#ihsunmi

[ txt → 쿠키몬스터 ]: it’ll be just like old times 😊

( msg : pretty sunmi ) i’ve been looking at manscaping videos for hours( msg : pretty sunmi ) there’s so many different ways we can go about this( msg : pretty sunmi ) i’m so….. excited to try this out… ( msg : pretty sunmi ) my armpits feel so smooth

( a 2am message or; haneul's desire for a better life )[ 02:00a ✉️ sm ] i saw a guy walking his hairless cat on my way home [ 02:01a ✉️ sm ] i thought i was living my best life [ 02:01a ✉️ sm ] but this guy really has it down ( a morning message or; haneul lends a hand. )[ 07:23a ✉️ sm ] if you're fighting a hangover this morning, I'll treat you to breakfast [ 07:25a ✉️ sm ] or if you're not [ 07:25a ✉️ sm ] I'll still treat you to breakfast

( kkt:sunmi-ssi ) shit that wasn’t for u.

It's not at all a short trip that they have tonight to get to what Haneul has continued to refer to as nothing more than the perfect spot. Just the right distance outside of the city that the pesky ambient light doesn't throw everything off too much -- which is often the problem with doing this from his roof like he normally would, too many lights from the city making it near impossible to see anything worthwhile. -- and close enough that he can still manage to get a little bit of sleep after all is said and done. But the visibility is clear, the air has just the right amount of autumn chill to it, and the sky is supposed to look particularly brilliant tonight of all nights. So, despite an early morning lecture the following day, Hanuel takes the long train ride with Sunmi at his side, sticking close to her much smaller frame when they briefly have to change trains, not wanting to lose sight of her in the chaos of late evening traffic. He dozes off a few times along the way, for only the shortest of minutes -- he doesn't sleep well most nights, he hasn't really ever for as long as he can remember -- but otherwise keeps himself occupied; with a steady supply of sweet bread and spicy squid chips from inside of his bag (both of which he silently offers to Sunmi multiple times during the ride), a color-matching puzzle game on his phone (which causes Hanuel to let out quiet sounds of frustration on particularly difficult levels.), and his Instagram feed (which he updates with a selfie of the two at the beginning of their adventure. #StarSearch) until they finally arrive and he's dragging his things off of the train and out of the station. The aforementioned perfect spot is still a short cab ride from the station where they're dropped off and once they finally reach their destination, their fare paid for and the taxi cab nothing more than a pair of taillights in the distance, Haneul begins to unload things from one of his bags. (The smaller of the two, but still holds a surprising amount of things; A small stack of various Astronomy textbooks and library books. A laptop and small portable external battery pack. A tablet and sync cables. More snacks -- sour worms, more sweet bread, and three bottles of water. A poorly folded blanket. And his own jacket -- a black flight jacket decorated with various patches.) "It's a lot clearer tonight than I thought it was going to be." Haneul grins wide and somewhat goofily, genuinely excited about the turnout of the weather. He pulls his snapback from off his head long enough to comb his fingers through the somewhat brittle bleached ends of his hair, pushing the strands back off his forehead before putting his hat right back on. "I thought we were going to end up looking at a bunch of clouds again." He's starting to think he should have majored in Meterology.... or maybe actually use the weather app on his phone.

Half way through, it’s mid-day, they’re back at the city center at Patriarche, in an underground wine cave. She feels light and breezy in the midst of dusty, aged wine bottles. “I could use more cheese right now,” or maybe actual food, her stomach demands.