#247nara

MOODBOARD — GEUM NARA & KWON JIYONG

❛ we're unfazed, we'll make it through okay,         even though the days feel long        and the nights feel just the same. ❜

junior year in cheongnam ✦ @247nara

even for a smart student like sumin, classes could be really boring at times. they became less interesting when you were more invested in something else, or even someone, she would say. she had been looking at the time for more than she should, one hand propping her chin as the girl glanced towards her side, smiley eyes focused on only one person. geum nara. the picture of them going on cute dates after school couldn’t make her stop smiling, and sumin could only hope nobody would realize how stupid she actually looked like at this moment. 

and when the bell finally rang, sumin quickly grabbed her bag and ran towards nara, pulling a chair to sit in front of the girl so she was facing her while nara packed her things. “hey, wanna go eat some cakes and milkshakes? it’s on me, i promise. just come with me!” of course, she would buy the whole world for nara, as cheesy as it might sound like, she was serious. placing both arms on the table, she rested her chin on her hands and looked up at nara with a childish pout, hoping the girl would agree. “i have something to give to you too, so you gotta come with me, whether you want it or not.” she nodded. “i missed you so much.” 

for @247nara.

the sun shines through the front windows of mirageu, its rays dancing over the assortment of flora placed around the shop. it smells strongly of flowers, as it should. when she first began working here, seona thought it was pungent, overpowering, and just not pleasant on the nose.

two years later and she still feels the same.

crouched down on the floor, she takes her time tending to the lilac hyacinths. fragrant, they are, but they still were her second favourite in the entire shop. the baby’s breath comes first. delicate and so quick to die, she often kept some in her strung up in her room.

the bell by the door rings, signalling someone entering the store. seona glances up, sunlight hitting her face, and nods at the pair who entered the shop. “good afternoon.” she greets the grandfather and granddaughter pair with a curt nod, resuming her task afterwards. 

she preferred to avoid nagging the customers about what they’re looking for and what could suit their tastes, only interacting with them if she had to.

“We’re both screwed up. It creates a bond.” — Ravenclaw to Slytherin

@247nara​

4 years ago

It’s a warm day in July when Yixing’s making his way through some of the busier streets of Seoul. The reason for his wandering into the busier parts of the city despite his usual preference for calmer places is his need to buy himself a few new clothes for the summer. The weather has gotten a little bit too hot for him to still walk around in his long jeans and hoodies, so he is in need of a few shorts or something to the like. Not his favourite pieces of clothing, but definitely better on hot days than long, skinny jeans.

So his goal is simple and easy clothing stores where he can buy a decent pair of shorts, without having to spend half an hour wading through an entire collection of things he would never be caught dead wearing in any century. Of course what he eventually ends up at is nothing close to his goal. Instead his attention is pulled by a young female on a corner of the street, who is singing this or the other cover of a famous song as if it’s her very own piece of art.

For a little while he just stands there and takes in the scene, smiling softly and fondly because of the young woman who is clearly following her dreams. For a true artist, the place where they can perform their art is not as important as being able to perform at all. Much like how it is for this person, clearly, and the passion displayed is the reason for his smile.

A few more people pause momentarily to listen in, then continue on their way again, but Yixing stays where he is. Eventually he digs his wallet out of is back pocket and takes a few steps towards the girl. Pulling out the rather extensive amount of bills inside of his wallet - he’d withdrawn some money from his father’s account in order to be able to pay for his clothes - he doesn’t show any hesitation before putting them into what appears to be the young woman’s money holder.

@247nara

she saw him. she saw her father today. she saw a face she wished not to see again today, at this cafe she often dropped by to get her daily dose of caffeine. had he been following her? it had been years since she left the house, since she walked out from his life. he called out her name but she didn’t answer, instead she turned around and walked away without a word. she hated him. she would always do. suddenly the anger overtook sumin and she needed to let it out, she needed to fucking punch something. she came to an abrupt stop when she reached the end of the shop street, turning around to suddenly punch the wall on her right. 

why was he acting nice all of a sudden by trying to find her like this? he was an asshole ( a big one at that ) back then, and he was still one to sumin now. her mother always reminded her to forgive and forget about every shit that’s done to them. but sumin was never one to forgive, let alone to forget. she hold grudges. she tended them like little pets. the only thing that had been holding her back from shooting him right in the head was the short memory she could recall of him during her childhood, when everything was still smiles and laughs.