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“Like a strange flower that blooms between seasons; Like the morning star that hangs between days; All of this, some day, will pass.”

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solarsvns:

the searing, bright afternoon sun was what woke her. caused by the opening of her blinds, she groans heavily as her hands grasped for a pillow, a part of her bedsheets - anything to get the damned sun to go away. “time for you to get up and eat something, darling,” her aunt whispered to her sweetly, giving a light pat to her bottom.

                                                    “auntie…”                                                     “come on, sunshine. You know you have to.”                                                     “will you at least close the blinds a little?”

some silence; and the sunlight dimmed to the point where she could open her eyes enough to drag herself out of bed. the migraine that developed from the evening before had numbed to a more tolerable state after sleeping in most of the day. with the small rub of her eyes, her feet shuffled into the kitchen, fluffy blanket draped around her shoulders as she made her way to the table. a little mumble of gratitude to her aunt, and she began to nibble on her lunch - a grilled cheese sandwich.

                                                    ( she never ate much, anyway. )

the rest of the afternoon was spent back holed up in her room, watching one of her old friends perform on a music channel. jung wheein. her recent success gave kali a sense of pride, knowing that she and her members would have reached stardom one day, with their talent and hard work. the girls stood out above the rest, carried a bold charm with them that not only distinguished their style but left a staple in what girl groups could achieve.

her phone rang with a little reminder to shower, and soon she was heading down the stairs into the diner to begin her evening. this week, kali picked ‘a thousand splendid suns’ to reread, having found it difficult recently to start new books. being her favorite book, she never grew tired of reading it, veraciously turning the pages to eat up the beautiful friendship between the two friends.

there was only one other customer before kali’s ears perked up at the familiar voice, her dark eyes lifting from the pages to meet the other. one corner of her lips tugged upward, leaving a mark in her book and shutting it to provide the special attention wheein called for.

“hey, beautiful. saw you performing a little earlier, one of the recorded ones.” she leaned against her arms, tilting her head slightly. “i’m proud of you. want your usual?”

There was something about Kali that left Wheein feeling refreshed. Maybe it was that she had known her for quite awhile now, and she didn’t view Wheein any differently after her success in debuting. Maybe it was because she had seen the latter night after night of long training, or long schedules, and the diner itself was considered a safe haven. Maybe it was just that kind of friendship. Wheein didn’t like to dwell on the details all too much. 

She lifted her head to look over to Kali, chocolate orbs with a faded high now filled with warmth. “You did? Recorded or not, that means a lot,” replied Wheein with a squeal. Sure, she was used to hearing someone mention about seeing her on TV; whether it be a variety show or music show. After all, she had been an idol for a few years now. In fact, they had recently celebrated their third year anniversary. Still, a comment from Kali having watched was enough to leave Wheein a shy little mess. 

She adjusted her arms beneath her chin, folding them as she turned her head to look to the latter. She hummed softly in response, a smile tugged at her lips. “You’re proud of me? I guess I’ll keep working hard for you and moomoos then. I don’t want to ever disappoint you. Though, Purple sales have already beaten our Memory sales. Can you believe that? Our sales keep going, and I’m still in awe... Awe.. Ah! Yes, my usual sounds good. You would think by now I would stop having hot chocolate and water this late. I always end up having to pee in the middle of the night,” the brunette rambled, “though food-wise... Surprise me this time? And come sit with me if you can. I feel like I haven’t been here in so long. Even though I was here like, a few days ago.” 

A grin tugged at Wheein’s lips once more, enough to reveal the indent in her cheek. She sat up entirely to look at Kali, eyes shifting into the shape of crescents. “How are you feeling? Any better than usual?”

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( peace out !!! )

[fyeahwheein]

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starter for → @jaebims​ !!!

“Ggomo, Ggomo, Ggomo-ya~ Oppa’s going to come play with you. Aren’t you excited? You should be. I am!” chimed Wheein as she waved the feline’s paws with her own hands. It rested in her lap, a blank expression on his face-- which wasn’t new. It also wasn’t new that he ended up smacking Wheein straight in the face. “Hmph-- fine. You can stay over there till he arrives. You should feel lucky he’s even coming to play with you,” she retorted with a huff and scrunch of her nose. 

Which didn’t last long. Never did. After all, Wheein was far too weak to her son’s charms. All he had to do was roll onto his back and look at Wheein in a way, and he had her wrapped around his paw. “You’re an asshole, but I love you.” 

( sms  → jaebee oppa ) hey! ggomo isn’t being too much of a jerk, and i’ve got the snacks out. i hope you like snacks??? i mean, i dunno who woudn’t. 

( sms  → jaebee oppa ) satan. satan doesn’t like snacks. 

( sms  → jaebee oppa ) but no anyway, i’ve got some pocky?? and some drinks, and some chips. i have some cookies too. i dunno. bring what you want. just lemme know when you’re here?? the door’s unlocked, so just come on in!! 

Once the messages had been sent, Wheein simply tossed her mobile device onto her bed. She figured the latter would show up sooner than later-- after all, who would miss out on playing with her cat? 

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starter for → @solarsvns !!!

     Another day, another show. Wheein had to admit that she definitely missed promoting, but she didn’t miss the price for the lack of sleep that came with it. Though, the cameras, the outfits, being able to perform for fans; that all made it worth it. Seeing lit up radishes left adrenaline in Wheein’s very bones. The brunette’s chest was warm with affection, regardless of her lungs fighting for air. Her orbs took in the sight of green and white in the crowd, and the cheers that followed the end of their performance. 

     She took a swig of water, curiously looking to her members as they rambled about the performance and fans. They looked to be on the very same high as herself, but while they got ready to go home for rest, Wheein would be doing something entirely different. They watched the other groups promoting, singing along to the songs, dancing in place, up to the usual antics the beagle group was notorious for. At the end, the members retreated to the van excluding the brunette. She waved goodbye and made her way to her usual get-away. 

     Since her younger days prior to debuting, Wheein sought out a specific diner as her escape. It was the only place that really brought her comfort. Especially when her dissociation got bad. A soft sigh of relief slid through her lips when the diner was in view, and it was then that she realized she hadn’t even bothered to change clothes. Red shorts still were snug against her thighs, and she wore a black hoodie over the top. Wheein, you idiot. 

     The familiar sound of the door that was to notify a customer, rang in the young girl’s ears and she felt the strain of idol life simply evaporate. Here, Wheein wasn’t a member of Mamamoo. She wasn’t an idol who endorsed food, or clothing, or god knows what. She was simply Jung Wheein. 

     That’s how she liked it. 

     Wheein always sat in a specific booth; it was closest to where the owners were, because after all-- she considered herself good friends with both. Especially the younger of the two. The brunette flopped onto the seat of the booth, slumping forward onto the table with an over-exaggerated whine. 

     “Hey, gorgeous, come give Wheeinie a little bit of attention?” called out the young girl, though it was slightly muffled with her face flat into the table. Regardless, her tone was laced with affection.

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❝ Well, you just fall in love with anything that licks your nose. ❞

incoming → @160691 !!! 

     “ I- with anything? I do not! ” insisted Wheein with a stomp of her foot. Though as much as she wanted to deny such a thing, she really couldn’t. She was weak. Especially when it came to cute little creatures. In example, her beloved cat Ggomo. Though he smacks her in the face on the daily, he could simply look at her, and Wheein would melt on the spot. 

     So, really, no matter how Wheein took it… It was nothing but a true statement. Still, she would deny it. 

     “ You can’t tell me that y o u wouldn’t fall in love with Ggomo either if he licked your nose… ”

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MAMAMOO’s double chin professional, Wheein, at your service! I am back for friends old and new. Let’s play Overwatch and go on adventures! 

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“ how come my new sweater is at the bottom of your grungy closet?"

incoming → @young-kook !!!

“ Because-- the monsters at the bottom of my closet only wanted your sweater. Mine weren’t good enough, ” Wheein grinned, “ they whined for your aesthetic instead... ” 

She shrugged her shoulders, but soon her face twisted. “ Wait... GRUNGY? It is NOT grungy! ” she insisted, hitting her hands onto her lap with her lower lip jutted to a pout. Even Wheein couldn’t fight that it was indeed grungy; her whole entire room wasn’t exactly the cleanest. She was deemed the messiest member for a reason, but it wasn’t a title she wanted to live up to honestly. Still, her arms now crossed over her chest and she didn’t fight her puppy dog like expression fitted with a pout that could be deemed royalty. 

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“ that is not funny! you’re grounded until menopause! ”

incoming → @solarkm​ !!!

“ What do mean it’s not funny?! ” Wheein whined, pulling the feline out from underneath her shirt. Sure, she thought it was hilarious to pretend being “pregnant” with a cat baby, but it didn’t seem as funny to other people. It probably didn’t help that for once, Wheein wasn’t wearing her own top. In fact, she had stolen one of Solar’s tops-- which, she was currently wearing. Considering GgoMo had dug its claws into the top, almost pulling at the threads-- which the raven haired girl agreed wasn’t as funny. 

“ Wait, wait, wait... Grounded?! ” her brows furrowed, the corners of her lips tugged to a scowl. “ Menopause?! You’re not my mom! You’re not my supervisor! You’re not our manager! ” exclaimed the younger, even pointing her index finger at Solar. Regardless, her expression shifted-- a smile now at her lips, and a few giggles bubbling between. 

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2.02 | 2.09 | 2.11

[mijvliete]

continued from here !!!

What on earth could have been said for Mijoo and Wheein’s friendship? It was one that was usually equal, always on the same level and most of all, they could talk about anything. Well– as much as Mijoo was willing to say. There were moments as always where she found herself speaking too much, speaking her mind on topics that weren’t always clear to others.

But Wheein, usually bounced easily with the flow of Mijoo’s everything. They had similar music tastes, movie, television and games, it was as if they had found in each other what they loved and that was beautiful. Even when Wheein was being too much, even in a moment when she was raising her eyebrows as such, Mijoo just found herself laughing. 

“Spicy? Like sriracha? Do you want some sriracha with that? Extra sriracha! Sriracha with a bit of German–” She spots herself and clears her throat. “Anyway honestly, I don’t even remember what we were talking about the other night– or maybe I do.” There’s a long pause as she shifts her eyes in another direction to think about something that actually occurred to her. “…You know I’ve never…. actually have sriracha before….?”

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   The tone itself caused laughter to bubble from Wheein’s mouth, and her eyes to shift into the shape of crescents. With her mouth wide open purely out of amusement, she clapped her hands and nodded her head a few times. “ Yes, yes- sriracha. ” 

   It was moments like these that reminded Wheein why she was so fond of Mijoo; after all, she hadn’t considered herself all that close to the latter when they had first met. Even after a few months, she didn’t feel all that close. Then something happened. Something clicked, and it was like Wheein discovered the key to the treasure chest and the zelda noise played in the background and she discovered a friendship that leaves her absolutely ecstatic. 

   The last word left Wheein with hands cupped at her crotch, a single thrust from the possible reference. “ Sriracha with a bit of German-- unhhh? ” the action itself was as suggestive as Wheein could get, and it left her waving her arms around from feeling absolutely ridiculous from having done it in the first place. Her brows quirked and she looked at Mijoo with surprise. Really? Never had sriracha before? Wheein wasn’t necessarily fond of the sauce, but she had at least tried it before. “ It’s-- okay depending what you put it on. We should change that! ” announced the raven haired girl, hand balled into a fist and hitting into the palm of her other hand. 

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“ are we gonna have another one of your little chats? ”

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“ Little chats? ” questioned Wheein with a tilt of her head. She felt dumb, she had to admit. She should know what ever it was that Mijoo was referencing. Hell, she should know what the latter was talking about in general! Instead, Wheein drew an absolute blank. Her index finger scratched at the side of her head, her upper lip tugged in thought. 

“ I swear, we’re usually on the same page– what little chats? Did I say something the other night and I forgot about it, or… ” 

Aha!

The raven haired girl snapped her fingers and then pointed a single digit at the elder. “ Did we talk about something… Spicy? ” she suggested, even raising her brows to put emphasis on her question.

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“ it’s a shame you quit smoking, you could grind your butts out on his face. ”

“ ...It’s a good thing I never really smoked but, ” her tongue clicked against her teeth at the thought, “ I would definitely grind all the butts out on his face. I don’t think you know who I’m talking about though.. That’s a different topic for a different time, unnie. ”

[fyeahwheein]

170203 Whee In Fancafe Memo (trans): Well.. that’s what Ggomo’s been up to.

[vaememes]

roseanne sentence starters.

“ yeah, you’re right. okay, everybody, panic! ” “ come on, you guys. You’re missing out on marshmallows. ” “ that is not funny! you’re grounded until menopause! ” “ oh, how i like my men: crispy on the outside and stuck to the end of a fork. ” “ you’ll survive this horrible moment and grow up and have horrible moments with your own kids. ” “ i’m writing in my diary everything that’s happening just in case. ” “ come on out here, i want to show you the sky. ” “ how come my new sweater is at the bottom of your grungy closet? ” “ this is so cool! are we going to have a hurricane? ” “ what the hell were you thinking about? you could have been killed? ” “ if you were a tornado, would you want to come in this house? ” “ you went on a drunken rampage, beat up six guys and took out a pay phone. ” “ we are officially poor white trash. now all we need is some little half-wit sitting in the front yard eating dirt. ” “ you know, i consider myself a pretty good judge of people and that’s why I don’t like none of ‘em. ” “ you are the most gutless, pathetic thing i’ve ever seen. ” “ on your way, could you swing by the jail and bail out your dad? ” “ he/she could’ve faced me but instead he/she left me some stupid note about space creatures. ” “ don’t do it, you’ll embarrass both of us. ” “ what! i’m not an alcoholic! i only had one glass of wine! ” “ now you say you’re an alcoholic because you think that that way you don’t have to take any responsibility for anything that you do.  ” “ if you go over there, you’ll get all mad and punch him/her or something. ” “ are we gonna have another one of your little chats? ” “ well, you just fall in love with anything that licks your nose. ” “ don’t come walking in this house like you’ve won some great, big victory over me . ” “ well, call me old-fashioned, but what’s wrong with living in sin? ” “ if you are this obsessed with my life, there is obviously something missing from yours. ” “ your back is all bruised up, you won’t tell me nothing about it. ” “ oh, my god. you didn’t kill him and then go buy chicken, did ya? ” “ an accident is something that you wouldn’t do over again if you had the chance. ” “ it’s a shame you quit smoking, you could grind your butts out on his face. ” “ when are you gonna stop being such a smart mouth? ” “  nobody takes any responsibility for anything, ok? ” “ what, one brush with death a day isn’t enough for you? ”