#yietvan

➤ yietvan:

Send me ‘I want the K’ and I’ll use a number generator to write a drabble about my muse kissing your muse. 

                    6. Lip Gloss Kiss: This is a fun, flirty kiss for girlfriends to give their boyfriends. Put on a healthy amount of lip gloss or ChapStick, then rub your lips on your partners’ lips until theirs are coated, too. For extra fun, surprise your partner with a sweet, fruity lip gloss flavor. 

It’s still annoying to deal with. Either of their parents aren’t to blame for it but she still doesn’t want to cope with it or him as a whole. Using the small mirror within her hand, peering over at her features through the tiny reflection given. Gloss within her hand and she’s tracing her entire pair of lips with it slowly as she’s waiting for the other male to arrive back with their food. Which didn’t take too long, the time the possessions were dropped within the tiny bag that usually was hanging by her hip, Mark was in sight for her to take notice of. 

❝Here, princess. Need anything else?❞ He informs. Plates placed in front of them and he’s taking a seat besides her comfortably rather than being on the opposite side. Fries pinched in between his teeth before it falls directly inside of his mouth to eat it contently. Glancing over at the younger who was more focused on the meal than him, head shaking in response and he shrugs to enjoy the meal he bought for the both of them. 

Within the last couple of minutes of finishing the last pieces. Sungkyung peers over to check what he was doing, head unknowingly pressed within his broad shoulder and the dark tresses cascade down her back. Lips pursing out and her brow cocked up when he lifts up his phone a little higher. ❝We are not about to play this whole — yah, turn that off.❞ The fair warning was hissed out, noticing their faces resting within the screen of his phone and there’s a bland expression on her visage. 

An arm was properly draped along her shoulders to remain the closeness they had for the past forty-five minutes. ❝If we gotta act like it a little longer, then we should at least put more effort into it, babe.❞ And with his response, only landed a small jab against his ribcage from the young woman’s elbow. Deciding to give in quicker, the faster this is — the quicker she didn’t have to deal with the cliche pet names and his presence as a whole. 

It takes a pair of radiant smiles to display happiness and one simple click on the screen of his phone to snap a photo. Observing it with a keen eye and Sungkyung reaches over to clean up the mess in order to slide the garbage into the trash bin in the corner. Along with placing the trays up top on the counter surface. ❝Cute.❞ Is what she mumbles out to let Mark hear, earning the soft lighthearted chuckle from his lips when doing so. 

❝You know,❞ Speaking out between the silence that arises. He tries to reach for her attention somehow, despite her back simply turned back away from him. Probably checking her make-up, he muses silently to himself. ❝I think you owe me for buying you lunch today.❞ Of course it’s a playful comment, it was his offering to take her out. Somehow this was a gift, a form of an apology for her enduring the mess that was between them and around. 

Lips smacked together and she glances over at him in the corner of her eye. Brow raising and she thinks of any payment to give to the older male, causing her to scoot closer to him once again. Backtracking the words that were given to her before her dainty palms were brushed over towards his visage. Cheeks cupped and she inches forward to press her lips against his own. It’s probably not the first time they sealed a kiss, last time it was an accident but she feels the same softness brush within her own. Gradually applying pressure as time goes on before she turns her head from one direction then another, smearing the remaining gloss along his pair of own lips before pulling away in satisfaction. ❝There.❞ 

Today's a day like any other.  The birds chirp sweetly, sunlight filters in through partially-closed curtains.  Naeun stirs in her bed and lets a sigh fall from parted lips, fingers curling into the plush fabric of her blanket.  And then groans.

Today's not a day like any other.  She remembers this just as her phone begins to buzz insistently, the screen lighting up, a message popping up.  "Pack your bags, idiot." Great.  Terrific.  Today, she was being sent (read: not voluntarily) to the dirty, plain-as-hell countryside under the benevolent influence of her darling parents.  You need to experience the other side of the spectrum, my dear, they'd said.  Bull.  Utter and complete bull.  It was a ploy to get her out of the house, she was sure, and maybe even a weak one at setting her up with their favorite child.  The singular memory she has of him is when they were five, and he'd broken her favorite doll.  There were tears and plenty of squabbling, and she probably had tried to bite him at some point in time (at that age, she thought it was a perfectly reasonable defense mechanism).  Needless to say, they hadn't been the best of friends.  They hadn't seen each other after that, really-- and she'd never bothered to contact him, nor he, her.  It seemed that they both found no reason to step into unknown boundaries.  

A scowl passes her lips as she rolls out of bed, running fingers through her hair as she picks her way over to her closet and begins haphazardly tossing clothes into her suitcase.  She's not dressing to impress, anyways, so whatever makes its way in will have to do.  A couple of t-shirts, a few jeans-- no dress, because she doubts there'll be a suitable occasion for her to wear it-- and because she'd rather not risk getting it soiled.  Her toothbrush, a facial cleanser, all the essentials...Ten minutes later, the task is complete.  

The train ride there takes an hour- she curls up in her seat, silently fuming at her ill-met fate, earbuds tucked comfortably in her ears as a crooning John Mayer attempts to soothe her temper. Once in awhile it slows to a stop, the whoosh of the door tell-tale signs of passengers' departure, and on the sixth stop, she's one of the few who gather her bags and make their way out.  The birds still chirp, but there's no comfortable cacophony of urban background noise that greets her ears.  Sure, cars still rumble along the nearby roads..But it's obvious that she's no longer at home.  

Mark is supposed to meet her at the entrance of the station, so there she goes, stormily dragging her suitcase behind her.  She hasn't seen him since that last encounter, so she hardly knows what to expect.   A slouchy, emo kid with kohl-rimmed eyes and studded ears?  A smile curls her lips at the thought-- at least she'd have her last laugh, no?  The station is mostly empty, except for a mother and her son, an elderly woman that keeps sending gummy smiles her way, and a couple of men wandering the premises.  He's late, and as the seconds begin to tick by, her patience wears thin. 

 By the time she's ready to turn around and simply head home, a boy roughly her age saunters in.  He's got a mop of unruly brown hair (dyed, she notes), and a stature that lacks whatever she'd hoped for.  No outrageous piercings, just twin studs that glint at his ears.  No eyeliner, either.   Dammit.  He looks....cute, she admits, but she searches for some sign of familiarity, desperate for any form of dissuasion. He could just be another passenger, and emo-kid could come in any moment now.  And then their eyes meet, and there's a jolt of recognition.  

Oh, no.

Literature Sentence Starters

The dark hours. Her favorite time period, but also her most hated. She didn't like to be alone, nor did she like to be bothered. There was no happy medium with her once the sun fell upon the horizon. Though the stars were something she was quite fond of, which is why she was able to pull through the countless sleepless nights. No wonder she found herself lying in the grass in the park close to her complex, gazing up at the stars in hopes to see past the surface and into the galaxy. Some may call her crazy, but she was just a dreamer. 

yietvan​. 

She was dragged casually to a party she didn’t want to attend to begin with. Despite the out-going demeanor she naturally displays in front of other people, she always felt uncomfortable being around parties where family knew other relatives but close friends of theirs were interlocked into the process. Sometimes she would see someone who she wasn’t even fond of to begin with and that was probably the downfall of it all.

Her steps were steady along the wooden pattern flood underneath the heels she wore comfortably. Empty cup in her hand, silently wanting nothing more than to refill it up with some random soda that was resting over on the counter. And the moment her fingers were grasping a hold of the top of it, her other wrist was held in someone’s hand causing her to blink out of surprise at the way the movement was simply rushed. Practically dragging her by the arm and she hissed quietly underneath her breath, barely making a sound or word of protest at the other. 

She wasn't too sure what was worse, the fact that she couldn't get the drink she wanted and it was abandoned on the counter. Or that people saw the sight of her practically being pulled with someone to an unknown destination. 

Honestly, she didn’t see who it was up until she was lightly pushed over and inside a room. Eyes peering over at the items lingering around and her head finally turns to meet eye to eye with the older male. ❝… Seriously?❞ Is what comes out of her mouth first. From what her eyes were catching from time to time, he was here with someone else; another girl but somehow she ends up being here. In his room. Causing her eyes to roam around a little more to check if that other female was here but when she notices it was just the both of them. Sungkyung then realized this was a mistake. 

  ❝You want me to try this?   ❞

         ( what is it. is it even e d i b l e ?            ugh. she really doesn't want            to do this. )