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[xtajja]

Hey, guys. Wow, it's been a while since I've been here, and I still very much love Daegil, but I'm putting this blog on an indefinite hiatus. Perhaps when subs finally come out for Tazza 2, I'll regain the desire to come log on here. Maybe I'll drop by every now and then. Who knows. I mean, I do very much love T.O.P, and his character does compel me.

Regardless, thanks for having me here. It was a joy to interact with everyone I did. If I don't return, know I've appreciated and still appreciate you guys. But, this may be an early goodbye--Still hope for that Tazza 2 sub release! Only time will tell. ;)

If you unfollow, no hard feelings, though I may pop out of nowhere again. If I do, it'd be a joy to see you again. Thank you.

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And if he were to walk into their apartment at this very moment, he would be greeted by what could practically be considered boughs of tinsel and other green embellishments lining the walls, various tables, and /yes/ even his desk. Though she at least added in some silver and blue decorations to offset it all -- either way it was sure to be a surprise for him.

And surprise it did. With the door clicking shut behind him, Daegil would venture into the apartment with curious eyes and mute awe. Well… The holidays have most certainly arrived, hadn't they? “What’s all this?” he’d wonder aloud with a pinch of laughter, the sound not nearly as nonplussed as it was warm. Speechless. Daegil found his roommate working with the remaining decorations, a hand falling solidly atop of hers. “Hey, I think we’re good… But if you put as much thought in my gift as you did this place, I have to admit, I’m a bit excited.”

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T.O.P for L’officiel Hommes (jan 2015)

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Fingers carefully carding through mussed hair, a single laugh would find itself escaping his lips as he fought to regain appearances. Hardworking, diligent, responsible-- They'd just met, and already she insinuated the best of him. He refrained from answering with a laugh. "Oh, yeah, very hard." But he'd smile all the same, encouraged by the very one she wore so effortlessly. "I won't make any promises, but, I'll see what I can do. Wouldn't want to make you worry. Wouldn't be a good idea stressing you out. It's always the pretty ones..."

She widened her eyes lightly as he suddenly pulled away, wondering if she had scared him off. She smiled lightly at his attempts to explain himself and she shook her head softly. “No..don’t worry. You brought no harm. Your head is not heavy at all.” She chuckled at her own statement before looking at him again. “You must work hard..passing out like that. You need to take better care of yourself especially in the cold days of winter.” It was different, the melody in her voice, how she held herself, and that motherly smile along her naturally reddish lips.

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Reasonable? Him? Now, wasn't that a peculiar word? It was greed that compelled him, and struck ill with the arrogance of youth, no assumption could have fallen further from the truth. It was the folly of his age to behave as no more than a cruel test of patience, and a creature of habit, he would persist in his stubborn role. Poor girl.

"Unfortunately, I'm starving," Daegil complained, feigned and weak. "On the verge of dying if I didn't know any better." A touch of drama never hurt, did it? "But you're stilling willing to hold out on me? And here I thought you were an angel come to in my time of need-" a word that denoted beauty and kindness unparalleled, a miracle in hardship. Smooth criminal. "You had me fooled..."

  ✴✴☾ — ❝ But this is a special lunch… It took me two hours of begging to get Mako-chan to make it for me,❞ she whined pitifully with puckered lips, looking back and forth between the male and the bento box she held in her hands. The thought of giving away the delicious morsels that her friend had made just for her was too much to bare… but maybe they could compromise! Yes, he looked like a reasonable type of guy so just maybe-

                           ❝ I won’t give you my whole lunch, but I wouldn’t mind sharing some of it. But I have to caution you — when you’ve tried Mako-chan’s homecooking there is no going back! It’s just that good, you see. ❞

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He'd felt the faintest rustle and stirred, sleep ebbing into awareness. Glancing over, he'd notice the pull of his zipper, tracing those lingering fingers up to its owner...  "Oh--" Daegil pulled away immediately, wiping at the corner of his lips ( no drool, right? ) as he regained consciousness. "Sorry about that. You know, rough nights... I don't exactly make it a thing to sleep on strangers. Not my go-to for first impressions, bothering people." He half smiled, appearance apologetic. "Well, most of the time."

Xinyuan took the bus to go home tonight and she didn’t even notice the man taking the seat beside her until his head leaned against her shoulder. She looked over at him but seeing he had passed out she held herself back from any reaction, not wanting to wake him up. A small smile curved on her lips as she rose her hand to pull the zipper of his jacket all the way up.

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The bus rumbled along, and through the hum of progress, Daegil slipped into shallow slumber. Exhausted, his body would lean over, head tilting just enough to bring them together. No matter-- It was comfortable enough.

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Oh, he knew how this story went, how it constructed hopes and dreams with words that foretold only disappointment and deceit. He know how it crested into nothing more than despair, how the very pages of such captivating fantasy charred into the ashes of no happily ever after. It prophesied ruin; that was its only promise.  It was a classic fable that worked like the snake's tongue, hissing lies like promises and damnation like beauty; this was no children's tale--it was holy scripture, this boy's collapse one he'd read in his churches and saw in his dreams. Yes. He knew how this story went.

After all, he had lived it - was still living it - and in this boy's eyes was the ink that wove the timeless legend. Shaking his head, Daegil would work on the thread and needle. "Oh, so you're a martyr, huh? Great. I like their stories best," he conversed calmly ( as if to dull the pain ), ordering him still as he pricked through the wound. "You all talk like you're fine, and that's tragic. You're like... Depressing little poems. You were probably some straight-A student in a nice school in a nice home with a nice family and maybe even a nice girlfriend, right?-- Maybe not the last one. Girls hate drama queens." Grabbing a pair of scissors, Daegil snipped away the excess thread. "Now you get drunk or high or beaten up or all three and you say 'it's nothing'. I don't know whether to congratulate you guys or cry for you." But, with a pointed look, he'd confide, "just kidding. I don't cry." And as he moved to bandage the suture, he'd finish with no spite, "got no reason to, but you do. That's what's different about us-- You're all crazy. Me? Well, I didn't fuck up badly enough to hit rock bottom. I was always here."

     Had he been reminded that people cared more about him than just the expectations they said they had, Eungyeol perhaps would’ve never landed himself in such a position, with back against the wall feeling like he faced the firing squad. Had he known that people out there worried more for the young man than the career that he had lost, he would’ve been able to stick through, but it was akin to hearing voices in his head that nearly constantly berated him, telling him about what a damn disappointment he had turned out to be. And like many others, he ended up in such a place where lost souls wandered to potentially be lost to the wind. 

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And it was while he stood in the way of the mirror ( clearly blocking it on /purpose/ ), that she had the best idea to get him to move. Quickly would she just ... stuck her freezing cold hands under his shirt right along his lower back.

There was an air of frustration that she’d exuded, a flurry of agitation that simply warmed his heart. A stranger to regret and compassion ( oh, how cold-blooded ), her fuming rants had always served as some comfort to him; giving her a hard time was quickly becoming a hobby—

“Jesus Christ!—” Quickly, Daegil tore himself away from her touch, the contrast of heat and cold a jarring sensation. Reflexively, he’d grab her wrists as defense, puzzled eyes looking down with great exasperation. “You’re freezing. Seriously, you nearly gave me a heart attack! What’s wrong with you? Why are you that cold?” Then, without warning, he’d drape himself over her small frame, warm hands snaking around the slim of her waist as the two teetered background minutely. Chin dug into the top of her head, the embrace too harsh to be considered 'an act of good will'. “Let me help with that. You might catch a cold. Better safe than sorry.”

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She'd no reason to feel as though she'd wronged; innocent as can be, it was unfounded. So, with a raise of his head, Daegil would look from where he sat, and when she finished her words ( stuttered and careful ) with that mannered tip of the head, the man would provide a perplexed exhale of laughter. Christ. "I'm only joking, so don't start crying. I'll actually start feeling bad." And he meant it. Shaking his head, he jested, "great. Now I feel guilty. What's on your mind, kid? Consider my 'wisdom' a consolation prize-- Just don't give yourself a panic attack. You worry a lot, don't you?"

          she immediately felt guilty for having such bad manners. she didn’t mean any harm by her question — she was just merely curious, for maybe she found out why her peers would run away in terror. waving her hands about, sawako attempted to set things straight ( polite as possible of course. `i—- i didn’t mean it like that ! !i just thought that.. it would help answer a question i’ve been thinking about is all… a-ano—- sorry for the misunderstanding. ` she said, giving a bow of her head in apology. oh, did she feel bad. first she had a lack of manners and now she even caused some misunderstanding.

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"What's in it for me?" was the immediate response, the young man before her looking over with subdued curiosity. And after a moment's glance to the boxed lunch in her possession, it was with some semblance of a grin - more haughty than polite - that he'd say, "give me your food. I'll think about it."

  ✴✴☾ — ❝ Psst, psst. Can I join you?❞           A single finger was extended, pointing at the empty          seat next to them. Lips puckered out in a small pout.

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"Now you're calling me names and accusing me of things? Wow, you certainly didn't get on that list for nothing. And, for the record, I'd consider it less stealing and more... Appreciating what you do for me. I appreciate you, Ten. Really. I don't know what I'd do without you."

   ❝ I do not have an innocent act ! You’re the bad boy, what universe are we living in right now? I let you, a stranger in the beginning, live with me ; that’s a pretty selfless act, and what did you do? steal my dumplings. ❞

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"And the truth finally gets out there. About time, don't you think? That whole 'innocent' act you pull could have only worked for so long..."

    ❝ You have got to be kidding me … ❞

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"Keep dreaming," Daegil challenged, his voice a low rumble that exuded confidence. He had a power problem; coming out on top was an addiction. And as he slipped from his chair, winning hand thrown atop Jiyong's draw, he'd declare, "in fact, you're the worst man I've ever played, but I'll soften the blow and say it's because you've been drinking." Then he huffed - huffed - a delicate laugh, eyes winking with the glint of triumph. Hands on the table, he hunched over, watching. "Are you mocking me thinking you could beat me drunk?" was the question, a corner of his mouth curving upward. "I demand consolation."

He’d been drinking, that much was — well, maybe not obvious, but not completely unnoticeable, either. The way the tips of his ears turned red at any form of teasing from the other would’ve given it away, if the way he had to squint at the cards to see them clearly even with his contacts in hadn’t already. Ah, he had many tells, none of which were anything less than embarrassing. “I don’t suck at it, maybe I’m the best and you’re just playing it wrong. I could be winning and you’d never know.” He managed to set one card upright on the table and slide it towards the center as he spoke, huffing quietly at the second retort and choosing to kindly ignore it. Loser. “Go fish.”

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10 Things You (Probably) Didn’t Know About The Muse ↳ The Best Gambler In Korea

So the purpose of this meme is to give a little info on your muses without having to rely on others to fill your ask with meme questions. I know how disappointing it can be to come back to an empty ask so I wanted to create a meme that anyone and everyone can do (mun and muse). The rules are simple, you do not need to be tagged to fill out the questions, but once you have you must reblog and tag 10 of your followers to spread the love (as well as add a question of your own to the bonus section). You can fill it out as many times as your heart desires (we all know muses can change with their character development.)

TAGGED BY: YUBDOT 10 QUESTIONS:

1. What is your favorite word?: 

Victory. It tells me that I’ve come out on top, and I don’t think there’s anything I like more. What can I say? I’ve got a habit of being the winner.

2. What is your least favorite word?:

Impossible. Failure. Don’t— I’m pretty sure everyone’s got the point that I don’t exactly take ‘no’ for an answer. If there’s something I want to do or achieve, I’ll go for it.

I’m also stubborn, but I’ve heard it’s one of my many charms.

3. What turns you on?:

A girl with confidence. A girl that knows exactly what she wants and does more than just demand it, but takes it. I can’t get over someone like that, someone who’ll tell you right away what’s on their mind, someone who isn’t afraid to do anything to get something.

Passionate… Maybe even bit a of a troublemaker.

4. What turns you off?:

I guess stringency and inflexibility. Come on. Live a little. I don’t even care if you love starting fights or arguments—just give me something to work off of. Besides, I like my challenges.

5. What sound do you love?:

Jazz playing off the radio, the clink of ice in glass, that weird, heavy silence you hear at the dead of night, moaning—

A lot of things.

6. What sound do you hate?:

Loud, industrious noises: trains, cars, machinery-- Stuff like that.

7. What is your favorite curse word?: 

Shit. Pretty much to the point.

8. What profession other than yours would you like to attempt?:

None. I’m very content where I am now, and I’m not leaving until I find some reason to and, even then, that reason better be convincing. I'm a hard one to budge.

9. What profession would you not like to do?: 

Anything that revolves around office work is a nightmare. Boring.

10. If heaven exists, what would you like to hear God(s) say when you arrive at the pearly gates?:

"Figures death is the only thing that shut you up."

Ha.

BONUS QUESTIONS:

1. Something most people don’t know about you?:

I’ve dealt with my fair share of bad men—bad as in ‘dangerous, greedy crooks’ bad. Gambling isn’t all fun and games, you know. There’s shady guys, then there’s shady guys.

2. Sexual Preference?

Women.

3. What position do you sleep in?:

On my side, usually.

4. What if someone told you…you HAD to lose, just this one time?

That’s not happening, but if I’m going down, I’m taking you with me.

5. Greatest fear?

Losing someone I love. Probably failure, too.

6. If you could leave one thing to be remembered by, what would it be?

My reputation, I guess. You can sprinkle in my accomplishments, too, give the masses something to fantasize over.

7. If you were told to choose just one person you could remember if you ever lost your memory, who would it be?

That’d be the person I fall for.

8. Name one thing in your room that holds a special meaning to you.

A deck of cards. Gift from my uncle.

TAGGED MUSES: uisim, kunaihime, hantaehwa, vanxgloria, indoneus, yxhe & anyone else!

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[ SMS: Eungyeol ] Is that the sound of a challenge? [ SMS: Eungyeol ] Don't challenge me.  [ SMS: Eungyeol ] A guy is allowed to be upset from time to time, Eungyeol, but you're upset with me. That's not allowed to happen. That's practically forbidden. [ SMS: Eungyeol ] By the way, which floor do you live on???

【 SMS ; daegil hyung 】 →      you know my campus is closed. you’re going to have a hard time. 【 SMS ; daegil hyung 】 →      you’re so full of yourself to think i’m mad at you. (which i am a little bit so      i guess that’s not far-off) is a guy not allowed to be upset from time to time?

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Alight with humor - what a pitiless man - Daegil would study the bartender with a crisp laugh. The sound struck the heavy silence of the bar, scratchy and rough as it gritted past cracking music. Sir, he was not drunk enough to ignore any word - the swell of intoxication had not reached such a critical potency - but you must aid him in this brave endeavor. 

"My mom? That's pretty thoughtful," the client answered before he took his glass. "So, are you normally this big of a wiseass after someone chooses to be thoughtful?" And Daegil saw the cutting smirk his company wore, surmised immediately that the answer must have been yes. "You've got one hell of a way at showing gratitude. Now, stop trying to kick me out. Honestly, I'm hurt, and think about it: Who else will keep you company?" With the smallest flicker of his eyes, the drunken patron beside him rested in his stupor, babbling incoherently between stages of unconsciousness. Cockily, he'd lean in closer, whispering, "we need each other. Besides, I'm a joy to serve."

"You’re right, it would be." His tone was quite casual, demeanor calm as he continued working on his close. Any bartender who really got picky about how a customer dressed probably wasn’t worth their pay — or anyone with an ego that big, for that matter. Desmond could still hear the slight ringing in his ears now that the loud and steady club music had ceased, a signal that had cleared the dance floor, and ultimately, the building. Well, save for this guy craving soju out of everything who went ahead and seated himself anyways. It was amazing how drunk people could so easily exercise selective hearing.

"That depends. We get some big names in here sometimes…" Desmond began, glancing up as the man slid a whole hundred across the lacquered wood. Pursing his scarred lips slightly, the bartender then finished stacking the bottle that was in his hand before taking the bill up, giving it a cursory glance. This man was desperate for a drink. "All right, all right. Just soju? I’ll even break the bill for the difference just in case you sober up later and realize that you just tipped me this." Despite the sarcasm egging his tone heavily, his lips had already curved into a smirk of amusement as he found the soju, pouring a shot and setting the bottle by the glass. The guy already had paid off the whole thing, anyways. "You planning to take a cab out of here or will I have to call your mom to come pick you up when you’re passed out?"