everything will be fulfilled

[brseunghee]

brsiwon:

          HE FELT AWKWARD SUDDENLY for assuming she’d needed, or even wanted, the help. it had been an excuse from his side to spend just another minute with her, self-consciousness keeping him from just asking her out. it couldn’t be that simple for him, and he couldn’t let her know why: so he was cursed with a lifetime ( at least hers ) to wonder. the what if broke his heart the most.

siwon could have no place in seunghee’s life, knowing she would only be a dent in his when he would last many decades after her passing. and even if that barrier hadn’t been there, siwon couldn’t afford a distraction — she was more than that, of course, but he couldn’t sugarcoat the truth: she would surely distract him from his duties, and he had been spoon-fed with the idea that everything else was trivial. the vampire’s existence was useful for that reason only — he knew he couldn’t afford to be comfortable all the time. 

his hand brushed hers as he handed over the books and for just a second he felt like nothing but just a boy in love and for him, there was little that was more scary. he couldn’t help the shy smile that grew on his countenance from such a gentle, insignificant touch alone. he felt small, pathetic, but warmth was blossoming from his core and he couldn’t help but let it show, just this once, exactly what she did to him.

siwon should’ve left then perhaps, but instead he hesitated. «seunghee,» he spoke before she could turn to leave, her name sounding foreign yet right on his tongue. still he corrected himself hastily. «miss han, i —» he should’ve held his tongue, had he known how to in that moment. «maybe .. you’d like a coffee ? with .. me ?»

    once again, their hands met during the book delivery. she tried to make the fleeting contact last forever. little did she know she was touching eternal life itself. seunghee, a mere human void of the knowledge to other worlds, in her triviality and indifference resided her uniqueness. she was the garden before the original sin. her chest felt heavy at the thought that there could not be more of siwon, she could not have another second of warmth. what happened next decided the course of the longing glances.

seunghee’s original reaction to any proposal of going out was to open her planner. as president of the student body, and with her obsession to be involved in all the university events, she led a busy agenda. however, in front of siwon, her responsibilities vanished into thin air. the pages of her books were ripped off, only to transform themselves into paper airplanes that went flying in all directions. a smoke image of the way her heart felt. it dissipated at the first mention of her name, followed by an unexpected question.

❝i’m available on saturday. the café near the outdoor theater?❞ she replied, straight to the point and skipping conversation cues. bravery originating from her small figure. still, her answer resulted affirmative. seunghee was not sure of the time frame for a night class student. usually, they requested such schedules because they needed free mornings. keuroseu’s flexibility never changed since they opened. siwon would have to decide on the hour for their rendezvous, which seunghee already looked forward to.

[brseunghee]

zeminbr:

          AND HOW PERSISTENT MANY OF the students were, as if zemin was a lost cause that needed saving. many a girl had come up to him with the intention of breaking him out of his shell, being the saint that he would eventually come to admire, but none had succeeded and it would stay that way. with seunghee, it was different. she had no other motives than to make sure he was okay, and whilst she couldn’t possibly understand him, zemin would have to admit that the attempts were admirable.

he had, indeed, heard that, and his hunter-senses had him alert immediately. it hit him then how sejoo and seunghee would do their rounds alone, two humans unable to fight off anything should they be attacked, and the thought had him deeply concerned. 

eager to get them into safety, zemin put his hand on the small of her back to urge her on, acting as if the sound had passed him by unnoticed. «let’s just go, yeah ? get this over with.»

   ❝duty calls, zemin. that could be a student in need,❞ of some guidance back to their rooms, but she did not mention the last part. seunghee almost rolled up her sleeves, to walk in said direction. at first glance, it was impossible to believe that someone like her could represent an authority figure, but once her personality made itself known, she was able to command an army. nevertheless, her intentions were halted by zemin’s opposition.

❝are you chickening out? this was part of the job description,❞ a responsibility she dragged him to do. zemin did not seem the type to get easily scared — it was rare for him to convey his feelings in any case. maybe he was tired of her attempts at making conversation, however, seunghee considered important to check the surroundings. incidents of curious undergraduates were frequent. she escaped the boy’s little push and she turned around to face the source of the cracking sound.

❝i have to check. wait here.❞

[brseunghee]

brsejoo:

― she had caught him on act of not paying attention – once again. it had became an habit, even though he didn’t know if she knew what was crossing his mind ( and in reality, he didn’t know himself what made his mind wander every time she was beside him. a wisp of hair, a soft laugh, an eyelash resting on her cheek when she was looking at him)

seunghee was a distraction to his mind, at the say time she was a balm to his soul. an oasis, even; why did she have to feel so much like home? “ what? ” he noticed that she was no longer by his side a couple of steps later, when the wind carried her voice to his ear and he no longer could see the top of her head as he tried not to stare at her. 

and with that, he smiled softly. “ i mean, i don’t see any problems with that. ” he shrugged – if she knew of the truth, only, she would understand the source of his hidden humour. “ if you are up for some extra hours, of course. ”

      ❝what?❞ she parried back at him. the typical sejoo response. it made seunghee ponder on the way she constantly relied on him, when his head was always in the clouds, yet his support had been unconditional throughout the years. at this point, it was impossible to imagine herself as the president without him. despite the fact that she steadily ran keuroseu, he was a security blanket to resort to in times of need. irreplaceable to her eyes, sejoo's loyalty became a treasure that she cherished. in the beginning, there was only him.

❝that would be an enormous change. it’s not the way i want to be remembered around here,❞ seunghee replied as she walked a few steps to catch up with him. sejoo's strides gave him the advantage at walking, but he tended to mind his pace next to the girl. she did not mind the hours, even though, the confidence in herself was enough to tackle any challenge. her former proposal would have only caused his mother to burst in laughter. it was a ridiculous idea to conceive. seunghee was not fond of going against the established rules either.

[leaderirene]

gorgeous

[brseunghee]

sowonbr:

shes worn out; drained; exhausted. the simple jung sowon life, a life she wishes to sometimes just give up on. but alas she couldn’t. she leaves her rundown apartment. the electricity bill notice her first greeting as she steps into her hallway. but she ignores it, lazily kicks the mail further underneath her door before heading towards the exit. sowon avoids thoughts of hitting up her ‘friends’. her work also starts in the midst of the night and reality again kicks in, she has no where to go.

it was then she remembers seunghee; the only person that sowon would die for.

reaching into her pocket, the female begins to send a text to the other.

[ to » seungbear ]: im buying cake. which favor would you like?

it was a subtle notice to the younger that sowon was coming over. seunghee’s dorm and house, a safe haven that jung sowon spoils herself with. the world was not aware (wouldn’t even be aware if sowon screams it at the top of her lungs. because who cares about jung sowon anyways, right?) but the youngest was a blessing that became home for the unwanted older. with a thoughtful hum, she then slips her phone into the back pocket of her jeans and begins to walk towards a nearby pastry shop. hopefully seunghee would be fine with her intrusion.   

( @brseunghee )

   once sowon and seunghee had been part-timers at the same convenience store. the younger girl immediately saw herself reflected in her coworker’s struggles and heartaches. it was a matter of oversharing (at least on her side) for their paths to entwine. sowon even made it to the han residence, which was not a place to brag about, but she decided to share and offer as a sanctuary. seunghee’s mother also grew fond of her, in the way one would for a child that was not yours.

( txt ⇢ my sowonnie ) where have you been? we’ve been worried ( txt ⇢ my sowonnie ) but i will forgive you since i like chocolate ( txt ⇢ my sowonnie ) don’t go overboard ( txt ⇢ my sowonnie ) i’m not at uni btw i’m paying mom a visit

she texted her back with agile fingers, already anticipating the first bite of chocolate cake. a pastry was better than when she bought her clothes to feel guilty about. seunghee suspected this was sowon’s way of apologizing for disappearing at night. while she was worried in regards to whatever activities her friend (and sister) engaged in, she did not dare to confront her. it was alright as long as the elder girl knew she could count on someone — seunghee was willing to fight anyone for her.

[brseunghee]

brsiwon:

          AS PER USUAL WHEN IT CAME to her, siwon had no idea what his plan of action was. with her it had always been heart first, head second ( if at all ), but at least they tended to rarely be alone just the two of them. admittedly that had saved siwon from many an embarrassing moment as he was prone to make a fool of himself around her ( exhibit a: smacking her with a goddamn door ), but consequently it had only made him all the more nervous whenever he was alone with her.

and the moment seunghee spoke his name, siwon thought he would melt — if such a thing was possible. there was something about that sound that seemed so right to him and with the way she looked at him he felt as if his heart would stop. «yes,» he replied diligently, an almost desperate undertone, as if to ask her to repeat his name. he didn’t, though.

it hit him that maybe she hadn’t appreciated him taking her books, tailing her into the library, and he felt that self-consciousness well up. «sorry .. i didn’t mean to just .. take your books,» he muttered, embarrassed tone. «i just — ehrm, do you want them back .. ?» 

     his monosyllabic acknowledgment filled her with something akin to hope. seunghee found it comforting to know that he did not mind. she would make sure to remember the next time she addressed him. if there was such an occasion in the future. suddenly, bumping into library doors every morning sounded like a reasonable part of her routine. perhaps she would have to stick to her flickering gaze over him during the change of classes.

❝i—yes, please,❞ she nodded at least five times, partly apologetic for making him carry her books. what was he saying sorry for? the previous incident was excused straightaway because accidents happened. he had showed both genuine distress and consideration for her, which made the girl’s chest ache with a blooming possibility. the realization startled her. it was a gentle act he would have done for anyone else, she tried to calm the accelerated heartbeat with this thought.

❝thank you, siwon,❞ seunghee managed to add. in preparation for his hands to get closer to hers, while delivering her pile of material. she was sure she would remain mute at the slightest hint of contact. holding her breath, she waited for him to make the first move. she probably was making a fool out of herself with her open arms, as if waiting for an embrace.

[brseunghee]

zeminbr:

          HE WAS NO EXCEPTION TO any rule at this college, yet zemin had never paid much attention to them in the first place. he wasn’t unfamiliar with sneaking out after hours, often crossing paths with several student from night classes, all for the sake of his training. he did it happily, not having been caught either because of good luck or because of a lack of security — or perhaps care. he was no threat to any of the night class student as long as they were no threat to him.

maybe it was that guilt for exactly this, knowing seunghee would be in trouble should anyone notice him, that eventually led him to tag along though quite reluctantly ( at least it was something as seunghee wasn’t found dragging the taller male around ). not quite knowing what to do, the younger could only tag along.

«i could,» he agreed, not willing to elaborate as he gazed at her with his usual disinterested stare. it was nothing personal — he guessed she knew by now.

    in seunghee’s eyes, zemin was a challenge. different from a troublemaker or an underperformer. she had never asked the cause for his silence and the walls surrounding him. in the end, was there any reason for the boy to tell her? everyone, including the school president, had the right to privacy. at least she could let him know that his self-imposed solitude could end any time he wanted.

his answer turned out to be just what she expected. zemin parried back to her and all was well. the same day class student she met years ago, even if she did not know much about him in depth. seunghee was grateful that he accepted to join her (although she almost had to beg him, something that would have never happened with her usual companion). before her next commentary, a rustling of leaves caught her attention.

❝did you hear that?❞ she asked him in a whisper. it seemed like it was going to be one of those evenings. seunghee straightened her back, ready to adopt her disciplinary posture.

[brseunghee]

brsong:

occasionally, ara finds a solo shopping trip to be very therapeutic. most of the time she’d drag jinri out with her, or one of her sisters, but today she’d ventured out into the big ol’ world onto her own. self-care is important, and recharging after a long week of work even more so. it’s only tuesday, but still— it’s important. smoothing out the fabric of the dress she’s currently modeling for herself, her head tilts at her appearance in the mirror. hmm—wait, what was that?

it’s quiet, but distinctive: her name. turning around, it takes less than a second for her to recognize who’d said it. seunghee! her mouth immediately curves upwards into a smile, one arm raising to wave back. belatedly, ara realizes that an average human wouldn’t have heard her call, considering she’s outside of the store. perhaps seunghee would consider it luck; some sort of instinct instead of blatant vampirism.

she gestured at her friend to come inside, to join her. having a bit of company wouldn’t be so bad, especially because she wanted a second opinion on this dress. plus, she really needed someone to unzip her considering she couldn’t reach the damn thing—

     relief washed over seunghee as she saw her greeting be answered. it was proof that she could still remember alumni (and their complete id), even from far away. what a clarity of vision. 20/20. she waved for a second time, short and sweet, now confident that ara was staring at her. yet, her friend showed no intentions of coming out.

when the older girl motioned for her to come in, seunghee panicked. from the outside, the boutique looked elegant and immaculate — the complete opposite of the way she was dressed at the moment. she only ran out of her house with her cell phone, not caring to check herself out. left with no other alternative, she stepped in. at least not many clients were around, a thing she felt grateful for.

❝treating yourself, huh? you look so pretty,❞ she noticed the dress ara was trying on, which explained why she was summoned inside. it looked good on her and she could probably afford it. seunghee could not imagine buying something there normally. one glance at the amount of zeros in a price tag and she would be ready to escape. while she tried hard to come up with outfits, all of her clothes were accessible to her pocket.

[brseunghee]

brsejoo:

― the college grounds never failed to make him feel like home. from it’s ancient buildings to it’s forests that granted leaves rustling at your feet any time of the year, from old books stacked into shelves with layers and layers of untouched dust to the giggles that always hang in the air coming from somewhere, going nowhere. maybe it was it’s airs, maybe it was the fact he had actually grown up there. 

but it never felt like it when she wasn’t there. 

light footsteps barely made a sound as they made their way back after class, dusk falling upon them and, with that, another duty right around the corner. seunghee, herself, felt like home to him – with her dark locks of hair getting entangled by the wind as she tried to keep its loose strands off of her lips, secure grip around her books, eyes barely glancing at him as she spoke of something he no longer payed attention to. distracted, again.

and she was the one to blame, again. 

“ mhm. ” he nodded, attentive eyes on his companion, quickly diverging the moment hers dared to look at him, taking in the sight ahead. nothing felt like home when she wasn’t there, indeed. “ i completely agree with you. ”

                                                                                         closed ↘ @brseunghee·

    the sun dorm leader and the school president walking side by side after day classes were over. not an uncommon sight. even less atypical was for seunghee to receive appetizing dishes from the headmistress (and her on-campus mom), all delivered by her son to seunghee’s hands. as soon as she got to her room, she would safeguard the kimchi she had been presented with today.

seunghee hugged the container close to her chest. she was happy, but experienced nostalgia at the same time. she commented on how much she missed her own mother’s cooking. then, sejoo nodded distracted. he had never tasted her food. whatever came out of her mouth seemed to be white noise. he was always chasing cherubs in the sky — even though those earthbound were his favorite.

❝i see. you completely agree there should be more opportunities for the day class and the night class to meet? we can tell your mother,❞ she stopped dead on her tracks. seunghee tried to put him in a difficult position with her questions, originally unrelated to her previous monologue. it was with no ill intention, but she could not let pass this chance to give him a lesson. maybe have a little fun with his reaction.

[kimp05]

the great seducer: appreciation post | eun tae hee’s style

[brseunghee]

     the bright sun and the calm moon that symbolized each dormitory were engraved in the doors of their respective buildings. both edifications in opposite sides, maybe in a way to represent that their paths would never intersect, save for eclipses. keuroseu’s rules paid no mind to astronomical events. it was established that students had an itinerary to follow according to the class they belonged to. such were the rules since the foundation of the college.

in words of the beloved headmistress, it would be problematic if a day class undergraduate decided to roam the campus after sunset, or viceversa — although the first case seemed to be more common. if you belonged to the night lessons, your admirers were a must. it probably was because of their edge. part of seunghee’s responsibilities involved doing the rounds and checking everyone remained in their designated areas. this evening turned out to be different. instead of bringing sejoo with her, the usual companion, she decided to drag zemin along. she was giving him permission to be outside at that hour.

❝you could look less cheery,❞ seunghee elbowed the boy in the arm, already anticipating no smiley reaction. someone had to try to get him out of his self-imposed alienation from time to time. 

@zeminbr

[brseunghee]

      the lights of seoul were pretty to look at, but there were days when seunghee rather not be home. although she had tried to be understanding of her mother, it was impossible not to grimace every time she mentioned the missing father and husband. while she held no recollections of said man, his memory still lingered in their small house. seunghee did not dare to ask anymore in regards to the issue, simply opting for a walk around the streets, in an attempt to let her parent have some time to herself.

seunghee was fond of exploring neighborhoods she could only dream of inhabiting. one day she would buy her mother an entire complex to start anew. perhaps it would help her heal as well. for now, she had to stick to window shopping. entering the stores was overwhelming enough for the family bank account. her observation was halted when she noticed a familiar face on the other side of the glass. just the mannequin she was looking for.

❝ara!❞ seunghee said knowing her voice could not be heard. she energetically waved at the girl to catch her attention. she really hoped it was her, or else it would be embarrassing. 

@brsong

[brseunghee]

brsiwon:

          THE BOY KNEW EMBARRASSMENT, BUT never had he felt the wish to sink into the ground so intensely before. seunghee had him nervous, something that rarely happened for the vampire that knew to keep himself focused under any circumstance. it was different around the human girl: she radiated a warmth that was hard to come by within siwon’s own kind, a sense of security that had him attracted like a moth to a flame. he knew, of course, of the absurdity, the impossibility, but what were dreams for if not to escape reality ?

maybe a second or two passed before siwon seemed to remember he was holding onto her wrist — and once he did, his skin burned yet comfortably so, and he let go almost reluctantly, knowing that it was a feeling he’d have to long for. «apologies, again,» he added, mentally beating himself up for the mistake. in a swift manner, the young vampire had picked up the girl’s books and pushed the library door open for her — this time without it hitting her — so she could step in. «after you,» he offered with an easy smile, an attempt to calm himself.

      the girl could not explain why a shiver ran down her spine when he released her arm. maybe she should have blow-dried her hair after the shower, should have paid more attention to her outfit, should have chosen a different shade of lipstick... the sight of siwon picking up her material brought her back to reality: school. she displayed her gratitude with a small reverence, while she entered the library.

as she took her last step, it hit her. the illusion of the moment would end once he returned all the books to her. she was engulfed by the urgent need to say something before they would part ways, split up by the morning light. a brief mental count to inspire courage. just do it, seunghee. she forced herself to turn around and face the boy. why was it so hard to even look him in the eyes?

❝siwon,❞ the two syllables curled on her tongue like she was afraid to say them, unsure if she had the privilege to articulate them, when he just denominated her in the most proper way. was it alright to call him by his name? students addressed her as the school president — if they were close friends, they were allowed to use seunghee.

[brseunghee]

brsiwon:

❛·° closed — @brseunghee·.

          SUNRISE ALWAYS SERVED AS a reminder of what he was and where he belonged — and the school library was, momentarily, not it. siwon had spent the time after classes to stay in order to finish an essay, and whilst he couldn’t admit that it was a fun task, it had made time fly nonetheless. morning’s first sunbeams hit pale skin and the young vampire uncomfortably shifted in his seat before deciding upon leaving his assignment for the time being. gathering up his things, siwon stuffed his books into his bag and made way for the door — and immediately the boy made a fool of himself.

she was there, effortless beauty despite the early morning hour, and he met her with a door and her books flying out of her arms, surprise evident on her visage. it probably wasn’t necessary, it wasn’t like siwon had thrown the library door open, but he had underestimated his strength before - and it was why a hand shot out to wrap around her wrist gently, a stable grip for her to regain balance. «i’m so sorry !» he exclaimed, eyes meeting hers in a worried manner, embarrassment filling his entire being, but nervousness had dissipated the moment he even considered the possibility of having hurt her. «are you alright, miss han ? you’re not hurt, are you ?»

       seunghee fell into the early bird category. her routine as school president (and the part-time jobs she once took to help her mother) eventually led to the habit of waking up early. although with great effort, she managed to get out of bed and to avoid snoozing the alarm. this morning she chose to trust the leaders of both dormitories to make the transition run smoothly. as stated by her agenda, the due date of her administration project was looming around the corner. thus, she intended to be one of the first day class students at the library.

as planned as her schedule was, she did not see the door of the building coming. at the unexpected contact, all the books she was carrying met the floor. she nearly suffered the same fate, but a hand offered enough steadiness to regain some balance. the apologize took her by surprise, and even more the questions that followed. who could possibly be addressing her in such a courteous manner? when seunghee’s eyes recognized her savior, she almost let out a yelp. to think she had considered yelling at the responsible one for their negligence.

❝don’t worry. i’m not hurt,❞ she was quick to reply in a low voice, now unable to find a spot where to fix her gaze. maybe if she looked down at her material, he would get the hint and release her wrist from his hold — not that she really minded.

[brseunghee]

open me.

say hello to your school president

she high key runs the place and the headmistress adores her so don’t even try it

but always ready to help any unfortunate soul that approaches her

PASTEL PINK AESTHETIC FOR DAYS

only child of a single mother and a housekeeper

tired of seeing her struggle to pay the bills tending rich households while they had nothing she decides to determine her career and social status by Prestigious Education™

“you won’t have to work ever again, mom”

this was her when she said she’d go to keuroseu as a scholarship student

miss me with that legacy bullshit

business major

legit organizes every single event at school because she somehow manages to balance it with her studies 

swears by the bullet journal system and her colorful markers + kind of a studyblr member

she has sejoo to share half of the workload with 

probably sees ansook as one hell of a lost cause but teamwork makes the dream work or whatever THE SCHOOL NEEDS THEM

married to keuroseu at this point

kind of developed an instant crush on siwon but she has never told anyone I MEAN not like he would like her that way

funny because she has no idea vampires are Real

love her because she loves you

[jwoys]

[victoriajoan]

It’s funny how the days slide along and you find yourself still living – living – living! – and wanting so badly to go on living. Because you do love life.

Tennessee Williams, from Notebooks