#kousein

[kayeewest]

( kousein​ )

         “is that a good read?” his question is brief as he peers over the boy’s shoulder, eyes quickly analyzing the page’s contents. jackson was scoping out a few publications across the bookstore; he was there to find a birthday present for jinyoung. his birthday was less than a month away and he knew that his groupmate enjoyed reading as a stress reliever. of course he wouldn’t just get him a book but this was going to be the start of present shopping for the group’s mother. but soon jackson realized that he had no idea what he should buy -- so why not ask someone who seems to know a bit more, someone that could give him a decent recommendation.

[jnghnna]

“I just want to be perfect.”

[ & kousein;status: meme accepting! ]  

It’s as simple as it gets; he asks a question and Hanna replies with the first thing that comes into her mind. She likes to call it honesty, though she knows that sometimes people won’t believe her. It’s okay, she figures, since eventually they will realize that she’s being earnest about what she says. Because despite being quick to answer, she carefully thinks of what to say before daring to open her mouth to spill anything at all. Hanna has learned a long time ago that words could affect one so brutally to the point that they might carry a scar around forever, and she doesn’t ever want to be remembered in that way.

So she’s careful, but also open and genuine in a way that’s innocent and carefree; a trait that most seemingly lose with age. The more they grow and mature, the less they seem to remember what it has been like to say something without fearing consequences. Of course she isn’t free of this, and naturally she’s had her fair shaire of fearing the outcome should she dare to expose words to someone else’s ears that aren’t meant to be heard in the first place. The blonde’s cautious like that, only all too well remembering how such occurrences have hurt her before too.

There’s a saying that goes do to others as you would have them do to you. It is something she tries to live by, something that reminds her in a moment of weakness that everyone deserves to be respected and treated in a way that’ll remind them that they themselves are everything they need. One’s fate isn’t intertwined with someone else’s; and it’s up to anyone to make the best out of their situation. A little push into the right direction can always be of help, though.

It’s why she averts her gaze from the book in her hands to look at the male in front of her instead, a friendly smile soon being displayed on her features.

❝Aren’t you already?❞

[baekhylol]

kousein asked

“31. ( go crazy!! )”

My muse throws a punch at yours.

It wasn't at all like Amelia to slide into violence, if anything it was always something she tried to avoid with all her might (though, her video games did feed into the thoughts of wanting to actually lean into her vicious desires). Even if violence had been a key solution to a problem at hand, she would side-step her way out of it somehow-- and while she was normally like this, why was it she ended up raising her fist to a man who'd done hardly anything worth deserving such a pain?

Maybe she could blame her acts on her earlier playing of, "Deadpool", and completely frustrating herself with not being able to progress further into the game. Maybe she could use that as her excuse for being so easily riled up by completely nothing.

The taller male before her hadn't even egged her on or anything of the sort, he'd only knocked shoulders with her (which she was sure was a total accident) but didn't turn around to mumble a sorry of any sort for causing her to drop her fountain drink, the brown liquid succeeding in making the white socks that peeked out from her flats appear dirty. She was only stunned for a moment, mouth hung slightly agape as she stood in her exact position she'd been in when she had the cup in her hands moments before, but as soon as reality took a grip at her mind, anger was the sole emotion that had rose inside of her chest.

No one ever told Amelia such a feeling would bring a dull pain to her heart, make it feel like it could burst at any moment but it didn't stop her from turning on the heels of her feet and yanking the male towards her by the fabric upon the back of his shirt (something her usually anxious self wouldn't even allow her thoughts to come to), and lifting her hand high as if she knew anything about how to throw a punch or even inflict pain onto another. But as soon as she leaned forward, ready to hit the man before her, she purposely missed and instead stumbled forward beside him, head hanging low and breathing growing heavy with the exhales that drew from her mouth.

She was sure she had all eyes on her from the people sitting at the tables contained inside of the small fast food joint but right now, she couldn't bring herself to feel embarrassed but moreso ashamed at her rash actions and the whole situation turned around once she mumbled a small 'sorry', the one thing she had only before wished the male would spill from his lips for causing her to get wet by a drink she had been so happy to taste.

[ssongain-blog]

Gain idly scratched her head as she stared off into the distance. Her entire day was packed from beginning to end with things to do. However, she had somehow convinced her unnie, Miryo, that she deserved some time out of the studio tonight. The older girl agreed with her maknae and let her loose. Now that she was out, Gain didn’t know what to do with her time. She decided for a stroll, hoping that the buildings she passed would give her some inspiration on what she might want to do with her newly granted free time. Block after block, nothing came to mind. So, she stood frozen like a statue at a semi-popular crosswalk in downtown Seoul. Luckily for her, the street wasn’t nearly as crowded as it normally was (both in the day time and at this time of night). Nothing broke her aimless staring and frozen state. Well, not until a fellow pedestrian’s wallet landed near her feet, did she make any movement. Shaking herself from her state, she leaned down to pick it up. Her eyes narrowed as she tried to figure out where the person went. Once she spotted him, she called out. “Hey kid! Come here!” The boy, unfortunately for her, kept walking--must not have heard her. “Aish,” she muttered as she took off in his direction. “Hey! Wait up!” She called again. “Hey! You!”