“ Are you sure I’m fit for the shopping partner spot? Fair warning though, I’ll tell you how great you look in them clothes but also how horrible some of them are going to fit you. So, are you sure you’re ready for that? “ Arms crosses over her chest as she finished her question. She was the type of real critique, after all, most part of her job was to look good and appreciate the things that look good on other without hiding the truth. “ Just tell me when we are we going to be headed there. “
Leveling her with a slightly surprised but still impressed look, his eyebrow arched upwards, interest sparked nearly instantly. “I never took you for such a cruel critic.” He said calmly, an amused edge to his voice. Hyoseob didn’t really need to go clothes shopping – his apartment’s wardrobes were already basically overflowing with a mass of various colors and materials – but he was strangely curious to see the female right in her element: and opting for this kind of activity seemed to be just the right choice for it. Judging by her reaction, it was quite a good (and lucky) guess on his part – even if he knew that she’d for sure have a field day with his taste in clothes.
“It’s fine. Growing up with two sisters makes you grow thick skin, you know? I’m used to women bossing me and my closet around.” They were like any other siblings, with their ups and downs, and he talked and thought about them with both fondness and playful defiance that prompted his lips into a crooked half-smile. “Got some time later in the week maybe? Gotta make some room for new things first. I swear I’ll have to buy a bigger place to live in soon…”
89tys ASKED:
" Brought you higher on the charts? That's not my doing. It's because you're so talented. " // thank you so much for reblogging my ad!
“Look.” Hyoseob said it as if he was bracing himself for an hour long, educational lecture; and it was about to be that, in a way, because some (obvious) things just had to be said.
“You know me, I’m all about that self-gloating and stuff, but even my narcissism knows when it’s just way too inappropriate to be expressed. While I’m somewhere around here maybe,” he gestured with his hand to the level of his own midsection. “You’re way above there.” The arm quickly moved up and over his head, signalling a level of around 185cm (which, if he was being honest, was still not high enough, but he was way too lazy to reach even further up).
“People see your name and click that play button right away, and I seriously can’t judge them for it–it’s the least you deserve for all these years of hard work and talent you possess. Aside from charts booster, you’re pretty much a role model: who knows, maybe one day I’ll boost someone else like you do.” It was a nice thought to have and, somewhere between a realist and a dreamer, Hyoseob did believe that, through long days and even longer nights spent in the studio, he will reach Taeyeon’s level–one say, someday, eventually. He was taught to never give up on either his goals or dreams, and this one just happened to be both.
“Even if I, obviously, won’t ever be as much of a presentable addition to music videos. As hard it is to believe, this face isn’t getting any more beautiful.” A dramatic sigh, hand patting his own cheek; being the funny guy was still what he did best.
random rp sentence starters
- “ What are you doing here? “
- “ I didn’t know you cared. “
- “ Who are you? You look kind of familiar. “
- “ I’m not just gonna sit by and watch while you’re getting hurt! “
- “ I thought you cared. “
- “ What happened to us? “
- “ Hey, watch out! “
- “ You’re not supposed to be in here. “
- “ I care about you, you know! “
- “ You’re lying to me. “
- “ I was lying, okay?! “
- “ I didn’t mean to push you away. “
- “ You know this is a terrible idea, right? “
- “ Don’t lose hope. “
- “ What the hell are you doing? “
- “ I can’t do this anymore. “
- “ You can’t give up, not now! “
- “ I should really practice more often. “
- “ Am I supposed to know who you are? “
- “ Get out of my house! “
- “ I’m not in love. “
- “ You’re always welcome here, you know. “
- “ I really think we should turn around. “
- “ This is stupid, this is so stupid… “
- “ What was that sound? “
- “ Tell me you see that too. “
- “ Come on, get up! “
- “ Wake up, please! “
- “ I can’t lose you too. “
- “ I’m not sure how I’m supposed to react to this. “
- “ I just want to keep you safe. “
- “ You don’t think I’m annoying, do you? “
- “ I don’t want to be a burden. “
saturnisu-deactivated20210818 ASKED:
"i can’t understand nothingness. i can’t understand it and i can’t imagine it."
He had been looking up long enough for the muscles of his neck to hurt, arms resting on the balcony’s rail behind him with full awareness of what would happen if it decided to give up under his weight–no matter the reflexes, he would’ve fallen down, into the very same nothingness they spoke of. It was always the late night, hazy minded conversations that turned in that specific direction: twisted, questioning, full of wonder. (If Hyoseob was honest with himself, he probably liked it that way the most.)
“I think that’s how abstract ideas are supposed to work. It’d beyond our understanding–or imagination.” The smoke that he exhaled was nearly white in contrast to the dark, haunting night, barely illuminated by the dim lights coming from inside the house, distant street lamps and tiny dots somewhere above their heads. He stood on the other side of the terrace, knowing she wouldn’t appreciate the smell of burnt cigarettes right in her face – but the sky above them was all the same, layers upon layers of celestial bodies and the epitome of nothing beyond it. Nobody really knew where the space ended and what was at the very edge of it, just like nobody knew what happened after your brain ceased to function; Hyoseob thought them to be equally the most fascinating and terrifying nuances of life.
“There was a German philosopher–Schopenchauer–who basically thought that the whole space is nothingness and every existence within it was just a small, useless disturbance, small flashes of quickly burning light in the entire, never-ending dark matter of space and time. To him, I was nothing, and you were nothing, and our music was nothing, we have no purpose in the big picture of the world’s existence.”
Although he couldn’t necessarily admit he was agreeing with the man, his body language seemed to fit right in with the words, shoulders shrugging carelessly, like he couldn’t be bothered by the idea–which wasn’t truthful, at all. As someone who really lived his life and experienced it strongly though emotions and giving everything a meaning, the thought hit him quite hard:
what if it all really didn’t matter? What if, despite working so hard on making a difference, he and his life’s achievement weren’t even a single dot on the world’s history’s page?
But he also understood it, in a way; like just another of those things that were beyond his comprehension, yet he could make the sense out of it through brief, imaginary connections and logical thinking. “Sounds sad and scary, right? But look, since he thought that everything is already nothing, he didn’t fear the supposed nothingness of losing someone you love, or death, or the end of the world–or any other metaphoric meaning we might have for it. I think it was kinda smart of him.”
❝ thank you, S♥NE, for giving me My Voice. ❞
❯ GEN/SEMI-LIT & SELECTIVE/SAFE FOR WORK. ❮
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fakedeactivatedbcyahooisapo-blog ASKED:
( kkt ) happy birthday bro
[ kkt ] thank you thank you
[ kkt ] another year i get even more handsome, am i right
[ kkt ] me and my liver are still counting on a proper celebration night tho 🍻🍻
