jxseung-deactivated20130929 asked:

Dear Hyunseung. ^^

Dear Hyunseung Panda, 

You’re a butt, the end. 

… I’m kidding. But you’re still a butt. Um. Where do I start? We sort of have this love-hate relationship where I tell you I hate you and end up taking my words back and I tease you and you tease me and we call each other names and insults and whatnot but you know that’s all for fun, right? I love you, you silly butt, just remember that whenever I tell you that I hate you. 

Love, Koala. 

PS - nice back. 

1. First impression: hello bias
2. Truth is: ugh i’m kidding
3. How old do you look: You’re starting to wrinkle a little, so I’d say 37. 
4. Have you ever made me laugh: Mhh.
5. Have you ever made me mad: Nah.
6. Best feature: … 
7. Have I ever had a crush on you: Nahh.
8. You’re my: panda. 
9. Name in my phone: … panda.
10. Should you post this too? Yee you did. 

jxseung-deactivated20130929 asked:

Lets make things depressing. Graveyard.

… butthead. FINE.

Graveyard: My character will visit your character’s grave.

The corners of her lips suddenly felt very heavy. 

She took two hesitant steps towards the entrance of the memorial home, the environment still. It had been two days since Jang Hyunseung’s funeral, but she didn’t attend — she hadn’t been able to accept the fact that he was gone. Biting down gently on her lip, chin down and eyes cast on the ground, she took small steps towards the gravestone, the surrounding area littered with flowers left by his family, loved ones, fans. 

She knelt down gently on the grass, fingers shaking slightly as she set down the bouquet of roses in front of the stone. “You’re not mad at me for not comin’, are you?“, she murmured quietly, as if he could hear her. She bowed her head, eyes clouding over with tears as she swallowed hard, fingers curling into the grass as she choked out a sob. “I’m sorry. Don’t be mad. I couldn’t face it…" 

She leaned forward, pressing her forehead gently against the cool surface of the stone as if it could bring her closer to him. She stayed like that for a few hours, a lone, black-clad figure with the bouquet of roses.