wave after wave.

Kim Yubin ( Thetis ) . 27 “ She was free in her wildness. She was a wanderess, a drop of free water. She belonged to no man and to no city. ”

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and make it double

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Jiyong, right now, is playing a dangerous game and he knows it, though that was never reason to stop him. The woman in front of him right now is his sister’s best friend. She’ll kill you if she knows you’re trying to get her into your bed, Jiyong, he tells herself, staring at Yubin, taking in her face, her neck, her- Oh shit, it’s worth it.

Well. What Yuri doesn’t know, won’t kill her. 

[fnyubin-blog]

          ⊰  Tch. Her tongue clicks in response to his retort followed by the roll of her eyes. Always with some type of riposte. But she found his antics intriguing. As rare as it was to see him leave the comforts of his work space, she always enjoyed being in his company. The free drinks were always a bonus.  Behind her, she could feel the wave of people swaying to the music, the heat within the nightclub intensifying. With an intent to turn her head over her shoulders, some odd force refuses to allow her to do so, hazel hues glued to the man in front of her, watching the way he moves behind the small wooden island that separated them both. Lips press to her drink, sipping once, then twice. Not once did her eyes part from him before finally, two shot glasses were placed in front of her. Tequila? Is he trying to get her drunk?  ❝ Jiyong, ❞ his name drips from those pink petals of hers. ❝ You know I’m terrible with Tequila. ❞ Finally her attention is returned to gaze up at his smug expression. However, what he says is true. It’s not so often the two of them see each other at all, but every time she does, it’s always drink, drink drink. Her tongue grazes across her lips while she shakes her head up at him. This was going to be one hell of a night. Sipping down the rest of her daiquiri, Yubin shoves that empty glass aside and laces her three fingers around the shot glass, chestnut irises narrowing. With a raise of her hand, she offers a toast,  ❝ To you coming out of your man cave today. ❞ A snicker follows suit. Already the sensation of flushed cheeks are  evident. Ugh she might already satisfy his desire to see her drunk. 

[fnyubin-blog]

« going crazy｡»

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An airy chuckle, slightly awkward but meant well, breaks her silence, followed by a roll of her shoulders, almost like she is warming up. “I’ve… never done something like this before, I have to admit.”

[fnyubin-blog]

          ⊰  She carefully watches the other figure in the room move towards the client’s chair. Those things were always peculiar to her, not because of how cliché that piece of furniture was, but just how effective it can be in certain situations. The ways people would utilize it ━ some would sit, some would lie down, some would even stand with their palm rested against it. Every person was different and even something small like that always fascinated her about the different types of personalities and demeanor an individual has over another. Probably a huge reason why she decided to dive into psychology when she had the opportunity.  ❝ It’s all right to be nervous, ❞ Yubin utters in a voice that is calm and serene. A smile follows suit while she pulls another chair from the corner of her office to bring closer to the young woman. She placed it close enough where the distance between them wasn’t so much that personal space would be invaded, but enough so she could hear her when she spoke.  Settling into the seat, she begins again,  ❝ To start us both off, I’d like to get to know you a little better. Tell me a little bit about yourself. ❞ With empty hands, she clasped them over her knee, leaning in towards Suji.  From what she had learned in the past, through various studying and good practices to exercise was memorization. Not all people were comfortable when one studies them intensely while jotting and scribbling notes as they spoke. It could often times lead to them being more nervous than need be. That, she didn’t want. She wanted to provide an atmosphere of comfort, one which a person could freely express themselves without having to feel like they were just some test subject, a victim. The things they say, the gestures they make, it is all in their power. To have them feel powerless during her sessions, would be her greatest failure.  So, she adds on before the young woman begins.  ❝ Anything you’re comfortable with sharing with me. ❞

[tanyamushayi]

She is water, powerful enough to drown you. Soft enough to cleanse you. Deep enough to save you.

Adrian Michael (via nikkofrikko)

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and make it double

Jiyong reaches the bar and enters in, taking the time to look around. Everything seems in place. And that’s when he sees her. The man smirks and gives and signal to the bartender that is attending her to leave as he takes his place, staring at her, still smiling.

“Yubin-ah,” he calls to pick her attention, serving her drink, “you look amazing tonight. As usual.”

[fnyubin-blog]

          ⊰  Black ankle boots clack against the flooring beneath her as she makes her way towards her usual place at the bar in Underworld. Yubin’s golden locks sway to and fro in a neatly tied ponytail, it’s usual bounce with each step she takes. This evening, she kept it casual, neither wanting to gather any attention to herself, nor intending to push any company aside either, in a short sleeved, charcoal shirt-dress that cut a few inches above her knees. On her wrist, golden bracelets to match her golden tendrils. Lips were painted plum and curling when she notices that her seat is still available to snatch right up.  Fingers wave at the barkeep and he nods at her. She’s a regular, so her drinks were usually remembered. Her nights here always starts off with the same, that strawberry daiquiri. The young woman’s chestnut irises are pulled away from the bartender to the sea of people that had taken up the dance floor. The crowd seemed a lot larger today, not that it wasn’t usually crowded. There just appeared to be more people than normal. Underworld’s floors were never barren, swaying bodies always accompanied them.  Suddenly the sound of her name resonates in her ears, the voice all too familiar and she swirls around to meet the other male’s gaze. Well if it isn’t the king of the Underworld himself. The corner’s of her lips tug into a crooked grin.  ❝ Flattery won’t get you anywhere, sweetheart, ❞ she playfully banters while slender digits lace themselves around the drink offered to her. Before she takes a sip, she props herself up on the counter, head at a slight slant and her groomed brow arches.  ❝ Finally out of your man cave I see? To what do I owe the pleasure of your company this evening? ❞  It wasn’t a rarity to see him, though, it sort of was. Most of the time she spends here, her company would be taken over by his sister and her best friend, Yuri. So this was a slight change, and she didn’t mind it in the least.

[fnyubin-blog]

« that sinking feeling｡»

〔 ft. @fnsooyoung 〕

         ⊰  The warm summer sun beams down on the sandy shores of the coast of Fantasia. Grains of sand trickles through her toes, clinging onto the bottoms of her feet as she treads carefully on through, making way towards the waters. Her hazel hues never avert themselves away from the sea  ━ the reflection of the sun causing the waves to shimmer and shine. Saline scents tingles her nose while a gentle breeze brushes against her sun-kissed skin. It was beautiful to be back to the sea; her second home.  As she gets closer to point where sand and water meet, delicate fingers loosen the chiffon wrap that held fast to her waist and releases it. Gradually she picks up speed, legs taking her swiftly through the sand and into the water. At first she’s enveloped in a chilling sensation, but it quickly evaporates as soon as she adapts to the feeling. Without a moment’s hesitation, she dips her head beneath the next coming wave, soaking it all in. Feeling the salty ocean on her skin and in her soft, blonde tendrils. She was home. And that leaves a large smile to curl on her pink petals.  Next thing Yubin knows, she’s diving. Her movements are graceful as she moves with the water. It’s second nature to her. Though in her previous life, she had gifted with the ability to shift shapes and with that ability she would grant herself with the tail of a fish, she didn’t mind legs. Just so long as she was able to swim and be one with the sea, she was content.  She finally surfaces for air. Her chestnut orbs stare back at the shore. There was quite the distance between her and the mainland now. Perhaps she should return, but maybe just another dip before she does. However, a sharp pain shoots through one of her legs and instantly panic takes over. A cramp?! And this far out?! The young woman attempts to use her other leg and both of her hands to keep herself afloat, but the agony she feels in her leg is far too much to bear. Before she knows it, she’s sinking. Is this how I’m going to die? Mortal lives were sure fragile and delicate. She never expected to leave this world so soon, but maybe there is a chance she’ll be reincarnated again. The feeling sinks in just as her body does, swallowed up by that which she had always loved.  Eyes notice something in the distance. Something is coming for her. A shark perhaps? Whatever it may be, she’s losing conscious and any ability to discern much. At least she’d be giving back to the sea. 

[fnyubin-blog]

« prepare for trouble｡»

〔 ft. @fnyuri 〕

          ⊰  After a long days work, the best place to wind down was one that had alcohol. What better place to go to than the one her best friend worked at. Not that she was only using it because of the drinks on the house, but more so because she wanted to find relaxation while being surrounded by the hustle and bustle of a night club. Oddly enough she was able to drown out the sounds of all the bodies in the building ━ gyrating, yelling at the top of their lungs because the music and bass were booming, spilling drinks on top of each other and seeking cheap thrills. It wasn’t anything someone would call tranquil and peaceful, definitely the polar opposite of the waves crashing on the ocean, but she found it calming just the same.  Coral painted lips purse and envelope around the black straw in her glass of strawberry daiquiri. The cool cocktail courses down her throat and leaves a refreshing sensation as well as a shade of pink on her cheeks. She was never good at hiding the fact that she had an intake of alcohol, being how she always turned a pleasant hue in her face. So she took it slowly, it wasn’t like she had much to do the following morning anyway.  Just as she swirls around in her chair to gaze out at the sea of individuals bouncing up and down to the beats, a dark figure looms over her and Yubin finds herself pressed up against the bar counter. ‘You here by yourself, cutie? Where’s your boyfriend at?’ Ugh. One giant downside to coming to the bar by herself.  ❝ Look, I don’t need no man or woman to keep me company. I’m fine by myself. ❞ She doesn’t even look him in the eye and attempts to peer beyond those shoulders, perhaps even try to move a few seats over. ‘Awe c’mon. Let us treat ya to a few drinks. Dance with us.’ Does this guy not get the hint? Finally, dark eyes peer up from beneath their lashes at the big lummox.  ❝ I told you, I don’t need your cheap drinks or cheap money to keep me company. ❞  She intends to leave at this point, slipping in between the small space of the brutes towering body and the stool behind her. However, she’s stopped in her tracks forcefully by the strong grip around her small wrist. Yubin winces and is rendered motionless.  ❝ Let go of me! ❞ Where was security when you need them? She uses what she knows and slaps the other male across the face.  Well, that only seemed to enrage him more. Shit. 

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MYTHOLOGY MEME -> NEREIDS 

Νηρηΐδες are sea nymphs, and especially distinct from Sirens as they are helpful to sailors. Notable nereids include the mother of Achilles and Amphitrite the wife of Poseidon, who often personified as the sea itself.

for qreenleafs

[fnchanyeol-blog]

stitches

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“You do know you don’t have to do this, right?” He asked with a small, fond smile. “I’m a big boy, now. I can do it all by myself if you’d ever give me a chance,” he teased. He had patched himself up hundreds of times, but whenever Yubin was around she always insisted on helping. He still remembered the first time she’d found him after a fight insisting that they tend to the wounds immediately. He towered over Yubin on foot —which is exactly why he didn’t own a stool— so instead of standing, they tried having her balancing on the edge of the bathtub for a boost, but then the lighting was all wrong, and the lightbulb in the kitchen had been out for nearly six months now leaving only the light above the stove which was hardly sufficient, so after shuffling around his tiny apartment for almost 10 minutes they finally arrived at his questionable coffee table.

“Are you hungry?” He abruptly asked pointing towards the kitchen with his thumb. She may have been a regular at the apartment, but that didn’t mean he was a bad host. Of course, the fact that his own stomach had been quietly rumbling might have contributed to the question a just a bit, whatever.

@fnyubin​

[fnyubin-blog]

        ⊰  The instant she took a look at his face, a large huff parted from her pursed lips.  ❝ I told you to be careful! ❞ Shoving him aside, paying little mind to his height and stature, she squeezes in between his body and the entryway into his apartment. Familiar scents tickle her nostrils while she easily maneuvers her way around his abode. Slender fingers clutch the tin box while she makes her way towards her usual spot. He really needed to consider investing in a stool. Either that or she was going to bring her own and leave it there permanently.  This had become quite routine for them. Upon meeting, she insisted that he allow her to take care of him, caring very little of who or where he came from. Eventually, the both of them learned of their former lives and she finally understood why she found herself gravitating towards him in such a way. The red strings of fate sure knew how to bring two people together, or at least there was probably something within her that wanted to know who Achilles was or at least to remember who he was. Luckily, it lead them to where they are now. Still doing her motherly duties. Still nagging at him as per usual. Not much had changed aside from their appearances and their relationship.  ❝ If you were a big boy, you wouldn’t be getting this bruised, ❞ she hisses  while taking out the peroxide and dabbing a cotton ball against the mouth of the bottle. Once she felt the moisture being soaked up, she immediately swabs it against the open cut above his eyelid.  ❝ Goodness, how did you even get this, this time? ❞ A rhetorical question with a most likely obvious answer. A scuffle. Duh. But for some reason, she was surprised all the same every single time he answered. It wasn’t like she didn’t know what he did and it wasn’t like she was clueless to how these scrapes and bruises came to be, she just assumed he’d be more careful, she supposed.  As soon as she finished with the swabbing, she pulled the needle and spool of string out from within the box. With the needle placed between her lips, fingers delicately twirl the thin strand before inserting it into the hole of the needle.  ❝ We’ll talk food after I’m done, now hold still, ❞ eyes never losing focus on the needle and his eyelid.  ❝ Please. ❞ Alas, the needle begins weaving in and out of Chanyeol’s thin layer of tissue before finally closing it up with a square knot.  ❝ There, now don’t do anything to have it open up again. ❞ There is both concern and annoyance apparent on her features as she glares at him, hazel hues meeting his very own. Even sitting on the coffee table, he was nearly her height.  ❝ Now, food. Do you have anything in your fridge? ❞

[fnyubin-blog]

« free of charge｡»

〔 ft. @fnyooa 〕

         ⊰  It came as quite the surprise at the sudden request to meet up immediately after work. When she received the text message in between her break from one client to the next, Yubin couldn’t help but feel as though there were some sense of urgency in the text. It wasn’t that she didn’t want to meet up and spend time with Yooa after a long day of work, but more of how the message was received.  Chestnut eyes squint at the cellular device within her cluthes, reading over the text just in case she had missed something. Then it clicks. It was rare for the two of them to encounter one another outside of work. It was only on the occasion that Yubin was able to drag the other female out, where they would finally be able to immerse themselves in the things that surround them beyond the scope of what’s contained within their offices or even their homes. This was the first time that Yooa had requested their meeting. Something must have happened then.  So she rushes to their rendezvous point ━ the beach.  There was always something about the beach that made her feel at home. The crashing of the waves on the shore, the salty scent of the sea. The feeling of grains of sand trickling between her toes. In truth, she missed the idea of being able to completely surround herself in the tranquil waters. She missed being one with the ocean. But alas, she was here. For that, she should be grateful. Should be.  A heavy sigh seeps through soft, pink petals as she gazes out at the sun slowly setting on the horizon. Peering down at the wrist watch loosely wrapped around her arm, Yubin takes note of the hour. She should be here already. Maybe she was late. Turning her attention to the shoreline, after a few glances left and right, a familiar figure appears in the distance and promptly rushes towards her, hand waving frantically up in the air.  ❝ Yooa! Over here, ❞ she calls above the roar of the waves. 

[fnyubin-blog]

« going crazy｡»

〔 ft. @fnsuji 〕

          ⊰  A long yawn emits from gaping pink lips while arms stretch upwards towards the ceiling of her office space. Yubin’s ears perked at the shrill notes of the song birds outside the windows. For some reason, this morning, she felt a lot more fatigued and exhausted than usual. Though, unfortunately, as much as she wanted to sleep in and enjoy the soft comfort of her bed, she simply couldn’t. Responsibilities as a Mental Health Counselor needed her attention and upon finishing with one particular client, she received a phone call. Fingers had flipped through her calendar once, twice, three times just to triple check in case she had missed something, but she immediately informed the young woman on the other line to come into her office in the next 30 minutes if possible. Just before the phone call ended, she managed to nab the young woman’s name: Bae, Suji. Hazel hues peer up from beneath her thick lashes at the clock sitting against her wall. She still had a few minutes before the proposed appointment for miss Suji. Perhaps she should get up and stretch a bit. After having sat down for an hour, it was probably best to loosen up the tension in her bones and muscles lest she’d want her whole body to fall asleep. With hands pressed on the arm rest, she props herself up and removes herself from her seat. Once again, both arms reach up towards the ceiling, grasping onto nothing but air. Slowly she rises, standing on her tip-toes before wiggling her body to and fro, releasing any tension that was left. Ahh, that feels better.  The young woman’s eyes are caught by the stream of light from the sun’s rays peeking in through her curtains. Just as she’s about to walk over and pry the curtains open, there’s a knock at her door. Quickly she turns around to face it, eyes widen for only a brief moment. Clearing her throat, she encourages, ❝ Please, come in. ❞ Perhaps she’ll open the curtains later, a client was coming after all and they might prefer a little more privacy. Her attention returns to the small gap between the sheets that conceal her windowsill. Slender digits clutch at the fabric and pulls them tightly together, removing all hint of sunshine to enter the room.  Turning on her heels, she returns to her post at the desk. I wonder what miss Suji is like. Just as she thinks this, the door opens. Chestnut orbs notice the figure beyond the entryway. ❝ You must be Suji. I’m Kim Yubin, please have a seat. ❞ Coral tinted lips curl upwards into a soft smile. Guess I’m about to find out.

[fnyubin-blog]

〔  ❖ 一 `   hello everyone! i’m sophie and i’ll be the mastermind behind yubin/thetis.                         super duper excited to be here and glad it finally opened up. i’d love to plot                         with you all so feel free to like this post or message me. i’ll come in and raid                         your tumblr im. hope to hear from you all soon! let’s make some beautiful                         plottery together!  〕 

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[quotemadness]

I love the rain. I love how it softens the outlines of things. The world becomes softly blurred, and I feel like I melt right into it.

Hanamoto Hagumi (via quotemadness)