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This never happened before. — @esphial ↳ meme: accepting

He can't say he believes her. Maybe it's his nature, skeptical to a fault; maybe it's the circumstance, the unlikelihood of her claim; maybe its the trembling of her breath, the lilt of her intonation. Or it's the whole impersonality of a phone conversation. Something just straight out stinks and he can't ignore the stench, he never excelled at subtlety.

"Look, I'm not upset." He is, a little, but what's more important is that he doesn't hold any right to torture her conscience over it. It's such a trivial thing, insignificant. Neither of them will even remember this in a few hours. Her shoes are a pair he's walked in quite a few miles before. "It was just a stupid gig, you didn't miss out on anything. The set was terrible, anyway, and the vocalist was a pain in the ass." As he hears what he's saying, he fights a cringe – he's rather pouring out all the reasons why he needed her there, doing an ungodly amount of hand-holding. That's what you get from letting your subconscious take your tongue. He passes the phone to his other ear, levelling eyes with a wall. "It's fine. There will always be other gigs, yeah?"

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You can’t buy your soul back. @phsychic ↳ meme: accepting

Outrage.

Rioh looks her dead in the eye and wonders, sincerely, how he even puts up with her. Not only is Taeyeon not apologizing for dumping glitter over his head (it's the seventh time he tried to shake it off his hair and the thing still sprinkles out in heaps), she dares steal from him his trusted go-to protest against anything terrible she does to him.

Read: everything she does to him.

He almost gives up on even saying anything, more upset about being beaten to the the cue than he'd be willing to admit, but on the last minute, he quirks a brow, pensive. "Not even with correction? I'm sure we can negotiate."

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[ kkt: taeyeon ]     •   reluctant about leaving my warm blankets to make tea? yea i kinda am     •   but i'll put myself through this torture. for you. so we ARE friends.     •   that's my masterchef wet dream right there     •   kinky. will i have to call you chef     •   will this be our roleplay

[ kkt  ⇒ drummerboy (rioh) ]

          ⇒ you sound so reluctant

          ⇒ and here i thought we were friends </3

          ⇒ ill bring food fine, but you should know i expect one hell of a tea

          ⇒ or else imma go gordon ramsey on you

          ⇒ only because i love you of course, i only want to see your tea making skills grow

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[ kkt: ari ]     •   i thought i could trust you with my secrets, o foolish me     •   is it really ending earlier or are you just walking out     •   i was actually surpervising a project on campus just now, so kinda     •   shouldn't take me long to get there

(  문자 ⇾ ) : you know well enough that i totally would 😁 (  문자 ⇾ ) : okay, you can come by earlier if you’re free though. seems like i might end my class sooner. (  문자 ⇾ ) : are you in the vicinity by any chance?

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[ kkt: celia ]     •   it what.     •   “reputation”     •   what is your reputation celia     •   and how am i destroying it

( kkt ⇒ rioh )

   ⇒ it

   ⇒ consider this my request!

   ⇒ stop trying to ruin my reputation

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GET TO KNOW THE CHARACTER:

LAYER ONE: THE OUTSIDE

Name: Hwang Rioh

Eye Color: Dark brown

Hair Style/Color: Deep, dark brown thick mop of hair that meets his eyes, with an undercut. Usually unstyled, he does have a can of hairspray around in case he wants to have it pushed back for a performance, but the effort.

Height: 1,76m.

Clothing Style: Comfortable. He loves T-shirs and jeans skinny enough he can actually feel around his legs, but sweatpants and hoodies are not an unsual combination on the colder days. Sweaters, though not a favorite of his, are definititely part of his fall-winter collection, all binge-bought by his overprotective mother. Sneakers are an all-around favorite. When he’s out or on a gig, he tries to dress up, selects his nicest T-shirts and darkest jackets, usually putting on boots or his nicest converse pairs.

Best Physical Feature: All of him? No, actually, he likes his jawline, he’s pretty satisfied with its shape and cut.

LAYER TWO: THE INSIDE

Fears: Bees, wasps -- all loud buzzing insects that can fuck you up, sharp objects, not fond of jellyfish, possibly claustrophobic (requires further investigation).

Bad Habits: Binge-drinking, lack of organization for his living space, a taste for annoying others, getting an urge to smoke in extremely rare situations, evading commitment.

Ambition for the Future: Live off music.

Biggest regret: Sometimes, not having moved to Seoul earlier; other times, having moved to Seoul at all.

LAYER THREE: THOUGHTS

First Thoughts Waking Up: “Not this, not again”, schedule, what is thinking, it’s 6:00 AM.

What They Think About the Most: Compositions, performing, music. College comes second.

What They Think About Before Bed: Usually what he either needed to do but didn’t get done that day or what he has to do the next day.

What They Think Their Best Quality Is: Flexibility.

LAYER FOUR: WHAT’S BETTER?

Single or Group Dates: Single.

To be Loved or Respected: Loved.

Beauty or Brains: Brains.

Dogs or Cats: Dogs.

LAYER FIVE: DO YOU?

Lie: Yes.

Have scars/birthmarks: Yes.

Believe in Yourself: Eh.

Believe in Love: Yes.

Want Someone:  No.

LAYER SIX: EVER?

Been on Stage: Yes.

Done Drugs: Yes.

Changed Who You Were to Fit In: Yes.

LAYER SEVEN: FAVORITES

Favorite Color: Blue.

Favorite Music: European classical.

Favorite Animal: Dogs.

Favorite Drink: Juice.

Favorite Food: Seafood.

Favorite Place: Beach.

Favorite Sport: Soccer.

Favorite Season: Summer.

Favorite Holiday: Chuseok.

LAYER EIGHT: AGE

Day Your Next Birthday Will Be: July 17th.

Age You Lost Your Virginity: 16.

Does Age Matter: Often not.

LAYER NINE: IN A BOY OR GIRL

Best Personality: Dedicated, funny, passionate but also centered.

Best Eye Color: Whichever.

Best Hair Color: Gravitates to dark, but it doesn’t really matter.

Best thing to do With a Partner: He would guess fucking, he’s really not sure.

LAYER TEN: FINISH THE SENTENCE

I love: The beach.

I hate: Manipulation.

I feel: Tired.

I hide: Nothing. Mostly.

I miss: My family.

I wish: To get some cash.

QUESTIONNAIRE FOR THE MUSE:

What do you look like? (Include body type, frame, hair, eyes, skin, age, and distinguishing features): I’m 23 and of average height, I guess, and pretty much thin. My skin is of the... normal variety, tastefully soft, if I do say so myself. My hair’s dark brown and nice to pull on -- hello, ladies. My most notable features are my dazzling eyes and jawline, but I have been complimented on my lips. Overall, not too bad, to be honest; could be doing worse.

How do you dress most of the time?: T-shirt and jeans. I know, blessed emoji.

How do you “dress up”?: Putting clothes on? I’m answering this thinking this somehow isn’t what’s expected of this question.

How do you “dress down”?: OH. This was awkward. Well, I’m usually dressed down, but some people are offended when I go out in slippers, which offends me.

What do you wear when you go to sleep?: Underwear. Sweatpants if someone’s around.

Do you wear any jewelry?: Ear piercings, sometimes rings.

In your opinion, what is your best feature?: My charming personality.

How many siblings do you have?: One.

What is your father like?: An old dog who loves fishing way too much and should start stepping his joke game up.

What is your mother like?: The sweetest person ever to grace the Earth, but don’t get on her bad side. That woman can be vicious.

Where do you live? Describe it: Is it messy, neat, avant-garde, sparse, etc.?: Neat apartment near campus, a clean place with furniture (a step-up from my old dorm) and a working fridge. Literally heaven.

Are you emotional, depressed, ect?: I’ve been told I’m too short on the emotional side more than once.

Would you consider yourself straight, gay, bi, or something else? Why?: I’m bisexual, I guess. I don’t really see the point in explaining why, it’s self-explanatory.

How ticklish are you? Where are you ticklish?: On my soles. I can’t. stand. people touching my soles.

What do you do when you are bored?: Do shit on my phone since internet’s a life saver, and and turn to my guitar. I honestly only work on the guitar out of boredom or to compose when I’m at home, I have zero dedication to this instrument.

What do you envy most?: Honestly, money. God, I wish I were fucking loaded so I could afford not to give a damn.

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Sticks and stones may break his bones, but an I told you so will absolutely shatter him. Although he does consider whining in this isolated moment of weakness (he’d placed so many expectations onto that banana peel dish only to be left with nothing but crushed Masterchef aspirations), Rioh catches himself on the last second from steeping so low. New plan is en route. 

He rolls his eyes, he huffs, he throws her a glare, brief and heavy, before humming out a nameless tune as he lathers up the kitchen sponge to start working through the pile on his sink, the outraging banana frying pan his deliberate first pick. What’s more important, he doesn’t acknowledge Storm’s taunting.

Instead, he offers a smile. Stiff, exaggerated and ugly enough, or so he hopes, to offend her, nodding along to her banter. “Mmyeah? That’s nice, but why don’t you make yourself useful and ring the place nearby? The number’s on the fridge, it’s the only magnet with hanjas written all over it.”

Storm was in the midst of drinking her tumbler of water when the male explained how even shoe leather could be edible with the right additions. She wished she wasn’t, because she almost spat out her water all over the kitchen counter. Only Rioh would think like that, she mused.

She watched him cook with a small smile on her face, leaning her chin in her palm. Rioh reminded her of a squirrel, the way he flitted around in his nervous energy was certainly fitting, and watching the disaster unfold in live action was definitely just as entertaining. But as rude as she may come off, Storm knew when to be polite, and when to be straightforward. Which led her to let out the awaited “I told you so!” after he spat the banana peel back into the pan.

Letting out a small snort, she nodded. “Chinese sounds so good right now. Maybe you can learn how to make some fried icecream, huh? That would be more than useful.”

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He follows her indication, offering a polite smile as he meets the waiter’s expectant gaze passingly until he’s sliding into the booth. One last glance is sent her way, oddly protective -- not for general standards, nothing out of the line in that aspect, but he can’t help but think this mild worry is somewhat out of place. “Is it okay over here?” Something about watching the poor soul shivering outside just pulled at his heart strings, apparently. It's warm enough for him, one foot inside and he could tell the place’s heater is good and functioning, but you never know. “We can always order hot tea here, anyway. This is why I dodged the gift shop on the left.”

She looks around the restaurant. It looks cute, if not a little empty. But Ellie was never good in a crowd anyway. There was definitely a reason she spent her life standing in front of them. “Let’s go over there.” She says, pointing to a table all the way on one side. With only a few other people in the restaurant, it was nice and not surrounded by other customers.

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BONNIE & CLYDE SENTENCE MEME

“That’s where I’m gonna end up one day. Trust me.” “I’m gonna make a whole lot of money.” “I can’t wait to get away.” “We can’t spend our whole lives hiding.” “What the hell are you talking about?” “I’ve been dreaming of a hot meal with you as my dessert.” “I can’t believe what you are asking me to do.” “I’ve got some moves that I’d love to show you.” “How ‘bout a dance?” “Let me get to know you.” “You look so handsome.” “There’s danger up ahead.” “No one needs to feel alone.” “I do not want to have to use this gun.” “I can’t wait to rip this off of you.” “You’re better without him.” “We both know you can do better than him.” “You deserve someone who’s there all the time.” “You won’t do better than me.” “No man’s all good.” “I always knew what I was taking on.” “You love who you love.” “Maybe that’s what made me love you all along.” “True love’s something you don’t choose.” “I can’t take any more of this.” “Death would be a welcome friend.” “Why not raise a little hell?” “By tonight, it will be over.” “Him or me?” “Never killed, but now I have to.” “See you soon, sugar.” “Every place that we go, folks will turn their heads.” “You can’t buy your soul back.” “I gotta get out now while I still can.” “Don’t say that. We’re both in shock.” “How stupid can you be?” “My mistake is loving you.” “I would die without you.” “It’s too late to beg forgiveness.” “We both could have a perfect life.” “There isn’t anything good enough for us.” “The world should be notified.” “I must be in love, or else I’m going mad.” “You’re the only piece of luck that’s ever come my way.” “I’m making love to you and that sure beats counting sheep.” “Dyin’ ain’t so bad.” “A short and loving life isn’t so bad.” “I only hope to God that I go first.” “A love like ours doesn’t happen twice.” “When all your days are through, mine will be, too.” “I haven’t done this since God-knows-when.” “Just hold me, darling.” “You don’t have anything to prove.” “Let’s take it slow. One night at a time.” “This never happened before.”

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‘ he smites maids’ breasts with unknown - HEAT - ,                                  and bids the very gods leave heaven  AND                                                     dwell on earth in - BORROWED - forms. ’

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[ voicemail to: celia ] Celia — darling. Honestly, love of my life. Just ringing in to see if you wanna grab dinner tonight? Wanna spend my paycheck on my favorite person, text me to let me know where you wanna go, alright? I just want to show you how I. Appreciate. Your friendship, and tell you all about how great you have been to me, since I obviously notice every little thing you do for me, babe. Thank you so much for your supportive presence in my life. See you tonight, Rose?

unlikely, she deems it.

suspicious behavior by the hands of someone she’s historically never seen to owe up to this kind of affectionate  commitment.

all in good fun, admittedly— and it is fun to listen to. she has her eyes on the view, watching over the city, looking in any direction that might offer her the relief of aversion.

it plays on in the background even as she types. so it goes, she recalls.

( sms ⇒ rioh ) seems fake

( sms ⇒ rioh ) but u can pick me up anytime u want jack 💋

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@consilian

[ ✉ ➟ rioh. ] Yes, I am. Deadly serious, in fact. [ ✉ ➟ rioh. ] When we first met, you were terrible to talk to. And that hasn’t really improved ever since, but at least now I know the way your mind works, so it’s somewhat bearable.

[ msg: seoyun ]     •   how could i ever be “terrible” to talk to??     •   i’m a delight, a true bon vivant, 100% courteous     •   “somewhat bearable” i cannot tolerate this disrespect     •   all i recall is you seeming too much like a deer caught in headlights     •   “don’t look at me- o! i cannot bear it, you must resist the temptation for i am too shy”

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[ kkt: celia ]    •   i'm not what    •   rly babe? is that what you want? just gotta ask    •   when it comes to microscopic fruit, yes    •   what, would you prefer i call it a kink

( kkt ⇒ rioh )

    ⇒ you’re just not

    ⇒ u can beg all u want 😁

    ⇒ all about efficiency huh

   ⇒ ‘the thing’ 

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hush, my sweet ;

these tornadoes

are for you.

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“Not fair, no, but it is quick entertainment.” The crease formed between her brows is such a subtle line but so blatantly defensive, so close to dismay, his eyes are already squinting in laughter before he can hold it back. He starts to sense a pattern there -- she speaks, he laughs; she defends herself, he laughs more. It should be getting old (he suspects it must be, for her), but it’s nowhere near it. There’s something hypnotic about the flicker of consternation in the sharpness of her features, a little thrill in stirring the expression himself. It figures his ego, massive as it is, would play a part in it, but, more importantly, flustered is a hell of a look on her. “And again, harmless. What doesn’t hurt should be taken with a grain of salt. Is that a saying?”

Her take on it is fair, understandable. Certain habits, if deeply ingrained, are hard to part ways with. On the other hand, however, “exposure is key to control. That’s all I was thinking.” He’s also thinking he might know one or two things about that, fingers recoiling into cold palms. There’s a stretch in his smile and the glimmer in his eyes dulls, all in a fraction of a second that just as quickly vanishes, and it’s back to arching brows and an effortless hint of teeth. “So, I’m suddenly curious. Are you leaning more towards nervous or excited now?”

Whatever game he is attempting to play with her, Seoyun isn’t growing fond of the idea. Instead, she finds her grip around the phone in her hands tightening slightly, which is an unsconious sign of her unease that even Seoyun herself doesn’t recognize as one. ❝Taking someone else’s words and twisting them until their meaning differs from what has originally been said isn’t entirely fair either.❞ Her head falls to the side, long strands of chestnut colored hair following suit as they fall over her shoulder. Undoubtedly, there is something about the male that seems interesting but at the very same time, she finds it hard to know what to say without him twisting the meaning of her words over and over again. ❝No one is ever truly used to another pair of eyes on them, no matter what they say. It would be hypocritical of me to claim that I feel no excitement or nervousness whatsoever, when there is a stranger watching me. So what leads you to the belief I’d be used to it?❞ To a certain point, he might be right. Seoyun should be used to it, but she isn’t and that’s what makes her so sensitive to gazes lingering on her. People tell her repeatedly, it’s because she’s such a beautiful young woman. Seoyun, on the other hand, is much more suspicious than she ought to be and wonders whether others are capable of spotting some flaws on her that she herself isn’t seeing whenever she looks in the mirror.