Orhan Pamuk, The Art of Fiction No. 187 (via theparisreview)

Send me ☤ and my Muse will tend to a small injury that yours has

(via xxwoobin)

During the past three years living here, I had just one goal. To be an upstanding member of society. If you asked me whether that was my dream, I can’t say. But that’s what I wanted to be. Even though today was tiring, it was satisfying.

I feel… a little bit like an upstanding member of society.  

sleuthara           It had only a short few days since Jieun had flown into town, her small cat Jiji by her side. She had brought enough food with her to last for another day or so, but Jieun decided to stop by the store anyway, just because she knew how much Jiji could eat.  The automatic doors of the small, corner of the street grocery store closed behind Jieun as she stepped inside the warm business. She shrugged out of her jacket, draping it over her arm before jutting her head to the side, motioning for the black cat by her side to follow her. Jieun was know back home for being a bit ditsy and clumsy, so she wasn’t shocked herself when she felt herself bump into another figure, causing her to stumble back slightly.                                          ❝ Oh! I’m so sorry! ❞

Ara stared at the broken bottle of sesame oil on the ground, the contents having spilled onto the floor and splashed onto her jeans and shoes. It was a good thing that she had been heading home and could get changed soon because the pungent smell was threatening to get stuck in her nose. "It's fine," she muttered, not turning to look at the culprit right away, preferring to call for the nearest employee. "It's no big deal," she shrugged as she finally turned toward the girl, waiting for an employee to come so that she could help clean up. "I'll just, clean this up and grab another one." 

The detective had had a long day at work, and just wanted to get home, but she'd had never been one to get bogged down by situations like this, preferring to just shrug them off. It was an accident after all.

Yea- exactly! ⟮ “ he laughed  ⟯ We’re pretty close, despite how my complaints make it look. I only talk bad about him just to get on his nerves, is all. Maybe you can come by one of these days and we can watch the movie together, yea? Popcorn provided. 

"That sounds great." She agreed, index finger tapping on her bottom lip in thought, "Let me just have a slow...er week at work and we can set something up. I'll buy you guys dinner!" She raised her palms as if forfeiting something, "I'll leave the movie choice to you because I've been so out of the loop lately." 

"Well..it took me eight years to master it." Indeed, he was being honest. Giving off a little huff, He brushed himself off as he stood up, facing her with his thumbs stuck in his pockets. "I can’t really give you a demo. It would look stupid if I did it all by myself since it’s a defensive type of martial arts." He explained as he slowly made a few movements that went with words he uttered for good measure. "It’s all thrusts…and pushes..and dodges…and throws.."

Ara snorted, watching him move about before nodding, "Fine, I'll let it go. You're good with excuses." She looked up at him from were she was sitting, a mix of curiosity and playfulness in her expression, "Quick question. Was all that muttering for show? Because I don't think you actually did... much." She was joking of course, in fact she'd done a little Karate when studying in Japan and at the police academy, and she knew just how ingrained and important words could be in martial arts. Still she liked to mess around, that was a very effective way to get people to talk.

Shooting the female acquaintance a judging stare, Woongjae expressed a little snit as he threw himself on the couch. “You know damn well that I’m not talking about the museum.” He comments, giving her a knowing look, signifying that he was referring to his undercover job as a mediator. At the mention of both dishes, he made a cheshire-esque grin with his lips. “That sounds awesome, oh man. If you know a good delivery service, the telephone is at your disposal.

"No idea what you're talking about," Ara smiled, faking ignorance as she pulled out her phone from the pocket of her coat and took a seat on the couch. Fingers nimbly scrolling through her contacts, "The sunbaes at the office are obsessed with take out, and I'm often the one that get's to call these places. I really need a few more newbies to boss around." Dialing a number, she was swiftly connected to the other line, raising two fingers in the air as she spoke to ask Woongjae if two servings would be alright, before she placed the order. "We have 25 minutes to kill--" She pressed her lips together, realizing what she'd just said and finding it stupidly amusing. "Not literally."

Laurell K. Hamilton, A Stroke of Midnight  (via seouliloqvies)

( ˘ ³˘)♡.

Absolutely, I still read. Some binge reading might actually do some good, now that you bring up the idea. Watching a few doesn’t sound too bad either. It just depends if I can snag the television at the right time, since my roommate sometimes hogs it for video games. 

"Are you and your roommate in a love hate relationship, because you always complain about him, but you still keep him around. Don't you?" She grinned, shaking her head slightly. "I've been meaning to go and watch 'Gone with the Wind,' because I used to be a huge Bada fan as a kid, but I haven't had the time."

⟮ “ he can’t help but laugh, grinning cheekily as he folded his arms. Willing to admit that he had been a little lazy for some time— or more  ⟯ Hey, I haven’t been wasting it intentionally. People sometimes feel less inspired to work, and with me lately that’s been the case. I’m not all just for sitting on my ass.

"Come on! that sounds like you're making up excuses." she accused with a laugh. "I'm sure you make a great couch potato, I do too if I try hard enough." She tilted her head to look up at him. "But really, I get you. Maybe watching a play will get your inspiration going, or reading one, you like reading right?"