#roseune

( outgoing message: rosie the red-nosed reindeer )

[ 2:09am ]

I spy with my little eye.

Someone who should be sleeping.

Why are you running into the convenience store at a time like this.

“You are effortlessly gorgeous”, she said, eyes on the screen with her photo on. Jangmi had found her request rather peculiar but figured there were situations in which a person had to pick in order to help a woman.

Start of the line, @roseune.

They stood, engrossed with slackened mouths and barely noticing their surroundings, under stars so brilliant they drew the eyes heaven bound. Jennie's trust in the companion leads her to a night of gazing at the midnight blue canvas above, covered in thousands and millions of bright specks (clusters of both faint and bold patches), and situated across the artificial lights of the city that looked like stills from an epic movie. The more she stared up in awe, the pin-pricks of white slowly started to seem more like street lamps that glowed large. Whenever she blinked rapidly, they become a gleaming daydream of falling stars.

Gloved hands against the cold railings, she leans forward, palms pressing down as the breeze of winter bites sharply and blows her light ash brown locks. She swells with sweetly sentimental thoughts, one of them about how the hike up was a modest trade off for such a view.

“It’s pretty at night.”

The younger couldn’t agree more. With a company so beautiful in every way, there were no doubts the destination would be too and yet she realizes then she couldn’t have gathered such a spectacle. “Ah, ah...” she lets out a series of sighs in bliss. “I know!” And follows up with an enthusiastic response as she briefly looks to the elder with a hint of glister in her eyes reflecting the same gleeful patterns of the sky that steals her attention back. “Thank you for bringing me here.” says Jennie in a casual tone, looking far into the view as she relishes the moment. 

Send “✆” for a MORNING text. 

( txt - 소을이 ) 소을아 오늘은 사진 촬영을 오전10시야 잊지마!!!! 

( txt - 소을이 ) 제발 잊지말자 사진이 빨리 다 찍고 집에 가자, 어???

Send “✉” for a text that WASN’T SENT. 

( txt - 소을이 ) 너의 뒤모습이 세상에서 제일 아름다운 모습이야 

Send “⁇” for a DRUNK text.

( txt - 소을이 )  소을아아아아아아아아아아아

( txt - 소을이 ) 아ㄴ뇨ㅇㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ

Send “ø” for a LATE NIGHT text.

( txt - 소을이 ) 있잖아 내가

( txt - 소을이 ) 한 말이 있어

( txt - 소을이 ) 있잖아 내가

( txt - 소을이 ) 배고파 죽겠네

Send “%” for a CURIOUS text.

( txt - 소을이 ) 너의 눈의 색깔이 왜 이렇게 생겨??? 

( txt - 소을이 ) 원래는 너의 옴마나 아빠 이런 같은 색깔이 있었어???

Send “♀” for a HEARTBREAKING text. 

( txt - 소을이 ) 소을아 미안해

( txt - 소을이 ) 지켜주지 못했어 미안해 

( txt - 소을이 ) 아프지만....  너도 날 잊어줘

jisoo’s seen her before.  recognition dances on the tip of her tongue, clouded by a looseleaf bundle of frayed memories (she’s dismayed at the thought of becoming senile, of all things). she’s struggling to put a name on the unassuming face before her when it suddenly clicks.

“aha!--” it comes out a little too animatedly- one of the workers almost falls over from where he’s stooped over a box of pears.  he shoots her a glare, but she’s too busy congratulating herself on solving the short-lived mystery on her hands to notice.  the daikon in her hand swings enthusiastically before she levels it at the stranger- well, sort of stranger with a victorious grin (she almost smacks an innocent passerby with the vegetable; this is probably why her members don’t let her near their kitchen knives).  

SEND ME A 😍 & I’LL FIND A PICTURE I LIKE ( no longer accepting ) 

Winter clings to Mina desperately. It bites at her skin and tries to penetrate her smile. It’s lazy but scrambling to fix itself on her body. Fix your lips; the words of her mother echo somewhere in her mind. Mina’s spent so many years being frozen and still that the winter is nothing but a reminder of her strength. It’s a reminder of her warmth. If anything she wears the cold as a protectorate, a charm. See how the cold slides off her and sits on shoulders like fresh snow and know that this woman is a conqueror in her own right.

It’s why she doesn’t flinch much when she first steps outside. Her attire consists of shorts, fuzzy boots and a sweatshirt. Her colleagues at first glance might not believe it was her but the woman beside her knows her too well. Mina trudges down the street with her hands on her lips and her cries out her throat. 

“Sunny-ah!” This is perhaps the only time desperation ever crawls out her body. She can’t say it’s the last but she aims to have control over it. She has control over her movements, though they appear scattered across the pavement. She has control over her voice as it echoes into the empty night. “Ahhhhhhh Rose what if she’s caught under something? You just had to go and scare her huh?” She means no harm by the words though, she laughs them out in fact and waits for the female to catch up.

( @roseune )

who’s that? lee taeyang? sophomore at korea university? otherwise known as the kid on campus who can’t say no?

while taeyang’s reasons for not being able to say no to a person in need are deep-rooted values and nothing to be made fun of in the present moment he regrets the title. rose wasn’t exactly a person in need to where he couldn’t ignore the proposition in favor of his dignity. however, because his values and desire to help anyone, especially close friends are indeed deeply rooted in him all he can do is huff underneath his scarf and rub his hands nervously in his parka.

“I can bake my own cake thank you very much.” it should come out a little more bitter than that. morning hasn’t quite hit him yet and yet there are so many people on the street, bleeding into daylight for him. so many people and she’s asking him to do something like this. taeyang is if anything a glutton for sweets, an absolute glutton and he’s got a mixture of vices bubbling in his stomach making the task easier to agree to than he thought.

“it better have strawberries. and I mean a lot of strawberries, I want to smell the strawberry all the way down the street.” he’s probably going to help her bake it though but that’s another thought for another day. right now he’s still standing awkwardly outside the restaurant, coat now loosened in favor of getting comfortable with the wind. it’s chilly but comforting. it’s a familiar nip at his skin, a reminder of when he could fly.

he won’t be doing any flying today but thinking of it as such makes it all appealing. he swallows his pride, scratchy and low into his belly where he can pull out all his courage. taeyang isn’t particularly shy about these things but the streets are crowded and he does have pink hair for crying out loud. his voice starts out, high-pitched and embarrassed,

“come come on in, order something. we’ve got warmth, we’ve got food, order something.” even imagining the music doesn’t help but the hard part is over. the music starts and so ends his inner turmoil.

don’t you look into my eyes and lie again. i’m sick of being alone. drop it.