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@sunmil
[ I haven't been on here in so long, I apologize. I'll probably get back here soon enough. ]
↝ will be changing some things on this account, just minor things, and just re-organizing some things. will probably be back up & running either tomorrow or monday!
[ switching over to phone since it's late, but i'll be on aim > h24ours ]
Put a symbol in my ask box ;; extended edition.
¤ if your muse has romantic feelings for my muse § if your muse and mine have slept together, or if you muse wants to sleep with mine ‡ if your muse hates mine ♔if your muse would marry mine ✓ if your muse is/wants to be my muse’s friend ♥ if your muse and mine would have children (bonus if you describe them) ♒ if your muse would die for mine, or at least risk death ♏ if your muse wants mine as the maid of honour/best man ♌ if your muse dreams about mine (could be nightmares!) - ø for my muse needing yours to sleep ♐ for what my muse would do to save yours ♓ for our muse’s wedding ♊ for my muse forgetting your muse’s birthday, or vice versa × for a cuddle from my muse ♈ for a dream my muse had about yours Þ for a frantic text message from my muse ♠ for a confession about your muse from my muse ☢ for my muse’s reaction to yours abandoning them ✺ for our muses being snowed in together for my muse trying to convince yours not to leave/kill themselves/etc. ✉ for a goodbye letter from my muse ✿ for my muse’s idea of the perfect date with yours ✈ for a place my muse would like to go with yours ✍ for a diary entry about your muse ☁ for a drunk confession from my muse to yours ☽ for a half-asleep thought my muse has about yours
An awkward silence fell between the two of them and Wonsik couldn’t help but prepare himself emotionally for when she’s gonna slap his face. He swallowed a knot formed in his throat before the girl spoke, taking him somewhat by surprise with that question. Yes, it might sound natural to ask such a question, but that’s not one’s first reaction in general. “Well… that’s a good question.” He mumbled, blinking a couple of times in thought. “I’ve seen you and I liked you so I tried my luck, but I guess it’s not as easy as it looks on TV…” he replied, his voice fading slightly towards the end of the sentence. “I’m Wonsik, by the way! And I’m sorry…”
Now that the words he said came through, she couldn't contain a laugh. It was true, though. Nothing is as easy as it may look on television. A lie that lots of people fall for, for some kind of reason. She raised a hand and shook her head, making sure that the other knew she wasn't going to let him be embarrassed like this. "It's alright. I suppose I could come up with something better, though... Hm... 'I've lost my number, can I get yours?', no, that was even worse." she tried her best to make the other feel at ease rather than embarrassed. "Don't apologize-- My name's Sunmi, and it's alright, really."
I shrug only slightly because she’s there now, leaning onto me like she hadn’t for over a week. I finished off my noodles and as I did, my eyes peered down into the emptying bowl as my lips moved to respond. I didn’t care for blankets, I just wanted her to find the warmth in me no one else could. “I’ll have my arms to drape over you in a second…I just gotta drink the broth.” And it was true, just a moment, because I was raising the oversized cup to my mouth; I wanted to get it over with.
And so she waited for him to finish the cup noodles. She sort of felt bad that she didn't have anything better for him to eat, but she still sucked when it came to cooking and a lot of money she didn't really have either. Every once in a while she'd try things, buy new things if she gained more than usually, but that was just that, every once in a while. "Sorry that I can't give you any better than this." she let out a soft sigh, "I'll treat you to something better when I can."
Here- the perfect example of the selflessness I held for her, and no one but her. Turning my head to face her, I munched on a mouth-full of noodles, taking a moment to look her over; checking if she had goose-bumps or something alike. “If you are.” I utter through the spaces around my food. Alright, nothing too selfless, not like I just carried her away into the sunset, but it’s times like these that I’d shrug and probably say no, just because I’m comfortable on the floor. I lay on the floor. I’ve passed out on the floor. I smoke on the floor. For God’s- null sense- sake, I fuck on the floor. But she doesn’t like it, so I sit on the couch.
The couch didn't make her butt feel like a popsicle, fortunately. She didn't mind the cold weather much, as long as she could stay warm and not actually get sick. It was all done automatically, her head against his shoulder as she sat next to him, the want to grab his hand but didn't because, well, he was eating. She could always throw his food all over him another day. "I could have grabbed a blanket, too, you know."
"Can I kiss you?"
[ ⊹ ] — send “Can I kiss you?” to see how my muse responds.
She had seen him before, but couldn't quite pinpoint where she might recognize him from. A good few minutes was spent staring at his face, trying to figure it out, but she still couldn't think of anything. Did he live nearby? Probably not, she didn't remember ever seeing him around her apartment complex. Was it television, then? He did have the looks of an idol. Now another question burned in the back of her mind-- why would he ask if he could kiss her if he was an idol? And with that, she ruled out that possibility. "Why do you want to kiss me?"
'whatever you'd like to me'.
To hit you with my shoe or to not hit you with my shoe.
go anon and say whatever you'd like to me.
"Can I kiss you?"
[ ⊹ ] — send “Can I kiss you?” to see how my muse responds.
Sunmi may have had too much to drink, she wasn't going to let a stranger kiss her just like that. She raised her hand, waving it around frantically to signal that it was a big 'no'. "See-- I, I don't even know your name-" she muttered, trying to find a good reason to say 'no'. Did she even need a reason to say 'no'? Her mind wasn't in the correct state to figure that out, though. "Try again later."
"Can I kiss you?"
[ ⊹ ] — send “Can I kiss you?” to see how my muse responds.
She would've yelled a loud 'yes' if it wasn't for the recent events that had happened. So instead, she tried to calm down her heart that was beating like crazy by now, collecting her thoughts one by one. Was it a wise decision if she were to say 'yes'? Probably not, but she still wanted it. It was really the only question she needed to be asked, yet she still wasn't going to listen to it. And so, a still rather enthusiastic 'yes' came out of her mouth.
My cru-- one true love is this incredibly beautiful woman with a silky black hair and the most charming smile I've ever witnessed. -anon.
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I received the bowl of ‘fancy’ noodles with nothing but an out-stretched limb; waiting for her warmth to reach my sides yet again. I shook my head and smiled at her consideration, meeting her eyes. She always cared. She cared enough for the both of us. I only took a bite when she was finally there, on the floor with me like children. I take multiple glances at her as I chow down on the beef flavored ramen, she hasn’t changed since the day I met her.
A comfortable silence followed. It were these little things that made her feelings for him grow. Most of the silences they shared were comfortable, which she loved. There were times when she could talk like no other, but she wasn't always like that. The floor had gotten too cold to her liking, but she didn't move. He was still eating, and it would be rude for her to leave, even though they sat on the floor. "Are you cold?"
"Can I kiss you?"
[ ⊹ ] — send "Can I kiss you?" to see how my muse responds.
"Ah, Jaeho, you're being ridiculous. Why would you even ask such a thing, you know you've got my permission. As long as your breath doesn't smell and you don't have cooties. If you do, well, I'll give you some gum and stay at least five meters away from you. Deal?"
"Can I kiss you?"
[ ⊹ ] — send "Can I kiss you?" to see how my muse responds.
What was she supposed to answer? She didn't know him, nor did she have any idea why he'd actually ask such a thing, but hey, at least he asked? It wouldn't be a bad thing if she agreed to it, right? Or would it? She shrugged off the thought and shook her head, "I'd say yes, but I'd rather have your name first. Or would that be too much of a hassle...?"
Send "Can I kiss you?" to see how my muse responds.