🌸🌸 THIS IS A TUMBLR HUG! PASS IT ON TO 10 OF YOUR FAVORITE FOLLOWERS AND DON'T BREAK THE CHAIN! HAVE A LOVELY DAY! 🌸
I’m… Going to assume it’s a little late for this now..

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🌸🌸 THIS IS A TUMBLR HUG! PASS IT ON TO 10 OF YOUR FAVORITE FOLLOWERS AND DON'T BREAK THE CHAIN! HAVE A LOVELY DAY! 🌸
I’m… Going to assume it’s a little late for this now..
@leexareum.
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“what? is five not good enough? then six, maybe seven parties is the goal t’crash tonight!” hyejung was joking. her limit was five, but staying in one party for too long would be tiring. “since it’s only noon, we can crash five parties with thirty minute intervals. n’am sayin’? like.. hm.. we arrive t’the party an’ stay for thirty minutes. take another thirty minutes t’drive t’another one so that people don’t recognize, an’ then stay another thirty minutes for the next party. say, let’s go t’a weddin’! that would be fun, too. so maybe the last thing of your 2016 y’can say y’crashed a weddin’ and four-- five parties! ‘course.. s’up t’ya ‘cos i won’t do it without your consent. or, if y’don’t wanna do it, i can do it. so are y’in, or out?” her arm is extending, palm open for the girl to take once she’s made her decision. hyejung quirks an eyebrow, not expecting the answer she gave.
“oh, you’re in?” a smirk is painted on hyejung’s face before gently grabbing the girl’s hand. “then let the games begin.”
leexareum followed and this got them a one-line starter!
♣ - “Tell me the most offensive joke that you know.”
🔈+ this: /post/149729009609/your-relationship-with-leexareum-aka-your
send 🔈 + a sentence/thread/something you imagine the muse saying for the mun to voice actstatus: accepting!
🔈+ the lines he says before the actual proposal ;;
send 🔈 + a sentence/thread/something you imagine the muse saying for the mun to voice actstatus: accepting!
♡; reply to @leexareum —
“Become a meme. Like– why do you even have to ask?” Areum chuckled, obviously amused by the question but happily grinning when talking about it. It was unexpected, never having been asked these sort of questions before, but she was thoroughly enjoying it. “I mean– if you’d get famous for an annoying viral video, everyone would remember it and immediately think you’re annoying. They’d just get sick of you. As for the meme– well, I’m already a meme so… No, but honestly, it’s so much cooler. And funny. People would get happy around you and all excited. I’d like that. What about you though?”
She smiled in response, tilting her head to the side slightly as she awaited the other’s explanation for her choice. Honestly, how that question popped into her mind, she had no idea but for some reason, her mind told her yes, this is the question you’re going to ask. Yoona slowly began to nod her head as she grasped what Areum explained. ❝ Ah, I see what you mean... ❞ Her eyes furrowed slightly in thought as she thought of her own preference. ❝ Well, I like what you said very much... So I’m going to have to go with becoming a meme, too ! I’d rather make people happy than annoyed ! ❞ She let out a chuckle and nodded her head once in confirmation of her choice.
@leexareum: where we left off.
“I would never!” Areum gasped as if truly hurt by such a statement. How could her friend even think she would pick on her or make fun of her in any way? Perhaps it was true that she made a few jokes sometimes but– oh, who was she kidding… She’d most likely pick on her.
Dropping the act, the female pouted slightly and sighed, nodding slightly and giving in to the other’s words. After all, her friend was too cute to say ‘no’ to. “Fine. But keep in mind that I’m holding back from doing so and that it’s a huge struggle for me. You can buy me lunch to make it up to me.” She grinned. Now that was a plan she was down for.
Joohyun was no stranger to these kinds of act, of course. She could sense them so easily like how she could easily tidy up any creases on a shirt, which caused her to raise a brow at the female standing before her.
Once proven right, however, she shook her head as if she was disappointed with the revelation, even going as far as to pretend to rub her temples. “Ah, was food the hidden motive all along?” To further her act, she threw in a scrunch of the nose. “Since I don’t like being made fun of, though, I’ll treat you to lunch today. What do you want?”
* 이건 어때 ? @leexareum
Long hours, long tedious hours has brought the young lad into an extent of languishment (mostly mental) which he has yet to experience, never before -- if there was only one thing which he expected for was his girlfriend’s-- no, fiance’s embrace to soothe him down. It was astounding how she managed to pacify him regardless of the duress or apprehension or stress he might feel the moment she wraps her arms around him and glides her tender fingers in his skin. He misses her sylphlike figure in his arms, the delicacy of her smile that gives him strength each and every time again and again when he needs it the most. He has an intense feeling of longing for his loved one, whom he’s been separated from fo during the workday so when he finally entered their place there was no man happier and content than him. Albeit the sight he witnessed has him shocked, overwhelmed, stupified. Her sylph figure holding a smaller one in her arms -- a baby -- an infant in he caring solicitude filled embrace (at that point he cannot discern the gender, not that it mattered much to him). He is entirely thunderbolted, with no doubt. It reaches an extent when he’s unable to speak; his lips are parted however no sound emits aside his barely audible inchorenet ponders of what the hell is a baby doing there, he simply stands still in his place without even removing his shoes or taking a pace forward inside their apartment... there is nothing he can utter to express his mental convulsion aside an anserine inquiry which isn’t given a second nor first thought over. “Did one of our comdoms break and I didn’t know...?”