#yfdohee

[xyfxten]

“Do you get what I mean now?”

And there’s only at a given extent that the Scholar would know about how the world goes around. So there he is, mindlessly asking Dohee what circle lenses are. He hums as if he understands her narrations, but he doesn’t and It has already been a few minutes before everything sinks down on Ten. 

“no” he says for the nth time, looking at her eyes and wondering, still, how it just magically became bigger. 

[eunbinxyf-blog]

@yfdohee your people are astounding. we should walk in the park for your next meal so you can save a few bucks.

[eunbinxyf-blog]

her over flowers

eunbin couldn’t remember the name of her english teacher let alone the infinite rules he seemed to have for each part of a sentence. but whatever his name was, he couldn’t seem to shut up about periods and conjunctions and adjectives and whatever else it was he presumably got off on. all the talk of it made her think about how much she’d rather stick her backup wooden pencil in her eye than to continue listening to him talk about writing. how much more boring could one person get?

the next syllable that left his mouth assisted eunbin in her slipping away from reality and into a daydream that would encase her for the entire rest of the class. her daydreams usually consisted of scenarios and images she wouldn’t even write down in the trusted diary she’d have had she ever bothered to pick up a pencil instead of a remote. having redacteds running around her mind while she saved herself from the horrid discussion of syntax and tone couldn’t be shared, not if her reputation wanted to stay as proper as it was.

so she made sure she was conscious enough to at least force her eyes to stay open. just so no one would ask her something like ‘hey, eunbin, you had your eyes closed literally that entire class, what were you dreaming of?’ eunbin was a good liar in some senses but not in the sense of her coming up with a good story instead of talking about the gorgeousness of the hands she held in her imagination for the entirely of her class.

she tried to have daydreams about things like makeup or clothes or cheerleading, even, but nothing would give. even with her repeating the word “makeup” in her head over and over, she’d start to imagine a girl touching her face while she did her makeup instead of her rolling around in infinite bottles of lipstick and lip gloss. but what else could she expect, if her half-conscious daydreaming state left her practically frozen, staring at the girl from across the room with nothing to break her gaze except frequent slow blinks?

it’s only when the kids around her started moving around that she realized the class was over, and started gathering her senses back into consciousness. the blurry image of the girl in front of her eventually focused. it took her a few seconds to realize that the girl wasn’t a part of her daydream; she was very real and eunbin just spent the last almost-hour staring at her with her mouth half open and her eyes glazed over.

the moment their eyes met, eunbin tore the connection apart, her mouth set into a tight straight line, her shoulders tensed and the rest of her practically frozen. fuck, she thinks, she’s so pretty.

[yfxsoapbox]

ok why is everyone canadian