remnants;

    at this point jinyoung’s got a million possibilities running wild within his mind —- his bald head in the mirror, the laughter of his students echoing into the night, and all of their assignments having presentations attached which consisted of an in depth explanation of how the symbolism somehow tied into how squeaky clean seonsaeng’s head was. it was a nightmare, and he can’t help but control the panic that’s channeling his temper. “yes, bubblegum,” an aggravated sigh, more so at himself than his counterpart, “uhmm —- greasy…greasy….yeah…i don’t know there’s tons of greasy things in this world, and for some reason when i moved in a week ago, i didn’t think to buy any.”

      Dahee nodded understanding what she meant “ Yeah but if you don’t focus so much on the standards and just focus on what you are doing right now it might be easier “ she suggested and shrugged her shoulders and then smiled “ Yeah totally, I will let you know as soon as I see some free time which should be soon “

Any time that he’d been able to meet someone who ran around similar circles as him, he was grateful - most of the people he tended to befriend nowadays claimed music to be a hobby for them. Something fun to do on the side while they focused on something else more… substantial that a member of their families had set them out to do, to carry on some family business. Music was his lifeblood. Not a fall back, not a hobby. Something that he’d set out to do from day one - despite any ill-wishes or manipulation that so-called family directed toward him.

So the bit of encouragement from the woman didn’t feel like empty words, Like someone calling out from a safe distance. It felt like something real, and it struck a chord with him. “Ah, thank you,” Deryl found himself saying, slightly bashful. “I could–I could show you something I’ve been working on if I see you again,” he said.

      though strides carried him forward toward their new destination, his heart held him back, stuck in the past, memories of the two circling, memories of a time where they manage to get closer— but they never quite made it all the way. off timing, a voice in his head echoed ruefully, telling him that this time would be no different. the suddenness of yeri’s compliment brought a QUICK coloring to tanned cheeks, embarrassment blooming throughout his visage. ‘ thanks, ’ he answered, bashful; but grateful, nonetheless. ‘ you do too … look good, i mean. you always do, but … ’

     ⊰ ❀ ⊱   —   jaeun has been dozing off standing at the bus spot for god knows how long,  suitcase between legs and backpack resting on top with the girl leaning forward,  head on top.  eyes were closed as arms tighten themselves around her luggage because even in her sleep - filled haze she’s on high alert of her surroundings.  normally,  jaeun would not be dozing off like this,  or be this exhausted really but she’s had a long week prior and is now just returning from a rural side of south korea where her mother resided.  they had been doing a memorial for her late brother for a week,  even went up to the temples and prayed.  all of that has left the poor girl completely exhausted—-  mentally and physically;  hence the reasoning of her cat nap at the bus stop.  it wasn’t until she felt her suit case being knocked over jaeun jolted wide awake,  head snapping up and looking around.  body the first to really respond as the woman stands,  quickly picking up her items.    ❛ i’m sorry  …  i shouldn’t have been in the way.. ❜   jaeun murmurs as she glances up,    ❛ are you okay? ❜

      “ aww well you have gotten through the hard part before so you will get through it again “ she responded wanting to encouraging to her friend. “ Yeah I’m very much enjoying it  “ she replied with a nod.

stupidity S T R I K E S  could be a proper title for the situation. when you have exactly one hundred self-portraits created by none other than a group of 14 year old students — and you  PROCRASTINATED until the last possible moment to grade them, you’ll find yourself in the exact same predicament as jinyoung. what better to keep his focus than chewing the entirety of a pack of gum all at once? what worse could happen besides falling A S L E E P with the wad still in his mouth? not for long —- the pink lump had to have been personified, had a mind of its own the way that it had spread itself into the raven locks of hair that adorned jinyoung’s head. his brother would know just what to do. but his brother wasn’t here, in another country, and jinyoung had been yanking at the shit all day long. it was to ask for help — or to start the new trend of bubblegum haircuts. ”um…this is gonna be weird, but…do you know how to get bubblegum out of hair? i fucked up…”

had it of been anyone else’s papers being swept off by the wind, and taemin had been there to witness it just as he did a few seconds ago, he would of kept on walking. involving himself in other people’s misfortunes was only enjoyable when he had some sort of upper hand or could benefit in some degree from their fuck up – but upon realizing it was yeri, taemin had immediately felt that familiar tug of fondness in him that somewhere along the way had developed. he was barely fond of anyone. her demeanor made it difficult to be too brash and rude ; taemin contained himself. at yeri’s apology, he brushes it off because he doesn’t need it. “you’re not a burden,” he corrects, fixing her with a look, “what were you doing before that happened?”

          ━━   one,  twenty - four hour stream  &  too many  monster energy drinks  later,  hyeon has finally emerged from her apartment to  STEP  into sunlight.  admittedly,  the  brightness  blinds her momentarily but soon after she’s A D O R N I N G  large sunglasses to protect her eyes.  one might even assume she’s hungover,  but it was  quite  the opposite  ;  perhaps the excuse of alcohol being the source of her disheveled appearance would’ve been better  accepted,  though there wouldn’t be a chance of her coming up with such a mitigation.  frame pauses in the middle of the sidewalk  ━━  neck craning back as she allows sunrays to  sink  into her pores in hopes that it’ll help her feel more  ENERGIZED.  in the midst of such an act,  another force collides with her,  causes a loud  SCREECH  to come from chapped lips.    ❛    ━━  CHRIST,  i think i’ve  a c t u a l l y  just suffered from a heart attack.  i  gotta  ease up on the energy drinks  !    ❜    palm rests over her heart,  enjoying the  FEELING  of genuinely being able to feel how  alive  she is.  it’s an afterthought to check on said stranger.    ❛    i didn’t  hurt  you  too bad,  right  ?    ❜

— ❛  FLATTERIES WERE COMMON to her – she was used to listening to those all the time, enough to make her ego inflated; bloated, even. when those came from yeri, she felt differently, she felt it in her heart, truly – it was only her effect, carina had to remind herself – it was only that she was way too powerful, and she knew the path straight to her heart. “ this is a lie, and you know it. ” she spoke softly, feeling unworthy of any ounce of admiration that her sister could direct at her. trained eyes scanned through dozen of lined dresses, a way of distracting herself, a way of choosing the right words to say, ignoring the refusal from the other. “ those here would look nice, but it’s not– ” hands clasped together as she looked at what she had been looking for. “ i think i actually found it now. ”

          HANDS FILLED WITH THE scattered papers, now collectively aligned in stack & in her rather tight grasp so they wouldn’t end up becoming as they were previously, she held them outwards towards the female whom was doing so as she was seconds ago. ‘ no problem, always ready to help when needed, ’ she stated, sat back on her haunches. the feel of the grass tickled the material of her jeans, palms FAINTLY covered with dirt but it wasn’t as if she minded. warm hues observed the way yeri plucked up the sheets of paper, & was on her own feet within a matter of moments to hold out a hand for her. the acknowledgment of how it felt to do something embarrassing resonated with her deeply & therefore her calm exterior that shone through now; took years of practice.

       Dahee smiled gently “ and I guess the writing has been going well ? “ she replied with a question, she sometimes envied Yeri for being so good with words “ Ah yeah you know school has been keeping me busy “

     a b o y i s h smile overtook his features with her agreement to their seemingly official ( seemingly about to take place ), coffee date — no, coffee get together ? he wasn’t sure which description comforted him more, which one kept his HOPES relatively low ( because, really— he’d never been able to do so when it came to her ). ‘ no, i mean—- you’d be keeping me occupied, but in a pleasant way. the kind of occupied you want to be. ’ the words felt a w k w a r d falling from his lips, cluttered half as bad as his thoughts—but his words were true; he’d never mind time spent with yeri. long strides carried him forward, closer to her— before he set off in the direction of the nearest cafe he knew of. ‘ let’s go. ’

yuna: of course !

yuna: you should join me for a class sometime could be fun!

yuna: just don't overwork yourself, okay?

yeri: ooh i'd love to ! just let me know when 💖

SUN-SLATHERED SKIN MEETS divine touch — he comes to yield, a healthy pink blossoming where her fingers have mellowed him, more like soul twining than casual intimacy. he believes this NECESSARY, an easy and intrinsic display of affection that no longer steals the air from his lungs ( they’re desiccated, like the precipice on which they stand ) but continues to burn the flat of his tongue and the tail-end of his throat, as if he’s swallowing something morose or acrid or HIM. he doesn’t know if she’ll like the edges of him that aren’t as sublime. ‘ i’m okay. we can go, if you’d like. wherever you want. ’