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tbh im more upset at myself for not rping with more of you sighs but y'all seem like a great bunch of people so I wish you all the best~ in case any of you want to keep in contact, my rp ~business~ twitter account is @limchangkyvn ~ hopefully we'll meet again somewhere else ^^; also I feel it's important to thank the admins for the good work you guys made so far, especially with the events~ so yeah sweats nervously, good by e???? xoxo
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✯⇸ My Favorite MVs ( 12 / ∞ )
“ It’s okay if your breath gets short, No one is blaming you, You can make, mistakes from time to time, Everyone else does too, If I tell you “it’s alright”, I know that they’re only words, When someone sighs, How can I understand, Such deep breath, Your sigh, Even though I won’t be able to understand its, depth, that’s okay, I will embrace you “
↳ Lee Hi // Breathe [ 2016 ]
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Like a bonfire in the forests, fire is your kingdom.
Pablo Neruda, 100 love sonnets: XXII
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hayi is, for lack of a better word, done. done with the supernatural shit the school spreads, done with marks, done with bodies and ghost stories. it’s not an exaggeration to say her loud sigh could be heard by at least half the hall once the voice started to speak, not afraid to show her dissatisfaction to what was going down during her --supposed to be-- peaceful dinner time. she hears it carefully though, it’s better to listen so she has enough arguments against it when it’s done.
you see, hayi has a theory, one she has been developing since she first came into amji. their way to control the student body was by fear, simple as that, every rumour, every ghost story, every creepy happening… it was all their doing, it was the only logical explanation and one she truly believed in, it even pissed her a bit off how most people couldn’t see how obvious it was.
the storm is an imminent threat.
i will be announcing your death.
stay in, or leave?
“bullshit, it’s a storm! water drops, some thunder and lightning, it won’t kill anyone.” the female begins already infuriated by the situation, couldn’t they live in peace for at least a week? the whole school system already fucked them up enough, was it really necessary to come up with these things to try to scare them? hurt them? “actually!” she continues, getting up from her sit and getting on the table with easy, being short that was her best way to get the most attention she could possibly get. “it’s more likely we’ll get hurt or even killed if we stay in here! it makes no sense!” her voice gets louder and louder as she continues, getting more and more glances and eyes rolling at her. “we could easily get to our dorms and stay there, why stay here? the faculty obviously is going to come after us somehow. WE NEED TO GO. NOW.”
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Do you trust the faculty?
"hell no."
#{ hi: answers#( she thinks the staff is trynna mess w them#( she also kinda hates them all#inf;storm
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hayi realizes that was probably her worst decision so far in her life as soon as she opens the door for him (which was hard considering she basically wrote the book on bad decisions) but still she smiles at him and gives him a kiss on the cheek, leaning in to his ear to reassure him she would destroy him and all his favorite expensive toys if he messed things up. he was an actor and hayi knew pretending to be with her would be easy for him. she could be calmer about this all, but she also knew what kind of person wenhan was (charming at best--dangerous at worst) and that made her anxious.
still, she introduces him to her family and their friends with a happy smile--the kind of smile her mother had taught her how to fake for important occasions such as this one--and then she sits on the couch, her legs crossed and her facial expressions making clear how bored she was and just how uncomfortable that situation made her feel (not wenhan himself, but her parents, and their constant smiling and cautious laughter --not too hard, not too soft--) but she had promised herself to bear with it all as it was her only way to prove them she didn’t need medical attention.
wenhan on the other hand seems to be completely adapted to the situation, going from people to people and talking to them all, with a closer look she was able to identify him softly causing some of them to argue over petty reasons and hayi can’t help but let out a chuckle at how weak minded those men were, especially considering they couldn’t even detect the cause of it all. none of them could, not even her manipulative of a mother.
the mother who came with desert, being extremely convincing while saying she had baked it for this occasion especially.
i normally don’t do anything kitchen related but this was a special occasion.
hayi laughs and that is the beginning of the end, “you don’t even cook.” slips out quickly from her tongue, the need to expose her dearest progenitor stronger than her intentions to seem harmless and defeated. “you can’t even fry an egg.” ms. kim shifts topics with ease, sending hayi a death glare only her could identify that well.
just minutes later and her companion was able to kill half of her mother’s joy by saying he wasn’t religious, get someone cut and a woman to pass out. and, of course, break at least five of the rules she had imposed for this to play out. hayi looks at him as if she’s able to burn him only with a glare and then back to her parents--who were now worried about the unconscious guest on the floor, but still seemed to be pleased with her terrible choice of a boyfriend--. she sighs, knowing that it could get worse than that if she forced him to stay more, and honestly, hayi herself couldn’t take more of it anymore.
so she gets up, not before giving his thigh a strong punch to make sure he knew she was pissed, and then takes his right hand into hers, pulling him with her and not even bothering to warn anyone she was leaving, everyone seemed busy anyway. “there’s a bar two blocks away, you do drink, right?” she realizes once more she knows about nothing of him and it makes her uncomfortable to have him on her house like that, so hayi rushes to the door and is finally able to breathe once they are outside, her hand going straight to his arm in a slap as soon as she feels less pressured by her house atmosphere.
“i can’t fucking believe you almost ruined all of this on purpose.”
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summer was a happy time. sunny days. traveling. ice cream and candy.
summer meant she got to see min yoongi, either by going to daegu or having him over her house in seoul and so she had other playmate other than minhyuk. they had lots of fun when they were together: they watched cartoons (even though it seemed minhyuk and hayi enjoyed those way more than yoongi, he always stayed with them); playing by the pool and building lego stuff. not to mention they always got to eat lots of candy when they were together, because! house rules! always treat guests well.
however this time around, summer wasn’t as happy and fun as past ones, yoongi was always the quieter one between the three of them, and hayi didn’t mind it much, he still was very fun to be around! expect he wasn’t that much fun this time around, he was more quiet and didn’t even try to stop her from cutting minhyuk’s bangs with a scissor both found over the kitchen table. hayi didn’t like that very much, but still stayed shut about it the whole days, afraid the grown-ups would be mad if she complained about it, after all, she knew the reason for it: yoongi had lost his daddy, so he was sad.
hayi had experienced death only once in her still short life, the hamster she shared with her brother sadly didn't last long, she heard murmurs saying that's just how it goes and shrugged it off, but then it her hard when she wanted to play with it again and she couldn't.
her nanny made sure to remind the twins of that feeling before they went to daegu visit yoongi, telling them not to bother him much and not to be mean to him in times like this.
yoongi’s daddy was gone so he would never be able to play with him again. and that made hayi sad as well.
she couldn't sleep thinking about it so quietly not to wake her twin up, hayi sneaked into yoongi’s room and quickly got under his blanket to hide in case his mommy came, just in time to hear him talking to himself; but of course her sneaking around didn't go unnoticed by him, questioning why she was there was his first instinct, but hayi’s was to stay quiet and not answer him for a little while, her tiny hands reaching his as she shrugged.
“don't worry! your daddy won't be alone, fluffy will play with him.” she reassures him suddenly, mentioning her dead pet, her voice tone low so she won't wake up anyone up.
summertime sadness* past‹‹
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feminism is a plague. it teaches our girls to dress like prostitutes and to disrespect our men. we as a community shall not succumb to it.
hayi felt her parents eyes on her as soon as the F bomb was dropped, her hands instinctively going to her knees, as a way to cover her legs. she had long ago given up following their rules, long ago stopped accepting their truth as hers. it still offended her like hell, though. her hands close in fists as she chews on her lower lip, preventing herself from speaking up. she was already trash talked enough as it was, another scandal from her part would do no good to her.
we have an example right here of what it can do to young women, but we are sure she can be saved.
she knows it’s about her. hayi realizes everyone knows it when half the people glance at her with disappointment in their eyes. or maybe disgust. she couldn’t differentiate the both very well on that situation. she smirks lightly in a desperate attempt not to let them get to her nerves.
save her. it’s funny and ironic how they drop that word around, as if they were sure they were saved. saved from eternal suffering. saved from hell. hayi wasn’t even sure if she believed there was a hell, but she was certain those people would be on the v.i.p list there if it did. corruption, violence, cheating. everyone knew about it.
“how innocent of you to think that because you talk about god, you are automatically saved.” she says loudly and boldly, getting up from her seat ignoring her parents’ protests and dirty looks. “how dumb of you to think that because you try to hide your sins from the public eye, your god isn’t watching.” hayi walks to the center and turns her back to the preacher, not wanting to involve minhyuk in one more of her scandals, even though part of her just wanted to take his hand and pull him with her. “if there’s hell i hope you all burn.”
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MINHYUK & HAYI, THE LEE TWINS: AN INTRODUCTION
“daddy wanted a boy, an heir. mommy didn’t even want kids, truly, she decided to have a son only to please her husband (…), hayi was a surprise.”
like most twins in the world, they could be seem as polar opposites—but they do have more in common than they sometimes realize. hayi is the troublesome to minhyuk’s obedient self, but deep down both constantly rebel against their parents. they’re in a famous and conservative family who cares more for their appearance than their well-being. in general, their parents only frown upon hayi’s behavior and minhyuk’s decisions. it’s really easy to say both of them are the biggest disappointment in the lee couple’s life and they are everything they never wanted. so, considering all that, both hayi and minhyuk are growing up supporting each other. the boy’s protective side comes on full mode when it’s about his sister and, it doesn’t matter how many times she tells him not to worry—after being hospitalized for almost overdosing, that’s the only thing he can do: worry.
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― intro !
helloooo, i’m larissa, but you can call me monster lari, oh man, sweats i’ve done this plenty of times and i never know WHAT TO SAY??????? glad to be here??? pls plot w me??? i’m very shy so i dont know how to approach people?? that always fucks me up in rps ???? pls be my friend??? i swear i can do better than my bio ??? i could go on ??
okay so, this baby right here is hayi, she’s minhyuk’s twin so their background is basically the same, but go on for a tl;dr of it!
very conservative parents
got into adderall, drinking and other drugs at an early age
set tests on fire as protest
not afraid to fight anyone tbh honestly she doesnt know how to fight but she can take a few punches
shes actually v sweet and caring but with a badass image
shes a new movement member
im up to literally ANY kind of plot, if u need someone for a plot im p sure im open to it just throw it at ME
i have twitter btw ! its @ hoaegi, i might switch to another acc only to rp purposes later idk, lets see how it goes
full bio // profile
SWEATS DROPS MIC
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