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[generation24]

수인 ❀ Sooin

김수인 ❀  Kim Sooin

© generation24

[naburi]

Do you think younger kpop idols like Hanni, Danielle and Sooin often read pornwhas(basically 18+ manhwa)?

Do you also think they own sex toys which other members know about? Or is there a lot of privacy between them despite how it's shown to the public?

Hi!

Hanni and Danielle definitely watched some stuff

I can see Sooin reading manwhas/mature manhwas but will never admit it

I can see Danielle showing the other members her new vibrator.

Hanni owns a dildo and Sooin look too shy to buy some.

[moonisthedoor]

so... meovv. and meow. *heavy sigh* what the fuck is that

look i'm going to say: i LOVE the girls themselves. i don't think they're "just models", i liked the contrast between Gawon (!) and Narin's deeper voices as opposed to Anna and Ella's softer higher-pitched delivery and then Sooin in particular just wowed me, she has a very interesting way of singing, very magnetic one imho. i can't say much about the dance yet but i think all of them are keeping up, same with stage presence and confidence. they know their stuff

that said. this song is so lackluster it's not even funny. this is clearly the same YG style but in more minimalistic wrapper and it just... doesn't work. at least when it's more, it catches the eye even a little, like with Blackpink: even if it's the same formula, it's so big and bright and powerful you have to look. here it's just... boring and grating and annoying and the overused lyrics do not help. please give them better material i want to actually see them and all they're capable of, not this shit

[dahlia-coccinea]

Why do you think Heathcliff never fires Joseph while he is the master of the Heights? Yes Joseph is an efficient and competent servant, but Heathcliff disliked him as a boy and wanted to throw him off the highest gable. Why did he give up on this childhood grudge and not the others? Does he only care about grudges that effected his relationship with Catherine now? Does he not retain grudges concerning people of a lower social status than himself? Does he think that being the master of Joseph and ordering him around is revenge enough? Is he merely nostalgic for the Heights of his childhood? I think Clare Dunkle discussed this but didn’t give a satisfactory answer. What is your theory?

That is an interesting aspect of the story. As Dunkle notes, when he’s around 13 Heathcliff says he wishes he’ll one day have “the privilege of flinging Joseph off the highest gable, and painting the house-front with Hindley’s blood!” and yet he lives side by side with Joseph for 18ish years after he returns. There aren’t many ways we can interpret this, other than that Heathcliff, even when he is angry and “defying” the sympathy of others - Nelly is right when she says “you have a heart and nerves the same as your brother men! Why should you be anxious to conceal them?” 

I agree with @princesssarisa who said recently:

“Maybe we could view him as having a fundamental respect for servants, or for people reduced to servitude, because of his own background. Even though he speaks of “crush[ing] those beneath [him]” and in large part does just that, the fact remains that the chief victims of his cruelty are people of more privileged status and upbringing than he was, even when they lack the power that he currently has.”

It’s apparent that Heathcliff isn’t a completely ruthless, inhuman, being. I don’t think he does just want to hurt people for the sake of it. It’s not at all at odds with his character that he wouldn’t needlessly expel and abuse everyone in his path. We see this in his treatment of Lockwood. He’s not hospitable by nature but neither is he senselessly violent. 

Is Joseph efficient and competent? I don’t think we really know if he is a good worker or not? Or something could be escaping my memory. 

About Heathcliff only being against those who effected his relationship with Catherine - I do think Joseph played a role in Hindley’s objection to their closeness. In Chapter 9 when Joseph goes on a rant after Heathcliff runs away he says that Catherine has been “Running after t’ lads, as usuald!” and he makes quite an insinuation when he says “It’s bonny behaviour, lurking amang t’ fields, after twelve o’ t’ night, wi’ that fahl, flaysome divil of a gipsy, Heathcliff! They think I’m blind; but I’m noan: nowt ut t’ soart!” I image it wouldn’t be the first insinuation of the sort on Joseph’s part and I doubt that Catherine, Heathcliff, and Hindley haven’t been previously lectured on the dangers of sexual immorality. Totally my own conjecture but as Heathcliff is 16 when he leaves and Hindley wants Catherine to marry Edgar I’d think he would see Heathcliff as a threat to her purity and could cause problems with the Linton’s viewing her as an acceptable daughter-in-law. Hindley certainly takes Joseph’s insinuation seriously when he says it is only recent events (Heathcliff saving Hareton) that keeps his "conscience tender of breaking his neck” if they had been spending all night on the moors alone together.

On a totally comical note there is this scene in Chapter 33 when Hareton and Cathy dig up the garden and Joseph gets all upset: 

“I mun hev’ my wage, and I mun goa! I hed aimed to dee wheare I’d sarved fur sixty year; and I thowt I’d lug my books up into t’ garret, and all my bits o’ stuff, and they sud hev’ t’ kitchen to theirseln; for t’ sake o’ quietness. It wur hard to gie up my awn hearthstun, but I thowt I could do that! But nah, shoo’s taan my garden fro’ me, and by th’ heart, maister, I cannot stand it! Yah may bend to th’ yoak an ye will—I noan used to ’t, and an old man doesn’t sooin get used to new barthens. I’d rayther arn my bite an’ my sup wi’ a hammer in th’ road!”

“Now, now, idiot!” interrupted Heathcliff, “cut it short! What’s your grievance? I’ll interfere in no quarrels between you and Nelly. She may thrust you into the coal-hole for anything I care.”

“It’s noan Nelly!” answered Joseph. “I sudn’t shift for Nelly—nasty ill nowt as shoo is. Thank God! shoo cannot stale t’ sowl o’ nob’dy! Shoo wer niver soa handsome, but what a body mud look at her ’bout winking. It’s yon flaysome, graceless quean, that’s witched our lad, wi’ her bold een and her forrard ways—till—Nay! it fair brusts my heart! He’s forgotten all I’ve done for him, and made on him, and goan and riven up a whole row o’ t’ grandest currant-trees i’ t’ garden!” and here he lamented outright; unmanned by a sense of his bitter injuries, and Earnshaw’s ingratitude and dangerous condition.

“Is the fool drunk?” asked Mr. Heathcliff. “Hareton, is it you he’s finding fault with?”

That it seems that Heathcliff cannot even understand Joseph is HILARIOUS to me. Perhaps he keeps him around for comic relief ? Just kidding lol I’m going to go with this is a case of Heathcliff not being Evil™ 

[sooincwn]

tag, you’re it! location. spades kingdom horse stables @cwnseokmin​

one. two. three…

that’s it.

“this fucking sucks!” sooin groans out loud before she glares at the horse in the stable next to the one she’s currently sweeping hay out of. “this is your fault.” she states matter of factly before pointing an accusing finger at him. “i could be sleeping right now but you… you just can’t clean up after yourself huh.”

this was no way to spend a saturday morning when she could be down at madam kang’s bakery getting her fair share of discounted pastry goods. instead she was here cleaning up the royal family’s personal horse stable. what. a. joke.

okay, sooin didn’t actually have a problem doing things for the royal family. she served the king and queen after all (maybe she did mind serving the queen but it’s not like she really has a choice when she has to). she had a problem with whoever ratted her out to the grand officer about a small bribe she had taken to scare off a noble from his creepy attempts to court a lady who was tired of saying no. after all, it’s not like what she did was actually bad. she was helping her fellow citizens and protecting them. if anything, she should’ve been rewarded.

but alas, even the grand officer had to give her some form of punishment no matter how amusing he found the situation to be. 

sooin finally leaves the stable to find a wheelbarrow for the hay when she spots the iron nameplate of the horse’s name above the stable. baekgwang. why did that sound so familiar…. and then she remembers the grand officer stating that was the eldest prince’s horse. prince yurye. and her head immediately turns to seokmin who’s working in another stable.

“hey, isn’t that horse right there-” sooin points back to the horse she had been venting to moments before, “your prince’s horse? wouldn’t you prefer cleaning his horse’s stable?”

sooin asks curiously before a sly smile makes its way onto her lips, “or are you kind of tired doing stuff for him? it’s okay, you can tell me i won’t tell anyone.” 

and then another thought strikes her. of all the years that she’s known seokmin, he was never the type to get into trouble. especially for someone as dedicated as he was to his job. what reason could he have for being shoved into cleaning duty with her on a weekend? it was one thing for sooin to be there, it was definitely another for seokmin.

“seokmin…” sooin begins with an interested expression, “say… what did you do to end up with weekend cleaning duty?”

[whileiamdying]

Emily Brontë’s WUTHERING HEIGHTS; Chapter XXXIII

On the morrow of that Monday, Earnshaw being still unable to follow his ordinary employments, and therefore remaining about the house, I speedily found it would be impracticable to retain my charge beside me, as heretofore. She got downstairs before me, and out into the garden, where she had seen her cousin performing some easy work; and when I went to bid them come to breakfast, I saw she had persuaded him to clear a large space of ground from currant and gooseberry bushes, and they were busy planning together an importation of plants from the Grange.

I was terrified at the devastation which had been accomplished in a brief half-hour; the black-currant trees were the apple of Joseph’s eye, and she had just fixed her choice of a flower-bed in the midst of them.

“There! That will be all shown to the master,” I exclaimed, “the minute it is discovered. And what excuse have you to offer for taking such liberties with the garden? We shall have a fine explosion on the head of it: see if we don’t! Mr. Hareton, I wonder you should have no more wit than to go and make that mess at her bidding!”

“I’d forgotten they were Joseph’s,” answered Earnshaw, rather puzzled; “but I’ll tell him I did it.”

We always ate our meals with Mr. Heathcliff. I held the mistress’s post in making tea and carving; so I was indispensable at table. Catherine usually sat by me, but to-day she stole nearer to Hareton; and I presently saw she would have no more discretion in her friendship than she had in her hostility.

“Now, mind you don’t talk with and notice your cousin too much,” were my whispered instructions as we entered the room. “It will certainly annoy Mr. Heathcliff, and he’ll be mad at you both.”

“I’m not going to,” she answered.

The minute after, she had sidled to him, and was sticking primroses in his plate of porridge.

He dared not speak to her there: he dared hardly look; and yet she went on teasing, till he was twice on the point of being provoked to laugh. I frowned, and then she glanced towards the master: whose mind was occupied on other subjects than his company, as his countenance evinced; and she grew serious for an instant, scrutinizing him with deep gravity. Afterwards she turned, and recommenced her nonsense; at last, Hareton uttered a smothered laugh. Mr. Heathcliff started; his eye rapidly surveyed our faces. Catherine met it with her accustomed look of nervousness and yet defiance, which he abhorred.

“It is well you are out of my reach,” he exclaimed. “What fiend possesses you to stare back at me, continually, with those infernal eyes? Down with them! and don’t remind me of your existence again. I thought I had cured you of laughing.”

“It was me,” muttered Hareton.

“What do you say?” demanded the master.

Hareton looked at his plate, and did not repeat the confession. Mr. Heathcliff looked at him a bit, and then silently resumed his breakfast and his interrupted musing. We had nearly finished, and the two young people prudently shifted wider asunder, so I anticipated no further disturbance during that sitting: when Joseph appeared at the door, revealing by his quivering lip and furious eyes that the outrage committed on his precious shrubs was detected. He must have seen Cathy and her cousin about the spot before he examined it, for while his jaws worked like those of a cow chewing its cud, and rendered his speech difficult to understand, he began:—

“I mun hev’ my wage, and I mun goa! I hed aimed to dee wheare I’d sarved fur sixty year; and I thowt I’d lug my books up into t’ garret, and all my bits o’ stuff, and they sud hev’ t’ kitchen to theirseln; for t’ sake o’ quietness. It wur hard to gie up my awn hearthstun, but I thowt I could do that! But nah, shoo’s taan my garden fro’ me, and by th’ heart, maister, I cannot stand it! Yah may bend to th’ yoak an ye will—I noan used to ’t, and an old man doesn’t sooin get used to new barthens. I’d rayther arn my bite an’ my sup wi’ a hammer in th’ road!”

“Now, now, idiot!” interrupted Heathcliff, “cut it short! What’s your grievance? I’ll interfere in no quarrels between you and Nelly. She may thrust you into the coal-hole for anything I care.”

“It’s noan Nelly!” answered Joseph. “I sudn’t shift for Nelly—nasty ill nowt as shoo is. Thank God! shoo cannot stale t’ sowl o’ nob’dy! Shoo wer niver soa handsome, but what a body mud look at her ’bout winking. It’s yon flaysome, graceless quean, that’s witched our lad, wi’ her bold een and her forrard ways—till—Nay! it fair brusts my heart! He’s forgotten all I’ve done for him, and made on him, and goan and riven up a whole row o’ t’ grandest currant-trees i’ t’ garden!” and here he lamented outright; unmanned by a sense of his bitter injuries, and Earnshaw’s ingratitude and dangerous condition.

“Is the fool drunk?” asked Mr. Heathcliff. “Hareton, is it you he’s finding fault with?”

“I’ve pulled up two or three bushes,” replied the young man; “but I’m going to set ’em again.”

“And why have you pulled them up?” said the master.

Catherine wisely put in her tongue.

“We wanted to plant some flowers there,” she cried. “I’m the only person to blame, for I wished him to do it.”

“And who the devil gave you leave to touch a stick about the place?” demanded her father-in-law, much surprised. “And who ordered you to obey her?” he added, turning to Hareton.

The latter was speechless; his cousin replied—“You shouldn’t grudge a few yards of earth for me to ornament, when you have taken all my land!”

“Your land, insolent slut! You never had any,” said Heathcliff.

“And my money,” she continued; returning his angry glare, and meantime biting a piece of crust, the remnant of her breakfast.

“Silence!” he exclaimed. “Get done, and begone!”

“And Hareton’s land, and his money,” pursued the reckless thing. “Hareton and I are friends now; and I shall tell him all about you!”

The master seemed confounded a moment: he grew pale, and rose up, eyeing her all the while, with an expression of mortal hate.

“If you strike me, Hareton will strike you,” she said; “so you may as well sit down.”

“If Hareton does not turn you out of the room, I’ll strike him to hell,” thundered Heathcliff. “Damnable witch! dare you pretend to rouse him against me? Off with her! Do you hear? Fling her into the kitchen! I’ll kill her, Ellen Dean, if you let her come into my sight again!”

Hareton tried, under his breath, to persuade her to go.

“Drag her away!” he cried, savagely. “Are you staying to talk?” And he approached to execute his own command.

“He’ll not obey you, wicked man, any more,” said Catherine; “and he’ll soon detest you as much as I do.”

“Wisht! wisht!” muttered the young man, reproachfully; “I will not hear you speak so to him. Have done.”

“But you won’t let him strike me?” she cried.

“Come, then,” he whispered earnestly.

It was too late: Heathcliff had caught hold of her.

“Now, you go!” he said to Earnshaw. “Accursed witch! this time she has provoked me when I could not bear it; and I’ll make her repent it for ever!”

He had his hand in her hair; Hareton attempted to release her locks, entreating him not to hurt her that once. Heathcliff’s black eyes flashed; he seemed ready to tear Catherine in pieces, and I was just worked up to risk coming to the rescue, when of a sudden his fingers relaxed; he shifted his grasp from her head to her arm, and gazed intently in her face. Then he drew his hand over his eyes, stood a moment to collect himself apparently, and turning anew to Catherine, said, with assumed calmness—“You must learn to avoid putting me in a passion, or I shall really murder you some time! Go with Mrs. Dean, and keep with her; and confine your insolence to her ears. As to Hareton Earnshaw, if I see him listen to you, I’ll send him seeking his bread where he can get it! Your love will make him an outcast and a beggar. Nelly, take her; and leave me, all of you! Leave me!”

I led my young lady out: she was too glad of her escape to resist; the other followed, and Mr. Heathcliff had the room to himself till dinner. I had counselled Catherine to dine upstairs; but, as soon as he perceived her vacant seat, he sent me to call her. He spoke to none of us, ate very little, and went out directly afterwards, intimating that he should not return before evening.

The two new friends established themselves in the house during his absence; where I heard Hareton sternly check his cousin, on her offering a revelation of her father-in-law’s conduct to his father. He said he wouldn’t suffer a word to be uttered in his disparagement: if he were the devil, it didn’t signify; he would stand by him; and he’d rather she would abuse himself, as she used to, than begin on Mr. Heathcliff. Catherine was waxing cross at this; but he found means to make her hold her tongue, by asking how she would like him to speak ill of her father? Then she comprehended that Earnshaw took the master’s reputation home to himself; and was attached by ties stronger than reason could break—chains, forged by habit, which it would be cruel to attempt to loosen. She showed a good heart, thenceforth, in avoiding both complaints and expressions of antipathy concerning Heathcliff; and confessed to me her sorrow that she had endeavoured to raise a bad spirit between him and Hareton: indeed, I don’t believe she has ever breathed a syllable, in the latter’s hearing, against her oppressor since.

When this slight disagreement was over, they were friends again, and as busy as possible in their several occupations of pupil and teacher. I came in to sit with them, after I had done my work; and I felt so soothed and comforted to watch them, that I did not notice how time got on. You know, they both appeared in a measure my children: I had long been proud of one; and now, I was sure, the other would be a source of equal satisfaction. His honest, warm, and intelligent nature shook off rapidly the clouds of ignorance and degradation in which it had been bred; and Catherine’s sincere commendations acted as a spur to his industry. His brightening mind brightened his features, and added spirit and nobility to their aspect: I could hardly fancy it the same individual I had beheld on the day I discovered my little lady at Wuthering Heights, after her expedition to the Crags. While I admired and they laboured, dusk drew on, and with it returned the master. He came upon us quite unexpectedly, entering by the front way, and had a full view of the whole three, ere we could raise our heads to glance at him. Well, I reflected, there was never a pleasanter, or more harmless sight; and it will be a burning shame to scold them. The red fire-light glowed on their two bonny heads, and revealed their faces animated with the eager interest of children; for, though he was twenty-three and she eighteen, each had so much of novelty to feel and learn, that neither experienced nor evinced the sentiments of sober disenchanted maturity.

They lifted their eyes together, to encounter Mr. Heathcliff: perhaps you have never remarked that their eyes are precisely similar, and they are those of Catherine Earnshaw. The present Catherine has no other likeness to her, except a breadth of forehead, and a certain arch of the nostril that makes her appear rather haughty, whether she will or not. With Hareton the resemblance is carried farther: it is singular at all times, then it was particularly striking; because his senses were alert, and his mental faculties wakened to unwonted activity. I suppose this resemblance disarmed Mr. Heathcliff: he walked to the hearth in evident agitation; but it quickly subsided as he looked at the young man: or, I should say, altered its character; for it was there yet. He took the book from his hand, and glanced at the open page, then returned it without any observation; merely signing Catherine away: her companion lingered very little behind her, and I was about to depart also, but he bid me sit still.

“It is a poor conclusion, is it not?” he observed, having brooded a while on the scene he had just witnessed: “an absurd termination to my violent exertions? I get levers and mattocks to demolish the two houses, and train myself to be capable of working like Hercules, and when everything is ready and in my power, I find the will to lift a slate off either roof has vanished! My old enemies have not beaten me; now would be the precise time to revenge myself on their representatives: I could do it; and none could hinder me. But where is the use? I don’t care for striking: I can’t take the trouble to raise my hand! That sounds as if I had been labouring the whole time only to exhibit a fine trait of magnanimity. It is far from being the case: I have lost the faculty of enjoying their destruction, and I am too idle to destroy for nothing.

“Nelly, there is a strange change approaching; I’m in its shadow at present. I take so little interest in my daily life that I hardly remember to eat and drink. Those two who have left the room are the only objects which retain a distinct material appearance to me; and that appearance causes me pain, amounting to agony. About her I won’t speak; and I don’t desire to think; but I earnestly wish she were invisible: her presence invokes only maddening sensations. He moves me differently: and yet if I could do it without seeming insane, I’d never see him again! You’ll perhaps think me rather inclined to become so,” he added, making an effort to smile, “if I try to describe the thousand forms of past associations and ideas he awakens or embodies. But you’ll not talk of what I tell you; and my mind is so eternally secluded in itself, it is tempting at last to turn it out to another.

“Five minutes ago Hareton seemed a personification of my youth, not a human being; I felt to him in such a variety of ways, that it would have been impossible to have accosted him rationally. In the first place, his startling likeness to Catherine connected him fearfully with her. That, however, which you may suppose the most potent to arrest my imagination, is actually the least: for what is not connected with her to me? and what does not recall her? I cannot look down to this floor, but her features are shaped in the flags! In every cloud, in every tree—filling the air at night, and caught by glimpses in every object by day—I am surrounded with her image! The most ordinary faces of men and women—my own features—mock me with a resemblance. The entire world is a dreadful collection of memoranda that she did exist, and that I have lost her! Well, Hareton’s aspect was the ghost of my immortal love; of my wild endeavours to hold my right; my degradation, my pride, my happiness, and my anguish—

“But it is frenzy to repeat these thoughts to you: only it will let you know why, with a reluctance to be always alone, his society is no benefit; rather an aggravation of the constant torment I suffer: and it partly contributes to render me regardless how he and his cousin go on together. I can give them no attention any more.”

“But what do you mean by a change, Mr. Heathcliff?” I said, alarmed at his manner: though he was neither in danger of losing his senses, nor dying, according to my judgment: he was quite strong and healthy; and, as to his reason, from childhood he had a delight in dwelling on dark things, and entertaining odd fancies. He might have had a monomania on the subject of his departed idol; but on every other point his wits were as sound as mine.

“I shall not know that till it comes,” he said; “I’m only half conscious of it now.”

“You have no feeling of illness, have you?” I asked.

“No, Nelly, I have not,” he answered.

“Then you are not afraid of death?” I pursued.

“Afraid? No!” he replied. “I have neither a fear, nor a presentiment, nor a hope of death. Why should I? With my hard constitution and temperate mode of living, and unperilous occupations, I ought to, and probably shall, remain above ground till there is scarcely a black hair on my head. And yet I cannot continue in this condition! I have to remind myself to breathe—almost to remind my heart to beat! And it is like bending back a stiff spring: it is by compulsion that I do the slightest act not prompted by one thought; and by compulsion that I notice anything alive or dead, which is not associated with one universal idea. I have a single wish, and my whole being and faculties are yearning to attain it. They have yearned towards it so long, and so unwaveringly, that I’m convinced it will be reached—and soon—because it has devoured my existence: I am swallowed up in the anticipation of its fulfilment. My confessions have not relieved me; but they may account for some otherwise unaccountable phases of humour which I show. O God! It is a long fight; I wish it were over!”

He began to pace the room, muttering terrible things to himself, till I was inclined to believe, as he said Joseph did, that conscience had turned his heart to an earthly hell. I wondered greatly how it would end. Though he seldom before had revealed this state of mind, even by looks, it was his habitual mood, I had no doubt: he asserted it himself; but not a soul, from his general bearing, would have conjectured the fact. You did not when you saw him, Mr. Lockwood: and at the period of which I speak, he was just the same as then; only fonder of continued solitude, and perhaps still more laconic in company.

[allaboutwannaone-blog]

how i fell in love

character: sungwoon genre: slight angst, fluff word count: 1.6k author’s note: i feel like this really sucked but i have no idea how to rectify it and that sucks even more?? :((( btw I'm thinking of making this into a series with wanna one,,,, do y'all want to see it happen?! :0)

• to-do list:

• one. grab sooin’s files from professor yoon

• two. get two chai lattes for david tomorrow on the way to school

• three. send sungjae the chemistry class notes

• four. finish haejung’s part up for the literature task (deadline is tomorrow!!!!!!!)

• sighing in accomplishment, you scratched yet another task off the list. you’ve finally finished seven of them; you’ve helped chris order a table off etsy, printed out lena’s notes, tuned your guitar to lend it to jisook tomorrow afternoon and more.

• if anyone were to step in to your room at this point of time, they would slowly back out, utter a small prayer, and close the door quietly. post-it notes were strewn all over the place, your bed was even messier than how mama 2017 went down.

• the last time your mom called you for dinner was ages ago, and the pink-and-orange-streaked sky had now been replaced with a sea of a black and sparkling stars.

• this was a regular thursday night for you,,, despite having finished your work already in school, you were still huddled at your desk, busying yourself with the errands your classmates had entrusted you with

• even though that meant that you rarely had free nights, you just couldn’t seem to say no to them. besides, the grateful looks on their faces every time you helped them out (and occasional treats) would just make your day. (be gone, cheese!)

• but sometimes,, just like how it was today, it would do nothing but to suck the life out of you, and you could not help but to blame yourself for having such a submissive personality. you really wanted a break but you still had many assignments left and you were on,, the,, verge,, of,, death

• just then, your phone buzzed.

• sungwound: yo can i come over

• sungwound: why aren’t u replying me

• sungwound: i mean pft i won’t even need to get ur permission because ur parents love me but

• sungwound: i’m starting to think that u’ve been kidnapped

• sungwound: I’M GETTING WORRIED??1?!?!??!??

• sungwound: i’m wounded that u aren’t looking at my texts

• sungwound: k nvm i’m coming over in five mins, make sure u don’t die

• BUT because you were too engrossed in rearranging your notes for sungjae, you missed those texts and left your worried best friend, sungwoon to fend for himself///1/‘’1/

• and that was why when your door was flung open,, you were just like “m OM i’ll go down and eat a snack later iM fI NE!!!!”

• sungwoon, in a fighting stance: “i swear to god if you do not get your hands off that laptop in two seconds you might have to catch some hands”

• you turned around and jumped, hit your head on your ceiling, left a hole there and shot to the outer space

• jk but that literally was how shocked you were to see him

• but wo w sungwoon with fluffy pyjamas and and tousled hair?? an aesthetic concept that u’re totally digging 

• you also noticed that he had carried a duffel bag with him too

• you, squealing: “YOU’RE SLEEPING OVER?!?!?!?!?!!?!?!?!?!??!?!?!?”

• him, in an equally high-pitched tone: “YES!!!!!!!!!!!!”

• he launched himself into your arms,, squealing gibberish and laughing (like how he did when jisung handed him his fairy wand in wanna one go)

• (0_0) (0o0) \(0o0)/ 1!!1!1!1!1!!1!1!1! <- your heart/mind at that moment

• after holding on to his soft body for a whole five minutes you pushed him off, telling him apologetically to give you twenty minutes to finish up your work.

• all while chanting *nope i do not like him, i’m a nun, i shall devote my life to my boy bands, i do not have an attachment to this amazingly beautiful boy* in your mind

• sungwoon, holding his hand to his heart and sprawled on the ground: *gasps in korean* *rolls up sleeves* look y/n, i’ve climbed hills and swam seas to finally reach your house,, and you’re telling me to mIN D MY OWN BUS INES S FO R 20 MINU TES!!!??!?!!? REALLY??!?!?! IN FRONT OF MY SALAD????

• you, focusing on your computer screen: firstly,, you live just a block away and secondly,, there ain’t no salad here hAh so CASE CLOSED

• and then it went surprisingly quiet for ten minutes,, and your sungwoon-o-meter told you that this was dangerous but hell nah your focus was just as strong as park seojoon’s in she was pretty btw great drama

• first attempt: just as you predicted, a few moments later, you found a small gummy bear right below your nostrils. “c’mere c’mere” he chanted, tickling your chin and trying to bribe you out of your sitting position.

• second attempt: “look (look) at (at) me (me)” tried to whip out his echoing talent but nuh-uh.

• third attempt: “i’M tELLiNg yOuR pAreNTS”

• finally giving up, he pulled up a chair next to you, quietly sifting through the contents on your table.

• just then, he noticed something.

• snatching the to-do list from your clutch, he read through it, the look on his face hardening.

• “what the hell is this?” he gritted his teeth, fixating his intense gaze on you. shocked and frightened at his sudden change in mood, you stumbled over your words. “e-erands f-for my f-friends?”

• he scoffed, “your friends? you call them your friends? they’re using you, for god’s sake.” he scanned through the list again, shaking his head and turning to you. “why can’t you see it? they are using you.”

• “n-no, they said they were busy.” you felt the need to stand up for your friends, especially since they looked like they’ve got so much on their plate when they pleaded with you, puppy-eyed look on their countenance.

• he closed his eyes, as though trying to steady his furious, short breaths. “believe me, i can guarantee you that all of them, who have given you these tasks, are either at a party, drinking, sleeping or watching netflix right now. in fact, haejung just posted a picture of her with her boyfriend half an hour ago.”

• whipping out his cell phone, he scrolled to her profile, confirming what he just said.

• “but-“

• “look, y/n. you have to understand this. you can’t keep helping people like that.” he reached for your shoulders, gaze boring into yours.

• “think of it this way. if everyone in the world only has one last glass of water to drink from, people who can’t take the thirst anymore will start sipping from their glass. and once they’ve downed the entire thing, if they are greedy, they’re going to ask others or more water. and people like you,” he pointed at you, his tone exasperated and furious.

• “people like you, who puts others before yourself, will give their water to them. i get that you’re magnanimous and will hate to see anyone feel down, but before you know it, your drink will be empty. you will be the one suffering, whilst they enjoy the water you’ve given them.”

• “i’m blessed to have such a kind-hearted person by my side but, i hate it that you’re so naive. why can’t haejung finish up her own part for the project? i know for one it’s because she knows that you’ll do it for her and not complain about it afterwards! didn’t you see sungjae watching anime during lessons just now? he should face the consequences of his own actions! and lena is just lazy to walk over to the library to print her stuff out. why are you wasting the ink for a thirty-page document for her when she can’t even be bothered to waste her time and get it done herself?” he rubbed his temples, pacing up and down the room.

• “you’re the smartest person i’ve ever seen, but you’re an idiot too. and you know what’s the worst kind of idiots in the world? kind idiots. because people will trample all over you and make you do their work. and i hate that you’re just that.”

• huffing, he walked to the end of the room, sliding open the balcony door and slamming it, going outside to clear his mind.

• and at this moment, while others would expect you to be mad at the seemingly offensive words he had spouted our, you found yourself feeling nothing of that sort.

• first came the intimidation. this was the first time he had shouted at you like that, and you were shocked at how mad he was. the five hours you’ve been friends with him, he had only bickered with you, getting frustrated sometimes. but never like this.

• then came the realization. that you were in fact, just a puppet made for people to drag and pushed around. that people you thought you knew and liked were now anything but what you thought of them. and that you should probably get yourself away from them as soon as possible, though it might just be the hardest thing ever.

• then came the great epiphany that

• holy feck,, you liked him. you liked sungwoon and tonight’s incident just confirmed and in fact, caused you to fall for him even more. this was the first time someone ever cared for you like that, and it was...strange.

• but nice.

• and warm.

• and comfortable.

• and makes your heart beat-box and do dub-step.

• snapping out of your daze, you placed your hand on your chest in a bid to calm your erratically beating heart down.

• just then, sungwoon came in. he shuffled towards you sheepishly, rubbing the nape of his neck and looking anywhere but you.

• “u-uhm, i’m sorry for shouting at you just now, you wanna put some face packs? i brought some from innisfree over. we can use those and w-watch a movie?”

• you, observing his handsome features that now seem to be more prominent to you: ......

• “i’ll teach you my skincare routine???”

[pierrejax]

HEY HEY HEY! I will be on sooin. I have some stuff top do and I just got home. Please don’t hate me.

[mathiassm]

My Hero Academia's Fights Are Actually Dull - Just a spur off the moment rant/discussion about some stuff I've realised after watching All Might vs All for One, and what fights mean for MHA. Edited by: Bakashift https://twitter.com/BakaShift End Card Design by: Sooin Chung https://twitter.com/SICnanigans http://sooinchung.com/ Patreon: https://ift.tt/2avBlBS -------------------------------------------------------------------------- Follow me on Twitter: http://twitter.com/GiggukAZ Like me on Facebook: https://ift.tt/19zAeuq Follow me on Instagram: https://ift.tt/2uRwVPg

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[sooincwn]

the queen is a bitch  location. spades palace corridor @cwnkijung​​

to say that sooin is upset… is the least of it. she’s kind of furious actually. in fact, she’s never been more thankful for royal advisor lee’s intensive nagging interrupting a moment of time with the king and queen than that moment. because with his sudden burst into their private meeting, she’s finally able to take her leave. she actually almost makes it out of the throne room without a word when the queen calls out to her… staring at her with her deep, dark soulless - ruthless - eyes reminding her of the task she expects to be done.

knowing she can’t handle controlling her tone of anger in front of the queen and king, sooin simply crosses her arm across her chest before nodding in acknowledgement before turning sharply and storming away from the room.

“fucking hell,” sooin growls under her breath as she makes her way down the hall. 

of all the things sooin needed right now, the last thing was for the queen to ask her to follow prince kijung and report on his wellbeing to her by next week. what the hell kind of request was that? after all the rumors she had heard since becoming an elite knight, one had been that the queen didn’t actually care that much for the prince, kijung. she had actually treated another royal more like her legitimate child over him.

at first, sooin didn’t pay it much mind however after the few occasions that she had met the prince, she couldn’t understand why the queen would do such a thing. there was absolutely nothing wrong with him. truth be told, sooin thought he would make a much better ruler than his father (not that she had anything against the king - she much preferred him over the queen anyways) but that was probably because despite kijung’s status, he was actually a decent person. the last thing sooin wanted to do was spy on him. 

sooin’s grumbling over this by herself, turning another corner to head down to the training grounds and beat the shit out of a dummy when she finds herself face to face with the victim - kijung.

her body comes to an immediate halt and she dramatically bows, greeting him, “prince kijung.”

what was she supposed to do? 

she doesn’t want follow him secretly, when really she can just tell him and then spend time doing other stuff while being near him enough to consider it as watching him. should she tell him? he wouldn’t say anything to the queen right? after all, sooin only knew the alleged rumors of how the queen treated him. she didn’t actually know how prince kijung actually viewed his mother. despite her being a complete bitch.

but when has sooin ever been the type to withhold the truth when she wanted to tell it? never, honestly.

with her fingers crossed that this won’t come back to bite her in the ass, she apeaks up.

“prince kijung, if you have a moment,” sooin hurriedly says before he can get away. she scans the entire hallway and peaks around the corners of the ones intersecting perpendicularly before continuing. “there’s something i’d like to speak to you about, privately.”

[chenle-dressed-in-black]

NCT CO QUESTION 0081: who do you think sooin’s best friend is?

↳ Jisung: “Honestly? Her dog, Woody.”

↳ Jaemin: “Seriously, Jisung’s right. Sooin likes that thing more than any of us boys. Except Jeno, who’s her favorite.”

↳ (uncomfortably) Hyojin: “. . . do I have to answer this one?”

↳ Isabelle: “I’d say Jeno. They’re pretty close. Or maybe it’s Syd—she and Sooin have been doing a lot of stuff together recently.”

↳ Jeno: “As much as I do her laundry and keep her company, it better be me!”

↳ Syd: “I don’t think it’s me, if that’s what you’re getting at.”

↳ YangYang: “Not me.”

↳ Sooin: “I don’t have a best friend in NCT CO. I’m close with everyone.”

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Aahh...ikr, it's real fun hyping stuff with someone who knows watchu talking abt, or in this case, made said stuff haha..I was wondering, who do you think is more compatible with Sooin, Doyoung or Haechan? Someone who's as mature as she is and reduces her burden and establishes a very stable relationship, or someone who's her (exact) opposite and brings in a fresh perspective and conjures a fiery passion b/w them ? Would love to know if you free! Love you!!~💚(Btw I'm team Doyoung lmaooo byee)

     I’d have to say Doyoung, but I’m honestly not sure if I’m going to give her any romantic endeavors. Mostly because Sooin is not focused on finding a significant other. She’s satisfied with her loved ones and her career and I don’t think she’s big on complicating things. Maybe far in the future. Who knows?