y2poppy:
🌸 HER STOMACH CHURNS AT THE MENTION OF FOOD. that was not a conversation she wanted to have with him – not now, not ever. what would she even say when “oh, i feel bad. i already ate.” she lies about it easily and will likely feel awful about doing so later. right now, it’s a crisis averted … only to be followed by another. she wasn’t going to let this moment slip through her hands. no matter what needed to happen, poppy was going out with iseul tonight. “what time do you typically go to bed, iseul?” she asks, cooly before frowning at his next idea. “a bar?” it’s quite a bit more energetic than she expected, which surprises even her. especially her, come to think about it. poppy never considered herself a drinker, but she always wanted to try new things. maybe this could be one such occasion? – and, of course, there was the iseul of it all … she’d probably try to lasso the moon for him, if he asked. actually, he wouldn’t even have to ask. she’d do it if he just alluded to it a few times. “do you have a favorite around here?”
the way she raises concerns so quickly after his mention of eating sets off a small alarm in the back of his mind — one he’s forced to ignore for now . maybe it’s because he’s being a bit too eager , or presumptuous , or a mix of the two . silence in the air feels stagnant ; like he’s made a mistake . “ oh , i don’t know . like midnight . ” stumbling over his own words in an attempt to catch up with rapid fire thoughts , lesser lip sucked in between ivories to just him quiet for a second .
“ yeah , there’s a really quiet one i like . it has live music a lot . i go mostly to listen . ” details are added as if he’s trying to convince her to give it a chance and stare at his opposite shows a hopeful glint in dark eyes . “ or we can just stay in and listen to music . or we don’t have to hangout at all , if you don’t want to ... ” thoughts are trailed off in an effort to remain casual . maybe she hadn’t even wanted to spend the night with him , anyway .
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soojinschoi:
“Oh, y-you c-can go w-without me, r-really” Soojin told the other seeing he was really upset of her not wanting to go. “I-I’ll g-grab us s-some f-food w-while y-you can g-go” she told him.
“ no , no . ” pang of guilt twists up an empty stomach . “ i just wanted you to have a good day , but i feel like this was a bad idea on my end . ” confession blurted out as fingernails scratch the back of a red neck the sun threatens to burn should it be exposed any longer . “ i just feel bad is all . and i’m hungry . let’s go eat . ”
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torifm:
“ okay, miranda priestly – keep it civil, ” tori quips. her smile is light and easy, belying the teasing tone of her voice. “ we were exhausted after shows and just wanted to drink, mainly. ” she shifts her weight a pose, pulling her best ‘ model ’ face. “ ah, let’s see – one launch party, two club show afterparties. and maybe a birthday party. i’m on a budget, so i’ll need something versatile. ”
“ ha ha . ” voice is chiding but sarcasm evident with a punctuating eyeroll . “ jokes on you because i don’t even know who that is . ” fingers tap against a phone screen that’s angled away while she speaks as he researches whoever the hell this miranda is and why she’s copying the ever - so - unique iseul . “ well , you look very versatile . ” attention redirects back onto her outfit with a satisfied nod . “ what don’t you like about it ? and why so many parties on one night ? you’re terrible with scheduling . ”
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wzyszn:
OPEN STARTER!
♡ _ well that was embarrassing but nobody saw your blunder was the first thought in eloise’s mind. she was almost at the first floor with no incidents or accidents then she had tripped, on the stairs, five steps away from the ground. no she wouldn’t cry - even if she wanted to more than anything. it had hurt, and her day didn’t look like it was going to get any better. an hour, that’s how long the universe had decided to mess with her day and make a complete fool out of her. 7:40am should not be the time of the day she was falling down the stairs, in fact, she didn’t know why she took the stairs in the first place. it’s not like the elevator would be cramped. and it’s not like she could lay there, in the middle of the floor, blocking everyone else, willowing in her self pity of a simple mistake.
until she heard a voice, her mortification drowning it out - not a good thing, korean wasn’t her primary language and barely paying attention while being spoken to lead to a mess. “i’m sorry could you repeat that?” eloise had asked them. yeah maybe now was the perfect time to get off the floor.
iseul was late ( as per usual ) and his front door slam is nearly loud enough to mask the sound of what sounded like someone’s tumble down a few steps . head pokes around the staircase and he’s quick to notice the new neighbor taking refuge on the hard floor and honestly feels a bit guilty for laughing .
“ do you need some help up ? ” feet carry a slender body down the steps until he’s planted directly next to her with an outstretched hand . it isn’t until she asks for him to repeat himself that he takes a good look at his foreigner neighbor , throat clearing before he’ll speak in english . “ can i help you up ? ” he’ll ask again , lips tucking inward to try and conceal a nervous smile .
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y2poppy:
🌸 NINE TIMES OUT OF TEN, POPPY WAS WORRIED about making a fool of herself in front of iseul. however, ten times out of ten, that fear was outweighed by the desire to have even a second of his time. it’s precious and she knows she shouldn’t be standing here, stammering and stuttering – being wasteful was never her forte, especially when he was concerned. there were still so many questions about him that loomed large over any hint of a relationship ( platonic or otherwise ) that was blooming between them, so imagine her surprise when he claims that he wants to know about her. the girl couldn’t help the way her shoulders sagged; she felt like she just paled in comparison. “are you sure?” nice question, poppy. “i’m just saying that, well, i tend to know my limits. i doubt i’m anywhere near as interesting as you.” the girl tries to laugh it off, act like she’s being self-deprecating for its own sake as opposed to wanting to know both anything and everything about the wondrous iseul. “i–” he wants to compliment me?, she cannot help the blush that burts out on her face, turning everything red in its wake. “are you sure? you don’t – you don’t have to if you don’t want to. i mean, please don’t feel like you have to compliment me just because i compliment you!” poppy’s glad when he asks what they’re doing tonight, because it gives her a chance to regulate her breathing and try to shake off the sudden dizziness that threatened to knock her down. “do you want to go out somewhere? the night’s still young, you know.”
stammering objections are ignored if only because the moment has passed , iseul getting ahold of himself for the first time all night it feels . hands smooth down a bunched shirt and covers the unknowingly exposed skin of his hips with a furrowed brow . “ yeah , we should . i heard a new noodle place opened up a couple blocks away and it’s supposed to be good . or we could get burgers . what do you prefer ? ” stands up so limbs can stretch out and joints can crack away their discomfort ; eyes close as a yawn escapes pink brims . “ we just have to keep me awake . no way am i getting tired this early . ” almost seems as though he’s scolding himself for being on a typical adult’s sleep schedule at such a young age . responsibilities have never been iseul’s forte , and maybe tonight he’ll forget he has any tomorrow . “ or we could go to a bar . ”
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vapcrwaves:
❝ 蒸気 ——
aoki imojen is a lesson in turbulence, a person made for chaos and feed on the howling winds. they speak in storms; she in poison, and like a ticking time bomb, it was only a matter of time before the substance runs its course. in times such as tonight, when the storm meets the calm, imojen finds a place for refuge. they say you shouldn’t make a home out of people, she tried— she is trying, but imojen wouldn’t be known for who she was by acting docile. “you do know me very well,” she agrees, and if it were any consolidation, he mentions a song she had played the bass along with once in her apartment. she’d then realize how often they spent time together— built foundation piece by piece, and scarily enough, imojen would crash and burn with it if she didn’t handle matters with care as she usually does. “oh yeah? well, you listen to whatever i listen to, is that because you adore me?” she added, tone teasing.
looking up from the cup of beer in hand, imojen rolls her eyes playfully at iseul’s claim. “apparently, people need their ears checked,” she joked while completely falling for iseul’s comic performance, a feeling she had grown accustomed to with him around. there had always been an essence of comfort with iseul, that no matter the words and quips said, they don’t find the need to read too much into it. “82, not bad.” imojen had considered to aim for a score lower than iseul’s just to compensate for the drinks, but as she clicked on to choosing a dance track, her competitive nature clouding the judgment. “well, don’t just stay still, dance with me.” and with that, she began singing.
just as soon as iseul gets comfortable imojen is forcing him back up , nearly spilling his second drink all over his shirt in the process . quick to finish it and follow her instructions plastic cup is tossed effortlessly into the trash and a few fries are shoved into his mouth for good measure . not much of a dancer but not lacking in enthusiasm iseul turns up the volume just a bit more to drown out the future embarrassment at his mediocre moves .
acting as more of a hype man than back up vocalist iseul echoes her words with a tenacity only beer could provoke . it’s easy to get lost in the moment , iseul discovers , though maybe not much of a discovery at all . he’s found himself appreciating these little memories more and more with each one made , each tucking itself into the files of his brain for those moments when he could use a burst of inspiration . “ alright , let’s see that score . ” embarrassingly out of breath from a bunch of nothing , bright red cheeks are covered by larger hands and squished from the smile plastered on his face .
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SEND 🎧🎶 FOR A LYRIC STARTER FROM MY PLAYLIST ON SHUFFLE.
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cleoswasabi:
Cleo chuckle. “Well I hope they like your blood more than mine” she teased with a chuckle. “No. Here, use some. I know they’re annoying” she said giving him her repellent. “I hope that I don’t start recording the podcast and start yelling because of the mosquito”.
“ yeah right . give them a minute until they realize your blood is sweeter . then you’ll be needing this back . ” presses lips together and squeezes his eyes shut before giving himself a thorough spray , tongue sticking out with distaste . “ i think that would be a perfect addition to your show , actually . ”
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soojinschoi:
“Y-You’re no h-help at a-all” Soojin told him with her shaking hands just seeing the rollercoaster and while she felt her bile almost on her throat already . “N-No f-fun in h-heights for m-me” she told him and shake her head. “O-One t-time I had to go in a c-chairlift r-ride and it wasn’t n-nice”.
iseul will pause ; allows the girl to voice her complaints with a defeated sigh . “ fine , ” gives in to her wishes despite his own disappointment . “ let’s just go get something to eat then . ”
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glacieure:
𝒚𝒆𝒐𝒏𝒂 : i did listen , i feel honored i guess
𝒚𝒆𝒐𝒏𝒂 : okay you are drunk that’s obvious
𝒚𝒆𝒐𝒏𝒂 : ?? i’m home and sober smh
𝒚𝒆𝒐𝒏𝒂 : where are YOU
iseul: YOUGUESS??
iseul: omgyou dont even appreciate it
iseul: home and notsober
iseul: wannacome over?
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kkyungz:
kyungmi rested on the floor, back against the trim of the sofa. being closest to the box of pizza set on—what is that? she presumes it is a coffee table, but it was unique in design. she must have stared at it for a while, trying to decipher the purpose until he spoke. an artist’s mind is undoubtedly impressive—a laugh leaving her throat. “ natural selection will get us first with all the grease we’ve indulged. ” her lips curved upward. the crust landing on the plate caught her attention before her head turned further to gaze up at the other.
“ both. ” unlike @iseulfms, kyungmi eats her crust, reaching for a napkin while chewing on the last bite. “ but i feel inclined to say software as software engineering was my minor for four years. ” she chuckles, cleaning her hands. “ is this why you invited me over? you feed me first, then ask for a favour. ” a playfulness in her tone. a hand motioning to show the object of desire. “ let me see it. ”
waves away her concerns with a dismissive hand , faux mumbling with a stretch as stomach yells at iseul as though it’s siding with kyungmi . “ hey , i fed you really well from the kindness of my heart . i just so happened to remember . ” eyes roll at her accusation but he’s quick to get up and hand off the older laptop to her with an exasperated sigh .
“ it’s just telling me about how something’s full . like a disk or something ? but i cleared out my storage and something is still full . driving me fucking mad . ” lips purse before another slice of pizza takes iseul’s attention . “ what was your major , then ? ”
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y2poppy:
🌸 IF THE BLONDE WAS BEING HONEST WITH HERSELF, looking at iseul hurt sometimes. how could one person be gifted with such poise, beauty and charisma in droves? there were times when she wasn’t completely sure the boy was even a human being; surely some divinity had to have created him, or he was divine himself. either way, most of the time when he spoke, she couldn’t help but make an absolute fool out of herself. case in point: right now, when poppy didn’t notice how long she’d just been staring at him, until she recognized that his pretty mouth hadn’t been moving for, what, two whole minutes? oh no! “– i mean, yeah, everyone can act crazy but …” how to come back from this? “some more than others. everyone’s got their own eccentricities, but i guess it’s just how you look at them. you’re not going around collecting trash, are you? if so, then maybe we should talk about that …”
the gap in speaking feels comfortable — gives iseul a chance to check out their surroundings before innocently scanning her features . eyes land upon the beauty mark that’s placed so delicately next to pink lips and before he can fall too deep into his own thoughts her voice pulls him back . “ let’s talk about you instead . ” desperate to redirect the attention off himself ; repositioning if only to move just a bit closer to his opposite . “ you’re always quick to compliment me , but i never get a word in about you . why ? ever think about how i want to talk about you instead ? gush about you , perhaps ? ” tone is teasing despite slight seriousness of his words ; cough gives him a chance to repeat himself . “ but , anyway ... i think you’re great . better than that , even . what are we doing tonight ? ” why were his hands getting so sweaty ?
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adoretheo:
Random thoughts filled the student’s head ― from a string of words he thought would fit the new song they were working on to what he should eat for lunch today, but none of them pertaining to the present moment. His mind floated around things like that until a voice pierces through his bubble, bringing him back to reality.
Theodore tilted his head upwards to meet the gaze of the instructor before darting them back to the mainly empty canvas. That was a lot to process, easier said than done. He knew that he wasn’t being quite the enthusiastic one among the lot and that instructor Iseul had way too much patience to be dealing with him. Nodding his head with yet another meek reply, he reached out to take the brush that was handed to him, “Yes, instructor.”
His eyes rested on the vase in the center as he softly hummed to himself. Lip of the vase, yes. Focus on that. There was a groan in his head but he knew he should start making something appear on the canvas already. Keeping his grip less firm this time, Theodore pressed the tip of the brush onto the canvas before dragging out a thin line and curving it downwards to form a full vertical oval. He cringed at the sight of it but just decided to proceed on with the rest of the vase. At least he was making some kind of progress. The student stared at the oddly shaped ‘vase’ sitting in the middle of the canvas that was created by irregular thin and bold strokes. “A kid could do better than this.” It was worse than a doodle of a kindergartener with a crayon. “I’m sorry, Sir.” Theodore wasn’t even sure what he was apologizing for but he just knew an apology had to be said as he forced himself to capture the gaze of the older male for a remark.
iseul had made his way to another student for a brief moment after their interaction , being sure to keep him well within his peripherals should he give up again . constant encouragement could be seen as an annoyance , but iseul pushed his students as long as they let him — if iseul hadn’t been pushed by his father , there’s no telling where he’d be now .
finding himself stood behind theo yet again wasn’t where iseul expected to spend most of his class . he wasn’t sure what was drawing him to the student — maybe the sense of responsibility — but eyes follow his rigid brushstrokes with piqued interest . apology doesn’t catch iseul off guard as it used to when he first started and the older male is quick to brush it aside with a wave of his hand . “ apologies get points taken away . never apologize for the things you create . ” bit of a dramatic sentiment but one iseul’s father drilled into him as soon as he could pick up a crayon . sometimes he wishes he apologized more for the sharpie stains on their weathered apartment walls , though .
“ holding at the tip makes for confident , hard lines that are completely in your control . holding in the middle releases some in exchange for more relaxed lines ; holding at the end releases all for when patience wears thin . ” iseul will take the boys hand in his own and position the brush so fingers grip directly in the middle . “ relax and release some control . ” words firm yet reassuring , iseul will direct his attention back to the rest of the class . “ ten minutes left . ”
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— dms.
foundjournal554: hello
foundjournal554: is this sungmin?
foundjournal554: i believe i have something of yours
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torifm:
— ❛❛ // OPP ¦ open
“ …so? what do you think – too fancy for a club night? everyone’s fashion here is so much better than what we did in manhattan. we used to go to nightclubs in sweatpants. ”
“ sweatpants ? ” cheeks inflate with a gasp of disbelief , eyes widening as if her confession was groundbreaking . “ i can’t remember the last time i wore sweatpants outside . ” words muttered as iseul takes the time to think , though realization she was asking for advice pulls him back to reality . “ you look great . where are you going , exactly ? ”
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“ yeah , that’s true . ” punctuates his sentence with a firm slap to his arm , nose scrunching with displeasure as he notices a growing bump where the mosquito once was . “ mind if i borrow some of that first ? i’m going to go crazy if i get bit one more time . ”
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“Well maybe is good to have a just two day plus the view is awesome. Though the bugs and other insects are annoying. That’s why I brought a insect repellent” Cleo said shaking the repellent on her hands. “Actually that sounds really nice though. Sure. You can paint the landscape”.
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“ you’ll be strapped in and it’ll be fine , ” iseul tries to convince her , continuing to make his way towards the growing line . “ you won’t puke or pass out . you’ll scream your head off and have fun . but , if you really don’t want to , we can go get some fried oreos . ”
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“B-But I d-don’t like h-heights” Soojin said making a p-pout. “Y-You can g-go and I’ll s-stay h-here and grab some f-food” she said trying to convince him. “If I p-puke or p-pass out it’ll be your f-fault!”.
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