sorry this is so abrupt, but iâm going to have to abandon dara and top here. with my recent trip to the hospital iâve started to evaluate a lot of things, and also iâve fallen behind at uni so iâll be playing catch up with that for a while.
added to that: i did make attempts at doing replies but i donât know, i guess i just lost my muse. so iâm really sorry, i know i started a lot of plots right before i got sick and i feel really bad, not to mention i haven't even really been here for that long, but i think this is the best decision for me at the moment.
To give someone an angel kiss, kiss them very gently on their eyelids or on the spot right next to their eye, using just your lips. Itâs a very romantic way to wake someone up or say goodbye.
Guitar Club meetings always seemed to fall on days with really nice weather. Dara and Nichkhun had begun to make a habit of taking advantage of this by taking their practice to the quad once the meetings were over (but not before a quick bite at the food court, as Daraâs appetite dictated).
The grass was warm, and they had managed to find a nice spot where the shade was dappled by the coverage of a tree. Sitting-slash-lying about in the sun made it very, very easy to fall asleep, and Dara could feel her eyelids beginning to droop as she listened to Nichkhun lazily pluck away at the strings of his guitar, her own guitar lying forgotten next to the base of the tree. Suddenly the guitar fell silent, and Dara looked over to see that Nichkhun had in fact beaten her in falling asleep.
Giggling quietly, she leaned over, grasped him gently on the side of his face and kissed him on his eyelids. Her voice came out in a happy lilt. âWake up, sleepyhead~â
ooc: so i guess i unintentionally lied when i said i'd do those kisses when i was in the hospital, eheh. but i got to go home today, and i'm feeling well enough to do some writing so yay!! hopefully i'll be a little productive before i go to bed
edit: i saw all those character development posts right after this one, realised how behind i am on those and laughed. and then died a little.
In an Eskimo kiss, two people rub their noses back and forth against each other. Itâs based on real kisses that people in Eskimo cultures give their friends. Just like with lip kisses, Eskimo kisses are best executed with your eyes closed.
Nobody really knew how Dara got away with coming into the Cooking Club every week while not being a proper member herself. She wasnât even there to cook; instead, she chattered happily to the people cooking all the while sneaking bites off of the meals they prepared.
Yoongiâs cooking was her special favourite; he could bake like no one else in the club and he never seemed to mind all that much when Dara took a bite of his food. Or seven. Dara was already happily munching away on someoneâs peach slice when she caught sight of Yoongiâs dish for the day, and she immediately went after him like a predator. âOppa, that looks so good!â What went unsaid was the question can I have some?
He laughed in response, knowing her true intentions, and offered the plate to her. âGo ahead, Dara.â She smiled delightedly and immediately took a couple of the tarts in her hands, popping a third in her mouth. Realising that with the tarts in hand she couldnât hug him or peck him on the cheek, she settled for leaning up on her tiptoes, closing her eyes and brushing her nose against his to show her gratitude. It was silly, but that was the way she liked to be with him.
ooc: its so boring lying in a hospital bed so i sent off a bunch of i want the kâs to everyone ehehe. I think I can manage writing really short things so feel free to send them to either dara or top!!
ooc: in hospital for the next few days or so (appendicitis). won't be able to do starters or replies. i'm sorry ;o; and of course this goes for top as well.
For all that Dara loved food, she was rather terrible at cooking it. At home, one would have expected that, as the older sibling, she might have been in charge of the cooking if ever their parents were away (which they were a lot). Not so. Her little brother matured fast, and seemed to have natural talent in the kitchen, which meant that Dara's own cooking skills had never really been developed. This had been okay. Up until she had gone off to college.
Living in her own dorm had left the girl to fend for herself, and for a while she survived on the worst diet possible. Take-out, five minute noodles, frozen dinners... her parents would have been appalled if they knew how she was living. She had to go home if she wanted a proper-home cooked meal, and that was only possible whenever there was a semester break.
Finally, someone in the heavens had decided to take pity on her, and sent her an angel in the form of Park Kyung. Although Dara couldn't say he was a better or equal cook to her brother (okay so she was probably biased; she was so proud of her little brother), Kyung's meals were still delicious, and he was even so kind enough as to let her take some back to her dorm a few times a week (and she hadn't even had to work her aegyo). He had said that she was doing him a favour by taking the burden of the leftovers off of his hands, and who was Dara to say no to an offer like that?
Today she was especially craving a nice dinner; it had been a long day, with classes practically from dawn to dusk and no breaks in between. She had the way to Kyung's dorm memorised like the back of her hand, and raced to get there straight after her Theatre Arts class finished up. She knocked on the door, before calling out,
At Daraâs comments and actions, Sooyoung grins. It wasnât that she necessarily liked being tallâ in fact, she kind of hated it. She had always wanted to be short and fragile looking like the other girls around her. But she was âblessedâ, although she believed it to be a curse, with her above-average height. And as a model, itâs what made her stand out. So they always dressed her up in heelsâ anything that would accentuate her legs and her height. After a while, she began to do the same. There was a sort of satisfaction that came from being taller than others.
However, it didnât surprise her that Dara needed an ID to get into a club. She did look pretty young⌠all the time. It wasnât a bad thing thoughâ a lot of woman would be envious of it. Although, it could be an inconvenience when getting into a club. Sooyoung simply snickers at the story, shaking her head before turning around and leading Dara to her car. After strapping in and starting the car, it seemed like they were there in no time.
As usual, the club was just starting to fill up as they arrived. Sooyoung knew that Dara was timidâ perhaps a club scene wasnât the right place for her. Especially with Sooyoungâ everyone seemed to be staring at them because she was there. But it was good to at least try to get out of your comfort zone. Besides, Sooyoung thought it was cute how shy Dara was being right now. She just hoped it woudnât last the whole night.
The line moved fairly quickly, and as usual, Sooyoung was granted instant access. However, she had to press the back of her hand to her lips, curled upwards in a smile, to suppress the laughter that was threatening to escape when Dara was stopped for ID. Once they were in the club, Sooyoung looked around. She didnât miss what Dara had said, though.
"Well it depends," Sooyoung yells back, laughing a bit before leaning closer to Dara so she could hear her better without her having to yell. "Do you drink to loosen up o do you think youâre okay without it? I donât want you to get drunk⌠At least not too earlyâ"
Dara tensed as she saw heads turn their way. She followed their line of sight and then realised that they werenât looking at her specifically, but rather Sooyoung beside her. Knowing that, she felt herself relax slightly; while Sooyoungâs line of work meant that she would certainly be used to having tons of attention, the opposite was true for Dara. She wasnât sure what she would do in the event that someone approached them; oh no, what if someone began to chat Sooyoung up, leaving her all alone by herself? She didnât get to ponder the thought much further once they were inside, however; the strobing lights and throbbing music instantly took her out of her own thoughts.
She was grateful that Sooyoung had leaned closer; if she had to yell all night sheâd probably end up losing her voice. âI donât really want me to get drunk either,â Dara replied sheepishly; although, wasnât that usually the aim of going out at night? But she felt pretty sure that her lack of experience with alcohol probably meant she was a lightweight, and goodness knows what she would be like under the influence. âMaybe⌠maybe just one though. I⌠actually, Iâm feeling a little nervous,â she confided, although Sooyoung had probably already noticed. âSo maybe a drink would be good.â
Trying to navigate their way to the bar proved difficult, at least for Dara (she especially went out of her way to avoid any awkward brushes with all the gyrating bodies); after a few seconds, she realised it was probably easier to just follow along behind Sooyoung as she cut a path through the club-goers. Someone backing away from the bar jostled her as he turned around, drinks in hand; he apologised, before sending her a wink. Â âYou have a nice night, ladies!â Not really sure how to respond, Dara just nodded in acknowledgement before quickly turning back to Sooyoung. People were so friendly in clubs. But somehow it made her uneasy, for she couldnât tell whether they were just naturally so, or drunk.
Once at the bar, Dara scanned the menu; none of the names meant anything to her. Mojito? Mai-Tai? What on earth were those? It was probably her best bet to just ask Sooyoung, maybe she could help? âSooyoung, do you have any recommendations? Something thatâs sweet, and isnât too strong?â
Splash!:Â wet hair, transparent underwear; our muses are chasing each other around in the park, eventually in a collision of ankles they are soaked to the bone in a public fountain...not a good day to wear white.Â
It was a day unlike any other day; Sandara Park had woken up before her alarm went off. Still groggy and disoriented from sleep, she got dressed, had breakfast, did the usual things⌠before realising that there were no classes on today. It was Sunday.
She had gotten herself fully dressed and ready to go to class, on a Sunday. Immediately wanting to smack herself in the face, Dara debated crawling back into bed, before thinking better of it. She was already dressed, she supposed she might as well get some fresh air. Not a soul was awake on campus; they were all college students, of course they wouldnât be awake this early.
Dara knew of only one person that might be awake on a Sunday morning, and that was Chiaki. No doubt the dedicated girl would be up already practicing violin or kendo or whatever else. She texted Chiaki to see if she wanted to meet in Gojong Park, getting an immediate, affirmative response.
 Gojong Park seemed especially lovely on Sundays, and Dara giggled with delight as she pulled Chiaki along into the park with her. âThereâs hardly anybody here yet, looks like weâve got the whole place to ourselves!! Whoo-hoooooooo!â Chiaki, far more subdued than her loud friend, smiled and let herself be propelled forward.
âHmmm⌠what should we do? We could just walk around, or climb a tree, or play hide and seek, or tagâŚâ From her choice in activities, no one could possibly guess that Dara was actually already twenty years old. Chiaki, knowing that Dara would never see it coming, suddenly exclaimed, âI vote tag! Youâre it!â before speeding off with an amused smile on her face.
Dara really hadnât seen it coming. Delighted at being surprised into a game by her usually quiet friend, she laughed before jogging to catch up. âNo fair! You have to give me a warning first!â
She followed Chiaki around trees and up hills, past the odd early morning jogger, over a bridge⌠it seemed like she would never catch up. âWhoa, Chiaki, how⌠are you so⌠fitâŚ?â She was already panting by now; maybe it was less a case of Chiaki being very fit and more a case of Dara being very unfit. Chiaki had managed to lose her again, and Dara scanned the surrounding area to see if she could find her.
Aha! There she was, standing by that fountain. If Dara went around behind the bushes, she could probably sneak up behind and tag Chiaki before she even knew what was happening. Dara proceeded to do so, keeping her head low so that she wouldnât be seen. Once Dara began getting closer, she slowed down, taking great care that the gravel under her feet wouldnât alert the other girl to her presence.
âHah! Ta- whoa!â Just as Dara reached forward to tap Chiaki on the shoulder, Chiaki realised she was behind her and spun round. Unfortunately, she had spun round a little too quickly and ended up losing her balance. Dara reached forward to try to catch her but- splash.
They looked at each other through dripping bangs, finding that they had somehow landed in the fountain. âOh no, weâre both soaked!â Chiaki stared glumly down at her wet clothes, before looking up as she heard the other laughing. âDaraâŚ?â Dara had gone into a right fit, so amused that they had fallen into the fountain. Thinking of a way to snap her out of it, Chiaki sent a wave of water Daraâs way. It hit her from the chest down and only served to make her laugh harder, before she began to splash back.
Chiaki hadnât meant to instigate a water fight, but they had one anyway. It was a good thing that the park really was empty, as onlookers might possibly have suspected the two of being crazy. At least neither of them were wearing white.Â
so i've been telling everyone on twitter i want to join a new club, and i've decided on the photography club!! don't i look cool with my fancy camera? #nowifonlyiknewhowtouseit #lilbroscamera #borrowingnotstealing
Ara turn around and smile softly at the girl and nods her head ânee.. i like more cute dresses and cute fashion because i never try to be sexy..â she giggles shyly ât-thankyou sunbae.. aniyo.. i bet sunbae will look beautifull in the dress!â
She giggles and look at her âsunbae.. can we paired up together for this run away project?â she blush and look at her shyly âb-because iâm new here so i didnt know anyone..â
she giggles and hook arm with her and walk toward the empty table âso sunbae what is our run away theme? what type of style we should use?â she tilt her head and look at her âhow about if we combain the boyish style and cute girl style?â she smile softly
Dara grinned triumphantly; she just knew Ara was into cute dresses and the like. âI donât really try to be sexy either,â she replied with a laugh. And she was telling the truth; the thought of making herself seem âsexyâ to other people just seemed strange. The word âsexyâ hardly fit in Daraâ vocabulary; awkward was a much better word to describe her.
âSo I guess I should be calling you hoobae, right? Ah, youâre too nice! I still donât think dresses suit me⌠but thank you anyway!â Dara nodded her agreement when Ara suggested they be partners. âYeah, we can be partners! I donât think I know anyone here eitherâŚâ She noticed the otherâs blush.  âAw, youâre kind of shy, arenât you? Weâll probably make friends with the others too, donât worry!â
Dara sat at the table Ara led her too, and put a finger up to her mouth in thought. âHmm⌠I think thatâs a good idea! Cute and boyish can totally go together! We could try to find things that are in pretty colours but are also sporty, like jerseys and running shoes. Ooh, Iâm excited already; I bet no one elseâs theme will be like ours!â
A thought occurred to her. âWait⌠are other people modelling for us, or do we have to wear the clothes ourselves? I-I donât think I can walk down a runway in front of peopleâŚâ
Pumpkin Spice: messy hair, and warm mugs; our muses are sitting around, having the perfect lazy dayâŚmost of it a daze of stolen kisses, and the taste of pumpkin spice on each otherâs lips - seongnana
It was the weekend, but due to inclement weather, most of the students had ended up staying huddled in their dorms anyway. Rain fell heavily against the window, and Dara shivered. She pulled the sleeves of her sweater over her hands in the attempt to warm them up.
A clatter of mugs and spoons sounded from the kitchenette, and Nana emerged, holding two warm mugs of pumpkin spice lattes. Dara was certain that she wouldnât be as happy to see any other sight but that, and made grabby motions for the drink.
âWhy are you sitting on the floor, Dara? Maybe you didnât realise, but thereâs a perfectly usable couch right behind you.â
Nana passed the mug down to Dara, who gave her a grateful smile. ââŚItâs just one of those days, you know. A sitting-on-the-floor day.â She drew up her knees to her chest and sipped at the mug.
Nana laughed. âIs that right? Okay, itâs a sitting-on-the-floor day.â She bent down and sat cross-legged next to Dara, who immediately seized the opportunity to gain a bit more warmth, resting her back against the other girlâs side.
Truth be told, Dara had had a teeny tiny crush on Nana ever since she had met the older girl. She was gorgeous; but everyone could see that. What entranced Dara was Nanaâs spark; she was lively and vivacious in everything she did, and during every moment she burned like a flame. Unfortunately, it seemed pretty clear after a short period of knowing her that Nana was straight, which left Dara with just the hope that the silly little infatuation would soon go away.
She looked at Nana. The other girl noticed the look and smiled, and Dara smiled shyly back. Apparently, she would have to keep on hoping. The two sat in pleasant silence, sipping at the mugs until barely a drop was left.
âDara. I know weâre not planning on going anywhere today, but how could you let yourself leave your room with that birdâs nest of a hairstyle?â The girl in question blinked at the sudden criticism, and then shrugged. There Nana was again, blunt as always.
âItâs not like anyone really important would have seen me! Everybodyâs shut up in their rooms same as us.â Apparently that excuse did not cut it for Nana. Dara almost fell backwards, suddenly unsupported as the other girl stood up. She watched as Nana crossed the room to a set of drawers, before coming back armed with a hairbrush and hair tie. Dara gave in as the other girl raised a brow, turning so that Nana could brush at her hair. It was a lost cause, Dara thought. No one could tame her hair.
But apparently, Nana was magical, for somehow in the space of a few minutes she had managed to coax Daraâs hair into a braid. âThere; that looks so much better!â Nana sat back on her heels, pleased with her work. Dara had to admit; from what she could see of her reflection in the shine of the TV screen, it looked really good.
âThank you, Nana!â Dara leapt up and, in the spur of the moment, leaned in to kiss Nanaâs cheek. So maybe it was for more than just showing her gratitude; Nana didnât need to know.
