dreamer ☆

kim yura. -n. 941106. reincarnation of morpheus, god of dreams. also see: an eternal dreamer. tenant at lemnos island, #403. ✘.✘.✘.✘ "i dream. sometimes i think that's the only right thing to do." →

[fnxyura]

❝ ransacked — yr&wh. (past)

[fanxwoohyun-deactivated20150824]

[ ... ]

turning his head to the front, he begins to gather the shards of glass and miscellaneous broken things on the ground. he ignores the heavy feeling or when they poke and dig into his flesh, focusing on cleaning up the mess. 

he wonders who would do such a thing — stranger or not, the thought that something as unlucky as this would happen to the sweet girl in room four hundred and three.

[fnxyura]

"ah, are you okay?!" she visibly panics when woohyun cuts himself, the sight of blood making her a little woozy (though she's more worried about him right now). normally, she'd be busy taking her shoes off and telling woohyun to do the same, but it's a little difficult with the situation like this. she rushes in, broken glass (and other things) crackling quietly underneath her boots, and heads for the kitchen to grab the first-aid kit.

she soon returns with an ointment and band-aid, gently taking woohyun's hand to examine the cut. "y-you don't have to help, it's okay..." she insists, her teeth catching her lower lip in between them as she applies the ointment with care. she feels bad enough that he's already cut himself--and the cleaning up part hadn't even started yet.

"you should be more careful..." her words are more a suggestion than it is a command, eyes fixated on his wound as she carefully puts the rilakkuma band-aid around his finger. she's not sure if woohyun is okay with these kinds of things (cute things), but for now, he doesn't have much of a choice. "there we go," she says with a smile, finally glancing up when she's finished. "i'm sorry that these are the only ones i got; you'll have to bear with the cuteness for a little while." her eyes arch up with the giggle that leaves her lips, and for a moment, she forgets about the scary thing that happened here.

[ahvounq]

[fnxyura]

❝ accident-prone — yr&ih. (past)

[fanxilhoon-deactivated20151104]

[ ... ]

He catches himself moving forward, forgetting to answer her questions but reaching out to her instead. Maybe he should have told her that no, he’s not okay, his knees hurt. And yes, it’s him, Ilhoon, and that he is happy that she remembers him because he never forgot her either. Instead, he acts out of character, hands cupping her face even if he avoids all kinds of physical contact on a daily basis.

"How did you get here Ahyoung-ah? I looked everywhere for you, you silly girl, why did you go ahead and left me behind like that?"

[fnxyura]

she blinks rapidly when he cups her face, the movement sudden and unexpected that her cheeks find a faint pink color as she stares at him. she's not too sure if it's because she hadn't experienced such intimate contact with another human being in a long while (if she had ever experienced it much to begin with) or because she's suddenly so aware of how close their faces are and how much ilhoon had grown up to be a handsome young man; they had both grown up.

her heart sinks a little at his questions, because disappearing out his life--having ilhoon erased out from her own life--was something that had happened against her will and the thought makes her eyes warm; times have passed and the memories that could have been formed during the past six years is just a big empty gap in her mind and heart that she has to blink her eyes to keep them from watering.

"um, w-well..." she begins in a stammer, casting her eyes downwards and elsewhere than ilhoon's gaze. what should she tell him, she doesn't quite know. she's aware that ilhoon knows her family was never really a normal one; she was never a normal one, so it makes sense that her family in general was a dysfunctional one. "m-my family..." she doesn't get much further than that because they don't matter anymore; she's left them. she's no longer ahyoung--she's yura--and what happened to ahyoung isn't something she should be dwelling on anymore. and yet...

she bites down hard on her lip, squeezing her eyes shut. "i-i'm sorry..."

[cvndiedvenom]

* wrong number / kj&ky

[cvndiedvenom]

[ ... ]

“i’m by the stripclub. didn’t you hear?” she snorts into the phone, but sighs — and weakly lifts an arm up in the air. she waves it around dully, humming, before kicking her feet up in the air and waving those too. if anyone were to photograph her, krystal might die from embarrassment when she’s sober enough to realize how utterly stupid she looks. “dya see? i’m waving. whee….” she coughs abruptly, choking for a moment before she sputters and managers her breathing. 

[fnxyura]

"strip...--" yura cuts herself off mid-sentence, her cheeks faintly tinging with pink as she glances up and around to look for this stranger. in all honesty, she expects to see a person standing (like a normal person), so when she catches someone on their back on the hard concrete, waving their hand and feet in the air, she swallows because no way could that be her... could it? without another second to lose, she whips back around to face the taxi, ducking down to give the driver an apologetic look.

"i will be right back, sir. i'm going to go get... my friend over there. i'll need you to take us back too, okay?" the driver grunts softly in disbelief, one that makes yura feel bad all over again, because she knows it's possible for customers to say they'll be back and just run off. she points toward the stranger waving her arm and legs still, not too far away. "she's right there; i'll be right back, okay?" he waves her off and yura bows her head once with a soft "thank you," hurriedly rushing over to the stranger right afterwards.

she winces slightly at the visible scratches the other had inflicted upon herself (from the falling she mentioned over the phone, yura's guessing) before squatting down next to her and carefully taking her arm to gently lift her into sitting position.

"um... hello, i'm the one you called? i'm guessing the wrong number, but..." she murmurs, biting down on the corner of her lip. "are you okay? can you get up?"

[fnxsunggyu]

❝ the most beautiful thing—.

( ′ he slept in. he’s not at all surprised though, when his gaze falls on the bright red numbers by his bedside and he jolts upright automatically, the digits about three hours later than he’d been expecting to see. rubbing at his eyes, he pushes himself out of bed and gets ready lethargically, dreading the thought of sitting in a hollowed out carcass of a lecture hall, listening to some fossil of a professor drone on about something he could just as easily watch on a pre-recorded video instead. but he’s been there before, and every time he tried it the video way, he ended up sleeping through each lesson. so he’s out the door before he can really think twice, his foot tapping against something he’s adamant has never been there because he’s walked these halls drunk, on the verge of passing out, and he’s never ever found anything blocking him before. he manages to catch it by the frame before it can faceplant, but the cloth has already fallen to the floor, revealing the gift and sinking his heart to the bottom of his stomach. it looks beautiful, is the first thing he thinks—he looks beautiful—he brings it closer to his face and his gaze falls to the airbrushed finish of his face, to his mouth, to how happy he looks. eventually, after a few minutes pass, he bends down to retrieve the small square card and reads it with a fond smile full of nothing but admiration. he doesn’t need to read it to know who it’s from, but he ends up scanning over it three, four times before making his way back inside. screw class, he can watch the video lecture anyway. )

( sms ⇥ dreamcatcher ) i love it. it’s amazing! ( sms ⇥ dreamcatcher ) thank you so much, ahyoung ( sms ⇥ dreamcatcher ) come over when you’re finished class?

[fnxyura]

( ` art is wondrous to yura--history, not so much. she had been foolish enough to believe that anything related to art would be an interesting subject to her, and she thinks she had never been so wrong in her life. she blinks, numerous times, in an attempt to stay awake, though the words and the art pieces displayed on the board grow blurrier and blurrier the more she tries and eventually, she decides to rest her eyes for a short moment ( at least, that's what she plans; how it ends up executing itself is out of her control ). the break is sweet like honey and a soft, dreamy sigh leaves her through her nose as she takes the moment to collect herself. the euphoria that comes with it is short-lived, however, when her phone vibrates in her lap, indicating she has a text, and she stretches her eyes open in surprise. she accidentally meets her instructor's gaze and judging by how he just smiles at her, she assumes he hadn't seen her with her eyes closed ( thank goodness ). with a small smile back, yura glances down to check her phone, her smile widening even further when she sees who it is. texting during class usually isn't her thing ( she's a good student, she really is! ), but she thinks sunggyu is an acceptable exception. )

[ ✉ : gyumeo ] hi there! ^ㅂ^)/ did you get some rest? [ ✉ : gyumeo ] waaaah, i'm glad you like it! >///< [ ✉ : gyumeo ] my last class won't be over 'til a little later into the evening... [ ✉ : gyumeo ] is that okay or...? ㅠㅠ

[ahvounq]

[fnxmyungsoo-deactivated20150703]

❝ birthday boy & cake — yr&ms.

[fnxmyungsoo-deactivated20150703]

{ ` he’s already plucking one of the glistening strawberries off the very top as she asks and Myungsoo brings the fruit to his lips, biting down on the tender, red sweetness of the flesh, before mustering up enough effort to answer lazily. } Bottom left drawer, by the stove. { ` he doesn’t have many utensils in the house besides a handful of wrapped chopsticks he’s pilfered from the café stuffed into one drawer, but there are three silver forks and spoons he keeps for unexpected occasions like the present when picking apart a crème cake with his fingers would seem too inappropriate in front of pleasant company. he doesn’t mind being casual in front of Yura, but the breeding of Myungsoo to behave with some measure of etiquette causes him to resist behaving like a peasant in front of her like he truly wishes. he polishes off the first strawberry and uses his fingertip to push the crème over and cover the exposed hole where the fruit had been sitting. }

[fnxyura]

bottom left drawer... by the stove... ( ` she repeats after him under her breath, heading for the said drawer once she grabs two plates, setting them on the countertop. her lips find another happy smile when there are indeed forks in there as myungsoo informed her, and she plucks two of them out of their rightful place in the drawer before closing it with a light push of her hips. ) found them~ ( ` she croons before hurriedly scurrying across the floor to him in the living room, handing him a plate and fork. ) there should be a plastic knife in there for you to cut the cake with. ( ` the box and the plastic knife that's situated inside is naturally a giveaway and she knows that myungsoo's probably aware that 'i made saeng cream cake' actually meant 'i bought the premade ones that you just decorate and i did just that', but she's not ashamed because she wasn't trying to hide that fact; anyone could know just by looking at it that it's store-bought. ) the strawberry tastes fresh, doesn't it? i bought them this morning, just for you!

[fnxyura]

hello, new (and old) people of fantasia! ; u ; i'm usually pretty good with welcoming people separately via inbox upon their arrival, but for the past few weeks i've been on a hiatus so i couldn't. and i'm sorry for that! and i'm sorry that i'm just mass welcoming you all in one post! i hope you all understand. ; n ; anyhoo, it's nice to meet you all! i play yura and dongwoo; i'm a little overwhelmed with the threads i have with yura already, but i'm still willing to plot her with you guys! and dongwoo is in need of threads! please let me know if you would like to plot with any one of my babies. c: i hope you enjoy your stay here! ♡

[girldayssgdsg]

[fnxyura]

❝ path to you — yr&sg.

she doesn't exactly remember how she fell asleep, but she did. the last thing she remembers is myungsoo holding her; he's warm and comforting ( nothing new there ) and all was calm enough for her to fall asleep afterwards. if only he had been there with her in the past when she would have trouble sleeping, trying to figure out if her eyes are opened or closed as she sat in the dark basement.

things are well after she falls asleep; yura is like an animal in its natural habitat when she's dreaming. she feels most safe, most comfortable, and most powerful when she is—she feels like she has the whole world in her hands. and she could have the whole world in her hands if she wanted, quite literally... in her dreams, anyways. she can do what she wants to do and she can see what she wants to see; she can go anywhere she wants and she can meet anyone she wants to meet.

and perhaps maybe—just maybe—that was the reason she had met him.

the memory is a little fuzzy now, but she remembers there being a pathway when she fell asleep one night during her long stay at the institute. it was dark and foggy; she thought she was having a nightmare because the eerie feeling the dirt path gave off was something one could see from a horror movie. she doesn't know why she continued down it ( perhaps a desperate search to find someone to talk to, at least in her dreams ) but she did and that's where she had met him—sitting on a bench and enjoying a book under a tall lamp post. how strange, she thought back then, considering she didn't know she could walk into the dreams of others ( "why am i dreaming of a guy reading a book in the middle of nowhere?" ), but walking over to settle down next to him then was probably one of the best decisions yura has ever made, she thinks. perhaps continuing down the pathway wasn't a desperate attempt to find someone she can talk to, but a fateful pull.

she stands at the same pathway today, this very second—right now. the dark scares her, but the familiarity of this pathway wins over the fear by a tenfold ( and then some ) that before she knows it, she's already rushing down the dirt path in search for him. she doesn't care that she's sometimes clumsy on her feet, that they like to trip her every once in a while when she runs; she just wants to see him.

she wants to see sunggyu.

[fnxyura]

❝ light is a drug — yr&ms.

she gets home around 3 am and goes straight to sleep, having been tired and worn out from a long evening ( long day, really ). she passes out on her bed, more like, the clothes that had accompanied her the whole day and night still clinging to her, down to her rilakkuma socks; the only things left behind are her shoes at the door, and her poor canvas backpack abandoned in the living room.

she had been too nice and let her friend convince her into attending a department get-together in place of her again; everyone had been unlucky and got caught with the head sunbae of the piano department, sangchul sunbae, and his repeated story of getting into a huge fight with his girlfriend. the contents didn't change much as time passed ( yura thinks she heard "and then she slapped me" at least five times tonight ), but it did get more and more passionate. angry, maybe. some people were lucky and snuck out with excuses, though she was not so lucky, along with myungsoo. while she didn't drink much ( thanks to myungsoo ), she was still sleepy from the alcohol she did take in. she's not great at holding her liquor, but she's not too terrible at it either; she's normal. drinking's not something she does so often, but when does, she doesn't really get drunk... just sleepy. really sleepy.

the first time yura awakes, it's because she has to pee really badly, and with a heavy head, she rushes to the bathroom to do so. leaving the door opened, she sees no purpose in turning on the lights; the natural light coming into her apartment from outside and brightening up her hallway is enough light for her to see anything. she smacks her lips once, and the taste of alcohol still miserably lingering in her mouth makes her cringe. she soon heads to the kitchen to down a bottle of condition power ( she bought a box after having to attend the get-togethers in place of eunmi numerous times ), digging into her coat pocket for her phone.

3:21 pm.

"ugh, jeez..." she lets out, tossing away the empty bottle in hand before heading for her bedroom and plopping back down on her bed; her head hurts and it's not long before she's drifting off to sleep again.

( and she doesn't remember that she fell asleep with all the lights on last night. )

[fnxyura]

useless ooc post!

wowie, okay. so i’m terrible and i have so many things to do; i’m the worst with multitasking so i’ll be trying to kick down one thing at a time! i have some irl stuff to take care of first and then i’m going to try and do some stuff here on fantasia today! ; u ; hopefully! CWOSSES FINGERS

i’m sorry to those that are waiting for a reply from me and to those that i’ve greeted via ask box and offered to plot, i haven’t forgotten about you, i pwomise!!! ; A ; just shoot me your aim (if you have one) and if not, i’ll get back to you asap via inbox! pwease be patient with me and i’m sowwy i’m twash ; u ;

i love you guys ; n ; don’t throw me away pls xoxo

[fnxsunggyu]

( sms ⇥ dreamcatcher ) … ( sms ⇥ dreamcatcher ) no that’s not what i ( sms ⇥ dreamcatcher ) wait are you calling me fat ( sms ⇥ dreamcatcher ) rude 8((((

[fnxyura]

[ ✉ : gyumeo ] wha-- [ ✉ : gyumeo ] i'm not!!! ; _ ; [ ✉ : gyumeo ] i think you have a very nice bo [ unsent. ] [ ✉ : gyumeo ] it's cute!!! [ unsent. ] [ ✉ : gyumeo ] how did you turn this on me? 8( [ ✉ : gyumeo ] you basically called me toxic. 8((((

[fnxmyungsoo-deactivated20150703]

❝ birthday boy & cake — yr&ms.

[fnxmyungsoo-deactivated20150703]

{`he turns his head at the sound of her arrival and a small, feline grin tugs at his lips as the box first appears, and then the pretty face of his neighbor. Yura’s cute manner is completely inherent, needing nothing beyond her natural energy to fill the apartment up with a much lighter feeling than the dismal one he produces by being left all to himself. That, and her utterly charming hyena-twinkle of a laugh.} You’re here, aren’t you? {`he drawls and rearranges his limbs to sit up better and make space for the girl on the sofa beside him. he slides over to the left a little and then places his palm on the surface of the empty cushion, patting down and wordlessly inviting her closer.} You spoil me. I happen to like all of those.

[fnxyura]

mmm... ( ` she lets out thoughtfully before nodding her head with a smile. ) that i am! hopefully i can be as fun a company as many people could be at a party? ( ` her eyes crinkle up into crescent shapes as she smiles even wider at her own words, sauntering over to the coffee table to place the box down. she knows myungsoo would probably have tons more fun at a party with lots of people than being here with just herself, but it's okay to pretend, isn't it? ) i'll get us some plates! can you also tell me which drawer you keep your forks? ( ` there are light skips in her steps as she excitedly invites herself into the kitchen, rummaging through cabinets for plates. )

[justrpmemesandmusings]

Truth or Dare: Send a ☼ and I’ll generate a number for what my muse will do or tell your muse

Kiss your muse

Kick your muse

Tell your muse how they really feel

Tell a deep dark secret

My muse will take their shirt off

My muse will eat a something gross

My muse will slap your muse

My muse will tell you about their first love

My muse will tell you about a time their parents hurt their feelings

My muse will run around the house naked

My muse will prank call someone of your muse’s choice

My muse will do something sexual to your muse

My muse will tell yours about a crime they committed

My muse will tell you about their first time having sex or what they imagine their first time to be like

My muse will clean your muse’s house

My muse will cook your muse dinner

My muse will go out on a date with your muse

My muse will buy your muse flowers

My muse will tell your muse what they think of the new blockbuster movie

My muse will wear a costume of your muse’s choosing

My Muse will tell your muse what they are afraid of

My muse will tell your muse an embarrassing story

My muse will tell your muse a nightmare they’ve had

My muse will tell you a bold faced lie

My muse will go skinny dipping with your muse

[ahvounq]

[fnxyura]

fnxsunggyu replied to your post:

( deleted ⇥ dreamcatcher ) i just mean that whenever i look at you.. ( deleted ⇥ dreamcatcher ) you just give me butterflies sometimes and … ( sms ⇥ dreamcatcher ) you didn’t have to do anything, yura. you’re worse than candy.

[ ✉ : gyumeo ] but candy's good... :< [ ✉ : gyumeo ] oh, i see. [ ✉ : gyumeo ] i give you cavities, is that it? 8( [ ✉ : gyumeo ] and make you fat???? 8(