i have been wanting to do one of these things for years by now; i think the last time i posted one was two or three years ago and i couldnât bring myself to do another one in the years that have passed by because i have met such incredibly wonderful, thoughtful and kind writers over the nearly four years iâve been stuck on this hellhole and where would i start? but iâve figured itâs about time to give back a little of all the support and encouragement iâve received from so many of you and what better time than to the end of the year?
(when literally everyone on this site thinks they need to do one of these as well? LMAO)
with no further ado, i want to thank everyone for all their hard work; for the amazing muses and interactions that bless my dashboard, for all the fun i have been having while reading through your threads and the wonderful ideas i have been able to share and seen shared among the community. you are what makes this place, in the most literal sense.
i wish everyone a happy new year in advance, as i will be out of state throughout the next few days. even if you arenât included on this list, i hope youâll have an enjoyable time and that weâll be able to write together soon! for all those of you who have made it on the devilâs hitlist, please enjoy your new yearâs celebrations and i send you the best of wishes.
Jiwoo doesn't even know it's Kissing Day when he kissed Haebitna that one time. It was a simple kiss on her hair, during a hug he hadn't know he trusted himself to give her. But it had been... warm, all the same. -[ HAPPY KISSING DAY, DEAR! I HOPE EVERYTHING IS WELL ON YOUR SIDE!
    Does anyoneknows how it feels to feel⊠everything? How emotions linger, how itphantoms a person, how it can be magnified and how it is too difficult to control?.Happiness may be one thing, but only one among the number of emotions aperson can feel.
   Mostly for her, itis pain, sorrow and grief.
   Haebitnathought it was only those. For the past months, life has become a total blur;days are as dark as her nights and colder than she had ever felt, even if it issummer. The warmth inside her has been doused, and it is just⊠winter all overagain.
    ( The same winter she had lost everything. )
   But not thisday. Not when she could still feel his arms around her even when sheâs back inher house. Not when she could still feel the soft lips that planted a soft kisson her head, on her hair, as though each strand could feel its warmth.
Thereâs something seriously wrong with the way the messages are coming through.
The device is fine and the grammar is there. Itâs fine and neat and itâs Haebitnaâs number, and Jiwoo isnât paranoid enough yet to believe someone would steal Haebitnaâs phone to talk to him and pretend to be here.
But thereâs something so⊠not Haebitna about the way the texts sound when he reads them. Her voice in hs head refuses to pronounce them. They feel wrong to imagine coing out of her mouth, past cherry lips with a smile plastered on them. Adorning her face as her yes speak them along with her voice.
These words create an image in his head of Haebitna he doensât want to imagine.
An image where she isnât smiling. And thatâs not how she should be. He should be the one hiding in mid-darkness, not her.
Her words should explain it. But he doesnât understand. He just doesnât. He never did, maybe he never will. Maybe heâll never understand her, never understand the machinations of her mind, the workings of her heart, maybe heâs not meant to. But he wants to.. Wants to help lift the sad tone in vowen into the letters she typed.
His fingers are shaking.
His work all but forgotten.
|To: Â đBitna|
-. bitna
What does one say?
Among all the screaming in the void of his mind, those dark corners, will he be able to make out the raw and rough voice of his heart?
This is probably the moment heâs the most honest to her. And why?
because lying would make her turn into him.
|To: Â đBitna|
-. ive never stopped feeling haebitna
-. i never have
-. i fucking wish i did
|To: Â đBitna|
-. but i havenât
-. and itâs probably better that way
-. i couldnât be here for you right now otherwise
Heâs gone? Just like that? Oh fathers. The bane of his existence. His jaw hurts as he clenches it, his brows furrow in anger as he tries to push away the familiarity of the pain n his chest.
is he really going to do this?
|To: Â đBitna|
-. maybe
-. i can try to help you find him
-. i have some resourcesâŠ
-. i donât know if i can help you with your brother tho
-. i probably shouldnt be the one talking to him
    He doesnât stop feeling. Itâs there. The pain is there. The pain has always been there and it is now that Haebitna realizes how strong Jiwoo has been. Because he can stop caring despite feeling everything.
   Haebitna cannot.
   Itâs there. Itâs just there, gnawing at every corner of her skin. Itâs cold and her tears wonât thaw it out.
   And tears arenât enough to let it out.
 đšÂ : Mr.ì 맀ëȘšíž
How is it better? To never stop feeling?
đšÂ : Mr.ì 맀ëȘšíž
Because it hurts. It hurts too much and I just want it to stop.
đšÂ : Mr.ì 맀ëȘšíž
But it doesnât.
   It doesnât because there is too much that she had been left in the dark. Seeing the light, the real light, has never been this blinding.   Â
   Because itâs more than her father being missing.
   Or the fact that her mother couldnât care more about it.
   Or the fact that her brother has been too cautious with every of his word towards her.
   Did they think she was that stupid not to notice the change?
    Maybe she is.
 đšÂ : Mr.ì 맀ëȘšíž
Will they be able find him? Heâs not even in Korea. I have no idea where he went. Nothing.
    Her fingers stop pressing down on the screen as she realizes her quivers has gone worse. It is now merely trembling but her body is shaking. Tears and sweat cascade down her pale face and itâs a good thing Jiwoo doesnât see. Itâs better that he doesnât see the sunâs light being doused by the dark.
   Because it is not the Haebitna that he knows. It is not the Haebitna that she knows either.
 đšÂ : Mr.ì 맀ëȘšíž
Iâm afraid, Jiwoo. Iâm really afraid.
    Sheâs afraid for her father. And afraid of the truth behind all of these.
   Afraid of what she is becoming.
   Thereâs a loud voice inside her that screams: Jiwoo, help me.
send me a symbolforâŠÂ || always accepting | @trbled-at-the-rootâ
âż Â five times my muse almost texted yours, and the one time theydid.
   Doubts had always nestled in her heart âit was supposed to be ousted when she was slowly regaining her confidence bybuilding herself and yet how it easy it is to plunge back to where she hadstarted, hesitations and self-mistrusts her old friends.
   Itâs about time she meets them again.
One.
   It is a difficult task to prove herselfthat getting the bulky string instrument out of its case (which remaineduntouched for a long time) wasnât brought about by longing but by trying tosteer herself back to her track. Music. It was once her world, right? He wasonce her world.
   Haebitna convinces herself that sheneeds to learn, again, holding thebig guitar around her small hands. Her fingers fiddled on the strings, and yetno matter how hard she tries to remember any chord, she canât. She couldnât.
   Maybe a little help?
đšÂ : Deanì ë°°ë
 Hey, can you remember how to play theguitar? Even just a chord? I really want to learn how to â   Â
âŠdelete deleteâŠÂ
   Sheonly remembers how her father played it for her.
   Maybe she wonât be able to learn itagain. Not this time. Not when she could not think of the instrument withoutthe memories of her dad.
   Not when her inspiration has died.
Two.
   In the midst of a crowd, a voice arises.It is a sound so distinct, a voice smooth and full of soul. Sheâs heard of it,she knows it. A lot of people admire it.
   Haebitna does too.
   But more than the voice is the passionthat she admires most.
   Andmaybe the success that he had with it.
    Her hand fished her phone mindlessly.Fingers fiddling on the screen. Tap taptap.
đšÂ : Deanì ë°°ë
I wonder how can you pull out youremotions and let it resound too profoundly. Your voice, your song hits so hardI justâŠ
   [ Message not sent. ]
   In the midst of crowd, she lost herself.In the midst of emotions, she lost herself.
 Three.
   A pursuit to bring her back on track hasbrought her feet inside this dimly lit room filled with neons and liquors and aband on the stage. A bar is not something sheâs been for a lot of times, atleast not like this. The ambience feels different than the usual concerts orshows the other has performed in. This feels more intimate.
   No rowdy crowd. Only people lulled inthe initial kick of the liquor in their system and the soulful voice echoing inthat small space.
   And Haebitna is situated at the farback, a glass of mango juice on one hand, her phone on the other.
đšÂ : Deanì ë°°ë
Sunbaenim, I actually came tonight. Iâmsorry I had not been able to before.
    Her phone finds its way on the tablewhen the music starts once more. The screen is left idle until it shuts off.
   Haebitna takes a sip of her drink andthe music.
   Hewouldnât notice anyway.
 Four.
   She sees him in the middle of the night.No. Watches him from the screen. Sleeplessnight always leads her to streaming something online, or watching videos leadsto her sleepless nights. Tonight, it was the former.
   It is in this kind of night that hadkept her wondering, how is it to stand on stage? How is it to hold thatmicrophone without the quivers? How is it to be someone like him who seem tohave all that it takes?
   Howto become a Dean?
   She closes the video, taps on the envelopeicon, then taps on the keyboard.
đšÂ : Deanì ë°°ë
Whoah. You look so cool. Well. Youreally are cool. There arenât many people who could have that same passion insinging as yours, more so find the courage to pursue it. And be successful init. But you.. wow⊠just.. really.. wow.
   It takes just a few seconds before she islulled into dreamland â plugs on both ears, and message left unsent.Â
   Howto be like you?
 Five.
   An acquaintance becomes a best friend.
   At least, that is what she had grown torealize as she dangles the shot glass in between fingers, shaking the contentsas though admiring the liquid and its wonders. It makes you think of things,see things, and do things you havenât or couldnât.Â
   A kick of courage, perhaps. It is probably the reason why the occasional drinking had progressed to regular sessions.
   More than just a kick, it is a great chunk ofcourage that had brought her to sing her heart out in that red tent, with theowner as the sole audience to her small show. Haebitna doesnât sound drunk, orat least her voice issnât. In fact, she sounds beautiful, too beautiful thatshe wonders if it is only a figment of her imagination or an auditory hallucinationcaused by the alcohol in her system.
   Theold woman behind the counter doesnât mind though. She enjoyed cleaning her tentstall with Haebitnaâs voice as her own radio.
   Courage is also the fuel for her to skimthrough her contacts and make a call. Knowingly or unknowingly.
   âŠ.ring ring ringâŠ.
   âŠ.ringring ringâŠ.
   âŠringring ringâŠ
    He does not answer.
   But she doesnât stop there.
    With her humming in the background, shetypes and types and types.
đšÂ : Deanì ë°°ë
Sunbaenim!! Sunbaenim!!!! Â Â
đšÂ : Deanì ë°°ë
Ahh. Youâre really cool, you know? Itâslike thereâs another you whenever the mic is on your hand and you start tosing. Like, being possessed with a singing god or something.
đšÂ : Deanì ë°°ë
I listened to your song last night!!! Itâs awesome!! Like⊠really really awesome! The songâs stuck in my head and Iâve been singing it the wholetime now. Even ahjumma here is humming to the tune already!
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HEIGHT
shorter than 140 cm. 141 cm to 150 cm. 151 cm to 160 cm. 161 cm to 170 cm. 171 cm to 180 cm. 181 cm to 190 cm. 191 cm to 2m. taller than 2 m.
full sleeve. thigh tattoo. shin tattoo. calves tattoo. wrist tattoo. upper back tattoo. lower back tattoo. hip tattoo. hand / finger tattoo. foot tattoo. neck tattoo. face tattoo. chest tattoo. side tattoo. one tattoo. a few here and there. multiple. no tattoo. monroe piercing. nose piercing. septum. nipple piercing. genital piercing. industrial piercings. earlobe piercing(s). prince albert piercing. apadravya piercing. eyebrow piercing. tongue piercing. lip piercing. tragus piercing. angel bites. labret. gauges. navel piercing. inverse navel piercing. cheek piercing. smiley. nape piercings. no piercings.
COSMETICS
light eyeliner. heavy eyeliner. cat eyes. mascara. fake eyelashes. matte lipstick. regular lipstick. lipgloss. chapstick. red lips. pink lips. dark lips. bronzer. highlighter. eyeshadow. neutral eyeshadow. smokey eyes. colourful eyeshadow. blush. lipliner. light contouring. heavy contouring. powder. matte foundation. satin foundation. dewy foundation. concealer. wears make up regularly. wears it from time to time. never wears make up.
â« or â ( whichever you have more inspiration for ^^ )
send me asymbol for⊠|| always accepting | @stilledsoulsâ
â« Â fivetimes my muse swears itâs not a date, and the one time it maybe is.
One.
    A soft tapof her hands over the otherâs shoulder is a mere greeting that she had grown todo every time sheâd see him with his back facing him. Thereâs always anexcitement shimmering in her bright eyes as she anticipates that moment hefaces upon getting his attention, that moment heâd look at her and that momentheâd reciprocate the smile that she always gifts him. He does, faintly, aslittle as he could. Haebitna doesnât mind though. She liked the fact that hecan smile, or the fact that she can make someone smile.
    His violincase hangs over the other shoulder, swaying along as the he turned towards her.The sun sits beautifully above them, the fluff of clouds wasnât able to softenits brightness. Itâs summer, a very warm summer to be exact.
    Everyoneenjoys a nice little stroll along the park in daytime. Everyone around themdoes.
    âWhere do weplan to go today?â
    Vocalpractice. Of course. Like they always do. Right?
Two.
    The leavesare raining all over. It is a sight to behold â a beauty in a downfall. Theearthly tones of the season are so vibrant that it felt beautiful all over.Everything was beautiful in her eyes. Every single thing.
    She looks atthe violin, laying on top of dried leaves. A piece of varnished wood thatstands out from the wrinkled big pieces of leaves that served as their blanketfrom the grass and the ground. Her eyes follow to the wooden neck, where a hand issoft curled around. It then travels to the body that laid parallel to theinstrument. Eyes closed. Chest rising in falling gently and steadily. Calm, sheâddescribe it. Everything is so calm and mellow and she inhaled the crisp scentof the dried leaves and the fleeting sense of peace.
    Thereâssomething compelling with the way he played his music. But there is more to thestillness that he always finds after.
    Minutes passand his eyes twitch.
   She realizesshe might have been staring for too long.
Three.
    Curiosityalways finds its way to be quenched. Itâs human nature â a craving for knowingsomething unknown. To quench the thirst for fascination. Curiosity is when shehad found out his skill â and finding out how he uses it (or expresses it)albeit unconventionally. Curiosity is how she had found that there is somethingdeeper in him that heâd always try his best to hide, and yet express at thesame time.
    There are nomusic sheets, nor the instrument that had always been in their company. Nothingbut him, a curious her, and a notebook scribbled in words too profound for herunderstanding.
   He himself is too profound, too mysterious. And perhaps, it is what initiates the curiosityto flow over.
   She iscurious of him, more than she thought she is.
   âCan youread this for me?â
   He would. Ofcourse he would. Would he let her read whatâs inside his mind though?
   A blankstare is what she received as he realizes how she had invaded his sacred place.Not his locker, not his table. But hisnotebook. His self.
   [ Arenât you a bit too curious, Haebitna? ]
   What are youdoing here anyway?
   Practice.
Four.
    The eerinessof the white walls never fails to frighten her at times, but it is probably dueto the fact that: a. sheâs been inside the hospital, even just for some time,that she had grown used to it, b. sheâs been inside this hospital, specificallythis area, for a lot of times and more than she couldâve thought sheâd been,and c. sheâs been inside the hospital with this man donned in white, anddespite the fact that he is in such color of dressing that terrifies her, it isHanbyul and she had grown used to it.
    It was justlike when she was a student, she herself donned a white scrub suit that wasnâthers, worn a disposable mask, and had a stethoscope which served as propsaround her neck. Sheâs following him, acting like an intern even though therewas no other conscious people inside the room except him and her.
    She watcheshim from the head of the bed. From one almost-lifeless body to another, hetended them with the care they needed. And when he was done, it was whenHaebitna had her full attention on him.
    The door islocked, the violin case is emptied, and Haebitna is captured once more.
    There is nonoise of the ventilators or heart monitors. Only of the music he played.
    Soft andslow until it ascends with his emotions.
    Just like the way she had caught him before.
Five.
    A dim mass of clouds hovers above the sky.
    There is a news of a midsummer rain, andpeople seem to have been warned as each one has an umbrella, ready to open itup once the sky starts to cry. Each one. But not her.
    Definitely not Hanbyul too.
   And even everyone was equipped, no one wouldhave wanted to get drenched, so people are moving in a fast pace, trying toget to their homes as early as they can. These people are almost runninginstead of walking, but there are the only two who took leisure in paradingthe gloomy streets.
    It seems like either they were not informed ofthe incoming rain shower, or they just donât care at all.
    Perhaps, itâs the latter.
    Because when it started to pour, despite how peopleare full of frustrations and are upset of getting wet, even when they have theirshields of their own, there are these two who are laughing together as theytry to find a place to shelter them. They are laughing, and oh boy, they werelaughing too hard that they kept missing one roof over the other and justrunning along with the rain drenching both of them. They ran until they got tired,and went to the nearest place they could shelter themselves.
    âWanna grab some cup of warm tea?â
    He says.
    Haebitna realizes they were out for no reason atall. She isnât here for practice. He left his violin at home. They are justâŠwalking.
âș Name â Haebitna Yoo
âș Are you single â Yes
âș Are you happy â No
âș Are you angry? â Is angry a term I could use right now? Itâs more than that.
âș Are your parents still married â No. And they wonât be able get back together. Ever.
NINE FACTS
âș Birth Place â Jeonju
âș Hair Color â I dyed it blonde.
âș Eye Color â Brown
âș Birthday â In a few days
âș Mood â Not in the mood
âș Gender â Female. What do you think I am?
âș Summer or winter â Summer. I now hate winter.
âș Morning or afternoon â Morning
EIGHT THINGS ABOUT YOUR LOVE LIFE
âș Are you in love â How do you even tell?
âș Do you believe in love at first sight â Maybe
âș Who ended your last relationship â ...
âș Have you ever broken someoneâs heart â Letâs not talk about it.
âș Are you afraid of commitments â No. As long as I am ready, then I wouldnât be.Â
âș Have you hugged someone within the last week? â Can Ggomo be considered?
âș Have you ever had a secret admirer â I donât know.
âș Have you ever broken your own heart? â You know, maybe thatâs it. Maybe they did not broke my heart. Maybe it was my fault after all..
SIX CHOICES
âș Love or lust â Love
âș Lemonade or iced tea â Lemonade
âș Cats or Dogs â Ggomo
âș A few best friends or many regular friends â A few who would stay.
âș Wild night out or romantic night in â Night in
âș Day or night â Day. Always.
FIVE HAVE YOU EVERS
âș Been caught sneaking out â Yes
âș Fallen down/up the stairs â I was clumsy that time
âș Wanted something/someone so badly it hurt? â Didnât think it hurts so much until now.
âș Wanted to disappear â Honestly? Yes.
FIVE PREFERENCES
âș Smile or eyes â Eyes
âș Fat or skinny â Any
âș Shorter or Taller â Taller
âș Intelligence or Attraction â Both
âș Hook-up or Relationship â Why would you choose something temporary and full of uncertainties?
FAMILY
âș Do you and your family get along  â Can we skip this?
âș Would you say you have a âmessed up lifeâ â I guess you could say that.
âș Have you ever ran away from home â Thereâs no home to run away from anymore.
âș Have you ever gotten kicked out â No
FRIENDS
âș Do you secretly hate one of your friends â No
âș Do you consider all of your friends good friends â Theyâre not friends if they arenât.
âș Who is your best friend â Terry.
âș Who knows everything about you â My dad, but heâs gone.
Tagged by: @somecrazylads (I got to explore the current Haebitna so thank you for this!)
Tagging: @antipsychx ; @destructiveurgxs ;Â @luxinexitium ; @spected ; @pullstrings ; @obciidian ; @lonelyeternities ; @stilledsouls ; @consilianÂ
shoulders slump at the sight of a smile, relief immediately washing over him. he takes it in, the corner of his lips twitching, his own grin widening unconsciously simply at the sight of hers. familiar in all its brightness despite its tendency to flicker right before his eyes.
( a hallucination? impossible.
colors are vague, but she will never be. )
terry only blames its tendency to dim on the location of where it presents itself. however, it stands out among the lackluster hues of the ward, and itâs enough for terry to feel a semblance of home in the way her hands bring warmth to his own. there had only been suffering through cold mornings and dark nights, surrounded by heavily sedated bodies loitering the grounds.
human is too loose a term in a place like this.
his hold on her hand is weaker in comparison, squeezing fingers bringing a jolt of pain to an open wrist forcefully stitched back into place. he listens, blinking a few times in an attempt to keep himself awake and attentive - overpower the medication. her voice is a soothing melody, a lullaby in a place where the hopeful lilts from doctors and nurses are fake enough to tear through.
( youâll be fine, they say.
heâs never getting better. )
the mention of new york does the job, head craning slightly to peer at his best friendâs face as she speaks. âi miss new york,â he admits, voice a barely audible whisper. growing up in the hustle and bustle of the city, no matter the area, still gives him a much-desired sense of thrill. adrenaline is what his depressive, unquiet mind craves for.
adrenaline and freedom.
âi want to do so many things,â he starts, voice cracking halfway through. terry clears his throat, tries again, âwith you.â a sigh escapes him, head hanging low. dark tresses frame the sides of his face, dazed sight attempting to focus on the sterilized floor, lines in-between each tile an ugly off-white blur. âifi get out.â he feels out of breath, wishes haebitna has the patience to listen despite his words coming out sporadically between pale, chapped lips. itâs when, he reminds himself. notif.
âwhat should we do? when i get out.â
        I miss it here..
    - is what her mind thought of as he mentions New York. To Terry, it could have been his own escape. To Haebitna, it is the one sheâs escaping from. Such contradiction perhaps has its middle ground.
    Perhaps wherever it may be as long as they are with each other.Â
    Perhaps they could run away with their hands interlocked â like the carefree moment they had near Han River while getting intoxicated. Perhaps they can run away from the dark as long as they had each other. Perhaps.
    âWe should go there in the future.â A suggestion simply escapes from her lips. Not in the near future, but itâs always a good thing to have something to look forward to. Haebitna hopes it would be, for Terry at the very least.
    And she listens to him, with her ears and her eyes on him, focusing. She sees the way he took more time looking at the floor than her, the way he hides so much of his face, and the way he struggles with every phrase. Sheâs patient, always patient, and will always be patient for him â especially that thereâs a hint of enthusiasm in his words. Itâs a good sign.
    âWe will do anything, everything.â Once you get out of here. When you get out of here.
    Her eyes seeks for his, leans a bit closer, finding the warmth beneath his cold skin.
    âWant to go back to Han River?âÂ
     Weâll scream and shout and let it all out. Weâll laugh and cry until all tears run dry.
     And maybe - just maybe - after that, everything will be fine.
âi hope so, too,â kyungsoo answers after some time, momentarily lost to the lofty fantasies he so rarely allows himself to indulge in. (it is dangerous to dream.) he pictures himself beneath the lush canopies of the amazon or by the tumultuous riverbeds of borneo, documenting in hurried scrawls shorthand notes on the sheen of a pheasantâs feathers or a tanagerâs seasonal calls. part of him thinks he could map out every square inch of this earth and he would still crave more, yearning indefinitely for yet more discoveries. these outlandish dreams, however, are no more than just that. and as his fingers tangle once more between the laces of his shoes, he crawls back into realityâs blinding stage lights, knees sore and his heart even more so.
âyeah, itâs a really cool show. if yâsit in the first few rows, youâll probably get wet, but the trainers might also pick you to feed the dolphins. but i mean, itâs still cool just to watch.â on his first day here, he had been so eager to familiarise himself with the zoo grounds that heâd visited as many exhibits as he could. his first trip to the dolphin show would always be his favourite, sweetened with salt water and summertime laughter. it was the first time heâd seen such creatures in person, let alone so close, and if even the marrow in his bones hadnât been so drawn to winged animals, he might have found another joy in caring for the aquatic ones. (needless to say, heâs almost always the first to volunteer when the aquarium staff need an extra hand.)
at the mention of her name, unfailingly, sally whistles with pride and plumes her feathers. as intelligent as the cockatiel is, itâs a wonder she hasnât led a pavillion-wide revolt against the zookeepers. (hopefully sheâll never so much as entertain the idea.) extending a finger for sally to hop onto, kyungsoo nods and confirms, âyeah, thatâll work. the show should be done once my shiftâs over, so iâll meet you there. hopefully no one else will try to steal your shoes.â laughing softly, he guides sally to take up perch on his shoulder and stands with a smile still on his face. âi hope heâs there, too. iâve never really been around much to tell when he comes and goes, so hopefully heâll be there to hear our, uh, concerns.â
    If she hadnât been in a rush and had brought things with her, then she wouldâve been situated in the front rows, mingling with the adorable creatures as they dance merrily in front of the audience. She had nothing but herself and her clothes on, and as much as she wanted to touch the dolphins that she adored so much, Haebitna just settled few rows behind the front. But that does not mean she did not enjoy as much as the other did. Kyungsoo was right â she did enjoy just watching from afar. Her squeals and giggles can match those from the little kids who got chosen to feed the dolphins. And just seeing these dolphins dancing in water was enough joy.
    Itâs worth the hour of wait. And honestly speaking, she did not notice the hour passed by until the show ends and a tap on her shoulder got her attention from the dolphins saying goodbye to the audience as they swim back. And there was Kyungsoo, the beads of sweat in his face tells her of how he was in a rush to get to the place on time. Her big smile welcomes him back, standing up from her seat. âThe show was amazing! Next time, Iâll try to volunteer myself to feed the dolphins. Theyâre so adorable!â
    There is a grumbling inside of her that seems to resonate a bit too loud â the angry growling of her stomach reminded her of how she had abandoned eating early this morning. Haebitna masks the sound with her chuckle. âMaybe you want to grab something as we head back home?â Sheâs got some spare bills on her pocket, maybe they could get something. âMy treat. Letâs go?â Excitement suddenly looms in as she taps both of her hands on the otherâs back, letting him lead the way. âWe could get something for Soondae too, so that we wouldnât come off as intruding.â
    âLetâs not get soondae though. I know it would be a good pun but sadly, I do not eat them.â
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Well hi there equally wonderful human being! I am notsure if I deserve this thing seeing as how I always pop in and out of this worldvery abruptly. But thank you!!!
Symbol meme ( accepting but will be slow )âż Â five times my muse almost texted yours, and the one time they did.
I.
14thFebruary.
Hanbyul hasgrown weary. The flowers he doesnât mind too much.But thechocolates and obnoxious dining promotions for two? That wastoo much for someone who took comfort in solitude; Someonewho just craved for peace on his rare day off.
[ 9:14 AM ]Why are you people all so⊠sentimental?My Wednesday is ruined.
Hebackspaces both sentences. The whole Koreanpopulation seemed to be hanging out today.Maybehaebitna was too. It was probablyenough that his day was ruined; He didnâthave to ruin it for her too.
II.
[ 3:27 AM ]I should have gotten a fire extinguisher. Do you have a fire extinguisher?                  Maybe I can borrow it sometime.
Curiousexperiments gone wrong in the dead of the night. Heâsexcited to share his findings, but then he notices the time.AhâŠeveryone else is usually doing something dull⊠Theyâre allsleeping. Haebitna too. Probably.
III.
[ 5:00PM ] Thisvisiting pastor is either a drunk or a fake. Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â He quoted Guinness as the first bookof the bible. God help us all.
Heâs aboutto send the merry little text when a new patient is rolled in. Why are so manypeople slipping into comas? But he doesnâtcomplain; not when their plight is what keeps him employed. And hesupposes sleeping forever is fine. Itâs what people seem to like anyway. And by the timeheâs done setting up, the text is long forgotten.
IV.
[ 2:45 PM ]Do you like bees? I think theyâre making a hive near my place. Want to see?
Heâswatching them with a gaze of admiration, the faintest smile etched onto hislips.Then henotices people making detours to avoid the blooming hive and its residents.ââ I shouldcall someone to remove it, what if the bees sting me?â Hanbyullistens and frowns, deletes his text and keeps his phone. No pointasking when he knows the hive wonât be there in a couple of days.
V.
Heremembers the first time it had happened. It wascompletely spontaneous, and he had no escape.She hadwaited for him in the garden, and he remembers thinkingThat theflowers around her paled in comparison to the smile upon her face.
Heremembers the comfortable silence that filled the lapses in their conversations;the soulfulvoice that echoed through the studio as she sang to his tune.They wereboth vulnerable, exposed, and so utterly human. Hanbyulminds lots of things, but he doesnât mind experiencing that again.
[ 8:31 AM ]The weatherâs beautiful so Iâm out today. Brought my violin along. Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Let me knowif you want to practice. Iâll come.
   iâm feeling quite affectionate today so⊠hereâs this following expression of gratitude towards a few people who i hold dear (in no particular order) :
@leviaraelle : my sweet friend â i love you so much that itâs hard to articulate. youâre so kind and sweet and always here to listen to my endless rambles. whether itâs writing with you or just talking about anything â i really enjoy having you near. i hope weâll continue being friends for as long as possible.
@pcrturbtion : honestly, youâve made your mark in my heart. iâve known you for years now and you still didnât get tired of me which surprises me greatly but moreover, i am absolutely in love with you and i want to keep you by my side forever and ever till the end of times. Â
@anvmone : i am so glad that i wrote with you because weâve developed amazing plots and ships together which i honestly wouldnât want to write with anyone else but you. i love how dedicated and sweet you are towards me, and i just want you to know i love you a lot.
@haebxtna : we may not speak as often as we used to but i just want you to know i always think about you and care for you. i hope you remember not to stress so much and take good care of yourself. i miss you dearly, and i hope to see you writing again soon because i truly miss writing with you. i love you.
@crvstalsnw : thank you for being a part of my writing experience for so long now. iâve developed incredible plots with you and an even more astounding friendship with someone as smart and as loving as you. iâm glad weâre friends, because youâre one of the best people iâve met around here. i wholeheartedly love you.
@vanreos : i donât remember how we started talking but iâm glad that i had the courage to initiate an interaction because iâve gained a supportive, loving, and loyal friend. youâre always here to listen and i hope you know that i am, too. i will always be here for you, and always love you, because youâre incredibly dear to me.
@manticxre : thank you for always listening to the nonsense i have in mind, hyping me about our muses and plots, as well as giving me incredible joy writing with you. iâm glad youâve yet to ditch me since iâm quite pestering and exasperating but i truly do enjoy talking to you, so i hope youâll be able to continue enduring my silly self.Â
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