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hi. i needed a fresh start after six years on consilian. now you can find me here. âĄ
··· donât feed the animals
needfuldreamsâ:
@consilianâ 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 heâd gotten absolutely lazy. She could easily tell that for some reason heâd gained a few pounds, that tumtum of his got definitely rounder and while he still called himself fluffy she could tell that it wasnât just fur. Then there were the disappearances. Sure, heâd had a tendency to only appear when he wasnât 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⊠didnât exactly surprise her. The damned raccoon found a victim that fed him tummies and in return, heâd 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. âYou freeloader! You get all the food you need and then some and youâre here begging strangers for you? What a spoiledâ! I canât believe you!â Only then did she look up at the girl and with an embarrassed smile she bowed her head. âI am so sorry for him. I can pay you back for everything he weaselled out of youâŠâ
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 someoneâs 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, hadnât exactly prepared her enough to be considered an animal whisperer but when she couldnât shake the little guy off, a good offense seemed like the best defense.
and well â if all he wanted was a few snacks, she didnât 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 wouldnât answer that question.
hence her immense surprise when an exasperated voice cut through yunseoâs thoughts. shooting up on her feet as if sheâd been caught committing some crime, a stiff bow of her upper body followed in response to the other girlâs obvious distress while confusion settled across her own features. was this girl the owner? did racoons even have owners?
âoh no, please!â raising her hands to showcase her objection, yunseoâs bewilderment at the situation in front of her soon melted into a small smile while eyeing the young girl. âare you the owner? he was following people around when i got out of the train station â it looked really pitiful so i gave him something to eat from my lunch. i hope that was okay! if it isnât, please let me know how i can make it up to you!â
in response to this @jnsomin.
meeting up this late with someone else was a new experience for yunseo. she wasnât 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 sominâs tight schedule the first few times she noticed the older female slipping out of contact after she showed no sign of herself. it wasnât 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 couldnât help but notice the hint of gloominess clinging to sominâs frame and features like perhaps she too, could relate a lot more to yunseoâs 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.
âyou know how sometimes dead weight just keeps hanging on to you? itâs like an accumulation of all the things gone wrong which you canât shake, the consequences of which you havenât seen yet?â it sounded a lot more upsetting when speaking her thoughts into existence but yunseo wasnât 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 didnât 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. âjogging at this hour isnât too bad! by myself itâs a little scary but a good workout seems like a welcome change of pace â so what do you say?â
first meetings
cocacolxâ:
@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?Â
there is a big crowd and fanâs eyes shine with wonder and curiosity. this palace is unlike any heâs seen (given, heâs only ever seen his familyâs and the state of the structure is run down at best), filled with poised figures and fancy decorations. he canât decide whatâs more impressive: the opulence of the setting or the affluence reflected in those attending.Â
the occasion for such a display? some nobleâs girl debutante.Â
and he does feel a little bad about it, given as heâs 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.Â
fan is still a rulerâs son and heâs aware, just as everyone else in this room, that his presence now means a strategy. theyâre all just left wondering what type.Â
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, fanâs not so naive as to reply disfavourably.Â
conversations, thankfully, are cut once the young lady is presented â 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 isnât like the women he usually eyes up, yet there is some⊠curiosity in his gaze.Â
as no other men seem to be approaching her for now, fan reaches forward, bowing politely to her before extending his arm, â excuse me. may i have this dance? â
gatherings such as this one come with an immense amount of alleviation on suhwaâs 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 sheâs 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 doesnât 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 hostâs daughter upon her arrival â a pretty girl for all intents and purposes who didnât leave much of a first impact save for her sparkling eyes â and at present, canât help but approve of the styling done by the debutanteâs 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 sheâs 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 suhwaâs lips quirk upwards approvingly although she makes no move of her own, dark eyes fixated on the stranger in front of her. how brazen.
âone dance,â 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, âi suggest you make it worth my while.â
promise.
in response to this @sorcelleire.
thereâs a certain trauma that comes with being rebooted.
for dabin in particular, itâs only happened a handful of times â each time their creators had carefully seen to leave as much trauma as possible so they wouldnât 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 wasnât 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 jisungâs which means he took it upon himself to play what the humans call god â 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.
âyou still havenât told me what happened.â
dabin will admit they cannot read the expression jisung has been wearing for the past half-hour. heâs looking specifically upset in a way that warrants a response so itâs not exclusive to himself only â scanning their vocabulary leaves dabin with the conclusion that he might be grumpy. tendentially and not mutually exclusive: sullen.
or maybe heâs 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 didnât accidentally delete or damage something but it doesnât 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 â
âyou said you didnât want to be the only android.â
jisung meets their eyes, startled. dabin nods their head resolutely as if to offer comfort.
âi wonât shut down again.â and thatâs pretty much the closest thing to an apology and promise jisung will ever get from them.
@imperialdreams.
doyoung could swear itâs a miracle he hasnât 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 hasnât seen sooyoung since  Â
honestly, he doesnât remember. which makes being the bearer of bad news even worse.
their momâs reaction to news of their dadâs new girlfriend had been interesting. he frankly couldnât pinpoint her reaction for sure: it seems to have been a combination of annoyance, feigned disinterest and genuine confusion. all this drama and heâs vaguely confident in sooyoung remaining completely unaware of the new development in her fatherâs life.
the entire drive to sooyoungâs place is nerve-wracking and does nothing for his own self-esteem. their last personal encounter ended in one of their many fights and itâs no understatement to say heâs coming prepared this time around: if thereâs one thing he knows for sure, itâs that she wonât accept the presents sent by their father. knowing sooyoung, sheâll think itâs 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 sisterâs apartment and a girl â whoâs definitely not sooyoung â looking alarmed when she opens the door. itâs 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.
âmy bad, last i knew my sister was living here. you donât happen to know if she moved? nameâs kim sooyoung?â
querenciantâ:
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 canât 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 familyâs 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.Â
This event was repetitive and boring which had no end so when her vision is filled with the latterâs appearance, the heiress is somewhat relieved to find something new to distract herself. âChoi Hyemi, lovely name.â Eunha shortly complimented as she chuckled lightly at the womanâs conjecture, âIf others were to hear, theyâd bring upon fire and pitchforks.â Already enjoying the Hyemiâs company as she turned her head to gaze upon the heads of fellow nobles and more, âBeing 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.âÂ
Returning her attention towards the woman, Eunha smiled briefly before chuckling some more, âExcuse 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 youâre here with someone, I will have my assistant tell them that youâre with me unless you need to return, then by all means, I do apologize for taking your time Miss Hyemi.âÂ
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 â 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 didnât fully comprehend, wearing clothes that werenât 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 didnât escape her while she followed eunhaâs poignant glance towards the rest of the gathered crowd.
âi suppose some would beg to disagree. to be seen means one must have exposed their vulnerabilities â in the same way i stick out like a sore thumb due to my lack of experience.â nodding at the older womanâs words, hyemiâs 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. âmy escort is jungwoo yang. he surely wouldnât mind but i have no idea where he went off to earlier.â
hesitating just the slightest moment before straightening her posture, hyemi resolutely nodded to herself before meeting eunhaâs gaze again. âi would love to accompany you. i have never been to an auction before â perhaps you could show me the ropes?â
@riveiresâ.
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.
sheâs here because this warehouse is where dojin keeps all the pieces he doesnât have the heart to sell or the ones that havenât been presented to the public yet. itâs 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.
âhe knows i dislike waiting,â she mumbles to herself, lost in her thoughts while she passes by a few other complete works, âyet he keeps me waiting every time.â
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 itâs something worth her admiration: for someone who doesnât depend on human blood to get through the day, itâs considerably easier to mingle among those jaekyung would consider to be prey. but thatâs not the point.
casting an uneasy glance at the watch around her wrist, itâs with a frown she notices dojin still hasnât swung by. letting out a sigh, she notices a few rays of sunshine peeking in through the blinds   itâs 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.
zcilovsâ:
yejin still wasnât sure if she wanted to beat hyuckâs 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.
âi do, tons of other law students do. just because youâre too lazy to sit down and put your nose into books doesnât mean other people are.â 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 âutmost important for the examâ.
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.
âhyuck.â 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. âgive me five more minutes and iâll be there with you having a full on conversation but let me finish this.â her smile faltered as soon as her words were spoken and yejin was almost sure that the male wouldnât go through with this. hyuk had bothered her for the past hours and yejin was well aware he wouldnât 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 â 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 didnât? surely a smart person wouldnât miss out on much if they decided to take a day off for themselves, right? the whole idea of âwork hard, play hardâ striked him as odd and while he noticed yejinâs 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 yejinâs 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 wasnât going to spend another minute in this stuffy room.
âwhat are you going to do if i wonât let you?â
he was taking a risk, interrupting his friendâs business with such a pushy attitude. yejin owned a quick tongue but that didnât 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. âhow much more of your life will you waste behind a desk? donât you think you are being too much right now, asking me to waste my time as well?â
zcilovsâ:
(đ„đđđ€ đđ€) where things start  âč  @consilianâ ; surrounding hyunbin & jaehyun âș
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.Â
âhow do you do that, just, you know, sit down and read the same page like a hundred times?â it wasnât 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.Â
âiâm actually glad you did agree to come here to do whatever you need to do for university.â the male smiled slightly at the other. ânot like i can really leave the store without having to close it for business.âÂ
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 couldnât 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 wasnât interested in asking: questions that hyunbin probably wasnât 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.
âiâm pretty awful at this,â a poignant glance at the papers before his face splits into a small smile, âi get distracted very easily and i space out a lot. but my professor for creative writing said this isnât a bad thing â i just have to learn how to make use of it.â
âsome days, it comes naturally for me and that makes homework and studying a little easier. itâs kind of the same for you when you arrange a bouquet and have to stick to a particular color scheme.â thatâs jaehyunâs 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 weâve been writing for since this semester started,â a pleasing grin now settling on his face, jaehyun leaned back in his seat while fixating hyunbin with a curious look. âi chose your shop, but i wanted to let you read about it before i submitted it.â
inspired by this post.
hyemi lives in a boarding house with other people. they each have their own rooms facing the backyard but she doesnât enjoy staying indoors for too long.
sanna / hyunwoo / sieun live by themselves.
hyuck doesnât have a permanent place of his own so heâs usually stuck couch-surfing or staying over @ minjaeâs.
daehyun has a studio apartment but is rarely around due to overseas activities
ahyeon lives with her aunt, otherwise sheâs residing in a dorm.
miyoung lives with her mother but will occasionally sleep over at her sisterâs.
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 latterâs urging. however seungjae is rarely around and hanbyul likes to frequent minaâs bar rather than staying at home so these two donât see a lot of each other.
misun still lives with her parents and brothers. two out of three are currently in the military, so itâs 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 heâs taken refuge in his motherâs mansion.
kimoon lives with his very quiet dad. on some days, it feels like heâs all by himself.
wonwoo lives with his adoptive father in a small cottage on the outskirts of seoul.
special occasions.
@bergamotfeels.
âwhat are you doing here?â 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 canât help but wonder how many pranks which were specifically designed for her she must have endured on april foolsâ day throughout her life.
hanaâs 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 hadnât 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, heâs definitely not tongue-tied.)
âis it a birthday present?â hanaâs eyes narrow expectantly in a way that tells him not to take her words too seriously. if thereâs something he thinks heâs gotten better at picking up on, then itâs the moments when she uses (mostly gentle) quips to get her point across. thereâs not much of a difference to their usual banter but sheâll wear a small smile a little more openly like she has to let him in on a secret. itâs 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 thereâs a word for that specific feeling yanking at his heartstrings. (just please donât ask him to put a name to it.)
thereâs a pause. and then: âitâs your birthday?â
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 isnât 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 sheâs been spending with her boyfriend rather than her best friend but that means she wonât be out until she gets a call signaling her to get ready Â
âi do have something for you.â
that stops her mid-way into another explanation about why her siblings havenât 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. kimoonâs pretty sure she tries to hide a smile when she turns her back to him but heâll let her have this one.
âclose your eyes.â
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.
âwhat do you   â âless talking, more eyes closing.â
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.
âalright.â she closes her eyes and holds out her hand. âdo your worst.â
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.
âhappy birthday, hana.â
(itâs 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.)
// as with everything else i do.... i applied to this collective on a whim bc SOMEONE (@bergamotfeels) made it look fun so: hello hello! nameâs laura, i reside in gmt+1 which means iâm always utterly behind on everything but while weâre all quarantined, might as well get some good writing done, yes? that said, below the cut youâll find a list of plots iâm interested in!! feel free to like this post or come @ me in my ims to let me know if thereâs a plot that tickles your fancy :~)
plots and dynamics iâd 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, iâm 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.Â
Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet
good things...
even from a distance the main rotor whirrs harshly. anxiety and excitement tingle equally in the pit of yeonmiâs 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 doesnât understand.
âfather!â
her following words are drowned out in the ensuing chaos   the bodyguards stepping forward to do what theyâre 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 doesnât spare her a glance when he passes her by. the fluttering sensation in yeonmiâs stomach slowly disappears until her throat feels suspiciously tight and sheâs left standing there to watch her father and three bodyguards disappear behind a corner.
a number 12 hug w/ a muse of your pick. surprise me!
from here // no longer accepting // @querenciant.
âseo eunha! the certified devil in person, i canât believe   ouch!â
seojun is effectively hushed with seoyun briskly shoving her elbow into her older brotherâs ribs the moment they catch the gaze of the other heiress. after the day sheâs 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.
âplease donât take seojun seriously.â itâs 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, thereâs only so much one can take at a time. needless to say, sheâs thankful for the calming presence and the fact that at least one familiar face is present at todayâs gathering.
âyou know how he is.â
seojun, for all his bravado, looks strangely content with this development. if seoyun didnât know it any better, she suspects this was his front for attracting eunhaâs attention   and for all his flaws and the way he handles himself so clumsily, the business woman comes to the realization how heâs looking out for her. even if he does it in his a way she doesnât 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.
âiâll be leaving you to it, ladies.â and with that, heâs off and trailing after the waiter and another glass of champagne. seoyun can only follow her twinâs 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.
âseojun never changes, but thatâs half his charm.â
at that, eunhaâs 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. âitâs been a long time since iâve last seen you. tell me, howâs your mother doing? mine couldnât be present today but she sends her warmest regards!â
(the evening draws on but for a few hours, sheâs willing to forget her troubles.)
â in the mood for a hug and 69 chicken nuggets. â - hwi
@hwitelie
yeonmi has a nervous tick. and itâs entirely related to the fact her phone hasnât pinged all day long. honestly, what does she even have an instagram for if people donât 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 doesnât exactly do his part to keep her mind occupied.
âa hug?â she absentmindedly repeats, browsing through an online store to check on the latest shoe collection before pushing her phone into the older boyâs face with a curious raise of her brows. âwhich one of these do you think would look good on me? i canât wear heels that are too high but i really like these cute buckle pumps   â
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. âyouâre right, i should just buy them all!â
yeonmi still hasnât gotten used to the way hwiyoungâs 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 doesnât make her wait longer than three minutes in the future) which she honestly didnât take too well at the time.
yeonmi isnât patient and she wonât start changing for anyone, not even when heâs cute while looking like a deer caught in the headlights. a spontaneous thought comes to mind, then sheâs on her feet and holding out her phone-free hand enthusiastically.
âcome on, letâs get you these chicken nuggets!! iâll 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, letâs go!!â
really, hwiyoung doesnât stand a chance.
âalso, do you have an instagram? if not, you should make one!â