Okay, so I’m realizing sending asks in such a large quantity is probably a bad idea.. so maybe like this, and i’l send a sentence starter to you that way !

DARA.

Of course, he was only speaking from assumption. Korea got humid as well, but it was probably nothing like the Philippines. In truth, he had no idea what to expect, except for new scenery he was always anxious to see. Many people visited there, didn’t they ? 

His playful pout only formed more at the mention of his sister, even a low noise in reaction. “Aaaah, see! My sister told me all about that, and how much Yeonjun had fun. I can’t go on with not knowing what it’s like now. If he liked it, then I have to know soon. What if he were to ask me about it, but I’m left with no answers? It could break his little heart.” A hand even clutched at his chest. Maybe he was being a little dramatic.

“The next time you travel to the Philippines, I think you should take me.” There was a look of determination in his gaze, behind an expression that showed he had suggested it in light humor, a joking look of persuasive demeanor, lips even pressed into a thin line. He gave a confident, matter-of-fact nod. “I want to go sometime. I can’t say I ever have...”

MINHO.

    A laugh fell in reply, his head hung slightly as the knuckle of his index finger rubbed at the tip of his nose slightly. He had raised his head a moment later, tilting it off to the side as a low sound came shortly after. “Ahhh, my reputation is a lot of things.”

It was true that, with the longer his face had been out there---let’s admit, 10 years is a long time--the more cameras were on him, people’s gazes, any sort of attention was always brought to him. But by now, he was used to it, even embraced it when he could. Usually, that meant making a fool of himself the moment a camera lens was pointed in his direction. From awkward dancing, strange facials, or octaves he didn’t know he could hit, it definitely gave him the reputation of the odd type. But that was fine, it was pretty accurate, it seemed.

“Sometimes when I get bored, I’ll read what people say about me, or to me in comments on Instagram. A lot of people definitely think I’m strange, but.. I think it’s a good thing. The last thing I want to be is boring.”

YUA.

     A laugh slipped passed lips with low vocals, fingers reaching to scratch at his jawline faintly. As he had said, it was a topic he didn’t know much about. He had people that did all that for him whenever he went onto a stage, a fan meet, or even an interview. He just sat there and waited to be told “okay, you’re done.” They usually knew what they were doing. Nevertheless, he nodded, his lips painted into a grin.

“I’ll take your word for it,” he admitted. “I don’t think I’ve seen a bright shade of pink as you say. In make-up, at least. Usually when I get it done on myself, the most the artists do for me is lip balm. I’ll admit to being inexperienced.”

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I disappeared for forever again but I found a way to be able to manage multiple accounts easier so .. hopefully ill be more active and actually get Seunghyun some friends.

That being said, maybe like this for some sort of starter ?

I'm sorry for disappearing for so long; I get unrealistically busy or preoccupied with other muses. To those that are here, if you'd like, since aim has sort of died down, seunghyun can be reached on Twitter @chsnqhyn !! I'll be sure to do something here soon. I owe a few replies, and I'll try to kick out another starter call. Thanks for being patient

이대로 또 새로운 세상을 봐요 YORI.

Something about the way she spoke genuinely intrigued him. It wasn’t uncommon for him to have more...intellectual conversations with others, he shared quite a number of interests with the “higher class,” from fine foods, wine, to even arts, and had several artistic friends he could spend hours with looking at a single painting. But hearing this sort of conversation with music as the topic, it was refreshing. Inspiring. He had to bite the corner of his lip to prevent a grin, but it still appeared anyway.

Admittedly, he froze at the touch she had given him, tensing just slightly under her hand. It wasn’t exactly that he detested her, to a point that even touch from her sickened him----if that were the case, he wouldn’t be standing there now, wouldn’t be discussing a single word with her. Instead, it was as if a million needles had pricked his skin, not enough to hurt, but an inexplainable, uncomfortable feeling. It wasn’t something he exactly hid-----fans knew, he spoke about it on TV; the man generally felt strange about touch. While it wasn’t as bad on his shoulder (he could thank the three layers he wore just on his torso, a dress shirt, suit jacket, and over jacket), it still left him wanting to back away. But, that would be rude,

“Coffee sounds great,” he took up her offer quickly, long since abandoning the idea of hiding the smile  that forced its way through. If he smiled, maybe she wouldn’t notice the slight discomfort he experienced. Going somewhere to talked seemed nice, anyway. He had no schedules at the moment, able to enjoy the free time he was gifted before him and his group were slammed with back to back promotions, or he was shipped off into a concrete isolation each 30 - year - old  man had to do. “I’d be happy to give you any tips. You sound like you’re really willing to do your best, and I can easily support that.” His gaze darted around the scenery momentarily, a soft hum to his features, rumbling deep as he pondered just exactly what was around the area. He knew Seoul like the back of his hand, at this point. “Where have you in mind ?”

이대로 또 새로운 세상을 봐요 MINHO.

      “I’m almost disappointed in myself,” He hands his head, leaning slightly to one side as the curve between his index and thumb pressed against his brow. “I usually never forget things. Or .. Try not to forget.” He liked to pride himself in being punctual, attentive and orderly, but this was the same man who once forgot his phone on an airplane.

          “My head must not be on right,” He continued once straightening once more. “Others think I’ve got a few bolts loose. Maybe they’re right ?”

이대로 또 새로운 세상을 봐요 YUA.

          “I think it’s safe for me to say I’ve never run into that problem,” Despite the words, a sigh of laughter slipped passed his lips, before broad fingers pushed through lose locks of his hair in an idle action. “But I do remember when I was younger, my mother and I would get in quarrels about what shade of blue was what. She would often call navy blue royal blue instead, it provided to be pretty confusing.”

Almost as quickly as he had gotten on the topic of his mother, he had switched away. “I don’t know much about make-up, though I’m sure the shade she picked for you was still nice.”