#lilyykim

[cgjeon-blog]

[ SMS: jeonggukie 💩 ] yah whatcha up to rn :)) [ SMS: jeonggukie 💩 ] can you buy me a burger and sneak it to the small practice room?? im supposed to be on a diet and the manager oppa won't let me eat anything other than lettuce ㅠㅠ

{ sms : lilypad } …i was sleeping{ sms : lilypad } noOoona kade might get mad at me if he sees me trying to buy food :<<{ sms : lilypad } i mean maybe if he i drop your name he’ll let it slide, but… 😥

[wooxzico-blog]

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◊ : Your muse comes to mine, crying, how does my muse react?

****SIRENS BLARING*****

**PROTECTIVE-OPPA MODE ENGAGED**

WHAT’S WRONG? WHO HURT YOU? WHAT HAPPENED? WHO DO I NEED TO KILL? - those sorts of things

Zico may be a bit...disillusioned when it comes to how innocent Lily actually is, but to him - she is a precious flower that must not be harmed or tainted by the fiendish atrocities of the world or more specifically - certain assholes who want to use her and throw her away.

[jaiere]

🎄

Send 🎄 for our muses to decorate a Christmas tree together!

With Christmas just around the corner, literally, it was the perfect time for Jaiden to fuck up. Oh, and adding to the mess of terribly placed Christmas decor was a lopsided and balding Christmas tree, waiting to be adorned. As he presented his magnificent masterpiece to Lily, the most he could do was sit and watch her fix his mess. It was definitely not his choice to simply drape himself over the sofa, it was actually Lily’s idea. Of course, it was not a bad one, since Jaiden always managed to get into everyone’s ways. With one foot in a box of ornaments and his complete attention on his phone, he managed to jab his other foot into a box of ornament hooks.

“FUCK.”

[kryptonos]

[ @lilyykim :: in response to x ]

[ SMS: kade 👿 ] that’s not fair i live like 15 minutes away [ SMS: kade 👿 ] ok ok im coming but u better not be timing me or smth [ SMS: kade 👿 ] …you have the stopwatch out already don’t you  

[ sms :: lily ] you know me far too well. [ sms :: lily ] don’t waste your time texting. [ sms :: lily ] you have four minutes and eight seconds left.

[anarism-blog]

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   send me ”#” for a cell phone headcanons about our muses !

what your muse’s name is in mine’s phone: 

lily

what your muse’s picture is in mine’s phone:

what your muse’s ringtone is in mine’s phone:

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my muse’s last text to your muse:

[ SMS: LILY ] Thanks.[ SMS: LILY ] I look forward to it.

[cgjeon-blog]

"You're staying in here until you feel better."

black swan starter prompts

jeongguk knows that lily means the best, but that doesn’t change the fact that he probably won’t listen anyways.

“noona--” he tries, pausing for a moment before puffing out his bottom lip, despite the cough that wants to rattle itself out of his lungs. “i need to practice, come on. they’ll get mad if i don’t work...” the blankets are stuffy anyways, and really, it’s just a cough. “c’mon, i won’t overwork myself! i just need to get down the new choreography and there’s this one move i can’t get down, and if i don’t then no one else in the group will--”

please give in to jeongguk. don’t make him bust out the puppy eyes.

[dalstial-memories-blog]

“Remember that time we pretended we were dating because that creep wouldn’t leave you alone? Good times.”

Friendship Starter Meme! Status: Not Accepting.

     [ @lilyykim ]

     ☾—*; The recollection of the occurrence elicited an immediate, toothy grin upon the young girl’s features until it reached her eyes. Cackling silently, she clapped her hands together once, before nodding her head in response. “I’ll never forget it. I still owe you for that one.”

     “Dude just couldn’t take a hint… You know how fragile of a thing the male ego is.” She cants her head to the side in momentary thought, causing a few pastel purple strands to slide over her shoulder in the process. “However, I think guys are beginning to catch on to this tactic. That, or they’re encouraged by it.”

[kryptonos]

[ @lilyykim :: in response to x ]

Lily’s eyes struggled to open, still half shut with sleep. Sheets that weren’t hers (but nonetheless just as familiar) were tangled around her torso and sunlight streamed through the windows, lighting up the room. She’d gotten into bed last night with Kade but the bed was always empty save for her in the morning- she was used to it at this point. She stretched and rolled out of bed; Kade was probably out somewhere, as usual. Lily couldn’t remember when his house had started feeling like her own, but she realized she’d have to stop getting so used to being at Kade’s. She could hear faint noises from outside the room, indicating that the owner of the house was, indeed, still inside. “Kade,” she called out, getting out of the bed. She took off her shirt, heading towards the bathroom. “I’m going to take a shower, yeah? And then you can kick me out or whatever.” She didn’t really have to bother telling him. They went through the same old routine each time this happened, but there was something about the closure in him kicking her out that kept it from developing. It was clean. It was strictly business.

the light’s only starting to filter through the blinds when he gets up, muscles taut, aching slightly from the day prior. the clock reads an hour that’s far too early to be up, but he’s slipping the covers off and trudging to the bathroom, albeit half asleep and disoriented. it’s routine, to never sleep in past the people that frequent his sheets. with names blurred into faces, and nights of pleasure being the norm, he’s no stranger to icy cold water that pelts his back. cleaned up, he sits perched on a chair in the study, fingers flying across his keyboard to finish up the work that she had interrupted him on. on normal days, he would’ve been gone by now, leaving for the office early, but he decides to make today an exception. he’s halfway through the report when she calls, voice almost nonchalant in the way she says his name. he sighs, paperwork forgotten as he stands from his chair. it’s with measured steps that he approaches the bedroom, running water informing him of her whereabouts. the closet is opened and he’s sifting through the suits that hang from the racks to search for something for lily to wear. “she wouldn’t mind if i gave this to lily...”, he murmurs, fingers catching the light fabric of a dress. he takes it. “you have nothing clean to wear, do you?”, he says when the sound of water against tile subsides, now standing outside the bathroom, “i have clothes for you, take them.”