jihyun sits cross-legged atop one of the folding tables, watching with dead eyes as his clothes swirl and spin in the washing machine. his eyes flutter shut briefly before he snaps awake when his shifting causes his neck to pull; soreness has set in and no amount of pills can stop it now. there’s a half eaten bag of chips by his left thigh and an energy drink by his right hip. he leans into a hand and sighs, stifling a yawn behind his fingers. it’s late as shit so he doesn’t care to try to hide how hideous his past three days of nonstop work have made him. there’s no reaction when the door opens and another person carts their laundry in, walking right in front of him on their way to the washer down from his.
he rubs at his jaw, taking note of the scratchy hair beginning to grow, barely a shadow. his gaze drops when the person speaks up, but he doesn’t look at her. instead his gaze drops down to the floor where a shirt is. “ i don’t— ” he starts but then freezes when he lifts his head to gaze at who it is. haru. “ oh… ” he hums, dropping his gaze back to the shirt. “ yeah, long time no see… ” he returns before motioning to the shirt, giving silent permission to grab it. it’s more of a shrug and hand waving dismissively at it, but she’ll probably get the hint. “ uh, you look well, ” he says awkwardly. how is he supposed to act around an ex? there’s no books on this shit.
she quite honestly has no idea how to act. jung haru has changed immensely since she’s last seen the male, physically and mentally. awkwardness is the last thing she’s looking for, but it’s also pretty inevitable with a situation like this. she leaned down to pick up the shirt that had escaped from her laundry load. ❛ it’s three in the morning and i just finished working a double shift, but thanks for the compliment. ❜ she smiled slightly, a teasing tone laced in her voice as she tossed her clothes into the laundry machine. acting cool and calm.
she did a quick once-over of the male, noting his tired eyes and patterned pajama pants. haru has seen him like that often, but it’s been too long to act familiar. ❛ long day ?? ❜ she asked, keeping her words curt and to the point. there wasn’t any point in wasting each other’s time.
always so studious ; while he has a multitude of other responsibilities that could ( and sometimes do ) keep him from his schoolwork, haruki is disciplined enough to get things done by their respective deadlines, no matter how little time he has to do so. sometimes, the results aren’t exactly delightful, and today is one of those days. an array of textbooks sit in front of him, laptop taking center stage. his eyebrows seem to be permanently furrowed as he shifts between typing and working problems out on the notebook in front of him. he looks up for the first time in hours when he hears a familiar voice, gaze moving from her to the drink in front of him. a small but tender smile crosses his lips before he speaks; a trademark of his.
“ more than needed, yeah. thank you —— it’s on me next time, ” he nods, blinking a few times to adjust to the light. “ if it makes you feel any better, i have three weeks worth of homework to turn in by midnight. ” he chuckles a bit, both pained and amused at the situation he’s put himself in —— not that he had another choice. “ i’m sure you’ll be fine. nothing an all-nighter and adderall can’t fix. if you need help though, i’m all right at calc. not a genius, but y’know, i got by. ” an obvious understatement, but he won’t brag.
it’s quite a sight --- two of the campus’s best known resting bitch faces coming together at the library. while they appear to be extremely intimidating, the smile gracing the male’s lips says otherwise. haru can’t help but smile back. ❛ don’t worry about it, ❜ she says to him with a dismissive shake of her head. but she knows she’ll be getting a coffee from him soon.
❛ procrastination at its finest, ❜ she comments while taking a seat the table. the female takes out her study material, sighing to herself as she places her calculus textbook on the surface. ❛ that’d be great, actually. i’ve never been good at math. ❜ she’s an art major for a reason --- anything stem related is really not her forte. ❛ what class is your homework for ?? ❜
it was like any other night --- trudging to the nearby 24 hour laundromat with her dirty laundry at three in the morning, the only time haru really had a free moment to herself. as a university student and a waitress at a strip club, late nights and a wacky sleep schedule became a normal routine for her. the female entered the laundromat, minding her own business with her laundry bag thrown over her shoulder. nothing was out of the ordinary... ❛ excuse me, ❜ she said quietly to the only other customer there, barely noticing the ( familiar ) cartoon patterned pj pants he was wearing. she was using the laundry machine a few steps away and a t-shirt of hers somehow got away from her as she began loading the machine up. ❛ sorry, could i---- ❜ she trailed off, now noticing who the other was. it’s been awhile --- probably about a year now. ❛ um, hey. long time no see. ❜ @kalcpsya
𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙟𝙪'𝙨 𝙨𝙪𝙧𝙥𝙧𝙞𝙨𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙖𝙣𝙮𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣 bothered to entertain her, sitting up to look over at haru. “ it is, but i forgot how wet tokyo summers were. it makes me want to move out to the country. at least i’d be able to enjoy the rain out there. “ she looks down at the cake, shaking her head. any more sugar & she’d crash by dinnertime. “ oh, no ! i have mine. i don’t know when i’ll be leaving but i’m sure you’ll get more use out of it than i will today. “ she sits up to turn & reaches for her backpack, pulling her yellow umbrella from one of the side pockets.
her energetic and excited attitude is a stark contrast to haru’s quiet, reserved one. it’s actually quite entertaining seeing the two interact. ❛ i don’t know. i kinda like the gloominess, i guess. ❜ she took the slice of cake back and took another bite, also deciding that would be her last. the dessert was getting way too sweet and not matching the melancholic atmosphere haru was feeling right now. ❛ no, it’s fine. you’re gonna need it later. i’ll probably just call a cab. ❜
❛ hey, ❜ haru greeted the other softly, slipping into the seat across from him with a couple textbooks tucked under her arm and an iced coffee in each hand. she set the drink she purchased from the library cafe besides the male. ❛ i saw you as i was coming in and thought you might need this. ❜ they were both only two students among many studying at the library late at night, and it’s always nice to have company. ❛ i also just took a bunch of adderall and i still think i’m gonna fail my calc exam. ❜
𝙝𝙖𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙗𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙖 𝙙𝙖𝙮, as far as shinju could remember, when it hadn’t been raining ? saturating the concrete jungle known as tokyo, steaming up the atmosphere & making it completely unbearable to live in ? not for all twenty-one years of her memory, that’s for sure. the campus starbucks was like a ghost town, save for a few spare patrons & baristas, so shinju stretches out across her table, whining softly. “ i’m so tired of this weather. “ just as the statement finishes crossing her lips, a clap of thunder roars, shaking the building.
haru sipped her coffee quietly. it was her third cup of the day yet her mood still felt gloomy, matching the equally as gloomy weather outside. ❛ i thought it was summer, ❜ she commented, eyes settling on the lightning flashing in the distance. she pushed the large slice of cake they were sharing closer to the other, silently urging her to have more. maybe that’ll help fix her mood somewhat. ❛ well, i forgot my umbrella so i guess i’ll be getting sick today from running in the rain. ❜
omg hi y’all !! i’m joy and i’m also very excited to be here :~) i’m so ready to talk to everyone both ic and ooc, so give this post a like ♡ and i’ll slide into your ims to plot !! ( drugs tw )
oh, who do we have here? wait a second — isn’t that JUNG HARU? y'know, the NINETEEN year old WAITRESS AT DANCE AGAIN who hails from SEOUL, SOUTH KOREA! they look so much like HWANG YEJI that i nearly got the two of them confused. watch out, though, because i heard something about her; something about BEING A RECOVERING DRUG ADDICT.
okay so it’s been awhile since i’ve played a muse with a background this intense so pls bear with me
so this is haru, she’s nineteen years old and 43 days sober
she comes from a pretty well-off family in seoul, but it kinda sucked bc both of her parents were always working. both of the jung children, haru and her older brother ( he’s playable btw !! ), grew up looking after one another and taking care of themselves. haru completely grew apart from her parents and doesn’t like them very much :/
in high school she looked for attention through partying and drunken hookups. it wasn’t long before she started experimenting with drugs, but it became a very unhealthy coping mechanism for her
one night while out she was being particularly Wild..... next thing u know haru was waking up in a hospital bed after getting her stomach pumped
that was when she decided to get sober, especially because she had surprisingly gotten an acceptance to the exchange program at the university of tokyo. this was her opportunity to start fresh in a completely new place
haru said goodbye to the sad, wild girl back in korea and became a still sad but much less wild young adult
studying fine arts so she’s always making all sorts of art with different mediums. one week she’s in the darkroom developing photographs and the next she’s getting clay on her clothes while making vases
she's a waitress at dance again, she really wasn’t expecting or particularly wanted to work at a gentleman’s club but they were looking for korean speakers to translate for korean clients that frequented the club and haru needed the money !!
she also has a bit of an rbf and has a ~*~mysterious vibe~*~, ppl are probs intimidated by her but rlly she’s just Damaged™ and not at all judgmental bc look at her own life
it’s almost 4am here so i don’t have the mental capacity to come up with connection ideas, but i’ll still msg everybody who likes this post!
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