#maegangu

( / lowers down the book she was holding, her gaze averted from the book she was reading, not even bothering to take off her reading glasses as she gave her room mate a curious look. ) hm? what is is, haena?

[ maegangu ]

     Horrible. Absolutely, utterly, and completely horrible. There is no other suitable description worthy of detailing just how poorly Seulmi feels the very moment she awakes. Her body is as heavy as a thousand stones, her head is throbbing steadily with a harsh pain, and her nose seems to be filled with an unbelievable amount of snot (as disgusting as it is to pay recognition to). Overall, she is beyond exhausted and beyond well. It takes an excessive amount of energy to simply lift a hand to rub away the wetness accumulating beneath her nostrils, which are already reddening from irritation. Truly, what a bother. Now the icky semi-liquid is beginning to dry against the skin of her hand, the sensation as disturbing as the overwhelming burning filtering through her entire body. Being sick is not at all fun when alone.

    Not that this is a new discovery on her end. It is the moment that presents the realization in a new light. Perhaps a direct result of this incident being quite close to the most terrible she has ever felt during sickness. A conclusion thoroughly supported by her inability to do much more than shift slightly. She rolls her head to the side, in search of a box of tissues that she knows she has. Alas, the item she wants is nowhere in her immediate vision, which means it will not be retrieved any time soon. Instead of reaching for something with which to wipe away the nasty nasal mucus that continues to leak, her palm lands on the hard case cover that protects the back of her cellular device. Seulmi pulls the phone to her with intentions of persuading someone to come nurse her back to health. Singling out a friend requires little thought when considering the sickly state she is in.

     [  ✉  → amaezing babe. ] i’m dying. i swear it.      [  ✉  → amaezing babe. ] you cursed me when you said i would get sick. :’(      [  ✉  → amaezing babe. ] i feel terrible. come help, please. <3 sos.

[ maegangu ]

     Colors, to Seulmi, are nothing more than an enervating hassle approximately ninety-percent of the time. Ranging from the colors she can properly determine, to the few she cannot. It all requires an exhausting amount of energy, labels, and a tedious process of trial-and-error. That is, when pertaining to clothing and dressing oneself. Art, however, is an entirely different issue located on a completely different spectrum, all on its lonesome. All the same, the obsession with matching each article of one’s attire has never settled comfortably into her daily agenda. As a totally clueless and inattentive person with a rare color vision deficiency, she is at an immediate disadvantage in that competition. Incredibly unfair, in her opinion. Luckily, her sociability tends to award her with friends willing to play the part of her second pair of eyes.

     Lovely, amazing friends who consequently receive unyielding attachment. More particularly, Maegan; the given name (though she rarely refers to her as such in favor of testing dozens of senseless nicknames) of the woman that ranks rather high among the people Seulmi cherishes wholeheartedly in many aspects. And also requests to tag along for spontaneous shopping adventures, like so: she travels alongside her usual companion across well-polished floors, occasionally bumping at the shoulder due to her inability to properly judge the boundaries of personal space. The consistent contact goes unnoticed by her as she seemingly rambles on and on about several different topics at once, hands gesturing wildly all the while, most likely unable to focus on one subject long enough to be understood. That does not give reason for her to cease her babbling, though. Her words are only pulled to an abrupt halt when her attention is stolen through peripheral vision. 

     Her gaze is drawn to a vast array of styles displayed within a window a few meters away. She stops, unusually quiet, silently mulling over a series of thoughts, both disconnected and connected to the current circumstances. Barely a second passes before she is stabbing a finger in the direction of the store, saying, “Let’s go look around in there.” Although, by the time the short suggestion is fully spoken, the girl is being lured inside, aided by the exuberant sounds of a soundtrack that becomes increasingly familiar the closer it edges towards its chorus. Seulmi hums quietly along with the jittery tune, not bothering to check to see if she is being followed by her friend as she swiftly shuffles farther into the depths of the clothing store, obviously momentarily distracted. Her fingers graze the soft fabrics of the nearest clothing items in reach as she passes, leaving blouses, dresses, and jeans to swing precariously on their hangers, nearly dropping from the racks each garb hangs from.

4: Forehead Kiss

6: Gentle Peck maegangu

bitna thought she would never see maegan again.

After serious consideration and deliberation, Jumie approached her friend with an idea. It was mostly for fun, but she figured ‘why not turn it into a project for school’ as well? So with a coy grin, she had wrapped her arm around her friends waist and rested her head on the girls shoulder before turning on the aegyo. “Chingu~ Do you want to do the school project with me?” She waited for the affirmation that was sure to come, and when it did, quickly whipped out a sketchbook that had glued in pictures, one of which was John Travolta. “Perfect! I’m thinking of drama minor, but am not sure, so I am taking a class. You know how we aren’t sure how guys think and such? Lets pretend to be them. The drama department already said they would help us with the makeup!” She paused and looked her friend over. “Ah, but you’re...cootiful. You may not need makeup.”

maegangu

Sitting on her bed with her legs crossed, one elbow resting on her knee and her chin on her hand, she sighed heavily, causing a piece of loose blonde hair to fly up and then rest back against her face. She had been watching Maegan practice a new set she had come with for the last ten minutes, but though her eyes watched, her mind wandered. Her friend was pretty, Jumie thought. Neither her nor Jumie seemed to care too much about looks, but that was alright...wasn't it? She thought it was, but Jumie began to tire of always being the 'boy-like girl'. Sitting up, she tried to think of how best to capture her friends attention, only to blurt out the first thing that came to mind. "Am I unattractive?" Well, not the best way to put it.