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[umeunsuh]

patman

wednesday afternoon, with @umnoeul

so maybe it’s not winter. like yeah, it’s july and she and her parents have a flight to catch for another part of the world real soon but. they’re still here in sunny south korea... and as homesick as eunsuh will dare to be by the weekend, she can’t say she isn’t excited for the sudden jump into another season. weather whiplash if you will. 

heck, though. what’s the fun in playing with alleged australian snow if it ain’t with friends? or like. half-stranger regulars you’re sorta fond of. you feel?

she’s got shaved ice leftover in a large bowl plate from the usual bingsu orders they make on days like this one. spoon in one hand, eunsuh pokes lightly at the toppings in the tinier adjacent bowl. “you can’t shape it with your hands for obvious reasons,” she starts, taking one more spoon in her other hand and separating a chunk of the ice away from the bigger pile. shoving said pile away to the side of the bowl, she shapes the smaller pile into a base—a circular tier, swiftly so it doesn’t melt too fast. “but it’s not hard with these.” she pushes the bowl towards noeul carefully, spoons now together and clinking in her closed right fist, handed over to him. “your turn.”

[umhaejin]

be real

[umeunsuh]

umhaejin‌:

( ` how can she be so clueless? haejin isn’t sure, figures it’s not nice to ask. but it’s baffling to say the least, last he checked, she did live above a bakery at all. opts to keep his mouth shut instead, brow raising at the question. his lips part, corners curled, giving way to a small laugh before he step closer, extending the bowl toward her. ) “mixing it, duh.” ( ` it’s cute on her regardless. blanket of blank that overtakes her, expression and all. haejin has known her long enough to be able to read the reaction well. coming to the conclusion that she simply had no idea. ) ( ` this, he realizes with a growing impish grin. ) “need help?” ( ` we both know you do. ) “it’s easy, look…” ( ` inches closer, winding an arm around her frame to slide his fingers over her grip on the whisk, twisting to a slight angle before he starts, folding over the batter. ) “so basically, you just mix it till everything’s smoothed out like the flour and all—then we can pour it into the pan to bake.” ( ` he grins. ) “easy right?” ( ` of course there’s the matter of whipping cream and last he checked their mixer was out of commission—but they’ll cross that bridge later. )

tsk, oops. ( ` pretends she’s unamused with haejin having his own fun about the situation. she was obviously joking too!!!! duh. a small stutter leaves her mouth, followed by a hum of agreement (re: subjection) when he comes in closer, no time to react any other way the second their hands have no gap in between. )

( ` it should be a point that her friend is tall, but not big. as in no one cowers when he’s around—but if not just anyone? then at least herself. she pouts at the thought in standalone wonder, curious of how everyone else sees him. day to day, for five seconds at a time or in their entire lives. that’s plenty of hyperfixating for someone who just takes everything as it is—far too much. if it’s to distract from the closeness that is neither unwelcome or asked for, then uh. wack! some batter pouring’s gotta be done sooner or later. ) sure is. ( ` answers just to answer, just to make sure she hasn’t seemed like she’s been stuck in her headspace a second too long. she claps her hands together and tucks stray strands of her hair behind her ears, tips warm to the touch, her face a lighter version of whatever’s going on up there. ) easy enough to be a one-man job; i’ll take it from here. ( ` takes the whisk again and folds the batter over a few more times, sneaking a glance at him over her shoulder to see if he still has that smile on his face. she’d heard it while he wasn’t even saying anything, would feel robbed if it didn’t do so much as linger. )

[umeunsuh]

tracker (x3)

[umeunsuh]

eunsuh

uom: be real @umhaejin, it’s (y)ours @umsoyi, fruit fly @umdahye, word? (hoonhae)

iou: none! for now

sangyeop

uom: cold comfort (gyul) / dead, beat, summer (hye) / precipice (haeil) / starter @pswum

iou: mouse trap (noeul)

elijah

uom: a starter @umhaneul (ty in advance), WYD (roo), discourse @abeum, sick! @umhwan, in convenience (sol), texts (haeil)

iou: my thanks for writing w me <3

plotting with Y’ALL.

[umeunsuh]

word?

[umeunsuh]

umyihoon‌:

it’s been a while since the three’s come together as a whole. togetherness is taken for granted as you get older, and yihoon is still learning this the hard way. everyday chatters and ping pong-like banters are treasures– when the sky and its time put them together in the same school, on the same floor, and on the same wavelength for however long to appreciate.

he still tells himself that things can be the same, as long as all three of them try. believes in it.

“it feels like it’s been a while because we’re so used to being together 24/7, but really we just talked like last week. you know that, right?” he spills his reply amidst distant sounds of buses passing, muffled music from the bars and stores alike. as busy-minded he is with all these ideas and hypothetical crime scenes, he would be sad to be underestimated with reading between the lines. eunsuh has something to say, haejin (probably) has no idea, and yihoon has a small hunch of what it’s going to be all about. he could be wrong, but he still places it in the back of his ‘potential scenario’ files.

“so what’s this meeting about, ma’am? we tryna take over the world before it takes over itself?” 

“pish posh.” she lets yihoon’s words go right over her head, placing herself in between the two and sitting with her ankles crossed, legs swinging back and forth. “world domination’s too ambitious, let’s not get ahead of ourselves. please and thank you.”

sniffling quietly to herself, she relishes in the faux peace among them. just the three of them, here together for who knows how long until the next time. there’s worry about how there won’t be a next time whether for a while or at all. and it’s not just because the next season’s no longer next. it’s here, and so are they, but again: for how long? what’s with the theatrics of mourning something that has yet to come? or isn’t as big of a deal as you make it to be? ugh. beats her and her stupid pretentious film-binging habit.

“just wanted to let you guys know i’m going abroad this summer.” whew. that silence was too heavy for her liking, but this next one doesn’t help anything. the hard part is still in queue.

[umeunsuh]

tracker (x3)

eunsuh

uom: be real @umhaejin, it’s (y)ours @umsoyi, fruit fly @umdahye, word? (hoonhae)

iou: none! for now

sangyeop

uom: cold comfort (gyul) / dead, beat, summer (hye) / precipice (haeil) / starter @pswum / script @umnoeul

iou: none

elijah

uom: a starter @umhaneul (ty in advance), WYD (roo), discourse @abeum

iou: script for @umryusol, time today (goeun), texts (haeil)

plotting with @umsoyi, @umkanghan, @ummiao, @umyuxue, @dodoum

[umeunsuh]

word?

on a rooftop with @umhaejin​ & @umyihoon​, a little before summer break

tonight’s not one of those “pull-you-by-your-ear” occasions. urgent still, however, this tension the last thing eunsuh wants to be going through—with her best friend no less. little to no words have been spoken between them in these past few weeks, but she’d be lying if their group groove being thrown off by it was her only reason for not finding it the most comfortable situation to be in. there, too, is the unspoken matter of ryuwon being... well, ryuwon. if she could get a bottle of melon milk for every time she’s been witness to haejin’s discomfort around her... her fridge would be STACKED! 

and then some. some she’s about to lay out so she can put this restlessness to rest once and for all. it’s flowing from the seams!!! “no-amount-of-stitching-will-keep-this-closed”-level serious.

“so i’ve called this meeting because it’s been a while, okay?” not too much of an opening line for her impending spiel. she has her hands clasped together and everything, like she’s wishing on a star that has yet to appear. “we’ve all been busy with exams and other things, but since pretty boy and i here are possibly splitting into different paths when our time comes,” she continues, fingers finding haejin’s shoulders in passing, him matching the label, “we should spend more time together while everything’s more... lax.” short and sweet. 

eunsuh turns away from the horizon of city buildings and faces her friends once more, forgetting there’d been anything to be worried about for a brief second just at the sight of them. but the worry on haejin’s, yihoon’s a different version of the former bring her right back to earth. they’ll go forward from here, though. she won’t settle for any less. can’t.

[differenttypesofpeople]

Types of people: Hours of the day

02:00: Never seems to sleep. A bit self-destructive. Dark circles under their eyes. Longing looks. Dreaming of a better place. Always tired. Dark sense of humour.

04:00: Works too hard. Litres and litres of coffee. Lives off of instant meals. Talks too fast. Always in a hurry. Has big dreams. A bit clumsy at times.

06:00: Early bird. Bright smiles. Always singing under their breath. Sunrises. Making breakfast in bed for a loved one. Easily irritable. Wants to be friends with everyone.

08:00: Hard working. Knows how to balance out their life. Plans their day down to the last minute. Always in control. Not afraid to put people in their place.

10:00: Lazy mornings in bed. Wants to travel the world. Always manages to get the job done at the last minute. Handpicked flowers. Falls in love easily. Soft voice.

12:00: Sunny days. Bright smiles. Cares a lot about everyone. Wants to change people’s lives. Always trying something new. Tries their best to cheer up a sad friend.

14:00: Able to take a nap anywhere. Forgetful. Talks a lot or not at all. Hesitant touches. Doesn’t easily connect with people. Could probably change the world if they actually tried.

16:00: Snaps easily. Will fight you. Not afraid to stand up for themselves. Believes the world can be a better place. Wants to be the change the world needs.

18:00: Long work days. Always giving their best. Home cooked meals. Sunset picnics.  Always manages to make time for the ones they love.

20:00: Only puts effort into things they enjoy. A bit of a pushover. Always trying to be better than they are. Thinks too little of themselves. Always there for everyone.

22:00: Always up for a party. Loud laughs. Doesn’t stay around for very long. Not quite sure what they’re doing with their life. Very passionate about everything they do.

24:00: Long, strange conversations. Believes in ghosts. Binge watching new shows. Lives in the extremes. Likes to spend a lot of time alone.

[umhaejin]

be real

[umeunsuh]

umhaejin‌:

( ` it’s—overreacting? isn’t it? or just, odd. it’s just very odd. foreign stirring that settles in chest. not knowing how to act around eunsuh is odd—unnatural. but that was his fault after all, for reading into clearly nothing. ) “cool.”  ( ` reassess, eyes flicking over the instructions for a long moment. oven? already preheated. what’s left is really mixing the batter. ) “if you want you can claim it as your own, i don’t mind.” ( ` his lips twitch, attention turning to sift together the flour, baking powder, baking soda, sugar, and salt al lover the bowl. roughly done, evident with the amount of powder in the air. prompting a small sneeze he tries to muffle. ) “people might not believe it though…” ( ` speaks once the itch in his nose leaves, voice colored playful. adds in cream to start mixing the batter after a bit; whisk in hand. the handheld mixer is here somewhere. but, he can’t be bothered. nothing wrong with doing things old fashioned. ) “do you wanna try?” ( ` arches a brow, offering up the mixing bowl with a smile. ) “after this all we have to do is pour it in the pan and bake.”

( ` pfft, what does he take her for. a thief? maybe of people’s time when she’s caught in the middle of coming up with her thousandth excuse for why she isn’t at school. but not a confection even so simple, let alone from him. ) ( ` see? there it is. wordlessly, her eyes narrow at him from the side, quick to soften as she focuses on him working the rest of his magic into the batter. it takes her a while to come back to earth, not catching whether she’d been leaving him hanging with his offer for too long or not. something about him had been delicate this while. worth studying. fuck school, lol! ) try what, tasting it or mixing it? ( ` her gaze trails a little after her voice, index finger pointing to her. like an idiot. she leaves the bowl there a tad longer, letting her eyes linger on his. his smile a close second, everything else slowly but surely before taking the whisk in one hand, the bowl in her other. teach me, she’s tempted to say. heck if him calling her a dumbass for the nth time today’s something she wants to hear again, though. )

( ` stays still anyway, at a loss for motion more than words. )

[geumum]

WELCOME to rihanna stans intl, i write elijah here alongside @umyeop + @umeunsuh and am always super down for more threads centered around any (reasonable) plot we can think of together. length doesn’t matter! dynamic doesn’t either! discord and ims r both ok! i’ll go around and like ur posts accordingly. happy writing 😈

[forloonatheworld]

[umeunsuh]

forloonaworld‌:

190602 / loonabigstar.

#HappyChoerryDay

[umeunsuh]

↻ / ☁

for 石俊彤 (his words)

↻ unsent:

( kkt ) umm who is this ?_______?

☁ not meant for you:

( kkt ) i’m just trying to impress U with my fat knowledge!!!!( kkt ) make sure you know school’s for somethin 🤠

[umeunsuh]

☀ / ✉

for 고은언니 ⏰

☀ morning:

( kkt ) there’s a fresh batch of melon bread if you’re still on your way home!( kkt ) i’ll throw in free tea too, heh.( kkt ) all kinds 😏

✉ 2 am:

( kkt ) you bored at work?( kkt ) play imsg games with me

[umeunsuh]

it’s (y)ours

[umeunsuh]

omsoyi‌:

“oh? what do you want? an arm and a leg?” ( ` eunsuh is rarely easy. that much she knows. ) “hah.” ( ` rolls eyes, kicking the door shut while pivoting to snap her wrist, smacking the upside of the younger’s head lightly. ) “you didn’t even tell me you were coming, brat.” ( ` lets her off, however, eyes fixated on the adorable little thing padding around the floors. cute. but soyi wasn’t going to give her the satisfaction just yet. not until she knows why the hell she’s here to begin with. ) “why did you come out without a coat?” ( ` it’s annoying. don’t like this at all. unconsciously her hands are pressed into her hips, finding herself worrying like a mother would. weird fucking shit, considering she hasn’t even gotten her own shit in order. ) “uh huh, wait—” ( ` takes a second to return to the couch, beer in hand, eyes expectant. if eunsuh was going to make a big show out of it, she better had play the role of the willing participant. ) “okay,” ( ` takes a quick swig, lips quirked. ) “let’s hear it.”

you ask so many questions. ( ` uttered like that of an annoyed parent ) ( ` seeing as how soyi’s riding the whole “You’re A Whole Clown” wave, she takes the nearest pillow she can find and hurls it at her, not caring if she knocks that stupid beer bottle out of her hand. ) i’m serious, stop. ( ` furrows her brows, directing her attention on toto for a brief second just to have him in her arms once more. he’s immediate comfort just if you look at him, but no one ever complains about that extra oomph. ) but okay, you know what though? ( ` scoops toto up in her arms, cradling him out of self-indulgence more than protection ) i’ll get to the point. ( ` omg..... he’s so fucking cute ) do you wanna like. ( ` chooses her next words carefully, petting the cat’s head, briefly distracted at how he eases into her touch so willingly. god, she’s melting ) co-own this little fella together? ( ` looks at soyi expectantly, like ‘yes’ is the only answer she’ll accept, totally not ignoring that she hasn’t specified the fine print just yet. the catch isn’t too huge anyway, but time will only tell. )

[umeunsuh]

all txts :3c

for  이훈 오빠 🐲

☂ scared/concerned + ✖ angry/threatening:

[ 21:22 ] 💬 what a stupid idea of a date[ 21:22 ] 💬 you expected me to be okay with that?![ 21:22 ] 💬 it’s beyond me that anyone else would’ve enjoyed…[ 21:22 ] 💬 and almost like you just Don’t Want Me To Talk To You Ever Again .

✉ 2 am:

[ 02:14 ] 💬 but i guess it was also kinda fun anyway zzz

↻ unsent:

[ 09:35 ] 💬 you wanna meet up later? under that one tree

❤ loving/affectionate:

[ 17:55 ] 💬 i’m really glad a lot of things can go unsaid between us[ 17:55 ] 💬 thank you so much ig

❧ drunk on 수정과: 

[ 00:00 ] 💬happy new year!!!![ 00:00 ] 💬 🥳🥳🥳

☀ morning:

[ 06:50 ] 💬 i’m omw[ 06:50 ] 💬 haejin’s slow tsk

☁ not meant for you:

[ 01:15 ] 💬 not to be existential or anything but[ 01:15 ] 💬 wtf r we doin here haha

[umeunsuh]

all txts ily

for  해진 🐻🐾

✉ 2 am:

[ 01:59 ] 💬 you got home safely?[ 01:59 ] 💬 it’s late but i mean[ 01:59 ] 💬 better late than never *haha*

❤ loving/affectionate:

[ 15:23 ] 💬 hey…[ 15:23 ] 💬 HEY.[ 15:23 ] 💬 (hae)[ 15:23 ] 💬 kek[ 15:23 ] 💬this cake is good 6__6 you should work with juyeon~

☀ morning:

[ 06:45 ] 💬 mister kwon[ 06:45 ] 💬 it’s getting up for school rn or me ditching you[ 06:45 ]💬 your call 😡

☁ not meant for you + ❧ drunk on sum good cream soda:

[ 15:27 ] 💬 yeah i offered him to work here but i didn’t mean it. school comes first for him anyway

↻ unsent:

[ 20:30 ] 💬 i’m not sure why you’d tell me something like that at all… maybe i’m dense or smth but i’m not stupid. [ 20:30 ] 💬 did you mean that?[ 20:30 ] 💬 and how much?

✖ angry/”threatening”:

[ 16:00 ] 💬 take it back.

☂ scared/concerned:

[ 00:16 ] 💬 that wasn’t code for you to stop talking to me…

[umeunsuh]

fruit fly

[umeunsuh]

omdahye‌:

[...]

“no, i…” thought it was nice. dahye from school, not dahye from tv. thank you for being someone who asked me out without the sole purpose of being your arm candy. “he seemed cool.” she settles, finally. “does- did he like my group?” the present tense is a dumb slip of the tongue. two years have passed, and she seems to be the only one still stuck in memories, unable to move on. there’s still a gap in her chest that she hasn’t been able to fill, which is stupid, she knows, but for two years, she’d been able to make do with yihoon and hyeju.

then along comes eunsuh. slips through the cracks and whatever distance dahye’s put between herself and everyone else. her deceptively tiny’s stature’s made up for in personality, and she seems to become the life of the party in whatever room she’s in. eunsuh’s the heroine, and dahye’s more than glad to be a supporting role; that is, only if she’d allow it. 

she’s been staring at the same coffee bun for far too long for it to be normal. she hates the taste of coffee, but she places it on the tray she’s balancing on one hand anyway. “do you have any recommendations to brighten my monday up, then?” as if there was anything in the entire world that could darken her day. eyes skim over rows and rows of bread, and settle on eunsuh. 

she doesn’t hide the smile that quirks her lips up this time. “today’s on me. ‘s thanks for introducing me to my personal haven.” 

her face? deadpan. the bread? anticipatory pan. “girl... i’m not sure who didn’t.” a small heh meets the space between them, eunsuh’s shoulders taut as she pauses in front of one of the clear cases. her thoughts are almost out loud, not quite when she remembers how much more bummed juyeon had been about their disbandment than herself. it’s nothing that can be held against her now though. they’re has-beens, and this is today. present tense. something tells her dahye’s just as fixed on moving forward as she is.

eunsuh titters behind her hand watching the other ogle over the bun she’s so gladly choosing. “seems you’ve got good taste all by yourself. i say go wild in the rest of your selections?” her eyes go wide, hands spreading as she makes a rainbow-shape in midair. “i’d be lying if i said i have a least favorite here.” not that she’s the type to lie in the first place. withholding information is different and rightfully so! is her excuse anyway. a small smile’s quick to respond to that last sentiment, that smile she’s not sure she even deserves in the first place. “either one of you would be missing out if i hadn’t let you tag along.” and then a wink. or whatever blinking your two eyes one at a time in ninja-like succession is.

seeing as how juyeon isn’t back from tidying up the kitchen yet, eunsuh takes the liberty to ring up all the items on dahye’s tray. “obviously this isn’t for free, but i’d be more than happy to indulge you in a ten-percent discount.” she punches in a few numbers, doing the math and a quick count of the pastries before prepping a small box. “for... being a family friend.” she’s careful to not bring up the whole idol thing, god forbid it’s the one thing she’d like to hear in a cozy space away from the world they both know. her eyes flit up from the cash register to steal a glance at the other’s soft features. there’s a bloom from she has no idea where it starts then, mouth slightly agape, words still with time.

damn. word?

[umeunsuh]