s ᴇ ʀ ᴇ ɴ ᴅ ɪ ᴘ ɪ ᴛ ʏ.

        Eunha smiles looking over at her unnie. She closed the book her finger holding the page she was currently on. On the front of the black book the words were written in gold ‘Your soul is a river’ with a trail of stars. It was quite pretty and what had drawn her to the book in the first place. Usually she was not into poetry but recently she had been drawn to it. The pretty way people had with words. She envied the talent that they had. “It’s a book called a river flows in you from an american poet called Nikiita Gill or she might not be American I assume she is though..” She shrugs opening the book to the page that she left on. “I was finishing this page right here, I’ll read it to you.”

        “My darling, he is just a boy.” She begins in a solemn tone. “How can he possibly begin to appreciate the constellations you leave in your wake, or the stardust in your bones, when he has yet to realize just what it means to be in love with a girl like you?” She ended the poem looking up at her unnie once again. “It’s nice right? I thought you might like her so I bought two of these books. One for you annnd me!”  

Minha was taken with, not only the way Eunha’s velvet voice read the text with the right amount of pauses and serenity but with the poem itself. It was poems like this that always seemed to resonate with her. She was already aware of her (one of her) Achilles’ heels--how she always seemed to romanticize the past, to the point that she wants to look into a mirror and scoff at herself. She was a woman of an array of thoughts that occur simultaneously, maybe that was why people regard her as an airhead at first glance, so she just stared blankly at the black hardcover before she finally registered the object and let a gasp escape her pink tinted lips.

She took the book from the younger cautiously, fingers tracing over the golden letters, marveling at the book before looking up at Eunha with bright eyes and a smile so wide she felt her cheeks hurt. But who could really blame her? The fact that Eunha thought of her already made her feel warm--as if she had been nursing a cup of her favorite peach tea during a cold rainy night. But, even though Minha and Eunha have known each other for quite some time, the fact that she would purchase a book for her made her eyes crinkle--because its the little things that people do and remember about you is one of the things that Minha always appreciated. But really, it was a book that Eunha enjoyed--which was enough for Minha to want to finish the text in one sitting. What Minha loved most was to get to know more about the people in her life, what intrigued them at the moment whether it be a song they recently fell in love with, a game, or a book. Minha quickly flopped on the other’s lap, her soft laugh filling up the room before reaching up and tickling Eunha’s chin--hoping to elicit a laugh from her as well. ❝Have I told you I loved you today? Because really I do you ray of sunshine. And thank you so much--really.❞ She stressed the last word, hoping Eunha knew just how much she appreciated her action...and her really. And here she goes...Minha began sniffling, but wanting to let her eyes begin to well up she placed the book over her face before snickering quietly. ❝So is this the beginning of our own book club?❞ 

Ana Jarvis about Edwin (via cycat4077)

It had been quite a long week for Junmyeon. Around this time of summer, he became swamped with trying to meet deadlines in submitting new lesson plans to the school board for approval. This meant long hours in his office or cooped up in his one room flat. By the third week of all of this, he was very much fed up with having to stare at the same surroundings hour upon hour lit up with the glow from his laptop. So today, he took a bold stride of faith and took his work to the campus library. There was something about the smell of old books, coffee, papers, and ink that really riled him up to do his best. It was very much his element. 

This particular afternoon, he had a laptop bag strapped safely across his chest, his silver wire rimmed glasses set on the bridge of his nose, and a hot vanilla coffee tucked into his hand. He was the perfect image of someone who was ready to get down to some serious business. Upon entering the library, he was always quite awed by the pure colossal size of it. No matter how many times he had come previously, it never seized to amaze him. Silently thanking the team of architectures that had expressed their best here, he found a quiet corner away from the bustle of students and set down his laptop. As the computer booted, he absently looked around and noticed that the the usual hordes of students had greatly reduced due to the summer vacation. If he was lucky, maybe he’d be able to strike up a conversation with someone he knew. Anything to give him an excuse not to do work. Why was he so evil?

Junmyeon’s eyes narrowed at his own thoughts and in that moment it was like a heavenly strike of lightening had hit him square in the chest. Right in his sight of vision sat a lovely dark haired beauty bent over a book. He couldnt help but ogle as he noticed that glorious black shining curtain of her hair fall over her shoulder carelessly. Just his type. A wry look entered his face and he looked away with a new flush upon his face. He couldnt help but smirk to himself. How devilish was he? It was strange how destiny had a way of doing things. Maybe working here for the afternoon would not be so terrible after all. 

One month and nine days. 

That’s how much time Minha has had to herself to debate what it was she really wanted out of life, post 9Muses. She was in search of apartments with her best friend, Lee Sungyeol, and already panicking at how many modeling jobs she might have to take up to be able to pay her share of rent. And, adding her future fiscal dilemma, Minha knew she wanted to continue studying.

To say she loved learning was an understatement–Minha has taught herself a handful of things in life: starting from playing the guitar, knitting, to learning how to carry ( a rather small ) conversation in Spanish. The latter was something for her and only her to know, but she became intrigued with the language as she stumbled across an intriguing book called One Hundred Years of Solitude. She had never felt raw frustration and awe simultaneously–until she picked up a copy of the book. From there being about twenty main characters to different characters sharing the same names, to how the mythical town that the author wrote off was essentially doomed from the start. It took her a few tries to really understand the book–and about a dozen family trees. And to this day she still doesn’t think she’s completely understood it, but its one of the reasons why she was curious of the author and somehow was interested in his native tongue. 

As Minha was packing her things, wondering what she should give away or dispose of, she came across, a portion of, her book collection. ( The rest was at her parents’ house, as they knew she wouldn’t be able to take all of the novels, poems books, collection of short stories, and plays when she moved out. ) It was then, on a Saturday in early July, that it seemed evident to her. 

She wanted to study literature. 

Of course, this is Park Minha we are speaking of, she needed to weigh the pros and cons of the reality of studying literature but she found herself calling a school, Seoul National University, to set up a day for her to be behold the campus with her very own eyes. She knew that SNU was a bit of a reach school, considering her average scores for the entrance exams and back in high school, but it doesn’t hurt to go and marvel at the school’s architecture and the arsenal of books that the library possess.

And a week later, it was possible. She, and ten others, were on a tour of the campus. But, fifteen minutes into the tour, she wanted to venture off. While the guide was engrossed in his task of describing of the classrooms, to which–she didn’t know why he thought it was necessary to state the exact shade of paint in the rooms, she weaseled out the door and after five minutes and a helpful student she made it to her sanctuary.

She didn’t even know where to start–but she did walk the aisles with a goofy grin on her face, her right hand close enough to touch all the spines of the books as she walked past. And moments later, she ended up choosing an astronomy book and found refuge in back of the library, letting herself get lost in words–and science. 

Osho (via fyp-philosophy)

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