that 70′s show sentence starters || @serindpty !!

“if it’s any consolation, i hate outside too.” she could practically hear her family groaning, her friends making fun of her. antisocial krystal jung! look, she came out of her room for once! she didn’t find it quite as funny, how her inherent and unrelenting shyness made her dislike the general company of others, and they, just people, never failed to bother her from the moment she set foot outdoors.

“we could always just never leave, you know,” she quips, trying to make light of the subject as she pulls a few chips from the bag next to her and pops them in her mouth. “order food for the rest of our lives, just chill and never have to see another person again.”

that 70′s show sentence starters || @jxniel !!

“uhh… i don’t disagree with you.” krys’ expression was exasperated, if not entirely annoyed as she stood in the window, wincing at the scene outside. last she checked, the weather had called for possible light showers― but not the torrential downpour her eyes were met with, accentuated by the distant flashes and rumbling of approaching thunder. she certainly wouldn’t have bothered to venture out, especially to the mall, where her car was parked faaar out, and she was in heels. try to leave the house for one quick thing and this is what i get.

she wasn’t the only person watching the storm out the windows, and the comment of the female next to her at the very least was relatable. “i guess we’re all stuck for a while,” she sighs, turning her head to the other. “unless we wanna risk getting struck by lightning and i’m even less up for that than the rain.”

buzzfeed unsolved sentence starters || ( @mijvliete !! )

krystal laughed out loud at her friend’s exclamation. it was so good to know someone so unapologetic in her disapproval of childish behavior from others. so many would attempt to make excuses for a stranger but mijoo held no punches, immediately calling out the actions of the man in krys’ story, who’d made a sorry attempt to hit on her― and it was something she appreciated greatly.

“god, that’s what i was thinking too. it gets worse though,” she quipped, her voice slipping into that xoxo gossip girl kind of tone as she continued. “here i’m trying to walk away, right? and he starts calling after me that he could make me famous.” recalling it made her snort again, too amused by how ridiculous a claim the stranger had made. “so, clearly he had no idea who i was. i see that guy outside my favorite café all the time, this is just the first time he’s spoken to me. wonder if he’s as gross with all the girls that walk by or he’s just a creep that got bold. either way, i couldn’t believe the nerve.”

buzzfeed unsolved sentence starters || ( @sgeniuslab !! )

“god, i know, i know, it’s even worse than that” krystal groans, her head falling into her hands in defeat. what was she thinking, showing this monstrosity to any other human being, let alone an accomplished artist like her companion. but desperate times called for desperate measures, and she was more than desperate for someone to confirm to her that this noise was just that― noise.

“i’m glad i’m not the only one that thinks it’s awful,” she sighs after a moment, “but it still presents me with a whole new problem. i cannot put this out there. we, my group, we can’t put― this― out to the public, i think i’d rather die.”

she wasn’t exaggerating, either- for years, krystal had taken great pride in slowly learning the ins and outs of how her company crafted the music she and her members would then bring to life. eager to hear what the writers were crafting, she had asked to hear the latest demo… and found herself horrified by just how terrible it sounded. and now, here she was, playing it for another to vent her frustrations, because the complaints she’d made to the writers themselves had fallen on deaf ears. you’re just the idol, it’s your job to smile and sing, you get the money either way, what do you care how it sounds?

“this is a disaster. i don’t write often, but even i could write better than this. no one is going to take this sorry excuse for a song seriously, but this company… it’s always been like this, even since i was little. they give you things, you never get to create for yourself… shit, what do i do?”

( @serindpty !! )

a small laugh escapes her as she focuses in on the object in her hands― a car starter, in desperate need of a battery change, and of course, stuck shut. having offered to help in this mini-struggle, now she was determined to finish the job, cursing herself a little for her nagging little need to be so helpful. i better not break a nail.

“it’s okay,” krys quips, narrowing her eyes as she pulls on the device, “i usually can’t get things open to save my life. and in your defense― this is hard.” it takes another few moments before the back of the starter finally clicks open, leaving her with a triumphant smile. “there we go!” she hands it back to her companion, satisfied. “i hope you’ve got a replacement on you. that’s the one thing i don’t have.”