ignorance is bliss.

── isn't it? '94 ; animated shadow

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valentines || +lsh&lh

self-para for @advsoohyuk​ & @advluhan

this is the same each year; routine set behind a pleasant smile and eyes shining with girlish anticipation. it is not an exceedingly special day, not in the way that most would celebrate birthdays or the like─ but it is special nonetheless, to herself and many others like her.

but unlike most, naeun has no need to debate her actions nor the recipients that will be privy to them; there is little trace of worry in any form, leaving all the more room for delight and concentration to be put in her task. the kitchen she’s stationed in is silent with her thought, cheeks puffed as she tries something new─ there’s always something new each year, even if it’s slight.

the drawings on the handmade bits of chocolate are questionable at best, but they’re meant to represent the respective recipients─ it doesn’t come out as clear as she’d intended it to, but they’re crafted into existence all the same.

despite being capable of purchasing high-end decadent sets alone (she’d still do that, though she insists that her hand-crafted pieces are the main focus), she takes to this each year, keeping herself to the nearest kitchen and emerging hours later with hints of extensive if not temporarily high use. it’s not often that she cooks anything herself─ she purchases it or it is prepared for her─ but these are special; these are tradition wrapped in laces of ‘romantic spirit’, as she would call it, ways continued from the very first time she could do this as a child.

it ruins itself as being a surprise in that way, but she knows that those two will play along with her each time. 

the heart-shaped, bite sized pieces of chocolate are arranged as though they were professionally ordered in spite of looking anything but; they’re not smooth in the way store bought selections were but they manage to fit somewhat neatly in the boxes that she sets up─ one set having poorly drawn and uneven glasses on each piece and the other having an equally poorly drawn imitation of a certain doll. with the gifts wrapped in a single ribbon each and stacked into her hands, she sets off to the place where she knows they’re waiting, her smile glowing. 

the best way to show one’s heart is by being direct; her mother always says that, though naeun has not yet mastered how to do so in a way that doesn’t leave her ears and face warmed and her words stumbled over, despite all these years.

it’s yet another thing that doesn’t change.

[advxnaeun-blog]

      ── 1994/02/10 ; naeun’s twenty-third birthday

when one is as surrounded by love as she is, it is called being blessed; and she cherishes it with a full heart, just as one ought to. with this additional year in her life, she strives to continue in her path to make the world a better place─ just as her father once aspired to.

[advxnaeun-blog]

misfortune’s muse || +kwp

@advwonpil​

there are some days in which fortune smiles and keeps her from tripping over her feet. she is not clumsy─ she’d swear that she isn’t. but there are days where bad luck flocks to her as though she were its mother; one would think that her mutation was a charm for such, but oh, if they knew. oh, if she knew. 

wonpil is someone that she knows through an occasional run-in and chance meetings alone; they are not terribly acquainted aside that. but he lives just a few doors from one lee soohyuk, and that alone increases the chances of coming across each other to slightly more likely than usual. it’s not often that she sees soohyuk before he comes to see her─ it is just a fact that contributes to a particular probability. but if asked naeun would say that she knows wonpil, though she truly does not; now and then greetings exchanged does not provide a stable foundation for anything more than acquaintanceship. 

though every time she sees wonpil, it seems as though the most peculiar things happen to him. 

she’d think him clumsy, given how many times he seems to trip on nothing at all only to drop whatever he might have been holding at the time; sometimes he simply seems as though he’d suddenly been bitten by a bug that isn’t there, one that she hadn’t seen, either. there are times in which it is startling; there are others in which she can only wish the remainder of his day well. this time, she thinks it to be the latter as she walks by, bowing her head slightly with a soft yet polite greeting. 

but there is a cause for such things, and that cause waits until their shadows intersect in even the briefest of ways before it curls itself around the unsuspecting stranger’s mirrored ankle. it cannot touch him directly, no, but this? this petty disruption is something it is easily capable of─ and if it could laugh at the prospect of wonpil tripping, then it most certainly would. 

but it cannot, so it does not; instead, it immediately retreats back to its normal and unsuspecting state before it could possibly be noticed. 

[arycole]

[adv-wonho-blog]

The Risk I Took was Calculated, But...

[advxnaeun-blog]

adv-wonho

He very carefully and slowly hands the folder with the contract to her, as well as his national id card and student id. He shuffles back a little bit while she looks, because honestly she looks kind of like she’d sock him in the face and he really would rather not be punched in the nose today.

Actually, he feels almost a bit irritated, just because it’s been a bad day and now Sailor Moon here wants to call the police on him or something. She means well, he supposes but still why /him/ of all people? It’s his apartment so was he really doing anything wrong? He sighs agitatedly to himself. Of course she wouldn’t know it’s his apartment. How on earth could she? She was simply doing what any good citizen would do.

So he waited patiently as she went over the documents and just prayed to whoever was listening that he wasn’t about to be beaten up by this tiny girl.

she is judge, jury, and executioner─ but only in mind. she wields no power nor jurisdiction to take any action aside the civilian right to alert those that could instead, but the confidence she holds in herself is a well-rounded imitation of misplaced authority. and judge she does, with wary eyes that move from him to the papers and identification in hand, balancing the light of her phone awkwardly to try and read properly.

it takes a few moments, of which were filled with tense silence, but she recedes. there is no need to play executioner today─ the jury verdict is not guilty. 

as she returns the papers she sighs, wondering; it’s only right to apologize, but there is something else missing here. but her tensed stance relaxes─ she is not so up in arms anymore. the phone falls to her side, but keeps the light on for visibility. 

“i’m sorry,” she apologizes, bowing. “it really did seem as though you were trying to break into that apartment─ ” but was that not what he was doing? there’s what was missing; she seems to puff up as if affronted with the realization.

“anyone could have thought that you were a thief─ doing things like that could get you hurt! or in trouble! and you were so high up─ what if you had fallen and no one was around to help you?” a hand on her hip, the other directing her phone toward him, though not in an attempt to blind. “you should have a contingency plan if you’ve happened to misplace your keys!” 

[advsoohyuk-blog]

foreboding figments.

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advsoohyuk

( @advxnaeun )

soohyuk is like naeun’s shadow.

he is every bit the shady and dark figure a shadow could be imagined to be, while she walks in the light, radiant. he is cold and cruel where she is warm and kind. yet he is always with her, too, or not so painfully far away at least; he trails behind her light, often unseen but nonetheless present. she need not become sharp and hardened by the world because he already has been; he is harsh enough to cover for the both of them by now.

(there is still a softness to him as well, though, and it will show through for her; he is not quite conscious of this, or would at least never admit it.)

it is because he is always on her coattails like a shadow that being near one another is merely routine for them. it is true that he spends more time surveying the city as of late than he did when they lived at her mother’s home, but this is a matter of necessity; soohyuk must have an understanding of the surroundings to protect her. he does not yet trust daybreak nor its inhabitants, no, but he believes it safe enough with its tight security and careful watch that he frets less leaving her be, here. he is glad for that.

still, there is a certain undeniable peace in the time they spend together. they have a routine and this suits him just fine; they meet for tea in the afternoons, after the day’s training and before any other nonsense soohyuk gets up to. it’s always in naeun’s room, or in a nearby cafe – today it’s the former. his own room is too cluttered and hardly feels like his own; this has always been true, even before they came to daybreak. (not the clutter – that’s just changsub. but it would not change the fact that soohyuk holds little attachment to his place of dwelling. he holds little attachment to most of his own effects.)

soohyuk crosses his legs idly, leaning back in his chair precariously – not that he has much fear of falling, his sense of balance is quite sharp. “you seem to be in a good mood, naeun-yang,” he inquires lightly, eye resting casually upon naeun’s form – without implication. “i take it incheon is still treating you well, then?”

to naeun, soohyuk is a knight.

he dons clothes instead of armor and he doesn’t grandly ride in on a white horse– though he is capable of almost anything she could imagine, and that is not something she would put beneath his list of peculiar talents. he is not stoic and cold as some knights are but he is loyal and trustworthy– sometimes not as responsible as he ought to be, but that is often for trivial matters. she trusts him with her life and would do so even if he were not her bodyguard by employment label; there is more to it than capability alone. anyone could be capable of something such as protection if they tried.

but not anyone could be soohyuk. no one could be soohyuk.

there is no lack of security in his presence; being around him reminds her of this each time by making her feel all the more safe, even when there are no threats to be wary of. her room is serenity within its space but with him around her it is all the more soothing. it does not take words nor conversation to solidify that; less could they be means to disrupt it. not if it is simply the two of them. 

his habits are that which she has grown so accustomed to that they hardly cause her to bat an eye at nowadays– there are no warnings of be careful for her to give that she had not distributed aplenty in younger years and there lacks a need for them now. should he fall, it would be startling to say the least; somehow, she has no worries, instead closing her eyes as she takes a bite out of a cookie, with a smile unhidden behind its soft, curved edges. the nearly depleted cup of tea she has rests on the table nearby. 

“it is,” she hums. is she so at peace because relaxing with tea is always a tranquil time, or is it because it feels as though she hadn’t done this alongside him in a while? her soft smile doesn’t fade– it doesn’t matter which it is. “things here can be shockingly loud, but... it’s proven easy to adjust to. the livelihood isn’t off-putting in the slightest.” 

she takes a sip of her tea, noting in the back of her mind that she’d do well to refill her cup soon. “has it been as fun as it seems, for you? i have a mission from mom to make sure you look after yourself, too.” at this, she can’t help but bite back a giggle; half-truths are still but half, and she is horrible liar. it may be true that her mother asks on occasion, but it remains fact that it is certainly no ‘mission’. 

[advxnaeun-blog]

slip up || +jws

[advxnaeun-blog]

advwooseok

wooseok shifts his weight from one foot to the other, not really knowing how to react to this situation. he vaguely hears her colleagues giggling at the back, and feels a little sorry for her, but is he supposed to comfort her or something? or should he just pretend that he has no idea as to what was going on? he shakes his head, awkwardness taking control again and he refuses to look directly at her. “i told you it’s fine,” he says, tone coming out a bit more curt than he intended it to be, even though he wasn’t remotely angry or annoyed.

he almost heaves a sigh of relief when her coworker finally comes out with the forms, saving him from having to do any more idle waiting and looking around the shop to avoid eye contact. he grabs the forms and a pen from the counter, quickly filling in the required details, dying to leave the shop as soon as possible. though, when he looks up, he sees that the girl isn’t so flustered anymore, which makes him feel a little more at ease. when he’s done, he hands the forms back to her, stuffing his hands in the pockets of his jeans as he waits for her to process the documents.

“the name’s wooseok, by the way,” he says, clearing his throat right after to drown out the awkward silence. “but, i mean, ttangkongie is fine too. just – FYI.”

it’s a relief when he begins filling out the forms; the situation diffuses its awkward air to a small degree. it gives her time to do anything but watch as he avoids her eyes, as he had been. maybe he’s shy─ it would be a characteristic that suited him just as much as the peanut butter cups did. cute, she thinks to herself; the combination of those things could only be called such. 

she wears her customer directed smile when he looks up, and even when he hands her the now filled forms. the first thing she does when she receives it is check his name─ jung wooseok is a better identifier than the nickname she’d given. it’s more normal and less like that of a pet. 

it’s as she’s putting in the information into their system that he offers his name directly, and naeun cannot repress the small sound of amusement that leaves her─ both at the delay, as she has learned it already, and at the casual yet awkward acceptance of the name given to him. 

“i see. well, wooseok-ssi,” a beep passes as she scans a bar of the card attached to the form, reducing his total by a small percentage. the card is then handed back to him with a smile. “you are now part of our rewards club, so you’ll be able to save more on these treats of yours!” a part of her wants to ask why they were his favorites─ they seem so rarely purchased in comparison to others, but certainly not to the degree that he does each time. but the thought is one best saved when she isn’t still meant to be doing her job. 

[twstdtales]

﴾ telltale ﴿

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advchungha

@advxnaeun ;

It’s always when she’s in the company of those dear to her that Chungha smiles the most.

Her entire demeanor changes and the quiet, apparently timid girl is the one participating actively in conversations; one would say that she is the one doing most of the talking, given how easily excitable she sometimes gets. Eyes turn into crescents as heartfelt laughter leaves her lips, the steam of a still-hot cup of tea rising into the air - it’s cradled between her hands, in spite of the heat which carries out through the porcelain.

It is never not a joyous time when she has Naeun drop by for a cup of tea and a good chat; rare as those times are, they are always cherished. Laughter bounces off the walls of her dorm, opinions and suggestions on different matters are exchanged or the two of them simply allocate a bit of time to catch up on what has been happening with one another. 

Among laughter and various lines that are exchanged, Chungha’s attention draws to the novel which Naeun brought along. She eyes it up curious from the other side of the table, tilting her head to the side in hope of having an easier time to read the title - she succeeds, but both the title and the author are unknown to her. “Unnie, what’s that? Did you find another romance novel to read?” she finds herself having to bite the inside of her cheek to retain a chuckle.

“Since you seem to be enjoying those kinds of lectures…” the cup is brought to her lips and tipped forward as she sips some of the tea. As it’s lowered, a smile is revealed from behind it, “Then you must know quite a bit about love, right?” there’s a glint of curiosity in Chungha’s eyes as she asks the question, half-teasing but also half-serious.

it’s nice to see the true sides of others. the hidden parts of a person were often the most endearing, but also telling of how someone truly is. the more you know those hidden sides, the closer you can become with a person. naeun’s always believed that. 

chungha is not the only one that naeun is acquainted with whose demeanor shifts when in private but this makes naeun smile nonetheless, light-hearted laughter of her own joining that of the other’s. they could converse about anything and the result is likely to be the same─ discussions made over a nice cup of tea are those in which ties and bonds are strengthened. it’s a shame that personal schedules and engagements keep them from doing this more often; it would be nice, naeun thinks, if they could change that some time in the future. 

as she brings the cup to her lips, giving the aromatic liquid a soft blow before sipping, she’s met with a question that at first confuses her. explanation is given before naeun’s able to pull away from her drink to set the porcelain cup down onto its matching saucer, and lips pull into that of a soft smile. 

“oh, this? you’re correct, yes.” it’s not a secret that she enjoys romantic stories of any kind─ a trait and hobby passed down to her through her mother’s personal tastes. like mother like daughter, as the saying goes. there are many in her mother’s collection back at home that naeun hasn’t had the chance to read, but that doesn’t stop her from ordering a new one on occasion to fill the shelves in her dorm. this one is but part one of a three part series that she’s been quite interested in; the desire to talk about them is one she’d only held back due to the distraction of different conversational topics. 

what she had expected was not in line with what chungha asks, however. there’s a glint in naeun’s eyes, beneath the momentary surprise, that shows that it is far from off-putting in any sense; it shows in her speech just as well. 

“i do!” she declares, not of boasting nature but simply of confirmation. “are you curious, chungha? do you wish to know more about it?” a pause, a look. “are you perhaps... in love yourself?”

[advxnaeun-blog]

knows best || + myg

[advxnaeun-blog]

advyoongi

Despite the fact that Yoongi has been leaving his room more often than usual, that doesn’t exactly mean that he’s out very often. He still spends far more time laying around in his room or on the couch than he probably should. If nothing else, he’s found that training has been somewhat worth his time. While physical exertion sometimes makes it hard for him to breathe, he enjoys the adrenaline rush from it. He also just likes feeling a little bit stronger. If he can keep up some sort of physical strength, maybe he’ll be able to defend himself the next time he needs to. 

But today isn’t one of the days he’s training. No, he’s just laying on the couch, eyes set on nothing in particular as he lets his mind wander. There are no specific thoughts, really. Just small flashes of things he’s been through here and there- people he’s known and friends he’s made. There have been enough strange experiences since joining this foundation that he can’t help but wonder sometimes if the foundation’s intentions are always pure. Then again, he’s not one to think to hard on those sorts of things. For him, Daybreak is a place to live- somewhere to feel like he’s not alone even though he sometimes tries to scare people away. 

He does sometimes find that he quickly feels lonely. He’s got a few people he likes- friends of sorts. He has enough positive experiences that he should feel better about himself… Hell, he even has a roommate now. He never thought that kind of thing would be possible. But Lu Han doesn’t seem to hate him. No, things seem pretty alright in the long run. 

He lets out a breath calmly- more of a sigh than anything. It’s habitual, and his minds not on it. A green trail wafts up from his mouth- spiraling in the air for just a moment. It takes him far longer than it should to notice that the green is spilling from his lungs and he sits up suddenly the moment he does. Hands slap over his mouth and nose and he huddles up just a little. He has to keep that in check. The smog has become so much easier to breathe out than carbon dioxide- it’s like it’s what meant to be there. He holds his breath- trying to remember how to shut it off for a few seconds. By the time he’s breathing out again there are a few little things darting in and out of his vision. They aren’t extreme hallucinations, but they frustrate him. He never did like the little ones- because they’re the hardest to determine the reality of. Luckily, he can tell there’s no one whispering, and he’s pretty sure that weird knocking sound isn’t real either.

He shakes his head for just a moment. It’s always been strange to him that the smog seems to throw a tantrum when he cuts it off like this. At least he’s not reeling in pain and trying to force flames back or something like that though. No, today he’s just dealing with whispers, knocking, and the slight appearance of a shadow or two that are certainly out of place. Sometimes insects seem to crawl in his peripherals… It’s enough to annoy, but not enough to make him want to scream or cry. It is enough to remind him that he has pain killers he can take, though. They ease things.

He reaches into his hoodie pocket and pulls out the bottle. The instructions say one every day or some such, but that’s never really worked for him. He twists the top off with little difficult and pours three into his hand. He stares at them for just a moment. He really should quit. 

But he still takes them none the less- swallows them without hesitation and leans back on the couch once again. This should make those hallucinations fade much faster. Maybe he can get some sleep too…

That’s when he hears a voice. His head snaps to the side and his eyes widen. There’s a girl here- one that he’s not really sure whether or not he’s seen before. She seems like she’s been standing there for a bit and he sort of blinks at her. Well, he’s pretty sure he just forgot to lock the door, so that likely means she’s on of Lu Han’s friends… Though, isn’t it sort of rude to just walk in? Oh well. Yoongi isn’t one to care about manners.

“Uh…” It’s a whisper as always, barely audible if anyone doesn’t care to listen. “I’m here? Can I, uh… help you?” He glances to the bottle in his hand for a moment- closing it swiftly and tucking it back into his pocket. Strangers don’t need to ask too many questions, so he’ll do his best to ignore what could be asked.

“Are you looking for Lu Hyung? He’s not around…” 

one, two; one two. an unintentional audience of a man she’s not familiar with leads to stone-like silence, her tongue heavy as confusion rests between the creases of her brow. a gasp is silenced though her shock is sculpted into unsuspecting features─ she does not know her friend’s roommate, not at all, but it doesn’t take long for wheels to begin moving once more in her mind, for opinions to form and disapproving concern to begin blending into her expression.

“excuse me...?” she tries. and once he looks over and sees her, she’s left with two conflicting thoughts: is it surprise developed due to her overlooked presence or is it the shock that someone feels when they’ve been caught in an act that isn’t something meant to be seen. 

and what was seen is something that leaves a conflicted feeling within her, caught between indecision and the need to speak up, reach out─ not even over the counter aspirins condones the consumption of more than two at a time. not all at once. but she knows what she counted; she knows that’s exactly what he did. 

maybe the surprise was a combination of the two things she thought it might be. 

she can barely hear him speak─ has to strain to do so, but before she gives an answer she watches him shove the bottle into his pocket. like it’s not meant to be something he has in the first place. there’s a calling within that has her feel as though there’s no debate when it comes to speaking up about someone’s health─ it’s a must.

“i─ i see.” lu han’s noticeable lack of presence was something she’d realized but not consciously, her mind instead focused on the person in front of her; the weight in her grasp had gone forgotten but she recalls it now, shifts her hold as she looks down at it. she’s not sure of where to start with this person─ doesn’t know what he’s like; but she knows that she will. it’s a noticeable fault of a girl who believes that her purpose is to play a saving role.

“um, excuse me, but,” she speaks at a volume not so lowered that it would be to his level but still modest in volume, though her intrusiveness is still clear. “you’re not supposed to take so many of those.” 

she takes him in; how sickly he looks and the raspy quality of his voice. the coloration of his skin and the small signs of ill health that accompany such things; he needs help in some manner, but how? 

“do you always take so many?” she questions, unmoving from her position. “it’s not good for you─ should i call someone to help?”

[advxnaeun-blog]

slip up || +jws

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advwooseok

wooseok drums his fingers against the counter as he waits patiently for her to scan all of his peanut butter cups. when she starts speaking, his gaze remains fixated on the counter, not looking up. however, he registers everything she’s saying and feels a bit glad because this was surely going to help him a lot, given the amount of peanut butter cups he buys and given how frequently he comes to this store.

when he first hears the unfamiliar word, he doesn’t immediately react. it takes awhile for him to realize that she had referred to him using a nickname? a rather cute-sounding one at that, something that really doesn’t fit wooseok’s brash personality at all. he finally looks up at the girl at the counter, not really knowing how to respond. however, seeing how flustered she had gotten just from that little slip-up, wooseok couldn’t help but let out a small chuckle in amusement. he supposes the nickname was quite natural given his weird obsession with the confectionary. plus, being the unfriendly person that he was, it probably wasn’t easy to get his name either. “don’t need to act so flustered,” he finally says, waving a dismissive hand, “i’m not judging you or anything.”

although deep down, he’s kind of happy that someone has taken notice of him enough to be bothered to give him a nickname.

judging eyes upon her or not, the embarrassment sets in; furthered by the giggling coming from the other room. isn’t it unprofessional, calling a customer in such a way─ in front of them, that is. the nickname is one passed around to coworkers many times, coined for the boy always purchasing peanut butter cups by the speaker herself. it was a filler for a name that she’d never asked for, but it’d been meant to be an off-hours thing between her and the other employees.

if nothing more, naeun’s embarrassed that she’d let herself slip like that. so embarrassed that her hands quickly come up to wave in front of her in a defensive motion, a prologue to the rambling of explanation that she winds up doing.

“it’s, ah, you see─ you come here so often but we’d never knew what to call you─ oh, but it’s not as if we say anything, really! it’s─ it’s just you always buy these, so─” she’s quite animated as she gestures to his purchase, fumbling for ways to make it all sound as not strange as possible. she’s only egged on more by the coworker that stops by, giggling as she sets the requested forms on the counter and walks away.

this is surely the most unprofessional moment within naeun’s employment history in her eyes─ but at least he seems more amused than insulted, thankfully. it’s what allows her to relax enough to smile apologetically, nodding her head in a slight bow to complete the sentiment.

[adv-wonho-blog]

The Risk I Took was Calculated, But...

[advxnaeun-blog]

adv-wonho

Wonho was halfway in his window already, legs flailing out over the second floor balcony as he heard the shouts. It was two late to really do much anyway, so he pulled himself inside. At least if he could change the batteries or… find his house contract… or just… if he was inside he could prove it was his house! 

Or so he hoped. He tumbled onto the floor and stood up quickly. He rushed towards the door to change the batteries, and then grabbed his file folder that had the contract in it, before going downstairs. 

He tentatively peered out of the apartment, towards the area that he had heard the shouts. To Wonho’s surprise, it was a girl. She was a bit shorter than him, rather petite, but he honestly didn’t want to see what she was capable of if she got angry. He slowly stepped towards her, his hands raised.

“Look, I can explain about the window. Its my apartment, I promise. I have all the details in this folder, so just… calm down please. You really don’t need to call the cops.”

in a flash, the man disappears into the house. it looks like a fall, sounds just as bad, but her eyes remain hardened. her judgment has been cast and it only solidifies when he doesn’t rectify his wrongdoings in haste. in the time it takes for the perpetrator to leave the house, her finger is a moment’s away from hitting call.

startled, she jumps a little─ she hadn’t been expecting him to suddenly come to the door. a flash of panic throws her heart into a brief fit, but she steels herself and stands tall; showing fear will allow for weakness to be observed and abused. stance guarded and stare scrutinizing, phone held up in a threat─ his every move is watched carefully, as if everything he does is further proof against him.

“your apartment...?” she’s a beacon of disbelief, even as she eyes the folder he has. this could be a trap─ she’s not a stranger to being suspicious of simple things like that. “if every burglar told the authorities such a thing, none of them would be caught!” she huffs, looking from him to the folder and back again as she tries to decide her course of action. innocent until proven guilty─ he’s already guilty in her eyes, but─ call it sympathy, call it foolish─ she holds out her empty hand.

“let me see.”

[mulgokizary]

😍 😍 😍 😍

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slip up || +jws

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advwooseok

he was having a really shitty day. one of the gangs that he had ratted out on somehow managed to find him, which led to him spending most of his afternoon running away from a whole hoard of armed gang members. thank goodness his agility and speed were still up to standards because he sure as hell was not going to confront them.

wooseok doesn’t go home immediately; he’s afraid that the gang members might be waiting for him at home. he figures he’ll just wait it out and check on them later with his powers. instead, the young broker opts to go to his favorite place to run away, a direct contrast to his bitter personality, the candy shop. peanut butter cups were a must whenever he’s having a shitty day and today was a shitty day.

he recognises the girl at the counter. it isn’t always her when he comes but he’d say she was there most of the time. he merely nods in response to her greeting before walking briskly to find his treasure. wooseok would rather die than to admit that he was just a little bit flustered because he has no idea as to how he should interact with “teenagers of the opposite gender”.

once he gets a basketful of peanut butter cups, he proceeds to pay for them, setting the basket on the counter before shoving his hands into the pockets of his jeans, pretending to look around the shop but he was really just trying to avoid making eye contact with the girl at the counter.

she doesn’t mean to watch him as he shops─ it’s meant to be a habit, safety protocol (candies are easy to steal if no one pays attention); but naeun isn’t watching him because of that. he’s too frequent a customer to possibly go out of his way to steal peanut butter cups suddenly. lit with amusement, doe eyes watch as he fills the basket, wondering in silence how many will be purchased this time around.

almost an entire basket full; not unexpected, but impressive still.

naeun turns away just as he turns around, feigning that her attention was focused elsewhere before he starts moving towards the counter. she smiles in greeting, offers conversation as she begins to ring up his total. 

“we’ll be implementing a rewards system soon, if you’re interested! it will provide discounts for frequent shopping as well as alert you to upcoming sales if you opt in for them. all you’d have to do is fill out this─ ah, i’m sorry, one moment!” there are no more sign up slips for the rewards program at her counter; she gives a small bow for the inconvenience before stepping back from the counter, turning to call out to her coworker in the back room.

“yejin-ssi, are you busy? would you mind bringing over a rewards form for ttangkongie to─” it hits her as soon as she says it; eyes wide and hand slapped over her mouth, warmth rises up to her ears as she gives a quick glance, wondering if he’d heard. with as loud as she’d been it’d be hard not to, but she could hope, to save herself the embarrassment.

[adv-wonho-blog]

The Risk I Took was Calculated, But...

[advxnaeun-blog]

adv-wonho

It had been the longest week of his life. And now, it was even worse. After a really bad shift, he had come home to find out that the electronic door to his apartment was out of battery. It was too late to call a locksmith, and that would be expensive anyways as the locksmith would simply replace the entire lock. 

So here he was, standing outside and staring up at his second floor balcony window. If he could get inside, he could just change the batteries and avoid a lot of problems. Or at least, he hoped so. He glanced around the apartment complex and was happy to see that no one was out this late. It was 3 am, after all, and this was a sleepy part of the city. So he started climbing up the side of the building. He managed to get onto the small ledge beneath his window when he realized the window was slightly jammed. He began trying to jiggle it loose, and was making pretty good progress when he heard what sounded like a twig snap below. He stopped for a moment, and then realized how this must look to someone else. He quickly pushed the window open a bit more and began to climb in. He was halfway inside, his feet still dangling outside the window, when he heard a shout.

“Ah crap This is not going to end well.”

good people report bad things. a simple teaching for children to grow into honorable adults; she has already crossed that public threshold of being considered an adult but those words direct her─ steer her properly. the public safety reminders to report crimes when witnessed are those which naeun follows carefully, with eyes often more on the lookout for the safety of others than they are for herself; she has someone for that, doesn’t she? even if she finds herself without him now and then, this is something that she believes in like a naive safety net. it gives her the opportunity to be more proactive and less cautious─ a flaw, but one that goes disregarded.

this is no different. the phone in her hand serves as her light as she walks from her workplace to the subway─ the time it saves to be picked up from there instead of her work is surprising but traffic is rarely predictable in its patterns. the area is a nice one so she’s never worried about running into trouble even if the sun is setting. 

but trouble always lurks once the sun goes down.

the noise catches her attention first. then it’s the shadow in the space beside the building. when she casts the light down towards the abnormality, naeun isn’t caught by a spark of fear or anything of the sort. what she feels is the need to step in and stop the crime before it could escalate further.

“hey! step away from that window or i’ll call the cops!” 

[advxnaeun-blog]

slip up || +jws

@advwooseok

the sun shines through the large shop window, casting afternoon rays over the variety of candied treats. fingers tapping against the shop counter, voice humming along to the tune playing overhead; this is a normal day at work for naeun, having started bright and happy from the moment her daily alarm rang in the morning. she’s often praised at work for the cheerful aura she brings to the store, and each praise is met with a bountiful smile and a humble bow. her employment here may be temporary but it feels like she’s been behind the counter for years, serving customers with that same, welcoming air.

the chiming bell at the door signals an entry; no time is wasted turning from her previous task of wiping down the counter to folding her hands in front of her and turning towards the door. the store is silent aside the new entry and her voice calling out: “welcome to sweet space!”

the person that her eyes settle on is not unfamiliar by any means. each time he arrives, she knows what he’ll leave with in hand─ it’s the result of refined observation and memorization skills, facial recognition. tall and seemingly quiet, his most noticeable feature is not how he looks, but instead what he buys each time.

peanut butter cups. from an outside perspective, it seemed like the most curious of choices; never does she question it.

at work, naeun abides by a set pattern─ one that’s tailored to her customer service style. she waits a few moments after greeting before gently asking, “if there’s anything you need assistance with finding, please let me know!”

she doesn’t think he requires such a thing; the offer stands, still.

[advxnaeun-blog]

knows best || + myg

@advyoongi​

her day starts the same as any other: sunlight greets her like a blanket of warmth but she’s already awake, on her feet. days off are not rare but they are still treated as such; she’s thankful that even though it isn’t part of her usual vacation schedule, she’s able to enjoy the time to herself like this, leisurely and open to spending time however she would like.

naeun isn’t the type to waste the day holed up in her room. instead she much prefers to use her free schedule in other ways─ visiting friends and perhaps catching up with others. the idea to surprise one in particular with a packed lunch (that she did not cook─ she can’t cook, has never learned despite planning to) is on her mind by the time the late afternoon comes; it’s custom ordered at her call, high class in its entirety, and it’s sure to please the taste buds of anyone who receives it. for the price she paid, it should do nothing less.

the path to lu han’s dorm is one that makes itself: room f-6 of the male dorms─ a familiar number to which a familiar name is attached. she thinks he should be in around this time, though it isn’t as though she was entirely aware of his schedule and its consistencies or lack thereof. banking on little but optimism, she knocks on the door in the light yet steady manner that she is known to.

she receives no response, but she does receive a surprise─ the door is gives slightly under her touch, signaling its unlocked and not fully shut state.

dark eyes blink in muted conflict. does she wait until later or does she enter? it could perhaps be a situation in which her arrival had simply gone unheard─ or it could be a problematic situation in which she currently holds the key to rectifying. it’s a dilemma that turns the wheels of her decision making processes for a moment or two before it’s all finally decided: with a slight push, she steps into the dorm, caution in her movements.

“hello?” she calls, looking around the room for any hint of her childhood friend. “is anyone in right now?”

in her hands, she clutches the wrapped lunch a bit tighter than she should. she is apprehensive, but she can’t seem to tell why.

[advxnaeun-blog]

── hello again! sana’s mun here with a new muse! thank you everyone for the re-welcomes! here’s a quick rundown of naeun ( in addition to some trivia! ) for you all, and more can be found in her pages here ( i’m currently still updating them, so please bear with me ;; )

( excuse me, this is a mess ;; )

─ is new to daybreak ; a bit startled by the different kinds and the abundance of mutants

─ wants to make the world a better place! wants to help and support anyone she can ( even if they don’t want her to ) ; means well, but can sometimes be overbearing and a bit forceful

─ very sociable ; has no trouble with speaking to people she doesn’t know

─ also very polite ; she tends to come off as someone who is very formal at first

─ comes from an extremely wealthy line of family ; her mother is currently a famous actress, and her grandmother is a hotel chain owner and former idol

─ she once had a role as a toddler in one of her mother’s films

─ despite her status, she works to try and be more independent ; she’s currently employed at a candy store 

─ childhood friends with lu han ; soohyuk is her bodyguard, though he is as close as family

─ her father died earlier in the year after succumbing to the parasite he and his employers created ( this information is only vaguely known within their department ; they know what happened, but they lost track of the parasite with her father’s death )

─ that parasite, ‘reborn’ at a newer stage, now resides as naeun’s shadow ; this information is not known to anyone

─ she falls ill and weak during the new moon cycle as well as during solar eclipses ; this is due to her shadow siphoning extra energy from her during these times

─ prefers tea to coffee

─ she enjoys love stories and generally any movie or book that has a happy ending

─ knows how to play piano, a little ; she hasn’t practiced it in quite some time

─ aside studying for her degree, she enjoys learning in general ; like her skills in piano, she tends to know a little about a number of things, and she makes it a goal of hers to ‘learn something new every day’

─ her favorite place to relax is incheon grand park

i’ll be working on her plots page (as well as sana’s!) soon. whether or not we have something going on already, feel free to let me know if you’d like to plot anything! <3