let me fall,

er - a - to: the greek muse of love in poetry. yerim. twentyone. x(wo)man. literature teacher. i would spend the rest of my life trying to make flowers grow from your rib cage if i thought it would make you happy. kim yerim. eighteen year old anime sparkle desu desu story teller extraordinaire. not your senpai. dandere queen made of porcelain. ( CURRENTLY PARTICIPATING IN: APHORISM

[drpyerim]

dropping both yerim and sunmi.

[drpyerim]

DEATH IS SO NOT KAWAII! ► MYUNGSOO

panic. 

granted, kim yerim has never been one for an inward calm, but for once in her life, she can feel the panic rising past that barrier she has somewhere between her stomach and throat, and when the sight of one of those deadly, people eating (not flying or purple unfortunately) monsters comes into view from the corner of her eye, she chokes back a scream, hand slapping over her mouth. verbal panic-- now that was something new. alright so maybe it wasn't the best idea in the world to take off sprinting without using the buddy system to ensure her safety, but she's never been a person of good ideas, including the one she suddenly has to leave the abandoned classroom, wandering slowly into the hallway. 

okay, so this idea is definitely worse than her hideaway one, but naruto wouldn't hide so she probably shouldn't either, right? right. she's really starting to regret not making more friends. her fingers pick at the waistband of her skirt, pulling down to glance at the sore spot on her hip where the new ink stained her skin, a grimace splaying across her features. 

wow, real facial expressions, so many new things today. 

with a frown still pulling at the corners of her lips, the girl sticks close to wall, slowing her breathing as a poor attempt to calm, eventually returning to her usual cool exterior. a finger dips under her waistband, rubbing at the new tattoo. her mom had always told her tattoos are cool-- somehow, yerim doesn't feel very cool. 

"porcelain, what the fuck will that do for me.." she mumbles, wondering when she started to go crazy and talk to herself. a sigh brushes past her lips, forcing them to part, which is perfect since she won't have to open them again to scream now because oh my god fuck that shadow coming toward me on the wall man, no way, nuh uh, this is some anime bullshit in real life. it comes out more as a squeak, and naturally, she bolts, turning a sharp corner only to run into a hard body. 

fuck that cool senpai look she's got going for her, her eyes are the size of moons and not in the cute way, breathing heavy as she clutches the familiar male's arms. 

"run." 

[drpyerim]

round up the kids

[drpyerim]

SOOO this is all I have so far but if you’re interested in anything pls feel free to msg me or like this! if you can think of smth else, lemme know toooo ~

louis xvi (male, one)

if she’s marie antionette, you’re her louis. no! that doesn’t mean you should always be accusing her of cheating on you (you know firsthand her promiscuity only goes as far as reading hentai. wild) nor does it mean you’ll both be dragged out and decapitated (but hey who knows). what it does mean is that she loves you, and you love her, relationship filled with charm and intimacy, you are her king.

helen of troy (PARK KYUNGRI)

ultimate sexy female senpai that yerim is secretly not so secretly in love with. it’s a completely harmless fangirl adoration, of course, but for whatever reason, either the way you stand up to bullies, or carry confidence with each step, or talk to everyone despite being 500% too cool for 100% of the population— or probably all of the above; you’ve got her hooked.

grigori rasputin (male or female, two)

liar, deceiver, charismatic, but creepy little asshole. if yerim could describe you using any words, those would be it. someone who seems to have a nice little image for everyone to see, but yerim? she doesn’t trust you— thinks you’re a fake and a liar. of course she never voices this and tends to keep her distance, but if ever in front of a jury, you can trust that she would not hesitate to accuse and throw you under the bus if she thought you deserved it.

achilles (male or female, one)

can u tell what part of history she rly likes best friend doesn’t even begin to cover the bromance you have together, achilles the great and patroclus the less great but for some reason is still allowed to hang out with you way too much. together you can do anything, take over the world, and kick ass! or.. at least, yerim will make a smart remark and hide behind you while you take over the world and kick ass. close enough, right?

[rackamu]

Visit Original Link

[drpyerim]

round up the kids

SOOO this is all I have so far but if you’re interested in anything pls feel free to msg me or like this! if you can think of smth else, lemme know toooo ~

louis xvi (male, one)

if she’s marie antionette, you’re her louis. no! that doesn’t mean you should always be accusing her of cheating on you (you know firsthand her promiscuity only goes as far as reading hentai. wild) nor does it mean you’ll both be dragged out and decapitated (but hey who knows). what it does mean is that she loves you, and you love her, relationship filled with charm and intimacy, you are her king.

helen of troy (female, one)

ultimate sexy female senpai that yerim is secretly not so secretly in love with. it’s a completely harmless fangirl adoration, of course, but for whatever reason, either the way you stand up to bullies, or carry confidence with each step, or talk to everyone despite being 500% too cool for 100% of the population— or probably all of the above; you’ve got her hooked.

grigori rasputin (male or female, two)

liar, deceiver, charismatic, but creepy little asshole. if yerim could describe you using any words, those would be it. someone who seems to have a nice little image for everyone to see, but yerim? she doesn’t trust you— thinks you’re a fake and a liar. of course she never voices this and tends to keep her distance, but if ever in front of a jury, you can trust that she would not hesitate to accuse and throw you under the bus if she thought you deserved it.

achilles (male or female, one)

can u tell what part of history she rly likes best friend doesn’t even begin to cover the bromance you have together, achilles the great and patroclus the less great but for some reason is still allowed to hang out with you way too much. together you can do anything, take over the world, and kick ass! or.. at least, yerim will make a smart remark and hide behind you while you take over the world and kick ass. close enough, right?

[fcxaphorism]

hello, my name is 「 kim yerim 」 and my chosen word is 「 porcelain 」!

[fcxaphorism]

the tattoo of your chosen word appears on your hip as soon as your hand finishes the last stroke — you’ve been granted the ability of dollification, and must follow the guidelines below :

can only transform a person three times an hour.

easier to control smaller “dolls” than larger dolls — in terms of motor-skill manipulation.

the latter does not work on beings that aren’t dolls.

[drpyerim]

notice me senpai.

hahaha, nooooo thank you.

[drpyerim]

HEY, LISTEN.

or don’t, either way busy body kim yerim won’t mind, too stuck on her own agenda of figuring out how to avoid talking to as many people as possible while flipping through her history textbooks seemingly idly. she’s cool, right? anime flowers in the background as she turns, slowly while the wind blows the perfect amount to toss her hair out of her face; her stoic expression slowly curls into the faintest trace of a smile and— is she smiling at you? cool anime sparkles, bro. a woman of few words and generally nonchalant (about everything) the girl tends to stray from too many close relationships or big crowds, preferring the silence of her own company. one day, she’ll travel the world and tell stories of the past, but first, she’ll read about some revolution you’ve never heard of under the shade of a cherry blossom tree.

note not documented: there might be a secret anime obsession somewhere in that pretty little head of hers.

SO BASICALLY,

kim yerim, eighteen, typical cool quiet senpai, not really cool at all, future historian.

word? word up, yo, b b b bird, bird, bird, bird is the word not rly tho

[gmxjaebum]

i do. { ` he answers simply, lips curving as he reaches into his pocket and pulls out a scratched up thing (his original phone, merely given service again) and turns it on — without another word, he presses it into her hand and turns to face ahead when they step inside the cool, air-conditioned store and he grabs a small basket } add your contact information. { ` and he’s happy with watching her do so, reaching out to smooth down a few flyaway strands before accepting his phone back when she offers it and looking around. he’s got more money in his wallet than he’s had for months, but habit pushes him toward the simple things. cup ramyeon (and cheap kimchi, should he find it). grasping a few containers, jaebum sets them in his basket and moves onto the next thing, giving her a look from the corner of his eye } help me shop, noona.

[drpyerim]

(` accepting the phone into her hands, she quickly taps away to add herself back into his life, and it takes a moment longer than she means to, not exactly the most tech savvy person. glances up at the feeling of his bigger hand smoothing her hair out-- when did that happen? she could hardly keep up with his growth ) ah, (` a smile, handing the phone back and watching as he puts the ramen into his basket, idly tapping against his arm ) hmm? oh-- we should get one hard boiled egg and split it in half to put in the ramen. and pudding-- for dessert, of course. (` grins, taking a moment to enjoy this sense of nostalgia, her eyes turning to crescents as they walk along an aisle, leaning in just a bit closer to speak, her eyes staying in front of them ) doesn't this feel like old times? when you and i would go shopping for dinner together. (` looks up at him, slightly beaming ) 

[lim-kims]

[drpyerim]

START ME UP (PAST) : JL/YR

(` at eighteen years young, kim yerim has a hard time staying in one place, the strong sense of wanderlust shaking her until she moves-- she has to. the school is a safe haven for her, and she never takes it for granted, but the young woman pushes through the front door for the fourth time that week and finds herself in the heart of the city, where the sounds of busan buzzes and hums to prove it's vitality and life to her, constant sounds that fill the silent gaps created by the spaces between her thoughts. this city is her childhood, home, she loves it here. some way or another she finds herself on the nearby university's campus, where the sun filters through the tress and change the contours of her expression, shadows and light masking her. she's never been a university student nor will she ever be able to be one, not with her bank account at zero and her penniless lifestyle, but a book tucks under her arm and she thinks she looks the part nonetheless )

(` there's a boy, just one in particular out of the flooded college campus that catches her attention. she's seen him before, tall, charming, hard to miss-- it's only been a few glances here and there, but she's never been a very forgetful person. he has a nice smile ) 

(` people say subtety is key. yerim has never been good at subtlety )

hello. (` a smile curls her lips, immediately sitting in the empty spot next to him on one of the quad's many benches. don't be creepy yerim, for once in your life do not be creepy-- ) I was just admiring the curve of your lips-- your smile, it's lovely. 

(` okay, or be completely creepy. she doesn't mean to come off this way-- her genuine words are meant to be taken that way, genuine. it doesn't always work out for her )

ah (` a sudden realization, emphasized by the way she blinks with slightly wider eyes ) sorry, where are my manners (` dips her head down into a small bow, only to reveal her smile still intact when her head lifts ) I'm kim yerim. 

[fcxbyungjoo]

{* snorts at her replies, tempted to use emojis of his own — but it’s more fun to let her continue on her her own *}

{ txt } didn’t you know? dramatic is my middle name { txt } your amount of dangerousness is increasing. it scares me. ): { txt } ghosts are rarely ever kind

[drpyerim]

[txt]: if you were really scared, wouldn't you stop talking to me? [txt]: and if you stopped talking to me, then the world would drown in my sadness. [txt]: .・゜゜・（／︹＼）・゜゜・． [txt]: don't be (っ*´□`)っ (scared) [txt]: be (*‿*✿) (happy) [txt]: let me hug you [txt]: (づ￣ ³￣)づ [txt]: and how do you know that? i think that's ghost discrimination [txt]: i would be friends with a ghost [txt]: i would even high five one [txt]: (*´･ω･)人ʕ•͡-•ʔ

[gmxjaebum]

never. { ` funny, how easily that teasing tone seems to come after so long hoping for his heart to lighten — perhaps it’s nostalgia (so bittersweet) playing with his mind, but he hardly cares, caught up in the highs and the lows and everything between } mhm — i’ll never be cool enough. { ` and his eyes wander back across the street to that perfectly average supermarket; something that had once become utterly unobtainable for what seemed like the longest time — his hand lifts, index finger extending to point to the sliding doors as a family walks in, chatting happily among themselves. } in there. { ` and though he can’t help the way it sounds (somewhat lost) he gives her a slight tug and peers both ways down the street } we’re going in. { ` and this is special to him, somehow. }

[drpyerim]

(` her eyes follow his finger all the way to the-- supermarket? she blinks, reminded of the days when it was a struggle to find enough loose change on the ground to afford something, cup ramen, probably, maybe a piece of candy for dessert. she can't remember the last time she felt truly hungry, and wonders how long ago it was for him, weeks, days, hours? guilt, her head turns back to him, burying itself against his arm where she nods slowly ) okay. (` the word is muffled by the fabric of his sleeve, and when she looks back up at him, a smile curls her lips. the walk across the street to the market is short lived, and there are a million other things she could be doing, should be doing like grading papers, getting to know her students, or training until her bones gave out but being with the younger male clouds her judgement, shifting her orders of importance, and she tries not to live in the past but there are days where it sticks to her skin and doesn't let her go ) so do you have a phone again, yet? (` because your clothes are nicer, i can hear change jingling in your pocket, and if you're returning to the world i would like an easier way to reach you ) it would be helpful, you know. not that i don't like stalking you, or anything-- my love knows no bounds. (` it almost sounds like a joke, the way her voice curves and rounds, but yerim has always been a genuine person )

[gmxjaebum]

{ ` her words are taken at face value. since when has yerim had the heart to lie to anyone? (if she has, he doesn’t want to know — the image of an unattainable ideal lies with her, and there he’d like it to stay) and he isn’t wrong. the smile tugging at his lips only grows at her admission, despite the air of indifference that holds to her words as if bound with duct tape and — } why would you need to ask? { ` their collective absences are discarded, while he holds out his arm for her to take in much the way that she’d done so long before. } i was just going to grab some food. come with me?

[drpyerim]

(` he has some sort of magic charm to him, something he's had for as long as she's known him, this amazing ability to make her feel comfortable, at home. any of the worries she may have had dissolve, and she takes his arm as a gesture of acceptance to his offer, grin wide and all teeth ) just checking to see if you're too cool to hang out with me yet. but of course-- my heart swells knowing you still have time for me, dearest. (` glances around their general area, momentarily memorizing mail details of their whereabouts, blink, blink, blink-- she glances up at him, a smile curling ) where were you headed toward? 

[drpyerim]

{ ` it feels like a close, somehow, to this small moment in their lives but he doesn't protest it (times like this are perhaps best lived as waking dreams) only laying his hands on her shoulders and pulling back just enough to look at her in much the same way she does him (who knows if this will be the last time) } i'll be here. { ` nods to gesture to their surroundings (the city itself) with a faint smile and high hopes for the young woman, even if he doesn't intend on following her } i will.

don't say things if you don't mean them. (` her smile is light, a exhale through her nose as her shoulders slump and she glances down at her watch. she's not supposed to be out-- not really, anyways, and when she lifts her head again there's an apology on the tip of her tongue, but he doesn't deserve her silly sorry's that feel so meaningless and empty ) i have to go.. (` impulse, that's what makes her wrap her thin limbs around his too-skinny frame and press another short kiss to his cheek. when she pulls away, she smooths his hair, and smiles ) i would go to the end of the earth for you, you know? (` another exhale, her arms dropping back to her side and she takes two steps backward, lifting a hand to wave shortly. she's always been shit at goodbyes )

[drpyerim]

{ ` his eyes remain fixed on the building before him, confused by the strange (almost unfamiliar) weight of money in his pocket and decent, secondhand clothes on his body. he’s supposed to eat; pick up weight for the increasingly difficult training sessions that last for hours at a time. he doesn’t have any complaints (he’s comfortably numb, he supposes) but just the same, the sight of the supermarket across the street has him stopped in his tracks. how many times had he been kicked out? } — { ` he stops, however, at the tap of a finger on his shoulder; panic knots at the back of his throat as he glances over his shoulder (and promptly calms, offering a slight smile) } hey. funny running into you

(` he looks different from the last time she saw him, healthier, cleaner. she doesn't comment on it-- however he's getting by to survive, that's his deal, he's an adult now and no matter how much yerim wants to interrogate him or treat him like the child she's used to seeing, she can't, she won't ) is it? (` not really, since i've been tracking you for a few hours now ) mm, i've been looking for you, so.. (` she's always been shit at lying or making up excuses, at least, to the people she couldn't bring herself to lie to. a shrug, ah yes, nonchalance looks good on you yerim ) what are you up to? can we hang out? (` it's an unfamiliar question, she's used to simply clinging onto him, or having him follow her around while poems and fairy tales fell from her mouth, but she supposes a few things have changed since childhood )

[drpyerim]

{ ` he's content, right there -- as impossible as it may seem, there's little else that he can ask for as his lips curve into the slightest of smiles and his face disappears into her hair (this is comfort, he remembers it) } i know. { ` even if he can't bring himself to say the words to anyone else (living or otherwise) he hopes they come in his voice, in the arms wrapped around her shoulders }

(` she doesn't need for him to say any words of comfort, reciprocate her hold or affections-- no, she was fine with giving, used to the turn of heads and the sound of footsteps fading away from him. he speaks, and it's only two words, but she can feel the turn of his head into her long untamed hair, and it makes stings her eyes with nostalgia. when she pulls away, tears pooling in her eyes still, she has a smile curled on her lips, a hand reaching up to thumb the younger male's cheekbone. when did he get so tall? ) don't you ever disappear on me again, okay? you will always have a home with me, so.. whenever you want to come home-- find me, alright?