your love, my heart

saying my name, or nothing at all. han seoyun. 02.13.04

[moncoeurseo]

hi!!! im bee (she/her + he/him, 21+, est) and i'm very very excited for yall to meet han seoyun, ophiuchus' baby goat princess (her words), and also to meet everyone's muses as well!! below you can find a bit about her as well as some possible connections for her! of course, if you'd like to plot with me just dm me or like this post and i'll contact you first! :D you can also find her profile here, her pinterest here, and her current connections here as well!!

background.

her parents moved from south korea a short while after they finished up graduate school (her father studied to be a fashion designer at yeonhwa, her mother studied interior design), so seoyun was born and raised in toronto, ontario for most of her life (though they did take trips back home to visit the rest of their family.)

she was HORRIBLY spoiled for most of her life as well!! her parents (in particular her father) essentially treat her like a princess, which means seoyun is very... Seoyun. (read: annoying)

aside from the worst parts of her personality, that did lead to a few good things! in particular, she was able to follow an interest she has in ice skating and competed competitively back in canada, as well as gaining a love for fashion just like her father has. she's been designing clothes before she even entered high school.

her father was able to create his own label focused on custom dresses, which ended up gaining popularity back in asia. this + seoyun applying to yeonhwa and getting accepted led to the hans moving back to south korea a few months before her 1st year started.

all that is to say seoyun has a fairly impressive resume so far! which of course, ophiuchus took note of as well.

seoyun probably worked her butt off to get noticed by them as well because of course she deserves to be in the top social group on campus, so once she finally got an invitation to join their ranks she was very excited!

1st year in ophiuchus is great. 2nd year not so much.

you know how people sometimes change their hair drastically when they're going through something? yeah the summer before her 3rd year seoyun dyes her hair blonde

seoyun starts to feel that maybe she doesn't quite fit within ophiuchus as much as she thought she did before (for reasons that perhaps she'd have to look further into herself to figure out but she doesn't really want to!), but she's not really sure if leaving would be the best option either. she likes the connections she has, but she finds being in the group tiring.

lowkey i think whatever happened to the former being kicked out and the replacement taking their spot would probably be a huge part in her feeling iffy...

she's also going through an annoying bout of art block as well which is worrying to her. a lot of her designs are either not working the way she wants them to, or are a completely different style than what she's used to and she's not sure how to feel about it.

she's secretly a bit nicer than she acts but we don't have to talk about that

connections.

besties… people she can invite over for a movie night before finals week… people who she bother endlessly without them being annoyed at her (or very annoyed, but still willing to deal with her)... or even people she can convince to go on a random shopping trip one free weekend... seoyun: are you home right now?? them: yes why??? seoyun: okay great because im outside your door cause i need to vent!!! i brought snacks!!!

ophiuchus members come here…

i imagine she’s a bit awkward and restrained around the members she can tell are much more enthusiastic or loyal to the organization. very much trying to not slip up and say the wrong thing in front of them that could make its way up the ladder

with members who are a bit more opposed to ophi (labels such as the rival or the former), she might try to reach out to them in small ways to see if they relate to her. she might drop a breadcrumb by texting if you want to meet for lunch off-campus randomly...

with 1st and 2nd year members, she’ll see herself in them and may try to gently lead them to seeing that the org isn't all it's cracked up to be. whether or not they’d trust her or even want to listen to her is up to them though...

more with her conflicted feelings about ophi, i feel like she would try to branch out more in regards to making friends in her 3rd year, more specifically with other art majors. people she can stay up with discussing works with for a while!

past flings… i love mess. people who she sees on campus and makes a scene of rolling her eyes, before making a beeline to them so she can annoy them for whatever they did wrong in her eyes. didn’t return her call? stood her up on a date? if you’re not putting her first, she gets easily irritated by it.

fake friends! people she’s only close to for the optics but they both secretly talk shit about each other behind each other’s backs.

for romantic connections… i think seoyun spending time with someone who is a bit different than her would be a good thing, whether that’s different in the ‘positive and kind person x girl who's kind of an ass’ way or ‘rebellious person x stuck up snobby girl’ way; someone who can make her be less concerned with herself all the time and possibly help her figure out what she wants in this weird period of her life. honestly i think a person who doesn’t take her shit would be great for her actually. slow-burn enemies/rivals to lovers…

past roommates during 1st and 2nd year… were they close? did they hate each other? did they hate each other at first and THEN vibe with each other soon after??? i think an opposites attract situation for her old roommate could also be fun; two people who you wouldn't expect to get along at all and somehow they eventually do

i can't lie i think someone getting her to play dnd would be very fun. she would act like she doesn't want to do it but then love the character creation of it all

other foreign muses... anyone specifically from north america would also be fun to interact with...

also feel free to mix and match any of these as well!!!

[heracules]

food for the soul present, summer break, gaeum building written for han seoyun ( @moncoeurseo )

hera is moving back to her dorm.

not that she ever moved out really, she just hasn't been sleeping there in the last few months (eight, actually) even though she'd already paid for it. it was definitely helpful to be living on campus during year one and two but soon her schedule was packed with late-night filming that it only made sense for her to step out of the campus for a bit.

now with her final semester approaching, she made sure to clear her schedule enough that she can focus on wrapping up her degree. she doesn't want to have done all this work (staying up even later just to finish her classes online) just to not graduate in the end. she's sure that the media would go on a frenzy just to smear her name and she'd been so good at keeping any negative news at bay.

one thing does bother hera and that is inconveniencing her next door neighbour who sometimes gives her homecooked meals. she never refused of course, not when homecooked meals are her favourite type of food having grown up with her grandmother's skilled hands (not only in writing hit romance shows, but also hit five star dishes in hera's tastebuds).

the last time she saw han seoyun, the snow was still on the ground and it is now the tail end of summer. embarrassed as she was, she peeks her head out of her own dorm to check the latter's, straining her ears to see if anyone was home.

hera realizes that she was being ridiculous and instead steps out to gather her courage to knock on her door. she knocks, once, twice before clearing her throat and raising her voice, "seoyun? are you home? um, it's hera."

[moncoeurseo]

“here, i made too much, so you can take this! and don’t say no, i’m already offering it!”

it was the one of the first thing seoyun had said upon meeting her next door neighbor at gaeum, finally having finished moved in all of her many, many items at the start of her third year.

as starstruck as she was at first to meet an actual up-and-coming actress, seoyun managed to get over the initial shock pretty quickly. she grew up in the literal spotlight, someone like hera felt more like another acquaintance rather than someone she would gawk and stare at for too long. that familiarity and mutual understanding is what led to her to push tupperware containers of the dinner she had just made—oven baked salmon with white rice, a dish her trainer had suggested she eat more of—into her hands ten minutes after meeting her.

and of course, she asked her to text her how good it was. (not if it were good, but how good was it, because it being good wasn't a question. han seoyun made it.)

seoyun was currently resting in her own dorm, curled up on the couch with a fleece blanket burying every part of her body but her head, half-asleep watching some random drama she had playing on the tv. enjoying her 'post-class me time', as she called it.

though once she heard the knocking at her door, she sat up mumbling nonsense, stretching her arms out and up. slipping on her fuzzy pink slippers and headed to the door, but she couldn't help but blink away every last bit of tiredness in her mind once she saw who was there.

“hera? wh— i haven’t seen you in forever!” the door opened wide now, seoyun grinning as she enveloped the other girl in a hug. she squeezes her shoulders gently once before she pulls away enough to look at her, her eyes glimmering with excitement to see her friend. “you worried me, i almost thought you had graduated early! how have you been? has everyone been treating you nicely?”

[grimbound]

lucas doesn't know what he wants out of this.

this, being the conversation they're very much not having. they're tucked away in the corner of the coffee shop, far from the hustle and bustle, far from the noise, and yet, he still can't hear a damn thing other than the ice clinking as he shakes his drink for the third time. it doesn't make it any less bitter. guess coffee really isn't his thing.

but had he tried it back then, maybe it would be. just like maple walnut ice cream. he didn't even know what that was until they came across a cute little ice cream parlour owned by an elderly couple from canada. ( they still ask about her. there was a girl with you last time. what's her name? seoyun-ah. how is she? you should bring her around again. and each time he'd give them a sad smile. tell them, i'll try. )

"remember the ice cream place we used to go to?" it's a mistake, reminiscing about things long lost. but in truth, he doesn't know what else to talk about, and he doesn't want seoyun to go yet. "the old man—" the one who kept asking about you because his memory was rapidly deteriorating. "—passed away last month. his wife's keeping the place open for now, but she's thinking about moving back home. not sure when. she asked about you, though. told her you've been busy."

it's not even significant, lucas realizes. they only went there once and nothing out of the ordinary happened. but then why is it the first thing that comes to mind? why can he remember exactly what seoyun was wearing that day, what she smelled like, how she smiled?

( and he wonders, albeit briefly, if these will be the small, insignificant details he would remember when his memory starts deteriorating. )

lucas takes another sip of his drink. usually, he's a fast one, but today, he draws it out, intentionally so. "how have you been?" a pause. "so i can tell her next time i visit."

[moncoeurseo]

seoyun’s eyes light up when lucas mentioned the ice cream parlor. of course she remembers it—she was so happy to find other people who had stayed at her hometown, she couldn’t pretend to keep up the way she acts around campus even if she wanted to.

there she was, smiling brightly while talking with the older couple, her eyes shining when she looked back at lucas. it had became rare, getting to smile like that, especially in the past couple of weeks before they ended up next to one another. once they left, she rested her head on his shoulder, reciting the entire conversation proudly, her eyes closed and her tummy full of maple walnut ice cream.

it was one of the better memories she had from that time.

her eyes fell back to the table once he mentioned the older man had passed. “oh. that... sucks.” she pokes her straw with a manicured nail, watching it wobble in her half-sipped latte and trying not to focus on the way her heart hurt hearing that. she guesses that makes sense; it had been a few months since they had visited the ice cream parlor together, and not that she’d admit it out loud, she hadn’t really visited it since they stopped seeing one another. still, she wishes she could've seen him one more time, knowing he was already ill.

(she didn’t want her favorite ice cream flavor to remind her of him. it was selfish, she knows.)

she glances back up at him afterwards, nodding slowly as she thinks it over. “ive been… good. classes and figure skating keeping me busy as ever, of course...” she rests her cheek against her hand, trying to give off the much-practiced vibe of being carefree and unbothered as well as she could.

… it’s a lie, but he doesn’t need to know that. whatever weakness he saw of her then can remain in the past—he doesn’t need to know how she’s been struggling in the present.

“… have you been well? are you…” seoyun’s voice trails off for a second. one hand brushes her hair behind her ear as she debates on asking that question, but she may as well rip the bandaid off.

“i've been… talking to a guy. are you… seeing anyone, lucas?”

[fatalmisery]

it's routine, making a casual beeline to the art building in the early hours of the morning. to sungha's pleasant surprise, it's always a lot more quieter within these timeframes, and he figures it's because real artists are usually in their own personal studios perfecting the last bits of their masterpieces or catching up on sleep from their project-related crashouts. all the better for him, it's easier to navigate the halls this way, gives him ample time to coordinate his more pressing schedule as a biomed student too.

his luck ran out a few days ago though, with his art professor emailing his class that he'll have to reschedule this morning's class, or students with tight deadlines can come to her class later in the afternoon. sungha's latest project hinges on her feedback as soon as possible, so he decided to join later's classes instead. much to his annoyance, he'd have to adjust today's timeline in his head—there's some leeway to do that, but he'd be even more irritated if these abrupt schedule changes became a habit from the professor's side.

finally receiving the feedback he so desperately needed—even though he doubts it'll bring any sort of vibrant colors and artistic passion to his next piece—he heads out of the room a little later than usual. it's the first time his presence in the art building clashes with seoyun's, not that he has been avoiding her. sungha has no reason to, it just so happens that his preferred time slot never coincided with seoyun's.

then again, seoyun never knew sungha had any artistic capabilities, as monotone and dull as they are.

sungha stops in his tracks without much of a fight, head slightly tilted as he addresses seoyun's inquiry. "do i look lost?" he asks, followed by a small chuckle. "you look so confused. do i need a concrete reason to be here?"

okay, why not spare a few minutes messing with your ex? he has time. he hasn't broken out of the habit that is making time for seoyun either.

"it's kind of silly for someone in the student government to not know which building is which," sungha explains, answering none of the unasked questions that might be floating around in seoyun's head. "i had an agenda here. do you want to guess what that was?" he smiles, polite and all, a contrast to the mischievious question he's forcing upon seoyun.

[moncoeurseo]

seoyun doesn’t attempt to stop the scoff of disbelief that leaves her this time, eyes narrowed at sungha into a glare. that’s one thing about him that she’s noticed well enough (and hates, to a degree): he would probably rather die than give someone a straight-forward answer—or maybe he was just like that with her, she wasn’t sure.

“oh my god, you had an ‘agenda’?” she rolls her eyes at him, standing up straight again now. she’s nearly forgotten her actual plan to go back to her dorm and get some more rest; now there was something more interesting to follow for her. “god, youre so pretentious.”

(very bold coming from her.)

but seoyun shakes her head and crosses her arms, brushing away her annoyance at least for a few seconds as she tilts her head up at him. “there’s no way you were here for any ‘official business’,” she lowers her voice as she speaks. not like anyone else around them would be aware of ophiuchus’ existence, but she still can’t be too sure—she didn't want to hear joon scolding her because she spoke too loudly around some random students. “so… if it were something else…”

wait a second. there was no way, it couldn't be—

“… ahn sungha, are you taking an art class? you?” her finger pressed against her cheek in contemplation as well as the way she glanced off into the distance were immediately replaced by her staring at sungha with wide eyes and furrowed brows to match, if she genuinely didn't believe he had any interest in the arts. there was definitely a bit of foundation underneath her nail now from how her it was nearly stabbing her cheek. “what would you possibly need to take one for? you're a biomedical engineering major. you like… play with beakers and computers, or something."

[moncoeurseo]

hii hiii…! coming back today to say that my hiatus is now over and that i am in fact still here! <3 i have a lot of writing to do so my answering dms may be a bit slow this week, but i'll try to get back to everyone! thank you again for everyone's well wishes a few weeks ago and for all the patience towards me as well!

[moncoeurseo]

ring ring, bitch a peek into han seoyun's phone

seoyun recently upgraded to a pink iphone 16 (previously she was using an iphone 13, also pink.) there's a simple transparent case on it with pink sparkly glitter inside of it, as well as a pink strawberry themed charm attached to it. there's not a single scratch on that phone and it'll stay that way (despite her possibly throwing her phone around a lot.)

her lock screen is a strawberry cake she tried at a cafe with her parents one time during a visit to quebec (that she still thinks about... she's never had a strawberry cake as good as this one...) while her home screen is a picture of yohan, where she was likely teasing him to lighten up before their shopping trip and took a picture for a memento. she set it to her home screen after yeonchella.

what is your muse’s favorite and least favorite social media app? why?

instagram and tiktok are simultaneously her favorite and least favorite apps. she could spend all day scrolling on them both, but she dislikes tiktok for the amount of time she has to put in work editing her videos (she’s a fashion designer, not a video editor), and instagram because it pressures her to keep up a certain image to others.

what app or platform does your muse spend the most time on vs. the one they actually enjoy the most?

she spends the most time on instagram, but she actually enjoys pinterest the most. she has boards for things she wants to do with her friends, date ideas, recipes to try out, and boards to look at her favorite archive looks.

what does their camera roll look like?

seoyun’s phone is full of pictures of her friends (heavy on agatha and yerim—the folder for them on her phone is labeled ‘my loves’), her parents (either on the few times she gets to see them throughout the school year cause they’re ALL very busy or from some years ago—’momsie and popsicle’), random pictures taken of meals and desserts she had (’yum dot com’), and most importantly—herself (’chanel no. 1’). there’s also a new one that she only shows agatha and yerim (’my star’)—likely to yerim’s displeasure.

what do they keep in the “hidden” folder?

pictures of texts between her and her two exes—don’t get it twisted, she deleted lucas’ number after they broke up, and only still has sungha’s number thanks to ophiuchus business. she would screenshot their messages to ask agatha how to respond sometimes during those relationships (’guys are so annoooooyiiiiingggggg UGHHHHHHHHH’ - text agatha would have received from her), and she honestly forgot the scs were still in that folder.

what aesthetic/theme/color palette dominates their feed?

pink. it’s all pink, with other colors be contained as accents. any shape of pink will do, but know you’re gonna get slapped with it as soon as you open any of her accounts.

does your muse use their real name and image online? If not, how different is their online persona from their real-life persona?

seoyun goes by her real name on all her social media accounts—though the accounts are all named ‘seoyunnie’ for ease of access to find and follow.

how does your muse decide what/what not to post on social media?

seoyun's social media is fairly well curated considering she has a brand to uphold. any personal pictures tend to go into her story to give a sort of ‘down to earth’ vibe to her followers, while her actual posts tend to consist of more ootd or fashion advice content.

how do they choose to express themselves online in spaces that are curated and where they know they will be perceived?

she expresses herself much like she does irl—her followers view her as a loud, outgoing, but kind and glamorous best friend. she makes sure to interact and like every positive comment she gets, even if she has over 500k followers.

alternatively, what would their social media profiles look like/how would your muse choose to express themselves online if they did not have to worry about being perceived?

for one, she would be a lot more relaxed when it comes to being online. she wouldn't have to worry about using the right pr terms, or anything like that. she'd probably post more ‘funny’ tiktoks, like her ranting in her car after class because she got caught in the rain without an umbrella.

[balletpinks]

just like the movies with seoyun (@moncoeurseo) yeonchella, some time saturday afternoon

harumi stood amongst her fellow figure skating team members with a rather goofy looking smile plastered on her face. the team was waiting for their captain's turn at the kissing booth in the case she needed any sort of assistance, breaks, lip scrubs. for any little thing, really. whatever their captain wanted it, they got it covered! now, all they needed was...well, their captain. harumi's ears buzzed from the whispers her members shared. she could make out some of them panicking over the possibility of have to step in for seoyun when her shift began if she never made it, while the others were panicking more so about her wrath if she were late and it was one of their faults. not actually, but it would somehow turn out that way.

eventually, she tuned them all out and placed her attention back to the kissing booth itself. it had been the first time harumi saw anything like it. the only time the concept of a kissing booth had been presented to her was in movies and shows, all of which always somehow ended up with the main characters having some sort of conflict only for them to get over themselves and officially become a couple. harumi remembers being sucked into the dramatization each time of what romance is (supposedly) meant to be, feeding into her delusions of the secret hopeless romantic she was deep inside.

but now wasn't the time for that! not for her own love story, that is. truth be told, harumi held such high hopes that her own precious captain and good friend, seoyun, would find her perfect match at the kissing booth and they'd have a happily ever after! or at least have fun at the rest of yeonchella. either or would do. she giggles excitedly at the thought, clearly daydreaming any and all variations of romcom scenes that could unfold for seoyun.

the collective whisper from the other girls suddenly grew louder and it could only mean one thing. harumi's head turned in the direction the team was facing now, easily spotting a disgruntled seoyun approaching then. "seoyun!" the ecstatic ring in her tone carried through the air, still picturing the team captain as the female lead of the same romcom she's concocted in her head. "it's almost your turn!"

[moncoeurseo]

if fashionably late was a person, it would find itself in stomping across campus in a pair of jimmy choo wedges, light wash ripped shorts, and a cropped baby tee. all of this made up the five foot three inches of han seoyun herself.

hell was a fake bleach blonde, indeed.

she doesn’t react much upon seeing her team crowded around the kissing booth; she ran the team like the navy with methods of tough love and expected nothing less than perfection of her girls, and that meant they knew to be at any meeting location before she got there.

she takes a long siiiiiiiiiip through the straw of her iced latte once she finally reaches the booth. a few second passes as she does a head count of the members before she finally speaks.

“i see everyone is here, that’s good.” there’s a small grin forming itself on her lips, her free hand perched on her hip. “that means i can tell you all the news together.”

she takes off her coach sunglasses and places them atop her head, eyes closed for the dramatics as she speaks. “i, han seoyun, your faithful captain… will not be participating in this little kissing booth, or whatever.” she rolls her eyes and lifts her hand up to stop any of the girls from opening their mouths, whether it be a gasp or whines of complaint leaving them. “i'm not done talking.”

“anyways… i’m still gonna be here, duh. i’m just not kissing anyone. there’s very little people on this campus that i would put my lips on.” seoyun shrugs nonchalantly, as if she wasn’t cheating the system that was made for all of the team captains. antares could personally kiss her ass if they really expected her to smooch every person who came up, regardless if it was on the cheek or not.

granted, there was one person but she doubt he would show up.

that cocky grin returns as she continues, “instead, i’ll kindly be asking you all to take my place for the kisses… and in return, i’ll be paying for everyone’s meals during our october competitions. yes, meals—all three of them. sounds good, hm?”

the rest of the girls erupted into small cheers at the announcement; it was rare for seoyun to treat the girls unless it was confirmed they were coming back to yeonhwa with trophies, so this was big. while everyone else was excitedly talking amongst themselves (because if it's one thing college students love, it's free food), seoyun finally made her way over to her assistant captain, arms crossed over her chest and a more relaxed expression than before.

“this whole thing feels totally up your alley. is there anyone you’ve been wanted to kiss for a bit?” as much as seoyun knew harumi looked up to her, she had no idea that she had been thinking about her having some big movie kiss. she was completely expecting harumi to be blushing and kicking her feet thinking about her own prince charming (or princess charming) swooping her off her feet after one kiss on the cheek.

[virtualbeauties]

her hand stopped mid-signature on a document as seoyun started speaking, her lips pressing together and her eyes closing for a second. she took a breath through her nose as she realised that, shit, she had probably just started an argument. she hated any form of confrontation, but bickering when both of them were already in an annoyed mood from doing their work? she was essentially giving her sanity away for free.

her eyes stayed on the paper in front of her as she listened to seoyun’s words, rolling them once.

a sudden tick went off in her brain. her head turned to look at seoyun with a glare, eyes narrowed slightly and an expression that read: be so for real right now. the room went silent as they looked at each other, sora’s brow raising at the challenge of continuing her comments, only for a scoff to fall from her lips, her expression showing the offence she took from the remark.

“babysitting? are you serious?” she asked, clear annoyance in her voice. a small exhale, something resembling a chuckle, came out after her words as she moved the paper she was working on to the side, crossed her arms, and turned to face seoyun fully.

she had tried to get along with everyone in the society so far — tried her hardest to be polite — but getting looked down on by seoyun of all people? she felt the need to fight back, despite her dislike for confrontation.

“the only reason you’re with me is because you’re still in your second year, and you’re on the exact same level i am.” her expression faltered slightly after she spoke, but her eyebrows stayed furrowed in annoyance. she went to open her mouth to continue speaking but went speechless instead, her mouth closing as she turned back to her own area. she wanted to apologise for coming off harsh, but she knew it would be futile. if anything, she wanted to come off harsher.

“let’s just finish this. we’re almost done anyway,” she mumbled, her words untrue, as there were at least two more hours of work. “well, we’d be quicker if you worked faster.” she just couldn’t hold herself back after feeling insulted, as if trying to prove she was better without being overly rude.

[moncoeurseo]

seoyun couldn’t stop herself from scoffing at sora rolling her eyes at her even if she wanted to—and she didn’t. with all she had on her plate, she didn’t need someone who just joined ophiuchus acting like a hot shot around her.

like she was worthy of better work compared to her.

“yes, babysitting. you know the definition of that, right?” she tilts her head at sora, a smile nowhere near her lips but her eyes having that bold flare when she knows she’s getting under someone’s skin. like sora wasn’t doing the exact same to her. “you got to yeonhwa somehow, i trust you know what i mean by that.”

seoyun enjoyed the feeling of bothering someone far too much—reveled in it, really. it was almost as good as being adored, because either way it meant that she was living rent-free in their mind to some regard. with sora being so willing to challenge her back, it makes her want to keep digging until she hits a nerve somehow.

she sits back in her chair now, crossing her arms as she lets one leg cross over the other. she drags out her speech more now, hoping every syllable and every pause she takes feels like torture to her. “no, i totallyyyy get what you mean, definitely. would you rather work with agatha? or maybe… get to work with yerim instead?” her index finger presses against her cheek as she continues to speak, “it’s fine if you say yes. i’d rather be doing this with someone more competent, too.”

one thing about han seoyun: she loved to argue too much.

she watches sora quietly as she gets back to working, wondering what effect her words will have on her before letting out a soft huff. “whatever, fine.” she rolls her eyes now as she scoots closer to the table in her chair again, picking up her stamp once more.

the argument mostly being over doesn't stop her from adding one last muttered comment of her own, “mind you, faster isn’t always better. you make mistakes easier that way.” she actually wasn’t trying to be rude that time (at least, not completely); seoyun had a knack for taking her time when it came to any sort of work, thanks to her detail-oriented brain. she wouldn’t be surprised if it just ended up pissing sora off more though.

[lvckytwos]

connor's still not used to the humid summers of the south korean peninsula. sure, it's not like back home was ever a desert or anything, but it was never the constant, oppressive mugginess that hung in the air like a wet blanket that would never dry. it makes the heat feel hotter. it makes air feel heavy on his chest. and every summer, connor has to relearn how to deal with it. the first few hot, humid nights of june keep him awake in bed for far too long, checking the time on his phone every twenty minutes until he finally decides that enough is enough. if he can't sleep, he may as well go tire himself out.

that's how he gets the bright idea to hit the ice at three in the morning, when the arena is all shut down and the only lights should be the emergency exit signs faint glow. he's surprised when that's not the case. is there a cleaning crew here overnight? did someone forget to shut everything off when closing up? well, no matter, he still laces his skates up and waddles his way up to the ice, armed only with a bag of pucks, his stick, and gloves. nothing else is really needed when it's just him. it is just him, right?

the answer finds him sooner than he'd like, the faint sound of pop music meeting his ears before he even gets halfway up the tunnel. "jesus fucking christ," he mutters under his breath as he recognizes an unfortunately familiar silhouette. of course it's his arch enemy, the ice princess herself, han seoyun. connor audibly groans, loud and obnoxious, as he steps onto the ice anyway, unperturbed by her presence when he's already made up his mind to be here as well.

"you know, everything about you is so fucking irritating, right?" he calls out, completely ignoring how she yammers about something that he doesn't pay attention to. "i thought they were supposed to lock you in your crate after dark so you don't chew up the furniture or something." verbal banter is second nature to him, sarcasm coming to his lips more easily than any other language.

"i don't make any guarantees that a puck won't bounce off the crossbar and hit you right in the nose job so," he shrugs, dumping his bag of pucks unceremoniously onto the ice, a declaration that he has no intention to give up any ground either, "heads up or head off."

[moncoeurseo]

the returning insults are only greeted by a roll of her eyes, turning away for a second to grab the handle of her 32 oz pink stanley sitting off on the rail of the rink. "mmmmm...” she hums in thought as she takes a sip of water.

but seoyun soon turns back around with a devastated look on her face, eyes wide with crocodile tears. “comparing me to a pet is like, soooo hurtful!” she sniffles weakly, her free hand fanning at her eyes. “i can’t even believe you would—” she cuts herself off with a loud, obnoxious cackle, throwing her head back at her own joke. 

as if.

she lets out a sigh afterwards, shaking her head. “no, i can’t even pretend to be upset about that.” her eyes meet connor’s again as she grins, as big and cocky as ever. “seriously, i’ve heard worse insults back in middle school!”

seoyun brushes her hair away from her shoulder as she snaps her fingers, clearly enjoying herself playing off of connor's insults. she disliked him immensely, but she always had a slight appreciation for someone who had a knack for arguing with others. “’irritating’ isn’t exactly the word most people would use for me. i’d recommend ‘beautiful’, or ‘elegant’. something of that nature feels more fitting, but i appreciate the attempt!” she leans back against the wall now, the expression on her face as relaxed as ever.

at least, it was until he mentions her ‘nose job’. the corner of her mouth twitches before she smiles again at him. a cold, clearly strained smile because he did not just say that. being compared to a dog or a cat is nothing, but her looks being questioned? absolutely not. "oh, aren't you so big and tough? talking about me is bold when you’ve likely been in the operating room plenty of times for injuries.”

despite obviously being irritated now, seoyun just shrugs nonchalantly once again with a “hmph” as she sits her stanley back on the rail, “just saying, i don’t think you need to worry about me getting hit by a puck.” she lets herself glide on the ice, giving him an unimpressed look over. “you stay on your side, i’ll stay on mine. kay?”

[stagedown]

"ugh, don't remind me," agatha slumps on the table, scrubbing her face with her hands. she almost let out a yell too if seoyun wasn't sitting in front of her and the girl trained in grace and decorum eventually took over. she removes her elbows from the table, hands squeezing each other underneath it, her back straightened and an exasperated sigh slips past her lips. "you don't have to worry about me next time," she says to seoyun, her hand finding her friend's and squeezing it tightly. "i swear it won't happen again." as if she person she's trying to convince is herself.

she goes back to her bulgogi and rice, nibbling on her chopsticks after every bite. she shakes her head lightly, as to not wake up any of her demons that are already subsiding. "don't," she says pertaining to minseong— a flash of memories come to mind, of his face so close to hers, the two of them laughing, the peppero stick between their lips— agatha's ears turn read and she clears her throat. "please don't, i don't think i can even face him right now." she turns their attention that what's really important.

kang yohan.

agatha is soon smiling as she pours seoyun some water and place the glass right in front of her. she isn't smiling because her best friend is choking, but because of the reason that is. she bit her lip to refrain from laughing and reaches out to pat seoyun's back lightly, refilling her water afterwards.

"you and yohan. kissed. a few times?!" although there is a part of her that expected it, her eyes still widens and her jaw slack "what do you mean don't freak out!?" with her food forgotten, she scoots closer to seoyun, reaching out to hold her best friends hands and squeezes it lightly. "what is this development? last i know you guys were oogling each other during ophiuchus meetings."

agatha could see the way her best friend's cheeks blossomed red and the lovestruck look on her face, all clear indication that han seoyun is experiencing spring in the middle of summer. her heart was pounding too and her cheeks hurt already from beaming at the latter.

"tell me all about it."

[moncoeurseo]

“mmokayyy…” half unconvinced, seoyun gives her friend a nod with a smile that clearly showed she didn’t quite believe what she was hearing; it’s that she didn’t trust agatha to know her limits now, but more so that she herself was just a bit protective over her in her own way. but she gently squeezes agatha’s hand back, letting out a soft sigh. “… alright, i trust you to not go crazy next time.” she can’t be surprised if seoyun ends up glued to her hip next time there’s a huge party on campus, though.

but she stares at agatha once she notices the way her ears start to burn red at the thought of minseong, blinking wordlessly for a moment. “… wait… what do you mean by that? agatha?” just what the hell did they do last night?

now it’s seoyun’s turn for her to be the one blushing hard, trying to ignore the way her cheeks start to heat up even further. she can vividly remember each and every kiss—granted, it wasn’t that long ago, of course—which isn’t helping just how flustered she feels hearing agatha question her about what happened. “i mean don’t freak out like you’re doing right now! ughhhhh…” she lets out a groan, pretending like she didn't want to tell her every little detail.

truthfully, she didn’t mind her being all excited over what had happened; she was, too. even while she was making breakfast for the two of them, her mind kept running back to the night’s prior events.

(she was a little shy talking about her relationships, is all.)

“okay, okay, okay—so, you know i said i wasn’t really taking part in the kissing booth, right? well, guess who ended up coming by to see me?” she was staring over at the wall as she recalls her story (because watching agatha’s reactions would kill her too much), but she glances over at her with a slight smug smirk for a moment. “i can’t say i was expecting him to stop by, but i’m not complaining at all.”

“so, that was the first kiss, and i would like the record to state that i kissed him first.” her smirk turns into a proud grin as she squeezes agatha’s hands back, despite the way she was avoiding meeting her eyes. “… i might’ve forgotten that it was just supposed to be a cheek kiss, but whatever!”

she nods to herself as she continues, “and then i saw him at the after party last night after we split up, and then we went up to the roof because it was way too loud where everyone else was, andddd… we kissed a lot more. but that’s it, that’s all that happened!”

she lets out a sigh and closes her eyes, trying to play off how her cheeks were a rosy pink now. “… he's soooo annoying though. he was teasing me into admitting i wanted to kiss him when we were up there. like uhhhh, yeah? that's what i was grabbing the hell out of him at the kissing booth for!”

[versionloop]

seoul summer brings with it a humidity like no other, that even eighteen years in shizuoka can't train a girl to survive. it settles heavy — in your scalp, behind your knees, between your shoulder blades. and now she was expected to marinate in it, shoulder to shoulder in a snaking queue of drunk university students for three straight days, slathering on a photo-ready smile and pretending it was a good time. (yes, she's aware she had a choice. no, that's not the point.)

to add seoyun into the equation initially doesn't seem like much of a relief. her friend's immediate outcry is less complaint than testament to the crisis at hand — both girls tragically foreign to the swampy ways of south korean summers, but only one with the gall to look editorial in spite of it. reiko's never met anyone with as precise a filter for colour and cut, so it was a no-brainer that han seoyun's become her go-to unofficial styling hotline.

"you say that like you don't look good in everything," reiko insists, peeling a hair tie off her wrist. "i get what they mean when they say summer's unforgiving though. there's just nowhere to hide."

she tugs her duffel bag closer, packed in a jaded fit of agitation two nights ago and starts pulling out things she vaguely remembers throwing in. a campus tee, yeonhwa bold across the chest in cracked lettering against a washed-out emerald green, soft from too many rounds in the nuri hall laundry. "hm, i was saving this for day three. everyone's gonna be in campus colours for the finale, right?" a tilt of her head, curious.

then a soft gasp, slightly theatrical but real. "oh, right." she holds up a white crochet two-piece like it's come back to haunt her. an ode to last summer and a brief obsession with slow fashion, all thanks to a sunbae from the design department who kept posting yarn haul vlogs on her instagram stories until her algorithm's caved in. her hands stretch the skirt against her thighs, squinting down at it like it might suddenly grow a few more inches. "never finished this part, though. i guess it's still... a suggestion of a skirt. not sure whether yeonchella's ready for asscheek couture."

shoulders slumping, she's already looking defeated. "i'm not risking a fistfight with security for a cute outfit, but i'm also not risking a heatstroke. do you think it'll look clunky if i layer something under it, or should i just give up on this entirely?"

[moncoeurseo]

at least 5% of seoyun’s grumpiness towards the outfit search disappears with reiko’s compliment to her, her eyes closing as she gives a pleased hum. she was never one to ignore her style being acknowledged. though she nods at the next thing reiko says, “exactly. which is why summer is the worst season, honestly…”

but she scoots closer as reiko brings her duffel bag closer, successfully escaping the clothing pile of her own making, and slips her hair tie off of her wrist to pull her own hair back into a ponytail. it’s time to get serious with finding the best outfit, which means she had to put on her serious work hairstyle.

… but she can’t even try to hide how her eyes widen or how the corners of her lips turn downwards in a frown once reiko pulls out that campus tee. it’s obvious she’s had this shirt at least since her first year with how washed out its features were, or at least had worn it one too many times. “oh… girl, no…” 

it’s taking everything within her to not reach for the shirt and take out the the lighter in her drawer to burn it. (its use is for candles, but she can make an exception this once.) “you are too pretty to be seen in this shirt in public… scrap it. please. do you have anything else in this color? it doesn’t necessarily have to be school related.”

but the two piece she takes out? oh it’s magic compared to that shirt. seoyun gasps in delight this time, her eyes shining as she leans in closer to take in the outfit. she can almost hear the angels sing after once being descended into fashion hell.

“wait, but this is so cute though! don’t stretch it.” she gives reiko a quick shake of her head before she continues to speak. “this would be perfect for the concert!”

she lifts it up to hold it against reiko as well, tilting her head with narrowed eyes. “you’re not wrong though… this is pretty damn short. i think it’d be fine if you put some slip shorts underneath and just tugged them up a bit, but i do have another idea…”

she glances up at her with a small grin, hoping it’s the option the other girl is most interested in. “we could try to finish the skirt tonight, though.” han seoyun and staying up for some time to finish a fashion project: two things that’ll always go well together.

[terrorignitis]

Carol Rifka Brunt, Tell the Wolves I'm Home

[sharpeztlives]

he has half the mind to scoff when she asks that— you think i’m beautiful? of course he does. he has two working eyeballs. anyone that doesn’t think han seoyun is gorgeous is fucking lying. but he doesn’t say that out loud, nor does he scoff, nor roll his eyes like she just asked a him a question with the most obvious answer in the universe (even though she kinda did— there’s certain undoubted truths in life: the sky is blue, seoyun is beautiful, et cetera).

the moment passes, and he’s grateful for it. yohan’s not sure he has it in him right now to possibly explain how he’s been vaguely intrigued by her preppy style and dramatized demeanor since the moment he’d first laid eyes on her. it’d been borne out of pure amusement at first (and maybe some annoyance), but now that he’s thinking about it…

no.

no more thinking about it.

but then her perfectly-manicured fingers are fixing at the buttons on his shirt, and his breath is hitching in his throat.

damn it. he’s thinking about it.

their eyes meet for a split second, and for the first time, yohan feels like he's really seeing her. not the overconfident, sometimes loud, outgoing, perfect face she shows to the world. it's something softer. the quietness in her tone, the care she puts into doing his tie up for him... it's sweet. "i trust you." he repeats in confirmation. it's more certain this time, though hushed in tone. it's his turn to flush now. yohan's sure that she can see the pink creeping up his neck and spilling onto his cheeks. the thought of it only makes him blush more. god, this was torture.

she pulls away. yohan thought he'd be relieved with the distance (and for the most part, he is), but there's the tiniest part of him that wanted her close again.

he's got to beat that feeling down with a stick or something. seriously.

i have good taste, after all. yohan snorts at that, thankful for the sudden change in tone. "you know, when you compliment someone, you're not supposed to compliment yourself in the same breath." he shoots her a pointed look. "thank you. for the compliment. and for your genius." eyes roll over-dramatically— playfully. "and for tying my stupid tie." he tacks on. he pauses for a moment, pursing his lips like he's thinking about something. yohan's not sure that he wants to give the blonde leverage to tease him. lips press together in a thin line. he meant it when he said he trusted her— not that this is a big deal anyways. "i don't know how to." eyes flit downwards, pulling gently at the piece of fabric around his neck. "... tie a tie, i mean. nobody ever taught me."

and maybe that's the answer to her next question, too: nobody ever taught him anything about this life he'd suddenly been thrust into.

he heaves out a heavy sigh, giving his head a little shake. "i just don't get it." the galas, he means… or maybe it's just the entire lifestyle. he shifts his weight from one foot to the other. it feels strange to be so open with someone like this, even when he's not really saying much. yohan usually doesn't say anything at all.

somehow, she disarms him.

"i didn't... grow up like this." now that's edging on way-too-fucking-personal for his taste; he swiftly moves on. "i'm just not used to it. it all feels so disingenuous. it all just sorta gives me the ick." his nose wrinkles up, "besides, my dad's going to be there. and christine," (his stepmother that he would never give the honor of being called mom in any way, shape, or form) "and their kids. and everyone else. and there's going to be a million questions about 'oh, how is school, yohan?' 'what are you going to do with a degree in literature, yohan?' 'how's the band stuff going, yohan?' 'when are you going to join your old man at the company, yohan?'" just thinking about it makes him want to rip his hair out.

"do you not get that at galas? the billion questions about your future, from people you barely know, that you don't know how to answer?" he looks to her, eyes searching hers for any semblance of understanding. he wishes it'd all just magically click for him one day, but it hasn't. it won't. he knows this. "what's the secret? do i just have to get drunk off champagne? i've tried that already— it was not pretty."

[moncoeurseo]

i trust you.

seoyun has to bite the inside of her cheek to keep herself from reacting—she doesn’t even know how. something embarrassing, that’s for sure. a way that’d make her look more like a teenage girl with a silly crush rather than the full grown woman she was.

damn kang yohan and the soft voice he said that in, and the way the blush trailing down from his cheeks to his neck was only a few shades lighter than the tie in her hands. ugh. is he trying to kill her?

she was han seoyun for god’s sake, she didn’t get like this. not all goofy and googly-eyed over someone. she was focused, collected (most of the time), and the only thing that made her giddy was a new thom browne collection or waking up to see that the shoes she ordered finally arrived to her mailbox on campus.

but, fuck, there was the side of her that she worked hard to keep hidden under layers and layers of ribbon and lace, which someone could only manage to see if she truly felt comfortable around them. sometimes it took weeks, months, even years.

and somehow… one guy (who she’s known for years now through ophiuchus, mind you, but never actually never had any time to be alone with) is managing to unwrap those layers of her with just one shopping trip. how?

(he not even her type! one half of her brain yells. sure, she’s grown up seeing other girls at school rant and rave over guys in bands, but that was never her taste. nevermind the way he was, in fact, her type visually and personality-wise. the other half of her brain knows there’s a part of her that is enjoying the closeness between them as she buttons his shirt up. she didn’t even have to do that. she could’ve just asked him to do that himself.)

seoyun’s heart is still pounding in her ears when she pulls away, but she does her best to play it off when he teases her. he snorts, and it draws out a soft sigh from her. she’s glad. to some degree, he’s comfortable during this, right? but she brushes her hair over her shoulder, a proud smirk on her face. “ignoring the first thing you said, you’re welcome. and thank you for acknowledging just how great i am.” but what he says next about the tie makes her blink, tilting her head slightly. “really? well… i could teach you how to do that! it’s easy once you get used to it.”

she stays quiet once he speaks up again; it’s obvious he’s not just talking about the the ties, or the galas… she doesn’t know his whole story—never really had the chance to ask anyway—but she leans against one of the stands and listens. she tilts her head again at the mention of christine—step-mom?—then nods to herself at what he says next—definitely step-mom. she can’t help but chuckle softly at the questions, again not laughing at him, but just because she knows exactly how it goes.

“nope, i’ve heard it all before too. it’s been like this for me since i was little, i pretty much started figure skating and fashion at the same time.” she shakes her head, a small smile on her face but there was… something unreadable behind her eyes. “it’s…”

she hesitates for a second and the smile falters. now it’s getting too real for her. she loves the attention, keeping people’s eyes on her, but it’s also overwhelming. it always has been. being a child in front of a bunch of cameras was terrifying even if exciting. sometimes she just wants her work—whether it’s a routine or a new design—speak for itself. not her looks, her attitude, the instagram followers, or whatever else.

but this was the lifestyle she wanted.

what’s the secret? she swallows, slow, hard, like she doesn’t want to say the true answer but she needs to. to be seen. to be heard by someone that’s not herself. “… it’s hard. and it sucks a lot, sometimes.” she reluctantly looks up at yohan as she speaks—not wanting to see his reaction to her not being so han seoyun for once, but she pushes herself to. to see if somewhere, despite everything saying they have nothing in common, he understands her too.

“honestly, i don’t know if there is a secret… i just learned to adapt, i think.” seoyun laughs softly—but it’s bitter this time. she hasn’t been able to come up with a design on her own since the summer began, she’s missed classes by overworking herself at night to the point of exhaustion, and not to mention: she’s struggling inside of ophiuchus too.

her disguise is going to break one of these days and she knows it. maybe, with the way she's speaking to yohan, it already has.

shit, it’s getting negative now. she glances back over at him for a second, a flicker of worry in her eyes. she’s said too much, hasn’t she? “… i guess what i mean to say is… don’t feel like you have to have everything together. nobody’s born with all the answers, you just have to convince people that you are.” if there's anything she's good at, it's making people believe she's better than she is.

[prodbyzinnia]

"they've been selling pretty well," she says, nodding and she looks at how many she has left. "i think people have been curious to try it," she adds, looking relatively pleased with herself for having made a few goods to sell extra outside of the sweet corn cafe things that they originally were only selling. she had had the idea after having helped with their entire setup.

it would be good to have some small, cheaper things for people to want to pick up and snack on. also, they were the only booth selling sweets so it was good to build on that, right?

seoyun's support and also enthusiasm right now does have jiahn perking up, pleased with herself. she laughs a little when the other girl glances around as if jiahn was actually telling a secret that needed to be hidden from the masses. the option to make the drink with sparkling water isn't exactly a hidden one even if it's not physically on the menu.

maybe the anime club shouldn't have let her have so much control but they all knew she had the most experience selling. and it was working out.

"gimme like thirty seconds to make the drink," she says, turning to the table behind her to get the syrup, and she thinks for a moment before adding a yuzu syrup to the cup, adding ice and then the sparkling water on top.

she turns back once she's closed the bottle of sparkling water, and then slides the cup towards seoyun with a smile.

"the drink is 5000 won and the bars are 2000 won each," she says, mentally totally the math. "11 000 won, but you can just give me 10," she adds, winking conspiratorially. "the straws are at the front and did you want a bag?"

[moncoeurseo]

“really? good to hear it.” seoyun nods, impressed as usual by the other girl’s selling skills. though she crosses her arms, a small grin on her lips. “you better not forget about me when your business blows up, though.”

seoyun makes herself comfortable by leaning against the counter of the stall slightly as she waits, watching jiahn with a curious eye. a part of her wondered just how the other girl could manage to do so many creative activities with ease—baking, crocheting, and now making drinks?

considering how much money she already gives jiahn, she’ll have to keep her in mind for possible staff if she ever does manage to make her own fashion label.

she nods when jiahn tells her the price before peeking up at her with a grin at the ‘discount’ she gives her. “jiahn, i’m already your most loyal customer! you don’t have to butter me up even more!” she quiets down as she reaches in her wallet for the amount before shrugging, “i mean, unless you want to… that’s fine by me…”

but she hands her the money afterwards, nodding as she takes her cup. “i would like a bag, thank you!” she takes a small sip of the drink, nodding happily with wide eyes one second later. “oh shit, that is good.”

“sooo… how long is your shift here anyway?” truth be told, seoyun didn’t have anything else planned for the next hour or two, which is why she decided to spend her time strolling through the booths for the time being. "you said you guys have been slammed with people, right? must be a lot of work..."

she taps her cheek with her nail in thought before snapping her fingers, grinning brightly with the idea that just sprung to her. “oh my god—wait, what if i helped you guys out for a little while? after i finish eating and drinking, of course.” still not admitting that she's killing time, but her main reason for helping out their booth is so she could learn how to make more of these little drinks herself after yeonchella is over… in her words, her brain is so huge.

(though if jiahn ever planned to make them herself and sell them, seoyun would still run to give her her money first before doing it herself.)

[moncoeurseo]

the devil wears jimmy choo starring: yoon jinyoung ( @lxckystrike ) and han seoyun in ‘making terrible mistakes for your career’

there was something truly invigorating to seoyun whenever she was able to get her hands on a roll of fabric, or even just a needle and some thread. the feeling of being able to bring her own creations to life, to make something solely from her imagination that was not only real, but able to be seen and worn by herself and others was.. magical.

the only thing better than that was having those creations be appreciated by others. anyone could easily notice the way she was trying to bite back the grin on her lips as she made conversation with the other fashion design students who were invited to this event; a university-wide competition for students to be able to submit their designs, where only the absolute best were picked and then invited to a gala.

seoyun was used to these events. she had become a professional at rubbing elbows and marketing herself since she was twelve (thanks to her father taking her under his wing), so this was nothing. though there was a slight excitement in her voice and the way one hand played with the bangle around her wrist every so often, because if she was lucky at the end of this night…

she might even be able to catch the attention of a very prestigious fashion company’s ceo. she can’t even imagine what that could do for her career (she definitely has plenty of ideas though.)

though, throughout the night she noticed there’s a guy following the lady pretty much the entire time… something about him feels vaguely familiar, yet she’s not sure why? he looks around her age and it feels almost like she’s seen him before, but his face doesn’t ring a bell any further than that.

he must be an intern, or something.

once he finally passes by her by himself, seoyun taps his shoulder with a french tip nail, giving him her best and brightest smile once he turns to her.

and then she speaks.

“excuse me! can you like, get me more water? my glass is empty.”

she doesn’t even realize this boy is the son of the ceo she’s trying so hard to impress.

[moncoeurseo]

What’s something you secretly hope people notice about you?

she stands up straight, tossing her hair over her shoulder and giving her usual smile; dazzling, bright, and just perfectly seoyun in the way it was almost a smirk. “i don’t really think i’m that secretive about wanting people to think i look nice.”

she thinks for a second before snapping her fingers, “but maybe… oh. probably how i accessorize! the shoes i wear, jewelry… it’s not easy to just pick something out from two completely different designers and make it work together.”

it was true; she tend to pick out her outfits days before she ever planned to wear them, even more so for more important days where she definitely needed to look good.

though, there was something deeper there too; the way that smile wasn’t always easy, or how she researched the best hair and skincare methods with plenty of steps, or even just in the way she held herself publicly (most of the time.)

all in all, what seoyun wanted most for people to notice about her was how much time and hard work went into looking this effortless.

[lovestereo]

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