#hydrcngeas

[caiseboli]

hydrcngeas:

“But… you didn’t say you wanted the last piece of pizza! I asked you but you were all, ‘Uhh, it doesn’t matter.. uuhhh.’ How was I supposed to know you actually wanted it?!” The younger female shrieked as she waved her hands around, eyes wide and in a state of panic. When it came to food, Suzanne was the type to ask if anyone wanted the last piece before taking it for herself. “D’you want me to get another box and you can have the last one? I swear I won’t touch it!”

lesson learned: never try to play it cool when it comes to food. never brush a question off when it has to do with the last piece / bite. never act opposite of how you’re feeling inside! you must always express yourself loudly, or you’ll break your own heart like yeonha just has. she won’t hold herself back anymore. her pig-like tendencies will be shown to the world, unabashed -- confidently. she already proudly admits it to everyone else, so really, why was she acting different today? as if she wouldn’t or couldn’t down a whole pizza by herself? maybe it’s because... well, she thinks suzanne is fucking pretty. like, outrageously gorgeous, and they don’t know each-other all that well yet, and she doesn’t want the younger to end up with a bad impression. “all the uhhhs were keyword for yes, i want it.” at least she knows for next time, now?

something sad that yeon’s been forced to endure her whole life is that the pizza pies you get in south korea are considerably smaller than the ones you see in tv or movies that were filmed in america. even the largest size doesn’t look like it’ll be enough to fill yeonha on her own, let alone the fact that she’s had to share this one. “wait... do you mean like, right now? or are you talking for a later date?” both would be okay with her. the thought that suzanne might actually like her enough to want to hang out again is helpful in easing her enough to start showing her true colors. but truth be told, yeon could eat again right now. maybe not another whole pizza, unless the other’s really in the mood for it -- so she’ll pitch another idea, just in case. “orrrr.. you could buy me a churro and we can call it even. i guess.”

[kiceun]

❪   @hydrcngeas  //  cont.   ❫ 

      how outlandish. if he were ever to write a book regarding life's woes and disillusionments then he could state an entire chapter of reasons to be dejected over -- albeit there is one attribute he has yet to accept which is that others, unlike himself, may not look at the world through such grey and grim pair goggles. those who are constantly spirited and gladdening, who seem to naturally glance at the same world through a contrastive perspective; a more compulsory one as if looking at it through pink goggles (to match the former analogy) -- those are people ilseong has always failed to comprehend. feasibly, there are many things in this world he shall never genuinely assimilate, regardless of perpetual or (half) hearted endeavors. he, who is always despondent and dispirited finds suyeon uncanny for being so merry. rather astounding, to be frank.

      ❛ hm... i’ve never heard anyone admiring something like that before... like, having no reason to be sad at all... that's --- ... that's astonishing! how come, though? ❜    no genuine inquisitiveness, not wholehearted, at the very least.

[eldorvdo-blog]

@hydrcngeas | continued from here.

jinhee didn’t really like to give out more information than she needed to, though it didn’t bother her to have other people knowing about her family. it wasn’t something she was usually trying to hide. sometimes, however, it was nice to just keep it a secret that only she knew, if only for a day or two. parents day had just come around recently and she’d been bombarded with enough condolences and apologies for a lifetime. jinhee didn’t want any more sympathy this month, so she chose to close that part of her history off to others, which is exactly why she’d said she was uncomfortable speaking about this in the first place.

“no, no. it’s okay! it’s fine, don’t worry about it,” she said, waving a hand dismissively to show the other that she wasn’t upset. “i don’t mind you asking, it’s just... well, my parents are dead. they died a long time ago. i’ve healed from that by now, but i hate the sympathy i get from people, you know? i was just trying to avoid that today, that’s all. it’s okay that you asked.”

[gunmori]

origin : @hydrcngeas 

a small soft hum resonated in his throat, the weight of his body resting on the hands at his sides, pressed on the dusty surface of the wall they were sitting on, legs hanging loose occasionally hitting the cement with the sway of his feet. vulnerability. something jaegun despised to experience, a side of him he didn’t let others see, a state only him was allowed to get a glimpse of. if he’s lucky, he will go on in life without the need to not break in front of people taking a toll on him, if he’s not, everything will come crumbling down when he least expects it. the internet saying and romanticized idea that people who smile the brightest are hurting the most doesn’t really apply to him. he’s all smiles, laughs, carefree spirit and unfiltered words. the state of constant happiness is an unrealistic goal people aim to achieve, but gun can say he feels happy for the most part, talks about his problems if he needs to let it out, even. so really, his only problem, call it a flaw if you may, is that he will do so in a stoical manner. he won’t break down in front of you, he won’t release his stress in the shape of tears dampening his cheeks in front of you. the biggest kind of nudity is letting people other than you see you in your most vulnerable state. jaegun is too stubborn mixed with a bit of prideful to expose himself like that. a bit of a coward, too.

he shook his head and blinked a few times, silky strands of hair now disheveled in a way it almost looked neat, like that’s the way his hair is supposed to be, fitting him just right. he looked around until his eyes located the box of almonds and chocolate covered pepero, grabbing it and sliding the first stick he put his fingers on, giving it a bite and chewing a few times before replying. “yes, of course! you’re like, allowing the other person to see you naked, though i’d rather have someone see me naked than in a vulnerable state. hurts my pride a lot less.” he took another bite while he turned his head to the left to stare at the girl, eyes shifting back to the box and to her once again, shaking the cardboard, a silent offer as he chewed the sweet in his mouth.

[mutedhymns-blog]

@hydrcngeas continued from: here

The way Suzanne would normally laugh was rather embarrassing and she tried to hide that from others but every once in a while, it would slip out. Today was one of those instances. With flushed cheeks, the young female covered her face with her hands before shaking her head fervently, trying to avoid his gaze. “I–” She stammered, biting down on her lip gently before scrunching her nose up. “You’re very odd.”

It wasn’t his intent to make her feel uncomfortable or embarrass her in any way. Making a girl laugh in Jonathan’s mind is on the same level as winning the lottery, he was proud of himself and her laugh was cute as it could be -- he couldn’t help that he loved the sound of it. Mainly because he was proud of himself but that was besides the point. “Yes, I may be odd..” he started with an adoring grin on his lips, “but that doesn’t have anything to do with how cute your laugh is.”