Summary: You transfer from an all
women’s sports college to a co-ed one after your mother was relocated
to a different hospital branch in Seoul. You want to find something
to do at the school so you settle for being the manager for the Men’s
Volleyball team. There, you meet an egotistical libero, and he bites
you down to your very last nerves.
“You want to join our team?” the
tall male with jet black hair asks you.
You had decided to approach him because
he looked the friendliest, with his doe-like eyes and bright smile.You have been watching him ever since you stepped foot into the gym, and you could tell right away that he was the type of person that wouldn’t straight out and reject someone. After ten minutes of trying to grasp the players’ personalities, you managed to muster up the courage to talk to one of them.
Nodding, you adjust the duffel bag that
was slung over your shoulder. “I just moved here from Junri
University, and I might as well just do something.”
“Junri University,” the male
mutters. He rubs the tip of his chin with his thumb and ponders for
several seconds. Then, he nudges his teammate next to him. “Hey,
Donghan, why does Junri University sound so familiar?”
You wait for his teammate’s predictable response. Who wouldn’t know Junri University?
His teammate faces his body toward yours and you watch his eyes enlarge. His blonde hair was swept across his
forehead, hiding his eyebrows and poking his lids. “You mean the
Junri University? One of the
best women’s sports college in this province?”
genre; cutesy fluff + stuff that makes u warm on a cold day
request; You know,I’m a figure skater myself so I’ve always wondered what a figure skating!seungkwan au would be like. Would you think of giving it a shot? Your woozi and mingyu baseball!au got me thinking
At first Seungkwan was reluctant to drive his little sister to the skating rink every Saturday, but he just couldn’t protest when his mother would grace him with her pleasant smile while holding up her cutting knife.
“You’re taking your sister to figure skating whether you like it or not, you hear?” She had quipped one evening while prepping supper, the glint off the knife’s silver blade matched with her sickly sweet smile enough to convince Seungkwan to concur.
Of course his mother would never harm him, yet he wasn’t taking any chances. It really wasn’t that bad driving Yura to figure skating every Saturday, Seungkwan had learned to roll with it.
During Yura’s first practice at the rink, Seungkwan watched with mellow interest from the stone cold bleachers, jacket zipped up to nose while his hands were nestled in the warmth of his pockets.
He didn’t know much about skating, nor was he very good at it. The ice just looked too shiny and slick, and Seungkwan had to hold back his wince whenever he noticed Yura faintly stumble or wobble in her skates.
The rest of the figure skating class continued to swirl around the ice rather smoothly, though anyone could tell they had a lot to learn before they perfected anything close to a spin. However, it was on Yura’s first day at the rink that Seungkwan found the perfect reason to continue driving her every morning, it was because he got to see you.
He remembered the whole memory clear as day, your form emerging from between two heavy metal doors, pure white skates laced up neater than woven thread with your hair tied delicately in a silk ribbon.
Seungkwan remembered how his heart raced a little too rapidly at the sight of you, how his lashes couldn’t stop flicking up and down and how his hazy eyes gleamed after your every move. You had on the cutest pair of light wash jeans, a jacket that looked similar to his wrapped around your upper half.
You were Yura’s figure skating instructor, and it was then that Seungkwan realized he was happy to have complied with his mother that one evening.
“The way she skates is really pretty, don’t you think?” Yura bubbled from the backseat, her toothy little grin bouncing off the rear view mirror that Seungkwan couldn’t stop glancing into. He halted the car at a red light, cottony steam brewing into the dry winter air.
“I guess… Why are you asking?” Seungkwan knew he shouldn’t have posed that question the second it left his lips, instant regret foaming away in his stomach. Yura had caught him staring after you on the ice, his eyes just peaking above the collar of his jacket as you elegantly brushed from side to side to swiftly stop at the rink’s exit.
Shirt: Classic Crewneck by Old Navy - XL
Jacket: 1969 Denim Icon by The Gap - XL Pants: Hawkings McGill Tapered Stretch Chino by Urban Outfitters - 36x32(tailored to 30) Sneakers: Authentic by Vans - size 8
My overall aesthetic can be summed up in a single word: black. Now that isn’t because I’m emo or I’m grunge, it’s just that I like the color. Don’t get me wrong, I do suffer quite a bit wearing some of the outfits I like, especially when they consist of black jeans during the summer time, but I sincerely enjoy what I wear, making it tolerable in 100 degree weather ヽ(´ー`)ﾉ. Usually though, it isn’t just black, it’s usually an ensemble of black with white, grey, royal blue, or even forest green depending on what I feel like wearing or what would be comfortable that day (on the contrary what I’m wearing currently is fully black so I might just be over estimating myself). But overall I like the clothes that I buy even if they are 99% black or would look good with black.
So this is an outfit that I like: Forever 21 Fedora, Suburban Riot Sweater, Globe Jacket, Old Navy Jeans, Nike SB Clutch (I don’t skate btw) in case anyone was wondering what the outfit is. I think one of the most important parts of an outfit, is to be comfortable, and for me, a jacket, sweaters or things that cover my body makes me feel comfortable [bonus points for things that are also fashionable, or suit my aesthetic]. This outfit is one that probably does not suit this current weather because both the sweater and jacket are extremely hot, and would probably cause me to combust if worn for extended periods of time. I personally LOVE looking at other people’s outfits for inspiration for my next clothing adventure. Whether it ends up for better or worse, I feel like I learn something about my clothing, and myself, like what looks good with what, or what definitely will not go together well at all.
One example of an inspired outfit, is this.
One day at school I saw someone wearing a sweater on top of a collared shirt, an outfit that I totally had forgotten about, and the outfit lightbulb above my head lit up brighter than the sun. The next day I wore similar clothing, but under my own color pallet, which is shown on the image above, minus the angry birds hat.
Now, here’s the answer to the question that I’m sure you all are wondering, “How does this relate to Korean Fashion?”. I happen to be Korean so this just happens to be my type of fashion :/. This is what I look like, in case you didn’t realize, and before I end this post, you guys should try to have fun with your outfits, and dress for YOU.