#yooseung

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a loud, high pitched scream could be heard somewhere in the dinner, followed by a “my nail!!” if anything, bora was a good actress and a nail artist. because she had managed to make one of her nail beds look like it had completely ripped off, complete with fake blood, before she came to the diner in a very ambitious attempt at getting yooseung out of work. what was so important that warranted her an acting role and a stunt of hitting a table and ‘ripping’ her nail off? it was a shopping spree where she wouldn’t have to spend a single penny, of course. “fuck!! it’s bleeding!” she screamed in a shrill voice, holding the fake bleeding finger with her other hand and keeping her hands away from her new light green skirt that she got last week. the screaming kept going, like she was in actual pain. the sight of fake blood was enough to get her into the role. “where’s yooseung?! call yooseung!!!” 

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“oh, god!” mae exclaimed when she turned around from the bar and was faced by the last person she wanted to see, feeling startled. “holy shit, dude.” she looked down at her drink to make sure she hasn’t spilled it. “are you stalking me or something? stop appearing everywhere i go like a creep.” he definitely wasn’t following her, everyone knew this. somehow, the universe just kept putting them in the same places, and mae wasn’t having the best time with this.

“i secretly took money from my aunt’s purse when i was sixteen.”

florence and the machine, billie eilish, grimes. depends on the mood, you know. some days the vibe is whimsical some days the vibe is emo and some days i wanna listen to some incoherent shrieking to a funky beat.