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ooc: drop notice

hi again. it’s me, mun rj.

you may know me from my other character, @gunheerk ... if you don’t, now you do! but im sad to say i am dropping both of my characters this week. im actually taking an indefinite break from all rp. it’s been a tough decision but i hope it will ultimately help me as a writer.

if you had an open thread with mk, im sorry i wont be finishing it!! but thank you, sincerely, to everyone who interacted with me and my characters while i was a part of rookies. i learned so much and had so much fun!!

all the best - rj

PS. if you want to keep in touch, im @ sharpgirlrj on twitter!!

instabuddies

rkhyojeong‌:

“i’m glad we got to meet too!” she’s careful as she talks, her thoughts on the things she had seen that day and she’s trying not to get distracted by her own thoughts as she sips on her drink. “well, i don’t mind answering but you might find it interesting …” hyojeong laughs softly to herself, taking another sip of her ade to allow herself a moment to consider how much she wanted to share with this stranger. well, he wasn’t technically a stranger, but this was the first time they had met and they didn’t really now anything about each other

“i usually have dance lessons today but thy were cancelled so i decided to come here,” she explains after a moment, not wanting to give out too much information. not that she thought mk would do something with it, but mostly so she could keep her private life .. well, private. “do you come here often, mk-ssi?”

“Oh, I visit often enough I guess. Almost every time they have a new exhibit. I have a pass!” MK grinned. “I wish I could get a job here, but I’d probably need to take a few more art history classes. I wish I could exhibit my work here someday too… big dreams for an artist who still needs so much practice.” He sighed. Thinking about applying to exhibits and getting a full-time job was exhausting. First MK needed to graduate! And build up his portfolio… and… wait, had Hyojeong said something about dance?

“Did you say your lessons were cancelled? That’s unfortunate. It must not be fun to miss out on that helpful instruction… if I remember anything about dancing, it’s that it takes a lot of practice. But then, I only did it when I had to for school. Performance art is not my usual field. Will you go home and practice by yourself then? I was thinking of heading home soon. I’m very inspired at the moment, maybe I will finish that piece I showed you!”

#rkhyojeong #instabuddies.

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rkhyojeong‌:

“most of my art is just freestyle, if i’m honest,” she laughs a bit and she shrugs, taking a sip of her ade and she glances at his sketchbook again, nodding to herself as she admires his work. “i don’t even title half of my work because i only really doodle.”

his words aren’t wrong though, especially on her bigger and more complicated pieces since those took a lot longer. and if she was colouring them, that would also add a lot of time to her things. and she’s currently more focused on dance, rather than art, which has been mostly pushed to the side to be considered more as a hobby. it’s a bit of a struggle, balancing both, but she’ll manage.

especially because she’ll, probably, always be able to draw but she won’t always be able to dance. so dance is first and foremost in her priorities right now. “i wish i had brought my sketchbook so i could show you,” hyojeong says, almost wistfully. “i didn’t bring it today because i wasn’t originally planning to come here.”

“Hey, it’s okay!” MK smiled. “Now that you know who I am, you can always send me a message if you want to chat about a work in progress! It’s impressive that your art is freestyle. Is creating art cathartic for you? Oh, maybe that’s too personal a question. You said you weren’t even planning on coming to the gallery, why is that? Oh, there I go again.” He sighed.

MK was rambling but he couldn’t help it. He wanted to rush home and work on his piece, but he also didn’t want to ditch his instagram mutual out of the blue. Inspiration was lighting a fire in his mind, but he didn’t forget his manners completely.

“You definitely don’t have to answer my nosy questions. I’m happy to have made a new acquaintance! Even though it wasn’t your original plan, I’m glad you came here today and we got to meet in person.”

#instabuddies.#rkhyojeong

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running late.

rkumji‌:

as soon as the kimbap is placed in front of yewon, she plucks up a piece and pops it into her mouth. the squishy, fishy sound of it fills her head as she chews. it’s good - hyunjoo knows how to roll a nice kimbap. “this is tasty,” she comments, holding her hand up in front of her mouth to avoid being rude. “thank you.”

that’s right, minkyun is an art student. it seems to fit his personality, although with his enthusiasm, yewon can picture him raving about anything he put his mind to. he certainly has the appearance of a creative type, with his dyed hair and pierced ears, and he doesn’t try too hard to fit in. yewon can’t help but think that having an older brother like him would be a lot more fun than the one she has.

“anatomical. you mean like body parts, or nudes?” she says with her usual poker face. while some of her peers still giggle at anything relating to nudity, yewon likes to think herself more mature than that. “yes, i think all forms of art are very important. i wouldn’t mind taking art classes, but all my electives are already full. maybe next year, when i get to university.” on the occasions when her school took trips to art museums, yewon would get annoyed at the other students’ tendency to rush through the exhibits. she preferred to take time to ponder them.

she glances at the window, eyebrows briefly knitting. “i hope minseo isn’t stuck outside. it’s going to rain heavily later.”

“Oh my gosh,” MK startled from thoughts about poetry and artwork. “I should call her. I didn’t realize it was going to rain, and there’s no way she has an umbrella - they’re all in the basket.”

“I’m sorry, I’m going to be a terrible host, but I’ll be right back!” he says, stepping into the hallway and pulling out his phone.

“Hi Minseo. Yes, everything’s fine – wait, no, everything’s not fine! Where are you? Your friend is here waiting and you’re – you’re what? You walked from where? Why did you get off the bus there? You know, it’s supposed to rain later, you’d better hurry up so you don’t get poured on. Yeah, yeah, I know – wait, why are you lecturing me? You’re the one keeping your friend waiting. You’ll be here in ten minutes? You’d better be. Okay I’m hanging up and setting a timer. Hurry up, silly!” He hung up and sauntered back to the kitchen.

MK set the microwave timer for ten minutes. “She promised she’d be home in ten minutes or less. So I have to set this timer. If she doesn’t make it… actually I didn’t think of a creative penalty. Maybe I’ll block her on Instagram for a week. She hates when I do that.” He chuckled to himself.

#Running late.#rkumji

auroraxrk‌:

aurora is shocked. the initial shock passes, leaving her with shut eyes and thin arms held in front of her face in an effort to shield herself from the onslaught of canned substance. she should’ve known- should’ve seen it in the glittering constellations of his eyes. all boys were up to something, and his happened to be sticking to every nook and cranny in her defense. there’s a slight pause of silence, but then the world erupts and it’s as if she’s been shocked into reality, back to the present time continuum. eyes pierce open, ablaze with slowed realization when her fingers thread through her sticky strands. aurora lifts a condescending finger, pointing directly at the boy thundering in laughter mere feet away from her. the door is pushed open as she pokes him in the chest, lips parting to yell at him amidst the cacophony of shrieks that cascade through the hallways. “you asshole do you- do you even understand how long it took me to freaking hair the curl- curl the hair- curl my hair– i mean-”

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Oh no, MK knew immediately, this girl was mad. As she stuttered something about her hair, he gave her a once-over. Yep. He had coated her curls in pink, sticky strings.

The door was wide open now and he could hear other girls, some squeaking, also victims of the spray, others laughing, high pitched giggles pouring out as they noticed their companions struggles.

The girl in front of him looked like she was going to… well, it was hard to read her now that the initial shock had subsided and she was left to deal with the mess. But MK felt bad. None of the other girls appeared to be half as covered in string as this one.

“Hey. I meant to spray that over you, you know, to cause a bit of a ruckus in the room. I didn’t think you’d move so quick… it was dark… oh I’m making excuses. I bet we can find a comb in this house somewhere. Can I help you clean up?”

#a laugh as rich as ochre.#auroraxrk

— ◉ — @rkxmk

#rkfifth #{see my first boy for my ooc post!!}

a laugh as rich as ochre

for @rkxmk ✧*:･ﾟ

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there’s a multitude of colors passing through aurora– ochres and dark, pulsating golds, beautiful reds, soft purples. the air around her is rich in laughter, telling of hidden kisses and impulsive decisions, the fire of alcohol and the electricity of released stress. a traditional party, one she couldn’t fathom why she was at. hours pass, and the girl allows herself to be pulled up the stairs by a girl she’s just met, a girl with cute freckles and sweaty bangs and a name that started with an s–or perhaps an m. w? v? lips pucker ever so gently as the student thinks about this, fiercely racking between her hazy, lilac-filtered thoughts in an effort to uncover the girl’s name. it’s futile, she realizes, giving up and quickly becoming invested in the gaudy gold paper taped to the ceiling in spirals, the confetti raining down from a popper a boy burst above them. the two of them stumble amid red solo cups and scattered snacks in fits of giggles, bare feet clumsily navigating their way to where the girls were hiding out. bubbles of laughter ring out through the air, and the girl finds her shoulders relaxing, gently stumbling over the last step and straightening up with more confidence than perhaps needed. v, as aurora decides to name her, clicks the door’s latch open, dragging the artist inside without hesitation and settling down amongst the tangle of bodies inside. as in most parties, they were all fairly tipsy, and as in most parties, the multitude of girls were playing truth or dare. a slight cynical thought passes through the girl’s mind, but she waves it away, eyes lighting up excitedly as entities she never knew spilled secrets too deep to be told sober. it’s when there’s a knock on the door that she blinks out of her stupor, offering to open the door. “p-password?“ she teases through a little crack, letting an eye peep through at the boy asking for entrance. “you gotta have a password t-to enter!“

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

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MK is holding back his giggles, not one but TWO cans of silly string in hand, preparing to burst into the room where many of the girls at the party had decided they were going to have a secret hideout.

It certainly wasn’t that he was a mean-spirited person, the thought that led him to this course of action. He just saw the silly string sitting around unused. And there had been girls heading upstairs all night, not just in twosomes but alone or in big groups, and boy was he curious. Not to mention getting bored, as he had come to this party by himself and is likely the oldest person there.

So when a girl’s voice stutters through the door that he needs a password to enter, he feels five years old again. He laughs as he positions the nozzle of the spray can above the gatekeeper’s eye and sprays silly string into the room.

The sound of squealing lets him know he’s hit a target.

#a laugh as rich as ochre.#auroraxrk

— exhibition ;

mijoork‌:

mijoo listened as the man introduced himself. she nodded along to what he was saying, eyes drifting from his figure to the works of art on display in front of the two of them. she took a minute to herself and scanned all the details of the painting. it was a lot to take in at first, but ultimately she decided she wanted an explanation. “uncertain happiness is loaded title,” mijoo started. “what exactly does it represent?” she asked, turning around to the artist in question, facing him.

When he heard the woman respond to his work a few moments later, MK could hardly contain himself.

“You’re right! It’s quite a loaded title. I feel like when I create an abstract piece, I have to inspire the audience to question it with what I call it. That’s what leads to participation! Interaction! Catharsis! Ah, forgive me, that’s a bit of a tangent. Let me answer your question.”

He pointed to the largest shape in the painting, an orange splatter hovering over a blue-grey shadow.

“This is the happiness, or, as I viewed it while creating it, the fleeting feeling of creativity I draw on as an artist. It leaves this shadow, because, while it is grand and beautiful, it also can be snatched away at any moment and replaced with the frustration one gets from being unable to create or finish one’s work. You’ll notice that a line is running from the shapes into the remainder of the space. That was intended to describe how it is a fine line between joy and apprehension, an artist’s existence.”

MK put a hand up to his chin, “Yes, that was my thought process. But of course, you are free to take the painting into your own perspective, and I would love to hear how you interpret my work!”

#exhibition.#mijoork

fashionista.

rkellie‌:

she shook her head to the man’s reply, “it’s fine,” bora said before she listened as the man trailed on and on for what seemed like hours. “i’m twenty-two, and sure,” she thought he was harmless, “why not?” she almost gave a sigh of relief when the man said he couldn’t make a purchase. bora came from a very well off family, but that wealth was running out the longer she stayed jobless. window shopping had become one of her best friends. “lead the way.”

“Of course!” MK was thrilled to have made a companion for the moment. “I think the Prada store is this way,” he said, and began to walk.

“You’ll have to forgive me. If it’s good, I’m definitely adding it to my Instagram story for the day… do you like to be in photos? Do you have an Instagram? We can add each other and look back on this as a funny memory some time. Oh look! That’s really splendid,” he said as they arrived at the shopfront.

#fashionista.#rkellie

what runs through his mind

After getting someone to look over his work, MK was full of energy. He had barely managed to stay still in the line at his regular art supply store while buying watercolour paper.

When he got back to his apartment he laid the paper down on the kitchen table, got out his paints and watercolour pencils for detail, and started to make the drawing in his sketchbook come to life in a big way.

Minutes turned into hours. MK forgot about dinner. He forgot about eating and drinking entirely, remaining locked in focus on the 24 by 30 inch portrait.

At one point, he thought he heard his roommate Gunhee, returning from his shift at the bar, but he never looked up from his artwork to check.

It was only when, at 3:44 AM according to the microwave, MK went looking for the last can of grape soda in the fridge that he realized he wasn’t alone in the apartment anymore. Dammit, Gunhee, he’d been saving that.

But he didn’t want to disturb his roommate, who was probably asleep by now (judging from how quiet it was in the apartment). And he was absolutely starving. So MK did what a sensible roommate would do.

He put on a jacket and left the apartment, headed for noodles courtesy of the nearest convenience store.

The last thing MK thought of as he walked out the door was, “I wonder what time Gunhee will wake up tomorrow.”

#solo.#{so sorry to all i owe replies to. theyre on the way i promise. i just need a little extra patience this week. thank u...}

fashionista.

rkellie‌:

bora watched carefully as the man chuckled. she gave a small smile herself, an awkward one albeit but a smile nonetheless. she guessed her comment was funny, and it made him laugh. bora never thought of herself as a comedian, but it was never too late to start. his comment made an actual smile appear on her face. even though her parents had bought her the overpriced scarf, she still took pride in her sense of style. “thank you,” bora said, moving her hands down to touch the soft material. “my parents bought it for me as a graduation gift, i’ve never seen anyone else with one, though.” and it was true, hermès was not only hard to come by, but also hard to justify purchasing. she was taken aback by his abrupt bow. growing up in california, she wasn’t used to this type of greeting. nevertheless, bora got over her shock in an instant and bowed after him. “it’s nice to meet you mk,” the girl said, bending back up. “my name is el-” she caught herself, almost introducing herself as ellie. ‘you’re bora now,’ she thought to herself. ‘my name is bora, nice to meet you.’

“Well Bora… ssi?” MK picked up his drink and took a sip. “Pardon me again, I don’t know if I should be asking a young woman’s age, but I’d hate to be disrespectful. I myself am twenty-four years old. I’m a student at Korea National University of the Arts. And I love fashion, so I like to walk around this district every once and a while. If you enjoy this window display, perhaps you’d like to peruse a few more with me! I want to see the Tory Burch and Prada displays.

“Oh! Don’t get me wrong, I probably can’t afford to make a purchase today. So I won’t be going inside, just admiring what’s in the windows. Unless of course, you have something you’d like to shop for, in which case, I’d love to help you look! What do you say?”

#fashionista.#rkellie

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rkhyojeong‌:

she blinks at it, and she had been surprised that he had just … whipped out his sketchbook and showed her an unfinished drawing. they hadn’t even spoken before today, only having completed the mutual on instagram and then done nothing else, not even really messaged each other. she’s not used to artists willingly showing their art to each other, unless they were close. honestly, the only people she shows unfinished art to is her best friends, and she never posts wip unless she has their approval.

it’s almost an honour.

“i think that’s a great idea,” hyojeong chirps, stirring her drink almost obnoxiously loudly with her straw, wanting to mix all the syrup in before she takes another sip. “and literal is never a bad idea for titles. better than bein’ too abstract, y’know?”

MK nods vigorously as Hyojeong speaks. He absolutely lives for hearing others’ opinions of his work, good or bad. But of course he’s happy to hear that she likes his idea.

“Thanks Hyojeong. I actually don’t mind abstract titles on others’ work, but I tend to be very specific with my own. And I like short titles. Oh boy, I can’t wait to work on the bigger picture when I get home, I’m really feeling the inspiration!”

He smiled. “I would ask if you’re working on anything you’d like to share, but from your instagram it seems you prefer to tease your work and have the final piece be a surprise. Am I right? If you do want to talk about anything artistic though, be it your work, your inspiration, your practice… I’m all ears!”

#instabuddies.#rkhyojeong

fashionista.

rkellie‌:

one of her many bad habits was shopping. although bora came from a rich family, she spent her money semi-wisely. especially now that she was in seoul, jobless. she gazed longingly at the chanel display in front of her, thinking about how marvelous it would be to buy a piece and flaunt it on her instagram for her followers to see. maybe she could tag chanel in and get noticed? but her daydreams were interrupted. the first thing she was concerned about was her scarf. her parents bought it for her as a graduation gift, and although it was pricey, bora treasured it. it was the only thing she had brought to seoul as a reminder of them. whether it was a good or bad reminder, the girl wasn’t sure. she was thankful for was that the man didn’t splash any of the hot drink he was holding onto her clothes. she huffed and shot the man a glare before realizing that he too, was wearing the same expensive scarf she was. she looked down to his hands and then back to his eyes. bora scrutinized the scarf around his neck, wondering if it was genuine. “well,” she said crossing her arms, “at least we could have traded if you got any coffee on it.”

MK couldn’t help himself and he chuckled a little at the woman’s reaction. The thought of them exchanging scarves because of his clumsiness was amusing. There were bound to be good dry cleaners in Gangnam, how else were the fashion-obsessed going to take care of their dry-clean-only garments? But not every fashionista came from wealth like MK.

He considered, for a moment, that even though he made approximately one designer purchase a month, most people, even those perusing the streets of Gangnam, couldn’t afford that. Hell, some probably couldn’t afford the dry cleaning. Maybe this woman was one of them. Without seeing the tag, he couldn’t even tell if her scarf was authentic.

Either way, MK knew better than to start a fuss in front of this store.

“It seems you’re not only forgiving, you also have great taste in accessories. Please pardon me for the near miss! My name is Minkyun, but folks usually call me MK.” He placed his drink on the ground and did a quick bow as he introduced himself.

#fashionista.#rkellie

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rkhyojeong‌:

it’s not everyday that she meets a follower from instagram or even a mutual – well, one, she doesn’t actually post her face ever on her ‘ghyosty’ account so there’s no way of someone recognizing her or anything, and two, her actual instagram that she posts her face on doesn’t have enough followers for people to approach her. so this isn’t an opportunity she’s going to give up too easily, and she gets her drink once they call for it.

she gets a straw from the counter and tosses the plastic wrapper before stabbing her straw into her drink and she stirs it quietly, before she takes a sip. heading to the table she had seen him sit at, and she slides into the seat across from him with a grin. “i won’t bother ya for too long,” hyojeong grins, placing her drink down and leaning her hand on her chin, tucking her hair behind her ear. she catches sight of his sketchbook and her expression lights up. “oooh, whatcha workin’ on?”

MK held up the sketchbook so Hyojeong could see his work.

“I’m thinking of calling this one ‘Growth’… but maybe that’s hitting the nail on the head a little? Also, I’m not sure if the flowers growing from his neck should be more natural? Right now I’ve got a sentimental floral arrangement going on. Since it’s just a sketch, I can change a lot. For the final medium, I’m thinking 24 by 30 inches, watercolor… sorry, I rambled a little bit. Don’t be shy, tell me what you think!”

He smiled, anxiously anticipating getting feedback.

#instabuddies.#rkhyojeong

it builds character.

@rkkihyun

MK knocked on the apartment door for a second time.

“Kihyun! You promised you’d tag along this time. You’d better be getting ready to go…”

He shifted his gym bag on his shoulder and sighed. For a moment, he worried his classmate might not be home, but suddenly, he heard the rustling sounds of someone behind the door.

“That’s right. It’s workout time. Going to the gym always helps me find my inspiration when I’m struggling, so if you need some ideas for our photography assignment this week I’m sure this will help. Besides,” MK smiles for no one but himself, “working out builds character as well as muscle.”

It was a cheesy military sentiment, but he couldn’t help himself. He called out for Kihyun one more time, “you almost ready?”

#it builds character.#rkkihyun

fashionista.

@rkellie

On the streets of Gangnam, MK was strolling by himself, a latte in one hand, eyes inspecting the ritzy storefront displays. There were some nice coordinations out today. He found the Chanel display particularly enticing. But he didn’t enter the store. He didn’t need another designer piece at the moment, especially not since he had just splurged on an exceptionally fine and seasonally appropriate scarf from Hermès.

He took a step back from the window and intended to turn around to continue his walk when he felt a slight bump and the sloshing of coffee as his drink splashed on to the edge of the cup.

“My apologies,” MK said before he even saw who he had bumped into. “The display caught my eye, I’m sorry for getting in your way!”

It was then that his eyes focused and he saw a woman standing in front of him wearing… his scarf? His hands were drawn to his own neck as he felt to make sure he was still wearing his latest purchase. He was, of course. What a coincidence.

#fashionista.#rkellie

— exhibition ;

@rkxmk

she ended her practice early, too tired and frustrated to do anymore dancing that night. ‘it’s just an off day,’ mijoo told herself, trying to push back the irrational worry that she just sucked at dancing. walking through campus, she noticed a crowd of people. she was curious. where were they going? what were they crowding around. it wasn’t until mijoo got closer that she realized it was an art exhibit. she was fascinated. it’s not like she was any good at art herself but she appreciated other people’s talents. mijoo walked in and walked around the room in awe of everyone’s creativity. she stood in front of a painting, abstract in nature. she couldn’t really understand what it was or what it was supposed to represent. mijoo thought it was interesting, though. she saw a man standing in front of it, “excuse, me,” she said, trying to get his attention. “is this yours?” mijoo asked, hoping he could clue her in as to what it was supposed to be.

MK smiled brightly at the curious woman who dared ask him about his latest masterpiece.

“Hello there. Yes, this is my work! Of course, art is open to the audience’s interpretation, so if you like to relate for yourself, I’ll say no more. But if you’re interested, I’d also be happy to tell you about my inspiration for the piece.”

He turned and stood side-by-side with the woman, then politely gestured to the label he’d been standing in front of. It read Uncertain Happiness by Park Minkyun.

“Please enjoy, and let me know if you’d care for an explanation!” He said as he took a step back to allow the woman to inspect his painting.

#exhibition.#mijoork

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