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ah mid-terms week. unfortunately i haven’t been able to be around here too much lately because of that. have my late welcomes to the newbies (im so sry ilu) and apologizes for being slow with starters, messages, and prompts. will be back to regular scheduled programming once the week ends!
bubblegum drop.
dvxsana
The Academy’s corridors settled into silence, the sun drifting into the cradle of treetops and students hiding away in their tiny bedrooms – the nooks of the library, the alleyways and labyrinths of their personal crypts. He too planned on tucking himself in an isolated corner, but as fate would have it he remained in the halls, listening to the buzz of electrical circuits and the mournful chocking of sobs, muffled behind thick walls and the noise of fluorescent lights. Not an hour ago students crowded these classrooms, filling the space with their sarcastic responses and sullen expressions, and now Wonwoo closed his fingers within his palm, existing between the options to abscond into ignorance, or to confront the cries with a brazen façade of humanity.
He could not care whether or not someone was succumbing to their misery. This is what he told himself. To amputate his emotions from the outside world and become less of an orbiting planet and more of an endless, blank void is ideal for him: don’t gamble with attachments, do not pass go, never start a nuclear war. It was so simple, he would have to suffer from a stroke to abandon these rules and step into the unknown.
The sobs continue and Wonwoo rubs down the wrinkles of his uniform shirt. His heart is empty, but he reaches for the classroom door and slides it open, observing himself as he bends the rules and steps across the boundaries – it’s still not too late to turn back.
Her pink hair reminded him of superfluous, artificial things. Cotton candy, soda pop, jelly shoes and glass bottles of overpriced alcohol. Wasn’t Sana her name? Wonwoo presses his lips together, remembering the tiny details of the people he passed by, and when he stands diagonally from her he remembers her as Minatozaki Sana, gifted with the ability of data manipulation and a dangerous person in her own right, but now he only saw someone fragile and broken down – or eroded by callous hands. “Sana.” If anything he should start by trying to lure her away from that dark place, and he called to her quietly before lowering himself down, sitting on the chair across from her.
Dream Koala || Saturn Boy
lying is easy. it’s what i do.
prompts (x) // accepting
He’s standing beneath the streetlight, the cold curlingaround his wrists and ankles, snowflakes setting onto the strands of his hair –onto the material of his coat, his fingers, his eyelashes. Above stars hungfrom the heavens as luminous, decaying pendants. They lied against the blankexpanses of a deep, endless existence, and infinitesimal and insignificant was Taemin and himself, caught far below inside the whirl of a tender snowfall. Wonwooinhaled dark clouds of poison into his chest, his cigarette smoldering, warming his body and hands from the inside. Why were they here,in this moment? The smoke peeled from his lips, it cascaded upwards and vanishedinto the night, whisking his mind away to Rumi, the lines of poetry etched intothe deepest crevices of his memory.
This is how strange your fear of death and emptiness is, and how perverse the attachment to what you want.
He shouldn’t be here; if he sowedseeds in humanity then he would grow roots of regret and violent infection.
“That’s fine. You can lie. It doesn’tconcern me.” Something twisted his gut, and then the tension was relieved, likea painful memory that could only rise to his subconscious. Wonwoo wondered ifTaemin ever felt at home during the winters, but he had no reason to ask, and like thatthe curiosity dissipated easily with another exhale of cigarette smoke. “It’swhat you do.” He repeated, and nothing changed, the universe continued to expandits reach and the cold sunk into the center of his hands. The feeling ofstanding outside of time was comfortable – if the world could continue spinningwith him kept still on the outskirts, that would be ideal. “Let’s goinside.” He put the cigarette out on the lamppost, and ashes collected on thefilm of white, virginal snow.
“It’s cold.”
fun with atomic bombs.
out of all the stupid things jihoon had done (and he’d done a lot), underestimating wonwoo’s powers was high up there on the list of jihoon being a fucking idiot. deviance optimum was a school of gifted people, a number of them with power skillset a lot more dangerous than his own, and it was something he had to keep in mind during every single exercise. lesson number one at d.o.a.: keep your guard up at all times. maybe number one was closer to try not to die. considering jihoon was alive, if not well, at least he managed not to break that one.
according to the nurse, they were minor burns, and jihoon’s last second shift into his gold form had saved him from the worst of the radiation. he’d be ‘fit as a fiddle’ in a week. it was a little disappointing; jihoon liked having a valid reason for missing his classes, and the infirmary was a comfortable place to hang out if someone would set up a tv at the foot of his bed. what he wouldn’t give to play some video games right now. and eat. the infirmary was a nice set up, but the food was bland and unappealing.
so the sudden appearance of wonwoo should be something to celebrate. jihoon’s eyes immediately zeroed in on the plastic bag in his hands. rather that trying to snatch it from wonwoo, he propped himself up and gave the man a stiff nod. “you sound excited,” jihoon said flatly. “you know, i could have died. where would you be then? crying in front of my grave?” would he even have a grave or be cremated? it didn’t matter. he probably shouldn’t be attempting to piss off the only person who’d come to visit him–and he was the food-bringer too.
“sorry.” his tone was grudging, irritated, as if he wanted to sweep the apology under the rug as soon as possible. it’d been quiet here; jihoon had almost forgotten how to talk to people. “thanks for bringing me food. if you’re trying to bribe me off, then bribe accepted. i’m fucking starving.” he shifted over and smoothed out a patch of free space before patting it while looking at wonwoo, the carefully neutral expression on his face giving away nothing. “are you going to sit or stand there the whole time?”
The words sunk in, settling beside the repertoire of warnings and resentment, and the muscles beneath his skin become rigid, conforming to his solemn visage. His power is destructive, that was the reality, and he could not escape from the consequences that would follow his immature missteps. “I know.” Wonwoo replied, grave and sincere – he couldn’t fathom crying at the boy’s death (he wouldn’t say this though, believing it would only needlessly provoke him), but he would carry the weight of judgement on his shoulders.
He had thought himself prepared to honor such burdens – but was he? Wonwoo curled his quivering fingers into the palm of his hands, soothing the agitated nerves, unsure as to why his body was reacting this way. Beneath the brief shudders he felt only light pulsations of caution.
Even a bitter apologize wasn’t necessary, although it did bring those annoying, weakened fingers of his to a rest. Or was it shock? He blinked two, three, times as the tiny pieces of a puzzle came together, snapping into a plain picture that said ‘Lee Jihoon does not say words like sorry’ subscripted with the warning ’‘you’re in the damn twilight zone, this is dangerous world you’ve gotten yourself into, idiot’. If the other students didn’t like to gossip so much then maybe Wonwoo would have been wary of Jihoon deciding to transform him into a gold statue, and he shifted his weight to his left side, unsure what to do with a ‘sorry’ from The Infamous Lee Jihoon.
Luckily the other boy began speaking again, filling the silence with more than a few words, including an offer to sit on the bed beside him. That was weird, this entire situation had turned into the realm of the unexpected, and his shoulders slumped, as if in submission to the wiles of a complicated universe. “It’s not a bribe. It’s just better than whatever they’re trying to get you to eat here.” His usual monotone hardly wavered, but he became somewhat relaxed, but not to the point where he was jumping to be in close proximity with someone he had accidentally injured, no matter how illogical it was to think he would suddenly combust and take the other with him to the afterlife.
Instead of sitting down he attempted to steer attention away and ended up digging a deeper hole for himself, rather than paving a pathway to disappear from this place and keep away from all living things for the next week…or month…or lifetime. “Do you need anything? Like a textbook? Lest you drive yourself mad with boredom?” In complete seriousness he asked this, mind full of schoolwork and essays, and Wonwoo took a step back, ready to go fetch whatever it is Jihoon may need in this medical prison he had put him in.
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dvkyungri
“ DUH! wow mr. observant of the year aren’t you? jeesh. ” baby grumbles, arms crossing over her chest. “ i just wanted a piece of bubblegum ya’ know? and this big ol’ JERKFACEtells me- get this, he tells me no! ” she speaks, clearly exasperated. “ like excuse me, sir i ate a bowl of dickflakes for breakfast. ” there’s a pause. “ did i just rant? sorries! ”
He’s not sure what to think, or say for that matter. The literal servant of Satan (right? that was a thing now? life at the academy continued its endless descend into madness and oddity) continued rambling beside him, going on about…bubblegum? Wonwoo gave her a pensive look, his lips pressed tightly together and brow furrowed just like the majority of students when solving difficult (or basic) maths equations. “…No worries.” He settled on that, not lifting his pen from his notebook – he even scribbled down the answer to the equation, the problem still fresh in his mind despite her monologue. “You probably gave him a reason to say no. I’m Mr.Observant, you’re Miss.Obnoxious. Just get your own bubblegum.” He wasn’t particularly annoyed, but he sighed slowly and reached beneath the library table, plucking off a piece of gum that had been left there for…well, who knows how long. “Use your skills.” He offered, planting the pre-chewed gum on top of the table in front of her.
a day in the life.
“Holy shi–” his eyes shot open with a start, and he sprang from his now wet covers, his eyes wet with not tears, but bottled water.
He was disoriented and confused rather than angry, shaking his head like a wet dog and rubbing his eyes in defeat. Taehyung focused his vision on the sight hovering above him, a familiar boy with a nonchalant face peering down at him, empty water bottle in hand.
Of course, Wonwoo.
The faint memory of the favor he had asked his roommate played through his mind as he propped his legs off the bed and onto the carpet, senses now at least functioning. Taehyung looked up at his friend’s face and gave him a weak, thankful smile.
“I c'nalways coun’ on yew t'help me out, Wuhwooh…” he mustered out dreamily, voice still groggy and struggling to pronounce anything clearly.
The lion boy ushered himself up, patting his savior on the shoulders with love, and looked at his clock.
7:20.
His muscles suddenly worked at top speed as he made a dead run towards the bathroom with a slight screech, turning on the shower. “Oh, no, I gotta get ready!”
Taehyung always liked to have his beauty sleep, but more importantly was his beauty post-waking. He didn’t want anyone but his roommate to know about the hell of a bedhead he woke up to every morning. A bird could settle in there and start a happy family if he didn’t take care of it.
Droplets of water soared through the air and soaked into the blazer of his uniform – not that he particularly minded, he was just relieved that Taehyung was awake, crawling out of bed with his hair sticking in every direction (a true bird’s nest, and Wonwoo half wondered if small creatures secretly slept within the boy’s hair at night). He didn’t flinch or stiffen when his roommate touched his shoulder – rather he felt relatively neutral because that’s just that kind of person Kim Taehyung is, a shoulder-patter and lion-lover. Wonwoo decided long ago that living with him had strange side-effects, or more accurately he had adapted to the boy’s personality and therefore thought nothing much of his next plan of action.
Obviously he was going to extend his reach a bit further to help his roommate. Besides, it wasn’t as if he had anything better to do.
He sighed slowly, surveying the room and the difference between their respective sides. Nonetheless he created a mental map of what his roommate typically shoved into his school bag and committed to it, placing an extra pen in one of the pockets before deciding he hadn’t forgotten anything, not unless Taehyung was secretly storing a hoard of mice inside there as well (not that he would be surprised). Unfortunately there were no stray mice to stuff into bag on the off chance and he carried it away, standing outside of the bathroom, fully aware that time was starting to run out (and how miserable Taehyung would be if he went to class on an empty stomach). “Taehyung,” Wonwoo called, gently kicking the door a few times, hoping that may speed up the process. “Hurry, or you’ll end up starving until lunch.”
a bit awkward.
dvtaemin
In a quiet cavalcade waltzed lethargy: his muscles wound into knots, bruises sprouting across his mental landscape. Despite the keen awareness Wonwoo kept on his emotional state he fell into the weariness, which meant vague nightmares and loss of concentration, his attention oscillating between the canvas of nothingness and the minutiae details that plagued the reality around him. It only took a mindless few turns to get him to realize that he had no idea where he was, and in that moment he thought it would be useful if he could just throw him brain in the garbage – obviously it was useless now, rotted and full of good ideas on how to get lost in an oversized school for angst-ridden, supernatural youth.
He ran his fingers through his hair, tousling the fringe and letting it fall back onto his face in haphazard chaos. There were textbooks to read and essays to write, yet these mundane demands twisted no anxiety from within, instead Wonwoo shut out all the superfluous noise of his mind and focuses outward – until he picked up on the sound of music and footsteps, noise he then followed, reasoning he could simply ask for directions like a functional person. From beneath a door wandered the harmonies, and through the window he settled his sight on the spectacle: a man following the waxing and waning of the unfamiliar composition, body twisting between the increments of beats.
Wonwoo thought of boiling water, lavender, and the dead of winter.
Perhaps the student had a talent for enchantment, much like the sirens of Greek legends, and he drifted into a daze, fixated on the man’s movements and the music resonating throughout his body. He felt his legs move, deciding there wouldn’t be harm in getting a bit closer, but a single footstep become two or three, and when the glass struck his forehead a surge of pain dissolved the reverie as well as the ambiance with the loudness of the impact. “What kind of sorcery – ” He winced, and came to the slow realization of how – how stupid he had to be to walk into a glass door, and really, he could use a trashcan to put his brain in about now.
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dvjihoon
“You’re not dying.”
This is the first thing he said when entering Jihoon’s small corner of the medical ward. And it was true, he had spoken to the nurses, all who confirmed that the young King Midas wouldn’t be succumbing to his wounds, nor was it likely for him to develop a sickness or grow a second head. The incident had its intensity, but the exposure to radiation had been brief enough, and it helped that their facility was supernaturally equipped. Today all who stalked the boy for his golden touch would breathe a sigh of relief, and Wonwoo continued to experience that uncomfortable weight of dread and guilt compressing his internal organs. He did not lie awake drowning in self-depreciation, but he did avoid close contact with all living things.
His gaze shifted from Jihoon and ghosted over the room’s contents – the caged canary in the corner didn’t sing a note (it was animated but made of glass, and he had gotten used to all the strange things ‘mutants’ could make), the succulent on the windowsill grew at alarming speeds (one of the nurses had a talent for this) and outside a gaggle of students played a made-up sport that involved broomsticks and levitation. This was everyday life at the academy: surreal experiences, and accidentally giving a classmate a radiation burn during a mandatory exercise. Even if Jihoon did sprout another head or two, he wouldn’t be surprised.
“I brought food.” He lifted a plastic bag, inside it two containers, one holding japchae and and the other ddeokbokki – neither of them made with animal products, although that was more because touching animal carcasses (and subsequently smelling them) while cooking wasn’t the least appealing, nor was he certified to be butchering anything. Wonwoo placed the bag on the end table and returned to his awkward demeanor, teetering between sticking around or returning to eluding all types of human contact. He opened his mouth to say something, but there wasn’t a coherent thing in his mind, and slowly his lips returned to creating a thin, straight line.
a day in the life.
taehyungxdv
By seven Wonwoo had finished his morning exercises (which included an outdoor run), a brief meditation, and a short lived shower. His mind was clear, his personal radiation levels were significantly low, and when he walked back into the dorm dressed in the uniform and his hair still damn he (metaphorically) ran into a brick wall. The balance of the world was off kilter and logic itself became disjointed, and he wavered, hesitating in the doorway because Taehyung was still curled in bed past seven am, undeniably asleep and in no way about to spring to life to join the waking world. The image acted as an omen, fulfilling a prophecy created when they first became roommates.
“If I don’t wake up by seven am, spray me with freezing water, I have no self-control and like to suffer.”
That’s essentially what he took away from Taehyung during that time, maybe with slight exaggeration. The reality and its consequences was obvious: he could either leave his roommate to dream indefinitely (potentially causing him to miss class), or he could risk upsetting their amiable relationship based off of an ice breaker and a clock that read 7:15. Slowly Wonwoo backed out of the room, the future inescapable and his body already in action. Soon he had a cup filled with cold tap water (unfortunately he didn’t have a spray bottle, but that was an insignificant detail) and was again standing in their shared room, this time at the side of Taehyung’s bed, the boy continuing to indulge in a stubborn slumber.
He did ask this of him, and Wonwoo didn’t feel the least bit guilty as he carefully poured the ‘freezing’ water on Taehyung’s sleeping face, anticipating any disaster and chaos that may come his way (because as much as he would like to avoid such things, he’s not about to let him unknowingly sleep through class, that would just be cruel).
no squirrels in this forest.
dvxseungwan
A false spring had fallen over the Academy: rain soaked into the ground and sparrows began their songs early, and Wonwoo stood beneath the canopy of bare, skeletal branches, feeling nothing other than the subtle pressure of trepidation. When he breathed inwards he could still feel the presence of hoarfrost – winter wouldn’t disappear so easily, but for now his shoes sunk into the tender earth and the world grasped them with a teasing, brief warmth.
Through the sparse leaves and rays of sunlight he watched Seungwan, and he realized it would be impossible for him to simply shake her off and send her away. Maybe literally so, a probability manipulator had odds in their favor, probably.
“You’re a strange person.” Wonwoo commented, accepting that they managed to be in the same place at the same time, and it would be petty for one of them to abandon the forest and relinquish it to the other. Instead they walked together, with enough distance between them. He tried not thinking much of it, he didn’t actively think too often in the first place, but the comfortable silence had been disturbed and he had to brush away the stray interruptions of his mind (‘most people here wallow or lash out in their suffering, but she seems happy, why is that’ and ‘what is she doing in the forest so early in the morning ’). The sparrows fled, and he plucked their feathers out of his hair while slowly continuing his trek deeper into the woods, deciding it was too late to go back anyways.
here is a very cool intro post it was actually a really nice surprise to get accepted today, thank you admins, much love! anyways. here is wonwoo. he’s out of touch with his emotions, is against the idea of friendship, but is likely to accept just about anyone with an open mind because “the world needs balance, or whatever, leave me alone, i’m busy hanging out with this tree.” i reserved him with the password ‘so emo’ and i think that captures the concept perfectly. time to emo it up. well im about to answer messages and send some because i basically stalked everyone before joining and know everything. not really. but hey, what you’re doing, i love it, keep doing you. backslash, end intro post.
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