still beautiful.

— - even seeing you leave is a memory to me. scars that had to form will s o m e d a y heal. in all places, you are g o n e ; but even this e m p t y spot, because it was you, it’s beautiful as it is.

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hanswng.

his fists clenched inside his pockets of his hoodie, not because he was angry; but in a reaction of anxiety hansung couldn’t explain where it was coming from or if he wanted to know what it meant. he had to put it in his head he was there talking to jwoo because he wanted to, not because he was being forced to do it. it would be a lie if he said that he had thought of the older during the years that separated them from his argument with that reunion, because some things he was definitely able to bury — but now there, facing his old friend, he felt so sorry for not having come back and explained to him everything that had happened at the time. he just couldn’t. “ well… i’m sorry i’m that first person for you, ” he shrugged. it was obvious that jiwoo would be happier if he met anyone else, at least someone other who wouldn’t question him for being there as if he were a ghost. gosh— hansung could be so pathetic. “ for someone who’s locked down? good. well, the trick is that i can’t even say i’ve been better, ” he wasn’t right, but it was a time he would not allow himself to remember. “ since i’m your first friend, should i give you a tour? ” he was almost asking with his gaze for jiwoo didn’t make it harder since it already was hard enough to hansung.

    hansung’s candidness stings more than he likes to admit. he’s always been one to wear his heart on his sleeve, so when the other replies, jiwoo visibly reacts, gaze falling and his lips pulling his frown further ---- it’s nearly etched permanently into his expression. compared to how things were between them during their last encounter, the sour expression and his averted eyes are more subtle theatrics. he’s toned down, subdued while conversing with hansung ; it’s his usual coping method, though in this case it doesn’t seem to be working. he gets quiet when he’s anxious to keep people from noticing, but with one on one conversations, pulling focus from himself’s nearly impossible. jiwoo thinks occupying his thoughts and mindlessly nodding along will help the situation, though before he’s given a chance to distract himself, hansung’s speaking again, the posed question somehow registering in his brain. he’s frozen ; surely his brain’s short-circuiting ? that was the last thing he’d envisioned coming from the other, but now that the offer’s there in front of him, jiwoo accepts ( after hesitation subsides ), giving a small nod of his head. “ that’d be... n i c e, actually. ” he attempts a smile, and it’s actually beginning to feel genuine ! despite past anger and frustration, he’s thankful toward hansung, grateful that he’s willing to take the time to show him around. 

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tommyish.

   ‘ oh! well, since i’m more into the art aspect of it – i take things like motion capture, game animation, and level assembly and lightning. it’s a lot with computers. i never really worked with computers a whole lot before, but i got the hang of it pretty quickly. ’  he explained, looking up from his drawing momentarily to smile at the other. ‘ but of course, there’s the math courses too. a lot less fun, in my opinion. ’ tommy would be LYING if he said he didn’t enjoy the other’s company. he’d never had a nice conversation with a stranger about his major before. it was sort of fun to explain it to someone else.

   he smiled shyly at both the mention of his name and the comment about talking with him. his eyes flickered from the sketch ( of bowser ) to jiwoo’s face. ‘ thanks. my mom gave it to me with intentions of living in the U.S, but turns out we came back to live over here. ’  tommy paused, ‘ are you sure, though? i mean, i’m not very good at talking with people. i feel like i’m too BORING. ’

    it’s been less than fifteen minutes and jiwoo’s already ENRAPTURED, finding tommy’s major to be more interesting than his own, despite only knowing the bare minimum. still, the conversation brings a smile to his features, expression composed of soft edges and continuous smiles. he’s always been a sociable person ; loves making friends more than anything, and thankfully, he finds it effortless with tommy. they’re easy to get along with from what he can sense so far. he’s so thankful ! 

    as the mention of tommy living outside of korea, he noticeably perks up. he hasn’t travelled outside of the country himself, so the thought of living anywhere else is foreign ---- well, it’s crossed his mind, but he’s yet to do it. in fact, jiwoo was taught from a young age to never aspire toward leaving, told that he’d stay in korea, continue the lineage of their family name, and make a ( more than ) comfortable living for himself. so when truly thinking about it, he has no idea what else the world holds. “ you were going to live in the u.s. ? ” he blurts out, eyes wider than before. he’s fully turning in his seat now, pens and notebook long forgotten. he sees the drawing and thinks he thinks he recognizes the figure, though isn’t too sure. he’s curious of everything, and makes a mental note to ask tommy about the sketch later ---- he does know one thing though, the drawing’s good ! “ no, definitely not boring, ” he assures with a shake of his head. he’s always been a very animated person. “ you’re really INTERESTING actually ! ”

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jfckimiko.

She smiles brightly at him, eyes watching every single move that he makes. Kimiko knows what she wants, and knows that it’s not hard for her to get it either. “No problem, handsome.” She drawls, long fingernails still tapping on the desk, though her gaze is focused on him rather than the wall now. He’s cute when he’s flustered, she thinks, red lips curled into her signature smirk. “It’s Kimiko, but you can call me anytime.” She’s always been a fan of the cheesy lines, since they pull in guys to where she wants them to be. “And you are?” Her eyebrow raises, looking over his body again. He really is fit, and Kimiko can feel the heat pooling in her stomach. 

    the first compliment took him off guard, but the second ? he’s sure he isn’t hearing things, but rather she is flirting with him ---- that’s what is has to be, right ? or maybe he’s entirely wrong and this is how people are nowadays, overly friendly and open ; he’s not too sure. either way, jiwoo smiles and FORGETS how to speak, successfully at a loss for words for a full minute. when he finally finds his voice ( and words ), he introduces himself, though it’s nowhere near as put together as kimiko’s welcome. “ jiwoo, i’m jiwoo, ” he reiterates, still beaming from ear to ear while the tips of his ears begin to burn, tinged a faint pink along with his cheeks and neck. 

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hanswng.

in a moment of honesty, hansung would never put jiwoo to end up in that place under the conditions he seemed to be. because he was probably forced there like most other kids who filled the building, and even though he had no right to say anything about it since he was there in the same circumstances, hansung would never put the other as someone who should be there, he couldn’t imagine him doing anything bad enough to end up in hongdae. but again, time seemed to be an eternity even if it meant only a few years and much could happen in the midst of it. “ i’m okay, ” it sounded more like a question than a properly answer. it was true, though. in a long time that was the first time he could say he was really okay, or close to it — at least now he could look in the mirror without wanting to punch his reflection and that was already more than a breakthrough. hansung was frowning. he didn’t understand why he needed to stay there and talk to jiwoo, he wasn’t the kind to regret things he had done in the past. but instead of going with his instinct and turning his back on the older, his feet seemed to be planted on the ground. “ you look good, too… but are you good? ” after being staring at jiwoo’s face for a few seconds more than he should, hansung realized something. it was impossible to look at him without remembering his breakdown. it was too much.

    jiwoo doesn’t know why, but he doesn’t expect the conversation to be drawn back toward him. in any other situation he’d be happy to discuss himself, let alone anything with hansung ! but with their history and lingering TENSION, that kind of solace is nearly impossible. he immediately regrets the decision to continue their conversation. still, he swallows the urge to flee because this is his first chance since arriving at hongdae to talk with someone familiar, and he’s determined to make it work ---- if it’s even possible. “ i’m... okay, ” he choses his words carefully, hesitating as he thinks of the right thing to say. it isn’t easy, not with the nagging reminders of their argument ; not with hansung standing in front of him, seeming more intimidating than friendly. it’s a definite difference from previous years. “ i’ve been okay. though adjusting to being here’s been hard ---- you’re the first person i’ve seen here that i actually know. ” jiwoo attempts to follow his reply with a laugh, but it’s forced and awkward, and he can feel heat rising along the back of his neck. he’s nervous, that much is obvious. “ i guess i should ask the same ? are you okay ? well, are you good ? ” he repeats the word with as much emphasis hansung had given it, hoping the question comes across as he intends. he just wants to know if the other’s doing alright, if his mental state’s recovered from how it was after their fight ---- but he doesn’t want a repeat, can’t stand the thought of pushing hansung too far again. 

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jfckimiko.

Kimiko snaps her gum, fingers drumming against the desk as she waits for the professor to show up. As usual, everything was taking the longest time, and Kimiko was ready to walk out of the class before it even started. But she needed to get out of this godforsaken school as son as possible, so she reluctantly stayed in her seat. A voice shot her out of her thoughts, and she turned to face the voice fully, lined eyes scanning the body of the person opposite her, a sly grin curling across her lips. “For anyone else, I’d say yes, but for a 10 like you? Wide open.” She waves her manicured hand, leaning back in the seat as she watches the boy. She doesn’t think this one will be too much of a challenge, not with how NICE he is. 

    her response is UNEXPECTED and it takes a total of two seconds after she’s says it for jiwoo to break into a full blown grin, cheeks tinged with pink. “ oh--- -thank you, ” he says with a noticeable stutter, unable to hide the fact that he’s beyond flustered from the comment that, he thinks, was said in passing ; it probably holds less value than he’s letting on. still, it’s a nice feeling as he moves to sit beside her, now occupying the once empty seat. it’s like a weight’s lifted from his shoulders then, like the girl’s allowance eases some of his existing anxiety and it’s WONDERFUL. he sits back in his chair and sets his bag on the ground, sifting through it for his notebook and pens. “ i don’t think i know your name by the way ? ” he pulls the notebook from his backpack and sets it on the table just as he turns to face the girl next to him. it’s a contrast to most of the students in the class at such an early hour ; he’s all smiles and crescent eyes filled with hope. 

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tommyish.

  ‘ …musculoskeletal? sounds pretty heavy. ’ tommy responded, nodding lightly in agreement. did he have any idea what that meant? not a clue. yet he couldn’t help but smile at the other’s vibrant enthusiasm. it was almost contagious. see, tommy wasn’t really the type of person who would go out of his way to make friends, so he was always thankful when people came to him. he was especially pleased that the other seemed so friendly. it made socializing easier. he shook his head, ‘ no. i’m uh– i’m actually majoring in game design. don’t know if i’m gonna keep that up, though. that’s why i was curious about kinesiology. ’

    the one thing that tommy knew was that money sucks. why does everything have to depend on it? god. people die because of it, people starve because of it, and people sleep in the cold because of it.  and now tommy was worrying how it will effect what he’s gonna do with his life. why couldn’t money just come to him as easy as it did in video games? this major thing was stressing him out, BIGTIME. he turned the page of his notebook, deciding that he wasn’t going to be able focus on math anyway. ‘ li tommy. nice to meet you, jiwoo. if you need to study or anything, don’t worry – i won’t bother you. i’m usually pretty quiet anyways.’ he offered a soft nod and a smile to match, before glancing down at the paper in front of him. pencil in his hand, he began to sketch mindlessly. it was comforting to him. whenever he was bored, and his mother was still alive, he’d always draw his favorite characters. he never thought anything of his talents. it was only until NOW that he decided to put it to use.

    “ it can be, ” he admits with a shrug, completely downplaying the difficulty of his major. it’s not terrible when compared to other subjects--- -he’s not an engineering student, or in training to be a doctor, so it could be WORSE ? whenever he complains he feels a fraction of shame, almost like he doesn’t deserve to talk poorly. the mention of game design piques his jiwoo’s interest though, and all thoughts relating to his own major are gone, filled with question after question regarding the other’s. he has a vague idea of what game design’s courses entail, but he can’t be sure, he’s not in game design after all. “ that sounds so fun ! ” he quips, chin resting on his palm, elbow propped on the table. jiwoo’s visibly more comfortable ; body language relaxed. “ kinesiology’s alright, but it’s nowhere near as CREATIVE as game design ! i’m assuming it’s creative... i wouldn’t know. what kind of courses do you take with that major ? ”

    caught up in his excitement, jiwoo almost forgot to acknowledge tommy’s introduction. “ tommy, that’s a nice name, ” he mentions with a nod in the other’s direction, making no effort to open his text nor even look in its general direction. he feels bad for coming on so strongly, but he’s been recluse for too long ; the human contact’s ADDICTING, drawing him into its comfort alarmingly quick. “ i don’t necessarily need to study right now, i have a bit of time before the test... and besides, i don’t mind talking with you. it’s nice ! ”

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hanswng.

it was a situation he should start getting used to. getting his mind used that his past would always come back to haunt him anyway. see, he didn’t mind seeing jiwoo. if this was just jiwoo, his first friend of dance classes when they were still just kids, the friend who used to drag hansung out of the parties when he got too drunk to find his way alone, the friend he used to have inside jokes with and that they would laugh about anything and everything together, that friend hansung had no problem seeing. but now when he looked at the older’s face he could only see the pillar that had separated two parts of his grief. the one when he kept blaming himself for, and the one when he didn’t care about anything anymore. and indeed, seeing the boy affected him more than much things in all those years. he backs off, thinking of running away from there, but it wasn’t something he could run away from. jiwoo would still be there and they would still be likely to meet in the hallways. “ um… you— it’s been a long time, ” biting his lower lip, only had one worse thing than when people put hansung in uncomfortable situations: when he did that by himself. “ i’m sorry, i didn’t mean to— you know… i just didn’t expect to see you here at all, i guess, ” he shrugged briefly. after clearing his throat, he tried to look less defensive than he was at first sight. “ this is a ridiculous question probably, but do you attend here? ”

    he nods solemnly ; he’s embarrassed to admit that he’s attending hongdae, it means owning up to his dui and the accompanying GUILT. it’s enough to crush him, to ruin his spirit but he buries the pain. he’ll deal with it later, when he isn’t faced with a ghost from his past--- -an old friend ? acquaintance ? he can’t quite decide how to label hansung. expectedly, jiwoo’s doesn’t go into detail when he replies, and instead changes the subject, hoping the other won’t notice. “ i take it you do too ? and it’s okay... i didn’t expect to see you, if i’m being honest. how’ve you been ? ” he pauses, unsure of whether asking that was APPROPRIATE. it’s been years, the two were friends back when they were both enrolled in dance class and they had a falling out--- -that was that. it’s not like they owe each other small talk, but jiwoo’s mental sate’s made solely of confusion ; he’s lonely and tired and seeing someone familiar only makes him want to latch onto them, to attempt to MEND their friendship. he sways slightly, shifting his weight from one foot to the other, hands shoved in his pockets. anxiety’s creeping up into his throat and it’s like he can’t breathe. he looks hansung over, noting the height difference, how he’s grown since the last time they’d seen each other--- -he feels so incredibly small in that moment, like he’s insignificant and it hurts. it all just hurts. 

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    he’s seen her around before ; in the hallways, outside buildings, and at other times, elsewhere on campus. though when he notes that same familiar face in his class, he’s overcome with a sense of RELIEF. jiwoo’s been struggling with making friends, and while he’s never talked with her before, she seems friendly enough and before he’s aware of what he’s doing, he’s sitting down at the desk next to her, smile warm and welcoming. “ hi there ! ” he greets in a light, airy tone. “ is this seat taken ? ” so totally smooth and not CLICHE at all. 

@jfckimiko

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cxry.

Film projects weren’t necessarily difficult for Cory, as a matter of fact– he quite enjoyed putting people out of their comfort zone, catching them by surprise or simply demonstrating their beauty. This particular project was no different. The dark haired fellow held up a camera, glancing through the lens he asked “ How does it make you feel when I tell you that you are 𝒷𝑒𝒶𝓊𝓉𝒾𝒻𝓊𝓁 ? Please describe the feeling to me in DETAIL. “

    whatever he’s expecting, it isn’t that. the question encourages a smile which quickly turns into a LAUGH and he feels warmth rising at the back of his neck. jiwoo’s floored ; when he manages a reply it’s stuttered, words stumbled over. “ that’s--- -wow, i wasn’t, i mean, that was sudden ! ” teeth sink into his lower lip, physically holding in any eventual word vomit. he fists the fabric of his sleeves, tugging them over his knuckles while his palms press against his thighs. when he thinks he’s able, jiwoo speaks again, this time WITHOUT most of the stuttering, though a few slip ups still emerge. “ i mean... it’s a nice feeling ? it makes me happy. compliments always make me happy. though, that’s what they’re supposed to do, so it makes sense, right ? ”

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mxxnhaneul.

The night air was crisp, a cool caress across bronze skin as booted feet sauntered across cracked cement sidewalks. It was two in the morning, streets strangely quiet for the time, and it put him on edge. A thrum of awareness ebbed and flowed as bleary eyes studied overly bright signs. Haneul yawned, a week with minimal sleep beginning to catch up with him, but he was far from home.

Drowsiness a heavy blanket he needed to shed, dark eyes scanned storefronts for a solution to his growing problem. A sign for a cafe caught his attention, direction shifting as he found a new destination. He entered as quietly as possible, tread soft as he ambled up to the register. A quick perusal of the menu was undertaken, catching the eye of the individual behind the counter when he was ready. Giving his order – a coffee, black, with cinnamon – Haneul took a seat at one of the tables and rubbed his eyes. A soft sigh slipped free. 

His only solace was that Jaehee was at a friend’s house that night, slumbering in safety as he worked another unexpected night shift. Not for the first time, a trickle of gratitude tugged at his heart for the support system he’d found in Hongdae. So lost in his own thoughts, Haneul failed to hear someone approach until they were right before him. Dark eyes dragged upward. “Can I help you?”

     late nights and restlessness aren’t uncommon, especially now with his enrolment at hongdae. if anything, they’re familiar, the only consolation he’s able to seek apart from the handful of people he’s met in his first few days. he’s adjusting DECENTLY to the university and being arounf others enrolled, but no matter the time spent there, he remains apprehensive. after all, abandoning the safety of his home only to end up here ; a place where he feels he has to be conscious of everyone because of who they are, it’s an experience that’d put anyone on edge. laughable though, is the fact that jiwoo sees everyone as delinquents ( these intimidating people with troubled pasts and surges of anger ). he often forgets he’s one himself. he’d driven home drunk, actively putting others’ lives in danger ! and maybe the crime wasn’t as profound when compared with others, but it was a CRIME nonetheless. careless--- -jiwoo’s careless, and he condemns himself for it every chance he gets.  

    now these kinds of thoughts ruminate often, but he’s found reprieve in cafe’s, thankfully. he isn’t the BIGGEST fan of caffeine, but tea’s his saviour. nothing grounds him more than a warm cup of tea nestling between cold fingers, pressing against his palms. he frequents shops often, though only recently discovered the seclusion existing at odd hours of the night. it’s like a breath of fresh air the first time he’s met with an empty coffee shop, the owner being the only other person in the room. he quickly learns their name and is sure to thank them before he leaves for his dorm when the sun begins to rise. they’re sweet, and during jiwoo’s downtime between studying they share a few stories. they don’t ask about his past but rather, treat him like a normal human being and he THRIVES ; he loves it. he plans on coming back the next night, and when he does, he’s met with the sight of another in the cafe, their presence eliciting a frown. 

    he’s standing in front of the stranger, aware of their question and he swallows in an attempt to clear his DRIYING throat. “ sorry, i just wasn’t expecting to see anyone here, ” he says honestly, offering a forced smile. he’s normally a friendly person but exhaustion’s growing on him and he’s so far behind on his notes ; he’s having trouble with some of the concepts and without knowing anyone in a similar study field, he’s been left to suffer in silence. it feels like the end of the world sometimes, if he’s being honest. “ then again you probably weren’t either, ” he adds with a laugh, gaze faltering, focusing on the floor. “ i can wait until you’re done. ” he assumes the other’s still ordering, and that him being there is interrupting the exchange. “ i was just about to order a drink, but it can wait. ”

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astrcm.

Fingers grasped onto her phone, pressing down against the sleek metal, anger rising within her fragile exterior. The petite woman felt the full blast of betrayal as her father asked her to cover for him JUST one more time. Wasn’t the first time enough already? She had to live her life under the constant watch of the university because she had given up everything for her father. And that still wasn’t ENOUGH. When would he draw the line? Within a moment, the young woman threw her phone in rage, almost hitting someone in her surrounding area. Bottled up anger, finally escaping her, causing a full blown meltdown. 

    another day, another failed attempt at reaching his sister. it’d been what, one MONTH following the incident that’d pushed his parents to forcibly enrol their son at hongdae ? had his sister kept in contact, he wouldn’t have minded as much because at least then he’d have someone to talk to, a FRIEND to confide in. but right now ? he felt lonely more than anything, and it was draining. for once, jiwoo had taken some time away from his studies ; he could afford the day to himself. he was rested outside, back flush against the trunk of a tree and his legs stretched out in front of him. he opted for keeping his head low and eyes focused on the screen of his phone, and it was a decent distraction save for the call log wherein his sister’s contact filled all its recent spots. 

    he was aimlessly scrolling through his instagram feed when something hit the ground HARD right next to him. “ ah ! ” jiwoo involuntarily flinched, free hand pressed to his heart ; the muscle felt like it was verging on beating out of his chest. “ oh my--- - ” all words failed him as his eyes fell on the person who’d thrown their phone, nearly hitting him square in the head ! he wasn’t a mean person, in fact he was extremely forgiving, believing people sometimes even deserved chance after chance if they truly meant well. so, after initial shock subsided, he reached for the girl’s phone, stood from his spot and closed some of the remaining distance between them. though as he did, he noticed the distress ; how upset the stranger actually looked. “ um, hi there, i think you DROPPED this. ” the use of the word ‘ dropped ’ was comical, she’d practically hurled it in his direction. “ is--- -ah, is everything okay ? ”

[elfvaldez]

W i l l S o l a c e

‘I’m his doctor’

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hanswng.

among all the things hansung particularly detested, one in particular was able to leave him with a headache for several days and that was any kind of homework he had to do with someone else. he hated any groups activity, he really preferred to be alone and apparently the people with whom he was sharing the library table knew about this trait of him because they simply made a decision about what each was going to do without even consulting him. he just put on his headphones and accepted the books that are throwed in his direction. he wasn’t even reading this, scratching the pages when he saw any word that seemed to be on the subject. whenever hansung had to work with some book, he chose the key words among them and everything simply fit. after finishing with his part, he just left without saying goodbye — fuck, he saw those people every day anyway. in the middle of his way, that he was dreaming of going to his home already because he couldn’t even remember how long he had missed his bed the way he was feeling, he tried to take his phone out of his pocket, which was a messy task, and he blamed it when he bump into someone else on his way. he was going to apologize, because really, this time he could handle taking the blame when, suddenly, he heard it.. seriously— what was the problem with ghosts being only in the past? or dead, anyway? he didn’t understand why he had to keep being haunted like that when he had chosen to leave everything behind, but even then there was jiwoo and no matter how many hansung curses in his own mind, that would not change. “ what the fuck are you doing here? ” he can not handle being polite this time. he was in real shock there.

okay, maybe he deserved the anger in hansung’s voice and the coldness of his expression, but cursing ?? though it was one word, that word was SHARP, cutting into him and piercing his heart. realistically, he hadn’t expected much from the other, possibly a mumbled reply or something in passing ?? but jiwoo was hopeful, it was in his nature. maybe he was wishing for a familiar face in the crowd ; it was just unfortunate that the one he’d seen belonged to someone he wasn’t on good terms with. great. ❝ oh--- -nothing, i didn’t want anything i was just--- - ❞ he stumbled over his words, throat dry and itchy. his mouth felt like it was filled with cotton and he was sure he wasn’t making sense. ❝ i’m SORRY, i wasn’t watching where i was going. ❞ jiwoo’s voice dropped below a whisper ; an odd thing to happen. he’d once been so outgoing and filled with confidence, but the drunk driving incident followed by the change in setting and the loss of contact between him and his sister, it was enough to hurt a person, to cause them to withdraw. he shook his head and offered a small, sad smile, as if it could act as some form of compensation for the collision. ❝ it’s good to see you though, you look... good. ❞ it’d be a BLATANT lie if jiwoo admitted to not having missed hansung ; they were close once, it was only natural. but seeing him now, when he was already vulnerable, it hurt that much more. part of him wanted to talk for longer and try to work things out--- -if that was even possible ?? but he he was hesitant. the last time he’d been persistent, their bond snapped and judging from how he felt now, jiwoo was still suffering from it. 

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tommyish.

      tommy intended to make the most of his time at hongdae. it was a MIRACLE he ended up here instead of the alternative. if he studied hard enough, got good grades, and graduated… everything would finally be okay. his mother would be proud and his his sister could shoot for the STARS and never have to worry about money. gosh… he was so grateful. his sister was staying with a foster family until he could come back and finally become his sister’s legal guardian. he visited her at least once every week, bringing small gifts like food, candy, or pencils and stuff like that. she’d always ask him if he had any friends there and what they were like, but tommy always had to explain that friends weren’t really a priority but everyone seemed…nice? and of course, she always teased him about having a secret girlfriend at the university. he’d laugh and assure her there was no girlfriend, and that the most important girl in his life was his annoying little sister.

    though his focus was supposed to be on math homework, his thoughts were elsewhere. his major was in game design, but lately tommy had doubts of whether he should continue down that path. sure, he had fun doing and it made him happy, but what if it isn’t good enough? what if won’t make enough money? he couldn’t let his family down. maybe he should major in… business? economics? what the hell do all the successful, rich people major in?

    these thoughts were suddenly interrupted by the stranger’s voice. his eyes flickered from his notebook to the other male. ‘ oh ! no, it’s fine. uh, go ahead.’ tommy insisted, putting on a smile in return. he took notice of the textbook the other carried. kin-a-whatty? it sounded fancy.  ‘ kinesiology huh? that’s pretty cool.’ and now he’s gonna pretend like he knows what he’s talking about.

    ❝ great, thanks !! ❞ his reply was overly KEEN, but just from their short interaction, jiwoo could feel his confidence returning. honestly, what a difference one person could make ?? he’d gone from being apprehensive and stoic to open and voluble ; it was a welcomed change of pace. his smile widened into a grin, all teeth and dimples and crescent-shaped eyes. he’d missed this, the relaxed atmosphere, the friendly banter--- -friends. after the incident at the party that’d landed him at hongdae, jiwoo hadn’t talked with any of his peers. he couldn’t bring himself to face them, not after the rumours of his sudden disappearance started. his parents would only grow angrier if he said the wrong thing, jiwoo couldn’t risk it. 

    the sudden mention of his major garnered his attention. he hadn’t seen the other before, so he wasn’t too sure if they were majoring in kinesiology too, but nevertheless, he nodded, nudging the book in their direction. ❝ yes !! i actually have an exam soon, believe it or not. the unit we’re on right now is all about musculoskeletal anatomy. there’s so many definitions... i’m drowning in TERMINOLOGY. ❞ jiwoo sighed, sinking into his chair with feigned exhaustion--- -though he was tired, he’d been working incredibly hard at maintaining his grades and study schedule ; those things never came without a price. ❝ are you in KINESIOLOGY too ?? ❞ overstimulated and unable to keep still, jiwoo unzipped his backpack and sifted through its contents for his pencil case and notebook. he settled for a handful of gel pens to use for note taking and turned to the person beside him, becoming too aware of the fact that he still didn’t know their name. ❝ i don’t think i’ve seen you around before... i’m yoon jiwoo. what’s your name ?? ❞ 

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            it was supposed to be an ordinary day— -jiwoo liked to tell himself that his days could still be ORDINARY. he’d woken up with every intention of studying and getting a head start on upcoming assignments. his plan was simple ; pick up tea on his way over to the library and stay there until he found it absolutely impossible to retain anymore information. but when everything came down to it, nothing went according to plan. the first incident happened after he’d bought tea. jiwoo was focused on the repetitions he’d been running and rerunning in his head ; they were definitions for specific terminology he’d been struggling with for weeks now. unaware of his surroundings, his body collided with someone else’s, and his tea spilled down the front of his shirt, soaking it through. after jiwoo profusely apologized— -ten, maybe twenty times, he’d gone home to change, though by the time he’d cleaned up, dressed and was ready to head back out, it was already eleven. jiwoo preferred the crack of dawn over the occupied streets at noon, but he vowed to put up with it as he trudged through the crowd, stare locked on the ground— -which was probably why he’d collided a second time ( just his luck ) with another oncoming stranger. whoever they were, they were solid, built in such a way that it felt like he’d slammed into a brick wall. or maybe it was the fact that he’d already hurt himself earlier, he wasn’t too sure. jiwoo stumbled back, knees quivering as he fought to regain his balance. thankfully, he was sans tea this time around, so his clothes were dry !! turning his chin up to see who he’d run into, jiwoo wasn’t prepared to be met with a familiar set of eyes. his brain immediately short-circuited. he knew those EYES, that nose, those lips— -the stranger was anything but ; he was a familiar face among the crowd, but the realization didn’t bring jiwoo any comfort. if anything, it brought forth a surge of emotions he’d almost succeeded in burying after all this time. ❝ oh my god — ❞ was said in a whisper ; exasperated and filled with disbelief. it’d been what, months, years since they’ve seen each other now ?? jiwoo had lost count. ❝ hansung ?? ❞

@hanswng

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            while he wasn’t too fond of the situation, jiwoo wasn’t entirely vexed over being sent to hongdae either. it had its PERKS, and the library building was by far his favourite. he frequented it often, it was his safe space where he drowned in his studies--- -though his thoughts would eventually fall back to his family. that much was INEVITABLE. he had yet to hear back from his sister despite reaching out to her in every way possible. the silence was deafening and jiwoo’s will was slowly breaking with every unanswered call. he walked into the library with his head hung low. he didn’t look up much now ; he found the other residents intimidating and uninviting. a kinesiology text tucked under his arm and his bag slung over the opposite shoulder, that was how he started every of his outings. the only difference now ?? he noted someone sitting at the table in the corner--- -the one he preferred. it was out of the way, away from the remaining desks. he wasn’t going to say anything, but there was something about the stranger. jiwoo couldn’t quite place what it was, but it was ENOUGH incentive for him. he was tired of being the recluse ; it was too lonely and entirely unlike him. ❝ is this seat taken ?? ❞ the line was a total cliche and he was speaking on a whim, hoping he wasn’t just wasting his time. he sounded hopeful though, and it showed in the way he smiled, soft edged and dimpled. 

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            while i work on getting this blog put together, i figured i’d at least introduce myself !! and give a few points abt jiwoo,, i’m honestly so hyped !! anyway, hello !! i’m daisy, im twenty & i’m actually right in the middle of exam season... i have an exam tomorrow, pray for me. i’m always down for plotting btw, so hmu if you want !! as for jiwoo, i’ll list some important things below, but i’m currently working on a stats/bio page for the sweet lil sunflower. 

he has a younger sister who’s younger than him by 5 years so he always tries 2 be a good example for her, u know ?? he wants her to grow up and achieve her dreams n aspirations. his parents think v highly of both their kids tbh

his parents are both pretty wealthy and have a fairly prevalent social status,, so basically what jiwoo does, matters. he was taught as a child to act with proper etiquette so he didn’t say/do the wrong thing under the public eye

he grew up loving dance -- he was enrolled in a few classes when he was younger, but as he grew older his parents sort of told him he wasn’t allowed to do it anymore. he had to focus on his studies and go into an area of study with a possible future, and bc of his submissiveness, jiwoo agreed. he was upset abt it, but doesn’t talk abt it much bc he thinks doing so means speaking ill of his parents’ decision

he decided on majoring in kinesiology bc that was the subject he was best at,, and he hATES everything focused on math/stats so anything relating 2 that was already oUT of the question  

he wants the best for everyone, always, and puts others first b4 himself :(( 

despite being caught drunk driving, jiwoo doesn’t drink !! the night he got caught was the first time he’d ever had alcohol, and he wouldn’t have driven home but he’s v easy to manipulate, even more so when he’s been drinking, and his friend persuaded him to get behind the wheel. he collided with another driver, but luckily, no one was seriously injured

his parents were furious after finding out abt what happened, and are now basically contemplating what to do, how to keep the situation covered and under control. 4 now, they’ve essentially restricted their daughter from talking to/seeing her brother. they’re under the impression that he’ll taint her good image ?? 

he honestly doesn’t know why he’s here -- well he does know, but he's so meek compared 2 most of the others nd he’s v intimidated and kind of afraid ?? he just wants to make friends so he feels less lonely honestly 

as for personality traits,, he’s just basically v loving and naive, and he falls fast nd hard 4 people. he’s a cuddler, and he has the tendency 2 get clingy but it’s bc he lowkey just wants to feel accepted nd validated from everyone. he thrives on acceptance :(( especially now given that he feels like he let his parents down