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bbyoozi · 3 years

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wonwoo for anon!

#uuugh i love this look #wonwoo in a sweater and glasses yes #wonwoo.gif

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bbyoozi · 3 years

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omw to steal your girl

#this is so unfair whyyyy #woozi.gif

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bbyoozi · 4 years

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THE8

#the8.art

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bbyoozi · 4 years

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Chwe Vernon [ Modern Witch AU ]

Intro | Kim Mingyu | Chwe Vernon | Jeon Wonwoo (soon) |

You met Vernon Chwe in the middle of Gorbea National Park in Spain. He came out from the mist, his brows furrowed and his teary eyes searching. Leaves and twigs crunched under his beat-up sneakers as he stumbled his way towards you and your family. The difference in clothing was what made you pause. Compared to your hiking gear, complete with thick boots and heavy jackets to fight the biting cold of the coming winter months, he only wore a plain shirt, relaxed, ripped jeans, and sneakers. He was only 15. So were you.

With a shy, brittle voice, he asks if he can use your phone for a moment. The screen of the phone in his shaky hands was black and cracked when he showed it to you. He must have noticed your confused, apprehensive face.

Your parents were too far ahead so you couldn’t call them if there was trouble. But then again, what kind of trouble could a scrawny, lost 15-year old boy do? He thanked you when you passed your unlocked phone and turned in a way that let you see the screen and what he was doing. It took him a moment to find what he was looking for: your Google Maps app. As if this boy wasn’t strange already. He could have just asked me where we are, you thought, rolling your eyes. Perhaps if you just snatch your phone and make a run for it, you would be able to catch your parents before they realize you were gone.

“Hey, can I join your hike?”

For a moment, the air got knocked out of your lungs. A cold breeze ran through his air, playing with his light brown locks, and golden sunbeams of the afternoon turned his eyes into polished axinite. He smiled the way the sun breaks over the horizon on a new day.

You wiped your sweaty palms on your jeans and tore your gaze away from his. “As long as you can keep up.”

“Travelling isn’t all that it’s cracked up to be,” you replied when he asked why you didn’t like travelling with your parents for their job. How easy it was for him to weed out the conversation from your thorny guard. “I know it’s every person’s dream to travel the world, but it isn’t mine. I just want to find a place I can call home and stay there.” He gave you a sad, understanding smile. “I sincerely hope that you do one day.”

You bump into him again in Amsterdam and in Kenya. Once in Manila. Another time in Iceland. And again in Nagasaka after a few months. Then in Brazil on your 20th birthday. Pireas in Greece two weeks after that. A year later, in Brisbane. You’ve seen him so many times, the word “coincidence” stopped sounding right in your mouth. He said maybe “fate” would roll off your tongue better, but the word was kept in the prison behind your lips. Fate wasn’t something you believed in. In your mind, fate was created by a lazy person who didn’t care for the “hows” and “whys”. He disagrees, always with a chuckle.

The cafe’s chimes brought you out of your memories of low voices, hands brushing against one another, fingers tracing tattoos, golden streetlights, awkward smiles, looking for a familiar face in the crowd, and tummy-aching laughter. When your eyes met with a pair of familiar axinite, you felt your heart leap.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” you breathed out, fighting a smile from breaking out. “What is it this time? Work or play? And should I be concerned that we meet again?”

There were so many other questions that you wanted to ask. What were the odds we met in this tiny town? What adventures have you been in for the past one and a half years? Do you still believe in fate? Do you try to look for me when you’re in a new place like I do for you?

Vernon made a beeline towards your table and sat down across from you, not at all trying to fight the smile on his face. “Both. I was visiting a new branch of the office, and now I have some free time to roam around. What about you? Still travelling with your parents? Where are they, by the way?”

“Settling down in Michigan,” you answered, biting your lip in anticipation of his reaction. “I’ve actually been travelling on my own.”

“You’re finally flying with your own wings,” he remarked with a wide grin. His hand, warm, familiar, and comforting, found its way on top of yours. “What changed? I thought you wanted to settle down and find a home?”

A tiny, bashful smile pulled at the edges of your lips. “It’s hard when home isn’t just a place.”

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bbyoozi · 4 years

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he has my heart your honor🥺

#i looooove LOVE these glasses on him #woozi + glasses is my weakness #woozi.gif

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bbyoozi · 4 years

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the anatomy of jun (insp.)

960610 — happy birthday to the boy who never complains and always persists; to our mischievous but gentle-hearted gemini; to seventeen’s trusted alarm clock, pseudo maknae, and miracle visual; to the selfless cat who will always sit by carats’ side; to our moonlight, wen junhui ଘ(੭*ˊᵕˋ)੭* ੈ ☾‧₊˚✧

#this is so cute!!!#and happy birthday to jun!#a precious boi #jun.gfx

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bbyoozi · 4 years

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reminder that this blog, while not politically focused, supports BLM. bootlickers and racists aren’t welcome here, and never will be.

#just a psa to people who follow this blog #please unfollow if you're racist

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bbyoozi · 4 years

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i cant believe americans on tv really say rock paper scissors like???? its paper scissors rock omg do u irl americans actually say rock paper scissors????

#bro where i live we say 'bato bato pick'#which translates to 'rock rock pick (meaning choose)'#the scissors and paper aren't even mentioned lmao #also i'm a twoset fan and i head them (aussies) say 'scissors paper rock' and my insides squirmed fr #i'm used to hearing 'rock paper scissors'#elle.personal

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bbyoozi · 4 years

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