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for someone who can barely keep track of their own schedule, yuul has a remarkable knack for remembering jeno’s. coordinating time in an otherwise hellish day to see her best friend at least once is clearly more important than remembering that she has to attend her general education course if she wants to graduate (and ‘forgetting it exists’ is apparently never a passable excuse). today in particular, however, she’d found herself sprinting into a familiar building with a purpose.

the classroom she’s been staking out for the past ten minutes doesn’t show any sign of releasing the students trapped within from its grasp and she is grateful, belatedly, that the guy at gongcha forgot to put ice in the cup of boba she picked up for jeno on her way to the building because it definitely would have melted by now. her own cup has already been drained and discarded in the nearby bin under the watchful eye of the custodian that caught her accidentally Not Recycling last time she was here. yuul has learned her lesson and she’ll never neglect the planet again

approximately one (1) minutes passes and eternity weighs on her shoulders like a lead weight. patience isn’t her strongest suit and yuul is on the verge of admitting defeat and also maybe drinking the beverage she’d bought specifically for jeno, when the door finally, finally, opens. a stream of students comes pouring out, chatter filling the hallway as they walk past her in both directions.

she idles, leaning back against the wall and sinking down ever-so-slightly until she’s essentially miming sitting on a chair.

the next time yuul looks up from her phone, where her kakaotalk messages and spam of emoticons has gone unread, she locks eyes with the exact person she’s been waiting for.

“did you see my messages?” she asks immediately, in lieu of greeting—and despite knowing that he hasn’t. with much futility, she straightens up again, heaving herself back into an upright position and first, extending the drink to jeno and second, looping her arm with his, too naturally. “i need your moral support today. i woke up this morning and decided that today is the day that i, lee yuul, will finally adopt the dog of my dreams.”

the grin on her face is wide and electric.

“i even figured out a name,” yuul continues. “i’m going to name the dog william.”

@csjeno

#th.105 #csjeno #pls excuse typos i am DEAD

WORLD WAR Y

the hour is midnight.

it’s rare—actually, improbable up until this point—for the subway to be empty at this hour. she doesn’t think much of it past the initial surprise; it’s not every day that she sprints down the steps of any station and bursts through the subway doors only to find that there is one (1) other person occupying the usually-congested premises.

she isn’t complaining. it’s nice having an entire bench to herself and the long ride she has ahead of her before sinchon station comes around is made all the more leisurely by the fact that she doesn’t have to spend twenty plus minutes arguing with some dude about manspreading in this economy. maybe she’ll spend some time at home working on some stencils before retiring for the night. it’s the middle of the week (maybe that’s why no one’s on) and she has classes tomorrow, sure, but the adrenaline rush of another piece completed in an obscure alley in noksapyeong leaves her feeling particularly giddy.

and then the subway car stutters.

yuul looks up from her cellphone screen, gaze flickering from side-to-side, inadvertently making eye contact with the girl—maybe a student—at the other end of the car. she shakes it off and returns her attention to her game of candy crush—

when the train stutters again, this time accompanied with a screeching noise and something clicking.

okay. this is fine. technology is unreliable. the world is full of faulty things.

—and then the lights go out.

okay.

the subway screeches to a halt in the middle of a dark tunnel and it’s inconvenient how her mind goes to these places automatically, but the first thought is brad pitt and then world war z and then train to busan and then gong yoo’s really too handsome to die and then zombie apocalypse and then the logistics of her, being on a train, being on a train that has stopped in a pitch dark tunnel, being on a train that has stopped in a pitch dark tunnel late at night on a wednesday evening which is probably the perfect time for a mob of zombies to strike if they ever coordinated their schedules—

she closes her eyes.

yuul takes a deep breath and thinks back to the five free yoga classes she got at the gym on top of the jokbal store she likes. something something count to ten and think about zen and shit. like dewdrops on roses and whiskers on kittens and.

“we’re sorry to any passengers, but the subway is experiencing some difficulties and we’ll be stuck here for a little while before the tracks are ready again!”

“hey—” she calls out into what might as well be the void, suddenly remembering the girl (hopefully not a zombie) in the car with her. “are you okay? are you even there? are you a ghost? god, i’m losing it.”

distantly, almost resignedly, yuul thinks that this is most certainly the place where she is going to die.

@csyerim

#th.world war y #csyerim #im sorry pls dont roast me #ignore typos im 2 lazy

👧🏽

👧🏽 / AS A CHILD ( !! )

childhood was lonely.

accordingly, she was a lonely kid. most of her time was spent being shuttled between miscellaneous lessons her parents more or less forced her into and she didn’t mind much—if it made umma and appa happy, then she’d do it. her older siblings were cycling the same sort of schedule and maybe it was deliberate, maybe it was just unfortunate luck, but it’s likelier than not that they were all really lonely, and it’s a shame they couldn’t find solace in each other.

(but that’s the past, and there’s no use dwelling on it.)

that being said, maybe it was the lack of attention or something along those lines, but yuul’s also always been a forward person, even in adolescence. very much so the type to befriend the old ladies selling bungeobbang on the streets during the winter and the garbage men at five in the morning, sometimes she just wanted to hear someone say “hello” back. as a kid, she might have cried more, might have averted more gazes, done a better job with deference.

other than the fact that she’s realized now that her life is her life and she’s free to live it the way she wants to live it, nothing much has changed.

#y.hc #cseuitaek #thx for sending

☔️

☔️ / CAUGHT IN THE RAIN ( !! )

anyone: i heard the rain’s going to pass so maybe we should just wait it ou—yuul: (actually screaming as she sprints out from the overpass of the library in the direction of home bc why would she wait 2 minutes for the rain to stop when she could spend those two minutes tomorrow morning regretting her life choices while stuck in bed with a cold AMIRITE)

#y.hc #csjaehyun #what's it like having a brain! can't relate

🛌

🛌 / SLEEPING HABITS ( !! )

her sleeping schedule is unforgivingly erratic. depending on how the day, the week has gone, she sporadically finds herself out and about until the wee hours, usually with too many half-empty cans of spray paint weighing her bag down. after she gets home and in her bed, however, the fog of uncertainty is no more because lee yuul falls asleep as soon as the lights go out—without fail. on more anxious nights when there are too many things on her mind, it might be a different story, but on a regular wednesday at 1am? as long as she’s comfortable and surrounded by too many pillows… k.o’ed. she doesn’t even stand a chance.

#y.hc #ty for sending :D #csxsyuu

🍼

🍼 / WITH CHILDREN/BABIES ( !! )

she adores babies! and is also deathly afraid of them! mostly because she adores them! it’s very much so the residual “BUT WHAT IF I DROP THEM WHAT IF THEY CRY” panic. yuul thinks babies are the cutest and is content admiring them from afar but please do not bring one near her what if she offends it by breathing.

at some point in the natural progression of sweet baby whom she would not even dare to TOUCH to A Normal Child, the line blurs and she’s a-ok holding them upside down by their ankles when she gets corralled at the park into playing the evil monster in a game of power rangers.

(she’s great at playing evil witches btw. hire her for ur next children’s birthday party if u don’t want ur child to ask for a birthday party ever again!)

#y.hc #TY FOR SENDING!#csjeno

💪

💪 / AT THE GYM ( !! )

what is……… how do you say………. (vague hand gestures) a gym.

just kidding (sort of). she’s not big on going to the gym, like, ever, if she can avoid it, but she’s a fan of the leisurely infrequent jog and a non-aggressive hike here and there - preferably up mountains that aren’t bukhansan.

“guess you could say my deltoids are pretty great! probably a natural product of having to carry the crippling GUILT stemming from the weight of a progressive presidency that isn’t actually progressive hurting the society you want to protect on your shoulders or something. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯”

#y.hc #somehow everything is abt politics #hows the weather! 'would be gr8 if the govt would SMD'#TY FOR SENDING!!!

cityscapekrp

As a welcome to all of our members, we’re reblogging our first meme! Since everyone is new and getting to know each others’ muses, we’re starting out with a headcanon meme! This can be answered through either a solo or drabble through your muse’s perspective or as an out of character commentary about their life and experiences. And be sure to remember roleplay karma; the more memes you send out, the more you’re likely to receive!

Send one of the following for a headcanon about my muse…

🎄 at christmastime

🌵 being stranded in the desert

🌲 out in nature

🌴 going on vacation

🍀 lucking out

👗 going shopping

🍂 going to the park

🌙 at nighttime

🌞 dealing with a heatwave

❄️ in a blizzard

☔️ caught in the rain

🌊 going to the beach

🛌 and sleeping habits

💍 in a relationship

🍼 with children/babies

🤡 visiting the circus

🎃 on halloween

🤘 at a concert

💪 at the gym

✍️ in school

👧🏽 as a child

👩🏽‍🏭 in the hospital

☕️ at a coffee shop

🍻 in a bar/drunk

🐕 with pets

#y.meme

csyuul-blog

hello and welcome to the gun show (cue yuul flexing her spaghetti arms) !! just kidding. this here lady is your neighborhood hot mess engineering student. if she’s not studying, working, or getting into fights about politics with strangers at the engineering building dining hall, you might find traces of her throughout the city - spray-painted on the walls. half-student, half granddaughter, half-server, half-favorite-student-of-the-lunch-ladies, half-graffiti-artist, half—

(her math isn’t as bad as mine, i promise.)

she’s a little rough around the edges, a little forward, a little too honest, and she wears her entire heart on her sleeve and tries to pretend she doesn’t. overall, she’s a good kid !! laughs too loudly, smacks you too hard when you tell her something exciting, and would watch a horror movie with you if you asked even if she complains about it the entire time.

like this post if you’d like to plot !! more information and some general plot ideas below the cut (but it’s really just a regurgitation of her facts page).

profile , facts , h(er)story , plots (wip)

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csyuul-blog

finally finished yuul’s plots page 💪 lmk if you see anything you’re interested in!

#bumping! :>

hello and welcome to the gun show (cue yuul flexing her spaghetti arms) !! just kidding. this here lady is your neighborhood hot mess engineering student. if she’s not studying, working, or getting into fights about politics with strangers at the engineering building dining hall, you might find traces of her throughout the city - spray-painted on the walls. half-student, half granddaughter, half-server, half-favorite-student-of-the-lunch-ladies, half-graffiti-artist, half—

(her math isn’t as bad as mine, i promise.)

she’s a little rough around the edges, a little forward, a little too honest, and she wears her entire heart on her sleeve and tries to pretend she doesn’t. overall, she’s a good kid !! laughs too loudly, smacks you too hard when you tell her something exciting, and would watch a horror movie with you if you asked even if she complains about it the entire time.

like this post if you’d like to plot !! more information and some general plot ideas below the cut (but it’s really just a regurgitation of her facts page).

profile , facts , h(er)story , plots (wip)

#y.intro #why's this so dang long!