pring formal & after party plots !!!

okay so sorry for being mia but guess who’s on february break? i don’t have very many event plots going on so i’d like to make the most out of it before it ends. sorry to those who have ongoing threads with me, i’ll probably be putting them off until after the event is over ( i suck i’m sorry ). message me if you’d like to take any of these and tweak them to fit your muse! if you just want to plot something for the event then message me too and we can brainstorm to get something going, i’m bored and desperate. 

FORMAL !!!

inguk is a train wreck and now nayeon is dateless but hey you are too so be a dear and keep the poor girl company during the formal pretty please

oh my god i think i just burned my hair with the curler and there’s only thirty minutes until the dance help ??

are you wearing the same dress as me what the heck i clearly am wearing it better

AFTER PARTY !!!

nayeon is not a drinker by any means but she somehow got alcohol into her system and now’s she’s and absolute mess but luckily she has you to make sure she doesn’t get into too much trouble

the music is sick i’m a bit drunk and you’re kind of cute so let’s dance

what do you mean i can’t crash at your place it’s only 2 am

yfxchoa:

 yfxinguk:

[ sms - inguk ] oops

[ sms - inguk ] you caught me

[ sms - inguk ] but hurry cause the food is almost gone and my cuteness might attract other guys soooo

highway to herpes.

a favor

@yfxjisoo​

[ sms - momzilla ] we're only a few minutes away from your school 

[ sms - momzilla ] get ready for lunch and don't forget to bring that lovely boyfriend we keep hearing about!! 

"fuck," she muttered under her breath, reading and rereading the text messages. reality slowly crept into her mind. not one to swear often, if im nayeon was emitting a string of profanities from her usually squeaky clean lips, one could assume a disaster was just around the corner. 

white lies were everyone's best friend. a small tweaking of the truth, an easy escape route and temporary diversion. the panicked girl knew fibs would eventually come back to haunt her but, at the time the consequences seemed so small compared to the god awful blind dates her parents kept setting up. who would have known her daegu abiding parents would pay a surprise visit to her all the way in seoul?

throwing on whatever she could find and quickly brushing her tangled black hair, she smacked some balm onto her parched lips before heading out the door. there was only one person she knew on campus that could not refuse her tiny request. heck, he even fit the vague description she had given her parents: tall, athletic, and defined but also sweet, gentle, and caring. 

by the time she got to the gym, the third year was breathless to say the least. being that doom was only a few blocks away, it was imperative she get her mess cleaned up fast. fortunately, her target was in his usual habitat: the basketball court. leaning against the frame of the doorway, nayeon tried to catch her breath and formulate a plan of attack. 

to hell with that. no matter how many times she tried to work out the jumbled sentences logically, she knew it would raise eyebrows regardless. it's best to just be bluntly honest as fabricating the truth evidently did not get her anywhere. 

hands cupped around her mouth, the frantic girl shouted, "hey, kim jisoo!" she waved to make sure she had his attention before continuing, "i need you to do me a huge favor." she took deep inhale. "just for today, will you be my boyfriend?"

lunch money

@yfxhyeon​

( noontime had her lined up in the long dining hall queue. among the varied noises that filled the cafeteria's walls, she would not be surprised if her stomach drowned it all out. three square meals a day. her body had been programmed to function as such, to ignore that rigid schedule was to risk an anatomical malfunction, which is just as unpleasant as it sounds. )

"i'll have the kimchi fried rice please, thank you!" 

( a sweet flash of pearly whites accompanied by an equally sugar coated voice. she took the warm tray in her hands and was hit immediately by the savory aroma it emitted. mouth watering, she waved goodbye to the lunch lady and made her way to the register. ) 

( 2,500 won. that's all she needed and of course, that's exactly what she did not have. hands searched her pockets frantically. witnesses to the scene would have laughed, the daughter and heir to the biggest chain of hospitals in daegu couldn't pay for lunch? unheard of. ) 

"i th-think i left my wallet at the d-dorms." 

( the words were hard to force out. knowing bits of her pride were being lost with each syllable, her eyes swept the room, searching for the judgement she knew was inevitable. she caught the eye of a familiar face, her english teacher. and out of habit gave him a small smile before fixing her eyes on her shoes, accepting the shame and hunger that was about to ensue. )

[ sms - inguk ] okay, take your time!

[ sms - inguk ] i’ll just be by the dessert table … eating

[ sms - inguk ] you bet your buttons i’m the cutest girl in the room but that might disappear fast because they got strawberry shortcake gtg

highway to herpes.

@yfxchoa @nayeonxyf @yfxyoona ( text – choa ) choa, babe. i know you heard i was going to the formal with sena, but i’m just accompanying her for a while. she’s a little lonely ㅋ ㅋ and i’m a loving brother. ( text – choa ) where are you now? i’m on my way. you did tell me you’re wearing that red dress but we all know you’d look good in anything. - ( text – nayeon ) my adorable nayeon-ah! have you already reached? ( text – nayeon ) i’ll be a little late.. traffic. i’ll find the cutest girl later so that’s how i know where you are, okay? ♥ - ( text – yoona ) i’m sorry i didn’t call earlier to talk. i got too caught up with school projects. i gotta pull up my grades! ( text – yoona ) are you already there? i’m reaching in 20 minutes. i’ll see you then, pretty yoonaㅋ ㅋ

jiaxyf:

“i am not wearing running shoes!” jia calls out breathlessly, power-walking right behind the older girl as she cleaves through the crowd seamlessly. “and hunger is no excuse for public disturbance!!!!”

“what a strange child,” nayeon muttered under her breath as she weaved her way in and out of the masses of bodies that frequented the artsy streets of hongdae. the poetic phrases jia recited on the bus still floated around in her head as the older girl tried to make sense of them. there were only a handful of people in the world who could speak eloquently one moment and holler in her ear about public misconduct the next. luckily for nayeon, she had one of them tightly grasped in her hands.

“neither am i and aren’t you supposed to be the athletic one?” was her reply to the appropriate footwear protests. a small snicker managed to escape her lips as she observed the various faces of shock, discomfort, and fear on the faces of the unfortunate pedestrians that happened to witness the careless pair of sunhwa’s finest.

stopping momentarily to catch her shaky breath and to make sure her companion was still alive and well, her fatigued hand let go of the wrist she forgot she had grabbed in the first place. a mischievous grin was showcased on her visage. “you call that a public disturbance?” nayeon mused as she waved her cell phone in the younger one’s face, scrolling through the countless videos of “fangirl!jia” screeching and crying over new videos of anything ze:a related. blackmail was not typically her style but as always, anything for her favorite first year, right?

the triumphant look was quickly wiped off her face as a friendly but dire reminder from her abdomen sounded. they say getting to a destination is half the fun and although the hungry girl had been thoroughly entertained, she desperately needed the other half in her empty stomach immediately.

“i’ll get you siwoo or si-whatever merch on the way back, okay?” she bargained with an apologetic smile as she speedily lead the first year through the crowd once again. after what seemed like fifty eons, the scuffling of her white sneakers came to a halt. im nayeon’s entire face was probably the brightest it has ever been in her life. whether it was accredited to blissful excitement or the glowing neon “king tako” sign she was staring intently at in awe was debatable. arms outstretched for a dramatic effect, a barely audible whisper emitted from her now slightly parched lips.

“we made it.”

an excursion

yfxtaehyun:

He looks up from his place, looking for his pair. The girl is sat right next to him, and it quite of takes him by surprise how her hair shines, or maybe he’s still slightly drunk from last night. She has pale skin, pretty eyes and rosy lips – all of her features matching in a completely pleasant combination. In some way, she kind of reminds Taehyun of a bunny. A really cute bunny.

What the fuck is he even thinking about?

“So,” he starts, standing up and walking towards her, “are you familiar with our theme at all?”

the amount of endearing affection she had for political science class was outstanding. who else would tell all their friends that they were in a committed relationship with a six hundred and thirty two paged political theory textbook?

"we spend a lot of quality time together and sometimes even stay up all night with each other!"

but, half of the love she had reserved exclusively for the class was thrown out the nearest window as soon as the phrase "group project" left her teacher's lips. nayeon's groans were indistinguishable among her peers'. the disappointed third year was not in the mood to engage in another fruitless assignment only to end up doing the majority, if not all of the work. she called them freeriders, leachers, and moochers. people who like parasites, only thrived by sucking up the blood, sweat, and tears of others.

the girl showed no enthusiasm as the teacher called out the pairings. as her bad habit ensued, she tuned the unwanted news out. slowly the teacher's boring droning became as monochromatic as nayeon's sour mood. reality slapped her in the face a bit too soon when her name was announced along with "kim taehyun" and "the popularity of populism in south america".

lips pursed in a tight thin line, her eyes wandered the room in search of a specific face. although they've sat next to each other all year, nayeon vaguely remembers any kind of interactions the two shared aside from the casual lending of pencils on days where either party forgets and is desperate for a writing utensil. nonetheless, the optimistic side of her hoped with all her heart that this would be different. their topic was an interesting subject and from observations made throughout the year, taehyun did not appear to be another one of those distasteful slackers. afterall, a baek ho girl and a cheong ryong boy was sure to be an academic power couple.

judging from the way he posed his question, the student walking towards her did not seem to be much excited about the project either. at least they were in the same boat. truthfully, nayeon was well informed on their topic. the effects of pulling all nighters watching reruns of bbc and cnn specials were more relevant than one would think.

"i'm slightly familiar with it," she replied cautiously, not wanting to come off as a nerdy know-it-all. phase one was to act as if she knew little to nothing in order for phase two to be successful: see what exactly the mysterious kim taehyun was all about.

politically correct

yfxsaerin:

“you know that you are the prettiest, smartest, sweetest, loveliest unnie in the whole world!” she squeals, tone at least three pitches higher due to sheer bliss, “i thought i was going to drown all of seoul in my tears because no one was going to come but you’re here and i’m so relieved but even more scared because what if i mess up in front of you then you won’t want to be my unnie anymore and the apocalypse will happen! for real!” the younger suddenly jerks away from her, animated as her arms flail around with the urgency of something like the apocalypse happening, “and everyone will go to heaven except for me and then and then—”

it was hard to fathom how quickly saerin transformed from a nervous nelly to a carefree kid at the sight of cookies. then again, nayeon was quite the baker. a melodious laugh escaped her lips at the sight of her friend devouring the delicacies like it was the last edible thing on the planet. it was impossible for a proud motherly like smile to not stretch across her scarlet lips in a flash. oh the things she did for saerin. she was like the little sister nayeon never had. a carbon copy of the third year herself, except saerin was ten times more talented than the inadequate girl. she saw bits and pieces of herself in the youngster before her, therefore she couldn't help but take saerin under her wing and make sure she experienced only the finer things in life. thus, instead of spending her last few days of break out in the city, she was at the concert hall instead. classical music was soothing to the ears, of course. but, the beat and rhythm of hip hop satisfied her much more. however, nayeon did not mind at all. to be present at saerin's most important performance to date was the least she could do for her ever so adorable friend. the tight grasp and sudden arms circling her waist temporarily startled her. rigid limbs quickly relaxed and returned the the warm embrace. nayeon could not help but wonder if the second year could get any more lovable as she chuckled at her panicked rant. had it been anyone else, the older girl would have rolled her eyes and scoffed. evidentally, saerin is not just anyone else. she had nayeon wrapped around her precious finger and to be quite honest, the amused girl wouldn't want it any other way. taking the musician's soft arms in her hands, she looked her friend straight in the eye, cutting off her rambling. "look, stop overthinking things. that's my job remember?" nayeon began with a reassuring smile. "you're going to be just fine, i know you will and even if there was a zombie apocalypse, you bet your violin, cello, guitar and harp strings that we would fight them all off and survive. you and me are the dynamic duo, right?" the position of the hands on the clock reminded the two that their sweet time was running out. giving saerin one last smile and a curt pat on the back, she whsipered "break a leg!" before slipping out the door.

★┋❛ mother senses ,

♔ for an angry text

[ sms-educated bff ] taehyun ..

[ sms-educated bff ] are you kidding me rn

[ sms-educated bff ] for the nth time socialism is only good on paper

[ sms-educated bff ] it’s awful and never works out when you apply it

[ sms-educated bff ] god how many times do i have to tell you

☼

send ☼ for a congratulatory text

[ sms-choa ] have you seen that graffiti wall lately ??

[ sms-choa ] last time i checked you were all over it

[ sms-choa ] congrats for making it big at sunhwa !!

[ sms-choa ] this calls for a toast to not giving a damn about this hell of a high school

⁇

send ⁇ for a worried text 

[ sms-parkour child ] hey where are you rn

[ sms-parkour child ] i thought i saw you on the roof again

[ sms-parkour child ] at least answer me so i know you’re alive!!

[ sms-parkour child ] what the heck ?? are you okay ?? hello ??

[ sms-parkour child ] if you crack your head again istg

nayeon fought the urge to roll her eyes at the supposed twenty year old lying on the hospital bed before her. standing in the doorway with her arms crossed tightly over her chest, she tried hard to look annoyed. but alas, the easily readable girl could not disguise the wide grin that had stretched onto her scarlet lips. "quit being such a big baby," she said sternly before using her index finger to push the whiny boy's forehead back lightly. a subconscious sigh that had built up in her lungs was released. what was she supposed to do with the likes of him. "let's see them," nayeon said, her hands outstretched impatiently. "you know, those extremely serious and dire injuries," she joked sarcastically. truthfully, she was worried sick about daehwan and his accident after witnessing the whole atrocity play out. but the girl knew to tread lightly in these waters. for now, what he didn't know wouldn't kill him.

〈 · WHITE WALLS · 〉

“ That’s a paper cut from this morning, and that is a scab from practice last night. ”

Pouting at her door and pointing at his practical new-found-mother. Anyone could replace his own mother, but Nayeon happened to be the only girl he knew with a smile. A genuine, smile that greeted him every time they caught eye contact. It was a charm, and he couldn’t help but stay near her. Not that he knew why she was so good to him, but he was sure to take advantage of it.

“ Help? ”

nayeon quickly followed the younger one's lead and threw her malnourished body onto the seat heavily. at this point, she was more than famished. nodding at her companion and too tired to argue her standpoint, the worn out girl rested her head on the bony shoulder next to her. funny how one can go from hyper to drained in less than two seconds. then again, this is im nayeon. she remained silent for most of the bus ride. mainly because she was too busy daydreaming about the piping hot takoyaki and refreshing strawberry bubble tea she so desperately wanted to stuff in her face. without knowing, the hungry girl became overly clingy and whiny to her dear friend. as if their roles were reverse. the older girl hugged the petite one's arm, pouted at the long drive, and complained about the unpleasant sensations her stomach was feeling—the whole nine yards. again, it was rare to see nayeon act in such a way but biological needs can defy all laws. breaking her silence, the third year spoke up for the first time since boarding the bus. "have you ever been so hungry that you could literally eat an entire city? i'm not even joking, i mean literally because that is me right this second." she was dazed but genuinely curious and convinced it was possible. blinking rapidly, she waited for a reply. the baek ho honors student knew she was sprouting nonsense. it's not like anyone could blame her, she didn't have her mind straight at the moment. when the bus finally rolled to the long awaited stop, the seemingly exhausted girl jumped to her feet faster than lightning. much like usain bolt, she grabbed her favorite first year by the wrist and ran off the bus at a much higher speed than expected for a not so athletic girl. "let's go, we have to hurry!" nayeon exclaimed, a bit louder than she had intended as she sprinted through the streets of hongdae unapologetically, dragging poor jia with her. food truly is the trump card of all motivators.

an excursion

and with that thought in mind, warranting a lighthearted smile as she goes, jia makes her way past nayeon and finds herself an empty seat. no time to wait, knowing the ruthlessness of korean drivers, motioning discreetly for her friend to come sit next to her.

send a symbol - get the following from my muse ;

send ✆ for a morning text send ♔ for an angry text send  ♠ for a drunk text send ☏ for a vague text send ⁇ for a worried text send ♣ for a text not meant for you send ✺for a sassy text send √ for a long-winded confession text send ☠ for a misguided advice text send ☢ for a desperate text send ☼ for a congratulatory text send ✘ for a text that should never have been sent

Crush - Oasis (feat. Zico)