melted.

               (Headcanon 1#) Yoosung has other group-chats outside of R.F.A, most of them are serious and are regarding school -- but then there’s quite a few where everything is fucking wild as sHIT. Like, I sort of see him having a group chat where everyone is well acquainted w/ pictures of western memes/pop culture so I just imagine him ,, ,, , sending a crying kermit frog for his other group chat ,, , , and ends up sending it to the R.F.A group chat ,, , ,, and literally everyone is just ‘????? yoosung what is this’.

     Friend 1: How did everyone do on the test today?      Friend 2: (sends kermitthefrogcrying.png)      Friend 3: (sends kermitthefrogcrying.png)      Yoosung: (sends kermitthefrogcrying.png)

he’d also probably commit this unholy crime: (was meant to send to his lolol group chat)

                         YOU HAVE YOUR HANDS wrapped around the season of summer, who took shape in the form of a cousin. You wrapped a hand around your own heart and gave a piece away to the summer, and one day it rained - and the summer went away. Instead, in her place, summer rain took place with it’s blue hues and placed a sadness in your heart. You looked up at the rain and waited for it to part and reveal the sun, but when it did the MOON crossed it’s path and the summer eclipse took place. Sunshine dissolved into moonbeams and you cried your heart’s content to the way the silver light poured across the prairie. So the blue settled beside you and wrapped you in fine silver and gold, hoped that you’d forgive - hoped that a piece of you forgot. Yet, as your eyes grew red and swollen, you still begged for the summer sun to return.

             Now SUMMER has dissolved into AUTUMN, settling into frightening winter. The fires that were scattered across the prairie begin to dwindle into mere embers and you have nothing to keep you warm. After, you wait for spring, and you look up - only to find it’s autumn again and the seasons are moving backward. Now autumn takes it’s own shape, in wistful brown locks and a face overshadowed by love; it takes your hand and asks if you’d rather return to the summer before - or walk hand in hand into the winter. You look at the leaves that have fallen into a pond and watch how the rocks skip across the water’s surface, and you say that you hope the summer would cease it’s eclipse.