gold-plated

     “things we don't really have access to. like the deepest depths of the oceans - what kind of sea creatures live there, and is it some pacific rim bullshit waiting to happen? or space, are we truly the only ones out there, or are we all just waiting on an alien invasion? and, though i fear death, i'd like to know if there's an afterlife. will i become a ghost, will i be reincarnated, or will i just be gone forever? damn, now i'm probably gonna be stuck browsing conspiracy theories websites all night again..”

     “eating. everyone who knows me also knows i'm a bit of a foodie. i like to take pictures of all the food i eat, but that aside, i'm just a slow eater in general. i wanna savor it, you know. my coworkers really hate me at dinner parties. it only sucks 'cause i'm a busy person but i gotta make time for my food. i love food. food's great. bring me food and i'm yours. dumplings. bring me dumplings. god, i'm so hungry right now...”

     “to be honest, i've never even been out of south korea. i've pretty much been busy my entire life that i haven't even thought about visiting other places, or even where i'd like to go if i ever did. plus, y'know, money was tight, so i couldn't even afford the luxury of thinking about that. that's sad as hell, i know. so i'm not sure - but from what i've seen, i'd love to visit europe! paris? venice? amsterdam! those cities look gorgeous.”

     “other than that great dream i had last night of, uh, something— the most vivid dream i can remember is the one i had last week, of taemin and i working on a cf together. i have no idea what the cf was even for, but in it, taemin and i were dancing to uptown funk. what was so memorable about it, though – other than the fact taemin was a better dancer than me, because ha, as if — was that the background kept changing to different parts of the city, like we were teleporting all over the place. it was all very trippy. i also woke up with uptown funk in my head and have been singing it all week.”

     “it’s definitely when i was offered the internship at my current place of work—it opened so many doors for me, and all these possibilities i never thought i’d have! being able to use my voice for good, i don’t know, it’s amazing. i go to my job with a smile every day, i feel like that’s not a luxury a lot of people my age have.”

     “this is a difficult one. i think i'm most scared of dying. the thought of having to leave this world, leave my family, friends and loved ones behind… it's not one i want to have to entertain until i'm as old as a bat! teehee. actually, did you know the average lifespan of a bat is up until 20? though the longest known lifespan of a bat in the wild is 30 years. so probably a bit older than a bat. maybe when i'm as old as four average lifespans of bats.”

     “not to be picking favorites, but of course it's my platonic soulmate, jihye. she’s one of the most beautiful people i know, inside and out! plus, she’s an amazing cook. if i ever need a pick-me-up, she's the one i go to. i’m lucky to have her.”

numu 🎤: so if i asked you to bring them right now…? numu 🎤 : because i would very much appreciate that numu 🎤: a knight in shining armor, that's me numu 🎤: oh, did you? because i sure remember differently numu 🎤 : aka me pining away while you were out on dates! numu 🎤 : ding ding ding we have a winner 😊️

looking through this album, there’s a hint of nostalgia; despite it all, everything had seemed so simple back when they were kids. being unaware of the cruelty of the real world – now that’s a certain bliss noori wouldn’t mind having again. “i’ll take the three stars out of five if it means you’ll remain bruise free.” she puts the photobook away now, instead turning to face beckett, legs tucking underneath her. time to be the debbie downer of the evening. “oh, i don’t know,” she drawls, eyeing him with a rather non-impressed look. her fingers taps her chin, mock-thoughtful. “we could talk about whatever’s going on inside of that head of yours that’s causing you to drink like a fish and drunk dial me four times,” just a suggestion! “or we can go back topretending i have absolutely no idea something’s up with you, and you’ll continue to stay stuck in your own toxicity.” pick your poison, dear one.

numu 🎤: you're truly the best i can't wait for your funeral numu 🎤 : wait… that came out wrong i just want the dumplings 😭 numu 🎤: i'll come beat the security up for you if you're really in trouble numu 🎤: it's your charm, remember how many girls came flocking back in college numu 🎤: i was one of them clearly numu 🎤 : i'd be honored to rub my ass over your casket 😊 numu 🎤 : although i can think of something better for me to rub on

her heart’s so loud, and it feels like she’s swallowed it – as though it’s stuck in her throat, beating in tune with rhythm with the song. it’s been a while since she’s last felt like this, completely enraptured. it’s insane how suhan even looks amazing simply walking towards her, longing for them to be near. “took you long enough,” her ‘hello’ is much more coy, instantly moving to crowd hani’s space without hesitation. she doesn’t bother to see the reaction of her previous ‘dance partner’, too intent on the girl in front of her now. she knows she doesn’t need to answer because hani already knows – of course she was purposely trying to distract her – but she wants to; she wants to tell her – or better yet, show her. it’s been so ridiculously long since they’ve been close like this, but it’s pure instinct that drives her; her fingers splay over the back of suhan’s neck, pressing closer as her gaze drops to her mouth. despite the heat in the club, despite the heat between them, the kiss that follows is surprisingly soft and tentative. the slide of lips is almost experimental, it’s to test the waters – to see if they’re truly on the same page and it’s what hani wants, too. as much as noori wants to whisk her away and take her home with her, she doesn’t want to jump to any conclusions. when she draws back, it’s with the taste of hani on her mouth and rosy cheeks, her grip still secure. “does that answer your question?”

numu 🎤: important question: what kind of snacks will there be at this hypothetical funeral? numu 🎤 : i'm asking for a friend numu 🎤: i've got all the faith in the world that you'll kick their asses though numu 🎤: and to be honest i'd rather have you alive numu 🎤 : but i can't deny someone's last wish so i'll find that sistar mix numu 🎤 : more specifically i'll make sure there's a cute girl rubbing her ass over your casket during sister19's 'gone not around any longer' numu 🎤 : it's what you deserve