#rippuku

[dowohe-blog]

( @rippuku : continued from here )

“Huh?!” The male squeezed down on the brakes of his bike hard. The screeching sound of his tires against the ground attacked their surroundings. Even with his mouth closed, he still causes a disturbance to everyone. He dropped his foot on the ground from the pedal to station himself and had his bike leaning against his inner thigh. He then turned his body to tend the other behind. He was antsy. As much concern he had for the younger, his attention couldn’t help but fling back to their disappearing target. Who was a man who had ran off with a woman’s purse, and then drove off with a partner of his in a gray van. Unofficial police officer Kim Ji Soo obviously had to take the matters into his own hands. And unfortunately, poor Don Woohee had to be dragged along with him. A stress-relieving bike around the city had turned into a dangerous car chase. This should have been expected, as you couldn’t expect the male to just bike around for “fun”. Nor live in peace, really. “Come on Woohee, he’s getting away–” he’s so insensitive sometimes. He could just leave her here. The girl deserved a break after making her catch up to his high-speed biking. She was nineteen, she could handle herself while he went off. But she was also nineteen. The twenty-four-year-old couldn’t help but feel protective of those who were younger. “Sorry! Woohee, just hop on my bike for now! Leave your bike. We’ll get it back later. I promise. We have to hurry!” He’s putting her in more danger than just leaving her.

        How the hell simple bike ride ended up in a freaking chasing?!

It was all his fault. He wanted to be the hero as a good man he was. And somehow, she got involved in. Somehow, she was riding behind him, her legs screaming for a break while she tried to keep up with him.

People assumed dancers had a good body, they were able to run for miles without a break but they thought wrong; dancers who did their cardio properly had a good body. She was one of those who would only do something once the teacher would actually make her. Hence why she was already getting tired, her speed slowing down after each push she gave to her pedals. And he didn’t seem to slow down at all.

❝Can you please slow down?! Honestly, my legs are killing me❞! She could also blame the previous day's dance practice. And the fact she didn’t properly stretch after that. Good job, Woohee.

Jesus. Why was she involved in this? Why was she following him and chasing the guy? It was because of the adrenaline she got from it. It was something different, something which didn’t happen every day in her life. And lowkey, she enjoyed it. A lot. Until to the point when her legs were still screaming at her even when they stopped.

❝Oppa, this was supposed to be a normal day! We were supposed to ride bikes with a relaxed mindset.❞ Something that they both seemed to need. ❝Not like this!❞ But still, she didn’t back away. Woohee still got up from her bike, rested it against a wall and then went to sit back to his; her arms wrapping themselves around his waist.

He was putting her in danger, but she was putting herself in danger as well. And she indeed enjoyed it.

[dowohe-blog]

( sms → Don Woohee ) ㅋㅋㅋ Just open the door already. I'm here. But I'll be remembering those words...

        Woohee wanted to send him a snarky reminder of him owning the keys to the house. It was just out of laziness and how comfortable her position was on the couch, making her not want to leave it behind because she had the feeling she would need to work as soon as she would open the door for him. Though as soon as she stood up from the couch, the young female wanted to sit back down almost immediately because of her thighs reminding her how they were aching; thanks to her still not knowing how to stretch after her practices. But then his last two messages came into her mind, reminding her how he had her food which made her take slow steps towards the door.

Taking a deep breath, before even planning to push the door’s handle down to unlock it, she stretched her back by arching it with the help of her hands pushing her lower back ( a habit of hers whenever she has been in one position for too long), it earning a small groan from her and after that small stretch, she dared to open the door. Did she purposely take her time? Yes. Just to show him how it would have been faster for him to open the door with his own keys.

❝Welcome home, oppa!❞ Despite feeling reluctant about the whole opening the door for him, she still greeted him with the brightest smile she could pull off. If she was lucky enough, she would be able to sit back on the couch and continue with her drama.

[sahreum-archive]

“ Pardon me, did you drop this? ”

☆┆ Sometimes, albeit rarely, Ahreum would become less perceptive, causing her to miss the obvious. In this case, it was her own belongings dropping from her bag. When her attention is brought to the object in the stranger’s hands, her eyes widen. Her hands instantly check her pockets and her purse, and she goes from panicked to relieved in a matter of seconds. She was missing her wallet, but when did she drop it? How long had she gone without it, and when did the stranger pick it up? It didn’t look like he was in a rush, so Ahreum knew she didn’t go long without it. Still, she was relieved and thankful. She takes the wallet from the stranger, and she opens it to double check that it was hers, and not one similar. When it’s confirmed, she begins to bow multiple times. 

     “Thank you, thank you so much. If you hadn’t stopped me, I would’ve walked all the way home without realizing it was missing.” 

[halfwcy]

❛ Are you flirting with me? ❜

☾ SOURCE: question sentence starters☾ STATUS: accepting!

“Excuse me?!” Once again, coherency seems to have had been discarded by the front door long before she ventured further inside, now wide-eyed and rapidly turning red. Song Dabin spent many hours of the day tight-lipped and listless, like a vessel set on ‘sleep’ mode as the power recharged. ‘Tis was the life of an ambivert, and haphazardly so. As a face in the crowd, she disappears easily enough into the background, but striking conversation was much like striking a match: something else entirely comes into play.

Less like the flame itself, she more resembles the smoke that rises from it: wispy, translucent, and not present for very long. “Of course not! Why would you say that? I’m just talking to you!” Granted, she hadn’t made it a point to hold back on the compliments woven so thoughtlessly into conversation in between playful quips. But it was entirely in Song Dabin’s nature to fluster and grow increasingly mortified. Realisation hits her to prompt averted gaze and mumbling in place of high-pitched protests, warmth spreading to the tips of her ears. “I don’t- Why- But I wasn’t flirting!”

[queensgambiit]

“If people think you are dying, they give you their full attention. They listen instead of just waiting for their turn to speak.”

( BOOK STARTERS, FIGHT CLUB   |   ACCEPTING   |   @rippuku )  

    rarely did songyiever like to concern herself with the tripe of the dead or the dying. perhapsit was because she was desensitised to it all, after all, people around herdied all the time it was just part of her job, and it was usually to thebenefit of her family so she kept her mouth shut when it came to giving eulogies.that was most likely why she hated hospitals so much – or maybe it was thesmell of death and the elderly mixed together only lightly masked by assorted medicalfluid and dollar store air freshener – and even spending a second of her timein them. despite her best intentions to keep herself away from them, that waswhere she had found herself under the line of familial criminal duty.  

as her earspricked up to the stranger’s words, however, she did make an acknowledge thathe was correct. even if she did like to think that she wasn’t concerned, shedid give her brother a tad more benefit of the doubt when he was injured. infact, it was her listening to a potentially dying stranger years ago that hadset her path to success and moral bankruptcy all those years ago. and again,why she was there that very day. a slave to family and duty, and wantingsomeone to pass before they awoke from their coma natural or no, though thelatter reasoning was more so to avoid prison. the injured and dying madetrustworthy, sympathy farming court witness and they weren’t worth the risk. awoman of the law didn’t have to be a moral one, no?

❛ you’re right, ❜ the attorney nodded, offering a polite smile and nod to thestranger as she responded, ❛ people don’t listen enough these days, do they? they’re soquick to jump to conclusions. i suppose they’re lucky in some sort of way, thathas to be some kind of irony right? you have to die to finally get people tolisten to you. that’s why it’s important to listen to people when they’re inthis last moment, they might have something important to say. ❜

eh, songyi wouldreadily admit she wasn’t the shining beacon of polite conversation. it wasdifficult enough for anyone to remain composed when they were wandering into avisiting ward to end a man’s life – if she’d had her way she would have been athome with order-in food and a movie but there she was on her day off. she wasdoing her best though, to appear like any other normal person there that waseven with her devoid ‘people-skills’.

❛ a morbid yet fitting subject for a hospital, though. youshouldn’t let thoughts like that cloud a nice day. you should be more positive,❜ her expressionmade an attempt to warm despite her unease, ❛ what brings you here today anyway? i sincerelyhope nothing that mirrors your words, that would be quite unfortunate. ❜

[spoiledsovls]

♨

mun questions ( x )

♨ What's a muse that you wished had lasted, but didn't?

i actually have a lot so i’ll just list them because they’re dead :c

i tried bringing a blind muse but she only lasted a week.

i also had a muse based off of mystic messenger’s saeran (god, i would have loved him but i can’t handle two muses at a time.)

i wanted to do a gen!hyeri BUT I CAN’T DO GEN. i am so sorry.

same with a Luhan ^

i tried to make an oc!idol muse but she fell through too... i just can’t do anything idol related ah.

[dowohe-blog]

( sms → Don Woohee ) I mean, I really don't mind! And I don't want you skipping meals. / ( sms → Don Woohee ) Hey! Fine... I guess I'll be cooking somewhere else...

        Almost inaudible whine passed through her lips out of frustration at the latest text she received from him while her facial features showed a frown on her face. Part of her liked it when people were babying her, showing that way they cared about her but sometimes ( especially when it came to people watching her eating habits ), she wanted to turn into this childish woman and show her stubbornness by arguing with them. It was one of those days. Just when she was writing a reply, she got the newest message from him which caused her to erase everything she wrote earlier and rethink her words.

⎿ KKT - JISOO OPPA ⏌ OPPA YOU CAN’T!!! i take back everything i said!⎿ KKT - JISOO OPPA ⏌ just run carefully! come make food for me!⎿ KKT - JISOO OPPA ⏌ i’m hungry :(⎿ KKT - JISOO OPPA ⏌ you can even make lunch for me whenever you want to⎿ KKT - JISOO OPPA ⏌ just come home

[blossomists]

❛ you can’t give your storms to someone else. ❜

@rippuku

meme: poetry sentence startersstatus: accepting!

🍓     oh how right he was. victoria knew that his words held some kind of almost mocking truth to it. no matter how much as someone else wanted to help you carry your burden, there was only so much they could do. they would never truly feel the weight the storm seemed to leave on your shoulders. she understood that, because right now that’s how she felt. or rather, that’s how he felt and he was letting her know. it had seemed like weeks since the two had been able to see each other in good company. but, she could see now that the reason wasn’t just a result of both their busy schedules. his words seemed to hit a nerve with her as well, seeing that she knew perfectly well that some crosses were her own to bear. resting her chin in her hand, the redhead looked over at her friend and offered a smile in hopes of lifting the mood. they were waiting to enjoy breakfast for dinner after all.

‘ you’re right. but hey-- i have an umbrella right here whenever you’re ready to talk about it, okay? but! let’s be a little moody and enjoy ourselves! ‘