wanderlust

❛ i wanted a perfect ending. now i've learned, the hard way, that some poems don't rhyme, and some stories don't have a clear beginning, middle, and end. life is about not knowing, having to change, taking the moment & making the best of it, without knowing what's going to happen next. ❜ indie multi-muse !! literate !! selective !!

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sex ed 101 ↺ ft. maegan

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pyrxflies:

maegan still finds everything funny, how hyesu seem so desperate for answer - the reason why hyesu is keeping her job is still a mystery for maegan, knowing the woman had little to no experience at all about sex. “honestly though, why do you even keep your job.” she jokes. she doesn’t really expect an answer as she meant it as a joke. 

with the door welcoming her, she walks in, heading straight into the couch to indulge herself with comfort the cushion has to offer. walking seems to drain the life out of her, after all. “so about this question you’re asking me.” she laughs. “it’s not really much of a help for me to answer since you know nothing, nor experienced any of it but i will try my best.” she pauses. she urges the woman to come closer - talking about sex isn’t something you should be shouting after all (maegan still has a little decency left in her). although maegan sure was casual about it, she doesn’t really find it comfortable to talk about it openly and loudly - not when she knows someone could be eavesdropping.

“alright. let’s start off with one question after another, slowly. shoot them now.” her voice was low, hands on her lap and there she waits.

hyesu drags her hands across her face, exasperated sigh barely audible past her fingers. “i ask myself that every day, trust me. as much as i want to quit this fucking job, i need a source of financial stability and they promised me if i do good, they’d find me other places to work at. like, genuinely good places where i can write real things. so i’m just staying for the connections and the money.” she wishes it didn’t have to be like this, really. “and maybe for the sex experience from other people.” she snorts, not even able to take herself seriously. she could care less about sex. the stories though? sometimes, they were pretty hilarious. 

“it doesn’t matter if i’ve never experienced it i just...need answers so i can reach the deadline. otherwise i’m fucked and not in the good kind.” hyesu hesitates before scooting over, laptop peeled open on her lap and fingers hovering over they keyboard. she opens her mouth, wanting to reiterate the questions but she finds herself almost embarrassed to even speak. god, why was talking about sex so awkward? “um. let me just...” she pulls up the questions onto her screen before jabbing at it. “let’s start with that one?” 

when my boyfriend goes down on me, i want it to feel good but it doesn’t! i’m afraid to tell him what he should do because i myself don’t know what he should do to make me feel good!

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girlfriend does my makeup tag! ↺ ft. aiden

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pyrxflies:

aiden took the time to clean up the spills on her living room, wiping of the stains and putting her cans of spray paints in one place. with the remaining time she had, she took a quick shower, she emerges into the living room just in time when the pounding on the door echoes across the apartment, sporting a simple muscle tee and a walking shorts. she walks over to the door to welcome her guest.

before she could even ask about the food, it’s like as if jinah already knew what’s in her mind. aiden only smiles. “fair enough. come in then.” she doesn’t even think twice to but to help her guest, pulling away everything she was carrying from her grasp. “i’ll take these, you close the door behind okay.” she left the woman alone for awhile, bringing the food into the kitchen. she places it on the table and leaves it alone for now, emerging back into the living room. she makes herself comfortable on the soft cushion, curious eyes directed towards her guest, she gives the woman a questionable look.

“so what was it that you need from me? let’s get it done before we eat. perhaps we’re doing an interview segment?” 

she doesn’t hesitate to hop inside, one foot skillfully clumsily kicking the door closed before she stumbles into the wall. jinah follows aiden into the living room before settling herself down, all smiles and innocent glances. interview segment. ha. she only wishes.

“um, something similar to that? sorta.” jinah reaches into her backpack, hands digging through what felt like forever before she pulls out the plastic bag. “you promised you’d do this, so you can’t back out. you really have no choice anyways.” and just to make sure aiden couldn’t run away from her, jinah props her legs on top of the other’s.

(she does that as if  aiden isn’t stronger than her and could probably fling her off the couch at any given moment. she likes to think it’s worth a shot anyways.)

jinah pulls out the first makeup tool, lipstick. “ta-da! we’re doing a ‘my girlfriend does my makeup tag’ challenge! i mean, it’s not even that bad on your side but, since it’s originally one-sided, i’m gonna make it fair so we both have to do it.” she can already see the regret forming onto her friend’s face, and she does everything she can to hold back a laugh. “basically, we have zero knowledge of makeup and we’re gonna try to uh, put makeup on each other.”

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girlfriend does my makeup tag! ↺ ft. aiden

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pyrxflies:

it’s been ten minutes, ten minutes since aidenwas staring at her phone. the sudden and unexpected messages baffled her. it’snot like jinah often texted her, not often when she seemed this desperate— obviously needing something from aiden. she wasskeptical with agreeing as she was unsure of what has to come. she knew jinahdoes vlog for a living, but aiden had zero idea what kind of vlog she does, shenever asked and now she kind of regret not asking even once. if she did shemust’ve knew what this is about…. probably.

dares? games? perhaps some interview about atopic she probably knew? aiden hesitated to say yes, still— but it’s not toolong after her fingers had already pressed send. jinah was a friend to aiden,she just doesn’t have the heart to say no—not when the woman was this desperate. aiden would probablyfeel bad if she were to decline.

how bad could it be, anyway?

｡ ➟ text message / jinah 」

[ 11:58 am ] .. do i really have to?

[ 11:59 am ] why does this sound like somethingi wouldn’t like……

[ 12:00 pm ] okay, fine. come over, lucky youi’m home, just refilling some of my spray paints.

[ 12:01 pm ] don’t forget to bring food, xoxo.

the last message makes her scoff, but it’s a scoff that says fine, fair enough. she doesn’t reply to aiden’s messages because she knows that if she tries to delve further into the topic, she might accidentally let out the idea she has in mind and that would only result in aiden from letting jinah in. on her way over, she picks up a bag of ddeokbokki and fries. and just to appease aiden in the case that she really does get kicked out, jinah grabs a handful of snacks. 

she knows no mercy when it comes to making her presence known, so her fingers are rapidly jabbing the doorbell all the while pounding on the door. “I’M HERE. OPEN UP. I’M DYING.” she’s not really dying, but the bags on her arms are weighing her down and the heat is enough to make her think she’s about to pass out from how hot it was. seoul had been incredibly hot lately, and she was surprised she even made it out of the house in one whole piece. 

when the door swings open, she holds up the bag of food and gives aiden the biggest smile she’s got. “surprise! i brought food, as you wished. so now you can’t kick me out no matter what it is that we’re about to do. will you let me in now? i think i’m dying and i might turn into a puddle of goopy jinah if you don’t let me in right this minute. seriously. i think my sweat is turning into fat.”

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joorista:

Target: confirmed. Attack: successful.

It’s a bit anticlimactic. For how Joowon is fidgeting by the counter, enough to startle his co-worker and get him a nudge to get back to work ( correction: get his ass back to work ) his ass is doing pretty well for just how much energy courses through. Anticipation moves a bit like adrenaline, at least that’s what it feels like. For how he bounces subtly, taps his fingers against the marble, and peeks over each and every customer to catch the outcome - it’s anticlimactic.

He sees the reaction. For how big he expected it to be it was rather small. He didn’t really consider how much the male hated the particular drink and he could attribute this to a practical joke - fooling around. Something told him, with the male’s continuous order of tea that it would do more than startle him. Shake his core, have him jump up and flip the table with the force of it. Maybe the table would fly and this boy would become his arch-nemesis. Maybe the table would fly and Joowon would catch it with his bare hands. He’s still going for the heat-resistant theory, that if the male ends up dumping coffee on him than he won’t feel it because he’s immune.

Speaking of, the boy - who has a name but Joowon hasn’t decided on it’s relevance yet - the boy approaches the counter - picture perfectly put together for someone who just had their drinks toyed with. He doesn’t come guns blazing, doesn’t come with his entire world flipped upside down and of course…no flipped tables. He comes quietly, much too calm for the label Joowon’s bestowed him with. Playboy Extraordinaire - super playboy was a little to contradictory. Playboys are not super, in fact they’re lousy.

Well if it isn’t the Playboy Extraordinaire. He’s been practicing his greeting voice but quite honestly Joowon decides he hates the name and will probably not test it like he planned, will probably discard it after this little encounter. He does hold his ground though, summoned before the male opens his mouth. Shameless smiles and sneaky fingers still tapping against his hip.

“I made the drink, is there a problem?”

he’s met with a slightly shorter male, round cheeks and eyes that sparkled with something he couldn’t quite tell. when he responds to jisung, he speaks with the utmost innocence that jisung can’t possibly think that the barista gave him coffee on purpose. he offers his cup and a sheepish smile to the male. 

“sorry to bother you, but i actually asked for the white peach tea instead of coffee. do you think you could remake that? it’s totally fine if it’s too much of a hassle! i just didn’t want coffee.” he doesn’t yell, doesn’t blow up, and there’s not a single trace of displeasure in his tone. because he knows he has no reason to get upset and his mother had taught him better. and after all, being a rental boyfriend meant having proper manners and he wouldn’t break that image over a small mishap. 

“i can always pay again, if i have to. it’s not that your coffee tastes bad or anything, i’m just more of a tea person.” jisung doesn’t know why he’s rambling on about his preferences, he just feels obliged to let the male know why he wants a change in drinks. if he emphasizes it plenty of times, he thinks his order will come out properly this time. 

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sex ed 101 ↺ ft. maegan

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pyrxflies:

there were tears in her eyes as maegan stares at her phone. it’s been five minutes since she read the message and still she couldn’t stop herself from laughing way too hard. her laughter echoes across the room, she must’ve been getting the weird stares from the other customers of this coffee shop. how embarrassing, but maegan could not afford to care. she manage to calm down after awhile, thankfully– she regains her composure, types up a reply whilst smiling madly.

｡ ➟ text message / maegan 」

[ 6:52 PM ] your question just made my day, jsyk

[ 6:53 PM ] i’m on my way, you’re home… aren’t you? it’s so difficult to type it all up– too many details, plus i’m in public. passerby might think i’m writing a fucking erotic novel. 

[ 6:54 PM ] i’ll be there in like twenty.

with one last sip of her iced latte, maegan stands up, leaving the place abruptly. it’s not like she had any plans for the night anyway.  

she was a woman of her words. maegan arrives at hyesu’s door step exactly twenty minutes after. wouldn’t want to keep a friend waiting, would you? plus, the question was something she wants to answer– finds it rather amusing. it’s not like you get asked by that kind of question everyday, she was ecstatic.

three knocks at the door and there she stood still, waits for hyesu to greet her.

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6:54 PM glad to know my misery puts you in a good mood 6:54 PM yeah i’m home just knock on the door so we can get this over with -_-

hyesu’s eyes never leave her laptop screen and her face is cupped in distress. how. how? did she ever end up being stuck with a job like this. she wouldn’t have complained if she had the least bit of experience with sex. but jang hyesu was not the type of person to indulge in sex, let alone feelings and relationships. she left that behind her junior year of college, the biggest mistake she’s ever made in her life. the sound of knocks momentarily save her from despair and she dashes towards the door, jamming her toe into the wall in the process. 

the door swings open and her savior greets her. “oh thank god, i thought i was about to die any moment. seriously, please tell me you have answers. i know nothing and honestly, i’d search it all but i don’t trust men on the internet. they could be spewing crap that makes them sound like they’ve got a big dick and a good tongue but it could be the complete fucking opposite.” sex catfishers, she likes to call them. she made a rookie mistake her first week on the job, relying on forums and all the sort. complaints came in and she was scolded for relying on the internet for help. all her sources now came from actual people who had actual experience. she assumes maegan has plenty of experience, anyways.

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joorista:

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Joowon tried to stay out the affairs of others……….

that’s a lie.

He’s both nosy and unnecessarily thorough in his observations. Unnecessary as in he’ll sweep a little too close to a couple having an argument hoping the don’t notice. They usually don’t. If they do he’s got a few excuses up his sleeve to make things seem less suspicious, more necessary than unnecessary. Like - your order’s ready, or underneath your table is sticky I have to mop soon, or a couple died of heartbreak in that seat I’m going to need you two to move. Simple things that don’t always work.

He interferes because he figures he needs as much experience with situations to be good at what he does. He doesn’t do anything yet but it’s a good start! It’s usually casual interference, the kind that people can’t tell. Slips into their day unsuspecting and turns it around. The little things.

Most of the time when he’s meddling it involves couples because for some reason couples always come to shops with the most problems. They bring a hurricane through the door and don’t realize everyone else can notice. No one ends up swept up but for some reason Joowon likes to step into the storm. It’s going to get him in trouble one day. Today however, he doesn’t think he minds if it does. He pushes consequences to the far corner of his brain. There’s no hurricane, in fact it’s all sunny smiles and sweet gestures when they walk in.

He’s seen the male before, several times this month, with several different girls. Brownie points or not he’s sure it’s disrespectful to go through women like a plow truck. Joowon, like the good soul he is prepares their drinks like any other day, smiling gleefully at the woman and carefully making the tea so graciously asked of him.

He really tries to stay out of everyone’s up’s and down’s but honestly he can’t help being the cause of it.

“Enjoy.” His smile is suspicion free. Hands handing out her macchiato, extra vanilla and his tea, extra espresso. He leans against the counter and waits for the bomb.

jisung doesn’t fully understand the appeal of coffee shops. it’s not to say that he hates them, he just can’t stand the smell of coffee. but he’s grown a little used to the bitter smell, his job has led him to this. relentlessly, every single one of his clients insisted on taking dates to a coffee shop, anything to show off to their friends and the world what a handsome boyfriend they’ve got. their dates could have been anywhere, really. the park, lotte mall, everland. but the coffee shop was the most cliche spot and girls lived for cliche. he didn’t mind though, the shop had its perks aside from the actual coffee itself. he indulges himself in the pastries they’ve made and the small selection of tea they’ve got. he’s thankful for those, otherwise he’d hate to sulk in the coffee shop for a good three hours wanting to just go home. 

and it wasn’t just a variety of coffee shops, no. this one in particular had become infamous amongst his clients, and he was starting to feel a little on edge. it had been his fourth, maybe fifth week being here already. he was sure by now that the employees had a good idea of what he looked like and presumed he was something he feared to be perceived as the most, a playboy. he isn’t one, he swears. he hates that the most but it was his job in particular that made him look like he had too many girls on his arm and not enough time for commitment. but it was the client’s choice and if he had to put up with it to get paid, might as well, right? 

he half pays attention to the female in front of him, rambling on about how her sister is a bitch because she shows off her boyfriend on social media too much and rubs her medical degree in everyone’s faces. jisung nods every now and then, a small gesture of reassurance that he’s kind of listening. typically, he’d pay attention and actually converse with his clients as if they were friends who had a lot to catch up on, but the shrill tone of her voice had put him off. 

he thinks his tea would help him zone out a bit more, focus on the flavors and forget about how minji unnie is such a pretentious bitch and she doesn’t deserve all the good things that she has now. but one sip in and he feels like death is out to get him for karma. the rancid taste of coffee hits his taste buds and he spits it all out, tea coffee? tea-coffee dribbling from the corners of his mouth. what the fuck. he peers into the cup and evil in the form of coffee greets him. he apologizes to the female before walking up to the counter, questionable drink in hand.

“excuse me, who was the one that made my drink?” 

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um well rip. it’s that season where i have to do the thing and take exams and hope i don’t fail but i probably will anyways. and because of that, i gotta put myself on a hiatus. i’m pretty sure by the time i come back next friday, i’ll still have muse for our threads so worry not? but if you think waiting til friday is too long, feel free to drop our threads/plotting! ‘til then, i guess!

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sex ed 101 ↺ ft. maegan

( ▲ : calling for @pyrxflies — maegan !! )

when she was younger, hyesu had dreams of becoming one of the best journalists out there. she’d write news-breaking articles that shook and moved the world. she wanted to be looked up to, to have her writing used as examples in classes and to be glorified and praised. hyesu was going to be the best journalist out there. or, so she thought.

instead, she became less than that. her dreams were quickly shattered. smashed. shoved aside and ridiculed. she was a sex advice columnist now, for some shabby magazine that was barely making it only because of the influx of desperate female (and some male) consumers who greedily ate up every ounce of bullshit everyone wrote. how she ended up here, she had no idea. she was promised a fulfilling job of writing something that everyone would appreciate. she just didn’t think that what they meant by writing something was about sex, and everyone meant women who had no idea what they were doing with their love life at the age of twenty-four and above and curious men who would claim they had no idea how a women’s lifestyle magazine ended up in their hands. 

how she manages to get away with half the bullshit she’s written for people with desperate sex questions, she still doesn’t know. but hyesu won’t question it because that means she’s doing a good job, and doing a good job means the boss is happy. and if the boss is happy, that means there’s a probability that she might get connections with actual writing companies. she’s got two almost similar questions leaving her stumped, and she isn’t willing to ask any of her employees for help because god knows what they’d say. jang hyesu, the sex advice columnist, doesn’t know anything about sex? scandalous. 

when my boyfriend goes down on me, i want it to feel good but it doesn’t! i’m afraid to tell him what he should do because i myself don’t know what he should do to make me feel good!

well, they were both in the same situation. she had no fucking idea how her boyfriend could help the poor girl at this rate.

dump him. she jams the backspace button and groans. 

what oral techniques do you think would help make my girlfriend feel good? i want her to really feel like no one else can make her feel this way.

well first of all, she wasn’t a male, so she had no fucking idea what to do. but she couldn’t scrap these questions, they were approved by the head beforehand and now she was obligated to answer them. maybe if she asked someone who knew someone who was more, well, experienced...she’d get these done in no time. so she decides maegan is the best choice, because who better to ask about going down on a girl than someone that wasn’t a male.

｡ ➟ text message / maegan 」

6:38 PM hey, how much do you know about going down on a girl and making them feel uh. good. 6:38 PM as you know, i have zero knowledge of what feels good when being eaten out so i need your expertise

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girlfriend does my makeup tag! ↺ ft. aiden

( ▲ : calling for @pyrxflies​ — aiden !! )

jinah was a science vlogger. that meant she talked about science at least 90% of the time, while the other 10% was nonsense rambling or her vlogs. she never brushed over other topics unless it was necessary. so when a commenter had practically spammed flooded begged on multiple videos to do a boyfriend does my makeup tag!, she felt a bit perplexed. she knew squat about makeup, only knew how to apply lipstick and eyeliner if she got lucky. the rest was just lucky genetics, really. she had clear skin and that, she was thankful to her parents for. but the comments always became one of the most liked and top comments and she knew that if she continued to ignore it, she’d never hear the end of it. so she had given in, declared defeat and waved her little white flag.

“fine, you guys win. i’ll do the video. BUT IF IT’S BORING, DON’T TELL ME I DIDN’T WARN YOU -__-” 

but she had a few problems. one, she had only two pieces of makeup, and that was it. two, she didn’t have a boyfriend. sure, she had boy friends, but they were all busy or they had girlfriends. or she just didn’t feel like bothering them. either way, she was at a loss. as she aimlessly wandered around tony moly (she was on her fifth circle, and the employees were starting to get worried), jinah had hit an incredible epitome. who said it had to be boyfriend does a makeup tag? it could be girlfriend! not that she had a girlfriend, but she did have a lot of girl friends. swiping the nearest makeup tools, she recklessly shoves them into her basket before pulling out her phone. she had the perfect person to do this video with. well, sort of. 

｡ ➟ text message / aiden 」

11:27 AM listen, how would you like to be in my next video..vlog..thing? 11:27 AM it’ll be fun, i PROMISE 11:28 AM but also, if you hate it you can’t murder me you have to promise me that 11:28 AM we can do the video at your place if it’s more convenient just pLEASE SAY YES I’M DESPERATE  11:28 AM okay text me back asap when you see this (▰˘◡˘▰)

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of tangled legs and hobbit legs ↺ ft. sojung

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kalcidoscopic:

juggling this internship, tutoring jobs, and her grades all at once has proven to be a struggle even for the almighty kim sojung. the female had grown up living like any other hardworking student: cram schools, extracurricular activities, volunteer work, etc. anything one could name, she has probably done before. her parents weren’t exactly the pushy type, but she always knew they had high expectations for her. the silence they gave her was even more pressure than actual nagging. and despite having lived away from home and on her own (well, partially on her own) for years now, she still struggled to be completely independent as her rent was coming up soon, and she was falling short. it’s not like internships even paid; she was giving up her time in order to gain the experience. the opportunity cost of doing this internship sounded like a good idea at first, but now she’s not too sure how to feel about it.

thankfully, the higher ups have actually decided to go home for the night which meant she was free to go as well. politely bowing to each and single worker, she waited for them to all leave before turning off the lights in the office and proceeding to leave as well. while she tried her best to ignore it, she realized that her phone had been vibrating for a while now, and she already knew who it would be. 

her assumption was proven to be true when she stepped out of the office to be met with a short-legged hobbit that she had the pleasure to call her boyfriend. although she tried her best to suppress a smile, she couldn’t stop the wide grin from forming on her face as she gave him a light tap on the back. “what did i tell you about texting me during work? you should know by now that i don’t check my phone at all until my shift is over.” 

rather than getting a text back, his messages are met with a tap on the shoulder. he’s ready to apologize, bow deeply until his forehead hit his knees. he didn’t want to uphold a bad reputation in front of his girlfriend’s supervisors (not that he had one to begin with anyways). but much to his pleasure, he comes face-to-face with a frowny sojung, who’s quick to give him the same smile he remembers falling for. “i know, i know. it just felt like forever before your shift was over. and besides, i’ve got a little treat for you.”

he holds up the bag of meat and shakes it gently, grin growing wider and brows wiggling. “we had a lot left over today and i figured i’d snag some of your favorites. we can go back to one of our places and just relax for the rest of the day! besides, i think we both owe it to ourselves to have one day of break, huh?” he doesn’t have to wait for her to say anything because he knows she can’t say no to meat and having a whole day to be lazy. he gently bumps his hips against hers before lightly wrapping his arm around her waist, grin never seeming to fade. 

“and if that can’t win you over, i’ll even cook the meat for you. all you have to do is just sit there and enjoy. so? how about it?”

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she feels fingers plunging into her, thrusting at what feels like an almost impatient pace and holy shit does it feel good. but she won’t let herself give in, not yet. she knows hyesung is practically torturing her, making her need more and making her needy. and she is, but she won’t let her have that victory just yet. her clutch becomes tighter and she barely manages to let a reply slip out, raspy and breathless. “you’re too confident in yourself. what makes you think i’m willing to go home with you today, hm?”

and all hell almost breaks loose when she feels lips latched onto her neck again, the pace of hyesung’s fingers quickening and going in much deeper. it provokes a whimper from seulgi and she doesn’t want hyesung to get away with this, not yet. her hips desperately rock against hyesung’s fingers, trying to match her pace. but she feels like a complete fucking mess and all she wants is more. it’s all she ever wants but she knows the only way she can ever get that is if she lets hyesung hear what she wants. “fuck you.” literally. “does it sound like i’m lying?” it’s a hypothetical question, but she knows that hyesung is getting a laugh out of this and is only going to make her feel a little more desperate. “i’m not jealous. just fuck me already you asshole.” 

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wistfulreality:

jin stepped away from the computer for a moment, grabbing something to eat. maybe he should take the opportunity to make a video out of it, but honestly, he was too exhausted at the moment to do anything about it. perhaps next time, he thought to himself as he simply settled on a small snack instead of a full-blown meal. he didn’t have anything like that right now ready anyway. 

he heard his computer chime a notification from the background, and he wondered what that was. not that he didn’t hear those sounds often. however, especially since he hadn’t posted in a long time, it had been more quiet these days, so it nearly surprised him to hear it.

as he returned back to the seat in front of the computer, he got himself comfortable, opening the bag of chips and shoving one into his mouth. suddenly, his eyes widened as he realized what he had did. he had been so tired that he didn’t even realize that he had posted from his real channel instead of the fake one he had made to leave comments.

“shit shit shit shit….” he repeated several times over as he tried to do damage control. however, she had already seen it, so what was he supposed to do now? he could lie about it and say that his account was hacked, but he genuinely liked her videos, and that would be awful to say that … plus, it wasn’t like his two accounts were that different in names.

he nearly choked on the next chip that he shoved in his mouth when he read the comments about a kdrama couple blooming. “aish!!!” he ‘shouted’ as he began to type a response back, unsure now of how to flirt now that there was a face associated with him.

“ah, it’s nice to meet you too! i totally commented from the wrong account. i’m so embarrassed. (´～｀◦ ;)ヾ” 

her heart is literally thumping at an abnormal rate, and she doesn’t know why. every second waiting for his reply felt like ten years had gone by, and it was almost torture. “maybe he —” the phone lets out another ding! paired with a vibration, and she nearly drops it out of shock. she gets lucky and manages to grab her phone before it meets its doom on the floor, fingers wrapped tightly around the device. jinah isn’t ready to check his reply yet, if it was his reply, so her phone is pressed against her chest. one deep breath. two deep breaths. 

she unlocks her phone and quickly taps at the notification, eyes quickly running past the string of words. his little emoji at the end catches her attention the most, and she can’t help but laugh at his choices. they were always so odd and peculiar, but in the best and cutest way possible.

“don’t be embarrassed! you shouldn’t have hid in the first place! it’s nice to know that someone like you enjoys content like mine :) so how long were you planning on hiding yourself, huh? that’s no fun!”

she sets her coffee aside, remembering how dangerous it is to have it around now that everyone in her comments were watching this unfold. she’s bombarded with more outrageous comments about a potential love line, how the two would trade messages and meet up one day and realize their true feelings and — actually, that wasn’t such a bad idea. not the fall in love part, but the meeting part. she’d think about it, considering they both resided in korea at the moment. 

the comments became more flamboyant and detailed, and she was almost impressed at how creative her viewers were. 

“wow, you guys might as well write a fan fic about this, huh? I’M KIDDING. SERIOUSLY, PLEASE DON’T.”

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seulgi had no intentions of taking anything further than a quick and heated makeout session, just enough to get a little steam off. but when hyesung’s lips latch onto her neck and regrettably at the right spot (she always knew where seulgi’s weak spot was), she lets herself give in and melt. she lets her head slightly tilt, eyes closed, and soft desperate sighs leaving her. she’ll never admit it, admit that hyesung’s one of the few people who can tantalize her in the best way possible and always leaving her wanting more. 

the sound of her zipper signifies something and in a matter of seconds, she feels cold air hitting her. she hates how hyesung’s fingers are so slender and how they ease right into her so perfectly. she hates that she’s so quick to give in sometimes, pretty little lips parted slightly to let out the softest moans. seulgi’s fingers clutch tightly at hyesung’s hair, teeth digging down on her bottom lip to keep herself from giving in any further. “i want to know because you were taking so long and i could’ve been on the bus home by now.” she feels another moan bubbling at her throat but quickly passes it off as a hiss. 

but jealous? her? oh no, seulgi could never be jealous. so in answer to hyesung, she roughly tugs at her hair, lets her hips buck against her finger to tell her to keep going. “you really think i’m going to be jealous of someone i’ll never know? unless they’re a better fuck than me, i hardly doubt it.”

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will you marry me? ↺ ft. terry

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trouvxilles:

compliments get on her good side. terry’s been stuck with her long enough to know that her entire circulatory system runs on ego and the money she doesn’t have. after all, terry isn’t really any different - except he’s pumping an additional mix of caffeine and bad decisions. this entire ordeal could be the latter, which makes his blood flow justifiable at this point. mania can do many things - and so can an empty wallet. pull through. goddamn it.

the pull-tab is ready and waiting, clasped delicately between his thumb and index finger. just the sight of it in front of him is enough to make him snicker, shoulder shrugging the slightest in a futile attempt not to laugh. his friend’s agitated tone is enough to make him lose his shit, but he forces himself to keep his composure. he masks this as pure unadulterated, smile only growing wider. it’s easy to fake one if that’s what he’s been doing his entire life.

terry leans forward, closer, to hiss back through a clenched jaw, “i swear to god i’m leaving your over-dramatic ass on the spot.” as if his entire monologue hadn’t been dramatic at the very least. but he’s all for getting free shit. “just fucking focus for five more seconds. jesus.” slender fingers rest against slightly calloused palms, pull-tab slipping easily into jiyeon’s ring finger. terry leaves it halfway just so he doesn’t have to endure jiyeon losing her shit for the rest of the day.

he’s about to get up, ready the waterworks, and maybe a dramatic embrace a la the notebook, when he feels soft lips against his. he’s kissed girls before - just not this one, specifically. he forgot about these kinds of things happening, and it takes all of his self-control not to cringe. instead, he wraps her arms around her, fingers balled into fists at her back to restrain himself from shuddering. he buries his face in her hair, pretending to kiss the crown of her head, only to whisper, “that was fucking disgusting.”

however, the sound of applause drowns out the rest of his thoughts. the sudden tap on his shoulder has him craning his head, pulling away from the hug, and letting arm settle around jiyeon’s shoulder. the owner - thank god almighty - had been checking up on this specific branch, thus witnessing their entire ploy - play - ploy.  he thinks that they make an attractive lovely, and that they are lucky to have each other. “no, i’m definitely the lucky one here.” a half-truth. or half-lie. either way, she can be a pain in the ass.

they get a full course meal served to their table - on the house, coming right up.

she can feel the disgust turning on his lips, and she can’t help but snicker. there was nothing wrong with kissing terry, but she knew he’d want to scrub his lips with bleach at least ten times later and that? that was enough motif for her to use that as a way to get back at him for doing this fake engagement so suddenly. she glances up at him, eyes glinting with humor and a snicker at the way he tries to control his facial expressions. “it wasn’t that bad, don’t be a big baby, terry.” she cups his cheek with one hand, gives it an endearing pat as both friend and fake fiance.

jiyeon puts in all her might to not be that self-absorbed person right now, so she thanks the owner, throws the most bashful smile she can possibly make. “he says he’s the lucky one, but it’s really me. i don’t think i could ever imagine my life without him. i would..probably be lost? he’s all i have and he’s all that’s keeping me going.” not so much of a lie, really. he really was someone important to her, and she wouldn’t have it any other way. even if she couldn’t stand some of the things that he did and said. 

they’re seated at the best spot, a few pair of eyes still lingering on them and admiring the so-called couple. jiyeon overhears a few girls loudly whispering amongst themselves, talking about how they wish they could be in her position. how romantic! to have nothing but suddenly have everything with just one proposal! she wishes it was that easy. their food finally comes out and is served on the best plates, and jiyeon can suddenly forgive the prickly feeling of the pull-tab on her finger and how sudden this had all been. the aroma of the food sends multiple growls to ripple from her stomach, and she wraps her arms around herself out of embarrassment. 

“holy shit, we actually pulled it off? i mean, yeah we pulled it off but, we actually pulled it off? terry, we could actually do something with this.” out of hunger, she accidentally stabs one of the foods a little too hard and startles herself when the sound of the utensil hits the plate. “i make it sound like a crime but, think about it. if we do this what..every other few weeks maybe? we could actually get free food. go to different places, the same story every time. you think we can keep doing this?”

[yoosjiae]

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wistfulreality:

jin was secretly a nerd. or well, perhaps not so secretly. many people knew him as the guy who ate a lot in his videos, but no one knew him as the guy who watched science vlogs in his free time. he had one in particular that was his favorite, enjoying the mix of learning about science, but eventually also about the girl’s life. plus, it helped that she was cute and smart, two very attractive qualities ( amongst others ).

however, he wasn’t entirely shy about his enjoyment of the channel. he often left her comments, hoping that it at least brought a smile to her day, if nothing else. he always did like the positive comments that were left on his own channel, so he wanted to take the time to do the same for her.

but then life happened. schoolwork, amongst other things, took precedent and, suddenly, he hardly even had time to update his own channel, much less watch hers. finally, one weekend, he found himself back to watching them again, seeing a comment that she left herself. was that to him? quickly he began to type a response:

“i don’t know if you meant this for me. maybe it’s not. i just got a little bit busy. but i’m back. did you miss me? ;)”

after entering the comment, he instantly regretted the winky face. what was he even thinking? ah, but he couldn’t bring himself to take it away, so there the comment stood with him wondering just what might happen.

the familiar ping from her phone doesn’t phase her, she thinks that it’s just another comment from one of her viewers. and she wasn’t entirely wrong. her screen tells her that she’s got another comment under her pinned comment, and she has to squint a bit just to make sure she’s seeing the right username. 

eat jin has left a comment !!

jinah’s coffee goes flying from her mouth and splatters onto the screen, some of the liquid seeping from between her fingers. eat jin.....eat jin? wasn’t he one of the rising mukbang vloggers? she clicks on his name and it leads right to his channel, and the array of shocked comments under his confirms her belief. he was the last person she expected to ever watch her videos, to ever leave comments and enjoy her nonsensical blabbing. 

“i don’t know if you meant this for me. maybe it’s not. i just got a little but busy. but i’m back. did you miss me? ;)” well, he certainly typed like said-user eat me. she drops her phone and her hands go flying up, holding her head in a moment of epiphany. it all made sense now. eat me...eat jin..... god, you are really stupid sometimes jinah.

her eyes hone in on the winking emoji and she has to stifle a laugh. it’s silly and somewhat out of the ordinary for him to put that in, but she likes it.

“well, if you’re who i think you are, then this comment most definitely, maybe, might be just for you :) and is that a winky emoji i see? getting quite confident now that you’re coming out from your facade, huh? nice to finally meet you, jin!”

she presses enter, and her heart feels like it’s about to fly out of her chest and she has no idea why because it was never like that when she had replied to his previous comments. but maybe it was because she finally knew who he was, had a firm grip on his identity and how real of a person he was. 

ding !

“hul........are we seeing a romance bloom? this is like watching a k-drama but in the comments.”

her coffee finds itself on her computer screen again. maybe it was time she stopped drinking anything near her electronics.