#ryuyian

[speaches]

[ WELCOME TO OUR PEACHY FAMILY! ]

Please welcome RYU YIAN, a STUDENT and SOCCER PLAYER. He is an OC muse who describes himself as PATIENT, TOLERABLE, and OKAY. Find him on Peach @RYUYIAN, and welcome him on tumblr @ryuyian!

[ziyies-blog]

YIAN

SEND ME YOUR NAME AND I’LL MAKE A MINI PLAYLIST WITH THE LETTERS IN YOUR NAME  | ★  status : accepting 

Y : ou don’t know - Loco  I : - Kendrick Lamar A : sky full of stars - ColdplayN : ike Shoes - Beenzino 

[raonna-blog1]

⦅ @ryuyian ⁝ flipped the coin ⊷ heads ;       “ you only see me in the dark ”

     -- She took her quick and light steps towards the middle of the library. There was always that one seat she sat on, that practically had her name printed on it at this time of day. She hurried towards the seat with a workbook in her hand. Her hips swayed back and forth as she manoeuvred between the students already at the table. Ah, this is the seat. 

At this time of day, the sun was shining in the opposite direction; which was, again, perfect. The very perfect seat was just right next to the window facing the field. She often blanked out in the middle of studying and watched the teams practice. She mostly caught the football practices where the captain, Ryu Yian, barked orders and ran around under the sun.

If someone had mistakenly kicked the ball at someone’s head, or someone simply tripped on the grass, Raon found herself laughing along with the team and cheering them on. She was always a live audience member but none of them knew a pair of eyes were watching so closely. Even if she was in front of one them, it was like she was invisible all over again. 

Pft, to think she was Sosurim’s beauty when the football captain easily walks past her. Guys say they want a prim and proper girl but their eyes always levitate towards the sexy ones. Innocent, little Raon was no better than a fly to that captain but the moment she squeezed into a tight, short dress in the club, she was all he could see. 

   (flashback) It was some holiday where all the students made it a point to hit the clubs that night. Raon turned into Nana and enjoyed the night just like any other college student did. Drinks, shots, dirty dancing, and so on. From across the club, her eyes met with a male simply standing there with his friends. The club lights were luckily shining on him at that moment which made his features glow in the dark building. 

With a little liquid courage and the Nana persona locked in, she approached him with her clickling heels. She picked up a random drink on the way and waited for him to move from his spot. The moment he started walking, she bumped into him with a drink. Her liquid splashed over her chest and strapless dress and she glared at him with her smokey make up. “Ah! Ow...” She faked her whine and moved her hair back and waited for him to react and clean her up. 

[mggts]

HEY, THERE'S GONNA BE A PARTY TONIGHT! YOU COMING? // Welcome to Sosurim!

      “Not with your fugly mug I’m not!” Pure, unadulterated grief is written all over his face, as if his team mate has done something absolutely terrible. Like dig themselves a grave. Or kick a baby. Or leak humanity’s top secret files to aliens from outer space. Or call Minjae a pussy! (God! Forbid!)

      “Just find me a smokin’ hot babe to walk in with, then I will.” Truth be told, he’ll show up regardless. Empty-handed or not. There will be drinking anyway, so there’s no way he’s leaving alone in the end. Even if extreme measures must be made.

[jengjinum-blog]

SCREW IT. I'M GOING TO CLASS IN MY PAJAMAS. // Welcome to Sosurim!

@ryuyian

“aish, does everyone gotta hear what your plans for today are, though? just let me in. i’ll help you or something.” jinam says through a chuckle in reaction to yian’s panic. he hadn’t even gotten the chance to step a foot through the door with the unsurprising announcement—at least to himself really, since he were occasionally a little tardy in the mornings due to oversleeping or other unmentioned reasons, known for it by some, actually—that the other was just as late for class as he were today. and other days just as previously mentioned, but that’s a story for another time.

yes, another time because right now he was entirely distracted, his amusement too busy being fed by the panic of his younger friend who swiftly races back and forth in his dorm for whatever the hell he were looking for. his phone maybe, or at least a gods damned shirt. 

“put on the matching top at least. how are you sure people are going to wanna see all of…” shortly after quickly adjusting the bag over his strong shoulder, he finishes his sentence with a pointing finger as it gestures to the half naked state of the other’s body. “that…” he finishes, almost snorting through his folding lips as he brings himself to lean against the nearby wall for a better, comfortable experience. “i’m not going to stop you, you’re already late anyway so you can take your time, i guess. it’s no big deal, right?”

so he says, but shortly after witnessing more than enough of the ‘morning meltdown’, before yian could really step through the damned door with his pajamas on, he takes down his bag with a sigh and finds the closet, picking through whatever seemed decent enough and tossed it his way. “put it on.” he says, then grumbles on about something like ‘kids these days’ before he picks the matching piece and hands it over. “this too. and hurry your ass up because i’m not locking your place after you bolt out of here. now go…!”

cue that supportive old man demeanor that sometimes takes over his youthful body. ah, the memories. the days when he were this young and ambitious. “you’d better buy me food later. i’m craving noodles… and beef…”

except that last part was never a thing when it came to him. still, though. nobody had to know.

“go! go!”

[byeolsosa]

17% ready to acknowledge that resemblance doesn’t mean it’s the same person

who’s that boy, @ryuyian?

despite the roommate's frequent partying, in his definition of often, jaebin's seen him too much. even more than his own sister who was always quiet in her own room. the friend must have taken classes that coincidentally matched his. he didn't trouble himself with this. it was the fact that he's been bugged every single day to go to someplace. is he not aware how much of an anti-social jaebin is yet? it wasn't that he was actually bugged but he just isn't the type to be bothered with going out so the automatic response has become this elongated 'naaah' even before the question is finished. he can't lie, he's sort of waiting on the day daehyun snaps at him and complain about the constant rejects. the friend had done so jokingly, quite a few times at that, but it was always in jest.

this time around, jaebin finds his roommate. he was sure this was his roommate, at least, despite the obvious difference in fashion and demeanor, and most everything else if he wasn't slow at all. it puzzles him how uninterested 'daehyun' was of approaching him like he always did so, almost instinctively whenever he sighted his rather vapid friend. he might be a bit offended. more hurt than offended, actually. maybe he has been in denial of the emotional attachment that he has developed towards the friend. he was going to resist it, asking him if there was something wrong. apart from that, he wants to know what this new inclination to hygiene was because he was so sure daehyun was fine being smelly all day.

"hey," he starts off with reluctance shaking his whole being. "you attending the meeting tonight?" he says it in that oh-so-casual tone that was feigned, obvious with how his eyes anxiously shifted, as if avoiding contact with his but also stealing glances. he's really confused, i'm telling you. he hasn't even considered that this might be another person because obviously he saw daehyun walking out of their room in different clothes... and different hairstyle... aaaand they don’t even look exactly alike. this boy needs help. and fast.