muse name: son hyemi
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muse name: son hyemi
points earned: +7
completed task(s): sent and answered at least 5 asks for the ask game
verification: here (8 total posts tagged as mkaskgame)
new updated total: 72
Hyemi was always someone who intimidated Josie. Despite the two being the same age, she treated the model as more of a senior than a friend. Not that it was very hard to make her nervous, but Hyemi was, without a doubt, the person she was always most terrified to speak to. Which is why, when she happened to end up in the elevator with her, she bowed politely and greeted her before promptly finding something to be very interested with on the ground.
"Are you seriously wearing that to the party tonight?"
Her face collapsed into her palms, rubbing her face in disappointment. This dress just wasn’t her - pink, puffy, it looked like she was some ballerina drowning in a sea of flaming, hot pink tulle. Why was everyone so intent in fucking her over today? “I know, Hye. I fucking know - I didn’t choose this shit! The stylist said it was agreed on by the committee, so I’ll get some lovelier image or some bs like that. Honestly, who the fuck cares that much? I don’t give a shit if people don’t like me if my image is too goddamn rough.”
“You need to look where you’re going.”
her eyes widen in surprise when she stumbles over her feet and into someone else, thin fingers wrapping around hyemis arm to stop herself from hitting the floor. that was mistake number one. mistake number two was not letting go once she regained her balance, eunah just staring in shock at the other. “r– right, sorry, i’m––– sorry. i’m just really clumsy.”
( send me a starter sentence from this list. )
✿
Send “✿” for a suggestive text.
(sms // 11:01 pm) i’d bang u
(sms // 11:02 pm) if you weren’t such a bitch
(sms // 11:05 pm) wait i lied
(sms // 11:05 pm) i’d still bang u
✆
a morning text
[ text ➥ hyemi ] there better be a good fucking reason you’re texting me this early