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@jisxs
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i should really be packing right now kill me pls but instead i am here, a whole mess, an actual meme who loves dogs, takes ages to reply to messages, and has fucked up her sleep schedule beyong repair ._. or u can call me adri ( she/her, 19 - soon - to - be - 20, gmt+2 ) jisoo's p much the same with a couple of tiiiiny lil changes so !! if you’d like to plot or even just chat ( i need friends :c ) pls feel free to hit me up OR click the lil heart and i’ll slide into your messages instead !!
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moodboard ♡ claude monet + purple.
joohvcks:
THERE WAS SOMETHING special about storms and it made joohyuk’s stomach twist in a mix of excitement and anticipation. he couldn’t see very well to get a proper painting done so he decided that maybe carrying his sketchbook and his pencils with him should he find a place bright enough to get a picture drawn. as he walked, he heard small whimpers coming from the side of a hallway and joohyuk found his nose scrunching up in slight awkwardness - was this a sexual whimper? had he intruded on someone’s personal time? but as he edged closer, he realized it was just a girl he couldn’t recognize in the darkness but it was clear enough she was afraid. approaching her slowly, he reached out to rub his hand along her arm. “are you alright?” asked the artist, voice soft as he blocked her view of the window opposite and hopefully hid the storm from her. “do you need to sit down? my apartment is just down the hall.”
OBSERVANCE HAS NEVER been one of her strongest skills – especially not in situations like this. had it been, maybe she would have noticed the approaching footsteps before they stopped near her. instead, jisoo fidgets with the silver jewelry that adorns her fingers, taps her foot against the linoleum flooring, pulls at the sleeves of her sweater and distresses them even further – anything to get her mind off the storm raging outside. the girl doesn’t even have time to wonder whether they’re a figment of her imagination or not. no – the next thing she knows is that there’s someone next to her – so responsive to every little thing and already on edge, jisoo nearly jumps at the contact, biting back a shriek that threatens to escape her mouth. anxiety seeps into her skin and radiates off of her, but she attempts to compose herself and string together coherent sentences. “ i – i’m okay. ” maybe if she says it enough, she’ll believe it herself. “ or i will be okay. in a minute – or two… or ten. besides, i’m sure this is the last thing you want to be dealing with right now. ”
ofnayeons:
NAYEON DIDN’T REALLY mind the idea of a blackout, it gave her another excuse to rely on fire and use her favorite lighter as a way to guide her through the apartment complex. she was trying to save the battery on her phone, who knows how long all of them would be stuck together in the apartment complex and she might need it to help her in case something happened. it wasn’t like anything was actually going to happen and she didn’t really believe that there were criminals wandering around on campus, that was just stupid. as she made her way back from the common room where she’d managed to steal a lot of food, the brunette ignored everyone she walked past. there was a right time for talking and she didn’t really feel like striking a conversation up right now. however, that view changed when her eyes set sight on jisoo not too far away. “are you alright over there?” she asked, knowing full well the other didn’t look okay but the weed fucking with her brain only made her grin like an idiot. “are you scared?”
FOR, PERHAPS, A fraction of a second, jisoo bears an incredible resemblance to the sculptures in her textbooks – wide eyes and frozen limbs, plucked straight from the art studios and dropped in unfamiliar surroundings. though her vision has adjusted to the darkness, the girl can just barely make out the other’s profile and – is she grinning? it’s a small action, but the effect is imminent. she makes sure to stand a bit taller, chin lifted a bit higher, now increasingly aware of just how ridiculous she must look. there she is, park nayeon, looking like she’s having the time of her life, while jisoo can barely pass as a functioning human being. a tinge of red colours her cheeks at the question. is she okay? hardly – her hands are still shaking, and it takes every single ounce of willpower for her to drown out the distant sound of thunder. is she going to admit it out loud? absolutely not. “ i’m fine. ” the girl answers, perhaps a bit too quickly, wondering whether she’s trying to convince nayeon or herself. “ i just thought the storm wouldn’t be as loud on this floor, but – obviously i was wrong. ” a shaky laugh passes her lips before she continues. “ i suppose i have to think of another distraction now. do you think earphones would work? ”
i think all those all-nighters the past month have finally caught up with me bc i literally spent 70% of today sleeping and i’m still exhausted ._. i’ll probably try and get at least a bit of my replies done but it’s 4am already and idk if i’ll be able to do it :// hmu for event plots/closed starters or just chatting in general and i’ll get to that as soon as i wake up c:
a brilliant shock of white against the graphite sky and -- in one loud crack of thunder, an embarrassingly high pitched shriek escapes the girl’s mouth. in any other situation it would be hilarious – right now, jisoo’s just glad no one’s there to hear it. orientation proves to be nothing short of a battlefield – the hallway’s consumed with darkness, etched in charcoal and ink, and, honestly, the fact that she’s managed to get up the stairs to the floor above without breaking a leg is a blessing. she might as well be blind – her phone having died about five minutes ago; around the time when she realized she’d foolishly left her key behind.
the universe has conspired something against her. she’s sure of it.
another deafening bang drowns out the music blasting in one of the apartments on the floor, and jisoo whimpers, eyes squeezed shut and back pressed against the wall. she should be looking for a friend or thinking of a way to get inside her apartment – but her limbs remain firmly rooted in their spot. five more minutes, the girl thinks – conveniently ignoring the fact that it’s already the third time in a row she’s told herself that.
it's midnight and i just got home bUT i also had two coffees so i'm ?? probably gonna be awake the entire night rip me and my sleep schedule ┐( ̄ヮ ̄)┌ anyways -- i'm gonna get smth to eat and then get to all the messages ( cries bc i finally have time to reply ) but seeing as the event starts tomorrow, i'll be drafting all the replies i owe and i'll post them once it ends! i'll try and come up with a decent open starter tomorrow too but if you want a closed starter w this child pls click the lil heart and i'll slide into your messages so we can figure smth out :3
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kheejins:
“ouch.” heejin squeaked as she stubbed her toe against the leg of the chair in the living room. she had misjudged where the chair was actually placed and thought she could have side-stepped it, however it turns out she was completely wrong and resulted in a hurt big-toe. she had been sitting on the living room floor watching one of her favorite movies when the storm had knocked out all of the power. she was in the process of trying to make her way to her room to grab her phone off of the charger, so she could use it as a flashlight to find another form of light to help her see. ignoring the throbbing in her toe, she continued on to her bedroom walking along the side of the wall. once she made it into her room she carefully crept towards the nightstand and grabbed her phone off the charger. she turned the flashlight on and shined it around the room. she sighed in relief since she didn’t like the dark too much. she started to walk towards the kitchen to see if she could find another flashlight in there when she heard a knock at the front door. she pursed her lips in confusion wondering who could be at her door. she didn’t think anyone was supposed to be coming over. instead of heading to the kitchen she made her way to the front door to find out who was there. “hello.” she spoke as she opened up the door sticking her head out into the hallway, shining her flashlight onto the person in the hall. “can i help you?” she squinted her eyes at the girl in front of her.
IT'S ALMOST SUBCONSCIOUS, the way she gnaws on the plush of her bottom lip, taps her foot and twists the silver jewelry that adorns her fingers – nervous ticks she’d never quite gotten rid of. but can you blame her ?? the hallway’s wrapped in a thick blanket of darkness, etched in charcoal and ink ( she can’t really tell where it begins and where it ends ) and maybe it’s because of the horror movie she watched the other night, but jisoo could swear there’s some sort of noise not far away from her; something between dragging and stumbling and dear god, would they just open the door already ---
for a moment, she thinks she’d rather deal with the darkness, instead of the blinding flash of white that hits her square in the face.
“ i came here for help, not to permanently lose my eyesight. ” she whines, a hand coming up to cover her face; dark hues just barely peeking between slender fingers. she doesn’t mean for it to come off accusatory, though she realizes – albeit a bit too late – that it probably does sound that way. and so, jisoo tries again; straightens herself up and clears her throat, smiling sheepishly at the other. “ help, yes – i don’t suppose you have, ah, extra candles lying around ?? or a flashlight, or a lamp or – anything, really, anything would work, just something that emits light ?? i’ve got an assignment for tomorrow that i haven’t even started and it seems like the power’s out in the entire block and i was freaking out too much to just stay there in the darkness – ” she stops for a moment to catch her breath. “ you’d be saving my life, seriously. ”
( @ofcnayoung )
leaning slightly towards the end of the desk, feet pushed back and eyes trained intently in front of her, jisoo carefully balances the second marker on top of the other, holding her breath as the two wobble precariously on the wooden surface. they only last about a second longer before they tumble down, and she sits back with a sigh.
oh, right. she’s supposed to be studying.
art history volume 1 is long forgotten, thrown to the side as soon as she realized that no amount of will power could force her eyes to stay glued to the glossy pages of the textbook. words mesh together, becoming completely incomprehensible and losing all meaning – instead, her mind wanders to vibrant colours, decadent food and crowded streets – and, with a last glance to the book, she decides that her essay on expressionism can wait.
so that’s how the girl finds herself half-concealed in the shadows of the university building, on the lookout for any security guards, as she waits for nayoung. excitement is evident in every little thing she does – from the slight quirk of her lips, to the tapping of her foot against the grassy surface below. curfew? increased security measures? please, she’s got more important things to worry about – like whether she should go for tteokbokki or lamb skewers first.
Hyejeong in aoa’s dance practices eye contact ver for anon
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LIVING ALONE HAS its perks. for starters, there aren’t five other people running around at all times, so that’s great. she can do whatever she wants, when she wants which is even better. and, you know – the quiet is nice. the independency is nice.
what isn’t nice is the low rumble of thunder, slowly getting louder with every passing moment. what isn’t nice is the rain pouring down, beating violently on the windows and knocking out the power. and, of course, she doesn’t have any candles -- but, hopefully, her neighbours do.
so that’s how she finds herself out of her apartment, blindly grasping at the walls in attempt to make her way through the dark hallway. as she stands there in front of another’s door, clad in her black, paint-splattered hoodie and nearly blending in with the background, she asks herself – does she really need those candles? but she does have a sketch to finish and it does count in her final grade, so – before she can change her mind, she knocks twice and steps back.