善有善报 。

you were burned you were about to burn you are still burning

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··· don’t feed the animals

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@consilian​ liked for a starter. (based on this for yunseo)

⸻ THAT WAS THE LAST STRAW. There was only so much that Lihua could take when it came to PengPeng. He was a menace, he was controlling and he was more than a little shady but recently he’d gotten absolutely lazy. She could easily tell that for some reason he’d gained a few pounds, that tumtum of his got definitely rounder and while he still called himself fluffy she could tell that it wasn’t just fur. Then there were the disappearances. Sure, he’d had a tendency to only appear when he wasn’t really wanted but during the last couple of weeks, she barely saw him at all. No missions, no nothing. She needed to know what was going on so… well… she followed him one evening.

What she found… didn’t exactly surprise her. The damned raccoon found a victim that fed him tummies and in return, he’d be all cute and stuff around her. Liling felt her blood boiling wit hanger at the lazy creature and impulsively just stepped out from her corner and exploded at PengPeng. “You freeloader! You get all the food you need and then some and you’re here begging strangers for you? What a spoiled–! I can’t believe you!” Only then did she look up at the girl and with an embarrassed smile she bowed her head. “I am so sorry for him. I can pay you back for everything he weaselled out of you…”

encountering a racoon in the middle of the day in the regular hustle and bustle of the evening rush hour in the city was something which yunseo would have never thought possible. nevermind the fact that this little animal was running the constant risk of someone’s dog chasing it halfway across the street, it also easily drew attention to itself by sniffing at the trash and happily tailing the people who left the nearby train station.

yunseo could admit one thing: she had absolutely no idea what to do with a racoon. the few pets she has had in her lifetime, including her beloved horse, hadn’t exactly prepared her enough to be considered an animal whisperer but when she couldn’t shake the little guy off, a good offense seemed like the best defense.

and well — if all he wanted was a few snacks, she didn’t mind. at least not as much as she was probably supposed to given the odd glances thrown her direction by the passersby. perhaps this was in and of itself the far more embarrassing fact but it was what it was. perhaps there was some sort of animal rescue hotline she could call? did racoons live in animal shelters as well? even a quick search on naver wouldn’t answer that question.

hence her immense surprise when an exasperated voice cut through yunseo’s thoughts. shooting up on her feet as if she’d been caught committing some crime, a stiff bow of her upper body followed in response to the other girl’s obvious distress while confusion settled across her own features. was this girl the owner? did racoons even have owners?

“oh no, please!” raising her hands to showcase her objection, yunseo’s bewilderment at the situation in front of her soon melted into a small smile while eyeing the young girl. “are you the owner? he was following people around when i got out of the train station — it looked really pitiful so i gave him something to eat from my lunch. i hope that was okay! if it isn’t, please let me know how i can make it up to you!”

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in response to this @jnsomin.

meeting up this late with someone else was a new experience for yunseo. she wasn’t an early bird by no means but the black-haired girl insisted on getting up as early as she could manage to maintain a regularity in her daily schedules: which meant she planned everything as much as she possibly could with a few exceptions here and there.

meeting somin at this hour was an exception as well though one she had asked for herself. an action she regretted almost instantly as well, having been made aware of somin’s tight schedule the first few times she noticed the older female slipping out of contact after she showed no sign of herself. it wasn’t a thing yunseo could hold against her nor something she felt the need to address: somin was, in many ways, being a responsible adult who was committed to the path she had chosen to walk. and as someone who understood the importance of obligation, the younger understood and quietly tolerated it.

today had been different. the consequences of her own actions had prompted yunseo to seek out someone who could perhaps soothe the deeply unsettling feeling in the pit of her stomach and although her words had been spoken lightly, almost jovially, she couldn’t help but notice the hint of gloominess clinging to somin’s frame and features like perhaps she too, could relate a lot more to yunseo’s plight than she would like to admit to.

that realization and the silent companionship it offered, softened an otherwise harsh day for the younger of the two.

“you know how sometimes dead weight just keeps hanging on to you? it’s like an accumulation of all the things gone wrong which you can’t shake, the consequences of which you haven’t seen yet?” it sounded a lot more upsetting when speaking her thoughts into existence but yunseo wasn’t necessarily afraid of what it meant. some small voice in the back of her mind was nagging to open up completely, to allow herself to share what a girl like somin might even understand a little better than the other people in her life.

but yunseo didn’t want to be the person to ruin the mood or to burden another who surely must have enough going on with her own life as well. so she put on a smile, one hand reaching forward before showing the other a thumbs-up. “jogging at this hour isn’t too bad! by myself it’s a little scary but a good workout seems like a welcome change of pace —  so what do you say?”

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first meetings

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@consilian

this is it. his first time out, an attempt to reach out and salvage what he can. a young man full with ideals and romanticism, a true believer of goodness and honor. what else is there in this world? 

there is a big crowd and fan’s eyes shine with wonder and curiosity. this palace is unlike any he’s seen (given, he’s only ever seen his family’s and the state of the structure is run down at best), filled with poised figures and fancy decorations. he can’t decide what’s more impressive: the opulence of the setting or the affluence reflected in those attending. 

the occasion for such a display? some noble’s girl debutante. 

and he does feel a little bad about it, given as he’s used this invitation (all had thought his family would decline as was usual) to make his entrance into a world of politics. there are as many whispers of this girl as there are of him and his always absent family. though whereas whispers of her are of excitement and congratulation, his own gossip seems tainted with apprehension and doubt. 

fan is still a ruler’s son and he’s aware, just as everyone else in this room, that his presence now means a strategy. they’re all just left wondering what type. 

for the time being, the young crown prince plasters a smile as he converses. there are many questions about his land and about the future, and though he can sense the hidden interests behind the inquiries, fan’s not so naive as to reply disfavourably. 

conversations, thankfully, are cut once the young lady is presented — this is a mere formality since most people seem to know her. the prince, although well versed in etiquette, feels a little lost on the current protocol and stands quietly as he observes others. when couples start joining this young lady on the dance floor, he scans ladies around him, eyes immediately drawn to a well-put lady. she isn’t like the women he usually eyes up, yet there is some… curiosity in his gaze. 

as no other men seem to be approaching her for now, fan reaches forward, bowing politely to her before extending his arm,  “  excuse me. may i have this dance?  ”

gatherings such as this one come with an immense amount of alleviation on suhwa’s part. it usually means getting out of the palace walls and seeing a little of the diversity found within other places such as this particular duchy and playing the role she’s been born into.

suffice it to say: this estate is rather quaint, small in size in comparison to her own holdings and far too bland for suhwa to find permanent enjoyment in her prolonged stay. but duties are duties and she knows the king doesn’t take well to his subjects disobeying a direct order so she straightens her posture with all the grace of a court lady and watches the proceedings with attentive eyes and an entourage of court ladies and eunuchs at her heels.

she met the host’s daughter upon her arrival — a pretty girl for all intents and purposes who didn’t leave much of a first impact save for her sparkling eyes — and at present, can’t help but approve of the styling done by the debutante’s maids of honour. at least the curls framing her youthful face make her look less forgettable than the braid suhwa first saw her in. it is the unfortunate truth for a noble girl of her standing: her family is not high-ranking enough to marry her off to a man above her status in order to sustain these lands so they will have to settle for someone wealthy. even if it means tying the knot with a commoner.

suhwa has to suppress a yawn. most of these stories are nothing new, having been written in one way or another before and the princess finds they stir no particular emotion inside of her. this in combination with the long journey from the palace to this place and she finds herself a little petulant. perhaps that explains the lack of chatter from her entourage on this evening but she has no mind to tell her court ladies to enjoy themselves.

which is why she’s startled to find herself at the receiving end of a proposition for a dance despite the apparent caprice she displays. a dance in honor of another girl!

the corner of suhwa’s lips quirk upwards approvingly although she makes no move of her own, dark eyes fixated on the stranger in front of her. how brazen.

“one dance,” she decides to be just as bold in return when she notices the quiet chatter behind her, placing her hand on top of his before glancing at him assuredly, “i suggest you make it worth my while.”

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promise.

in response to this @sorcelleire.

there’s a certain trauma that comes with being rebooted.

for dabin in particular, it’s only happened a handful of times — each time their creators had carefully seen to leave as much trauma as possible so they wouldn’t remember what led to their shutdown in the first place. the lessons had been learned painfully and barely endured and to this day, dabin is still afraid of their actions warranting similar consequences. thus, all their actions are handled with a great deal of care and foresight in order to prevent another traumatizing experience from adding to the pile.

the fact jisung now managed to poke his fingers into their system is both irritating and deeply unsettling. first of all, it means someone else who wasn’t their creator now gained insight into the way they work which is in and of itself rather detrimental. secondly, they know their model is different from jisung’s which means he took it upon himself to play what the humans call god — meaning he could have easily shut them down for good or seriously cause damage to their neurological system and that thought is highly uncomfortable.

dabin has spent the past forty-five minutes running updates on their software and downloading additional language packs to extend on their knowledge of the standard south korean language. jisung looked positively frightened when they opened their mouth and first said some words in the north korean language and dabin considered that knowledge interesting enough to look up why someone would show such a reaction. turns out, korea has been split into two different countries for some decades now.

hm. maybe their creators should have integrated more information on culture and history.

“you still haven’t told me what happened.”

dabin will admit they cannot read the expression jisung has been wearing for the past half-hour. he’s looking specifically upset in a way that warrants a response so it’s not exclusive to himself only — scanning their vocabulary leaves dabin with the conclusion that he might be grumpy. tendentially and not mutually exclusive: sullen.

or maybe he’s just mad he had to reboot them in the first place. dabin considers this for a moment and decides not to hold it against him for longer than necessary. some part of them is grateful he didn’t accidentally delete or damage something but it doesn’t take away from the unsettling realization he holds some sort of power over them now.

that is to say: if he has even realized it. they cast him a quick glance, leaned against the wall across from them, and from the looks of it they conclude this might be a redundant thing to worry about when dabin goes back to updating their software. another twenty something minutes pass them by in silence until —

“you said you didn’t want to be the only android.”

jisung meets their eyes, startled. dabin nods their head resolutely as if to offer comfort.

“i won’t shut down again.” and that’s pretty much the closest thing to an apology and promise jisung will ever get from them.

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@imperialdreams.

doyoung could swear it’s a miracle he hasn’t broken out into a cold sweat. yet.

which has nothing to do with the gifts his father loaded him with and everthing to do with the fact who these presents are meant for in the first place. contact to his twin sister has been few and far between, a few greetings on their birthday and whenever another holiday approaches but other than that, he hasn’t seen sooyoung since    

honestly, he doesn’t remember. which makes being the bearer of bad news even worse.

their mom’s reaction to news of their dad’s new girlfriend had been interesting. he frankly couldn’t pinpoint her reaction for sure: it seems to have been a combination of annoyance, feigned disinterest and genuine confusion. all this drama and he’s vaguely confident in sooyoung remaining completely unaware of the new development in her father’s life.

the entire drive to sooyoung’s place is nerve-wracking and does nothing for his own self-esteem. their last personal encounter ended in one of their many fights and it’s no understatement to say he’s coming prepared this time around: if there’s one thing he knows for sure, it’s that she won’t accept the presents sent by their father. knowing sooyoung, she’ll think it’s some sly act to get back into her good graces. ha, as if.

imagine his surprise when he finds himself standing at the door to his sister’s apartment and a girl — who’s definitely not sooyoung — looking alarmed when she opens the door. it’s definitely an uncomfortable situation to find himself in so he does what anyone would do: clear his throat, pretend to have it all together and offer an awkward smile.

“my bad, last i knew my sister was living here. you don’t happen to know if she moved? name’s kim sooyoung?”

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The matriarch of the Seo family always said that first impressions mean everything. Stand tall and straight, nose high, and shoulders back. Show them that you are not one to be taken lightly. Exude an aura people will not only envy but also can’t help themselves but to admire. Lessons in manners taught by the matriarch made Eunha somewhat believed that they were a descendant of the kings and queens that once ruled Korea instead of the clans that bowed before them. Whenever her great grandmother would reminiscence of the past, she always said that the Seo family clan and the royal family were very close. In fact too close that the other clans that were part of the royal circle felt contempt for the royal family’s different treatment.

Whether her great grandmother spoke the truth or lies, Eunha and her older siblings along with cousins could only bow their heads respectfully and continue to listen. As exasperating as it was, Eunha found one true value and that value was the fact that her family name is too powerful. Whether in name or connections, they truly were the ones that moved society along. So to believe herself to be someone highly noble to stand among golden phoenixes almost made her laugh. 

This event was repetitive and boring which had no end so when her vision is filled with the latter’s appearance, the heiress is somewhat relieved to find something new to distract herself. “Choi Hyemi, lovely name.” Eunha shortly complimented as she chuckled lightly at the woman’s conjecture, “If others were to hear, they’d bring upon fire and pitchforks.” Already enjoying the Hyemi’s company as she turned her head to gaze upon the heads of fellow nobles and more, “Being inexperienced is better than pretending to fit in. Nothing is more disheartening than a facade of gold to find it bronze once water is poured.” 

Returning her attention towards the woman, Eunha smiled briefly before chuckling some more, “Excuse my behavior, these events are far too little for me to even bare at times. Say, would you like to accompany me at my table? I think the main event of auctioning rare jewels will begin soon. If you’re here with someone, I will have my assistant tell them that you’re with me unless you need to return, then by all means, I do apologize for taking your time Miss Hyemi.” 

in her occupation, knowing names and relating them to the correct faces was of utter importance but the elegant woman in front of her remained a mystery. hyemi felt uncomfortable with the acknowledgement she was lacking some particular bit of information — even the smallest of details could prove to be useful and if she wanted to keep being useful, she had to keep finding ways to deliver what was asked of her.

she would have to work harder to keep up with the fast pace of a world coated in glitz and glamour and the thought offered no assurance, only cold facts. attending events such as this one came with the realization she was a little like a foreigner watching from the outside in: speaking a language she didn’t fully comprehend, wearing clothes that weren’t hers and pretending to belong when it was evident she was a stranger in this place.

and although some small part of her understood the kindness bestowed upon her, hyemi was perceptive enough to understand that every action warranted a reaction. a woman as refined as seo eunha would not approach her without wanting something in return and this thought exhausted her though she kept a compliant smile on her features while keeping her hands intertwined behind her back. the watchful eyes of the other strangers didn’t escape her while she followed eunha’s poignant glance towards the rest of the gathered crowd.

“i suppose some would beg to disagree. to be seen means one must have exposed their vulnerabilities — in the same way i stick out like a sore thumb due to my lack of experience.” nodding at the older woman’s words, hyemi’s attention was once more fixated on the person she was currently wrapped up in a conversation with and the surprising offer made from one stranger to another. it was certainly rare to meet a woman of such caliber and the brunette found, she had no idea whether to feel relieved or intimidated.

an attempt was made at a smile that could relay the sense of gratitude she was currently experiencing, a small bow of her head following soon after. “my escort is jungwoo yang. he surely wouldn’t mind but i have no idea where he went off to earlier.”

hesitating just the slightest moment before straightening her posture, hyemi resolutely nodded to herself before meeting eunha’s gaze again. “i would love to accompany you. i have never been to an auction before — perhaps you could show me the ropes?”

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their district is a peaceful place.

or at least, it used to be. jaekyung exhales in silence before she crosses her arms impatiently while eyeing a sculpture made of marble which seems to entwine into itself. some part of her senses the poetic narration behind this particular piece but the vampire is neither willing nor interested in pursuing this thought for more than a fleeting moment.

she’s here because this warehouse is where dojin keeps all the pieces he doesn’t have the heart to sell or the ones that haven’t been presented to the public yet. it’s always striked her as too much of a sentimental gesture for a person who can be, for all intents and purposes, rather ruthless when the situation warrants it.

she supposes, even witches ought to have their oddities.

“he knows i dislike waiting,” she mumbles to herself, lost in her thoughts while she passes by a few other complete works, “yet he keeps me waiting every time.”

jaekyung has never had an inkling why the local head of the warlocks and witches spends so much time crafting an image of splendor and finery with the humans but from what she can tell, he seems to do a decent job overall. not that it’s something worth her admiration: for someone who doesn’t depend on human blood to get through the day, it’s considerably easier to mingle among those jaekyung would consider to be prey. but that’s not the point.

casting an uneasy glance at the watch around her wrist, it’s with a frown she notices dojin still hasn’t swung by. letting out a sigh, she notices a few rays of sunshine peeking in through the blinds     it’s starting to get late. she left some of her own business unattended to catch dojin here by surprise, hoping to be the first one to break the news to him.

witches and their goddamn oddities. jaekyung rolls her eyes. no other supernatural species is as unpredictable as they seem to be     case in point? her not being able to predict something dojin does despite being many times as old as him.

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yejin still wasn’t sure if she wanted to beat hyuck’s ass, be his friend or go completely insane with the male around her. not that she did not like the male generally or that she did not like spending time with him but at times like that when she sat in the library to study and he annoyed the shit out of her when she needed to finish papers and homework for class she honestly just wanted to beat his ass. hyuck brought life into her usually very quiet and boring one but classes still needed to kept up with and homework needed to be done. there was no other option to this, she had to get good grades, prove herself to those around her. it was a blessing to have him around but also a horror.

“i do, tons of other law students do. just because you’re too lazy to sit down and put your nose into books doesn’t mean other people are.” her words might seemed more harsh than they were intented but after having had the male around her for some time today while she really tried to get her homework done and remember different paragraphs that her professor called ‘utmost important for the exam’.

the female focussed on her papers, wrote down more information that she felt like would be needed. ways to remember the paragraphs and what was really important for the later on exam and she wondered if miyoung also had some notes for her to borrow. her friend always on top of the class even when she was mostly out and about partying and having fun. maybe it was just the big brain energy that ran through that family given that jaeyoung was also someone who graduated with the best grades and on top of the class. whatever the park siblings did, they did it right. her hand covered her writing easily as hyuck got closer, more out of annoyance. if he needed to bother her than what she could prevent was him making fun of her notes.

“hyuck.” the female looked up from her writing, put the pen down with a very faint smile. yejin was trying to hold back, trying to be nice and not check him straight into the face. “give me five more minutes and i’ll be there with you having a full on conversation but let me finish this.” her smile faltered as soon as her words were spoken and yejin was almost sure that the male wouldn’t go through with this. hyuk had bothered her for the past hours and yejin was well aware he wouldn’t go through with her for another five minutes that turned into possibly another hour.

witnessing the stubbornness of yejin and the drive she seemed to have for what he considered to be trivial things such as studying and memorizing what a million other people had memorized before her left him in awe. it also vaguely reminded hyuck of his older sister. not that the two females seemed to share any more similarities beyond their ambition to be the best at whatever they chose to do, but the realization made it easier for the boy to understand where his friend was coming from and completely removed any hesitation or barriers he may have had without that subtle connection in his brain.

in the same way he enjoyed bothering his older sister whenever he did visit home, yejin found herself in the same unlucky position with him whenever it seemed appropriate to let loose and tease her for all the airs she put on. it felt pretentious to him — it was part of human nature to want to have fun and to do things one enjoyed to do. denying yourself the pleasure of that was too much of a concept for hyuck to wrap his head around.

who cared if she studied today, or if she didn’t? surely a smart person wouldn’t miss out on much if they decided to take a day off for themselves, right? the whole idea of “work hard, play hard” striked him as odd and while he noticed yejin’s apparent irritation with a rather complacent expression on his features, it was superfluous to mention what she     in his eyes     was doing so spectacularly wrong. sacrificing her youth, her life: and for what?

with a grin on his face and the palm of his hand slapping down on the opened pages of yejin’s book, he found himself alleviated when he caught the confusion sprawled across her features. she was too serious for his liking and hyuck had every intention of changing that. for better or for worse, yejin wasn’t going to spend another minute in this stuffy room.

“what are you going to do if i won’t let you?”

he was taking a risk, interrupting his friend’s business with such a pushy attitude. yejin owned a quick tongue but that didn’t mean she could always handle everything thrown her way and if hyuck was good at something, it was throwing people off their game. keeping his hand pressed on the book and his gaze steadfast on yejin, his whole attitude practically begged to be challenged. “how much more of your life will you waste behind a desk? don’t you think you are being too much right now, asking me to waste my time as well?”

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(𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕚𝕤) where things start   ‹  @consilian​ ; surrounding hyunbin & jaehyun ›

not going to university was not actually something that would be considered normal in korea and yet there was hyunbin with a full flower shop which he could not leave unattended long enough to actually enroll in university. although there was now jungho and siwoo to take care of the store it was still hard on hyunbin to trust the two of them to leave them alone at the store. not because he had trust issued but rather because it was the one thing that his grandparents left to him after passing away. it was his sanctuary, the only thing that mattered to hyunbin for so long. with all the flowers inside and all the love that the little place had been filled with. 

“how do you do that, just, you know, sit down and read the same page like a hundred times?” it wasn’t that hyunbin had counted how many seconds had passed since the boy had last looked up from the paper he was looking at. or how long he was actually staring at the pages. although his friends were actually in university - miyoung as his only friend who was in university - he had never spend time with them when they had to prepare for course work or when they did home work. it was boring to hyunbin only because he was the only one who did not have something to do. his flowers had been watered, every bouquet was prepared and the bigger projects would only need to be started the actual day before the wedding to make sure the flowers would look as pretty as they could. 

“i’m actually glad you did agree to come here to do whatever you need to do for university.” the male smiled slightly at the other. “not like i can really leave the store without having to close it for business.” 

the scent of freshly plucked flowers was always peculiarly reassuring.

the moment the entrance door fell shut behind jaehyun, he could feel himself being enveloped by a variety of smells all disseminated by a colored sea of arranged bouquets put on display for the customers to see.

in some way he couldn’t quite pinpoint, the neatness of this entire place helped jaehyun to understand the obstinacy and the great deal of care with which hyunbin treated this shop as his little kingdom. in the back of his mind, it also warranted a bunch of questions he wasn’t interested in asking: questions that hyunbin probably wasn’t keen on answering either. instead, the older male decided to flash a smile at the other once he was settled and working on another piece for his classes. the occasional daydreaming included.

“i’m pretty awful at this,” a poignant glance at the papers before his face splits into a small smile, “i get distracted very easily and i space out a lot. but my professor for creative writing said this isn’t a bad thing — i just have to learn how to make use of it.”

“some days, it comes naturally for me and that makes homework and studying a little easier. it’s kind of the same for you when you arrange a bouquet and have to stick to a particular color scheme.” that’s jaehyun’s cue for what initially brought him around, his hands immediately reaching into his bag to pull out a small folder filled with all sorts of colored notes sticking out before holding it out to the other boy with an encouraging smile.

"our professor said to pick something from our daily lives and to incorporate that element into the character we’ve been writing for since this semester started,” a pleasing grin now settling on his face, jaehyun leaned back in his seat while fixating hyunbin with a curious look. “i chose your shop, but i wanted to let you read about it before i submitted it.”

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inspired by this post.

hyemi lives in a boarding house with other people. they each have their own rooms facing the backyard but she doesn’t enjoy staying indoors for too long.

sanna / hyunwoo / sieun live by themselves.

hyuck doesn’t have a permanent place of his own so he’s usually stuck couch-surfing or staying over @ minjae’s.

daehyun has a studio apartment but is rarely around due to overseas activities

ahyeon lives with her aunt, otherwise she’s residing in a dorm.

miyoung lives with her mother but will occasionally sleep over at her sister’s.

jaehyun and yunseo moved in together after their graduation.

junho lives with his parents. he used to live by himself before his accident.

hanbyul used to live by himself but now shares an apartment with his half-brother at the latter’s urging. however seungjae is rarely around and hanbyul likes to frequent mina’s bar rather than staying at home so these two don’t see a lot of each other.

misun still lives with her parents and brothers. two out of three are currently in the military, so it’s presently quiet. this changes when the whole family gets together.

seoyun owns an apartment. so does seojun, except his apartment is currently occupied by his wife so he’s taken refuge in his mother’s mansion.

kimoon lives with his very quiet dad. on some days, it feels like he’s all by himself.

wonwoo lives with his adoptive father in a small cottage on the outskirts of seoul.

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special occasions.

@bergamotfeels.

“what are you doing here?” her expression settles for bafflement when she opens the door just a few inches to find him standing at the other end of it. kimoon easily throws caution in the wind nowadays but looking at the way she hesitates in the doorframe, he manages a knowing quirk of his lips while he just looks.

the silence stretches for every moment neither of them speak until kimoon catches hana tilting her head skeptically and for a fleeting moment, he can’t help but wonder how many pranks which were specifically designed for her she must have endured on april fools’ day throughout her life.

hana’s voice cuts    very unceremoniously, one might add    through his thoughts before he even gets a chance to open his mouth to say something. perhaps if he hadn’t been daydreaming this entire time, kimoon would have noticed the hint of merriment splattered across her features much earlier. case in point: her beaming at him enthusiastically.

when he finally notices, he can feel his face going blank at the abrupt, undivided attention. his throat is dry from not speaking. (no, he’s definitely not tongue-tied.)

“is it a birthday present?” hana’s eyes narrow expectantly in a way that tells him not to take her words too seriously. if there’s something he thinks he’s gotten better at picking up on, then it’s the moments when she uses (mostly gentle) quips to get her point across. there’s not much of a difference to their usual banter but she’ll wear a small smile a little more openly like she has to let him in on a secret. it’s partly the charm of being with hana, the ease behind their interactions and the mannerisms which he can pick up on by now.

kimoon also knows there’s a word for that specific feeling yanking at his heartstrings. (just please don’t ask him to put a name to it.)

there’s a pause. and then: “it’s your birthday?”

she pfffts, a suspiciously unamused sound she makes in response to his feigned ignorance, before the door is opened up further to reveal the interior and to usher him in. cue some explanation kimoon decides not to pay any attention to about why the place is so quiet, why she isn’t out and about. apparently, gayoung was insistent on throwing together some sort of last-minute birthday party in a poorly-concealed attempt to make up for the growing amount of time she’s been spending with her boyfriend rather than her best friend but that means she won’t be out until she gets a call signaling her to get ready   

“i do have something for you.”

that stops her mid-way into another explanation about why her siblings haven’t whisked her off to a proper family get-together, eyes widening. he can only manage a half-grin in return at the perplexed look on her face. kimoon’s pretty sure she tries to hide a smile when she turns her back to him but he’ll let her have this one.

“close your eyes.”

at that, she stops in her tracks. shoulders stiffening until she turns around to face him again, eyeing him with enough quiet suspicion to make him feel stupidly adventurous.

“what do you    ” “less talking, more eyes closing.”

she blinks, opens her mouth in an attempt to protest but then falls quiet. kimoon can feel the urge to laugh bubble up in him but he does his best to wear an expression that conceals his apparent amusement. and the jittery feeling in his stomach.

“alright.” she closes her eyes and holds out her hand. “do your worst.”

his features settle into a relaxed grin before he stoops forward to meet hana at her eye level. meanwhile one of his hands gently press the tiny, neatly wrapped package into the palm of her outstretched hand.

“happy birthday, hana.”

(it’s a few hours later when gayoung finally knocks on the door to pick up her best friend for the meticulously planned party. and finds a mildly flustered birthday girl with a new bracelet hanging around her wrist.)

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// as with everything else i do.... i applied to this collective on a whim bc SOMEONE (@bergamotfeels) made it look fun so: hello hello! name’s laura, i reside in gmt+1 which means i’m always utterly behind on everything but while we’re all quarantined, might as well get some good writing done, yes? that said, below the cut you’ll find a list of plots i’m interested in!! feel free to like this post or come @ me in my ims to let me know if there’s a plot that tickles your fancy :~)

plots and dynamics i’d love to explore:

demigods and their shenanigans among mere mortals.

harry potter au! hunger games au! mythology au!

family dynamics (siblings, cousins, etc.) and the changes they go through as people grow up and apart.

hanahaki disease (buckle up, i’m all about angst on this one).

ex-lovers who parted on ??? terms.

plots focusing on amnesia (character a forgets character b / character a forgets everyone except character b).

mentor / protégé relationships.

roaring 20s (think great gatsby).

unrequited love. competitive rivals. platonic soulmates (= friends)!

cops and their affinity for getting in trouble while on duty.

kids of rival mob families.

soulmate au: finding love when your ideal soulmate has already perished.

buzzfeed undercover where two (or more) muses work on a podcast that talks about weird stuff.

character b accidentally sending a text to the wrong number which leads to a new relationship formed entirely through text messages with character a.

pen pals!! exchange students!

lawyers who always wind up facing each other in court.

muse a is a fugitive/faked their own death but continues to keep in contact with muse b through secret meetings, mid night phone calls, leaving them notes.

marriages which are crumbling apart. alternatively. dealing with the fact your spouse is divorcing you.

prince(ss) and the pauper. 

[weltenwellen]

Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet

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good things...

even from a distance the main rotor whirrs harshly. anxiety and excitement tingle equally in the pit of yeonmi’s stomach when she descends the stairs eagerly while dismissing every safety protocol in existence. the girl vaguely catches someone behind her shouting.

she scoffs in response, her back still turned to the safety guards who predictably keep their distance from the approaching helicopter while she rocks back and forth on her heels with a wide grin plastered all across her features. a gust of wind blows wisps of her hair into the evening sky causing a shudder to run down her spine but she keeps her expectant gaze firmly locked on the silhouettes of her father and his pilot.

the whirring subsides. so does the noise. and then, there he stands: her father, wearing an expression that screams something yeonmi doesn’t understand.

“father!”

her following words are drowned out in the ensuing chaos     the bodyguards stepping forward to do what they’re paid for, the pilot announcing their safe landing and her father balancing his phone between chin and shoulder while grabbing his briefcase before hurrying for the exit in a bid to make up for the time he lost while taking a nap on the flight.

he doesn’t spare her a glance when he passes her by. the fluttering sensation in yeonmi’s stomach slowly disappears until her throat feels suspiciously tight and she’s left standing there to watch her father and three bodyguards disappear behind a corner.

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a number 12 hug w/ a muse of your pick. surprise me!

from here // no longer accepting // @querenciant.

“seo eunha! the certified devil in person, i can’t believe     ouch!”

seojun is effectively hushed with seoyun briskly shoving her elbow into her older brother’s ribs the moment they catch the gaze of the other heiress. after the day she’s had, seoyun has absolutely no intentions of cleaning up another mess because of her tactless brother so she wills her features to soften into something careful and inviting before wrapping the approaching figure in a welcoming hug.

“please don’t take seojun seriously.” it’s with a smile the two women greet each other in silence and seoyun already feels a weight lifted off of her shoulders when eunha returns the hug with a warmth which is exclusive to another woman only. recent happenings are beginning to take their toll on her and although the younger woman believes herself to be resilient, there’s only so much one can take at a time. needless to say, she’s thankful for the calming presence and the fact that at least one familiar face is present at today’s gathering.

“you know how he is.”

seojun, for all his bravado, looks strangely content with this development. if seoyun didn’t know it any better, she suspects this was his front for attracting eunha’s attention     and for all his flaws and the way he handles himself so clumsily, the business woman comes to the realization how he’s looking out for her. even if he does it in his a way she doesn’t necessarily understand.

when eunha takes a step back to muster the twins curiously, seoyun feels herself straightening before shooting an encouraging smile to her brother.

“i’ll be leaving you to it, ladies.” and with that, he’s off and trailing after the waiter and another glass of champagne. seoyun can only follow her twin’s movements with a hushed kind of amusement before turning to the fellow heiress once more, her features brightening in spite of yet another boring gathering they are forcibly attending.

“seojun never changes, but that’s half his charm.”

at that, eunha’s smile looks suspiciously conspicuous and seoyun fleetingly wonders whether she understands, having older siblings of her own. but then she decides against approaching such a delicate subject.

(she might on another day. maybe.)

touching the older by the elbow, seoyun offers a reassuring grin of her own. “it’s been a long time since i’ve last seen you. tell me, how’s your mother doing? mine couldn’t be present today but she sends her warmest regards!”

(the evening draws on but for a few hours, she’s willing to forget her troubles.)

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‘ in the mood for a hug and 69 chicken nuggets. ’ - hwi

@hwitelie

yeonmi has a nervous tick. and it’s entirely related to the fact her phone hasn’t pinged all day long. honestly, what does she even have an instagram for if people don’t react to her photos? it takes a lot of willpower not to check the current status of her latest upload every fifteen seconds and hwiyoung doesn’t exactly do his part to keep her mind occupied.

“a hug?” she absentmindedly repeats, browsing through an online store to check on the latest shoe collection before pushing her phone into the older boy’s face with a curious raise of her brows. “which one of these do you think would look good on me? i can’t wear heels that are too high but i really like these cute buckle pumps     “

his face falls when he examines the shoes and yeonmi huffs at the confused reaction before shaking her shoulders energetically, like she has to throw off an invisible weight his reaction stirred in the younger. her hand retracts and the phone is back to being glued to her features instead. “you’re right, i should just buy them all!”

yeonmi still hasn’t gotten used to the way hwiyoung’s eyes widen everytime she speaks so casually about money. however, the girl still remembers the time he insisted on returning the watch she bought him as a present (and to make sure he doesn’t make her wait longer than three minutes in the future) which she honestly didn’t take too well at the time.

yeonmi isn’t patient and she won’t start changing for anyone, not even when he’s cute while looking like a deer caught in the headlights. a spontaneous thought comes to mind, then she’s on her feet and holding out her phone-free hand enthusiastically.

“come on, let’s get you these chicken nuggets!! i’ll buy you as many packs as you like if you help me pick out a dress for my shoes, okay? not taking no for an answer anyway, so hurry up, come on, let’s go!!”

really, hwiyoung doesn’t stand a chance.

“also, do you have an instagram? if not, you should make one!”