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*clears throat so I can speak louder and slower to you, an imbecile* "This blog is strictly literate, if you do not like lengthy threads then chances are I’m not meant for you. Also, as stated on the theme itself, triggering material WILL appear on this blog. I won’t be tagging every single thing I post with a trigger warning since if blood/death/violence/sensuality is something that may trigger you, chances are there’s no point in you even following. My muse is a vampire, there’s not much avoiding any of those things. " #gomidastouchyourself #ihateyouboth #getajob

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ooc: The best part about having a vampire for a muse is that when a mun starts to get sassy with you, you can threaten to make your muse eat their muse for lunch. (: @prksooha

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prksooha:

Journal entry #1

Ten years ago…

It was ten years ago when I was nine, I found you after a devastating accident that took my father’s life and almost mine. I remember a lot of blood… A lot of noises… But what I remembered most was your face as I was in pain. When I woke up, I was laying peacefully and you treated me like home. Why? I didn’t question… I couldn’t question. Too traumatized by the accident causing me to lose the ability to speak. I had so many questions but the most important one was…

Who are you?

For a few days, I was living in your house, being fed and my injuries were tended to… Again, why? What was this reasoning? But you seemed happy… And even though the tragic death that was upon my father, I couldn’t be entirely sad either, was it bad not to be? For the few days, I eager for your return home… Home… Was it right for me to call this place that? Or was it you that made me have this feeling? Even through all these questions, one thing I knew for sure was that I wanted you to be happy.

However, one day ended it for both of us. I didn’t know better at the time… I didn’t know it would maybe be my last time seeing you. Your eyes reflected sadness while looking at me, something that was quite odd and unfamiliar. Suddenly, I heard something…

‘You’ll be safer here…’

Your lips didn’t move but it was definitely your voice I heard. What happened? Suddenly I heard unspoken voices emitting from various directions. Too confused with the new ability, I didn’t realize you weren’t in my sight anymore until your back reached the front gate while my new guardian for a short time held my shoulders. You sacrificed your happiness for my well being… And if I knew that it would be my last time seeing your face… I would have said the first words spoken to you then earlier… 

                                  ❝ I love you. ❞

Although I felt like I lost almost everything that day but it was also the reason why I decided to continue to live. No matter what, I wanted to see you again. I waited for your presence to be back at the orphanage again one day but that day never came. My uncle heard about my location after a short while and took me in… Only to gain my father’s inheritance for himself. I tried to tell him about my new abilities– He was family after all… But he looked at me like I was crazy, even as far as running off with the money after looking at me like I was a monster when he finally confirmed the existence of my ability and never coming back… At least I got an allowance in an account under my name every month to survive. So I lived in the empty apartment my uncle left me with. Day to day, continuing my search for you. Where are you…? I miss you.

          I will find you….                                    And I will love you again.

For as long as she could possibly remember in her many decades of life, things had never really gone as planned for Yeoreum. Ups and downs, a consistent pattern of inconsistency. However, the truth was, that’s just what it was like to be immortal. Still, as sharp as her fangs were, her connection to human emotions was strong. If someone would need help, she was quick to lend a hand... It’s just who she was. She was a nurse before she was a vampire, after all. The year was 2006, the age of cringe colored eye shadows and flared jeans. Truthfully, the modern lifestyle was never something Yeoreum was able to keep up with. In times her eyes weren’t trained consuming romantic literature she was content to be outdoors, in the world, like tonight. The snow falling slowly from the sky as she walked across the bridge over the Han River suggested that the air tonight was unforgiving cold. In moments like these, she was often cruelly reminded of just how human she wasn’t, snowflakes were cluttering by her feet on the ground and yet not a single shiver threatened to creep up her spine due to the weather. Once lost in her thoughts, the sounds of metal scrapping against the road would brutally rip her away from her own mind. The car tumbled over and over again, her unbeating heart threatened to... well... you got the point. There was no way anybody within the vehicle which violently tumbled over the side of the bridge in a fit of rage could have possibly survived. More death... How much more could she watch before her immortality made her begin to hate herself... How could you consider yourself blessed to live forever when it came packaged with an eternity to watch lives end and graves being filled. She stood still like a statue, the road deserted as if she was the only person left alive in this world. As if the time where all life finally ceased to exist had come. And then she saw him, or well... smelled him. In the middle of the road just twenty feet away he was there, lifeless, limp, and not to mention a child. Without even thinking her feet finally moved on their own, her nurse’s intuition kicking into high gear as she immediately began to go into full fledged war nurse mode. Coherent? No. Pulse? Struggling. Breathing? Shallow. Blood loss? Significant. Yeoreum could easily have given him her blood to heal his wounds almost instantly, but it was a very well known fact that any person practically drained of blood before being fed the blood of a vampire would wake up as one of her own. He was so young, so small. How could she take away his right to a human life when he’d hardly had the chance to enjoy the things being mortal had to offer? Warmth, sweets, the sunlight, freedom, and not to mention... children. In a rush, she would end up carrying him back to her apartment as quickly as possible, using her inhuman speed. Never once had she been so relieved to have fed on a human before, as it left her able to tend to the wounds of the boy without turning into a monster. Following that tragic night, she spent days watching over him like it was her morale mission to keep him safe. In a way, it brought her happiness, if she could grant him life- maybe it would make being what she was a little bit easier to cope with for now. His name was Park Sooha, and he was bright, stubborn, and a fighter for sure. Yet there was an endearing sense of gratitude and loyalty in his eyes whenever he looked at her, though there was some curiosity in there as well. From what she saw, he was possibly the closest feeling to warmth and humanity she’d felt her own heartbeat. Yeoreum was entirely certain, if they’d met when he was older, he would have been the type of person who would not need to be compelled to see the humanity in her. Maybe he didn’t even need that now. Somehow, things just happened to feel right. But just as the roller coaster went up, it had to go back down. He wasn’t safe with her, if Jinyoung discovered she had housed a child behind her back... The thought only brought shudders to her spine. And thus she would take him to the orphanage once he was recovered enough, reluctantly, but selflessly. The words she wanted to say to him so desperately would echo in her head >You’ll be safer here<. But instead, the only words she spoke out loud were that of compulsion. “Be a good kid. Don’t waste time thinking or searching for someone like me, you’ll miss out on too much. If we meet again, it’ll be a pleasant surprise that way.” Something felt like it hadn’t clicked, like her compulsion hadn’t taken root, then again... he was a child so maybe things worked differently that way- who knew. For a vampire, she was nothing but a child herself, still learning and still coping. That day she left him there she would spend not longer than a moment feeling guilty before inflicting her compulsion onto her own self, knowing she was too feeble and weak to actually go on knowing she’d left him behind. Yeoreum was the type to check up on those she saved, taking it personally. She saved him, she was responsible for him, she played god and therefore his future was up to her. Right? Wrong. He deserved a life, and she couldn’t be selfish enough to possibly risk that. Forget him, he’s safer where he is, without you. You did well, you did what was right. If you see him again, you’ll remember for sure. Until then... You’re a vampire. Humans have no place in your world.

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Lack of activity because mun has been very sick. I will try and make a return within the next two weeks. ):

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✚⋯ chapter two.

November 5th, 1950. Somewhere in South Korea, at this point she’d lost track of where exactly within the country she was located in. Truthfully, there wasn’t much she did actually know about the war, considering she was no soldier. The United Nations, mostly the United States and Great Britain, those were the ones on her side. China, the Soviet Union, and most of all North Korea... those were the bad guys. South Korea fought for freedom and for respect as it had before, and as far as she was concerned, it was all she needed to know. After all she was just a nurse, her job was not to be involved in the whens and wheres of the wars but just to heal those who needed to be healed. As many men as she nursed to health, twice as many she say fall to the brink of death. Still, she was compassionate, caring, and put her all into everything that she did. Yeoreum would constantly make it personal no matter how upsetting it would be to her when a life was lost. Some told her she was doing it to herself, telling her it was stupid to have faith in something as fragile as human life. But Yeroeum was not exactly the type to do anything without the fullest extent of her energy. Another one of the men she was aiding back to health had passed away, suffering a severe infection from a bullet wound to his side. That would have been the tenth man this week. How nice it would be if they each could have lived forever... If they could become invincible and stronger than any other person who dared to face them. She tried not to blame herself, she wasn’t the person to aim the gun his way in the first place. But mourning felt natural and just like every time she lost a life, she would find herself as far from the bulk of war tents that she deemed safe. Out here, by the trees she could relax at least a little bit. Take in the beautiful sight of nature that the fallen soldiers who fought for her right to freedom would never be capable of seeing again. Even in times of war, she could appreciate the beauty and peace in something as simple as a grassy field or a tall tree. That’s just how Yeoreum was, spotting hope and a desire for life at all costs. Her eyes would close as she leaned against the barren tree not more than twenty meters away from the rest of the campsite. With a deep breath, she would inhale the scent of the trees, soothing her anxieties to know that at least something in her world could remain undisturbed in difficult times. Yet... How nice would it be to live forever herself? To always have a purpose and to never be uncertain that this is who you were. Her soldiers fought with a purpose, but was she certain she lived her life with one of her own? Like the way a tree or a lake stays in place with nothing but the same mission to fulfill for periods of time which she couldn’t possibly comprehend.  Maybe one day, she’d find it. A cause worthy of dedicating her life to, and the strength to be capable of fighting for it.

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"why are you being like this?"

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“Is there something wrong about being nice to strangers?”Yeoreum spoke to the younger softly, her doe-like eyes falling on him with a clear look of concern. It was one of her weaknesses, and everybody seemed to know it, she was the type to dote and worry for everybody. Sometimes for the better, but often times for the worse.Maybe she was being a little too bold with expressing her more nurturing side, hence his skepticism. After all people these days seemed so reluctant to trust in others. She was however, much different, something about having trust and faith in people was admirable. Even if she had no clue who he was, she couldn’t help but feel unbearably guilty at the thought of leaving somebody who seemed to be in need of her help.Of course she had no way of actually knowing if that was true, it was just a feeling after all. Call it a vampire’s intuition, or maybe just that of a women’s. Something about the look on his face made it seem like he was in distress, like something was wrong. Yeoreum would stubbornly nudge the cup of hot chocolate she’d bought for him even closer in his direction.“Just drink it, it’s cold out there, and you look like you’ve been freezing,” She would add, her gaze never leaving his except in search for a coat that might belong to him. Discovering nothing, she offered a more sincere smile and the opportunity to divert the topic. She didn’t desire to scare him off by being overbearing, she was trying to help him after all. “So, what’s your name?”

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ooc: Just a quick note that I unfollowed a bunch of people. BUT, I have my reasons.

If you’re one of the people it’s probably because... Our muses would literally never cross paths in a way that made sense. So basically, if you’re a straight up gen roleplayer who doesn’t seem to do a lot of plots out of the norm... then Yeoreum would never meet your character, so... The scale of actual threads vs. ooc/media on your blog is too uneven for my tastes. I dislike a cluttered dash, a lack of actual scripture really drains my muse. I like to be surrounded by other writers who are fully focused on writing, I find it inspiring. Lastly... I’m definitely not saying any length of writing is not good enough. But personally, as a roleplayer who replies in novella format, I feel restricted interacting people who give me 4 sentences in reply to my 4 paragraphs. If you’re the type to never write beyond a single paragraph, I unfollowed you simply because it’s obvious our writing styles would not be cohesive. If there’s no clear distinction as to who or what your muse is, chances are, I got really confused and decided to unfollow as well. This is stated as a selective blog, even if I follow you back it’s not guaranteed I will stick around forever. It’s really nothing personal, I swear. (:

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rey-naberrie:

Mythical Creatures: Vampires

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oedvpus:

if he could purr, and he most certainly gets close with the noise that rumbles in his chest and up through his throat, he would–entirely pleased with himself more so than with her when his ceaseless, adolescent fussiness is finally pandered to by the laugh that escapes yeoreum. they had been here once ( or twice, three times, four… ) before, and time after time, she would turn him down with a cool touch to his forearm and a cluck of mock pity, or is it shame? whatever the case, woogil’s efforts have, for the most part, gone for naught in the past. 

he was beyond that level of patience this time around, however, so when she asks that all too familiar question - are you really that bored? -  woogil is eager to jump on it.

 “so bored i could die.” 

a wheezing sort of laugh punctuates the last syllable of his words, full, dry lips stretching easily across a surprisingly straight and brilliant row of vicious teeth. just by her fleeting mention of his intentions, he can’t shake the tremors that rock their way up his spine and fan out to every single one of his peripheral nerves. his appetite had been whet, his primal instincts had been called to firm attention, and with the drag of a pale, warm fingertip along the back of her hand, woogil is not somebody one would wish to disappoint. 

“humour me, beautiful. i’ll make it more than worth your time. just between us, of course.” 

“That’s an intense kind of boredom,” Yeoreum stated, the amusement she felt seeing him behave such a way growing more and more evident by just look on her face.  She was the one who could rip him to shreds in a matter of seconds, considering even if she was  gentle soul she was still a vicious creature... Yet it was not at all easy to ignore that he had a certain demanding aura to him. It made it almost impossible to tell him no, she was easy to give her trust and he was seemingly eager to earn it. Whether or not he meant well with it she would never know. His touch to her hand caught her attention, so much so that it almost completely pulled her into his game. No, Yeoreum, no. “How can you be so bored when we have a pool, a gym, a restaurant, a library and a spa all at your disposal?” Pulling her hand away from him she acted as though she didn’t even notice the gesture, naivety was one of her most predominant trait after all. However she knew well at this point of how difficult it was to keep this particular guest entertained, to the point where she almost thought he was sent here by her superior to test how easily she could crack. The answer was easily. But she was trying her hardest not to. Yeoreum would grab her purse from below the receptionist’s counter and step out from behind it, now no longer secured behind her work station and close enough in him that the feeling of sudden uncertainty took over her. How could she stand her ground when he was directly in front of her? With a height and sharp eyes that made her feel so small in comparison. “How am I supposed to trust you just because you think I should?” She posed a good question, asking it abruptly in an attempt to distract her own self from the wavering thoughts in her head. “What if I told you the hotel was ran by vampires, and if I give you vip access we’d try and eat you?” Her smile was as sweet as possible, enough to give an unsuspecting victim a cavity even the dentist couldn’t help with. Of course she knew the total truth behind everything she just said, but with the playful and innocent look on her face, not to mention the casual tone of her voice, it suggested more of an ironic question. Perhaps she meant to scare him away, or entice him further? The truth was, even for a girl who was always so certain, she wasn’t even sure at this point.

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✚⋯ chapter one.

September 27th, 1949. Seoul, Republic of Korea (South Korea). He was marvelous. So much so that each time she looked at him her meager heart would flutter. Love was amazing, the way it would make you smile so genuinely and how it just made you feel good. The novels were never exaggerating. The sensation of being so deeply infatuated with a person was that of pure bliss. Each of his touches felt like silk on smooth skin, his voice never failing to offer her comfort, his overall existence just serving as reassurance that the world would always be worth living in. Love was... Well... It was everything she had ever read it to be. It all felt so perfect, waking up in bed next to him causing the softest smile to slowly etch it’s way over her features. Carefully, she would lift her soft fingers to brush his mangled fringe away from his peacefully resting features. She was as infatuated with romance as any female could possibly be, in love with the idea of love. Ever since she was young, she was infamous for her naivety when it came to men. She always wished to see the best in others, telling herself she could fix the bad and make them good. However no amount of broken hearts ever seemed to fully teach her the lesson she so desperately needed to learn. Thankfully, she finally managed to get lucky, to find the man who changed. The man who changed just for her. The sun felt as though it was growing brighter, her thoughts urging her that she should make her way off of the bed and search of proper clothing. A blush creeping across her otherwise pale cheeks once the reality of her state of undress settled upon her. Now a married woman, perhaps waking up in such a state was something she would grow to be accustomed to over time. Still, Yeoreum ignored her thoughts, prompting simply to stay in bed a while longer. A wife deserved to rest on the day after her wedding right? Instead her mind would fill with ideas of how days two and three of their life as man and wife would play out in perfect harmony. The soft groaning noise coming from his slowly awakening body had her foolishly worrying if maybe she’d woken him by thinking too hopefully. Her fingers would continue their task of soothing through his soft hair as his eyes opened slowly only to fall closed a moment later, taking in each detail of the face that made her heart speed up. Warm, oh so warm. That would be how she would describe such a moment, moving closer into his welcoming arms while she let her eyes fall shut to fully enjoy his peaceful embrace. A soft breath in, a soft breath out, the relaxing lulls of comfort tempting both of them to fall back into the land of sleep. The pair would happily cave into such desires, but not before murmuring sweet nothings to their beloved would they allow sleep to take them captive once again. “Yeobo.”                “Hmm.” “I love you.”                 “I love you too.” To live a life without the one you love most of all beside your side... Yeoreum never desired such a thing. How could she?

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oneminhonite:

@ohyeoyeo ( ≩ ) 

My business isn’t your business – so unless you’re my thong… don’t be up my ass. /frowns heavily at her, proceeding to hide his phone away in his pocket as quickly as possible. 

But-... ( ` She trails off and huffs stubbornly, a convincing pout on her face as her lower lip jutted out in a pout. ) You’re acting suspicious, whether it’s my business or not. Why can’t I see if you aren’t hiding something? ( ` She questions further, her eyes shifting curiously to the device now securely stocked in his pocket before falling back on him once again. ) Besides, Oppa, since when do you wear thongs anyway? Don’t be so dramatic.

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jangjinjin:

sometimes she swore yeoreum forgot that she could read minds too. it was a power that not every vampire had so she didn’t necessarily blame the progeny for her frugal nature, but at the same time it could have saved her the murmured excuses in this discussion. the ability to focus in on an individuals thoughts was one of the most beneficial and annoying aspects about her birth; at times it came in handy to catch notice of someone lying to her in hopes they could manipulate her– which she never let happen, and other times it was a ticking bomb that continued to explode in her head. voices constantly coiling around her head, their annoying little different pitches of voices stinging her senses that made her want to snap the nearest mortals bones in half. but she couldn’t do that either, it would defeat the purpose she had been building for thousands of years. she had to live in caution at times, the ripple straining across the process of her brain until she was able to calm herself down to function again. deep breaths, that’s what it took to slowly gather and piece the thoughts together. plus without yeoreum knowing it too she was pretty oblivious, the fumble twitching of her fingers and those ugly stains streaming down her face practically screaming what was going on in that little head of hers. why did this girl never listen? how many times did jinyoung have to tell her that the past is the past? don’t think back on it, forget it. it’s nonexistent now, there’s no going back. she should be thankful she was chosen as a progeny and was able to survive this long in the world. she was blessed with immortality after all, it’s not like this would be the first heart break she’d experience. jinyoung knew it herself, there would be more occurrences of this in progeny’s future, she could even hear the child herself thinking and pondering on that idea in her own thoughts. that’s why she needed to be taught strength now, to be able to block away silly emotions like this later on. if jinyoung could teach herself self reliance than yeoreum could be taught it by the master herself. simple logic. 

“he’s gone so stop thinking about him.” in more simple words: she handled it. he was no longer in the picture in vague terms, and that’s all that mattered. for the millionth time yeoreum would just have to accept that fate, and it would be better soon than later since at this point they are taking steps backwards instead of forward. they needed to make progress in their plan of conquering and bringing light to their species, not retreating back to the first few lessons of training she dictated. it has been 66 years, even if they step with immortality treading their heels there is no time open for doubt or questioning. and it seemed she was going to have to demonstrate that, again.

razor sharp nails grasped themselves around the progeny’s neck, using force to brutally press her against the wall of the eve. the tint in her eyes was apparent enough for the only working employee to take their leave before they turned into a food source themselves, the rage building itself up to cause her fangs to grow from the pocket of her gums. oh no, yeoreum, look what you have done. “vampires can’t be with mortals, it doesn’t work. he is just food for us, a stepping stool to kick away after we get the real prize.” the pearly crystals of her fangs came across the progeny’s neck, as a realization of the reality she had to face. the reality she was living in for the past 66 years. “i thought you were different from those other toss away garbage bags i turned… but in moments like these you are just as useless as them. don’t make me get the silver chains to make you experience true pain since you seem to be adapting to those useless human qualities.”

And there it was, right in front of her. She was face to face with the wrath of her maker, burning so intensely Yeoreum was sure to be regretting her mistake for days to come. “I-I’m sorry,” She muttered out, her figure completely still and compliant as she felt the familiar feeling of Jinyoung’s fangs drag along the side of her neck. It felt like a bitter serving of dejavu, being scolded for her sensitive nature once again... This was no good at all. But alas Yeoreum knew better than to protest her punishment, Jinyoung was to be taken seriously at all times. Surely the threat of those searing chains was not an idle one by any means, a wince almost shuddering up the younger vampire’s spine at the mere thought of being wrapped up in them once again. Humans were food. Not friends... And certainly, not lovers. She knew that Jinyoung was more than correct, she was useless like this. These moments where she lost sight of what was actually important for her, Yeoreum the vampire needed to let go of Yeoreum the mortal. It was the only way for her to survive long enough to accomplish all that she wanted to accomplish. Her human past had no place in her current situation, not when things seemed to be going so well according to their carefully orchestrated plan. Yes, she knew all of this very well, but when would she actually be able to execute such behaviors without a single flaw? Hopefully. And hopefully it would happen sooner rather than later, the last thing she wanted was to end up just another one of the many newborn vampires that failed. During her training she was taught many times just how vital it was for Yeoreum to be perfect. Tales of progeny like herself meeting an ironic death while relishing in their immortality were plentiful and quite true. They all died either because they were either incapable of adapting or became so overconfident that their judgement was clouded. She couldn’t end up like them, she had work to do. She was sure that she probably looked so pitiful while standing there, blood stained tear ducts, fear and respect for her maker possessing her eyes. In a more sincere and certain tone she could only repeat her previous words, knowing that it would not be wise to argue her current situation, “I’m sorry... I understand...”

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ohyeoyeo:

I caved and made an aim, since it seems I will be spending more time on this account than originally anticipated. Feel free to add me at i.frit if you’d like. I prefer in character approaches, however since I tend to leave aim for days at a time I’m also comfortable with ooc talks so long as it’s specified as such!

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"What's your opinion on launching a cheeseburger across the room with a slingshot?" || welcome to evteka!!

[( so on and so forth with @cjongh )]#xi: welcome

In her many years alive, she’d been told the weirdest of things so many times there was no hope in attempting to keep track. Especially during her time as a nurse in the war, the injured soldiers who were high off of their medications, they would say some extremely strange things. However this guy? This guy had no excuse. The year was 2016, any medications in which were intense enough to bring a person to that state were the kind used for serious surgeries and therefore would be confined to the hospital. Maybe he was heavily intoxicated, whether by some sort of hallucinogen or by the use of alcohol... Then, he didn’t look to be sauntering about like an idiot.Yeoreum was thinking too much, analyzing the purpose of his random exclamation to the point where she could only sigh in defeat- no explanation was yet discovered. Her face was completely stark, showing no other expression other than pure confusion as she blinked at him slowly, “I think...”She trailed off to a moment of awkward silence, what did she think? Her thought process was thrown completely off guard, but she was never one to turn down the occasional intriguing conversation no matter how strange it was. Yeoreum would inhale and then exhale slowly before finally responding with a  nervous laugh, hoping he wouldn’t be offended by her disagreeing with his abrupt (and strange) plan to dirty the walls with cheeseburgers. “Well, personally, I think that you should leave throwing food to the animals at the zoo. You don’t seem like a monkey to me?”

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“You remind me of someone.” //welcome to evteka :) hope you're having fun around here

[( so on and so forth with @00ksy )]#xi: welcome

She’d heard it before, time and time again. ‘You look so familiar’ ‘Are you sure I don’t know you from somewhere?’ ‘Wow, I swear I’ve seen you before’. Countless times she’d smile politely, claim to just have one of those plain faces, and then apologize for causing any confusion.She wasn’t very well versed in this whole trend of idols and kpop that took over the nation, rarely ever being able to recognize the faces of the famous boy groups if she were to ever meet them in person. Of course from being told a million and one times that she looked just like Jei of Fiestar, she had minimal knowledge with certain groups, figuring it was time to get with the current times and learn a little bit. But admittedly there was also some artists who happened to please her musical tastes, Winner being one of them. Yeoreum recognized him almost instantly, feeling a little star struck that he even so much as acknowledged her.“I get that a lot,” She finally spoke up, gathering her composure with a sheepish bit of laughter. Smiling at him she would bow her head out of politeness before continuing on with the conversation, “I’m positive we’ve never met though, but it’s nice to meet you I guess?”Living in Seoul, you met all kinds of new people on a daily basis, even for somebody like Yeoreum who preferred the quiet of an empty cafe to the liveliness of a shopping mall. Still, she was shocked to be in the presence of a celebrity. “Honestly, embarrassingly enough, I think I already know who you are,” Yeoreum would say, almost wincing at herself, her shyness creeping up to spread the ‘deer in headlights’ type of expression on her face even further, “I’m not so sure I should say it out loud though, I mean- Or is that okay? I’m not used to meeting people from your field.”