° burning all the bridges

◦ choi jinri ◦ 19 yrs clenched in her fists ◦ partying it up with two faves in park tower ◦ aerokinetic airhead ◦"can we forget about it? can we forget?"

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HE DOESN’T KNOW LOVE. he isn’t ashamed to admit it. at three, he was abandoned. at nine, a show-dog for the family adopted. at thirteen, a vagabond numb to the touch. at twenty-one, he’s a host. a cheat. a flirt. and at the earliest hours of the day with soft tender choi jinri nestled against his chest, sehun dares to imagine himself as a viable boyfriend type of thing. 

he doesn’t know love, but sehun supposes at his age he’s learned about adoration.

he’s learned about the power that choi jinri possesses, strong enough to steal oxygen dry from his lungs and replace it with herself—a silent confession he’d like to imagine between hungry mouths—crawling down his throat and coiling around the jaded heart, the dismal soul.

he adores her, protective with fervidity only last shown toward an abandoned feline, one that he, at such a young age, failed to protect. along with the last of his childhood innocence.

but jinri is not a cat and surely, surely, sehun can do better with her.

he wants to be. 

better, anyway.

“jinri,” gruff, his voice rumbles against her ear, hand slipping under her shirt for something to hold onto, to steel himself against the ghosts, the skeletons, with the slow beat of her heart. “wake up.” 

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by this point, home was something only softly known.

sometimes jinri thought she'd found it in the ring of soojung's laughter, or in the curve of han's smirk.  at others, she could've sworn it rested at the bottom of a soju glass, or in the warmth of naeun's soft, strong hands or in the way, sometimes, she made the choice to watch the sun rise and hadn't had it thrust upon her, or in this, or in that, or in anything and everything that didn't make her days feel like drowning.

but it all didn't matter, because most of the time, she'd lose it eventually.  the feeling of home, and safety and warmth always seemed to slip out of her shaking fingers far too easily, grip managing to wrap around fear and longing instead.

cue oh sehun.

mercurial, magnificent oh sehun.

it would be ignorant and incorrect to say he satiated the starvation no one else could, but it wouldn't be wrong to say that he reminded her of being a girl with feet for dancing and lips for kissing and a hungry, hungry tongue for devouring.  that thusly, she didn't mind the idea of feasting on his being or that all of it felt like permission to be alive, even for a selfish second.

so she falls into him, more than willing to wrap around a boy resting on a steel spine.  for all her soft, she could use that rigidity.  she rests against a broad, aching chest and it feels as natural as breathing.

which is why she doesn't even question it when his hand sneaks down her shirt, groggily reaching over to place her own hand over his.

"hmm?"

eyes fluttering open, her gaze then blearily breaches her chest, the sight of which draws faint twin roses in her cheeks, a jerk of the head to look up at the offender and two syllables, pressed through pouting lips and gritted teeth: "SEHUN."

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hello good eggs of gods' and monsters! i have returned from the first wave of midterms and am dropping all old threads and shit because frankly, i don't have much interest in them anymore? i'm sorry ): to make up for it, here's a starter giveaway though! like this for a para starter and reply for a script!

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Even if you weren't an aerokinetic, I'm pretty sure you'd still take my breath away.

that's... thanks! ... ~~ 

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would any of the people in summer like to do a neatchat or something? :9

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♎ moon runes.

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oh, it is. i only started learning korean here, so it’s…passable at best, as i’m sure you can tell. (` with a slight smile, she twists her hand in an awkward gesture of futile apology ) do you speak english? (` she eyes jinri with renewed interest, falling silent as the younger girl begins to muse, seeming to turn inwards for a moment. it’s almost amusing how her words seem to be rambling off the moment the thought occurs to her; besides, samantha has always preferred to be a listener rather than a speaker anyway ) i wouldn’t mind, although i think i’m the lucky one here — you’re probably much better company than i am. (` the curve of her lips turns slightly sardonic at the indirect admission of her lack of much social interatction, before she turns a curious gaze on jinri ) is there anything in particular you want to do? maybe you can tell me more about your nights that are less dull than most. (` after a moment, she purses her lips, hoping that her question won’t be taken the wrong way. curse her limited vocabulary and awkward phrasing )

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no, no! ( * raises a hand, fingers fluttering in admonishment )  you're doing great, korean's difficult!  that's better than a lot of people, who don't even try... ( * pouts slightly, expression quick to pick up )  are you learning japanese too?  the first wave of us were korean, but this is a japanese island... ( * stumbles into a short silence, lips quirking into a grin ) yes i do, sam unni!  shall we converse in that, or would you prefer to continue practice?  ( * grin widens, excitement always quick to rise in the face of differing tongues; slight protrusion of the lower lip ) now now, all company is good company.  it's never a competition, you know?  just as you are, you're plenty interesting-- i was just going to walk around and maybe stargaze, but that alone seems a bit... well dull now. ( * smiles reassuringly, jerking her head forwards ) what would you like to hear?

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❝ DOUBTLESS —

when choi jinri sees a man stumbling about the halls of the main lodge, she feels obligated to help.  why?  because she's capable, perfectly capable--being sober, awake and with time to kill--and in her world of seemingly simplistic ideals, that's good enough of a reason to.

wide eyes and tentatively curled lips mark the face of the aerokinetic as she approaches the man, tapping lightly at his arm before catching a handful of a staggering shoulder--ethanol emanated off him in waves, stench strong and a bit sad in the middle of the day--a small, breathy, "woah there, sir," parting from her mouth.  "let's get you steady."  before you hurt yourself.  

idle conversation is what she maintains with the man, mind stretched between finding a place to seat him before pressing onwards on her mission to see him off somewhere safe.  the 

"look," the mutant mumbles, pulling them to a pause and giving a seemingly moist squeeze to the brunette's shoulder.  when he jerks his head upwards, jinri follows the direction with her gaze, confusion marking her fair features--mistletoe?  so what?--those which are quick to twist into surprised panic as he turns her around, gripping her shoulders with a surprising insistence.

it stings, it really stings and so she struggles, motions of the dull, feeble strain that accompanies shock.  rough hands slip up the girl's neck, licking cool flame across her skin; hot, foul breath brushes against her face, carrying words equally as vile,

"haksaeng-ah... shouldn't we kiss?"  

it's as if his words are thunder, and she's the fool who could only freeze in the face of lightning; it's the menacing rumble of his murmurs and laughter that prompt her to get to her feet and plow through his chest, zipping down the halls and out the door.

he did something, he did something--she knows, because her skin burns and her head spins and the air won't take her, she won't take to the air; her flight is sloppy, her breath is ragged and she continues to dip, dip and rise before she finally wipes out, hitting the ground with a thud and rolling.  

it burns, everything burns; but she sighs into the snow, preferring its cold caress, it's frozen flame over what finally pushes her into unconsciousness.  

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♎ moon runes.

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(` her smile widens when the gesture is returned, a slight quirk of her lips the only sign that the quote from the other female amuses her — not the artist’s words in themselves, but hearing them in a language other than english. it’s strange, familiar yet not. she inclines her head in reply to the stranger’s statement, not quite a gesture of agreement or otherwise, but merely acknowledgement — she doesn’t have a favourite season, not anymore if she even ever had one ) i’m samantha — sam is fine too. (` she gives a light shrug of her shoulders and takes a few steps down the steps of the lodge until the faint crunch of snow under her boots is heard ) are you much of a night person? or just for today? (` she turns back to smile at jinri, although her tone is hardly prying. it’s just her way of starting conversation, a little inquisitive and more than a touch of irony in her words at times, and if the recipient decides to deflect it with a half-lie, it’s nothing to her. she’s here for the company, not for an interrogation ) i’m nocturnal myself, so these are my usual hours, but it does get a little dull at times. (` she grins wryly )

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samantha... ( * she rolls the name on her tongue, face growing contemplative before her lips curve into an ever seemingly present smile ) that's a lovely name, flower of samuel...  unless english isn't your mother tongue? ( * curiosity colours her features, accented with slight anticipation--such things are interesting, they've always been interesting; people are stories with feet after all and there's few things choi jinri loves more than a good story.  she laughs )  i too would say that i am a partaker in the nocturnal lifestyle-- i tend to work late and stay up and the like... so i don't really know how to go to sleep on time anymore. ( * wrinkles her nose )  when you think about it though, what's on time anyway?  as long as you're up to do the things you've ought to do, it shouldn't matter, right?  ( * pauses, once again slipping into thought before a spatter of speech )  then do you wanna spend it with me?  my night is a bit dull myself--the usual folks that keep it from being like that are... hul, busy.  so if you wanna--  ( * grins, a flash of subtle shyness in the gesture )

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♎ moon runes.

(` the whole point of joining in this excursion is supposed to be an excuse for samantha to come out of her shell a little, but she hasn’t been able to meet very many new faces quite yet. much of this can be blamed on her sleeping habits — it’s surprisingly difficult to stop being nocturnal, even if only temporarily — which is why she is rather happy to see another lone figure leaving the lodge late in the evening, when the sun is already out of sight ) hello. are you out for a walk as well? (` she approaches the stranger with a faint smile and a polite tilt of her head, her hands snug in her coat pockets. this is hardly something she would usually do, but since they’re all here for the same reason, she figures there isn’t any harm being friendlier ) i find everything much prettier at night, really. (` she falls silent then, waiting for the reply which will easily tell her whether her presence is welcome or otherwise at the current moment )

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( * dark eyes flicker over the smooth, violet washed snowscape; it’s pretty, she supposes, serene. maybe if she could focus on the lines of the hills for long enough, on how shadows of the forest beyond her tickled the bright winter sky and how happily the stars danced in it, she could forget the slump that found her shoulders in her moments of solitude; maybe she could avoid feeling painfully small. if not, better here, where the cold would eventually force her to move, digging its cold fingers under her skin, than in the space of the cabin, where movement is so easy to avoid. she exhales, gaze following the trail of vapour that parts from her lips, lips that twist in relief and quiet delight at the presence of someone else--figures, no matter the circumstance, hers is a being always hungry for company ) hello! that i am. ( * her eyes curve into welcoming crescents as her smile extends ) i agree! as gogh said, ‘the night is even more richly coloured than the day,’ especially ‘cause it’s winter. ( * her gaze drops from the stranger’s face, down to feet that idly kick at the snow before returning to their place ) i’m jinri. what’s your name?

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(/ she thinks of pulling a surprise on jinri but then she ends up worrying that she may give the girl a heart attack since they haevn't seen each other for so long. snow throwing will happen after the reunion she decides and so she calls to the girl in the distance with an eager wave of her hand.) Jinri! (/ arms will open once the girl turns around.)

( * she moves through the pleasant white masses of snow with a quiet hum, having a bit of fun kicking the snow along as she walks— how far would it go this time? kick. how about this time? kick. how about this time? a small grin in the face of a simple distraction, a moment framed by white; one that’s turned right over by the sound of an all too familiar voice; the aerokinetic twists around immediately, eyes wide, indignant—there was no fucking way. ) UNNI! ( * she’s quick to scoop up the loose snow at her feet an throw it at the woman, repeating herself ) UNNI! ( * flings even more )

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hello?

xx. they forgot something.

airheaded—jinri’s had the adjective slung at her number of times, a play on her gift and (though she wouldn’t like to admit it) a pretty accurate one to utilise when describing the girl; it’s certainly a word that runs through her thoughts—along with a slew of frustrated expletives— as she searches through her bag for a certain something, embarrassed and panicked. she can’t find it, she can’t find it, the little bound, black moleskine she used for a variety of things, tattered and worn from her varieties of distress.

the brunette heaves a sigh, dark eyes searching the heavens—as if they’d be there, unless she’d… no, no, no—before dropping to her hands; she frowns, stroking a pale thumb against a blushing fingertip—she’d been busy in the last while, leaving her digits to forget the cutting caress of steel strings and grow irate.

steel strings.

she pulls out her phone, searching through her contacts before pressing the device to her cheek; contemplation colours her face as the dialtone continues to hum (this has to be it, it has to be), eyes widening with foolish surprise as she’s presented with a greeting. jinri clears her throat, tongue flicking across her lower lip before she responds, “hi! um, by any chance, did i leave a little notebook behind?”

unknowingly, the fingers of her left hand cross, in sync with the sentiment that can most certainly be heard in her tone—that being, ‘please say yes.’

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❝ SILVER TONGUES —

gmxwendy:

( ... )

"I need you to come to that one street next to the café I work at- yeah, that’s the one, i’m next to the convenience store there- anyways, there’s this boy I kinda acquired on my way home and I need you to give me and the kid a ride-" Wendy’s sentence is cut off as she narrowly dodges a punch in the face, sticking out her foot to trip her offender. "Please be here soon, Jin!" She manages to make out as she hangs up to properly hold off these kids until Jinri gets here- which is hopefully soon. 

nothing sells quite as well as meat and cheap alcohol on nights like this, jinri finds--and with the weather being as it's been in the last while, the smoky halls of her second job were constantly full; it's with a sigh of relief that she finally melts off the floor, a flutter of limbs and air as she enters the break room, perking at the sight of a coworker.

 idle chat fills the warm air between the two, easy laughter bubbling to her lips--she felt most together when busy, almost as content as she felt when she was with her favourite people--only paused by the woman's declaration of needing to go to the bathroom. the mutant waves her off with a grin, leaning back and rolling stiff joints as she pulls out her phone and fiddles around.

a small sound of surprise drops out of quirked lips as it begins to buzz, head tilting slightly at the contact, or well, lack thereof--"unknown caller."  regardless, she doesn't hesitate to pick up--broken phones and new numbers were a regular part of the mutant experience--lips parting to drop an inquisitive, "hel--" that's cut off by the person on the other side of the line.   the voice is strikingly unfamiliar, conversation horribly onesided--all jinri manages to stammer is, "w-wait, which cafe?  is it the one by 107th?  um, who a-- wait!  i don't--" before being greeted by the taunting hum of a dialtone.  

"i don't have a car."  

heaving a sigh, she frowns and looks about herself, stomach churning--there's no way she can leave things the way they were, misdial or not; she's obligated to help, simply because she can.  the girl stuffs the device into her back pocket, rushing out of the room to speak with her manager, apologising profusely and promising to make up for it, somehow, somehow!  she figures she'll regret the vow sooner or later, but there was no way it'd amount to the same level of remorse she'd feel if she didn't check on the mysterious stranger.  

the aerokinetic takes to the sky the moment she bursts out of the door, pale skin prickling with goosebumps--ah, she'd forgotten her jacket--before she assumes the form of the air around her and heading to her supposed destination.  stirring above the general street, jinri spots a girl carrying a child, surrounded by what is definitely not a group of friends; she's quick to make an assumption, scooping up the pair in a soft bed of air and reassuming her corporeal form midair, wearing a slight frown as she studies both the girl beside her and the boys below her.

she crosses her arms, shuddering slightly at her own frigid touch before she asks, frown deepening, "what the heck is going on?"

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❝ ALL OF ME —

it's not uncommon.

it's not uncommon, she reminds herself, to dislike hospitals; after all, what is there to like? from the whitewashed floors and walls, to the scent of antiseptic that somehow managed to settle on her tongue--there's nothing amicable about sick houses, nothing at all, so she doesn't have to be so frustrated with herself, by the fact that she needs to pause a few steps into the hospital's lobby, by the fact that she needs to concentrate on the comforting crescendo of a hum of the happy pill she'd taken prior to her excursion.

white fingers curl and uncurl around the stems of the bouquet in her hands and her lips slip into a small, sweet smile; she makes her way to the front desk, growing into her expression and role--she's here to offer support, comfort, so she'd do it! she'd definitely do it; the mutant remembers all too well the desolation of the injured--stiff, sedated and solitary. the moment she passes the lobby, the brunette takes to floating, gaze gripping every spot of colour they could find; yellow wristbands, a shock of violet hair--it's han quality, she thinks, the quirk of her mouth deepening as her eyes catch their next target, a nurse's bright green shoes.

when jinri finally reaches taekwoon's room, she raises a hesitant left fist, tapping at the door idly. a few seconds pass before she grows a combination of curious and impatient, hand dropping to wrap around the doorknob and turn, head peeking through the gap she creates.

"oppa?"

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hello?

20. they can't find their phone

her dedication to keeping busy is one that’s bound to forge forgetfulness some time or another; jinri’s forced to be aware of this, painfully so as she scrambles around, searching for her now lost phone. why did it have to be her phone that went missing? she’d loaded the device with many a precious treasure, memories of now and then that she’d lose if she couldn’t find it (internally, the aerokinetic curses herself—this is what she gets for being too lazy to back the thing up on her computer and too scared to upload it on the cloud).

somewhere amidst her panic, she pauses, releasing a shuddering sigh as she sinks to the floor of the staff changing room. it’d be stupid to cry over something like this, the girl tells herself, running twitching fingers through dark hair and reminding herself to of how to breathe, resting a heavy head against aching knees.  staring through her lashes, she becomes sharply cognisant of how fragile she is today.  

as quickly as she deflates, the girl bursts to her feet, all soft flutters of air and fake bravado; it’s dangerous to stay still for too long, to soak in the same sentiments, she knows this, she knows this, she knows this!  the mutant is quick to extend a sweet smile at a coworker, asking to borrow their phone for the shortest while, tucking herself back into the locker room.  jinri strums her fingers against the side of the device, holding her breath as the dialtone breaks into actual, human dialogue; the grin on her face is evident in her tone.  

"hi!  um, this is the original owner of the phone—i was hoping, that, uh, you’d be up for returning it?"

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9. They think they’re being followed.

tonight marks the end of another long shift accompanied by a trip home in the winter dark, abnormally grey and black—all the snow, which would usually leave the streets with a magical sort of violet hue, had been washed off the streets with the onslaught of recent rain, which even now insists on falling.  it could be worse, she notes—the wind, while whistling to the point of being a bitch to fly in, isn’t so much of a force that her drained self can’t form some sort of barrier; and so she does such, taking the air about her and pushing out, lips twitching before breaking open to release a yawn.

it’s the kind of weather that’s nice to sleep in, jinri ponders, small smile dancing on her lips as she takes quick steps through the streets, occupied more with the memory attached to the thought than where she’s going; it’s no surprise that she walks straight into a garbage can, stuttering out an apology and bowing before noticing what she’d bumped into.  jinri stands in silence, quietly embarrassed, a small nervous laugh dropping from her lips as she looks about herself, checking that no one had seen.

from the corner of her vision, her eyes catch a figure shaped collection of shadows slipping into the overall dark; it throws her off so severely that she simply blames it on fatigue, patting herself down and reminding herself that it wouldn’t be the first time she’s seen things that weren’t there—tired, she’s simply tired.  tired and too sober, that’s probably it; the thoughts don’t do much for her, something evident by the electricity that bounces from synapse to synapse, leaving her anxiously electric.

whatever.  i can take it.

those are fighting words, she realises, but they’re much more comforting than the ones she’d churned out before; she grows slowly more comfortable, at ease, until she hears what’s undoubtedly the sound of something big hitting the same can she’d just walked into—she whips around to the sight of nothing, heaving a sigh and scratching the back of her head. 

“paranoia won’t get you anywhere, choi jinri,” she mutters, pulling the gaseous cloak that’d dropped along with her stomach back together again, turning on heel and continuing to walk onwards.  undoubtedly, she’s still nervous, eventually choosing to pull out her phone and dial a variety of numbers—it wouldn’t hurt, to have some audio reassurance on a trip that seemed far too long—straightening up when she finally hears something other than a dial tone.

“hey—" pauses, "i hope i didn't wake you up--" pauses once more, throwing a glance over her shoulder before continuing, "i was just hoping i could borrow your voice for a bit--you don't mind, do you?”  the girl laughs, fingers tightening around the device.

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hello?

12. They got locked out of their home.

all she’d wanted was some eggs.

the constant storming that seemed to plague genosha’s skies tricks jinri into thinking it’ll be a simple, quick errand; however, fate has other plans entirely—the moment she exits the grocer’s, a dark feeling knowing settles in her stomach, but stupidly, she ignores it, taking to the skies anyway, quick to land at flash of lightening.  her steps become quicker, wider as the rain begins to hit with more intensity, curses slipping out of her mouth with the intensity of the pellets of moisture that seem to shoot out of the mouth of a celestial ak-47.

standing at a street curb, she sighs, mumbling, “at least it can’t get a—” words cut off by the slew of street water that hits her the moment a semi-truck makes an iffy turn.  the proverbial cherry on the fucking cake.

“why.”

it can’t get any worse, she tells herself, zipping through the halls of park towers; something the universe simply has to prove wrong the moment she stands before the airtight door to her apartment, keyless.  small shoulders tense before growing limp with the release of a frustrated sigh, forehead hitting the surface with a soft thunk as she knocks, calling out, “no one’s there right?  right?  ughh—” she slides to the ground, quietly brooding. 

a few seconds of silence later, the aerokinetic decides to extend a dripping hand into her plastic bag, pulling out the carton; she holds her breath as she opens the container, it escaping on a sharp exhale as she sees the yolky bloodbath that’s the insides—this was all for naught—and opens her mouth to press some sort of complaint to the forces of the universe under her breath, only to sneeze.

…

“hi unni!  um, i’ve been utterly forsaken by this plane and was wondering if you were home.”  the slump of her lips is practically hollered in her tone.

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"hello?"

4. They're on a game show!

sally’s is dead—something severely short of being surprising considering the fact it’s another soaked, dreary tuesday night; what is surprising is the fact that there’s three hours until the end of jinri’s shift and she already finds herself a wee bit drunk.  if anyone were to ask, she’d weakly argue that her slight lack of sobriety is totally valid—she’s playing a skewed hybrid of ‘who wants to be a millionaire?’ and ‘jeopardy,’ with her coworkers, where there’s no money to be offered, just punishment shots at incorrect answers; and unfortunately, she seems to be taking a majority of the shots, her fellow servers finding amusement in sabotaging the group’s maknae by asking questions like ‘what genus was rediscovered in 1994 by david noble?’(to which she sputters, “what does that even mean?  none of you know what it means,” and is thusly made to take two punishment shots).

eventually, she’s had it, digging for phone the moment sunhee gets to pass with the simple question of ‘where is the eiffel tower?’, declaring, “i’m using a lifeline!”  their bewildered expressions draw a giggle from the girl, and stumbling fingers tap out what should’ve been a familiar number—but is actually a misdial—tapping for speakerphone mode and then shoving the phone in the face of the current question master (a very bemused lee shinjoon), who reads the next question, voice heavy with drunken mirth:

“what comes after ‘a, b, c?’”

the closest one can get to describing choi jinri’s face at that moment is by describing it as an encapsulation of caesar’s iconic, last words, “et tu brute?”; a portrait of total, unexpected betrayal.

the room booms with laughter. 

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