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random symbol meme. ╱ accepting! Send 😀 for the receiver to explain why they’re smiling.
(Yo bro, who got you smiling like that?)
Oh, was he smiling?
Well, that's embarrassing–almost as embarrassing as the giggle that escapes past his lips. Like, a little kid after learning a dirty secret. Guess that's the price to pay after pulling out his phone when the two were supposed to be hanging out, catching up after months of occasional “how are you's” and otherwise radio silence because they were both busy people. Adulting is hard, and despite the years spent doing so, Jaeho still has no idea what the fuck he's doing.
He pockets his phone then, schooling his expression to look somewhat calm and aloof, despite the inner turmoil in his mind to look! As if he hadn't just received a collection of (read: scandalous) photos that would last him for days on end. Jaeho’s definitely going to get a good night’s sleep tonight.
“It’s because it’s–” Think, think, think. “–laundry day today. Yeah, y’know, nowadays I get super excited about putting in a new load in the wash and the, uh–smell of fresh sheets and clothes and... stuff.”
#JAEHO. ╱ interactions.#spoiledsovls#jaeho's mind: it's not /completely/ a lie bc i /am/ gonna end up doing laundry tonight hahahaha :sweats:
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@spoiledsovls [ cont ]:
"yeah, yeah." the scenery was offputting. as much as it wanted to present itself as a safe haven full of flowers and butterflies, the aura that jaehyun was picking up had told him a different story. in a protective manner, his arm stops ryo from walking any further. "you know, looks can be deceiving." the energy was heavy in a place so light, of course they had to be careful. sometimes, ignorance was bliss and in this moment, it could lead them to getting hurt. or even worse, their death. his free hand reaches for the base of his blade, feet pressing into the ground to prepare. "are you sure you don't feel that? i feel.. as if there is a heavy burden at my shoulders." he takes a deep breath, stepping back while bringing ryo with him. "we're on the hunt for demons who had taken away the lives of the innocent. i doubt we can walk without being on edge."
THE scenery before them, although seemingly serene and surreal to normal eyes, was rather suspicious. Even the medium could feel there was something off with their surroundings the moment they stepped into the abandoned home. But despite the wariness of the place, Ryo figured it was only getting to their heads the more they overanalyze the situation at hand. But as she was about to move forward, Ryo was stopped by Jaehyun before she looked at him with her lips pressed. “What if we’re overthinking about this, Jae?” She asked curiously while staying close to him, the tension seemingly getting heavier the longer they stayed. “What if everything here was well protected from demons, which explains how the flowers are not tainted? What if this is a safe spot for us?”
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continued from here, ft. yoo hyejung @spoiledsovls.
"because it feels like the world is always against us, huh?" hyejung leans in to give her girlfriend a soft kiss, capturing her face as her eyelids slip to a close. "don't worry. i've always felt like the world flipped upside down for me when i met you. in a good way, i mean." let's not fight today. is what she was saying to herself in the back of her head. this is why she asked seoah to be her partner in the first place. there were times where it felt like they were the wrong pieces, unable to fit with each other and days like this-- this was the confirmation that hyejung needed. the reassurance that they were the pieces that were meant to be placed together.
"just get your mind off of them for now." she tilts seoah's chin so that they can lock gazes. "focus on me for a few hours, hm?"
it has been so many years since she’s stepped into this industry, yet sometimes it still eats her alive. the expectations that fall on her shoulders, the critique over her every move. she knows enough to tell that all praises are only temporary and it’d be a fool’s move to believe any of it can last forever. it is a hopeless case, hoping to feel embraced for all that she is when perfection is the only thing acceptable. but it has never felt like that when she’s with hyejung. she isn’t demanded to be better, to be more than who she is. at least that’s how she felt until recently, before the fights came and left cracks in their hearts. but they will survive it, won’t they? she doesn’t dare to think otherwise.
seoah softens from the kiss, trying to savour this moment. “thank you for putting up with this.” thank you for putting up with me. with all the nonsense that comes with dating someone in the spotlight, all the hiding and lying. it’d be easier, being in love with someone else, but love has never been a choice. these are the last few hours she’s left before she has to return to relentless practice for the upcoming concerts, before it’ll be even harder for them to meet. her phone rings, she waits for it to pass and prays that it doesn’t ring again. it doesn’t. their gazes lock and her heart breaks again. “okay.” she nods at the words that sound too much like a plea. a hand raises to touch hyejung’s cheek, remembering how the last time she did this, it was cold to the touch with tears. she presses a kiss against her lips, before she buries her head on the nape of that soft, pretty neck. “i wish i could stay here forever.” another peck before she leans again. “you make the best pillow.”
#( click source link for more heartbreak </3 )#seoah ft. hyejung.#spoiledsovls#seoah ft. hyejung — thread ii.#seoah — threads.#queued.
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THE LONELY HEART STARTER | JUNSUN & JAEHYUN · · · · · FOR @spoiledsovls ( CLOSED STARTER )
· · · · · Late, late, late - he’s running to the studio at this point. He doesn’t even know what’s going on anymore, the scene around him a blur as he zooms through the front door and through the lobby. He hears people calling his name but he ignores everyone, speeding along. But in his haste, he bumps into someone. “Oh shit! Sorry, I didn’t-” He pauses. Is he really that sleepy...he swears the other has the same face as him. He rubs his eyes but their face remains the same. “Um...are- why- you have the same face as me.”
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🍒 (for a muse of your liking ^_^)
fruity headcanon meme : @spoiledsovls : accepting
🍒 : how much does my muse value companionship? do they constantly keep people around them, or do they prefer to be alone often? do they have or desire to have many friends? do they see every meeting as an opportunity to make a new friend?
In both a general and romantic sense, he’s pretty neutral about it in the grand scheme of things. While he prefers to be around people, they have to be people he respects or cares for. If the people around him won’t give him the attention he wants, he’ll either find it elsewhere or go off on and do his own thing. I wouldn’t say he particularly cares if he has heaps of friends because, again, the friends he already has are all he really wants. He’s not opposed to making new friends, but he doesn’t view every meeting as an opportunity to make one. If he connects with a stranger (or views them as someone worth respecting) then cool. If not, he’s not bothered and won’t spend any more time on them.
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[ 📞 ] ‘ you’re important. don’t forget that. ’ (from yuxuan :3)
*Phone Call Prompts: still accepting.
How thoughtful of him. Cường squats there fixing his motorcycle, oil smeared filthy about his cheeks, but it’s endearing, those flattering words, patient and considering and settling in his gut. Cường wipes his hands clean. He smells of sun and engine exhaust, but he gleans those sugars of bloomed honeysuckle, too, parked as he is where a handful have unfurled quaint. But it’s a coincidence. A fluke. Humming away, Cường grabs his sun-warmed wrench. "And what if I did?” Dote-r? Fingers curled tight, what stark veins lick his arms rise up flush emeralding under the afternoon sky, and his palms drag on callously. He works hard, his body pocked with the aging tells, with pruning flowers and concocting salves beside god knows whatever else--but small things, always, and humble, too. ‘Important.’ Cường agrees, because no one would care, but-- “What if I did forget? Don’t remember?” What would you do? Silence settles. The dreamer turns about, sweaty, and his bangs spill as he plucks that cap off his thinking, whisper-filled head. Yuxuan waits. He thinks again: honeysuckle. I smell honeysuckle. “The things you say? Don’t. Don’t say them if you can’t offer more.”
#spoiledsovls#( ask. )#well starboy#well STAR CHILD what#what would u do#how do u show someone theyre important#cuong: pls im dying to hear ur take
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🤍 LOVE TRAIN! SEND THIS TO ALL THE PEOPLE WHO DESERVE LOVE! DON'T FORGET TO SPREAD THE LOVE! 🤍
random love in the inbox! ( always accepting ) + @spoiledsovls
look who it isssss ♪ it’s crisssss!!!
i wanna say how dare you but honestly i appreciate the shit out of you thinking of me. i know it’s been like, what? a year? maybe two by now? since we started writing together, but i have loved and continue to love all your muses and the crazy amount of work and effort you have poured into them. it’s no joke when i say EVERY SINGLE TIME i see park shinhye now, i think about you immediately - which honestly, given what a badass she is, is a big compliment! you’re a sweet soul, and this is me sending you back some major fucking hugs, ok??? big love! big kisses!! big everything!!! you deserve it!
#spoiledsovls#❝ ooc ❞ ┆ mun answers ┆ if no one's putting numbers on the board !#❝ saved ❞ ┆ beautiful moments ┆ so put your fire up in the sky !
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continuation of x ( @spoiledsovls )
– minjae smiled at the last message received. glasses hung dangerously low on the bridge of his nose and paper balls were scattered across his desk. the light from his laptop’s screen had been gone for a good while without any care. the day had started in a slow daze. minjae had been working on a set of short stories for a few days now. even when he was usually diligent with his collaborations for magazines and specials, when winter neared, most of his drive disappeared behind him and left to a corner to collect dust.
these days though, he barely remembered winter was close. whiskey hues looked up to find the clock on the opposite wall. thirty minus seven meant it was time to get up and move and he did so with the same soft demeanor that had accompanied his day after the few messages exchanged through it. he had been in contact with that man –– gunwoo ––. the same one who had bright, earnest eyes and a cute little smile.
the writer knew better than getting too involved this early, but he indulged in the thrill of an attraction he hadn’t felt in a good while. he liked what he saw, liked to see what his words did to the younger man, and he wanted to see more. he also enjoyed his company and exchanging ideas and interesting lines had been a bonus he could rarely get in the circles where he moved. gunwoo was a breath of fresh air –one he wasn’t ready to let go just yet.
minjae looked at the building before him head tilting a bit as he read the number on the side and compared it to the address he had received. ❛ so this is it, ❜ he told himself, smiling after writing a quick ‘ i’m here :) ‘.
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“ you’re shaking. are you cold ? “ (from gunwoo!)
– ☯ @spoiledsovls | 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐒 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐀𝐍𝐗𝐈��𝐓𝐘: ↳ TAOJIN & GUNWOO
It was a simple enough question. Normal people would have been able to answer it easily and without giving much thought. But for TAOJIN? Of course not. It was anything but. He was always cold. His blood circulation was poor, and the small amount of calories he got wasn’t enough to sustain his internal temperature. His fingertips were icy, and his nose was numb. It was only getting worse now that summer was coming to an end. But no. It wasn’t the reason he was shaking.
True, his body was in a constant state of motion. He was always trembling in some way or another - a safety protocol his subconscious had begun to warn of low blood sugar and increase blood flow. But in this moment, that wasn’t it either. In this moment, there were simply too many people.
“O-oh? Um, no, um, I’m okay.” The pale boy managed to stammer out, looking a bit shocked by the question. He shoved his hands into his hoodie pockets in an attempt to show the other he didn’t need to check for proof. “Don’t worry, okay? Um.. I think I just need to leave.”
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# (veshye + veswoo uvu)
cellphone headcanons
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헤헤😝 ( contact picture ) 🎶 STAYHERE. - thisisneverthat
> new abandoned place, you down? > [media attached] > yes, it’s almost night time > but that’s the best time, ain’t it?
군우 누구? ( contact picture ) 🎶 창모 - METEOR
> can you stop by the studio > when you can? > no don’t write this down > these aren’t lyrics > i just need an opinion on smth > I SAID STOP WRITING IT DOWN
#spoiledsovls#the way veshye is hella chill#then we have veswoo where ves#contemplating his life choices#at the fact he gotta remind gunwoo#These. Aren't. Lyrics.#ves: i feel like everything i say are possible lyrics to you#gunwoo: possible. everything lyrics. * jots down * uh huh#ves just slowly ready to grab the nearest book to smack gunwoo upside the head with
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+ @spoiledsovls
“this is serious to me. please take this seriously.” like, yeah, seo knows replacing her sister’s laundry because she actually dyed it black by washing a new pair of jeans with it, but it’s her fault! and she very well can’t force hyo to find a new wardrobe when she’s stressed already. so seo holds up her phone, showing them one of the many photos she’s taken of the ruined clothes to find a replica of. “this is her favorite dress. this is the most important.”
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❛ 𝐃𝐎 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐘 𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐀 𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐘 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐈’𝐕𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 ? ❜
his expression slickens , a dawned edge sharpening at the corner of his jaw . too many times he’s heard such words . i’m just trying to save the world , you’d understand and perhaps he would if not for his life being the thin line between such an act and potential devastation . each time , he’d say , ended poorly for the one that spoke such words ; they’d not had the chance to save the world , at least not with the act of driving a dagger into his chest or whatever means they’d use to attempt the destruction of the cambion .
he finds an uncertainty here , whether or not those words are intended to be a threat or some sort of plea and settles upon them with a gentle sigh , fingers dragging across his hair as he considers whatever may come from this conversation , having decided immediately it could go either way and yet still , taemin stands tall , a brow perked in mere curiosity . ❛ perhaps you could do us both a favor and elaborate a little bit , how is it you think you will save the world , hm ? ❜
@spoiledsovls said ❛ if i told you i’m trying to save the world , would you believe me ? ❜ (from jaehyun c:) // shadow & bone
#spoiledsovls#« spoiledsovls » park jaehyun#« inbox » answered#« post » interactions#« this holy ground burns my feet !! » verse 〈 main 〉#taemin : if i had a dollar ..#also wondering if he's going to try and kill him and i think that amuses him#cocky bastard
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@spoiledsovls based off this post | jaehyun
the world of business is beastly, gruesome & ruthless & unkind. sungji has come to know its nature well, to navigate its chaos & danger. it is only natural to develop enemies in her line of work- one where failed mergers & unfavorable negotiations can mean the difference in millions. although the years have gifted her with the skills & experience to triumph in such circumstances, it has also painted a target on her back, one which the new ceo takes seriously. ❛ i don’t see the need to go to such extremes. ❜ she sighs, perched on the couch of the ceo’s office, all but ignoring the presence of the hired muscle across from her. ❛ i am used to the threats, so one person has gotten bold enough in an attempt to act on them? i don’t think a single incident should warrant this. ❜ she motions to the security, her displeasure for such excess on her otherwise stony features.
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# CELLPHONE TOUR / PAK SEOAH — VII.
how many alarms they have set: just one, she is a light sleeper.... except on days where she is exhausted from staying up too late, then she can sleep for hours straight and no one can find her
their favourite app(s) to use: pinterest for inspiration, also watches youtube a lot — animal videos, cooking videos that are far too aesthetically pleasing to be true, etc. netflix too, sad romantic dramas to cry her eyes out... hye pls stop her
their most used app(s): she is not on her phone too much, usually busy with her own projects and sketchbooks, she uses imessages the most to keep in touch with others
someone they have blocked: a former colleague that wouldn’t stop bothering her, sometimes her brother when he’s really mad at her lol... she’s about to block him now actually
the last person they texted: hyejung, because she just messed up real badly :^) what do you mean jae and her just broke up two weeks ago? ft. seoah and her brand of bad decisions... shoutout to hye for always being there for her no matter how fucked she is tho
soft headcanons: pic of jae and her on a cute date by the river on a cosy autumn day. they had a picnic and did cute things like him playing with her hair when she read with her hair on his lap... what do you mean she has to change the wallpaper now that they’re not together anymore?? who’s to say this breakup is permanent, huh??? do u wanna start a fight????? ( no she’s too smol she’ll just cry )
requested by @spoiledsovls 👀
#seoah — abstractions.#answered — memes.#edits.#( ofc i gotta include some seohye in there too.. Gives me Life )#spoiledsovls#queued.#seoah ft. jaehyun.
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☎ (let's say hye witch verse to a muse of your choice!)
SEND A SYMBOL FOR A CORRESPONDING PROMPT/STARTER. | MEME OPEN ✿.。.:* ☆:**:. winter ask - for hyejung | @spoiledsovls
[ ☎ ] my muse calls yours in tears.
Sleep, wonderful sleep… only to be broken. Phone screen lights up accompanied by the shrilling ring of whatever tone she had defaulted to. Blurry vision and fumbling fingers reach over. With one more yawn, she answers though she quickly pulls it away from her once she hears the cries and labored breathing. It takes a moment for her brain to fully catch up with what’s happening, but as soon as it does, the panic settles. “Hey, hey, hey!,” she exclaims. “What’s going on? Why are you crying? Where are you? I’m on my way.”
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He has learned, in all his long, peculiar years, that nothing is ever so impossibly strange. Nothing at all. And so, his pen stops short on his opened journal, scraggly Vietnamese jammed in its untidy corners half-erased and palm-smeared, and his gaze settles lazily on this man with the freckles, all ginger and dainty and dusted on his cheeks-- Every time, here, arranged different every café Wednesday. How strange, yes. Huh. Cường drops his pen and eyes his table-neighbor. “You know, they thought them birthmarks for those people that spell-talk, those people with freckles like yours. Magic, in other words. They thought they had magic. What do you think. Magical, are you?”
@spoiledsovls, 🌟🌟🌟.
#spoiledsovls#mafgical freckle star boy???#i did it dont @ me#cuong: more weird introductions at 12#hes gonna start thinking he DRAWS his freckles on at this point
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