#mmseol

[mmjunsu]

all 4 his 첫사랑

a morning text:

( sms → 한설 ) 자요? ( sms → 한설 ) i’m in the commons.(sms  → 한설 ) there’s a matcha latte if u want it.(sms  → 한설 ) (but i can’t imagine anyone else wanting your sea of sweetener. 10 pumps? really? ㅋㅋㅋ)

an angry passive-aggressive text:

( sms → 한설 ) idk why don’t you ask that hyung from earlier.( sms → 한설 ) you 2 seemed close enough to ask that.

a vague text:

( sms → 한설 )  [link]

a worried/desperate/angry text voicemail:

OUTGOING CALL TO 한설

THE NUMBER YOU ARE CALLING IS UNAVAILABLE…

PLEASE LEAVE A MESSAGE AFTER THE TONE:

“야, 한설. where are you? how could you just hang up on someone like that— how much did you have to drink? if you’re at the same spot, i’m coming. stay there, okay?”  

a text not meant for you:

( sms → 한설 ) i think she’s into flower boys but then there’s seungyeon hyung and i just???? i’m so confused, hyung, help 😩

a sassy text:

( sms → 한설 ) 예예, 선배님

a long-winded confession text:

( sms → 한설 ) honestly, i noticed you first at try-outs.( sms → 한설 ) not because you’re pretty or anything— i mean you are.( sms → 한설 ) but i mean, because you’re a really good flyer.( sms → 한설 ) i wouldn’t be surprised if you got scouted for varsity, there are some big shoes to fill but y’know that saying: if the shoe fits? is that how it goes? ( sms → 한설 ) (come on, you know you’re pretty, right?)

a congratulatory text:

( sms → 한설 ) 오오올~( sms → 한설 ) just happened to pass by year two’s rankings.( sms → 한설 ) 역시, 우리 선배.( sms → 한설 )  축하해용~

a text that should never have been was never sent:

( sms → 한설 ) 좋아해, 너를

DELETE MESSAGE?

NO     YES  

[mmsunwoo-blog]

DOG DAYS

july 2019 / coney island—brooklyn, new york

accio — @mmseol !

he’s been doing things for the sake of just doing something lately. no, he’s been doing that for a long time. lately more than usual perhaps, but the feeling is the same nonetheless. it’s a gift of summer that’s been taken for granted more often than not. endless days. no responsibilities. any child’s golden dream.

so here he is, baking under the brooklyn sun, carnival music blasting in his ears, and the smell of greasy fast food enveloping him—all for the sake of just doing things. for summer vacation. for the ( fiery ) girl who dragged him all the way from the comfort of his own bed into this bustling, rowdy crowd.

“we should have gone on like a tuesday or something,” he mumbles as he tries to navigate the sea of people before him. it’s blinding, really. how the sun reflects off of almost every surface. the light is bright, hitting his eye at just the right angle. he should have brought his sunglasses to new york with him, but he wouldn't be park sunwoo if he hadn’t forgotten to pack something.

he looks at her now. at her dyed, bright red hair. at how conspicuous it is against the tide of browns and blondes. he sees the gleam in her eyes. the bounce in her step. and he sighs, knowing it was going to be a long day. the fatigue already sinking into his skin, wrapping around his bones. it'll be fun, hopefully. tiring ? definitely.

“alright, what ride are we going on first ?”