#kevinwoosnu

[seongjessica]

{text: eng} Heyyy ! Don't call me a peasant! I have a crown! {text: eng} Regardless, we need to hang out my gorgeous bestie <3

( text ) i’m the only one with a crown

( text ) tiara*

( text ) yes <3 oh and tiff’s probably too busy with her new bf so w/e, let’s go ditch her xoxo

[seongjessica]

{text}Oh that was me. I lost my phone so I borrowed a classmate's. {text} But seriously why do you ignore meee? Am I that bad to hang out with?

( text ) bow down to your princess, you peasant

( text ) i’m just kidding bffl :)

( text ) no it doesn’t mean like that :(

( text ) i’ve just been busy, don’t worry too much

[notashley-snu]

fashions fade, style is eternal || ashley&&kevin

Ashley parked her car, a beautiful black Audi TT, right next to the mall entrance. All she had had to do was smile brightly to the security guard by the entrance of the parking and when she arrived, the place was empty and waiting for her. Turning off the car's engine, she walked out of the car gracefully. As she walked into the big hall of the Rising East Mall, she could feel passersby eyes on her. Probably her bright pink Miss Dior bag and stockings, combined with her baby blue short dress and her Miu Miu white platform sandals were what caused the attention. Ashley didn't mind though, she quite enjoyed it actually. 

As she walked through the crowds, she wondered where to go first. She had gone on a shopping spree -alone, because Suzy had something to do today and Ashley hadn't been able to drag her- that evening to buy something for the upcoming Halloween party her sorority was hosting. She still wasn't sure what to dress up as, but she was thinking about a bunny. With that idea on mind, she walked to American Eagle Outfitters, hoping to find some kind of white dress that would somehow do as a bunny costume. 

She was on her way there when someone caught her attention. Frowning slightly, she stopped on her tracks and turned around. Wasn't that guy from the Fashion Club? Determined now, Ashley walked to the boy and softly poked his shoulder. "Hi, you're Kevin, right?" She said with a bright smile once he turned around. "I'm Ashley, we're together in the Fashion Club." 

[seongjessica]

[text-EnG] We should hang out at some point! <3

( / text: eng ) yes we should ma bffl

( / text: eng ) i missed your big butt too

[seongjessica]

[Text]Jesssieeeee!! i.missed you.

( / notification— 1 new text message, at the instant she receives the notification, she lazily sits up and reaches for her phone on the counter ; heaving a sigh, she unlocks her phone— inserting her password “lazygirl y0l0” and looking closely at who’s it from, a tiny smile forms on her face ) 

( / text — ) oh it’s you ?

( / text — ) hellllo dear. jessie’s missed you too. :)

[exseongshinyeong]

Coffee Shop | ♠ Kevin and Muffin ♠

Today Shin Yeong felt like doing her homework in a café nearby the university. She was wearing a cute dress, which she had bought just a few days ago and was sort of in love with. Normally she wasn’t even that much into fashion – but she liked her dress and it hasn’t even been that expensive! Finding a quiet place, she sat down and ordered milk – coffee. When the waiter brought it, she couldn’t resist but also order a strawberry-roll.

Happy with having some food, she started doing her world literature homework. “Why did I even choose this class? Ah, that makes another class I shouldn’t have chosen! I really should’ve thought about that more!” She thought to herself and looked at the questions. She must have looked pretty confused – she understood nearly nothing.

Her problem wasn’t that she was just dumb or anything, it was just, that the questions were written down quite complicated. She felt like reading some other language, but not Korean. To her, the sentences didn’t make the slightest sense and that even though she loved to work with texts! “Ah, I thought this would be fun! Why does this has to be so complicated? Can’t they just write it down the way they mean it? Why do they have to over-complicate everything?!” She sighed. “Or maybe I’m just too tired for this…”

Shin Yeong was taking a nip from her almost emptied milk coffee and suppressed a yawn – not for the first time. She read the questions over and over until she thought she would know which answer would be right. Korean education was really different, than the educational style from her home. But still she didn’t want to give up on her homework, she needed it and her ambition wouldn’t let go of her before.

After a couple of minutes, a guy walked into the café. He looked quite dressed up and Shin Yeong thought she’d know him from somewhere. Maybe from the Campus? He was walking through the café, until his eyes caught her and he stopped. A little confused, she looked back at him.

[seongjessica]

childhood recurrance ( ` kev & sica )

Inhabiting in South Korea was not an easy thing to do for Jessica. Not a single day would pass by of missing America. She was exiled from her home sweet home by her parent’s decision and when she pleaded, the poor girl begging on her knees not to leave, she was not surprised to see the contemptible look marked on their faces. The way their cold eyes gazed at her for crying and being so “vulnerable" and them telling her to get away from their sight. The eldest Jung was recognized as the black sheep in her family. 

Luckily for her, she was away from hell and this was surely a great opportunity for her to grasp. Now that Jessica grew up, it took her awhile to realize that she was way better off without those two who she called “Mother" and “Father". It’d been years since she last heard their voice or ever seen them face-to-face.

But if there was one person that made the pain go away during her troublesome times, it was her childhood friend: Kevin Woo. They were inseparable— two peas in a pod. No one could ever tear them apart or so she thought. When Middle School came around, that’s when she started to feel more than she ought to have. People called it, an aspect called “love". 

Sica did have strong feelings for him and letting him go was one thing she didn’t regret. She didn’t want to see him hurt because of her illness and she couldn’t let him know about that either.

"It’s better not to think about the past.." Sica held a firm grip onto her pencil, her nails digging in her palm.

She didn’t want to see him, quite frankly. But being in the same class— World Literature. What choice did she have? It’s not like she can drop out of this course, it’s a requirement for her major. And plus, the past is the past.

She just didn’t know how to react.

Well.. at least now you know that you’re an idiot for not taking this last year.