love sick

bae cheyenne aka chewy. or sian if it's easier. seventeen years old. third year @ mokwon high. olympian trash.

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moonkwanhoon:

“I like doing the bare minimum for the most part.” The rebel admitted with a shrug, as he watched the younger. For some reason, Cheyenne intrigued him - and he wasn’t sure if that was a good thing for himself or not.  Kwanhoon felt a lump grow on his throat - he wasn’t sure how she felt about it, but he was embarrassed nonetheless. “ Right okay..” he muttered - a bit awkwardly - his eyes shifting away from the younger for a moment.  But he was soon distracted by the fact that she called him strong - ah yes, there goes his brain cells. “ Erm…I mean even if I did managed to hurt myself - you can always patch me up you know.” Kwanhoon said with a laugh, smiling down at the younger.  

“But that’s not a good way to go through life. It’s so.. underachieving. We should strive to be the best person we can be!” She practically whined, not sure how to feel about that fact. She smiled despite the voice in the back of her head telling her not to. She had to move past her slip somehow. Maybe pretending like she hadn’t said anything would help. “I was interested in pursuing nursing at one point in my life,” she commented with a small chuckle. Small fingers dug into her pocket, curling around a rectangular slip of paper. Cheyenne was quick to pull it out of her pocket, waving it in his face. “Look - I have a bandaid on me! I’m well prepared.” She lifted a fist, shaking it at him in a triumphant manner. “Just refer to me as Bae Cheyenne, the girl who is always prepared for a tight spot.”

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yejuuuns:

Yejun nods, taking the other’s words into account. “I would assume that teenagers act universally the same, no matter where they are. The movies must have gotten at least one thing right, don’t you think?” He mentally sighed–none of the things his classmates did he would ever consider doing by choice. The artisan smiles slightly at her, trying to hide how silly he thinks her words are. “They must, since they’re doing it. I think I kinda understand what they’re talking about–but I’m not an expert on ‘what teenagers are supposed to do 101′.” He made a silly face at her. “I feel so reckless, and I’m so cool and dangerous.” Yejun nudges her back, laughing at their little joke.

“Hm, I agree with you to some extent but I also have to disagree. The vibe is usually different... at least that’s what it feels like.” Cheyenne was quick to compare her Korean born friends to some of the people she hung out with when she was in America, while they had similar points it just felt so... different. “I wish I did. I’m a bit... sheltered as everyone likes to remind me.” She shrugged, not feeling ashamed for her up-bringing. At least that’s what she’d like to tell herself. “We should calm down before the police show us and arrest us for reckless endangerment!” She giggled, lifting a hand to cover her mouth. 

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yooreagan:

“Nope. Never wanted to, never had the time to even if I wanted to.” Reagan replied, smirking slightly at the thought that maybe they’d managed to say something right.  “At the end of the day, your accomplishments are gonna have more weight than how many people you dated in high school.” They agreed, pointing a finger at the younger girl as they spoke.  “I mean, I guess it depends on how you go about it. As long as you aren’t y’know, being really outspoken about it to put yourself above everyone else, it’s not too bad. Because they could not be aware of it but you could still be wrong for it. It’s tricky, I guess. But I don’t see anything wrong with wondering why people want to waste their lives with that kind of stuff.”

“I guess it’s not a big deal then after all.” It really did help her. For some reason she assumed that everyone was obsessed with not being the ‘goodie two shoes’ out of their group of friends. “Yeah, you’re right. When I graduate people are going to remember me from my academic and sport achievements, right?” At least that’s what she hoped, Cheyenne was sure she’d pull something embarrassing that would end up on video and viral - or something. “You make a good point... I should come to you for advice. You should make a living out of this, honestly.” She told them, lips pulled back tightly. “Guess I’ll just refrain from being vocal about my judgmental thoughts until i’M alone...or with company who agrees.”

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littlemelwun:

[ ✉ text → cheyenne ] you matter what you say you’re not going to convince me that they’re cute.

[ ✉ text → cheyenne ] .. you don’t have to then, keep on working

[ ✉ text → cheyenne ]…yes

( ✉ → melody ) BUT THEY ARE CUTE! ( ✉ → melody ) i’m scared you’re going to kill him/her though... ( ✉ → melody ) sigh, shall i come get rid of it then?

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» bae cheyenne; mood board 1/∞ 

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littlemelwun:

[ ✉ text → cheyenne ] yes because it’s still a spider

[ ✉ text → cheyenne ]  then please 

[ ✉ text → cheyenne ] im not going anywhere near it

( ✉ → melody ) but it’s a cute wittle spider. ( ✉ → melody ) i’m drowning in work though :< i can’t afford distractions. ( ✉ → melody ) ... >.< are you seriously that scared?

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pimxtastic:

“You should! It’s a really nice place. The city skyline is amazing.” She laughed at how surprised Cheyenne was. “Yeeeeah, I know. I’m pretty strange, though, so it works out.” Pim couldn’t believe it: even the way she pronounced her name was adorable, drawing out the i to sound more like Peem than Pim. And she couldn’t even begin to fathom all the compliments she was receiving. It made her heart feel full and warm and fuzzy and every other good feeling. “Well, I don’t know about that,” she said, her cheeks starting to hurt from all the smiling she was doing. “But I think that title is way more fitting for you.”

“I’m going to suggest it when it’s time for my family’s yearly vacation. Would you make me a list of good places to visit and restaurants to eat at?” Cheyenne asked, her tone expressing her hopefulness. “It’s good to be strange though! You’ll never blend in with the background!” Cheyenne liked to assume that she wasn’t easily dismissed, that she was memorable, but it wasn’t something she could be sure of. “Impossible, you’re more deserving of the title I mean... just look at you!” Cheyenne held her arms out, hands gesturing the other’s body. “One look at you and the first thing to pop into anybody’s mind is angelic.” Without getting completely distracted, Cheyenne went back to glancing at the schedule. “Oh! I know where this next building is...” She muttered to herself, setting off towards the arts’ building. 

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moonkwanhoon:

Kwanhoon is pleased that Cheyenne seemed to perk up at the campus cafe being on the table instead of the sneaking out part. He was glad that she was able to relax, not wanting to force anything upon her. It was odd though - that the younger girl made him feel this way - wanting to protect her and all that bullshit. “ Yeah, it’s less work for me, so I’m up for it.” Her replied with a soft smile before glancing around awkwardly at the question. Well he couldn’t…he couldn’t tell her what he really did. “ Yeah - I work for my foster father’s company I help his clients…with physical labor stuff like that.” He lied, before his eyes widen at the younger’s touch, the rebel coughed softly pulling his arm away. “ I’ll be fine, don’t worry about me.”

“Less work for you? You act as though walking off campus undetected is hard or something...” Cheyenne said with a playful scoff, not necessarily sure if sneaking off was actually an accomplishment to be proud of. The way she imagined it was simply walking off campus, the university students did it on the daily. It couldn’t be that hard to pose as a senior. “Foster father? So you’re like adopted?” Cheyenne blurted out, expression horrified as she moved a hand to cover her mouth. She counted backwards from five before letting out a shaky breath, “I am so sorry. I’m an idiot. Please pretend I never said that. Please?” She knew that her face was probably the reddest shade imaginable but she had to move past that. Cheyenne cleared her throat, “physical labor, you say. Sounds like a lot of work. But you look strong so I can imagine that it’s not too hard for you, right?” Just.... try not to overwork yourself, okay? I don’t need something else to worry about.” She teased, her eyes forming small crescents as she smiled at him.

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moonkwanhoon:

He felt by just being near her - he was corrupting her and for some reason Kwanhoon didn’t want that. He liked how innocent Cheyenne was, how she wasn’t rough around the ages like he was. So seeing her spewing awkwardly at his request made him falter. “ Or we can just go to the campus cafe - I’m a bit sore from …a job I had to do, so sneaking off campus sounds like way too much work.”

“The campus cafe?” Cheyenne repeated, head tilting as she perked up considerably. She wasn’t necessarily sure if he had seen through her act or perhaps he was the innocent one. Although something in her gut told her that wasn’t the case. She shrugged, “I mean - if that’s what you want to do... I mean..” She was practically stumbling over her words, scoffing every now and then as she leaned back in a casual manner. “It’s whatever, you know? Sneaking off campus ain’t sh- ain’t crap to me...” Cheyenne smiled weakly, “sore from a job? Do you work in like a moving company or something?” She reached forward, a kind hand resting on his upper arm. “Oppa should take care of himself! First a basketball to the head and now this...” 

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pimxtastic:

Pim tried her best to permanently instill the locations Cheyenne pointed out in her brain. She could only hope that she’d remember all this information later. It didn’t seem too likely that she wouldn’t, so she turned her attention back to the girl. “I am from Thailand, yes. I grew up. I was born in Bangkok and lived there until I was about … thirteen? Yeah … it was really nice. To be honest, though, I think I may just like Seoul more now.” She was purposely giving an extended response, to prolong answering the final question. “And my name is Pim. Pim Tawisuwan. It sounds very Thai, doesn’t it? Here, I don’t have to worry about other Pims. It’s a pretty common name in Thailand, actually. Aaaaaand . .  I do have a guardian angel: it’s you!”

"That’s so coool, I’ve never been to Thailand. I really want to go one day!” Cheyenne nodded as she listened closely, eyes slightly widened. “You like Seoul more? That’s so strange. Or maybe I just feel that way since I’ve lived there for most of my life.” She smiled gently upon hearing the other’s name, her mouth sounding out the syllables after she processed it. “Your name is so freakin’ cool! I’ve never met a Pim before! Weeell, if it makes it any better you’re the only Pim I know! And you’re definitely the prettiest, I don’t have to meet any of the other one’s to be sure.” She paused, jaw slackening at the other’s answer. Cheyenne clapped her hands together, letting out a few giggles out of joy. “Me? Me!? I’m your guardian angel?” She placed a hand over her heart, “you’re the sweetest person I’ve ever met, oh my.”

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yooreagan:

“I’m twenty three and I haven’t bothered with any of that stuff yet either.” They stated with a shrug. Even in their younger years, they never felt weird about it. It wasn’t as if they ever had the time to get into that, nor did they even know anyone besides their mother, various coaches, and the few competitors around their age. “I wouldn’t worry about it, y’know? Everyone moves at their own pace. It’s just whatever.” Reagan nodded silently in agreement. When they were at Cheyenne’s age their circumstances weren’t much different, and even now they could say that thirty minutes was probably an overestimation of how much free time they had on their hands.  “Yeah, well I’m judging a bit. Nothing wrong with it, just human habit.”

“Really? Twenty-three? And you haven’t...” Cheyenne lifted a hand to cover her mouth, all in an attempt to keep herself from rambling on too much. She felt loads better knowing that it wasn’t out of the ordinary for her to still be “pure and innocent” at her age - although, in her opinion, all of that was just a load of bull crap that society engraved into people’s minds. “I’ll try not to worry about it then. It’s just like.. it’s not even something I think about until it’s brought up. I’m far too busy worrying about competitions and placing well in academics.” Cheyenne nodded, “human nature and all. I get it. Judging isn’t nice though... right? But as long as they’re not aware... it’s not wrong?”

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littlemelwun:

[ ✉ text → cheyenne ] that doesn’t make me less scared of it

[ ✉ text → cheyenne ] then you come love it and admire it and take it with you

[ ✉ text → cheyenne ] why do they scare me then??

( ✉ → melody ) would you be scared of it if it wore a huge pink bow? ( ✉ → melody ) I’M TEMPTED TO!!! ( ✉ → melody ) sigh v.v idunno! just grab a cup and a piece of paper and capture the little bugger and let him go outside~ ( ✉ → melody ) easy peasy.

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yejuuuns:

Yejun chuckled to himself–he knew about some of the things the other students his age did, but he had always felt like he’d been way too good for that. Looking back at Cheyenne, he smiled slightly, nodding his head. “That’s what some people choose to do with their lives… Couldn’t they do something, a little, more, you know, productive? But, I guess that’s not my call, is it? Assuming from the look on your face, this must be news.” He offers a shrug, sighing. “It’s kind of funny, even though I don’t do any of this stuff, it’s still entertaining to hear about it, you know? It’s kind of like… living through them or something.”

Cheyenne’s facial expression read blank, “I mean - I had an idea from Western movies... but I thought it was something that ONLY happened in movies.” She didn’t understand half of what the group of teens mentioned in conversation so she made a mental note to look up some of the stuff on the internet. “M-maybe it’s productive to them...” She added, realizing just how stupid she sounded a little bit too late. “It’d be a lot more entertaining to me if I actually understood what they were talking about.” Cheyenne admitted, “yeah - living vicariously through the bad kids. I feel so...” She wiggled her eyebrows, reaching over to nudge him with her elbow - “naughty.”

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pimxtastic:

Pim almost didn’t hear her question, too distracted from all the cuteness the younger seemed to be full of. Honestly, it was crazy how comfortable she felt around Cheyenne after having known her for not even ten minutes. Everything she did made Pim feel right at home in this new environment. She hoped they would become very close friends as time went on. 

“I can remember things fairly well,” she decided to say. “Although if I do happen to forget, I can just call up my guardian angel, yeah?” She asked, sporting a smile as bright as the sun.

Cheyenne would glance between the schedule and the buildings as they zoomed past them, stopping dead in her tracks when she reached the first one on the list. “Alriiight, so this is the math and sciences building... where you can obviously find your math and science class, whichever you have.” Cheyenne made a show out of pointing out the building as if she was on some sort of game show. After a few moments she turned her attention back onto the timetable, skipping over the list until she figured out the closest building from here. “Oh! About those questions... let’s start with the first one I asked, you’re from Thailand? Most importantly... what’s your name?” She paused, “wait - I just realized what you just said. You have a guardian angel?”

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littlemelwun:

[ ✉ text → cheyenne ] it seems provoked but i’m not near it

[ ✉ text → cheyenne ] no way

[ ✉ text → cheyenne ] they’re the evil things not me

( ✉ → melody ) it’s just an innocent and harmless creature! ( ✉ → melody ) all it wants is to be loved and admired... and to eat a few bugs in the meanwhile.  ( ✉ → melody ) THEY’RE NOT EVIL!!!!