#* ∘ ∙ —— assortments ; bae 'sunny' seunghee.

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"will you be quiet now?" from taeyeon because yes

send “will you be quiet ?” for my muse’s reaction to yours pushing them against a wall and kissing them (currently accepting)(from seunghee)

            a jagged breath escapes her lips from taeyeon's abrupt action. she would have never suspected taeyeon of having any emotions towards her, at least not any that she could detect, let alone acting so abruptly. her heart skips a beat in syncopated rhythm until it's beating completely erratically. her voice constricts, not wanting to object to the kiss. no, she had wanted this, had admired him from afar in the most chaste way. the woman who could snag anyone with a bat of her eyelashes had behaved far more docile around him. unlike everyone else who had been a passing phase in her life, she cherished taeyeon's companionship. however, this kiss eclipsed all of that, threatening her with the lore of icarus. she felt herself soaring towards the sun with the mingling of their mouths, only to plummet back to the ground with brittle, burned wings if she got too close. sunny can't help but think that perhaps he had found out about her her history. it wasn't like she exactly kept her promiscuous lifestyle a secret, sleeping around with the largest benefactors in new york out of her own careless caprice. moving had been a fresh start for her, a chance to hone in more on her career and hobbies than repeating the same dull cycle of emotionless sex. their kiss provokes fear, that perhaps he looks down upon her as many other men had as nothing more than a toy for him to play with. eyes clench shut, tears beginning to flood her face. she gently pries herself off him, not wanting him to be just another fling in her life, ❛ w-why are you doing this ? i don't want just THAT with you. i.. i like you, taeyeon. if it was any other guy, i wouldn't care about being used. but not you. p-please, i don't want you to use me, ❜ she retreats to the couch, unable to face him in her distraught state. even if he didn't have any notions of using her, her doubts torment her, saying she's not good enough for him, that he only wants her for her BODY, not her heart.

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            hello, i'm finally poppin' back in here to post my first official headcanon/self-para/extensive blurb which i had a poll on a week ago to see which muses y'all wanted to be featured in. the results turned out to be oh hongbin, lee kyungri, and bae 'sunny' seunghee, aka the gang that went to dartmouth together and then went down their paths of life from there ! i recently hit three hundred followers and today was the TWO month milestone for my blog, so i wanted to do this in celebration instead of a traditional follow forever. thank you to everyone who voted and i'd love to make this a regular thing if people would be interested !

present day.

            nimble fingers swift over the office desk to reveal a film of dust. since securing the election as governor of nevada, he's been whisked away to countless conferences with the press. his hectic schedule hadn't allowed a spare moment to perch up at his desk and pore over casework. he emits a faint sigh, the room cast in darkness as all the lights have been switched off. as part of his new position, he has to relocate to a more spacious office that will accommodate the increased workload. his staff has been dismissed for the day, hongbin once again pensively reflecting in his office. only one person remains: his newly hired secretary, bae seunghee, or 'sunny' as she asked to be called. he hears the click of her heels in the distance, their syncopated rhythm eerily reminiscent to the louboutins his former secretary, lee kyungri, sported on a daily basis.

            both women had been part of his days back at dartmouth, the dim period of early adulthood that marked itself with a streak of sunrise. since then, he had known nothing but sunset, the orb sinking behind the sky, eluding him, as he kept chasing after it. it had started when his mother had a negative reaction to her prescribed medication for her schizophrenia, prompting him to leave university to tend to her. since then, the sunny brilliance of youth had been nothing more but a remote memory, hongbin only familiar with the darkness of his mother's spiraling condition and his own mental fortitude within politics.

            even so, his own pure conviction remained intact. that hadn't changed from his college days. the same change he championed for back on the grassy campus of dartmouth still held a place in his heart as he rose to a status which could finally enact said change. now the fate was in hand, whether he could bring the sun back into full radiance with his agenda for goodwill or whether it would descend below to the horizon into an unspeakable place, only leaving the pitch-black sky that was the true nature of politics. with such a destiny on his shoulders, the burden proved almost unbearable, speculating whether the man he had been back in his time as a student had been a lunatic or not.

            the steady movement of his secretary's heels jolt him back into focus. he smoothes his tie over and hovers over his desk in imitation of studying some important files. he doesn't even have the spirit to reprimand her, the secretary nowhere close in terms of talent as lee kyungri. she had dutifully served him for seven years up until the precipice of heartbreak, the woman harboring an unrequited love for him the entire time. her work had always been impeccable, continued to be until her very last day, but her eyes grew weary and hair mussed from sleepless nights since he procured a sugar baby. since then, him and the sugar baby had parted ways, but he had loved her with every ounce of his being — a love which kyungri coveted for herself to the point where she couldn't remain working for him.

            seunghee enters without knocking per usual, her liberal character leading her to neglect such etiquette. a silk blouse hugs her voluptuous chest, neckline concaving to reveal a generous fraction of cleavage. he flits his gaze upwards, mimicking as if he had just finished reading over the fictional files, before blinking vacantly at the sight. he groans in exasperation knowing that she had donned the shirt intentionally to seduce him — a failed venture on his part. her coquettish nature hadn't changed since college apparently, recalling how starkly her and kyungri contrasted each other. his relations with both women had been brisk, perfectly innocent, but given the choice, he would take kyungri's reticence over seunghee's bold behavior any day. however, he keeps her around, kyungri adamant that she would be a suitable replacement for her position though seunghee had yet to demonstrate enough skill to confirm her friend's conviction.

           ❛ sir, i found something you might want to keep, ❜ cherry red lipstick paints the secretary's lips, in accord with her signature style, but the tone is more solemn than her usual lilt  he tilts his head in inquiry, unsure of what would compel her to act so formally towards him. perhaps she's begun to shape up as a secretary, exhibiting the proper work etiquette as she should be. she inches closer, steps scored by the heel hitting the floor, to hand him a framed photo of the three of them together back at dartmouth. he knew the photo had been installed at his desk at one point, but must have wandered around the office due to prying staff wondering about his days back at dartmouth. the trio all have beaming visages, hongbin merrily stuck in the middle with arms slung around both girls. to his left, seunghee sports a low-cut black camisole, decolletage accentuated by the silver locket strung around her neck. to his right, kyungri's petite frame has been sheathed in an oversized sweatshirt, glasses threatening to slide down the slope of her nose. twenty-something oh hongbin dons a crisp-button up and khaki pants despite the occasion: their first party together.

seven years ago.

            the pair bounce along unsuspectingly to their first party per request of kyungri's sorority sister, bae 'sunny' seunghee. both of them aren't in any position to deny, kyungri obligated to fulfill her duties as an honorary member of alpha phi and sunny stressing to hongbin that he would be DEAD if he dared let kyungri go without a date. despite his seniority over her, sunny's imposing nature had instilled a chord of fear even into him, the third-year revered on campus as the future steve jobs. besides, some mutual friends from a fraternity he socialized with (though never joined, too distracting for his studies) had egged him on, insisting that it was a crime against nature that a third-year had never attended a college party. his nose had been so buried in textbooks up until now that he didn't even consider a social life. kyungri, on the other hand, was eagerly attempting to form one, hence her inititiation into a sorority. growing up in the midwest as a minority, she always faced racial stigma that prevented her from befriending many. now the both of them would be thrust into a social setting where retreating to their books would be IMPOSSIBLE.

            hongbin links arms with kyungri, not noticing the shade of coral which deepens in her cheeks from the gesture. most jaws would slacken at the sight, the first-year student bearing a strong hatred against any and all men. oh hongbin, however, was an exception to this. since rescuing her from some misogynistic students on campus and elaborating on his ambitions to promote the asian-american identity and mental health reform, she had become smitten with his nobility. little did she know in years to come that her infatuation would become the driving force for her career, the woman accompanying an up-and-coming politician right until the peak of his success. for now though, they were simply college kids dressed far too formally for the occasion and in for a surreal experience.

            they thread their way past drunken guests, nearly spilling someone's cup in the process. kyungri's nose prunes at the foul stench of alcohol permeating the air. fortunately, hongbin has no intentions of offering her a drink, preferring to abstain himself. shielded by hongbin's guard over her and the sweatshirt which didn't do justice to her shapely figure, she had nothing to fear for. only in later years would men start to approach her, once the sweatshirts were swapped for designer clothes, the glasses traded for expensive accessories she bought with her earnings as oh hongbin's secretary. as for hongbin, plenty of greetings are issued his way, the man somewhat esteemed on campus. he's breezed through all of his courses effortlessly, teachers lauding him for his performance and making it known among fellow students. he's amicable, a part of his natural civility, allowing most people to procure a fondness for him.

            kyungri hadn't experienced such luck. society constantly willed against her, at least it seemed so. raised in a small rural town, she was subjected subjected to the discrimination of her peers. countless slurs had been slung her way, the girl taunted for being a "chink." her academic accomplishments went without recognition due to the asian stereotype which preceded. those who did take notice mocked her, claiming a female couldn't amount to much, let alone ascend to the same status as a man. since then, she had subverted their beliefs through her participation in national science competitions. however, her heart was firmly rooted in law, determined to restore the world to its proper balance of justice. with such a reputation from her previous feats, she attracted a fair number of attention though not all positive. many upperclassmen ridiculed her just as she endured in high school. those who did approach her with more friendly intentions were met with a menacing glare and an awkward air, her social skills poorly developed.

            the few pats on his back hongbin receives upon entering the party don't go without a raised eyebrow, dumbfounded on why he would attend the event with a first-year. women whom have admired him from afar cast envious glances at kyungri, sipping conspicuously on their mixed concoctions. in the center of it all, sunny stands on a couch, dancing heedlessly to the heavy trap music blaring in the speakers. in her hand, a near empty bottle of beer tips precariously, on the verge of dousing the carpet at any moment. she's perfectly sober, the beer unable to produce much of an effect. but she's drunk on the energy she's absorbed from the room, from her vivacious nature and the boys fawning over the attractive first-year. her lids flutter open, previously closed in a trace from the music, as the tempo shifts to settle upon hongbin and kyungri. she gracefully descends from her spot on the couch, lounging on the furniture as if it's positioned there for her use alone.

           ❛ i'm glad you two could make it, ❜ her voice comes out in hushed thunder, as if she's anticipating some swell of ardor to sweep her back into the music, the energy, the aura that fits her like a glove. she combs her fingers through long tresses (which in later years will be cropped short), twirling around a single thread before leaning forward to face kyungri. she plants a gentle peck on her cheek, leaving a trace of bright red lipstick on her skin. kyungri dampens her thumb with her tongue, fervently wiping away at the residue. in doing so, a blush floods her cheek just as deep a shade of red as the lipstick which has stained her. seunghee pulls away with a melodic laugh, surveying the both of them as the bottle of beer sways back and forth haphazardly. ❛though you two look like you're going to class instead of a party, ❜ a few men flock around her, one of them offering a brownie in light of the celebration. she intially declines before brows raise in revelation, plucking one of the treats and presenting it to the pair standing before her.

            ❛ i'm sure you two are HUNGRY, come and take a bite, ❜ kyungri's eyes widen in alarm. even in her short time as part of alpha phi, she's already fallen victim to making such a mistake. her lips part to warn hongbin, only to find that he's already shoveling the brownie into his mouth. ❛ mm, delicious, ❜ he murmurs, hand guarding his mouth in light of him speaking with his mouth full. he bows his head reverently, indicating his apology for the lack of manners, though that should be the least of his concerns. she grants seunghee a reproachful look, teeth slated as she doesn't want to start a confrontation. instead, she ushers hongbin to a secluded area of the room. the packed capacity of the place puts kyungri in discomfort. she's inadequate in terms of social skills, hence preferring the solitude of her dormitory over the space of the party. hongbin shares similar sentiments, already equipped with water bottles for the both of them in lieu of alcohol.

            the two remain within their own circle, absorbed in their own chatter to where everyone else in the vicinity drowns out. she wishes it could continue like this, that the night would peacefully tide over with them talking and nothing more. but seunghee had to place the brownie into the situation, flourishing off the gesture with an encouraging wink as kyungri dashed off with hongbin before she could incite further trouble. they're lounging on the couch not even an hour after seunghee had offered him the brownie when the shift occurs, hongbin desperately downing more of the water they had nearby. ❛ my mouth is so dry, ❜ he comments, taking another gulp no sooner than he had finished the last. kyungri extends her hand supportively towards him, flinching once she realized what she had tone. she demures, face averting downwards. he only looks at her absently, mildly surprised by how prominent her touch feels. he's oblivious to his condition, only knowing that the sensation of her skin against him brought with it a profound depth.

            he strokes his thumb over her hand, fascinated by how the texture of it felt. his eyes flit up towards her, tinted red from his influenced state. the sight elicits a laugh from the girl, lips curving in a simper. when he entreats her to tell him what's so funny, she only declines with an ambiguous smirk. the impulse comes over hongbin to remove her glasses, the bulky frames obscuring a full view of her face. he reaches forward without forethought, his action unveiling a pair of rich brown hues burning with suspicion from his sudden gesture.

           ❛ w-what are you doing ? ❜ she stammers, taken aback by the spontaneity of it all.

           ❛ i just wanted a closer look at you  ❜

           ❛  there's not much to look at, ❜

           ❛  sure, there is, ❜

           ❛  like what ? ❜

           ❛ well, there's this, ❜ his hand grazes against the scar lining her cheek, so faded at this point that many mistook it for a beauty mark.

           and that was the story she told upon question. most people wouldn't believe the alternative anyhow, that she had received it from a beating of a schoolyard bully back in middle school. it was only one of the many reminders of her isolated childhood in which she had no one to confide in. nothing like how it was now, with him, the man sitting across from her with eyelids drooping and a lazy smile written on his features. ❛ it's a beauty mark, hongbin. ❜

           his hand doesn't falter, still gliding across the blemish on her skin. she doesn't have the courage to ask him to stop, nor the willpower. ❛ you're lying. ❜

           ❛  it's a secret, ❜ she offers instead, not willing to elaborate on its true origins.

           ❛  don't keep secrets from me, kyungri, ❜ his lips form a petulant pout, the cannabis inducing him to appear far more child-like in his mannerisms than he normally composed himself. his hand cups her jaw completely, suspended in a pleasant haze from the intensified sense of touch. she's about to counter, to change the subject, but hongbin's already being lulled into a drowsy state. he hadn't received much sleep the past few days, anxiously studying for a round of exams, to where it would have been in his best interest to forgo the party entirely. but he had went for her sake, accompanying her per sunny's request and his own concern for her. he nestles into the pillow created by the folds of her oversized sweater. she releases a shaky breath, not accustomed to the close proximity between them.

           ❛ i'm tired, let me lay here for a bit, ❜ he pleads. she obeys his request, legs folded cross-legged on the sofa with hongbin burrowed into her lap. in moments such as these, she found him boyish, as if sleep was his way of catching up on the childhood robbed of him from rigorous studies of law and regular visits to his mother at the psych ward. kyungri lets him rest, not wanting to disturb him from one of the rare chances he permitted himself to sleep. the man had plenty to awake to, more than enough to occupy him in the obscure hours of the night when he should be reprieving his body. from then on, she took it upon herself to not let him do it alone, able to sympathize with a childhood lost. yet both of them in adulthood had an endless amount to gain, a victory best experienced together.

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✮ ; ☀ ; ◈ ; ♫

mun-related meme (currently accepting)

✮ ━ top three favorite muses that you’ve played

            although i've played plenty of characters in the past, all of them pale in comparison to the muses i have now. because that's all they were: characters. while some of them did have subtle influences from my own life, i never really got to explore them in the same depth as i do now in indie rp. i feel like group rp, while entertaining, was constricting in the sense that a lot of it was dialogue and one-liners. when there were paras (mind you this is from my own experience), they were mainly for ships. don't get me wrong, it was entertaining, but i don't think it allowed me to explore my characters' depth to anywhere close the extent that i do now. it probably bleeds through in my extensively long paragraphs, but i really enjoy delving into the psyches and backstories of my muses. i feel that indie rp has enabled me to do that in a way group rp never could, not to mention the whole fear of the rp dying. anyways, i digress. oh hongbin definitely takes the top spot for me without question. we're on totally opposite ends of the moral spectrum, but for some reason, i just get him. i think oh hongbin is the idealization of what my childhood could have been if i had tried harder, and that's why i admire him so much. none of my other muses have nearly as distinct of headcanons as he does. the most random, but vivid memories of him come to me like him dancing in the rain with his mother or him and his dad watching the morning news together. that said, for the other two, i know i have more developed muses such as cha sunghyun or park wooyoung. many of my muses deal with individual aspects of my life (i.e. sunghyun: childhood trauma, taeyong: writing and existential crises, wooyoung: alcoholism, jongin/siwon: religion), but there's an element of fiction to them that sets them apart from me. the muses who are connected to oh hongbin, those being lee kyungri, bae 'sunny' seunghee, and now moon jiha all have similar degrees of realism as hongbin does that thereby makes them rank in my top three (though the addition of jiha makes four) even if i haven't played them as much. lee kyungri similarly acts as an idealization of what i would have liked my childhood to amount to. her past directly parallels mine with as a minority in a predominantly white environment, raised in a rural setting when her intellect would better suit an urban place. she also vocalizes strongly on the issue of being an asian-american woman, just being asian-american in general, racial discrimination, and overcoming patriarchal standards — all issues that hit very close to home with me. her ability to put herself first, even if it meant sacrificing her unrequited love for hongbin, is something i wish i could do with the same amount of mental fortitude as she does. since i can only emulate these idealizations through fiction, bae 'sunny' seunghee serves as the loose representation of my reality with a hint of her own creativity as well as being disguised as the comic relief in many situations when far more depth to her character hides behind the surface. her promiscuity, beliefs, and personality all portray my own, but to hell if i'm going to keep rambling like this — just know that the characters belonging to the oh hongbin story, hongbin, kyungri, and sunny, are my favorites with jiha probably joining them once i develop her more.

☀ ━ how long have you been roleplaying? how did you get into it?

            since summer of 2011, i think. i did take an indefinite hiatus during christmas 2015 with sporadic returns for 1x1, but officially came back for good july 2017. i got into it because a friend recommended it.

◈ ━ share some headcanons that you have for a muse of your choosing

            lee kyungri has never cut her hair shorter than her chest though she does get regular trims out of conscientiousness. bae 'sunny' seunghee has been raped twice: once in her junior year of high school and once when she went on a date with a prospective sugar daddy when she was around twenty-one. moon jiha had a boyfriend for four years from junior year in high school to her second year in college who she got pregnant with, but had a miscarriage which caused them to split.

            ♫ ━ a small playlist for a muse of your choice

            any jay park song for lim youngjae because he's always trying to smash.

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☏

SEND ME ‘☏’ FOR A VOICEMAIL MY MUSE WOULD LEAVE YOURS. (currently accepting) (from seunghee)

            ❛ salutations ! ❜ she commences in her usual cheery lilt. a single greeting that was meant to break the ice, but not possible when the situation was so GLACIAL. really, she couldn't blame them, not after she had left on a caprice without even so much as a goodbye. her actions weren't to inflict harm, merely following her fickle nature. but the damage had been done irrevocably — it had to have, right ? well, that's why she was leaving this voicemail: to determine whether they were as heartbroken over her departure as she suspected.❛ i'm really sorry i didn't tell you sooner, but i only a day before my flight. it was kind of uh, last minute, and i... look, it might be a little late, but do you think we could just talk about it ? like over skype ? ❜

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👕 (from lina, to whichever muse you want!!)

send me “-👕” to catch my muse without a shirt on (currently accepting)(from seunghee)

          moving across the country without any preparation beforehand had put seunghee in a crippling financial situation. in order to avoid aimlessly wandering the streets, she had advertised for a roommate to split the expenses of her newly acquired apartment with. typically, the search involved the tenant scrutinising over candidates to find the most SAFE person to fulfill the role — but in this case, seunghee was probably the one that should have been under closer inspection from the other. her antics were difficult to predict, her sense of hygiene deplorable, and it was a miracle she hadn't caused lina to flee in the opposite direction by now.  ❛ look ! i think they've gotten BIGGER, don't you ? ❜  she barrels towards her roommate bare-chested, evidently still following the etiquette (or lack thereof) of her sorority by acting so openly around someone who she had only met recently.

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first kiss for all the ships (or as many as you wanna do)

SEND ME ��FIRST KISS” FOR A DRABBLE OF MY CHARACTER KISSING YOURS FOR THE FIRST TIME. (not accepting) (from hongbin)

           september 27, 2017 indicated two milestones in oh hongbin's life — un, bae sadie's nineteenth birthday and deux, the first vacation day the man had taken in SEVEN years. how he retained his sanity was a mystery. although his recent election had brought a slew of activities with it, the earlier days of his career had been somewhat more flexible. perhaps the brief periods of inactivity were what kept him going: that combined with sheer willpower. taking his first vacation day was a remote feeling for hongbin, used to waking up with a meticulously planned day ahead of him. granted today was still plotted out to the very last detail, but for a different purpose. instead of diplomatic meetings or press conferences, this time he had invested his efforts into orchestrating the most elaborate birthday celebration he could imagine, all for a woman he had only recently met.

           perhaps the gesture was premature, but oh hongbin was well-known for his generosity. he frequently visited the children's wards of local hospitals and read stories to the patients. most of the profits he made from his stocks went towards a number of charities, mainly ones focused in mental healthcare reform. squandering a small fortune on bae sadie's birthday was nothing in his book. he had set his alarm for precisely seven in the morning precisely for this event. hongbin stirs from bed with a groggy demeanor, not fully himself into his ritualistic cup of coffee was consumed. he drags his feet sheepishly to the kitchen to start the brew, whisking a bowl of egg whites in the mean time. a sizzling skillet awaits him, its coat already greased with oil. with a flourish of milk to make the eggs creamier, he pours the mixture into the pan and turns his attention back to the coffee.

           even in his fatigued state, hongbin executed each move seamlessly. the routine had been ingrained the back of his mind, rehearsing it for the last seven years of his life. he took comfort in his monotonous mornings, the only aspect of his life which hadn't experienced dramatic change. he has his usual sense of urgency, but takes pleasure in the motions of preparing his breakfast. hongbin had allotted an hour for himself before heading out, plenty of time to attend to what he needed to. eyes skim over the current events section of the newspaper, vaguely disheartened by another negative report. he folds the paper over with a pronounced sigh, cradling his cup of coffee in his hand. he takes a prolonged sip, only for the strong scent of fumes to waft into his nostrils.

           he darts up from his chair only to find that he burned his eggs in negligence. the man can't recall in the last seven years when such an incident has occurred, nose crinkling in disappointment at his burnt breakfast. he disposes of the eggs in the wastebasket, placing the skillet into the sink to soak in a soapy lather. hongbin can't afford the time to repeat the process, resigning himself to pick up a croissant at the nearby bakery instead. in the mean time, he changes accordingly into his standard suit and tie. although he has no plans of entering the office today, he intends to look his best for sadie's birthday. fingers weave the tie into its appopriate fashion, securing his watch on his wrist shortly after. a glance at the accessory indicates five minutes until eight. he shimmies into his blazer haphazardly, rushing out the door to embark on his agenda for the day.

           his stomach growls as he slips into the driver's seat of his sleek, black car. he starts the ignition, a failed endeavor the first few times. gradually, the car starts into motion. he moves efficiently, steering his way through the side streets to avoid congested traffic. the croissant would have to wait until later, the bakery not opening until ten in the morning. he had to go there anyhow to retrieve the cake he had ordered for her. in the slim margin of time between sadie initially telling him and the date itself, hongbin had limited time to make the necessary arrangements. given notice another week in advance, the celebration would have been even more elaborate. this would have to do, however, the politician contenting himself with a modest (though not at all by any means) gathering at the las vegas convention center. he had rented out a spare space in the venue by pulling a few strings with acquaintances of his. if all went to plans, members of his campaign team would already be festooning the bare rooms with decorations.

           he would check their progress once he brought the cake over, but until then, hongbin had a shopping haul to go on. while he would invite her later on to pick out a few articles of her own, he had wanted to buy her a wardrobe just as well-thought out as the one for his previous sugar baby had been. from seeing her previously, hongbin had gleaned some of her tastes and had his own to rely on as well. he also relied on some advice from his new secretary, bae seunghee, who offered her fashion expertise on the matter. in fact, she had insisted on accompanying him, but he knew she would only delay him. the stores have barely opened, most of the clerks not eager to be behind their cash registers at such an early hour. he's always enjoyed shopping in the morning the best, not having to shoulder his way through other customers. while he acts swiftly, his purchases are still thoughtful. he finds himself easily drawn to apparel that reminds him of her. hoisting a heap of clothes onto the counter, the clerk eyes him warily before proceeding to ring his order up.

           his eyes continually drift to the watch, measuring his minutes out with military precision. an array of shopping bangs dangle from his arms as he heads out of the mall, already armed with a wide assortment of clothes. a long, glittering dress in a pastel pink shade has been selected as the dress for her to wear to the event. along with his other purchases, it swings in the bags with the same rhythm as his pacing feet. he heads out to his car, en route to the bakery. another faint rumble of his stomach calls out to him, but he ignores its plea. if anything, he can eat at the party. a wide spread of food has been ordered, hongbin contacting all of the renowned chefs he's on amicable terms with. each of them has promised him their best specialities, ranging from mediterranean to japanese food. in his preoccupation, it had slipped his mind to complete the most important task of all: congratulationg sadie on her nineteenth birthday.

           he sends a hasty, but heartfelt series of texts. along with a standard "happy birthday :-)," he lists the address of the convention center where she's supposed to meet him that afternoon as well as instructions to meet sunny in the lobby area. he plans on entrusting the glittering dress to his secretary for her to fit sadie into before making her grand entrance. without checking for a reply, he shoves the phone back into his pocket, light flickering green for him to drive forward. hongbin arrives at the bakery to be greeted by an ashy-haired woman with prominent wrinkles. she flashes her toothy grin, assuring him that the cake will be done within the next thirty minutes. a sincere apology is issued his way for not finishing up sooner, the intricate frosting (and sheer size, the cake towering over him its several layers) taking longer than scheduled. the information sets him on edge, not even remembering to order his croissant as he waits.

           he sends a hasty, but heartfelt series of texts. along with a standard "happy birthday :-)," he lists the address of the convention center where she's supposed to meet him that afternoon as well as instructions to meet sunny in the lobby area. he plans on entrusting the glittering dress to his secretary for her to fit sadie into before making her grand entrance. without checking for a reply, he shoves the phone back into his pocket, light flickering green for him to drive forward. hongbin arrives at the bakery to be greeted by an ashy-haired woman with prominent wrinkles. she flashes her toothy grin, assuring him that the cake will be done within the next thirty minutes. a sincere apology is issued his way for not finishing up sooner, the intricate frosting (and sheer size, the cake towering over him its several layers) taking longer than scheduled. the information sets him on edge, not even remembering to order his croissant as he waits.

           he sends a hasty, but heartfelt series of texts. along with a standard "happy birthday :-)," he lists the address of the convention center where she's supposed to meet him that afternoon as well as instructions to meet sunny in the lobby area. he plans on entrusting the glittering dress to his secretary for her to fit sadie into before making her grand entrance. without checking for a reply, he shoves the phone back into his pocket, light flickering green for him to drive forward. hongbin arrives at the bakery to be greeted by an ashy-haired woman with prominent wrinkles. she flashes her toothy grin, assuring him that the cake will be done within the next thirty minutes. a sincere apology is issued his way for not finishing up sooner, the intricate frosting (and sheer size, the cake towering over him its several layers) taking longer than scheduled. the information sets him on edge, not even remembering to order his croissant as he waits.

           delivering a human-sized cake had its complications to say the least. much to his dismay, it wasn't a one-man job, hongbin accustomed to tackling everything himself. fortunately, the bakery offers a delivery service, one he had taken full advantage of to transport the massive pastry. he nodded obediently as they told him it would have to be enclosed into a box and taken by a large truck to arrive safely. while he's adamant on following them along, they assure him that it'll make it there in time. he gives a grim smile, returning to his car to drive to the convention center. his mind continually meanders back to the thought of the cake, almost causing him to hold up traffic a few times.

           all of the necessary arrangements have slowly fallen into place. various interns bustle around the space, hanging up banners in certain corners of the room. food warmers feature a multi-cultural spread of food. of course someone has to eat all of this food, not achievable with hongbin and sadie alone. hence, an extensive guest list has been made, comprised mostly of hongbin's connections. on such short notice, a lot of high-profile figures couldn't attend, but those with a soft spot for the politician came as a personal favor. while most were fellow legislators, he also knew a handful of moderately popular celebrities. his most impressive feat had been gaining priyanka chopra, the rest of them much lesser known. he had also asked his secretary to collect some information of who was in sadie's personal life. it was a slightly invasive move, but one done for the common good. only one crucial aspect was missing at this point: the birthday cake.

           he's pacing the floor of room frantically, knowing sadie could arrive at any moment. and speak of the devil, a figure moved towards him in standard flounced skirt and sweater — no elegant dress in sight. before he can ask sadie for an explanation, sunny's already barreling towards him. she's still a distance away, yet she's already shouting across the space about how she hadn't reached sadie in time. a stern expression flickers across his face as she approaches, only for her path to be intercepted by the incoming cake. before sunny can dodge the moving pastry, her heel has dug into the carpet, sending her reeling. the force from her body sends the cake topping forward, coating both hongbin and sadie in its remains. he wipes away a chunk of frosting from his eyes, vision still blurred by a vanilla haze.

           ❛ s-sadie, are you alright ? ❜ he stammers, a grumble from his stomach punctuating the sentence. in response, he scoops a splattered chunk of cake from her stomach, placing it in his mouth. ❛ not bad, ❜ he muses, looking down at her beneath him. the sheer weight of the cake had caused their bodies to collide with the ground, hongbin splayed out on top of her. cheeks burn in embarassment at their position, in full view of the guests who had arrived early. but he clears them out of his head, instead keeping his focus on sadie. by being swept up in his plans for her special occasion, he had neglected to remember whom it was all for. his eyes hone in on a smidge of icing coating her lower lip.

           ❛ happy birthday, bae sadie, ❜ he announces in a hearty tone, soft laughter tinkling afterwards, ❛ you have a little something there, ❜ he leans forward to lap up the icing with his tongue, engaging her in their first, fluttering kiss for all to see the woman who in such a short time, he had already went to endless lengths for.

[commedias]

☹ - seunghee, ☹ - sunghyun

for every ☹ my muse gets, they’ll tell you about a time in their live that they wished had never happened. (currently accepting) (from seunghee)

           steely eyes stare forward, creating the illusion of CONFIDENCE. she's a paradox, truly, her background far more gloomy than her namesake would suggest, ❛ look, i've done a lot of fucked up shit in my time, but what's that thing the french say ? c'est la vie ? i think to myself i should started out in fashion to begin with instead of that bullshit business adminsitration program at dartmouth. i think to myself i could have probably slept with at least ten less guys in my life than i did. sometimes i wish it all never happened, but you know what ? it made me who i am today as much as i hate that fuckin' cliche and it's fine really. i just — i just don't think about it, yeah ? like they say, ❜ tears have begun to well in her eyes, her cool composure shattered from the memory of all the lonely nights in the beds of strangers — specifically the one she hadn't consented to in that dark alleyway. but was it really that much different from the others, all of her previous promiscuous hook-ups ? ❛ c'est la vie. ❜

(from sunghyun)

           eyes flicker down, containing his rage as best possible. five years have passed since the initial event, yet the memory was imprinted freshly in his mind almost as if had been yesterday. the man had been living in yesterday for as long as he could remember, relics of his past cluttering the house he had resided in since childhood. while he wasn't ready to clear them out just yet, he could start by emptying out the traumatic thoughts taking up volume in his mind, ❛ i-i don't like to talk about it, but my therapist said it would be better if i did, ❜ his index finger lifts to adjust the frame of his glasses, ❛ i wish i had never went on tour. i knew mother would be jealous. she had gotten cancer before her career could really take off and she never got over it. she just got MAD and dad was never around, so she took it out on me. when the company signed me, i secretly thought to myself that i had found my way out. but it was a bunch of bullshit, the music all made to cater to the masses. no one wants to listen to classical music anymore; they had to make it mainstream. i was fine with it, not like i really had a choice. i was just happy people were finally opening up to violinists. mother got jealous though that i had a shot at the fame she could never have and it — it fucking killed her... i killed her ! ❜ arms wrap around his frame, rocking back and forth in the chair as tears streak down his face, ❛ i wasn't even there for her last breath. i was doing a show in brussels. if i, if i had been there, maybe it wouldn't have happened. maybe she would have had a reason to live. not like dad was there for her. once i was gone, she had nothing left. and now i have nothing either ! i'm a lost cause, god, i'm such a lost cause, ❜ he lets out a guttural choke, burying his head into his hands.