i see that yf has officially closed its doors. this rp has actually been my first krp and, even though my inconsistent activity doesn’t prove it, i do love sowon :,) so i want to keep rping sowon here and i also want to revamp her to be older and a bit more “mature” for knowwhere (since i have a few ideas up my sleeve for this child) or just apply with a completely new muse. but really, it’s just something that i’m thinking about (there’s honestly no way i can pull all of these at once with school and etc orz) but if i do find the time, i’ll possibly apply there or still be here! (hmu if you’d still like to continue i see that @yfxjihoon is down)
thank you for reading and rping! it’s been fun and goodbye! (or maybe see you soon??)
truly a sudden trainwreck of events, but he thinks he’d prefer to just get run over by a train and get it over with. because there is only one girl he knows that could ever be this extra.
“yang sowon, what the hell are you doing?” he hisses at her, lightly jabbing her side with his elbow.
she falters at the light force, but she grabs on to Jihoon tighter, sharp nails digging into his abdomen. Initially, she giggles at the playful gesture but her lips stick out farther than humanly possible. “Lee Jihoon'ssa biiiig, fat meanie,” she says, returning his elbow jabs by poking at his cheek. She presses her flushed cheek flat against the boy’s neck and she sighs; it’s strangely cool against her. she slowly beginning to nuzzle her cheek deeper into his neck.
Sowon inhales lightly and coughs in his ear. Jihoon does not smell like warm, light, crisp flowers she’s used to breathing in. In fact, he smells like cologne. It makes her want to gag, but – unlike that indiscreet burp that fizzes out of her mouth – she somehow keeps it down. To keep that famous Yang Sowon class, poise, and all-round air of a high class young lady, she places a hand over her mouth and slurs out a messy ‘Oops, sorry.’
“Ooohhh you silly wiiiillyyyy~” she drawls slowly, her eyes darting around like she’s trying to catch an annoying bug. (In this case, said ‘bug’ was her hand.) She slides her slightly clammy palm over his face, gliding it over the bump of his nose to the sharp point of his cheekbone. Sowon pinches the flesh underneath it and pulls hard. “I’m obvvvs introducing moooi, the light of your life, to your lovely parents~” she answers. Her hand extends to the older couple, waving it wildly.
“Ensssshhhhanteeee,” she coos with a lopsided grin.
“I can’t believe you finally lost it, god it’s been like a million years. You’re practically a unicorn. Okay, okay, Haesoo’s tall as fuck soooooooo,” she drawls, head tilting. “How was his dick? Wasn’t small, right?”
as soon as Aegi says the words ‘hold nothing back,’ she feels like gagging. “Yeah, yeah, I know, I finally did it,” she growls, scrubbing her brush roughly on top of her dresser. What was she even thinking? Of course Aegi’s going to laugh at her for this. She rocks her jaw back and forth, teeth grinding against each other to prevent her hands from flying at Aegi’s neck.
Rather than actual words, Sowon can only hear that mocking, amused lilt from the girl. She wonders just how stupid she is for actually thinking Aegi would be so understanding of the situation. Her hands cover her ears and she shakes her head to prevent herself from hearing more of her words. Her forehead falls forward, colliding with the vanity dresser and she repeats the action three more times until her angry flush dissipates into frustrated tears. In a hushed voice, she asks Aegi if she really wants to know.
She doesn’t wait for her to respond.
“It was horrible.”
Sowon shoots up from the vanity, albeit a bit taken a back when she saw her running mascara (waterproof my ass) and smudged lipstick, and runs to Aegi’s side. “He was such an ass too,” she says, slamming her fists on the mattress with each syllable. “I-I-I can’t believe I’m stuck with someone who tells me to leave after he’s done without even a smile.”
She buries her tear-soaked face and snot-covered hair into Aegi’s lap. She’s never found the girl to be someone comforting, but if she’s willing to listen, Sowon’s willing to vent.
"Plus, is it...is it really that weird that I refused to call him Doctor?”
“I love you.” He murmurs quietly, taking her hands in his.
“And I mean not right now but I really want kids too because you’d make a great mom and I’d be an okay dad but we’ll get a nanny or something I don’t know and-” He takes a deep breath, wincing as he realizes he’s rambling.
Haesoo sighs and pulls her in tightly, letting out a whine of embarrassment as he hides his face in her shoulder. His cheeks are flushed pink and he’s shaking just a tad, feeling utterly hopeless. He’s in too deep.
when his lips meet her forehead and his thumbs gingerly brush away her tears, Sowon feels like crying again. Ahn Haesoo is too much of a magnificent person. He’s too magnificent to the point that Sowon wonders just what she did to deserve him (other than, well, being her). A tear spikes her eyes and she readies herself for yet another round of hiccups; however, it’s chased away by those three words -- sacred words that she should be used to hearing by now. Her fingers fill the gaps between his as she tries to regain the beating of her heart. It’s always like this -- her heart literally skips a beat (or two at most) whenever he utters that beautiful sentence.
Her breath’s taken away. Has Haesoo been planning this -- kids, nanny, white-picket fenced home -- this whole time? Or is this something he’s spontaneously come up with? Sowon’s questions are answered when he abruptly stops. She rubs small circles on his back, hoping the action would calm him down, and brushes her lips from the top of his head to his ear. She smiles. It’s warm and red. He’s flustered and melting (all because of her); she loves that. Then again, she loves everything about him.
“You’re perfect,” Sowon whispers between feather-like kisses, “so perfect, and you’ll be the ideal dad because...” She buries her nose into his hair, inhales, and smooths down the silky black tufts on his wonderful head. “Because you’re great with Grandma, Minah, my dog, me --” She stops to lift his head. Her lips find his eyelids -- an awkward feat since they’re obscured by his glasses -- and drops down to the tip of his nose. “You’re great with everyone.”
Sowon presses her forehead against his, and spotting Ppippiri resting oh-so comfortably on top of the clothes pile, says, “And that’s why I think we don’t have to wait any longer for little...” Her cheeks flush deeply. She’s a bit reluctant to say this, but she takes a deep breath and forces herself to finish, “...for little Haewon.”
just when she thinks Yeeun can’t get any better, she releases this line. Really, she should have expected this – a gorgeous shade of red that resembled freshly-picked strawberries fit for someone beautiful like Sowon herself made by someone equally as beautiful and talented like Jang Yeeun. She runs her fingers over the curvy font delicately engraved into the glass container, cheeks flushing ever so slightly when she reads the name.
It’s kind of risqué, but that doesn’t stop Sowon from slathering it all over her lips. Though she overuses the phrase: ‘this [ insert shirt/skirt/dress/etc. here ] is made for me,’ this lip gloss is -- without a doubt -- definitely made for Yang Sowon (and she’ll bet anyone her daddy’s life savings that Yeeun made the shade with Sowon in mind) because, again, this color is perfect on her.
And, for the rest of the day, she doesn’t let anyone forget it.
Especially not to the genius herself when Sowon spots her walking out of class. She squeezes between other students -- funny how she doesn’t simply just push them away, but Sowon’s in a good enough mood to actually be polite -- and coils her arms around the other girl’s waist, puckering her lips to show them off. “Your new lip gloss--”
She pauses for a brief second to keep her lips extended as far as she can. She continues, “--is beautiful. Excellent. Marvelous. Perfect. It’s like--” A pause to jut out her lips once more, and she resumes again, “--it’s like it was made just for me.”
she feels like she just went on the teacups for the hundredth time in Seoul Land, and it could have something to do with the extra bottle and a half of champagne Sowon may have finished on her own. She throws the glass behind her – blocking out the sound of glass shattering (is that an ‘ouch’?) – and proceeds to wobble foward as gracefully as she can (something completely unattainable in her current state).
She pushes past a server and charges through a conversation about the worrying state of international tensions (‘Bo-ring,’ she says rather indiscreetly) just so she can find her parents and beg them to take her out of this dull event.
She feels an arm, which belonged to an older gentleman, gently hook around her waist. He asks her if she’s alright and she tells him that she feels like puking – not because of the alcohol but because this weird, saggy old man is touching her. She pushes him away, successfully flinging him away from her but Sowon unsuccessfully trips on the hem of her dress.
Thankfully, she’s saved by a thinner pillar…with a belt, buttons, and – she glides her hands over something silky – something that feels like a tie? She finally pulls away from the equally silky backside of this strange pillar and grabs a fistful of hair.
She turns it around and squeals.
“OH MY GOD,” she shouts says. Her left arm drapes loosely around his waist – an action to prevent her from falling on her face – and rests her spinning head on his shoulder (had she been sober, she would honestly punch herself).
“Iss you, Jihoonie–” she hiccups, but that doesn’t prevent her from finishing…with a louder voice, “my bio buddy!!” Now, she’s shouting. “HOWZ IT GOING, FRIEND?”
not that she has any reservations about rifling through someone’s bathroom cabinet—funny how its contents speak to the person who owns it—but this time (cross her heart, hope to die) she has all the best intentions. they’re in sowon’s room, getting ready to go out, a process that takes about an hour on a very good day and two hours on a bad one. when nature calls, the three pathetic squares of toilet paper left on the roll simply don’t cut it. so she checks under the sink, as one does, and lo and behold.
there it is.
“hey. sowon?” she calls out, biting back a laugh at the oblivious yeah? that comes muffled through the door.
she sticks her head out, the package held in one hand. then she gives it a little wave, the grin on her face entirely cat and canary. preventing your life from going to total, teenage pregnancy-induced shit is just one of many reasons to take birth control, she’s well aware, but even the possibility that (poor, sad, jerking off in front of his laptop probably) haesoo’s getting any action is too hilarious to let slide. subtlety—fuck subtlety.
who knew the great and powerful Song Aegi Gongju is able to produce shit out of somewhere other than her mouth?
Sowon cracks a smile for a sliver of a second until her eyes dart to the bathroom door. She sighs. No matter what they say about her being a mind reading sorceress (a more positive thing she’s heard people say about her), there’s no way Aegi could have heard that – not through that thick door and Sowon’s thicker skull.
“Gave what up?”
Her eyes follow the rather amused voice of Aegi and she’s no longer trained on the reflection of herself. Her hand, dusting just a bit more blush, stops and she swivels her chair. The horror – the absolute fucking horror. Oh she gave it up alright – if that ‘it’ meant the pride of finally admitting to her doctor that maybe her mood swings are a little bit wild and that she doesn’t have the flawless skin of a goddess. She remembers whispering a bite me to the doctor and him giving her that smug little, ‘I-told-you-so’ brow raise.
The sound of her brush dropping is loud enough to snap Sowon away from Aegi’s grin and back to her own self. She blinks, eyes watering due to the fact that she’s had it wide open, and shakily picks up her brush. She turns back to her mirror and coughs. Really, there’s nothing wrong with mood swings or a persistent pimple – it’s normal. Maybe if Sowon admits to it with confidence, Aegi wouldn’t completely laugh at her…hopefully.
“Y-Yeah, I gave it up. So what?”
She was never good at putting two and two together.
she bats her eyelashes once, twice, thrice, and three more times. She thinks -- no, knows -- being with Haesoo, having her eyes on Haesoo, wrapping in the warm and comforting scent of Haesoo is the best thing in the world. She sighs.
She’s so lost within his eyes. So lost in those beautiful, dark hues which hold a million stars. So lost in the gaze that tells her that he loves her over and over again. So lost in those chocolate orbs which foretells the future -- the future which they are still like this: so in love with each other that not even gray hairs, bald spots, or aging skin can ever cancel out their love. Sowon wonders if Mommy and Daddy are still like this -- wait. What is she asking? Of course they are. There’s not a doubt in her mind.
She wiggles closer to him and prepares to release another affectionate sigh...until Haesoo decides to look away. He seems to be more interested in the dog than her. She feels her cheeks puff.
She begins wiggling closer to him, an attempt to take his attention away from that mutt and only on her. She stops when her dog yelps and scratches at their tightly-entwined legs until Sowon frees her from the prison of limbs. She giggles, both at her scampering dog and at Haesoo’s comment. “I know,” she says, her eyes reconnecting with her beloved’s, “incredibly cute.”
Sowon’s hands are placed over Haesoo’s chest and she taps her fingers to match the beat of his heart. She notices that it’s unusually fast and she bolts up when she realizes why.
“We should name all our kids Haewon.”
"--should name all our kids Haewon.”
"--all our kids Haewon.”
"--our kids Hae--”
"OUR KIDS.”
Sowon gasps so hard that she falls off the bed and falls right on the floor. She’s relieved that her dog is no where near her during the fall. What she isn’t relieved about is that this isn’t a dream and that this is real. Very real. She imagines little Haesoos and mini Sowons -- all named Haewon -- running and dancing in their gigantic yet cozy home in L.A. or New York or Milan or London or Paris or Rome or some hick-filled rural village without any reception, and she feels like crying. (Which she does.) Her face is redder and darker than her new lip gloss as she wipes away her tears with trembling hands.
“Oh my God,” she wails between hiccups. “I would...I would love that.”
hello! welcome new members! (i’ll be sure to personally drop a welcome message and reply to my other messages)
but i am back from a surprise hiatus (long story short: i graduated high school and moved half way across the globe to my home country for college. i’m still not used to the time change. urk) anyways.. since some people have either dropped or removed (and i’m honestly so bad at keeping track of starters and plots), i decided that sowon is very much in need of more interactions! so please like this or drop a message if you want to take a plot or brainstorm something!
about sowon:
daddy and mommy’s one and only princess
her father’s the ceo of one of south korea’s top entertainment industries (i’m not saying it’s yg ent. but it’s yg ent)
mother’s a fabulous housewife also the daughter of very famous hotel conglomerates
she’s v spoiled and bratty (and *coughs*annoying) but also kind of a sweetheart?
cheerleading captain and student council secretary
she tried out for choir but was cut immediately #embarrassing
super athletic but sweating is unlady-like and gross
husband boyfriend is the one and only ahn haesoo (kind of the reason why she enrolled/ still attending sunhwa tbqh)
she’s honestly not that great of a student but somehow does pretty well in exams? (hint: got that photographic memory plus all-night cramming)
pls don’t make fun of her nose. it’s her complex.
plots:
very close to sowon. attached at the hip (more than haesoo and her. wowza)
or just friends in general (awkward acquaintances is more likely tbh)
former roommates (could have been a great experience or straight up horrible)
i’m not saying that i want someone to make fun of sowon’s horrible singing, but make fun of sowon’s horrible singing
you’re hopelessly in love with someone and she, the goddess of love herself, decides to give you advice on how to make your crush fall for you (bonus points if it happens to be haesoo)
you’re into fortune telling/astrology and since sowon makes fun of you from time to time, you decide to play a little trick on her
anything involving the cheer squad tbh
the boys volleyball squad: sowon always sometimes comes to volleyball practice to cheer for haesoo but my god is she annoying, so you tell her off.
her favorite dongsaeng or protege
you spot her with birth control pills -- it’s not like that okay. it’s good for your skin. my dermatologist recommended it -- but you misunderstand anyways. *shrugs*
you were a former trainee at yg but you were cut so you either:
a) decides to be her lackey to regain your spot
b) make sowon’s life miserable until she ultimately gives you her spot back (too bad she’ll probably pay you back tenfold)
grabbing her tray she hops out of her seat and walks over, quickly realizing the mess she made earlier when she notices that her soup is suddenly way more unappealing. rather than grimace at the sight, however, she looks up and is graced with the existence of.. who was she?
–oh well.
“hi,” said stiffly, clearing her throat, “can i sit here?”
sowon’s hands rest under her chin as she looks up at the rather amusing girl. “No, not there,” she says, her hands block the seat to the right of her. she points to the seat on her left side, demanding the other girl to sit there instead. the right side of her face is the good side best side of her, and this poor, helpless girl is neither over six feet tall nor does she make her heart flutter.
she glances down at the girl’s soup and she can’t help another giggle when she recalls the girl’s small accident. “You know, you totally missed your mouth just now.”
— Mustering a small, tired sigh after a moment that easily said ’here we go again’, Gyuri closed the paper and looked over at the possessive girl bemusedly.
“Careful, Yang. Stare any harder and your boyfriend might think you’re cheating on him.“
just a mere glance of this girl’s reading material makes her head spin. Ban Gyuri is surely something -- what, with her 'modern’ knowledge to her annoying ability to draw people in, this girl makes sowon’s brain broil violently.
oh, and did i mention that talent of jabbing people in just the right places?
she glares at the girl even harder (if that’s possible), but looks away when her comment fully processes in her mind. she repeats this action a couple more times before finally realizing that this girl is just messing with her. she shakes her head. "Oh please.” she puffs up her chest and she places a proud hand over it. “Just who do you think I am? I would never cheat on someone so perfect like my boyfriend!”
perfect. she’s perfect, sowon thinks pointedly. with her awareness and intellect, she’s so perfect that it’s sickening. (and it honestly makes it even harder for her to become complete equals with him.)
“I’m not so not like that,” she says, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “I’m not so low to cheat on someone I love nor am I low enough to pretend to be gay to steal someone’s boyfriend.” feeling that she’s gotten the last word, sowon happily gets up and readies herself to skip out of the dorms.
first. he touches you and you light on fire. your wrist blazes where his fingers meet your skin. the burns don’t show, but it’s hard to breathe with ash in your lungs. it’s so hard to breathe. you’re suffocating daily.
second. it hurts to watch him. he shines. he’s brighter than the sun, he’s too beautiful for your eyes. it’s hard to look at him. it’s even harder to look away from him. you’re going blind.
third. your ears are tuned to his voice. you could pick him out in a sea of thousands. his voice makes pretty singers who sing pretty songs sound dull. his voice makes everything else sound ugly.
fourth. the color of his eyes is blue enough to drown in. he is turning you into a clichéd love-wrecked being. you’re drowning, always sinking. down, down, down.
fifth. you know him. you love him. through a thousand lifetimes, across millions of stars, you’d find him, you’d never leave him. you love him, till death do you part.
( sixth. he loves you, too. )
five things you know and the one thing you don’t. 19/09/14 (via eposetties)
“Shush, you,” he murmurs, hugging the dog close to his chest and nuzzling it against his cheek. It’s not a cat, but its constant demands for attention are oddly endearing. That, and it’s a literal ball of fluff, and Haesoo is weak. It’s so small and cute and poofy, and if he thinks about it too long he’ll explode. It’s the closest to a cat he’s going to get, and it’s hard not to have a growing affection for the pet. With how long Sowon’s had it, it’s practically their child: whenever Haesoo comes over, he’s almost as excited to see it as he is to see her.
Tilting his head up, he glances towards Sowon picking out a dress and he smiles. “I like that one.”
with all the variety in her closet, she finds it hard to choose what to wear. skirt? pants? denim? suede? pink? blue? sneakers? heels?what is she in the mood for? better yet -- she looks back at her beloved...her prince charming...her one and only Ahn Haesoo -- what is he in the mood for her to wear? she sighs contently as her eyes frame haesoo playing with ppippiri in specks of pinks and a crown of camellias. it is then that she decides that none of her current wardrobe is good enough for him and that she should throw everything out.
she walks deeper into her closet and begins to scrape unworthy fabrics off of hangers and kicks ￦4,000,000,000 worth of clothes out of her drawers. she flinches whenever light squeaks are heard from the metal hangers and hisses whenever she pulls out a drawer a bit too much. her bottom lip sticks out when she notices a tiny tiny chip (almost two millimeters) on her pedicure. cursing under her breath, she (lightly) storms out of her closet to trash another dress -- her favorite dress, in fact. she tugs it off the hanger gently and her aggravation seems to disappear with haesoo's approval. her happiness is evident with her light steps towards her bed and she sits beside his lying frame. "i do too," she says. she stares at the dress longingly before hanging it carefully on a bedpost.
she eventually plants her back on her bed -- next to him -- and she joins him in petting ppippiri. the pomeranian squeaks a bit too much when her hands stray too close to a certain spot on the dog's side and sowon jolts her hand back with a quiet gasp. she rests it against her cheek.
sowon's loving stare towards ppippiri shifts to haesoo as she asks a simply innocent question, "don't you think haewon's just the cutest name for a boy?"
