─ myeongdong district

@♤ lee seungjoo ˡᵒʳᵉⁿ *Jooyeon's ponytail was all but disheveled at this point, the elastic barely clinging on to the end of his slicked hair. He sports a grateful, lopsided grin on his face (though his eyes are closed) as Loren brushes strands of the mussed up hair off his forehead*
*in front of him, he holds out three fingers to his friend, confirming his drink total* Three. But I only paid for the first two, so does it count?
*his slurred speech sounds perfect in his ears, though later he'd think back and pity whoever had to decipher his words* *he leans into the wall, dissolving into giggles* This is a gay club, isn't it?
Look... I'm wearing the shirt you got me - *he pinches the front and pulls it out* Sunghoon liked it.

@♤ lee jooyeon ʲᵘⁿᵉ *the bathroom is mostly silent when he walks in, only the distant sound of the club music filling in the quietness from the other side of the door. he'd been expecting a short word back, or the click of a lock, but the loud bang of the stall door almost has him jumping out of his skin as it flies right past him, missing him by a few centimeters as the other longish-haired male falls right at his feet, sprawled on his back on the bathroom floor*
Depends what type of god you believe in
*he jokes lightly before noticing how pale the younger one looks or how his eyes can't seem to really focus on him. seungjoo is quick to crouch down next to his bandmate, worry all over his face. he had a hunch jooyeon wasn't too used to drinking, but he was at least glad he'd caught him around*
I'd rather make headlines with something more upbeat than 'Plushi's bassist found passed out a gay club bathroom'
*he throws in in uneasy sarcasm as he carefully pulls the other up into a sitting position, propping him up against the stall door that had then fallen close with a light squeak. his fingers come up to the other's forehead, pushing away some stray strands of hair that stuck to his forehead*
How much did you drink?
*he questions the other, giving him some breathing space while trying to use his body to block jooyeon's state form the field of view of the other guys who walked into the facilities or out of the stalls.*

@♤ lee seungjoo ˡᵒʳᵉⁿ *the spinning wasn't so bad when his eyes were closed, but if he moved even a half inch, or tried to open his eyes again, he would spiral back. His head dips further between his shoulders, hovering above the bowl*
*a bout of nausea heaves him forward. Don't throw up... Don't throw up...*
"Jooyeon, you okay?"
Huh? *he makes the mistake of whipping backwards. Already precariously balanced, he tumbles backwards out of the stall, the door banging loudly when it slams into the wall* *Jooyeon lies on his back, staring straight up at the flickering neon lights*
Sunghoon? *he tries. The shadow of the person above him is all twisted and morphed to the point where he can't recognize the features* God? Am I dead?

@♤ lee jooyeon ʲᵘⁿᵉ /the night was young and Seungjoo hadn't gotten to the bar too long ago, having decided to go out only after realizing all of his group would be out for the night. Something that didn't happen too often as they did count with at least two faces who weren't much the type for the night life. He was currently waiting on his first drink when his eyes accidentally spotted one such face, Jooyeon's recognizable hair and the bright pink letters of a very familiar shirt immediately getting his attention. He was about to get up and greet the other when his eyes landed on the man next to him as he offered Jooyeon a drink. his lips twisted up in an amused smile and he let his body fall back onto his seat. Maybe the other was just enjoying some company and like hell if Seungjoo was about to ruin that for him, so he decided he'd give him some space. Thought he'd of course have to bring it up later, if nothing else, just to at least get a reaction out of the other. Still, that didn't stop him from keeping an eye on the two as he sipped through the drink and chatted up with his own company for the night, though the more he watched on, the more the man in the suit rubbed him the wrong way. He kept talking very calmly and was all smiles, while Jooyeon himself didn't seem to be talking all that much, simply noding along and following the conversation. It was only when the bassist got up to get away and his step seemed to stumble that Seungjoo's brows furrowed in suspicion and worry. His body was quick to force itself up again as he watched the other clumsily disaplear into the bathrooms. The taller male tried to make his way through the crowd towards where the other was, sparing some quick glances to the now alone male who also kept his gaze locked on the restrooms' door, a small smirk on his face. As soon as he was at the other end of the hall, his hand pushed at the tall door, almost slamming it back on another man who'd been trying to leave./
Sorry
/the apology is muttered as he barely spares the man a look as his eyes instead search the room for his bandmate, and peeking towards the stalls once he doesn't spot him/
Joo? Jooyeon, you okay?

@♤ lee seungjoo ˡᵒʳᵉⁿ *He never should have come here. It's a recurring thought that Jooyeon chastises himself with as he feels at the walls of the bathroom. It takes him too long than he wants to admit to find the stall, having to hunch over to keep the world from spinning out of control*
*a night that was meant to help him escape and liberate himself from the shell of who he is, ended up reminding him that he was this way because he could not handle it any other way*
*it had started off decently. he'd chosen his best outfit (a t-shirt he'd gotten from Loren as a gift with the text "Best bottom" written in neon pink on the front), he'd tied his hair, he'd saved money for his drinks. It only took three drinks for him to start feeling the world spinning. It was the drink a man had bought him - a tall, dark and handsome man in a fitted suit, with sleeked back hair, and a loose tie. He'd claimed to be a fan of his music.*
*oh yeah, another terrible part of the night. People were recognizing him. That man - what was his name? Sunghoon? - had saved him from the crowd and bought him a drink*
Oh god - *he groans, stumbling to his knees before the toilet with the door half open behind him* *he clutches his head in his hands, eyes shut tight* Stop... Spinning...

@❄ kim miso .
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//cackles and wraps arms carefully around your middle, pointing upwards to your new tattoo, while balancing with one foot forward so i showcase mine in the mirror, grinning when our faces mush together/
Thank you for coming with me, Meesoyah. Your handholding is indeed 10/10.

@☾ kim yongsun ˢᵒˡᵃʳ Yes, ma'am~
*chimes obediently, maintaining form juust long enough to snap a few shots before switching cameras. after going through much of the same motions for the mirror shots before tossing an arm over your shoulder to pull you closer for a cheek-squishing side hug*
Thanks for inviting me, unnie~
*departs with a smacky smooch noise to finally, finally, allow the tattooists the opportunity to do wrapping and give us our individual aftercare do's and don'ts*

@❄ kim miso //poses along, the quality of the poses spiralling swiftly into the depths of madness, but at least our grins stretch further/
//scoffs and one shot catches me covering my face at the admission about the things your private account has seen/
Okay okay, one cute face coming up...
//sneaks both hands free and pushes my balled up fists up into my cheeks, as if pushing the apples upwars, the movement turning my eyes into tiny slits, while my mouth is puffed and comically squished between the fists/
Kyuuu~
Okay okay, mirror pics and we gotta go, our reservation is coming up

@☾ kim yongsun ˢᵒˡᵃʳ Well, sometimes chummy is good~
*replies, clearly amused but deciding to spare you a bit and leave it at that. flipping the camera, she falls right into place for a first shot, tossing an arm over your shoulder to bring you closer and giggling, squirming a little at the poke*
Oh definitelyy
*pauses long enough to actually snap the first series of pics, tongue poking out between her teeth while raising her free hand for the tried and true peace sign*
And most of these are going on the priv! It's seen wayyy more
Okay, cute face-
*switches up, puffing her cheeks and using the hand to make a one-sided flower pose*

@❄ kim miso Yeah but like... only when you're sleeping-- Otherwise it's... chummy and restricting--
//i can feel getting all flushed and blabbering in my self-imposed uncertainty and literally do a little body shake to "shake it off", smiling at you warmly when you cling, opening up to snake at least around your arm, if nothing else is possible right now/
Selfie time.
//leans in on automatic, making a peace sign with the fingers that are poking through, and looking up, camera-ready/
We should also do some in the mirror. Even if you look like you're flashing the camera.
//grins and pokes you lightly in the ribs so I'm not the only one with the dopey grin/

@☾ kim yongsun ˢᵒˡᵃʳ *beams, standing perfectly still for viewing throughout the rave review. she gives a little hand-twirling humble-brag of a bow at the reaction to her word play before chirping that it's a gift while scrunching up her shoulders in some makeshift semblance of a returned hug*
Uhm, that sounds like the opposite of a problem. Back-hugs are totally top tier!
*grins, very obviously up to more bull—because if she doesn't romanticize and dramatize everything, she dies like an ignored fairy—and hugs onto your arms so you can't let go just yet*
They're sooo romantic; especially when the big spoon is warm
*faux swoons, leaning into you briefly before letting you go to detach at your leisure. she fishes out her phone in the same motion*
So, I think I'll live!
*waves the device, various hanging charms clacking against the surface*
Selfie time?

@❄ kim miso [all naturelle ofc, touched by an angel, all that xDD]

//the absolute bimbo girly squeals gain us some attention from other artists and visitors of the studio, but i am unable to care as of now (will rot in shame later), keeping up the excited sounds, haphazardly turning to bow in gratitude to the lady who brought my dream to reality, only to see her grinning as she cleans up the station for the next client/
It's amazinggggggggggggggg Whaaaaaaaaaa!!!!! Wait wait, let me see yours better, turn to the light...
//maneuvers you lightly, and covers both my cheeks, not unlike "The Scream", with my mouth in an "O" formation/
Whooaaaaa... it's soso gentle, but the lines are so precise! And all the colors... I know i said it already, but... They just really pop so amazing, it looks amazing. And yes, you look hot.
//grins and twists my leg as much as possible, bracing myself on the wall as i crouch-lean to follow the lines of the wrapping dragon/
Aigooo, "chimyong" how did you even... Oh, but it's so good... Ugh, I'm so happy i could fly
//unable to hug you in excitement, scared not to hurt your new art, i opt for "hugging" myself by wrapping arms around my midriff, and grinning at you/
Only back-hugs for you for a while, huh? However are you gonna survive?

@☾ kim yongsun ˢᵒˡᵃʳ [gotta go back to the natural hair color every now and then xD]

I love you too~
*coos in the face of your obvious exasperation, reaching up to tame a bit of the chair-tussled hair on your heard. she nods in confirmation, stopping mid-way when you obviously can't see it before joining in the countdown, natural energy only bolstering the excitement that she carries in fists clench tightly at her sides*
one...two...THREE!
*spits out the number with a little bounce, louder than intended, before lifting her shirt to reveal the fresh ink and letting out a happy squeal at the sight of a vision brought perfectly to life*
Ah! Pretty! Omo, it's so pretty!! I love iiit
*exclaims, catching the responsible party's eye in their reflection and repeating the compliment before lowering her gaze to your tattoo—and letting out another squee*
Ohmygoditlookssoinggood! Itoldyou!
*switches between getting a mirrored and in-person view for a moment before crouching to get a proper look, hand bracing on the floor as she does a look around at the whole thing*
Wahh, it's giving...giving- ugh, I dunno! It just looks SO good. C'mon Kim chimYongjog¹~


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¹ chimyongjogin = "fatal"; slang for a person whose looks/vibes are deadly

@❄ kim miso [blondiso is back *fans self*]

//laughs in heartfelt, rich tone, but still making sure not to shake you too much, leaning in, as if into an imaginary microphone/
"Dear Miso's Diary, Kim Yongsun is also a certified meanie."
Oop-- Kim Miso! Wait--
//all but trips over my feet, dragged away like a dusty bag of potatoes over to the mirror and wobbles as we still so abruptly stop/
My god, you will end me... Wait my pant is still up...
//covers my eyes so i don't see, because i can't lift that high, and braces myself, suddenly very aware of the sound blood makes when it wooshes into your ears out of excitement/
Okay, okay... 1... 2... 3!
//lifts both hands abruptly, staring at the mirror image with my breath held, equal parts scared and excited, but the result makes me exhale loudly in an incredulous gasp at the artwork creeping around my ankle and up my leg, instinctively leaning in to check it closely/
Oh my god... it almost looks alive... oh my god... ohmygodohmygod...
//turns to you, looking at yours as well, grinning as i grip your shoulders, in an attempt to ground myself/
ohmygODohmygodohMYGOD!!!!! It looks amazing! Yours too! So colorful! oh my GOD!

@☾ kim yongsun ˢᵒˡᵃʳ *giggles, foot wiggles intensifying for a mere moment before she's grounded again by the gesture*
"Dear diary, Kim Yongsun thinks I always look hot~"
*recites before settling fully, making a grumbly noise at how you so easily turn my words around*
Wahh, you're so mean
*complains, pouty expression not lasting very long as the prospect of a bomb taco becomes the forefront of her mind...or half of it, with the buzz of the tattoo machine cutting out and getting swiftly replaced by an excited squee. she doesn't wait for the chair to be adjusted, sitting up fully on her own with her free hand already poised to support a full dismount as she scans the room for the show mirror while her artists offers getting the first look out of the way before any pictures and bandaging*
Mhm, thank you~
*slips out of the raised chair on the side closest to you so she's not forced to break the handhold and all but pulls you along toward the mirror. she doesn't have to close her eyes with her shirt falling back into place, so she offers to be your eyes on the way until you're both standing in front of the full body mirror that's in serious need of a clean*
Okay-
*lets go of your hand to have both free for "bam!" shirt lifting*
Okay- Ready? On three?

@❄ kim miso You always look hot.
//swerves the question elegantly, wiggling eyebrows not unlike the Disney prince from Tangled doing his smolder, and squeezes your hand to calm you down, while taking out my phone with the free hand/
Just a little bit more, hang in there. Let me see now what I can do with your hatred for our known and loved dishes.
//chuckles at your stifled dramatics, humming quietly as i scroll, then add limitations as you speak, the list quickly dwindling down to a couple of places nearby and i make my choice without much beating around the bush/
Decisions, decisions, all of them wrong. Mexican it is then, I love tacos actually. And now that you mentioned it...
//finishes off the booking with a couple of swift taps/
... i started craving them more and more. Well done.

@☾ kim yongsun ˢᵒˡᵃʳ *having shut her eyes to, once again, escape the urge to try and peak around her artist's head, she peaks one open at the sound before opening both as the curiosity and excitement once again takes hold*
Does it look good? Do I look hot?
*inquires, feet wiggling about because it's all she can move to get the pent-up energy out without ruining or disrupting anything*
Uuuuhmm, not Korean food
*says certainly after some more grace-period humming*
I reeeaaally missed other food when I was home. So...maybe Mexican? Ooh or Indian? Orrr- no, no, just those two. But
*starts to heave a very dramatic sigh but stops before the breath can even be taken in when she remembers that it'll cause too much trunk movement, so it's more of a cut off hh sound*
I can't decide. Choices are hard

@❄ kim miso //takes your hand and lays back down into the chair, standing in peace for a total of 2 minutes, before leaning over to check on the progress of your body art/
Oop--...
//slaps a free hand over my mouth, so i don't ruin any surprize that is possibly happening and shoot you a look/
Speaking of rest of the day, what did you want to eat? I can book us a table while I'm waiting. What are you feeling like today?

@☾ kim yongsun ˢᵒˡᵃʳ You're right, you're right, my bad
*giggles, extending a hand once more with her fingers wiggling in an effort to reinitiate contact and smooth over her oh-so-dastardly wrong*
We've gotta do reveals together! Like that one American reality show-
And theennn get a billion and one selfies to commemorate this special day
*nods firmly, her attention momentarily going to the sns-magic-in-the-making—not really caring so much as she wants to avoid staring at her own artist hash out the finer details, despite enjoying watching the process. it's a MUCH different vibe when they're one sneeze away from a motorboat. then, she belated turns back to you with a grin*
Start clearing your phone space now because we're taking selfies for the rest of the day!

@❄ kim miso You're the pinkest of them all.
//confirms without a second thought about it, and carefully turns in the bed, sitting up while the artist props it up to form a chair of it, then brings more foams and sprays to clean the ink, at which i do not dare to look/
//shakes my head, gripping the sides of the now-chair/
No. I'm not. I'm not looking at it. I'm waiting for you to be done. You promised to hold my hand!
//points an accusatory finger, stalling for time, and thankfully the artist is also doing the same, fussing over every inch of skin, then grabs her phone and starts shooting "aesthetic" clean-up videos with many zoom-ins and zoom-outs, and i calmy lean back, knowing sns art takes time and patience/
I'll just be right here until you're finished.

@☾ kim yongsun ˢᵒˡᵃʳ *suppresses a giggle as you scramble to correct a non-existent wrong, eventually waving a hand herself in dismissal of it all before patting your arm*
Relaaax. That was literally just excuse to align myself with a pink girl
*assures before giving one last pat for good measure. she snorts at the following sentiment, finding it unbelievably corny coming from someone else, despite the touched smile growing on her face as she lifts a pinky to wrap around yours*
Deal~
*she briefly turns her attention to the tattooist leaning over her, making a jokey comment about how they might be seeing each other more often and earning a laugh a brief verbal response. the little moment with her own is interrupted by your side, attention immediately snapped back to you and then down to your leg with the big shift in position*
Wahh, done already?
*leans as much as she can (very little) to get a proper glance at it, letting out a little squee after*
Are you metallyemotionallyphysically ready to see this beauty? In all its glory?

@❄ kim miso //my mouth remains slightly open for the entirety of this list, until i remember to shut it and look presentable, before waving the hand that's under my head dismissively/
Of course you are! Don't get me wrong, i never thought you'd be anything less than brilliant, your brain is actually so so interesting! I was just shocked, promise! But you are brilliant indeed. In many ways.
And I'm glad you didn't give up, wouldn't be the same without you. No more thinking about giving up, just more tattoos!
//grins, shooting up a pinkie in a make-shift promise/
Very different stepping stones, in a giant river with no view to the other end. Don't really think we've really reached the end of that route, either...
//comments in thought, the last part more of an ongoing trail than a fully-formed fact, before my artist announces she is done and has to sit me up and clean it up now, so i look at you with wide excited eyes again/
Oh my gosh...

@☾ kim yongsun ˢᵒˡᵃʳ *snickers good-naturedly at the shot in the dark, rattling off a quick list after*
Animal science, botany, environmental law, farming ethics..things like that. I was focusing on horticulture and rural development. I'm super smart, believe it or not! like the rural, Korean Elle Woods~
Those 'close calls' were times when I thought I should just give up and go back to the farm science or go home altogether. It would've been so tragic, a stage without me..
*sighs in faux anguish before giving her undivided attention to the so-called origin story—mostly undivided, a strong half of it going to acting as if sternum tattoos aren't the worst things ever. an amused puff of air leaves her nose both at the act and while she silently muses over idoldom being even more gag-worthy as far as physical expectations*
Those are all veeeryy different stepping stones to make
*comments, an amused laugh tailing the words*
But you're definitely meant to be here. I can't picture you anywhere else. The universe just loves to make us take the scenic route, huh?

@❄ kim miso //blinks spottily, expecting anything but that/
Agriculture. Well. Wow. That is *not* something i was prepared to hear, to say the least. So you can go around and decide what crops to sow...?
//tries with a bit of effort, as neither I, nor my family has ever been in this business/
Wait, what close call?
//furrows my brows, clenching my jaw at a new spike up my leg, but manning it out, mind momentarily occupied with worry about your tone and the things you share/
You sound so passionate about it, yet its always throwing you curve balls. It will settle in the end, you'll see. If you pour so much of your energy into it, it's bound to listen. Soon.
//collects my arm, tucking it under my head to use as a makeshift pillow/
Well I'm glad you're glad. And I'm also glad you're here. You deserve the stage and the stage deserves to have you. Otherwise its plain oats.
//snorts, knowing my story is nothing like this/
Not at all actually. Idolhood was never a thought in my mind to be honest. I went to flight attendant school. Ha.
//grins, making tiny finger guns at the inevitable shock that usually follows when i lead with that/
It's the family business, so to speak, and I've always loved traveling to all kinds of different places, seeing all kinds of different cultures. And you know how air hostesses must look a certain way--... //makes a gagging sound, pointing a finger in my throat//... i took up pole dancing as a workout. Buuuut, i ended up liking it too much, dropped out of flight school to pursue that... and it also ended up in the dumpster, because of a neck thing - i can't hold on for too long, or it gets strained. I had a "tour guide" career path on the back burner, because i was scared they wouldn't let me back in flight school, but auditioning for DSF was literally a whim - i saw a flyer on the street (while i was having a fight with my mom over the phone, mind you), went in... I guess they saw something in me? It was 100% an impulse decision, fueled by emotion and spur of the moment, and I won't lie i had doubts and sometimes i only kept on because i was scared i had nothing else to do, and i had a... friend, Jaebeom, we were pushing each other forward... And then debut happened. And now I can't picture my life in a different way. I just can't. I feel so... in place. Like it's exactly where I'm supposed to be, you know?

@☾ kim yongsun ˢᵒˡᵃʳ Busan! That's why me and Bin oppa get along so well haha
*supplies easily, flinching subtly when the needle finds an especially fat-less spot*
In uni, I studied agriculture because the plan was always to go back home and really help out if things got too bad here. And there were a few close calls, not gonna lie! Even recently
*chuckles, injecting humor into the downer statement and carrying it through to the half-hearted eye roll as you give a very Hanbin-esque response to her twin flame*
Yeah, yeah
I also minored in dance because, yep—entertainment was always the main plan. Dance dance dance, that's all that mattered. So, I was willing to endure a lot; apparently even more than I thought. Originally, the plan was just to do what Gabi and Jihoon are doing, so I really really loved the time I worked at AuMari. Buuut having that little taste of the chance to be an idol really rewired my brain. All of the festivals I did with Morgen and Steorra were sooo fun and energizing! Even after everything crashed down and I, thankfully, ended up in plan A, I couldn't forget about the new and shiny plan B. So, yeah..
*brightens, squeezing your hand before letting go because the extension is starting to hurt a little*
I'm glad I'm here, where I am and how it is
What about you? Give and take, ma'am: I need the whole Kim Yongsun origin story too—whatever you're willing to spill; but ESPECIALLY the idol stuff. Was that always the goal?

@❄ kim miso “Or..”, i pick “or…”
//grins, prepared to listen, only wincing from a time to time - the back of the leg seems to have some interesting nerve endings as i feel those weird tingles spike up to my hip/
Where did you hail from originally? Have i ever asked…
Oh, and what did you take in uni? That i have never asked for sure
//peppers my listening process with a hum or a question here and there, finding the way you tell the story absolutely charming and easy to follow/
Pft, aint nobody caring about that brat.
//rolls my eyes at the mention of Hyunjin, but its once again with a fond smile/
Quite a colourful roster of people you’ve gathered there. But still all in the entertainment business one way or the other. Did you always want to go that rabbit hole?

@☾ kim yongsun ˢᵒˡᵃʳ Luckily I'm not just "anyone"~
*chimes cheekily, flashing a one-handed flower pose before deciding to truly be still this time. she hums in final agreement—real food would *definitely* be happening; she's already started thinking up some options when the subject changes*
Mm? Before DSF? You mean like Dallae or uni or...?
*she trails off, forcing herself to stop because there's no possible way you want a full rundown of every single face in her friend roster, she chooses to be normal and talk about the closest ones*
Welll, there's Gabi unnie: she's the first friend I ever made in Seoul, we were uni roommates for a while but then I dropped out to really focus on training. She works as a dancer with Audrey and Marilyn now, with another friend—Jihoony oppa
*hums, more out of a learned habit to fill space instead of talking too fast and overwhelming people—it's...less successful in cases where she's excited (aka often)*
Aaand there's my current roomie Geuroo, she models, and you know Taeyang oppa. they're friends from Dallae, my old company
*purses her lips while mentally counting to make sure she'd gotten everyone*
Okay, yeah!
*smiles, head turning to you from where it'd drifted to the cieling as if her thoughts were stored there*
Pre-DSF, outside of DSF: those are my besties!—besides Hyunjinnie.

@❄ kim miso //snickers at your pout, more and more fond, rubbing a thumb over the held hand when the second buzzing noise joins the first, and finally i release deep sigh/
Right, right, not so fast young lady. I don't just kiss anyone for whatever reason.
//the smile splitting my face is ruining the whole reprimanding, which i drop soon.
We *should* grab a bit after this though. A real one, not a latte and pain.
//motions behind my back towards the leg with the aforementioned pain, secretly glad with the stupid wordplay/
So, your friends from before. Tell me about them, i don't think we've spoken about life before DSF.

@☾ kim yongsun ˢᵒˡᵃʳ Don't judge mee
*whines defiantly, resisting the naturally urge to pout and cross her arms—locking hands-to-wrists over her head instead and pushing through the ticklish sensation of stencil application instead. the swift shutdown prompts a deeper pout and she equal parts happily-reluctantly goes back to holding your hand when it's offered. she brightens at the prospect of a lil kiss, though its mixed with a flinch as the first needle contact is made and creates an expression somewhere between a smile and a cringe that she's quick to recover from with a broad grin*
Oooh, a kiss? No takebacksies~
Gonna write about it in my diary if we get there—"dear diary- today I got to kiss Youngsun unnie"
*punctuates the hypothetical entry with a very dramatized school girl giggle, free hand over . it might have been completely with little feet kicks had she not been minding her artist's work*

@❄ kim miso //my whole nose-upturned demeanor crashes and burns at your sudden squeak and i have to physically grip the bed in order not to double in laugh and jostle my leg, receiving a lowkey stink-eye from the artist, but at this point she is also shaking her head in fond disappointment/
That's it? That's what got you to break character??
//holds my stomach from the rumbles of laughter until it drowns out and i eye your own artist suspiciously since they are very close to a private space and i trust nobody, even if i chose the studio/
Yeah, no way in hell that is happening, so don't hold your candle to it...
//turns in the bed, as per the artist's instruction, so she can work on the winding tail of the dragon, wrapping around my ankle, propping up my leg so the previous part doesn't get disturbed and now i am laying face down, head turned to face you still and i extend a hand/
... I'm simply not letting you buy me food, but you can hold my hand if you want. Then I may consider kissing you goodnight if you walk me home under the rain.