the living, breathing masterpiece

You’re a little special.

Thu, 16 May 2013 16:14:23 +0800

You’re a little special.

ya-reckon: I want to experience living life in a big city at...

Tue, 14 May 2013 16:01:51 +0800

ya-reckon:

I want to experience living life in a big city at some point.

tetsujinlau: 23/∞ favorite korean songs (in no particular...

Mon, 13 May 2013 21:17:05 +0800

tetsujinlau:

23/∞ favorite korean songs (in no particular order)

Electroboyz - Ma Boy 3 (feat. Nana of After School)

I’m only thinking about you again today
I can’t sleep
I miss you
Will you warmly and tightly hug me?
Oh ma boy, I really love you
Why don’t you know my heart?

[ chinese is the bane of typist’s existence ]

Mon, 13 May 2013 17:55:02 +0800

[ chinese is the bane of typist’s existence ]

kai → 10 corso como seoul melody

Sun, 12 May 2013 14:14:29 +0800

kai → 10 corso como seoul melody

10/20 Taeman

Sun, 12 May 2013 07:42:21 +0800

10/20 Taeman

Sir | Zitao & Jongin

Sat, 11 May 2013 23:24:32 +0800

androgeneticshadows:

Events were always a great source of income and Zitao had been ecstatic when he was approached to work a fashion show, thoughts of money clouding his “brain” for days before the events was actually scheduled to take place. On the night of the event, he lightly styled his red hair and dressed in a simple black suit to appease the company that had hired him—some uppity fashion company that he had seen in several magazines. He was to be as stunning as the models walking the runway, and as he walked out the door of his dingy apartment, he winked at the mirror adorning the wall beside the entryway, admiring himself before making his way to the venue.

The first hour or so had been easy and he didn’t have a problem serving any of the guests at the show, quickly fetching drinks and being ignored after giving his expert service. However, once the drinks were consumed by the humans filling the building, slipping in and out of interactions began to get harder as he went, hands finding their way to his body, several guests touching and flirting with him as he attempted to walk to and from the bar.

“Aish—“ Zitao grumbled to himself as he approached one of the lesser annoying humans, putting on a smile as he nodded to the male, eyes perfect crescents as his lips curved. “And what can I get for you, sir?”

Jongin drove up his BMW to the front of yet another fancy hotel. Frankly, he’s lost count of how many runways and opening parties he’s attended ever since he went into the fashion industry, and this one didn’t seem any different. The hotel was illuminated in gold lights, and guests were streaming in, greeted by the doormen and other butlers on duty. It looked rather grand, to say the least. Everyone was in their best clothes, and Jongin had donned one of his newer tuxedos, this time with a bowtie instead of his usual black tie at work. He actually bothered to put in half an hour’s worth of time into waxing his hair, because he heard that one of the big fashion designers was going to be present at the occasion. Always good to prepare for business opportunities, no?

After passing his car to one of the men for parking, Jongin reminded himself to be a socialite for tonight, just for tonight. The ravenette was really quite an anti-social person normally. Even at events like these, he’d just sip a cocktail at a dark corner, watching in amusement at the many things that could be happening in the vicinity. He normally liked to see if he’d manage to spot a couple making out. Perhaps take a picture for future blackmail. Looking at the circumstances tonight, however, he needed to find more contacts and interact more with others. His father was expecting a rise in sales, after all. The boy sighs, standing at the entrance as he overlooks the crowd of bustling people, before pushing himself in and getting lost in the sea.

What seemed to be forever before Jongin finally managed to push himself out of the tight squeeze of bodies, lungs somewhat deprived of oxygen. So much for interaction — It was barely possible with the atmosphere, he couldn’t even seem to approach anyone because everyone was busy. Hence, it definitely surprised him that he was approached by someone for a change. His eyes widened as he turned to look at the other who had seemed to ask him a question.

Oh, a bartender, was the first thing his brain registered. It wasn’t a fashion designer or anyone important, but Jongin figured it’ll be nice to have someone to talk to for the night anyway. Returning the smile, Jongin tilted his head slightly. “What drinks do you have on the menu, may I ask?”

A Potential Collaboration [Baekhyun, Kai]

Sat, 11 May 2013 22:49:22 +0800

lost-baekhyun:

Baekhyun watched the other man curiously, his head tilting slightly when he heard the answer. He’d never heard of hibiscus tea before, but he’d never been against trying something new. He listened as the other man described it as one of his favorites, and then said it lowered blood pressure. His eyebrows arched slightly, but he shook his head at the added question of wanting something else. “No, hibiscus tea sounds good. How can I refuse when it’s one of your favorites?” His lips curled a little up to match the slight arch to his eyebrows before he added, “Anyway, I like the opportunity to try something new and different.” He knew that didn’t mean that he would like it, and there were some things that he could be very picky about, but drinks had never really been one of them. And the look on the other man’s face was pretty cute — not something he would have expected a CEO to wear, but it looked really good on him.

Reaching out to grab one of the teacups, Baekhyun stared curiously at it before letting his gaze slide to the man sitting opposite him, watching him go through the things he’d brought over with him. As he started talking, Baekhyun raised the cup and took a slow sip, rolling the taste in his mouth before setting the cup back down on the table. It wasn’t bad. The slight taste of flowers, the way the petal brushed against his lip, was actually nice. Catching the other man’s gaze, he felt his stomach tightening, but he tried to ignore the feeling. Luckily, the other man was directing his attention to the point of this visit, so he could ignore the attraction that seemed to build all too easily.

“Well, I’m obviously no clothes designer,” he started, arching his eyebrows slightly, “but after visiting one of your boutiques, I had a few different ideas…” He smiled slightly, glancing down at his hands, folded together in his lap. “Well, it’s somewhat hard to describe a scent, just like it might be kind of difficult to describe the taste of a new tea without actually tasting it.” He reached into his jacket and then paused. “So…close your eyes, and see if you get any kind of inspiration from them.”

He waited until the other man had closed his eyes before pulling out three small perfume bottles. One was light blue, one was bright amber, and the other was a deep red. First he sprayed the blue onto a slip of paper — the hibiscus tea had actually made him think of this scent, because it was more light and flowery, something that could be worn outside, to the beach, or just when relaxing. The red bottle was a little spicier, a little edgier, while the amber was more…well, intimate was the best word he could think of. There was something in it that excited the senses, and while the other two might have been inspired by the clothing, Baekhyun knew the third was a little different.

Moving around to the other side of the table so that he could sit down on it in front of Jongin Kim, Baekhyun slowly held out the paper sprayed with the blue scent, then the one sprayed with the red, giving him enough time to smell each one before spraying the golden bottle on the inside of his own wrist and holding it out close enough to the other man’s face that he could feel his breath on his skin. Maybe it was slightly inappropriate, but he wouldn’t be himself without being at least slightly inappropriate at times.

Jongin smiled at the other’s reference to tea. This man knows how to do business, he mused to himself. The first basic step any successful businessman should know was to have good interpersonal skills. Clearly, Baekhyun displayed that very well. He was slightly taken aback that the other had suddenly requested for him to close his eyes — If it really was necessary to, but he obliged anyway. The American seemed to know what he was doing. So long as he wasn’t going to stab Jongin or any of that sort, the boy didn’t see a reason to be worried.

When a flowery scent wafted to his nostrils, he immediately wrinkled his nose slightly, inhaling the scent. He wasn’t exactly fond of flowers, because they tended to attract bees, which Jongin had a bad experience with a little while back. (Clearly not essential for anyone to know about, he found it embarrassing, to say the least.) But this perfume happened to be an exception. Immediately, he pictured a spring scenery, flowers blooming and the colour of nature returning to its original lively shade of green. It was light, not overpowering, and he liked it quite a fair bit. Jongin automatically noted the kinds of clothing that might match it, pairing the scent with bright, vibrant colours and flowy dresses.

Soon after, the ravenette picked up another scent. Black cherry, he recognised. It was a sharp and intense aroma, if Jongin had used the correct adjectives, different from the first. A lot more overpowering, and the concentration of the scent on the paper made Jongin’s head a little giddy, causing him to squeeze his eyes slightly. He wasn’t a fan of this one, nope. But the boldness of the perfume suited striking clothing. The boy imagined a long, chic, black or bright red dress, that screamed elegance and sexy at the same time, maybe with a little sequins to top it all off.

The last of the perfumes was definitely a contrast from the first two, in fact, it reminded him of a cologne he used to wear before. It smelled a little like body butter — A sensual, warm and alluring blend of..— Perhaps creme anglaise and vanilla? Sandalwood too, if he picked up correctly. He couldn’t say he hated it or if he liked it. It was an intimate scent, no doubt about that, and Jongin liked to imagine a slightly shorter dress with this scent, or with a long slit at the side of the knee for sensuality. Though, there was just something different about this one that stood out from the rest. His eyebrows knitted together in a frown.

“This one’s unique,” he commented, before opening his eyes to find Baekhyun’s wrist just millimetres away from his face. A little too close for comfort, but maybe that was what made the scent special. Jongin inched away slightly while clearing his throat, before settling his hands in his lap once again. He had to remind himself not to digress from work, even though the prettiness of Baekhyun’s pale skin was really quite attractive. “I think I might have a few ideas for designs already.”

boesthius: 티아라 - Falling U Best song off of the best kpop album...

Sat, 11 May 2013 09:29:07 +0800

boesthius:

티아라 - Falling U

Best song off of the best kpop album to date.

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Tue, 07 May 2013 15:52:57 +0800

[ ksagjdbndksgbkqwfrn church carnival today yayayayayaayayay typist got henna done and is...

Sun, 05 May 2013 22:36:01 +0800

[ ksagjdbndksgbkqwfrn church carnival today yayayayayaayayay typist got henna done and is absolutely in love with it <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

+ recycles old selca meh ]

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Sat, 04 May 2013 23:33:38 +0800

[ typist has actually been doing chinese for close to 10 years and wonders why she isn’t...

Sat, 04 May 2013 23:16:53 +0800

[ typist has actually been doing chinese for close to 10 years and wonders why she isn’t roleplaying an exo m member instead

…should i make jongin bilingual lmfAO ]

Sexy Jongin @ High Cut Magazine

Sat, 04 May 2013 22:37:12 +0800

Sexy Jongin @ High Cut Magazine

insixsongs: Upon noticing how the other looked, Six could not help but be bashful about his own way...

Sat, 04 May 2013 22:27:03 +0800

insixsongs:

Upon noticing how the other looked, Six could not help but be bashful about his own way of dress. Fashion boutiques, huh, he thought; Surely he’d be disappointed by how I looked. Softly, the male bit down on his bottom lip, now quite conscious of the way he was suited up—or suited down, more likely—with just a simple blue plaid button down draped over a white v-neck; dark-rinse skinny jeans, and a pair of black Chuck Taylors that looked quite shabby with wear and tear. After all, the Artist did do a lot of travelling on foot. “My. Don’t you look very dapper. Now I feel very, very under dressed.”

His hand shot behind his head, giving the back of his neck a shy scratch as he avoided the other’s gaze. He looked up upon his query, blinking just a little more than he should have before giving an answer. “Well, I do have quite a lot of my artworks lying around in the loft, though I am not quite sure how I would price them. Plus, I do believe they are very old…” His lips tugged into a sheepish grin. “I literally don’t even remember painting some of them.” The amnesia did hit him hard. The first time he had lain eyes on the painting, he could not help but ask who made them, yet upon closer inspection of the signature, they were nothing but his. And despite being renowned, Six barely knew the gravity of his fame—from newspaper clippings, to sections of museums dedicated to his artwork. Quite a pity, really. “Though if you’d like, I could paint murals upon request.

Jongin’s eyes widened when he noticed his companion’s expression fall the slightest bit — His eyes then followed Six’s gaze to his outfit, making sure not to stare too long at the collarbones and delectable, milky skin that was peeking out the slightest bit. The boy immediately shook his head upon hearing the artist’s comment, eyes softening a little. “Don’t say that, you look fine. Frankly, I prefer casual wear. It’s much more comfortable.” He adjusted his tie with a small frown. “I’m constantly paranoid of the possibility that my clothes might strangle me.”

Listening to the other with interest while fumbling with his clothes, Jongin assumed that Six must’ve been something like a prodigy. He didn’t look old at all, at most older than Jongin by a few years, but there were no signs of wrinkles anywhere. To have done so many paintings at this age was really quite amazing, if Jongin said so himself. And he certainly must be rather experienced as well. Murals weren’t an easy type of art to master. The CEO wasn’t exactly artistically inclined, but he still did know a thing or two about art. Though he wasn’t exactly sure if he’d trust someone he just met with his white washed walls, even if he was a talented artist.

“Murals are lovely, actually. Just the thing I need for redecoration, now that I think about it. I don’t want to trouble you though..— I know how time consuming they can be.” His lips quirked up into a tiny smile, eyes flickering up to glance at Six for a brief moment before looking back at the ground. “Just paintings are fine.”

✒ EXO colorings :: 014

Sat, 04 May 2013 12:05:06 +0800

✒ EXO colorings :: 014

[ annnnd typist is back from concert \ (^ - ^) / i’m actually busy for the whole of sunday so...

Fri, 03 May 2013 23:36:37 +0800

[ annnnd typist is back from concert \ (^ - ^) /

i’m actually busy for the whole of sunday so i have to use tomorrow to get all my stuff done :c but i will try my best to get some replies down tomorrow!!!! sorry to keep some of you waiting sozzz </3

~~number of flowers i got were no joke tbh didn’t even expect much~~ ]

selca sunday ;; x

Sun, 28 Apr 2013 23:36:43 +0800

typist has a creepy face soz

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