#ywyein

[ywyoungae]

**+ 음매.

@ywyein

it’s cold, as expected. youngae still tied her hair perfectly up, no strands falling off. she sits, shivering, on the steps right out of the front door. her hands hold onto her opposite arms in an attempt to help her current situation. the grey wool sweater seems to barely make a difference. if only her partner for the day could arrive any sooner.

youngae had left early, of course, and she could have just waited inside. it wouldn’t be her if she didn’t try to make a point. maybe yein should have thought of arriving a little earlier considering everything. this is a working business, after all.

“yah, yein!” she spots her friend not so far away now, and immediately stands up. “couldn’t you have gotten here a bit quicker?” it’s still very early in the morning—especially considering it’s winter. but in a ranch things work like this. youngae picks up the metal bucket beside her and raises it in the air, everything that’s inside moving and clanking against the walls. “take it! quick!”

[ywhaeri-blog]

“That was beautiful and very weird.”

meme one ; accepting.

frankly speaking, haeri wasn’t sure how they ended up here. she and naeun had come to ‘bakeri’ for their weekly visit, and then somewhere along the way she ended up making a comment about how naeun, probably, couldn’t eat entire loaf of bread in one sitting. and now they sat, as naeun is finishing up her last bite. truly the child of haeri - always needing to prove someone wrong. as a parent, she is concerned and probably shouldn’t have dared her to do it in the first place. as herself, though, she is highly impressed, proud, and slightly afraid.“right?! yein, could you t-” she coughs, stopping herself. definitely not, haeri. “actually never mind.”

[ywareum-blog]

GIRL’S TRIP

( @ywyein )

     areum’s happy to make a visit to seoul –– she prefers the quiet of yangwon over the hustling noises of seoul but this was her home for the majority of time she was in university. most of her current friends are still here, so trips to the city are still rather frequent ( or as frequent as she can manage ). today she’s accompanied by yein, showing her around the many spots that she liked to visit and also places she hasn’t really been yet too.

     leaving their hotel room, dressed head to toe for the cold, they make their way to myeongdong to try street food and search for cheaply and over abundantly made items that’ll be fun to take home for novelty. areum thinks it might also be a good time to finish up christmas shopping. “ are you excited ? ” areum says as they get into a taxi to drive them to their destination. “ this is your first time in seoul, right ? ”

[ywjinsang-blog]

✩ the bread patrol

@ywyein

when jinsang had left abruptly, his grandmother had been calling out questions after him, asking where he was going, when he would come home, who was he going to see. his typical exaggerated lies about searching for aliens, going ghost hunting with jaehyun or even going out to leave a message in the forest for visiting extraterrestrials were given up for a defensive list of: nowhere, never, no one. irritation remained embedded in his nape as he shoved his hands into his pockets as he trudged in the direction that he was pretending was directionless, and he looked everywhere but where he knew he wanted to look. not until the last moment, where he could pretend to be surprised to see her and make up some lie about how he’d seen an asteroid strike the earth last night, in the same direction she was headed.

each action filled, tucking the knowledge of them into his subconscious, and biting the inside of his lip when his gaze landed on the back of yein’s head ahead of him. the last couple steps leaving a scuffle of rocks, and coming up to her, cocking his head lazily. “out here again?” he questioned, although this was where he found her nearly every time that he went searching for her. his weight shifted, glancing down at the toes of his shoes, crinkling his nose and looking back to her. yein always looked cute, it was a thought that prodded through the back of his mind and made him impulsively reach forward to take the bread from her arms. the items tucked into one of his arms, adjusting and securing them. “did you see the asteroid come through the atmosphere last night? it looked like a shooting star but... “ jinsang shook his head. “it glowed a different colour. i think it had an alien mineral in it. i'm going to find it today.”

there was no chance that he was going to admit that he came out this way to see her. that would have been a lie. jinsang was assured of that.

[ywsilas]

⋆ it’s called profit, darling

                                                                                                                     @ywyein

        𝐟𝐮𝐧 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐬 about silas kwan that most people know:

silas kwan is flawless flawed, but devilishly handsome.

he has two piercings in one ear and a fake gucci watch.

his heart’s insured for W10,000 ( but he still wears it on his sleeve ).

one time, he wrestled with a pig ................................. and lost.

        fun facts about silas kwan that most people don’t know:

he’s a mastermind when it comes to business.

        imagine this:  having a super delicious melon bread for breakfast.  now imagine this:  having a super delicious melon bread for breakfast and making it to class on time.  such is an experience that most college students can’t even fathom, and that’s exactly where he---honorary bread boy silas  ( self-proclaimed )---comes in.  yes, for just a few coins more than the o.g. price, he’s selling his morning melon bread haul from bakeri, and so far, he has sold nine, which means he’s just one away from making his money back.

        and thus begins his search for his tenth, but definitely not last, customer.

        “you there!  miss!”  melon bread in hand, he jogs up to a pretty girl walking solo.  “how would you like to buy a---𝐲𝐞𝐢𝐧?!”

[ywyoungae]

“If we get trapped, it’s my fault and I apologize.”

**+ MEME #01

"well, if i warned you not to do it then why would you do it?!” yein had only just locked the door but youngae knew her bad feeling was real. the girl rushed over to where the other stood, pushing her out of the way to do what she had to. in a few seconds, her thumb already started to hurt. “wow... we’re screwed.”

the saying said that girls must always go to the bathroom together, but after that day she wasn’t too sure if she’d follow yein in any longer. they were inside a public restroom like any other — which was the exact reason why you wouldn’t lock the door. “i can’t open this, yein... i can’t open this.” the more she tried to unlock the door the more she knew she would never be able to do it. there was just some sort of specific strength needed for these things like with opening jars of pickles or keeping your hands up as a punishment. “we’re stuck in here... we’re stuck!”

[ywjinsang-blog]

“Are you still angry?”

the crinkle forms across the bridge of jinsang’s nose, turning his head to look away from yein, and scratching at his nape. 

he hadn’t been angry, he didn’t think he had, at least. it was her fault, regardless. she was the one who had to do the thing. an indiscriminate smile, the way her whole face lit up when she laughed, and the freckles of colour in her eyes glinted in the light. it was cruel, she had been cruel. jinsang was mentally insisting upon this as he tried to find an answer to her question, kicking at a rock with the toes of his shoes and then lifting his gaze up to look at the sky, then whirling it back down to yein. his knee shaking with the energy that rushed it’s way up through him, pressurised by his lengthy silence.

“–no. why would i be angry? you’re the one who is angry,” he retorts, already furrowing his brow with how bad the lie was. all yein had done was smile, laugh – look cute when jinsang glanced over at her. that wasn’t her crime though. it was that she dared make him smile. koo jinsang. smile. at her. she shouldn’t have done that. “i was just going for a walk, i was going to see if i could find the comet, or alien space craft, that fell from the sky last night. i was concentrating on the trajectory, on where it would land. it takes a lot of thought, you have to consider the angle that it was coming down and the speed, and not just anyone can do that!” jinsang could taste the insistence in his voice, needing her to believe his story; one he was weaving together on the spot. he was avoiding her gaze, once more turning his head and squinting up into the sky, as if he would be able to force himself to remember something he hadn’t seen at all the night before.

sunlight burned his eyes, leaving him blinking as he shifted his weight, shoved his hands into the pockets of his jeans and nudged at the rock that he’d be harassing seconds before. “i wasn’t angry. i was focusing. you shouldn’t.. say i’m angry unless you know. i’m never angry,” he peeked over at her, shook his head quickly and looked away. “i wasn’t angry. okay? you believe me, right?”