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Post by lee seunghyun on Nov 23, 2011 23:16:26 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style,width: 320px; height: 220px; border-left: 10px solid #ffffff; border-top: 10px solid #ffffff; border-bottom: 10px solid #ffffff; background-color: #ffffff;] | [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,width:100px; height: 220px; border-right: 10px solid #ffffff; border-top: 10px solid #ffffff; border-bottom: 10px solid #ffffff; background-color: #ffffff;][STYLE=font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 30px; line-height: 32px; letter-spacing: -3px;]V ARE LIKE THIS ![/style] |
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style,width: 320px; height: 220px; border-left: 10px solid #ffffff; border-top: 10px solid #ffffff; border-bottom: 10px solid #ffffff; background-color: #ffffff;][STYLE=font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; text-indent: 50px;]Seungri huddled over his desk, working on an essay for his college writing course. A plastic bag filled with new music books leaned against the wall to the side. He tapped his mechanical pencil on a notebook as he read the assignment his professor had emailed him.
Seungri would much rather be watching that new television drama bookmarked on his computer. Though his bite-sized laptop was meant for schoolwork, he would always goof off on it, checking his m2day or the BIGBANG fansites for blurbs mentioning his name. With his career just beginning, there wasn't much time for homework or studying or relaxation or even a social life for this YG entertainment monkey.
BIGBANG's maknae leaned back in his chair and rubbed his eyes. Groaning, thinking about the assignment, he got up to go to the bathroom in a last ditch effort to procrastinate. The boy would surely do the work, but dancing had ruined his ambitions for every other subject.
The guys were currently staying in a shared hotel suit, on tour in Japan. Tokyo, a nest of neon fireflies as seen from their lofty room, glowed in the softest silence below. All was quiet. Everyone was winding down from the short flight from Seoul. Seungri shuffled to the bathroom, already in sweatpants and a t-shirt for bed. He came to the bathroom door. It was closed. He tried the handle. Locked. He could hear the spray of the shower and moved on.
He shuffled back to his room, wondering if he should just go to bed or maybe go bug Jiyong for a bit. Everyone seemed to feel like being on their own, and Jiyong, Youngbae, and Daesung's doors were all closed.
But at the very end of the hallway, across from the door Daesung probably was sleeping behind, Seungri noticed TOP-hyungs door was slightly ajar. He crept over, quiet as a mouse, wondering what TOP was doing if he wasn't playing music. Was he actually reading a book or something? Seungri poked his head around the door, drumming his fingers on the wood and breaking into the biggest, goofiest smile upon seeing the room empty of its TOPness.
Taking two dancing steps inside, he gently shut the door behind him. He strutted over to the desk that TOP had set his laptop, sat down gracefully, raised his eyebrows twice, and bit his lip looking around.
TOP's room was super cool, but it was only because big-seunghyun had first dibs on concert souvenirs. Seungri leaned back in TOP's chair, which was exactly like the one back in his own room, and decided everything his hyung had decorated the temporary room with was actually his. Curious, he checked a drawer, vaguely wondering if his hyung kept a diary.
However, he found nothing but Choi Seunghyun's passport and several new, crisp Japanese bills. Seungri pulled out the passport, curious as to how ugly the second most attractive BIGBANG member's ID photo was. Despite all the times they had traveled together, TOP-hyung had never showed it too him.
But before the little devil could pop open the Korean proof-of-citizenship, he realized that in pulling out the passport, he had ripped something that had been partially stuck to the bottom of the drawer. Then, he removed the scrap pinned onto the back of the passport and winced finding it to be a personal photograph.
The picture had been half glued to a piece of thick paper underneath the cache of bills and identification, and Seungri had lifted the bottom portion along with the passport - tearing it in half!
Seungri mutter a curse, and then another he had just learned in Japanese. It was a picture of a girl too! Big Seunghyun's drawer suddenly became a hundred times more interesting as Seungri bent over it. He brought the two halves together so they formed one image. Who was she?
Hearing footsteps approaching, Seungri snatched the other half of the photo up and stashed the passport back inside. He folded the thick paper the photo had been glued to, a lined writing leaf, over his mistake and shoved it into the lining of his pants.
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Post by choi seunghyun on Dec 10, 2011 19:27:08 GMT -5
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[STYLE=text-align: justify; font-family: Tw Cen MT; font-size: 7pt; color: #6f6363; width: 215px; float: right; margin-top: -50px; line-height: .7]In between the lines and the boulevards, underneath the sky chasing who we are,wanting more before it slips away. Screaming to the stars just to feel alive. Maybe one more chance and we'll get it right. I won't believe, that all these days and all these dreams were only meant to fade. In between the lines and underneath the sky, screaming at the stars just to feel alive, just to feel alive[/style]
[STYLE=color: #6f6363; background: #cecaca; width: 380px; text-align: justify; padding: 10px; font-size: 9px; margin-top: 10px; font-family: arial]Seunghyun's left hand enclosed around a few assorted nuts as his right continued scribbling in his less-than-neat scrawl. An outline (more like the fourth or so) for his thesis, that had more than a few spiderwebs hanging all over it. Seunghyun scratched his eyebrow with the back of the pen as words started blurring together. He'd been working on it for God knows how long (too long) and had gotten less than half done of what he'd expected. Seunghyun had never been the studious type of person, in the first place. He was always the one to fall asleep in school (earning the nickname Baby, and Sleepy Baby) and hardly ever complete his homework. That was more of his sister's job than his. She was the academic one, not him. He was the distracted and cluttered one in disarray. Over the last few years with his rise to celebrity status, none of that had changed much. Hardly anything at all (that was evident in the fact that he also still kept pictures in his desk drawer to remind him of all his losses and gains and past before he became T.O.P.). Still easily distracted. The first time was when he'd stared at the blank page for nearly ten minutes, without doing anything. The second time, was when he'd left his room to go get a bowl of nuts (an eating habit he'd picked up the first time BIGBANG was in Japan). And the third time was when he'd walked through his cluttered room full of eccentric items (that no one needed and were probably too big to go back to the dorms) and his red pacman chair that he had to have, and nearly tripped on the wire to his laptop on the way to the window where he stood and stared out at scenic Japan from for nearly twenty minutes. Just thinking. Just thinking nothing about his thesis or university at all. In deep concentration, Seunghyun slowly dropped a few into his mouth, and scratched out a whole sentence. He was just about to start writing something all over, when his mind went blank. And then the dark haired man was just about as confused as any, and started thinking that maybe he should take Daesung up on that offer to cruise around Japan looking for any new and eccentric vending machines because maybe there was a doraemon one now or a "look maybe there's a bearbrick one, hyung!" (even though it'd been proposed nearly two hours ago). He was getting nowhere. Absolutely nowhere. And the salty taste of an almond just wouldn't get anywhere out of his mouth. Were almonds even salty? Or maybe every single woody, earthy taste of the nuts just blended together into one giant taste that made him sick. At the new revelation, he found himself hardly able to swallow. In a rush, the young man dashed out of his room in search for water, yet again, leaving his paper hanging and unfinished and his door wide open. Seunghyun was a private man, that fact was obvious. Secretive? Most definitely. He was a crappy liar, the worst ever. He couldn't tell shit worth anything because it came out stuttered and not thought out at all, and his eyes always drifted from one place to another. So he stuck with being honest. Not the blunt honest, but the honest when people asked, and the sincere when, well always. Seunghyun was honest, but he wasn't open hardly by any standards. There was a fine line between them, and he made sure that a lot of people didn't cross it with him. He closed his doors, locked his doors (but not to the point where someone would suspect that he's got a dead body hidden somewhere, you know? not to that point, obsessive). So when he'd tiptoed back to his room, gulping down the water from his giant glass, and found the maknae standing in the middle of the floor, he almost had a heartattack. Maybe not that severe, but it scared the crap out of him, and he choked on the water sliding down his throat. Water dribbled down his chin, and he promptly wiped it off with the sleeve of his sweatshirt. "Yah, how did you get in here, seunghyun-ah?" He asked, his eyes searching the room for any evidence of destruction. " What are you doing in here?" He rephrased, eyeing the little troublemaker.[/style] [STYLE=color: #6f6363; border-left: 5px solid #cecaca; width: 380px; text-align: justify; padding-left: 5px; font-size: 11px; margin-top: 0px; font-family: arial; line-height: 1]WORDS: seven hundred thirty-nine. TAGS: seungri. NOTES: bleh, i'm dissatisfied with this post, and i'm sorry it took so long! CREDITS: made by gimmick/echo of BTN[/style] |
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Post by lee seunghyun on Dec 20, 2011 22:10:11 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style,width: 320px; height: 220px; border-left: 10px solid #ffffff; border-top: 10px solid #ffffff; border-bottom: 10px solid #ffffff; background-color: #ffffff;] | [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,width:100px; height: 220px; border-right: 10px solid #ffffff; border-top: 10px solid #ffffff; border-bottom: 10px solid #ffffff; background-color: #ffffff;][STYLE=font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 30px; line-height: 32px; letter-spacing: -3px;]V ARE LIKE THIS ![/style] |
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style,width: 320px; height: 220px; border-left: 10px solid #ffffff; border-top: 10px solid #ffffff; border-bottom: 10px solid #ffffff; background-color: #ffffff;][STYLE=font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; text-indent: 50px;]Seungri instinctively plastered an elfish grin on his face upon seeing his intimidating senior framed by the doorway. The little guy's eyes seemed to hide behind his smile, and he looked over TOP's shoulder instead of directly at him - afraid. His senior had a fierce and chilling stoicism, though his voice held a plush and sensitive query. Seungri wished his smile would rub off like Aladdin might frantically rub his lamp.
"TOP Hyung! I was just looking for you, and, ugh, your door was open~ So I was going to close if for you and wait outside, but your room - it's so cool, so I couldn't help coming in." The little troublemaker looked around to emphasize his fascination. Maybe TOP-hyung wouldn't get suspicious. Maybe Seungri could make a clean getaway with the curious letter. The inner salesman burst out of the vocalist as he approached TOP and grasped the taller boy by the shoulders--
"Hyung, you are lonely, right?" His little Maknae eyes glittered. After all, there weren't any girls in his seniors room, nor any evidence of 'getting laid' trophies. He had snooped his hyung's room a couple times before after all. TOP kept no panties in his drawers, nor flirtatious note.
So he'd been meaning to ask Hyungie to go on a double date with him for a long time. Seungri knew a really cute girl at his college, and she had an older friend. He edged towards the door, still gripping Seunghyun's shoulders. "We should fix this." And if he could get back to his room, maybe he would figure out once and for all why TOP was so work-orientated and put so little effort into real dating. The stiff paper in his waistband pinched his belly. "I'll plan everything, you just sit back in relax."
[/style] | [atrb=valign,top][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,width:100px; height: 220px; border-right: 10px solid #ffffff; border-top: 10px solid #ffffff; border-bottom: 10px solid #ffffff; background-color: #ffffff;][STYLE=font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; border-bottom: 2px solid #7b7b7b;]WORDS: - - -[/style] [STYLE=font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; border-bottom: 2px solid #7b7b7b;]TAGS: CHOI SEUNGHYUN[/style] [STYLE=font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; border-bottom: 2px solid #7b7b7b;]NOTES: since the conversation is starting, replies will probably get shorter, nbd[/style] [STYLE=font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; border-bottom: 2px solid #7b7b7b;]CREDIT: BY RIMY FROM BTN! [/style] |
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