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@dasom-jju
Out of Hiatus
Yay! I'm finally out of my hiatus, and I'm back at Jeonjin for good~
I'll definitely try to get to my replies as quickly as I can, but please bear with me. There's also the starters that I need to start, and replies I have to get to, and I promise to do all that when I get to my laptop.
P.S. I'm sooo happy that I passes all my finals! And college has been stressful, but good enough that it's not as bad as I thought the semester will be. It's good to be back. (:
Semi-Hiatus
I'll try to get on as much as I can and reply to all my messages asap. I also have some of my replies in my drafts, so I will finish that, too.
Wish me luck ^^
I stay foolin'
work buddies || Dasom & Kyuhyun
It had become more of a ritual for Kyuhyun to hide his signs of fatigue. As he stood in front of the men’s bathroom, he softly patted some powdered foundation under the dark circles of his eyes and around the sickly complexion of his face. A sigh escaped him whilst he contemplated Suji getting mad for stealing her make up. Not that he thought it mattered, considering she has enough to fill a whole shelf in a convenience store. Looking at him for the second time, it would have been hard to page the male to have been tired or even in the slightest bit unwell. A smile appeared on his face upon witnessing the satisfactory result of the mystical product. He knew it would be a good investment, albeit something considerably girly.
He briefly recollected the disdain he felt towards his alarm clock which woke him at precisely 8pm. Kyuhyun assumed he would be accustomed to the insanity of his sleep pattern, alas he constantly, and secretly reiterated the thought of quitting or finding another job. Not that he would gain any extra sleep had he decided to quit… But it was complete bullshit. Be that as it may, Kyuhyun stepped out of the bathroom and back into the luster of the blue neon lighting. A hand lifted towards his face as he felt an aching pain from his forehead. Perhaps it was the lack of sleep, perhaps it was his ill health. Either way, Kyuhyun needed to move and serve the customers.
As he made his way to the front of the kitchen, one of the chefs requested him to take the order to the most inner part of the club. Kyuhyun seldom went to the VIP section of Bonamana due to its exclusivity; but he noticed most of the people who reserve such a spot are rich or of high social status. Most busboys and busgirls disliked to wait on the customers due to their rude and demanding nature. Kyuhyun didn’t expect this night to be any different. Heaving a defeated sigh, he made his way into the VIP section and brought the food platter to the instructed table.
Whilst there he witnessed Dasom, the new hostess being harassed by her customer. The well-dressed man had failed even the tiniest bit of discretion when he slipped his hands down to her thigh and ventured close to the most intimate crevices of the young girls body. Kyuhyun had thought ‘Summer’ to be utterly brainless, considering her high status — the fact of being the president’s daughter alone meant she shouldn’t even be in such a place. Not that her desire to rebel with such desperation was any surprise to him. Without a word, he pushed the platter of expensive delicacies in front of the two.
He couldn’t conceive the compassion to be hurt by the man’s cold-hearted glare. Instead, he merely looked down upon him with a scrutinizing gaze. What a wanker, He thought to himself before bending down to whisper softly in his ear: “Ahjussi… You paid for her to be your host, not your prostitute. Don’t make yourself look so desperate.” He slowly lifted his head do see a flushed summer — he could tell she was ashamed. Before he could spare himself of the scene, the man grabbed Kyuhyun’s wrist in a shaking rage,
As the scene in front of her continued on, Dasom got it through her head, to get it together. One of her, not-so-many, friends may be in deep trouble, and it was all because of her. She stood up beside the two men, still unsure of what to do, but just doing without thinking.
She quickly grabbed the cold, silver water pitcher, dumping its contents onto the man. Goodbye designer clothes.
"Ahjussi! Get it together. You could go to-" Dasom said with disgust in her tone, her words interrupted as she saw something at her peripheral vision.
Before the sleazy, old man could say anything, Dasom and Kyuhyun's manager had arrived at the scene, completely distraught, as his eyes widened into the size of saucers over his rimmed glasses.
"You little brats!" he yelled, walking into the room, looking around to see any damages. Quickly, though, he stopped beside the guest, another surprise for him, just to see the "important" man soaked in ice cold water.
The man, however, still angered by the two's actions, moved his tightly clenched hands, towards the manager's ironed button-up. "What kind of workers do you have here?" he asked, pulling the manager's shirt closer, their faces inches apart. "Do you pay these losers for this kind of work?" he continued, shoving Kyuhyun from his side. "Talking back to a customer, then dumping cold water? I demand him to be fired!"
"Hey!" Dasom quickly hissed, the man getting on the last of her nerves already.
"Shut up! Both of you." the manager quickly commanded, loosening himself from the guest. "I'm so sorry, sir. I'll make sure this never happens again." he bowed deeply. "I'll make sure that our club compensates you for your clothes and any damages. Now, excuse me, sir, while I take care of some business to punish these two."
Tch, the club won't even be able to pay it in a week, Dasom noted. But before she could say anything, she was being pulled alongside Kyuhyun out of the VIP room.
After arriving at the manager's office, the four-eyed creature slammed the door behind him, outraged by Dasom and Kyuhyun's performance as workers of the club. "You are lucky to get out of there alive!" he raised his voice, once again.
"It was the dirty old guy's fault! I did not sign up for sexual harassment!" Dasom retorted, her patience quickly going astray.
"I'm sorry it happened to you." he said nonchalantly, making Dasom flabbergasted by his comment, like it was a normal thing that happened. "You're fired." he pointed to Kyuhyun, Dasom's only close friend from the club.
just a crush || Dasom & Kris
"Okay class, I will see you all again next Tuesday. Don't forget to turn in your five page essay." the professor said, before making his not-so grand exit, almost falling off the steps towards the door.
With a short sigh, Dasom followed the flock of students making their way out of the lecture room. She seemed unsettled, bumping into one of her classmates, as the class' essay for the next meeting kept going through her mind. But being her, she looked at the guy she hit, raising her eyebrows, as he seemed to be waiting for something. Rolling her eyes, she moved past the crowd, taking a turn in the hallway, as she walked out of the building.
Respect. What is respect? she kept thinking in her head, getting interrupted with the mention of her name, as the guy she bumped into was saying something to his group of friends.
With another sigh, she kept walking, trying to get away from those people, before the sight of the campus cafe came into view. Smiling, Dasom checked the time on her phone, making sure she had enough time to catch up on her latest drama, before her next class started in an hour.
The familiar ringing bell, as she pulled open the glass door, chimed into her ears harmoniously, before she let herself in, feeling the warmth of the cafe already. She continued on towards the counter, her order already in mind, as she waited patiently behind two other customers.
To keep herself busy, she tried to fish for her wallet from her purse, having to pick up her beloved journal, before she finally came across the darned thing. It always made her slightly nervous whenever she couldn't find her wallet. How then would she pay for her treat?
With a deep voice getting closer and closer, as it was finally her turn to order, memories of certain sunbae has come across her mind, reminding her of the times she respected this senior more than anyone.
"K-Kris sunbae?" she asked the obvious, being face to face, with an even taller senior, someone that she used to adore so much in high school. "It really is you!" she exclaimed with a big smile on her face, after checking the older male's appearance to make sure it was him, seeing some slight differences from the way he looked before. It wasn't the bad kind of different, it was good. Better, even.
Good Company ;; BMA&KDS
Damn, why didn’t she study that night? Minah scrunch her forehead together so that wrinkle line appear. Ugh, be prepare for a big fat F - she warned herself silently. Taking her pencil she began to doodle in what she assume was the correct answer. History was never her best subject to begin with.
"Ahh~" she yawn. With her fingers interlacing with one another she stretch them high above her head. "That test was killer." Minah was usually a studious student the night before a test. However, she couldn’t pass up on the biggest party that one of the club was throwing - she just couldn’t. Walking out the building she took a glance around her surrounding, today was going to be just one of those days.
Skipping across campus she scanned her surrounding for any familiar faces, but what caught her attention wasn’t just a someone but a place. Dandy Candy; it literally felt like the Candy Shop was calling out to her. Running towards the place like a little girl, she stared at the place in awe. “How long have I’ve been here and I’ve never seen this place?!” Minah open the door and walked on in, being greeted by the employee. “Hello,” she bowed at the workers.
Her foot steps echo around in the candy shop; of course no one would be here so early in the morning. For once Minah felt like she was in her own world - it felt like this place actually belong to her. “Excuse me miss?” Immediately she snap out of her trance and look at the fair brunette standing in front of her. “Oh yes?” she responded back. “Did you need help with anything? I saw you just standing there and though you might needed a help or two.” Minah couldn’t help but just smile at her, it was nice of her to offer her assistance, but she really did come at a bad time. “No thank you. I was just thinking thats all.”
Minah eye stared at the big lollipop in awe, it was looking more tasty the longer she eyed it. She grabbed the giant chupa chup and smile at it, like it was some diamond ring that she received from her imaginary lover. Holding the lollipop she walked over towards the counter to pay for her candy.
”Thank you! Please come again.” Minah smiled as she walked out of Dandy Candy. The giant lollipop was just a case, once open there was about 12 different chupa chup lollipop inside. Grabbing the strawberry flavor, she unwrapped it and stuck the wrapped inside the pocket of her cardigan. “Wahh! Come to me~” she chuckled. Looking upward she notice another female.
oh shit, i think she saw me. Minah didn’t have a problem with people but when does make eye contact she had this urge to just smile at them. However, this girl was a little different from your normal every day student. For some reason, Minah had a feeling that maybe she didn’t like her or something. Minah had acknowledge her with a friendly wave before but the other didn’t show any sign of acknowledge back, which brought down her mood.
From a safe distance Minah, smiled at the other and waves excitedly. For those that might had seen her, they would had believe that these two were close friend. Unsure if she should wait for the other to response, she walked towards a bench - her usual bench. The bench where she just sit and stare at the sky. Taking the lollipop out of her mouth, she used her other hand to cover her eyes and she stared up at the sky.
"Aw, what a beautiful day, today. Today something out of the ordinary will happen Minah."…. i can just feel it.
Not even a single message from Dasom's father was sent to her that day. Surely, her father should have at least remembered what that day meant for the both of them. Clearly, he must have not cared enough.
Sighing, she walked out of her dorm room, the stuffiness of the place making her unable to breathe normally. She didn't know if it was the room, or if it was just her. She didn't have the time to figure it out, as she headed out of the building for a more spacious, quiet place.
Her phone eventually rang once, notifying her that a message was received. She hoped that it would be from her father, maybe an "Are you doing okay?" or maybe a "How are you?" But no, it was just another message from one of her friends asking when she'll show up to one of the biggest parties of the year.
Honestly, she didn't even feel like going. She would rather be alone and by herself, knowing that this day was always bad for her. Even she knew she was a ticking time bomb. She didn't want to break down in front of anyone, if she suddenly remembers something or gets upset. She was too careful to show anyone her true emotions.
"I'm fine now." she would smile, whenever someone had asked her if she was okay. But, she never truly meant it. Not even once.
As she kept on walking, she didn't even notice how far she had gotten, until she noticed the school's candy shop. What stopped her, though, was another female talking.. to herself. She stopped and studied for a moment, before she figured out who the bubbly looking girl was.
Bang Minah. Dasom's seen her before. Maybe even in one of her classes, but she never really got to know her well. That was only because, she didn't give the girl a chance. Minah would wave at her, here and there, along with that cheerful smile of hers, and she knew to steer clear from her. Being friends, no, even just being acquainted to a girl like her would try to slowly bring down her walls, and she's spent a lot of time to put it up, that she doesn't want it to fall.
Just like the usual, Minah waved and smiled at her, but she never responded. She just looked the other way, heading towards the bench that opposite of the one that the other female was heading to.
Sitting down, Dasom wrapped her cardigan around her tighter, trying to keep the cold out, as she took out her phone from another message about the party. But, she just ignored it, taking out her headphones and putting them on her ears, then pulling her feet up onto the bench, making her sit sideways. She then rested her head onto her knees, her arms embracing them, as the music started to play.
Mianhae umma. She thought to herself, thinking about the same day, six years ago.
She didn't know when, but her silent tears turned into little sobs, with the music loud into her ears, covering the volume of her cries.
"Mianhae umma." she whispered this time, as the music ended.
Internet is back! Hooray~ But, so is school and homework DX
So for today, I'll only be replying to the ones that have waited the longest.
Minah, Kris, Kyuhyun, and Seohyun. I don't know if I'll even be able to do all of their's, but I'll try.
Also, as for a tracker, I need to start for: Kyungsoo and Tiffany. And, plotting with: Yixing and Chemi~ Waiting for starters/replies from: Joon, Jongin, and Hyesung. I don't know if I missed anyone >.< so if I did, please don't hesitate to shoot an ask, some of the asks in my inbox goes away, so it's hard to keep track.
Here's a kiss to everyone that I have to reply/start to~ It's finally the end of my winter break + 3 days of no school cuz of the snow storm. The internet should be back by tomorrow, so I promise to get to everyone by then~ But until now, goodnight Jeonjin!
The struggle -.-
I feel so bad that I couldn't reply/start to anyone yesterday. Apparently, the stupid snow storm caused our Internet to get cut off cause one of the posts fell down in my neighborhood :/ they said it won't be back until later tonight, so I'll be putting them off for now, since it's uncomfortable to write paras on my phone. I'll try replying to my asks tonight, if the connection comes back. (:
Will be replying/starting today in this order according to what came first :D
Minah
Kris
Kyuhyun
Seohyun
+ Come plot with me, neh? (About) (Plots)
Random gifset of Dasom requested by anon
OOC : OTL, Goodnight
Lol, I feel bad for probably filling everyone's dash >.< mianhae~
But, lemme just say, I really like Jeonjin! Everyone is so nice. And thanks for the welcomes, I appreciate it!
This is my last post for the night, so don't worry, hehe. Goodnight!
(/laughs) My, for someone so young, you are certainly not naive. (/shakes his head) places like that aren't really my joint. My role is purely a business venture. (/looks with you with a frank gaze) Ah you are a Bonamana girl -- It's a good club despite my pride paining me to admit it. Summer... Pretty name for a pretty girl. (/smiles and turns) I will consider it. (/he walks away with a slight giggle and whispers to himself) Ah Joon your good looks are a curse.
Age is just a number. /winks, completely playing with the man, as a smile finds its way to her lips; Maybe even better than Sonata, but those are just details. /chuckles, still amused by the man; I’ll take that as a promise. /she says, watching the man walk his way, as she may have just gotten a new customer;
phone swap || Dasom & Hyesung
Enjoying her well deserved free time, Dasom finds herself in front of the campus coffee shop, where they serve the best caramel macchiato that she has ever tasted. Really, after living for 19 years, and probably visiting most of the coffee shops in Seoul, Jeonjin Cafe served the best caramel macchiato.
Opening the glass door towards the cafe, she walked in, absentmindedly crashing into an innocent passerby, who was probably off their way to leave the cafe. With their bodies colliding, the impact was seen coming, as both individuals fell towards the floor.
Rubbing her head from the impact of hitting it from the door, she sees her phone on the floor, grabbing it quickly before she stands up to apologize to the person she bumped into.
"I'm so sorry!" Dasom bows her head, as the delicate looking male gets up himself.
The matter seemed to be just fine, as the man excused himself out, leaving Dasom to continue on to her journey, the caramel macchiato.
After, ordering and waiting, the rich, caramel goodness ends up at her table, seated by the windows, finally with its true love, Dasom. It didn't take long for her to devour the drink, but she just stayed at her spot, her pleasure-reading book out, as she read chapter by chapter.
Suddenly, she was interrupted with a noise that seemed to be close-by, the other customers clearly bothered with the loud, unknown, and annoying ringtone. It took Dasom a few seconds to notice that it was, in fact, coming from her purse. Taking the ringing phone out, she reads the name on the screen, only to find her name somewhat in it.
"Dashing Dasom?" she asks herself, clearly offended by the adjective that seemed to describe her. What was she, a reindeer?
She knew it was supposed to be her, because the number below the name matched hers. But, how was it that her phone seemed to be calling this phone that looked exactly like hers.
There was only one way to find out, as she swiped the screen to answer the call. "Hello"
(/he turns a little red at your implication whilst fidgeting with his hair) I haven't been dancing in a club in a while... But I manage one! (/laughs uneasily contemplating whether he was trying to impress her or just stating fact) But Miss Kim, (/lowers his voice to something mixed between a mumble and a whisper) most clubs aren't really that private.
/she smiles to herself whilst seeing the dancer flush at her statement; Surely, it isn't Club Sonata, isn't it? /she raises an eyebrow, hoping it wasn't her rival club; I work at Club Bonamana, as a hostess. You should visit sometimes. Just ask for Summer~ /chuckles, after hearing his almost whisper, shaking her head in disapproval. she gets closer to the male, inches away from his head, whispering; Clearly, you haven't been in any clubs that I know.
(/smiles proudly acknowledging his well shaped figure) Well if you ever wish to, I will be teaching my students in Dance.
/chuckles in amusement; A little vain, aren’t we? But, dancing isn’t really my thing, unless clubbing counts, which I doubt. /laughs; Is there anywhere else that you teach your students? Somewhere probably where there aren’t a lot of people? /smirks, teasing the good-looking male in front of her, even if he was a professor;
work buddies || Dasom & Kyuhyun
The night seemed to be never-ending, with all the guests that Dasom had to host. As she looked at the time from her phone, she let out a small sigh, still having two more hours of working before her shift ends. With the manager speaking to her about an important guest, she would have to behave herself and play nicely, as it wasn't usually her that hosted such a visitor.
Walking towards the VIP section, and entering the room, her full smile was out, introducing herself to well-dressed man, sitting alone at the plushy, red love seat.
He seemed to be decent, wearing expensive brand clothing that covered him from the head, with those sunglasses, to the toes, with the polished, black, leather loafers.
"Not bad." Dasom thought to herself, doing her usual run-through of her guests to the 'important' man.
"It's nice to meet you. My name is Summer." Of course, she would have to change her name. If her father found out that she was working at a club, her life would be over, and so would his. The Prime Minister's daughter working at a club as a hostess? Her face would cover every newspaper, before she could even wake up the next day.
Working at the club was fun, and she got to meet a few cool people, so she decided to go through with it. The job wasn't that hard either, all she had to do was talk to the guests, really. Talk to them, pour them drinks, ask them what's bothering them. It was like a shrink session, but interesting.
"Should we order some food and drinks?" Dasom smiled, cutting the man off from his boring work story. "I'm kind of getting hungry." she pouted, trying to look cute, that never seemed to fail at any of her guests.
"Oh, shall we?" he asked, treating her like a little kid, as he squeezed her thigh gently.
It caught Dasom off-guard the first time. Usually, the guests were never supposed to touch the hosts or hostesses in that kind of manner, or so she thought.
As she waited for the food to come, there had been many occurrences of the man touching her inappropriately, but Dasom couldn't find any words to say. Her manager had warned her to behave and treat the guest well, since he was very important to the club.
Dasom was glad when the door opened, hoping the man would take his hands off her shoulders, as he played with her hair. But, he seemed to be unswayed.
"Should we eat, Summer?" he whispered into her ears, his other hand finding its way back to her thighs, but this time caressing it, as his face moved in closer.
This time she was really going to say something, but the sound of the metal platter hitting floor surprised her, making her look up to waiter that was supposed to serve them.
It was Kyuhyun.
Dasom looked away in embarrassment, as the man distanced himself with a bothered look, glaring at the waiter.
If only it was anyone else but Kyuhyun. He was like an older brother to her, always treating her nicely as they worked. She couldn't believe he just witnessed a sleazy man trying to harass her.
Before she knew it, things got a little out of hand, as she stared at the scene happening in front of her.
