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👧🏽 / AS A CHILD ( !! )

childhood was lonely.

accordingly, she was a lonely kid. most of her time was spent being shuttled between miscellaneous lessons her parents more or less forced her into and she didn’t mind much—if it made umma and appa happy, then she’d do it. her older siblings were cycling the same sort of schedule and maybe it was deliberate, maybe it was just unfortunate luck, but it’s likelier than not that they were all really lonely, and it’s a shame they couldn’t find solace in each other.

(but that’s the past, and there’s no use dwelling on it.)

that being said, maybe it was the lack of attention or something along those lines, but yuul’s also always been a forward person, even in adolescence. very much so the type to befriend the old ladies selling bungeobbang on the streets during the winter and the garbage men at five in the morning, sometimes she just wanted to hear someone say “hello” back. as a kid, she might have cried more, might have averted more gazes, done a better job with deference.

other than the fact that she’s realized now that her life is her life and she’s free to live it the way she wants to live it, nothing much has changed. 

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☔️ / CAUGHT IN THE RAIN ( !! )

anyone: i heard the rain’s going to pass so maybe we should just wait it ou—yuul: (actually screaming as she sprints out from the overpass of the library in the direction of home bc why would she wait 2 minutes for the rain to stop when she could spend those two minutes tomorrow morning regretting her life choices while stuck in bed with a cold AMIRITE) 

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🛌 / SLEEPING HABITS ( !! )

her sleeping schedule is unforgivingly erratic. depending on how the day, the week has gone, she sporadically finds herself out and about until the wee hours, usually with too many half-empty cans of spray paint weighing her bag down. after she gets home and in her bed, however, the fog of uncertainty is no more because lee yuul falls asleep as soon as the lights go out—without fail. on more anxious nights when there are too many things on her mind, it might be a different story, but on a regular wednesday at 1am? as long as she’s comfortable and surrounded by too many pillows… k.o’ed. she doesn’t even stand a chance. 

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🍼 / WITH CHILDREN/BABIES ( !! )

she adores babies! and is also deathly afraid of them! mostly because she adores them! it’s very much so the residual “BUT WHAT IF I DROP THEM WHAT IF THEY CRY” panic. yuul thinks babies are the cutest and is content admiring them from afar but please do not bring one near her what if she offends it by breathing. 

at some point in the natural progression of sweet baby whom she would not even dare to TOUCH to A Normal Child, the line blurs and she’s a-ok holding them upside down by their ankles when she gets corralled at the park into playing the evil monster in a game of power rangers. 

(she’s great at playing evil witches btw. hire her for ur next children’s birthday party if u don’t want ur child to ask for a birthday party ever again!)

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💪 / AT THE GYM ( !! )

what is……… how do you say………. (vague hand gestures) a gym. 

just kidding (sort of). she’s not big on going to the gym, like, ever, if she can avoid it, but she’s a fan of the leisurely infrequent jog and a non-aggressive hike here and there - preferably up mountains that aren’t bukhansan. 

“guess you could say my deltoids are pretty great! probably a natural product of having to carry the crippling GUILT stemming from the weight of a progressive presidency that isn’t actually progressive hurting the society you want to protect on your shoulders or something. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯”