but it was too difficult to. “oh now.. you’re on it..” stepping in closer, he entwined his fingers with her’s. “this is okay, right?” 

the sound of his stomach grumbling was rambunctious, he hadn’t ate for a while since he was awaiting his dinner with her. how embarrassing this is, he mused to himself mentally. “so.. i heard you were going to cook.. for this special holiday. for just the two of us, right?” he's not sure what she had in mind to cook, but either way, he'd eat it ( even if it came out bad but that wasn't what he expected, serine is a good cook. )

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fifth chuseok

autumn festival Is what he called it, it was also known as chuseok. this holiday he wasn’t going to be spending with his family but instead of his girlfriend, zico needed to sort himself out before he’d see serine. it’s before he got to his house that he decided to walk around the streets of seoul, seeing that it was so lively. this was the first time he went out of his apartment and into the streets, searching around for something. maybe some inspiration, to compose a writing piece or enjoy this holiday. 

there’s nothing brand new about chuseok to him, even when he was back home in america—he would celebrate it whenever his parents were around. just as long as they weren’t on business trips. it’s times like these that he wish he was younger, when he got to see his cousins on the day of chuseok instead of celebrating it without his family.

he wasn’t going to be wearing traditional korean clothing, it’s not that he didn’t mind it but he didn’t have it on him on his hand. he wasn’t even going to wear it when his girlfriend was around. still though, being in south korea itself and celebrating chuseok here for the past five years felt different than that of america. it’s not that he wasn’t used to it, but it was somewhat unfamiliar to him. almost like it was foreign but nevertheless, it’s a holiday he couldn’t wait to celebrate with serine.

festivals are my kind of thing i guess.

[zicork-blog]

chuseok dinner

( @kasrk​ )

chuseok was a holiday he usually celebrated with his family members. unfortunately for him, they’re out of town and back in america. he didn’t mind spending it alone though, but it was always better to spend it with someone else. someone beloved and dear to him. zico swore that after his long day of underground activities, he’d rush to the apartment and spend the rest of his day with her. his dear girlfriend, serine ( sadly her heart was won by 2-d characters and woo jiho couldn’t woo his girl like they did— ).

luciel choi from mystic messenger is not her boyfriend, he repeated mentally. he lost his focus and concentration way long ago, the train of thoughts weren’t breaking off in the depths of his mind. he was home now, been that way for a while. and.. he’s embarrassedly spacing out in front of his girlfriend, repeating the thought—out loud now. “707 is not really your boyfriend, right?”

it’s a fight for attention but today, he knew she’d pay attention to him fully—or at least that’s what he was hoping for.

[wooingzico]

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[ZICO] Good day

[zicork-blog]

i’m still fly

rapping was his favourite activity when he had time, when school wasn’t kicking him in the arse. he would grab a pen and a piece of paper wherever ( as long as he had the resources! ) then start his journey to lyric writing. ever since he was young, jiho invested a lot of time in lyric writing but freestyling was a different activity. he couldn’t call himself a true rapper if he didn’t get this down.

he trained himself before his underground days, before being in seoul, somewhere around his younger years when he lived in los angeles and gained inspirations from his peers. he’d participate in a good amount of rap battles back then too. these days—he felt like people were rapping for the hell of it; topics that weren’t relevant. that included the mainstream rappers like kanye west, jay-z, etc. jiho didn’t like their style but he listened to the music because it sounded good. but if he listened to the lyrics closely, it was almost as if a ten year old was writing them.

he’s holding a camera close to his face, way too close that he had to push it back away that it wouldn’t be all up on his face. it’s recording, he started spitting from the top of his head. hoping that this freestyle wouldn’t go down in flames.

ganeungnan nan nareo ggumnaeneun cheongchoni nar gamandujianna i know nan narareo sirbaeran naega sagjedwin haneo flow rhyme soulreul narheogonge ddwiur nargero sama yeojeonhi hargae chinan gaseum gurmjurinbae yeojonhi duntaghan rideumapeseon heungbun idwae gutge bbeoneganeun mom igoti naega modurgot ddang gua gangyeongi narbeodo it’s ok hangsang goreumwie huh huh utgirdae sirkeo utdwora geubiuteumeun myeotyeonho ddangeurchigo sseudajil nunmul irkkeya yeotahabwi gae ddongcheolhag bagjienormgyeodamgoseo tohae i’m still fly haneul georeo oraetorok gutge dadhin nawi marmoneun yeoro watch your back dadeurmoroseo naega beurgoneungeun eobseo nawi bibangen iryumani iterbban chagryugeun eobseo i’m still fly i’m sky high and i dare anybody to try and cut my wings i’m still puilln out the phantom and these haters can’t stand him nigga i’m still doin my thing

[zicork-blog]

( txt * 자기야♡~ ) ɿ (•᷄દ•᷅) gotta workworkworkworkwork - ( txt * 자기야♡~ ) really late tonight actually so i figured i'd text you goodnight!! do you miss me yet? well? do you? ( txt * 자기야♡~ ) don't even think about coming to pick me up - you gotta get your rest ( txt * 자기야♡~ ) miss you, though (●´□`)♡ ( txt * 자기야♡~ ) seriously though, don't come!!

( sms: my girlfriend is a ghost! ) are you working right now? ;;( sms: my girlfriend is a ghost! ) i miss you, of course!!( sms: my girlfriend is a ghost! ) i’m smiling like an idiot right now..( sms: my girlfriend is a ghost! ) no, i’m coming. you can’t tell me otherwise~

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/   txt  .  zeeaco   /   yeah … i mean kind of …  /   txt  .  zeeaco   /   yien says that signing a contract means hell, but i guess you won’t be salty at least  ㅎㅎ i feel like that’s way more hellish

[zicork-blog]

( text: homie ) trust me, i'm sure he's right. you got a contract at sphere, right? ( text: homie ) i heard other companies were much difficult to train in. take for example, trc and royal. seungyoun's in trc and he can still breathe.. i wonder how he handles it.

[borark]

[ ✉ ➺ Zico ] What are you talking about? My dad did WHAT?  [ ✉ ➺ Zico ] I didn’t say that you did fuck around back then. But because you haven’t replied back up until now I thought maybe you’re the one who hated me. [ ✉ ➺ Zico ] I never once hated you and you know that, at least I thought you did anyway. just because my dad may have, doesn’t mean I did. [ ✉ ➺ Zico ] well I guess you didn’t try hard enough.

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( text: princess boar ) your father started freaking out when he found out you were dating me. then he told me not to talk to you ever again. he said you were back but you weren't.. really. ( text: princess boar ) no, i never hated you. if you think i do, even after these four years.. you're wrong. you've never given me any real reason to hate you. so, why should i? ( text: princess boar ) well, can you at least answer one question? truthfully and honestly? ( text: princess boar ) did i ever mean anything to you anyways? ( text: princess boar ) i guess i didn't. i guess we both didn't which is why everything failed, which is why we didn't work out. ( text: princess boar ) but you know damn well, i would've done anything for you.

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♫ playlist of woo jiho

♫ eminem & rihanna – love the way you lie

this song is one of his favourites. he puts this on repeat sometimes when he’s in the mood. something about the song reminds him about his past relationship ( probably the most dysfunctional one to be honest ).

♫ a milli – lil wayne

okay so he usually doesn’t like lil wayne but he likes the beat of this song. he feels like it’s a good beat to freestyle to, but doesn’t steal the beat obviously. there’s no way in hell he’d use lil wayne as his inspiration for his songs.. well, it’s not like he wouldn’t ever  but maybe once or twice in his life.

♫ kendrick lamar – swimming pools

he thinks it’s a cool song, seriously. he’s fond of kendrick lamar’s flow.

♫ kendrick lamar – bitch, don’t kill my vibe

a song he listens to when people try to talk shit about him or fuck around, mess with him. he doesn’t care about these sort of people though. simply irrelevant.

♫ rich homie quan – flex

it’s a dope ass song but he thinks rich homie quan is retarded.

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the show goes on

today, he’s choosing to volunteer to help perform for some program for charity, nonprofitable. he didn’t have much of a choice when he was being dragged along by his friend. thankfully, he doesn’t have to dance because zico was not a born dancer. give him a choreography and it’ll do him some justice. as for freestyle, that was a no go for him. now, about freestyle rapping—that was a different story. he’d be more than happy to write a poem or song.

at the end, he didn’t perform his own composition but a meaningful song came to his head. lupe fiasco, song title was the show goes on. sometime later, he’ll have to deal with consecutively grimacing at what he had to rap to. he admired the lyrics, the only problem was that it wasn’t his style. it didn’t scream out woo jiho, zico.

maybe he’ll add in some spice like create his own flow, add in some splashes like a different beat but not kill the entire song. he’s seen a couple of artists that failed to create something original. the experience of being in the underground scene and composing his own songs have helped him out though ( a lot ). he wouldn’t take all the parts though, his friend had a fair share.

a couple of hours later, he stepped up on the stage—his eyes meeting a whole crowd. in fact, there’s way too many people that he felt his confidence shattering almost—perplexity clashing with him. he picks up the microphone and started rapping. he’s not going to do this alone, he’s with his friend after all!

have you ever had the feeling that you was being had don't that stuff that make you mad they treat you like a slave, with chains all on your soul, and put whips up on your back, they be lying through they teeth hope you slip up off your path i don't switch up i just laugh put my kicks up on they desk unaffected by they threats than get busy on they ass see that's how that chi-town made me that's how my daddy raised me that glittering may not be gold, don't let nobody play me if you are my homeboy, you never have to pay me go on and put your hands up, when times are hard you stand up z-i-c-o the man, 'cause a brand that the fans trust so even if they ban us they'll never slow my plans up!

one in the air for the people that ain't here two in the air for the father that's there three in the air for the kids in the ghetto four for the kids who don't wanna be there none for the niggas trying to hold them back five in the air for the teacher not scared to tell those kids that's living in the ghetto that the niggas holdin' back that the world is theirs! yeah yeah, the world is yours, i was once that little boy terrified of the world now i'm on a world tour i will give up everything, even start a world war for these ghettos girls and boys i'm rapping round' the world for! africa to new york, haiti then i detour, oakland out to auckland gaza strip to detroit, say hip-hop only destroy tell em' look at me, boy!

i hope your son don't have a gun and never be a d-boy so no matter what you been through no matter what you into no matter what you see when you look outside your window brown grass or green grass picket fence or barbed wire never ever put them down you just lift your arms higher raise 'em 'til your arms tired let em' know you're there that you struggling and survivin' that you gonna persevere yeah, ain't no body leavin', no body goin' home even if they turn the lights out the show is goin' on!

[borark]

[ ✉ ➺ Zico ] yeah….I know…  [ ✉ ➺ Zico ] why wouldn’t I be? when I returned to Seoul you quit replying to me so of course I would still be mad because I couldn’t contact you all this time. [ ✉ ➺ Zico ] don’t say that either…. [ ✉ ➺ Zico ] do you really mean that or are you just saying that so I’ll quit being pissed?

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( text: princess boar ) maybe because for some reaosn, your father told me that i couldn't contact you. he hates my guts. i thought you hated me, seems like you still do. ( text: princess boar ) no, i mean it. you think i'm fucking around? i didn't fuck around when we were dating for three years. lmao ( text: princess boar ) seriously, thought you knew me better. you know i wouldn’t have given up that easily, but everyone gets tired too.

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( @borark )

[ ✉ ➺ Zico ] ‘what?’ really? [ ✉ ➺ Zico ] why the hell would you be the one saying that when YOU are the one who’s been ignoring me the past 4 years?? REALLY? [ ✉ ➺ Zico ] whatever I should have just quit trying to fucking contact you…

( text: princess boar ) i mean, i didn't expect you to talk to me after this long. it's seriously been too long. both you and i know that too well. ( text: princess boar ) are you still mad at me? lmao. you were always a cutie when you were mad. ( text: princess boar ) don't you think we should fix things?

[zicork-blog]

[ ✉ ➺ Zico ] Hello??? [ ✉ ➺ Zico ] Seriously, it's been what 4 years and you're still ignoring me??? [ ✉ ➺ Zico ] Why the hell do you keep avoiding- (deleted!) [ ✉ ➺ Zico ] you're such an ass for- (deleted!) [ ✉ ➺ Zico ] At least reply back or something damn...

( text: princess boar ) what?( text: princess boar ) i’m not ignoring you? i thought it was you that didn’t want to have anything to do with me.. remember?( text: princess boar ) i’m responding right now. i’m here, bora.

[wooingzico]

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