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park yeeun. 23. music and creative writing senior @ seoul university. claimed by others to be some fine compositor, producer and liar.

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ahnsoboss:

1-2/?? edits of queen yeeun

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ahnsoboss:

are you yeeun af?

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the week might have just started, but for someone on the last year of college -- and supposedly, the first years of your real life -- all one could ask for was the weekend as they bury themselves in work. in yeeun’s case, it was both papers and the music set by the corner of her room, and by some reason, the blue-haired female was feeling too stuffy to deal with any of those, as much as she tried.

on the other side, in junho’s case it was football practice and his girlfriend was not surprised he wouldn’t skip it and would stay even later than the others--that has become something usual now, and yeeun doesn’t quite understand it. at first -- the very beginning, when they were nothing more than newbies at college with each of their opposite scholarships and personalities -- she thought it was endearing the man took so much time off from an actual life to run around after a ball, but after years, she has understood he only does that so they’ll get to meet up once there’s no one roaming the halls.

and maybe it’s because she’s getting old and even more boring, but the secrecy has lost much of its taste for yeeun. she’s fine with the long nights and everything, but maybe hanging out and actually saying ‘hey, i have a very strong and gorgeous boyfriend and i’m not turning you down because you’re an asshole’ would be nice from time to time. 

the blue-haired lets out a short sigh as the doorbell is rung, and with a kick all the half-finished papers in her bed go flying before the female is at her feet and being dragged by them to the door. “mm?” it’s yeeun’s response as she opens the door but just enough to be seen and not to let her boyfriend go in, not yet. “did you get the wrong room, champ?”