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[nwsoojung-blog]

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(  ripe for the season with @nwchaeyoung​  )

THE FROZEN STRAWBERRIES put up a good fight under the scorching heat, swimming in warm champagne for a few seconds until the coat of ice gives out and dissolves into the bubbles. It’s a rather tough ship to take under the midday sun in Mido, but an oddly satisfying one nonetheless. It’s been weeks since she’s had champagne, and of course the discount rack knockoffs stored in the sharehouse absolutely wouldn’t count even if she were ever desperate enough to try them. 

She tips her glass for a top up. The guy flashes the high-end label a second time, presumably to have another shot at squeezing out an impressed comment out of her since the first time fell flat. He instead gets a roll of eyes dry enough to teach him how to quit it while he’s ahead. Maybe investing in an ice bucket would be a smarter call the next time.

There’s seven of them altogether, the frathouse stench strong enough to overpower the ocean breeze by the docks. They all sound the same too, monotonous and idiotic, roaming around in daddy’s boat that’s just large enough to stir a few overcompensation jokes in the back of her head. A couple of girls they picked off the shore fill out the deck, and they’re eager enough to show their approval to make her sick. 

At least they’re doing something for the environment, cleaning trash out of the beach and all.

Soojung moves across the cockpit, a glass in each hand, ignoring the glances she garners with practiced ease even though she lives on them until she stops next to Chaeyoung, handing her champagne over.

“It’s warm but it’s decent enough.” She fixes her sunglasses against the bridge of her nose, squinting behind them towards the other side of the island visible from their spot, hair tucked behind her ear against the wind. “We could be doing worse. We’ve got a few minutes until they start playing their five hour radio-edit house playlist, since they seem like those people,” her brows lift over the dark frame of her glasses, “but we should be tipsy by then so drink up.”

She takes another swig, pressing against the metal bar to look at the sea below them. “We can always go for a swim if it comes to it.” 

She smiles because it’s a joke, of course, but she arches an eyebrow because it could always come to it.

[nwsoojung-blog]

so i know i already made my intro with my plots, but right now i’m in the mood to write either of these threads, so reply with a number to claim any of them if you like what you see, and i’ll write you a starter pronto.

#1 ;     ( + paradise share house residents ) soojung swears she won’t stay to see the end of this party, which makes her completely appalled to be roped along to work on preparations. warnings for a whiny soojung who will question this muse’s choices in alcohol and food when they hit the local mart.

#2 ;    the heat wave has soojung somewhat nostalgic for home. though she prefers penthouse swimming pools, she caves in and hits the beach like she did back in the hills. for a passing moment, she’s a different soojung than the usual stuck-up bitch, all high spirits in the roller skates she’s had since she was 17, stopping by slushie parlor to cool down when she takes a moment to play with a cute dog whose leash is attached to a human, i guess?

#3 ;     this muse and soojung tag along a group of friends they just met at the beach towards their yacht party at the docks. they’re quite sincerely obnoxious and the girls have had to shove their hands off more than once in the span of an hour, but it’s free champagne and the yacht has a pool, so they’re willing to let it slip as long they can cling to each other.

[nwtae-deactivated20170916]

+. BURNIN’ UP

[nwsoojung-blog]

nwtae:

and then the realization hits her, and her fingers start to pull at her cheeks in an ungodly manner of disapproval, “now it’s going to get even hotter. i told you to kill me fast, not torture me slowly.” the whine in her voice only becomes more prominent as she speaks, hips shifting to the side to allow her a better view ( and she stares, probably not as begrudgingly as she wishes she could ) “now you have to figure out a way to cool us down.”

SOOJUNG IS NOT CUT FOR THE HEAT. Granted, she’s spent most of her life in warmth, brewing along with the mercury filling the thermometer on the wall, just below a boiling point. She doesn’t mind a bit of steam thrown in here and there to keep things spicy, but she is a girl for mild temperatures and cool autumn breeze. From a young age, she established discord between herself and the season for the sun and the sea. She only ever wants to crawl into a sweater and take in the fall breeze into her lungs, speckled with undertones of smog and heavy traffic at 5pm. Summer implies long nights and longer days, memories of being stifled, of death-like boredom, cast away from her life in some penthouse along the shores of Jeju. 

She is extremely lucky to wind up stranded in Mido, of all places.

She wakes up with a plan. It revolved around slipping away from the house as soon as her eyes pried open to find shelter anywhere decently equipped for warm weather, with a functioning air conditioning system. It was a solid little idea, though the loopholes soon came to surface as she found, upon regaining her conscience, that she just didn’t have the energy to dress up and become presentable enough to leave the house.

She was caged in her misery, captive to the object of her contempt.

And with some company.

Ignoring Taeyeon’s attempts at humor is a necessity to maintain peace in the household, the only proper way to dealing with that excuse for an oversized toddler loitering in the couch. She is there for one thing alone, the single working fan in the house. The windows and doors spread wide open don’t make a dent against the heat, pulling her hair up in a bun and stripping down to shorts and a tanktop have served her very little, and she just wants some relief.

As soon as she bends over the fan, the propeller slows down to a full stop. Red alert, despair flashing in her eyes for a hot second. Her finger jams into the button, trying to revive that ancient piece of garbage, but her efforts are futile. This hell hole of a place is laughing in her face, and she has been reduced to a powerless pool of goo in these insufferable weather conditions.

But it gets worse.

“What.” She doesn’t speak, she hisses, eyes narrowed as she whips her head back towards Taeyeon. “I didn’t even touch it, the years of rust must have finally gotten to the engine with how old that thing is.”

Standing back again, her hands land on her hips and she pushes her weight on a foot, spending far more effort to screw her eyebrows in disdain than Taeyeon is worth. The sarcastic smile, on the other hand, is always on the house. “I see you are being quite proactive.”

[nwsoojung-blog]

WELL HELLO THERE. i’m fashionably late but bringing the full package, so we're not far off track. well, first, let me introduce you to beverly hills princess jung soojung, the usual nightmare dressed like a daydream trope token. now watch your attitude because a heiress is in the room, trust fund worth billions of won & fruit of a family-owned real estate empire that ranges from seoul to jeju. off the record, though, her current financial situation is somewhat limited, but you’ll never hear a peep on it out of her, and that’s a two-way courtesy. the self-made lifestyle will never suit her as much as her favorite custom chanel piece, but there’s your lesson not to trust every glossy instagram feed you see. she’s a handful but worth the fight -- you'll just have to take her word on it.

&  moving on, more INFORMATION on her is available, as well as a couple general PLOT DRAFTS that we can get to working on once you hit like on this post, or message me instead, if you’re feeling adventurous. never fret, twitter and kkt are available upon request for those who dislike ims, i got y’all covered.

[addictingkdrama]

[xshayarsha]

Flowerlike, I loved nothing.

Ted Hughes, from Mayday on Holderness. (via xshayarsha)