#p.misuk

[nayoungmix-blog]

♚╎ ❝ surprise. ❞

@misukx

          ❝ roses are red ,              violets are blue,              today is your birthday,              happy birthday to you. ❞

nayoung scrunched up her nose as dark orbs scanned over the written words on a sticky note, attached to the obnoxiously large, colorfully wrapped box in front of her. “nah, this is too cheesy.” heaving out a sigh, the female ripped the note from the box before she grabbed a pen and paper, writing a new birthday poem. and another one, and another-- but all of them ended up folded into a ball and thrown into the trashcan.

settling for voicing her birthday message face-to-face instead of writing one, nayoung headed off to her bedroom to dress for the occasion; an oversized, red plaid shirt with black shorts and black knee-socks, her look finished off with a pair of black creepers and a golden heart necklace-- or at least half of it, the other half destined for the lovely birthday girl.

about to slip into her jacket and head out, nayoung came to a halt, head turning slowly towards the massive box standing in the middle of her apartment. there was no way in hell she was able to carry that thing all the way across town.

again, nayoung sighed, settling onto the couch before she pulled out her phone.

          ✉ 𝓋𝒶𝓂𝓅𝒾𝓇𝒾𝒸 𝒶𝓈𝓈𝒽𝒶𝓉 ♥ ↴                  misuk im dying pls come to my place asap

[nayoungmix-blog]

❝ I can’t hold hands with you. too cold. ❞

winter sentence starters     [✔]

the roll of her eyes was extremely exaggerated, but nana really couldn’t help herself. last winter she had gotten the exact same response and now, even after preparing herself so well, misuk just had to be the little shit she was and say no.

nana looked down at her hands-- or rather, the two lumps of cloth sticking out from underneath her sweater. she’d managed to fit three pairs of gloves around them, and within the barely bendable fingers she held a heating pack as well. her hands were on fucking fire, but of course, misuk refused to hold them.

not only her hands-- the whole darn room was a sauna as well. “it’s twenty-five bloody degrees, you dipshit.” the older groaned, pulling the gloves from her hands before she tossed the soft fabric at the female who sat on the couch beside her. “i swear to god--” she huffed, dipping into the cushion of the couch. there was no use in trying; even if misuk were to be hanging off a cliff and nana would hold out a hand to pull her up, she’d use that very same excuse.