standing on the edge of space

jung wheein. twenty one. water witch. core member of baridegi historic society. "when you say 'yes' to others, make sure you aren't saying 'no' to yourself." — paulo coelho

[cvwheein]

* home

[cvwheein]

cvsojung:

(...)

“So, um,” Sojung began, trying to navigate this chaos – whichit definitely was, she practically had a heart attack and visited theafterlife, or so it had felt. “What are you doing here? Not that I’m not okay withyou coming by or anything but…” Still, she fumbled with the conversation andturned redder by several margins. Gods, why can’t she just be normal withWheein? Was it so hard for her to not be awkward? “Yeah…was there somethingyou need? I kinda panicked and didn’t catch what you said.” She admits, hermouth curling into a sheepish, but awkward, smile.

Relief washes over her like a waterfall and she fights the smile threatening to show itself on her face when it is proven that Sojung and her are on the same page regarding their past. It was good to know that she wasn't the only one who still kept their memories like this, and a foreign feeling crept up her heart. They weren't supposed to be doing this, were they? Keeping their memories of each other, of them, even after having broken up. At least for Wheein this was her first time still holdingonto the memories of their past relationship, quite literally. During pastbreak ups she had also let go of anything that reminded her of her ex, butSojung was quite the different case. Ever since Wheein met her, the brunette had always proven to be the exception to everything.

Feeling a little awkward all of a sudden as the memories once again begins flooding back, she clears her throat and shifts the weight on her feet from one to the other. Blinking her eyes a few times, she brings a hand up next to her face to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. No one speaks for a little while and silences between them used to be comforting, warm, but now she detects a little awkwardness in it, a sense of uncertainty. Wheein was hoping that they could overcome this awkwardness that she had felt for the first time in a long time with the other female, and that they could go back to being friends. She still held onto the hope and belief that they could, but the million dollar question was: did Sojung still want to be friends with her? The fact that she still kept the box full of their memories could be a good sign, so Wheein takes it as such.

She looks over at Sojung with a shy smile, the words spoken by the other makes her feel warm  and a little giddy inside as she looks at the content of the box again. Softness melts her expression and she looks up at Sojung again, just in time to hear a confession that she knows alltoo well. Pink dusts her cheeks with colors and she nods knowingly. "I...thought the same," she confesses too, feeling a little lighter in her heart and mind already. A small laughter bubbles past her lips then, at them and the current situation, not mockingly just in good fun. It was amusing really, how they could go from being so close to becoming strangers.

Upon the mention of the purpose of her visit, her expression becomes that of realization and she puts the box she held in her hand back in its place. "That's right, I, uh..." she takes off her backpack and places it on the ground as she squats down to its level. "You forgot your notes," she begins explaining as she rummages through her backpack, looking for said notes, "so I thought I'd bring them to you." Her reason for coming to see Sojung was fairly straightforward, yet at the same time she had thought of using the notes as an excuse to see her ex again. She wasn't sure if the brunette would've been willing to let her in if she didn't have a reason to be her other than the fact that she just wanted to see her again. Finally finding the papers, she stands up again and steps closer to the other, the notes held out in front of her. "Here you go."

[cvtaekwoon-blog]

elusive contemplation;

[cvwheein]

cvtaekwoon:

(...)

Flawlessly finishing the topping of the drink he was working on, the male unconsciously pursed his lips while pressing the plastic lid to the cup. Of course, he would just never admit that her gaze actually unnerved him.

Just no.

Wheein was hoping that the male wouldn't scold her for the disturbance. Taking a deep breath, she steels herself for what was to come while trying to control the pink coloring her cheeks. She's not sure what he would say, he didn't sound particularly annoyed but he didn't sound pleased either. Which was understandable, she thinks. She would've probably reacted the way he did if she found someone staring at her the way she stared at him.

But he's such an interesting character!

The scolding, like she had expected, never comes. Instead, he asks her a question, one she doesn't register right away. Her attention had been on anything and everything else but on him, but when he catches her off guard once again, she whips her head to look at him, eyes widened slightly in mild surprise.

"Ah, no not at all!" she replies before he takes the silence the wrong way, shaking her head a little. "You don't look weird, you look fine!" She catches herself in time in case she ends up saying something more embarrassing. "Uh, I mean... I didn't think you'd notice."

[cvtaekwoon-blog]

elusive contemplation;

(...)

It was when he finally got to make his twenty-fifth cup that day that their hands brushed against each other, and although he had continued working as if nothing had happened, he could feel her eyes on him again.

Between very subtly annoyed, mildly intrigued, and modestly curious, he turned his head and returned the look—and surprisingly caught her this time.

“…What?”

[cvwheein]

Wheein's curious nature has gotten her in all sorts of trouble but she never imagined that working at the campus café would provide something to piqué her curiosity.

But oh, was she wrong.

It wasn't as much as a what but a who. Said person was a senior to her, not only because he was older but also because he had been working at the café for quite some time now before she began. They had introduced themselves to each other but that was it. She had quickly found out that he wasn't talkative at all while working, which made her more interested.

She isn't sure what it is - a crush? Maybe that was going too far, but she was definitely intrigued. He was handsome, no doubt about that, and his hardworking attitude was a bonus.

While she glances at him every now and then, she makes sure he never catches her actually looking at him. Gods, that would be embarrassing if he did. So whenever she feels he's about to turn to look at her, she quickly averts her eyes and goes back to the task at hand. She's quite the hard worker herself so while she glanced at him occasionally she never let it affect the quality of her work.

A misstep on her part, their hands brushes against each other and she takes a sharp breath, hoping he wouldn't notice. She does glance up to look at him though, seeing his reaction only to find him looking straight at her. She feels her cheek heat up and she wished the ground would just swallow her whole.

"I... Sorry! I'm sorry for disturbing your work."

[cvsojung-blog]

no more heartbreak.

[cvsojung-blog]

(...)

“I missed you.” She hears herself speaking from far away; herbreath is hot, her eyes drift shut and she presses their foreheads together,like old times, before the kisses and the end of them. “I missed you so much.” Sojung thinks she’s muttering now,her head is in the clouds and she thinks only of her swollen lips and Wheein’sheartbeat. “I don’t want to mess this up again.” She confesses and relaxes herhands, feels it necessary to make an active attempt to not trap her (evenif she kind of, honestly, wanted to), and keeps her eyes closed. It’s the onlyway to preserve her sanity.

“Is this okay?”

[cvwheein]

Wheein is scared. Scared of pushing forward, to claim more than just the lips of the other (even though she wants to, even though she craves for more now). Yet she's also scared of letting go because letting go now could mean letting go of everything they ever had. She's scared to break the kiss, to lean back and see the other with an expression of finality that this was it, and they could never go back to what they once were. She revels in the attention she gets, forcing herself to just stop thinking for once and just enjoy the moment because it might be their last.

Sojung is humming against her lips which makes her smile into their kiss, leaning in closer because she just can't get enough of Sojung - everything from her soft lips, to the strong but comforting smell that she has associated with the older witch, and to the way she holds onto her hip. A small and gentle gasp escapes her lips when desperate and rough fingerscurls around her hip, but she quickly eases into the touch of the other. Wheein moves the other hand, her free hand, to grab at the other's jacket, tugging at it a little forcefully, bringing their upper body closer to each other as her desire grows stronger with every second.

"Hm?" her reply is half-hearted because she's too far gone into the kiss, getting lost in the sensation, clinging to the other both physically and metaphorically. She clings onto the other as if her life depended on it, clings to the memories of them and clings onto what they have now. The other's touch leaves a trail of fire burning her skin but she doesn't mind, in fact, she quite likes it. Loves it, even. In all her years of living, only a few people had this kind of effect on her; only a few people could make her lose her breath with only a single touch or a gentle stare. Wheein dares opening her eyes only when she feels Sojung's hand stop, and to see the other look back at her has her breath hitch. She looks beautiful. She gets the urge to grab the other's face in her hands and bring her in for more kisses but she never gets that far because now Sojung is talking.

Her throat is feeling dry, and she swallows in a weak attempt. It's the best thing she can do at the moment. She's still holding onto the jacket, the other hand that had previously rested on theother's neck joins in on grabbing a fistful of fabric of her jacket, and she holds onto Sojung like this as she tries to figure out where they go from here. Wheein wants nothing more than for them to retain their friendship first and foremost, but a part of her wants them to be more than that. Her eyes widens a little at the confession and she nearly bursts into tears.  To think that those three words could make her so emotional but then again it was Sojung. She always made Wheein feel things, intentionally or not.

"I missed you too," she mumblesoftly, like it's a secret only shared between them. Their foreheads areresting against each other and Sojung's hot breath is fanning across her face and she wants nothing more than to kiss away the doubt that the other has about this, about them. And despite her own insecurity and doubt, she wants to be there for Sojung, wants to show her, to tell her that she was willing to try. When it came to the other she was willing to do anything. But she doesn't know how to answer her question. Was this okay?It hadn't been too long since they broke up; the memory is still fresh in her mind and to go through that again... Wheein doesn't think she can handle it. Did she want this? Without even a second of hesitation, she would answer yes.

"I..." The words are stuck in her throat, not spilling out as she would want them to. And when all else fails, when words can't communicate your thoughts and feelings, action will speak louder than any words you could ever mutter, so she gently grabs Sojung's face and brings her in for another kiss.

[hillkittiwake]

Maybe we are not lovers but we are more than friends.

mine (via hillkittiwake)

[cvjongdae-blog]

Try Again

[cvjongdae-blog]

(...)

A part of him felt like it should be Jiho instead. She was the one who was hurt the most, and she deserved to know everything that had happened, but he also didn’t want to accidentally build her up only to bring her back down again. As much as he still cared and as much as she deserved the truth he was still adamant about his decision. There would be no second chance. At least with Wheein … well, he wasn’t quite sure why, but he felt like she was someone he could be a bit more honest with.

[cvwheein]

If Wheein were to be honest with herself, she would have to say that she never in her life imagined Kim Jongdae to turn to her for comfort or support. In fact, she had never even thought that they would become as close as they did during the time he dated her younger sister. While she wasn’t one to reject others, as social as she was, he didn’t seem like the type of person that she would have a long lasting friendship with.

But maybe that was about to change.

Closing the door behind him, she produces two glasses of cold water for them, putting them on the table as she watches him shuffle with the cards in his hands. She doesn’t comment on it, only raises an eyebrow and waits patiently until he puts them down is looks ready to talk again. She has to remind herself that he was probably nervous; trying to put herself in his shoes because she can’t say that she has ever been in a position like this one.

She feels her heart clench a little at his despondent mood, both his words and his actions really getting to her. She’s silently listening to him talk, nodding occasionally to let him know that she was listening. She wants him to let most, if not all, of his emotions out and it might be too much to ask for given his situation but trust doesn’t come easy. Jongdae, of all people, should know that. She sees him struggle with himself, but she also sees him being honest and upfront, and she really appreciates that. Knowing that he’s genuine in his quest of wanting to retain their friendship was a good sign, a plus in her books.

She was just hoping that this honesty would last in the long run.

It lookslike it’s her turn now. He’s fallen silent, and he has yet to look at her even once but she doesn’t mind. Reaching out a hand, she places hers on top of his and gives it a gentle, reassuring squeeze. “Thank you,” her voice is soft, almost inaudible, but she’s sure to get the message across and she’s sure he picked up on it either way.

“Thank you for being honest with me,” she continues, looking at him until he decides tolook her in the eyes, “I really appreciate that. And thank you for considering my feelings as well, I… I didn’t think you would, you know, come to me to apologize. I hadn’t – didn’t think you would because frankly this isn’t about us but more about you and my sister. So that was unexpected. To see you showing up on my door like that.” A small chuckle. “I do miss talking to you too,” she finally admits, the corner of her lips curving up in a small smile, “so if you still want to, we can still be friends. I’d like that.”

[cvjiho-blog]

ashes to ashes ( kjh & jwi )

[cvjiho-blog]

(...)

“i’m sorry. i couldn’t tell you. by being a member, i agreed to never speaking about it to anyone, that including my family members. the only reason why mum knows is because she used to be a member…” she mumbles, sounding a lot like someone who’s desperately looking for excuses. “so she already knows about the order and how it works anyway. i’m sorry, wheein. i really wanted to tell you.”

[cvwheein]

It’s unfair.

Wheein knows she’s being incredibly unfair to her younger sister about everything but for a moment, she just felt betrayed, and she just wasn’t quite sure how to handle being shot down by the one she loved the most twice. She’s suddenly reminded of when Jiho rejected her invitation of bonding, the heartbreak that came with it and how hurt she had been the following weeks, and while she had eventually grown to accept that her sister was a person of her own now, it was stilldifficult to let go of their close bond. The younger had always been following in Wheein’s footsteps, quite literally too sometimes, that it was weird to not have her following all the time. But that was to be expected, wasn’t it, when Jiho turned into a familiar rather than a witch like herself.

Maybe Wheein was the one who couldn’t let go of the past.

It’s a new sensation, the jealousy, the irritation, her being unfair and nearly demanding Jiho to explain herself while she was the one who probably started this all what with her eavesdropping on her younger sister’s conversation and then acting like nothing happened. Gosh, you’re shameless Jung Wheein. It’s uncharacteristic of her, and she feels sick of herself for letting it go this far, and her usual calm and composed nature was thrown out the window, replacedby something far uglier, something she had hoped and wished would never surface but was on the brink of it.

But then her sister, her sweet, kind and loyal younger sister, is standing there infront of her, taking all the blame for this happening, and Wheein can’t doanything but to watch and play along.

(That’s a lie, she can do something about it, but she chooses not to, and that’ll be a decision she’ll regret for the rest ofher life.)

She’s aware that she hasn’t said anything in a while, just standing there, listening to the younger trying to defend herself and her actions, trying to justify why she never told her sister anything – as if she had to, Wheein thinks bitterly, mad at herself for putting the younger in this position and for not being the sister that she should’ve been by interrupting and telling Jiho the truth. Her eyes widen a little at the new information but at this point, she figured something like that was plausible. And it made sense too, for their mother to have been a part of the Order because how else would’ve Jiho had been introduced to said coven and why would the younger go to their mother for advice if it wasn’t because their mother knew about the coven and their activities?

She lets out a breath that she didn’t know she was holding, having calmed herself considerably during the time Jiho was talking. Her expression is unreadable but she’s not looking at her sister. She finds interest in the ground all of a sudden, mumbling a “I guess we’re even now” under her breath, still conflicted over her emotions because a part of her wants the younger to hear but another part wants her to not.

[cvwheein]

I’m so sad about the news of Coven closing because I’ve come to love this roleplay, the characters and the muns. Thank you, admod team, for this place where we can unleash our creativity and have fun. I wish you all the best and hopefully one day Coven will come back ♥

I’m so happy to see that a few numbers of people are planning to continue threads because I plan on doing the same thing! Wheein has quite a number of unfinished business lol so we’re not going anywhere anytime soon <;

[cvwheein]

* home

[cvsojung-blog]

(...)

Her heart seemed to stop in her throat and she couldn’t lookaway, so she stood there with her hands dipping into her pockets, concealingthe way her fingers anxiously curled into fists. “…Are you upset with me forkeeping it?” She asked this quietly, nervous and afraid that she had guessedright because honestly, she didn’t know if she could throw their memories away, even if Wheein demanded her do it.

[cvwheein]

Wheein has a very bad habit of sticking her nose in places it didn’t belong; a habit that didn’t seem to diminish by the years, but only seemed to grow stronger, and it rarely ended well for either parties involved, especially not the blonde, but she never learns her lesson and again and again does she do the same thing. Again, she stands there a little dumbfounded and feeling a little lightheaded, having interfered in matters that didn’t concern her but the stubborn part of her argues that it does concern her, because the box that she’s currently holding (at one point she had actually picked the box up and was staring at it like she had just seen a ghost) is filled to the brim with memories and not just any memories, no, memories of their time together from the very beginning of their friendship, to the time when they transitioned into a romantic relationship and up until their breakup last year.

It’s so sudden, and the feelings are so overwhelming and she thinks she can feel the tears pricking in her eyes, threatening to spill but she wipes them away with the sleeves of her sweater before Sojung can see her crying over their memories. The initial shock and surprise of finding the box slowly subdues, and a new feeling takes over. She suddenly feels a little conflicted but also honored in a way, she feels sad and happy at the same time. Sad because it reminds her of what they had and what they didn’t have now, but also happy because she kept their memories, and hopefully one day they could both look back at them fondly and reminisce. But maybe it was too early to do that now.

The contradictions in her emotions make her sigh and tilt her head, mind full of questions that makes her head spin a little. She’s not aware of her surroundings, and therefore did not realize that Sojung had come back from the bathroom again and thus catching Wheein in the act. She looks up from the box, eyes widen slightlyand heats crawls up her cheek because what would Sojung think about her now?  Surely she knew of Wheein’s curious nature, and while it might’ve been alright – to a certain extent – for the blonde to be snooping around in the other’s stuff while they were still on good terms with each other, their relationship was a far cry from what it had been before and it wasn’t quite acceptable for her to act the way she did now.

“Sojung…” the name comes from her lips almost breathy and just above a whisper, her voice cracks ever so slightly and it’s almost as if she forgot how to speak for a second. She’s nervous all over again, scared even, at the consequences and what Sojung would do now. But she doesn’t do any of the things Wheein thinks she would. Instead, she asks if Wheein is upset with her and the blonde nearly asks her to repeat the question because she couldn’t believe what she had just said. “Upset?” she repeats and then shakes her head to reassure the other that she wasn’t. “Of course not! Gods no, I could never- Why would I be upset? I mean I-“ stopping herself mid-sentence she shies away from looking at Sojung and she falls silent as her eyes wanders down to the box again. Her next words are spoken softly, asif it was a secret only the two of them knew. “I… I did the same. I kept our memories, I mean.”

[cvbaekhyun-blog]

— minor accidents;

(...)

biting backa sigh at this thought, he makes sure the smile curves right back onto hislips. baekhyun knows that there’s no need to act in front of wheein, but hedoesn’t want to trouble her after she already helped him out. “wheein~”, hejust says, voice whiny and too loud in the quiet space, “aren’t you tired? let’stake a break!” he presses his hands together pleadingly, “i can’t keep workingon this any longer. we should get something to eat or to drink, hm?”

[cvwheein]

At this point, anyone who knew Wheein or had even heard about the water witch knew that she spent an unimaginable amount of time in the library. Some might’ve even caught her falling asleep in one of the many corners of the massive space or with her form hunched over a table, head resting on the current book she was reading before sleep overtook her.

Now she was back again but this time she wasn’t alone, and this time she wasn’t the one who had initiated the visit to the library.

(Shocking, she knows).

Her company and friend had asked her for help, and while she didn’t even took the class of dream arts, she had still dabbled into the chapters of the book in her spare time and could help him to a certain extent. She wasn’t one to turn down a friend when they asked for help, after all. The quiet of the library space with the occasional sounds of pages flipping or pen to paper is comforting to her and only motivates her to study more.

And while the blonde was able to concentrate for hours, studying topics that she found interesting, her friend didn’t seem like he could sit much still any longer. She senses him taking a pause, a small smile pulling at the corner of her lips but she doesn’t break her concentration, doesn’t look up from her books until he calls her name in the most whiny tone he could muster and too loud to be considered appropriate inside the library.

A giggle escapes her lips and she finally puts her pen down and gives him attention. Stretching her hands in the air, she nods in agreement. “Sure, a break sounds good.” More importantly, snacks sounded really good right now. Standing up, she gets ready to head to the market, waiting for Baekhyun so they could walk together. “Ready to go?”

[cvsojung-blog]

no more heartbreak.

[cvsojung-blog]

(...)

Her lips are soft. Sojung had always felt like she was meltingwhenever they kissed, and now that she could feel Wheein’s heartbeat throughher skin and smell the sweetness of the pineapple juice she might as well giveaway and beg for this temporary happiness to give her mercy. Sojung relaxes her hold on her andalthough she knows her lips are dry and tastes of soju and weed, she praysthat Wheein won’t pull away. Even if it’s for few seconds, she wants to be withher like this, if only for one more time. Then, if she wanted to, they couldforget about this and try to become friends, even if she has to hide these feelings.

[cvwheein]

Wheein can’t remember the last time she had been this nervous, and how fitting it was for the girl who could make her laugh until she bent over with tears in her eyes; whose delicate and loving touch sent shivers down her spine and had her lean incloser into the other’s warm embrace; whose love had her giggling like madbecause she couldn’t believe how lucky she was to have someone like Sojung by her side; how fitting it was for the very girl who had made the blondeexperience all these amazing feelings now made her incredibly nervous by doing nearly nothing.

That wasn’t quite true. Sojung did do something that made her heart squeeze painfully and for a split second she wonders if she had overstepped the boundaries of what they were supposed to be at the moment. She hesitated, and Wheein nearly retracts her hand up decides against it, wanting to give the brunette some time. Maybe she was getting ahead of herself. She couldn’t expect the other to be cool with each other now and act like they hadn’t been intimate with each other just a few months back. It was a huge change in their relationship and she knew it took time to adjust to how their relationship was so different now from before. It might seem like she’s doing fine, but she still found herself reverting back to old habits every now and then until she had to stop and remind herself that she and Sojung weren’t together anymore and that always broke her heart a little every time.

So she sits there, silently, patiently, waiting for Sojung to do or say something. She had all the time in the world, always did, if it involved the brunette. Wheein could sit there long into the night if it meant she could spend more time with the other. Her name is spoken, and she stares instinctively at the other’s mouth, watching as they move again and hearing her name spilling from those lips has her almost mesmerized, her heartbeat increasing and she thinks that she really, really wants to kiss Sojung but she doesn’t dare move. She doesn’t want to scare her off as she thinks she already did when she tried getting closer.

But when she is held by the chin and Sojung is looking at her with the same kind of desire she believes her own eyes holds she nearly stops breathing altogether and every thought of how afraid she was to push forward and the consequences of becoming closer again is thrown out the window when the brunette confesses her deepest, darkest secrets. Wheein can feel her cheeks burn a little at the intimacy of their positions and the words shared because she shouldn’t want for this to happen, but she couldn’t help herself. She didn’t want Sojung to stop either and that was the truth that she had been scared to admit to herself, but now that it was out in the open, and she knew the feeling was mutual, she felt more at peace. Relieved, even.

Closing her eyes, she relaxes and leans into the kiss because as much as it shouldn’t be, what with the current state of their relationship, it’s a familiar territory, one that Wheein always had taken comfort in. Inhaling the strong scent of the other, lips tasting of soju and weed, the kiss is imperfect and flawed quite like their relationship but she didn’t want it any other way. She’s not sure what Sojung had intended to do after they kissed but she do know that she wants more of it. Growing bolder and a bit greedier by the second, she reaches out a hand to rest it on the back of the other’s neck and pulls her even closer to deepen the kiss. Her heart is hammering against her ribcage and she’s sure the brunette could hear it too, and it feels like their first kiss all over again. It had been sweet and wonderful in its own way, and it was a memory that Wheein would always remember.

[pbsnajeong-blog]

🌺 new creations.

(...)

“Melissa officinalis–  lemon balm.” She points at the leaves with her pencil, directing Wheein’s attention towards it. “It’s supposed to help with concentration and stress relief. I figure it’s something a lot of people would be interested in– I just need to test it out and see how well it works. Would you be willing to help? I’m thinking a syrup with honey, or maybe a tea. The leaves have a lemon-y scent to it, so I’ll make sure it won’t taste absolutely horrible. For you, at least.” Everyone else can choke on it if they feel the need to complain, as far as she’s concerned. 

@cvwheein

[cvwheein]

Despite how talented of a witch she was and diligent she was as a student, there was always at least one thing that the young witch struggled with and her skills in said class wasn’t as up to par with the other classes as she had wanted to. From day one, Wheein had found potionmaking intriguing, as she often did with new and interesting things, but for some reason couldn’t always quite get the result that she wished for. As she continued practicing she gradually got better but still after six years of attending the school, six years of sudying and repetition, her skills in potionmaking was still mediocre at best. At least compared to the standards she had for herself.

Baridegi presented a whole lot of locations and thus, opportunities, for the young witch to explore, and explore she did. Granted, she went to some places more often than others and the herb garden wasn’t high on her list of places to visit because compared to the mountain temple and the caves, the herb garden was closer to school than the rest, and she enjoyed exploring the places that were further off. But when a friend invites her to join in on research, she can’t say no. Besides, it was a good opportunity to spend more time with the older female, who rarely ever left her room to begin with.

Which is how she ended up at the herb garden with a pencil in one hand and a notebook in the other, absorbing all the information that Bitna provides her with, writing them down so she can remember them and study them a bit more on her own later. They occasionally switch it up between small talk, more like Wheein talking and the older female giving advice every now and then, and educational information. Her eyes focuses on the leaves that the older female points to as she nods to Bitna’s every word, showing that she was indeed paying attention. She scribbles down some points before she looks up again, this time her attention is focused on Bitna and she grins enthusiastically, happy with the thought of the older female asking for her assistance. “Of course, I’d love to help!”

[cvjaehwan-deactivated20161024]

♫ EVERYTHING STAYS, BUT IT STILL CHANGES

(...)

“Did you see that?” He asked, squinting between the trees.  It was an effortless lie, and a harmless question, something of a ploy to see if she’d follow him into the arms of potential, but improbable (because it was mostly made up) danger.  Closing his damp book, Jaehwan climbed to his feet and started onward, looking back with a hopeful smile only once he’d fully entered the forest.

“Come on, let’s go!”

[cvwheein]

Studying and being outside was two of the water witch's favorite things to do, so when one combined the two one would get a very content and happy water witch indeed. Which was also her current mood as she was situated on the shared blanket with a book on her lap, one hand holding a pencil so she could mark anything that she found interesting and wanted to take notes of later and the other hand reaching out for snacks to bring up to her mouth. She was leaning against a tree that casted a shadow on them and the several books that was strewn around them, the gentle breeze caressing her skin and Wheein couldn't ask for anything better.

When she enjoys herself, she doesn't keep track of the time but at one point she looks over at her company only to see him dozing off and she can't help but to smirk a little at the sight. Wasn't he the one who had dragged her out here to study? Oh well, he was the one who spent his time in vain. Though as soon as she had that thought she yawned, silently cursing herself and willing herself to not take a nap. But gods know that Jung Wheein loves taking naps. Rubbing her eyes she goes back to reading but if the yawn wasn't a warning enough that sleep would soon overtake her, nothing else was.

The blonde ends up losing the battle against sleep and soon dozes off too, head resting against tree, angled at a rather uncomfortable position but she really couldn't care less. The book she was reading still rests on her lap, pencil having slipped past her now limp fingers and rolled off on the blanket. She's not sure how long she's asleep but at one point someone - most likely Jaehwan. It's probably Jaehwan, who else could it be? - calls her name and she slowly rouses awake albeit reluctantly. That had been such a good nap too! A soft nudge by the shoulder follows suit and the male was probably growing impatient so sheforces herself to open her eyes to see what all the ruckus was about.

"What?" is her immediate response once she's awake, although not quite fully awake yet. Everything's going so fast, he'sgoing to fast that she can't quite keep up with him and a surprised and confused 'what' escapes her lips as she watches him reach out for her backpack without her permission. She doesn't bother reacting, him already having found what he was looking for though she doesn't appreciate him reaching for her personal belongings the way he did. "What's going on? Why are you being so..." annoying is what she wanted to say but she bites back her words, "restless?" she got a million questions in her head and she's asking them all without a break, wanting answers.

She literally just woke up to this mess of a situation - whatever the situation was that made the male so restless - and she is not pleased to find her only company being everywhere with his words and actions and not making any sense. Reaching her hand out, she pries her phone away from his hand and checks it as if that would help her understand the situation better. She doesn't notice anything unnatural with her phone so she shoots him a dirty look but before she can ask him what everything is about he's talking again. Whipping her head, she tries to follow his line of sight, but whatever it was that he saw, she couldn't see it.

"Are you playing a joke on me?" but this time too she doesn't get an answer to her question because there he goes, leaving her sitting there dumbfounded. What is wrong with him? She really doesn't want to leave all their stuff there without supervision but she's also damn curious about whatever it was that he saw, so it only takes her a few seconds to make up her mind. Closing her book, she throws it aside and jumps up to follow him deeper into the forest.

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⸢lip locked⸥

(...)

The thing was she left with no explanation. It just kinda happened and she left so Junho was left to his own thoughts and had to come to a conclusion himself. It happened early in the morning so there were no witnesses, but it would have turned some heads for people to see Wheein kissing him since most knew that Junho was emotionally constipated. The thing was after three hours Junho still couldn’t come to a conclusion as to why that happened. Now he’s just staring at the phone, and waiting for a reply, or any kind of indication from Wheein about what that was all about. 

[ sms → weezing ] explanation 

[ sms → weezing ] now 

[ sms → weezing ] please

[cvwheein]

Wheein rarely gets embarrassed, and even at times that she does, she still takes it quite well. But this time was not like any other times. This time, the blonde can't for the life of her remember how she even got in a bet with her other friends and how she had lost too. She'snot exactly shy either, so the punishment wasn't too bad per se, but that also depended heavily on the person in question, whom she admittedly didn't know who it would be before early in the morning before classes started. Of course, her friends would be super strict about it, to the point where one of them even followed after her to see whether or not she would go through with it. There really was no escaping it now.

Taking a deep breath, she prepared herself for what she was about to do but the moment her brown orbs lays upon the first student she sees when she walks out of her room she wants to turn on her heels and run away. And she would've too, had it not been for her friend who quite literally grabbed her by the arm and pulled her around, pushing her in the direction of the unsuspecting male. Closing her eyes, she wished that she could just be swallowed up by the ground so she could escape this embarrassing moment that was about to unfold, heat already slowly but surely creeping up her cheeks.

Wanting to get over with it, she had nearly run up to him, muttering a soft 'sorry' before pressing her lips against his and disappearing for class. She could only use the classes as an excuse for so long before she had to face him again and she wished the classes would last longer. She knew she had to explain it to him either way, it was inevitable. She couldn't let her childhood friend go around being confused like that but god how embarrassed she was to face him again after what happened. Wheein crossed her fingers and could only hope that he would be understanding of her situation.

Frowning, a sigh escapes her lips when she reads the messages from him. But it seemed likeshe was right, about him being confused and not understanding what had happened.

( txt: junGO ) meet me at the courtyard?

( txt: junGO ) i'll explain everything i promise

Taking a deep breath, she puts her phone back in the pocket of her jacket and gathers her textbooks slowly, taking her time putting them in her backpack as she's  still trying to delay seeing him but their meeting was now set in stone and there was no escaping it. Might as well just get over with it.

[rytaria-blog]

🔪 assumed duty.

[rytaria-blog]

(...)

“You’ve advertised yourself as personal help, whether you intended to or not. And I’m already here, so– might as well get this over and done with before it goes nasty. I don’t want to bleed out on your floor and I’m sure you don’t want to clean it up either.” Hyuna continues to make herself at home in the room of someone that barely can even be counted as an acquaintance, using the desk in the room as her seat as she unwraps the scarf around her hand.

[cvwheein]

Wheein isn't beyond helping people, not at all, but when certain people (read: Hyuna) shows up on her door in the middle of the night and selfishly demands that the younger female heal her up after what Wheein is sure is a result of her own carelessness, the blonde isn't too happy about that. Especially how she was so rudely woken up and the older female doesn't seem to feel even the tiniest of guilt for nearly barging into her room like that. Not that she had expected anything else from the other female, but you know, a girl can dream.

Wheein visibly cringes at the overly enthusiastic greeting that comes from the metal witch because it's so uncharacteristic, coming from the older female of all people, and she could sense how false it sounded on her lips, though her thoughts are quickly distracted when her eyes falls upon the rather poorly bandaged hand and she grimaces at the sight of it. Ouch, that must've hurt.

A resigned sigh escapes her lips as the other brushes past her and invites herself into her room. Now she definitely didn't have much of a choice, not that the older female gave her much room to work with to start. Closing the door behind, she turns around only to find the metal witch already having made herself at home in Wheein's apartment.

"I never expected you to seek me out again after that one time," she admits with a low chuckle as she makes her way to the bathroom and returns with a towel in her hand. The towel was about to get thrown into the washing machine either way so the blonde isn't worried about getting blood all over it. "And since when did helping someone once meant that I was advertising myself as personal help?" Quirking an eyebrow, she walks over to where the older female was sitting and plops down on the chair in front of the table, placing the towel on her lap before she carefully reaches out for the injured hand.

A soft gasp escapes her lips as she examines the wound and she looks up at the metal witch with curiosity written on her face. "Do I want to know what happened or should I not ask?" she squints her eyes before she starts the healing process by hovering  a hand over the injury, the other is holding Hyuna's hand in place.

[cvwheein]

jung wheein in a nutshell

“Hi, Whee In-ah. I hope you keep the same (more or less) balanced mind and continue working hard, going straight ahead. Don’t be shaken. I hope you will go down your path with conviction. Let’s treat the people around us well.”

— wheein’s letter to herself

[cvwheein]

* home

[cvsojung-blog]

(...)

“Wheein? What… What are you doing here?” Stuttering,her system went into overdrive; her heart thundered in her chest and her cheekswarmed cruelly. She was not in a state to talk to her ex, the facial mask feltlike glue stuck to her face and without noticing it she took a few steps backsto just put space between them, slightly horrified and completely embarrassed. “I– um, whatever you need – well, you can come in, but,” She was panicking slightly. Her books shuttered as her magiclost stability and suddenly dropped to the ground. “I…I will be right back.”She needed to escape because if she’s going to face Wheein (oh god, please letthis not hurt) she might as well attempt to preserve her dignity first, so shefled to the bathroom, leaving the other girl alone.

[cvwheein]

Nothing in the world could've prepared her to face her ex again. No spells, no potions, no magic, no life hacks - nothing. Nothing could've prepared her for the sting in her heart of seeing the one she cherished so up close, granted with a sheet mask covering her face, but it was impossible for the blonde to not recognize the brunette underneath the beauty mask. She had once spent hours upon hours studying that very face, after all, peppering feather light kisses on her skin until they both broke out in unstoppable giggles. Nothing could've prepared her for the longing she felt, and the fact that she couldn't hold Sojung in her arms again like she used to made everything a little worse.

But she forces herself to look into her eyes, forces herself to smile politely despite the storm inside her heart because Sojung is just as speechless as her, if not even more so, and as she was the one who made her journey to the other's room, she feels like she should take responsibility and carry on the conversation. Even before she could answer the question of what she was doing there, standing in front of the door to the room of her ex, the other female is slowly backing away and for a brief second the hurt and confusion is shown on her face. Was it that bad to have her show up on her door? Then she takes another glance at Sojung and the pieces fall into place and everything makes more sense. She suddenly feels embarrassed for having even thought that Sojung would dismiss her like that.

"Thanks," she mutters under her breath because she can't trust her voice to work properly, and even when she mutters she can hear her voice crack. Hopefully, the brunette was too busy and caught up in her own things to take notice. Stepping inside the room, there's a sense of familiarity because Wheein had been here several times, had even spent nights over at Sojung's place. But now, with how their relationship was now, it felt a little awkward. She couldn't make herself feel at home anymore, didn't have the right to. Her shoes are left by the door and she slowly makes her way to the middle of the room, left to her own devices as the other escaped to the bathroom. Looking around, everything seemed to be the same since the last time she visited. Bending down, she picks up the booksthat had fallen to the ground, and she puts them gently on the desk, a small, fond smile on her face as she looks at what Sojung had been doing before she interrupted.

Not wanting to sneak a peek in her notebooks, she takes a step back and let her eyes wander to the rest of the room. Her eyes falls upon the bookshelf, more specifically, a very familiar looking box with its lid resting askew on the top. Part of the contents peeked through the crack and she nearly stops breathing when she thinks she recognizes it. She closes the distance in a few steps and while she had told herself to not snoop in other people's things, her curiosity is burning too much for her to not investigate further. The lid easily comes off with a gentle push and she takes a sharp breath at what her eyes laid upon.