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IM LATE BUT ALL THE TEXTS LOVELY 😛😘
send ✆ for a morning text
( ✉️ → jina 🌸) : i don’t know how you did that but i know it was you.( ✉️ → jina 🌸) : but you win. i’m up and going to class. uuuuggghhhhh.
send ♔ for an angry text
( ✉️ → jina 🌸) : OH MY GOD YOU CAN STILL COME OVER.( ✉️ → jina 🌸) : yun’s my friend too and you need to stop being so grumpy towards him or at least fking pretend to get along for my sake.( ✉️ → jina 🌸) : 🙄 <--- me at both of you.
@mmjina ;; in which they become ( temporary ) roommates.
She wasn’t entirely sure what was wrong with her friend. all the knew was that jina was crying and unintelligible when she had first talked to her and it seemed to be a similar case now. chaerin got along with most people, but she was genuinely close to only a few and jina was one of them. she knew she could depend on her and was happy the other felt the same way. so no matter what was wrong with her friend, she was there to support her. and right now that meant offering her a place to stay.
“ the tea should almost be ready. ” over on the stove, a kettle was just shy of boiling, enchanted to pour both of them a cup as soon as it was done. “ just tell me again... slowly... what happened. ” her apartment was only a studio, but it was a decent size for having so few rooms. the perks of coming from a rich family ( a family she depended on more than she let on to her peers ). it was perfect for her, though, a twenty year old girl living on her own. it had a small kitchen, a little table, a couch, and a king-sized bed. plenty of room for one more, though usually that extra one was someone she was a little more physical with.
she pulled out an extra blanket and pillow from the linen closet and added it to the mound of bedding on her own unmade bed. “ all i understood from before was something about the event. but no offense, i didn’t notice anything. it was a weird night for me. ” professing her love for anyone ( even a stunning girl ) was out of character for chaerin, and quite honestly embarrassing. she had blocked out as much of that night as possible.
the event is beginning soon ( as an auspicious event and as a prefect and certified people person, changnam is excited ) and all is in place, but as it turns out, decorations for an entire spread building like this is more of a science than an art like expected. the entire from hall and entry way of the hanok that houses the commencement party was accidentally left bare. it isn’t an issue, really. but it’s ugly, it’s so plain. and as it turns out, it’s not too difficult to string up some lights and make adjustments to notch it aesthetically on par with the rest of the building. just for posterity’s sake.
and grabbing @mmchaerin to tag along with him was also easily done. now that he’s here, standing around in the empty, plain and modern but definitely plain, room, he feels that something is missing ( something more than almost being entirely forgotten ) the way the party hall had been enchanted larger and more magnificent, the warm and lighthearted tones there were seriously missing here. he gives chaerin a sideways glance with arms crossed over his chest in mock seriousness ( god it’s not serious at all really, because they’re just hanging out and decorating an empty room and he’s changnam ) (( since when is he ever serious unless it’s during class )) “i dunno, dude━ i mean, noona,” he pointedly says ( corrects his informality belatedly because this is a noona not a hyung or just any sunbae ), looking at the box of decorations on the ground next. his frown is soft, echoing gravity without proper intent “━no matter how i look at it, there’s just not enough going on in here.” he moves a hand towards his wand, withdraws quickly to flick up a light or two from the box, levitates them into corners where they blink like burning stars, pretty and simple, next to some of the minute decor he had already lazily propped up in the odd few minutes they had been here, “but i don’t know don’t you think all this stuff in here is still kinda boring?” he gives up pretending to be serious and grins.
Really, this task should be right up chaerin’s alley. decorating was creative, a form of expression. she was an artist, she had an eye for things like this. and all of that is why, she assumes, they assigned her to this little project, along with the ever enthusiastic changnam who would no doubt make sure they at least got something done. and they weren’t wrong. she did enjoy interior design. her studio apartment was a bohemian dream, straight out of a magazine. but what the others didn’t take into consideration was how little chaerin cared about this event and what the decorations looked like. it wasn’t as if they were giving her much freedom ( or any at all, honestly ) . they knew what they wanted and just wanted her and changnam to execute their vision. that tended to be her role in the council anyways: an extra set of hands. she didn’t mind much; it required less effort on her part.
she takes a step back to survey their progress so far before looking down at the box of decorations they had yet to put up. a frown rests on her face and she slings an arm lazily around changnam’s shoulders. “ i think you’re right. we need to fix this. ” and instantly her grin matches the younger boy’s and she pulls out her wand. chaerin wanders over to the banner hung above the entrance to the event. as if taking this more seriously than she was, she closes one eye and holds out her thumb, pretending to study the sign. “ ah ! i know what it needs. ” and with a few waves of her wand, a very detailed ( and animated ) phallic shape appears next to the words. “ what do you think ? i think it gives it that little extra something it was lacking. it really says ‘welcome to yosul’, don’t you think ? ”
change the chords, sing a tune; ( @mmchaerin. )
there’s nothing like the warm spring sun to inspire creativity. call him a romantic, one of those old american poets who wrote about the splendors of nature. but this day seems made to inspire change and growth. he can smell wildflowers in the air, can hear the buzzing of excited insects’ wings. when he breathes in, the air is crisp and clean and cool like a bubbling spring. it clears his mind, makes way for new ideas to be born instead. it’s a day of new beginnings, so he has his newest guitar settled in his lap. the lacquer on the wood is still fresh and shining, making the color so much lighter and brighter. the strings are fresh and taught so when he dances his fingers across them their twang is sharp. it’s a good day, a great day, and he smiles with his eyes closed and face tilted towards the sun.
“so what are we going to name this duo?” he asks. another strum, e major, then his palm goes flat against the fret to stop the sound. he peaks an eye open to look at chaerin. maybe it’s not fair to pose this question to her, since this entire band idea had been at his incessancy. when he had discovered her skill at the piano, his mind immediately filled with thoughts of an acoustic pair, one with little frills and a genuine sound. but if he wants to entice her to dedicating to this project, he wants her to feel involved as well. so picking a name? it’s a good place to start. and an easy segue to talking about further details. a name, a label, it sparks a drive. it’s a bright neon sign with arrows pointing towards it, signaling their goal.
“we could go for more of a wizard inspired name. the amortentias or something like that. or we could bring our names into it? rin yun, moon lin, that could be fun to.” he strums another chord, b flat. “a wizard and a witch, strings and keys.” his nose wrinkles. “i don’t think i’m very good at this. feel free to stop me at any time.”
She had never really planned to be in a band with yun. or in a band at all. if she was being honest, she wasn’t one to plan on doing things in general ( unless that thing was staying in bed, but even that was often unplanned ). but he had seemed so enthusiastic, and was she really in any position to say no to sunshine personified ? and that was the simple explanation of how she ended up here in her free time, keyboard set up, playing an ominous sounding ditty.
if it was someone else, she might have said no. but chaerin had a soft spot for yun ( she had a soft spot for more people than she would ever admit out loud ) and it was an easy yes. plus, she had always enjoyed playing the piano. most of the things her parents forced her into as a child seemed mundane and uninteresting, but music was an exception. she had always had an affinity for all things creative, and while drawing was her medium of choice, music was another fascinating form of expression for her. but, as most knew, she didn’t really take anything seriously. it was easier for her to only seem half invested in whatever was going on.
“ no surnames. my family doesn’t deserve any recognition if anyone ever ends up listening to us. ” she didn’t often actively work against her family. buried deep down was a resentment towards them for being so controlling, but she didn’t tend to act on that like her sister. rather, she did what they wanted for the most part, but kept some things for herself. it was easier that way and everyone was happy. ignorance was bliss, right ?
“ how do groups usually pick their names ? isn’t inspiration just supposed to hit or something like that ? ” this is her first band, so she’s unsure. and she knows what yun is trying to do: involving her to get her more invested. maybe it’ll work, though she hopes he doesn’t expect her to try to hard at naming things. she doesn’t try hard at anything, much to jina’s dismay. but she offers yun an easy smile as consolation.
send a symbol - get the following from my muse ;
send ✆ for a morning text send ♔ for an angry text send ♠ for a drunk text send ☏ for a vague text send ⁇ for a worried text send ♣ for a text not meant for you send ✺for a sassy text send √ for a long-winded confession text send ☠ for a misguided advice text send ☢ for a desperate text send ☼ for a congratulatory text send ✘ for a text that should never have been sent
oh my goodness hello! i’m jay and i’m so incredibly excited to be here and to bring in a new muse. this is my daughter moon chaerin, youngest of the moon kiddos. a seoul native, she’s a fifth year and very appropriately in hyeon mu. i created a little stat page for her if you wanna know more and i’m gonna include a summary and some potential plot bunnies under the cut. i’m looking forward to getting to know all of you and your muns! like this and i’ll reach out to plot with ya. i also have discord if it’s easier for you so just ask! :)
welcome to the yosul school for witches and wizards
moon chaerin 10.04.1999 (20) student (hyeon mu) pure-blood
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