✽ ✎… ( julie han, cisfemale, she/her) — we hope ansong has found you well, choi june. you know yourself to be 23 years old and currently reside in unit 05 on floor 05. while you have been here for eighteen months, you seem to remember a little about your former life. currently you’re employed at divine dance studio as a owner. you recall that some people consider you to be creative and funny, but sometimes you seem to be stubborn and delusional. we hope you find everything you’re searching for, and maybe a little bit more. — ( blossom, 25+, gmt-6, triggers: realistic depictions of war )
about. thread tracker. memories ( under construction).
open to: anyone
location: the apartment complex
↪ situation is: he left his door open and his cat is running around the building. chaos is probably gonna ensue.
♦︎ ♦︎ ♦︎ ⸻ "jesus christ beebee, you don't want to go anywhere any other time. papa's too old to play tag you little furry shit." there is something to be said about one ahn insu, and that is despite being somewhat book smart, he was stupid in every other aspect. what should have been a quick in-and-out of his apartment to grab his wallet turned into what felt like a 4K marathon. he pants and doubles over as he watched the maine coon speed down the stairs with a type of grace that he wishes he could have. his need for speed only worked behind the wheel of a car, not behind a nervous princess of a cat.
he groans loudly and slides down the wall, then slides a bit more until he's laid on the cool tile of the hallway floor. he's not sure which floor he's currently on, lost count after running up and down three flights of stairs and his vision became awfully spotty. no, instead he just lays there pitifully; his lungs were on fire and he reasons maybe he should utilize the buildings gym. he hears footsteps approaching, but he's too tired to even move, so he just... speaks. "i'm not religious or anything but if that is a angel coming my way, a fucking cat savior or whatever, this is my SOS. help me. do you want me to beg? i'll even pay you, just end my suffering."
「 . ♡. * . ˚ 」
→ "i think i'd like to hear you beg first," june's voice holds a hint of a snicker that she's clearly holding back as she sees the other on the floor. she'd woken up not long ago and drawn on her silk robe when she heard some sort of commotion in the hallway. was that...someone running up and down? there weren't exactly a myriad of children in ansong so she knew it had to be someone older and when she reasoned it out, there were even fewer reasons to be running up and down the hallways of the apartment building. this had given her pause but instead of being hesitant, she simply marched right out her door and found herself face to face with the backside of someone very familiar...
she outstretched her foot poking the other's thigh with the limb and tilting her head. "what exactly are you doing? did your cat get out or something?" she asked raising a brow. june had always been good with animals. they tended to like her. she wasn't sure why exactly but she surely didn't mind. she'd had her fair share of run-ins with lost cats returning them either home or to a shelter simply because they so willingly ran into her arms. she was sure this would be no different, but that didn't mean she was going to miss an opportunity to tease insu if she had one. "go ahead. say pretty please and maybe i'll help you. cats love me, after all,"
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✽ ✎…details about you.
send a emoji to receive an answer from the muse in character!
𝐎𝐁𝐉𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐒.
💭 — what is your MBTI, enneagram, and/or other personality aspects (if known/interested in)?
🚗— do you have your driver's license? can you drive or operate any other vehicle besides a car?
🎮 — what are three of your favorite hobbies?
💍— do you have any piercings? do your want any or any more piercings?
🖊️ — do you have any tattoos? do you want any or any more tattoos?
🎻 — do you play any instruments? what is your current skill level?
🩸 — what is your blood type?
𝐒𝐘𝐌𝐁𝐎𝐋𝐒.
🎶 — what type of music do you like? do you listen to music very often?
💯 — share three random facts about you that others may not know
💤 — are you a light sleeper or a heavy sleeper? how are your sleeping habits?
🔱 — can you swim? do you enjoy swimming?
🔶— do you know cpr? do you have any other medical expertise?
🚫 — do you drink and/or smoke? do you do it regularly, or is it more on occasion or for special events?
𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄.
🌈 — what is your sexual orientation/gender identity? what pronouns do you use?
🎄 — what is your favorite holiday?
🐶 — do you have any pets?
🐈 — do you prefer a wide circle of friends or a few close friends?
🐷 — what is your favorite animal?
🌴 — do you have a green thumb? do you enjoy gardening?
𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐒.
❤️ — what do you think are three of your most positive traits?
🤍 — what are three of your more questionable traits?
💔 — what do you think are three of your most negative traits?
💘 — what and/or who do you consider to be the most important to you?
💛 — how many languages do you speak? what language(s) are you learning, if any?
💚— do you prefer being inside or outside?
𝐅𝐎𝐎𝐃𝐒.
🍝— what is/are your favorite food(s)?
🍔— are you good at cooking? are you good at baking? which one do you prefer?
🥯— what do you typically eat in a day? and do you skip any meals?
🍸— what is your favorite alcoholic drink, if you can drink or like to drink?
☕️— what is your favorite non-alcoholic beverage? do you have any preference on how you like to drink it?
𝐏𝐄𝐎𝐏𝐋𝐄.
😖— are you an introvert, extrovert, or ambivert? do you let people in easily, or are you more reserved?
🤔 — what do you think are some of your quirks or unique mannerisms/traits?
🧐 — are you more logical or emotional?
🤓 — are you more chatty or quiet? are you at ease in social situations, or are you more shy?
🤩 — do you prefer to plan ahead or are you more spontaneous?
😥 — are you more prone to getting stressed out, or is it easy for you to keep your cool?
😓 — do you think that you're more open-minded or stubborn?
✽ ✎…dialogue prompts.
send a dialogue prompt for the muse to answer in character! these are intended to be used as the base for a para thread starter.
some prompts include crude language & can be edited slightly to suit the muse(s) they're intended for!
“ You better be careful what you wish for. ”
“ Can you get us out of this mess? ”
“ Come sit down beside me. ”
“ Don’t you raise your voice at me! ”
“ Hey! What’s the hold up? ”
“ Hey, you’re supposed to be asleep. ”
“ I'm growing strangely fond of you. ”
“ I really don’t trust your judgement. ”
“ I didn’t expect to see you here. ”
“ You promised me. ”
“ I have a really bad feeling about this. ”
“ I never, ever want to hear you say that again. ”
“ I think they did it, I just can’t prove it. ”
“ Don't worry, I won’t let you down. ”
“ Being a menace to society is a full time job and I'm dedicated. ”
“ I'm tired of answering that question. ”
“ This has gotten completely out of hand, I'm sorry. ”
“ It's so good to see you smiling again. ”
“ Just because I'm small doesn't mean I can't kick your ass. ”
“ I am no longer comedic relief, I am now serious panic. ”
“ Yes, but it's my job to take care of you. ”
“ What is going on? It’s the middle of the night. ”
“ You know that it’s not that easy. ”
“ What? What makes you think I'm being sarcastic? ”
“ Just tell me what you want from me. ”
“ Oh? Got nothing to say? That must be a first for you. ”
“ Can I ask you a... personal question? ”
“ Sorry about the chaos, I needed attention. ”
“ Ugh, I just can't take this anymore! ”
“ Is that a threat or a promise? ”
“ No one asked for your opinion. ”
“ Have you lost your goddamn mind? ”
“ Nothing’s impossible if you’re brave enough. ”
“ It's a little risky, but that's what makes it fun, right? ”
“ I need you to talk less and smile more. ”
“ You know that's not a good excuse. ”
“ I'm going to manifest being happy. ”
“ Here are some scissors. Now cut it out. ”
“ This is getting out of hand! ”
“ There you are! I've been looking all over for you. ”
“ There's no one I trust more than I trust you. ”
“ We can work this out together! ”
“ What other choice do I have? ”
“ Whatever you decide to do, know I'll support you ”
“ Hey, slow down! Where are you off to? ”
“ For legal reasons, that was a joke. ”
“ We have to get out of here! ”
“ Yeah, yeah. That's what I thought. ”
“ I need you to get out of my way. ”
“ You can not be serious. ”
“ You don’t have to be embarrassed. ”
“ God, you make everything so complicated. ”
“ You don’t have to be afraid! ”
“ You're the best thing that’s ever happened to me. ”
“ You're stronger than I gave you credit for. ”
“ Oh, you're up to something, aren't you? Spit it out. ”
——— you know well, nic probably deserves the look he's getting. who the hell asks someone hunched over in a weird alley if they're okay? obviously they're not okay. "okay? well still point me in their direction and give me a quick description," he says, coming down to squat by her, "i'll take care of 'em. maybe, a strongly worded email instead of throwing hands, but you know, still take care of 'em."
see that's the thing about nic: he wants to fix people's problems. he wants them to thrive and be as happy as they can, but he doesn't really have a lot to go on here. he takes in the scene as is; tear stained cheeks twinkling in the light where she's hunched over by the wall of illusion. he purses his lips, fixes his gaze on a piece of trash by her feet, considers his options.
"hey, what's your name, by the way?" he feels like he's doing this whole thing a little out of order, considering he should probably know someone's name before he offers to throw punches on their behalf, but... details. nic's not really ever been one to play by the book anyways. after a moment of internal debating, nic adds, "you look like you could use a hot bowl of ramen. let's go get some ramen," as he stands and offers out a hand to help the girl up.
「 . ♡. * . ˚ 」
→ june found herself sniffling as she listened to the person yapping away above her. she almost wanted to laugh, actually a small smile does work it's way onto her lips as he speaks realizing how ridiculous this all was. she was crying over a man who had long abandoned her leaving her with inner scars in front of a stranger who didn't even know her.
"it's my dad..." she spoke finally. honestly, dad was a loose use of the word. after all, it felt like she'd barely gotten to know the man before he decided to leave her behind. "i'm june," she manages to mutter through sniffles as she looked up at him. the back of her hands can't work fast enough to wipe away smudged mascara and eyeliner.
"ramen does sound good," the woman looked around for a moment. it wasn't like she'd come to illusion with anyone and her wallet and phone were tucked away into the folds of her dress. if she left right now she could spare herself the embarrassment of going back inside illusion trying to act like nothing happened. "okay," she said nodding slowly as if she had weighed her best options. she stuck her hand out and took his standing and brushing off her backside as she looked around wondering who else had caught her little breakdown.
♦︎ ♦︎ ♦︎ ⸻ unfortunately, insu wasn't known to be the best person when it came to social interactions that he doesn't drink or bully his way through. he was really only fully charismatic when he could shove his mask on. despite his persona, he was introverted by nature. he picked times and places he could control the flow of who he might see and what he might do, but june was a surprise. not that he was complaining.
when she confirmed her name he exhaled softly, glad that at least he didn't mess that up. he looks to the record in her hand, wondering if he had something similar in his arsenal, before flicking his gaze back upwards to her face. "not really, nah," he says, slowly turning his own record around in his hands. "guess i'm just surprised i haven't bumped into you before. looks like i'm not getting here at the right times." he noted the time on the clock behind her on the wall, holding the record in his hand as some sort of tether to keep himself grounded, pulling on one of his trusty, easy smiles.
"seeing if anything new catches my eye," he answers breezily, flipping around the vinyl he had picked up—colors of emotion by vincent blue—so june could see its cover. "well, new and... other things that catch my eye." he smiles at her, something a bit placating, edging on flirty. not his best work but he felt slightly guilty he had almost forgotten her name. "find anything you vibe with yet? might just embarrass myself to the masses by signing up for one of your classes if the song choice is good." whether he was serious or not, well, time would tell.
「 . ♡. * . ˚ 」
→ "maybe our schedules just don't align or maybe it's a sign from the universe?" she raised a brow, smirking at her own words. insu was the type of person whose smile she could fall into. maybe that was why they'd had that fleeting night together in the first place. she was usually picky with her distractions but it had been an easy decision to pick him. especially, when he looked like that. she wasn't going to mention what had happened between them but regret wasn't the word she thought of when it came to it.
"yeah. i guess that's what i'm here for, too. although, i think my eye's been caught," she winked at him before leaning forward grabbing a daft punk record between her finger tips and pulling it out from the boxes. she held it up twirling it between her fingers. she was sure it had seemed, at least a little, like she was talking about him and she had hoped that it did because just like the first time they'd met, he had her attention. the thought of him in one of her classes made her giggle, though. something about his taller frame moving along with her moves amused her deeply. "anyone can dance. that's what i always tell people, anyway. you could do it, too, and if you have too much trouble-" she stepped closer, her feet matching his stance as she leaned into him slightly. "you could always ask for a private lesson,"
ooc: sorry for the sudden mia. i will be doing all my drafts ( for both june and mika ) and getting back to plotting messages tonight! thank you so much for your patience!
in an attempt to be a little different from her usual cottagecore outfits and show off how much she's been working out lately ( she swears she's gaining muscle she's not ) june's dressing up as wonder woman! complete with lasso of truth not pictured here she's down to tie you up if you promise to tell her how pretty she looks
with halloween just around the corner, soonwon can say he’s somewhat happy. a reason to celebrate means a reason for gatherings. gatherings mean - people looking for spaces to host. which is where soonwon and the funeral home rec center comes in. one of the neighbors well-versed in travel has decided to host a pumpkin carving contest of their very own. and the prize to entice participants? a free gourmet dinner at the seasons bistro.
if there’s any one thing that soonwon loves more than food, it’s anything that is free. at least, with the recent changes in finances and budgeting soonwon has had to adjust to.
so, that’s exactly why he finds himself amongst the small group of people who have shown up to take part in the contest that evening. at the table he stands in front of, there’s a sign that says ‘pumpkins gifted by the ansong’s farmer’s market’. he proceeds to scan the different pumpkins spread across the table until landing eyes on the perfect one. he’s quick to grab it and a small basket of carving tools. soonwon turns abruptly with sudden motivation to make the best jack-o-lantern for that night, coming to a quick stop when he almost barrels down someone else.
“ june ! sorry , i didn’t see you there . ” an excited smile. “ are you taking part in the competition too ? ”
june loved the fall season. for someone like her who seemed to move fast and break rules, fall was a nice little vacation from it all. as soon as the cooler weather hit, she was in the store and at the farmers market buying squash and candles and making soup. it was almost as if fall june was a different creature entirely. she even took part in community events with a genuine excitement not the facade she normally wore. today was, of course, the pumpkin carving contest and she had plenty of ideas in mind for what she wanted but she wasn't exactly an artist. she had no dream about how to make her thoughts come to life. instead, all she had was a hope that she would be able to win the free food voucher.
it wasn't as if things were rough at the dance studio. this time of year was good and people loved taking their themed classes. she even had an idea of teaching thriller on halloween with everyone dressed up in their costumes but nothing was better than the promise of free food at what was arguably the hottest place in town. she could practically taste the seasonal pumpkin soup on her tongue as she looked for the perfect pumpkin to hold her design. she finally found out, round and tall that would be the perfect backdrop for delicately carved roses and a small ghost. that was the idea she was settling on when she picked up tools and almost bumped into someone.
"oh! sorry-" june barely gets the word out before she turned around to see who she'd bumped into, her eyes peeking over the large pumpkin she held up to her chest. "oh! hi, won!" she said greeting the man who she'd met the few times she'd hosted free dance workshops at the funeral home. "yeah- i really want that voucher. are you?" she asked cursing herself under her breath when she saw the obvious pumpkin and tools in his hands. "any ideas on what you're going to carve?"
there is a paradigm shift somewhere in the universe when june speaks. callum knows, because he feels it; he's not able to immediately connect the dots, because everything that happens in ansong is just so vast and out of his measly lack of control that there's no explanation for what he feels in the moment. but it's there. it's evidently there.
it's a feeling of confusion that spills into familiarity; watercolors seeping from one shade of blue to something more subtle. june's voice catches him off guard, a quick volt of astonishment shooting from the tips of his fingers down his body, past his torso, through his calves and all the way to his feet. he's glad he's kneeling, because the way she has completely stupefied him on the spot would have probably made his knees buckle. he blinks back at her in response, the hard drive in his head lacking the processing power to register this fast enough.
"what?" he manages to answer back, dumbfounded, but doesn't respond in english. but what the fuck — callum didn't know june knew english, and he most certainly knew that accent from somewhere. it's going to leech onto his brain for the rest of the night and until june is back home. she's just so intoxicated that she's just talking nonsense, he tells himself to avoid thinking too much into her comments; for now, he compartmentalizes his surprise and gives his own head a small joggle to get himself back to his task at hand. whether he knew june or not, he was on the job, and he had to prioritize her well-being over anything else.
"june," he says again as he reaches to guide her hand away from his face and settles it back in her lap. callum gets a better view of her now: eye makeup conglomerated at the corners of her eyes and down onto the apples of her cheeks. she looks tired, but the kind of tired callum thinks was something he'd given up ages ago. he turns to ask his partner to go get a bottle of water from the bar. "hey, i know you've probably had a lot to drink, but we have to take you home now. my partner's grabbing you some water. let's get you outside."
mindful of her not losing her balance, callum holds her carefully by the forearms as he helps show her back to her feet. the club manager begins to make a fuss behind him, complaining about how ridiculous it was for her to cause such a scene at his business over falling asleep in the bathroom for so long. callum lets him vent, knowing all too well june was likely to in no way remember any of this in the morning. his partner comes back just as they begin walking her out into the hallway, handing her an uncapped bottle to drink.
"i said-" she paused momentarily. okay, she'd forgotten what she'd said so instead, she tilted her head to look at him. "i'm glad it's you!" she said giggling softly. her head still swam with the influence of sweet liquor and her brain could barely process the words that he was saying to her. all she knew was that she was overwhelmed with his presence, a sensation she felt almost every time they collided. as he guided her hand away from his face, a soft pout settled on her lips and she let out a quiet huff. "i'm just sleepy," she confessed softly as she looked up at him, her pout only furthering in its protrusion as she leaned against him.
her face buried against his neck, her smudged makeup threatening to leave itself on his uniform as she clung to him following him from the building. she winced slightly as she heard the club owner fussing behind them. usually, she'd have apologized or at least pulled out the weapon of her tears so she didn't get banned but she was sure, as one of their most loyal patrons, they wouldn't be that mad at her. she even offered a loving wave and a pout as they made their way outside.
water. that was what she needed now. something to stop the throbbing in her head as they stepped into the outside air. "thirsty," she said softly as she gripped callum's arm. her possibly one-sided crush on the fireman was much harder to hide when she was intoxicated that was for sure. she was more than a little handsy and her words, if nothing else, gave her away.
he’d felt dead on his feet as he’d been wiping down the counter and now wasn’t any better. daeho dragged himself through the front foor and towards the stairwell - and then made the split second decision not to walk three floors to get to his apartment, the very same decision he made practically every day. from his in-ear headphones, music played quietly enough that he could hear another person’s footsteps, and then he saw the girl stumbling in after him. she looked like most people did if they came home around this time: like she’d been drinking, and dancing for long enough to hurt her feet in her heels. daeho hoped that the airpods would deter her from speaking up.
of course he wasn’t that lucky. “sorry?”, he replied, pausing his music and slipping the left earbud into his pocket. he was about to try and interrupt her, just so neither of them would have to remember the conversation later, when the elevator lurched to a stop, noticeably between two levels; they hadn’t even made it to the second. it was the shitty culmination of a long day. daeho pulled his phone out of his pocket to turn on the flashlight and reached past june to press on the emergency alert button at the bottom of the panel. soon, his calm was sure to turn into a mild sense of panic, but work had left him so drained he couldn’t find it in himself to overreact. “june, it’s nice to meet you. i think you might want to sit down.”
the red glow of the emergency button left a cast of color on june's face. okay, don't panic. she told herself as she leaned against the wall and tried to regulate her breathing. the immediate panic that settled over her body was unexpected and definitely brought on by the fact that she was still a little intoxicated. she placed a palm flat against her chest and took deep breaths in an attempt to calm herself.
"it's nice to meet you, too," she finally struggled out. her cheery and friendly demeanour faded quite quickly as she realized the situation they were in. stuck between two floor in a little metal box wasn't the way that she wanted to spend her time, not that it mattered. they were obviously stuck here. "how long do you think it'll take them to get to us?" she asked leaning up against the wall and sliding down. the fluffy scrunchy that held up her ponytail slid out from the friction against the elevator door and she sighed softly. "it's fine, right? they shouldn't take that long," she asked looking for reassurance more than anything.
the (after) life of the party
feat. @jcne
at the monster mash bash
thirty minutes ago, callum was three minutes away from his friday night shift coming to an end.
twenty eight minutes ago, callum was one minute away from clocking out of his friday night shift.
twenty seven minutes ago, callum was dispatched a call from illusion about a single-use bathroom door being locked and needing assistance breaking it down. something about a girl inside who was unresponsive.
she better not be dead, callum thinks to himself as he's forced to gear up anyway, his exterior jacket giving his already tired shoulders no mercy. he'd been on the clock since eight this morning and had already responded to over seven calls (to none of which, his limbo brain still adjusting to ansong failed to notice, actually involved any major fires). of course the universe loves to shove itself right into the sliver between the innate feeling of control over his own life and reality, which was, truly, getting another call a minute before his shift was over.
when he arrives on premises, there's a considerable crowd packing the nightclub. he still hasn't gotten used to the feeling of looking so out of place when he's got his gear on in public, especially in a club where everyone else around him is dressed scantily clad and do all but pretend to ignore him when his partner are forced to squeeze their way through a sea of sweaty, perspiring bodies. a manager spots them immediately to lead them through the stares that follow the gaze of the room down a hallway to the restrooms.
the thud of the bass shakes the walls of the walls that glow neon from the signs that are fixated to the wall with illusion's logo. there's a few women that stand huddled together in front of the door, their faces a solid mix split between some looking concerned and others seeming inconvenienced. the manager shoos them off, turning to explain to callum and his partner, "she's been in there for over forty minutes, apparently. it's got a dead bolt, so we can't get it open from the outside."
stupid, callum thinks as him as his partner dig in their duffel bag for their smaller-sized jaws of life to pry the door open; who installs a single-use bathroom in a club with a dead bolt? he shakes his head to rid himself of the millions of reasons for the poor design as he helps his partner open the door. the bass reverbs on the walls as the dead bolt finally gives way when the lock is crushed between the metal jaws.
the build up feels all too cinematic when the door is finally opened and it's revealed that it's june who had locked herself in the bathroom — fortunately, she doesn't look sick or in any sort of peril, just... asleep. it almost appears staged, just how peaceful she looks with her arms under her head as a makeshift pillow over the downed seat.
"i got it — i know her," he tells the other two men with him who share concerned glances. stepping between them, callum crouches down beside her and unbuckles his helmet.
the music is still quite loud in the bathroom, and the thought of how many germs there must be on this floor and the toilet seat she's got her face practically flush to is something he doesn't want to think much into. he uses one arm to lift her head off the seat and sit her in an upright position, holding one of her arms to keep her steady. "june," he has to shout over the music, shaking her gently in a feeble attempt to wake her up. judging by how her makeup is smudged at the corners, who knows how long she actually was in here before someone even noticed. "june, hey, it's callum. you gotta wake up. we're gonna take you back home."
parties were june's thing. a place where she could get lost and feel comfortable. that was why when she'd heard about the monster mash bash she'd been more than a little excited. she was convinced this year would be her best costume yet. with handmade fairy wings and a costume that any girl like her who loved cottagecore could appreciate, she was ready for the night. the glitter that donned her cheeks and the highlight that accentuated that round nose of hers made everything complete but if she was being honest with herself, she'd practically run herself into the ground that week.
being an instructor or two short, she'd taught more classes in the past week than she'd taught in months meaning that her little body could barely keep up with the pace of what she was asking. a night at illusion was something of a miracle after how much energy she'd spent earlier that day. still, she wouldn't let a little bout of sore muscles and lightheadedness stop her from pursuing the perfect pocket of the beat to dance to. a few shots and a martini down the hatch and she was ready to go.
Hour One. june's feet carried her across the floor as she danced in sync with perfect strangers, throwing her hands up above her head as her body moved to the beat. she was intoxicating with the way she moved. Hour Two. june downed another drink. the alcohol is having the opposite effect on her and she can barely keep her eyes open. Hour Three. june's heading to the bathroom. as much as she doesn't want to admit it she's sleepy and she's hoping a small splash of water on her face will wake her up.
that's not how it works out, though. it only takes one splash of water to june's face to realize she's more than a little tired and when she makes her way to the stall, she thinks to herself, i'll just take a little nap and the next thing she knows, she's leaning up against the wall being woken up by a handsome and yet familiar face. the alcohol hadn't completely worn off and she's glad it hadn't because in a sober situation, she'd be too embarrassed to speak. "oh- look who it is. my handsome hero," the women speaks in clear english, her australian accent heavy almost as if she'd forgotten how to speak korean in her drunken stupor. she raised a hand resting it on his cheek and smiling. "i was hoping i'd see you again soon,"
——— illusion is still fun for nic. the repetitiveness hasn't seeped into his bones yet as he cradles his drink in one hand and makes his way through the throngs of pulsating bodies. he isn't quite sure what he's looking for tonight. the thought of trying to find someone to take home leaves him with a weird sense of uneasiness that he can't put a finger to, but maybe he can find someone to dance with. someone to lose himself to the music with. he thinks that would be nice, to move his body in time with the rhythm of the music and forget for an hour or so that he feels uneasy when he can't recall things he thinks he should recall.
he's just locked eyes with someone who's passably cute, when out of his peripheral, nic spots a figure darting out towards the exit—very clearly in distress. he hesitates to call it a motherly instinct, but something definitely kicks in, and nic passes off his untouched drink to a stranger and darts off outside.
the back door closes with a clank behind him, and it doesn't take nic long to spot a figure crouched against the wall with their shoulders hunched over. "hey," he calls softly, approaching slowly with his hands out like there's a cornered animal somewhere nearby. "hey are you okay?" well, duh, they're obviously not okay, nic thinks to himself as he crouches down a respectable distance away. "what's wrong? i could punch someone if i need to," he continues. he probably wouldn't actually punch someone, being staunchly against physical violence, but sometimes assholes need to be taught a lesson. "just point me in the right direction."
for june, going to illusion was like a ritual. every weekend when she found herself overstressed and overwhelmed with existence, it was almost as if her feet carried her mindlessly to the dance floor. sure, dancing was her job and one would think that she would be tired of it at the end of the day but there was something so freeing about moving to the music when you knew that no one was really looking at you. sure, there were admirers and they had their eyes on her but it wasn't her they were truly seeing. it was almost like caricature of her that they observed through the distance.
maybe that was why when june was enjoying herself on the particular night and her brain brought her back flashbacks of her father, she was almost knocked off of her feet. the emotions came rushing to her like a wave. her usual cheery demeanor isn't strong enough to combat the tears that seem to well in her eyes as she quickly makes her way from the dance floor to the door. she doesn't hear the person following her since her ears are so hot that she can barely process her surroundings in the moment.
hey, are you okay? what kind of silly question was that. she was sitting outside of a club crying and she was almost sure that she looked like she'd lost her mind. even though her face was covered in tears, she looked up. there was almost a sort of halo glow around the man standing above her like he was a sort of angel. "what?" she asked incredulously. she looked lost as if she didn't understand his statement. "the only person who needs to be punched isn't even around," she stated referring to her father.
insu liked to avoid a lot of things in his life in many ways. music was one of them. beat street wasn't that busy on days they tended to stock, he noticed, which was why he always made sure to religiously stop by when he could. he was flicking through different sleeves of their records with sort of a pretentious ease, a smile gracing his lips as he found the one he was finally looking for. "got'cha," he murmurs, pulling it out and taking a step back. "look at you pretty baby. you're comin' home with m-"
his elbow collides with something, or someone, he guesses, as the warmth of their body brushes against his skin. this would be considered one of those cliches, he figures, as he turns to give a half-assed apology. instead he pauses, and then lets his brain boot up again like a '90's processor, and then it registers just who he bumped into and images of that night flashes before his eyes before he can stop it. ah. fuck.
he knows he must look foolish just standing there with a deer caught in headlights look. he's all but clutching the vinyl's packaging in his grasp as if it will grow legs and flee away from the painfully awkward atmosphere; because insu is on the right side of stupid to just stare at her for a few long, painful moments as if she is some sort of mirage. he goes to speak but for a moment nothing comes out, painfully awkward in a way he typically isn't. sometimes he wonders how he has made it this far in life. speaking. right.
"jesus fuck—h-hey!" smooth, insu. so smooth. "shit, my bad. didn't see you th—anyway, uh, june, right?" he would feel bad about how unsure he sounded later in the privacy in his apartment, where he could possibly sit in the corner and berate himself. "didn't really take this kind of place to be your vibe. what's, uh... what's up? i mean, find anything good?" maybe if he times this right, he can throw the record far away as a distraction and high-tail it out of the shop. instead, he waits.
「 . ♡. * . ˚ 」
→ june usually spent her days outside of the dance studio with it still on her mind. one of the things that was most difficult for her was detaching her mind from work. that was why when she was having a particularly hard time doing so, she found herself at beat street music. flipping through the bins of records and thinking of different choreographies she could make to the songs that she was familiar with. she wasn't sure what music had meant to her in her past life but she was sure it was significant since she got, at least, small blips of songs when she looked at the covers of certain records. today was no different.
small smiles rested on her lips as she tapped through funk records and giant grins came with the rock. it wasn't the usual kind of music that she taught to but she knew she could switch it up if it meant that she got to use this stuff for her lessons. she was perfectly content imagining scenarios where she lead to these kinds of tunes until she felt something bump into her. firm and yet with some give, she knew it was another person. her head turned almost as if on a swivel quickly to see who was the person behind her. insu. she remembered him well. actually, she had a hard time forgetting that night because it was arguably some of her best and worst work. she had been fully cognizant to make the decision to spend the night with him but the regret that had come afterwards of sleeping with another stranger, no less one that she could bump into often in this small town, was not lost on her the next day.
now, here he was hanging out at the same place that she was...again and he seemed...flustered? was that right? june, right? did he not remember her name? was that a habit of his? not remembering the names of women that he laid with? she'd have to ask, but not right now. she could at least give him a break. he seemed nervous for some reason. a stark contrast to how he'd been the first time they'd met. "yeah...hi, insu," she said offering him a soft and friendly smile. even if the idea of him forgetting her name made a little ticked off, she was still willing to be kind. at least, on the outside. she lifted the record between her fingers. "i'm actually here quite often. do you know my vibe to be able to determine what places are or aren't?" she asked him tilting her head. it was a funny statement, she thought, considering that the brief time she'd been at his she'd seen his collection of vinyl and made a point of staring at them but didn't say anything. maybe she should've. "i'm just looking for music for my next class. what about you?"
「 . ♡. * . ˚ 」 → june stumbled onto the elevator with her stilettos in hand. it had been a long night. between a bout of crying to a fellow club goer and pretending that she wasn't in some sort of emotional turmoil, she'd found herself drinking and dancing as if nothing mattered. this left her feet feeling like someone had taken a hammer to them which meant that her shoes came off as she walked barefoot through the apartment lobby. now, as she leaned against the wall of the elevator hooking her heels over the small handrail to let them hang there, she pressed the button for her floor only then noticing another had been pressed. she slowly turned looking around the elevator for her fellow rider, offering a giant smile when her eyes finally met the other.
"hi! are you a night owl, too? i feel like i've seen you before. have i? maybe i have sorry if i don't remember. you live here, right? me, too! i'm june. it's nice to properly mee-" she's not done with her sentence as the elevator which had been on an upward trajectory shook from side to side. her eyes widened and she let out a small shriek grabbing the handrail of the elevator. "woah-" she said quietly as the lights flickered and a sudden realization hit her. "we're not moving..."
intro: hi!! i'm blossom, she/her pronouns, and i'm so excited to be here! shoutout to the admins for the cool concept. linked below, i have june's about page and her memories, too. she doesn't remember much beyond the beginning of her childhood but i can tell you some stuff about her personality so we're not plotting on thin air!
about. memories.
tw: parental abandonment which heavily affects her personality and opinion of herself.
currently:
june has been in ansong for a year and a half and is the owner of divine dance studio.
she remembers the beginning of her childhood including when her father left her family, this leaves her with some feeling that she's been abandoned so she does have pretty bad abandonment issues.
she opened divine dance studio because of the broken in ballet slippers that she arrived at ansong with. she has a natural talent for dancing despite it not being her passion ( although, she doesn't know that it isn't her passion but she does feel something is missing when she does it. )
personality:
june is kind of a person who is always in her thoughts and somewhat brooding but anyone who knows her on the surface level would never be able to tell because she seems to cheery. she prides herself on being the light in other's afterlives, despite feeling empty or confused on the inside when she looks at herself.
she is, for lack of a better word, lost. she's always looking for something whether that be connections with others or a distraction from herself.
she frequently engages in either alcohol or romantic flings to fill the void of what she's looking for. if we're being honest, she hasn't felt alright since she found out that her father abandoned her.
she's very attached to the opal necklace that she arrived in ansong with, as well. it's almost impossible to see her without it. she wears it even during her practices and dance classes.
as lover of music and books, she's often seen at beat street music, the book nook, or sweet bean cafe. however, if she's having a night where she truly needs distractions, it's not rare to catch her at illusion nightclub or 8-bit depending on whether she's chosen the safe option or not.
