fresh adventure ;

i want to fly to the imaginary future, riding the wind. new eyes make my heart boom, boom, boom. oh, i found it— our paradise.

[gnwoori]

o/ hello, i come bearing a few event thread ideas! i might post an open starter based off one of these, ( probably the second or third, ) but i’d like to list everything out first, in case anything specific might appeal to / fit your muse ^^ but if you’re interested in plotting something else, event-related or not, just give this post a like!

as soon as she hears about the carnival coming to town, woori’s set on going on each ride at least once. you end up dragged along, because where’s the fun in going alone? ( for multiple, friend OR stranger! )

the bumper cars are inexplicably irresistible to woori, and she finds herself crashing into you enough times that you make a game of seeing who can rattle the other more before you’re asked to give other people some time to use them. ( for a friend OR a stranger! )

woori has the bright idea to spend one day going around the carnival to pick up any and every edible treat she can get her hands on, stuffing it all in her bike’s basket, and settling down somewhere for a picnic of sorts. your muse is her partner in the endeavor, meeting up with her to place more food in the basket, or pointing her to other places to go. ( for a friend! )

unfortunately, woori loses her bike after leaving it to go on the roller coaster again. you may or may not find her pitiful when she bounds up to you asking if you’ve seen it, but either way, she literally drags you into her search when she unexpectedly bursts into a sprint—she doesn’t realize she’s kept hold of your arm until she’s lost sight of the thief making off with her prized possession. ( for a stranger! )

[laboumlattelove]

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[gnwoori]

step up

[gnwoori]

gnxhongki‌:

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   “sure. follow me. my dad and i turned my garage into a makeshift dance studio,” he offered, waving his hand a bit as he headed down the sidewalk. his house was just a few blocks away, so it wouldn’t take them very long to get there. “your fine. i mean, you did try to murder me with your bike. i think i’ve gone through enough in my life.”

    he paused again, “it’s another joke.”

for a minute, she is breathless with the blow from his words, so worried that she doesn’t immediately relax when he gives her a clarification. when it clicks, though, woori flashes a relieved smile. “ah... so that’s what it is. i don’t hear that humor often, aha.” this means he doesn’t hold anything against her, right? it must—oh, but she shouldn’t fixate on that right now, should she? focus on actively repairing any damage!

woori settles just behind him, keeping her bicycle close to her side to keep some part of the sidewalk clear. she instinctively nods along to his words, only thinking to vocalize her acknowledgement after he’s said his piece. “ah. alright! that sounds nice. i’d love to have something like that, if i had the space.” though, maybe a little recording setup would be more fitting for her. hm.

her flinch is reflexive when hongki makes another of his remarks—she’ll have to get used to those, clearly—but the last one is fresh enough in her mind that she can think to snort at this one. “thanks for the reminder.” it’s kind of refreshing, honestly; she’s spent too much time with people who share her inability to crack jokes like his.

not wanting to let silence fall over them for long, woori racks her brain for something to say. she ultimately decides to stay strictly on-topic, randomly blurting out, “do you have a favorite kind of dance?” she clears her throat after the fact, averting her eyes in case he gives her a judgmental look, but doesn’t keep her mouth shut for long. “not necessarily a genre. i personally liked whatever was fun and upbeat, but some of my... old friends were more interested in careful execution, or being as graceful as possible. all of the impressive stuff i couldn’t manage.” she forces out a nervous laugh. she really should stop giving herself opportunities to ramble about her past. “what kind of choreography do you gravitate towards?”

[gnwoori]

💘- A memory that gets their heart pounding

💘- A memory that gets their heart pounding !!

unlike most memories woori would rather not recall often, if at all, this one’s relatively insignificant. it concerns a minor consequence of major events, after all; the only reason she chooses not to think about it is because it gets her flustered.

see, when woori breaks the news of leaving the company to her ‘rival,’ she expects some level of physical affection. the one-time leader’s never been bothered by the concept of personal space, making sure the other members felt her appreciation with warm hugs and playful touches. but the sheer relief that passes through her is overwhelming enough that the older woman throws herself at woori, bursting into tears for probably a multitude of reasons. all she can think to do is return the hug, rubbing her back until she stops shaking with emotion.

woori wears a nervous smile when her friend pulls away, steeling herself for a moving monologue of gratitude. instead, she jumps as the other woman starts peppering kisses around her face, seemingly everywhere but her mouth. she purses her lips, just in case, but her heart races all the while, and she just knows she’s blushing madly when her friend finally stops to utter a quiet, “thank you.”

they never acknowledge the moment, afterward. she doesn’t know whether or not it’s because she read too much into it, but she never, ever wants to ask.

[gnwoori]

cafe crisis

[gnwoori]

gnjiho‌:

—

he laughs awkwardly.

ah, right. almost forgot to add—

“please.”

that was surprisingly well worth the wait, she thinks. all this time apparently debating whether to approach someone, and it’s all because he wants to watch something live? that’s admirable, on some level. not to mention adorable.

woori sits up, leaning against the back of her chair as she listens to the man make his case. she already knows she’ll say yes, but she absently wonders if he’ll lose his composure if she dares interrupt. once she’s certain he’s done, she scoots over with a warm smile, bringing another chair over so she doesn’t have to turn her laptop. “sure! i don’t see why not. i don’t doubt its importance if you’re coming to a total stranger for help.”

she clears her browser before standing, motioning for him to go ahead. “i’ll just get myself a snack while you get ready. i can trust you not to run off with this, right?” an offer to buy him something remains on the tip of her tongue as she goes, deciding to save it for later. she doesn’t have a clue what he wants to watch, but if it’s anything like what she’s heard people buzz about in the city, she’d probably be better off asking when she can tell whether he’ll need consolation or someone to celebrate with.

she returns to her seat with a muffin in one hand and an amused smile on her lips. he’d said the event would start in three minutes when he came to her, so who knows how much time she has before his attention is impossible to get. “if you don’t mind me asking, is there any way to summarize the point of the match you’re going to watch? i’m sure i can figure it out while it goes on, but it’d help to have some context, you know? or at least to know what i should hope happens.” she breaks off a small piece of her muffin, popping it into her mouth. “and, also, how long is it expected to last? not that i have anywhere to be, today. i’m just going into this absolutely blind.”

[gnwoori]

💛

💛- A memory that makes them feel angry !!

right now… woori feels too burnt out by everything that’s gone wrong in her life to muster any anger for it. she’s spent enough time seeing red that she’d only get upset with herself if she ever went down memory lane specifically for those things. but, if you really want to know one of these memories, look no further than the day woori’s dad first proposed his ‘mission’ to his disbelieving daughter:

in the weeks following his failure to convince woori that her mother wasn’t a faceless antagonist, he revisits every last thing they own that reminds him of the woman. no item is left untouched as he has a ‘tour’ around the house over the next few days, more and more often seen sitting solemnly with some memento in hand. his only child throws herself further into putting herself out there for companies, quick to tire of his new habit, but it only spawns a cycle of the two pushing each other to double down on their convictions. disappointment mounts from both sides as they realize the fatal flaw in being so similar: neither one of them is likely to back down without some dramatic change to the situation.

of course, that doesn’t mean her father stops trying—and when he stumbles upon a particular locket, his determination only grows stronger. he convinces himself that the solution is to bring his daughter and love of his life together, a ‘plan’ halted only by the fact that no one can reliably take care of the convenience store he runs in his absence. the next best thing, then, is to send the girl off to meet her mother; once he’s able to confirm that the woman had gone home to gaenari, the idea cements itself as a feasible goal. all he has to do is present it in a way that it won’t be shot down.

woori will have none of it. when she’s first sat down to hear him out, she assumes she’s in for an updated defense for her absent parent; it makes her rejection of the ‘mission’ all the more cold when she sees how much thought her father’s put into this. he wants her to leave her own hometown for her mother’s? when following her own dreams requires her to stay here to become a trainee? she’s not giving up her ambitions to fulfill a dim dream, no matter the sentiment behind it.

she almost makes herself hoarse from all the yelling she does. the feeling that this has become an outright battle, one she loses out of exhaustion, infuriates her more than hearing herself agree to even considering granting his wish.

[gnwoori]

step up

[gnwoori]

gnxhongki‌:

—

   “if i say no, will you hit me with your bike?” he wasn’t going to say no, despite how he felt about the girl. any chance to dance, he’d take and he was great at it. if she wanted help and was offering a distraction, he’d take it. “i don’t mind helping you.”

so she miscalculated with her sharp turn. well, no, that’s not quite right; woori made no calculations when she decided to head straight for the guy she wanted to talk to, and now she’s cringing at another layer to add to her less-than-stellar image in front of him. “sorry! sorry. i’d just remembered wanting to ask you, and i’m used to going full speed ahead everywhere, and… yeah.” she wants to repeat the word again, just for her previous faux pas, but she’s not so sure she can dig herself out of it if she lands herself in another hole. hongki seems to have something similar to the history her former groupmates wound up with, albeit with a different kind of extreme to it. she can’t help but want to go above and beyond in making up for it, even if she’s clearly not the first to get on his nerves the way she did.

right now, that means doing the most to keep this conversation light. so she lets out a breathless laugh when the man makes a quip about her bike. “heavens, no—and i really am sorry about that. there’s no hard feelings if you refuse! i just thought it was worth a shot, if we both have an interest in it.” she shifts her eyes to swaying tree branches not far behind him. “i was never the best dancer, but… i like to think i’m competent.”

she brightens up as soon as she processes that he’s agreed, flashing him a wide smile. “oh, thank you!” she reaches out to squeeze his shoulder without thinking, hastily drawing back upon realizing. “sorry. it’s just… i didn’t think i’d miss dancing as much as i do.” she forces her mouth shut before she can blab about her old group. that wouldn’t be the best thing to spring on him, would it? “are you free now? or should we meet somewhere? i don’t want to pressure you on top of startling you as rudely as i did.”

[gnwoori]

💜 (Specifically a happy memory )

💜- A memory about one of their loved ones, happy or sad !!

once upon a time, woori is too young to actively hate her mother for her absence. all she cares about is the father who’s always been with her, and everything he’s done for her. the man’s given her more than enough love to make up for having to raise her alone, so she feels no reason to linger on questions from classmates about why she doesn’t have a mom like everyone else.

her father tries very, very early on to see if woori will take to any sports. he borrows all sorts of things for her; a toy basketball and hoop, rollerblades, a badminton racquet and shuttlecock. he even spends a couple of weeks leading her in runs around the block, checking whether she’d gain an interest in track. nothing sticks for the girl—that’s why her sudden questions for a bike a few months later are so startling.

woori’s father is quick to spend money set aside for sports equipment—saved for this very day, he tells the rest of his family—on the best bicycle he can afford her, returning her demands to learn how to ride with speculation that she’ll want to take part in races when she grows up. he only quits asking when she declares she’s tired of his vocal daydreams, just wanting to go as fast as she can.

the pair spend every weekend in an alley near their house, woori pedalling as hard as she can to convince her father she doesn’t need training wheels. but the man insists on giving her time to feel truly comfortable on the bike before he finally obliges her, double-checking that her helmet and pads are all secure the day he takes off the extra set of wheels. she speeds off as she’d always wanted, laughing uncontrollably at the feel of the air whooshing past; she only realizes she hasn’t gotten the hang of staying balanced when she turns a little too sharply and falls over with a yelp.

though her father says some form of “i told you so” at least a dozen times the rest of the day, he can’t keep a goofy grin off his face. woori can’t, either.

[gnwoori]

mission: befriend

[gnwoori]

gnmika‌:

—

“… You moved here recently too?” he asks then, not giving her a chance to speak. He’s only a little curious. Just slightly. He’s mostly interested in hearing what she thinks about this town rather than about her as a person.

she’s not entirely sure what she expects from the man, mostly just thankful that he doesn’t outwardly question her for coming up to him like this. mika, she repeats to herself. ah. she wouldn’t have guessed he was a foreigner, just looking at him.

woori perks up slightly at the mention of being seen before. on one hand, it’s always nice to hear that she’s been noticed around town; she appreciates any confirmation that she’s truly integrated herself in the neighborhood. but on the other… how embarrassing would it be if he thought she was keeping an eye on him?

luckily for her, he mentions one of the only things capable of getting her mind off insecurities instantly. “what? you haven’t gotten a bike yet? oh, that won’t do; you’ve got to take advantage of the weather before the cold makes it a chore to ride one of these around!” one of her hands curls into a fist just to hit her handlebar. “i bought mine here, in town. i’d be happy to show you where to go! if you don’t mind, of course. i’ve used this thing so long, i might even be able to help you score a discount.”

it’s only after she gets all that out that she remembers the last thing he’s said, and she holds a hand to her mouth in embarrassment. “oh! yes, i did move here recently! i mean, relatively. i’ve been here almost two years, now.” she clears her throat, briefly averting her eyes. “but with how familiar everyone else is, it took some time for me to feel like a fellow resident, and not someone just… passing through, you know?” she laughs off the end of her statement, no doubt in her mind that she looks as flustered as she feels. why did she say that much? she came up to him to make friends, not unload her worries.

“anyway, i don’t want to take too much of your time. you’d be far from the first person i’ve made late for something because i wanted to chat.” no, woori, stick to your guns! “but if you want to know where the bike shop is, i can show you right now, if you’re free; or we can, i don’t know, talk. i can show you around in general if you’d like, but i still don’t trust myself not to mix anything up, aha…” she takes a small step back, wrists twisting forward. “if not, i’ll just be on my way.”

[gnwoori]

💚

💚- A memory that makes them feel guilty !!

one voicemail from a former groupmate isn’t that big a burden. woori expects it from the very day she arrives in gaenari, having already abandoned her social media accounts by then. she hasn’t yet realized just how long she could end up staying in the quaint town, assuming she’ll have a whirlwind adventure before returning to her home in the city, so the single message left in her inbox is easy enough to ignore.

but then she gets another one the next day. and two more by the end of the week. woori balks at listening to any of them, unsure how her conviction will change upon hearing their voices again, but she inevitably gives in before they could possibly get automatically deleted.

she, of course, regrets it. the first message is what she expects from her former leader: mildly concerned, but more annoyed at the lack of notice for her move. she listens to her friend ramble a bit about how empty the dorm room feels now that she’s gone and tears up a little, wishing she could go back just long enough to give her another supporting hug. the rest of the members share similar sentiments, scolding her for leaving it to woori’s father to tell them that she’s left seoul. the messages continue to whine over her absence, making her heart heavy even as they coax a smile on her lips.

after a point, though, the tones of her friends turn sharper. one asks if she doesn’t feel guilty ghosting them when she’s heard her father gets frequent updates. another demands an explanation for the apparent lost trust between them. but the worst comes from the first to call her—woori chokes up listening to one of her closest friends break down, not questioning her for cutting them off, but blaming herself for causing a rift between them. by the end of that recording, it’s clear that neither of them has rid herself of guilt over their forced rivalry, after all.

the worst part, though, is that she never finishes checking them. she can’t bring herself to, when she hears how badly she’s hurt the best of them. woori knows more of this will only make her call them back, and if she does that… she’s not staying here much longer. but if she goes back, she’s never going to want to take the trip to gaenari again, and she can’t risk breaking her father’s heart, too.

god, why did she make things so hard for herself?

[gnwoori]

hi, hello, briefly online to set up a queue of things i managed to write while logged out, and to post a plot call under the cut that i would really, really appreciate being filled soon. once again, i’m really sorry i take so long w ims, but hopefully i’ll get time to focus on them soon!

Keep reading

[gnwoori]

addendum: if i haven’t gotten around to messaging you and you’d like to plot for the event!! pls lmk w a like or something and i will get to u asap!!! this original connection is still super impt but woori is so hyped for this carnvial oh my god, ( pls can she drag a cute girl to all the rides, )

[gnwoori]

need fruit?

[gnwoori]

gnxmyungsoh‌:

—

“other than that, i need to clean up real bad—i don’t have any pets yet but my carpet sheds rug hair like it’s a cat. i also need to put away all my art stuff and some melted-down candles i’ve used but don’t trash because making new ones by hand are a hassle—so, yeah! otherwise we good!”

why, oh why, does this sweet man have to be so hopeless, sometimes. woori’s shoulders droop as she hears what he lists off; her hands curl into fists, reminding herself not to raise her voice. she’s here to be a helpful friend, not be as overbearing as the family making her visit necessary. no fruit. that’s fine. that’s a non-issue that she brought up herself. clean up, organize things, everything’s fine.

she can’t hold back a biting remark, though. “i meant more fruit to fill the bowl, not ingredients for a kid’s dessert-for-breakfast.” regret hits her as soon as the words leave her mouth, and she shakes her head, walking around to find something, anything to clean with. “tidying up is top priority, yes? where do you keep a broom? or a vacuum? or, since you said you have to put some things away, let me help you do that before we take care of the room as a whole.” woori scans the place with a frown, unsure where to stand—and also unsure of how to make up for the criticism she wishes she could swallow back up.

the blonde reviews the list in her head, busying herself with taking out everything else she brought. “so here are things you can use to clean, if you don’t have it all already. but, just to bring the subject back to food: if you do want to offer something for your family to eat, i can make a quick run to the grocery store to get whatever else you’d need. and snacks! i’m sure you’ll get hungry making this place look proper for their standards… and also to offer, if there’s nothing we could make before they get here.”

there. that’s enough to make up for the insult, right?

[gnwoori]

💙- A sad memory that makes them cry !!

she feels all sorts of things when this memory comes back to her. guilt and anger for sure, but bitterness rises above everything else without fail. she should be proud that she kept her word. she should be, at the very least, accepting of her fate.

but she’s not.

woori’s father is nothing short of ecstatic, the day she sets off for gaenari. she’s decided not to bring much, just enough to make a small space feel like an homage to home sweet home; though she’s reluctant to admit it, the choice is also to lessen the feeling of being kicked out. you can’t forget me if 90% of my things are still with you, she jokes. she wishes her father would notice her smile not reaching her eyes.

but the man is only interested in reminding her of everything he wants her to do once she’s settled in. check any database you may find. use the locket to potentially jog people’s memories. you might be shy to say it out loud, but ask for her by name if you must. woori grows so used to nodding along, she almost misses when he asks how she feels. happy? excited? nervous? he sighs and shakes his head when she gives a grunt at the last suggestion, squeezing her shoulders.

she’ll love you, he says. she can’t not love you, when she sees your dedication, your passion to perform, your instinct to help others. he lays on the praises so thick, she can’t bear to voice the clarification that actually, that’s the least of her worries.

will you be okay without me?

how much will you miss me when i’m out of town?

will you ever miss me enough to ask me to come home?

what if you need extra help with the store?

what if you need help at home?

will you be okay?

she’s already choked up when her bus arrives. her father gathers her into his arms for one last hug, wearing a bright smile the whole time. woori doesn’t know how he does it.

some weeks later, during an embarrassingly tearful video call, she learns it was all an act, so he wouldn’t discourage her from leaving when he’d insisted she make the journey for so long. though they admit a lot of things from that day, then, woori leaves one thing out.

she must’ve inherited the tendency to hide everything behind a sunny exterior from him, too.

[gnwoori]

💗

💗- A memory about a good deed they did !!

there’s not too much woori can remember doing that she’d classify as a good deed. sure, she’s nice, but in the way that she keeps herself out of trouble, not that she goes out of her way to do good for others. if she ever does it, it’s for the benefit of someone she cares deeply for.

so let’s talk about what she did for her beloved ex-leader.

after a certain point, the same ruthlessness that had their company dissolve their group returns to deliver an ultimatum to the two members who remain: we will only continue to support one of your solo careers. if you want to remain with the company, you must work to prove why you’re more worthy.

they’re both torn up about it, of course. the former leader tries to argue for remaking them as a duo, but the request is shot down immediately; they’ve already considered it. they just don’t think another rebranding is worth the risk. so her friend loses herself in practice, tearful every time she receives encouragement from her rival. with time, woori’s pained by this more than the new level of stress she’s been forced to feel, guilt mounting on both sides as memories of her father’s personal wishes resurface more and more.

so she asks to terminate her contract. woori blindsides her friend when she breaks the news after the fact, unable to hold back her own tears as the other woman breaks down in an overwhelming mix of heartbreak and relief.

when she comes home, she initially omits the detail of being the one to decide to leave the company. she worries he’ll see it as her eagerly accepting his mission, something she suspects he already believes. but then he starts to resent her former leader, and she comes clean to justify still wanting her to succeed. any misconceptions between them are fine if it keeps his opinion of her dearest friend high.

now, a couple years later, woori hopes the decision made a difference. she’s too scared to see how far her friend’s gotten without her to stand in the way.

[gnwoori]

step up

the sight of @gnxhongki​ is enough to derail daydreaming of cooling off.

ah, summer. there’s a lot woori’s grown to love about it, but it mostly has to do with the high temperature—and that, she absolutely does not enjoy on its own. she can only rely on her usual sources of relief for so long before she gets tired of them.

thankfully, she hasn’t reached her limit for speeding around on her bike, yet. it’s not even that hot today; at least, it seems that way, from how cool the air feels as she zigzags down the sidewalk. but if woori wants to be smart about beating the heat, she ought to keep to the streets lined with shops selling cool refreshments, whether it’s a blended drink or a frozen treat. if only she didn’t get so fickle over what she’d prefer to get; she might have to circle around the block before she’ll know where to stop in front of.

she guesses, or perhaps hopes, the moving figure she spots from across the street is hongki before she can stop to get a proper look. but as she catches her breath, she sees it really is him, and she’s cutting across the vacant street without a second thought. the need to make things up to him is just so great, after her frankly horrible first impression, and she can’t think of any better way to improve his opinion of her with a genuine shared interest.

“hongki! hey!” she stops before him, panting shortly before she breaks into a wide smile. “i know this is out of the blue, but i’d heard about your dancing—and seen a bit of it, just now. i was just… wondering, if you wouldn’t mind teaching me a little?” her grip tightens on her bike’s handlebars as she purses her lips. “it’s been some time since i learned any moves, and i’d love for any opportunity to dance with someone else again.”

[gnwoori]

cafe crisis

woori plays the waiting game with an, uh, eye-catching @gnjiho​.

she shouldn’t be doing this. it’s been well over a year, but there’s still an unsettling bitterness that stirs within her when she searches up the names of her former groupmates. woori would know much more, much quicker, if she only made the effort to keep in contact with them; it’s a shame she took so long to let go of the idea that she ought to stop talking to them at all. now she stalls on reconnecting just to avoid the questions that must’ve piled up in all this time.

at least woori’s choice of cafe keeps her relatively composed. most times she’s given into her curiosity, she’s done it inside one of the quieter establishments in town, relying on the mellow vibe she expects from such places to keep her mind clear. it falls into her long-standing habit of spending her time outside as well, in a sense. anyone who cares enough to make assumptions about her popping up here and there might guess she’s trying to figure out a favorite cafe. they wouldn’t be too far off the mark, either, considering she’s begun to compare the snacks and drinks she’s bought on her visits.

now, she doesn’t know if the man in her periphery counts as one of those people, but he certainly cares enough to remain in her line of sight. woori’s been wondering whether to say something, give herself a distraction, but the indecision on his face is enough reason for her to wait for him to make the first move. if her first rule is to be likeable to everyone she can, the second is to avoid any and all awkward situations that don’t need to happen.

woori clicks her current tab closed, taking a deep breath as search results for curtain reload on the remaining page. if he chooses to approach her, she’s not giving herself any chance to falter over her past.

[gnwoori]

💚

💚- A memory that makes them feel guilty !!

woori steps into the town archives exactly once. she hasn’t yet found a job, then, and she’s getting a little too restless to put off actively searching for her mother any longer. the receptionist is the first local to hear her ‘full’ story for being in town, showing a polite smile as she makes it clear there’s no concrete information she could possibly give to narrow down her search.

after another minute or two of awkward conversation, woori’s allowed to skim through information of townspeople that share her surname. she gives a grateful smile more for the end of the dialogue than the basic access to records, one she’s sure the receptionist can see through if only because she probably feels the same. that’s part of why she doesn’t dwell on the information long; when the lady later asks if she had any luck, the look she gives woori is so off-putting she can’t bring herself to add to the shrug she’d done in response, instead leaving with a barely-veiled face of embarrassment.

she regrets everything as soon as she picks up the phone to update her father, stomach twisting tight as she hears his optimistic tone deflate with a single word from her end. he hangs up not long after, making some excuse of waiting for a call from an employee, but she keeps her cell phone to her ear for a few more minutes, too lost in her thoughts to lower her arm. would it be easier to show her face again if the receptionist pitied her, or found her annoying?

more importantly, would she ever find the nerve to even walk past it again?