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[woochico]

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[woochico]

 jvngrims​

The female paused in her tracks, an eyebrow hitching as she glanced over her shoulder at the other who had just spoken. The corner of her mouth twitched up in a small smirk and she tilted her head backwards just slightly, planting her hand on her hip. “Well, that depends,” she drawled, a mischievous glint in her eyes, “Did it work?” She managed to offer one (or more like half) a flirtatious wink before she spun around to face the other, laughter heaving from her small body as she bent forward, her hands placed over her knees. “Oh god, that was so bad, I am sorry,” she continued with a shake of her head and an embarrassed smile. “I just couldn’t help myself.”

Jiho could only look at her with the most amused expression he could muster. He was genuinely at a loss for words, which wasn’t really out of the ordinary for him - he was the kind of guy to get easily overwhelmed in most social settings. He paused to think her words over, head cocking to the side as his index and thumb finger rubbed over his chin. Jiho shrugged decidedly, “I don’t know. Maybe?” When she winked over at him he lost it, laughing obnoxiously as he slapped at his knee. He didn’t know why he found it so funny, perhaps it had to do with the greasiness of it all. “What was that?” He asked in between strangled breaths, eyes crinkling at the corners. “It’s okay -- I just, wow -- now I forgot what I was going to say.”

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[woochico]

Jiho made her uncomfortable somehow with something that he said and he spent a few seconds too long trying to pinpoint whatever it was. He sighed quietly, knowing that this wasn’t the kind of guy his grandmother raised him to be. Further more, the Korean culture wasn’t one that took too kindly to being so casual with strangers. Jiho bowed his head subtly, “I apologize if anything I said made you feel uneasy. If I do it again, please let me know.” That brought him onto the next topic at hand which only made him laugh a little too loudly at that. He shrugged his broad shoulders, “I know what you mean with the whole trend thing, however, my thing has been with me for a large majority of my life. I don’t know what it is, man. Some people are into breasts, but I’m an ass guy. What can I say?” He shrugged again, not really coming up with any sort of explanation for his preferences. He bit down on the inside of his cheek at her next comment, not really sure how to approach the situation without saying something that would only upset her. Jiho still knew he had to say something to help regardless. “Most models live a miserable life. I dated one for a few weeks and she had a lot of problems spanning from harmless things such as designer label addictions to things as a serious as drug addiction. Consider yourself lucky you didn’t get roped into that.” Jiho nodded, fingers digging into the pocket of his pants for his wallet. “I’ll just pay full price then. It’s no skin off my back.”

In response the only thing Natalya did was blink her hazelnut colored eyes at him blankly, not that she was a prude, she was far from it, but with how she was, with how scary skinship seemed to her and how sick to her stomach made her just the thought about any kind of intimate acts with someone, clearly had lead her to be completely oblivious about such things existing. She read a few things here and there, heard some things but she never chose to dive deeper into what everyone was talking about. ‘’Ah geesh..’’ this time she rolled her eyes with a sigh, actually unamused by his reply ‘’Whats with this tooshie trend going on, people getting famous over having one and people hunting for one. I’ll never understand these trends going on..’’ Natalya spoke, more as if talking to herself. Lips pursed and her gaze now torn away from the others once again, this time lowered down towards the object in her hands ‘’Crazy yeah, nothing that modelling agencies fancy though.’’ her lips that were pursed slowly formed a small pout, a mental slap against her face was pictured inside her head as if to tell herself to shut up already, noone really cared about any sob stories right now. ‘’Well either that or you pay the full price. It’s all up to you.’’

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[woochico]

        ❝ See? I’m not all bad. I’m just super         passionate about the things allowed         in my bed. ❞ He shook his head. 

        ❝ No - I didn’t kick her out after that.         She left on her own accord, I’m just         not inviting her back after that little         stint. I’m so grossed out. I don’t even         eat in my own bed -- am I overreacting? ❞

         ❝ I– alright, I agree that leaving crumbs in           your bed was pretty messed up. I don’t think           I’d call a guy back if he left crumbs on my           bed. But wait– did you just kick her out after           that? ❞

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[woochico]

lhvyi

Hayi stares at him with a blank face, blinking one or twice. “Uh. Thank… you?“ She slightly bows her head, without taking her eyes off the guy. “I guess it’s my shirt. Want to smell it better?“ As she lifts one arm up to the boy’s head, she smiles and tries to catch up with his expression. 

“That was probably really creepy, huh? -- Sorry.” Jiho said with a short laugh. Had the situation been reversed he would’ve felt immensely awkward. He nodded before he could stop himself, thankful that she decided not to kick him for his forward comment. As she lifted up her arm he lowered his head, nose a few inches away from the fabric before he hummed lightly. “What is that? It smells really nice.”

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[woochico]

Send me a ☼ if you’ve been wanting to RP with me but are too shy to ask or start.

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[woochico]

Do not complain. Work harder. Spend more time alone.

Joan Didion, Blue Nights (via vintageanchorbooks)

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[woochico]

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[woochico]

meixzhang

❛ Pft. Too lazy. Reason why I asked the first person I saw. ❜

“Sandwich making isn’t necessarily in my skill set. Making food in general isn’t something I’m good at. I live off of frozen dinners and take out if that explains anything.”

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[woochico]

“I like the pain.” Jiho replied with a soft laugh, although his reasoning would be a little different than most. For him the stinging of the needle served as a distraction from the usual whirlwind that occupied his mind. He was well aware of the underlying hint of self harm but was it the same thing when he wasn’t the one inflicting the pain? “Reminds me I’m real, you know?” He smiled in contrast to everything that was stuck to the back of his brain, a large hand running over the expanse of his forearm for a second. Jiho never got tattoos with wanting the approval of someone else in mind, they were more like casual permanent reminders that served as some sort of morbid self expression. They also alluded to the whole tough guy act when Jiho was truly just a soft cookie. But he silently wondered what people truly thought of them, always did. “I definitely know what you mean there, I’m into the night life so I usually got to sleep late and wake up late. It really screws with my concept of time but I don’t really care for fixing my sleeping schedule if we’re being honest. None of my schedules ever really call for waking up extremely early since I’m in charge of that myself. One of the perks of being self-managed.” He watched her for a few seconds until she pulled her attention from his tattoo and onto him, JIho grinned ever-so subtly. “You happen to be in luck. You caught me on one of my slow weeks.” He nodded, fingers unrolling his bunched up sleeve. “I’m free for a few more hours.”

“No.” Her previous laughter still echoing on her features as she moved closer to get a better look. Having a few tattoo’s of her own she could understand the issue of time; it was the main reasoning for all of the ones adorning her skin thus far being so straight and to the point. “I couldn’t tell you when I got mine apart from the year and where. You would think that the pain would be far more memorable than that. Stapled into the confines of your mind for the long haul. Though if that was the case and we remembered the pain clearly we most likely would never go back. Well, most people would never go back.” Reflexively a hand removed itself from her back pocket to tap the shoulder and rub along the side where her current and only tattoo’s were being hidden by the fabric of her shirt. Bending at the middle she took in the tattoo in it’s entirety. Even without being finished it was obvious there was an artful mastery there; a certain touch. “A while is an understatement. Though that could be entirely on me, since my perception of time these days seems to be all over the place.” Studying the tattoo for the span of a couple deep breaths before righting herself. Looking at him fully now it was becoming easier to spot other more subtle changes to his appearance. Time had indeed managed to get away from her. “I suppose that means we should make time soon to catch up. Unless you’re free now?” 

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[woochico]

❛ I've known you for five seconds but-- make me a sandwich? ❜

“Ah, I would but you see – that’s not my job. Try heading over to Subway.”

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[woochico]

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[woochico]

You know you really love someone, when you don’t hate them for breaking your heart.

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[woochico]

zicool? yeah, no... that sounds like opposite of something cool. keep brainstormin’

i wanna have something original, nam sayin’. maybe like zicool or something.

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[woochico]

he shrugged, “no need to thank me for the truth.” jiho nodded along to her words, head already busy at work as he thought about good places for dinner and drinks. “ah, that sounds simple enough.” he could only smile at her antics, not sure if he should keep pressing or just let it go. jiho couldn’t be sure if she was the kind of girl who internalized these sort of mishaps. “no - i insist.” he shoved his hands into the pockets of his pants, there was no need to glance at his watch because he knew there was nowhere he needed to be. “actually, don’t worry about that. i’m not busy, otheriwse i wouldn’t have asked.” jiho cleared his throat, cocking his head to the side. “so what do you say... join me for some dinner and drinks?”

subin simply nodded. it had only been an hour but as someone who stuck to plans and time schedules well it seemed like a lot longer. she didn’t have the courage to message him or call him to see where he was - subin didn’t want to be that type of person. she didn’t want to chase. looking up at jiho she faintly smiled “thank you, i mean it.” his compliment made her feel warm. she kind of agreed she shouldn’t be embarrassed. in any case it was her date’s loss. “we were just going to go for dinner and drinks” subin said softly, before shaking her head. “no no no! you don’t need to take me - you’re probably busy so don’t worry about it.”

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[woochico]

seoulbin:

 i can’t think of anything else–!

then just call me chico or z.

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[woochico]

hmmmm-- can i call you zicoconut?

okay, so i’ve decided anything BUT that. i hate that joke, every time i’m in a grocery store someone has to bring me a bottle of zico coconut water. it got old real fast. 

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