➷ whisker gardens

@park sunghoon ᵇᵃᵏᵉⁿᵉᵏᵒ To say that my room were in a messy state was an understatement, with rows of shirts and pants lined and some even pushed aside on my bed, I let out a sigh at the scene I created. It wasn't on purpose, I just went through the tragic situation of 'not having any clothes to wear for a first date', so that is how I ended up in this predicament. Finally deciding to stop glaring at the clutter, I grab my garments before swiftly putting them back in the closet. And just when I'm done with cleaning up, I heard knocking on the door. Taking a couple of deep breath to calm my heart down, I give one last look in the mirror, checking on my make up and outfit while fixing my hair out of nervousness. I had half a mind to take off the cute hair clips that I have on, afraid that it'll look silly but I have a hunch that you'll probably like it. Plus it did help to keep my hair out of my face.. Shaking my head to stop myself from otherthinking stuff, I finally walk over to open the door; only to gasp, startled at the sudden noise that greeted me. And just like that, all of my worries are blown away as I become a laughing fit, finding the situation quite silly.

:: my outfit ::
https://64.media.tumblr.com/e9885720a357b56abb1ee399f579d77a/6e2e24c377bc5e34-3e/s2048x3072/cbc32ae782e66c617774d3926580a427aaf2d69b.jpg

@sim jaeyun ᵍᵒˡᵈᵉⁿ ʳᵉᵗʳᶦᵉᵛᵉʳ To put it lightly, I am nervous as hell. It was the first time I have asked you on an official date despite the many months toiling over how to do so, and a lot of effort and thoughtful planning had gone into the plan I had finally settled on— in the end it was worth it, hell, anything was when it came to you. Fixing my sweater, I adjust the bouquet I held in my hand and politely knock on the door to your shared room, feeling a wave of cold sweat hit my brow. I haven’t been this nervous in ages. This may be worse than I-land. My nose twitches as it turns out that the specific flowers I had scoured Seoul in order to find for you, were full of pollen that my allergies were not used to. A soft scrunch of my nose and I turn away from the door as it swings open, sneezing with a tiny jump. Sniffling, I face forward sheepishly and then balk at you, lips falling semi open. “Oh..”

// the vibes
#1: flowers- https://64.media.tumblr.com/119c20877473f942e804b7594b980ecf/38f3c8393d0a0031-21/s1280x1920/e05ad260daac8c79cb92f3cae3fbb2818f960f95.jpg
#2: details for later- https://64.media.tumblr.com/86ade9da1f9ffe2bd4339eca6e64dd91/38f3c8393d0a0031-e0/s2048x3072/52d834203f01184b9d25a012ce9c69c3e67db633.jpg