ꕤ … hey hey ! i'm skye (they/any, GMT+1) , i'm here and ready to party. i unfortunately bring you park minjoon, the chair, aka the source of all evil. hopefully you'll forgive me with time. 4th year undergrad, composition major, b612 building resident, president of the debate club, the ophiuchus chair and freak of nature. (just kidding he seems so normal, until you pay attention). he is your resident too cool to be your friend, study/workaholic, and he's here to stir the pot.
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PROFILE . WANTED CONNECTIONS . ESTABLISHED CONNECTIONS.
park minjoon, generally goes by joon. an extremely aloof, cool and witty man. composition major; of the classical music variety, and his minor is business because his parents refused to let him do anything else. this label is – the chair ; so he represents ophiuchus itself and acts as the silent gravity that keeps the others in orbit. every favor flows through him, and every mistake reports back.
he is a disaster. he can be mean, he is very jealous, he is the very bottom line of a competitive and sore loser, he must be the best at everything otherwise he'll spontaneously combust, he ghosts his exes, and maybe worst of all he's a fucking know-it-all.
he's also pretty chill, willing to share his knowledge for good because he likes to show off, witty, sarcastic and teasing, attentive, weirdly charming in that way where he's an asshole sometimes but it's different when he's YOUR asshole-- and there's more to him underneath the too-cool and too-smart for his own good, untouchable persona.
whether your muse is in the camp who thinks he's so pretentious and annoying or the ones who think he's actually way more mellow and fun than he seems at first-- they're likely to be let down by him, but y'know it's all about the journey right?
he'll blame fate. he thinks he's cursed. it's not HIS fault.
anyway, he was born to an extremely well off family, his family donates to charity, contributes funds to the university for programs and renovations you name it. he has a lot of weight on his shoulders and he's very afraid to let that weight drop.
atlas, he's atlas, except if atlas had a killer resting bitch face and could play piano and run the university debate club with an iron and evil fist.
ꕤ … like i said, i have wanted connection ideas on my page, but i'm always willing to plot and brainstorm. hc's are my favorite thing and my dms are always open! i also write for @typicaljisung + @onlygaram as well, because i'm equally as evil as joon.
"mhm," she agrees, and honestly she'll take any excuse to nap but having him there while she's napping does make it feel a bit better. she's never really looked into the why of that before, and she's not really planning to any time soon. not yet at least. she wants to enjoy their (somewhat) unconventional friendship for now without thinking about anything outside of it.
for now.
"okay, okay, fair," jiahn has to agree with that, considering that the place she had mentioned she might sleep at was the common room of the dorm area. which, was easily accessible by everyone so she can't deny that he's right in this case. even though she does want to, just to be contrary. it's fun like that, with him.
she notices in his expression that it seems he's thought of something, nudging him a little even if he doesn't give any more away. she doesn't push, deciding she'll deal with it when it comes to it eventually. if worse comes to worse, they'll probably just have to sadly walk back to the dorm area. hopefully it won't be too cold though, and she vaguely regrets not grabbing a blanket like she had been thinking about doing a while before coming.
"i," she pauses, blinking up at him and she raises an eyebrow. she's had a bit of a suspicion that he has more influence at yeonhwa than just his parents' reputation but she doesn't really have anything concrete to go off of. even the bits he gives like this aren't enough for her to piece anything together and she decides she's not going to push. "i mean, if it doesn't get you in trouble or anything," she says, slow but careful. she doesn't want him to get in trouble because of her, after all. "fine, fine."
letting out a soft sound, she flops backwards a little and she sighs afterwards, comfortable as she always is in his presence. "i was in charge of food, so i wanted to make sure everyone was fed," she admits, though she's sure he was aware, with how she was sharing desserts around with different faculties. she had even delivered freshly-cut fruit to him twice, so there was no way he didn't notice.
it's quiet aside from the soft music playing from her ipad and she lets it wash over them, nudging his thigh with her foot and she smiles up at him, noticing his gaze on her. "it's funny hearing that from you," she admits, considering he tends to be more busy than her when it comes to actual school stuff. "i like that though," she lets out a soft hum. "chilling together."
she concedes to him and it satisfies him, satiates the urge he has to be right on the surface— but it equally soothes a part that yearns for her to listen to him. to trust him, rely on him. stupid part of him, once a whisper, now growing louder and more insistent with nothing to stop it (after all, he had been allowing himself to think and feel freely ever since spring, ever since they'd swam in that god forsaken pool and something flipped like a switch).
he watches the sigh part from her lips. "of course you did." nodding, "that bleeding heart of yours. not that i'm complaining; i got my free blueberries out of the deal. you're a professional at giving things away and working for free." he pushes his knee forward to bump into her leg in an off-handed manner (playful, though its understated). it's the same as her business; if she could give everything away for free she would, profit be damned. same with her time, the effort she makes for others as though the world deserved her kindness, even when they hadn't asked she delivers.
joon wonders if she would give away more things the same bit easily. his pessimistic nature insists upon wondering if there are men she had come to give pieces to herself to. would they take it greedily? how many people had taken advantage of her kindness, he glowers a bit at the thought— his expression had gone serious and far off for a moment, a breath of time before he blinked it away and schooled himself back to aloofness.
his gaze continued to feather over her in an attempt to ground himself; her eyes, lips, that tuft of her silky hair that had fallen over her cheek when she flopped down. (his fingers twitch but don't move). "i know. i don't seem like the type to say things like that." he shrugs, sliding down next to her (after she'd bumped him with her foot and he cut her a lighthearted mock glare), he folded his arm beneath his head and laid with her on his side. "i'm a multifaceted man, despite what people think of me." he's making a joke, but there might be some truth to it.
he folds his incredibly long legs up and his knees find a place to call home in whatever space her legs allow. laying down, their exceptional height gap closes a bit. they're eye to eye, his legs are drawn, they're occupying the same space in more ways than one.
he thinks of their last serious conversation, about her family— as he hunched over the shrink paper at the table of that floral scented shop. things had been different since then. a bit more honest. he doesn't know why that is. try as he might, he's always changing when he's with her. finding himself wide open, finding himself wanting more. a grin lifts his lips (and gives him a boyishness that his usual serious expression doesn't allow for). "i rarely set aside time for chilling as you know. sunday, once we get back to campus, i'll be back to my workaholic self. so tonight, we have to make the most of it." the words feel crammed full of meaning, for whoever was brave enough to parse it.
she rolls her eyes at his tone, though she doesn't bring jinyoung up again. she has a small thought of doing it though, if only wanting to see his reaction but decides after a moment that she doesn't want to ruin this interesting vibe between them right now.
"is it because i like pink?" jiahn asks, though it's mostly a rhetorical question that she doesn't expect him to answer. she's sure that's why, after all, and the fact that she does sometimes order strawberry drinks if they ever go to a cafe together. it's not out of character for her anyway, and not something that she would ever deny disliking. it's kind of funny actually, thinking that he might've noticed something as trivial as what her favourite fruit might be,
perhaps he paid more attention to her than she thought he did. than she thought he would want to.
these thoughts tend to head down a more dangerous path that she doesn't want to wander down tonight, and she reels her brain back into the present and away from the what ifs that she was plagued with every so often. back to the cozy little pillow nest she had made, with him right in the center of it.
he's closer than she remembers him being when she finally notices that he had moved, her eyes widening just a little when she does. "i guess so," jiahn answers, her voice faint before she clears her throat, laughing a little and just settling down next to him, like she's done so many times before. (perhaps not horizontal though, but she's used to him being in her space at this point. welcomes it, even. they've spent too many nights together in the b612 common room that sometimes she feels weird when he's not there.) "the couch is cozy, and you always tell me it's okay to nap," she points out after, stretching out a little until her legs press against his, ever so slightly. shifting the blame a little onto him, though she's not sure if he would accept that.
"i wonder if it'll get chillier in the night," she says, offhandedly, but she's settled down enough that she doesn't think she'll ever quite want to get up again. it's comfy, and joon is here with her.
(her friends would probably call her crazy for being so content to be around him.)
"that's a problem for later us, i guess," she concedes, not wanting to think about it for now. she glances at her ipad, out of reach now to see if she could catch the time. "think we'll get in trouble if we stay out here?"
her easygoing personality always exists in a juxtaposition to his— how people perceive him, anyway. it never ceases to be amusing, when she makes little comments with her sweet voice, and he wonders what it would be like for someone to see them together. his reputation had began to procede him, after all. would people think it was odd? to see her grin, joke and make fun, to see him smile back. sometimes even he thinks it's odd, in a way he's still learning to get used to.
there's a hitch to her voice, light but present and pretty, and his gaze flicks all over her face to catch any nuances of why it happened. he turns up sadly nothing... as well as he's come to know jiahn, her why's allude him at times.
his expression is softer in the lowlight of the treehouse, a hazy warmth that hides in the dark of his eyes. "it is ok to nap; especially when i'm there to make sure no one bothers you." he admits it a bit easily, because he had been doing so (sitting as her bulwark at the table in the dorm room) for far longer than he had any semblance of feelings for her. even as a friend he watched over her (he doesn't take the time to wonder why he can so easily consider the delicate differences between friendship and whatever it is he feels now). "it's less about the act of the naps and more about the where of your naps." he teases a bit.
he props himself up on his elbow next to her and with their nearness doubled, so was the warmth, for now. but her comment about the temperature later is something to consider. he isn't one for winging things, not like that; problems for later aren't his preference. but he already has a plan in mind for what to do, he simply doesn't share it, and his expression says as much. instead he just shakes his head in a nonchalant manner (entirely performative, really).
gazing at her from where he was leaning, he tries quite unsuccessfully not to think about how close they are. "i think..." silence skips in between the beats of his sentence for a moment, then two, before he continues, "i'll take care of it if anyone has any questions or concerns. no one will say anything to me more than once about it. so don't worry about it too much." (his face had become slightly serious again, by habit, and he attempts to give her a grin to lessen the impact of his nature) "just focus on here and now with me. this trip is supposed to be fun and relaxing, remember? every time i've seen you, you've been running around busy; for now let's just... chill." (the word is light on his otherwise well spoken and serious voice) his eyes jump from her eyes to her lips and back, taking full assessment of her.
she doesn't even have to see to know the thoughts that lapse through his eyes. but it is comforting to know she isn't the only one. her hand was still patting his hair down, but then her fingers find themselves moving through them, her nails grazing his scalp. her smile remains in place as he turns toward her, meeting his gaze then.
"i am used to it," she says, her hand trailing from his hair, to his neck, down to his shoulder, giving it a light friendly pat before retracting her hand and focusing on her food, muttering softly, “but it’s weird that your bed head isn’t because of me.” innocent really, she doesn’t even glance back at him as she takes her first bite, nodding to herself in praise of the food that she didn’t have much expectations on. his comment about her doesn’t fall on deaf ears either, a laugh bubbling out of her.
“today? maybe take a walk around, i’m meeting eunwoo by the lake later. i heard there’s paddle boards available,” her eyes sparkle at the thought, turning to look at him now. “yours? i’m sure you have lots to do, lots to see, lots of orders to boss people around with.” a smirk plays by her lips then, teasing.
nothing much has changed between them, really. the warmth in her chest is still there whenever she looks at him, the tingle in the tips of her fingers present whenever they touch. the way her heat beats a slow steady rhythm in his presence. and yet… her gaze flits to his lips, then up to his eyes, then back to his lips. agatha sighs as she folds the blanket covering her shoulders and places it on the empty seat beside her. she makes a move to stand, her fingers tapping the back of his hand. she leans down to his ear and whispers, “be right back.”
she leaves then, not sparing a glance back and heads to the part of the cafeteria that serves drinks. she moves to get coffee on one hand, her nose scrunching a little as she remembers how she doesn’t like the smell, and some juice on the other. she finds her way back to joon and places the cup of black coffee in front of him. “here, to wake you up a bit.”
nails drag along his scalp and he's holding her eyes and it's all but too much for a moment. his dark eyes flicker across to both of hers, searching each eye as if either or could hold answers, if he could see something between any given blink. he finds no answers as she's speaking and her touch is lingering. isn't she doing a bit too much, he wonders. does she know? his lashes move into a bit of a squint that's teasing and inspecting. he makes no comment; just thinking about time spend in bed with her is enough, let alone addressing it out loud.
the mention of eunwoo makes him frown, but she seems quite pleased so he can't blame her or ruin the mood. (he needs to find eunwoo too, is what he doesn't say. another person he has too much to talk about with, and joon wonders when he'd become such a messy person). "have fun." is his quick, dismissive reply. "this is a vacation. i'll be doing less ordering around." he glances away and then back to her after, (eyes meeting and then he looks her up and down a bit), "i'm sure most people will enjoy that a bit; break from me telling them what to do." there are words unsaid in his sentence, implications.
perhaps most people would enjoy a break from that when it comes to park minjoon. but would she? he could grin because he isn't so sure. he knows agatha too well and he wonders if she's doing it all on purpose. is she trying to rile him up this time, or is it that he's so sensitive to it all, like a frayed wire? when she leans in and her breath and words bounce against his ear and he's actively, visibly shivering. watching her in a performative lazy turn (he's tense, he's swallowing thickly, and he hides all of that for now).
when she returns (he watched her the entire way, even turned sideways in his chair, and is now propped with an elbow on the table surface, tray pushed aside and forgotten)— he's gazing at her, chin propped on his palm and knees spread a bit. coffee... an offering.
he greedily grabs it all but instantly, sipping a bit and sighing. "nectar of the gods." he nods as if she had done something so wise. "good." he fights calling her a good girl just to throw her off. it's not the time... he would have to think about jeju then, wouldn't he? "thank you." is his much more modest return, safer return.
his voice is still a low grumble from the morning, but he does seem a bit less stiff, more awake, after just the movement and coffee. he reaches out and pats her little wrapped blanket, adjusted it up closer, tighter over her shoulder and brushes a hand flat and heavy over her hair. she's cute like that... but even on a good day, he wouldn't tell her that, not really. he slides himself close enough to her that his knees brush against her thighs.
"can i walk you back after we finish breakfast?" he prompts, taking another sip of coffee with a sharply attentive gaze. "maybe by then i'll finally be fully awake." he licks his lips, places the cup to the table with a thud, aches to touch her again to return things to normal, and yet, refrains.
“golden boy?” sungmin lets out a half-scoff, half-chuckle hybrid. “well, you aren't wrong.” not by choice, he wants to say, but being good is the only thing he’s got (in his eyes). he’s ridiculous, being scared of disrupting the status quo all by himself when it’s so easy in this stiff world, when it feels so good in those rare moments he diverts from expectation. it’s a lot more fun with an accomplice anyway.
and minjoon is just the man he’d want to do it with.
that wolfish grin on his face is nothing good to anyone around them, especially not yerim, wherever she is. but sungmin? there’s a small sparkle in his eye now. “you're about to ‘make conversation,’ aren't you?” his eyes betray nothing, but his mouth—still slightly obscured—curves into a sly crescent. “let’s do it.”
if there's one thing about minjoon, it’s that he works fast. he doesn’t hesitate or stop to think as often as sungmin does, which is a blessing and a curse at times. the shove comes quickly, and there are more whispers around the two—shifting gazes, subtle throat clearing, shoulders raised and tense. waiting for his response. waiting for him to defend his honor.
he doesn’t take offense to it, but he glares at minjoon as if it does. he stumbles slightly, champagne glass in hand, grip tightening on the fragile stem. and then? sungmin throws the remainder of the drink onto his friend's face, causing shocked gasps to ripple through the crowd. “see how yerim likes you like this,” he taunts, making sure to raise his voice enough.
“you think you can intimidate me, huh? push me around and take what you want?” it doesn’t feel great to use yerim as a plot device in their silly little fake fight, but god if it isn't fun to act. sungmin sets the glass aside, polite as ever despite the situation. “i won't let you take her from me.”
the years come and go and sungmin and minjoon had met countless times at countless events. isn't it funny how that works? he doesn't know how much of his life would be bearable without people like sungmin, like agatha, even yerim for all the mess therein that came with that.
events like this and times like these, joon seeks out familiar just as much as he wants to shake the jar a little. nothing he loves to hear more than: let's do it. nothing he loves more than getting his way, really.
he only answers with the twist of his grin.
there's a visibly and immediate shift through the room as sungmin raises his voice and joon can't be sure if it's the pure speculation and delight from the dramatics in general— or if it's personal, the utter strangeness of seeing sungmin, perhaps in particular, slowly amping as he was. whatever the reasons, their murmurs and attention bring chills over joon's skin.
yerim is certainly somewhere in this very building. the thought of how she might feel about this only makes joon more amused.
"very charming; quite the romantic you are." his voice is raised along in parallel, and his chin drags, head follows the motion of the glass aside. "not much space for romanticism in this world, hm?" and he reaches out and pushes, quite hard really, shoving sungmin back a step, and then another shove— two or more steps.
well... they're in this now. for the love of the game, for the insanity of it, the fun, the horror on their faces— but it had to end somehow. joon's gaze flickers somewhere behind sungmin where the crowd is parting with their pearls and glasses clutched; they clear a somewhat unobstructed path to the primary hallway out of here... if they can get there perhaps.
"i deal in no such measures with my business, i'm sorry to say." he reaches up and loosens his tie. he can practically imagine how this will all go once his father somewhere finds out. it makes his ears burn red (with excitement or embarrassment, he can't process yet). "i prefer certainties." he grins. he advances on sungmin; three pushes would be too many and he doesn't anticipate he'll make many more steps before things get fun. he holds his oldest friends gaze with a bit of a dare. still having fun?
she really can't agree with the hating sweets thing—not when she craves them at least once a week, needing to go out to a cafe for a sweet treat every once and a while lest she loses her mind. it's easy to get her friends to go with her though, and at least he agrees with her on enjoying fruit.
watching as he grabs her bag for her, jiahn can only smile up at him, feeling relatively pleased, though she's a bit surprised he didn't just reach in and grab it for himself. maybe it's because it's her bag, but honestly, she doesn't think she would've even blinked in surprise had he just gone for it.
she takes it from him when it's handed to her, pursing her lips to fight back a smile at his guesses. "you got it 50% correct," she says, amused and she blinks up at him innocently. "that's not a passing grade though," she adds, teasing as she tugs out the container of cut up watermelon and washed blueberries from dinner earlier. because she had been in charge, she had tried to bring a good amount of fruit so everyone wasn't just pigging out on ramyeon and meat the whole time. not that she cared, but she wanted dessert so.
also the number of people she had ended up sharing the pre-law's hwachae with was a bit astonishing, even for her. maybe that could be a new business idea ...
pushing those thoughts aside, she pulls open the tupperware container and sets it in between them, pleased with herself. "there's still 4 more months in this year, it's pretty likely you'll see him," she says, picking up a blueberry and popping it into her mouth, her nose scrunching up a little at the tanginess of it.
"help yourself," she adds, indicating the container and she sighs a little, stretches out her legs with a small sound of contentment leaving her. "i'll keep that in mind," she grins, noting it down easily in her mental list of things that all her friends liked. "do you prefer oranges or tangerines, though? they taste vastly different to me," she says, now curious and she peers up at him, brown eyes wide. "i have a feeling you think my favourite fruit are strawberries," she says after another moment of thought, keeping her expression as neutral as possible and she pauses for a longish moment before she grins. "and you would be correct! but i also love shine muscats."
she moves away from him a little, if only to gather all the cushions that were a little scattered around the treehouse and lay them all in their immediate area. creating a little nest, if anything, and then getting comfortable there.
a heartbeat, and then. "the thought of heading back to the dorms is so annoying," she says, a little pout on her lips.
he reaches out to grab the fruits from jiahn and once again he's busy thinking about the things she does. it's always the things she does, the way she does it. so off-handed, so easy the way her heart sings and the kindness to her.
park minjoon has never really known kindness like that. not really. as he eats his own cube of watermelon and watches her fingers push blueberries between her lips— it's so easy he doesn't feel a need to be anything. not the chair here, not responsible for his family legacy, not someone others rely on. he's just him.
the mention of jinyoung makes his gaze flatten into a deadpan but otherwise his mood is steeled into place; light and easy. "don't talk about him anymore tonight. forbidden." it's a teasing thing to say but he's entirely serious, and there's something in his tone that says as much.
he had never considered the ins and outs of her favorite things. he took notice when he saw it, wondered only when relevant. they ate out so often, it wasn't something he had to question. he just made note when they'd go to new places. and they certainly never got sweets, treats or fruits so often. though he was about plead the fifth rather than confirm or deny, she answers and he shakes his head in a chuckle at her. "you do seem quite like a strawberry type." he leans back and removes himself from the temptations of fruits to replace it with another— watching as she adjusts, as a comfortable space is born as he gazes at the smooth moonlight over her shiny hair and pretty side profile.
maybe it's who he is that he doesn't help, just nails her with an impolite stare that he always somehow gets away with.
he considers her dilemma, a grimace of is own, soft enough. "i'm not keen either. especially now." he doesn't elaborate, simply moves on past it quite quickly all things considered. "let's not think about it for now."
long limbs move him closer and he settles into the space she'd just made cozier (she drifted a bit too far from him, just a few inches is too many for him right now), and invades her space. "knowing you, you'd be falling asleep on the couch, huh? what is it with you and sleeping on couches and in lounges." joon's voice is quiet soft. he lays out over the padded space, all legs and tousled hair and an easiness that he rarely holds. "if you're planning to do that, just stay here. it's likely to be more comfortable anyway."
friday night
tipsy moonlight walk with @goodbyejoon
trivia is not the rosette's strongest of strengths in life. in fact, if asked, akari was only joining in for the drinks alone and the company of her peers surrounding her. she wants to soak up as much socialization during this trip as she can before they all head back to reality and classes are on their minds once more. despite not initially wishing to attend, akari finds enjoyment in the laughter of her fellow classmates as they debate who is wrong or right during trivia.
across the way, her eyes had met minjoon's a few times and she offers him a gentle grin before returning to her drink in hand. swallows the beer, albeit it isn't as pleasant as the beers she shares with lucas and akari isn't a huge fan of beer as it is. still, she's partaken in her departments trivia and manages to down a couple of the bottles on her own.
as she polishes off the third bottle, she lets it clank against the other two on the earth's surface in the grass. her head feels a bit light, a bit bubbly and out of focus but she's laughing at her classmates as they continue to debate the current trivia question.
at some point, akari needs a breather and removes herself from the group to go stand beneath one of the large trees at the campsite. leans against the bark with her shoulder, the illustrator wraps her arms around herself for comfort of the soft chill of the night. looking skyward, the stars that blaze above move akari, perhaps since she's so tipsy. or, perhaps she just feels emotional for a moment -- a rare occurrence for the pinkette as of late. her parents had taught her young to remain balanced, to be centered as much as possible. yet, there were moments where emotion leaked heavily in her heart.
with a heavy sigh, she shakes her head up at the sky, wishing she could be whisked away if even for just a mere moment. as if on cue, she can hear the crunching of leaves behind herself and the woman turns on her heel softly to glance over her shoulder. she sweeps some of her hair away, trying to get a better view of who was approaching, yet their silhouette was too hazy from the beer she'd ingested all evening. her eyes can't focus well enough until the tall male is finally within a few feet of akari. "i can't say i was expecting you to show up and join me," she acknowledges his presence, eyes raking minjoon down and she notices the beer in his hand still dangling there.
"are you up to no good, joon? or, just want some company?" bluntly, she jests, her tone soft and inviting.
he doesn't drink very much, all things considered. park minjoon wasn't the type to go very far outside of his own very specific control, his bubble of influence being broad and tightly organized, cool and easy. but the weekend was good so far, all things considered. (his very confusing feelings aside, those he had compartmentalized fully). he was holding onto a bottle of somaek when he spots her.
pink hair, moonlight, almost a picture there, he pauses to gaze at her a second, take her in. he had known akari for so long, inside and out in some ways... isn't it funny that people can still be a mystery. living their own lives, gone their separate ways only to crash together from time to time. (oh... perhaps being tipsy has made him sentimental). he approaches easily after, draws her out of her reverie and to gaze at him with those pretty, very familiar eyes.
he gives her a subtle grin, approaching as she speaks until he places himself gently next to her. a little glance her way before he, too, glances up at the sky and takes a sip of his alcohol. after, his voice is a quiet rumble. "just wanted to get away from the noise." he reaches out and brushes his fingers over a stray pink lock of her hair (he thinks of her cherry blossoms, and his eyes which scan her face seem a bit softer than before).
he sets his beer far aside, and gives her most of his attention, aside from wandering glances. "what were you thinking about?" his dark eyes shoot up to the sky as an indicator and back "reminiscing, all alone beneath the stars, kari?" he teases, but he's quite curious. he hasn't checked in with her in just long enough for it to almost be too long, for a relationship as weathered as theirs.
if yerim didn’t know better, didn’t know there was a reason behind her unusually cheerful disposition, she’d be concerned something had possessed her. because she’s giggling, actually giggling, at his words — park minjoon’s words. she can’t even remember if that ever happened while they were still dating, but one thing is certain: this isn’t the norm.
but, perhaps it’s something she can get used to, she thinks as she absently moves her own oar, letting it glide through the water. it’s not doing much, if anything, to move them in any particular direction. in fact, she’d been treating her own oar as if it’s decorative, allowing minjoon to do most of the work to get them to their current point.
“thank god they’re not here.” she nods. though, to yerim, it feels as if her parents are always there, even when not physically present — always breathing down her neck, whether metaphorically or not. in this moment, though — this day, in general — she feels freer, in a way. looser.
“you know, i really think that camping trip had almost been enough to make my mother change her mind. she was this—” yerim pinches her fingers together in front of her, “close to giving up on sungmin, and letting me marry you instead.” she lets out something akin to laughter — low, breathy, more of an exhale than laughter.
“i think it’s for the best that things have changed. don’t you?” she questions, still absently moving her oar, without actually getting them anywhere. then— his next words makes her pause, eyes meeting his.
“do you really mean that?” he sounds genuine, but after years of a performance, she finds it hard to fully let loose. even around someone like joon, who understands better than most.
it might have happened, yeah; her laughter. park minjoon is capable of being reasonable, fun, and he and yerim were together for a surprisingly long time. it was just too easy to forget, when he looked back at it. too much between it, too long. too long since he'd been the cause of a single smile that wasn't forced for the sake of debate club podiums and ophiuchus meetings.
his expression is completely amused as he nods in agreement, a laugh sighing out through his nose. "no kidding." he lets his oars rest over his knees and peers out around the water around and behind her, eyes flicking back only every once in a while.
"i can't be offended. if i were her i would have picked sungmin, too." with the edge of aloofness filed away, he seems softer all around, much more charming than his usual unapproachableness will allow him to be. "my parents however... they're having a much harder time moving on." he shakes his head, raising his brows as he does in a teasing manner.
he thinks of not all that long ago, the way she'd left him hanging in the middle of that gala. of the convenience store after sungmin. of all the meetings here and in between. things had always been complicated, always been changing between them. even now they're changing. "it is for the best. stagnation is death, or so the quote goes." he grins (a wolfish thing really, because he doesn't get to do it with her often and he's enjoying it). he picks up his oars, doesn't notice her little pause, or how her eyes inspect him.
when he looks back his words are quiet and his pupils focused on her properly this time as the water rocks the boat and the oars carry them further upon the lake. "yeah, of course. you're good at it; pretending with me, trying your hardest. both around me, for me, for others, i think." his words are a bit off-handed, quiet and contemplative, "but i don't think you should have to be. not with me especially, but not with anyone." he shrugs, "if you are pretending, at least it should be fun." are his words a callback or not, there's something in his eyes but it isn't a straightforward answer.
seoul tower date, 2 months in. he still remembers it crystal clear, stood against the glass panes after dinner and drinks, staring out at the cloudy, starry sky. sometimes it's funny because he forgets that he and yerim aren't really friends anymore, or at least weren't for a long time. he also forgets that they used to be friends and more. he can still remember the coat she wore, the way her hair was, the way she smiled. he tried to get her to laugh a lot that night, in his own way. it's funny how things change, hm?
are you doing well these days? a year at least since we broke up, right. it's funny when i look back at it, the way it kind of just fell apart. and even apart, we're still together sometimes. here and there, i run into you, or you call, and it still feels so normal. how do you manage things like that? it's rare for me, and i never tell you but i appreciate that. you. for being my friend, in spite of it all. i'll never tell you because i'm me but... you know it right? you have to.
— joon.
We know it sounds repetitive at this point, but when we first opened we never imagined the community would grow into what it is today. Thank you for your continued support, creativity, and dedication to making this space thrive. We’re so grateful to everyone who has been with us since the very beginning, and to all the new faces who have joined along the way.
For the three month anniversary, we’re introducing the Scrapbook Meme. Think of it as a keepsake for your muse: fragments, doodles, and little memories gathered from their time at Yeonhwa so far. By reblogging this post, you’re opening the door for others to send you emojis from the prompt list, and you can answer however you’d like: through writing, headcanons, edits, moodboards, whichever way you’d like. It’s open-ended and meant to be as creative as you want!
This meme will run from September 20th to October 4th, which will give you about 3 weeks to reblog. If you choose to participate, please ensure that you send a question to everyone who has reblogged the post as well, whether this be on your character’s account or on anon. Once again, thank you so much for the amazing three months and we hope you have fun with this meme!
📸 — A candid photo or photos.
🧸 — A doodle or margin note they’d make.
🍜 — A favorite food memory worth recording.
💌 — A letter to your “day one” self.
🖇️ — A receipt, object, or little thing you’d keep as a memento.
🌙 — A late-night moment you’d scribble down.
📝 — A secret written and then crossed out.
📷 — A snapshot of your favorite campus spot.
🎂 — A wish written for the next three months.
☕ — A drink order that defines you right now.
💡 — A random idea or half-thought scribbled down.
✨ — A memory that feels like a movie scene.
🐇 — A superstition, ritual, or lucky charm.
💤 — A dream or daydream you’d jot down.
🔮 — A prediction for what’s next.
🕊️ — A page that feels blank. Describe why.
✈️ — Something that made you feel far from home.
🏠 — Something that made you feel at home.
🥂 — A celebration.
📂 — Something you’d want to hide between the pages.
🧷 — A messy scrap, something torn or crumpled.
🍭 — A small indulgence or guilty pleasure.
📍 — A map, doodle, or set of directions to somewhere important.
📮 — A letter you’d never send.
🎁 — A gift from someone.
💭 — A freeform slot. Sender can come up with their own prompt!
🪽 hello dash, it's skye🌨️ (also the @typicaljisung + @onlygaram purveyor) & with the MT event ending, here i am to haunt the dash with my regular updates as usual. maybe you know the drill by now. thread things, thoughts and more!
firstly - i will be continuing my ongoing mt event threads secondarily with primary threads back as my focus. if you want to drop any event threads lmk!
secondly - i have been here for quite a long time. as such some of my ongoing threads are months old. i am offering for my long time/months ongoing threads, if my partners would like to hc through the rest and pick up new ones ?? new month, post event, start fresh and evolve the narrative! my dms are always open, but like this and i'll come to you about troubleshooting a new development between our muses and shifting thread things!
thirdly - there are many here who are new or who i haven't gotten the opportunity to write with yet. you can also reply here for me to do a starter (if we have started hcing but it fell through the cracks), if i owe starters/dm replies, or if you want me just pick a place and set us up based on my good judgement. random starters are fun too.
oh one last thing. with park minjoon specifically... his label changed. he is now the ophiuchus chair (the crowd screams in peril). he is up to no good all of the time anyway, but now he is doing it supercharged style. if anyone wants ophiuchus plots— even if they aren't in ophi, he can have his hands in everything— i'm always around and always down to clown.
"in my defence, i was in charge of dinner," she replies, settling down next to him, a little closer than friendly but still far enough away that she thinks no one will bat and eye if they were to peek into the treehouse. though, she really hopes that they're not disturbed tonight, if only because she hasn't spent any time with him so far on the MT and that feels like a travesty.
(though, she guesses she hadn't wanted to sign up originally so she would've missed him the whole weekend anyway. whatever.)
she rolls her eyes, though she probably would've believed him had he not so obviously been joking. she didn't stick around for the trivia night, had left before it had even really gotten underway once she had shared her strawberries, so it's not like she had anything to use against him in this case.
"i already said i wasn't going to make you watch it," jiahn laughs, this time nudging him with her shoulder, finding him closer than she had originally thought. "i can just watch it on my own for like, the twentieth time, on the ride back to yeonhwa," she adds, just wanting to joke around with him.
instead of responding to his words, while quietly wondering if he was serious about doing anything with her, she taps into a video of kpop instrumentals instead and then places her ipad to the side with the volume down relatively low, just wanting some background noise to their quiet night.
it's been a long weekend, and she's been much more active than she had been planning to be.
she lets out a sigh, leaning back a little until her head hits his shoulder and she makes a soft sound under her breath. being this close with him is easy, just like how she's dozed off against him multiple times while studying in the common room back at the dorm. the cushions are comfortable and she wonders if she could fall asleep here without any repercussions in the morning. possibly a sore back, or a sore neck? but the trek back feels long and daunting now.
"oh i brought some more fruit," she says after a moment of silence between them, grinning and she points at her bag. "i would've saved you some dessert today too, but i know you wouldn't have wanted any."
things are strange when it comes to the two of them. strange, perhaps, in the good way. there are few friendships that are quite as instinctual for him, come as naturally to him, as whatever he and her have. he's cold natured, most people would argue, frustrating, aloof... but he forgets that he's supposed to be those things when he's around her.
"i can't help it." he watches over her shoulder, the screen flickering with music. there's a natural weightlessness to his grin as he relaxes into the quiet of the night and the woody chill of the treehouse. the nights she spent leaned into him when he studied, at the b612 building tables, doing her knitting and so on... this isn't much different, theoretically. and yet it feels different.
to be so very alone. certainly after the last time he saw her. huddled over shrink paper charms, with eyes soft speaking about all the things he used to not know about her.
he glances down at her as her head tilts into his shoulder and wonders when he came to know so much, and be so effortless.
her comment just draws more attention to it really. his gaze is only slightly softened with surprise. "not likely, no. hate sweets." maybe he's complained one too many times in 2 or so years about sweets so the fact that she remembers... maybe it's obvious. maybe he's committing his own crime of the bar being too low. or maybe it's just because it's jiahn. "what kind?" he considers it, looking down at her with an exploratory glance (odd that they're so close, his jaw brushes the softness of her hair, as he tilts to reach forward and grab her bag, and he hardly does more than deeply breathe her in). "lemme guess... blueberries? strawberries." he's certain somehow. "i barely managed to survive lunch today. if i have to see jinyoung again for the rest of the year..." his tone is cool and steely but mostly, playful (it's easier to be playful when jinyoung's smug face isn't around, after all).
he hands it to her to retrieve them (he had half a mind to get them for himself but then he remembers, her things are not actually his things; just like she doesn't belong to him either..). he observes her move, idle in his curious gaze as she does, and his voice comes out quiet and easy, "since you're committed to doing things i like, oranges are my favorite." (the thought of eating fruit in a treehouse with jiahn, in the middle of the night... he wouldn't have even imagined it, and it makes him glad he agreed to this stupid fucking trip in the first place).
warm mornings
present, day 2 - saturday am
event starter for park minjoon ( @goodbyejoon )
yet another morning where agatha wakes up in regret.
she wraps herself in a blanket as she shuffles into the camp cafeteria, all-sleepy eyes and offering a simple wave to those that greets her. her energy too drained to even mumble a hello. agatha could still feel the chill of the lake seeping in her bones that even her three blankets couldn't help her from shivering from the low morning temperatures. she is making a mental note to return minhyun's hoodie if she sees him today as she gets her breakfast from the camp staff.
she turns to scan the cafeteria, looking for a familiar person to sit beside and he isn't really hard to find. not when he's the first person she looks for in the room anyways. she could already feel the warmth he's emitting as she gets closer. she places her tray down and takes the seat right beside him, nudging her shoulder with his.
"hey, you," she says, eyeing him curiously. her eyes fall on the hair sticking up at the back of his head, pressing her lips together as to not laugh. "you look like a mess."
she knows it would take him a couple more hours to truly wake up so she doesn't say much else and just reaches up to pat his hair down, now laughing as it continues to be stubborn.
he can still remember the way it felt, even now; the taste of somaek, oysters, sun baked delirium, stomach ache, tired— she makes these things easy, always. it's in the way she understands him, in which it was easy and made easier by their familiarity. he hadn't thought about it like he should, like it demands. but it was a dangerous train of thought... (he messed up, there's no way to surmount that, that's what it was right)?
the thing about avoiding something is... it can't be forever. he doesn't want to, he can't. he can't avoid her, never. so he does a half measure.
park minjoon hates half measures.
eyes shift and meet, watches amusement hide behind her lips... he shouldn't look but he does. watches her lips, feels the chills up his forearms. he manages a little good natured eye roll with his tired, heavy-lidded eyes. "comforting, thank you."
he freezes up under her touch, ever so slightly, so subtle in the way his muscles tense at the sensation of her fingers in his hair. it's a manual thought process to uncoil his abs and unroll the straightness of his spine. "please," he sigh laughs it, looking away from her to poke at his food as he speaks (grumbles really, sleep heavy voice, barely a quarter as articulate as usual), "are you not used to how i look first thing in the mornings yet?"
he glances over at her (dangerous to do, shouldn't do it), his shoulders parallel to the table but his chin turned to her. he gives her a grin, voice very quiet and soft. "at least one of us looks nice in the mornings." and he very quickly clears his throat. "what are you doing today? plans?"
breath away
with @goodbyejoon
the saturday of the mt
eunwoo has caught sight of joon a few times over the past day and a half, but it was never more than a quick exchange of looks. she really can't complain about it. maybe it was all the new people she interacted with, or the amount of sunlight she was getting, maybe even the fresh air or all of the above. she didn't have enough timeto think about him. she's been having a great time and being able to get away from her room has certainly helped her a decent amount. she's busy with activities and making the most out of it, after all, they were going back tomorrow.
a good chunk of her afternoon was spent around the lake, mainly with agatha on the paddleboard, until they both ended up tumbling into the water. it was fun, the realisation of the cold plunge and the scrambling to get back onto the board in between laughter and failure. she wasn't in a rush to get herself presentable, despite the change into some dry clothes, her hair is still wet and sticking to her face, it will dry, she wasn't in a hurry. she should probably head back to her room, see if anyone has a hairdryer she can borrow, but the sun was still up and maybe taking a detour wouldn't be such a bad idea? just to see what people were doing. a bit of people watching never hurt anyone, and there was still time before she had to head back and help in the kitchen.
eunwoo is on her way to the one of the volleyball courts, that had a nice little hill on the side of it where she planned on sitting till her hair dried, but of course that wasn't going to work out. not even halfway through the site, she clocks joon from afar. she feels the fight or flight switch flip, in between, indecisive really. she knows he's seen her, he is walking directly to her and it's not like she had much of a place to hide. going off the track and into the bushes seemed like a waste of time to even consider properly, so in the end she slows her steps down until she's stopped and waits for him, teeth sinking in her bottom lip. they haven't.. really spoken since the festival, even when joon had dropped by to… say something about it, he was in a rush and eunwoo just accepted it for what it was.
i was a dick
a simple statement she agreed with and they left it at that. he was in a hurry afterall. it wasn't an apology. it didn't change anything. they were still awkward.
"hi." she starts, when he isn't exactly right in her face, but there is no one else to whom she could be speaking. her hands find themselves in fists, but she is quick to loosen her fingers, arms folding over her chest as she straightens her back and shoulders.
things hadn't been well since yeonchella. the bed of his own making was lonely, and it was chilly, just like he'd thought it would be. a bit more uncomfortable than he planned because really, minjoon understood better than anyone how bad it could get between he and eunwoo— and yet he'd still done it anyway. he'd still provoked her and he'd still intentionally struck like a tornado.
it felt like the thing at the time. a way to rile her up, to push her, to see the passion. all he felt he ever really got out of her these days was cold. without the fire, what else was there?
the weekend was going well, all things considered. for joon, it was that is. his mood was high, his energy, too. but running into eunwoo did put a visor on him, a careful measure to him that wasn't there moments prior (surprisingly, things had gone well with yerim and that helped, but this slowed him down considerably).
he meets her where she crosses his path, a long gaze leading up to her, trying to get a feeling for what she might want. after all, he did say some piece before... (he knows it wasn't enough; he knows this... but it's hard to be enough for her as he naturally is).
he lowers his chin to her greet and joins her, stopping to put his hands in his pockets. "it's been a bit." a few weeks. a few tense and distant weeks. "i was just going back to grab my pack and things for a hike, maybe." he glances over her. "escort me." it is an order, because he's park minjoon, but he tries to smirk, tries to soften it. what's the worst that could happen? she stop him in his tracks— demand him for what he knows he must give? pulls his teeth for him before he has the chance to do it himself?
he nods his head the direction towards the camp where the others he was close to have all lingered off, leaving them rather alone. more alone than they had been in some time, to be fair.
