#flvursng

“okay.”

                    《 ※ 》     BOTH HANDS ACT as a cushion behind his head, cradling the bed of lightened hair against open palm and slender fingers. Despite the slight discomfort he felt on the back of his hands from the prickling of blades of grass ( some of which were probably dead from lack of watering ) he was at ease. The night sky was clear tonight. Not a cloud to veil the speckles of jewels that twinkled on a canvas of dark purple. The moon was but a crescent, providing as much luminosity as it possibly could, but at times it was better this way. Or at least he felt it was. The stars could be seen much more clearly. A soft exhalation leaves from the caverns of his parted lips, before his attention casts upon Ian. Her words are nearly inaudible, almost as though she speaking more to herself than to him. Yet, he still heard it and finds her thoughts intriguing. Every star is another story, every night a different sky. Slowly, Sangcheol removes the hands from behind him, using his core muscles to keep him upright until he props himself up onto his elbows, placing all his weight there. Curiosity and interest quite evident on his features while his head turns in her direction fully now.  ❝  Do you really think it’s a different sky every night, sunflower ?   ❞ `Cause then wouldn’t the saying ‘We’re looking up at the same sky’ be mute ? Since night time didn’t occur at the same time for every part of the world, nor were the stars ever the same either. At least, the ones they can’t see anyway. Stars were constant exploding, creating supernovas to which the naked eye could not see. Perhaps that was what she meant, that or Cheol was just thinking about this way to literally. 

﹤ sms  ⇢   sunflower ﹥ hi sunflower﹤ sms  ⇢   sunflower ﹥ i don’t know where you are or where you’ve gone off to without a word and without a trace. i worry about you and i miss you. but i can only hope that you’re somewhere safe. it feels like it’s been decades since i’ve last seen you and some might say it has been. i miss your warmth, that smile and the way you sometimes barge through my door, just stare at me and i instantly know what’s wrong or what’s right. i miss you. i miss you dearly. but i hope you’re okay, i hope you’re doing well and eating well. and most importantly, i hope you miss me too.

      "You're bad at hiding considering your profession," she muttered, watching how her secret viewer came out of her hiding spot, observing her through the mirrors, before she finally turned around, "I've seen your shadow for a moment. And I heard someone talking when opening the door and since they know I don't like it if their friends come over and disturb practice times, it can only mean it's one of either Somin's or my friends."       Quick, elegant steps, then she was next to her friend, looking at the bags. "Let's go to the office before I'm caught not attending my own rules."

My umpa ♥ / sobs silently / I love you so much. Thank you for staying in my life as long as you have . 

Hope; it was a powerful feeling to hold onto. And in his line of work, one would hope and wait for the smallest of possibilities ranging from something as simple wanting to meet family to wanting to debut and wanting to be recognized for your abilities. And needless to say, Wonwoo had traveled down that path filled with hope and expectations, many ending in disappointment but his life over the past few years had ended up quite fruitful. Not letting his mind sidetrack too much, his bout of emotions that suddenly felt so overwhelming were restrained with a quiet sigh. He lifts his index fingers, pressing them against his temples in a gentle manner of massaging his throbbing veins while relaxing slightly at the sound of the older girl’s voice. ❝ It’s just, I feel guilty that I nearly forgot my brother’s birthday. Being busy isn’t really a reason to forget family but I have barely even been getting four hours of sleep these days. Guess it’s just what I signed up for. ❞ He mutters in a low voice, shoulders slumping as he flops backwards on the couch. ❝ I’m sorry that I just...ranted, noona. And especially when we just met after so many days. Forget my sob stories, tell me what you have been up to. ❞  

“are.. y’hungry? iunno what t’say with things like this.. an’ m’not gonna apologize t’whoever this dick is t’let you think that it’s okay for you t’be cryin’ over him.” she scoffs. “yeah, right. c’mon, get up. maybe y’don’t have t’forget about him now. keep the memories, jus’ forget about his existence..”