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[cinemaveritas]

❀ choi younghee, aka iris. "the faculty's favorite" of yeonhwa university. written by emil (dc: p3portable).

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ft. @cinemaveritas, sunday, july 27 / early afternoon

quick memories from the party flicker in and out like an old film running in the background of noeul's mind: the pulsing club lights, music so loud he could feel the bass thrum through his body with every tentative step, getting under his skin and forming a lump in his throat... it's never been his scene, but showing up for younghee is something important to him, so he hung around for as long as he could—even if as long as he could only ended up being an hour or so. if that. it was long enough to greet her, to wish her a happy birthday, to buy her a drink, to join in the celebration before retiring to as quiet of a corner as he could find, until retiring home altogether.

the one thing he didn't get to do, however, was give younghee her gift. he felt that it was a touch out of place, given the party's overall vibe, as it felt like more of a personal thing. or maybe it was the certain level of sheepishness that still courses through noeul's veins about what he's prepared, even now, as he stops himself just outside of her suite. is it going to come off as doing too much? what if that's all he knows when it comes to the people he values in his life? he's only ever known how to communicate through his work. through what his hands can create.

one hand raises to gently knock against the door a few times, the other cradling a neatly wrapped box behind his back; decorated with white kraft paper and tied together with a silk ribbon that's the most periwinkle he's ever seen. a perfect home to the set of figures inside, made out of clay and resin, resembling the chiikawa characters he's heard about and seen on several occasions at the hands of younghee. the star of the bunch is the version of pippi he sculpted in the same squishy-looking manga style, down to the blush lines and tiny eyebrows... he can only hope he's done them justice.

when the door swings open, noeul has the sense to offer a small, easy smile. “hey, thanks for letting me come by. i know i didn't really give you that much notice.. or time to say no,” something extremely rare when it comes to him, but he didn't want younghee's gift to become any more belated. “you weren't in the middle of anything, right?”

[cinemaveritas]

still reeling from the two-night bender that was her birthday weekend, younghee would’ve objected to seeing anyone while she was nursing a hangover. but noeul? he’s one of the few people she would move heaven and earth for if he asked. he never does though, always careful not to overstep on self-imposed boundaries. for example, his light knocks on the door that don’t linger too long, or echo too loudly. 

pippi beats younghee to the door, the tinkling of her belled collar becoming louder as she prances over. “i’ve gotta open the door before you can say hi, pippi,” she teases, scooping her beloved ragdoll up with one arm. her free arm finds the knob, and when she swings the door open, the two of them greet their guest with cheery smiles. “hi, noeul! come in!”

younghee steps aside, granting noeul access to her slightly messy suite. “don’t mind… all of this,” she kicks away a sparkly pair of heels, “i got home at… what, 4 in the morning? and then i slept until you texted me, sooo… i wasn’t doing anything but sleeping until now.” as if her attire wasn’t obvious enough—plush pajama pants and an oversized tee she stole from someone a while ago. pippi hops from her grasp to brush against noeul’s shins, meowing, just as chatty as her owner. 

“thanks for coming to my party, by the way! i know it’s kinda the last place you’d rather be, but…” younghee’s smile is much more gentle now, “it means a lot, coming from you. and speaking of my birthday…” she points at noeul’s suspiciously hidden hand, squinting at him. “what’s that?”

[veritastrap]

yerim can’t help but smile at the sudden shift in energy once younghee arrives. they’ve always been like this — a study in contrast. younghee is bright, cheerful, while yerim is more graceful, reserved. maybe even boring by comparison (and she knows her cousin used to think so, back when they were younger. it might still be a little bit true).

still, they get along. yerim feels a quiet, steady affection for the younger girl.

“you’re lucky you’re cute,” she says, her voice teasing but soft, her hand brushing a stray curl from younghee’s face. “your hair looks really good, so i suppose waiting might have been worth it.” yerim smiles, considering younghee’s suggestion as they settle down. “hmm, maybe,” yerim hums, gaze briefly drifting off. “do you think i should try bangs? i’ve wanted to for a while, but i’m not sure… i might regret it instantly.” 

her fingers squeeze younghee’s back, gently. yerim is not one to initiate affection — she doesn’t always receive it easily, either — but with younghee, it feels comfortable. natural, even. 

“i do know that,” she replies with a small smirk. “i also know it’s dangerous. but hey, it’s your birthday! surely i’m allowed to be reckless once a year, hmm?” she meets younghee’s eyes with a look that’s dry and a little daring — a rare glint of mischief behind the cool facade — as she stabs her straw through the drink lid and takes a sip. 

when younghee brings up her birthday wish, there’s a flicker of hesitation. but then, yerim sighs, almost a bit theatrical.

“fine. you know how much i love being the first to arrive and the first to disappear, but i’ll make an exception for you. just this time.” there’s a sparkle in her eyes as she smiles before taking another sip. 

at the suggestion of getting their nails done, however, yerim nods without resistance. “mm,” she hums, chewing thoughtfully on a tapioca pearl, making sure to swallow completely before speaking. heaven forbid even younghee catch a glimpse behind the polished mask of choi yerim.

“i’m sorry i’ve been hard to reach lately. this internship, it’s been taking up my schedule this summer.” a brief sigh. “and my soul,” she admits. this whole business administration thing is really not her passion, but she sticks with it, ever the dutiful daughter. 

“but i want to catch up too. let’s get matching colors. or opposite? maybe something obnoxiously themed. we have to look good for your party later!”

[cinemaveritas]

younghee squints at yerim, mimicking the gentle gesture of brushing her hair aside. “hmm… maybe curtain bangs? i think they’d suit your face shape well, unnie.” now that she’s thinking about it, she can’t seem to recall a time where she saw her cousin with bangs… ever, really. yerim’s always been like that: steady, consistent, without a hair out of place. younghee used to roll her eyes whenever her aunt and uncle—yerim’s parents—would scold her for being too wild in comparison.

now? she loves how predictable yerim is, but it wouldn’t kill her if she just let loose once in a while. so when her cousin begins entertaining the idea of sticking around tonight, younghee’s eyes widen as she hops in her seat. “wait, really?!” she was half-joking at the suggestion, but now she scrambles to solidify the deal. “no take-backs, okay? you promised!”

perhaps she’s a bit spoiled, but it’s her birthday. these little vows are the best part of her day, as younghee is practically shining as she drinks her milk tea. yerim might as well have promised her the world and a trip to the nail salon, and she’d react similarly. with awe.

“ew, responsibility,” younghee frowns, sticking out her tongue with childish disdain. she doesn’t know much about the business side of things in the family, only that her uncle has been weird about yerim’s future acquisition of the company. if it even happens, anyway. anyone could tell neither party wants this, so why are they bothering to go through the motions? 

“is it at your dad’s company? wait—save it. we can talk about it at the salon.” she brightens up again, “speaking of which, let’s get matching black and white ones! it’ll kinda look like our hair too, don’t you think?”

[gossipfest]

"you were missing something. i've been here, babe. i'll forgive you for not noticing me because i know you've been busy." she says it lightheartedly and with a smile, though she also means it. she is a little offended that the hostess didn't approach her herself earlier in the night, but she supposes it doesn't matter. they're here now. she'll make the most of it – maybe make herself iris's most memorable party guest of the night while she's at it.

"nobody has complimented you yet?" she frowns and gives a disapproving hum and shake of her head. that's how she interprets iris's comment, anyway. she'd be surprised. surely at least some boys have tried to flirt with her tonight. iris is undoubtedly pretty. compliments from girls hit different, though, especially when paired with a lingering gaze, like the way iris looks at her now.

"thank you," she replies, a little smugness in her smile. the way iris fumbles for words is cute. soyi is calculated enough that she takes note of the impact a small touch has on her even while tipsy.

the smile stays on her lips, knowing, even as iris tries to salvage her composure. soyi can't help but want to push a little further and see how much she can affect her. she leans a little closer without even realizing.

iris isn't that special, and no, she didn't come to this party just to see her. soyi goes to most parties – any opportunity to build connections and increase her popularity. "i knew you would throw a good party," she says, alcohol making her a little more honest than usual. "and if i wanted to see you in a swimsuit...so what?"

that was not something that influenced her decision to attend the party, but it is something influencing her now. she can't help but look again – iris's shoulders, her chest, her thighs. soyi wonders...

"pretty," she says again before she can stop herself. she wouldn't have stopped herself even if she could. her gaze settles back on iris's face – lingers on her lips for a little too long. soyi wonders...

[cinemaveritas]

her smile tightens a bit as she brushes off the comment. “you're too kind. it’s hard keeping up with so many people, y’know? trust me, i would've found my way to you. like any good hostess would.” on occasion, iris forgets how mildly infuriating it is to interact with soyi. the two have never been the closest of friends, always keeping each other at arm’s length, save for the rare cases where one of them needs something from the other.

and as much as iris will try to deny it, she wants her guest’s attention, so she'll deal with it.

"nothing but a few catcalls from halfway across the pool," iris rolls her eyes, "it's fine. i'd rather have someone say it to my face." her annoyed expression smooths out as soon as she looks at soyi again, eyes following the curves of her body without a hint of subtlety. god, soyi's hotter than she remembers. maybe it really is just the alcohol, but has she always been this... attractive?

iris doesn't care enough to dwell on it. not when they're sitting together like this, much too close for comfort in any other case. if this is all just a game, then fuck it, she’s playing too. "you're honest," she smiles, her freshly manicured fingers tracing along the strap of her bikini. "i like that."

even among the strong scent of chlorine, soyi's perfume is all iris can smell right now. all she wants to smell. their thighs brush together, and rather than shrinking back as usual, iris bites her bottom lip and locks eyes with her friend.

"don't tell me the only thing you can say is 'pretty,' soyi," she teases, glad to know that she's not the only one here who can barely control her mouth. her eyes flicker down to soyi's lips, then back up. "not that i hate hearing it, but… i wonder if your tongue is capable of more than that."

[cinemaveritas]

summer school with @harpstring backdated june 26, 2025

summer is younghee’s favorite season. she loves the long days, the vibrant nights, the cool splashes of water, and most of all: the lack of responsibilities.

so why the fuck is she stuck at a desk in a freezing study room with lee jiyul right in front of her? 

this isn't his fault, she knows, but the way she glares at him each time he speaks almost makes it seem like he's the sole reason why she's here. like it wasn’t her failing grade that landed her in summer session in the first place, but rather a stroke of misfortune that happened to befall her specifically.

she had to jet off to the cannes film festival to support her mother’s most recent starring role, despite finals being just around the corner. it's what any good daughter would do, obviously. now, she’s forced to spend part of her precious summer retaking her biology class to get back on track. life is so unfair.

“this is stupid,” younghee grumbles, dropping her head into her folded arms. the cold surface of the tabletop pressed against her cheek is a miserable reminder of the situation she’s found herself in. “i can't believe they assigned me a tutor. a tutor! i didn't even bomb the final that badly!”

she absolutely did, but she’d rather keep whining than confront reality at the moment. when she lifts her head, she faces jiyul with a practiced pout. just sorrowful to make him feel sorry for her, but still cute. “jiyul. you're too smart to waste your time here, and i'm too busy to be sitting in front of you. so, help me help you and hand over the answers to this homework already, please?”

[cinemaveritas]

younghee's receiptify — summer 2025

01: alcohol free - twice (3:32)

it wouldn't be summer without alcohol free on repeat, okay? and based on the type of summer younghee has had so far, this song has earned its rightful place at the top of her seasonal playlist. seeing this live at lollapalooza left her starstruck, sweaty, and with a newfound appreciation for bedazzled denim chaps.

02: better than me - wonho (2:25)

her self-proclaimed theme song because truly, no one does it better than her. for someone who avoids attachment like the plague, she lives for the fact that there are people she's met that are still hung up on her, even oceans away. call her arrogant, but she believes this song was made for her (even though she's never crossed paths with wonho in her entire life).

03: von dutch - charli xcx (2:44)

like the previous entry, except she's bound to play this at any party she’s able to snag the aux at. catch her dancing to this on top of a table with a drink in her hand as if she's personally performing at a concert. an advocate for brat summer, every summer, and she won’t hear otherwise.

04: strategy (ft. megan thee stallion) - twice (3:21)

yes… another twice song. her favorite song to play when she’s getting ready, but it's a bit of a distraction—she can't help but rap megan’s part whenever it comes up. so, she has to save it for when she’s getting dressed, or else she’ll fuck up her makeup and be even more late to wherever she needs to be. could she skip the song if it pops up? yeah. will she do that? hell no.

05: leave me alone - reneé rapp (2:21)

the most recent addition, but one she finds fits her to a tee. she’s often wondered what would happen if she pivoted into a career in music after seeing other actresses do it. if she’s gonna do the whole “nepo baby side quest” thing, she might as well go all in and own it. whenever she’s inspired enough to drop an ep, it'd probably have lyrics like these.

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[gossipfest]

teeth

yeonchella is over, soyi is tipsy, and @cinemaveritas looks so so pretty in pool-party lighting.

soyi is sad yeonchella is over. well, sad isn't the right word. disappointed would be more accurate. after this, they'll return to the slow drudgery of campus life in the summer, and soyi isn't looking forward to it.

thankfully, they have one last hurrah in the form of a forbidden pool party. of course soyi is there. soyi is at most social events on campus – was here all day every day of yeonchella. the only thing that's ever more important to her than making connections is having fun, and parties are good for both.

she usually doesn't drink too much, too concerned of loosening her lips enough to sink ships – or her reputation. tonight is special, though. it's a finale of a sort, and any good celebration includes a little alcohol. plus, the spiked fruit punch is really good.

maybe she drinks a little too much of it and is a little tipsier than intended, but she's not the one falling in the pool and having to be rescued (happened, by the way) so she figures she's fine.

speaking of fine: iris choi. she's one of the hosts of the party, flitting about from person to person throughout the night, chatting up a storm, as iris does. she looks especially pretty tonight. something about the way she glows in the lights reflected off the pool water, painting everything a little blue.

soyi catches her seated on the edge of the pool, right as whoever was sitting next to her leaves. she takes the opportunity to slide in and sit down beside her, dipping her feet into the water as she does.

"hi party princess," she greets her with a grin. "i think the party has been a success." she looks around the rec center briefly before her attention settles back on iris again. "thank you for your service."

her smile fades slowly, but she still looks at her, gaze somehow a mix between curious and weighty. it drifts downward for a moment, then back up to iris's eyes. "i like your swimsuit," she comments, flashing another smile.

she reaches up to iris's shoulder and adjusts the strap even though she doesn't have to. "pretty," she murmurs.

[cinemaveritas]

all things considered, yeonchella was a blast, and it would be a shame if the festivities stopped right at the end of the last set. that’s how iris and a few others end up sneaking into the rec center with snacks, speakers, and more than enough booze to fill a kiddie pool. it's not so much a secret considering the music blasting—echoing off the walls and mixing with the sounds of water splashing and drunken chatter—but it sure as hell is a party. she’s never ‘off’ during social events, so when her conversation partner dips, she's ready to find the next person, turning her head to see moon soyi slip right into place.

“oh, soyi! i knew we were missing something,” iris remarks, her words slightly slurred as they leave her mouth. she's about as tipsy as the next person over, having indulged in a couple shots at the top of the hour. “but now that you're here, i can mark this as a true success.”

the flush on her cheeks is only partially due to the alcohol. it has much more to do with the way soyi looks at her as if she's studying her. instead of dwelling on it, iris lets out a bubbly giggle at the compliment. “thanks! i bought it a few weeks ago and i've been waiting for the chance to show it off. glad to know someone around here has taste.”

she glances soyi over, her eyes shamelessly tracing up and down before settling on her face again. “you don't look too bad either,” she muses, admiring the way the other girl’s swimsuit fits her just right. “i mean… your swimsuit. your swimsuit doesn't look bad.” terrible recovery, she knows, but what can she do? her brain actively short-circuits when soyi touches her shoulder, and the peach soju she had doesn't help keep her mouth shut. no, there's nothing wrong with appreciating soyi’s looks, but she's said entirely too much already.

“anyways,” iris cuts in, attempting to smooth things over. “i'm glad you made it. i had a feeling i'd see you here, but now i wanna know why. was it the drinks? the pool? or…” she tilts her head with false innocence, “is there someone special you wanted to see?”

[veritastrap]

happy birthday. with choi younghee @cinemaveritas july 25 2025

yerim steps up to the counter at the boba shop to order. “a large ube milk tea, and one small matcha milk tea, both with tapioca. and medium sweet, please.” she says it the same way she always does — her tone crisp and clear, like it’s a line she’s memorized, with a polite smile that never quite reaches her eyes. the barista barely looks up, but yerim doesn’t mind — as long as her order is correct, she has no complaints.

she steps aside to wait, clearing space for the queue to move forwards. her eyes follow the drinks as they’re being made, fingers adjusting the strap of her bag higher on her shoulder. her touch grazes the small gift box tucked neatly into the side pocket, and the corner of her mouth lifts — just slightly. she hopes younghee will like it.

when her order is ready, yerim grabs the drinks with a quiet ‘thank you’, before she moves towards the foodcourt tables. she’d been eyeing a free one on her way in, and quietly relieved to find it still empty. she sets the drinks down with care, then glances at her watch as she takes a seat. she doesn't expect younghee to be on time — she rarely is — but yerim doesn't mind waiting. especially not today.

a few minutes after their agreed upon meeting time, yerim spots a familiar bleached head of hair moving towards her. once the younger is fully in sight, yerim’s expression softens. she rises from her seat, and waves younghee over to grab her attention.

“happy birthday, young-ah!” she exclaims, and then — almost shyly — pulls her cousin in for a hug. it’s brief, a familial kind of embrace, and a rare public display of affection from yerim’s side. 

yerim sits back down, and gently nudges younghee’s drink towards her. “i got you your usual, of course.” a knowing smile tugs at her lips. “so. anything in particular you’d like to do today? just for today, your wish is my command.”

[cinemaveritas]

younghee strolls into the busy mall a few minutes after yerim has settled down, breezing past shoppers to search for her cousin. she just left the salon not long ago with her hair styled into a sea of blonde waves, so the way she shimmers in the fluorescent lighting certainly turns a few heads. sure, she’s late as usual, but she knows yerim won't mind her tardiness. it’s not like either of them are in a rush today—plus, isn't it typical to wait on the birthday girl?

“unnie!” her stride breaks into an excited sprint as soon as she notices her company waving, her arms spread long before she reaches yerim’s table. younghee beams as bright as ever, reciprocating the tentative embrace with a much tighter, delighted squeeze of her own. for someone so averse to public displays of affection, yerim has one of the most comforting hugs younghee has the privilege of experiencing. “sorry i’m late, the ladies at the salon were talking my ear off like you wouldn’t believe. hey, you should come with me sometime!”

there’s not much use in apologizing now, but the least younghee could do is offer an explanation for her tardiness. she takes her seat across yerim after parting, pretending not to notice the large milk tea until her cousin brings it up. and when she does, younghee lights up as if it’s a surprise. “thank you! you’re the best—you know that, right?” she smiles, reaching across the table to lightly squeeze yerim’s hands. 

it’s such a small thing to have her order remembered, yet there’s a gentle pang in her chest regardless. “giving me that much power is dangerous,” younghee jests, puncturing the thin film with her straw. “what i really want is for you to stay past midnight at my party tonight, unnie. but if that’s too much to ask, then…”

with yerim’s activities as well as her own, there’s not much of a chance to meet while she’s stuck in stupid summer session, so she’s taking full advantage of this little outing. after all, any time spent with family today is time well spent in younghee’s book. “let’s get our nails done together! it’ll be a great time to catch up, it feels like i haven’t seen you in forever!”

[cinemaveritas]

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ur_irises ayo what's 9+10?

thank you thank you thank you to everyone who showed up last night!! it was truly one for the books 💖💖💖 i might have a raging headache rn but that's the sign of a successful party, baby! xoxo, younghee <3

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[cinemaveritas]

do you actually believe in the paranormal?

"of course i do! there's a lot of things in this universe that we don't have concrete answers for, like what happens when we die, or do we really have seven doppelgängers in the world. as much as i hate pure hypotheticals, we actually have tools that can help us test paranormal activity. in fact..."

iris jogs over to the chest of paraphernalia she keeps tucked away in her closet, the sound of miscellaneous junk being disturbed filling the otherwise quiet space. she returns with a small black radio, the screen glowing a soft red by contrast.

"this is an evp recorder! for the uninitiated, it's also called a spirit box. they're used for electronic voice phenomena, meaning that it picks up extra sounds you might not be able to hear on your own. it's for ghost hunting, and it's really helpful because ghosts often require a lot of energy to make sounds."

she places the spirit box on her bedside table, careful not to let it drop. "i've caught a couple instances with this when i did more ghost hunting. one time, i had a whole conversation... sort of! the ghost only gave one word answers, but i recorded the entire thing. how could i not believe in the paranormal when weird stuff happens to me all the time?"

[cinemaveritas]

july monthly prompt — i just got used to the rain

soft rain patters in front of iris, her pristine white sneakers crossed as she leans against the wall of gs25. loitering out by the inyeon building ensures nobody she knows will catch her smoking—at least, she hopes so. just for precaution, the black hood of her jacket is flipped over her head, and her blonde hair tucked back in a ponytail for maximum obscurity. while she’s not exactly in the designated smoking area, she knows nobody at this time of night cares enough to trouble her about it. would you bother some girl smoking in the rain like this?

she blames hollywood for this… this habit. granted, those superstars have huffed a lot worse. god, you have no idea what sort of shit she’s seen. iris is lucky she made it out with a fix for nicotine and nothing more. it feels like at yeonhwa, your image is your lifeline, but some people here are almost as fucked up as the celebrities she’s rubbed elbows with on the red carpet. she kind of likes that about yeonhwa, though, when people reveal their true selves and live unapologetically. as a girl who has experienced the ugly side of keeping up public personas, iris appreciates the authentic crowd more than anyone else.

the cigarette nestled between her fingers burns on, each drag acting as one of her burdens being released into the sky. some like her better like this, when she’s quiet and keeping to herself. she hates those people, but they remain a piece of her regardless. just like the silver guilloche lighter she keeps nestled in her pocket, gifted by an ex-boyfriend who said she’s “prettiest when she stops talking.” she still remembers the feeling of her fist connecting with his jaw and the crack it made. the thought brings a sort of sickening satisfaction just by recalling it.

things are better for her these days, iris thinks. for one, she actually has friends who like her as she is. all she’s wanted is to be a little more vulnerable to those who matter and to ignore the ones who don’t, which is a lot harder to do when you’re in front of cameras and crowds. yes, yeonhwa has become more like home than her own house. she still has a lot to consider by the time her undergraduate degree is finished, like if she’s pursuing her graduate degree here, or if coming here is even worth all the trouble. life could be so easy if she played into expectations: be the pretty leading lady on the silver screen, marry a famous actor, maintain her youth through various procedures, and hope her career has longevity. but what really keeps her going is to live her life unexpectedly. she wouldn’t be where she is today if she did things by the script.

so even though iris is alone in the rain right now, she won’t always be. after the cigarette drops onto the wet pavement and gets smothered by the outsole of her sneaker, she walks into gs25. dwelling on it won't do anyone any good. she’ll keep directing her own future, on her own terms, with her own cast.

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𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐄𝐓 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐒𝐎𝐅𝐓-𝐒𝐏𝐎𝐊𝐄𝐍 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐕𝐄𝐑 . . . there's something about the cherry silk clinging to her frame that makes her begin questioning the idea of going out tonight. minseo draws her bottom lip between her teeth, staring at herself for a moment too long in front of the mirror — she's self-conscious by nature, insecure, and while it doesn't always appear that way to the outside world, there's those once in a blue moon times where the façade she so carefully crafted and perfected just can't cover up the self-doubt strumming against her skin. these times always seem more apparent when she and jisung are on a break too — it's like when he mentions he needs the tiniest bit of space, needs time to breathe, she suddenly feels small again. she keeps lamenting inside her head, missing him, wondering what she could do to help him if he was feeling burnt out again, what she could say to make things good again. she feels her heart ache, knowing she doesn't want to push, but she doesn't want to pull either. it was so good when it was good with him, but she can't deny that each one of these breaks takes a little more of her heart each time.

minseo swallows, blinking back the wave of emotion that crashes down on her — she couldn't get upset, not here, not now. not when the entire afternoon has been filled with fun and laughter and light and everything that she needed right now. it hadn't fixed the heartache, but being able to spend time with her friend had begun to mend the fresh wound she felt throbbing in her ribcage. there was something about spending time with younghee that just warmed minseo. something that made her feel safe. she blinks again, steeling her resolve as she hears the other girl fussing outside the door. if she takes too long, she knows younghee will be gently chastising her that there is no crying in dressing rooms, especially not over boys — and truthfully, the last thing minseo wants is for younghee to have even more of a bad taste in her mouth over jisung then she may already.

"you don't think it's . . . too short, do you?" she says once she finally opens the dressing room door — the dress is undeniably hot, but minseo wonders if it suits her. if it is too much or too little for what they would end up doing tonight. did she look good? would jisung like it? "maybe i should find something else for tonight?" she nervously scans the carpeted floor, hands instinctively reaching to tug the dress down before she glances up towards younghee, who's looking quite stunning in the dress she decided to try on for tonight's 'who needs boys anyway?' extravaganza. she smiles softly, admiring the blonde. "that looks really good on you, young-ah. you should get it." / @cinemaveritas

[cinemaveritas]

younghee has made it a point to learn the art of patience when it comes to times like this. a lifelong struggle, but something she has been forced to reconcile with for the sake of human connection. and minseo? one of the main reasons why she's bothered to be a touch more patient with people. it’s been entirely too long since minseo has allowed herself to have the slightest bit of fun without worrying about obligations or her boyfriend, if you can currently call jisung that. ‘they're on a break,’ younghee heard, but she doesn't buy it for a second. she's lost count of how many times that word—break—has been thrown around her lately, and if you ask her, she'll say that they need to break it off for good.

the theme of tonight is escapism, of course. put your phone on silent, and no crying over jisung—those were the two instructions younghee gave her friend for the night ahead. even so, she’s not entirely sure if minseo is honoring that request. when she notices pure silence from the other side of the dressing room door, that's when she decides to speak up. “are you done yet? i'll die if i don't get to look soon!”

thankfully, it's well worth the wait by the time the door hesitantly swings open, as the squeal of delight younghee gives is all the affirmation minseo needs. “oh my god, that's the one! it suits you perfectly, minseo!” younghee chirps, immediately prancing over to get a closer look at the garment. it's clean; not overly extravagant, but has just enough detail to be the cherry on top of minseo’s striking beauty. “don't you dare take that off, okay? trust me, the whole world will fall to their knees because you've decided to grace us all with your presence.” she nods firmly, a bright grin on her face while adjusting the silk bows on the front of minseo’s dress. “and before you say anything: yes, i mean every single word!”

younghee giggles now, a full, warm sound that floats through the air between them. her own dress is a much more subtle look than what she's used to, but still apt for the night’s events. when complimented, she twirls around for minseo, the flared skirt drifting in the breeze. “really? hmm… it’s not that i hate it, but it feels a little too... stiff for what i want to get up to. we can talk about that in a second, but speaking of tonight…”

younghee now faces her friend with an eyebrow raised in suspicion. “you’re not thinking of you-know-who, are you?” the subject in question needs no further clarification in her mind, as even saying his name out loud is grounds for superstition. “i know it hasn’t been long since the 'break,' but i'm sure we can find someone better, okay? someone who treats you the way you deserve."

[cinemaveritas]

are you insecure about any part of yourself?

"insecure?" iris scoffs, not bothering to look up from her phone. "that's not a part of my lexicon. i mean, have you seen me? i was born confident."

deep in the back of her mind, though, she knows this isn't true. being born under the flash of cameras and the scrutiny of invasive spectators meant that privacy was never afforded to her, neither was autonomy. the world is unusually cruel to children who were brought up in the limelight, of course she's no different. it's just that she works hard to never let anyone see her sweat.

iris hums to herself, briefly considering what to say next. "it's not realistic to say i'm flawless by any stretch, but i like myself a lot. like, a lot, you know what i mean? i think that's what matters most to me."

[dragonshq]

Oh no! Looks like you shared too much last night.

In anticipation of our one-month anniversary, the admin team has decided to release a fun meme for all our members! When we were thinking about opening a group, we truly never imagined that it would get the amount of support we've received so far. From the bottom of our hearts, we'd like to sincerely thank all the members who have been with us since opening, and the ones who have been joining since then. We hope to continue fostering a place where you can develop your muses freely while having fun!

We're sure you're already familiar with the concept, but we'll explain it anyway. By reblogging this post, you will be participating in the honesty hour, where other members can send in questions regarding whatever they want, and your muse will have to answer truthfully. Please remember that this event happens in a vacuum, and the things shared are strictly OOC knowledge, unless stated otherwise. Anything posted from this honesty hour should not impact your muse IC. 

The meme will run from Friday July 18th until Friday August 1st, but if you still have asks to reply after that date, you're free to post them. If you choose to participate, please ensure that you send a question to everyone who has reblogged the post as well, whether this be on your character’s account or on anon. 

Once again, thank you so much for an amazing month, and we hope you have fun with this meme! Go wild! 

[cinemaveritas]

it’s sungmin’s mun emil [he/him 23 et] and A NEW BOMBSHELL HAS ENTERED THE VILLA. meet younghee/iris!!! she’s really silly despite all the bravado. here are my hcs and also some random connections i’d like to see! please like the post if you want to plot and i'll come to you, or feel free to message first! since i have 2 muses now, my discord is p3portable! add me so i don’t have to keep going back and forth ksjfkfdjk

navigation / pinterest

headcanons:

her favorite colors are periwinkle and buttermilk yellow, and yes, the specifics are important.

gymnastics are a way to get out any spare energy she has, so she’s often at the gym at night outside of practice.

she fully believes she could make it to the olympics if she trained hard enough. go big or go home!

i think she also likes swimming, although to a lesser degree. what she loves most is being in a hot tub if we're being real.

I feel like she would informally be involved with ophiuchus. her family name and involvement in the school make her an invaluable asset. she doesn’t like playing second fiddle to many, so i imagine she wouldn't accept the invitation without knowing where she stood. perhaps she still remains somewhat in the loop with the current state of affairs, we can talk specifics!

she swears she saw aliens when she lived in nevada for a time, so she’s been a believer in the paranormal and supernatural ever since. amateur cryptozoologist. big fan of mothman and ghosts.

i think she would have a small furby collection. i really do. 

plots/connections:

y1 baekyang hall roomie… i’m so sorry. she would be awake at odd hours of the night on the phone catching up with overseas friends or her parents, and y/m might’ve caught her having mini breakdowns over missing certain people. she definitely wasn’t allowed to have her cat pippi there, but made y/m promise not to tell anyone. otherwise, she’s a pretty decent roommate, and pippi loves y/m!

tutor(s?) for the gen ed courses she has left, likely history and science courses. going back and forth between countries means that her academics have fallen to the wayside until coming to yeonhwa… oops. she’s not totally hopeless, but she does need the help, especially if she wants to continue with gymnastics.

intl. students, especially ones who have spent time in america… maybe they’ve crossed paths before and she helped sneak them onto sets. they got in trouble for it, yes, what’s most important is that they got fond memories out of it.

younghee gets around a fair bit, honestly. give me all the crushes/hookups/past (or current) loves. maybe she’ll actually find the right person for her! or the wrong person, i'm not picky lmfao

ophiuchus members gather round please and thank you

and yea! that’s all i have for now… i do better brainstorming so come talk to me! :D