one moment in time. a moments pause. take a breath. you're lost in the flow but in there, somewhere, the seconds still . they freeze and crystallise, form a memory. this is your gift. one forgotten and excused, left waiting until you called for it.
we are nothing if not reflections of moments past.
[ Hi hi my lovelies! My name is Keeley (she/her, gmt) and I'm the awkward potato behind Inhye and Seojin~ I so cannot wait to begin plotting and headcanonning and writing with you all! Fair warning, I'm a little bit on the slow side when it comes to replies both ic and ooc, but I'll try to keep up! I started rping on tumblr many, many years ago (actually don't ask me when because it will make me feel old xD) and have been away from the whole thing for almost as long because, well, life. So I may be a bit rusty and behind on all the latest do's and don'ts. Please guide me whenever you can and I will do my best not to sound like a granny ^^
This blog is still under construction, but it will host both my muses. Everything will eventually be clearly separated so you know whose info and posts are whose. But for now, you can find some snippets of their life below, as well as some wanted connections and starter ideas for each of them. If anything takes your fancy, please leave a lil' like on this post and I will potato roll into your im's!
Okay this is getting long now and one of my cats is licking my hand so much I can barely type so I must depart
Thank you for getting all the way through this~! Over to Inhye and Seojin...
Seong Inhye
10/10/1994
Apt. 12a
- Connections -
Extrovert, people person, perfectionist. Ambitious, hard working, focused, passionate, creative, obsessive, energetic. Has a sweet tooth, several scrapbooks full of photos, and a dream to turn her apartment into a houseplant jungle.
Some might call her upbringing privileged, and Inhye can't deny that it's true. She just can't see it that way herself.
Her parents were well off and loved her dearly. That love showed itself in their support of her passions. They financed her entire figure skating career from the age of seven, never discouraging her, only ever wanting her to succeed.
Inhye loved skating. She still does. It was nearly all she knew for half her life. But it became apparent late in her career that she'd hit a ceiling. She pushed herself to breaking point trying to fulfil her dreams and make good on her parents' expectations. And break she did.
There are still rumours to this day about her retirement from the sport. She suffered an injury to her ankle, true, but there were rivalries and drama and endless disappointments. It's safe to say that her parents were not pleased when she turned away from it all.
Broken too, was an unofficial engagement that her parents had planned for her since her early teens. No bad blood was lost between Inhye and her potential husband. Her father, on the other hand, has never forgiven Inhye for her rejection of his dreams for her. Needless to say, she and her parents are cordial at best. That's if they even see each other more than once a year.
Despite her bubbly personality, Inhye has had very few in the way of close friends. There was always something that pulled her away or made her put up walls. She's bitterly sad about it and resolved upon moving out of her parents' place that she'd find people to connect with.
Photography had always been her hobby. Just a fun thing to do to pass the time off the ice. But during her recovery, it became a way to understand the world around her, looking at the same rooms and spaces in a different light. She took to it like a fish to water.
She now owns her own small photography studio in Hongdae a few streets away from Gyeogang named Paraiba Photography. Whilst she does many shoots in the studio, from family portraits to maternity shoots, it's shooting on location at weddings that she really loves. She has over fifty weddings under her portfolio. And yes, though she doesn't tell anyone, she does enjoy the perks of the job - like occasional free cake.
Inhye has a strong dislike of coffee. Ironic since she's living above a coffee shop. But in its place, she could drink fruit blend teas all day. Also, again. There's cake.
Somewhat inspired by talking to florists at the weddings she's attended, Inhye has a growing love for flowers and plants. Apartment 12a is filled with tastefully arranged houseplants of various varieties, which Inhye will proudly admit she has conversations with from time to time.
She'd love nothing more than to own a dog. Alas, her schedule doesn't allow for it. Maybe one day.
Han Seojin
28/10/1995
Apt. 15c
- Connections -
Insomniac, coffee addict, hopeless romantic, serial dater, nerd, writer, drummer, keen cook. Younger brother, fun uncle, devoted son. Quiet, thoughtful, bit of a chaotic mess, but ever the optimist.
Seojin was raided by loving parents alongside his elder sister Seoyoon. The family lived above the samgyetang restaurant that his parents owned and his spare time was often spent helping cook or serve in the restaurant.
He and Seoyoon have a great relationship. They bicker and pretend to dislike each other as most siblings do, but both would do absolutely anything for each other.
Three years ago, Seoyoon discovered her husband was having an affair. She divorced him despite the repercussions she knew it might have, and devoted everything to raising her now five year old daughter Jisoo.
Seojin absolutely adores his niece and will often look after her at his parents or Seoyoon's apartment after school. He calls her Jiji and she she has taken to calling him Uncle Jinjin, much to Seoyoon's dismay and Seojin's delight.
He is, without a doubt, a complete nerd. Especially for fantasy. He's an avid rpg lover, devours the most lengthy of fantasy book series, and even DMed a DnD game for his friends back in uni. If you want him to open up a bit, ask him about his favourite books or video games. Just make sure you have at least half an hour to spare.
Though he tends to be reserved, it isn't through shyness. Seojin is often lost in his own worlds or thoughts, and likes to observe and listen. Some people take his quiet as a sign of rudeness, but it's often the opposite. He'd much rather listen to your story than tell his.
He'd always wanted to be a writer - a fantasy novelist if he was to think romantically. But its a tricky business, and so after failing to publish his first novel after graduating uni with a degree in English Lit, he stumbled into ghostwriting. It suits him well, keeping in the shadows, letting the words do the talking for him. He currently doesn't mind others taking credit for his work, especially when it enables him to write, publish and get paid for stories he loves to write. But he still harbours that naïve dream to one day see his work under his own name.
Seojin's friends claim his love life is cursed. He's been in seven relationships, and all have ended with him being dumped. As a bit of a hopeless romantic, he's found it all quite devastating. But it hasn't made him bitter. Far from it. He's eager to try again.
He moved into a top floor apartment to be the furthest away from Brewed Awakening as possible. As an insomniac, being a lover of coffee doesn't help his situation. Hence the need to lessen temptation. So far, his logic has soundly failed.
He shares his small apartment with his two adopted cats, Myeon and Luna. Both run circles around him, like to write their own paragraphs into his work, and have been trained to go on walks with him through the local neighbourhood. One at a time of course.
𖦹. 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐇𝐈𝐌 — 𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐎𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐙𝐄𝐃 there was no real malice in her words, he let out a light chuckle. “i- uh . . . yeah, yeah i am. i was actually hoping you wouldn’t notice my weekly memorial service.” roman sighed again and held up one of the plants to show his almost supernatural ability. “these things should really come with a detailed manual or something. google and youtube really aren’t helping me like they should.”
roman’s face warmed a little, recognizing he must have sounded a bit juvenile blaming everyone and everything but himself. “anyways, i think this is officially my last attempt. i’m not a particularly spiritual man, but i’m starting to think all this plant death is weighing on my soul.”
Inhye gave a warm smile at the man, tilting her head and tapping her camera bag fondly. "Ah, I'm unfortunately an observant person by profession."
Not that she would have ever snapped evidence of the plants' demise. The poor things were truly in a sorry state. But it was hard not to notice when it was such a regular occurrence. Inhye nodded at his assertion. "Plants are basically children," she said, her smile turning wry, "So finicky. And they don't come with a manual either."
It was sad to hear him resigned to failure. If there was one thing Inhye knew a great detail about, it was persistence. Not horticulture, unfortunately. But she'd done enough to keep her own greenhouse of an apartment alive for the past year.
Glancing away to face the elevator doors again, she pressed on, quieter. "I uh, won't pretend I'm an expert on the subject. Far from it. Some actual florists live in this building... But I might be able to give you some tips? If you'd like, of course." He had every right to deny her. She was practically a stranger. A quick nod toward the shriveled flora. "Or I could at least attend this funeral."
He'd caved in again. Usually, Seojin was nothing if not stubborn when it came to late night unplanned trips down to Brewed Awakening. Discouraging himself from developing a habit was why he'd sought a room on the top floor after all. But it had been a particularly bad week. Sleep was alluding him the way shadows outran the midday sun.
And so he found himself in the elevator, his usual lightfooted bounce down to the cafe muted by shame and lack of sleep.
Seojin barely looked up when the doors opened. He was so certain, for a split second, that the person he saw before him when he did raise his eyes wasn't real. That he had actually fallen asleep hours ago, and tumbled into a dream. That had to be it. Because why else would Ki Eugene be standing in front of him? A ghost of a friend long gone. One resolutely unthought of, pushed from his thoughts on late nights like this, regrets and all.
He blinked rapidly. What the fuck was she doing here?
As if sensing his panic, the doors began to slide closed. Seojin hadn't even registered her expression, hadn't even begun to think about what he was doing before he shot his hand forward to keep the doors from closing. "Please tell me I'm hallucinating," he said, still staring at her.
[ *pokes head in* oh hi~ I'm still alive, promise ^^; Sorry for the slow replies everyone. A lot has been happening and amidst it all, my pc started behaving strangely xD Once that's resolved, I should be back to normal.
I have a starter or two to write up today and a couple of thread and message replies too. If there's something I've forgotten, please feel free to come and give me a nudge <3
Inhye watched as the ballerina posed to perfection. From the very tips of her fingers to her chin, down to her pointed toes, it appeared as though not a fraction of her was out of place. Chiyo was stunning. Inhye couldn't help but let her eyes travel across her form with an awe and envy that she had long since thought she'd relinquished. Sure, shooting brides constantly gave her a feeling of pride and perhaps longing. But there was something so striking about the way an athlete carried themselves. Something that made Inhye's chest pull tight. It was a beauty she'd left on the ice long ago.
"That's it, good," she said appreciatively, the practiced encouragement coming with ease and shaking her from her reverie. A flash, illuminating the entire space from a millisecond. Shadows fell and faded in one instant. Stepping back briefly, Inhye leaned into her own pose again. This time she crouched low and extended her own foot to capture an angle that gave Chiyo the high ground, the power.
When she'd offered to take Chiyo's professional shots, she'd wondered whether she might be up to the task. Now, it was silly that she'd even considered possible failure. Chiyo made this as easy as breathing. "How long have you been studying ballet for Chiyo?" she asked, hoping to relax the other woman even more. "You look like you could do this in your sleep!"
the younger floof Luna; the fantasy shelves; the coffee stop; the gaming escape; the writers room; the insomniacs distraction; the place he prays for sleep; the elder floof Myeon
as her small frame wove through the crowd, grey couldn't help but feel like there weren't normally this many people gathered at utopia. to her knowledge, there wasn't any kind of signing or special guest appearing, and there certainly weren't any notable new releases that day. she supposed it could have been the break in the weather, or possibly even a sale she'd somehow missed.
grey had read all the new books of interest that had come out recently, so she thought she'd simply peruse the bookstore for something that piqued her curiosity. it didn't take her long to come across one, either; on a nearby shelf sat an ornate brown storybook that had gold vines embellishing its spine. her green-blue eyes went aglow at the possibilities of what its front could look like, as well as what sort of book it would be. her money was on a vintage fairytale collection.
softly manicured nails extended upward towards the prize, only to fall many, many inches short — something she certainly wasn't new to given she barely cleared five feet tall. even as she rose to her tiptoes and stretched as much as she could, she still had no luck. she considered for a moment doing a small climb up and grabbing it really quickly, but she'd already embarrassed herself that way in the supermarket earlier that week. sparing a reluctant glance to the side, she could only silently ask the favor. "hi, hello, um. i'm sorry to bother you, but do you think you could reach that book up there?"
A peculiarly large crowd of people had greeted Seojin upon stepping into the bookshop that morning. Even his regular hideaway, the sci-fi and fantasy section, was packed to the brim with eager patrons, eyes all flicking over the spines of volumes, searching for their next escape.
He couldn't blame them. Even if he preferred the quiet when Utopia was less rambunctious, there was something nice about the hustle and bustle. It felt like existing alongside friends.
And besides, as soon as he began pouring over the many novels, they could have faded away for all he knew. The whispered words and promise of a new world pulled Seojin in, and his mind began wandering.
Until that is, a pointed voice broke him from his reverie. Looking up—and subsequently, looking down again, this time to his right—his eyes fell on a head of blonde hair. She sounded reluctant to be asking the question, whatever it was.
He almost had to ask her politely to repeat it, until it finally got through his still faraway mind. A small smile curved at his lips. Now this he could of use of use for. All six foot two of him.
His gaze slid alone the covers until it landed on the one she seemed to be pointing to. "This one?" he asked, though really he hardly had to ask. The design etched onto its side was stunning. His fingers itched to pull it from its resting place.
as much as she loved her jobs and all the kids she got to see every week, there was nothing more serene than the silent solitude of her commute back home. with her air pods blasting in her ear, hani hardly noticed anything (or anyone) outside of her immediate line of sight. however, despite her tired haze, eventually she was able to make out the face of a familiar figure ahead of her in line at the brewed awakening. not wanting to fight against the loud chaos of the coffee shop, hani waited until after she'd placed her order to approach the other quietly.
removing her ear buds as she approached the other, hani hoped to attract his attention through a light tap on his shoulder. "jisoo's uncle?" the younger called out. she'd grown accustomed to addressing most relatives this way rather than by their given names— not typically anticipating casual run-ins with them outside of the daycare center.
"what a coincidence running into you here. is jisoo nearby as well?" her eyes peeked curiously around the other's figure, hoping to catch a glimpse of the child running around.
Seojin drummed his fingers lightly against the countertop as he waited for his usual. The barista was quite familiar with his order now, given he'd grab his last coffee of the day no later than five. He still lived with the vague hope that stopping the caffeine as the sun went down might give him a full eight hours of sleep. Alas, no such luck yet.
Giving a warm smile alongside his thanks, Seojin took the hazelnut macchiato gratefully and made his way to the table he'd been hoarding for the past few hours. What a mess... notes strewn everywhere, laptop still open, barely clinging to its last drop of battery life... Reluctantly he put the takeaway cup down on the one free space and began hastily sorting through the assortment. Not enough hands. He pinched a few sheets of paper between his lips, just in time for him to catch his name amongst the cafe's endless chatter.
Well, maybe not his name. Plenty of Seojin's existed in Seoul. But he'd only ever known one "Jisoo's uncle." Turning on his heels, he spun to face the direction of the voice. When he caught her eye, he pointed at his face. Me?
Ah. Of course, she meant him. Oh Hani. Seojin recognised her instantly, having seen her only yesterday. She'd been holding the hand of his niece as he picked her up from daycare. In an attempt to offer a smile, the papers he had briefly forgotten about cascaded to the floor.
"M-Miss Oh?" he said, now from the floor as he hastened to scoop up his scribbles. Shoot, was that even how he was supposed to refer to her? Seonsaengnim? Would that be more appropriate? He looked up at her and gave a quick embarrassed chuckle. "I'm actually Jisoo free at the moment, thank god, otherwise I'd never live this down."
A drink sat comfortably in her hands, likely acting as a small beacon of warmth. A comfort in the colder weather. He gestured to it. "Have you just left work?"
the coffee camera table; the snapshot gallery; the ivy inhabitants; the morning tea spot; the cosy nightly retreat; the growing jungle; the fairy lit living room; the skates that make it feel like home
𖦹. 𝐀 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐘 𝐒𝐈𝐆𝐇 𝐒𝐋𝐈𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇 𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍’𝐒 𝐋𝐈𝐏𝐒 𝐀𝐒 𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐃 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐕𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑. maybe it was a little dramatic to be stressed about killing plants, but he had killed this particular batch in record time. in only two weeks, all of the new plants he purchased seemed to degrade practically overnight despite his efforts to keep them healthy. he held the wilted remains of what used to be his three pothos plants in both hands, their leaves now a brown shriveled up mess. at this point, heading to the dumpster every couple of weeks was beginning to feel like a walk of shame, especially when he crossed paths with his neighbors. in this case, the woman beside him in the elevator had seen him do this more than once . . .
The elevator always felt like it crawled its way down the building when she had all her equipment with her. Inhye blew out a frustrated sigh. Her camera bag, haphazardly strewn across her shoulder, was starting to dig in already.
As if sensing that she was ready to give it all up and turn back to her apartment, the elevator doors opened. Their parting slowly revealed the sight of a man preparing for a funeral. Inhye schooled her expression into one of complete composure. She smiled at him, sparing a quick glance at the unfortunate looking plant life in his arms. Well... plant life wasn't exactly an accurate assessment. There was no life there at all.
Taking her place beside him, the elevator resumed its descent behind closed doors. She looked at him again, this time accidentally meeting his guilty gaze. She couldn't help the laugh that spluttered out.
"Laying them to rest again?" she asked casually, returning her sight to the doors and biting her lip to avoid another laugh. The last thing she wanted was to appear rude in his time of mourning.
Of all the guided tours Seojin believed he might be apt in delivering, this had not been at the start of his list. He couldn't argue that if anyone was going to introduce roleplaying video games, he was probably the best guy for the job. But the fact that he now had Chiyo sat beside him to ready undertake the venture, nestled in the abundance of blankets he'd pulled from various spots around his apartment, was somewhat of an anomaly.
And yes. He also couldn't argue against the fact that presenting her with Dark Souls as a first foray outside the cosy Animal Crossing realm she currently resided in, was cruel. But that was why he was here. To guide her. To make this as painless as possible!
Seojin shot a sidelong glance Chiyo's way. In his left hand sat the controller, ready to go. He offered it to her, the smallest glint of mischief in his eyes. "We have sustenance," he began, referring to the copious amounts of snacks stacked in colorful bowls on the table in front of them, "We have blankets. And you have your guide. Now Miss Chiyo... do you trust me?"
