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hey guys!! sad to announce that i’ll be dropping seonah immediately, but that’s the way it is! i really enjoyed all my threads, and still have a lot of muse for this character. feel free to unfollow this acc as it will most likely be recycled! i’m still on twitter @ simondismydad you ever need to reach me. thank u for everything and bye!!
[cut me loose] || yuta & seonah
scxyuta:
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With a heavy sigh (he was sighing a lot today, it was almost laughable), he takes one last sweep at the café and finally puts down the wash cloth. He walks from behind the counter to the table she was in and pulls a chair from the table beside hers. He gives her an equally bright smile and sits down, not bothering to take off his black barista apron.
“I’m helping you do it, but don’t think I’m doing your homework for you,” he said, with the mocking smile still on his face.
honestly, if it were just a matter of being helpful or not, she might have actually accepted his refusal. but a smile like that is a challenge, and he knows it.
“is it a crime to come meet my friend in the lovely café he works at?” she asks, slowly drawling through the sentence with a quietly melodical tinge to her words, the way she sort of hums, looking at him with such obvious contentment that it ends up mirroring his mocking expresion. “you always assume bad things about me. i’m hurt, really—”
a hand on heart, for dramatic effect, and she gasps theatrically. the little performance lasts for a brief moment only, until she’s sure he’s warmed up a little. god knows it’s not exactly too soon.
“but you’ll help me a lot with it, right?” a hopeful, blatantly trying smile, as seonah repositions herself: sitting much more forward, legs uncrossing as she half leans on the table, really looking at him. “it’s not like i can just let you ignore me when you look all dolled up,” head tilt, and she reaches to tug lightly at the fabric of his apron. “this is nice, is what i’m saying.”
and just as fast, she leans back.
“i think it’s cozy here anyway. are you having a good day at work?” childish, poignant excitement to the emphasis of work, as if it affected her in any way. suppose a little sugar never did anyone any harm. “it seems pretty quiet right now.”
— numb
scxsehun:
—
( ✉ ➡ drunk ass ) you fucking owe me. ( ✉ ➡ drunk ass ) on my way.
sitting up on bed, sehun stares at the darkness in his room. man, seonah better be nearly dead or something because for once he thought he could finally get to real rest on the weekend. slipping into a clean shirt and a random pair of sweats, he grabs his keys and drives off to where her location was.
his replies probably don’t come in as quick as she imagines that they do, but it’s good enough for her right now. she types away, for the first time in a while, with a surprisingly content smile on her lip.s
sms ➡ mom’s dream boy
✉️ i already said i loved you
✉️ greedy
and then as she’s fixing to send over her location, she suddenly sees things a bit more clearly, prompting a quickfire response in the midst of things:
sms ➡ mom’s dream boy
✉️ ahhh hh nevermind!
she saves herself further embarrassment by leaving it at that, but leaves the relative security of the club area to head out towards the main streets. whatever it is she’s managed to get ahold of, it is letting itself be felt in making her really wobble. sure, seonah was never runway material, but this feels like a stretch.
still though, she makes it, sort of just leaning and clinging to some streetlight as she waits for him, as idle as she can possibly be when her thoughts feel like they’re going so fast that she can’t even keep up.
y'all here on tumblr.edu always talking about some “do you ever think about-” like no i do Not Think Ever. already unrelatable. next
moodboard 2/? — seonah & @scxsana ft. bonus:
— landslide
scxsungkyung:
sungkyung was relieved to at least hear that bit, though she wasn’t sure if perhaps seonah just wasn’t attune to it. when the gossip was about you, naturally, your ears just seemed to find their way to it. “mm, that’s good then,” she simply noted with a shrug. honestly, she was going to continue to live her life no matter what she did hear from others. it wasn’t like their words were really going to change the truth of what really happened. nor was she going to feel obligated to talk about it all the same.
when the other asked if she had heard about her otherwise, sungkyung shook her head. “nope, but i’ve been too busy taking care of a child to really go seek it out?” she felt apologetic towards the other, but she also doubted that seonah would really care if other people were talking about her anyway. at least, that’s what she thought, but sometimes, even her friends surprised her with their preferences.
“i suppose you’re right. life feels … stagnant.” she wasn’t sure if that was the right word to use, but she was just pretty done with high school. she wanted to move on. graduate. do new things in life. actually, college sounded pretty wonderful right about now but would she be able to go far with her daughter now and all. she had once wanted to go abroad but that now seemed improbably.
“i just want to get through the rest of this year in one piece. that’s not too much to ask, right?”
she’s listless, just sitting in place and listening absentmindedly.
“was that supposed to be a jab at me? —ouch.” she remarks, lacking enthusiasm for it to be passed off entirely as a joke. a smile softens the edges, hopefully. she just kind of looks down at the floor, crossing her legs slowly. “it’s fine. i have work, still, and.. other fun things to spend my time on.”
things, people, whatever. the specifics aren’t so important right now.
“being single still feels kind of weird, i guess, but i’ll live.” there’s not a bone in her that’s trying for any sentimentality; it’s a matter of fact statement, only spoken with a barely noticeable hint of a crooked smile, nostalgia or something less pleasant. “you two were close, if i remember correctly?”
“my gf is a cup”
“explain?”
“holds me”
moodboard 2/? — seonah & @scxjoohyuk: the good times
moodboard 1/? — general!seonah
my alignment is chaotic stupid
— sleepyhead
scxjoohyuk:
“seonah. why do you still care about me?” he asks suddenly, feeling as though more than moments, minutes had passed by. he bites at his bottom lip, trying to calm his breathing. joohyuk knows that seonah in fact, does NOT care about him, or for him. while she isn’t a selfish person, she has her limits. he laughs to himself, his hand slipping from his face to his stomach and he stares at the white ceiling. “you’re so— adamant about pursuing me, even after everything happened.” joohyuk for one, as she knew, was all about brutal honesty, he wasn’t one to hide behind things or people, and playing along with her wasn’t right, it never was. joohyuk sits up, running a hand through his hair, his bangs settling as he looks across to her. “i’m not mad, i just wanna know— why me?” i’m tired of being your toy, a target for your affections. his head spins, maybe a headache is oncoming. he knows it was a mistake to let her in. he should of just closed the door.
she knows him to be honest, but can’t help but wonder for a split second —which shows all in her eyes as he declares his change of mind— if she’s suddenly the one getting played around with here.
she’d like to think he has no reason to lie to her, or that he isn’t this good of an actor. but she doesn’t know. she really doesn’t. not anymore. she goes limp, which is good because he shifts away, and she stays put. legs positioned awkwardly from letting go so abruptly until she sits up. her head spins for a second or so, low blood pressure or whatever, but she doesn’t have to look at him to know what he’s doing.
but she does, and it’s disorienting at best. feels like a bad joke, and she laughs, drily, maybe more at herself for looking so dumbfounded than at him for cutting the tension clean through the center just as it strung itself up tight. stuttering into a response that is way too automatic to deserve any further emphasis, “okay.. okay, okay. okay.” she looks away for the first time in a while, and way sooner than she’d have expected to need to.
seonah doesn’t need the shirt anymore. she never wanted to keep it, even as he suggests she does; just wanted to see where it could get her. only this far. she doesn’t claim to be an expert at folding things neatly, but for working with the fabric atop her lap, doing a sloppy job by effect of sudden discomfort, she feels a lot more content putting it down by the side of his bed. the rest must seem old and rehearsed; she inhales, and begins anew.
and out of her comfort zone she keeps herself, because even if it’d be easy for her to start over and try and sway him out of the conversation he wants, she knowss it won’t work. and maybe joohyuk deserves this from her anyway. it takes a lot of restraint though, to just walk on all fours over towards him knowing that she’ll have to stop when she gets there. now, she doesn’t make it that far, because he suddenly sits up and stops in place.
he’s been asking questions and she’s been convienently silent this whole time. moving to sit down instead, more comfortably so with her legs crossed in front of her, careful not to touch him, she figures she’ll stay where she is for a while. there’s some talking to be done, even if she doesn’t want to. even if she absolutely hates it.
“i care about you.” she deadpans, looking straight at him. there’s utter gentleness in her gaze, too soft to be labeled a gaze, but her voice lacks any sign of emotion, for better or worse. “i like you. that hasn’t- changed.” there’s a way between them, some tricks she knows to get through to him, because they’ve been down routes similar to this one before, although not quite the same. a gentle tease in her laughter, she runs her hands through her hair, almost laughing through the smile. her politeness is sullen at best. this is taking a lot. “i’m just trying to.. be natural, around you, i guess? as i’ve always been.. and you know me, right?”
elbows now resting against her legs, hands rubbing slowly back and forth against each other, she falls quiet for a little while. sleepy recollection. she’s trying for something, still, as always.
“do you want me to leave?”
And can you tell me, was it worth it? Really, I don’t want to know.
i never know what’s going on and i believe it’s just very sexy of me to be like that
psa!! i know i’ve left like 5 people hanging on i.m. recently but ! i’ve recently moved aims to @ aemiliana.s and my twitter is @ simondismydad so if u want to plot it’ll be much easier to hit me up there instead (--: i’m nice and i like writing starters u don’t wanna miss out on this
— landslide
scxsungkyung:
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but then seonah was talking about puppies and sungkyung was confused as to just where all that came from. “what?” she laughed even louder, a confused look resting on her face as she looked at seonah. “you are the most random person in the world,” she insisted. the question about being back left her feeling a tad unsettled. “um … for the most part, yeah. i hear some people talking about me behind my back, but you know, that’s expected as much. it’s high school. people endlessly talk about these things. i mean, it doesn’t really take a genius to put one and one together, but it’d be nice if they just came and … actually no. scratch that. i wouldn’t want them to ask me about it. they can just talk as they wish.” she sighed softly.
“how are you? what’s new in life?”
she offers a low laughter as acknowledgement for the other’s comment, although she’d beg to differ. she keeps her gaze on the ceiling, lips slightly pursed, eyebrows slightly furrowed. a lot of slight tonight.
“i’m really not. that’s an exaggeration.” most out of line person in this room, maybe, but even that’s pushing it. at least she’s not the one drooling for attention (and yes, she’d go there) her indifferent expression is soon changed though, small signs of being unsettled showing through on her features, although sungkyung surely can’t see it from where she is. “talking about you? i haven’t heard anything though.”
seonah isn’t one for gossip, admittedly. there are others way more prone to delve into the private lives’ of others. she just cares about her friends.
besides, she’s sure the same type of people who would talk about her friends would be the same people to talk about her too, if not only by association. it’s not like she could be any less concerned by that though.
“i’m fine, i think? have you heard otherwise?” back to a smile, and she sits up on the bed, turning a full 180 degrees so that she’s sitting with her feet on the floor. strangely enough, she feels kind of listless. a stark contrast to her usual, relaxed but ever present self. “i’m just.. working, sometimes. the parties are good, i think. people seem to like them. kind of bored, i suppose. but that’s to be expected in high school, no?”
— flex
( @scxjaerim )
she walks lightly, the spring in her steps attributed to either compensation for the way her muscles quiver with exhaustion, or maybe just anticipation. ‘you can’t do that’ sounded the communal condemnation/challenge from the changing rooms. she’s always been the competetive type. ‘sure i can’ with a preemptive victory smile, classic sly determination. sure she can.
seonah steps out into the gym hall again. a few stray students linger around, some absentmindedly chatting and kicking back against the wall. last class of the day invites sluggishness, she supposes. she’s no different— not really.
“um.”
when she spots him, the teacher that’s just hounded them all around for a good hour, making notes or something (she’s never been into the paperwork parts of anything) she hesitates for a moment to speak up, but settles for the idea of that low-key audacity eventually. why not? she’s just smiling, perfectly harmless, as she walks up to him, and slowly so.
“i was thinking, if you’re not busy..” the if is there because she needs to appeal, after all, but she’s willing to assume that he’ll come through. he has no reason not to. “could you maybe help me stretch?”
for emphasis, she shifts her weight where she stands, making a big deal of subtle signs of tenseness. it’s not exactly untrue.
“my legs feel really sore.”
☾ stay, stay with me
scxjisoo:
newton states that what comes up must go down—but at times like these, jisoo wishes she could defy the laws of physics. her pride keeps her sky high, even when sober, add more shots of liquor than probably healthy and she’s out of this world. the party is full of jisoo’s giggles, complaints, and drunkenly dumb arguments ( ones she hopefully won’t remember in the morning. ) but a girl can only take so much, thus the teen finds herself stumbling up the staircase and into a familiar room. she can only hope that seonah isn’t expecting a knock because an intoxicated jisoo knows no manners ( although it’s not like she knocks when sober anyways. ) gravity ends up placing her on the warm, fuzzy rug with a loud thud.
there isn’t much to say thanks for in situations like this one, where she is awoken by a drunken jisoo stumbling into her room without knocking or any prior warning, but if anything, seonah supposes it’s a relief that she’s in here alone. the only downside of that being that she’s the one who has to (groaning, complaining, and whining as she goes) get up and greet the absolute cold of her room compared to the warmth under her covers while closing the damn door.
no, she’s really not happy about this. the air sends shivers all along her spine and her skin goes from warm and smooth to goosebumps in a split second. pretty sleepwear is never functional, she knows that.
but as she too stumbles, more disoriented than drunk, she manages to croak out a semi-loud “what the fuu-uuck, jisoo?!” though her voice is still essentially a loud whisper, her voice stands out like a morning alarm against the uncanny silence up here. soundproof walls save lives.
it’s another struggle not to step on the other girl where she lays, but seonah is a trained dancer and relatively quick on her feet even her eyes feel both heavy-lidded and new to all the light pouring in from the upstairs hallway. the door is slammed shut and she damn near dies by the sound of it.
jisoo earns herself a weak kick before seonah starts her journey back. just a friendly reminder that she’s absolutely dead to seonah from here on out. just as friends do.
“jesus, couldn’t you find someone to go home with tonight? how did you even know to go here? i—” and she falls back into her bed, way more awake than she’d ever care to be at this hour. but wrapping the covers around herself again feels so incredibly good that the little sacrifice and short moment of suffering almost seems worth it. she exhales. “are you just going to sleep on the ground?”
● party; pjy/ss
scxjr:
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as she gives him permission to show up later and ends with those almost gossip girl style words, jinyoung rolls his eyes, finding it very interesting. no, he doesn’t have any kind of interest or special reason to be at a party but it’s nice to play along, so he just leans closer, shoulders brushing with hers. “well, i don’t kiss and tell or plan and tell. you’d have to wait and see and since you’re the host i believe you’ll get a front row view.”, he winks.
seonah always knew jinyoung was a good sport, but this level of enthusiasm surprises him. so she figures she’ll go along with whatever it is, because why not?
“filming them is.. well, i guess you’re free to do whatever you want.” it’s a compromise at best. she doesn’t care for drama, never has, and fails to see the appeal in the kinds of confrontations he’s describing. everyone has different tastes though. there’s something out there for everyone, this just isn’t her thing. “i’d hope you wouldn’t, but you know you don’t have to listen to me.”
public knowledge at this point, she suspects. the event is held together out of vague mutual respect, and not because people actually care about what she has to say. she controls the music though, which basically makes her god of the evening.
his whole game of implications and sly commentary has her rolling her eyes, gesture softened by fact of her surprisingly shy smile and light laughter as backdrop to her response. she just glances down at him when he moves into her, eyebrows raised, until she looks away but a moment later, looking oh so content.
“are you implying that i’m a voyeurist? because i’m really not, it just gets boring so. .you know,” a pointed look his way; head tilted to the side and lips parted slightly as she relaxes. her gaze shifts slightly for aa second, vacant in apparent though, before her attention is once again directed at him. “i’d rather you just tell me and spare me the visuals.”
[cut me loose] || yuta & seonah
scxyuta:
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The little bell by the café’s entryway rang, snapping him out of his stupor (lord knows he needed to stop getting lost inside his head). He stood back up and put another one of those smiles, only for it to be replaced with a confused look on his face.
“Seonah? What are you doing here?”
her academic record is less than stellar at this point in time, but it’s still something she’d really rather not be reminded by or bother with. everyone brings it up like it’s the end of the world, but she leaves school that day with books in her bag and not too many worries on her mind. there’s work to be done yes, but no use in dwelling on the importance of it. it’ll happen or it won’t.
that being said, seonah knows the limit of her dedication and capabilities well by now. a little help never hurt anyone— and as far as she’s concerned, she wouldn’t really mind being indebted to yuta any more than she already is.
not much of a café person, it takes her a little while and a lot of remembering to find her way to the one he works at. it’s cute, quaint, whatever. probably a nice place to work.
but truth be told, she hadn’t expected him to look like that when he sees her. oh well. the battle may be lost, but the war is not yet over. she just smiles back at him, bright as she can be when she wants something.
“hello to you too.” she mutters, crooked smile taking the edge of the irony. “this is a nice café.”
very matter of fact in both words and actions. she chooses a table fairly close to the counter, setting her bag on one of the chairs, and taking a seat of her own on the chair from which she can comfortably look across the entire room, comfortable seated with her back against the wall. legs crossed, books on the table, she leans forward in her seats and looks at him.
“can’t i just come see my friend? besides, i also brought, as you can see,” a hand of hers is placed firmly, for emphasis, atop the books, smile speaking volumes of i told you so’s. “some schoolwork. so if you’re not busy, maybe you could... help me?”
