love is a smoke, raised with the fume of sighs.

The ground we stand on seems solid enough, but if something happens it can drop right out from under you. And once that happens, you've had it: things will never be the same. All you can do is go on living alone down there in darkness.

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i plan on revamping this muse sometime this week. bear with me.

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( MSG: Yoonoh. ) Hey you, I love you.

( msg: Miyoung ) What an excellent way to kick start my day. As touched as I am, though, I think I would have preferred to hear those words in person, as opposed to through a text message. I appreciate it nonetheless. Aside from that, honey why didn’t you wake me up before you left? We could have gone together. 

( msg: Miyoung ) As punishment, I expect you to buy me a cup of coffee. An iced americano. But this time, Miyoung, please don’t sneak a few packs of sugar in it. You know how I feel about sugary drinks.

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( — ; leaning over to give him a small kiss on his cheek. ) Hi, you. How were your classes today?

( ` the soft reverberation of her honey-sweet voice pervades the once silent room, he averts his eyes away from the screen of his monitor and searches to meet her gaze with a hint of predilection flickering amidst his chocolate-brown orbs. once he successfully located hers, the corners of his pale, plush lips upturned, sporting a simplistic simper that can only be found when he’s with her. he swivels his chair to the side, elongating his arms to secure around the slender circumference of her torso, he hauls her towards his entity, raising his chin to plant a chaste kiss upon her jawline. ) Good afternoon, princess. ( ` voices out in a quiet susurration. given the fact that he was seated whilst she was not, he was given the opportunity to lean his head onto her chest, palm flattened on the small of her back. ) My classes were fine, as per usual. Nothing worth mentioning really happened. ( ` pausing momentarily, his lashes flutter shut, eyes closed behind blanched eyelids. leaning into the comfort of her warmth, he sighs contentedly. ) You should have told me you were going to visit me today. I would have asked one of my employers to run out and grab something for you to eat.

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@shimuie​: 

“We both have a lot of things to do, Yoon.”

It’s not the first time that she saw him being like this, it’s probably the third or the fourth ever since they got together. If it ever happens, whenever someone’s too affectionate enough to be that possessive or anything that is related to that matter, it would be Miyoung, as she would often find herself in his captive, arms around her waist, her head on his chest. But in this moment that she wants to remember in her head for a very long time, it’s the opposite, it’s him who has his head on her shoulder, and his arms wrapped around her body as if to try and distract her one more time, which is somewhat cute and a little annoying as she’s trying to finish the spring collection that she would present to the class the next week, and she still has a little to four more designs to go.

Miyoung tries not to squirm, but the hold around her body tells her the otherwise as she was kept restrained, her fingers were the only movable part as she was pressed against his chest once again, heaving off a laugh yet leaning on a frustrated note. “If I fail this class, I am going to blame you, and I am going to punish you for that!” she clicks her tongue, reaching up to nudge his head with her palm and to prod his forehead, but as always, she couldn’t help but to lean against him and the hold with the warmth that he provides. It’s soothing, it feels like home.

“You have ten minutes, okay? I really need to finish this, Yoon, and I thought you brought some of your things here so we can do work together? Why did you lie to me!” She laughs, peering forward to let the tip of her nose gaze along his cheek, soft and smooth, as always. “Hmm.” 

Jung Yoonoh and the word clingy should not be used in the same sentence, simple as that.. 

However, the idea made him laugh, for some odd reason. It was merely a faint chuckle earned from him, nothing that could be defined as uncourteous or rude. Yoonoh found this side of him to be quite humorous because this was not a side of him that he would normally publicize for others to see. Not even his beloved girlfriend whom he loved and cherished deeply. He thinks it’s as embarrassing as it is downright degrading ( to a certain degree ). And yet, tonight was a completely different story. Not only has Miyoung been working diligently hard, he has, too. On top of that, he was feeling abnormally affectionate and needy; desperate for her attention.

What better way to solve their problems than this? If he distracts her, they’ll both get a break. 

With two arms secured tightly around Miyoung’s lithesome frame and the unwillingness to free her from this so-called imprisonment, he turns his head toward her countenance and presses the tip of his nose to her cheek, her mutters, “You’re not going to fail, love. You’re one of the top students at our university. And, if I may add, you’re also Mrs, Hwang’s favorite student. Therefore, you have an upper hand in this one. If not, I’ll have a talk with her. I’m sure she’d be willing to make an exception for you.” 

It’s when she says, “Ten minutes,” that he draws her away from her work and pulls her along with him; back pressed to the couch’s cushioned surface, he maneuvers her onto his chest, burying the lower half of his face into the crown of her head. His eyes flutter shut, dark lashes grazing across the porcelain skin underneath. Yoonoh missed this, to say so at the very least. Seems like it’s been weeks since he was last able to hold her like this; with their troubles aside, there was no one that would come in the way between them and their relationship. Not his father, not his brother, and not her mother. What more could he ask for than just this? “Hey, Miyoung?” He quietly voices out, lips brushing against her cranium. “I really missed you.”

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what’s your archetype?

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the realist 

traits: practical, understanding, honest, brutal, logical, creator, intelligent, sensible, down-to-earth, reasonable.

the realist is most commonly used to symbolize the highest possible outcome in a dire situation. they are the ones who have everything planned, and hand out reality checks as if they were pamphlets to those who need them--which, quite honestly, is everyone who isn't a realist. although they can be harsh (brutal truth over merciful), they are nurturers and care more than they let on. realists tend to do things that will lead to the best outcome, and use their knowledge of reading people to manipulate situations and problems in order to get out of a rock and a hard place.

fictional characters that are realists: hermione granger, dana scully, thorin oakenshield, lestrade (from sherlock), leia organa, willow rosenberg.

other personality types that go with this: ravenclaw, horned serpent, poseidon, artemis

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TAGGING: i don’t have friends, so. 

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( ✉ — lumière. ) I just realized something when I was alone inside the room, waiting for my class to start. I miss you, I know we see each other almost every weekend, but I miss you. How was your morning, did you drink coffee already? Mine was cold, I threw it away when I had my first sip. Coffee shops like that should be closed, but then again, they wouldn't be able to survive without money... so I guess it's okay? I also had cinnamon bread today!

He’s fallen asleep at the office again, arm tucked beneath his head as his eyes remain shut. This is a typical occurrence in the life of Jung Yoonoh, especially during the end of the year. There were less than twenty four hours left in the year 2016, and he was practically up to his neck in work. He had documents and reports he needed to review, employee evaluations he needed to write, and meetings he needed to attend. He’s been under a lot of pressure and stress lately, though he does his best to manage his time and work load. If not, he knows he can expect a lengthy lecture from his girlfriend. 

Sunlight slowly begins to filter through the curtains in his room, blanketing over his phizog. His once calm features contort as he awakens from his slumber, immediately moving his forearm over his eyes. He’s generally a morning person, but today, he just wants to sleep in.

Yet, Yoonoh snapped out of his reverie when he noticed he received a notification from someone via text message, through the message was not just from anyone, it was from Miyoung. He cards his lithesome fingers through his chestnut-brown tresses before he reaches for his phone, unlocking the device so he could read the full message she sent. Adorable, he thinks. It was still considerably early here in South Korea, and yet, he still managed to uphold a good portion of her thoughts. Not that he was complaining, though. Yoonoh loved the idea of this. He displays this through a small simper, leaning his back against the cushioned surface, he works his thumb across the screen, inputing desired Hangul characters to convey his thoughts through text. He takes his time to proofread through his message first ( an uncanny habit of his ), then hitting the SEND button last. 

[ sms –– 천사미영 ]  Oh, did you now? How cute, I’m flattered. I miss you, too, though, Miyoung. Has your class began yet, or are you still waiting for your professor to arrive? Hopefully it’s the latter. I don’t want to hear anything about my girlfriend texting during class, understood? Pay attention and learn as many new things as you can. Even so, I can’t say much about my morning because I’ve just recently woken up, and no, I haven’t had my morning cup of coffee yet. Maybe in a bit. As for your coffee, I’m sorry to hear about that, love. If they served it to you cold, then I’m sure they’ve done it to other patrons as well. When you’re free, why don’t you head down there and file a complaint? 

[ sms –– 천사미영 ] Since it’s the end of the week, why don’t we go out and do something?  I can pick you up from school once you finish your classes today, and we can grab some lunch together. It’s been awhile since we’ve last gone out on a date, hasn’t it? I’d love to go on another with you, but that’s only if you don’t have anything planned. Let me know. 

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Hey, boyfriend. 

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Reluctant, she was a little reluctant to send him a message concerning his whereabouts at the moment. After their last meeting, which was held around the Han River, Jieun knew that it would probably be the last after a long time. But longing can somewhat be a term for what she feels at the moment, yearning is another and thus, she wanted to make sure he's still coping. ( msg — jaehyun. ) hello. i just want to know if you're free later at night, would you like to meet?

Thursday, September 21, 2016. 3:13 PM.50, Sowol-ro, Jung-gu, Seoul, South Korea.

Reality spills through his fingers the same way sand does in an hourglass. No tangible amount of restraint or resistance could possibly prevent it from despairing into oblivion. 

He thinks he’s better off this way, out on his own, free from his father’s nonsensical rule. Yet, a part of him still wished he had a house of his own to call his, as he learned that it was of an inconvenience “living” in a hotel. The first two weeks were fine, but shortly into the third, he realized he was running low on cash; cash that needed to be kept for food, water, and other necessities.  

Jaehyun could be found out on the balcony, hands neatly folded together whilst his forearms rested atop the metallic baluster. If one were to scrutinize his current stance, they’d assume he were speaking to the lord through prayers; seeking answers, and searching for signs that would guide him towards his next step in life. However, that was not necessarily the case, no. He was not praying, but he was, as a matter of fact, brooding upon the next move he’s yet to make. Staying at the Seoul Hilton was not an option. It was far too expensive for someone on a budget. If Jaehyun were to continue, he’d be broke by the end of the week; on the streets, scavenging food, water, and other essential living necessities. 

He released his frustrations through a heavy sigh, head descending until his gaze fell over the cloudy, blue sky. “This is what my life has come to,” he mumbles beneath his breath, forced smirk dangling on the edge of his lips. Having been born with a golden spoon in his mouth, never would Jaehyun have thought he’d end up homeless; striving through life, struggling to make ends meet. 

Up until now, he has taken everything for granted; and that is one mistake he will never make again.  

The muffled vibrations coming from his phone diverts his attention away from his thoughts. Jaehyun casts a glance towards the device, catching a brief glimpse of the sender’s name, before the screen tilts a hallow black. Jisoo. He hesitates little when he makes a grab for it, nimble fingers coiling around its edges to draw near his vision. Efficiently unlocking the four-digit passcode for his phone, he quietly reads the text message to himself, roseate brims sealed atop one another. He, unbeknownst to himself, feels a smile creeping across the lineations of his lips, adorning his features with a small, yet genuine splash of color. 

This is the kind of effect she has on him. Always has, and always will. 

( sms : Jisoo ) I have a violin recital at 5:15 PM. I’ll be performing at the Osulloc cafe. I shouldn’t be there for more than thirty minutes. If you’re free by then, we can meet up. ( sms : Jisoo ) Or would you rather have me meet you somewhere near my old home? The decision is up to you, though. We’ll see each other either way.