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byejinnie:

at this point jinyoung’s got a million possibilities running wild within his mind —- his bald head in the mirror, the laughter of his students echoing into the night, and all of their assignments having presentations attached which consisted of an in depth explanation of how the symbolism somehow tied into how squeaky clean seonsaeng’s head was. it was a nightmare, and he can’t help but control the panic that’s channeling his temper. “yes, bubblegum,” an aggravated sigh, more so at himself than his counterpart, “uhmm —- greasy…greasy….yeah…i don’t know there’s tons of greasy things in this world, and for some reason when i moved in a week ago, i didn’t think to buy any.”

SHE REGARDED THE man quizzically, as if just that would help the problem at hand. it wasn’t an issue she had any personal experience with, but still she frowned as she tried to get a better view. «how ..» she began, but then shook her head as a she realized it didn’t really matter, «never mind. uuh, would you mind if i .. had a closer look ?» her HOME wasn’t far away from here and she knew for certain she had oil, but something told her the man wouldn’t accept such a bizarre suggestion from a stranger.

#❛・° — we are all just stars that have people names › threads ̖́-#ft. jinyoung

chdahee:

Dahee nodded understanding what she meant “ Yeah but if you don’t focus so much on the standards and just focus on what you are doing right now it might be easier “ she suggested and shrugged her shoulders and then smiled “ Yeah totally, I will let you know as soon as I see some free time which should be soon “

SHE WEIGHED THOSE WORDS for only a second before nodding slowly. «yeah, you’re right. i suppose it’s just difficult,» yeri replied, smiling carefully. «were you headed anywhere in particular now ?»

#❛・° — we are all just stars that have people names › threads ̖́-#ft. dahee #q.

calmtea

#❛・° — even the stars need time to map her into constellations › aesthetic ̖́-#q.

yeongthegiant:

Any time that he’d been able to meet someone who ran around similar circles as him, he was grateful - most of the people he tended to befriend nowadays claimed music to be a hobby for them. Something fun to do on the side while they focused on something else more… substantial that a member of their families had set them out to do, to carry on some family business. Music was his lifeblood. Not a fall back, not a hobby. Something that he’d set out to do from day one - despite any ill-wishes or manipulation that so-called family directed toward him.

So the bit of encouragement from the woman didn’t feel like empty words, Like someone calling out from a safe distance. It felt like something real, and it struck a chord with him. “Ah, thank you,” Deryl found himself saying, slightly bashful. “I could–I could show you something I’ve been working on if I see you again,” he said.

SOME WOULD SAY SHE sounded more like a dreamer than a woman of practical solutions, but dreams were what had brought her to where she was standing today: dreams and the inherent belief that all people were good and worthy and capable. it was necessary when the world was as c r u e l as it was, and thought mostly people didn’t share her MINDSET she’d happily believe in it in solitude if she had to. still, this stranger seemed to share the belief in music even from their small interaction, and yeri gave him a smile. «i’d like that. maybe i could .. give you my number or something,» she suggested bashfully. «oh, and it’s yeri, by the way. heo yeri.»

#❛・° — we are all just stars that have people names › threads ̖́-#ft. deryl #i wld give a lung for deryl pass it on #q.

artisvn:

though strides carried him forward toward their new destination, his heart held him back, stuck in the past, memories of the two circling, memories of a time where they manage to get closer— but they never quite made it all the way. off timing, a voice in his head echoed ruefully, telling him that this time would be no different. the suddenness of yeri’s compliment brought a QUICK coloring to tanned cheeks, embarrassment blooming throughout his visage. ‘ thanks, ’ he answered, bashful; but grateful, nonetheless. ‘ you do too … look good, i mean. you always do, but … ’

SHE TOLD HERSELF NOT to get her hopes up. no matter how close she seemed to get every time, it was never close enough. it was as if the universe was telling them that this was, and would forever be, their FINAL destination. and it wasn’t a bad place to be, all things considered — it just wasn’t what she wished for. «oh,» she uttered in surprise, trying to hide the evident blush now, «that’s .. nice of you.»

#❛・° — we are all just stars that have people names › threads ̖́-#ft. sehyun #q.

jaevns:

⊰ ❀ ⊱ — jaeun has been dozing off standing at the bus spot for god knows how long, suitcase between legs and backpack resting on top with the girl leaning forward, head on top. eyes were closed as arms tighten themselves around her luggage because even in her sleep - filled haze she’s on high alert of her surroundings. normally, jaeun would not be dozing off like this, or be this exhausted really but she’s had a long week prior and is now just returning from a rural side of south korea where her mother resided. they had been doing a memorial for her late brother for a week, even went up to the temples and prayed. all of that has left the poor girl completely exhausted—- mentally and physically; hence the reasoning of her cat nap at the bus stop. it wasn’t until she felt her suit case being knocked over jaeun jolted wide awake, head snapping up and looking around. body the first to really respond as the woman stands, quickly picking up her items. ❛ i’m sorry … i shouldn’t have been in the way.. ❜ jaeun murmurs as she glances up, ❛ are you okay? ❜

IT WOULD’VE BEEN easily avoided if yeri had just paid better attention, but she had grown restless among crowds after years moving from one set of rough hands to another. all she could bring herself to do now was keep her head l o w and walked at a pace that suggested she’d rather be left alone, and whilst this wasn’t always the case she found a sense of SAFETY in it regardless. there was something so vulnerable about people, for yeri it was always in her lyrics, but nothing was quite as vulnerable as someone lying on the ground — which was exactly what she did now. pushing herself up as quickly as her body would allow her, embarrassment in a red hue on her cheeks. «i’m fine, oh my god — i’m so sorry !! did i break any of your things ??»

#❛・° — we are all just stars that have people names › threads ̖́-#ft. jaeun #hesfkmlds im sry i cant write !! hello love !!#q.

chdahee:

“ aww well you have gotten through the hard part before so you will get through it again “ she responded wanting to encouraging to her friend. “ Yeah I’m very much enjoying it “ she replied with a nod.

«I SUPPOSE YOU’RE right,» she admitted with a hesitant smile, «but it’s always harder the second time around. you gotta live up to the STANDARDS you’ve already set, you know.» yeri gave a nod. «i’m glad to hear that. let me know if you ever have time for a coffee or something in your busy student schedule !»

#❛・° — we are all just stars that have people names › threads ̖́-#ft. dahee #q.

byejinnie:

stupidity S T R I K E S could be a proper title for the situation. when you have exactly one hundred self-portraits created by none other than a group of 14 year old students — and you PROCRASTINATED until the last possible moment to grade them, you’ll find yourself in the exact same predicament as jinyoung. what better to keep his focus than chewing the entirety of a pack of gum all at once? what worse could happen besides falling A S L E E P with the wad still in his mouth? not for long —- the pink lump had to have been personified, had a mind of its own the way that it had spread itself into the raven locks of hair that adorned jinyoung’s head. his brother would know just what to do. but his brother wasn’t here, in another country, and jinyoung had been yanking at the shit all day long. it was to ask for help — or to start the new trend of bubblegum haircuts. ”um…this is gonna be weird, but…do you know how to get bubblegum out of hair? i fucked up…”

SHE HAD BEEN APPROACHED to receive a number of weird questions, or requests, and they always left the singer-songwriter baffled no matter how many times she encountered them. her days were usually spent in solitude whilst working, if she wasn’t playing a show or meeting for some gig — and she hadn’t really had any plans of anything but exactly that today as well. when the man stopped her to ask about g u m in his hair ( and she had to give it to him, it was a FIRST ), she had to stop to realize that she had, indeed, heard it right. «bubblegum ?» she asked, but her voice was light without any hint of judgement present. «i’d try something like oil, or butter. something greasy ?»

#❛・° — we are all just stars that have people names › threads ̖́-#ft. jinyoung #hello bub my name's cecy n i can't write it's nice to meet u :' )))#hjfskmfs #q.

tcemins:

had it of been anyone else’s papers being swept off by the wind, and taemin had been there to witness it just as he did a few seconds ago, he would of kept on walking. involving himself in other people’s misfortunes was only enjoyable when he had some sort of upper hand or could benefit in some degree from their fuck up – but upon realizing it was yeri, taemin had immediately felt that familiar tug of fondness in him that somewhere along the way had developed. he was barely fond of anyone. her demeanor made it difficult to be too brash and rude ; taemin contained himself. at yeri’s apology, he brushes it off because he doesn’t need it. “you’re not a burden,” he corrects, fixing her with a look, “what were you doing before that happened?”

SHE WASN’T SURE WHY he stuck around, but she was eternally grateful nonetheless — they were as different as could be, but what was the day without a little night ? there was an odd calm he brought with him, a promise that she wasn’t alone, and she wouldn’t have to be. the REASSURANCE in his comment had her smiling tentatively. yeri felt the urge to thank him again, but it felt redundant and in a way she was certain he knew the appreciation she felt towards him regardless of her comments. «just writing. i wasn’t paying attention and just knocked it over. pretty dumb.»

#i mean ur right #she's more like 4 n a half lbr #❛・° — we are all just stars that have people names › threads ̖́-#ft. taemin #q.

gfriendunited

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#i lov u princess #❛・° — she wore a thousand faces to hide her own › visage ̖́-#q.

hyecn:

━━ one, twenty - four hour stream & too many monster energy drinks later, hyeon has finally emerged from her apartment to STEP into sunlight. admittedly, the brightness blinds her momentarily but soon after she’s A D O R N I N G large sunglasses to protect her eyes. one might even assume she’s hungover, but it was quite the opposite ; perhaps the excuse of alcohol being the source of her disheveled appearance would’ve been better accepted, though there wouldn’t be a chance of her coming up with such a mitigation. frame pauses in the middle of the sidewalk ━━ neck craning back as she allows sunrays to sink into her pores in hopes that it’ll help her feel more ENERGIZED. in the midst of such an act, another force collides with her, causes a loud SCREECH to come from chapped lips. ❛ ━━ CHRIST, i think i’ve a c t u a l l y just suffered from a heart attack. i gotta ease up on the energy drinks ! ❜ palm rests over her heart, enjoying the FEELING of genuinely being able to feel how alive she is. it’s an afterthought to check on said stranger. ❛ i didn’t hurt you too bad, right ? ❜

IT HAD BEEN one of those longer nights with no sleep, all work. being an independent singer-songwriter should’ve had one very obvious advantage — that being that yeri made her own working hours, as long as she was able to pay her bills and whatnot. but she was her own worst CRITIC, as the cliches would have it, and nothing was good enough until it was perfect. it was almost like a drug, she realized that, and yet she had no intention of changing it: it was how she distanced herself from the world and she needed the escape. but she could also recognize the complications of that when she, wandering half asleep from a writing session, bumped into a stranger and stepped a few steps back from the impact. «are you okay ??» anxious voice cried out as the other mentioned a heart attack. «no-no, i’m fine. how are you ??»

#❛・° — we are all just stars that have people names › threads ̖́-#ft. hyeon #helLO BUB im sry i cant ehfjsnskd write #q.

carinvs:

— ❛ FLATTERIES WERE COMMON to her – she was used to listening to those all the time, enough to make her ego inflated; bloated, even. when those came from yeri, she felt differently, she felt it in her heart, truly – it was only her effect, carina had to remind herself – it was only that she was way too powerful, and she knew the path straight to her heart. “ this is a lie, and you know it. ” she spoke softly, feeling unworthy of any ounce of admiration that her sister could direct at her. trained eyes scanned through dozen of lined dresses, a way of distracting herself, a way of choosing the right words to say, ignoring the refusal from the other. “ those here would look nice, but it’s not– ” hands clasped together as she looked at what she had been looking for. “ i think i actually found it now. ”

SHE WOULD BE the first to admit that many things in this world frightened her — death, loneliness, inadequacy above all perhaps. but with carina the younger could almost fool herself into believing she was INVINCIBLE, powered solely by the other’s effortless light yeri so often basked in. she knew carina inside out, and the older had unravelled her the exact same way, and with every flaw unfolded they only seemed to grow closer. «i don’t lie,» she replied in a certain tone, finding it was the truth. «really, carina. today’s about you. i’m fine.»

#❛・° — we are all just stars that have people names › threads ̖́-#ft. carina #this is short n bad i love u #q.

mcnkyos:

HANDS FILLED WITH THE scattered papers, now collectively aligned in stack & in her rather tight grasp so they wouldn’t end up becoming as they were previously, she held them outwards towards the female whom was doing so as she was seconds ago. ‘ no problem, always ready to help when needed, ’ she stated, sat back on her haunches. the feel of the grass tickled the material of her jeans, palms FAINTLY covered with dirt but it wasn’t as if she minded. warm hues observed the way yeri plucked up the sheets of paper, & was on her own feet within a matter of moments to hold out a hand for her. the acknowledgment of how it felt to do something embarrassing resonated with her deeply & therefore her calm exterior that shone through now; took years of practice.

WITH YEARS SHE HAD tried to grow accustomed to being on her own, which she had always hoped would be a task that’d grow simpler with time. but if anything, yeri found herself growing more fond of the company of friends, more attached and more dependent. it was why minkyo’s presence made her instantly grow calmer, and her smile widened as she accepted the other’s hand with a grateful nod. retrieving the papers, yeri sighed almost soundlessly, no need to comment on just how EMBARRASSED she would’ve felt without the other there. «sorry about that,» she commented silently and gave minkyo the slightest of pouts. «can i interest you in a cup of coffee or something ? as a thank you. honestly.»

#❛・° — we are all just stars that have people names › threads ̖́-#ft. minkyo #q.

chdahee:

Dahee smiled gently “ and I guess the writing has been going well ? “ she replied with a question, she sometimes envied Yeri for being so good with words “ Ah yeah you know school has been keeping me busy “

YERI BARELY NODDED, as if tentative herself — it was hard to assess one’s own work after all. «i guess so ? at least i feel like i’m almost finished with the writing process. the HARD part comes now,» she chuckled. «ah, yeah. are you enjoying it ?»

#❛・° — we are all just stars that have people names › threads ̖́-#ft. dahee #i gotchu bub !!#q.

artisvn:

a b o y i s h smile overtook his features with her agreement to their seemingly official ( seemingly about to take place ), coffee date — no, coffee get together ? he wasn’t sure which description comforted him more, which one kept his HOPES relatively low ( because, really— he’d never been able to do so when it came to her ). ‘ no, i mean—- you’d be keeping me occupied, but in a pleasant way. the kind of occupied you want to be. ’ the words felt a w k w a r d falling from his lips, cluttered half as bad as his thoughts—but his words were true; he’d never mind time spent with yeri. long strides carried him forward, closer to her— before he set off in the direction of the nearest cafe he knew of. ‘ let’s go. ’

SHE DIDN’T HAVE the bravery to voice the question lying dormant on her heart for so long, maybe because she deep inside already knew the answer so well: what are we ? some thing were better left unsaid for a reason — maybe she just failed to see that she didn’t want to know. she had always thought distance to be BENEFICIAL for them: with their history it seemed as if fate was playing a cruel game of placing them together when it never seemed to work out. she didn’t dare hope for anything different now. «you look good, by the way,» the comment slipped before she could think twice. «i mean .. yeah, you look .. you know. good.»

#❛・° — we are all just stars that have people names › threads ̖́-#ft. sehyun #q.

[ message → Yeri 💖 ]

yuna: of course !

yuna: you should join me for a class sometime could be fun!

yuna: just don't overwork yourself, okay?

yeri: ooh i'd love to ! just let me know when 💖

yeri: i'll take care of myself if you take care too ☺️

#❛・° — and isn't that what you always wanted? to be emptied and filled? › texts ̖́-#ft. yuna #q.

saeryvn:

SUN-SLATHERED SKIN MEETS divine touch — he comes to yield, a healthy pink blossoming where her fingers have mellowed him, more like soul twining than casual intimacy. he believes this NECESSARY, an easy and intrinsic display of affection that no longer steals the air from his lungs ( they’re desiccated, like the precipice on which they stand ) but continues to burn the flat of his tongue and the tail-end of his throat, as if he’s swallowing something morose or acrid or HIM. he doesn’t know if she’ll like the edges of him that aren’t as sublime. ‘ i’m okay. we can go, if you’d like. wherever you want. ’

SHE LIKED TO BELIEVE she guarded the walls of her heart, but they were made of paper and she was made of it — and whilst she had grown up being discarded of, she found homes in the most UNLIKELY of places. she had gravitated towards saeryun from the very first moment her eyes had locked with his honeyed hues, salvation for a life spent in smothering grips, a safe haven in the form of strong arms and soft touches — she had nothing to offer him in return. «did you eat ?» the question slipped out of concern as well as affection. «i’m making dinner tonight if .. you want to come over ?»

#❛・° — we are all just stars that have people names › threads ̖́-#ft. saeryun #ft cecy cant write #q.

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