actually if,
how great would it be . .
Chapter I
if i can walk with you..
if i can walk with you, i'd match our steps; no matter if your feet are obviously longer, no matter if your feet are adorably shorter. i'd match our steps so that we could walk side by side.
all information that is written in this page is a work of fiction. all characters, places, and events are either the products of imagination or used in a fictitious manner. any resemblance to actual people or events is purely coincidental.
the layout of this carrd is the result of mun's original thinking and no one, i repeat, NO ONE is allowed to use it/remake it on their own carrd under any circumstances.
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one.
mun is of age and is a struggling college student and summer holiday is coming so mun will be working full time for awhile, replies could be slow sometimes but will be done eventually.
two.
please do expect some sporadic responses both on direct and mention. mun can be very moody at times and moody equals lazy. indirect on timeline would always be replied though.
three.
timezone is gmt plus eight though mun body clock is all messed up so staying up late is a normal occassion.
four.
this account will be marked under sfw with occasional cussing/foul language. though mun doesn't mind nsfw accounts.
five.
mun prefer using english when interacting but other languages are welcomed on dms. aside from english, mun also speak bahasa and mandarin.
six.
ooc won't be in brackets and literacy in conversations are mirrored (meaning i'll try my best to catch up because some of y'all are such amazing writers).
seven.
unreplied dms older than 3 days will be deleted and the mutual will be broken.
eight.
expect a lot of spontaneous softblock spree. if you do get softblocked, it's probably you don't talk to him enough.
Chapter II
if i can hold your hand..
if i can hold your hand, i'd intertwine our fingers; our hands would fit just right or it would be uncomfortably awkward. i'd intertwine our fingers so that you'll remember i am here for you.
his life started with a promise.
a promise of a marriage and a promise of a throne.
it was wrong, but his mother has always been a hopeless romantic, blindly putting her trust in love, and so she stayed.
the promise was soon forgotten
along with the arrival of a new baby from the queen herself
and the departure of a heartbroken mistress with her baby, him.
he would end up in the orphanage four years later.
there was an accident, they said.
he knows who he was and who he's supposed to be.
his mother's unsent letters has never failed to remind him every single day of how he is the firstborn of a king
and that he was born to be a king.
and he knows that it isn't an accident that kills his mother.
but when the old letters said you were a king
and yet you live your whole life as a poor orphan,
it become easier to believe in the latter.
Chapter III
if i can kiss your cheek..
if i can kiss your cheek, i'd shower them with kisses every single day; i'll kiss both sides three times each just for good luck. i'd kiss them everyday so that you remember how cute they are.
name. neptune clandeste hwang
alias. duke of silfverschiöld and hälsingland, tune
date of birth. april 10th, 1998
place of birth. stockholm, sweden
nationality. swedish korean
religion. church of sweden atheist
blood type. o
height. 178 cm / 5'10"
star sign. aries sun, virgo moon, aquarius rising
mbti personality. infp-t
hogwarts' housing. hufflepuff
temperament. melancholy
moral alignment. chaotic neutral
current residence. seoul, south korea
status. heir to the throne, student at hankuk university
of foreign studies (majoring in foreign language), part-time waiter and florist at see you latte, daisy
muse. jeon jeongguk
past aliases. aiden, cloud, south, wynd, dillon, neul, september
Chapter IV
if i can bake for you..
if i can bake for you, i'd bake you your favorite; may it be a simple brownie or cupcakes or the beautiful rainbow cake. i'd bake you your favorite so that you know i'll do anything for you, even if it's burning myself learning how to bake.
lucia mavi windsor. got neptune speechless on first meeting because she took care of not only cats but also a husband. "i have around 19 cats combined," the ceo of the flower cafe neptune works in; see you latte, daisy. she's actually more of a friend than boss to him.
hanatsu yuki. neptune was in charge of her when she was on her exchange program to korea, "you can practice your japanese with her," said his professor that one time. he was reluctant at first, he's a busy 21-year-old anyways but they soon became good friends and even stay as one after yuki went back to japan.
emiko brooks. a regular at the flower shop neptune works in, regular as in Regular. she visit a lot to buy all kind of different flowers until he decided to asked her about it one day and the answer blow his mind away, "it's for the spirits, they asked me to buy flowers for their grave."
elena choi. the daughter of professor choi, neptune's french professor. they met when he was visiting the professor's home for guidance on his papers and he was utterly astounded by her beauty. they get to talk later on his third visit on his professor's house, "do you want tea or something?" and they got to be friends after that. (he still keep getting shocked by her beauty)
your name. a good friend from the orphanage neptune used to stay in.
your name. college friends. major won't matter.
your name. owner of the flower shop neptune works part-time at.
your name. flatmates. preferably four people or more. occupation doesn't matter, as long as you help pay the rent because ya boi is broke.
if you want to fill any empty spot above please do hit him up on dm and we'll talk about it! an idea for a relation? let him know!
Chapter V
if i can sing you a lullaby..
if i can sing you a lullaby, i'd sing it in the gentlest voice ever; that way i won't torture your ears with my terrible singing. i'd sing you in the gentlest voice so that you'll sleep better in my embrace.
likes.
winter, doggo, fresh laundry, a cup of warm tea after sushi, unread library, autumn's leaves, drinking water from a glass cup, an apple after a meal, dangling earrings, pua from moana (he's so underrated please), a good stretch in the morning, head pat, forehead kisses, golden hour.
dislikes.
bugs, overly crowded place, packed public transportation, sleeping in a train, luffa acutangula, people who smack their lips when they eat, movies without snacks, snacks without movies, tight clothes, shorts on summer, trousers on summer, summer in general, group discussion, wet feet.
it's complicated.
rain, documentaries, evening walk, busy street, stationary store/book store, colorful clothes, my own playlist, perfumes, broccoli, people who walk slow, holidays.
Chapter VI
if i can love you..
if i can love you, i'd love you with my whole being; i'll remind you of my love every single day with sweet nothings in your ears and tight hugs around your frame. i'd love you with my whole being so that you'll never forget that you are so very loved.
actually if,
actually . .
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how great would it be.
if i can
walk with you
no matter if we're only grocery shopping
no matter if we're on our rare jogging routine
i get tired easily, let's just walk together
how great would it be.
if i can
hold your hand
no matter if we're all cuddled up on the bed
no matter if you're working on something
i want to annoy you, let me hold your hand
how great would it be.
if i can
kiss your cheek
no matter when you're sulking and we're not talking
no matter when we finally make up
and showering each other with kisses
let me make it up to you
for the kiss-less minutes when we fight
how great would it be.
if i can
bake for you
no matter how awful it will be
no matter if i embarrass myself
because i'm a terrible cook and an even worse baker
i don't want to poison you but let me bake for you anyways
how great would it be.
if i can
sing you a lullaby
no matter if it's just for a simple nap at home
no matter if it's on the bus and you fall asleep
let people stare while i tried my best sounding decent
how great would it be.
if i can love you
and you can love me back
to the point we'll forget
why we hate ourselves in the first place
to the point we'll be each other's reminder
to keep on going and fighting and living
because someone is waiting for us
because someone is there to love you
the idea of love scares me
the thought of having someone
that wants me for me scares me
the thought of having you all for myself scares me
but then again, it's you
if it's you
i don't think i'll mind falling
if it's you
i don't think i'll mind the pain