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JUNG EUNJI. 24. architect. ❝ the lioness cannot protect herself from traps, and the fox cannot defend herself from wolves. one must therefore be a fox to recognize traps, and a lioness to frighten wolves. ❞

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Masquerade AU Starter Sentences

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“I feel like I know you.”

“I have to leave at midnight”

“Are you going to leave a shoe behind for me to find you?”

“I’ll take my mask off only if you can guess my name.”

“I know you, but you don’t know me.”

“I don’t think I know you.”

“Have we met before?”

“Your eyes are breathtakingly beautiful behind that mask!”

“Care to dance?”

“So I guess this is the wallflower section?”

“Punch?”

“I can’t dance.”

“You’re doing a lovely job.”

“Ow! You stepped on my foot.”

“Don’t step on my skirts”

“This corset is so tight.”

“You look handsome tonight.”

“You look beautiful tonight.”

“That’s a lovely dress.”

“That dress shows off all the right curves.”

“I never thought I’d see you in a tux.”

“You look great in a tux.”

“Her dress must have cost her thousands.”

“Some people go so overboard with these things.”

“Can I see who you are beneath the mask?”

“Can I kiss you?”

“Stop looking at your feet and look at me.”

“I feel like I’m hobnobbing with royalty here.”

“I’ve never worn anything this fancy before.”

“Can you guess who I am?”

“You can take off my mask.”

“You have to promise not to be upset when I take off the mask.”

“These shoes are leaving blisters!”

“I feel like I’m in a fairy tale.”

“I feel like I’m in a nightmare.”

[eunji247-blog]

ooc note

school is killing me right now with a bunch of papers + i haven’t been feeling the best mentally/emotionally so replies will be delayed till mid-week, possibly. sorry for the wait to those i’m plotting and writing with ;o;

[247argent-deactivated20160626]

The Great British Bitch-Off || A.D & J.E.J

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( ... )

“Nice to meet you Eunji, Argent Do.”

He says as he extends his hand as a friendly gesture for a shake.

[eunji247-blog]

the friendly greetings she received were comforting; eunji hadn’t realized how jittery her nerves were until she sat down at the table and a round of introductions commenced. she’d heard of a few of the people here before from talking to jea about what was going on in her friend circle, but none of the names or faces jumped out at her in particular. jea had mentioned one of mitchell’s mates was from cheongnam… maybe he was the one running late? jea’s husband was waiting by the front door for someone, and… well, it had to be him.

after ordering a beer for herself, eunji leaned over to whisper a question to jea when mitchell returned with their overdue guest in tow. following jea’s lead, she stood up, an amicable smile on her face as mitchell introduced her to the newcomer. “charming? oh please, mitchell. if you’re going to lie, at least make it believable.” once she’d brushed the hair out of her face, eunji finally had the chance to look at the other man properly. her smile dimmed.

the face was familiar, as was the name. argent do. of course eunji knew him--it was impossible not to. gossip girl made sure the cheongnam graduates were united in one way or another, but it was more than that. the decadent intellectuals, wasn’t that what gossip girl dubbed them? eunji had always harboured a special resentment for the group of wealthy, intelligent, lazy students. while she worked her ass off for half of the same advantages, they had everything without having to lift a finger and did nothing with it.

he didn’t recognize her. she searched his eyes for a flickers of something, anything, but came up empty. “likewise,” she said, slipping her hand into his. the handshake was more cold than friendly--she squeezed his too tightly and pulled away far too fast for it to be in good cheer. “jea tells me you attended cheongnam,” she continues. “i think i remember you… the winter king, wasn’t it? one of our school’s special nicknames. i heard it tossed around a lot.”

[247youngjae-blog]

( msg → eunji noona ) excused ( msg → eunji noona ) my kinda coolness is universal ( msg → eunji noona ) HEY im unemployed by choice okay  ( msg → eunji noona ) yes that is a challenge bring it on

( msg → eunji noona ) ill be there

[eunji247-blog]

( msg → twerp ) :| ( msg → twerp ) i won’t go easy on you okay ( msg → twerp ) alright see you then!! ( msg → twerp ) ps i hope you haven’t forgotten what i look like....

[chaerin247]

come on come all to this tragic affair || eunji + chaerin

( ... )

She picked up her phone again, calling him again, but this time she’d had enough, this time she was too damn furious. She couldn’t fucking believe this. As soon as the beep ended she yelled into the phone, slurring her words slightly, “YONGJUN, I HATE YOU, HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME, I LIKED YOU SO MUCH AND YOU’RE JUST AN ASSHOLE!” She hung up the phone and shoved it into her purse, the tears welling up in the corners of her eyes and her nose tingling.

@247eunji

[eunji247-blog]

note to self: don't agree to go on a date with your friend’s brother’s girlfriend’s cousin’s friend.

eunji officially had a new rule: don’t agree to go out with people you haven’t met in real life. it was easy to stand up someone whose face you’d never seen and frankly, she was tired of being on the receiving end of it. tonight was supposed to be a nice dinner with a civil engineer she’d been texting on and off with. he wasn’t terribly interesting, but since her friend had set them up, eunji supposed she should make an effort. aaaand look where that got her: an hour had passed and he just had the maître d tell her he wouldn’t be coming. i’m held up at work, his message said. but please, enjoy yourself. i’ll take care of the bill.

what an ass.

watching wine swirl around in her glass with each circular motion, she leaned back in her chair. all dressed up for nothing. was there ever anything more embarrassing than a woman dining alone in a fancy restaurant? the slurred yelling of a woman two tables away challenged that question. eunji could only observe as the woman said her piece and hung up. yongjun… another ass. silently tipping her glass towards the woman, she couldn’t help but feel a sense of camaraderie with her. here they were, both victims of men who clearly had their dicks so far up their butts they couldn’t feel-- (eunji had been drinking a lot of wine).

well, two was better than one, right? even in misery. she motioned for the maître d to bring her order to the other woman’s table and gathered up her purse to make the move. sliding into the seat across from her, wine still in hand, eunji gave her a sympathetic smile. “so this youngjun douche stood you up?” she asked, leaning forward. “first date or boyfriend or…?” bringing the glass to her lips, she added, “i know what it’s like. i wish i could say it gets better but… it’ll suck for a while. wine helps, though.”

[247youngjae-blog]

( msg → eunji noona ) OH WOW thanks babe ( msg → eunji noona ) fine granted im much cooler now ( msg → eunji noona )  I am a grown man ( msg → eunji noona ) ill out-drink you  ( msg → eunji noona ) i dont have a job im free all the time when can you meet me

[eunji247-blog]

( msg → twerp ) 'babe’ excuse you ( msg → twerp ) coolness is subjective but o k ( msg → twerp ) is that a challenge omo ( msg → twerp ) fuck my dongsaeng is a bum ( ɵ̥̥ ˑ̫ ɵ̥̥) how could this happen ( msg → twerp ) tomorrow @ 9 sound good?

[eunji247-blog]

take a bow

ft. @247hakyeon.

if someone would’ve told jung eunji’s high school self that she would one day be waiting backstage at a musical holding a bouquet the size of her head in her hands, she would’ve laughed. and laughed and laughed. as much as she enjoyed the theatre, musicals used to be her least favourite kind of productions (not to mention tickets were crazy expensive). plays were nice, ballets were even better, and one time she’d snuck into an opera had been heavenly. musicals, on the other hand, had always been a hit or a miss.

and yet here she was, at her third night of elisabeth. eunji attended opening night, the show right in the middle, and now the final performance. some of the musical numbers were frighteningly familiar to her; if she tried, she could probably sing a few of the songs from start to finish without looking at the lyrics. the things she did for friends, honestly. well, in this case, best friends. hakyeon was playing the role of death in elisabeth and as his self-proclaimed #1 fan, it was eunji’s duty to support him.

the congratulatory flower bouquet was a must, as was the banner reading HAKYEON, FIGHTING! now stuffed in her purse. over the years, eunji had become the embarrassing mom-like supporter in the audience when it came to hakyeon’s musicals: the one who cheered loudly every time he finished a number, who whistled during kiss scenes, and cried during the standing ovation at the end of the show. pride flew out the window when it came to supporting her friend, though she always regretted her excessive actions once she left the theatre.  

a few of the performers recognized her (and vice versa) and they passed by on their way to the dressing rooms. eunji was so caught up in congratulating whoever passed by that she almost didn’t see hakyeon as he came backstage. eyes lighting up at the sight of her friend, eunji rushed over, beaming. “hakyeon! congratulations on your final show! it was spectacular as always, but i’m sure you already knew that.” the giant bouquet stopped her from giving him a hug, so she thrust it into his hands. “you probably have a billion flowers waiting for you in your dressing room, but i thought i’d bring you some anyway.”

[247youngjae-blog]

( msg → eunji noona ) i was cute dongsaeng a minute ago and now im pest ( msg → eunji noona ) you changed noona ( msg → eunji noona )  i do not want to be a part of that app ( msg → eunji noona ) IM NOT UR CUTE DONGSAENG  ( msg → eunji noona ) im grown. lets go for a drink  

[eunji247-blog]

( msg → twerp ) you’re both? that works ( msg → twerp ) /i/ changed???? ( msg → twerp ) excuse me while i LAUGH MY ASS OFF ( msg → twerp ) ok ok fine you’re not cute you’re a ~*grown man*~ ( msg → twerp ) let’s meet at stompers then. let me know when you’re free! 

[eunji247-blog]

(past) et tu?

ft. @247woozi.

cheongnam high school’s dining hall was akin to a five star gourmet restaurant. possessing a near incomprehensible menu, smartly dressed servers, and set against a backdrop of crystal chandeliers and fine china, it boasted only the finest quality for the country’s best and richest, served on a literal silver platter.

for eunji, eating there felt like a crime. her scholarship came with a meal card that allowed her to eat lunch in the dining hall once a day for ‘free,’ but she hated using it. part of her stubborn refusal to eat the same frou-frou meals the rest of the school did was motivated by pride, and part of it stemmed from her disgust at the excess her peers indulged in--seriously, since when did high school teenagers need to eat like the prime minister? was it necessary?

but the largest part of her reluctance came from a desire to avoid drama. the dining hall was where petty high school rivalries often came to head, where people religiously scoured the gossip girl website for something to gossip about, where confrontations culminated in fights and rumours began. it was so goddamn tiring; there was something new every day.

today was no different. triangle kimbap in hand, eunji was searching for a place to sit when a bitchfight broke out mere centimeters away from her. suppressing a groan, she tried to inch away from the two girls going at each other, hair flying and nails flashing. apparently, one of them slept with the other’s boyfriend? who even knew. she was half convinced these people didn’t even need a reason to go after each other.

before she could get out of the way, one of the girls’ arms went out and smacked eunji in the face. she staggered backwards, almost dropping her lunch, but neither of the girls seemed to notice (though a few of the onlookers did, judging by their snickers). she rubbed her rapidly reddening face. “screw this,” eunji hissed, turning around and stalking out of the dining hall.

outside, she sagged against the wall and unwrapped her kimbap. “i. fucking. hate. this. place.” another day, another drama, except this one ended up with a smack to the face. why didn’t these idiots have anything better to do with their lives?

[koalmi]

Eunji ah~~~

[eunji247-blog]

rewind

[ikharu-blog]

( ... )

she had been prepared to just up and leave to make things easier, to avoid having to look at whomever it was that had sent her body memories of a living nightmare. but she heard her name… and if that wasn’t enough, the voice that had uttered her name was familiar… and that familiarity brought a sting to her chest. so she looked up at the girl and pressed her lips together, shaky hands fumbling inside her purse to find her phone where she could type. her eyes focused onto the screen, avoiding looking into the eyes of someone who had left. 「 just take the bench, i’m leaving anyway. 」

[eunji247-blog]

over the years, eunji learned to prepare herself for the unexpected as much as one could. surprises remained unsettling, but she could adapt to them quickly and smoothly, as if no transition was needed in the first place. with this situation, eunji didn’t think she could manage to take it in stride. there was too much bad blood between them for that to happen, old hurts still fresh and raw.

she valued two things in a friend: honesty and loyalty. shin yuji possessed both traits when they first met in high school, and it didn’t take long at all for the two to become friends. at least, until she suddenly shut eunji out. to this day, eunji didn’t know why. she spent nights staring up at her ceiling, wondering what it could have possibly been. did she do something wrong? was it her fault? or did yuji just… hate her? was it because eunji was poor? did she buy into the same crap the rest of cheongnam did?

eunji couldn’t figure it out and eventually she stopped trying altogether. the only times she thought about yuji became when they passed by each other in the hallways or when gossip girl posted about her.

and now here she was in the flesh after so many years. eunji felt faint. “i--” she stopped as yuji started rummaging through her bag and pulled out a phone. phone? what was she doing? brows furrowing, eunji leaned in for a closer look and was met with words typed on a screen. “you… don’t want to talk to me.” she phrased it like a statement, disbelief bleeding into her tone. seriously? in that moment, eunji was tempted to let her go.

but maybe this was a sign of divine providence. whatever happened in high school happened, and there was no way for either of them to change it. that didn’t mean things would have to stay the same now. “there’s enough room on the bench for two,” eunji said, sitting down as close to the opposite end as possible. “you don’t have to go if you don’t need to.” if nothing else, eunji wanted some closure with yuji, to at least know what happened and why she’d pushed her away.  “honestly, if it’s because of me, then i’m surprised you recognized me to start with.”

[247youngjae-blog]

( msg → eunji noona ) just your definition will be fine ( msg → eunji noona ) well it tells you about my life so ( msg → eunji noona )  ew what the hell why an app ( msg → eunji noona ) i dont want the story thanks ( msg → eunji noona ) hm noona trying to get me drunk are you

[eunji247-blog]

( msg → twerp ) an annoying younger pest ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)  ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)  ( msg → twerp ) um yeah the public stuff but i don’t care about that ( msg → twerp ) i have no clue but it’s vicious. same shit, different year ( msg → twerp ) why not? i want to see my ~*cute dongsaeng*~ drink!  ( msg → twerp ) collect blackmail material if it works out like that

[247soojung-blog]

; the fault in our sauce

[247soojung-blog]

( ... )

the first thought that comes to mind is if she’s blind. if that was the case, it was one less problem for her ( as terrible as that sounded ), the risk of being seen eliminated. she becomes wary that it’s just a trick, but the girl seems so desperate. besides, if someone were to spot her at this very moment, she could already picture the headlines—‘jung soojung returns after five year disappearance, refuses to help the handicapped’—and that’s the absolute last thing she needs.

“you… you can’t see?” her mother would be proud, she’s never sounded more eloquent.

[eunji247-blog]

of all the responses she expects, this isn’t one of them. eunji blinks and looks down at the contents of her basket. it’s still blurry, but she can definitely see packages of pasta and vegetables in there. and there are no canes or guidance dogs in sight, so to leap to the conclusion that she can’t see is a bit weird in her books. then again, eunji’s not sure how else someone would parse her odd request, so maybe she’s the weird one here.

“i can see,” she says. “i saw you, didn’t i?” of course, how is the other woman supposed to know that as well? her exhaustion is messing with her reasoning capabilities and that’s frightening to think about. it also explains a lot, like why the stupid tomato sauce fiasco is enough to make her want to wail. she sucks in a deep breath. keep it together, eunji. “i mean, mostly,” she amends. “i just left my glasses at home so everything’s blurry.” if someone does that dumb how many fingers am i holding up test right now, she’ll be able to answer with ease, but that’s the extent of her capabilities.

“i don’t want to spend the rest of the night combing through the aisles, so if you could help me i would really appreciate it.” this time she does manage to reign in the irritation and hopes the woman will take pity on her. if not, it’s back to square one. yipee. 

[247youngjae-blog]

( msg → eunji noona ) what the hell ill hack into your phone right now and change that  ( msg → eunji noona ) what the fuck is a twerp  ( msg → eunji noona ) my brother’s fine. you should know if you read the news at all. he’s on there all the time ( msg → eunji noona ) is that dumb gossip website still up? he’ll be there probably ( msg → eunji noona ) hey… we can, if you want

[eunji247-blog]

( msg → twerp ) pls try i need a laugh right now ( msg → twerp ) do you want the academic definition? ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)  ( msg → twerp ) i knooow but since when does the news tell you anything important? ( msg → twerp ) lmao it evolved. it’s an app now. long fucking story.  ( msg → twerp ) when are you free? maybe we should go for drinks instead since you’re legal...!

[247youngjae-blog]

( msg → eunji noona ) oh hey ( msg → eunji noona ) sorry i guess you just slipped my memory ( msg → eunji noona ) its nice to hear from you actually how’s your family i used to go to your house a lot ( msg → eunji noona ) you’re ‘eunji noona’ on my phone now i hope you like it

[eunji247-blog]

( msg → twerp ) l o l okay then  i’m really feeling the love right now ᵟຶᴖ ᵟຶ ( msg → twerp ) well i guess you did remember me so that counts for something ( msg → twerp ) : my parents are fine just old. they’d probably want to see you sometime if they knew you were back -___-; ( msg → twerp ) how's your brother doing? how are you doing? we should have coffee sometime ( msg → twerp ) i guess that’s ok. you’re ‘twerp’ irl and in my phone tho

[247belle-blog]

coffee for two

[247belle-blog]

( ... )

“how have you been?” belle asked once they sat down at the table she was waiting at. there were so many questions she had to ask eunji, especially with her job and how england was. “i haven’t been to asia for so long i’m still a little jet lagged, i haven’t been this awake in so long!”

[eunji247-blog]

“oof.” stifling a giggle at the intensity with which belle hugged her, eunji gave a slight squeeze before sitting down. “i’m just being honest!” and she meant it; the states had been kind to belle. her friend was healthy and glowing, which was enough to make eunji happy. trading messages back and forth and only getting to see her through a tiny, dim laptop screen every now and then wasn’t good enough. eunji was greedy with her friends. she wanted them near her as much as possible.

“i’ve been good!” she said, setting her bags down by her feet. “i’m working for kim enterprises as a project architect. it’s not the most prestigious firm in the world, but i like it so far. some of our clients are insane, though.” god, eunji had so many horror stories to share with belle over drinks sometime. “but tell me all about you! you’re opening an effleurer store here, right?” eunji didn’t know a whole lot about belle’s business venture, but she was excited nonetheless and couldn’t wait to see how it would turn out.

at the mention of jet lag, she let out a soft groan and threw her head back. “i know; it’s the worst thing about travelling anywhere outside of asia, or even in the continent.” speaking of which... eunji straightened up, eyes sparkling. “clearly you need caffeine and lots of it. should we grab some coffee before i hand over your gifts from england?”