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the face he made at hearing that jeongguk’s baby was missing would be legendary. at first it was confusion, then realization, shock, horror, and something akin to panic when it finally settled in his mind that his best friend’s guitar was missing. taehyung couldn’t imagine it-- he hadn’t come to seoul with his instruments ( plural, thanks to childhood tutors and middle school interests he played far too many ), but his mother and father had been kind enough to ship some to him later. possibly a cheaper option, in any case.

“jeongguk, we gotta rescue your baby.” his face is serious his voice solemn and there is not a joking gleam in his eye as he meets jeongguk’s. “we can’t make the band of our childhood dreams come to life without her. and how lost and lonely she must be! jeongguk, this is an emergency! to baggage claim, maybe she’s still in the rotation thing!”

he grabs jeongguk’s wrist, and honestly he’s still a little amazed that he can actually touch the friend he had only seen through a computer screen in years past, and follows along where he leads. he’s still not very familiar with the airport and he figures jeongguk must know where he’s going. “we’re gonna save her, alright? don’t worry gukkie. she will be okay.” taehyung was arguably more worried for the guitar than the actual owner was, or at least he was being way more dramatic.

soulbro.

jeongguk couldn’t contain his smile. he was actually here, in seoul, standing here before his best friend. he was struggling to take it all in, how could one? it wasn’t every day you came to seoul to be greeted by a face you knew only through a laptop or mobile phone, but taehyung was his bestfriend. he was everything that jeongguk had ever expected taehyung to be, and he was tempted to touch taehyung’s hair. it looked touchable. 

“fate?” jeongguk mumbles, as taehyung brushes his nose by jeongguk’s. “probably, i guess that’s it.” he said, gritting his teeth at the close proximity, something he welcomed warmly, yet wasn’t use to. that was a very korean thing, stepping into jeongguk’s bubble, almost popping it. taehyung had some how woke jeongguk up, and welcomed him warmly to south korea. he’d stepped back, and jeongguk tried to take in a deep breath, appreciating the space. 

“uh, i forgot my baby.” jeongguk murmured, pulling at the strap of his bag in an uncomfortable manner. “by baby, i mean my guitar. what– you didn’t expect me to come to seoul and not bring one, did you? i haven’t forgotten our childhood band,  you dummy.” jeongguk grinned, nudging taehyung in the side, walking past him a little, drawing the wheelie suitcase with the large, abnoxious made in australia sticker tagged on the front. he had no clue as to where he was to go, could he even get his guitar back?

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he would cry about how expensive beer at the bar was for the rest of his life, but taehyung knew he was really paying for the atmosphere more than the drink. how much cheaper it would be to grab a case of his own at the liquor outlet, to call jimin over to his little dorm room and whisper slurred hushes to keep it down because of the rules. but it wouldn’t be quite the same. he wouldn’t have the mood lighting, the buzz of a crowd around him, bad music playing in the background.

maybe taehyung wouldn’t have minded paying so much for this atmosphere if the band was a little better. he wanted to confiscate the instrument from the bassist, almost crying at the poor instrument and how it was being abused so. he would cry more for her than for his poor ears, subjected to such sounds. he wrinkled his nose behind the rim of his glass at his next sip, glancing at jimin and seeing that he was not alone in his judgement. he snickered at his friend’s description of the band, careful not to snort and choke on his drink. “i love the tinny four-stringed sound of a uke. don’t mock it.” he can’t keep a straight face at his own words, cracking into a silly grin.

“let me see..” he squints at what he can see of the band, as if at this distance he could tell if they had been drinking or not. “i have no clue. but! i know i am not drunk enough to be enjoying their sound!” and as if to remedy that, he takes another sip of his drink. he doesn’t want to get drunk right now, not here. not while that band was playing and a far from sober self may try to fight the guitarist and cry to the singer that rasping his voice like that would destroy his vocal chords. “even your band is better than this.”

ｙｏｕｒ ｂａｎｄ ｓｕｃｋｓ.

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Winding strings of copper lights clung to the wooden ceiling, fabricating an artificial sky inside the bar; a basement where smoke trails of favored tobacco rose to the windows and where tall, slim glasses of beer were poured at regular intervals, like clockwork. At thirty minutes shy of midnight the room resonated with live music, acoustic sound blending with the crowd’s dissonance, which buried the bassist’s inability to maintain tempo for more than a minute at a time.

Settled at a table with Taehyung, Jimin clung to his own glass of alcoholic wheat tea (the taste was less than pleasant for him, but he felt too awkward sitting around without buying anything, so beer it was), watching the rest of the band attempt at picking up the slack for a mostly apathetic crowd. The sight was too familiar and pitiful to him, infecting his emotions with a bout of second hand-embarrassment even if the group wasn’t actually humiliating themselves, but it was enough of a reminder of his own encounters with the stage to make his heart pound and turn his cheeks warm. In a counter measurement he took another drink from his glass, wincing when the bitter flavor hit the back of his tongue.

“Gross.” Jimin complained, groaning into the sleeve of his jacket. “But it pairs well with the confused island tune.” He added, his eyebrows quirking at the sudden appearance of a ukulele, the sight of such an instrument making him want to shrink and disappear entirely. What exactly was going on here? The band’s music wasn’t awful, earlier he thought their songs were constructed really well, and he had voiced as much. However, like him they were young, inexperienced, and unlike him, seemed to really dig the ukulele and Mumford & Sons, minus the banjo. “…Are they drunk?” Mumbling now, so only Taehyung could hear, he turned to his friend, as if he had some sort of ESP ability that could be relied on.

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he pretends to care about health, checking the nutrition facts of the packaging and squinting at korean that still comes slowly to him. speaking he’s fine, listening even better, but the letters had not been drilled into him in his childhood as the english alphabet had. it made writing essays at a korean college great fun, though some of his professors were understanding at his elementary spelling errors. at least his grammar did well. for a moment his singing pauses, but he picks it right up again as he decides that reading how many calories are in this bag of chips is not worth the struggle.

it’s not until he hears another voice that he realizes he’s making any noise. his eyes shift over to the girl, singing the words his lips were also forming with a smile. his eyes glimmer with something mischievous, something playful, and he sings a little louder, as if challenging her to match his volume. a sudden duet in the middle of the snack aisle was not how he had planned this errand to go, but he was not complaining. how fun would that be!

song for two;

A soft yawn escapes her lips as the female enters the corner store, both hands buried in the pockets of her grey hooded sweatshirt. She doesn’t bother hiding her yawn like a decent human being, though she does greet the store clerk behind the counter. It was late at night, it probably wasn’t so fun to work at this hour. A hand slips out of the pocket to draw back the hoodie, freeing her blonde locks.  She runs the same hand through her tresses as she makes her way through the aisles of the store. She’s not even sure what she wants to buy or why she had come to the corner store in the first place, all she knew was that she had to get out of her apartment for a while.

Her eyes are scanning the items on the shelves, looking for something that might catch her attention. So far, nothing seems too appetizing for the female to consider buying. What does pique her interest, however, is coming from between the aisles of snacks. It’s a voice, to be exact, belonging to a male when she inspects and searches the store for the source. He’s singing, softly and one has to really pay attention to hear him. A small smile creeps upon her features and she decides to join in on the fun.

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youth || troye sivan

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he thought that it was good luck that his second attempt to greet his best friend was successful and a wide grin splits his face apart as his waving grows more frantic upon hearing his own name-- both of them. his whole body seemsed to tremble with effort as he gave jeongguk the biggest welcome he could muster, shouting at the top of his lungs despite the very public venue, and kim taehyung could be quite loud. “welcome to seoul, bro!”

it was only then that he gave up on his wild flailing and shouting and jogged up to jeongguk to see him really up close and personally. taehyung would have liked to leap into his arms like a scene out of the worst dramas ever filmed, but he would respect jeongguk’s personal space and the fact that he was toting luggage for now. he’s surprised that he’s taller, if only slightly so, than the younger man. ever since hearing about his growth spurt and seeing him fill out in pictures posted online, taehyung had built him up to be some sort of small godly giant. but turned out the small part was the only correct one. oh, jeongguk was solid, he could see that at a glance, but taehyung would savor that half inch or so he had over his friend.

“can you believe it? from opposite sides of the world, here in a foreign country of which we both have heritage of, finally meeting for the first time. do you think this is fate, jeongguk?” taehyung can’t help but get a little up close and personal, holding jeongguk’s face between the palms of his hands and leaning in until their noses nearly brush. but just as quickly he’s letting go and returning a reasonable amount of personal space. “do you have everything? do you need any help? i’m here for you bro; i’ve been in seoul for a whole year. i’m basically an expert by now.”

soulbro.

jeongguk tugged at the earbuds tucked in his ears, and for a moment there he was sure he’d lost his bad boy aura. if anything, he was a deer in the headlights, mouth agape – his eyebrows knitted together as his eyes scanned the sea of swarming heads. a pop of purple in the midst of the chaos shouldn’t be too hard to find. but jeongguk was running on about three or so hours sleep, and he was grumpy, and in need of food. his back, also hella sore. some little shit had been kicking at the back of his chair for hours on end, and jeongguk was too polite to tell the kid to knock it off. besides, wasn’t that the parents job? also– he’d forgotten something, all of a sudden. shit. his guitar. jeongguk came to a hault, after waddling out into the sea of people. 

he knew that he should find taehyung, and then go forth and get his guitar – that’d be the responsible thing to do. running off now and leaving the poor plum haired cali boy hanging would be very rude, and jeongguk wasn’t about that life. he swore he heard someone shouting out a collection of names that sounded very familiar to him, and then he heard it. ashton. jeongguk’s english name, ashton – or as jeongguk preferred, ash. taehyung, and his mother – were the only two to ever keep the ‘ton’ on the end. but, in times like these – it came handy to have a name that stuck out like a sore thumb. his eyes scanned the crowd, and then he saw him.

jeongguk wandered, moving a little quicker towards the purple haired kid who was waving his arms about in a frantic, mating call manner. jeongguk grinned, waving his arms back. “taylor!” jeongguk shouted back at him. “taehyung!” – he was ecstatic, and he wished people would move quicker so he could get a better look at his friend. and so they did. taehyung stood around the same height as jeongguk, maybe a little taller. his skin, was golden. like the sun, the sand – he was a cali boy for sure. slimmer than he was, definitely, a lot lankier – taehyung was really living up to all those social media posts. but now, he was so much more than a personality behind a screen. no. he was real, jeongguk’s actual bestfriend. jeongguk could punch this kid and he’d probably bleed, that’s how real it was. 

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song for two;

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it’s just a snack run to the nearest corner store, nothing special or unusual about it. the fall session of university has been over since mid december, the spring session doesn’t start up again until february, and after visiting home for a bit he’s back in korea with nothing to do. it feels good to become the human slug, to laze around and send dumb texts to jeongguk and just generally not have to worry about anything.

maybe it’s because he’s not sure what he’s shopping for that he spends so long browsing the aisle of snack food. what he wouldn’t give for just a box of cheez-its or something. he should have smuggled a suitcase full of his favorite cheesy crackers back from the states, but he had 20/20 vision in hindsight and it was no longer possible to correct that mistake. at least until next year, he supposed.

he doesn’t notice that he’s already humming along to the music playing through the speakers overhead, some pop tune that he had heard on the radio countless times. the choice between three different flavors of instant noodles is his primary focus after all, and when his lips part to give his accompaniment words he’s still inspecting packages and making very important snack decisions.

he doesn’t notice that he’s singing, though still softly.

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kyanite & mica + bonus (very important) : what does he get on his pizza?

kyanite; an anger headcanon

when he’s angry, and well and truly angry, he rages. he wants to break and destroy, throw things and feel things crumble and smash under his hands. he wants to hurt, he wants to lash out. thankfully it’s very difficult to get taehyung to this level of fury and rarely does he ever get much more than irritated.

mica; what my muse views as their worst personality trait

taehyung resents the importance he places on the opinions of others. he is too easily swayed by what people think he should be, what he thinks will get him the most attention and is expected of him. since coming to a new country and quite literally having the opportunity to reinvent himself, he’s found himself much more in tune with his own tastes and personality but the fear that he will let himself be a mold of what people around him expect is still there.

bonus; what does he get on his pizza

first of all, he thinks korean pizza is a lie. he hates that there’s corn in it and that it’s not exactly like the pizza he’s familiar with at home. of american pizzas, he enjoys the meat lovers pizza the best. sausage, beef, pepperoni, all types of meat on his pizza. alternatively, he likes white garlic pizza, without red sauce.

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apatite, obsidian

apatite: a headcanon about my muse’s intuition

he’s not incredibly intuitive, not at all an expert on reading people. however the closer he is to someone and the more time he’s spent with them, he’ll learn to pick up the ticks and telltale signs that something is off. it only works on people he’s very familiar with.

obsidian: which of the seven deadly sins my muse would be

likely gluttony. not exactly in the food sense where he’d stuff his face and gorge himself, but a greed for everything comfortable for him. he’s a glutton for attention, for affection, for material things, and also for food.

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amethyst and pearl

amethyst; what my muse would most like to be able to shape-shift into

his immediate response is a dragon. he’d like to be able to fly. also dragons are really cool.

pearl; a mental health headcanon

he’s got no diagnosed mental health conditions, in fact he considers himself quite healthy that way. he does have undiagnosed mild anxiety but he’s developed good coping mechanisms on his own so he hardly realizes it himself. only when the semester pummels him to a pulp and he’s too tired to properly handle himself. does he really feel it.

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nebula stone

nebula stone; how good my muse’s memory is

he’d like to think that he’s a whiz, that he can remember every single detail of everything. in reality, he’s only about average. plus his drinking habits make it difficult to remember every single night he’s been out, which sort of leads to say that his memory isn’t completely reliable. he does remember important dates, details about those he’s close with, and that sort of thing.

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dear god

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angel aura quartz

angel aura quartz: my muse’s opinion of LGBT+ issues

he’s part of the lgbt community himself and he has only hidden it from his parents. his whole high school knew he was into anything with two legs and a pulse, basically. since coming to south korea he hasn’t exactly hidden his orientation but he doesn’t introduce himself as kim taehyung, or taylor kim, the flaming pansexual. because of his inclusion in the community and acceptance of himself, taehyung is in support of lgbt rights and stuff, but he’s not an active protester or social justice warrior or anything.

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amazonite: what kind of situations call for my muse to be dishonest

amazonite; what kind of situations call for my muse to be dishonest

any time he’s drunk and his parents are questioning him. where were you? who were you with? what did you do? taehyung won’t answer honestly to any of these questions, espcially not in front of his father. he’s also not one to tell the truth if he knows it will hurt someone he cares about. ratting a friend out, being honest in a hurtful opinion, or anything that would cause harm would prompt him to lie. he’d also lie to save his own ass.

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dolomite ; emerald

dolomite; a sleep headcanon

he’s a uni student; he doesn’t sleep enough at night and takes naps at odd hours during the day. this isn’t unusual, but sometimes he’ll fall asleep over his laptop or a text book or something. when unintentionally dozing off, sometimes his eyes don’t close all the way. it’s vaguely terrifying and honestly creepy to see.

emerald; how my muse tells someone they love them without words

playing with their hair, kissing their knuckles when holding their hand, memorizing their favorite songs and learning to love them as well. he holds them close and just wants to listen to their heartbeat. they can stay the night and he’d make them coffee the next morning rather than expect them to leave. burying his nose in their neck just because he loves their scent, remembering their favorite drink and bringing that to them on a rough day. all of this and more.

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biotite

biotite; the biggest problems my muse is currently dealing with

answered!

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jade, sapphire, lapis lazuli, zoisite & biotite.

jade; if my muse would ever cheat on a partner

taehyung would never cheat in a committed relationship. not purposefully, at least, and if he happened to drunkenly fall into bed with someone other than his lover the guilt would eat him alive. it might upset him enough to go completely sober, or at least try in an attempt to make it up to his partner. he would come clean about it if it happened, but with many a tear and begging for forgiveness and a second chance.

sapphire; if everyone my muse knew was hanging off a cliff and they could only choose three to save, the rest certainly dying, who they would choose

the pressure would be too much. there’s no way he could ever choose a family member over another, a friend over each other, or even family over friends and vice versa. taehyung may simply throw himself over the cliff to avoid making the decision. he can’t save three, but at least they’d all be going out together.

lapis lazuli; where ‘home’ is to my muse

a year ago, it would be easy to answer that home was a comfortable house in los angeles with his mother and father, but after traveling to the other side of the world and living there taehyung is second guessing this. he doesn’t have one place he considers home anymore; certainly not his dorm, and his father’s house is just as comfortable but it’s not where he lives anymore. taehyung considers himself a little bit homeless at this point in his life.

zoisite; does my muse believe everything’s going to work out for them in the end or not?

he’s very much an optimist! taehyung looks to his past and sees his own improvement. likewise he looks to the future and imagines a similar trend. he believes in the good in the world, so he figures that he’ll have a happy ending even if it’s not quite fairy tale quality. he really would like to go out fighting a dragon though; that would put him down in the history books for sure.

biotite; the biggest problems my muse is currently dealing with

he’s struggling with his identity. taehyung isn’t just a california boy, he’s never considered himself as such. he’s not quite korean despite his heritage and he’s not quite american despite the place of his birth and childhood. he’s not the promiscuous party boy he was in high school, at least not really. he still has some of those habits, but he’s loathe to let them define him again. in short, taehyung isn’t quite sure who he is.

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* crystal headcanons

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abalone: what kind of situations compromise my muse emotionally aegerine: my muse’s opinion of the supernatural agate: how my muse calms down blue lace agate: my muse’s favorite form of communication (verbal, letters, texting, etc.) fire agate: if my muse is brave or cowardly moss agate: if my muse has a high or low opinion of themself amazonite: what kind of situations call for my muse to be dishonest amethyst: what my muse would most like to be able to shape-shift into ammolite: how lucky or unlucky my use is angel aura quartz: my muse’s opinion of LGBT+ issues

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