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[inwolvesteeth]

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"it’s totally fuckin’ okay.” he gently folds the wings of the paper crane, smoothing out the lines and pinching edges. his legs are crossed over one another, his back hunched as he closely watches his hands working. the rainfall from earlier still remains in wet hair sticking to his forehead and watery jeans a little too tight around his ass ( it may sound strange, at first, but it simply means that his ass is wet because he’s sitting on the floor like he’s four years old again ). the light of the convenience store illuminates her body and the top of jungkook’s head; gentle cool color of blue, which reminds him an awful lot of daegu and home and all the places he doesn’t want to remember. “i’m a real big fucking baby at heart. which is totally okay. it doesn’t mean that ‘cos you cry more than everybody else, you’re weaker than everybody else. it means you feel strongly-- and that’s powerful.” he holds the paper crane up for her to see, smiling in all his childishness.

“i’m being a fucking cheesy bitch. i’d say use this crane thing as some kinda dark evil sacrifice thing to get rid of my dumb ass, but honestly-- that ain’t cool, man.” 

[haikjoo-blog]

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    It’s already past twelve when Joohyun finally finishes rendering her video, and it’s not until her content is uploading, and her stomach roars in protest that she realizes she has skipped dinner. After a quick conduct of her apartment she comes to the conclusion that she is indeed out of food, and the only place she can think of from the top of her head that is still open, is the convenience store a few blocks away.

That’s why, at half past twelve, Joohyun finds herself shuffling through the instant ramen isle, contemplating which flavor to bring home this time. Torn between spicy kimchi ramyun, and a Japanese teriyaki variant she moves towards the counter, presenting the familiar cashier with her options.

“Erin-ah!” Her voice is whinier than intended, “I can’t choose. Help me, and I’ll buy you a drink.”

[spoiledsovls]

“What was that flavor of cake you liked? I need to know because reasons.”

“i don’t eat sweets too much. as y’can see, my diet consists of a lot of salt. an’ tea.” she chuckles, using the words that people were using to describe being ‘shady’ and gossiping. “just a joke. uh. i kinda jus’ like it plain. vanilla, y’know? nothin’ too extravagant. but.. what are those reasons? my birthday ain’t until february so it’s nice of ya t’think of it this early in the year but.. the year hasn’t even ended yet..” she chuckles nervously rubbing the back of her neck. “but yeah, whatever.. vanilla. i like it. iunno if i like anythin’ else. oh. i like ice cream cake, or cheesecake. jus’ givin’ ya some more options so if y’were t’bake a cake for me or somethin’, i wouldn’t be disappointed..”

[amoralie]

“do i look like a pillow to you?”

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( 🎀 ) –          Quite frankly; YES. To Amalie everyone and everything did look like a pillow, something that radiates warmth and comfort when close enough. You don’t even have to know the petite female for long to realize that her need to attention and affection of any kind was quite high – to say the least. So, when it had been decided Yein and Amalie would spend the evening together simply to catch up ( Amalie’s  ALWAYS  busy, you see ) the younger had already had a long, hard day. Fatigued by ballet practice, mind tired from studying, everything was aching. 

Currently they were preparing a new play, the choreography came from someone relatively unknown, and yet it was quite hard, a lot of overly precise steps. The choreographer herself wanted them to be  THEMSELVES, to let go of worries and open up to the music, that stuff. As the main role a lot of the eyes were fixed on her, so as soon as her and Yein sat down on the couch she could feel the tiredness slowly creeping up on her, telling her body it’s time to shut down for sleep and finally get some rest. 

It only got worse the more time passed, naturally so. Soon enough they wandered from the living room to her bedroom, sprawling themselves out on the bed, watching random YouTube videos – most of which were Top 10 lists about creepy things, Amalies favorite stuff. And as they laid in complete peace with the laptop as only light source the girls head slowly moved to the side to rest on Yein’s shoulder. That wasn’t the climax yet, though. It was the beginning of Amalie dozing off to sleep and abusing another human being as pillow. 

Another twenty minutes of that pass, they talked, watched their videos until the ballerina grew to tired to speak any more words, shifting in her position to rest her head on the older’s stomach instead of her shoulder. Eyes are closed, breath calm and even, if it wasn’t for the laptop that still played YouTube videos they’d be surrounded by complete  silence.  But the voice coming from the device was deep and soothing, the perfect sound to fall asleep to. And so she did. Amalie had completely dozed off until Yein’s words break the quiet and have the younger open her eyes in confusion, letting out a soft whine due to having been woken up, how unpleasant. ❝  Mh.  ❞ she mumbles, nuzzling her face against the fabric of Yein’s shirt. ❝  You do.  ❞

[jnnyprks]

❛ that awful moment when you wake up ❜

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"more like that awful moment when you wake up after a thirty minute napi.” an unpleasant grumble whirs past jinny’s lips as she groans instinctively, stretching out her limbs as she stretches out both sides of her flank. her mouth parts open as she lets a yawn slip out, the corners of her lips drawing down into a frown right away. she forces herself up as she gawks wide eyed at the other slipping inside the room, gaze capturing a plethora of disturbance. not that she minded much and nothing she isn’t used to, since she’s the very same back at the company. in fact, had she not barged in she would have probably fallen into a deep slumber. a hand outstretched, slender fingers begin to roam the flat, duvet sheets, pursing her mouth into a thin line as she clumsily holds it out to check the clock. 3:42 p.m and she already feels like death, what more when practice whips in at exactly two hours from now? tossing the phone over to watch the other woman, she asks hoarsely, “have you been here for long?” 

[amepyon-blog]

❛ why do good concert tickets happen to bad people ❜

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“Hm... Probably because these ‘bad people’ tend to either have clever ways of getting what they want over anyone else, or because they have their own fierce determination.” There was a pause in his speech as the male stopped to think about his own words, his head tilting some and his eyes narrowing as if he wasn’t even sure about them. “But maybe I’m mixing up really determined people with bad people? Perhaps... Is this jealousy?” It was meant as a joke, though there was a hint of truth in what he said of himself.

“Anyway, did someone you don’t like get tickets you wanted or something?”

[spoiledsovls]

“ no, i’m not going to. ”

“come on.. i need someone to go with..” gently, gently. her arm extends so that her nimble fingers wrap around the girl’s wrist, a pout on her face with her shoulders slumped. “i-i come.. come on. i’ve seen your paintings.. you’re a really extravagant artist. i.. i’m shit. i signed us up for this art class, y’don’t have to pay. i promise you. this is the first time m’askin’ someone to do somethin’ i’ve been wantin’ t’do for.. years. i’ve never expressed myself through drawin’, through paintin’, sculptin’-- not until this year. will y’consider it..? it’s next week.” her grip around the girl’s wrist tightens before it’s released, bringing her hand back to where it belonged. it rests upon her lap, legs crossed while her other hand extends to feel the fabric of the carpet that she sat on. twisting its tiny curls between her fingers, pulling some of the material and letting it go after a few moments. hyejung lets out a sigh, adjusting her position so that she’s not sitting up and she’s now lying down, head resting on her arm as she looks at the other.

“will you really not go?”