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The evening I found you the apricot skies erased any insecurities, any anxieties I had left.
Being a member of your friend's beachside wedding party had been more of a hassle than you'd originally imagined. Being stuffed into a fancy outfit, with shoes that you knew would leave you with blisters the next day, though that didn't stop you from having as much fun as you possibly could on account of being a good friend to the happy couple.
You hadn't drank any, due to you being a DD for a few other members of the party, but you were still having a good time dancing with any who came up to ask.
Until one person, one who you hadn't noticed at all throughout the night, the brother to the groom, had stepped in. He walked straight up to you, gently placing a hand on the shoulder of your current dancing partner. The two of you had made eye contact, and immediately you knew.
"May I have this dance?"
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You can never go wrong with a bit of red flush.
Bashfulness was the least common in the world you lived in, because usually those with shyness as their emotion hardly were able to leave home because of their uncomfortable emotion towards others and the outside.
Seokjin was no exception, however he decided his emotion wouldn't stop him from trying his best to live a normal life. Once he finished his military service, even with his emotion still locked in place, he realized even if he didn't find his soulmate, he could still live normally -- or, as normally as possible.
But the stars didn't make mistakes, they determined everyone's soulmates even before they were born, it was a prophecy to behold, and everyone's story was different. Which is exactly why when Seokjin was in the library, continuing his weekly research he did outside of work about the lives of others like him, he was surprised to see a book he had been searching for for months -- but it was always checked out -- gently placed on his table next to all of the other books about those like him. He had began to give up hope, thinking it was checked out by someone only to be forgotten about and never returned; even going so far as to look for it online but there were only seldom few copies.
And then his eyes met yours. The emotional blush compulsion colored his cheeks, only to disappear in seconds. For once he felt surprise, confidence, relief, happiness -- all of the above.
"Its- its you? Here?"
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If you stop caring, you're jaded. But if you care too much, it'll ruin you.
"Hey- you dropped your-"
"Keep it. Not like I need it anyways."
You furrowed your brow, looking down to the phone in your hands, trying to get the man's attention seemed to be like talking to a brick wall. He didn't even know what it was he had dropped, but with his back to you, it made it even more personal to be cast aside when you were only trying to help.
You swiped up on the phone to find that it wasn't password protected, and you had a better idea rather than to let your anger get the best of you. You typed in your number and saved it before calling yourself. Saving your phone number under "Sweetest Stranger Ever For Returning My Phone", you had waited until just before the man had stepped off the subway platform and you jumped forward to shove his phone into his pocket before rushing back to your spot.
He turned around, probably to say something indignant or rude, but the moment you two made eye contact you felt the rush of emotion between the two of you. His eyes widened, and went to go rush for you -- just as you had for him but the subway doors had closed just before.
"I will find you, I promise-!"
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You're just too saccharine, you're too sweet.
"Do you know what the different colors of roses mean in a relationship?" He inquired, looking up at you. You knew each type of rose had a different sentiment depending on who gifts it to you, but the direct definitions were at a loss for you. So when you shook your head, Namjoon merely smiled.
Without missing a beat, he continued. "Red means love, white means purity, pinks have... many different meaning, depending on the shade of pink." He twirled the one in his hand, before passing it to you. "The deeper pink it is, the deeper the feelings for that person." He finished, before standing up.
"Hopefully I have no worries my soulmate will be gifted a deeper pink by anyone else but me."
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Ah, there's the little sunspot.
That was all that Hoseok would hear, his inability to express any emotion other than happiness was sometimes more of a curse than he could let on. Someone who could only show happiness around everyone was seen as a doormat, since anger couldn't flow freely through them nothing could be done if one chose to do what they wanted.
All Hoseok wanted, all he wished for, was to meet his soulmate. Of course because he wanted to know who the stars had willed him to be with for the rest of his life, but also because he wanted the curse to be broken of his consistent happiness. His cheeks always ached from the smiles, his eyes had always been crinkled from a grin. He loathed social situations and thrived in solitary because it meant he didn't need to be happy.
Until he saw you. His overwhelming happiness that normally reared it's ugly head in public slowly turned into a blissful dull feeling in the back of his mind before disappearing altogether. Now, when he was happy, it was only with you.
"You are my sunspot."
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I've never fallen from quite this high, falling into your ocean eyes
"I cant think of anything I wouldn't do to not give this up."
Yoongi's eyes scanned the shores, what once was bleak, meaningless, depressed grey sand and dark waves, now erupted into brilliant blue shores. Sadness had been replaced with an overwhelming flow of emotions: happiness, relief, surprise, any emotion that countered Yoongi's typical sadness had replaced it, and the man didn't even realize he was crying until you had wiped a stray tear from his cheek.
"I always thought that whole 'soulmate' thing was a bunch of bull-" he looked at you, cradling your face in his hands, "but instead its shown me I would rather spend the rest of my life in hell than to feel that sadness again."
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Y'ALL LEMME PUT YOU ON SOMETHING THIS RP IS SO WELL MADE COME JOIN!!!!! I KNOW I AM~
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Seoul City KRP Carrd
SEOUL CITY KRP WILL OFFICIALLY OPEN WHEN WE HAVE 20 APPLICATIONS.
Current App Count: 1/20
Enhypen Jay
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Seoul City is a literate, slice-of-life, Mewe-based, AU KRP set in current-day Seoul where your muse can be whoever they want to be!
Rules, Masterlist & Application >> here <<. If you have questions, please message our ask box. We hope to meet you soon!
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Seoul City is a literate, slice-of-life, Mewe-based, AU KRP set in current-day Seoul where your muse can be whoever they want to be!
Rules, Masterlist & Application >> here <<. If you have questions, please message our ask box. We hope to meet you soon!
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Seoul City is a literate, slice-of-life, Mewe-based, AU KRP set in current-day Seoul where your muse can be whoever they want to be!
Rules, Masterlist & Application >> here <<. If you have questions, please message our ask box. We hope to meet you soon!
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Seoul City is a literate, slice-of-life and university blend, Mewe-based, AU KRP set in current-day Seoul where your muse can have a part time job, start your own business, be a student at Seoul Arts University, or all three!
Rules, Masterlist & Application >> here <<. If you have questions, please message our ask box. We hope to meet you soon!
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Dialogue tips that actually work:
You are not writing a movie (ignore this if you are). The reader doesn't need to know every word the characters say for the duration of the story. Less is more.
Dialogue can happen within the prose. "And they awkwardky discussed the weather for five minutes" is way better than actually writing five pages of dialogue about the weather.
Balance your dialogues. Surprise yourself with a monosyllabic answe to a dialogue that's ten sentences long. Don't be afraid of letting your character use half a page for a reply or nothing at all!
Don't write accents phonetically, use slang and colloquialisms if needed.
Comma before "said" and no caps after "!?" unless it's an action tag. Study dialogue punctuation.
Learn the difference between action tags and dialogue tags. Then, use them interchangeably (or none at all).
Don't be afraid to use said. Use said if characters are just saying things, use another word if not. Simple. There's no need to use fancy synonyms unless absolutely necessary.
Not everyone talks the same way so it makes sense for your characters to use certain words more often than others. Think of someone who says "like" to start every sentence or someone who talks really slow. Be creative.
Use prose to slow down the pace during a conversation.
Skip prose to speed up the pace during a conversation.
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Ringing sounded, followed by rushing water to his ears, Jimin staring up at his younger brother with a look indescribable. A mix of emotions -- all hitting him at once.
Anger. Pain. Disbelief. Surprise. Fear. Pride.
In their line of work, death was always one hundred percent guaranteed. Even those within the lowest levels of power came to understand that lives were limited and only came once -- might as well live your life to the fullest and rise the ranks as quickly as you can. The higher your position, the more protection you received, the more indispensable you were, the more likely you were that you'd be kept around.
For the eldest brothers of the Busan Mafia, however, it came much quicker for one than the other.
Warmth pooled at Jimin's abdomen, freely coating the black material of his button up, leaving a shine in the low lights of their penthouse balcony. His words were strained, eyes searching his brother's for an answer to so many questions.
"You'd shoot your own brother? I didn't think you'd have it in you."
History was always doomed to repeat itself, the struggle of those in power to have it all -- to rise to the top and secure that position.
Jimin was the eldest son of the leader for the Busan Mafia. He showed promise, as did his predecessor so many years ago -- regal, intelligent, well skilled in the ways of his environment and how to deal with other gangs and lower level mafia that threatened to challenge their own. He knew when to speak, and when to stay silent, rather letting his actions speak for him.
Jungkook was the youngest son, and so very competitive. He always challenged his father's rule, and often went against his orders to prove he was strong enough to represent the family. He was hot headed, and sick of always coming in second place to his eldest brother. With his father in midst of stepping down, it was a power grab for who would take the position of leader.
Jungkook refused to come in second to his brother this time. The final time.
"Hyung.. you left me no choice." Jungkook breathed out through bated breaths, his hands curled around the gun as he looked his older brother dead in the eye. "We both cant be the leader. I deserve it! I've worked harder than you ever have!" He refuted, his voice coming out broken and hurt.
"Father.. Father would have chosen you, Jungkook." Jimin reached out to grasp for Jungkook's arm, wanting his brother close to him in what felt like it would be his final moments. He had so much to say, even when Jungkook scoffed and threw the gun away in his anger. "Father wouldn't have chosen me, Hyung, you know that-"
Jimin gripped on to Jungkook's collar, between that and the hold on his arm it being the only thing keeping him standing. The world was blacking out on the edge of Jimin's vision, he knew he wouldn't be conscious much longer as his legs began to give. "I stepped down.. I- I told father you would take my s-spot."
Jungkook was floored, he wouldn't believe it - couldn't believe it. Why would his brother do something so selfless like give up the highest position of power in the mafia, the leader?
Memories of the two flooded Jungkook's head, of their time growing up together. When Jimin would give Jungkook extra pieces of boiled egg or meat in their food without him having to ask. When Jimin would take the beatings their father dished in Jungkook's spot when he would misbehave. When Jimin stepped down from asking a girl out because Jungkook had a crush on her. So many memories of Jimin giving the world to his brother, being selfless, being a good big brother to him.
And this was how he repaid him?
With a bullet?
Jungkook had grasped the severity of the situation and it was like everything had hit him at once. Pain. Regret. Humiliation. Anger at himself. All plunging into his heart like bullets of their own as he fell with his brother to the ground in his arms.
He picked up his phone, dialing the number of the bodyguard Namjoon who oversaw both brothers closely, yelling at him to call an ambulance, and he cradled Jimin to his chest as he felt the weight heavy on his chest of what he truly had done.
"Someone- some-, someone will have to run father's c- company-" Jimin whispered, and Jungkook shushed him, "stop- don't speak, don't. Help is coming- Joon is bringing help!" Jungkook held pressure to Jimin's hand over the wound, hoping to any God listening that he would be okay, he would make it, that he hadn't hit any major organ. He wanted to take it back, he swore he'd give his soul to take it back. "Kook-ah," Jimin whispered, tasting copper in his mouth as he coughed.
"Long live the King."
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Can beauty come out of ashes?
"All my life, I was able to live without worry, anger, sadness, hurt -- all of the negative emotions, I didn't have to deal with. My world was grey, I felt nothing." You felt like a trapped animal in a corner, stuck with nowhere to turn other than to face the man before you.
"And then I met you." His voice was like venom, hurt and betrayal lacing his words that you couldn't even begin to understand. "Its like my whole world has gone up in flames... and nothing is left to pick up the ashes."
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"Did you hear? Upstairs, they just opened up a new antique shop! It's part of the café."
"Antique? Don't you just mean junk that other people didn't want anymore? Antique's are basically just pricier thrift shops."
Part of you felt annoyed by the girls ahead of you in line, as well as how they spoke about the new addition to the upstairs of your usual café; the owner had been quite excited about it, ranting and raving about it for weeks before the opening.
And here they were, talking down about it without even visiting the inside.
You shrugged it off, stepping forward when it was your turn and ordering your usual drink. You paid and tipped well, as you usually did, and told the barista to hold you drink as you'd be back to drink it once you finished visiting the upstairs antique shop.
You traveled the stairs and were in awe of how much work had been put in, barely remembering to greet the owner who'd stayed upstairs to run the antique shop. From button collections to coins, old clocks and dolls and other oddities were beautifully displayed, and after looking around for a little bit, you noticed a golden lamp.
It had a price tag reading '10,000 KRW' and you were confused as to why it was so cheap. However, just as you were ready to walk away, it seemed to call to you, beckoning you closer. 10,000 KRW later, you were heading home with the golden lamp in a paper bag and your drink from the café in your other hand with one instruction. Don't rub the lamp.
Sitting across from it on your couch, you laughed incredulously, shaking your head at the owner's warning before picking it up and using your sweater sleeve to get some of the dust off. "'Don't rub the lamp', what? Is a genie gonna pop out or something?"
Wrong choice.
Smoke emerged, and before you stood a handsome man with golden cuffs on his wrists and a suit with a knowing smile affixed to his features.
"I don't think it's necessary for me to give the whole 'you have 3 wishes' spiel is it?"
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