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dara chaiprasit/18/rebel ~ pink haired princess in a black gown

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ksxsomin:

@ksxdara

somin’s head was all over the place. she had way too much weed in her system and that normally would help her zone out and settle her mind, but starting off in a bad mood usually ends with a bad high in somin’s case. all the clique fighting was weighing on her. it reminded her of when she would arrive at a new base camp and was immediately tested by the kids of her age to see where she stood on the social ladder. her family or how much money she had didn’t matter; it was all about being able to protect herself and beat down others. in military aspects, she was at the top of the food chain, but here… it was different. a lot of people expected the stoners to be the mediators; the midway between cliques. in a way it was good, as she wasn’t really suspected of any of the vandalism. she didn’t care enough about the tier system to start shit and everyone knew that. but, she had ties to both sides. all she does is sell drugs, get high, and baby her friends. she wasn’t cut out for this shit.

she was sitting outside the dorms under her favorite tree as shade. the sun was setting and she could see the sky turning to watercolored pinks and oranges. the darker it got, the more anxious she got. what was she supposed to do about all this? her freshman were scared, the whole school was on watch, cliques were on edge, and people kept looking to her to settle everyone down. she was crying before her mind had even registered that she was genuinely upset.

as the rebel was making her way back from another day of sleeping in classes and pretending that she gave a shit, she saw a somewhat familiar face by a tree outside the dorms, usually the rebel wouldn’t have thought much about it and would have kept walking towards kris’ room and annoy him until he fed her but something made her change her route and instead walk towards the tree.

“a leader crying under a tree at the sunset, kinda poetic if you think about it.” she said with a small smirk as she passed a tissues. soon enough the rebel had taken a seat next to her. dara wasn’t the best person to comfort other people, it was weird to see people cry, it made her uneasy. “what's wrong?”

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ksjinsun:

@ksxdara​

his violin was heavy in his arms as he walked back from one of his classes. he almost wanted to leave it in the classroom, but he didn’t want to be without it. since he’d left home, he had rarely gone more than a few hours without it and didn’t want to risk anyone messing with it. as he walked down the hallway, he thought about how his classes had went and was just about to start detailing the moments he’d fucked up when he saw her. 

the girl he’d found in one of the music rooms, drunk and a little sloppy and very clearly in need of a friend. he hadn’t seen her since then and part of him felt like it was intentional and that she was avoiding him. really, jin wouldn’t be all that surprised if she was. after all, he would probably be embarrassed if he were her, but he hoped that she wasn’t.

“dara,” he said after walking up as quietly as he could. he’d had the suspicion that had she seen him first, she would have walked the opposite way without acknowledging him. “hey, how’s it going?” he asked, his friendliest smile on his face.

there were two types of drunk dara: the flirty drunk, the dara that everyone knew, she’d be bubbly and loud and basically want to kiss and make out with everyone that was willing too, a flirter that had no problem waking up in strangers beds. but there was a other dara that the rebel had sworn no one would ever see: sad drunk dara. this one wasn’t fun. whenever dara was stressed or upset (which had become her daily mood) she’d drink until the world was spinning, she’d hide somewhere she knew no one would go late at night and go to town with the bottles of hard liquor. this girl was supposed to be a secret, hidden in the shadows of the night and never spoken of, never seen. but someone saw.

the rebel blamed herself, hiding in a music room late night with a school full of depressed artistic people that apparently never slept wasn’t her best decision and when the leader of the misfits walked into the room, she was far too intoxicated to control her body and what got out. she didn’t remember much. honestly she was surprised that she even knew who walked in, but her eyes were puffy and red the morning after so she assumed that she had cried in front of the male. embarrassment crept through her every time she laid eyes on him and quickly turned the other way. dara chaiprasit, the cold bitchy rebel that had no regards for other people’s feelings was caught crying. she cringed at the thought and wished she had never grabbed those bottles.

of course, the stubborn rebel didn’t learn her lesson because not very long after she returned to the music room. this time sober, to practice some of her violin. an instrument that she despised as a child but grew to love and treasure, though she only played it alone and when she was feeling down. the pink-haired girl didn’t realise the other presence in the room until his voice echoed through the air, making her stop playing and turn around slowly. shit. her surprised expression quickly changing into her usual bored and cold expression as she tried to act as calm as possible. she didn’t smile back. she wanted to leave. “good.”

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ksnoelle:

At the younger’s greeting, Noelle just stared at her and even though she returned the smile, it was obvious that it was a forced smile.  She watched the exchange between Dara and the boy with little interest and the apology that she was hoping the other would give her never came.  In the nurse’s opinion, it would have been better if the rebel admitted what she was doing because it was obvious that Noelle had seen what was happening.  “Question: do I look dumb enough to believe that or why are you giving me that crappy excuse?”

With a raised eyebrow and a skeptical expression, the nurse crossed her arms because as much as Noelle wanted to provide a safe place for the students, she was not willing to let students like Dara turn the infirmary into a motel or whatever the rebel thought this place was.  “If you decide to cuddle with someone like that again, I am banning you from here. Am I clear?” The only answer she was going to accept was a yes and if the other was not okay with her terms, then she could leave. “You use protection when it escalates to more than cuddling, right?”

“not really, i just like messing with you.” the pink haired girl pulled herself into a sitting position, looking around for her missing shirt as if she was alone and not in the presence of someone who could get her in a lot of trouble for public fornication. “i actually came here to take a nap but then he showed up and i suddenly felt... energized,” the girl shrugged and got out of the bed, exclaiming a little ‘oh, there it is.’ when her eyes landed on her shirt on top on the nurse’s desk. casually walking towards it, she picked it up and put it on while the other spoke.

“yeah, yeah..” her answer came muffled as she picked up her jeans that laid on the floor and put them on, glancing up at the angry nurse, she realized her expression. “it won’t happen happen again nono, don’t worry. do you wanna do pinky promise or something?” she grinned. a grin that quickly turned into a scoff to the elder’s question. “yes, mom.” a sarcastic chuckle left her lips. “i have the bar.”

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semi-good person;; dara & hyejin

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kshyejin:

Hyejin took another defiant bite out of her chicken wing. “Oh, I would have been able to take him. With the power of chicken!” She raised the half eaten drum stick and grinned. She looked at the girl before her, wondering why exactly she had stepped in. It wasn’t like it mattered what happened to Hyejin. “That punk needs to learn some manners.” she pouted, talking about the rebel who had picked a fight with her.

Hyejin turned back to look at the bar. She had had some shots, so what? Maybe more than ‘some’. “Maybe…. seven to ten. I haven’t been keeping track. Speaking of that,” Hyejin took a step towards the bar, “One more shot please! No make that two! For my savor over here!” Hyejin grinned at Dara, losing her balance and plopping down at one of the empty chairs. She patted the seat beside her, motioning for Dara to sit.

“the power of chicken.” the rebel repeated before scoffing. the drunk girl was rather interesting, she might actually keep an eye on her to see what she’d do with her chicken power. “he’s a rebel, i don’t think he cares much about manners. besides, waving chicken at people is not proper mannerism either, don’t you think?”

she observed in silence as the girl spoke and asked -- yelled  -- at the bartender for more shots. was she seriously going to drink more? a sigh left her lips as the other plopped down on the sit. the pink haired rebel considered simply turning around and leaving, but the other offered free booze, that was dara’s weakness. soon enough the rebel was sitting next to the drunk girl, waiting for her shot, she’d probably leave after this. “drinking on your own in a bar mainly full of dudes, rebels, isn’t the best idea you’ve had ---” she stopped thinking for a second. “what’s your name again?”

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semi-good person;; dara & hyejin

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kshyejin:

Hyejin wasn’t dealing with anyone’s bullshit today. She was having a shitty time and had just wanted to have a few drinks to herself. Of course her plans didn’t go as she wanted because of her stupid luck, and a rebel had bumped into her by accident. She was going to apologize, she really was, but then the rebel had cursed her out just for standing in the wrong place. That really pissed Hyejin off. It’s not like she was doing anything bad. She had been minding her own business like she always had before the idiot had started cursing her out.

By the time someone had stepped in, Hyejin was threateningly holding a chicken drum stick in the rebels face, ready to bash him over the head with it. Now that Hyejin thought about it, it probably wouldn’t have done much damage. Maybe stick it up his nose and see how he liked it. “I totally had that.” she whined, “I totally could have put him on his ass. I know Taekwondo. He wouldn’t see this fist coming!” and of course she held up the chicken wing. She sighed, drunk and not sure how to feel. Absentmindedly she took a bite out of her chicken weapon and chewed slowly. But truthfully Hyejin was glad someone had stepped in. “I’m having a really faking fantastic time tonight. Why can’t everybody just leave me alone? I’m not hurting anybody by being by myself.” she sniffled. It wasn’t like she was going to cry, but she didn’t know how she felt. Angry? Sad? Lonely? Maybe all of the above? She sighed again, “Thanks for stopping me but I plan on having a few more drinks. I need to not feel feelings.”

“oh, did you?” the rebel stared at the chicken wing with a raised eyebrow. was she serious? “you’d fight him with a chicken wing? that’d be entertaining, maybe i should go call him back.” a smirk curved on her lips as the drunken girl took a bite out of her powerful weapon. “well i hope i just made it better, because you’re not gonna end your night in a hospital or a police station, so you’re very much welcome, chicken wing.” 

she crossed her arms in front of her chest. this was one weird girl, but then again, lord knew how weird dara could get when she was wasted. as the chicken wing-girl talked, the rebel’s eyes fell on all the empty shot glasses on the counter behind her . “you might actually end up in the hospital after all, how many shots have you had?”

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@ksxkris whenever she wants something but wasted all her money already

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semi-good person;; dara & hyejin

@kshyejin

it wasn’t everyday that dara decided to be a semi-decent person and prevent disaster from happening. but when she heard loud arguing between a completely wasted girl and a rebel, she had decided that maybe she could do something to prevent the poor soul from ending up in the hospital. truthfully, the girl was familiar to the rebel, from the rumors she had heard the other had lost her brother as the thai rebel could feel herself sympathizing for her, she wouldn’t know and didn’t want to know how dark her life would become if her own brother was taken away from her like that. 

“yo, axe body spray.” she approached the rebel that was ready to swing at the drunk girl, a threatening smirk on her lips. “beat it before i embarrass you in front of you little friends.” that seemed to be enough to have the drunken male slowly retreat, not before spitting empty promises of revenge, most of them dara didn’t even care to pretend she was listening as she turned to the other. “you really shouldn’t drink this much unless you want to end up in the hospital, or maybe that’s your goal, in which case, rounds on me.”

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@ksxdara

a tired yawn escaped junho’s mouth as he stretched his arms, glad to finally be done. he’d had a long day of patrolling the campus and ordering his subordinates around, and now that his shift was over he just wanted to go home and relax. junho was suppressing another yawn when he noticed a suspicious group of men lurking just outside the campus. he narrowed his eyes. a girl stood among them, looking completely out of place. immediately junho’s security guard instincts kicked in, and without so much as a second thought he headed towards the group. as he got closer he could hear the men hitting on the girl, tossing crude compliments and pick-up lines. he studied the girl’s face. he recognized her—was that dara? not too long ago she’d been in a fight with another student and he’d had to step in. junho wondered what she was doing alone so late at night, surrounded by so many creeps. a frown etched into his features as he finally reached her.

“what’s going on?” he asked dara, eyeing the men with a calculating expression. he turned to them, voice firm and cold: “would you mind leaving my friend alone? i’m the head of security here and i’m afraid i’ll have to take action if you keep harassing her like this.” he shot them an apathetic smile, watching with satisfaction as they slowly retreated.

“hey, are you okay?” junho inquired, genuine concern lacing into his tone. “those guys are scum. they didn’t do anything to you, right?” he studied the girl for any signs of distress. maybe he was just imagining things, but in the dimly-lit night it almost looked like dara was vulnerable. it was daunting; dara chaiprasit was one of the toughest students he knew at keisung. his features softened and he patted her shoulder lightly. “come on,” he urged, gesturing towards the parking lot where his car was. “drinks are on me. you look like you could use one.”

if there was something that would make dara always lose her cool was her mother. no matter how much she tried to ignore the persistent woman, she knew she could never get away from her claws fully and even though she could take all the criticism and insults that she threw at her, as soon as ‘kris’ would leave her mouth, the story was very different. the rebel left the dorms fuming, not taking any regard for the time or day it was. student night.

it wasn’t until she had left campus and was surrounded by drunken  and apparently horny students that she stopped on her tracks. “great.” she gritted her teeth and glared at the males around her. “move it horny dogs, i’m not in the mood.” her tone was threatening (an attempt to hide how vulnerable she felt at that moment.) as she tried to make her way out. of course she didn’t make it very far before she was grabbed by her arm. she cringed as she slapped his hand away. before she could swear him off however, another voice made itself present, this time, vaguely recognizable this time. her eyes scanned the perimeter until they landed on the male approaching them. her eyes squinting as she tried to figure out who it was. she observed in silence as the male spoke again. friend? she scoffed, that was a reach, she didn’t even know who the guy was. ‘ head of security.’ her body stiffened when he spoke those words. shit, she thought, that was the dude that stopped me from breaking the other’s dudes face. the rebel groaned, that where she knew him from. 

she crossed her arms in front of her chest, to protect herself from the cold wind, but more importantly, because she didn’t feel very safe there, not after what had just happened. “i’m fine.” though she was quite surprised by how concerned the ‘head of security’ sounded, she replied with a bored tone. her eyebrows raised as he patted her shoulder and spoke. normally she’d ran away from contact but she didn’t even bother this time, a warm hand was nice over cold body. “can you even do that? offer a student a drink and drive them in your car?” she smirked as she began walking towards his car. “not that i’m complaining. you offered booze so i’m interested, just hope you know i have a high tolerance.” she felt herself coming back from the shock, her easy-going attitude coming back. “what’s your name again?”

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As much as Noelle liked working somewhere where she didn’t have to deal with life and death situations, she realized that sometimes working in a school was not the most interesting job.  Well, not most of the time at least and that was the reason she left the infirmary to walk around campus.  Everything that was not supposed to be in the hands of the students was safely locked in the small storage room adjacent to the infirmary and she wasn’t going to take that long so she left the infirmary open in case someone needed to lie down.  It wasn’t that she was overly trusting because that definitely was not it but she knew that if the students wanted to do something against the rules, they would do it either way.

Of course, she thought that if there was some misbehaving in the infirmary, that it would be some stealing but that was definitely not what she found when she returned.  Oh no, because if that was, then she would have just sent them to the head of discipline to deal with them but instead, she came to find a familiar pink haired girl locking lips with someone.  “Dara.” She sternly called the other girl and sending her a look that made it obvious that she was in trouble, the school nurse decided to not wait for them to stop before she tried to pry the individual off the rebel.  “Out now while I am asking nicely.” She told the other student before she turned her eyes towards Dara.  “I tell you that you can stay here whenever you want to rest and you do this? Ah, this is funny.” She laughed as if it was really funny but it was obvious that there was no humor on her laugh.

dara wasn’t known for being the most considerable. if she wanted something, she’d get it no matter how much she made others uncomfortable or how much trouble she got into. that’s what led her to being caught in noelle’s infirmary by the nurse in the middle of a heated make out session. 

“oh, hi there, didn’t see you come in.” she smiled, completely ignoring the other’s glare. her lips still close to the boys. though she probably should be embarrassed or at least surprised for being caught, she rebel maintained her cool as she looked at the rebel boy. “move it, sausage.” she waved as the male made his way out of the nurse office, visibly embarrassed. “but i was resting, and he had decided to rest on top of me.” she smirked before putting on a fake innocent expression. “we were just cuddling.”

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ksxsora:

[ sms → kitten 🐱👅 ] : becaus they fcking ditched me!!!!! they said we’’ll go out next week but im alreayd ready??? [ sms → kitten 🐱👅 ] : awwwww siick [ sms → kitten 🐱👅 ] : imo n the roof hehehe okay im coming!!!

“Daarraaa,” Sora whined, calling out into the dorm room without any regard for anyone who might have been asleep. Not that she cared, it was her birthday and if they were sleeping then obviously they were missing out. Spotting the other rebel curled up under the blankets she made her way over and made a show of jumping onto the covers and subsequently onto Dara. “You’re my favourite thai bitch did you know that?” Sora slurred, giggling as she tucked her hair behind her ears and tried to focus on Dara’s features which wouldn’t stop spinning just like the room behind them. “Lets go to Seoul! I wanna go have fuuun! Fuck this place, Keisung is such shit and so is everyone here.”

dara’s eyebrows raised slightly as she read the messages. ditched her? she wondered confused, what kind of friends would ditch you on your own birthday? before the rebel could even think of a reply to send the other she heard her voice erupting through the room. she didn’t even notice the other in the room. 

her blankets protected her from the outside world and therefore the other’s sudden weight on her was somewhat softened out. a grunt still slipped her lips as the other made herself comfortable on top of the sick girl. “i’m the only thai bitch you know.” she retorted with a chuckle. wiggling around, it took her a bit to be able to face the drunk girl on top of her. “i can’t go to seoul now princess, i’m sick remember” she smiled with he pet name, her warm hand reaching from under the blankets to cup the others face gently for a few seconds. “kris will kill me if i leave this room, or this bed even.” she chuckled when the memory of a non-threatening giant trying to threat her. “how does chocolate, wine and cuddles sound though?”

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rooftop pain;; dara & jaekyung

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ksjaekyung:

Jaekyung laughed sardonically, a grimace spreading across her face. “Didn’t you hear my stupid dare on the radio just now? I’ve already gotten angry texts from at least four different people and Ryosuke is probably gonna kick my ass tomorrow for talking about his friend,” she sighed. “If anything, i’ll be safer with you than I will alone.”

Despite the other younger girl’s protests and claims of not needing help, Jaekyung linked arms with her and tried to gently get her up off the floor. “You’re kind of a scary kid, but I like it,” the jock smiled with a genuine curiosity as she tried to balance the weight of both of them while standing up. “What did you do those guys, and how do you know they won’t come back?” The pink-haired girl was quite pretty, ethereal even, so Jaekyung couldn’t imagine what made her so sure no one would come back to finish her off.

While Jaekyung was quite thin due to the years she spent figure skating, she was also quite strong and slung the taller girl’s arm over her shoulder, fully intending to take Pinky with her back to the dorms. “What’s your name, by the way? I’m pretty sure i’ve seen you around with the rebels before, but…” she trailed off, leaving her question open.

“no, i wasn’t paying attention.” she shrugged and listened to the others’ words. “good luck surviving the matsumoto wrath.” the rebel muttered before chuckling. “i wouldn’t bet on those words but whatever, it’s your funeral.” she groaned when her talking made her jaw throb.

she tried to move away when the other linked their arms but it was useless when she was pulled up. “yeah and you’re very touchy.” she retorted while standing up. “pretty sure one of them was rushed to the hospital, and the others are too dumb and lazy to find me, and they’re all in worse state than me.” the rebel shrugged, hoping the other wouldn’t ask any more questions.

if the younger wasn’t in pain, she’d have commented on how strong the petite girl actually was. balancing two people wasn’t an easy task after all. “dara.” she replied lowly. “you’ve seen me with the rebels and yet you’re still here. interesting, usually we are avoided, which is quite handy since i don’t like talking much.”

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ksxsora:

[ sms 11:29pm ] : hiiihiiiii h iiih [ sms 11:29pm ] : its my brthday so why mm i alone again???

Tapping send the rebel let go of her phone, letting it fall into her lap while the repercussions of her text messages began to flood back in the form of notifications. Recalling the events of the night so far Sora could feel a headache coming on. The anticipation, the excitement, getting ready to go out for her birthday. The subsequent being ditched last minute and now, being up here alone and drunk on top of a parking garage. Retrieving her phone, she sent one last text in discontent. Her cry for attention may have been a little over the top but since when did Sora ever tone anything down and on her birthday no less? The rebel wasn’t going to be ignored any longer if she had any say in the matter.

[ sms 11:32pm ] : if you love mw w ill you brng me some more sjouuu?/ ?

the short and high pitched text ring broke through the silent room quiet aggressively, startling the sleepy and sick rebel. getting a cold in the summer wasn’t fun. groaning because she was brought back to full conscience, she grabbed the phone and checked the text notification. her eyebrow raised tot he other rebels messages.

[princess sora 🖤👅] idk, why are you alone? i thought you were going out with the other girls?

[princess sora 🖤👅] i love you but you know i’m sick and can’t really get out of this room unless i waant kris to kill me.

[princess sora 🖤👅] where are you bb? come over and we can cuddle 💖💖

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rooftop pain;; dara & jaekyung

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ksjaekyung:

“Obviously, if you’re good enough to be making threats, you’re probably good enough to walk,” Jaekyung remarked, no malice in her voice. She left her phone’s flashlight on, but put the device facing down on the concrete so the light shined straight up and out of the other girl’s eyes. Trying to be more gentle with Pinky’s wounds (yep that’s what Jaekyung’s gonna call her), she was caught off guard when the other girl pushed her hand away. Though she was slightly hurt by the other girl’s attitude, Jaekyung was more concerned by how weak her movement was. “Sorry if this stings a little, but I’m trying to get your blood loss to at least slow down. If you want, you can hold it yourself.” As a student who aspired to work in the medical field after graduation, Jaekyung wasn’t going to back down easily, and she guessed that the girl’s condition was probably worse than her attitude let on.

“You’re probably not enjoying this, but at least let me help you back to the dorms,” she offered. Jaekyung noticed that Pinky’s wounds weren’t ones you get from falling down the stairs, so she added, a bit more urgently, “I wouldn’t want whoever did this to you finding you like this. It’s getting late, and we’ll be safer together.”

the rebel rolled her eyes to her comment. all she wanted was to be left alone to coll off a bit but obviously she wasn’t gonna get that anytime soon. truthfully the rebel wasn’t used to getting a willing helping hand and though deep inside she appreciated it, she didn’t really know how to react to it. due to the adrenaline pumping through her veins (as well as some good old whiskey) the freshman didn’t realize how much blood was coming out of her wounds until the other pointed it out. she hissed due to the pressure but gently grabbed the jacket and kept it close to her face.

“they’re taken care of, they won’t follow me.” she muttered, a small smirk curving on her lips when she remembered the stranger’ bloody face, worse than hers probably. her smirk died however when she remembered the strangers’ friends and their problems of revenge. “i’ll be fine.” she finally looked at the girl. “besides don’t you have anything better to do?”