#spoiledsovls

[nuidity]

😀

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.”

[miimpii]

@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?” 

[nouvelis]

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.”

[thevictoryofthepeople]

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.” 

[phantombs]

[ 📞 ] ‘ 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.”

[ichoriism]

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 :) ‘.

[synchronick-archived]

“ you’re shaking. are you cold ? “ (from gunwoo!)

– ☯ @spoiledsovls | 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐒 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐀𝐍𝐗𝐈𝐄𝐓𝐘:        ↳ 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.”

[ghostvibin]

# (veshye + veswoo uvu)

cellphone headcanons

@spoiledsovls

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

[redsunns]

+ @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.”

[feardrawn]

           ❛    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 

[goldgaze]

  @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.

[jeoseungsaja]

roses are red, violets are blue, sometimes i don’t know why i have to deal with you (hye heirs verse because she’s being a brat LOL)

@spoiledsovls ♚ from x.

"Ah, it seems we're thinking alike, that's exactly what I was wondering as well: Why do I have to deal with you?" And cue him stretching his arm so his palm falls on her head, rubbing it with a tone of playful affection.

[nouvelis]

#  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 👀

[thevictoryofthepeople]

☎ (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.”

[phantombs]

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, 🌟🌟🌟.

[ichoriism]

– minyoung asked him if he was okay and jin shot him a gentle smile and a shrug of his shoulders. each of his brothers had come and gone, all wondering if he was indeed alright. to each of them, jin gave them all his trademark sunny smile and a cookie to sweeten their days. but the truth was there were things making him uneasy. important things were being weighed on a scale today. the base was a future without the person he had come to know so well and from there, two possibilities extended into the horizon, far from his eyesight.

   jin couldn’t reveal what he felt. how could he when there were stars in the other’s eyes whenever they talked about that life away from all they had known. but wasn’t friendship supposed to be about honesty? was jin being fair at keeping all this to himself? he had thought he wouldn’t mind waiting until they came back to reveal what he felt, but it wasn’t like him to be dishonest for too long.  

   dark brown hues settled on the spot on the bar that was reserved for them. countless stories and tears had been witnessed along the past few years. jin had become a silent pillar of support, always ready to wipe sadness away from gentle eyes. but tonight was the last night of the life he had come used to. just then, the doorbell rang and he looked up, finding a familiar face. this sweet smile reserved for them unfolded across his features naturally. ❛ you are here early, ❜ he pointed out, taking out a cup to prepare their drink the way they liked it.

with unnamed ( @spoiledsovls ) ,