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-he grins before bowing- Hello, i'm Mark

{'he's taking a sip out of (disgustingly sweet) cafe mocha when the other approaches him. upon hearing the other speak, he lifts his head and gives the other a nod as a cold greeting} Hm. {'he doesn't say much before something clicks in his mind and he gives the other another look}

Hey, I know you. You're an idol, right? 

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My favorite piece? It's by far Sunny. Yup, it really speaks t'me the most, y'feel? But all your paintings are pr'good, if y'ask me.

Sunny. {'he repeats the name of the painting to himself as he looks up at you with a forced smile} That one... Was an experiment. {'he laughs softly, fiddling with the braided bracelet around his wrist} It's not the style I usually paint in, but I'm glad you liked it. {'he nods, tightening his lips} 

Ah, pardon my rudeness, I haven't even gotten your name. And you are...?

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"Act normal, Soo."

Soojung’s eyes darted around quickly as she pulled her bottom lip between her teeth. She wasn’t used to talking to new people, but she felt like it was time to branch out of her shell and make some friends. It got awfully lonely being by yourself, after all.

"Okay. Breathe. Take a breath."

"Hey, I’m Soojung." She stuck her hand out, breathing in quickly before opening her mouth to speak again. "I’m a bit new around here and I was wondering you would help me out? I’m looking for some friends, some people that won’t mind me texting them at 2AM and ask if they want McDonald’s. If you could reblog this maybe? I’d probably love you forever. I’ll even come bother you a bit. But thanks in advance! Maybe we’ll see more of each other in the future?"

◁ AU - literate - para/script - plotting welcomed ▷

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When two people are meant for each other, nothing can keep them apart.

(via bestlovequotesandsayings)

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Pretty Please help with a cherry on top.

The name is Choi Minki, you might have seen me on the runway or in the latest fashion magazine. Of course you can call me Ren, that’s what everyone seems to call me for some reason. I’m on the look out for some friends so I can have a social life and have people to talk to other than my manager. So, please, just reblog or like this? It will only take a few seconds!

[ AU ] [ Mature content ] [ Will type how you type ]

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Y' don't happen to be /the/ Yang Elijah, d'ya? Aw, man, I'm a big fan of your work, I ain't even gonna lie.

The one and only. {'he gives the other a crooked smirk, his slightly cocked} Isn't everyone? {'he laughs softly, his hands slipping into his pocket as he moves to lean against a wall} Always glad to meet a fan. What's your favourite piece? 

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Hello /she smiled at the figure before her, slightly bowing her head before she waves with her hand; I'm Chaerin, it's a pleasure to meet you

{'he gave a brief nod to the other before realizing that he should say something in response} Hello to yourself as well. {'he gave her a small smile before moving quickly to bow back} The pleasure's all mine, Miss Chaerin. 

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"Art is a lie that make us realize truth." - Pablo Picasso.

"Do I really have to do this?" the male sighed as he ran his long fingers through his slightly matted hair -- he didn't have time for a shower before his companion dragged him out of his studio and in front of a camera.

"Yes. Yes you do. What are you going to do while I'm away? You have to make friends." his friend scrunched his nose and shot Yoseob a worried glance.

"Who needs friends when you have a canvas and some paint?" he shot his friend a grin as his head cocked slightly.

"You need to stop with your artsy bullshit. I'm so glad I'm moving to America. Just look into the camera, pretend it's a dating profile-" Another look. "Okay, nevermind. Just... Talk about yourself."

Yoseob looked into the camera and pasted on one of his million-dollar smiles.

"The name's Elijah. You probably know of my work, but not my face. Aren't you glad that the painter is as handsome as the work?" the corner of his lips tugged up into a cocky grin, his eyes twinkling in amusement. 

There was a snort from his friend behind the camera. "Anyways, my friend is moving to America soon. To get his PhD or whatnot, and leaving me here. All alone. Not that I have a problem with that..."

"But he does. So uh, help me out a little?" he pasted on a small grin, tapping his foot. 

"... This is a dumb idea." he sighed as he waved the camera away, much to his friend's disappointment.

"You'll thank me later." his friend smiled at him behind the camera, and Yoseob couldn't help but to mimic it.

Elijah Yang. 24. Artist. Small animal hoarder. 

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Hey--

Yoseob blinked as he looked at the other, taking a while to process the figure in front of him. His eyes widened when his brain registered the other's features, his mouth agape in shock.

"... You-" he started to speak as he moved quickly to the other, and leaned in to inspect the other's face (obviously not respecting the other's personal bubble). 

"... You look familiar. You don't happen to me by best friend of twenty-four years that ran out on me for a phD, do you?" 

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Kisses.  ( ˘ ³˘)❤

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“The Studio”, 1955, Pablo Picasso.

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