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zhiihao‌.

➙ @ripervin

—— IT WAS FAR FROM being his proudest moment or even a good one at all. his head was pounding with the rhythm of a song he vaguely remembered listening the night before, and his mouth felt dry and sticky, as if he had eaten a handful of sand. if someone asked him, he was not sure he would be able to remember how much alcohol had gone into his organism last night. he was only able to remember the bitter taste of whisky — an unusual texture for his mouth, being as used as he was to the friendlier taste of wine. however, if he had to find a bright side, he could say that, at least, he had had a good night sleep, which was unnatural for him. sadly, once he started thinking about the quality of his sleep, faded memories began appearing like flashes right in front of his eyes. the recollection of his fingers running through someone else’s body, the energy that ran along his body and the drunkeness he felt not only from the alcohol, but also from the flavor the female body left in his lips.

to make matters worse, she ( the reason of his annoyance ) was shamelessly sitting right in front of him, looking just as if some sort of demon had given her the task of torturing him for whatever sin he had committed in his past life “ i don’t want to see your face, you don’t want to see mine — let’s get this over with, shall we? ” because destiny was laughing at his face and all that was left for him to do was to stop himself from jumping out of the window next to them “ we finish this damn project and then we never talk to each other again, deal? ”

the good thing about drinking is that it’s a social activity — most of the time. she found that intoxication could forge bonds between people who detest each other when sober. such is the case with her and zhihao, where they found themselves much more civil towards one another with alcohol in their systems.

though, civil is only one way to put it.

this recklessness isn’t entirely characteristic of minseo, but with the recent turn of events ( which she accepts the blame for ), naturally, she sought out the comfort of drinking more eagerly than usual. still, clouded judgement is hardly an excuse, but is she still gonna use it to invalidate last night’s events ?

definitely.

so, one can imagine her reaction when their rituals professor decided to pair the two up for an assignment. spoiler: she was not pleased. what happened the night before has only intensified her hatred towards him, now that she’s very much sober. painfully sober. “ and all i want to see is a bottle of tequila in front of me but we can’t always have what we want, now can we ? ” but he’s right, as much as she hates to admit it.

she hums in agreement, her spells & rituals book flipping open with the flick of her wrist. another wave of the hand and she has candles surrounding him. “ then i suppose you won’t mind being the subject then. ”

#* MINSEO \ chat.#* MINSEO \ ft. zhihao.#zhiihao

inatrcphy-blog

everything goes.

ripervin-blog

inatrcphy‌.

reality sets in quick. severity of the situation at hand. minseo’s perfume clings to him like sin, beckoning rolling waves of memories of night prior. body against body. hip against hip. tongue. teeth. heat. all without a second thought of who. where. why. hyejin.

it isn’t out of the ordinary that his girlfriend comes to mind first. however alcohol ridden, mind hazed and inhibitions free, nothing nothing will excuse this. nothing will save him and her (the added twist that it had been minseo, it had been barry’s girlfriend is not a loss to him) from wrecking havoc on both of their relationships. and gunwoo is plagued with worry from the get-go. unadulterated fear that twists his insides. just how much he’s about to lose easily rings within his being.

he hardly regards her in his daze, hands resting uselessly in his lap. gunwoo is upright, but it feels as if the world is spinning—fast and slow all at once. merciless, his mind is quick to shuffle between piecing together last night to stressing over the future. what is in store for him. what hyejin’s reaction would be. gunwoo doesn’t dare imagine it.

his eyes flick upward at her voice, swallowing around the dryness in his throat. “it—it never happened.” god, just saying the words makes him sick. “i mean, we shouldn’t tell anyone—” gunwoo shifts, unable to meet her eyes while his stomach lurches, tightens in disgust. this was never the plan. never the type of person he wanted to be.

“we were drunk.” he’s grasping at straws. it’s not an excuse. “and we’re both on breaks in terms of our relationships—fuck—” he doesn’t know what else there is to even say, hands reaching for his boxers. “none of this wasn’t supposed to happen.”

don’t get her wrong. minseo is all for hedonism, pleasure, and self-indulgence. but this ? this is so out of character for her. loyal to barry for five years straight, no matter how many shots she threw back, she still had self-restraint. whatever made last night different, she hasn’t got a single fucking clue.

but it’d be unfair for her to get mad at gunwoo, who, judging by his reaction, is just as dumbstruck as she is. after all, she isn’t the only one in a five-year relationship. she isn’t the only one who’s effectively screwed things up. yet, that hardly brings any comfort. no, it doesn’t bring any comfort at all.

just shame, guilt, and disgust.

it takes a moment for her to register his words, let alone realise that he’s talking to her, fair too occupied thinking about what this will inevitably lead to. “ yeah, no shit. ” there’s unintended malice in her voice and she cringes, both at that and the throbbing ache in her head.

“ sorry. i just — ” she lets out a groan, head in her hands and fingers tightly gripping her hair. it takes all of her willpower not to set something in this bedroom ( not hers, must be some other summer witch’s room ) on fire. instead, she takes a deep breath as if that’d slow down her rapidly beating heart. “ right, we’re on breaks. that — i mean, it isn’t that bad. ”

it is. so, so bad.

“ it’s just a one time thing anyway. a silly mistake. ”

#* MINSEO \ chat.#* MINSEO \ ft. gunwoo.#inatrcphy #* MINSEO \ past.

inatrcphy-blog

everything goes.

ripervin-blog

inatrcphy‌.

it is sick. the latest dilemma gunwoo finds himself in. he isn’t a bad person. doesn’t consider himself the type to dance the lines between good and evil. in fact, gunwoo prefers to remain perfectly neutral. neither good or bad. righteous or evil. yet. yet. yet. he was here. bare from the neck down, nestled in a pastel duvet that neither belonged to him or his longtime girlfriend’s.

yet, and this is far more important, the woman in his arms is not noh hyejin. not his girlfriend of five years.

in fact (and this gunwoo notes with the most uncomfortable twist in his gut), a quick glance over the prominent features peeking out from waves of black tresses revealed who it was exactly. worse than a stranger. worse than his worst enemy.

“minseo—” he cringes, shifting with the protest of his sore muscles and pounding in his head. “wake up—fuck.” his arms retreat from around her, hesitating before grasping a thin shoulder, shaking lightly. “minseo.”

he is sick. that’s all there is to it. noh gunwoo, who lived life a neutral party. noh gunwoo, who pushed for a break at the first sign of instability. noh gunwoo, who valued his solitude, his privacy. noh gunwoo, slave to his inhibitions. more sinner than saint.

sick.

his eyes hover over the bare of skin, noting each and every mark lining up her neck. this is sick.

— for @ripervin

it’s all a blur. the music making the walls tremble, the intense drinking games she got herself roped into, the hands on her waist that most definitely did not feel like her boyfriend’s, everything else that followed. still, minseo clings onto that sliver of hope that she’s wrong. that even though this touch is not familiar ( not in this sense, at least ), it’d still be barry beside her.

it isn’t until he speaks that she realises just how bad of a situation she got herself into.

her heart drops.

perhaps she should’ve left as soon as she woke up two hours ago without sparing him a glance. ignorance is bliss after all. better a stranger than a friend. but they’re more than just friends, which makes this far more worse.

“ fuck. ” she finally says after remaining silent for another moment, covering her face with her hands. there isn’t much to process now that she spent two hours doing exactly that. and her conclusion ? if a hole opened up beneath them, she’d gladly let it swallow her whole.

sure, they’re on a break. but that hardly makes things any more acceptable, not with the five years of stability she just effectively tore down all with a single ( drunk ) decision.

she doesn’t look at him when she turns to pick up her discarded shirt on the floor, putting it on with shaky hands. she still doesn’t look at him when she sits up properly, running a hand through her dark hair. “ we - that... jesus christ. ”

#* MINSEO \ ft. gunwoo.#* MINSEO \ chat.#* MINSEO \ everything goes.#inatrcphy #disCOSTING #* MINSEO \ past.

stallicn‌.

@ripervin / PAST pre-break

with her back to him at a distance, she’s an unsuspecting figure through the scatter of students flooding outside to greet the sun, one he picks out with ease. smile sneaky and sweet, a boy caught with nothing more but mischief as he quietly comes up close from behind. from this proximity, he catches the familiar, comforting scent of berries and hibiscus and closes the gap, one palm placed over her eyes. his baritone is a warm hum, light with a hitch of laughter. “guess who.”

one moment, she’s talking to someone about their binding rituals assignment. the next, she has a hand blocking her sight. she immediately knows who it is just from touch alone. a giggle slips out and she places her hand over his. “ oh gee, i wonder... ” she moves his hand away, turning to face him with a tender grin as she interlocks their fingers. her classmate is completely forgotten when she tiptoes to meet his lips. “ got anything planned for tonight ? ”

#* MINSEO \ chat.#* MINSEO \ ft. barry.#stallicn #ew #* MINSEO \ past.

bvdtaste‌.

｡:゜☆｡･ﾟﾟ･｡. SHE SHRUGS WITH A NOD. “ his ego earned him head of house. totally undeserving by the way. nepotism, it’s everywhere. ” she takes another drink, displeased with the temperature of the liquid. “ what’s that spell that permanently chills something?? ” it took her a good five seconds. “ never mind – i remember. ” her fingers moved delicately, as she feels her class cooling down. “ that’s better. ” she leans back into her chair, sipping from her aluminum straw. “ you totally should ask her about it. you just have to pry a little!! a few shots of vodka and she’ll be telling you how much of a piece of shit junho is!! ” she rolls her eyes. “ you should make me sangria and we’ll call it even. ” she snickers, staring out into the yard as she imagines the plan being successfully executed. “ of course i am!! ugh, i would love to set fire to his room, but i really can’t risk getting dropped to class b, that’s social and academic suicide. ”

she’s certain this sentiment is shared among most of the summer witches, aside from the unsuspecting first years. poor kids. “ listen, all i’m gonna say is that him being head of the house doesn’t sit very well with her either. ” she hums, getting up to the bar behind them and following through with hyerim’s request. gotta get that practice for when she becomes a mixologist. “ oh please. just label it as an accident. if the academy seer predicts it, i’ll just tamper with the records. ” she tries the red concoction, topping up her already empty glass with it. she takes an apple slice with her when she returns. “ but i suppose your plan is more foolproof. let’s do it. ”

#bvdtaste #* MINSEO \ chat.#* MINSEO \ ft. hyerim.

“ see ? that wasn’t so bad, now was it ? ” the summer witch stretches in her seat, letting out a satisfied hum. it isn’t often that she’s able to drag bitna to go do classic summer activities with her, seeing as the other girl is just as stubborn as she can be. especially when it comes to physical activity. she’s long given up on getting the winter witch to join a game of volleyball.

she takes a sip from her glass of sangria, offering the waiter a smile when he brings them their food. brunch is an all-year thing, as is yoga. the harsh chill of winter doesn’t faze her, considering she spends most of her time in the warm sanctuary of the summer house. “ so, ” she stirs her drink, lips curved into a smirk when she meets her best friend’s gaze. “ the new yoga instructor is hot. i think he’s a transfer. ”

#* MINSEO \ chat.#* MINSEO \ ft. bitna.#cherryknct

moonswpt‌.

IT WAS NOT an uncommon sight - the self-proclaimed king of summer strewn across a particularly plush reading chair in the academy library. the manner in which he lounged somehow both lazy and elegant. a chalice filled with ruby red liquid he most certainly had no right bringing into close proximity with books balanced in one hand, an ancient spell book flipped open in the other. but he wasn’t there to study. he was bored and maybe some part of him was itching for trouble, a winter witch to pick on or a summer underclassmen to order around. it was only the afternoon and he had no reason to return to the dorms just yet, couldn’t something of just slightest interest occur?

his gaze flickered between the room, his book, and the occasional long sip of wine - which was growing incredibly dull incredibly fast. until at last he found a reason for smugness. ‘ finally. ’ sighed junho with exasperation, eyes settling on the other as he brought the chalice to his lips once more. ‘ you’d think the library would be more populated than this, i was so bored. why don’t you entertain me? ’

stupid fucking magical theory. now, don’t get her wrong. she isn’t terrible at the class. it just bores her. the endless droning, her professor’s monotone words, the essays. so terribly dull. honestly, she could see how the winter witches and warlocks get that reputation of theirs. well-deserved if you ask her, especially when she’s subjected to suffering because of that reputation first-hand in the form of magical theory lessons. that is how she finds herself in the library with the goal of finding a book on the class that is actually interesting.

then she sees a pest on one of the couches. no, not the cute mouse perched on said pest’s neck. ahn junho. she scrunches up her nose when she’s addressed, rolling her eyes before meeting his stare. a snap of fingers. a large flame engulfs his book. she grins, possibly forcibly, possibly not. “ that good enough entertainment for you ? ”

#* MINSEO \ chat.#* MINSEO \ ft. junho.#number 1 junho anti

bvdtaste‌.

｡:゜☆｡･ﾟﾟ･｡. SHE SCOWLS A BIT, watching as junho walked past them. “ it’s funny how he thinks he owns this house, yet, no one likes him. ” sipping on her mimosa. “ he acts like the king. ” putting her sunglasses back on. hands motioning a spell, bringing more drinks to their table. min and hyerim have their fair share of differences, but one thing they share in common: their mutual dislike ( maybe leaning more toward hatred ) toward junho. “ so, has hana told you anything juicy about him yet?? where’s the dirt, the leverage. and why am i the one making you drinks!! aren’t you the mixologist?? ” it was typical of them to sit outside, watching the younger kids doing all the work on the yard as they drank their way into the night. “ you know what we should totally do tonight?? when junho inevitably gets wasted – i should look into his future and see if something bad happens and i can hold it against him and he’ll never know and he’ll get so paranoid that he might ruin the last remaining relationships and friendships he has left. ” she leans back comfortably into the lawn chair. “ i’m such a genius. ” — ( for @ripervin )

her eyes narrow into slits behind her shades when the head of summer walks past. she hums in agreement, taking a sip from her glass. “ his ego’s gotta make up for something. ” she muses, swirling the drink before finishing it up. nothing says bonding time like talking shit about the head of house together with some good alcohol and sunlight. “ should ask hana about it. and no, nothing interesting yet. ” she turns slightly to look at her, picking up a new glass and clinking it against hyerim’s, eyes crinkling behind her shades when she offers her a grin. “ yup ! but thanks for taking the work off my shoulders. ” a silvery laugh slips out at the suggestion and she nods along. “ that is a great plan. i’m down for it if you are. ” another long sip. “ or we could just set fire to his room and call it a day. because let’s be real, is he really worth the effort ? ”

#* MINSEO \ chat.#* MINSEO \ ft. hyerim.#bvdtaste

hewwo !! i’m uber excited for this rp omg i luv me sum witches 😩 anw i got two babies atm, one summer babe and one spring dumbass ! i’ll leave info about them under the cut and pls smash that like button if you wanna plot !! i also got discord and twt if you prefer plotting on either !