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hellu hellu i'm gloss ( s/h, 21+ ) n im super excited 2 b here!! im gna b introducing my busan gyal kang nara who's a p new muse so pls 🥵 bear w me a lil!! she's currently out here in daegu j to finish up her double degree in engineering + science in a [redacted] uni nearby ( she's a smart n alw studyin gorlie yuh ) n is currently workin part-time in sunset 2 fund her education n living!! also if u think her name sounds familiar that's bc she's kang nabi's older sis ♡ anw ive rambled 2 much under the cut is more of my ramblings ab her but who cares ab all of that boring stuff boo lets j cut 2 hittin the LIKE button where i come runnin 2 ur dms!!! also if ur a d*scord girlie like me then j send me ur @ n we can b friendos 😎

#╰ ━━ ✶ DANCING LIKE THE YOUNG AND RECKLESS ⧽ out of character .#sunsetintro #hittin the sheets now but catch me menacin in yalls dms tmr B)

hey guys!! sorry for goin awol but i'm currently overseas on a trip ( i have been for abt a week now ) and do not have access to my laptop!! i will def be back by next week ( 26 july ) so i will get to ims then!! see u all soon ♡

#can't tag cause im on mobile

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at the risk of losing this blog too, i wanted to announce to everyone that tumblr has unfortunately deleted my blog for zurie, my blog for jinam and the main so i'm kind of at my wit's end right now. i've contacted tumblr, but that can take literal weeks to resolve, so i'm thinking of trying to remake the main and hope for the best. just wanted to reiterate to everyone that sunsetkrp is NOT closed despite the termination of the main !!

#what did i come back to 😭

bezeniths

relocation ft. @wiildgeese ↪ 𝐏 𝐀 𝐒 𝐓 𝐓 𝐇 𝐑 𝐄 𝐀 𝐃

if there was one thing zurie ouypron had always hated, it was the frigidly cold sting of loneliness that often clung to her skin like a sheen of invisible grime. if no one was gracing her with their presence for even a second, she became unable to function. the haze around her would dissipate, and she was at the mercy of the real world once more.

when she had first come to daegu, her new surroundings only served to thicken that layer of loneliness, at least in the beginning. she didn't really know anyone; a lot of the friends she had made and the only semblance of family she claimed were back in laos, awaiting a portion of the funds she'd promised to send them from her new job at sunset galleria. she owed them far beyond what she'd earn in commissions, but it was quite literally the least she could do for essentially taking care of her on her trek through the small nation.

her small studio flat had never felt like home, so when another sunset employee she'd become friendly with, kang nara, mentioned needing a roommate, zurie couldn't jump at the opportunity fast enough. nara and zurie could vastly differ from one another; nara was somewhat introverted, where zurie couldn't have been more sociable. nara had this bluntness and honesty about her, whereas zurie was more prone to keeping her true feelings inside and becoming something of a doormat. still, the two forged a fairly strong friendship and got along quite well despite being so different. perhaps it was down to zurie having learned to respect nara's boundaries and being fairly skilled at reading people's energy.

maybe that was why the atmosphere inside their apartment struck her as odd when she'd stepped inside, fresh off a shift that had been wrought with its own tensions. she found nara home already, and for the first time in awhile, she couldn't seem to get an exact read on the situation. "hey ! what's up ?" she greeted the other, placing her ladybug themed raincoat over the designated hook.

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if there was one thing that kang nara had always hated, it was the unbearable, claustrophobic stuffiness that came with large crowds. and it wasn’t so much the smell of sweat or lack of fresh air that made it all so unpleasant, because nara’s had to deal with one or the other many a time when she’s had to share a tent with her father up in the mountains. rather, it was the possibility of bumping into someone she knew. of being known. of recognising and being recognised. and what this means is that she loathes the small talk, the racking through her brain trying to think of questions to signal care and concern, when all she really wants to do is to enjoy the moments that she’s reserved for herself in peace.

in this way, nara is a creature of habit. where others tire of it, she instead takes comfort in the predictability of things. of knowing that the ketchup bottle will always stay on the second shelf of the door of her fridge. that her favourite dress is on the third hanger from the left of her closet. of slowing down and allowing herself to be ready for cut sequences, be it social interactions or otherwise. suppose in this way, zurie’s become a permanent fixture in her life. zurie moving in was one of survival, an invitation extended purely because the rising cost of living meant that nara could no longer afford the luxury of renting a space all to herself. and it worried her, initially, the way they were so different from each other. indeed, where zurie was technicolour, nara was monochrome. where zurie would chatter, nara would whisper. but zurie was infectious, her effervescence and love for life peeking through the gaps of nara’s pulled blinds on a lazy sunday morning. and it wasn’t long before nara started seeking her out, three taps on zurie’s door with a newfound respect for spontaneity.

they say all good things must come to an end. she’s reminded of this when nabi declares that she’s officially moving to daegu, and being her older sister, it was obvious that nara would have to move in with her. but nara is a creature of habit, and she’s not sure if she’s ready to say goodbye to the late night makeup sessions with nowhere to go, the early morning ‘get ready with me’s when they’re both scheduled to work, or that stupidly sentimental ladybug themed raincoat zurie hangs on its designated hook, every single time without fail. “hi…” nara starts, clumsy like she’s learning to ride a bike for the first time. and what this means is that there’s that spontaneity again, that sudden, impulsive thought to grab zurie by the hand and drag her along. she means to give in, but the vulnerability of expressing her feelings is new to her, a lack of practice because she’s spent so much time looking down in large crowds that she’s managed to escape having to show care and concern for those around her.

nara restarts, pats the cushioned seat next to her on the couch with a temporising, “uh, sit down,” as she tries to find a way not to choke on her words, “there’s something i need to tell you.” nara plays with her hands, forces herself to look at zurie as she confesses, “nabi’s moving to daegu next month, and she asked me to move in with her…”

#╰ ━━ ✶ NEVER DID ANYTHING OUT OF THE BLUE ⧽ interactions .#ft. zurie ouypron 001.#bezeniths #this is long for literally no reason pls do not match bc i will be tempted 2 match n we will soon hit 1k hfjksd

she likes to think she’s practical. a woman based in logic, playing for two parts of the stem field. but when her cousin calls her so close to the witching hour about a disturbance outside her house, there’s a part of her that breaks out in cold sweat. she thought she’d left that part of her up in palgong mountain, back in the days when she’d spend her early mornings huddled around a group of park rangers as they passed around horror stories like they would a torch. she didn’t believe them then, had only bothered to stay around for the warmth. and it wasn’t until she’d experienced it for herself, a glimpse of something in the woods vague enough for one’s imagination to fill in the gaps, that she’d started to put meaning to all the past incidences that she could never quite explain.

it's this same vagueness in jinah’s call that gets to her. the rattling of windows on a breezeless day, the distant howl of a child’s cries, wood creaking on the floorboard. that’s how these stories start, isn’t it? now she’s pulling up to jinah’s place with a pair of well-worn hiking sticks, does a brief sweep of the perimeter from the safety of her car. she leaves the engine on. “jinah?” she whispers into her phone after the click, an irrational fear that the poltergeist may hear her from her vehicle, “i’m here. can you open the door?” and what she really means to say is to open the door and come get her, because she’s too afraid to step out alone.

WHO YOU GONNA CALL / @sweetreunions

#╰ ━━ ✶ NEVER DID ANYTHING OUT OF THE BLUE ⧽ interactions .#ft. kang jinah 001.#sweetreunions #pls say u get the ghostbusters reference

jenniesource

Europe World Tour Vlog on YouTube

#╰ ━━ ✶ REMEMBER WHEN YOU USED TO BE A RASCAL? ⧽ mirror .#sry for bein so slow w everything guys!!!#thx for puttin up w me orz #<3333

what's the weirdest thing that happened to you as a park ranger?

“oh, man. so my colleague and i were patrolling the mountain trail after closing hours when we saw some kind of animal stalking us. it was getting dark so we couldn’t see much, other than that it had yellow eyes and that it was pretty big. it made a noise that didn’t sound close to anything we knew or anything that we expected to see there, and we got really scared so we slowly walked away from it. didn’t want to run in case it would chase us. we reported the incident to our manager and they sent out a team to investigate, but there was no trace of the animal. not even footprints. everyone thought we were lying!”

#╰ ━━ ✶ BLOODY MARY'S LACKING IN TABASCO ⧽ inbox .#yes i totally know ab what happens up in the mountains #me who has trouble climbing stairs HFJSD #tq 4 sending this in!!!! <33333

she’s eight when she finds out she doesn’t want to be a mother. the realisation comes to her in between mother’s swelling head as her impassioned lectures fall as spittle on nara’s cheeks, and her choking up mid-sentence, face in her palms as she’s overcome with tears. in hindsight, nara understands her mother’s anger. after all, she wasn’t the sort to see value in being on her best behaviour, always known to be as inflexible as her sister was malleable. so perhaps it is better that she comes to the conclusion that she doesn’t want to be a mother when she’s still so young, a decade shy of the age in which she’s wise enough to ponder on the cognitive dissonance between understanding mother’s anger, yet still feeling resentful for the way she raised her voice.

but the point is that kang nara had abandoned any fantasies of being a mother early on, so much so that her maternal instinct is akin to a limb suffering atrophy from lack of use. you can spot its tells here, from the way her arms give way when she first holds the lost cat she finds in jinah’s backyard, to the way she’s staring helplessly at the animal as it folds itself into one corner of the cage and nara, at the other, far corner of her room. day two and she’s desperate to wash the cat off her hands, thinks to bring it to the police station or a neighbourhood shelter—just wherever—until the ‘have you seen momo?’ poster nailed to a tree near sunset catches her attention. a few hours later and she’s here, some ways from home, cat carrier in hand.

some may say it’s dangerous for her to be here, standing by a neighbourhood bench alone and so close to dusk. but there was a familiarity in the cat owner’s baritone, the same soothing quality that she’s certain she’s heard before. and it’s this curiosity that gets to her, causes her to strain her neck like she’s peering amidst a large crowd. she doesn’t stop until she catches him round the corner, and she taps a finger awkwardly against the carrier’s handle if only to find something to do as he closes the distance. “hi…” she scans his features, tries to place him in the supercut of her memories but her shoulders fall when she comes up short, “are you min haru?” tight smile on her lips as she hands him the carrier, “i think this belongs to you.”

PAW PATROL / @minhru

#╰ ━━ ✶ NEVER DID ANYTHING OUT OF THE BLUE ⧽ interactions .#ft. min haru 001.#minhru #this is so LATE im sorry TT

if you could pick, would you rather never speak again or never see again?

“oh, easy— i’d never speak again. i don’t really like talking anyway.”

#╰ ━━ ✶ BLOODY MARY'S LACKING IN TABASCO ⧽ inbox .#ahhh behind on dms again sorry!!!#i got sick so the due date for my assignment was extended whoops #catch me in ur dms once im done w this section!!

what would you say is the most foolproof way to your heart?

“hmm… i notice i tend to like people who share the same hobbies or like the same things as i do. in a way, it makes me feel like they get me, you know? something about wanting to be understood. but… oh, i don’t know. you’ll have to let me know when you find out.”

#╰ ━━ ✶ BLOODY MARY'S LACKING IN TABASCO ⧽ inbox .#<333 #dms done!! i think......#if i haven't replied 2 u pls nudge me orz

does your future lie in the city or the countryside?

“i can honestly say both. i’d stay in the city purely for the job opportunities, but i’d probably have to travel to the countryside often in my field of work. the point of my whole degree was to get paid to mountaineer and, well… not many mountains in the city, so…”

#╰ ━━ ✶ BLOODY MARY'S LACKING IN TABASCO ⧽ inbox .#tq 4 sendin this in!!!! <3 #also i lied i was too busy to get to my dms today sry orz #will try tmr!!

sunsetkrp

𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐘 𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐑 !

reblog if you'd like to take part !!

#╰ ━━ ✶ BLOODY MARY'S LACKING IN TABASCO ⧽ inbox .#dm replies later!!! <333

her house is a pressure chamber made of taut smiles pulling against gritted teeth, and she is there, hiding in its corner. like a prey in captivity, she bides her time studying its patterns, notices how the pressure ebbs and flows. each cycle, it culminates in a net positive. each cycle, it rounds further against her chest until it’s tangible enough that she begins to wonder if this is the cycle it’ll crush her whole. and here is the rub: kang nara has always had a hand on the latch. her knuckles are permanently white from the grip she holds around its metal bar, and in one swift, decisive movement, she could set herself free.

but the memories of one’s youth is a tricky thing. see, once upon a time, she’d pull on the latch, let the pressure out only to find that she’d wounded everyone else around her. and it wasn’t just the people that stood outside the door. it was her parents. it was her friends. it was nabi. now, every time she places her hand on the latch, she thinks of them. of all the bad that she’d cause and all the havoc that could arise from it. and she’d hesitate, long enough that the cycle ends and the panic subsides, and she can finally take that necessary breath.

today is one of those days. she’s sipping on her flat white, pen in hand, when she hears a nagging voice. looks up to find a spitfire customer hassling sodam about a drink she’s ordered, and she feels that pressure grow. she doesn’t realise it, how she’s begun tapping her pen against the table impatiently, glances indignantly at the time displayed on her tablet. 6.49pm. and there’s that voice in her head again, drowning the customer’s complaints as it entertains: what would happen if she just let go? there’s no one here that knows her other than sodam, and she’s not wearing jvyeon’s uniform. from the lady’s manicured nails, it’s unlikely that she’d ever bother with mountaineering or the like to ever step foot in her shop. it would be an isolated incident. an exception. a short, tempering, needed 11 minutes.

“hey,” she doesn’t remember the walk here, only that she’s tapping on the lady’s shoulder, and she realises that she’s left the formalities and the taut smile back with her things, “can you…?” nara drags two pinched fingers across her lips in a zipping motion, “you’re disturbing the peace.” she drags her gaze derisively along the lady’s form, darts momentarily towards sodam, then back to the matter at hand, “this is a study-friendly zone. you know, you should try it sometime.” a smile. “to learn some manners.”

ANTI-KAREN DINNER CLUB / @realityclub

#╰ ━━ ✶ NEVER DID ANYTHING OUT OF THE BLUE ⧽ interactions .#ft. kwon sodam 001.#realityclub #this is dramatic but i wrote this at 5am so #pls dont match <33

hey guys! just an update that i've put nara on hiatus till the 26th of june because i have a really, really important deadline coming up! i'll try to be active still but dms are just gonna be really slow till then bc i'm literally that meme where once i start talking i cannot shut up... anw thanks for ur understanding and i'm super sorry for taking a hiatus so soon after joining! also if ur wondering i promise i'm not ignoring u ilu mwah!!! ♡

#╰ ━━ ✶ DANCING LIKE THE YOUNG AND RECKLESS ⧽ out of character .#im still gna try 2 reply 2 dms by tn!!!

her closet runs a size larger than it’s meant to. it’s the way she was brought up, mother always bringing home dresses for girls twelve and up when she’s only eight. you’ll grow into it, mother promises, secures the sash around her waist in a tighter bow so the dress doesn’t completely swallow her form. the thing about growing up with habits is you don’t question if it’s normal. you simply believe it to be so, chalk it up to some shared experience when the shoe flies off your foot as you’re walking down the sidewalk. that is to say, kang nara only knows herself to grow, to always be challenged with fitting into bigger shoes and even then, bigger still. she doesn’t know what it means to have her shoes fit her the way it’s meant to. to come as she is.

suppose it’s why the lady gets to her. the customer hassles her colleague for an expired discount and nara stamps her feet to the ground. a minute later, and the lady resorts to yelling. to mocking nara’s authority in what she sees as a dead-end job. to pointing out all the ways in which her clothes don’t fit. and suppose she’s right. because kang nara may have a bright future ahead of her, but the thing about the future is it isn’t set in stone. it’s a finish line that’s always shifting. it’s big shoes that’s constantly growing. and no matter what nara claims to have, all that she really has is this: this dead-end job in a mall.

now it’s ten minutes past the end of her shift and she’s sitting in the back trying to hold in her tears. the specks of mascara on the hem of her sleeve lets her know she’s failed. there’s a voice in the back of her head reminding her that nabi’s waiting for her somewhere, but she can’t bring herself to get up and walk. so she gives herself five more minutes, and five more minutes after that, and she doesn’t move from her spot until she hears the door open. and maybe it’s instinct from all the years she’s dealt with her sister barging in on her after an argument with their mom, to know that it’s nabi without having to see her. “nabi, just uh…” nara keeps her back to her, places the back of her hand over her nose as she sniffles, “just give me five minutes. i’ll be out in a sec.”

MY SISTER'S KEEPER / @wingspin

#╰ ━━ ✶ NEVER DID ANYTHING OUT OF THE BLUE ⧽ interactions .#ft. kang nabi 001.#wingspin

who in the world would you want to be? dead or alive.

“oh, tabei junko, a thousand percent. she’s the first woman to climb the seven summits—those are the highest mountains of each continent. it’s a huge achievement and a huge, huge dream of mine. not that it’d ever happen because i don’t plan on dedicating my entire life to that kind of mountaineering, but… yeah.”

#╰ ━━ ✶ BLOODY MARY'S LACKING IN TABASCO ⧽ inbox .#sry 4 the inactivity guys im j a lil bz rn #ill be back this weekend!!

what was your favourite part about being a park ranger? do you want to go back?

“my favourite part of being a park ranger was being close to nature, because it felt like i had a piece of my dad with me. sometimes, when it was really quiet, i almost felt like he’d run up from behind me and lecture me for skipping ahead, just like he always did. he’s the main reason why i fell in love with nature and why i chose my degree. i wouldn’t go back though. it was taking up too much of my time and i felt like my grades were slipping. after graduating… well, i’d probably pursue something else because i want to make use of my degree. but definitely somewhere in the mountains. that will always be a part of me.”

#╰ ━━ ✶ BLOODY MARY'S LACKING IN TABASCO ⧽ inbox .#<333

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