#yfxsoojung

[yfxjaehyun-blog]

"Don't get bitter, just get better."

DRAG RACE STARTER MEMES

average eyes observe at face value, untrained to the nuances of individuals revealing the growth they’ve fostered over time. similar to the rings hidden with the trunk of the oak’s bark, which scratches into the nape of his neck as he leans his head against it, there were often people whose development could only be seen  from within. and soojung —  he lifts his gaze from the textbook in his lap  — jaehyun imagines it’s the same for her, though her perfect grades say otherwise. always, always number 1. 

“ do you have any suggestions? memorizing names in a dead, scientific language is, with all due respect, pretty boring. ”  he had been honest, and complained under a sigh about how his usual study methods weren’t helping with this part of the unit. being able to recognize classification systems in foreign words was, admittedly, a beautiful ability, but preparing for an exam so immediate into the school year was also taxing.

then again, maybe he should’ve known better than to voice such a simple frustration aloud to her. as number 6, in some ways, his growth was like a tree’s too: seemingly stagnant in outward appearance, but undoubtedly different from within. yet he was always, always number 6.

[yfxjiseul-blog]

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send “ “ for a text // status: accepting

Send “%” for a CURIOUS text.

[ txt ↠ v.p. byeon ] but you are vice president.[ txt ↠ v.p. byeon ] how is it not within your power to make it happen?[ txt ↠ v.p. byeon ] also i don’t understand why i should acquiesce when clearly my argument is most logical.

[halcywon-blog]

[ text ]: Why don’t you go to him/her instead?

« msg → 💎 soojung » Him? Who are you talking about?« msg → 💎 soojung » Wait.« msg → 💎 soojung » You mean HIM???« msg → 💎 soojung » NO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!« msg → 💎 soojung » WHY WOULD YOU EVEN SAY THAT????« msg → 💎 soojung » I HAVE NEVER BEEN SO INSULTED IN MY LIFE.

[gochoheexyf-blog]

MELTED ICE

@yfxsoojung

There was always spurts of moments when the ice-cream shop would become plastered with customers. In those moments it was scoop upon scoop upon scoop of ice-cream over and over again. Either that or frantically running about the Cafe taking orders and delivering them to the kitchen. 

Today was just one of those extremely busy days, and oh boy was she thankful she wasn’t behind the counter scooping up ice-cream. At least waitressing meant she had the freedom of not having to do one task over and over again. Plus, she made most of her tips this way. Only, what with the small cafe being packed to the max and a short-line waiting for seats, Chohee had to be quick in her orders and runs back to the kitchen. It was on one of her runs that, in her haste, she collided into a customer. 

Though, thankfully, nothing too bad seemed to happen -- well except for the fact that a perfectly untouched ice-cream cone had splattered to the ground -- and that her hot chocolate seemed to spill partially on herself and partially on the other. 

“I’m so sorry!” Chohee explained, flustered because all of a sudden it was as if she was wanted everywhere: in the kitchen, to change one of the orders, to take an order, to get a check, etc -- now to top it all off she had to fix this messy situation. 

It was then she realized just who she’d bumped into. Soojung. A face she most definitely hadn’t been expecting to see -- not like this at least, not with her hair almost a mess and a black apron with a notepad and pen around her waist. 

[yfxmafia-blog]

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to: about blank faceim reading harry potter fan theories i dont even like harry potter or fans or theories 

[yfxryuu-blog]

she finds herself gazing towards the younger latter, not far from her. track practice had come to an end as everyone bid her farewell. her closed smile remaining before she reached for her backpack and walked towards the taller latter. "ryū!" soojung called, her steps turning faster as he stopped. once in front of him, her smile turned a little sweeter, "are you free right now?"

He had been talking to another friend, pressing his bangs away from his face; still sweaty from practice. When he heard her call his name his smile got brighter, ignoring the mutters from his friend with an eye roll he turned towards her. “Soojung-” 

It was a conscious decision, something he had thought about before she was near him. As soon as she had reached him he leaned down and pressed a small kiss to her forehead. Flustered by his own bravery, he pulled away quickly and rubbed the back of his neck. Trying to play it as cool as he could. 

“Yeah- I’m free, whats up?” 

[yfxsanghee-blog]

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wiping blood off their face

Sometimes when Sanghee sneezed ten times in a row he felt like his organs would come out of his noses trills, but that was just a metaphor as most “stuff that belong inside of your body somehow exploding out of your body” should be. That’s why he freaked out a little when he saw it. 

Soojung looked like a ghost in general. Hell, if they weren’t music buddies and somewhat friends Sanghee would swear she was just a spirit haunting campus because of you know, all the hair and pale face and off-putting aura. One could say. Was that blood on her face?

Sanghee forced himself to racionalize that that was ketchup. Next time they get together to play piano he was not gonna ask. It’s was none of his business really! It could be something from she bit someone’s head off to maybe it really was just ketchup. 

Or was Soojung hurt? 

Women bleed, that’s a fact, but not from their faces, right? Ok maybe he should ask. 

Next time they get together to play piano he is definitely gonna ask.   

[yfxbobby-blog]

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☁ being caught in the middle a storm with themft.☂  giving them their jumper to keep warm

The cloud overhead has gathered slow and dark all morning, but the downpour still catches him by surprise. The white dress shirt she’s wearing is soaking through and he abruptly cuts the thought there, shoving his blazer into her arms. (”Shit, c’mon. Let’s go!”) They make a break for it, slicing through the humid, electric air of the summer storm. Rain slides over the edge of the shop awning and they press their backs to the wall, catching their breaths.

“Soojung,” he begins, and her Bobby’s-about-to-say-something-stupid senses are on fire. “I think I might die of hypothermia. We need to cuddle, like right now. To conserve body heat,” he’s laughing before he even completes the sentence, dodging a step away by instinct.