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ᴀ ᴄᴏʟʟᴇᴄᴛɪᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴇʟᴄᴏᴍᴇs ᴀɴʏ ᴋᴏʀᴇᴀɴ ғᴀᴄᴇᴄʟᴀɪᴍ ᴀɴᴅ ᴠᴇʀsᴇ. ʏᴏᴜ ɴᴀᴍᴇ ɪᴛ, ᴡᴇ ᴀᴄᴄᴇᴘᴛ ɪᴛ.
Sᴏ…. ᴀʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ɪɴ?
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(ɴ.): ᴇxᴛʀᴇᴍᴇ ᴘʟᴀɪɴɴᴇss ᴀɴᴅ sɪᴍᴘʟɪᴄɪᴛʏ ᴏғ sᴛʏʟᴇ ᴏʀ ᴀᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴀɴᴄᴇ.
ᴀ ᴄᴏʟʟᴇᴄᴛɪᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴇʟᴄᴏᴍᴇs ᴀɴʏ ᴋᴏʀᴇᴀɴ ғᴀᴄᴇᴄʟᴀɪᴍ ᴀɴᴅ ᴠᴇʀsᴇ. ʏᴏᴜ ɴᴀᴍᴇ ɪᴛ, ᴡᴇ ᴀᴄᴄᴇᴘᴛ ɪᴛ.
Sᴏ…. ᴀʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ɪɴ?
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She skipped to the other girl while keeping her bright smile. "Really? I just live around here, so..I don't think you should be surprise." She replied teasingly before taking her seat beside the other.
She laughed, nodding her head at the girl. "That's true. Still, I'm surprised to see you. I don't see you very often, do I?" She grinned at the girl, taking a sip from her cup before she spoke again. "How have you been?"
Misplaced Curiosity | JD & BM
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Lost in his gruesome daydreams, he almost didn’t hear the café bell jingle as it signalled a new customer. Almost. Looking up, his lips stretched into a grin that didn’t exactly touch his eyes. She came over, at least – no fighting, no walking around and procrastinating or trying to chat up the other people. That would have resulted in her immediate death. As she sat down, he regarded her for a few seconds. Pretty, young, smart looking. It was a shame that she had chosen the wrong time to wander through the streets with a camera.
“So.” He started, actually not sure of where to go from here, “Minah, right? Bang Minah.” A pause – he should have thought out what to say, rather than how to kill her. “You shouldn’t have run. It would have been easier that way.” Taking a sip of his hot chocolate, he decided that he might as well play his game. She wouldn’t live for long, but he could give her a chance to extend her life. “Tell me why I shouldn’t kill you, and I might let you live.”
She wasn't prepared for him to bargain with her. It threw her off-guard, and her mouth fell open in shock at his words. The surprise in her eyes must have looked refreshing to him. She licked her lips and blinked, looking down before pushing a few strands of her behind her ear. The waiter had quietly placed her cup of coffee in front of her. He sounded concerned, but she didn't look up to greet him with a smile like she usually did. Instead she quickly picked up the cup and sipped on her drink quietly, contemplating on how she should answer the male's question.
A soft sigh escaped her, and her ears admired the clink of the cup when she placed it back on the table. "If I were you, getting rid of loose ends is what you should do. I saw and know too much for you to feel safe. I get that. I was stupid for even wanting to try to solve your case."
She mumbled the last part, remembering the sternness of her professor's voice echo through her head. She leaned down on the table and let her cheek rest against the surface of her arm. Minah sat like that in silence for a bit, wondering what she should do, but soon after, her mind became a blank canvas. "I could tell you to trust me – that I won't tell anyone what I saw, but who am I to tell you that? No one, really. Just Minah. Like in my wallet. I'm nothing more than a face to a name."
She let another sigh escape her lips before she sat back up. She gazed a lot at the red cup in her hand before she looked at the man in front of her. What could she do to change his mind? She didn't know. She suddenly thought about the people she loved. She loved her family despite being estranged with her mother, and she loved her band mates more than anything in the world. She couldn't imagine doing music without them then suddenly she thought... could they do music without her? With every fiber of her bones, she pushed out the last words she would say to him to try to convince him to let her live before he decided her fate.
"I have people I love like those lives you..." She let it dangle off like that, knowing that he would understand without her finishing her sentence. "I can't leave them. I won't. You probably don't understand, or maybe you do, but you probably won't empathize with me. But I can't leave without showing my mom that I didn't screw up my life, or without making a name for myself alongside my band."
She was surprised she wasn't crying then. Maybe her resolve was stronger than she had thought it was. It shocked her when she realized that she hadn't stuttered on her words either. "Wanting to live is all the reason I need. Let me show you that you can trust me, or at least, give me an offer."
❛ Unable to help herself but laugh at the slightest, in no way of making fun of the other but thinking rather how cute the younger was. Swaying her hand in the air just as her head shook along, lips part just before she spoke. “It was more than alright," she paused for a moment to flash the other a gentle smile. "by the way, you have quite a beautiful name. It’s unique and it isn’t too difficult to pronounce." Her gaze moving on over to the people behind her, today truly was a busy day to be in the cafe, to her luck there were still kind people just as the one who sat across from her— Minah.
“Though, I really do appreciate this, I can’t go a day without my daily dose of coffee—" Letting out a stifle laugh, her eyes curving the slightest somewhat revealing her guilty pleasure. "— I hope this doesn’t sound too rude, though you seem different compared to the rest in this cafe, are you an idol? My cast mate would tell me things around here, though not too familiar yet to differentiate."
She let a small laugh escape her lips, covering her mouth as the mirthful sound echoed in her ears. "Thank you. Sometimes I think it's a bit plain, but I'm reassured now thanks to you." She grinned at the foreign woman in front of her before returning her hand back on the handle of the cup of coffee. She rubbed the surface of the cup and listened carefully to her speak.
"Ah, no." She awkwardly replied. "I'm not an idol, but I do know that some idols come here now and again to escape for a bit; some even go on dates here!" She grinned again and leaned in a little closer. "I'll take the being different as a compliment though, so thank you again."
"of course! i go to parks on a weekly basis just to reminisce on the good old times of my childhood. though, now that i think about it, playgrounds were always the place where my face would meet the sand." she pressed her lips together and frowned at the memory, brows furrowed. though it wasn’t intentional, the girl let out a dramatic gasp out of bewilderment, turning her head slightly to look at the older girl before turning her head back to focus on the street ahead of her. "we’ll get all the flavored juice boxes and grab a bunch of snacks and— do you think they have blankets that we can sit on?"
"Eh? That sounds really fun, to be quite honest. It must feel nice to take a break and just reminisce-" Then she stopped what she said when she saw the frown on her friend's face. It brought concern in her eyes and she held her shoulder tightly. "Don't worry too much about the bad parts of your past. What's done is done. I've had my fair share of bad memories, too." She grinned at the girl, latching her arm with hers as they continued to walk. "I'm sure they have thin ones available, or at least, let's hope, yeah?"
kurereun:
Jieun turned on her heels, doe eyes wide and fluttering in confusion and wonder in response to the touch of a finger. Her head tilt curiously, red painted lips pursed to a thin line as she registered the question. “The post office…” She spoke, trailing off into thought for only seconds at the most. She turned off into the opposite direction of the female, and without looking back, gripped her hand darting forward off to their destination.
Truth be told, Jieun had no idea where she was going, but given she had the chance to justify herself to anyone who crossed her path, she definitely wouldn’t pass it up. “It’s this way, just followed me.” She added, darting through the wind without giving the other much of a chance to object.
She let the girl pull her in an unfamiliar direction. She wanted to say something, but the tightened grip on her hand spoke wonders to her. She only nodded her head at the girl’s words, looking around to see that there were people all around them who simply minded their own business. Minah pursed her lips and called out to the girl. “How much further? Are you sure we’re going the right way?”
as the made their way to the middle of the crowd, the sounds of loud music could be heard. he listened in closely, and to what he heard it was a familiar language. there must have been either a concert going on, or some kind of street performance. he began to nod his head to the beat, feeling the vibe that the song was giving off. “either that or a concert. whatever it is they sound really good.” he stated with a small smile.
She hummed at his response, closing her eyes for a moment and listened carefully to the song as she started to nod along to it. When she opened them back up, she peered up to see that the male was really getting into the song as well. She liked that about music. Despite her not knowing what the song was about, she could still lose herself in the beat of the song. She could enjoy music with strangers and somehow create a small bond off of moments like these. She tugged at his sleeve once more and pointed toward where the music was coming from. "Want to go in closer and see then?"
Strangely enough, Yerim had been just about ready to suggest the same thing, yet it would seem that her new friend beat her to it. With a small nod of the head, the woman smiled and gestured in the general direction of the grocery store with her hand. ” I’d certainly appreciate the company, if you’re offering. Come then, it should only take us a few minutes”.The idol’s gaze momentarily noticed the hand extended towards her, taking it as a sign to gently shake the other’s hand in greeting. ”It’s a pleasure to meet you, Minah. I’m Yerim”. Once the formalities were out of the way, she began walking down the road, following the path Yerim described only moments before. ”I usually do my grocery shopping at the beginning of the week, but for some reason I didn’t have the time until now. It’s crazy how time goes by quickly”.
She followed beside Yerim with light footsteps. She actually enjoyed the company of her new acquaintance. She listened carefully to her speak, her voice quite soft and welcoming to the ears. She nodded once or twice to let her know that she was still interested in what she had to say because she really was. "I can understand that. I always lose track of time whenever I'm practicing or doing gigs. I'm the same, too. It's quite out of my schedule to be grocery shopping so late in the week, but that's life. It throws you curve balls all the time, don't you think?"
hxruppi:
She heard the note carefully and took notice of the mistake after mistake being made. From the look, she have a feeling that the girl is an amateur but that’s not a bad thing. She honestly think that the girl just need some guidance, it was such a beautiful masterpiece. The sight of the girl sighing in defeat totally caught her attention. She wish to help her if she can and if she is allowed to of course. She herself loves playing the piano, the only instrument that she can play. While in her thought, she didn’t notice that the girl’s surprised eyes lingering over her until the other said something. “E-eh? I am sorry! I didn’t mean to disturb your or eavesdropping!”
She eyed the girl, staring cautiously as her fingers glided across the keys without ever hitting a single note. She smiled as much as she could to hide the embarrassment of being heard playing so terribly and shrugged her shoulders. She gave a small wave to reassure the girl it was okay. "That's all right. It's kind of hard to pass by and not hear the music, yeah?" She stared at the girl once more before looking away; suddenly becoming timid after looking the girl in the eye. Albeit, she was slowly getting better at looking at people in the eye, but that didn't mean she liked it. "I'm Minah. I've never seen you around before. You are?"
/She listen to a faint piano sounds, not just sounds, but a beautiful music. She follows the sound until she saw a long haired girl from the distance./
There it was again. Mistake after mistake being made because she couldn't reach for the right keys. She sighed, stopping for a moment as she ran her hand through her messy locks. She would've been embarrassed letting anyone hear her practice the piano. She was an amateur. It had been a few weeks, and she didn't think she was getting. She figured maybe she wasn't made to play the piano. She should just stick to her guitar. At least people liked hearing her play the guitar. She played once more. She only got to the middle of the piece when she heard shuffling behind her. She stopped playing, her fingers dancing in surprise over the keys as she turned around to see an unfamiliar girl. "Oh, uh, I didn't know anyone was still around. Uh... did you hear me play just now?"
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✦: My muse was attacked but yours saved them- how'll my muse ever thank them?
Minah was a thankful person. She hadn't forgotten the people who have helped her whether or not she wanted to. There were only a few people who have helped her out in the past that she never wanted to see again, yet fate was much crueler than she thought and had brought her together once again with a face she thought she wouldn't see for a long while.
Granted, it wasn't the smartest thing to walk by herself at night, but sometimes it had to be done. The night she met Sooyeon once more was one of those nights where she wasn't so lucky to have gone through the night without issues. Her heart was racing as she stared at the metal bar in Sooyeon's hand and then at the man who had fallen in pain to the ground. Sooyeon gave the man a deathly glare, one she hadn't seen in so long, before she cursed at the male to get up and leave before she did anything else she wouldn't regret doing to him. The man cowered away, screaming lightly as he ran in the opposite direction she was originally heading toward.
There was a look in Minah's eyes when she gazed up at Sooyeon. She didn't know what it was other than appreciation, but something lurked in the back of her mind that this wouldn't be the last that they would see each other. Minah got up on her own and wiped the blood from the corner of her lip.
"Thanks." Sooyeon didn't say a word. She nodded with a stern look on her face. "I don't... I don't know how to repay you."
Minah could've sworn she saw a smirk on her face when she turned around. Fate was on Sooyeon's side. That was as much as she knew when she heard the other female speak before walking toward an unknown destination. "Don't worry. I'll think of something."
psa. i am an agonizingly slow roleplayer — my muses are fickle and some days all i can manage is chat threads or shenanigans. other days i can pump out longer threads like no one’s business. if it takes me a while on your thread it has nothing to do with you as a writer or me losing my muse for the thread.
Anesthesia | PM & BM
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Fist tightening and a cute attempt at being intimidating. This girl was quite fearless when it came to situations that went against her own moral grain. The phrase ‘Don’t be a hero’ came to mind for Mary as she remembered how many “righteous” citizens have died in the underground world’s crossfire. It would be a lie to say she didn’t consider the possibility of the girl dying being of this minor intrusion, but then again, the underground world wasn’t that petty.
"No." A tiny hint of a childish tone came with Mary’s succinct answer to the girl’s demand. What went on in the boss’s office was never her business to intrude in. Besides, even if she did decide to intrude, Eunah wouldn’t be in the office. "It’s not my place to interrupt an interview." The word ‘interview’ was definitely one way to put the situation. It was Mary’s favourite way to put this situation. "Feel free to barge up there. Good luck with the five guards." With how petite the girl’s frame was, five guards were a little excessive.
To believe she would have done anything at all was idiotic of her. Her extremities felt cold, and her mouth felt dry. Her throat squeezed in just the slightest in both irritation and growing intimidation of the world circling around her. She didn't belong here, and the female seated in front of her knew that all too well. What the hell could she do if she went up there anyway? What if the girl the so-called boss was with wasn't even Eunah? She was risking her life on chance, but also on words coming from someone who didn't seem all that well-versed with the workers here in the first place. Sure, she might've recognized them, but what were the chances of her really knowing whether or not Eunah was up there or not?
Yet there she was standing in front of an unknown door with her trembling fingers clutching the handle as if it was the very thing that would shatter the world she knew. She gulped, the heat of the situation suddenly dropping a weight on her shoulders. She felt tired and disoriented all at once. She didn't know what she was doing. She could practically hear the girl just down the stairs laughing at her, shaking her head in complete victory as if she had won an entire war all by herself. She clenched her teeth, a low growl emitting from the back of her throat. She wanted to do something; to protect her friend from the darkness that lurked in life, but what could she really do?
She was weak herself and blind to the hidden side of the world. She hid herself in the lies of the government, believed that they did all in their power to rid the country of everything terrible, but what could they do? They couldn't protect everyone all at once and at that moment, Eunah was left to defend for herself. The only one who could do something at that moment in time was Minah herself, yet how could she do anything if she had doubt constantly banging at the back of her mind?
That was why she pulled away. Her fingers fell limp and not too long after, her arm fell to her side. Her eyes were closed, and she tried to push away the sound of moans coming from the other side of the door. She heard a male's voice, raspy and raw, grunt out a familiar name and she knew, that she wouldn't be able to open that door. She let her forehead rest against the wood of the door as she listened in both disgust and guilt.
Her body suddenly felt so heavy that she could only drag her feet against the floor, using the rail to help her not to fall. She was running away, she knew it. Whatever fight she had in her earlier on was suddenly gone. It disappeared the moment she heard that old man speak Eunah's name in such a vile way that Minah nearly felt the need to throw up then and there. She paused at the bottom of the stairs, listening to the loud music tremble in her ears as she zoned it out as best she could. She could feel her eyes on her, could feel the smirk on her lips when she saw Minah come down the stairs with no one with her.
She felt embarrassed, but more than that, she felt worthless. She trudged as far as she could but ended up sitting at the same table as the girl from earlier. With her head looking down at the patterned floor and her hands in her lap, she said nothing and everything all at the same time. Without moving her lips, she voiced out what the female from before already knew.
"I'm weak. I'm not a hero. I can't be a hero when I'm meant to be an extra, but you knew that already, didn't you? Right when I walked in, you knew what I tried to change."
[ He makes up for his ears with his eyes . . . ]
They told stories about the Boogeyman in Ergastulum; of hooded figures that took bad little children and gobbled them up in their own beds. He heard about the atrocities of men, of war, of life. There was no misfortune in this life that his kind hadn’t already endured. Yet never did he think, even as he quaked beneath his blankets with eyes watching every shadow, he’d succumb to them.
Nicolas Brown is a dead man walking. ✞ ✞ ✞
Ultraviolet Colors | OS & BM
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Without hesitance, he hugged her tight, letting her bury her face on his shoulder to soak her precious tears in. He’s always promised to offer his shoulder for her then, for anyone who would hurt her. He made a pact to be the nicest friend to her even if there were so many others that could be better than him. He wanted to be the shoulder to cry on, the type of friend that would never leave. And now, he was fulfilling that promise quite well as he stroked her hair and rubbed her back gently. Softly, he whispers in her ear. “I forgive you.” Those three words he would say in a heartbeat the moment they met. He would never be hesitant in forgiving her; he so badly wanted to catch up on their lost time to even think of taking a grudge on her. Before he could say anything else, he sees a group of women going down the stage looking towards their direction. They didn’t look too happy seeing her in tears, wrapped around a man who was a stranger to them. “I think your friends are staring at me. If they beat me up, I’m pulling you towards the exit so we could talk more.”
It was a strange feeling to be embraced by someone. She never really liked the idea of embracing other people. She sometimes thought she hated it more than eye contact, but moments like these made her feel certain that she just didn’t like being embraced by people who didn’t matter to her. There was something about being embraced by someone she truly cared for that made everything seem okay; that maybe she wasn’t the screw up her mother thought she was from the day she expressed her passion for film and music. Sehun had made it loud and clear through his actions that she was fine the way she is. He had reassured her with his apology that she was worthy of being loved and to love other people. She was glad that she had at least one person who would love her unconditionally no matter how many times she screwed up. Despite any discomfort that he may have felt reaching out for her and hugging her the way he did, he had soothed her chaotic thoughts with a wordless action that spoke wonders to her. The tears ran dry and the sobs subsided after a while. The noise of the background grew louder and louder as she came back to her senses. Her mouth was parched from all the singing she had done earlier and the speech she had just given. However, all that mattered was that he had forgiven her. He forgave her for what she did, and that was more than she could ask for. There was a weight that suddenly lifted off her shoulders and the grip on her heart that made her body ache was now just a small scar of what she had to endure. The battle was over and although she had lost so much, she still won. At the end of the night, she had conquered one of her monsters and her reward was having Sehun back in her life; a friend she once thought she had lost forever. To win this uphill battle was something she was more than proud to overcome because now, she was filled with mirth and she had Sehun to thank for it. She grinned, wiping away the wet tears at the corner of her eyes after she heard him spoke. A soft laugh escaped her lips, and for once, it sounded more sincere than it had ever sounded before. She pulled away from the embrace, but kept her fingers securely curled on his jacket as she pointed to each member in her band. “Those are my bandmates: Yura, Sojin, and Hyeri. They won’t beat you up. I promise. I won’t let them.” She waved for them to come over. They eyed Sehun suspiciously, but she had shrugged it off before introducing him as one of her dear friends from high school. She knew why they had looked at him so suspiciously and inwardly, she thanked them for their concern. Suddenly, she felt a certain kind of warmth envelop her. It was one that only being surrounded by people she truly cared for could bring her. She glanced up at Sehun and smiled warmly at him. The grip she had on his jacket tightened as if she were scared that if she let go, he would slip away again. She wondered if he could see through her smile the concern she held, and she hoped and prayed that he couldn't. Suddenly, she became all too aware of the silence between the five of them and spoke up. “There’s this teashop we got to after our gigs. Do you want to tag along?”
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☠: Your muse has died, this is how mine reacts.
There was something about death that made Minah uneasy. It wasn't particularly the dying part that bother her. She knew dying and living went hand in hand. What bothered her, made the hairs on her arm stand, and what made her thoughts nearly close off was the fact that everything a person once was just dissipated. They're remembered sure, but they're never remembered exactly the same as they used to be.
Maybe that was why when Minah found out about Sunmi's death, nothing seemed to process. She didn't think, feel, and for a moment, her breath seemed to have caught in her throat. That was the only reaction that she could give when her elderly boss had informed her about her death. He had spoken so clearly and slowly as to make sure that she was not confused about anything. Someone had taken Sunmi's life. Her life was cut shorter than it was supposed to be because someone had carelessly driven while intoxicated.
She left her job early when she found out. She quietly left the shop, not saying anything to anyone and went straight home. The buzzing of her phone went unnoticed as she stood in front of her bathroom mirror. when she looked at herself, she felt nothing. She didn't know what to feel or what to think. She just felt numb. Suddenly, she imagined all of the car crashes she's seen in videos and movies and an image of a surprised Sunmi flashed before her eyes.
Minah was on the floor then, clutching at her shirt as if she were clutching at her heart. All of a sudden, the numbness disappeared and a tornado of feelings swept through her system so quickly that it left Minah in a devastated state of mind. Her eyes watered as the hand that held onto the edge of the counter suddenly fell into her lap. She sobbed and nothing but pain ran through her veins.