#ofnayeons

Kiyeol was trying to spend his night at the ball hiding from people. Sometimes the odd few people would approach him and talk to him simply because he was the new kid on the block. But no one really stuck around. Kiyeol assumed this was because of his poor social skills. So, instead of trying to mingle and make friends like most people, he had found a nice little corner to hang out in by himself. But before heading over to his beloved corner he decided to at least stop by the buffet and grab some food. With a small plate in his hand he was slowly filling it with various snacks while popping the odd one into his mouth. The next thing he knew he was being approached by a girl he had never seen before. His first instinct was to duck his head and pretend he was invisible. But that was rude wasn’t it? To not at least say hi when someone walks up beside you? The girl must’ve thought he was weird being so oddly stiff and silent beside her. 

send me a… ☞ 

currently: accepting

☞ for my muses reaction to accidentally slamming your muses hand in the door.

saturdays were supposed to be reserved for sleeping in, gorging yourself on takeout and deliberately ignoring the large pile of essays – not spent slaving away at said essays, and certainly not in a stuffy libraryalong with several other unfortunate souls that had found themselves in the same predicament. if anything, now she wasted her time mourning for what she could’ve been doing. the card from the noodle restaurant she often ordered from weighed heavy in her pocket, and just out of the corner of her eye, she could see the folder that contained the drama she’d been meaning to watch for a while now. it was as if they were taunting her – mocking her, rubbing in the fact that the only thing missing from the picture was her. if it wasn’t so tragic, she might have even laughed at her misfortune.

deciding she’d had enough, eunji stood up abruptly,  closing her laptop and picking up her bag from the floor. the exit was already in sight and she quickened her pace, desperate to get away from the forsaken room – so close ---

send me a… ☃

currently: accepting

☃ - for my muses reaction to getting hit with a snowball thrown by your muse.

the snow came early that year – a swirling, glistening whiteness that smothered the entire courtyard overnight. but eunji didn’t mind. in fact, she adored everything about that kind of weather – the satisfaction that came with being the first one to step in a blanket of fresh snow, the soft crunch under her feet as she moved forward, and the crisp air that nipped at her cheeks and turned them a light shade of rose. for a brief moment, herthoughts wandered to her childhood, to one of the few untainted memories. she’d go outside, not caring if it was frigid or that her mother would be angry at her for not dressing properly, running and twirling as intricate patterns of snowflakes fell around her – colourless confetti in an icy ballroom where she was the only guest. for a moment, the girl hesitated, blinking thoughtfully – perhaps – if she could feel that childlike excitement again –  

reaching for the condoms, his large hand suddenly envelops a smaller one. “ oh. ”