#yjseoks

Turtle doves pool around the pavement, pecking for any crumbs left on the ground. Beams of sunlight created a little rainbow from the fountain. A tiny child bounced out of glee when he broke his own record of skipping stones on the lake. A father bought a red balloon for his daughter and got a sloppy kiss on the cheek out of it. The scenery was as if it was taken out from a movie. It was a spectre to behold, but poor Ara was missing it all.

Her tinted sunglasses hung low on her nose bridge as she paced around, holding up a map that she had no idea was upside down. She stopped and craned her neck, eyes finally leaving the booklet she hurriedly bought at the gift shop that was not helpful to her at all. The guide told her she was now at her destination, but why is she beside an elementary school?! She cannot help but to reminisce about the cartographer she met back at her travels. Perhaps if she actually stopped and listened to his ramblings instead of looking at the collarbones peeking out from his open white shirt then maybe she wouldn’t look this dumb right now.

She heaved a deep sigh, pushing up her sunglasses to rest atop her head. Ara crumpled the map on her hands and shoved it right back inside her sling bag. She squinted through the radiance of Yongsa in the early morning and muttered, “Where is that damn tree?”

jiyeon was glad that she chose a decent place to live in after she moved out. she wasn’t sure how she was supposed to cope if she suddenly lived without a pool, her car, air conditioning, and her own bathroom.

she was sitting by the pool, her feet occasionally dipping into the water, speakers on at full volume ( it’s fine, i’m not blasting some emo metal at 8 am ). she was scrolling through her spotify playlist, trying to make the perfect queue for today’s perfect weather.

jiyeon lays on her back, still looking through the endless list of songs. the sun felt like it was directly on top of her, so she used her phone as a shield against the harsh light. she sighs and exits the app, opening up her soundcloud to find some new music.

she came across pjsocks’ new release, c u soon, and excitedly tapped on it. she’s been following this artist for about a month now, and even though all they post are lofi beats, she’s just in love with the arrangement and the feeling that it gives her. listening to pjsocks’ songs is the equivalent of laying in bed with a think blanket on top of you.

she turns on her side, and after a few moments, her mind was being detangled by the soft beats. jiyeon fell asleep within minutes, even though the sun was about to toast her entire left side. in her dazed state, jiyeon heard the familiar drums of eung eung, and opened her eyes to see her phone about to teeter off the edge of the pool and into the water.

Bewilderment -- it is etched across every inch of Jiao’s features; in the furrow of his brow, the width of his eyes, and the slight part of his lips. Jiao is perplexed and uncertain, whether he should be upset, or thankful, or some other elusive emotion that could allow him to fully comprehend what just happened. One minute he was enjoying his first cigarette in weeks and the next, one of his neighbors was asking for a puff only to toss the his lit cigarette aside.

“What--” Jiao interrupted himself to finally look his neighbor in the eye and still, he could not determine exactly what he was feeling or wanted to say. Instead, his brain seemed to opt for a neutral, “What just happened?”

    taeil is convinced his plan is a genius one. he hadn’t even finished explaining his train of thought to jonas, but his expression was already one of great pride, like he’d just cracked the code to something brilliant that no-one in the world had ever thought up before. to be fair, a lack of proper sleep and some late night delirium tended to do that to people. 

          “we build a fort. a good fort. the best fort. we watch some movies. get some snacks. we become the envy of everyone around here... what do you say?”

put a european country in my ask box! ☾ *

germany 🇩🇪 : do you like bread?

“i do! i love bread! i make it a point to visit the night market every now and then to get some egg bread because they are the greatest thing in the world, but i have to eat them now in moderation since if i have too much i’ll get a nasty tummy ache.”

luxembourg 🇱🇺 : what’s the coldest temperature you’ve ever experienced?

“never go to the beach during the winter season. no need to elaborate much further. i’m already shivering just by thinking about it.”

italy 🇮🇹 : currently in a relationship?

put a european country in my ask box! › open.

🇧🇾 - 𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚋𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍?

“um, probably something from college? something i probably didn’t even finish, honestly. i barely ever make it through books, because i’m a dumb bitch..”

🇱🇻 - 𝚍𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊𝚗 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚛 𝚐𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢?

“a few. i got a pretty brutal one on my knee a couple of years ago when i tried to do a sick front flip off of my cousin’s trampoline. i’ve barely done anything athletic in my life ever, though, so i BASICALLY almost died. sort of.”

🇩🇰 - 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚝 𝟸𝟶.𝟹𝟶 𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚍𝚊𝚢?

unusual questions meme › closed.

🎂- 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝’𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚘𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛-𝚝𝚑𝚎-𝚝𝚘𝚙 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚠𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚍…

“i’ve never watched either of those, but i do kind of live for any sort of over-the-top reality shows, especially if a competition is involved. i’d say the america’s next top model realm of things is more my jam, though. and i’ve also kind of always been into most of the produce seasons, even though none of my favorites ever make it (#justiceformiru), and they’re also basically rigged, but it’s kind of fun to keep up with sometimes.”

📲- 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚘𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚗 𝚍𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚝𝚎𝚡𝚝𝚜/𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚜 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛…

“uh… pretty frequently, i think. we usually keep up a steady flow of communication. mostly it’s her either asking about memes i’ve mentioned in my videos, or telling me to watch my language in my minecraft playthroughs, but we also have a pretty sick game of cup pong going on in our texts right now, so that’s kind of a daily thing.”

🍏- 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚛𝚎𝚏𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚎𝚊𝚝 𝚗𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝…

“would you believe me if i said i’d never actually played that many rpgs?” the question is mumbled in a sleepy tone as sungil lazes across a sofa in one of the sharehouses many common areas, half-lidded eyes watching jonas as the other carries on with his day. the topic is no doubt out of the blue, prompted only by jonas’ sudden arrival in the room, but it’s a subject sungil has been dwelling on for a few days now. as someone who had somehow managed to turn gaming into a profession, you would think he’d managed to master all aspects of the trade when the reality was, in all the time he’d spent honing his skills for the competitive scene, he’d missed out on games with more substance. whatever that meant. 

pushing himself upright a little, sungil ruffles orange-dyed hair before pulling the hood of his hoodie over his head for comfort. “like, where would i even start? what ones are popular? is minecraft an rpg? i have many questions.”