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[vousmevouyez]

femmebeaut·:

“How you flatter me,” Venus fluttered her eyelashes at Sua before she let out a small sigh. “Okay, I’m ready. Make me beautiful.” A pause as the redhead pursed her lips. “Well… More beautiful.” Always the confident one, she was. 

   Sua lets out a loud gasp at your claim. It wasn’t like her to waste a perfectly good opportunity to be unnecessarily dramatic. “Babe, you’re the most beautiful person in the whole world. Don’t let anyone tell you different, okay?”

   “What if we try a completely new style?” She mutters while playing around with locks of your hair. “Bobs are really in style during the summer. You could jump on the trend early.” Without hesitation, Sua snips a few inches off of the hair that she happened to be holding in her hand.

[vousmevouyez]

hclfmoon·:

‘  i really didn’t mean to bother you,  ’  the petite woman says quietly, eyes darting away in slight awkwardness at attempting to tell a stranger such a thing.  ‘  i just thought you should know that, um  ..  you have a tear in your trousers.  ’    @vousmevouyez·

   Daeil suddenly stopped walking and turned his head to the side. “Hm?” He turns around to face the stranger, looking her up and down before coming to the conclusion that he didn’t recognize her. With his eyebrows raised, Daeil slowly glances down at his pants. “Ah, right.” He looks back at you with a smile on his face. “I’m so sorry that we can’t all be rich and well-dressed like you. I can’t believe that your privileged eyes had to witness this tragedy.”

[vousmevouyez]

formorethananame·:

The concern in her began to rise, mingling with her anxiety. What was taking so long? Was he even in there? The worst case scenario, one that played in Rina’s mind, was that Woobin had packed up his life and left, gone somewhere else without telling her.

It made her heart ache and threatened to take the air from her lungs. Even if he hadn’t actually run away like that, he was still avoiding her, and she couldn’t take it anymore. Letting him in had been so difficult; she couldn’t handle him leaving, couldn’t handle another person being taken from her life. 

The door opened, and Rina felt her breath still her lungs. Waiting, waiting to see what was on the other side. And, oh, it broke her heart instantly. The last thing she had expected were tears in those big, beautiful eyes, but there they were, shining despite the lack of light in the room.

“Oh, Woobin,” Rina breathed. She didn’t know what happened, but she knew she had to make it better. Rina stepped into the room and closed the door behind her. After stepping out of her shoes, and regarded Woobin for a moment. Her heart lurched. Maybe he wasn’t ready for this, but everything in her told her to give it a try, so she closed the space between them and pulled him down into a hug.

   The light coming in from the open doorway made him slightly panic. The garbage littered throughout the apartment didn’t bother him when he was the only one who had to experience it, but now that someone else was here, especially her, he felt shame. Maybe she wouldn’t notice. Or, if she did, was it going to be the last straw? Would she be the next person to realize that life was easier without him?

   With a thousand thoughts still running through his mind, Woobin takes in a trembling breath before looking down to meet your glance. What was he supposed to say? Should he apologize for not being there? But, wasn’t his not being around a good thing? Squeezing his eyes shut for a moment, as if to clear his mind, Woobin lets the tears stream down his face. There was no stopping them.

   “Rina--” His voice was hoarse. Feeling numb, he simply took a few steps back, allowing you entrance into the shadowed living room. There was no taking his eyes off of you. It didn’t feel real. “You didn’t forget about me.”

   As soon as you made contact with him, he felt his heart go through a major shift. Was it breaking? Experiencing some sort of major catharsis? Or did it just feel full again? He wasted no time, quickly wrapping his arms around you in a tight embrace. Leaning down, he buries his head in your shoulder, unable to hold back another cry. “You don’t have to be here. You can find someone else.” Were his words making sense? His logic seemed sound to him, but the manner in which they were being delivered, through shaking breaths and uneven pitches, he suddenly wasn’t convinced. “I missed you.”

[vousmevouyez]

nczgul·:

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Squinting, Jay barely glances to the phone. He doesn’t want to see, because honestly he’d rather be perfectly in denial. There’s a non-committal shrug, and Jay shoves his hands into the pockets of his jacket. “I’ll eat what I feel like eating.. but I’m not admitting to anything.” He’s a bit stubborn, but his demeanor is far from harsh.

Then, he watches as the confusion slowly dawns upon her face. She’s so easily distracted.. or perhaps, Jay wonders.. if she’s not the brightest crayon color in the box of Crayolas. He’s silent for a moment, just watching her with a look of confusion on his face. “You were insisting that I am too skinny and don’t eat enough. I insist that you are mistaken, ma’am. Did you honestly forget that easily?” Then he suddenly covers his eyes with his hand. “Quick! What color are my eyes?! Did you forget that too?” He chuckles as he stands there.

   After half-listening to your summary of the argument that she had made only seconds earlier, Yena gasps loudly, throwing her hands up to cover her mouth. “No, that’s not what I was trying to say! There’s nothing wrong with being skinny! I just wanted to make sure that you’re staying healthy. Is that a crime--?” Just as quickly bringing her hands down to rest on her hips in a defensive stance, Yena soon realizes that she’s no match for your wit. Who could’ve seen that coming? “Fine, you can ignore what I said this time, okay? You have a free pass---.” Her mind suddenly went blank. She must’ve looked him in the eyes a hundred times by now. She intently stares at your face, trying to picture it without the hand in the way.

   After a few seconds, she pipes up. “Unless you’ve been wearing color contacts every time that I see you, your eyes have to be brown!” Inching closer on her tiptoes, Yena slowly reaches out, giving your hand a slight poke. “Reveal yourself!”

[vousmevouyez]

tenderlovc·:

confident  steps  guided  her  to  what  she  believed  would  be  the  biggest  scoop  of  her  career.  the  key  to  it?  an  old  acquaintance.  years  later  their  last  meeting,  nari  barely  remembered  woobin,  and  she  could  only  hope  he  was  minimally  pleasant  to  deal  with.  she  prepared  herself  for  the  worst  as  it  was  obvious  it  could  be  hard  for  him  to  accept  to  talk  about  his  father,  but  she  had  hope.  already  at  the  cafe,  she  sat  in  perfect  posture,  legs  crossed,  waiting  for  him.  upon  seeing  the  not  so  familiar  figure,  she  was  ready  to  stand  up  and  greet  him  like  a  good  miss  korea  would,  but  his  actions  make  her  hesitate.  she  forces  a  polite  smile.  “ of  course. ”  nari  turns  away  to  signalize  to  the  waiter,  meaning  he  can  get  the  order  she  made  previously  running.  “ i  ordered  coffee  for  us,  hope  you  like  it. ”  she  turns  back  to  him.  “ how  are  you,  woobin?  it’s  been  so  long! ”

   Woobin instantly let out a quick laugh after what he took to be your first declaration of the overwhelming love that you felt for him. “Ah-- After all these years, you remember that I love to drink coffee? How have you managed to survive this long without me?” He shook his head a few times, as if out of pity. “Is seeing me now like a light at the end of the depressingly dark tunnel that you call your life?” Feeling like a saint for gracing you with his presence, he humbly places a hand to his heart. “I can see what all of those years alone have done to you. Don’t worry. I hear that they’re coming up with a new surgical procedure that gets rid of crow’s feet.”

   Casually leaning back in his chair, Woobin lets out a content sigh. “Oh, don’t worry about me. I’m still just as successful as I was back in the day.” If someone lied enough, it tended to sound true to them, right? Woobin hadn’t been successful a day in his life. 

[vousmevouyez]

blvehours·:

he  really  shouldn’t  let  her  take  his  drink . it’s  his  for  one , but  he  still  found  himself  giving  it  up  readily . he  let  out  a  small  snicker  as  her  nose  wrinkled  in  distaste  before  taking  it  back . “ yeah , that’s  why  we  don’t  take  other’s  peoples’  drinks  sua . “ he  told  her , taking  a  sip  of  himself . her  comeback  has  him  raising  his  brows  in  surprise , laughing  loudly . “ ooh , definitely  was  not  expecting  that  one . “  he  told  her . “ well , i  hate  to  break  it  to  you  but  she  isn’t  here  right  now . just  me  and  the  boys . “  he  smirked . “ i  could  call  her  up  though , see  if  she’s  interested . i’d  be  down  for  sharing . you  could  be  sister  girlfriends . “ he  joked .

   “And that’s why we should order decent drinks.” She responds snarkily, pulling out one of the chairs from the table before causally sitting down. Crossing her arms across her chest, she glances over at you. “Just you and the boys?” She murmurs under her breath, eyes darting from you to the group of men at the other end of the room. “Why do you always find a way to spoil my day?”  

   Sua found your sly remark somewhat amusing. “You know, maybe it would start out that way, but you’d be left alone in the end.” She adds playfully. “Compared to you, I’m bursting with aegyo and charm.” Framing her face with her hands, she winks in your direction. 

[vousmevouyez]

femmebeaut·:

Venus laughed easily as she shrugged, clearly she wasn’t too bothered about it. The both of them knew that hair would always grow back and any horrid haircut would just be a thing of the past. But, for now, she would put her faith in Sua. “A model, oh-.” A gasp escaped her as she held herself still for the other. “Like Bella Hadid? Her hair always looks amazing.” 

   Sua put all of her concentration in pushing an equal amount of hair behind your shoulders, squinting as she did so. This was the first time that she had ever given someone a consensual haircut. Her only other experience with scissors had been malicious. “Who’s Bella Hadid--? Oh, see, you look so good already, that you’re the only model in my eyes.”

   Sua snickered under her breath before leaning in closer. “So, are you ready for your makeover?” She grinned, waiting for your reaction.

[vousmevouyez]

femmebeaut·:

@vousmevouyez· liked for a starter. 

“are you sure you know what you’re doing.” venus eyed the other with the scissors in their hand almost cautiously. almost being the fact that she pretty much trusted anyone more than herself with a pair of shears and her hair. “doesn’t matter, i’m ready. if it’s really bad i’m prepared to shave it all off.”

   Sua gave the scissors a few practice snips in the air before looking down at you with a blank expression on her face. “Uh, I’m pretty sure that I explicitly said that I have no idea what I’m doing.” Rolling her eyes, Sua lightly pushes on your shoulder. “Yah, there’s nothing to worry about! It’s just hair.” Clicking her tongue, Sua starts to brush through your hair with her fingers, carefully eyeing for the area that she would make her first target. “By the time I’m finished, you’ll look like a model.” 

[vousmevouyez]

   closed starter for @tenderlovc

   Woobin had been thinking about this get together for a while now. Of course, his interest wasn’t enough reason for him to actually show up on time. Even so, on his way to the small café, he couldn’t help but wonder why she wanted to see him out of the blue like this. Maybe she was about to confess her undying love for him. That seemed like a bold thing to do in public, but Woobin wouldn’t be one to complain, even if he planned on turning her down. 

   After a casual and laid back entrance, as if he weren’t fifteen minutes late for his first social calling in months, Woobin plops down in the empty seat across from the other. After eyeing her for a moment, he put on a smug smile. “So, you just couldn’t stay away from me, is that it?”

[vousmevouyez]

   closed starter for @nczgul​

   Yena nudged closer to the other, pushing the screen of her phone closer to his face. “See? Look, it can’t be fake if it’s on the internet.” She conveys in earnest, giving her head a quick nod afterwards. “That mean’s that you’re not allowed to ignore it anymore, okay? You have to make sure that you eat at least three meals a day! It’s so important.”

   Tilting the phone back in her direction, Yena quickly looks over the large amount of text covering the screen. Furrowing her brows, she’d rather ignore her confusion than confront it, so she casually drops the device back into her purse. Now that she was standing there in silence, she can’t exactly remember what prompted this topic of conversation. Wait, did she even remember who she was talking to? Squinting her eyes, Yena looks up at the other, attempting to make sense of his features. “Wait, what were we talking about, again?”

[onlyesterday]

[vousmevouyez]

formorethananame·:

@vousmevouyez·, a closed starter

Weeks had gone by without a word from Woobin, and by now, Rina was worried sick to her stomach. Even if he was entirely through with her, she needed to at least know that he was okay. That he was safe and alive.

Although she didn’t want to admit that if he was through with her, it would tear her to pieces.

Rina sighed softly to herself. She stared at the front of Woobin’s door, fingers twisting together, over and over. She’d come by here so many times over the last few weeks and knocked until her knuckles hurt, left sticky notes on the door, lingered here because she didn’t know what else to do. Exhaling, Rina lifted a shaking hand and knocked at the door. Maybe he would answer this time. Maybe someone out there would take mercy on her poor heart and make sure the door opened.

   Woobin’s eyes opened with a start. There it was again. The plain view of his bedroom ceiling that he had memorized at this point. How long had he been inside of his apartment? Even if he had been given a few minutes to think about that question, he wouldn’t have been able to come up with a concrete answer. In his mind, the only thing he knew was that everyone was having a better life without him. He wasn’t bothering anyone anymore. Nobody would be able to leave him if he was the one to leave first. If only he had figured that out before his mom left.

   Something was different today. It wasn’t like every other day when he had ignored the noises at his door. As invisible as he wanted to be, Woobin couldn’t deny that he was too selfish to stay alone forever. He craved to be with her again. But what if she was here only to push him away? Was he willing to face that kind of hurt again?

   After slowly rolling out of bed, his bones cracking, Woobin carefully and silently shuffled towards his front door. It was surprising that he hadn’t tripped over any of the debris that had piled up over the weeks of solitude and indifference. Taking in a deep breath, he leaned forward, looking through the peephole of the door.

   It was her.

   He choked back a sob, his eyes becoming blurred with stinging tears. Why was he shaking? Did he even deserve to feel like this? No, not after all of the hurt he gave. Taking in a deep breath, his hand inched towards the doorknob. The door hadn’t even been locked. “Rina--.” He mumbled, his heart pushing his actions forward and, before he knew it, the door had started to open.

[vousmevouyez]

blvehours·:

a  small  amused  scoff  left  addison’s  lips  as  he  saw  the  other  approaching  him  in  the  dingy  bar  he  and  his  friends  had  taken  up  residency  in  for  the  night . pushing  himself  up  from  where  he  leaned  against  one  of  the  bar  table , he  meets  the  other  the  last  couple  of  steps , taking a  sip  from  the  glass  of  caramel  colored  liquor  in  his  hands . “ you’re  going  to  get  me  in  trouble , you  do  know  that  right ? “ he  asked  with  a  cocked  eyebrow . “ you  know  how  my  girl  feels  about  you  hanging  with  me . “ addison  said , looking  around  before  looking  back  at  the  other . “ but  you’re  not  here  to  see  me  right ? “  he  asked  with  a  wink .

muse : addison park , twenty-five , construction worker and jack of all trades open to : females preferably in this situation , but m/nb also welcomed  premise : literally just inspired by nct 127′s song ‘ my baby don’t like it ‘ 

   Sua instantly rolled her eyes as soon as she noticed the look on the other’s face. Even so, she couldn’t help but show off an amused smirk. “Why did I know that you’d be here?” Letting out an exaggerated and forced sigh, she casually reaches out to slip the drink out of your hand. “C’mon, your girl should know that I’m not here to see you.” She adds with a scoff, taking a sip of the drink before scrunching her nose up in disapproval. She quickly puts the glass back down onto the table, sliding it in your direction. “I’m here to steal her from you.”

[vousmevouyez]

   Sua raised her eyebrows while looking the customer up and down. Why were they always asking her questions? Couldn’t they see for themselves? Putting on a fake smile, she tilts her head to the side. “Oh, you’re looking for the ramen? Why don’t you just read the aisle signs? They’ll tell you where it is.” Her tone had started out as kind, but towards the end of her speech, the sarcasm had made itself known.

[vousmevouyez]

   Sitting at his desk in front of his English class at one of the many forgettable universities in the city, Donghyun stared ahead at nothing in particular. These were the moments when his mind started to run. His students were likely doing the same. He had given them a text to read that was far above their level. This ensured that he would remain unbothered until the end of the class. He peacefully closed his eyes. Red. All he saw was red. The blood that had run down the walls of the supply closet. The total catharsis that he had experienced. It was the most at peace that he had felt in years. But that peace wasn’t going to last. Where was he going to hide the body? Donghyun opened his eyes. He had to come up with a plan.

[vousmevouyez]

                  ————— 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘦, 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵? 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥.                                                                                    𝙡𝙚𝙩'𝙨 𝙠𝙚𝙚𝙥 𝙞𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙮.                                     𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘦. 𝘴𝘦𝘮𝘪-𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦. 𝘮𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱.

[vousmevouyez]

  // under construction. attempting to revamp.