#〈 &. SONG HAYI.

[seekmemystar]

एक भी साँस अलग नहीं लेनी

एक भी साँस अलग नहीं लेनी

खैंच लेना प्राण से तन के

हाय

नहीं रहना दूजा बन के

[fmdmichelle]

*   ╱   𝖔𝖓𝖊-𝖍𝖚𝖓𝖉𝖗𝖊𝖉 𝖕𝖊𝖗𝖈𝖊𝖓𝖙.

upon first listen, michelle felt pretty good about lily’s comeback plans for the top of the year—the song matching the synth-pop, retro vibe of their last release. in truth, the way her group’s sound has matured over the years has really impressed her. in the past, she had a strong hunch that, as they aged, lily would continue to lean heavily into concepts that explored innocence, soft strength, and femininity; all of which are highly sought after for “ideal types” in south korea. she knew that it wouldn’t be great for them as they’ve definitely grown out of that phase of their lives, however, bc entertainment began to surprise her when they included releases like "mr.mr.” and “i feel you”—not to mention the more hip-hop inspired “you think” they they unveiled during crowned. their new vibe feels far more in her wheelhouse than ever before, so she’s not going to complain about the graceful transition that lily’s making.

if anything she’s overjoyed by how the creative department and production teams are handling them, and being that she’s feeling inspired, she’s been eager to lay down her vocals—spending far more time than necessary rerecording each of her parts until they seamlessly capture the proper emotions and carry along the message of the song; all while being technically proficient and stylized to fit the production quality. michelle’s always been a vocal tactician in that way, and as she stands behind the mic, she thinks back on the take she just recorded and realized that adding more breath behind her words would accentuate the phrase beautifully, so she looks through the glass over at hayi—giving her a thumbs up to start from the top of the track. she starts the song off, so there’s added pressure put on her to set the mood.

leaning in, she begins to sing; more breathiness adorning each word. “새까맣게 밤이 되면 가슴이 쿵쿵쿵...” when the phrase is done, she holds her hand up as a signal to stop the track, then laughs; speaking into the mic to her group-mate. “okay, be honest. was that too much breath?” she asked, licking over her lips. “i’m not trying to sound like a porn star or anything. was it okay?” momentarily, she looks at her phone and realizes that it’s closing in on 2am. “also, i know i’ve been in the booth for hours... you one hundred percent do not have to be here. though, if you do wanna stay, we should order some tacos; my treat, of course, since you’ve been stuck with me all night.”

a schedule thread written for 𝖘𝖔𝖓𝖌 𝖍𝖆𝖞𝖎 ! set at a recording studio, mid-nov, 1:46am.

[apcomplexhq]

✦ Nome do personagem: Song Hayi. ✦ Faceclaim e função: Yeojin - Loossemble. ✦ Data de nascimento: 31/12/2002. ✦ Idade: 21 anos. ✦ Gênero e pronomes: Feminino, ela/dela. ✦ Nacionalidade e etnia: Coreia do Sul, sul-coreana. ✦ Qualidades: Prestativa, gentil e simpática. ✦ Defeitos: Barulhenta, exigente e teimosa. ✦ Moradia: Mount Olympus. ✦ Ocupação: Herdeira e Estudante de Moda. ✦ Twitter: @SH02MO ✦ Preferência de plot: CRACK, FLUFFY, HOSTILITY. ✦ Char como condômino: Sempre em casa, barulhenta e bagunceira.

Biografia:

Desde pequena Hayi teve uma vida relativamente fácil, seus pais lhe davam tudo o que desejava no lugar de atenção, como desculpa por serem muito ocupados. Nunca tiveram tempo para a filha, em todos os seus aniversários a Jeon dava a festa do ano, mas em nenhum deles sua família esteve presente. O pai era um renomado estilista e sua mãe uma das modelos mais conhecidas e renomadas da Coreia do Sul.

Contudo, o casal sempre havia sido um exemplo gigantesco para a garota, que almejava seguir a mesma carreira da família e herdar a marca multinacional que seu pai designava seu trabalho. E foi esse pensamento que fez Hayi estudar em uma das faculdades mais caras do País e se formar naquilo que tanto sonhava. Produzir as próprias peças de roupa e vestir os amigos nas festas da escola eram coisas que a garota fazia com facilidade, já tinha fama em sua escola por se vestir sempre tão bem e ter um estilo único, apesar de ter pais famosos, Song Hayi possuía sua própria fama sob o nome de Nancy.

Pensando em se desvencilhar de seus pais, a garota decidiu se mudar aos 18 anos para tentar seu futuro na França, em uma das faculdades mais renomadas em seu curso. Sua beleza única e seus traços asiáticos sempre chamaram atenção dos parisienses e esse era o seu diferencial, mas com o visto de intercambista chegando ao fim, a coreana decidiu que era hora de voltar para seu país de origem, pensando em sua tese do TCC que envolveria, claramente a sua nacionalidade.

A Song já estava no último período, faltando somente o trabalho de conclusão de curso para a formatura. Hayi era uma garota esforçada e focada em seu sonho, pois sabia que as pessoas tentariam reduzi-la ao nepotismo, afinal. Apesar de gostar de festejar e sair com os amigos, Hayi era compromissada com seu curso e raramente faltava ou chegava atrasada. Era solícita e conhecida por trilhar seu próprio caminho, apesar de seus benefícios, a coreana também gostava de ajudar as outras pessoas, principalmente os mais desafortunados, também tendo sua participação em ações que apoiam causas importantes e ONGs.

Ao voltar para a casa dos pais, Hayi se deparou com um mundo de novas oportunidades após as reformas no condomínio, encantando-se com a qualidade de vida e quantidade de lugares para conhecer, já pensando nas festas que daria e nos amigos parisienses que subordinaria seu pai para trazê-los aqui vez ou outra, no jatinho da família.

[moonstruckme]

hayy!! so tonight i went to a small little show that my friend was doing with his band, and me and the bassist made crazy eye contact while he sang the lyrics “good, i’m proud of you” to me. (i’m dead) ANYWAYY it made me think, this is kinda out there but maybe a james potter band au?? like he’s a drummer or bassist and you keep making crazy eye contact and the tension is THICK.. (maybe even some groupie activity later??) IDKK i’d love to see youre interpretation 😋 or even just to chat about it!!! i love you’re work sm

That sounds so fun babe! Thanks for sharing omg <3

cw: bar

rockstar!James x fem!reader ♡ 1.1k words

As much as you like Marlene, you’d sort of thought her band was going to be shitty. And in your defense, most of the ones who play this venue, where the crowd is typically too drunk to care what sound fills the space and it only costs a few quid to get in, are pretty amateurish. They’ll play their one or two original songs, then fill the rest of their time with covers, trying all the while to figure out how to work the stage and engage the crowd. 

These guys definitely don’t seem like amateurs. 

Marlene had said they were just starting out, but you don’t believe it. She, as you expected, is incredible. She embodies this fierce, uncaring kind of cool, fingers sliding up and down the neck of her electric guitar with skill you didn’t know she had. The guys in the band aren’t half bad either. The singer has a voice that seems always on the edge of a scream, and he and Marlene play off each other’s energy, him occasionally leaning the mic her way to belt something together. The bassist seems a bit aloof, long fingers moving with an almost lazy dexterity, which seems to be driving the people clustered at the edge of the stage even madder than they might be if he paid them any attention. And the drummer…

Perhaps you’re partial to the drummer because he doesn’t seem like he’s trying to be cool at all. There’s something completely uninhibited about him that lights something in your chest and sends a buzz of excitement through the room, like you’re all feeding off his energy. He looks like he’s having the time of his life. Sweat shines brilliantly on his dusky skin and drips off the ends of curly brown hair that’s just long enough to flop into his eyes. Someone threw him a headband earlier in the show seemingly to help prevent this, so now he’s got it pushed back, curls protruding his head and bouncing as he bobs enthusiastically to the beat. A smile splits his face as he launches into a brief solo, and coincidentally your stomach erupts in butterflies at precisely the same time. 

You’re thinking of trying to jostle your way up to the barricade when the drummer’s eyes take another skim of the crowd, and this time they catch on you. Your heart stutters. A tall figure moves in front of you, obscuring your view of the stage, and when they pass the drummer’s still looking at you. And holy shit. This is eye contact. You’re not totally sure how well he can see you what with the lighting in here, but it feels like his eyes are looking right into yours and saying Hello, nice to meet you. 

A few seconds more and he has to tear his attention away as they go back into the chorus, but your eyes keep finding each other’s. It feels more intimate than it probably should, with several meters of distance between you and the crowded, raucous atmosphere, but you can’t help the giddy lightness that accumulates in your chest over the course of the set. 

During what the singer says will be their last song, his gaze flicks to you with something different in it. It’s not something you can place, but in the next second it’s gone, and all his attention is on his drum solo. You cheer with the rest of the audience as drumsticks fly, almost too quick to see, over the drums and cymbals, and you’re so caught up it takes you a second too long to realize one of them actually is flying. 

Your hands flinch up in front of you just in time, protecting your face and fumbling the drumstick nearly to the ground before you catch it. You look back towards the drummer, and his eyes have flared with alarm. 

“Sorry,” he shouts over the screeching of guitars, earning a glare from the singer a second before all sound cuts out. 

Marlene takes the mic, announcing that they’re done performing for the night but will be available to receive free drinks until closing. The band starts to pack up and leave the stage. 

The crowd splits in two, one half migrating towards the bar and the other towards the exits. You’re not quite sure where to go. You want to meet up with Marlene, maybe give her the drumstick to pass along to her bandmate and thank her for inviting you before you head home, but you’re not bold enough to venture backstage. You cast a glance toward the bar, twirling the wooden stick absentmindedly between your fingers. Maybe you can find a seat to wait for her? 

“You’re not bad at that.” 

You turn, and the drummer from the band is standing behind you. 

“Oh.” You glance down at the drumstick in your hand, feeling a bit silly as you hold it out. “Thanks. Here you go.” 

“Thank you.” His eyes are even better close up. He’s put on glasses, magnifying the warm brown of his irises and the thick, dark lashes that nearly brush his lenses when he blinks. “You looked like you’d be a better catcher.” 

You laugh. “Not sure what would make you think that.” 

“Well, you did manage it in the end.” He smiles. It’s charming with a touch of roguishness, and you get the impression he’s someone accustomed to being forgiven. “Sorry for almost hitting you in the face.” 

You shrug, suddenly unsure what you usually do with your hands. “It happens,” you say. “I don’t take it personally when musicians lose their instruments in my direction.” 

“Oh, well I wasn’t trying to lob it at your head, but tossing it your way wasn’t an accident.” 

Something funny happens in your gut. “It wasn’t?” 

His grin spreads and he shakes his head. “I figured it was my best shot at getting a chance to meet you.” 

Your face heats. You hope you’re not smiling as big as it feels like you are. “You could’ve just asked Marlene,” you say. “No need to throw things.” 

He laughs, a warm and hearty sound. “I’ll have to refine my methods,” he replies. “I’m James.” 

You tell him your name in turn, and he gets this look on his face like it’s the best thing he’s heard all night. 

“Do you wanna join us at the bar for free drinks?” he asks, taking out the headband and ruffling his hair so his curls bounce onto his forehead. It’s more than a little distracting. “I’m sure Marls would love for you to stay.” 

“I…” You glance towards the bar. “I’m pretty sure the free drinks are just for people in the band, no?” 

“Oh, don’t worry about that.” He waves you off, taking your hand and leading you towards the bar. “You won’t be paying regardless. Just tell me what you like.”

[st-rayy]

hi ^^ could you make a song fic w kavetham (rom) w the song good luck babe ? tyy >_<

Hope this is to your liking, Anon xo Yk, I love this song but it was so hard to actually write something to this, therefore this is very messy oopsies ^^;

Not beta read we die like sumeru katheryne Happy Halloween btw

rough word count: 1338

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(please dont) stop the feeling | KaveTham SongFic - Good Luck, Babe! by Chappell Roan

credit: .hunni. on hoyolab

“I’m home” Kaveh said, putting his keys into the little dish on a shelf. Usually, the scribe would’ve greeted the blonde, even if only with a hum, but it never came.

As Kaveh stepped into the house, he looked around, only to find Al-Haitham occupied with a book, as always. “Hey, Hayi.” The blonde tried again, only to be met with a glance and a grunt which indicated that Al-Haitham acknowledged his presence.

Weird, Kaveh had throught, Al-Haitham had never been /this/ quiet, and it worried him. Sure, they still argued occasionally, and Kaveh didn’t pay his rent on time a few days ago, but that had never been a problem in their 1 year relationship, at least Al-Haitham never voiced it was a problem.

“Are you mad?”

“No.”

“But something’s wrong. Want to tell me?”

The blonde was met with silence, his cue to not push the topic. If Al-Haitham didn’t want to talk about it, Kaveh wouldn’t force him to, ever, and the scribe knew that.

Maybe that was a mistake.

Al-Haitham had started to become more and more distant, treating Kaveh less and less like his boyfriend. He didn’t even call him petnames anymore. The blonde had waved it off as a “mood swing” before, but as it stretched over multiple days, it concerned him.

“Could you hand me the book, Kaveh?”

“Why?”

The room fell silent, a confused expression forming on the grey haired man’s usual nonchalant expression. “Because I asked you?” Al-Haitham replied, but Kaveh only shook his head. “Why did you stop calling me baby, Hayi?” Kaveh decided being direct was the best approach, but Al-Haitham’s nonchalant expression started to piss him off.

“You’re being cliché” Al-Haitham replied with a shrug, reaching over to grab the book himself.

The phrase had startled Kaveh. Yeah, maybe he was a bit cliché, but did that really matter? Would Al-Haitham actually call it “love” what they had going on? Or had he just enjoyed being the person that Kaveh would call “baby”?

The same evening, the blonde had decided to call it off and Al-haitham hadn’t even tried to stop him. The scribe had excused his actions by saying it would just be the way he is, that they had just been a casual thing going on.

Kaveh felt tried when he heard those words. He felt hurt, it’s not fair.

“No matter how hard you try to deny this, Haitham, it will always be there.”

“It’s just the way I am, doesn’t mean I actually like guys, Kaveh.”

“Well, good luck, babe.” The blonde told Al-Haitham, having heard enough nonesense coming from the usually smart scribe. He packed his things and left the same night, staying with Cyno until he could afford to life by himself.

It’s fine, Kaveh told himself, it’s cool.

There was no reason to look over, no reason for him to stare at the grey haired man that was kissing the red haired girl. There was no pain in his chest when he saw that, that was just his mind playing tricks on him.

Who was he kidding?

The loud chatter and loud music in the tavern partially toned out his thoughts that spiraled about Al-haitham, the man who was sitting not too far away from him. Nilou sat right next to Al-Haitham, clearly drunk and clinging to his arm like her life depended on it. And the worst of it all? Kaveh had used to be in that position Nilou took from him only a couple of years ago.

The wound, the fact that Al-Haitham had started to treat Kaveh more like a roommate, more like a “buddy” than his boyfriend, still fresh like it happened just yesterday.

“That’s just the way I am.”

Bullshit.

The scribe had suddenly started to say that they were wrong, a mistake they had made. Kaveh had never understood why Al-Haitham had suddenly started to deny his feelings, why he had suddenly started to deny the way he had been, why he thought that it was wrong.

Because whatever Al-Haitham reasoned with, was always made up, always a lie that Kaveh could see through every single time. They didn’t break up because Kaveh didn’t make Al-Haitham happy, they didn’t break up because of their fighting, they didn’t break up because Kaveh paid his rent a little later than he should have.

No, they both know that none of those things were the reason. But if Al-Haitham was happy now, Kaveh should be too, right?

Just that he wasn’t. Neither of them was.

Nilou wasn’t the first girl Al-Haitham dated right after breaking up with Kaveh. There were at least 4 others before Nilou, all of which had never been able to put the same smile on Al-Haitham’s lips as Kaveh had.

Al-Haitham could shoot another shot, could force himself into a hundred more relationships with women, but it would never stop the feeling deep inside of him, they both knew. Yet, here he was, kissing and holding Nilou in a filled tavern.

Kaveh had attended their wedding, not because he wanted to but because Cyno had asked him to. He wouldn’t have come, wouldn’t have been so insane to watch his ex-boyfriend get married to a woman that the scribe didn’t even love.

There were many people, Kaveh, unlike Cyno and Tighnari, was not one of the groomsmen, the traveler had taken his place instead.

“I do” those words felt wrong coming from Al-Haitham’s lips.

What felt even more wrong was to be jealous of someone that Kaveh knew he could never be, Al-Haitham’s wife.

“Congratulations!” Cyno and Tighnari had cheered for them, the latter more than the other. Kaveh forced a smile, trying to be brave for the sake of Nilou and Al-Haitham, he would be an ass to ruin their wedding now.

“Congratulations.” The blonde forced the word out of himself, shaking both of their hands. He couldn’t help but notice the way Al-Haitham flinched when their fingers had touched, how awkward.

Nilou and Al-Haitham probably enjoyed their day, Kaveh couldn’t bring himself to stay for long, as cold as that sounded. Cyno and Tighnari knew about the dilemma, of course Kaveh had told them right away when it had happened all those years ago, but it seemingly never affected the friendship with either of them.

Well, good luck, babe.

Al-Haitham awoke in the middle of the night, next to Nilou, like countless of other nights. Another uneasy sleep, another uneasy dream of the past.

He put his head in his hands, the ring on his finger cool against his skin. The scribe glanced at the red haired girl next to him, her peaceful snored filling the room. He watched her sleep, the rise and fall of her chest not helping with the pain in his own chest as he had hoped.

Al-haitham’s eyes shifted back to his hands, which had fallen onto the blanket in front of him. The light of the moon reflected itself in the metal of his ring, his reminder of what he and Nilou had acomplished just a few weeks ago.

He was nothing more than Nilou’s husband now, wasn’t he? When had Al-Haitham even started to think about marrying Nilou? Never, honestly, she had asked him to marry her and he stupidly said yes.

The scribe took the ring off his finger, rotating it his hand to let the light reflect against the different engraved letters on it. Thinking about the wedding a face suddenly popped up in his mind. Red eyes that stared at him with an intense look, a simple word being spoken before said person left the wedding soon after.

Kaveh. Sweet Kaveh that would even go to his wedding after Al-Haitham had left him hanging all those years ago. The memory was a painful reminder of his situation. He glanced at Nilou again but in the red of her hair he only saw the red of those beautiful eyes he missed ever since they called it off.

In his mind, he was standing face to face with Kaveh, the blonde mouthing words that he didn't want to hear.

“I told you so.”

[flomtasmaaa]

Jolyne Cujoh Fanart

Hayy:33!!Just a quick post of my Jolyne drawing,i made it for a school project...my teacher really liked this one heh, and I'm so proud! Btw, i made it with watercolour and normal color pencils...well, thats all bye bye!! Enjoy~♡

Song of the day:

[azurea]

“I don’t love you, and I don’t hate you,”

said a detainee to his interrogator.

“What fills my heart is none of your business.

My heart flows with aromas of sage.

My heart is above suspicion, glowing, full.

It has no time for minute examination.

But I certainly don’t love you. Why should I love you?

Are you a part of me?

A teatime rendezvous?

A plaintive tune played on a flute?

A song that makes me love you?

Sure, I hate to be detained, but I don’t hate you.

My passion is not your concern.

It’s my private night, my night gliding

from pillow to pillow, free

of all rhyme and meter.”

— Mahmoud Darwish, from State of Siege (Jusoor and Syracuse University Press, 2010). Translation by Munir Akash and Daniel Abdal-hayy Moore

[userchai]

oh ardennnnnnnnnnnnn

oh my ardennnnnnnnnnnnnnn

u make me happy when skies are greyyy

when you look at me i go cray crayy

i dont like hayy

u kind of slayyyyyyyyyyy

def gonna play this at my nxt concert which you will get free tickets for obviously... just so yk the song ends with u screaming my name maybe u could come over and we could practice the end together a few times?

~E.M.

(this song is so metal fr)

This is beautiful Eddie you’re so cute I can’t 😂🤭🤭

and ends with me screaming your name huh? (; I’d love to practice that with you anytime you want.

[0zzysaurus]

Hayy :] im just curious, what are your favorite songs from Pretty Hate Machine, The Fragile, and The Downward Spiral (my fav albums by nin), if you can narrow it down to just one for each?

If u can’t then..what are a few favs? 🐱

Okay firstly, I still haven’t finished The Fragile and if I’m honest I’m not a massive fan in the change of sound that happened with that album. If I HAD to pick a song from it that I liked the most, The Frail is very reminiscent of their sound from TDS which is why I like it. I can’t really give a fair shout to any song from that album until I’ve finished it.

My favourites from Pretty Hate Machine are Head Like a Hole (I think it’s their best intro track on the albums I’ve heard so far), Kinda I Want To, and Sin. In parts I think the MIDI sound effects are really dated and hold back the album as a whole, but then again it has such a fucking interesting sound for being from the 80s???? Anyways, these are three tracks I loop pretty regularly because they’re just so good.

And then my favourites from TDS are The Becoming, March of the Pigs, and Ruiner. At one poin, Ruiner was my favourite NIN song, but I’m not sure — I’ve looped it too many times now and I’m kind of over it, but it’s still REALLY good.

[insertawkwardpeacesignshere]

Books Read in 2023

The Prophet by Kahlil Gibran // Jan 2nd

The Very Secret Society of Irregular Witches by Sangu Mandanna // Jan 2nd-Jan 4th

The Gift by Daniel Ladinsky // Jan 5th-Jan 8th

Marbles: Mania, Depression, Michelangelo, and Me: A Graphic Memoir by Ellen Forney // Jan 10th-Jan 11th

Drizzle, Dreams, and Lovestruck Things by Maya Prasad // Jan 1st-Jan 12th

Heartstopper Volume 1 by Alice Oseman // Jan 14th (reread)

Heartstopper Volume 2 by Alice Oseman // Jan 15th (reread)

Hooked: How Crafting Saved My Life by Sutton Foster // Jan 15th

Lore by Alexandra Bracken // Jan 7th-Jan 16th

Belonging: A German Reckons with History and Home by Nora Krug // Jan 16th

Melt With You by Jennifer Dugan // Jan 17th-Jan 18th

Tomorrow, and Tomorrow, and Tomorrow by Gabrielle Zevin // Jan 19th-Jan 22nd

The Bad Guys (Episode 1) by Aaron Blabey // Jan 24th (reread)

The Bad Guys (Episode 2): Mission Unpluckable by Aaron Blabey // Jan 24th (reread)

The Cartographers by Peng Shepherd // Jan 23rd-Jan 25th

Stories from the Tenants Downstairs by Sidik Fofana // Jan 26th-Jan 27th

The Miseducation of Cameron Post by Emily M. Danforth // Jan 25th-Jan 27th

Thinking AIDS: The Social Response to the Biological Threat by Mary Catherine Bateson and Richard A. Goldsby // Jan 27th

Answers in the Pages by David Levithan // Jan 27th

Redwood and Ponytail by K.A. Holt // Jan 28th-Jan 29th

The Stonekeeper (Amulet #1) by Kazu Kibuishi // Feb 6th

The Song the Owl God Sang by Chiri Yukie and Benjamin Peterson (Translator) // Feb 7th

Middlesex by Jeffery Eugenides // Jan 30th- Feb 12th

The Stonekeeper’s Curse (Amulet #2) by Kazu Kibuishi // Feb 6th-Feb 12th

The Ghost Map: The Story of London’s Most Terrifying Epidemic by Steven Johnson // Feb 10th-Feb 13th

No One Left to Come Looking for You by Sam Lipsyte // Feb 14th-Feb 21st

Ibn Tufayl’s Hayy Ibn Yaqzan: A Philosophical Tale by Ibn Tufayl and Lenn Evan Goodman (Translator) // Feb 21st-23rd

I Am Quiet: A Story for the Introvert in All of Us by Andie Powers // Feb 24th

[fmdduri]

exclusive survey. 

duri’s filled out survey on idols. 

idol you would like to work with: suji or mirae. idol you would like to treat to a meal: ben. idol you would like to befriend: hyojung. idol or group you are most looking forward to in 2023: selene. most charming idol: michelle and taeyong. favorite dancer: mirae and hyoseol. favorite singer: suji and minjung. favorite rapper: haon. favorite idol song to sing at noraebang: fine by suji. most beautiful idol: jake. funniest idol: hayi.

[fmdmin]

❝ deja vu

❝ oh please stop looking at me like that you put me on the spot wait wait oh in my dream, after this scene the moment i went insane, i’m already game set @fmdhayi

minhee was more or less getting to a degree of tipsiness that was gonna call him to head home soon. it was probably for the best, he was getting tired from all these social interactions, but it was probably the alcohol showing his honest opinion about the situation. he's been pushed and pulled into conversation, he feels like he hasn't stopped talking for hours at this point and when he looks at his watch, it shows it wasn't a feeling. it wasn't that late into the night yet, at least not for him but he could notice the party starting to thin out. idols and staff leaving, some together, others alone. it was pretty interesting to see, but his attention is quickly taken away by someone else.

he beams at hayi, smile wide it almost hurts his cheeks, how can he not beam at her? they have only been together, officially at least for a bit over a month, but he is very much aware that their friends will all say something else and he doesn't think he can argue with it. "well well, if it isn't the miss song hayi, what brings you to me?" minhee asks, lifting his glass of whiskey and taking a low sip from it. he isn't sure how exactly he should be acting right about now, but he is keeping his hands to himself. if anything he is more than sure hayi knows this, and the fact that he has has plenty of drinks tonight. shots as well, champagne, some cocktails, he's not really sure anymore, but what he's sure of is the fact that the two of them should also leave sometime soon.

"you look really good tonight." the male comments, his gaze wondering hayi a bit too shamelessly for a public setting, but he pulls himself together. both physically and mentally, as he straightens himself up, shoulders rolling to ease some tension.

[fmdhyojung]

exclusive survey (base awards)

idol you would like to work with: polaris’ jake idol you would like to treat to a meal: arcadia idol you would like to befriend: lily’s hayi idol or group you are most looking forward to in 2023: quantumphase, candy most charming idol: platinum’s dean favorite dancer: polaris’ min favorite singer: knight’s duri favorite rapper: lily’s hayi favorite idol song to sing at noraebang: selene’s only you most beautiful idol: selene’s mirae funniest idol: -

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✦ Nome do personagem: Song Hayi. ✦ Faceclaim e função: Doah - Fanatics e Solista. ✦ Data de nascimento: 31/12/2003. ✦ Idade: 20 anos. ✦ Gênero e pronomes: Feminino, ela/dela. ✦ Nacionalidade e etnia: Coreia do Sul, sul-coreana. ✦ Qualidades: Prestativa, gentil e simpática. ✦ Defeitos: Barulhenta, exigente e teimosa. ✦ Moradia: Mount Olympus. ✦ Ocupação: Herdeira e Estudante de Moda. ✦ Twitter: @SH03MO ✦ Preferência de plot: CRACK, FLUFFY, HOSTILITY. ✦ Char como condômino: Sempre em casa, barulhenta e bagunceira.

Biografia:

Desde pequena Hayi teve uma vida relativamente fácil, seus pais lhe davam tudo o que desejava no lugar de atenção, como desculpa por serem muito ocupados. Nunca tiveram tempo para a filha, em todos os seus aniversários a Jeon dava a festa do ano, mas em nenhum deles sua família esteve presente. O pai era um renomado estilista e sua mãe uma das modelos mais conhecidas e renomadas da Coreia do Sul.

Contudo, o casal sempre havia sido um exemplo gigantesco para a garota, que almejava seguir a mesma carreira da família e herdar a marca multinacional que seu pai designava seu trabalho. E foi esse pensamento que fez Hayi estudar em uma das faculdades mais caras do País e se formar naquilo que tanto sonhava. Produzir as próprias peças de roupa e vestir os amigos nas festas da escola eram coisas que a garota fazia com facilidade, já tinha fama em sua escola por se vestir sempre tão bem e ter um estilo único, apesar de ter pais famosos, Song Hayi possuía sua própria fama sob o nome de Nancy.

Pensando em se desvencilhar de seus pais, a garota decidiu se mudar aos 18 anos para tentar seu futuro na França, em uma das faculdades mais renomadas em seu curso. Sua beleza única e seus traços asiáticos sempre chamaram atenção dos parisienses e esse era o seu diferencial, mas com o visto de intercambista chegando ao fim, a coreana decidiu que era hora de voltar para seu país de origem, pensando em sua tese do TCC que envolveria, claramente a sua nacionalidade.

A Song já estava no último período, faltando somente o trabalho de conclusão de curso para a formatura. Hayi era uma garota esforçada e focada em seu sonho, pois sabia que as pessoas tentariam reduzi-la ao nepotismo, afinal. Apesar de gostar de festejar e sair com os amigos, Hayi era compromissada com seu curso e raramente faltava ou chegava atrasada. Era solícita e conhecida por trilhar seu próprio caminho, apesar de seus benefícios, a coreana também gostava de ajudar as outras pessoas, principalmente os mais desafortunados, também tendo sua participação em ações que apoiam causas importantes e ONGs.

Ao voltar para a casa dos pais, Hayi se deparou com um mundo de novas oportunidades após as reformas no condomínio, encantando-se com a qualidade de vida e quantidade de lugares para conhecer, já pensando nas festas que daria e nos amigos parisienses que subordinaria seu pai para trazê-los aqui vez ou outra, no jatinho da família.

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Hayy @gromit tagged me to post 5 songs I've been listening to recently!

No particular order :3 not sure how "recent" all of these are but last couple months at least lmao

I tag: @obsidyan @slugmouth @frankspit @lizthepotterhead @competentwoman

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The Commander, after a long time goes to check on Taimi. 

-’Hay, Taimi. How are you doing?’ he asked. Taimi’s ears alerted when heard the familiar voice and turned around cheerfully to greet her longtime friend with her ears normally down again. 

-’Hayy! What’s up, Commander! Long time no see!’ she cheered. The asura necromancer/harbinger walked beside her. 

-’How has the project progressed?’ he asked. Taimi sat back on her seat properly. 

-’Well, we have tested a lot of power resources, but none of them isn’t as powerful as the Dragon Magic.’ she explained. -’We have been close, though.’ she said and then turned to look at the Commander. -’Have you heard of Aurene, yet?’ 

The Commander had to shake his head as a no. 

-’I’m sure she’s fine, though.’ the Commander mumbled. -’I can feel it.’ 

-’Thats relieving to hear.’ Taimi replied. -’Using her magic would be ideal, since she is able to purify the corruption in the magic.’ 

Moment of silence. 

Taimi began to write on her computer to open up the research results to show to the Commander. -’What have you been up to? Other than being sleeping around?’ she asked sounding a bit annoyed at the last words. This made Vividatt tense a bit. 

-’We have been practicing songs with the band.’ the Commander replied. He did have a band, where he acted as a lyricist and a singer. -’But in all honesty, after everything, I find it a bit difficult get used to the peaceful times.’ 

-’Even with all the sexual intercourse?’ she asked calmly. The Commander tensed a bit again. He had to look at Taimi to see if there was any sign of irritation in her expression. He could sense a hint of anger in her calm expression. 

-’...yes.’ the Commander decided to answer. 

-’Oh good! Now we don’t have to fear your other mind taking over.’ Taimi said sounding a bit more annoyed, when she suddenly turned to look at the Commander. -’Why did you decided to pay a visit now?’ 

The Commander paused for a couple of seconds and then opened his mouth a little. 

-’I... began to remember the period when the Molten Alliance attacked.’ he said silently looking away from Taimi, and then turned to look at Taimi again, who had now a bit more cheered expression on. -’Even the time when we met at the first time.’ 

Taimi glanced at the floor before returning to Commander. 

-’You remember what you thought back then?’ she asked. The Commander smiled a bit. 

-’Yes. When I heard you talk, saw you act, it filled me with nostalgia.’ the Commander replied. -’It reminded me of Palitta. I didn’t want that feeling to go away, so I didn’t really want you to go back to Rata Sum. Although, I did realize it was very dangerous for a progeny to be there. I also thought, that if you were like her at all, you would be knowing what you were doing. I simply wanted to see, if that was true. I wasn’t let down.’ 

-’Yeah?’ Taimi asked being in a good mood again. The Commander nodded. 

-’I could have threatened you to leave the area, but as you know, I didn’t.’ he stated. -’Palitta did have a habit of getting into dangerous situations, but she always managed to find a way out of it. Well, except at that last time... ‘ 

Taimi had become a bit more serious as well. 

-’She... I was just very unlucky at that time.’ Taimi said silently. -’I mean, you survived that fall, and I’m sure I would have too, if I didn’t happen to be... you know.’ 

The Commander smiled softly at Taimi, but then thought of a question, which forced him to get serious again. 

-’What do you think about the fact, that I asked those Dwayna’s priests to bring you back alive?’ he wondered. Taimi thought about it a bit. 

-’I was reincarnated, so I don’t have any memories of before birth or some years after it. But I know that I now want to stay alive as long as I can.’ Taimi answered. The Commander smiled again. 

-’That’s relieving to hear.’ he said happily. -’I realize it was very selfish act on my part. I didn’t even know if you even wanted to return back to Tyria.’ 

They both sighed. 

-’So, how’s Gorrik?’ the Commander asked leaning on the chair, where Taimi was sitting on, a bit. 

-’He’s somewhere bothering Marjory.’ Taimi answered smiling a bit deviously. 

-’Oh? So, he’s not here having a bit ‘alone time’ with you?’ the Commander said having a bit jealousy in his attitude. Taimi gave the Commander a glare. 

-’Don’t give me that, Mr. Sticking It In Anywhere and Anything I Can!’ 

-’I don’t stick it in just anywhere or anything!’ the commander defended himself. -’Doing it with lifeless things isn’t as fun as with living beings.’ 

Taimi looked a bit surprised. 

-’Why didn’t you tell me?!’ she suddenly shouted. -’And here I have tried to come up with toys for you, which you have turned down. Every single one of them!’ 

-’I never told you?’ the Commander asked. Taimi shook her head. -’Well, turning all of them down should have hinted something...’ 

-’I was suspecting that, but then there was a chance that I just had not made it good enough, yet!’ 

-’Taimi... I’ll save you time; no machine can replace that joy of feeling the wet flesh on your everything, while seeing the lustful expression on the part-’

-’Thank you! No presentations, please.’ 

-’Aww. And here I was hoping I could remind you personally, how good it is.’ the Commander grinned. Taimi hardly showed reaction at all. 

-’Why haven’t you?’ she then mumbled, looking bored partly laying on the chair. This surprised the Commander, that his ears perked up when he heard her say these words. 

-’W-well your physical condition.’ he managed to let out of his mouth through the little shock he just had. -’You always told me you were tired, or in pain, so I never dared to even ask thinking it would only irritate you.’ 

-’You should have.’ she replied, still staying in the same position as before. -’I did have some good days, which I then spent all alone, while continuing searching for power sources.’ 

-’Wasn’t Joon here?’ the Commander asked. 

-’She comes and goes, since she does have all those political things to take care of.’ Taimi mumbled. -’I was actually waiting for you to come visit, even just to see how I was doing.’ 

-’I am here now.’ the Commander pointed out. -’And you know, why I didn’t come earlier. Getting back your memories isn’t exactly a light experience.’ 

Taimi still had not changed her expression or position. 

-’Yeah. And having sexual intercourse with all those people.’ Taimi said silently. -’Must have been really difficult.’ 

Now it was the Commander’s turn to get annoyed. He leaned over the armrest having his face really close to Taimi’s, that she had to back away to avoid them from touching each other. 

-’May I remind you about something, Miss Genius?’ the Commander asked with a sardonic smile on his face. -’If I wasn’t being so concerned of your physical condition, I can assure you I would be doing you every fucking second it was possible. I would fulfill your every sexual fantasy, while making your mind go numb from multiple different orgasms. Alright?’ 

Taimi nodded a bit nervously, circling the Commander’s words in her head, glancing at his lips couple of times. The Commander had stopped smiling and was gazing at Taimi with a warm expression instead. 

Their lips met with first a soft touch, and then slowly deepened into a very loving and passionate kiss. The Commander’s hand was already on her tummy, moving slowly down, until...

-’Taimi!’ they both heard someone yell and they stopped kissing. They both looked at each other with a startled expression, and then the Commander leaned back to see who it was. It was Joon. -’Oh. Good evening, Commander.’ Joon greeted. The Commander had managed to get back his normal expression. 

-’Good evening.’ the Commander replied. -’T-Taimi’s sleeping, so, could you, please, be a bit more silent?’ the Commander lied. Taimi began to pretend to sleep. 

-’Oh... hay Commander...’ Taimi mumbled sounding sleepy and then began to stretch her arms and yawn. -’How long have you been here?’ she asked looking at the Commander. 

-’Arrived few moments ago.’ he replied backing off a little from the chair. Joon came to look at the results of the research. -’I didn’t want to wake you up.’ 

-’Not much progress, eh, Taimi?’ Joon asked. Taimi rubbed her eye. 

-’Well no. Sorry, Joon.’ Taimi said. -’I must’ve fell asleep at some point.’ 

-’Oh no. Don’t worry.’ Joon replied. -’It’s good to sleep, when things don’t seem to progress. There is a better chance on figuring something out after the mind has rested.’ 

-’Well, I’ll leave you two at it, then.’ the Commander said, and took already few steps towards the door. -’Taimi. If you ever need me, just call me via the comm, or send a letter. I’ll come as soon as I can.’ 

Taimi smiled at the Commander. 

-’Got it. And you come visit more often!’ she said and offered her hand to the Commander. The Commander smiled as well and grabbed her hand. The twu asura shook hands. 

-’It’s a deal then.’ he said, gave Taimi the last soft glance and the turned around running out of the room, and finally the house. -’Again... Interrupted.’ he mumbled annoyed.