#janbyul

text memes: open !

send “✿” for a suggestive text.

( kkt // 은봄 ) my ta routinely checks my brother out( kkt // 은봄 ) she started wearing very vulgar articles of clothing ever since my brother picked me up ( kkt // 은봄 ) feel free to come by the library some time to stop this indecency

send “✘” for a hateful text.

( kkt // 은봄 ) make up your mind about how you feel already( kkt // 은봄 ) i’m not letting you hurt him again

send “#” for a random text.

( kkt // 은봄 ) could we reschedule our session that’s happening two weeks from now?( kkt // 은봄 ) the day after would be preferred.( kkt // 은봄 ) wrong person

send “@” for a scared text.

( kkt // 은봄 ) have you seen gaeul? i haven’t been able to get in touch with him for the last 4 hours( kkt // 은봄 ) it’s past midnight now and he’s still not home( kkt // 은봄 ) please, please tell me if you know where he is( kkt // 은봄 ) please

send “%” for a curious text.

* sentence starters : closed

( ‘ 가을 : ) “… ––– oh,”  he frees a blind exclamation, a quotation mark in between his thoughts and slow lips. studying her tone and expression, gaeul lets his mental objects churn. the gentle crinkle in the middle of her forehead indicates a mild chagrin, with her thinly pursed lips named concern. no matter how disquieted she seemed, her tone was always gentle: as dulcet as how she would fill him in her eyes. 

the addled stranger hastens away from them, and gaeul offers his full attention for her with his hands on knees. bom’s voice blends in with the resounding cries of cicadas, a nearby subway station, the aestival wind that heaves past the two. his gaze seems unfilled, though his thoughts not; he gently removes the long strands of hair that curtains her sight, and smiles as gently as her own coy plaint.

“if asking where the nearest subway station is the trend of asking someone out nowadays, then it’s really got to go.”  with the sky saturated to its most vibrant blue, the warmth overcharges his affection for her beyond the bounds; leaving him in a cloudless simper. gaeul takes her hand and gently rocks it back and forth with his own, ready to wait as long as needed to confirm her solace. despite her genuine concern, he still finds all of her as lovable as the summer air.  

[ 가을: ] he whispers a discreet ‘fuck’ as he stands there, panic-stricken. elbow on door frame, other hand on waist, he falters sloppily ; managing a simper that is nothing more than open-to-question.