dambiyn

[dambiyn]

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[dambiyn]

I still remember you as a little girl who overwaters plants because she doesn’t know when to stop giving.

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slowly, his hand slips from where he had been stroking her hair so affectionately, coming back to rest on top of his knees. the emotions whirling around at the pit of his stomach are conflicting; complicated.

it had always been so simple with them.

(then why was opening up so hard?)

“just… because.”

bambi gives him a small nod, swallowing in a feeble attempt to keep the lump in her throat at bay as she takes the cigarette back from him. 

what were you expecting, stupid girl?

“i’m sorry, bambi... for raising my voice,” she sighs softly as he reaches out, her eyes closing when his hand touches the side of her head gently. she finds herself involuntarily leaning into his touch for a heartbeat.  

“and for keeping…”

there’s something so peculiar about the situation that they’re in, something so distinctly unfamiliar about the way that they both find themselves hesitating, holding back (leaving words unsaid). she doesn’t know how to navigate this conversation when everything about it makes her feel that they are walking on very thin ice. 

she wants to raise her voice, to scream at him; she wants to tell him just how small he made her feel. she wants him to lay awake at night with the same suffocating chokehold on his heart that she’s had on hers for days that eased only when she felt his presence, finally.  

it would be so easy, and she’s always been so selfish.

but bambi finds herself withdrawing instead, terrified of the consequences that the smallest misstep might cause. for the first time, she feels fragile in his hands. 

all she knows is that she needs them to reach the other side unscathed.

she pulls at her bottom lip with her teeth, struggling to find the right words. “you don’t have to apologise,” she says, almost a whisper. “i shouldn’t have been there, it won’t happen again.”

reaching over to her left and grabbing the bottle at her side, bambi grins at him, hoping that her smile is convincing enough to reach her eyes “i went out with hyunjin earlier,” she hands the half-empty bottle of rum to him, “got this on the way home.”  

who is she to hold a grudge over him keeping secrets, anyway. 

hypocrite, hypocrite.

carry me out

[dambiyn]

@wonyn​

( ✉ sms → mandoo 🥟 ) icb ur ripping me off with lowbrow feet pics eye— ( ✉ sms → mandoo 🥟 ) u told me last weekend u liked my stupid face, so ( ✉ sms → mandoo 🥟 ) it’s probably my face 👅 ( ✉ sms → mandoo 🥟 ) but ur tinder game is weak… ( ✉ sms → mandoo 🥟 ) … ( ✉ sms → mandoo 🥟 ) bambi-yah, dare?

( ✉ sms → $$$$ 👅 ) were you dreaming of me again, wonnie? when did i say that!!! ( ✉ sms → $$$$ 👅 ) ur face is subpar at best 🤡 ( ✉ sms → $$$$ 👅 ) it’s probably your ego  ( ✉ sms → $$$$ 👅 ) i think there’s something about suffocating egos that attract women ( ✉ sms → $$$$ 👅 ) i’m surprised you even have to ask anymore ( ✉ sms → $$$$ 👅 ) dare, obviously 

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wonyn‌

with his knees bent, he rests his elbow on the top of them, cigarette burning to a butt slowly.

he can’t bring himself to look at her.

coward.

bambi knows that she’s overreacting. 

(she knows that she’s overreacting the moment she takes a tentative step back from him as the look in his eyes turns to unbridled fury. she isn’t a stranger to his anger. she’s wrapped her arms around him to ground him as he’s lost control, ran her fingers through his hair to calm him - that’s what they’d been to each other since they were children. she was his anchor, he was hers. she knows that she’s overreacting as she flinches at his raised voice. this is won, she reminds herself, her won. he would never hurt her.)

she hadn’t been snooping - he had to have known that. the condo was his, but it was also theirs, wasn’t it? a safe space - just for them. he had never contradicted her on that before, it had become more of a home in the short time they’d spent there on the weekends than this home had ever been. 

and yet, bambi had never felt so unwelcome in his presence and in his condo as she had in that moment. as he turned and left her standing there, shell-shocked. she knows it’s him almost instantly as she hears the ‘pop’ from below. no one else would look for her here, she can’t think of a single person that would apparate beneath her window at this time of night. 

deep breath. she can’t let him see her cry - not like this, when it’s still real. when it isn’t just some game to be forgotten with the morning sun.  

“imbécile.” she mutters as she listens to him struggle to make his way up onto the roof. 

deep breath. start again. she keeps her eyes trained ahead of her as he sits down and gently takes the cigarette from her. 

“you should try apparating straight onto the roof next time,” she sighs, never one to leave an awkward silence alone. “unless breaking your neck was the goal.”

bambi wraps her arms around her legs, the ever-present pout playing on her lips until finally, finally she turns her head to look at him. 

“why are you here, won?” 

carry me out

[dambiyn]

carry me out

@wonyn​

song manor - yangpyeong-gun, gyeonggi-do, south korea

“what are you doing?” 

perched on the roof outside her childhood bedroom window with a cigarette dangling between her lips, dambi can almost still hear the remnants of their last conversation echoing around in her head. she’d gone out earlier that night, hoping that the music and alcohol would drown out the echoes and ease the tightening around her heart, if only a little. it had been a hopeless endeavour and she instead found herself seeking warmth in the last place on earth that she wanted to be. home. 

pulling the cigarette from her lips, she scoffs out loud at the thought. home had never once been where she ran to for shelter. but then again, won had never been the one she was running from. 

he was avoiding her. she was definitely avoiding him. 

she couldn’t remember the last time she’d gone this long without hearing his voice. he had been so angry. 

she had known since the moment that they met that he would tire of her - it was only a matter of time. she had had years and years to prepare herself for this, for the crack that would ultimately form a wedge between them. she had pictured almost every scenario - he would tire of her antics eventually, of her clingy ways, her neediness, her constant need for his affection. or worse, the words on the tip of her tongue for years now would spill. 

a secret, though? it had never crossed her mind that he was keeping secrets from her. 

dambi let out a shaky breath, biting down on her bottom lip as the familiar lump found itself lodged in her throat, her eyes threatening to water again. 

she had to pull herself together. 

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@wonyn

( ✉ sms → mandoo 🥟 ) shocked & appalled tbh ( ✉ sms → mandoo 🥟 ) missed out on some prime catfish moments icb 😔 ( ✉ sms → mandoo 🥟 ) i just got feet pics???? ( ✉ sms → mandoo 🥟 ) [forwarded file] ( ✉ sms → mandoo 🥟 ) bambi where are your standards smh ( ✉ sms → mandoo 🥟 ) told her 2 talk to me when she gets a pedi.

( ✉ sms → $$$$ 👅 ) ?! ( ✉ sms → $$$$ 👅 ) feet pics for FREE? ( ✉ sms → $$$$ 👅 ) and when i specifically stated that u would pay? ( ✉ sms → $$$$ 👅 ) and you say i have no standards ( ✉ sms → $$$$ 👅 ) when will i see what these girls see in u ( ✉ sms → $$$$ 👅 ) 🤮

[dambiyn]

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@wonyn

( ✉ sms → mandoo 🥟 ) i just got a text from an unknown caller asking when i’m DTF… ( ✉ sms → mandoo 🥟 ) did u set up a tinder for me again ( ✉ sms → mandoo 🥟 ) but also: did u set up a tinder for me again and not let me help with the profile???

( ✉ sms → $$$$ 👅 ) new phone who dis ( ✉ sms → $$$$ 👅 ) how could i possibly set up a tinder for you again ( ✉ sms → $$$$ 👅 ) when ur tinder never went anywhere in the first place? ( ✉ sms → $$$$ 👅 ) i may/may not have listed some very specific requirements on ur bio ( ✉ sms → $$$$ 👅 ) good luck 

[dambiyn]

hello mtv welcome to my crib and meet song dambi bambi here who is the actual personification of the cherry emoji. that’s it. that’s bambi. as her mama so astutely put it when bambi was five and jumping out of windows and off of trees she is a wildfire, and everybody’s favourite reckless bae~ pls keep reading for more  🍒 🍒 🍒

song dambi, 21, hwangmok, third year art and magic studies major

you may have a look at her bio, and her stats for more info

the youngest of seven siblings, bambi was a complete oops~ baby. apart from her twin brothers, there is a significant age gap between her and her siblings and growing up she was almost completely left to her own devices to run wild and cause havoc

and cause havoc she did, my friends. she’d broken all the china in the family manor before she could walk and let’s be real, definitely set fire to a room at some point too

her parents, maids, nannies, siblings, no one ever said the word no to her and everything she did and continues to do is almost a mission to see just how much she can get away with

her family are extremely, extremely loaded. she’s never wanted for anything in her life, she’s a spoilt little socialite through and through

her dad’s corporation is over 100 years old, and the foremost supplier of magical beauty products in the worldwide wizarding world (we’re talking beautification potions, everlasting eyelashes, pimple vanishers, hair growth potions and all sorts), if it’s a company related to selling beauty and fragrance products, her family owns it. her father is easily amongst the top five richest in the country

i know i said that she’s the personification of the cherry emoji but there are also times when she is the personification of the ios loading colour wheel (she’s not always all there, it takes a moment, ok)

she staged her own expulsion from beauxbatons at 14 because she missed her best friend

she could probably just told her parents she was coming home to seoul but wheres the fun in that amiright

despite the fact that she grew up in this ridiculously privileged rich kid bubble, she’s a nice girl, she’s charming and charismatic, fun and just cute lol the life of every party she makes friends everywhere she goes but you might have to remind her a few times that she introduced you as her best friend to a room full of people when she was blind drunk just because she found you standing alone in a corner

she drinks, smokes, and parties way too much tbh if you need a good time hit her up 

she’s also overly energetic and can be immature and unpredictable, she’s thrill-seeking to the point that it can get a little dangerous, she’s clingy and one-track minded and get a little cruel when things that she’s claimed as her own are threatened

she doesn’t have the attention span to date or commit to anything other than her skincare routine but she definitely messes around maybe a lil too much lol hmu about that

all in all, she’s so bored, she was never taught to be mediocre, whatever she’s doing - she’s all in (until she loses interest and drops it halfway but anyway)

give a like if you’re interested in plotting and i will slide right into ur dms and hopefully be less of a rambling idiot haha!!! i have no shame~ i love you all bye

[dambiyn]