old books and wilted hopes;

lee yooyoung (이 유영). twenty. 170cm. heir to azalea sports holdings (아자레아 스포츠 홀딩스);; {rp purposes only}

[seongyooyoung]

text to [ 여보 소희 ] > it was, okay. the worst. so many men tried to introduce me to their sons it was ridiculous.

[seongsohee]

[text: yooyo] Were they even worth meeting? At least you know you’re desirable. 

[text: yooyo] Boys are kind of dumb. But I think you’ll survive, tell them you’re dating the king herself, me. Ahn Sohee~ 

[seongyooyoung]

text to [ 여보 소희 ] > ew no. they were all those weird types. and they were only there to try and get azalea's stock holdings; as usual. as if they'd even get close to courting me.

text to [ 여보 소희 ] > and who's the one who has dated them? hah, I'd love to but father would think I was really a lesbian and send me to one of those therapist. but don't worry I love you.

[prkjay-deactivated20150118]

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PUMPKIN SPICE: messy hair, and warm mugs; our muses are sitting around, having the perfect lazy day…most of it a daze of stolen kisses, and the taste of pumpkin spice on each other’s lips.

Sehun dragged his feet towards the kitchen and the first thing he sees is Yooyoung standing in front of the stove with nothing but his white tee on. She looked so damn good in it that he couldn’t help but reach his hands to wrap them around her little waist. She giggled, complaining that the pancakes would get burned but he didn’t care and continued to pepper kisses along the length of her slender neck. “Not until you kiss me.” He playfully replied when she told him to stop. Unexpectedly, she turned around fast and stole a kiss from his lips, then averted all her attention back to what she was cooking. Not wanting defeat, he leaned forward and stole a kiss from her too, tasting the pumpkin cake they had as left over from last night’s date. Burying his nose on her short hair, he whispered against her skin, “You’re prettiest during the mornings, babe.”

[seongyooyoung]

text to [ 여보 소희 ] > why weren’t you at the cocktail party last night ㅠㅠ

[seongsohee]

[text: yooyo ] Pfft, because I had some Chi Psi stuff to do. But aww you missed me~? It probably wasn’t even that bad!

[seongyooyoung]

text to [ 여보 소희 ] > it was, okay. the worst. so many men tried to introduce me to their sons it was ridiculous.

[seongyooyoung]

트레커 ㅡ tracker ;;

Owed. seongtuan seongparkkyung Waiting. seongsohee seongxjongin Plotting/Deciding. seongkangjoon seongjihoon seongsehun seongnichkhun seongeunjung Pretty sure I'm forgetting someone? Feel free to drop me a message to plot. 감사합니다.

[seongyooyoung]

text to [ 여보 소희 ] > why weren't you at the cocktail party last night ㅠㅠ

[yoosmile]

[seongyooyoung]

• plot #001 ㅡ just a bit more;

Yooyoung’s a virgin. Or was, as it was taken away by this particular guy. The girl isn’t the best when it comes to love. But one night, it just happened. Kisses and whispers, but she figured that it was all just a one night stand. And her first kiss, but no big deal

He knew her somehow as they shared classes/etc. (we’ll work it out) and a night of late night activities together ended up as a bit more. She figured that he would ignore her after that, or at the most imagine that that night didn’t happen and be as they were but somehow it wasn’t exactly as she thought, which frustrated her because her analysis’ were always right.

The guy is pestering her, teasing her for her lack of romantic knowledge and just trying to get to know her in general. It’s making her feel embarrassed as when he reminds her of the touches they made that night she turns red. Yooyoung isn’t sure what he trying to do or whether she should avoid him. All she knows is he’s pretty annoying, but somehow… loveable

( we can start the plot wherever you want whether it’s during the smut scene or the days after that. This plot is not a set romantic interest, but it is a potential one - oooooor they could just end up as really good friends. )

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male student • preferably 20-29 • is willing to do smut taken by kangjoon

[fyooyoung]

[seongyooyoung]

• way too loud ㅡ lyy & pk

Yooyoung felt the loud vibrations from the underground level thump through the padded walls of the staircase downwards. The muffled words and way too loud music wasn’t much of her ‘style’ per say as she would much rather find herself in the library where the only sound that could be heard was the slight hum of the air conditioning. Yet there she was, in an oversized hoodie and shorts, making her way down the building that she heard a couple of her classmates talk about a ‘cool music gig’.

She was met with sweaty bodies and rambunctious cheers as she stepped into the crowd, but the feeling of the place was much different than a club. No, it was the polar opposite. The clubs felt dangerous and suffocated her with intoxicated breaths and sour dancing. In the place she was then, it felt - united, somehow. The music brought together everyone’s attention in the venue to the people spitting out words that sounded melodic in a raggedy sense and it intrigued the girl so much that she found herself joining in with the crowd.

Before the brunette realised anything, she found herself on a stray stool by the edge of the room, trying to calculate the last two hours that happened like a flash before her eyes.

"Hello, baby."

The girls head shot up in surprised, her dark eyes squinting in defence as her shoulders tensed up. The mans voice was foreign and slurred - immediately recognised as someone who was too intoxicated in drinks. He had no right to call her by the affectionate title, her sharp mouth opening to snap at him before leaving, but the girl stopped herself. Her nails dug into her calloused palms. Another three men stood in front of her, all smirking clumsily at her way. Shit! the thought spat in her mind as her dark eyes scanned her situation. She was surrounded. The venue was too scarce of people for her to attempt a swift escape and it didn't help that they were all built quite largely. Yooyoung's body tensed up a bit more. What to do now?

[seongyooyoung]

“What sort of noise was that?”

Yooyoung's face turned into a bright sheen of pink, her head turning towards the voice slowly. Shit the female thought in panic, her grip on the book that she held tightening quite a bit. The 'sound' the male questioned her about was that strangled croak that the girl always couldn't contain whenever she read her favourite English book, 'To Kill A Mockingbird'. It was a particularly emotional book for Yooyoung personally and it's meaning sent deep messages through that icy heart of hers."None of your business," she managed to croak loud enough, looking away swiftly as she closed her book with a loud thud and stood up, leaving the scene; all the while her face still pink.

[seongyooyoung]

Send me a 'ღ' to generate a romancy drabble.

Peppermint: a candied kiss; our muses fight over the last candy...the one who does manage to grab it gets a sweet surprise, when the other muse kisses them, pulling away with a satisfied smirk, and the sweet treat between their lips.

Cold Coffee: sweet kisses and tired eyes; our muses wake up next to each other, in a tangle of limbs, the sun peaking slightly through the window...but they don't get up, it's much too comfortable in each other's arms.

Fireflies: starry nights, and fireflies; our muses are laying in the grass, either around the pitch black midnight, or somewhere after, with lidded eyes watching the stars, and playing with fireflies.

Pumpkin Spice: messy hair, and warm mugs; our muses are sitting around, having the perfect lazy day...most of it a daze of stolen kisses, and the taste of pumpkin spice on each other's lips.

Lips or Reading: trade a book for my lips; one of our muses has been really invested in a book all day...the other muse feels the need to steal said book away and retrieve his/her kisses.

Splash!: wet hair, transparent underwear; our muses are chasing each other around in the park, eventually in a collision of ankles they are soaked to the bone in a public fountain...not a good day to wear white.

Detention: ticking clocks, and chalky bums; our muses are stuck in detention...they get tired of sitting around and start having fun around the classroom. They end up with chalky hand-prints on their bums.

I Prefer Blue: paint in your hair, you don't play 'fair'; our muses are painting some rooms in the house, a debate between which hue ensues, and ends in an all out paint-war.

Pianos and Clockwork: with clocks we play, and waste the day away; one of our muses is at the piano attempting yet again to master Clocks, the other happens to walk by the door, enticed by the music...by the end of the day, they are playing together...rain a soft pitter patter on the windows.

[seongyooyoung]

30 days of development ㅡ #03

삼 ㅡ Name one scar your character has, and tell us where it came from. If they don’t have any, is there a reason? ㅡㅡㅡ Yooyoung has acquired a number of minor scars from the various sports she was thrust into as a child, but the one that leaves a large mark is the one right above her right hip bone, large and ugly. It was a rather unfortunate accident where she was walking next to her (at that time still under construction) home swimming pool when she slipped, falling on a stray and sharp pipe, gashing a mark from the side of her stomach to the edge of her belly button. It took them awhile to bring her to the hospital and she had lost a lot of blood, knocking her unconscious and having her put in intensive care. Her father was considerably much more nice to her during the time she was in the hospital.

[seongyooyoung]

30 days of development ㅡ #02

이 ㅡ What are your characters most prominent physical features? ㅡㅡㅡ To most people who don't know her or have never seen her smile (which is the majority of the population), Yooyoung would be known for her willowy, but shapely figure. She has a well maintained body and often gets compliments about it. But to the people she's close to, her prominent feature would be her eyes and how they curl up into an 'eyesmile' when she's happy. It's a feature easily ignored but if you know her well enough, it's the feature you'll remember her by.

[seongyooyoung]

[seongyooyoung]

• text to [마크마크] > seems like it. he still wants me to meet my ‘suitors’ which I’ve managed to avoid for the past month.

• text to [마크마크] ㅋㅋㅋ you’ve never been a ‘good boyfriend’, mark. but yes, please do so. and help me disappear for awhile. I do NOT want to meet those men.

[seongyooyoung]

• text to [마크마크] > well yes and no. I just said to help me disappear. Let me hide out at your dorm or something. And no. But I promise I'll bring you out for dinner once the situation is settled.

[seongyooyoung]

“Of all the things i’ve heard, that hurt the most.”

Yooyoung raised an eyebrow at the girls statement, releasing a light breath past her pink tinted lips. It wasn't the first time that she heard someone saying something along those lines, but all The brunette did was give a few words of constructive criticism. For someone who was in university, the female before her should've just taken it.She simply shrugged as a response, patting her bangs lightly out of habit. "Take it or leave it," the girl breathed, her tone monotonous. She'd probably be called rude or even a bitch for that, but she didn't give a shit. It's not like she ever did.

[seongyooyoung]

“Do you trust me?”

Yooyoung looked up in total surprise, being totally caught of guard for the first time in a very long time. The girl was honestly appalled and did not know how to answer her professor's question. "U-Uh..." she normally didn't stutter, but the word 'trust' suggested closeness, and by all she knew they were only very artistically connected. "I don't know, sir."All she was doing was adding the finishing strokes to the painting she was assigned to do - of a willow - and he came up to her, asking the curious question. Yooyoung just gave the man a light shrug and a very unsure look.

[charliezerilli]

Bad blood (Danny&Yooyoung)

[charliezerilli]

Daniel didn’t realized he had company until the last minute when the girly voice sounded by his side, asking him a question that was somewhat hard to answer. If she was there, then it was wise to presume that she also had a level of involvement with the other guests, and though Daniel was dying to speak his mind, it could be dangerous. Just by thinking about Rebecca’s call in the next day to curse the life out of him, Dan would decide to remain in silence, but then, that girl looked incredibly familiar and was currently giving one rare chance to Daniel speak his native language with someone who wasn’t his british friends. And that was a way too tempting for him to handle.

-I am sorry you heard that, Miss. - the englishman said, looking at her with his gentleman like posture still intact. - I thought I was alone… - and that was pretty much true. He wouldn’t say bollocks in front of a girl who had enough reasons to be at a cocktail party like that. It meant she wasn’t the kind to hear Daniel’s dirty slangs. Not at all. - I think I’m way too frustrated to keep myself from being impolite. - though it could help him quite often, Daniel wasn’t aware of the useful nature of well told lies. The times he lied, the brunet ended screwing everything up, and though he could had come up with any other excuse, he had to say the truth without even knowing who was the girl by his side.

[seongyooyoung]

Yooyoung's dark eyes travelled up and down the guy's body discreetly. It wasn't out of interest, but of curiousity - something she always did when she met someone new. The girl scanned over the little details, noticing the French tailored suit and also the slight tattoo poking out of the edge of his sleeve and right there, the brunette knew that he wasn't as he was keeping himself to be at that moment. She knew he was a son to one of the guest's, but he wasn't one of the ones who were prim and proper, like the ones she had been introduced to one too many times for her liking. He stood up with such a careful gentleman-like posture that it looked a bit too calculated on his part, like he did not let himself. With a slight breath, she cleared her throat a tiny bit and smoothed her nimble fingers down her dress.

"Oh, it's fine, really," she replied smoothly, keeping her face to it's usual state, "In a cocktail event like this, you're never alone - you should be aware of that." Yooyoung knew of that fact first-hand, as one of the first events she attended - at the age of thirteen, no less - ended up in many people complaining of the 'rude mutterings' that the girl had uttered when she had thought no one was around her or paying attention. That day, she learnt that someone was always watching or listening, whether intentional or not. Her father as expected wasn't too pleased with her for the rest of the year. His next words though, did bring a slight spring to her dark eyebrows, the pencilled arches moving up her forehead just slightly. Frustrated? the girl thought curiously. "You're not too accustomed to this kind of scene, I suspect?" she shot the words out of her mouth bluntly yet smoothly, her face turning fully to face him.