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wtfsehvn

     [ ✧ ] —-It was a beautiful Wednesday morning, just a few short hours before classes in University started, and a certain University student named Dolce Spencer was pacing back and forth in the nearby park, obviously fuming. "You're too demanding; I can't work with your schedule if you're always so fickle, Dolce---Pfft." There was an obvious mockery in his imitation, and he had his arms crossed over his broad chest as he scuffed his shoe against the dusty pavement while he paced. In the wee hours of the South Korean dawn, the genius fashion designer's photographer called in with his resignation, supporting the thing with the most ridiculous reasoning ever--in the boy's own opinion, of course. "Demanding my arse," He cussed, huffing as he paced once more. "More like lazy and incompetent and can't keep up with my genius. Peasant."

But of course, he was pressed with time and necessity, his final presentation looming in in two weeks' time and he was dead if he didn't find a new photographer by that instance. "Eugh!" Out of frustration, the usually stoic and calm boy kicked down the nearby park bench, heaving out a heavy breath to exhume the last tendrils of his anger. "Why don't photographers grow on trees or something, huh?!"

[sujieons-blog]

[text] I feel like you’re pretending I didn’t bail you out of jail last night for trying to staple a cushion to the top of their car so you had a “comfy place to sit”

{ txt; } -- Are you mad? I don't remember any of this...

[bbomy-blog]

wtfsehvn replied to your post “orange, cream”

[--chokes in his laugh] Satan? Wow, I like you already. I'm Sehun, Oh Sehun. [--takes her hand] Can I ask why you go by Satan? Are that bad of a person? [--arches a playful brow]

Because, I look sweet but I'm really incredibly sadistic and evil. (' nods for a moment before bursting into hearty fit of laughter ) Only joking, but I'm sure you know that. Just call me Bomi. Pleasure to meet ya, Sehun!

[bbomy-blog]

orange, cream

Orange - I want to get to know you.Cream - I don’t talk to you but I really love your blog.

Well, let's get to know each other then! (' extends her hand and smiles ) Name's Bomi. Yoon Bomi! I also answer to Bbom, Princess, or Satan.

[flourences]

Sehun stood with his camera over his face, aimed at a stranger close by. It wasn’t that he was a creeper or anything, but his favorite photographs were candids of strangers that told a story. His finger pressed the shutter and was surprised to see a bright flash emerge. He could have sworn he had turned it off. The stranger took notice and Sehun let the camera drop to hang around his neck. “Hi, I’m sorry. I’m not being creepy, I promise. I just like taking pictures. I’m Sehun, by the way.”

She was too tired to be doing anything after hours in her dimly lit room, clicking buttons over and over just to adjust the lighting of the scenery in her photographs, yet Florence is out and roaming mindlessly in the streets. She doesn't expect a flash coming her way, however. Did the stranger with the camera take a picture of her? Florence never considered herself a model, only the person behind the camera, and she can't help but feel a bit odd. The stranger comes up and explains his situation. She can't help the soft laugh that comes out of her lips. A fellow photographer. "It's fine," she replies. "I forget to turn my flash off, too, sometimes."

[alobei]

Sehun stood with his camera over his face, aimed at a stranger close by. It wasn’t that he was a creeper or anything, but his favorite photographs were candids of strangers that told a story. His finger pressed the shutter and was surprised to see a bright flash emerge. He could have sworn he had turned it off. The stranger took notice and Sehun let the camera drop to hang around his neck. “Hi, I’m sorry. I’m not being creepy, I promise. I just like taking pictures. I’m Sehun, by the way.”

Alodia was never really the high maintenance type. Sure, she had her days where she would slave over what she wore and maybe try something a little more extravagent with her makeup - but if she didn’t have anyone she was trying to impress, it was no contacts, the first printed tee, and pair of sweats that were clean or didn’t smell all that horrendous. Today, she thought she would treat herself to lunch. Her pants were a soft, lounging, heather grey that accompanied a drawstring and her shirt navy blue and vintage that showcased Captain America’s logo. She sat on the outside patio of her café of choice, of course everyone had well put together company at their table, but she was happy to be alone. She never really found what was so awful about the idea of not having someone at your side at all times. As she finished tying her hair in a top knot and pushing her glasses up the bridge of her nose, she took her first big bite of her 6-inch sub. She always had the habit of being visually happy as she ate something she enjoyed - her already chubby cheeks puffing out as she grinned. However, something broke her from her mid-sandwich bliss. A flash? She looked over in the direction that she thought it came from. Instead of seeing some old creep she expected to see, she actually spotted quite the handsome young man. She thought to herself, of course he had to see me like this. "Oh no, that’s quite alright," Alodia said, her accent clear as day but her Korean fluent thankfully. "I know I look like quite the supermodel right now," she chuckled. She held out her hand and offered to shake his. "Well, hello there, Sehun! I’m Alodia. That camera’s already got me intrigued, would you like to join me?"