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head canon of rebekah kim it really is finally time to say goodbye. ❝con te partirò su navi per mari, che, io lo so, non esistono più. it's time to say goodbye.❞

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↺ : ＊ ▬ MOVE. ❜

Her back was against the ground and her legs dangled from the edge of the cliff, far from home because suddenly, home didn’t seem like home anymore. Her fingers refused to stopped drawing circles in the dry dirt like he used to and her legs didn’t seem able to cease lightly swinging like she used to and her trunk was packed with her broom not too far away and she was ready to go.

But she couldn’t bring herself to.

Her body denied any order to stop moving because if she couldn’t leave, then it wouldn’t stop, knowing that if it did stop, she would and it would have been the end of the end and she wouldn’t still be standing this time.

Their initials were embedded into the ground and newly scarred on her skin and she wasn’t sure if she wanted the sand to blow them away because part of her thought that forgetting would just make her even sicker.

But nature showed her it wasn’t her decision anymore.

It never had been.

They weren’t hers.

They never were.

Get up, a foreign voice commanded—her voice, the voice that was never heard until their voices finally faded, until now.

She wasn't hers either.

She was never hers until now.

Move, her voice gently said. You have to, because they... can’t.

Things didn’t fit anymore—perhaps they never would. She couldn’t make them fit and she wasn’t sure if she wanted them to fit now anyway. But what she was sure of was that she needed to go before she stopped and she wasn't really ready to stop--at least, not yet.

So, taking a deep breath and sparing no glances behind, she began all over again--by herself.

Rebekah Kim left.

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↺ ▬ SUMMER. ❜

“It’s too bloody hot out,” Bekah groaned from their spot under the shady tree. Despite the terrible weather, the Giant Squid was happily splashing about in the lake only a few metres away. “At least someone’s happy...”

“Come off it,” Jaehyun said with a nudge and a grin. “We’ve got cool summers anyway. It could be worse!”

“It’s searing outside, what are you talking about,” she said with a slight glare. “The uniform isn’t helping either.”

“You could always take it off.”

Bekah glared at him.

“Go away, Jaehyun.”

“I didn’t say get naked, Bekah,” he said with a smirk, “I just suggested you could remove some layers. It’s not a big deal. We’re all adults here.”

“You’re a tosspot,” she retorted, throwing an unopened chocolate cauldron at his head.

“What was that, Bekah?” Jaehyun said, cupping his ear with his hand.

“You’re a tosspot!” she repeated loudly.

“Toss you in the lake? Okay!”

“Wait, what in the actual fuck!”

In one swift motion, Jaehyun threw Bekah over his shoulder.

“Put me down, you toe-rag!”

“Well that isn’t very nice.”

“You know what’s not very nice? The view I have! It’s terrible.”

“I reckon my arse is a splendid view.”

“Put me down, Jaehyun!”

And he did.

Right in the lake.

“You tosspot!”

Unable to escape the swift grip of the Gryffindor Beater, the Hufflepuff fell into the Black Lake with a loud laugh. Not even the summer heat could beat a day at the lake with his best mate and the Giant Squid.

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↺ ▬ FORMAL. ❜

“I’m almost surprised you could look so civilised,” her grandmother commented with a smirk. “There may be some hope for you after all.”

“We should go,” she said stiffly, “the party is going to start soon.”

“Yes, I suppose we should,” her grandmother said disinterestedly. Placing a white gloved hand on her Bekah’s shoulder—who fought to hide her immense disgust. “Behave yourself, Rebekah.”

‘Piss off,’ was at the tip of her tongue, but Bekah managed to keep her mouth shut. Instead, she smoothed out the front of her dress and took a deep breath in an attempt to calm her rising temper. If anyone could have seen how much restraint she had been exercising thus far, they would have been ridiculously impressed.

At the corner of her eye, before being thrown into the nauseating blur of apparating, she caught a glimpse of herself through a near by mirror and almost grimaced.

Attending a dinner party of damned Pureblood maniacs and supremacists was not what she wanted to use her one and only formal dress for.

Not at all.

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↺ ▬ RESTLESS. ❜

It wasn’t a foreign sight for him to return to his dorm and see that she had made herself comfortable on his four-post bed.

The rest of his roommates had gone to sleep and the curtains of his bed were closed, ensuring her privacy.

“Good evening,” he greeted in a whisper as he pulled the curtain. The moonlight finally reached her eyes, almost making her cringe. “Fancy seeing you here.”

She just smiled instead, having heard him enter long before. It seemed rarely anything startled Rebekah Kim in the first place. He wasn’t particularly surprised himself. After all, she was notoriously nocturnal and he was a terrible insomniac.

“How was lesson?”

“You didn’t go again?”

She shrugged. “Didn’t feel like it.”

“It was the same as ever,” he answered with a shrug of his own. “Herbology is always fun though.”

She nodded and focused her attention elsewhere as he stepped away from the bed to change into his pyjamas. Insomniac or not, it wasn’t as if he would stay in his robes all the time.

Taking a seat at the edge of the bed, he sighed and looked straight at the girl. Concern was lightly etched on his face but was expertly masked.

“She’s gone,” she finally stated.

“Yeah…” he replied softly.

He allowed himself to fall back on the bed with a small sigh. He had already suspected that was why she was spending even more time in his dorm than her own. Jieun was gone.

Instead of speaking anymore like he expected—oh, let’s face it, he couldn’t expect anything from such a temperamental woman—Bekah crawled over to his side instead. With half of her face shrouded and the other half illuminated by the moon, Jaehyun could see that she had sunk back into that old dreamy disposition she once had.

“I’m worried you’ll have gone as well.”

“Is that why you’ve been coming here so much?”

“... yeah.”

Jaehyun sighed and propped himself up on his elbows. “Bekah...”

“You’ve got a grey eyelash,” Bekah said shortly, making Jaehyun chuckle quietly. There was a thoughtful ghost of a smile on her face. “You got tons of them. And your hair, too.”

“I know,” he said with a small chuckle.

A comfortable silence fell upon their conversation once more. It was another restless night, but once he felt the tips of her fingers tracing his tired eyes and mapping his face line by line, Jaehyun decided it wasn’t as particularly harsh as the others.

“... we grew up too fast, hadn’t we?” she said suddenly.

Jaehyun paused before nodding slowly, noting that while his voice quiet and hoarse, hers was melancholic and soft.

“... yeah. “

He sighed, reaching out to run his knuckles down the side of her face.

“We did.”

But with her, somehow growing old seemed fine.

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↺ ▬ ACCUSATION. ❜

“Why am I not surprised that it’s you three behind this?” the professor asked, raising her eyebrows. The small quirk of the corner of her mouth did reveal that she wasn’t too angry and was instead, mildly amused.

“Because it’s us,” Bekah said airily, “and you know us.”

The other two almost snickered, but regained their composure after one suspecting glance from the professor. It was fine if Bekah mouthed off—Bekah was always the one to mouth off—but they still wanted to be held up to higher regards by the professors.

“You’re a Prefect, Miss Kim!” the professor sighed. “As to you, Mister Park—and especially you, Miss Lee! You’re Head Girl!”

“Yes, Professor,” Jaehyun obediently said, his head slightly bowed to hide his grin.

“I’m very sorry, Professor,” Jieun apologised. “But you have to admit, we’re significantly more behaved than how we were before!”

As if rehearsed, they all grinned and aimed their charm to the professor, who ultimately was not amused.

“Detention for the three of you,” she retorted firmly. “Starting tonight.”

“But I have Quidditch!”

“Damn...”

“I have that massive Potions essay though!”

Their simultaneous complaints stopped suddenly and they all looked at each other, a bemused expression on their faces. Even the Professor raised an eyebrow at the immediate change in atmosphere.

“Wait, a minute...” Jieun started.

“What are we even—” Bekah continued.

“—getting accused of?” Jaehyun finished, his eyebrows furrowed.

“Hadn’t you planted that swamp in the hallways?” the professor asked, exasperated and alarmed.

“Um, Professor...” Jieun frowned.

“That wasn’t—” Jaehyun chuckled sheepishly.

“—even us this time.” Bekah raised her eyebrows curiously.

Once they all had explained they were doing Prefect rounds with their respective Prefect partners, the professor blanched and was somewhat embarrassed afterward. After a quick apology, she excused herself, leaving the trio chortling in the corridor.

“We’ve built up quite a reputation, haven’t we?” Bekah grinned running a hand through her newly blonde hair.

“Definitely,” Jaehyun laughed, shaking his head.

“As if we would want it any other way,” Jieun giggled.

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↺ ▬ SILVER. ❜

“You know, I was reading this book and...” Bekah began, her voice nonchalant.

“And?” Jaehyun raised an eyebrow, although he hadn’t removed his sights from the textbook cracked open in front of him.

“... and it talked about werewolves,” she continued, her voice hushed and almost inaudible. And as expected, she felt his body tense up in the seat next to her. Instinctively, Bekah dropped her quill and placed her hand over his.

He relaxed.

“What about... them?” he asked, a small frown on his face.

“I was curious,” she said.

“Curious for what?” he questioned, bitter amusement clear in his voice. “You know all there is to know and more.”

“Well, I was actually curious to see if silver actually hurt you,” Bekah answered simply, a small smile on her face. “Considering I’m wearing a silver ring and you haven’t curled up and died yet, that book was rubbish.”

“...”

“I was actually going to see if it would render you to do my bidding.”

“...”

I already do.

“Go back to work, Bekah.”

“Okay, Jaehyun.”

He didn’t believe anything could wipe that smile off her face.

But even if there was, Jaehyun wasn’t quite sure if he wanted it to make that smile fade in the first place.

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↺ ▬ SNOWFLAKE. ❜

“It’s finally winter,” Bekah said with a smile, tugging down on her knitted beanie. “About bloody time!”

Jaehyun just laughed as they both walked down the snow covered courtyard. Like her, he couldn’t stand hot weather. “I reckon this is the perfect weather for a snowball fight.”

The blonde nodded furiously. “Absolutely!” she exclaimed. “We’re going to have to wait though. We’re kind of... up too early.”

Five in the morning.

She was hoping on Quidditch practise, but sadly, Slytherin had pulled a sneaky one and got the slot for the morning. Right pissed her off a bit, but she wasn’t as put off as she would have—Gryffindor was the best and it was finally snowing. So naturally, she sneaked into the Hufflepuff dorms and pulled out one Park Jaehyun.

“I wonder whose fault is that,” Jaehyun replied, although his tone was teasing. He hadn’t been asleep anyway. He found it hard to sleep as the days grew closer to the full moon. “Definitely not yours.”

“Definitely not mine,” Bekah agreed with a smirk.

“Never!” they both chorused.

The fifth years both looked at one another before bursting into bouts of laughter.

“Hey,” Jaehyun said, lifting his hand to point at the white figure slowly descending from the sky.

“Look at that...” Bekah breathed, quite enamoured by the sight.

At first, the snowflakes came gently, one by one. But it only took a moment or two for them to start coming down in masses. Beautiful, unique and breathtaking masses. Much to Jaehyun’s amusement, Bekah was stood there pointing out all her preferred snowflakes in a surprisingly rapid speed for her usual cool demeanor.

“Look at this one! And this one! Jaehyun, this one, too!”

“Okay, okay!” he laughed as he humoured her.

“Which one is your favourite?” Bekah questioned, brown eyes wide and excited.

“Mine?”

“Mhm!”

“Uh, well,” Jaehyun said, “I’d have to say... the first one.”

“The first one?”

“Yeah.”

You.

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↺ ▬ BEGINNING. ❜

It was a bit difficult—where to place the beginning. Or rather, when.

“Where—erm, when should it be?” Bekah muttered, tapping the tip of her dried quill on the wooden surface of the library desk. A small, quiet and frustrated sigh escaped her lips. “Oh, I don’t know. This is stupid.”

Tell me a story, she remembered him say, his fingers indolently skimming over the skin of her bare shoulders.

You already know my story, she said with a slight laugh. You’ve been there since the very beginning. You are my story.

Tell it to me again, he insisted, amused. Tell it to me again and again and again and after that, once more.

Why? she smiled. Why in Merlin’s name should I do that?

He flashed her that sleepy grin that she was sure was only reserved for her.

Because I asked.

And that was how she ended up in the library. For once not studying or coming up with Quidditch plays or anything like that. No reading or researching. She’d spent many unproductive hours sat there, trying to come up with a story because he had asked.

“Well, I suppose that’s a beginning,” she muttered, fully aware that she looked like a complete nutter babbling to herself. Never mind the library was completely and absolutely empty. That even made Bekah herself confirm that she was off her rocker.

So this was the beginning.

It was as good as any, she supposed. It would have been impossible to choose just one beginning from the past. There were many beginnings. Far too many to choose just one. So this one would have had to do.

“That’s one,” she sighed, placing the quill down next to the piece of parchment covered in what he called her ‘artistic scrawl’. “Cheers.”

It was like some sort of paradox, really.

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using the prompts below, write a drabble (or whatever) a day for the next 30 days. find someone willing to hit you if you miss a day. look back at the end and go ‘oh! i’m a writer!’.

beginning. accusation. restless. snowflake. haze. flame. formal. companion. move. silver. prepared. knowledge. denial. wind. order. thanks. look. summer. transformation. tremble. sunset. mad. thousand. outside. winter. diamond. letters. promise. simple. future.

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⊹ ▬ 012 ❜

Zico was the exception to the rule.

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⊹ ▬ 011 ❜

Bekah was the one who gave Jinki the nickname Bunki.

He's her favourite bunny next to Lady.

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♔ ▬ 010 ❜

Jia and Bekah first met when Jia fell into the lake during their first boat ride into Hogwarts. Bekah jumped in to save Jia, who couldn't swim.

They've been King Beijia ever since.

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⊹ ▬ 009 ❜

Bekah is allergic to glitter.

Which is why she often avoided Sooyoung, Dongwoon and Nicole during the period of time they were obsessed with glitter.

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⊹ ▬ 008 ❜

Bekah tolerates Woori.

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＊ : ⊹ ▬ 007 ❜

Bekah misses Seungho.

A lot.

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＊ ▬ 006 ❜

Contrary to popular belief, it's Jay who gets into fights if Gryffindor ever loses.

Bekah only gets into fights if she believes there was foul play.

Ahem, Slytherin.

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♔ ▬ 005 ❜

Initially, Bekah had no interest in Quidditch whatsoever.

Professor Kahi had suggested first year Bekah to try out for the team in her second year, saying that it could possibly be a way for Bekah to take her anger out.

It worked. Slightly.