#sumxns

[ sms : sumin ] what are you talki

[ sms : sumin ] I opened the freezer and almost threw up

Send me a ♡ and I’ll make a musing with some lyrics from the song I’m currently listening to.

“People always talk about how love is this totally unselfish, giving thing, but if you think about it, there’s nothing more selfish.”

Sumin pondered that thought for a moment as she watched the female. Eventually she gave a few small nods and a hum, “You’re right… maybe its unselfish towards one person, but that doesn’t stop it being selfish towards everyone else.” She mumbled. “But its okay to be a little selfish sometimes. Not everyone has to be completely unselfish.” The fae smiled, giving her words a little more thought.

“Only you would find my offensive jokes funny.”

“Are you trying to tell me others don’t?” She asked, feigning surprise before laughing. “I just have a twisted sense of humour, you know that.”

[ + sumxns ]

   ⚾  Halloween, October 31st. The day was slowly approaching, which meant that busy times were ahead. Decades ago, the mere term of it was of foreign language to the commoners of South Korea. A joyous day for people of all ages when it reality it centered around the dead? In the western spectrum of the world, that seemed fined, appropriate. But in the east, specifically conservative asian countries such as The Republic of South Korea, that was too out of the ordinary. But as time went on and things of the past stayed in the past, society changed along with it. Halloween had no (to some degree) become a holiday celebrated in this land. The year was now 2015, and it had grown bigger than ever. Interest spread like wildfire and the number of participants grew exponentially leading up to that year. Now, it was a common sight to see kids or teens dressed for the occasion– though the elder folk still seemed appalled by such an appearance. 

     Lucas, having been an inhabitant of Japan– Halloween was already a big part of the culture there, was already well aware of what was to come. He enjoyed it, it was nice to witness change. It was his last year ever as a student, senior year. As the old cliche went, it wasn’t about how you started but how you ended. He wanted to end the year with a bang, with some everlasting memories. With that being said, he didn’t hesitate to partake a group effort in creating a week long festival dedicated just for that one day. Why celebrate Halloween for one day if it could be extended to seven? 

     He was assigned to construct plans for a haunted house and to even put his ideas to life. A task of that caliber was no one man job, so he invited along someone who he knew wasn’t fit for the job, whatsoever. Sumin, the poor girl. It was going to be simple; a bait and trap. The constant pleading and assurance that it was all going to be on jovial experience finally caused the female to cave in and help– reluctantly. A day before the planned week, the two met up at the designated location where the haunted house was going to come to life: an abandoned school. How fitting. 

     Renovating a large scaled building such as a school was humanely impossible for the duo to complete, but there was no need to. The mere thought of entering a deserted institution was scary enough. There was a universal consensus that “abandoned” and “scary” were synonymous. Only a hallway and its classrooms were needed. To get the real feel and ambiance of what kind of fear it provoked, Lucas came up with the idea to drag Sumin along in the dead of the night to the said place. A flashlight in one hand and the girls arm in the other, the two made their way towards the entrance. 

Idol Sumin ʜᴀs ᴍᴏᴠᴇᴅ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇx!

renting flat #639, a two-bedroom apartment, willing to take in a roommate.