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gyeon kiyoung: hwaseong, junior. aurology & dada minor.

[msukiyoung]

HELLO! i forgot my queue was still posting replies shdjkhajds but i just posted a message on the discord about the closing, so i’m here to re-post it in case anyone isn’t there! i'm sad to see msu closing but if any of you wanna keep in touch, feel free to add me on discord or on twitter (just ask me for either, i’ll still check this acc over time)!! i'm also in a few other rps so maybe i'll see some of you around! <3 i'll be keeping kiyoung's blog alive for a bit in case anyone wants to keep threads/plots (and to finish the rest of my queue) but i'll prob eventually move him to my work-in-progress mumu blog bc i love this idiot too much to let him die and threads/plots can also continue there! amelie is also there, in case anyone misses her too shdkjhasd & anyone can also ask for this blog once its actually done lmao lastly, thanks to the admods for running the rp! speaking from experience, i know how running something like this takes way more work than most can imagine and hate is never easy to deal with it over time even if you're the type of person to say fuck haters so i respect your decision to close and wish you all the best!!! thanks to everyone i talked to and plotted with at any time too, i had a lot of fun here and meeting many of you!! hope everyone stays safe & healthy during this time in case we don't talk or anything after this!

[msukiyoung]

HOLD HANDS?

FRIDAY:

✧✧✧

“gyeon kiyoung,” friday announces her presence, chest filling like a balloon with baseless confidence. “i need you.” wait. she flushes. “i mean, your hands—” WAIT. “—your MAGIC.” stresses the word, nose scrunching in self disdain. good going kang. “i need a lab rat for an assignment.” she clarifies, dipping her fingers into her tote to pull out kiyoung’s hoodie from halloween, setting it on the table gingerly and giving it a small pat in quiet thanks for the warmth it offered her that night. the hoodie, not the man. 

“you’ll help me right?” friday lifts her gaze from his plate to his eyes, head tilting slightly. “remember?” she speaks with emphasis, drawing back to night of hallow’s eve clearly. it’s important now to dredge back past interactions, if only to hold him accountable. “you said you’ll make it up to me? remember?? after you apologized for being an asshole who played with my feelings?” the corner of her lips twitch at the recollection, feeling a sudden rise in vexation from just rehashing their history in general. but once again, its a necessity to rehash. to make sure it didn’t just slip his mind or whatever! she too, after all, was inebriated for most of the night.

who’s to say if kiyoung even remembers what he said? and where would that leave her if he didn’t? embarrassed? shamed,?on the express train outta here and back to london? probably one or the other.

friday takes a small breath, leaning in close to stare into his eyes, her own narrowing in scrutiny. 

                                                           “rEMEMBER?!?!”       

                                                                                                              / @msukiyoung    

     ever since kang friday walked into kiyoung’s life, he’s realized he’s never been the same. is this good or bad? he doesn’t really know--or well, doesn’t want to say because he’s sure the other will find out somehow and will throw it back at him if (when) they argue again--but seriously, it’s just been... something.

     it was good for the most part, like when they dated, even if his main intentions for agreeing to go out with her were less than honorable (because he really did--does? again, he’s not sure--like her; it’s just he liked someone else more), but that was on him, not her which is why he supposes he feels like he owes it to friday in more ways than one. it’s also why he told her as much when they finally had a talk of sorts recently.

     so when the conversation he was having with a fellow housemate in the great hall is interrupted by said girl, he’s not surprised in the slightest but he does wonder what she’s seeking him out for. normally friday will avoid him like the plague and he’d be the one who would have to approach her first but the situation has reversed this time and he's not sure what to do. did he do something again and she’s come to curse him for it? or did she need something from him? although he can’t come up with anything that he has that friday would want from him but anyways.

     except she says exactly that--’i need you’--and his eyes widen. then she continues and his mouth drops. what is going on?!

     before he can get a word in though or even ask, friday keeps talking and realization dawns on him. “so you... need me... so you can test something?” he asks slowly, making sure he understood her (the lab rat comment pointedly ignored), as she watches her pull out the hoodie he had lent her on halloween. (she was crying and cold and what was he going to do? just let her freeze? he’d rather walk back to his dorm in just a t-shirt than let her walk around in her costume--which was really too light to wear during an october night--for the rest of the night.)

     the pat she gives the clothing item is a little weird but oddly endearing--and he even thinks it’s cute for a split second before shooing that thought out of his mind--but focuses his attention on the girl again when she asks him if he’ll help.

     her voice only grows louder and more intense as she goes on, reminding him of what happened that very night, and he feels heat rising to his face. of course he remembers; he wasn’t drunk at all when he had met her in the haunted house and he had wanted to apologize to friday for the longest time too. he knows what he did was awful and an asshole move even if that wasn’t his intention but that’s what he gets for not thinking things through clearly and thoroughly before deciding to go out with someone in an attempt to try and get over another person.

     but he’s embarrassed having this aired out in the great hall of all places, even more so that it’s in front of others who could very clearly hear everything she’s saying. he wants to stop her while he can--if it’s even possible because friday is admittedly, hard for him to handle when she’s on a roll like this--but instead what he gets is her learning in close to him, just to stare at him in scrutiny, and he suddenly feels very small in his seat despite obviously towering over the other both in height and body size.

     “yes, i remember,” he grits out, voice low and his own stare slightly challenging. not because he thinks friday is wrong (she isn’t, not at all) but because he’s a little annoyed at how she chose to ask him for his help this way when he would’ve agreed to it without the need for vaguely threatening him. “and i would’ve said yes without all... this,” he waves his hands around as if to gesture to her outburst.

     kiyoung stands up then, breaking the gaze they were sharing in an instant but doesn’t look away from her. “can we talk about this? privately?”

[msukiyoung]

double trouble.

TAEJUN:

✧✧✧

when taejun hears kiyoung repeat what he says sounding a little closer than before, he can’t help rolling his eyes with a small grin. he’s stopped moving - waiting - when a second reflection of spiderman suddenly pops up and he knows that kiyoung’s found him. turning around to face the other, taejun mutters a ‘thank merlin’ under his breath as he approaches him before kiyoung makes his next statement.

taejun laughs out loud before clapping kiyoung on the back, honestly just as glad to see him. “are you professing your undying love for me right now.?” taejun can’t resist poking a little fun at kiyoung. “you know i wouldn’t ditch you here alone. besides, we need to make it to the costume party at least so everyone can see our costumes.”

“is there anything else you want to confess?” a part of taejun wants to let kiyoung know he’s found the exit, but he’s feeling a bit cheeky. “in case if we do get trapped in here forever?”

     “listen,” kiyoung tries saying to defend himself but sounds more like a whiny puppy than anything, pout and kicked look on his face not helping his cause at all. “i really thought i was going to be stuck in here all night! if i didn’t find you again how was i going to get out of here on my own?” he hates admitting it but things like mazes--especially ones as tricked out as this one was with confusing mirrors and being able to walk on anything--only confused him more because he couldn’t just break out of it with brute force. he to actually use his head and it had long shut off after classes.

     letting out a resigned sigh and accepting what he figures will be his fate after this, he gives taejun a knowing look. “you’re not going to let me live this one down, will you?” kiyoung already knew what the other would say though without needing to hear his answer; after all he wouldn’t let taejun live it down if they had switched positions. 

     “you can’t blame me though! you’re just sooooo sexy ha ha,” he continues, making sure to sound as insincere and flat as possible so the other picks up on his joke. he may not be able to stop the other from teasing him when he did deserve it after what he had said in the moment but he can at least show he’s totally unbothered - poking fun at someone only works if they show a reaction.

     “i don’t think we will though, now that we’ve met up again,” kiyoung replies in his normal voice. “you’ll probably find the exit and i’m never separating from you ever again until we’re out of here.” 

     unless... 

     “did you find the exit already?” he asks suspiciously while crossing his arms over his chest and squinting at the other. it was just a brief thought, and random ‘what if’ that passed through for a moment, because this was taejun he was talking about and kiyoung didn’t doubt for a second that he’d be able to find the exit quicker than he would himself. “you’d tell me if you did though, wouldn’t you...”

[msukiyoung]

CHAEYEON:

✧✧✧

     “y-yeah,” chaeyeon stammers in response once she’s regained all her senses, finally pulling away and sitting back in her spot, cheeks flushed pink. it’s dark enough that she can safely hope that he wouldn’t notice that she might be blushing. she spends the next few moments just forcefully willing her cheeks to calm the fuck down before she glances back at him, looking rightfully sheepish. 

     “thanks …” she says, not stating for what exactly but not thinking that she needed to considering that he had legit practically saved her life. “thought i was a goner there for a moment.”

     kiyoung thinks chaeyeon’s going to get up and move back to her seat as quickly as possible--because that’s what he would do if he was her, too embarrassed about the entire situation altogether to want to stay any longer--but when she doesn’t and in fact, continues laying on him for much longer than necessary (by his standards, anyways), his face only flushes more and his mind races a mile a minute.

     god, he wishes he had brought a sweater or something so he could throw it at her to use but instead he was still in spiderman suit which meant he had nothing on him but the costume (and he had long taken off his mask when the ride had started).

     he’s basically on the brink of completely malfunctioning internally when chaeyeon finally pulls herself up (kiyoung was suddenly too nervous to touch her now even though he was planning on doing exactly that when he was going to pull her back from the window before) and sits in the spot next to him. too busy trying to make sure his own red face isn’t visible and cooling it down at the same time, kiyoung doesn’t pay the girl any mind as they sit in silence, seemingly waiting for the other to make the first move.

     it’s after a few moments--which really feel like very long minutes--that he feels chaeyeon’s eyes on him and hears the next words that follow out of her mouth, and finally chances a look at her. seeing her expression, he snorts and shakes his head before nudging her lightly. “thankfully i was here, right?” he grins playfully, his response coming easily to him - after all, he and chaeyeon have spoken like this to each other so much that it’s just habit now, even in times when they’d hit a bumpy patch and weren’t speaking for whatever reason. “i’d be so sad if a carriage ride took the great song chaeyeon out when i’ve been trying to fight you for years now.”

[msukiyoung]

dynamic duo.

TAEJUN:

✧✧✧

the game continues like that with taejun passing back and forth through their own territory making sure to cover any open spaces. adrenaline is running through his body as he finds himself barely evading a few shots here and there when he’s focused on watching his own team members attempting to infiltrate the other side. before long though, he sees someone from his team dashing through field back towards their side with the enemy flag while shots are openly fired across from both sides.

a loud whistle announces their team win and taejun is surprised that they actually succeeded considering how unorganized the team seemed to be before the game started. it only takes about a minute for the team to regroup and taejun quickly picks kiyoung out from everyone, a triumphant smile on his lips as he pulls of his helmet - a few strands of hair sticking to his face from the buildup of sweat underneath.

“i missed a few shots but i counted fourteen hits. what about you?”

     kiyoung shoves at taejun with a laugh. “it’s only ‘easy’ because you’re actually smart! i’d take forever to write one-- and yes, that’s because i’d be complaining about it for half the time and pretending it doesn’t exist the other half.” sometimes, he really does wish he was better at school though and actually wanted to focus on them enough so he wouldn’t have to worry about his grades every semester. but at least he’s friends with taejun so he doesn’t struggle as much as he would if he was alone.

     he squints at the other, however, when kiyoung hears what he wants in return if he wins. “that is such a weird request,” he answers, his face scrunching up to mirror his words. “but i guess if that’s your... thing then... sure?” what was taejun going to do by turning into him anyways? but the moment he thinks that, a wave of possibilities rushes through his head and he shakes his head. “wait, as long as you promise to not do anything... weird while you look like me then i’ll agree to this.”

     their conversation is soon interrupted by the start of the match and with one final look to taejun coupled with a firm nod as a salute of sorts, he sets off and focuses on taking down as many opponents as possible. he’s of course careful to make sure he doesn’t get hit himself and also checks in on his team’s territory from time to time to confirm that’s also covered but his abnormal good luck must be kicking in because he finds himself in more than one close encounter that he shouldn’t have gotten out of so easily when he did. not even good reflexes and athleticism could save him from those situations.

     before he knows it though, a whistle is blown to signal the end of the match and kiyoung looks back and forth trying to figure out who had won. when he regroups with his team shortly after and finds out it was them, he’s surprised at first considering how they had started but happiness immediately replaces it once the knowledge of their win settles in, and he cheers and celebrates with the rest of their teammates.

     once they’ve started to disperse into the original groups they had come from, kiyoung pulls his helmet off and runs a hand through his hair to pull it back and off his face, his forehead already feeling cooler from the sweaty and sticky mess it was before. then he spots taejun coming towards him and is about to congratulate the other for their shared win when he hears him recounting how many shots he got, and laughs instead. “weeeeeell,” he draws out, purposely pausing for dramatic effect. “fifteen,” he announces, a proud but smug look on his face as he does so. “i guess means you writing a paper or buying me food for a week, huh?” he was so looking forward to this already.

[msukiyoung]

sorry again.

HAEUN:

✧✧✧

“he didn’t bend you though, right?” she would feel so bad if kiyoung missed out on the first game of the season because of her. thankfully kiyoung relayed that levi didn’t do the unthinkable. haeun sighed out in relief. “sorry you got into so much trouble because of me. that’s not–”

she almost says it wasn’t fair but the truth is that it kind of was, wasn’t it? she’d be lying if she said it wasn’t fair. kiyoung injured someone. yes, it was an accident but he did. haeun chews on her bottom lip, holding up her divisionation knows that were coloured a deep blue from the healing potion. the parchment was soaked through. she sighs.

“it has been a stressful few days huh? the planets must be out of alignment or something.”

     his first thought is, what isn’t there for him to apologize for? he injured a girl-unintentionally but that still didn’t change the fact that he did--and every time he talked to her now, her felt like he kept messing up somehow. did the universe just give up and said ‘gyeon kiyoung doesn’t deserve rights?’ so now he was cursed to keeping making mistakes no matter what? he can’t even find it in him to fight this if it’s true though since a part of him knows he deserved this and he just has to deal with it until it blows over - hopefully, anyways.

     kiyoung slowly nods, listening to haeun explain how she’ll clean up her things. “do you want me to help with anything? i can’t offer to uh, replace your notes or anything if they’re ruined now,” he continues, specifically choosing to not mention that the reason he can’t provide academic help is because he was never the studious type and doesn’t want to admit to that. “but i can ask someone who will and would do a better job than i ever could?”

     he sighs again, shoulder slumping as he talks about levi, wholly unaware of the true meaning behind haeun’s reactions to him retelling their meeting. she’s probably just worried, right? he thinks she’s too kind for that if so, considering what he did but he also supposes that’s why he’s trying so hard to make it up to her. “i was lucky and get to stay on the team but if he did, i wouldn’t have blamed him for it honestly...”

     the younger apologizing makes kiyoung’s head snap up though, a surprised look on his face this time. “what? you shouldn’t be apologizing,” he quickly says. “i was the one who hurt you, remember? apologizing is what i should be doing.” it was an attempt at a joke but he’s not sure if it worked or not so he wishes they could move past it instead.

     “you can say that again,” he laughs, not a full and genuine laugh out of happiness or enjoyment, but more of a resigned one. it really did feel like everything just keeps going wrong these days. “i hope it gets better from here... but more importantly, you’re okay? i mean, relatively speaking?”

[msukiyoung]

mischief (not) managed.

JAMIE:

✧✧✧

       of course , it made sense when she followed the familiar sound and found the younger messing about with what was possibly the effect of one of those party potions. damn , that sounded like a fun one and she very much approved of the prank , well used indeed. BUT !! kiyoung didn’t have to know where she aligned with the joke so might as well have her own fun with it. clearing her throat while standing right behind him , the older had a stern expression and was just starting to reprimand him about the prank , but what actually came out was a fit of laughters. i repeat… WHAT? ——- wait !! oh , the damn potion… probably a laughter inducing one. there goes her plan. 

        “ despite what’s happening right now… ” she spoke between giggles. “ you can’t go around imitating people’s voices !! ” clearly the scolding was going to have no affect.

     a throat clearing snaps kiyoung out of his own world, his previous thoughts of trying to master jamie’s voice and how she speaks quickly replaced with a vague sense of... fear? dread? he just suddenly has a very bad feeling about the sound coming from behind him--most likely thanks to all the trouble he’s gotten in that he’s since developed a sixth sense for smelling danger--so he braces himself as he turns around, only to come face to face to the very girl he was trying to impersonate - and she did not look pleased.

     kiyoung not-so-subtly gulps, wondering what might come to him if jamie realized what he was trying to do (and she probably would), and is already trying to think up an excuse to tell her so she won’t punch him--again--when the other suddenly... laughs?

     the sound catches him off guard and understandably so. he was preparing to be scolded and told off, either for the prank itself (that he didn’t even get to do which isn’t fair!) or for the fact that it was jamie he chose to imitate of all people (and didn’t he learn already that he shouldn’t anger the older?), but what he gets is peals of laughter instead and a warning that doesn’t seem quite as stern as kiyoung thinks she wanted it to sound.

     “i can explain!” he starts with saying, trying to buy a little time so he can come up with something like a plan. “it wasn’t me who did this, it was the potion...” pulling the vial out of his pocket where he had mindlessly tossed it into earlier, he holds it up to the other as proof. “see! i was just testing it to see if it worked! i was definitely not trying to imitate you on purpose,” he adds on, maybe not so convincingly. he always did have a penchant for mischief so he wouldn’t be surprised if people didn’t believe him when he’d say he wasn’t trying to cause trouble (because most times, he was).

     “nope, not at all,” he repeats as if answering himself, emphasizing the ‘p’ sound when he said nope - as if that’d help his case in any way but maybe the girl’s continuous laughter would distract her from the fact.

[msukiyoung]

fly high. or not.

MIYOUNG:

✧✧✧ she hates having to depend on someone else,  hates not being able to get something right on her own.  his proposal would have been met with a scoff,  under normal circumstances.  but miyoung,  smart enough to know there aren’t many options or much time to consider his words,  knows she will have to trust him with this.  trust him with her life.  strained as their relationship may appear,  she likes to believe,  deep down,  they share an unbreakable bond. “f - fine!  you better catch me!”  she warns him in the midst of it all,  squinted eyes and breath trapped in her lungs the moment her arms start to release their hold onto the broom.  in a matter of seconds she’s letting it go,  lets her body drop down freely.  is this what it feels like to be living life on the edge?  miyoung wonders again in those split seconds she’s in the air,  a couple of hundred meters between herself and the ground she’s bound to crash down on in case brother dearest fails to keep his word.  

     for as much as he bugs miyoung on the regular--and as much as she gives it back (and usually double at that)--she’s still his sister, his family, and kiyoung would do anything for them despite all the grievances and frustration he’s felt, also because of them. forget about what their parents will say if miyoung gets injured--or worse, but he’s trying really hard not to think that far--he would never forgive himself if anything bad happened to her, especially when there was something he could’ve done to help.

     “miyoung!” he yells again, the horror and screaming coming from her doing nothing to soothe his nerves and make him believe she can get her broom under control - which means it’s time for plan b. very briefly, he wants to laugh at how demanding his sister still sounds despite the near death situation she’s currently in but he supposes that’s gyeon miyoung for you. (and he doesn’t get to dwell on that thought for long anyways, with more pressing matters at hand.) “i swear i’ll catch you!” and he seriously means it. he only hopes miyoung knows he does too.

     quickly, he flies so he’s a bit below her broom and re-positions himself so he can free up his arms to catch her. it takes a lot of maneuvering and concentration to keep his broom stable with just his lower body but all that quidditch training and working out wasn’t for nothing, thankfully; and just in time too, for miyoung lets herself fall right then. to say he’s about to have a heart attack would be an understatement but if he passes out, who’s going to save miyoung? so he steels himself and sticks his arms out, head tilted back and staring upwards as he tries slightly moving his broom to make sure he’s in range to catch her.

     it all happens in a split second - kiyoung thinks he’s miscalculated and is about to yell profanities but at the last moment, is able to scoop his arms under miyoung and pulls her into him. he almost falls off his broom with the sudden extra weight added but again, thank god he works out and his thighs are something else because even though he probably bruised himself trying to maintain his grasp on the broom, he manages to stabilize them both before more misfortune befalls them.

     and now that the worst of the situation has been resolved, kiyoung can finally breathe. it takes him a few minutes before he can find his voice again though and then he’s staring down at the younger worriedly, still hovering in the air. they’re closer to the ground now but they’re still not in the clear yet - although kiyoung isn’t too concerned about that fact, since he’s more than capable of touching down at this point. but first-- “did you get hurt anywhere during the fall?”

[msukiyoung]

by the way.

HAEUN:

✧✧✧ she hadn’t meant to upset him or made him feel weird about what happened. “i swear i was just trying to say you played really well….” but somehow the incident did leave him with some form of a lesson which is more than she could say. “you didn’t deserve any hard time. it was an accident! and they happen.” had kiyoung done it maliciously it would have been a different story. possibly a lot worse for him considering how many people would have kicked his ass on principle. but thankfully kiyoung isn’t a mean person if his regret was anything to go by. “besides it gave us some time to talk and we’ve never talked before. i definitely consider you a friend. it’s an interesting origin story, don’t you think?”

     with the way haeun reacts to him reacting, kiyoung can’t help but want to apologize again. not for hitting her in the face (because he’s done that plenty and at this point, he just needs to accept that the other is probably tired of hearing him repeat the same thing over and over again; it’s a wonder she even bothers to keep trying with him) but for making her feel as awkward as he felt. she’s obviously trying to move past the incident so he should too, for both their sake. and yet, he knows this but it’s still hard for him to really let go.

     he could at least pretend to though. something like faking it until you make it? but faking it until you believe it because he really does want to be better friends with haeun, and he doesn’t want to make her any more uncomfortable than he probably already has. so he listens to what she’s saying and really tries to absorb it, to just take the words as they are; nothing more or nothing less. he had learned his lesson and he would definitely be more careful now, he even said so to her, so he was just going to have to get over his own guilt - but on his own, so he wouldn’t bother haeun with it.

     after a moment of silence, kiyoung finally nods and a more genuine smile replaces the nervous one he was wearing before. “you’re right,” he agrees with another firm nod. “sorry if i made you feel awkward... i honestly do want us to look back on this and laugh freely about it one day - as good friends,” he adds on, grin growing wider. “but enough sorries, right?”

     letting out a laugh, kiyoung nudges haeun lightly. “true! how many people can say they became friends after hitting them in the face?” he’s surprised with himself at how easy he can go along with the joke now but perhaps his determination to better friends with the younger is already taking effect. “thank god for magic though, huh? did you at least get an excuse from classes or something while it healed?”

[msukiyoung]

eyes on you.

                                      ✧  a closed starter ┊ for CHAEYEON​ !!

     after what kiyoung is now referring to as The Halloween Incident™--in which chaeyeon fell onto him on the carriage ride--he’s been feeling a little on edge around the younger. were his feelings obvious when it happened? did she pick up on them? they carried on like normal afterwards but it still lingered on his mind, if not at the forefront of it then not-so-subtly in the back. much like how chaeyeon always seemed to pop up in front of him at the most random yet somehow perfect times, so did that memories of that night.

     (he was so screwed, truly. why’d he have to fall for his childhood friend?)

     which leads him to his current predicament: what should be a normal study session where he and chaeyeon don’t actually get any work done because they’d be fooling around to the point of almost getting kicked out of the library, but is instead a little too quiet for his taste. normally, they would be making fun of and teasing each other but they were actually studying - or well chaeyeon probably was; kiyoung’s just pretending to. can you blame him though? he has a lot on his mind!

     still, he chances a peek over at the girl and notices she’s not looking at him--thank god--but the books in front of her instead. he wants to let out a relieved sigh but that would give away his staring and he’s not looking for his feelings to be outed just like that.

     (but also, will she notice if his gaze lingers on her a little longer than what most would deem ‘normal’ for friends?)

     his decision is made for him however, when he spots a pen that chaeyeon had been using previously is now on the ground. “chae, you dropped something,” he says (normally!) prior to leaning down, intending to pick it up before the other can so she doesn’t need to do it herself. 

[msukiyoung]

we still.

                                      ✧  a closed starter ┊ for CALLIE​ !!

     with the school year well into quidditch season, it wasn’t surprising that it took up a lot of kiyoung’s thoughts. the sport was one of the few things he truly loved and could see himself pursuing for the rest of his life without tiring of it and with how well hwaseong had been doing in their games for the most part, he was even more hyped up than usual. he was always eager to practice or to talk game plans and strategies, and was often looking up the latest gear and equipment being released.

     it’s why he’s decided to ask callie to come along with him to mokseong village, so he could go look at the new broomsticks that were supposed to arrive that day at brilliant brooms, and because he knows the other is always up for talking quidditch with him but wouldn’t get bored or tired of him - usually, anyways since he does cause her trouble in other ways that would make her tired of him (but that’s another story).

     “callie!” he calls out while jogging up to other when he spots her on campus. “wanna come with me to brilliant brooms? i heard they got some new broomsticks in and i want to see them up close!”

[msukiyoung]

where the wind blows.

                                     ✧  a closed starter ┊ for MALIA​ !!

     the first time byul had run away, kiyoung was obviously scared shitless. it was in his first year at mokseong so he wasn’t familiar with the school or grounds yet and his cat could’ve gone anywhere so to this day, he still believes his fear and worries were warranted. even if byul didn’t seem to like him, she meant the world to him so he would stop at nothing to find her.

     but then the years went by and byul continued to slip away and while he was still worried the next few times she did, after a while kiyoung became used to it. he had to wonder, though: did his cat really hate him that much? she always came back in the end, or he’d find her and she’d return with no fuss (plus there were the times she’d curl up next to him when he was about to sleep) so he assumed she must like him to some extent - or maybe she just tolerated him since he’s the one who feeds her?

     that second thought makes him frown because whenever he gets into a spiral like this, he has to force himself to shake those thoughts away or else he’d be stuck there for a while. he’s come to accept that he’ll probably never understand his cat but there is one thing he knows about her, and that’s her whereabouts every time she’s disappeared this year.

     when he returns to his room and sees that once again, byul is nowhere to be seen, he doesn’t get anxious or feel concerned; he just sighs and takes the now familiar route to the toseong dorms, and asks a student who was leaving to see if malia was around. he’s not sure why but for some reason, he almost always finds his cat in her arms whenever she runs away so before he starts searching for byul in earnest, he decides to see if his prediction is right and she is, in fact, in the arms of the freshman again.

[msukiyoung]

NAHYUN:

○ ▬ @msukiyoung nahyun is remotely tipsy and while she promised her sister not to get shit faced, the girl had a much better idea. sitting a little off the main event of the party just away from the buzzing crowd, she swirls the potion she had kept until this very moment. what better way to kick off a great night than drink a mystery potion, right? just as she was about to chug it down before anyone could stop her, she heard footsteps coming her way, seeing a stumbling, potentially very drunk dude in a spiderman costume heading her way. “hello there spuderman,” she jests, a bright grin on her lips as she holds her potion up towards him.

“wanna join me?!”

     parties were both a blessing and a curse for kiyoung. a blessing because they were fun but also a chance to really let loose and a great opportunty to easily cause some trouble along the way; a curse because he usually ended up drinking way too much during them which only worsens his already weak brain-to-mouth filter and promises that he’ll do something he might regret the next day, if the nasty hangover and headache wasn’t already enough.

     tonight’s potential regret comes in the form of a small girl, a vial, and kiyoung pretty tipsy - enough that he doesn’t really register what’s going on but not black out drunk (yet). he was only meaning to separate himself from the crowds for some air but he finds himself drawn to the other like a moth to a (mischievous) flame. does he have a sense for trouble or something?

     “hello... magic girl?” he asks, slightly confused with the girl’s costume since he didn’t recognize the specific character, only that it looked like one of those magical girl shows he’s seen playing before. that doesn’t stop him from grinning once he hears her question though so kiyoung nods. “okay but what is it?” he was always up for some fun but he at least wanted to know what he was getting himself into.

[msukiyoung]

accident

CHAEYEON:

a mausoleum event starter

✧✧✧      “do you think we could command the thestrals to just … i dunno, let us off?” chaeyeon asks, sighing as she slumps back into her seat, all plans of scaring forgotten. “what if i literally just jump?” she shifts to peek out the window on her side of the carriage, leaning a bit further when nothing happens.       “i mean the view is nice? i guess?”

     the carriage rides were not high up on the list of things kiyoung was planning on doing - although it did (very briefly) cross his mind when he thought about taking one with chaeyeon because it was supposed to be romantic or something, right? but then he remembered she had a boyfriend so there was no reason for him to think she’d go one with him.

     so why was he currently in that situation right now?

     right, because chaeyeon was trying to scare him--how, he’s not really sure when he knows the other is aware of how he doesn’t get scared easily, and also what was creepy about these rides anyways?--but predictably failed and now they were letting thestrals guide them around the castle grounds.

     “genius idea,” kiyoung deadpans, giving her an unimpressed look as he slumps back against the seat. despite the feelings he’s had for the younger since they were children, he’s had years to practice and pretend that they were just friends (and chaeyeon more or less going along with the facade did make it a bit easier to pull off). falling into the easy and familiar bantering between them was only natural at this point. “you’re the reason we’re even going through with this right now so suffer,” he adds on, even sticking his tongue out at her for good measure.

     contrary to his behavior though, he didn’t exactly hate being on the carriage ride with chaeyeon. this is what he (not very) low-key wanted, didn’t he? but he had convinced himself it’d be impossible since she would most definitely want to do this with her boyfriend instead so now that it was happening, he wasn’t prepared.

     “i guess it is a decent view,” kiyoung admits afterwards but any words he was planning on saying next dies in his throat when he sees chaeyeon lean outside the window further than he deemed safe.

     he immediately reaches his arms out, intending to pull her back just in case, only for the carriage to suddenly jerk while she was still peeking out which causes her to tumble backward. “wha--” he splutters, his vision now filled with the girl splayed across his lap. in the costume she’s wearing though, he suddenly feels like he did something wrong so he turns his head to the side, a faint blush dusting his cheeks, and mumbles, “are you okay?”

[msukiyoung]

oopsy.

FRIDAY:

✧✧✧ friday shudders, forcing herself ‘awake’. she inhales sharply through clenched teeth. get a grip. “how—” did you even end up here? asking him that or yourself? her eyes flick to the hwaseong boy to her right, lowering to their interlaced fingers. ??!!?! wait. better question. when did you start holding his hand? “i don’t need a partner for this,” she hisses, yanking her hand back with enough fervor (she hopes) to show her distaste. “so let’s just split up here. you go that way and i’ll go this way—and we’ll both pretend this never happened.” she points, first to the left then the right then at the two of them; as if it’ll better draw the picture. how perfect is it that they’ve come to an impasse anyway. “get it? got it? good.” friday offers a firm nod to show her determination, eyes still stubbornly fixated on his chin. or his nose. or his left brow. anywhere but his face/eyes/lips actually. it’s a quick interaction anyway, and friday just as quick to end it—pivoting on her heel to head down the left open path and round the corner. faster she gets away from here the better. though, maybe her resolve could’ve been stronger. or, maybe it would’ve left more of an impression had she not turned right around to speed walk right back within seconds after; an angry roar of something inhuman nipping her heels.                     “you know what! nevermind! i’ll go this way! yougooverthere!!”

     the thing about kang friday is that she’s a whirlwind - of emotions, of actions, of words. often times, kiyoung has no idea what’s going on in her head like how after catching himself from his almost-fall, the next thing he knows, he’s holding her hand. their fingers are even intertwined and he wonders when that happened - and why. was it just impulse? an old habit that dies hard? when he and friday dated, they did hold hands a lot, kissed a lot... he shakes his head before continuing that thought. there’s no way she still likes him; it’s all probably just a force of habit, one she might not even realize.

     other times it’s clear as day what she’s thinking, like right now when she suddenly pulls her hand away as if finally noticing it being interlocked with his. that meant she probably hated him--or at least his touch--right? or else she wouldn’t have reacted so violently. the words that follow only support his guess even more and he stares dumbly at the girl, arm going limp at his side after being brushed off.

     “i--” he tries saying before being effectively cut off by friday telling him which way to go so they won’t run into each other again. unable to find any time to get another word in when she clearly wants to get rid of him as fast as possible, he can only sigh as he watches her spin on her heel and march down a hallway, thanks to his vision returning as his eyes finally adjusted to the lack of light in the haunted house.

     while he thinks he probably--definitely--deserves this treatment, it still hurts his pride a bit. was he really that bad company?

     although, he does suppose how they ended would call for that. not to mention he then kissed her after they had long broken up, all while half drunk and when he had just been yelling at her about her commentating. they then didn’t speak to each other at all even though there was another quidditch match in between. maybe it was a blessing in disguise that he was immediately rushed to the hospital wing and spent the majority of his time post-match there, instead of having to face friday again.

     he does want to work things out with her though. he just! keeps messing it up by doing another dumb thing and getting her upset all over again. maybe tonight isn’t the night for that, however, so he sighs again.

     just as he’s about to go down the other hallway friday had told him to (if she didn’t want to be around him, he should respect that, right? even if it wasn’t the right way out, he’ll find the exit eventually, he hopes), he hears a yell and a startled and frightened friday running back to where they had started.

     kiyoung’s eyes widen in alarm, his brows raising upwards as he does, and he holds out his arms to stop friday in her tracks without thinking. “what? what happened?” he asks, the curious part of him interested to know what was so scary that the other would’ve turned back so soon, but also a part of him worried for the other. the brief moment allows him to realize-- wait. he was touching her again. as if he had been shocked, he quickly lets go of her and takes a step back for good measure. he did not want friday yelling at him again.

     “okay,” he says instead, not sure if he wanted the girl to answer his previous question or not (or whether she would at all), and pointing towards the direction friday just came from. “i’ll go that way, i guess?”it takes a lot to actually scare himself so he wasn’t particularly afraid of whatever it was that friday had encountered. but now he had another concern: should he leave friday alone? what if the other hallway was just as scary or maybe worse?

     “or...” kiyoung pauses, wonders if he should even bother asking. she would say no anyways so what’s the point? still, he has a faint hope in his chest, like maybe friday wants to try and make things better between them too. should he try?

     “...do you want me to go with you instead? two are better than one, that kind of thing...”

[msukiyoung]

mischief (not) managed.

                        ✧  a mokseong mausoleum starter ┊ for JAMIE !!

     kiyoung is always one for a good prank or getting up to trouble but he knows not everyone shares that thought, especially the professors and prefects. that’s why he was surprised to hear about the ‘mysterious party favors’ and that they were being handed out with approval from professor jung of all people. he supposes halloween is spooky for a reason after all.

     he’s not going to say no to some mischief though and when he had seen what he got, he thought it was perfect for him: a volubilis potion. what better way to play around then by pretending to be someone else and getting them to say weird things? so he wasted no time in devising a plan but his main concern was who should he imitate? there were so many possibilities--like jaewon or taejun being the first ones to come to mind--but those were too obvious choices and most likely expected. no, he had to pick someone else - and that’s when it dawned on him. jamie. she’d probably hit him for it later if--when--she found out about his plan but if he could manage to cause some mishap before she did then he’d accept whatever punishment she’d throw his way.

     so kiyoung tosses back the potion (with a grimace because they don’t often taste good) and gets to work. his first idea is to call people he’s sure jamie knows and talk to them as if he was the older girl, maybe make her say something embarrassing or weird. before he actually makes a call though, he tests out how his voice sounds by talking out loud. “hello, hey, hi,” he says, too absorbed in making sure he sounds like jamie to notice his surroundings. “i'm jamie and i like to eat booger flavored beans--”

[msukiyoung]

by the way.

HAEUN:

since she didn’t go to the last victory party hwaseong threw, she never got the chance to talk to kiyoung about the game. it was really intense and although it had taken forever and she was doing cheers and flips to keep herself warm, she was fully engaged with what was going on. kiyoung had done such a great job during the game. hopefully it wasn’t too weird for her to bring it up now but she hadn’t had the time prior to. “nice spiderman costume,” haeun tells him with a small smile. she has her hands behind her back. it was a little odd to talk to people in her costume still. when she had initially chosen the outfit, she hadn’t anticipated what people would think. the general reaction had been shock followed by offering her a jacket. was she really that exposed? “i wanted to say you played a great game last week.” she tucks her hair behind her ear. it had been charmed to be a fire red just as the comic book character had it. “i think it’s fair to say i was a bit of target practise for you, huh?” @msukiyoung

     it had been a couple weeks since the last quidditch match but kiyoung was still immensely proud of the game, even if it did end in a hospital wing stay because of how many times he--and several others on both teams--got knocked out. victory was sweet though and the amount of times he got hit was worth it in the end - plus, he got his own hits in which was an improvement from the first match that he still beat himself up over to this day. it was less now thanks to the last game’s result but still. he knew he could do better so he was glad he was able to show that.

     the familiar voice startles kiyoung out of his thoughts where he had just been standing off to the side and upon recognizing who the speaker is, he gives her a hesitant smile. he still felt bad for was how he had injured the other before but over time (and with her assuring him every time it was fine), he had tried to accept that maybe he could move on and stop feeling so guilty when she didn’t even want him to. “hi, haeun,” he nods and smiles more comfortably after the comment, feeling himself relax thanks to the casualness of her greeting.

     “thanks. you look good too.” and he means it although he will admit he’s surprised by her costume choice. it’s more... bold? than he would’ve expected from someone who seemed as shy and quiet as haeun but then again, what did he know. and if that’s what she liked or wanted to do then who was he to judge?

     “oh,” he says at first, grateful for the compliment but before he can thank her for it, her last comment stops him in his tracks and he almost chokes on his words. “ah, yeah...” kiyoung stutters out before letting out a nervous laugh and scratching at his neck - a habit of his that he doesn’t even realize he’s doing something.

     “i mean, i woudn’t go that far,” he adds on slowly, a bit defensively but still weakly because he doesn’t think haeun is trying to make him feel bad. he does anyways but he shouldn’t take that out on the other so instead he tries to keep the mood light like the other was most likely intending to by mentioning the incident. “but it did make me re-evaluate how i practice and that i should be more careful... so it feels wrong to say this but i guess i should thank you?” a laugh follows and he glances over at the other apologetically. “so thank you, and for being so... understanding about everything. anyone else wouldn’t have let me off so easily but i would’ve deserved it.”