#krysuki

MESSAGE “✉” TO ME, I’LL SHUFFLE MY ITUNES SONGS, AND I’LL TELL YOU WHAT OUR SONG IS.

SEND ME A “♦” FOR THE FIRST WORD MY MUSE THINKS OF WHEN YOUR MUSE IS MENTIONED.

The news are terrifying and for once, Gaeul doesn’t have the heart to be optimistic, too shocked by the headlines, by what people are able to do to other human beings just being they chose to. It sickens her and whenever she hears about people dying, she wants to run away, to disappear from this world where nobody learned from the previous conflicts and wars. She grasps Soojung’s hand, feeling the need to be reminded that she isn’t alone and when she feels a light squeeze, she lets out a breath she didn’t know she was holding. The world is terrifying, yes, and people are killing each other, yes, but there’s still this little flicker of hope inside of her, that the world will be eventually fine. For now, her little world is fine, she has Soojung by her side and other friends she cares for, and she brushes away the guilty feeling that creeps in her mind for being alive. 

SEND ME A ♥ + A URL AND I’LL LIST 5 THINGS I LIKE ABOUT THEM.

» Your smile. 

» How you know how to sing and dance and look beautiful while doing it. 

» Red hair! 

» That you’re my friend. 

The sentence brings a childish pout on her face although she knows that Soojung is right. Her head is pounding, her nose is runny and her eyes puffy: she has gotten quite a bad cold and she has been sleeping for hours, so when she has stepped out in the living room of her apartment, she is both surprised to see there is Soojung sitting on her couch and that the sun is high up in the sky. She doesn’t remember calling her to come over but she certainly isn’t going to complain, having missed her way too much, so she waddles over to her, snuggled up in her thick blanket and lets herself collapse on the couch next to her friend.