#leeveu

[baeyeonsei]

@leeveu: where we left off.

The water cup spilled by itself. Would Joohyun believe that? With a light bite of her lower lip, Eunjin hurried to raise the spilled cup, taking a few napkins with her free hand to wipe the spill. “I’m so sorry!” How many times does she have to say sorry in one day? That clumsy nature she had was such a bother. Many thought it was cute, but was it really? Does she have to drop a stack of clothing every day she worked or spill half her cappuccino every morning. Thankfully she wasn’t that clumsy– but still, it was a pain in the butt.

Observant eyes watched the younger female in front of her as she cleaned the mess, sensing the panic and embarrassment literally radiating off of the said girl’s aura. She was quiet for a moment, perhaps assuming that her silence was a sign of her wordlessly forgiving Eunjin. Well, accidents happen. Rarely could people prevent such things from happening, even things as small as this. So with a soft, reassuring smile,s he begins to grab a few napkins as well, helping her wipe the little puddle that formed on the table. “It’s alright. It’s just water, anyway. No one dies from this amount.”

[weylyns]

@leeveu

[ sms: precious doll 👑 ] okay, so let me tell you why [ sms: precious doll 👑 ] I’m going to make some changes around your place– [ sms: precious doll 👑 ] so i’ll be keeping that stop sign ‘posted’ for now. [ sms: precious doll 👑 ] ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ get it???

( sms: little butterfly * ): … ( sms: little butterfly * ): oh my god? ( sms: little butterfly * ): i can’t believe you just made a pun while i’m serious ( sms: little butterfly * ): actually i’m not serious because i’m fascinated over how we … or you?? managed to bring a stop sign into my apartment ( sms: little butterfly * ): what did we even do i’m so confused

[baeyeonsei]

@leeveu: where we left off.

[ sms: ??? ] What do you mean by that? I asked for your number for our school project! [ sms: ??? ] Then again, I can’t really understand my handwriting 50% of the time– [ sms: ??? ] This is Wang Minhee, right? [ sms: ??? ] it’s me, Lee Eunjin from speech class!!!!

( sent to: ? )

( sms ) speech...class...? wang minhee? ( sms ) i am sorry, but i think you have entered the wrong number. ( sms ) this isn’t wang minhee at all, hehe.

[tsdrats]

/ @leeveu

adolescence in motion. it’s all parties were. and it’s the blur that makes haneul attend them and nothing else. it’s the ethnocentrism in their generation that makes this easy and the movement in house parties that makes it so easy. time lapse shots are often best with lots of movement and lots of lights. 

so maybe he got a little lost in the movement. haneul doesn’t like the feeling. alcohol makes him float, makes him tingly like he’s not touching anything when everything touches him. it’s unnerving and he’’s glad his tolerance is shit. still, he’s here and he’s ready to tackle all that college parties have to offer. every. single. time.

if it’s sweat and spilled drinks on his skin that’s fine. if it’s rough handshakes and shoving and people pressed to him, that’s fine. house parties are everything he hates but it’s everything he endures, the curiosity in him too much to handle. the appeal is what he searches for, and he’s already counted out alcohol. already counts out the buzz. two burns down his throat, two misplaced steps and he puts his cup down, fills another with soda and continues on his way.

parties like daydreams that don’t stick when he wants them to, so he attends more. he remembers a girl smelling like cherries, or probably her lip balm. he remembers someone doing a number on his shirt and falling on the floor later. all pleasantly revolting dreams that run through his mind. never permanent. 

so he attends this one, all sunny smiles under dirty lights. open shirts, open smiles and open minds. he’s ready to take it all in again, when he gets a tap on his shoulder, the quietest thing in a sea of shoves and bricks against the back. 

she’s familiar, in the way that everyone is a daydream. in the way he can only remember lip balm and not lips on a face. she’s not that kind of familiar so he smiles, holding his cup up and putting his plate to the side.

“that’s me,” he says it too gleefully he knows, blows his cover of fake beer in a cup but he’s not too concerned,  “you are - not the girl I kissed at the last party I’m hoping?” if tonight blurs again, house parties be damned.

[mvxnn]

@leeveu continued

Eunjin’s beaming smile slowly started fading away, Saki’s question completely catching her off guard. Why was she asking that now out of all times? They were both in the presence of little Moonsik. Of course, a child wouldn’t understand what adults were saying, let alone a two year old cutie who doesn’t know how to speak properly yet. Her small thumb stroked Moonsik’s round cheeks, which were just as soft as an actual plushie. Maybe a littlesofter. “W-What’s up with the sudden question? Did someone break your heart? Who do you want me to beat up?”

                                      Saki frowns lightly , more to herself than Eujin. Of course it was out of the blue , asking such a question , but it had been something that weighed on her quite a bit. She had lost everything at one point and been awarded with Moonsik. Now her life revolved around the small bundle of joy , and she couldn't see it any other way. Still , there lay the question of love somewhere down the road. And if she would be fit to be a mother and a lover in the same moment. ❛ Nothing like that , most people tend to avoid mothers. ❜ She reaches to slide her fingers through the small boys hair before sighing lightly. ❛ I was just curious what it's like to let someone in. ❜

[epigrvm]

﹙  @leeveu , cont. from … ﹚

                    《 ※ 》     HE KNEW EARLY ON that the flaws in one person was what made a person human. At a younger age, trying to chase perfection was a foolish thing for him to do. Though, even to this day, he has yet to fully find his own imperfections ‘perfect.’ It was something he always told  people, regardless of how he, himself felt, internally. Ironic how one can utter those words so easily to other people, when they couldn’t even believe it for themselves. So accepting of others, yet when it came down to himself, it was a constant struggle.  Thoughts are quickly brushed aside and a smile is offered in Eunjin’s direction. Glad to know that his words had helped her out in some way or another. What he said was true. There wasn’t any lie in it. The world was a peculiar place that he doubted anyone would fully understand and nothing in it was entirely, well, perfect.

❝  Glad it’s workin`. Wouldn’t want ya` feelin` down and blue or anythin`. No one in this world is truly perfect anyway. That would be inhumane.   ❞ His hand extends out to lightly mess with her tresses, chuckling as he does so.

[halfwcy]

[text] I just came up with the most amazing idea.

☾ SOURCE: text message starters☾ STATUS: accepting!

[text] ????????????

[text] does it involve money or food

[text] if the answer is no i dont wanna hear it

[epigrvm]

（ @leeveu; yellow. ）

SEND ‘🔺’ + A COLOR FOR A COLOR BOARD OF OUR MUSES       STATUS: ALWAYS ACCEPTING.

    LIFE IS BETTER WHEN YOU’RE LAUGHING.  — Unknown. 《 ※ 》     A little bit of  laughter goes a long way. To find someone whom he can withstand how cringe worthy his jokes may be, to find someone who’s willing to throw one back at him, is like a breath of fresh air. She’s like a pocket full of sunshine.