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off campus on my mind...
jiwon can practically feel the excitement radiating off eunha, something he finds a little more endearing than he would ever openly admit. this had become their usual pattern whenever they hung out, she would choose the activity and he would pretend to complain about it just enough to get a reaction out of her, despite being perfectly content doing whatever she wanted in the first place. zoning out while the staff member behind the desk explains how everything works, he still offers a polite thanks before following her into the room where they can grab the protective gear. " so, why the sudden invite here ? are you still stressed with all the friendship drama going on, noona ? " he asks while sorting through the hazmat suits and helmets to find the right size, glancing over his shoulder to catch her reaction.
"The friendship drama?" She repeats his question, thinking about it for a moment. The last time they met, she mentioned having some drama with her friend, and since then, she's been pretty quiet about it. She had pushed it aside and tried to focus on her studies instead. "I think I have one less friend." She says casually while looking at the protective gear. "But really, I just thought we both need this, and that's it," She can already tell she will look silly when wearing it, and she's proven right when the protective gear is on. At least she feels silly. Her attention turns to the male, and both hands immediately move to cover her mouth, hide the smile that's tugging at her lips when she tries to stifle a laugh. "This is perfect!"
Yes, I Am Nayeon
a smile, small but still present, appears on roan's features, content to hear that hana was able to join despite her schedules at school. “ then, perhaps that's what we should aim for, you joining us for europe... ” hand at the side of her face pushes further, tucking a single strand of hair to rest behind her ear ; leaning down to press a tender kiss to femme's forehead. “ you're absolutely right, if you weren't able to come along, i would've probably needed to cancel tour, huh ? ” a smirk of mischief stretches onto plumb brims, knowing that wasn't an opportunity in reality. “ where do you wanna go the most then, if all options were open ? ” querying, slowly stepping backwards until the back of his thighs meets the edge of the counter, sitting just slightly atop as he guides her closer for an embrace —- arms locking around the small of hana's waist.
Her eyes briefly close when his lips brush against her forehead, and when they're open again, she steals a kiss from him. "Yes, yes, you would have. You would have needed to tell your manager the tour isn't happening. You can't stay away from me for weeks." The more they're talking, the more at ease she has become, and the earlier thoughts of their relationship being tested are long gone. They will make it work. There's always a facetime (which is not the same as seeing someone in person ) and late - night phone calls. And when things get tough on days when he's not around, she just has to count the days when she sees him again and distract herself. It's not her first rodeo, but it hasn't gotten any easier. "Paris. Though I heard it smells. I don't know how true that is." A hint of a smile approaches her lips while she follows his steps, and she drapes her arms around his shoulders, fingertips on his nape, while her body leans against his, and she tilts her head back.
when her head dipped and gave that small, unsteady shake, his own tilted instinctively, trying to catch a glimpse of her expression beneath the curtain of her hair. he searched her face carefully, wanting to read every flicker of emotion there—even though he could already feel it well enough without seeing it. guilt. heavy and aching and misplaced. his brows drew together at once. there was nothing she needed to feel guilty for. “i know,” he murmured softly. “you’re not immortal, darling.” the gentle tease in his voice was accompanied by a quiet chuckle, warm and low in his throat. his fingertips slipped through her hair with practiced tenderness, smoothing the strands back before tucking them carefully behind her ear. the touch lingered for a moment longer than necessary, his hand resting briefly against the side of her face. “it isn’t your fault,” he said again, more firmly this time, giving a small shake of his head. “and you don’t need to apologize to me.” seeing her like this tugged painfully at something deep inside him, something he had spent far too long trying to bury. because he had sworn to himself he would not do this again.
he had promised he wouldn’t get involved with her in this life. wouldn’t seek her out. wouldn’t allow himself to fall back into the same endless orbit around her, no matter how badly he wanted to. it had seemed simple enough when she was only a memory—something distant, untouchable. but now she was here. here in front of him, close enough for him to feel the warmth of her against his chest, close enough to hold. and with her in his arms like this, every promise he had made to himself felt weak and meaningless. he couldn’t deny it anymore. his heart still belonged to her. it always would. the realization settled heavily and completely inside him, leaving no room for resistance. now that he had found her again, letting her walk away was impossible. the thought alone tightened something in his chest. his thumb brushed lightly along her cheek before he spoke again, voice quieter this time, almost careful. “i’ll tell you anything you want to know,” he promised. “anything at all.”
His hand feels familiar against her skin, which is why she leans into his touch. He is still a total stranger to her, but he still feels familiar, and it's something she tries to understand in this moment. Lydia closes her eyes briefly, letting the memories of him flow in her mind once more, her mind reminding her body how it feels to have him close to her, and she reaches for the hand that's resting against her cheek, fingers wrapping around his wrist to gently hold it. He is real. He is not just something that's in her dreams anymore. He exists. And the dreams have been real.
"I want to know more about you." The memories have given small glimpses into their lives together, and she has created some sort of personality for him from the memories, but she wants to hear things from him. "What are you like? What are your favorite things? Basic things." The female adds, and her eyes are open again, studying his facial features, a small smile tugging at her lips even. "How old are you?" Now, she has figured he is a hundred years old ( or then she has understood wrong ), but she wants to know the exact age. It will also give her more information about her past.
an ear is openly listening to her, though the disturbances of noodles being slurped would frequently mix in between, trying to choose deliberately when to do so to make sure he heard every word. the mentioning of a killer being out and about, causes him to chuckle and lightly cough at the warm food and he needed a short moment to comprehend himself, sentence starting out with him clearing his throat. “ ahem—- i don't think we should be scared of that, miyoungie, it should be pretty safe here. ” a smile traces his lips, natural canines on display as he looks toward her. after all, the ones around him consisted of families with a few children ; jisung having chosen a really popular and highly-rated camping site, to ensure that the femme would get a good first experience with it. the smile seems to stay on his features as their conversations escalates, her hinting at him making him chortle audibly. “ i happen to do but, i don't think it'd help soothe your anxiety with the stories told on that one. ” elbow mirroring and nudging right back at her, before he took a swig of his beer, expressing contentment in an exhaled sigh. “ what normally distracts you, if you ever end up scared ? ” inquiring more than being playful this time, showcasing that e genuinely wished for her to find comfort in them sleeping, outside, in a tent —- for her to get the best experience out of this camping trip that he had extraordinarily convinced her to join.
Hearing him chuckle and cough, she's ready to pat his back gently ( as if that would help ), but she keeps her hands to herself, and only huffs dramatically at him. "Don't sound so sure about that. You never know what kind of creeps people actually are." Still, joking. Miyoung actually trusts people and doesn't get weird vibes off of them unless they look suspicious. So far, she has seen people who look just like them. Then again, even the scary ones can look like anyone else. The female lightly shakes her head at her thoughts, and a smile plays on her lips while she briefly focuses on eating the noodles. She raises her brow, dark hues turning to look at Jisung when his elbow nudges her. "Don't tell me you're one of those who can fall asleep while listening to stories about killers and whatnot?" She questions, and she takes a sip from her drink. "Music. Facing whatever is scaring me." On nights when she's heading home after partying with her friends and she feels like someone is following her, she simply focuses on getting home and takes different routes -- even sometimes calls a friend to have some sort of company. And if she has watched a scary movie ( which happens once a year, not even that ), she watches them with the lights on and watches something else before going to sleep. "Talk sweet nothings to me before we fall asleep, and I will be fine." She's joking, and it becomes obvious when she chuckles.
ruby waited. listened. it was a long silence for ruby. there was a space between them filled with memories. ones of happy moments, but also of fights and problems. "sorry for what?" it's drawn out. because she wanted to know why. if this was where they were starting, then so be it. ruby would lean into it. but only if lydia was actually trying to solve things. hell, it's been long enough.
Lydia knew this wasn't going to be easy. She knew the moment she decided to step into the lounge that the conversation would not be easy. But it's not the first time she has had conversations that have been hard. She has had practice -- which still doesn't feel enough. "For ghosting." Because that's what she did. She left without a word. Just one day stopped from replying, and didn't act like an adult. "I needed a break from things." It's true and the only reason." || @divinetenebris
from: naeun, 28, café owner to: anyone plot: in the source
"Okay, about that text..." This couldn't be more awkward. "I was clearly drunk."
nods without hesitation. the decision settles into him with a quiet certainty that leaves no room for second thoughts, and as she disappears into the room he remains where he is, leaning lightly against the hallway wall with his hands tucked into his pockets. the key is forgotten there, along with every intention he had of organizing his own space before the day was over. it had seemed important minutes ago, another small task in the careful construction of a new beginning, but now it feels distant, almost trivial, eclipsed by the unexpected weight of her reappearance. by the way something unfinished has resurfaced and refuses to be ignored a second time. he finds himself staring absently at the floor, replaying the sound of her voice, the shape of her presence, as if grounding himself in the reality that she is here. not a memory, not something softened by distance, but someone who can still ask things of him and wait for answers. when she returns, he straightens almost instinctively. the ease slips back into his posture, though it carries a steadiness that was not there before, and his gaze lifts to meet hers with something warmer, more present. “ sounds perfect, let’s go, ” he says, the hint of a smile touching his lips as he steps away from the wall, falling into place beside her as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
outside, the air feels different. open in a way that makes everything easier to breathe through, and he finds that he likes the unspoken choice of walking. the slow unfolding of distance gives space for conversation to settle into something unforced, something that does not need to rush to fill every silence. his steps match hers without thought as they move along the path. “ did you get here this morning ?” he asks, glancing at her briefly before letting his gaze drift ahead again, his tone light but attentive, the kind that listens as much as it speaks. and after a small pause, as if testing the ease of it, “ are you thinking about going to the welcome party tonight? ” there is a quiet curiosity in the question, not pressing, not assuming, just opening a door the same way he had once believed all their tomorrows would. something simple, offered without knowing yet what shape it might take.
Her dark hues are busy wandering around, not daring to look in his direction when the brief silence settles over them. She's pretty sure she would find herself staring at the male, trying to take in his mature features and the clear growth spurt he has gotten over the years. The female is pretty sure they were the same height ( he was probably taller than her ) when they were still kids, not knowing what the world would bring them. She tries to focus on their surroundings, trying to familiarize herself with them so she knows how to get to the dorm on evenings when she's all by herself and doesn't want to use her phone to navigate her way to her room. Thinking of her phone, she reaches for it and opens the map to see their location and where they're meant to go. She might have seen the coffee shop when she got to the dorm, but she doesn't know how to get there. And she doesn't want to get lost on the first day with Jongin.
Her gaze turns to briefly look at the man when she hears his question, and she nods. "I did. I would have come last night but... They didn't let me." And by they, she means the resident directors who wanted the rooms to be ready before new students arrived. "How about you?" She inquires. If she recalls right, his door wasn't open, and she didn't see any boxes. Miyoung quickly glances at her phone again, and without really thinking about it, tugs the sleeve of his shirt to guide him to the right direction. "Aaaahh... I don't know." She sucks air between her teeth, pausing to take a second to look at their surroundings again. "I first thought I would, but then I started to think I don't want to go alone, so..." She lets the words hang in the air, hoping he has, over the years, learned how to read her mind. She doesn't usually say no to parties; they're great places to get to know people, but she thought with all the unpacking and stuff, she would be too exhausted to go. But if he goes, she might go as well.
from: chloe, 27, jobless to: anyone plot: chloe is hitchhiking, your muse has happened to pick her up ( darker plots are fine as well )
"Again, thanks for stopping. The rain... Phew, I didn't think the sky would open when they said it would rain today."
it's almost instinctive, the way he goes to refuse because of sam. oh, he knows sam wouldn't mind, but he doesn't think sharing a bed with another girl when you have a girlfriend is right. except... he doesn't have a girlfriend anymore. it doesn't matter whether it's disrespectful to his relationship or not, because his girlfriend is dead. ❝ are you sure? ❞ he asks instead, and hopefully she didn't pick up on his hesitation. ❝ we can top and tail, if you want? i promise my feet don't stink. ❞
When the answer doesn't come immediately, Eunha is ready to take back her suggestion. She opens her mouth, but closes it almost immediately when hearing his question. It tells her he's thinking about her suggestion, and that's enough for her to continue to keep her mouth shut. A small smile, even a chuckle, escapes from her mouth when she hears Brian's suggestion. "I can't promise I won't kick your face in my sleep, but we can sleep like that if you want." Feet on her face and vice versa can't be that bad. She can face away from his feet.
from: eunha, 24, lawyer student for: anyone plot: idk maybe they're breaking into something or doing other stupid shit
"This is illegal."
this being the last thing jiwon expected they'd end up doing activity-wise, he can't help the familiar lopsided smile from slipping through. taking a moment to scan their surroundings before stepping up to the counter with her, he goes along with it, " okay, true, maybe we do both need this. " he nods, knowing he’s had his own fair share of things weighing on him lately, especially with how often he and his father have been clashing. " just make sure i don't become your target in the room, mm ? "
Eunha has heard from a couple of people how smashing things have made them feel less stressed, and honestly, she needs it. And she knows he needs it as well. Or at least, she assumes she knows. "I promise I will not target you." She's ready to smash bottles, break things with bats, and so on. She even believes she might enjoy it. In fact, she's excited for it, which shows on her facial features, an excited smile playing on her lips, and her steps are light when she approaches the person who is behind the desk. She gives them the information they need -- the student booked the time a couple of days earlier. They will have fourty - five minutes to smash and break things.
the relief that floods her system when she sees yujin is almost embarrassing. should she really still be this hung up on a girl she never even dated? the echo of a future that never existed? her journey to the table is slowed down by quick greetings from club regulars who recognise her, either from here or another bar or perhaps from their mattress, but finally charlie makes it, sinking into the seat opposite yujin. ❝ hey. ❞
There's a hint of amusement on her facial features when she spots the female having to greet those who greet her before she gets to the table. "You didn't tell me you have become famous." The female states with a teasing tone in her voice, and she takes in Charlie's appearance. "You look good." Even when the other is wearing the same clothes from earlier, she still looks beautiful in Yujin's eyes. "How did the meeting go?" And briefly, she glances at the table, which shines with its emptiness. "I didn't know what to get, so..." Why has she become so talkative? Nervousness. For some reason, she's feeling nervous.
❝ she's an idol, ❞ lihua answers with a smile. she and xiaodan don't look all that similar, and their non-matching names don't help either, but their relationship isn't exactly a secret in the industry, either. the people who know where to look will see their relation to each other, but they don't use each others' names to boost their careers. ❝ she's the main vocalist. she got our mother's talent for music. ❞
Jiyeon makes a face when she can't connect the name with a face. She isn't quite familiar with idols and their careers. She listens to music like any other person, adds songs to her favorite list if they manage to make her tap her feet and feel all the emotions at the same time ( either of those aren't hard things to do ), but she doesn't go look at what people look like unless she ends up enjoying more than a couple songs from the same people. "Your mother is a musician as well?" The female inquires when Lihua briefly mentions her. "I'm sorry if I'm supposed to know your parents or sister. I don't really follow celebrities." She's quick to add, assuming she's giving the picture of living under a rock.
