#yvnas92

[antiira-blog]

diamonds faux fur

+ luxury asks.status: accepting • for @yvnas92

diamonds - how do you feel about excessively spending money?

“are you sure about this?” yujin leaned in to ask for the fourth time since walking into the jewelry shop.

junseo rolled his eyes to his friend’s incessant pestering —- after all, how is he more sure about splurging on a girl that he wasn’t even the one dating? the salesman currently aided a woman who wanted her watch repaired while waiting for the response of the two men. while one was clearly hesitant, the other had half a mind to call the worker over.

in the corner of his eye, he could see his friend fingering the diamond necklace with a touch so tender, yujin looked scared to break it. junseo released a sigh. “you’re a lucky guy, kim yujin,” yujin’s eyes met junseo’s in search of the answer he needed. junseo was not about to let one of his best friends down. “and she’s a worthy girl.”

faux fur - describe your wardrobe.

shit, junseo wants to say as the coke explodes all over yuna. her hands, her shirt, parts of her jeans —- and all he meant to do was make a coke float for the hot, summer day, and relax in front of the television. he begins to stammer an apology; if he hadn’t asked her to open the bottle, it wouldn’t have happened. “so sorry about that, noona. and it’s sticky too,” he pulls the towel from the stove while he thinks of how to rectify the situation. “i’ve got something you can change into, if you want.”

he doesn’t like having a lot of things, much less out on counters and such. he goes to great lengths maintaining his apartment like a hotel, devoid of actual living. in his room, his closet consists essentially of a nine-drawer dresser and a clothing rack of seven pieces, six of which are outerwear and one being a pair of nice black slacks. traces of his presence remain as few pieces of jewelry like rings and necklaces sit on top of the dresser.

“i’ve got some muscle tees in that drawer,” he points to the top-left one as he crouches down and pulls open the bottom-right drawer in search of a single pair of joggers. “if you prefer boxers, they are in the one just below that.” generally, he keeps his gym clothes in the drawer he’s rifling through, but as he moves up along the dresser - plaid shirts in center-right, henley shirts and sweaters in top-right - he can’t seem to find what he is looking for. he begins the countdown in order to figure out which drawer it could be in. he starts with the top row.

“tees and shirts, hats and sunglasses, henleys and sweaters,” he says, then tapping gently on the center-left drawer and starting again. “underwear, jewelry, plaid,” he points to the bottom-left drawer. “dress shirts, jeans —-” reminding himself allowed him to pull open the bottom-middle drawer and fish around, finding what he was looking for. with a smile, he hands it to her. “here. joggers.”

[93jeonk-blog]

💝: what would my muse consider a "perfect gift"?

💝: what would my muse consider a “perfect gift”?

cheesy as it sounds, but for jeon, the perfect  gift would be ‘his self’. in order to give everything he can for the person he loves and cherish, first he have to give ‘his self’.

[kaorizono]

[ sms ] Don’t be a crybaby

返信 for: @yvnas92どこ? click !

The confusion showed clear in her features as she stares down at her phone, the coincidence was shocking. The small tears gathering in her eyes was causing the world to blur in an attempt to lubricate her dry contacts, dust getting in them as she distracts herself. Waiting on the elder, the toe of her foot bouncing against the pavement, Kaori stares down. Her eyes widening to focus on the messages.

                                          CONTACT : YUNA

[ SMS ] I CAN’T HELP IT[ SMS ] my eyes can’t take this stress and i don’t have my glasses with me, where are you? are you getting here soon? ;u;

[fleoride-blog]

[ 📲 • sms ] —— what do you wanna talk about?

texting @yvnas92

[ sms: 서유나 ] your teeth. [ sms: 서유나 ] i’ve seen the OPG and it’s really bad. i need to perform a RCT. Root Canal Treatment. For more info, google it. [ sms: 서유나 ] jk. it’s nothing. just wondering what i should get for dinner. any suggestions?

[fleoride-blog]

"If you want them to keep their teeth healthy, why give them sweets after an appointment? Sounds fishy to me"

consultation with @yvnas92

He pulled his body back in response to her. Me? Giving out candies to my patients? I would be the last person to do that. “Where did you hear that?” He doubt that any dentists, especially pediatric dentist would offer candies to their patients. “I’m pretty sure it’s neither me nor my assistants,” he rubbed his chin with his knuckles, a habit he does whenever he’s deep in thought. “Maybe,” he shifted his gaze to the lady. “The parents gave it them.. As a form of reward.” That conclusion reminded him to (at least, try) be firm with parents in telling them to avoid giving kids sugar-coated snacks. He shrugged her remark off (though.. honestly speaking, it still bothers him) and pulled out a circular tin before opening the lid”, exposing the numerous amount and variety of stickers ranging from My Little Pony to Pokemon. “I give the kids these instead of sugar, actually. Do you want any to add to your sticker collection?”

[sahreum-archive]

"I'm sorry, but you cannot take pictures of the children" (( welcome to 0820! ))

 ☆┆ During her time at university, Ahreum had frequently volunteered at a certain day care center. The jobs they gave her there had her gain experience over the large spectrum of things to do. Few years later, she still visited and volunteered whenever the opportunity arose. Today presented one of those opportunities, and Ahreum decided to take a visit. She signed in, as usual, and put the nametag on her person after being assigned a task. One thing she failed to miss, however, was that she hadn’t pressed hard enough on the plastic that adorned her name; some time between signing in at the front desk, being assigned a job, and doing said job, the astronomer’s nametag had fallen off and onto the ground, and she hadn’t noticed. Unbeknownst to Ahreum, this had sparked a series of events. Her job was to take photos of the children, process the photos, print said photos, and hang them on the bulletin board outside the room. Having just started the first task, Ahreum was taken aback by the words that came out of the younger’s mouth. Ahreum had never seen this woman before, and the astronomer came to the conclusion that whenever she volunteered, the employee must have had the day off. Albeit shocked, Ahreum remained collected, and offered a reassuring smile to the woman as she spoke-- however, confusion remained present in her voice. 

     “Oh, hello-- I was told by the office that my job today was to update the bulletin photos... Was I mistaken? Is that job meant for someone else?” 

[sympcthy-blog1]

crushed velvet, diamonds, faux fur

           crushed velvet: have you ever used your charm to get something you want?

❝Oh, most definitely. I used to be a bit of a lil troll, always tryna pull one over on people. I grew to realize that I just had to work to obtain stuff. I guess goin’ to college rattled my cage. Shit got real very, very quickly; becoming an adult is full of scary lessons. Anyway, I don’t think I have to worry about my charm. Not anymore. I lost my charm hella years ago.❞

           diamonds: how do you feel about excessively spending money?

❝Not my thing. I don’t think I’ll flinch over spending a lot of money on food, but I ain’t about just throwing money into everything I see. I’m not about fancy trips, expensive cars, or any of that stuff. Rich people are the worst, anyway! I’m probably projecting my own personal issues with wealthy folks, though. They just annoy me, though. It’s okay to live comfortably, but selfishness is not the way. Nope. Isn’t that the problem with current society? So much excess. Eat the wealthy, distribute their riches.❞

           faux fur: describe your wardrobe.

❝Think of a lil bummy, sprinkled with just the right amount of business. Lots of sweatpants, too many sweaters, a proper amount of shoes. I do have my dress shirts and khakis, but those are for work. Athleisure. Is that still a thing? That’s still a word, right?❞

          「✨」ACCEPTING LUXURY ASKS. // @yvnas92 have a nice day.

[stilledsouls]

@yvnas92 ( ✧ continued ) 

      Yuna considered the statement for a moment before giving a little snort.  She had never given it much thought, but there was definitely irony in the act.  Cutting down a couple of trees to build a house in another.   What amused her more than that, though, was the other’s personification of trees.  It reminded her of her babies- the from work, of course.  But what even triggered the topic of treehouses, she wondered.          “That’s– you’re right, it’s offensive, but I don’t think it would be the ultimate insult.  What about climate change?”  She quirked her brows.  Now, there was a thought!  How humans were destroying the very earth that provided for them.  “ But did you ever have a treehouse?” 

“ Yes, but climate change isn’t so much an insult as it is a fact, don’t you agree? ” he supplies an opinion, fingers fidgeting with the camera strap hanging stiffly round his neck before coming to alight gently on the expensive piece of technology itself. The pair’s wandering rather aimlessly within a forest that is teeming with fresh life, and Hanbyul thinks it’s nice to be surrounded by silent plants and far away from other humans in the city.

“ After listening to what I'd just said, do you really think I would have had a treehouse? ” A weak scoff slithers out from his lungs and he merits his companion with a smile that made his disbelief manifest. “ I didn’t change much, ” he goes on to explain, snapping pictures while he did so. “ My mindset, my personality, my values— they all remained pretty much the same. I find treehouses an insult to nature now; my five year old self probably thought the same. So, no. I didn't have one. What about you? Are there tree houses at your day care center? ”  Relieving himself of the camera, he passes it back to the girl as part of a little routine they had settled on. “ I’ve snapped seven pictures, it’s your turn now. ”