#247nara

[247jiyong]

MOODBOARD — GEUM NARA & KWON JIYONG

❛ we're unfazed, we'll make it through okay,         even though the days feel long        and the nights feel just the same. ❜

— send a ‘⚡’ for a moodboard of our muses ( accepting )

[x247sumin]

↬ singing in the rain ( sumin & nara )

junior year in cheongnam ✦ @247nara

even for a smart student like sumin, classes could be really boring at times. they became less interesting when you were more invested in something else, or even someone, she would say. she had been looking at the time for more than she should, one hand propping her chin as the girl glanced towards her side, smiley eyes focused on only one person. geum nara. the picture of them going on cute dates after school couldn’t make her stop smiling, and sumin could only hope nobody would realize how stupid she actually looked like at this moment. 

and when the bell finally rang, sumin quickly grabbed her bag and ran towards nara, pulling a chair to sit in front of the girl so she was facing her while nara packed her things. “hey, wanna go eat some cakes and milkshakes? it’s on me, i promise. just come with me!” of course, she would buy the whole world for nara, as cheesy as it might sound like, she was serious. placing both arms on the table, she rested her chin on her hands and looked up at nara with a childish pout, hoping the girl would agree. “i have something to give to you too, so you gotta come with me, whether you want it or not.” she nodded. “i missed you so much.” 

she had been thinking about them a lot these days. it made her recalled the first time they saw each other, when she still had no idea nara would be such an important character in her life. it almost felt like a dream though. nara came like an angel sent from heaven. sumin was in need of someone to lean on after the scandal of her clique broke out, and nara was just there at the right time. she believed this was no coincidence, that maybe nara was her true destiny. surely you’re my destiny, it shines fully in my heart. oh, my. she was whipped as fuck for nara.

[247hana]

black moss | h + n

-- @247nara

A table by the window. A tree outside to provide shade (and secrecy). A walkway parched with rushing passersby to avoid the cold wind. It is the perfect spot to watch people, a hobby she had grown to like until it became beneficial for her plans.

She watched: an elderly couple slowly crossing the road, a businessman in a hurry while he speaks wildly at the other line of the call, a college student with a small bag of groceries, a family of four armed with phones and cameras as they gushed at the city they are in, a man shouting at a meek intern after spitting out the coffee she brought him and then dumped its contents on the crying young girl before returning to the huge white tent.

Hana’s gaze followed the weeping girl who returned to the coffee shop is in. The crooning woman who accompanied her little trip has long stopped from singing. She pulled off the earbuds and took out the disc from the player and carefully placed it back from its bed. Upon closing the album, a face who is too familiar to her showed up gracing the cover.

She always knew she’ll make it someday. Hana has been one of her small audience back at Cheongnam whenever she practices after class. It may have seemed that she wasn’t interested to hear her sing, but deep inside, she was enamored by her voice thus she never complained too much whenever the other drags her at the rooftop to practice back then.

Hana stood up and left the establishment and went inside the white tent she was watching earlier. She is certain that her target would be present for he loved scouring around to search for new prospects to abuse until they reach their limits. There was already a long line at the table he was standing behind at. To set her plans in motion, patience and utmost care are keys to fruition.

Once it was her turn, she sneaked a quick peek at the man before giving the album to the artist herself and gave her a huge smile, one that she has been practicing hours before at the coffee shop’s restroom.

“Hello. Can you please address this to your old friend?”

[247seona-blog]

* IT’S THE LIGHT.

for @247nara.

the sun shines through the front windows of mirageu, its rays dancing over the assortment of flora placed around the shop. it smells strongly of flowers, as it should. when she first began working here, seona thought it was pungent, overpowering, and just not pleasant on the nose.

two years later and she still feels the same.

crouched down on the floor, she takes her time tending to the lilac hyacinths. fragrant, they are, but they still were her second favourite in the entire shop. the baby’s breath comes first. delicate and so quick to die, she often kept some in her strung up in her room.

the bell by the door rings, signalling someone entering the store. seona glances up, sunlight hitting her face, and nods at the pair who entered the shop. “good afternoon.” she greets the grandfather and granddaughter pair with a curt nod, resuming her task afterwards. 

she preferred to avoid nagging the customers about what they’re looking for and what could suit their tastes, only interacting with them if she had to.

some bosses may call her cold and unapproachable, but seona merely sees it as common courtesy.

[247xbora]

' do you remember? '

#SoftAngst: ACCEPTING!

Bora had invited Nara over to the Trinity house as her apartment was undergoing some kind of minor renovation. Having the interior fixed and her newly purchased moon and star chandelier installed. They hang out at the spacious living room while flipping through tv channels and munching down on pizza and all the other kinds of good stuff that’s actually bad for one’s body. 

“Do you remember?” Nara looks at Bora who holds the fries in her hands. “Remember what?” She asks, noming on fries and barely paying attention to the movie playing on the large tv screen. “When you started liking your star boy.” Nara grins. Bora was somewhat expecting this already. Was Nara planning to bring up the potato joke again? “I swear Geum Nara. You planned this, didn’t you? You waited for me to eat these goddamn fries before you make that potato joke again.” She nudges the other who just laughs. It was an inside joke between them. 

Bora never really had a lot of social interaction before she started studying in Cheongnam. It was just her and Boyeon all the time. It rarely happened that they ever met people from outside of their home. Nara came with the potato joke when Bora came to her wondering what the foreign feeling was. The one she kept on feeling whenever she looked at a certain boy in her class. Her curiosity backfired and she would hold her breath when he smiles, felt butterflies that were enough to give her a stomachache and her heart would race as if she did so much workout without even actually doing anything. Nara used to laugh whenever Bora came running to her with cheeks stained red and feeling all warm. “It’s funny!” Nara tells Bora, but she wasn’t amused at all. ANyone can tell that. “I hope you choke on your pizza.”

[247wang-blog]

Above The Waves

@247nara

Work for Jackson had piled, lately his days had become hectic and his stress levels had risen. He loved his work of course, but had felt himself burning out after long days of photoshoots, commercials, and sponsoring events. Today however, Jackson could be seen with an energetic glow. His newest gig for some top-brand stylist who he could vaguely remembered had requested him for her shoot. At a waterpark. Despite the constant internal reminder to stay professional, he couldn’t keep a pleased grin off his visage as he imagined the waterpark. On top of that, he was working with someone he actually got along with. 

Nara, or more popularly known as ying-yang a soloist as KS entertainment. He had first worked with her during one of her comebacks, having starred in her music video. The filming process had taken quite a few days and within those days the two had gotten along well. She was a force to reckon with, hard-working and striving to get everything perfectly. Jackson would have probably felt overwhelmed if it wasn’t for the fact that he was the same way. He remembered how thrilling it had been to work with someone who was equally kind and passionate about work and now they were once again paired together in the commercial.

With that impression burnt in his recollection you could only imagine his confusion as he noted how ashen pale her face was. He had strolled up to her, in the middle of reaching over to pat her on the back when he noticed her state. She stared numbly at the wave pool, the large body of water roaring with artificial waves that swept away the inner tubes. When they had arrived, she had been fine. In fact they had shared a pleasant greeting before being whisked away by the makeup and hair stylists before they could catch up.

His gaze flickered from her, to the wave pool and then back to her. He scowled in confusion as he observed her clenching her fist. Something was obviously wrong, her usual poised posture seemed slacked with anxiety. Cautiously moving closer to her, Jackson gently patted her shoulder to get her attention while keeping his voice low, so that only she could hear him.

“Hey, what’s wrong? You look a little shaken?” 

[247parkyongguk-blog]

the wild hunt

@247nara​

Past Thread

If there was one thing Yongguk was allergic to then it was lawyers who didn’t do their job right. The South-Korean law system was already flawed enough without the defenders of the law accepting bribes. At first Yongguk had not wanted to believe lawyers could be so twisted that they’d lose a case on purpose when enough money was involved. But ever since he’d witnessed his idol to throw a case in court, he had no other choice than face the stone cold reality. Instead of sulking in his room or angrily shouting to the heavens about it, the young lad of barely eighteen had decided to make it his personal mission to ruin the career of his used-to-be-idol.

Perhaps during his law school time Yongguk had gotten a little too obsessed with the man. Most of his spare time in college -next to trying to find Sun- went to looking through different media sources and old case files of the male. He spit through everything he could put his hands on just to find inconsistencies or some incriminating evidence against the lawyer. By the time he graduated Yongguk practically knew everything there was to know about the male who had defended a teenager who got abandoned by their rich-ass parents but during the lawsuit he turned the blame on his own client when the parents offered him a truck-load of money. But sadly enough he didn’t find any hard proof of the unholy practices of the male. Having learned that the lawyer had a daughter, Nara, Yongguk hoped that she was able to give him some incriminating evidence of some sorts. Honestly at the time he made an appointment with her via her company for a talk, the freshly graduated lawyer was almost desperate.

Being seated in the small but comfortable looking room Nara’s agency provided them with for their conversation, Yongguk waited for the female to come in. With his pen, notepad, and voice recorder already resting on the table now only Nara had to come in and hopefully provide him with the information he was looking for.

[247dksoo-blog]

out of character-*

what the fuck do you think you are doing?

kyungsoo hhisses to himsef, humming when the nurse's eyebrow lifts in inquiry, probably asking if he understood - which, he don't. he had tuned out the rest of the her words after the first sentence, but he had been able to trick her into thinking he's been listening all the while. with a smile, she pats the empty stool beside the white bed and leaves to settle herself back to her table at front.

the white room hurts his eye and he opts to lean his back on the wall instead of sitting down, his gaze settling on the equally white ceiling. his feet aches to run out of the room and pretend none of this even happened. but he had been worried failed to convince himself he's not needed there, that he shouldn't have stuck his nose on something he doesn't understand in the first place. it had been his golden rule, always had been. but the sick, paleness to her cheeks as he laid unconscious on the ground pulled him in, and before he's gotten a chance to tell himself to walk away, he was already heading towards the nurse's office, an unconscious stranger in his arms as he starts questioning his actions.

kyungsoo sighs and runs his fingers through his hair in frustration. meddling usually meant trouble. when will he learn?

@247nara

[ex-yixing247-blog]

a song for the soul

@247nara​

4 years ago

It’s a warm day in July when Yixing’s making his way through some of the busier streets of Seoul. The reason for his wandering into the busier parts of the city despite his usual preference for calmer places is his need to buy himself a few new clothes for the summer. The weather has gotten a little bit too hot for him to still walk around in his long jeans and hoodies, so he is in need of a few shorts or something to the like. Not his favourite pieces of clothing, but definitely better on hot days than long, skinny jeans.

So his goal is simple and easy clothing stores where he can buy a decent pair of shorts, without having to spend half an hour wading through an entire collection of things he would never be caught dead wearing in any century. Of course what he eventually ends up at is nothing close to his goal. Instead his attention is pulled by a young female on a corner of the street, who is singing this or the other cover of a famous song as if it’s her very own piece of art.

For a little while he just stands there and takes in the scene, smiling softly and fondly because of the young woman who is clearly following her dreams. For a true artist, the place where they can perform their art is not as important as being able to perform at all. Much like how it is for this person, clearly, and the passion displayed is the reason for his smile.

A few more people pause momentarily to listen in, then continue on their way again, but Yixing stays where he is. Eventually he digs his wallet out of is back pocket and takes a few steps towards the girl. Pulling out the rather extensive amount of bills inside of his wallet - he’d withdrawn some money from his father’s account in order to be able to pay for his clothes - he doesn’t show any hesitation before putting them into what appears to be the young woman’s money holder.

Taking the few steps back to his earlier position, he tucks the now empty wallet into his back pocket again and focuses his gaze on the singer again. Slightly moving his head and feet along to the beat, he smiles the entire time, enjoying the performance thoroughly.

[ex-247jonghyun-blog]

unfortunate run-in *

he should know when the morning starts that it’s going to be a bad day.

he wakes twenty minutes after his alarm clock is supposed to go off and has to rush his entire morning ritual. in order to still be at the hospital in time, he skips breakfast that day and just grabs an apple to go.

but coffee is as important a part of his day as his morning shower and his evening glass of wine are, so he still stops by the coffee shop on his way to work. literally stops, because two steps inside of the shop, someone turns or gets up or does whatever it is they do and bumps right into him. (or maybe he walks right into their path, but is that his problem? no.)

‘what the...’ he turns, frown in place, murderous gaze landing on the person who will become the victim of his wrath. then he sees the cup in her hand and looks further down to find some of its liquid spilled onto the floor. and consequently also on his shoe. whatever semblance of kindness he might have planned to keep disappears in a split second.

‘do you even have eyes in your head?’

he resists the urge to strike her across the face because she is a woman and they are in public, but his expression is like a dark storm cloud. lightning and thunder aren’t far off.

‘watch where you’re going next time!’ he doesn’t attempt to lower his voice or keep the conversation between the two of them. the entire coffee shop can freely listen along to what he is telling her. why should he hide how she doesn’t even have the basic semblance of respect to keep others in mind and not just spill the contents of her morning drink all over them?

‘these are real leather shoes do you know the damage that crap can do to them? are you going to pay for the cleaning!?’

@247nara

[seunghyun247-blog]

✉ ⁇ ✘@ $ ♀

Send “✉” for a text that WASN’T SENT.    [ txt -> venus flytrap ] you sort of ruined me    [ txt -> venus flytrap ] you and ophelia were the ones i thought could actually    [ txt -> venus flytrap ] i mean u didnt hurt me as badly as she did but    [ txt -> venus flytrap ] back in hs i..    [ txt -> venus flytrap ] i really…Send “⁇” for a DRUNK text.    [ txt -> venus flytrap ] i hopeh your happier now thana u were    [ txt -> venus flytrap ] whene we met    [ txt -> venus flytrap ] i worryi abt u a lotttSend “✘” for a HATEFUL text.    [ txt -> venus flytrap ] so ur saying it WASNT ur intention to lead me on when we were younger??    [ txt -> venus flytrap ] lmao okSend “@” for a SCARED text.    [ txt -> venus flytrap ] im just juggling a lot of shit rn and im scared of dropping something    [ txt -> venus flytrap ] so much is happening yknow??    [ txt -> venus flytrap ] i can barely keep me headSend “$” for an ACCIDENTAL text.    [ txt -> venus flytrap ] ur always my bro i just wish u hadnt stabbed me in the back    [ txt -> venus flytrap ] i mean hi nara!!!!    [ txt -> venus flytrap ] this!!!    [ txt -> venus flytrap ] wasnt supposed to be to you!!!    [ txt -> venus flytrap ] god i have butterfingers..Send “♀” for a HEARTBREAKING text.    [ txt -> venus flytrap ] do you ever even like… think about me?    [ txt -> venus flytrap ] lmao jk jk    [ txt -> venus flytrap ] of course u dont haha

[247jiyong]

aesthetic boards — @247nara​ & jiyong

❝ an open road and your favourite song               is sometimes all the therapy you need.❞

[x247sumin]

blue knees ft nara.

@247nara

she saw him. she saw her father today. she saw a face she wished not to see again today, at this cafe she often dropped by to get her daily dose of caffeine. had he been following her? it had been years since she left the house, since she walked out from his life. he called out her name but she didn’t answer, instead she turned around and walked away without a word. she hated him. she would always do. suddenly the anger overtook sumin and she needed to let it out, she needed to fucking punch something. she came to an abrupt stop when she reached the end of the shop street, turning around to suddenly punch the wall on her right. 

why was he acting nice all of a sudden by trying to find her like this? he was an asshole ( a big one at that ) back then, and he was still one to sumin now. her mother always reminded her to forgive and forget about every shit that’s done to them. but sumin was never one to forgive, let alone to forget. she hold grudges. she tended them like little pets. the only thing that had been holding her back from shooting him right in the head was the short memory she could recall of him during her childhood, when everything was still smiles and laughs. 

she ended up staring at the wall for a moment, trying to gasp for air after walking too much. it didn’t hurt and she needed to feel something, so sumin gave the poor wall another punch. and two, and three---until she finally heard her name being called, the familiar voice had pulled her back to reality as she panted heavily. the people passing by her could only dare to glance and walk away, not that any of their weird looks would ever bother her anyways. her knuckles were covered with blood and cuts, but she’s too invested in her anger to even realize that just yet. 

[yijoo247-blog]

                 🌙  MOODBOARD MEME ⇢ @247nara

[daljaejoong]

#

Send “#” for a RANDOM text. [ tx-> geum nara ] nara-ssi, you left your jacket in the dance studio. i’ve saved it from the trampling of 5 wannabe stars’ feet, so come find me in the ks cafeteria to get it back ?

[247xbora]

‘ don’t talk. save your strength. ’

#SoftAngst: ACCEPTING! 

The news broke out like a bomb blew right in front of her. It had to be Nara, of all people. Her best friend, her pillar of salt, the other half of Ra Duo. How can she do this to her? After knowing just how much she loved the man whose name is all over the news with her name in it. 

"What kind of friend are you, huh!?" Bora stormed into her apartment in the middle of the day. She left her work to confirm the news with him and now she needs to confirm it with her. "You knew! You knew that I have always liked him since I met him!" Nara was indeed the first to know aside from her own brother, who didn't really support the whole idea itself, but Nara always was the one who made her feel like it was okay to like someone even when Bora felt like he was way out of her own league. 

"I told you every single thing! You knew that I love him more than anything in this world!" Curling her hands into fists, trembling as her tears started to fall out of anger. No words can calm her down. Not even an apology from the two of them. Bora felt betrayed and angry because it felt as if the world itself went against her. Nara was quiet and Bora was raging like she couldn't bear the fact that the silence was eating her alive. "You lied to me. How could you keep this secret all to yourself!? You knew damn well that I’ve fought every goddam obstacle that life threw at me just so I can say those three words to him!” Pushing her away with very little force. 

“Don’t talk. Save your strength.” Nara finally tells Bora after being quiet the whole time. “You’re right. I’m wasting my time and my strength by talking to you.” Scoffing as she backs away slowly. “You didn’t even consider how I would feel when you decided it was fine to keep this from me.” There was nothing more to say and Bora could only shake her head at Nara as she leaves. “No need to send me an invite in the future, Mrs. Lee.”