#bewoosung

[bexstevie]

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head empty no thoughts tbh  📸  woosung 😜

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[bechaerin]

✦ * ·  ˚ @bewoosung

chaerin was one of those people who believed that twenty-four hours was simply not enough in a day. well, at least it wasn’t enough for her to fit in her school assignments, her part-time job and any hobbies that she actually wanted to. 

it’s why she finds herself at the same cafe, the same spot and with the same drink practically every single night after her part-time job. while she loved her job and helping out children with their artwork, it did take a lot of time out of her day. they were lovely, and the teacher in charge was more than accommodating with her studies, but she would love some time to breathe as well. she thinks she’s on her second cup already when she realizes that she’s run out. again. 

looking at the time, it’s nearing 10:30, and she thinks she should try to make it to the school studio instead to work on her stuff, but then she thinks about the commute back there and how it’ll eat up even more time. the smart thing would be to finish her assignment here and then haul her body back home where she can actually relax and not worry about deadlines. 

she needs to refill her cup and get a new drink order in because it’s rude to be sitting at the cafe with an empty cup, but she can’t find it in herself to move from her seat. not when she’s working on trying to finish this presentation. she makes a promise to herself that she won’t budge until she does.

[bexstevie]

the (after) life of the party,

< w. @bewoosung >

stevie stares at his reflection in the camera app, eyes narrowed as he fixes his hair idly. he’s trying to get the perfect look for a picture-- but his bangs aren’t cooperating under the pressure of his beanie. and stevie doesn’t really want to take it off, knowing how messy his hair looks underneath. pouting, he huffs, giving up-- and takes a funny photo from the chin up. snorting, he moves to angle it for a proper selfie, takes a couple. and he still doesn’t like it. maybe it’s the angle he’s using-- he doesn’t really like taking ‘normal’ selfies-- much rather have someone else do it for him. 

grumbling, he lets out a long suffering sigh-- lowering his phone a bit to pout in the direction of the older. “wooooooosuuuung,” he calls out dramatically, shifting as he straightens up a bit. stevie leans forward to peer curiously at what woosung’s doing on his phone. “can you take a picture of me real quick-- ooh, are you on tiktok?” he asks, lifting his gaze to look at him before leaning back a bit. it reminds him he hasn’t uploaded something in a little bit-- at least longer than he’s used to.