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Timezone: Gmt -5
Password: He was one of my first muses but i honestly haven't used Minho is about 2 years and am curious to see what it does to my muse.
[ IC ]
Dear diary,
I know, it wasn't the smartest buisness move. But I couldn't risk having my name tied to the brand of cheesy romance dramas for eternity. I really should have been more careful with what i said to that reporter through. "I'm taking time for myself" sounds a lot like "I'm ready to retire", which simply isn't the case. The truth is I'm - tired. I'm tired of working by another man's script. I've exhausted all the patience I have for staying in the neatly typed shadows of screenplays. My talent can't be used here. I need to shine, to create something with real meaning. THAT'S what the break is about.
This diary belongs to actor Lee Minho.
Chapter 3: [ OOC ]
Timezone: GMT -5
Password: Jongdae is my main muse and I relate to his playful but teasing nature well. I want to put forth more effort into deepening his character, it is hard to do that nowadays with rp.
[ IC ]
{Once again journal,
I've managed to take it too far again, my teasing today did no justice but only made it worse. I knew better of course but I lacked judgement on how he would react. I only wanted to make Lay feel better but I did it so wrong that he just yelled... Man, sometimes I wish I could be the way I want to be. But, even at the dorm, I'm acting as Chen. Not Jongdae. Not the person who I should be. Maybe one day I will stop to think and change. For now, I will stay silent and only talk when needed. It shouldn't be too much of a difference. Right? I hope my judgement is clear on this one. Won't you give me hope?
For now farewell,
-Kim Jongdae
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Jongdae closed the journal and locked it quickly. The small but thick book slid into place in the male's drawer, under other personal items, before closing it. A small tear ran down his face before he stood to walk to the shower. 8 hours of sleep tonight, He wants to make it count.
Chapter 3: [ OOC ]
Timezone: pst-8
Password: I usually rp as krystal but I wanna try a new muse and see if I can have people see her different sides rather than the one on tv.
[ IC ]
[Hey Diary,
It's me again, it's almost d-day before our final concert...well before the disbandment. It's been an amazing ten months with these girls and I love them to death. I'm grateful that I had a chance to be on the program especially meeting these amazing girls. But truthfully i feel guilty for not being honest with my members. I mean we've been checking up on each other lately but I just can't bring myself to tell them that i'm suffering again. It's happening again. It's coming back. It's going to consume me again and I'm scared, what should I do? Why won't it stop bothering me. I'm tired and I want to give up. There's no hope left in me to hold onto. Others look at me thinking that I'm lucky, they just don't know that I'm suffering. I'm suffering not only because of my dreams but i suffer more especially when I see him with her. It's funny how before It started to consume me when he left. He left me in the cold winter that day. He changed me and I don't know how to pick myself up. Maybe just maybe there's a small tiny hope in me left for someone to come save me. But for now I hope he's happy with her. For now I'll just brush the broken pieces of me away and hide it behind a pillar, my happy facade. Maybe that's my only option left. But oh well I guess we'll see for ourselves. It's getting late and i'm getting sleepy. I should sleep now. Thanks for being with me since the start of this journey Diary. I love you sincerely.
-Love,
Jeon Somi ]
Letting out a long sigh she stares at the clock reading 2:30am and closes her diary not forgetting to lock it and carries it back to her bed and puts it under her pillow. Pulling the blankets over she slips into bed and slowly drifts off into dream land.
This diary belongs to IOI's Jeon Somi.
Chapter 3: Ooc:
Timezone: CST -6:00
Password: I wanna try something new with the muse that I've had before, try to see if I can tweek him a bit but hopefully not too much
Ic:
Diary entry:
"Hey can I ask you something?" I side eyed my desk partner on the right of me, he seemed to be paying attention to something on the board.
"What is it?" I leaned back in my chair, thanking the sky that we were in the back of the class, hoping the professor isn't paying attention to us.
"If I were to disappear one day, would you live for me?" I looked at him, sitting up in my chair. I grabbed his hand gently in mine, intertwining our fingers together.
"Of course, I would do anything for you." I whispered in his left ear before nibbling his ear lobe.
That was the last time I ever talked to him, saw and touched him; I always wonder what he was doing and if he ever thought about me.
Timezone: GMT+7
Password: I found it comfortable roleplaying as him. Maybe because ooc- wise, I could relate to his personality a lot-- although I at adulting and he clearly doesn't. He makes me want to be a better person, he makes me want to improve myself. And yet still, I love how human and flawed he is despite of the idol title he's having.
[ IC ]
Diary Entry:
Between the disinfectant smell that screams hospital and the sound of beeping monitor every now and then, it was your presence that keeps me grounded.
You held your hand out that time remember? An open palm, leaving it up to me to give my hand. It asked, without asking. That day I learned, holding hand could be more intimate than other intimate things.
Later, we played uno and by some miracles, I won. And I got to doodle some pretty poops on your face as your punishment. Your manager would probably kill you when he found out. We were so dumb and my heart was so full.
"Does it hurt? " you asked. You my fingers then too. Not looking at each other’s eyes yet, hand in hand.
No dear, I thought. It doesn't hurt when you hold my hand like that.
Timezone: GMT+8
Password: I personally think that reason why I chose this muse is that the personality that I think of will suit her.
[ IC ]
Diary Entry:
Shackled in a nonpareil paradise that was you, enraptured by its intoxicating stupor.
You are. This is how I will always define you.
The soft chimes you release whenever you'd whine as I hug you tightly, the way you lighten up whenever I am in the mood to be playful, that small whine you'd make out jealousy of stuffs I would never get how you became jealous of - because you, my love - is more than all of those things.
You are so much more.
I am never the affectionate type; I never liked cute people as they bring cringy feelings, or 'trouble' so what I have called it.
But there you are.
An exception to every rule I have ever made.
I may definitely be the most moody girl you have ever had in your entire existence but rest assured - I would be the best one. I may be the most playful or most rude to people, but you; my love will always always be the only girl as long as you're mine.
Bare with my flaws and you'll see the best of me in time, I'm adjusting to having someone after being so caved in on being alone, this is why I am having struggles, I'll be fine in no time.
Timezone: GMT +2
Password: Because my muse fits this faceclaim ooc wise; The muse I built is almost as exactly as Taehyung's real personality.
Note: I had a reservation for Moonbyul, instead of her, I'm changing to Kim Taehyung, thank you! Also, please let me know if I did something wrong with the application, I'm quite confused. Thanks a lot!
[ IC ]
◮ Diary Entry #1 ◮
Hear me out today, diary.
'Pretty' was never enough to describe her.
Long raven locks flowing like a curtain of silk, soft milky skin, lips daubed in pale pink. Her eyes were big so was her delicate mouth; light in colour, long eyelashes under perfect groomed eyebrows. If only you were able to see it; she was perfect.
She was 'beautiful'.
She was otherworldly, one of a kind. It was not just her appearance, but also Yongsun's down-to-earth personality. She always did everything she can to help others, yet she stayed humble.
That was what made her beautiful, all and whole. But I'm an idol and she is too.
Chaotic world I'd rather not enter. I'll just sleep this off. Goodnight, diary!
Sincerely,
Kim Taehyung
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The soft scoff emitting from the young man sounded melodically dejected, further warranting a brief chortle to sound freely from him right after as his thoughts about the woman seeped. Taehyung prodded a lithe index to the center bridge of his corrective lenses, guiding his own frame to sit comfortably on the bed to hide the journal.
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