공슬미

gong seulmi. sophomore. tritanope. visual arts major. ❝—to feel, to give, to take, to laugh, to get lost, to be found, to dance, to love and to lust, to be so human.❞

[maegangu-blog]

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maegangu:

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( / however the next succeeding words that left the older’s lips made her cringe to death ) oh my god…. ( / she mutters, immediately covering her ears with her palms – though it was rather too late ) i didn’t know you were just as greasy as me…. ( / she eyed the latter with quite disbelief. though contrary to her greasiness, maegan however did not like if it was used against her. she does not know how to deal when compliments are thrown at her – she hated being flustered whenever it happens – which is what was happening at this very moment. she knew very well that her cheeks were tinted red but she chose to ignore that fact, she tried to remain her usual calm and cool self even though her flustered state was quite evident ) okay. fine. i’ll start with easy questions… ( / nods in agreement, she looks at her watch, trying to take note of the time at this very moment ) your ten minutes…… starts now. ( / her gaze remained at her, motioning her to start with her reading, an amused smile forming on her lips. this was definitely getting better than she expected ) i’ll write down the questions on a piece of paper while you do your…  thing. i’ll leave you alone for awhile. ( / her gaze averts from the latter, trying to leave her at peace. she knew very well that the older was prone to distraction and so she moved her chair a little farther – but not too far. she pulled out a piece of paper from her backpack and she started to write down the questions, her other free hand covering her handwriting so that the other could not see what she was writing )

yay! ( `*; seulmi cheers, quietly clapping her hands together in frantic delight. she is beyond ecstatic to hear maegan agree to lowering the required grade, even if by just a smidgen. that minor expansion of leeway for achieving her goal heavily increases her belief that she will be able to meet the other’s expectations and, in the process, receive whatever she wants. absolutely anything, as promised by the challenger. and she is going to make the best of the situation, in spite of her strong hatred for studying and testing. in her excitement, she launches herself forward, wrapping her arms around the other and squeezing tight. ) maezing has come to her senses! my prayers have been answered! but... ( `*; she drawls the final word out dangerously, playfully increasing the strength of her grasp around the female found trapped in her arms. her smile is easily overtaken by a frown. ) don’t call me greasy. that’s all you. greasy maemae. i am just really genuine and honest and i love you, okay? remember that. 

( `*; with that she loosens her hold, departing with a teasing flick to her friend’s forehead. ) now, let’s get down to business. commencing reading process in three... two... one! ( `*; always partial to dramatic flair, seulmi drops her head at the last count and feigns extremely dedicated concentration on the words before her. although, after the first sentence, she immediately begins to regret agreeing to this trial. the further she reads, the deeper the boredom sinks in. ah, there was the reason she wasn’t doing so well in the first place. she risks a glance at maegan a few times to judge if the time is almost up, but there seems to be no immediate end in sight. in addition to that, the other appears to be far too absorbed in doing her work — as seulmi should be — to provide much distraction. thus the impatient, inattentive girl is forced to return back to reading, the occasion inquiry falling from her mouth; all along the lines of what, what is that, and so. each in a questioning tone. she picks up a pen to start a soft, rhythmic tapping, swings her legs back and forth beneath the table, even rocks side to side whilst trying to read. then, finally, once she has decided she has browsed enough of the assigned pages, ) is the time up yet? please tell me that the time is up. this is psychological torture or something. this is so boring that even the prospect of getting whatever i want is not enough to make me want to continue reading. i read all of it, i promise. well, i skimmed most of it, but i think that’s good.

[maegangu-blog]

`⇢ ★ distractions 」

[seulmigu-blog]

maegangu:

( / she couldn’t help but to chuckle at the obvious enthusiasm laced with her tone. that could only mean one thing though – her plan was actually working. ) okay, okay. calm down. one question at a time. ( / she turn fully around n her chair, now facing her friend as she started to answer her question one by one ) to answer your question – first, does this face doesn’t look serious to you? ( / she pointed out her face, trying to give her a stern look as possible, though she actually failed to keep that face for a very long time and so, she end up suppressing the laugh that wanted to come out of her throat ). nevermind we do know i can never keep a serious face at all. ( / laughs softly before she continued ) but in all seriousness, i am definitely not kidding. second, no, i am not lowering the grade, there’s no fun if i lower it. third of course i am still going to help you, we both know there’s no way you’re going to pass without my help. ( / she nods, before once again turning around to face the table, her gaze averting from the latter ) yeah, anything. well – as long as i can afford it. ( / her shoulder shrugs nonchalantly ) and as long as you don’t want me get killed. then anything really. ( / maegan wasn’t so sure why but she felt rather anxious as to what seulmi might ask, she wouldn’t lie. her curiosity was overflowing right now, she wondered what wish seulmi might want – hopefully, it isn’t too extreme. she takes a peek at the other from the corner of her eyes, trying to observe the latter if she was feeling rather motivated now – hopefully her plan worked. her hand was now resting against the book ) now….. do you want to start all over again? should i give you twenty minutes instead? you only have to read three pages though…

( `*; with insane haste, seulmi clamps her mouth closed, going as far as to imitate sealing her lips shut with lock and key. she clamps her hands together, sliding them between her thighs before squeezing them between her knees, filled with too much excitement to trust her body, at this point, without some restraint in place. if there is one thing she loves wholeheartedly, it is receiving things that do not require overexertion on her end. and sitting still for a few hours to study does not seem too overbearing of a task in exchange for practically anything she wishes. this study session is beginning to shine in a much brighter light. though, the unyielding position on lowering the grade is somewhat disheartening. ) you won’t lower it to even just a b? i mean, expecting me to get an a when i’ve yet to study this far is a little... i don’t know. don’t you think you’re overestimating my abilities. ( `*; hoping to change the woman’s mind, if only slightly, she pulls her facial features into a pitiful, pouting mask and stares with big eyes until they begin to water, involuntary tears gathering. ) have mercy on me. that’s such a high grade for my standards when it does not involve visual creativity. this shouldn’t be entertainment for you. 

( `*; in acknowledgment of the other’s statement, she merely hums. of course the female would still assist her in her studies despite the sudden proposal to be implemented throughout. gazing intently at her friend, she lays her head atop the table once more. seulmi finds it strange that maegan’s eyes stray away from her when discussing the topic of defining ‘anything,’ but she does not bother to directly address it. perhaps she is over-analyzing when she should be contemplating what to request. there are already several ideas in the midst of blooming but she does not want to be too quick when choosing her prize—if she will receive one. ) why would i ever want to get you killed. you are my maeshine and you help me all the time. i really appreciate you and cherish you a lot, so... ( `*; with a sigh, she lifts her head up and rubs her hands together in a motivated fashion. she tugs her textbook close and flips to the correct pages. ) alright, let’s get to work. i think i can do it in ten minutes. maybe fifteen to be safe, but be sure to start with easy questions after i’m done, okay? nothing that will fry my brain. especially since i’m doing this for you, in the end. okay? okay! tell me when to start.

[maegangu-blog]

`⇢ ★ distractions 」

[seulmigu-blog]

maegangu:

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( / before she could even let the other tell her about it, she spoke once again, finally letting her know what she had in mind that could motivate her ) i just had the greatest idea ever. how about…. if you get a grade higher than B, i’ll grant you a wish. it can be anything you want. i’ll take you to anywhere you want, treat you something you crave for, do something you’ve been wanting to do for the past weeks…… sounds fun right? ( / she grins out of excitement ) what do you say?

( `*; eager that the other has so easily taken her distraction bait, seulmi turns fully around in her chair, closing the book before her while she has the chance to do so without being scolded. ) well, i heard that— ( `*; the remainder of her words are drowned out by maegan’s interruption for the second time in a fairly small time period. in all honesty, there is little to be said about “minwoo” because she does not know anything about him. but, somehow, being cut off after minor interest in shown in what she plans to say, it stings slightly. perhaps more so due to the unhappiness that generally comes with being prompted to participate in something undesirable. even if it begins suggested by herself. ) wow. ( `*; that is the only thing that she finds herself able to say. she stares at maegan, steadily growing more dispirited. nevertheless, her mood increases effortlessly when the female’s proposal is left hanging in the air. unconsciously, she moves closer to the other, eyes impossibly wide with enthusiasm now. she quickly forgets about the impossibility to get a word in prior. ) are you serious? can you lower the grade? can’t i just pass? you’re still going to help me out with studying right? i know i can do well if you just stick this out with me. ( `*; pausing in her tirade of questions, thoughts running amok, she is suddenly struck with the realization that she has absolutely no clue what she would like if she were to do as asked. ) i don’t even know what i would i want. do you really mean anything? like, anything? anything in the entire world?

[maegangu-blog]

`⇢ ★ distractions 」

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maegangu:

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( / upon seeing the reaction that she was expecting from her friend, maegan let out an amused grin, her hand rubbing that certain part of her arm that took the hit, letting out a soft chuckle. ) okay. shhh. yo, you need chill. it’s just me….. you seemed very serious earlier. for awhile back there i thought you were actually studying but of course we both know that’s impossible. ( / she laughed at her own words before she looked at the other with quite disbelief ) my god – how do you even pass. ( / sighs heavily as she drags her chair a little closer to the other as she remained seated, her head leaning forward as she too a closer look at seulmi’s textbook ) hmmm. as far as i remember, the coverage of the exam starts on page 41. ( / she leans back, her head nodding as she took the initiative to flip seulmi’s textbook to the said page ) you know it’s not that hard…. how about i’ll give you ten minutes to read it then I’ll ask a few sets of questions afterwards? how does that sound? ( / she did not even waited for a response from the other before she had spoke once more ) okay cool. your ten minutes starts now. if you don’t get at least 5 questions correctly you’re treating me ice cream. ( / the corner of her lips tugging in a playful smirk )

obviously it’s just you. if i knew that earlier, i wouldn’t have been so startled. approach me like a normal human being. ( `*; thoroughly unamused by the other’s teasing antics, seulmi stares the other down, expression cold and lifeless. for a moment, she considers attacking her friend again, simply for additional emphasis. however, she decides against it, settling for bumping at the shoulder once the female scoots closer. ) that’s a dumb question to ask. you’re the reason i pass. obviously! that’s why you’re here to help me study. i don’t want to read for ten minutes. that’s long. so... ( `*; she grins innocently, leaning forward to press her forehead to maegan’s shoulder, gazing up with batting eyelashes. as slyly as possible, her hand reaches forward and begins to slide the textbook from its position in front of her and nearer to her friend. ) can you read to m— ( `*; just like that, the other signals that her time limit has started. seulmi wastes a full thirty seconds staring with disbelief. she had not even be given enough to respond fully. huffing, she turns back to the text, gliding the book back into a readable setting, but not before she mutters, ) i’m not going to buy you anything for making me read. 

( `*; she tries. she really, really tries hard to read the words but after what seems like forever, the writing all seems to blend together into a large mass of undecipherable nonsense. the silence in the library is unsettling. it’s almost too quiet. and, as always, there comes the urge to break that silence. thus, slaps lightly at her leg and sighs heavily when she is forced to return to the beginning of the text due to the information slipping away in mere seconds. ) this is so boring. i can’t read this. this is torture. ( `*; although the time is not yet up, seulmi gasps loudly and turns to face her company, eyes wide with excitement. ) did you hear about minwoo?

[maegangu-blog]

`⇢ ★ distractions 」

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maegangu:

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( / she couldn’t help but to snicker at her own choice of words as she finally took her mobile phone back to her pocket, rushing her way towards the library which was a few steps away from where she was right now – and after a few turns around the corner of the corridor, she could finally see the ‘library’ sign. she went inside the pits of hell library ) should i text her or just look for– ( / she trails off as she started to walk slowly and carefully around the library, looking for a familiar figure around – she wanted to surprise the other with her sudden appearance, thus deciding not to inform the latter that she was already there. and a few minutes after of searching, she finally found her dear friend sitting alone on the far left, her back facing maegan ) perfect. ( / her lips pursing into a thin line as she slowly and carefully walked towards her, trying not to make even a tiny bit of noise and as soon as she was standing just behind her back, she leaned closer to the latter’s ear, grinning widely from ear to ear as she whispered ) hey babe – ( / her tone quite teasing, sounding as if she was hitting on her, which made her chuckle inwardly afterwards. it was greasy, but hey – she was always this greasy anyway ) in all seriousness, did you even opened your book for the past few days, i mean even just scan the pages? or don’t tell me that you literally haven’t studied even just a bit at all. ( / she manages to ask in a somehow low voice since she knew they were in the library as she sat down on the vacant seat beside her friend, placing her books down carefully on the top of the table )

( `*; ping, zzt. ping, ping, zzt, zzt. the messages arrive on her device at a fairly regular pace. not allowing a second for her to begin typing in the characters of her first word before she is interrupted with yet another response to read. it is something she has become accustomed to when dealing with maegan. the two, in her opinion, are dedicated texters where it comes to interacting with one another. a notion that can be backed by the warning gazes of several studying persons surrounding her. seulmi is quick to quiet her phone before any more replies can reach her device through the network, head lying atop her arm sprawled across the table top. one-handedly, she returns to continuing their mobile conversation, foot tapping silently beneath the table while her thumb taps swiftly. )

[  ✉  → amaezing babe. ]  :((((((((((((( i try to study when i can. it’s hard. [  ✉  → amaezing babe. ]  it’s soooooo boooorrriiinnngggg. [  ✉  → amaezing babe. ]  if you don’t get here in the next minute, i’ll refuse to study.

ah! ( `*; she shouts, entire body lurching upwards, startled by the sudden voice in her ears. and if her phone was considered a racket of noise when on the receiving end of messages, this reaction is no doubt several times worse. forcefully sucking in a breath, seulmi whips around to face the culprit of her unexpected torment, only to be surprised by maegan settling into the seat beside her. ) you scared the life out of me. my gosh. ( `*; in retaliation, she lightly slaps at the female’s arm. ) don’t do that again. you’ll get me in trouble. ( `*; with that, she falls back into her chair, gaze heavy on the other. she decides to ignore the intense sensation of several pairs of eyes boring into her very soul, instead giving her attention to flipping through the pages of her textbook. ) for what it’s worth, i browsed the table of contents, the index, the glossary, and the appendix. ( `*; seulmi pauses, a sheepish look on her face. ) in all honesty, i kind of forgot what pages we’re supposed to be studying.

[haenagu]

⊱`⇢ ★ small.home / khn x gsm

[seulmigu-blog]

haenagu:

a sigh slipped past the nineteen-year-old’s lips as she shook her head and tried to focus on her lesson. she took notes and participated in the debate and before she knew it, the bell rang. lunch time. she packed her things hastily and ran out of the classroom before anyone else. although it was raining still it definitely wasn’t as strong as earlier. which was a good sign. 

it's raining, seulmi notes, a grim expression muddling her usually bright and welcoming aura. probably has been for quite some time now. but the world knows that her attention span is meek in all aspects. concentration tends to happen easier for her when it is directed towards one significance at a time. and at the moment, her thoughts are caught in a struggle of limbo between attempting to study some odd, unmemorable artistic process, contemplating whether or not it is time to abandon the activity overall, and thinking about the tiny, little animals that are currently stuck out in the slowly withering downpour.

it comes as an afterthought, barely given much pondering; the kittens.

pencil in hand, the consistent rhythm of tapping acquired minutes prior ceases as her gaze focuses on the pattering drizzle against the nearby window. the kittens. kittens. her kittens. a gasp flutters through her throat, echoing the loud screech of her chair grinding abruptly against the floor. without so much as closing her book, she dashes to grab her jacket and scurries to make her way outside, all while hastily shoving her arms into the sleeves. the action of snatching up her umbrella is done purely on instinct, and definitely something that she barely notices. yet somehow the item is opened and situated for proper use in seconds.

thoughts reeling, she stumbles out into the rain, footsteps rushed. she is unsure whether her movements can be described as jogging or full-out sprinting. guilt weighs heavily upon her shoulders, though she continues to push forward without visual of it. there are too many other things to focus on. like: how could she have forgotten about those poor, poor animals? her mind forges horrid images of the animals shivering wet and icily cold. perhaps even... gone. departed. lost. no more.

anything but that.

her eyes catch sight of the wiggling leaves of the oh-so-familiar cherry blossom tree and the closer she gets to touching base at its roots, the harsher the scenarios become. anything could have happened at this rate. despite the extinguished harshness of the rain, the shower has yet to give up since its awakening. fortunately, just below the clap of unexpected thunder that hits, there is a series of tiny, bell-like mewls that rope her in with an unbelievable speed.

it takes no longer than two seconds for seulmi to be crouching in wet dirt, knees and shins succumbing to damp earth. she pokes out a finger to lift away the improvised roofing and stares down at the pile of kittens. relief settles slowly into her being and, finally, she allows herself to breathe. the animals are okay. all of them curled together, bumping and huddling against one another as they mew insistently. adorable.

a sigh steals her breath. "oh gosh, oh gosh," she mutters to herself, reaching out to encompass one of the animals in the warmth of her hand. "i'm sorry i forgot about you guys. i was so worried. it's a good thing someone gave you guys a roof." the end of her statement lays itself to rest without complicationuntil she is struck by realization. someone? then, she wonders aloud, "someone? but who?"

[maegangu-blog]

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[seulmigu-blog]

[ maegangu ]

[ ✉️  sms »» seulmi ♡  ] have you studied for tomorrow’s exam already??

[ ✉️  sms »» seulmi ♡  ] how stupid of me. why am i even asking you this… knowing you. of course you haven’t.

[ ✉️  sms »» seulmi ♡  ] i’m coming to your room my class just ended. or do you want to study in the library? 

[ ✉️  sms »» seulmi ♡  ] and no excuses or whatsoever okay.

[  ✉  → amaezing babe. ] of cour

( `*; before she can even finish typing the rest of her short response, her phone pings again, jolting lightly in her hands. the message— the messages that follow the initial question has her rolling her eyes and huffing, though she refuses to pout this time around. how rude to be so blatantly correct. deleting the few characters already written, she quickly replaces them with a more relative reply. )

[  ✉  → amaezing babe. ]  ( ι ´ Д｀)ﾉ  [  ✉  → amaezing babe. ]  i’ll have you know that i am in the library at this very moment. so ha! [  ✉  → amaezing babe. ]  i mean... i haven’t exactly started studying yet, but that’s because you aren’t here! you are my key to success. you are dragging me down by not being here within a respectable amount of time. your class was too long.

[seulmigu-blog]

❝ ɪʟʟ ᴀɴᴅ ᴜɴᴡᴇʟʟ — lm & gs.

[seulmigu-blog]

[ maegangu ]

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She glanced at her friend worriedly, examining her face as she tried to tuck her loose hair that was covering a part of her face on the back of her ear. “Wait a sec, have you even eaten anything at all? I mean, you can’t drink meds with an empty stomach?” her lips curved into a frown. Why does she feel that the latter haven’t eaten anything yet at all. 

     Admittedly, Seulmi retains the sudden urge to cry. Oddly enough, the tearful feeling is not solely founded by the unpleasantness of being sick. Nor is it wholly due to her permanent headache or the rough, soreness in the back of her throat. Instead, her mind concentrates on the dispiriting fact that she is most likely too old to be so heavily affected by the common cold. She feels helpless. Much too helpless for a self-proclaimed adult woman. Yet the slight burning sensation is already ablaze behind her watering eyes, pooling, brimming, close to spilling. Nevertheless, the girl merely sucks it up. Deeply, she breathes in through her stuffy nose (with some complication) and quickly blinks away the lingering moisture that threatens to bead and trek visibly down her round cheeks. That would be embarrassing. More embarrassing than accidentally sneezing icky mucus everywhere.

     In lieu of having her already alarming appearance be tarnished further, she lifts both hands to cover her nose and mouth, eyes frantically darting in all directions in search of something—anything remotely close to tissue or a handkerchief to use for cleanup. Honestly, tissue has never before been seen as such a luxury in her life. Again, her memory alerts her to the fact that a box had been within reaching distance some time before. And again, it cannot be located. Of course, as fate would have it, the item just so happens to disappear when she needs it most.

     That pessimistic thought is gone as quickly as it comes. Like most notions at all times.

     As always, baring witness to the humorous snickering of her close friend is contagious enough to bring herself to laughter. And though the shaking of her body and the effort exerted causes her head to pound harder than originally, she cannot stop herself from joining in. Which is short-lived due to the following comment that sparks an instant retort, accompanied by a saddened frown. “I did not sound like a five-year-old. Your hearing is off or something. I sounded perfectly normal.” Her words are muffled behind her hand, but she is certain that they are clear, nonetheless. Immediately, what little of her expression can be seen morphs into something of disbelief and confusion merged into one. Seulmi’s eyes narrow, her eyebrows draw downwards, and her mouths falls opens (an action obscured from view) to inquire, “What about being sick is adorable to you? This is disgusting. And if I happen to look as badly as I feel, then I probably look dead. Dead and reawakened, only to die again.” 

     Regardless, hearing that leaves her feeling a bit less horrible. Maybe even a little giddy—truthful compliment or not. That, along with the things Maegan pulls from her bag, from medicine to sanitary alcohol, it all provides a calming, reassuring atmosphere. As if to say she is in good hands; that she will be taken care of to the best ability of her company. Not that she would ever think to question that while in the presence of the other. Trust and dependability has long since been earned. Probably a bit too easily, but Seulmi trusts as effortlessly as she loves. Those are sentiments to be discussed another day, seeing as she has more important things to tend to. Such as her nose, which begins leaking once more.

     Hastily, Seulmi removes a tissue from the small package (the very first thing she reaches for) and hurriedly blows her nose before any more sneezing disasters can occur. Loudly and several times (as she does most things). Then, grabs another to repeat the process. She can state a thousand times over that sickness is a terrible experience; the cleanup being twice as irritating. However, quite frankly, being alone during it all is the worst. With a friend beside her, the situation is not nearly as dire. “I’m really glad that I can always count on you.” She smiles, silently considers reaching out to touch the other’s shoulder. If only to physically show her appreciation in an affectionate way. Maybe not, she thinks, glancing down at her hands. Thousands of germs will be transferred at this point. “I really, really should wash my hands,” she adds, already in the midst of shifting her legs over the edge of her bed.

     But the mere mention of food strikes an almost painful discomfort in her stomach, causing her to freeze before she can so much as stand on her two feet. When had she last eaten a meal? The inquiry is a mind-stumping one. Two hours? Three? Twelve? Lost in thought, she lays a hand upon her belly and groans dramatically, “I can’t even remember the last time I ate. It was probably years ago.” It is saddening to be hit with hunger alongside several other body weakening sensations eating away at her energy. On the other hand, the female immediately perks up with sudden realization of just who her temporary nurse is. Her eyes brighten with happiness and she blurts out, “Does this mean you’re going to feed me? I hope this means you are offering to feed me because if you’re not then I will be highly disappointed. Deeply saddened because you always feed me when I’m hungry. And you really shouldn’t act this way to someone who is sick.” In emphasis of her sickly condition, Seulmi raises her arm to her mouth and coughs into the crook of her elbow, though considerably less genuine than before. A set of dramatics hinted thoroughly by a slowly appearing grin.

[seulmigu-blog]

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❝ ɪʟʟ ᴀɴᴅ ᴜɴᴡᴇʟʟ — lm & gs.

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[ maegangu ]

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And with that, her heels spun around hastily, going into the other way around instead. She was going to the nearest convenience store, buying some medicine, and probably some stuffs that Seulmi might need – tissue, alcohol, and such. Afterwards, she quickly run back to the university, which was probably two blocks away from the convenience store. Maegan went straight ahead into Seulmi’s room, not even bothering to stop over into her own room since she didn’t want the other to wait.

Surprisingly, the door wasn’t locked, probably because her visit wasn’t unplanned, she slowly opened the door, taking a peek through the slightly opened door, seeing if the other was awake or not. Unlucky for her, Seulmi was facing the other side, and so , she couldn’t see if she was sleeping or not, she closed the door silently and carefully, not wanting to wake up the other if she was indeed sleeping. Maegan coughed, trying to see if the other would notice her presence.

         In spite of firsthand knowledge of her friend’s ability to swiftly answer text messages when the opportunity arises, Seulmi is somehow still startled by the sharp, bursting vibration that rumbles her bed mere minutes after her phone is dropped upon the sheets. Her body jolts in surprise, eyelids flying open, head jerking upwards. Instinctively, she glances around, carefully observing her surroundings for the source of the sound. Her heart thumps rapidly within her chest, beating out a shaky rhythm of anxiousness. The previously acquired state of serene swimming in and out of consciousness is rudely disrupted. It is not until the second shock follows through that her senses are awakened.

         Taking care to not exceed the minimal amount of energy, she manages to locate the device without bothering to so much as raise a single limb that is not her arm. Slim fingers skirt mindlessly over bunched cotton until there is the feel of smooth plastic to be caught in a limp grasp. Sure enough, the screen is brightened, a single notification displayed that alerts to having received two new messages from "amaezing babe." Admittedly, seeing the name is enough to soothe away some of her suffering. It takes no longer than minute to open and read them, a sigh of relief stealing away her breath. Ten minutes. She can endure that.

         Somewhere between that thought and a timespan that seems to embody more than ten minutes, her eyelids slip shut for the nth time. It is an effortless feat to drift off with little strength and no agenda. She does not realize she has fallen asleep until a sharp coughing sound that does not come from herself causes her to startle awake.

         Again, the sudden interference of noise within her still bedroom heightens fear in her, but the feeling is promptly squashed the moment her vision is drawn to the expectant image of Maegan by the door. "Mae,” whispers the sick woman, voice incredibly raspy. She shifts forward, using her palms to drag her body into an upwards sitting position, only slightly hindered by her weakness. Like a child (though she’ll never admit it), her hands reach out to the other. “Please tell me you brought tissue because I’m too tired to go looking for my own and they’re somewhere around here but I just can't remember where. And I’m dying. And my nose is leaking everywhere. And it’s absolutely disgusting. And... A—”

         Before Seulmi can finish her speedy bout of complaining, her words are dragged to a halt by a sudden intake of air. Several times consecutively until she lurches forward and sneezes rather loudly into her her cupped hands. Then, there is yuckiness everywhere: her hands, the blankets, her face. Disgusting! Her lips wobble and her eyes water. There is one insistent question tickling the edge of her thoughts: why her? She is just exhausted.

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❝ ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴍᴇɴᴛᴀʀʏ — lm & gs.

[seulmigu-blog]

[ maegangu ]

                                                              ●  ●  ●

Her eyes remained busy, almost everything from the store was definitely an eye catcher and so she didn’t know where to look first. As soon as her friend had called out to her, she immediately gave the other a look, her attention fully given to the older female speaking. Maegan couldn’t help to show the slight disgust on her face, especially that Seulmi picked out the most confusing print ever. “The color is cute, however—“ she pursed her lips together, trying to mask away the grimace on her face. Maegan tried to come up a good explanation that the print doesn’t look good, but she just couldn’t find a nice way to say it at all. “Don’t you think it looks unpleasant to the eyes of the others, I mean – I can’t even look at it for more than three seconds, I probably would look away instantly to save my eyes from such awful print.” she covered her lips with the back of her hand as she laughed. Seulmi’s silly actions definitely didn’t do any better, and so, Maegan end up laughing more than she should have.

“Truthfully, I don’t think it does look good on you, but since you’re acting all silly and cute, I think I might change my mind—“ and once again, she laughed at her own lame, silly joke. “Can’t you pick a less confusing print though, something that is less harsher on the eyes, if there’s even such thing, or just pick out something more plain?” her gaze averted, eyes wandering around the stacks of clothes that were displayed on the store once again. Somehow, something plaid blue that was hanged on the other side caught her attention. “I honestly think that plaid blue suits you better.”

     Upon hearing the minute utterance that the color is at least cute (a good enough description for an item she is not interested in buying anyway), Seulmi grins brightly, all teeth, stretched lips and crinkling eyes. Though it is does not last long. Pulling the garment away from her body, her previously plastered smile instantly contorts into a deep, melancholy frown. It is feigned, of course, nonetheless the implementation of it is flawless. Her capability to stifle down the laughter that is bubbling within the pit of her stomach is surprising. The harsh commentary is almost impossible to ignore and it has her frown wavering dangerously, close to being broken. “Why are you so mean?” the girl whines in question, seemingly personally offended by her companion’s impromptu review. Then, all is lost the very moment the other breaks out in giggles. Sensing no reason to hold back any longer, she joins in, equally boisterous and lacking a bit of self-control. “Imagine how the designer would feel if he or she heard you so mercilessly point out the obvious? This is clearly an imaginative piece. As in you need to imagine that is looks great.” Brown eyes warm with amusement circulate in their sockets, a playful, teasing gesture meant to emphasize just how evident the basis of her statement is before she freezes, struck by an idea. “If you don’t think it looks good on me, even with my attempts at persuasive, cute charm,” she suggests, drawling the last word out, flipping the dress backwards to hold in front of her friend. “Maybe it will look good on you. Maezing makes everything look nice.”

     Grinning, she turns to hang the article of clothing back in its proper place; an action that can be appreciated wholly by her eyes once the horrid fabric disappears from sight in a pit of dozens of other dresses. Bunched between similarly tragic designs, the garb does not appear so shockingly out of place alongside its family. “But we wouldn’t want to damage your eyes.” With that, she returns to browsing through the selection once more, briefly resuming her quiet humming. A simpler song is playing through the speakers now, much calmer and more serene than the tune before it. Really, it seems that she pays more attention to the dangling price tags and the mumbling of mostly incorrect lyrics than the appearance of the apparel. Nevertheless, she listens intently when she is spoken to, considering that is the main reason she convinced the other to join her. A second opinion is very valuable. “To think I was going to suggest that we both get it so we could be twins,” she mutters quietly, peeking over the clothing rack at Maegan with narrowed eyes. The intensity of it is quelled by the seemingly permanent upturn at the corners of her lips, cheeks well-rounded. “The trend these days is all about being unique and dressing odd,” Seulmi explains in defense of her choice. Another hanger is lifted from the metal, circular frame. She holds the clothing high above her head, eyebrows drawing down and close as she squints at it, fingers rubbing at the hem of the material. “Were you talking about this one?” And another is added to the airborne collection. “Or this one?”

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❝ ɪʟʟ ᴀɴᴅ ᴜɴᴡᴇʟʟ — lm & gs.

[ maegangu ]

     Horrible. Absolutely, utterly, and completely horrible. There is no other suitable description worthy of detailing just how poorly Seulmi feels the very moment she awakes. Her body is as heavy as a thousand stones, her head is throbbing steadily with a harsh pain, and her nose seems to be filled with an unbelievable amount of snot (as disgusting as it is to pay recognition to). Overall, she is beyond exhausted and beyond well. It takes an excessive amount of energy to simply lift a hand to rub away the wetness accumulating beneath her nostrils, which are already reddening from irritation. Truly, what a bother. Now the icky semi-liquid is beginning to dry against the skin of her hand, the sensation as disturbing as the overwhelming burning filtering through her entire body. Being sick is not at all fun when alone.

    Not that this is a new discovery on her end. It is the moment that presents the realization in a new light. Perhaps a direct result of this incident being quite close to the most terrible she has ever felt during sickness. A conclusion thoroughly supported by her inability to do much more than shift slightly. She rolls her head to the side, in search of a box of tissues that she knows she has. Alas, the item she wants is nowhere in her immediate vision, which means it will not be retrieved any time soon. Instead of reaching for something with which to wipe away the nasty nasal mucus that continues to leak, her palm lands on the hard case cover that protects the back of her cellular device. Seulmi pulls the phone to her with intentions of persuading someone to come nurse her back to health. Singling out a friend requires little thought when considering the sickly state she is in.

     [  ✉  → amaezing babe. ] i’m dying. i swear it.      [  ✉  → amaezing babe. ] you cursed me when you said i would get sick. :’(      [  ✉  → amaezing babe. ] i feel terrible. come help, please. <3 sos.

     Immediately after her finger taps the ‘SEND’ button for the final time, her cellphone falls through her weakening grip, landing with a muted plop against the bed sheets. Her arm quickly follows, sapped of all remaining energy. Seulmi sniffs in a futile attempt to stop the snot starting yet another slow track down her face. This time she does not bother to rub at her face. A fatigued groan rumbles through her chest and throat, unnecessarily high in volume. The action fuels up a hacking, coughing fit that has her entire body heaving with the effort to breathe while she musters the power to roll over onto her stomach, pressing her face deep into the material of her pillow. Her eyelids slip shut, closing against the bright light filtering through the window. There is an insistent urge to fall into a state of dreaming, yet she is simply too tired to do so. 

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❝ ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴍᴇɴᴛᴀʀʏ — lm & gs.

[ maegangu ]

     Colors, to Seulmi, are nothing more than an enervating hassle approximately ninety-percent of the time. Ranging from the colors she can properly determine, to the few she cannot. It all requires an exhausting amount of energy, labels, and a tedious process of trial-and-error. That is, when pertaining to clothing and dressing oneself. Art, however, is an entirely different issue located on a completely different spectrum, all on its lonesome. All the same, the obsession with matching each article of one’s attire has never settled comfortably into her daily agenda. As a totally clueless and inattentive person with a rare color vision deficiency, she is at an immediate disadvantage in that competition. Incredibly unfair, in her opinion. Luckily, her sociability tends to award her with friends willing to play the part of her second pair of eyes.

     Lovely, amazing friends who consequently receive unyielding attachment. More particularly, Maegan; the given name (though she rarely refers to her as such in favor of testing dozens of senseless nicknames) of the woman that ranks rather high among the people Seulmi cherishes wholeheartedly in many aspects. And also requests to tag along for spontaneous shopping adventures, like so: she travels alongside her usual companion across well-polished floors, occasionally bumping at the shoulder due to her inability to properly judge the boundaries of personal space. The consistent contact goes unnoticed by her as she seemingly rambles on and on about several different topics at once, hands gesturing wildly all the while, most likely unable to focus on one subject long enough to be understood. That does not give reason for her to cease her babbling, though. Her words are only pulled to an abrupt halt when her attention is stolen through peripheral vision. 

     Her gaze is drawn to a vast array of styles displayed within a window a few meters away. She stops, unusually quiet, silently mulling over a series of thoughts, both disconnected and connected to the current circumstances. Barely a second passes before she is stabbing a finger in the direction of the store, saying, “Let’s go look around in there.” Although, by the time the short suggestion is fully spoken, the girl is being lured inside, aided by the exuberant sounds of a soundtrack that becomes increasingly familiar the closer it edges towards its chorus. Seulmi hums quietly along with the jittery tune, not bothering to check to see if she is being followed by her friend as she swiftly shuffles farther into the depths of the clothing store, obviously momentarily distracted. Her fingers graze the soft fabrics of the nearest clothing items in reach as she passes, leaving blouses, dresses, and jeans to swing precariously on their hangers, nearly dropping from the racks each garb hangs from.

     Naturally, there are hundreds of options to choose from. Naturally, Seulmi does not do well at all with decisions that involve large selections. Thus she settles on combing sloppily through a random assortment of dresses branded with intricate abstract designs. Interesting enough. As an act of humor, her hand grabs for the most confusing print, that is harsher on the eyes than necessary. “Hey,” she calls out suddenly, whirling around to fully face the other female. “What color is this one? It’s really cute.” The garment dangles in front of her body, proportionate to exhibit an estimation of how it may appear if worn. Ever the fool, Seulmi pokes out her lips in a dramatic pout, expression forging into something she assumes to be quite common for those pursuing the essence of  “modelesque” as she strikes an even stranger, exaggerated pose: hand planted on hip, head cocked abnormally to the side. Her eyebrows wiggle rapidly with great effort before she asks, “Do you think it looks good on me?”

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[ CHARACTER AESTHETIC ]

gong seulmi — the average dreamer

❝ you’ve a good heart. sometimes that’s enough  to see you safe wherever you go. but mostly, it’s not. ❞