#iceur

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( kkt ) you two ( kkt ) need to stop talking about me behind my back 

Sunrise over sunset, Jiwon always thought. Sunrise was always better, in his opinion. More beautiful. Saying good morning to the sun, rather than saying goodnight to it. He loved the way the sun would warm the Earth with its soft rays, gradually leaving everything with a soft glow. He liked to let the warmth set into his skin. Sunset always seemed sad. The cold feeling brought upon the Earth as the moon rose high in the sky.

He didn’t like the cold all that much.

But like everything else, things changed.

Jiwon found himself catching the sunset more often.

Each time, he remembered listening to someone talk about how much they hate the summer and the sun. At first, he hadn’t understood how they could, but then they spoke of how they prefer the moon and the night sky. The winter frost. How they were different, with Jiwon being deprived of the heat, and them being raised in it. They went on about watching the moon and about how much they liked stargazing outside of the city. (He wanted to stargaze with them too.)

Jiwon was the sunrise: bright and optimistic, the start to the morning sky. They were the sunset: cool and relaxing, the perfect end to a long day. Kissed by the sunset glow, bathed in the moonlight.

He found himself craving that sunset every night, wanting to watch how the world slowly turned off and went to sleep. How everything was calm and perfect, a feeling that only the sunset could bring to him.

Send “⁇” for a DRUNK text.

( sms → kaizer beam ; Ice ICE BABY!!

( sms → kaizer beam ; meet the neewww vanilla ICE! freez beez puffo

Send “$” for an ACCIDENTAL text.

( sms → kaizer beam ; i mean i think salmon tastes good but... not with kidney beans..://

( sms → kaizer beam ; wrong...person...

100,000,000 won. stay overnight at a circus from 9 pm to 6 am. no biggie. she asked kai if he wanted to do it with her, he agreed. now they’re stuck there with two bags on their backs, possibly scared (but not really,) preparing themselves for the worst. there had to be some kind of catch, right? they wouldn’t just sleep their night away, snuggled up in some corner of the circus tent without one. once the two of them step in, bright lights spray across the arena before blinding the two as the spotlight was on them. “welcome to--!” the voice on the speaker echoes, resonating along the walls that surrounded them. great. superb. “your worst nightmare.” the voice cackles before the PA system is shut down, leaving the two with static in their ears. it was getting annoying. one minute in and hyejung couldn’t stand it. she looks at the other, wondering if he had somehow packed ear plugs to save himself.

he didn’t.

( meme status: accepting! )

From day to day, Candy remained filled to the brim with secrets. Some worse and heavier than others. Her entire persona, a perceived male self known as Insik, was something she wore much like skin taunt across her bones. This was unavoidable, but she tried her best to keep other amassed lies hidden. Though on occasion, she had to prepare for a stream, while company was over. It was not her greatest moment, feeling God add yet another check mark next to her name in the book of never-ending sins. Yet it could not be controlled and her companion thankfully didn’t seem to mind.

Corrupting games had become a favorite pastime for her as of recent years. There weren’t many things more satisfying than entering in random numbers and watching the results bloom right before her very eyes. Currently, she was draped over Super Mario 64, the protagonist’s inflated, fleshy head taking up her entire screen. You could poke and prod at his face, causing various reactions, whether of acceptance or irritation. Usually, his face appeared normal, but now, his eyes were completely white, nose jutted out like a sword. Even his famous mustache reached towards the virtual ceiling, blending into the edges of his bright red hat.

Such activity was typically written off as “nerdy shit” and Candy was more than fine with that (maybe she agreed with these notions). That didn’t keep her from attempting somewhat to be a good host. She kept a mental list of the numbers, which garnered the most exciting glitches, gaze finding the person slumped against the other side of the couch. In the back of her mind, she could hear a certain priest’s nagging, telling her not to be rude and to socialize. So she offered a small smile, the sincerity refusing to fade away even when an odd statement was posed.

“What did it ask you?” she wondered aloud, wiry fingers tucking a lock of messy hair behind an ear. At first, the obvious playful response came to mind: ‘did it ask you to stop playing as D.VA in front of me, because you just make yourself look dumb?’ A single bout of laughter trembled through her, causing an eyebrow to be lifted at her quizzically. Rather than bringing that up, Candy answered with one of her questions, something she genuinely thought about perhaps too much.

“Did it ask who you thought D.VA would have voted for in Produce 101? Because, I can tell you, Kai’s computer, that I too would like to know this information. Personally, I think she would have been a Somi girl. Which is sad, since I voted for Sejeong.”

Not that there was anything wrong with Somi, of course, being that Candy was inevitably a fan of any and every girl in existence. Sejeong simply encompassed all the qualities she desired within herself: a soft, flowery essence, that brightened up every room she walked into.

“I think we would be friends still, even with our differences in opinion on who the Best Girl is in I.O.I.” Or was, really. Not that that should be mentioned to Candy, as it immediately brought her about to heartache.

Samantha.

ANIMAL: Beagle COLOR: White MONTH: May SONG: Bad Liar by Selena Gomez NUMBER: 5 DAY OR NIGHT: Night PLANT: Cucumber SMELL: Vanilla base with floral accents GEMSTONE: Amethyst SEASON: Spring PLACE: Library FOOD: Chilli cheese fries ASTROLOGICAL SIGN: Pisces ELEMENT: Air DRINK: Vernors diet ginger soda

for every ➹ I get, I’ll put up my muse’s current thought

HA YA GOT JOKES!

Cym 

➹1. jimmy at the NSA has to be shitting his pants right now. 

➹2. who the fuck is this elliot alderson wannabe...

Because you like to lick on it when you get hot and bothered?