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Silence. So much silence that her question sounded loud in the room. It was almost embarrassing, second-hand embarrassment that Sena often suffered from. Why was beauty such a big thing? Why did people feel the need to be better and prettier than others. She knew that plastic surgery was a well-known option, she had often even thought about getting it herself. Just like botox.
Hands rested flat against the surface on the table, a soft laughter filling the room. “Who said that it is not possible to make yourself look more beautiful?” Brows raised upon her own question, “There is a lot of things you can do to change your appearance, but the most beautiful thing is still confidence.”
Her eyes diverted to the side. Yumi already knew she was pretty, and of course, it’s obviously impossible to get any prettier (in her mind). She was confident about herself and her looks. However, her personality was another thing.
“Well... me... because how can I be any prettier than this?” It was a rhetorical question that slipped her lips as she grinned to herself. Yeah, call her cocky and whatnot, it’s just how she feels. Perhaps, the girl didn’t quite grasp her sarcasm before. “Confidence is always the key to beauty, don’t you think?”
updated my tracker, so if i am missing anyone, feel free to message me. i am terribly slow at replies due to summer courses, so i apologize once more for being dead. i am slowly, very slowly working on replies, so please be patient with me! i would say message me on twitter, but i am barely there as well, for now. just... approximately three more weeks and i’ll have my month of summer break. :^( i’ll get to replies whenever i have the time (like today but i gtg now).
“but did you do it?”
Eyes squinting ever so slightly at the boy standing tall, right in front of her. The corner of her lips upturned into a itsy-bitsy smirk while her hands rested on her hips. “Tch, of course not, who do you think I am? Even if I’m... a piece of shit, I guess, I would not defy the law. But you know, it’s interesting to talk about... robbing a bank,” she said, only uttering the last sentence softly. If Ji Soo heard her say something like this, she swore... he would give her a punch in the face. (Or maybe he wouldn’t.) “Anyways, I was just in the bank, depositing some money and then, I saw the safe opened up and bro... I bet you there were millions and billions of cash in there!”
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メール: @sarcemiaメッセージ: pretty cities + madridステータス: not accepting
Madrid: Describe your aesthetic.
Her aesthetic consist of her room with its blinds slightly opened, allowing the sun rays to gleam through. It also consist of her eyes taking in the vast blue ocean and its waves crashing allow the shoreline. It consists of the nice, gorgeous shade of blue sky with its specks of clouds, Passion 5 on its busy day, and the crisp, green grass on her campus. That’s her aesthetic.
スターター: @sarcemia タイトル: another visitor
Another ordinary day for Bae Yumi. Another day about to be spent in the hospital. However, this time, she decided to stay for a couple hours due to her slight phobia of the hospital.
Arriving at one of the oldest hospitals in Seoul, Seoul National University Hospital, Yumi made her way to Hana’s private room. The moment she found herself standing in front of the door, she could already feel another presence besides Hana. Was it that dude again? Should she wait until he leaves? No. Today, she decided to invite herself in. “Hello, I’ve... seen you in here a couple of times. Were you close to Hana?”
You’re scared to tell people how much it hurts, so you keep it all to yourself.
(via neuroticdream)
セルフ: yumi’s trigger, returns.
bae yumi despised the hospital with the entirety of her heart. she simply had too many bad memories associated with it. the main reason was her childhood friend’s death. whenever she received any medical related calls, she immediately freezes in place, not wanting to hear what was going on. it didn’t matter if it was a normal check up, or just a friend fainting in class, or even someone getting a shot; she hated those phone calls.
yumi despised the hospital because: 1. they weren’t quick enough to save her best friend 2. they’re unreliable 3. she loathed the smell associated with the hospital
of course, she couldn’t a hundred percent blame the hospital for jinsoo’s death. it was all because of that drunk driver’s hit-and-run. ever since then, she continued to get traumatized whenever she witnesses a car crash or anything related to that sort. it brought her back to when she was barely thirteen years old.
those were her triggers. and those were the things that would always break her down.
it was 5:32AM when she received a call early in the morning. 서울대학교병원 was what the caller id read.
her hand started to shake as her heart raced against her chest. no... her mind kept repeating the words over and over again. no, hana should be fine. mom and dad should be fine. i just saw them yesterday for dinner. there’s no fucking way... her delusional self attempted to calm herself down until she picked up the call.
“hello, is this miss bae yumi? we’re calling from seoul national university hospital.” “y-yes, this is she.” “we’re sorry to info--” “no. shut up.” “miss. we apologize, but your older sister, bae hana, is currently in the hospital with a coma from a car accident.”
unknowingly, tears started to roll down her now pale cheeks. she immediately ended the call and ran out of her apartment. her fingers fiddled with the sides of her iphone, shaking as she called for a taxi to take her to the hospital. why... why a car accident? why hana?? her mind was filled with voices. she blamed herself once again. maybe she could’ve been there for her. maybe she could’ve somehow stopped this from happening. why did it always happen to the people she loved and cared for the most?
bae hana was her older sister and she was her idol. why did this have to happen?
the moment she arrived at the hospital, yumi ran to the front desk and asked for bae hana’s room number. her whole body was shaking, not taking this in well. she raced to her older sister’s personal hospital room and when she arrived, her parents were already there.
tears continued to slip down her cheeks as she made her way to her sister’s side and gingerly held her hand.
“unnie... wake up. this isn’t a joke... don’t leave me too.”
hiatus until 08/05.
on mobile, but i'd like to say that i will be on a semi-hiatus to full hiatus for two weeks because i really have to focus on my studies right now (since this class is the hardest section out of three). I will get to replies after these two weeks! please be patient with me. I appreciate it very, very much.
The immense night sky cloaked the city. Time proceeded to sink into the next day, and almost everyone had reduced their actions to a mere zero. Yet, the male couldn’t keep his eyes closed in the darkness of his own room. He had shifted himself into almost every possible sleeping position. But nothing lured his active thoughts into slumber. Another sleepless night. Another wasted source of energy.
Ji Soo wasn’t fond of staying up late, as the boy had too many things to handle that required his full energy. But there were nights like this. Not often, but they existed. Strange, but he had nights like this where all he could think about was school. As in the courses he took and the lessons he learned. He’d think about them and even overanalyze them. Like a student who pulled an all-nighter for a final exam the next day. Only, he didn’t. He was simply reviewing concepts out of his own interest. Things like police laws and criminal investigations. The boy dedicated his whole life in that field. Everything he learned was scripture to him. He couldn’t help but miss that life he had.
An idea popped up in his mind at the midst of his constant turning. One that required bothering a certain person, but would result in a peace of mind. He had brushed it off several times, after finding it ridiculous several times as well. But as hours passed, and his eyes remained open, he began to give in to the ridiculous idea. A sudden groan pierces through the silence of his room as it erupted from the sheet of his blanket. His hand slammed itself on the surface of the small cabinet next to his bed as it blindly searched for his phone. Getting a grip on it, he contacted her.
( sms ⟶ Bae Yumi ) Hey, hopefully, you don’t wake up and just read this tomorrow. But are you free tomorrow? I wanted to do some studying with you if you don’t mind.
Three in the morning, maybe a bit past that, and Yumi was still wide awake. It was normal for her to be so sleepless, falling asleep so late and sometimes, not even sleeping at all. Her eyes were fixated on the summery night sky that was blanketed with a few sparkle of stars here and there. Ah... what a tiring day. It’s always so tiring. She wondered how her older sister was doing despite not contacting her often, she always wondered if her older sister was doing well or not. Maybe she should go to their apartment next weekend and sleep there for the week.
Yumi was mindlessly lost in her thoughts until a bright gleam of light appeared within her peripheral vision. Who... would text at this time of day? Her eyes glossed over the message before she saw who it was. Ah... the hard worker, Ji Soo. It took a couple minutes before she decided to send a text back.
から: Kim Ji Soo > Ah, no worries, I was already awake. > I’m free! Where do you want to meet up? The library? > But... I have work in the afternoon, so if you want, you can hang out at my workplace and study there as well. If it’s not busy, I’ll come by and sit down with you. > Also, you should go sleep. I’ll meet you at Seoul Metropolitan Library around... 12PM? We can study for three hours before I head to work. > Goodnight!
Maybe she sent too many texts, but it didn’t matter. She enjoyed having little talks anyways, to those who she was fairly close to, that is. Rubbing at her eyes, she went back into the comforts of her room and plopped on her bed. Within minutes, the young girl fell asleep. It’ll be morning soon.
A tired groan escaped Yumi’s lips before she sleepily searched for her phone. 11:21AM was what the time read. Yumi shot straight up from her bed and muttered curses under her breath before she ran to get ready. Maybe... Ji Soo wouldn’t mind... her being thirty minutes late.
I am so dang slow with replies and starters, I apologize. Don’t hate me. T____T I have updated my calendar of replies and starters and all those stuff. So if I am missing anyone, please feel free to message me! I will slowly, but surely work on everything. Thank you for your patience!
I am typically on Twitter more due to the easier access on my phone, so feel free to message me there as well! It’s yulreis. Also, keep in mind that my Twitter is less of a literate platform for Yumi and it’s mainly DMs that will be mirrored literacy. (Also, I need a place to not be so literate, LMAO.) So yes... Thank you again for being patient with this slow human bean.
Edit: I FORGOT TO ADD... that I’m going to kind of revamp Yumi a bit? Or well, expand more on her background and whatnot.
スターター: @chaoticer タイトル: sorry, table’s taken... (not)
Yumi was enjoying her lunch at McDonald’s and of course, during rush hours, the tables are always filled up with people. Luckily, she was able to grab one table to herself. With her tray placed down on her table along with her two cheeseburgers and a ten piece chicken nuggets box, the hungry girl started munching on her food and before she was half-way done with her burger she was interrupted by a stranger.
“Hey, sorry. Is the table taken?” Her eyes squinted at the male before slowly nodding her head, “...Yes...”
スターター: @5ydnx (for jung eunbi) タイトル: hello... miss?
It had been a good fifteen minutes since the strange customer had been circling around the bakery. Yumi’s eyebrows only furrowed in annoyance because all she thought was that, if the young girl wasn’t going to buy anything, then she should just leave. Was she just loitering around Passion 5? Or was she really having trouble picking out something to get? Who knows.
As another five minutes had passed, Yumi finally decided to go up to the girl. “Hey, are you planning on buying something? Or do you need some help?”
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“i read something about revenants, that they-” “what the fuck are revenants?” something i am. “woah, wait—are those fangs?!” “what, no. legit shut up before i punch you.”
he’s human, even if the blood coursing through his veins says otherwise.
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スターター: @0110-0111 タイトル: that’s... a lot of piercings, man.
Not having classes meant work in the morning. And night time to herself. Of course, she didn’t mind it much, besides waking up fairly early just to go to work.
Rubbing at her eyes as softly as she can in order not to mess up her applied mascara, Yumi heard the chime that indicated that a customer had walked in. She cleared her throat for a second before looking up at the guy which she soon realized that it was a friend of hers, “Good morning, welcome to Passi-- Wait, did you get more piercings, Grey?”
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she wakes up to a distinct pattering sound just outside her window, the usual flood of sunlight now bathed in a cool sheen of grey. distantly, she can hear someone groaning from the other room, but all that’s elicited from her is a sigh. rain, she thinks absentmindedly, scrubbing at her eyes to rid of all lingering traces of sleepiness. summer has turned as it does each year, hot and muggy, washed over with intermittent traces of wetness. jisoo has never minded it- if anything, she’s reassured, a hint of a smile at her lips when she turns onto her side.
the fridge is empty so she’d taken it upon herself to make a quick trip downstairs. no one spares her a glance, too caught up in avoiding the puddles gathering steadily on the sidewalk to care. she allows a couple minutes to drift off on her own, lost in her mid-morning thoughts before returning to the confines of the apartment. she’s just setting down her bag of snacks when a series of impatient knocks ring out.
“who-oh, are you—“ she barely manages to speak before she’s bursting into laughter. (in her defense…well, she’ll work on that later.) “well, hello to you too! i should get a towel-yep, i’m getting you a towel.” she pauses mid-step, grins— “oh- and welcome back.”— and flits off.
Fucking weather. It’s supposed to be summer, so why the sudden showers in Seoul? Normally, Yumi would not mind the rain, if she knew it was coming. However, being the girl she is, she never, ever checks the weather and assumes that if she sees the sun bright out in the morning, then the rest of the day would be fine. No sudden rain, no sudden thunderstorm. Just... sun.
Yumi could only curse under her breath for not carrying an umbrella around. Her eyes closed firmly as she emitted a loud groan, “Fuck me. Fucking weather.” Especially since she had a horrid day at work, coming out to the rain without an umbrella only dampened her mood even more. And what made it even worse was that she decided to not take her car today only because she wanted to take a nice morning walk.
Thankfully, her apartment was close enough to Passion 5. Yumi didn’t mind getting drenched in the rain, but wearing nice clothes and having the rain ruin it? No thanks.
Saturated in the summer rain from head to toes, she finally made it back to her apartment, later running into a friend that lived in the same complex. Her face scrunched up into an unpleasant expression. “Hey...” But the moment Jisoo started to break into a fit of laughter, she shot a (playful) glare. “Yah. This is not funny! But yes... do grab me a towel please. Before I crash on your sofa with my wet clothes.”
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