#driftersunny

[jngxjnyng]

[ sms: 케이크] I miss you, cake. (I thought about making a nickname for you and decided I'd call you cake because it's sweet and cute like you)

【SMS ⇒ 햇빛 공주】

[ ✉ ] I miss you too, sunshine princess, don't worry too much! I'll be back soon enough, I promise. Cake, huh? Okay, yeah, I'll take that. I'm not nearly that sweet though.

[mxrk-tuxn]

Hello. {`a small voice escapes her lips, a sheepish smile adorning her features as she bows faintly in front the taller man} I'm Lee Sunny. You are?

Ah- Hello. {/grins warmly, expression reaching his eyes and he bows his head.} I’m Mark. It’s nice to meet you.

[qianniesong]

driftersunny replied to your post “{`peeks}”

{`she chuckles lightly at the other's usual forwardness, stalking towards her with a small grin. it had been awhile and the racer had missed the taller quite a lot as she teases the other for her words despite wanting too as well} How demanding.

I missed you. -she says simply. Victoria leans in and captures the other in a warm hug, burying her face against the crook of her neck. she presses a tentative kiss to her skin, resisting the urge of flicking her tongue out. fortunately, she has quite the self-control to manage this evening- 

[qianniesong]

{`peeks}

-for a moment, she's caught unaware by the foreign presence on her doors. Victoria was quite perceptible and although she knew who it was right away, she can't help the slight trickle of surprise run beneath her skin. goosebumps line the length of her arms when she turns to face the other- Get out of there and love me. 

[qianniesong]

Happy Birthday, Electric Girl

To our dearest Song Qian who's been with us through many ups and downs. To our Song Qian who is president of our ship and our butt squad member.

Another year older and another day wiser. Here are some of the things I've prepared for the birthday girl:

First is a guitar. I know how much you've always wanted to practice but never had the time to buy one so here you go. 

My second gift to you is a new exhaust pipe for your car. Can't let your Skyline get rusty, now can we? But if you need help installing it, you can ask me. 

My last gift to you is this pair of shoes. I know how much you've wanted them for the longest time. Sorry I didn't get to buy you all the colours you wanted--you're the idol that sells many albums internationally.

Happy Birthday, beautiful! You're twenty-seven but you really don't look a day over eighteen. I love you, pretty woman.

She clutched the gifts with a wide grin, struggling with finding the words to thank the other for such a thoughtful gesture. Victoria rarely gets tongue-tied but when she does, it's because she was feeling mousy. She prevents herself from drawing her fingers close to her mouth, a habit she's had since she was little. This was why her nails had always been painted beautifully, they keep her from biting.  "Ah, thank you. It's like you took a peek into my wishlist." a tinge of pink colored the skin of her cheek. "I'll have to ask for your assistance with this though," she raises the exhaust pipe, cheekily smiling through her little lie. Really, it's just an excuse to spend more time together. Ah, the cleverness of Qian. 

[sngxin]

{`walking along the crowded streets of Seoul, she can't help but stare at the tall, older woman who passed by. immediately recognizing her to be the idol she often saw on TV whenever the music shows aired. approaching the taller slowly, she smiles to lighten up the mood} Hello.

The brown eyed girl gazed back as the stranger approached, and turning around to face her, she slightly tilted her head and frowned in a confused manner. “Hello?” Gain didn’t say much but her facial expression made it clear she expected the young woman to explain her approach.

[archive4selentieun]

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your character has passed away, and my character is having trouble coping, so they keep calling your muse’s old cellphone. send me ◘ for the last voicemail my character left.

                                     November 10th, 2014.

How long has it been? Naeun wasn’t too sure, probably five months. Three weeks, who cares. She obviously did. Hence is why she’s been hanging around her room, isolation in progress and suddenly she just felt so alone. An empty piece of her life was taken away and she was left with countless memories in her head, upon the photos. She could go on with the list, the frustration as well. She hates it all. Hate isn’t even a strong word, it barely expresses how much she’s been feeling deep inside. Bottling up emotions, they’re going to flow out in the uglier way.

When her eyes come to a close she sees red. If her eyes fell upon her bare palms she sees crimson. The thoughts of death and gore was pondering in her mind through out these months. There’s no way to escape it, she’s a monster now isn’t she? She killed those who have taken her friend away, a way to show revenge in the best way possible. She couldn’t help herself, anger — it took a hold of the female.

Naeun wasn’t to blame for this, she felt the need to do so. It was difficult for her to let the situation come to a close entirely. They rushed off into their vehicles, took a hold of Sunny’s life; letting the woman hit another’s car and took off thinking that they would get away with it but they never did. Because she took weeks to combined the pieces to collide together and she ended up with a location, a date and herself in it as well.

So she’s in the room still, sitting here in silence for what seems like the entire day but it’s only been two hours. The phone was tucked away inside of her hand, a sigh falls pass her lips, she’s tired. Tired of thinking about it and wishing about the older woman coming back because it’ll never happen. Her fingers grazed upon the number of the other’s woman. Never calling the old number until now. It dialed, ringing continuously into her ears and she lets out a shaky sigh. Because she wasn’t used to this. It leads to voicemail and the beep rings into her ears.

Ninety seconds.

"Hello.." Pausing, she places a hand upon her own chest, petite fingers clutching onto her chest, rigid breathing and her eyes fluttering close to prevent herself from falling apart. 

Forty-five seconds.

"Sunny.. I’m so sorry." She apologizing, it wasn’t her fault but she felt like it was— because she’s gone what else was she supposed to say. "I miss you." Frustration, the sorrow was taking over her and it’s impossible to count the numerous thoughts she’s been having of the older woman.

Suddenly, it comes to a close. It hangs up on its own and she’s still speaking.

"Why.. aren’t you here anymore? I’ll see you later." This isn’t a goodbye, never will it be.

[qianniesong]

If I was yours, would you never let me go?

If you were mine, hypothetically of course, -she starts, thumb swiping over her chapped lips- the thought of letting you go… -fingers ghost over the skin of the other’s cheek, lending it a soft tint of pink as she pinched it. a sly smile eases onto her face and the air sweetens in her lungs when she pulls the younger close, the tips of her nose meeting hers- Would you like to find out?