a flower bud;

Kim Yulhee. 18. Bus Major. Gamma. Closed RP. Not the real idol, Kim Yulhee from Laboum.

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            ❝ Ah, I really like your costume ! ❞ Bright eyes aglow with admiration appraise the other’s choice of dress, a pleasant smile resting on soft features to complete the picture. ❝ Did you make it yourself? ❞

[rmyulhee]

Taken aback by the attention her green costume had garnered, she nearly spat out her drink – the rim of her plastic cup had hit her gum when she was startled. “Oh, er, thank you.” Her voice was barely clear, stifled by her hand as she covered her mouth in case she’d spilled some on her chin. “No, I got it straight from the secondhand shop,” she answered in a cordial tone, masking her embarrassment as she looked at her own costume. “Please don’t exaggerate, it’s just a frog jumpsuit.” She let out a quiet laugh, looking at the other with a pleased expression. "Still, thank you for your compliment."

[rmjinri]

❝ ✿ —— her nose wrinkles with disgust, gaze looking the other up and down before discerning that a) she looked too young to be anything but a freshman, and b) she was not of lotus; with that, slides the bag off her shoulders, pressing it into the other’s hands } you fix it. { * – she pauses, chewing on mint gum annoyedly, contemplatively – the fucking bag was limited edition.  and unlike most fashion related items under her ownership, she could not simply conjure a new one out of thin air. her gum snaps. } or else you buy it.  

[rmyulhee]

A-ah, okay. (/ Noticing the other’s glare, her hands quiver when she almost makes a sloppy attempt in removing the huge blot of curry gravy from the bag. ) I’m really sorry! (/ Cautious of her watchful eyes, she pauses, trying to regain her composure so she could try to ameliorate the current situation by doing a better job but just as she hears about compensation, the bag slips out of her grasp and soon hits the floor with a thud. Immediately recognising what has happened, she utters the same apology for nth time, bowing apologetically and picking up the bag. ) I’m really sorry... (/ Keeping her head low, she furrows her brows, biting on her lips as she glances at the other to see her reaction, thinking about how she shouldn't have been distracted by the monetary value for the bag when they have not yet settled. )

[yoojinns]

M2G

[obscris]

Moving Day || Rome + Yulhee

[obscris]

  Moving his head out of Yulhee’s personal space, he peered down at the young girl carefully. She was sweet and excitable, and ready to take on any challenge thrown her way. It kind of reminded him of how he was when he first came to this school, but that was a long time ago. He was sure she would change one day, just like he did. After all everyone changes. Clearing his throat, he took a look around before bringing his gaze back towards her. “Gamma’s have been in last place for as long as we can remember. We’re not weak, we’re just a little…hardheaded.” He mused bringing his arm to rest on the back of his neck. “Why don’t you show us how capable you are. Today we’re going to play hide and seek. We’ll give you twenty minutes to hide anywhere within the campus. Once those twenty minutes are up, we’ll start looking for you. If you can evade us for an hour, than you’re as good as in, but if not…well…let’s just hope your hiding skills are as good as you’re smile.” 

      Taking a step closer to her, he leaned down and placed his mouth next to her ear. “You see the guy with the blonde hair, on the second floor hanging on the banister. He has wolf physiology, so make sure to avoid him at all cost. If he catches your scent, than you’re as good as done.” He whispered as a sort of aid. “Its okay if they see you, just make sure they don’t touch you. If they do it’s all over.” Whether it was because she reminded him of how he used to be or the sweet looking smile on her lips, it didn’t matter, he just wanted her to succeed. He wanted her to be a Gamma. “Now run.”

[rmyulhee]

Momentarily forgetting about putting up a bluff, her face fell at his announcement about a game she hadn’t been informed; honestly, it wasn’t what she had expected – personal errands, definitely a yes given her newbie status, and interview, yes, she’d prepared one just in case. Hide and seek? Not that she was unprepared for such a simple-sounding game, but she wasn’t prepared for going against the seniors who had the upper hand in combat due to her lack of experience and zero combat power. It then hit her that this was no ordinary university – a stark contrast of her previous lifestyle. She furtively turned her gaze away from Rome, scanning through the group so she could recognise her to-be-captors later in the game and back to the other when she felt a strange tingle down her spine. “Eh?” Her cheeks flushed red, her hand instinctively reaching up to cover her ear when she caught on to what it actually was.

Is he helping her?

Letting her hand drop back to her side, her gaze turned to the person-in-question, trying to remember his distinguishable features, other than his blonde hair, before she turned her attention back to him once again. Whether she should believe him or not wasn’t a question anymore despite his somehow intimidating impression because she chose to believe in his tone – it seemed genuine. Taking a deep breath, she managed to muster a short reply indicating her agreement before she made her move once the signal was given. Her initial plan was to get away from the house as far as she could but the idea alone didn’t sound feasible considering that she needed to hide for an hour and she didn’t know anyone in Gamma, let alone their abilities except one. What would be the best for her was to look for the farthest building she could find within ten minutes or so – one with full of obstacles where she could use her power to delay her captors until the game’s over – and the remaining time would be used for setting the traps up. She hurriedly made her way towards the recreational park, where the five-storey building under renovation work was located right beside it.

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            Shy modesty governed the soul that, despite himself, couldn’t help but blush at her compliment; he had not seen anything special in his correct assumption, so much so that if she had lacked the sincerity to her tone, and had he not already taken her to be one pure and warm of heart, he may have thought her to be mocking him. ❝ Ah, n-no – it was a lucky guess, ❞ he insisted softly with a shake of his head. Any residual fluster of his own stemmed from the courteous honorific extended to him; as he had never seen himself particularly superior to any others here, even those of younger classes, the word still carried too much significance for him to bear comfortably. Still, there was little he could say about it now; their bare lack of acquaintance ordained it so that it was the correct honorific to use, and he could not insist otherwise without sounding improper. ❝ But I’m sorry to have disturbed you; I hope you can find the boy and make his plane fly. I’ll see you around. ❞ Offering a light dip of his head in departure, he turned to continue on his way.

[rmyulhee]

She wanted to rebut his apology, saying that she was the one at fault and he had done nothing wrong but she realised that she’d taken up too much of his time for a mere stranger. These days it was rare to find someone not to brush other away after an exchange of apology for being mistaken for someone else so she didn’t want to intrude on this rarity, his kindness, any longer, especially when she’d received so much from him. “No, it’s my fault. I’m sorry,” she spoke in a soft yet firm tone, bowing in an apologetic stance before she raised her head to watch the senior leave. When she saw him turning his back on her, she did the same thing in the opposite direction although she paused to take a peek at him after a few heavy steps. Confirming that he was out of her sight with a glimpse, she changed her direction to try her luck in searching for the boy.

[ End. ]

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            What a myriad of powers traversed these ancient grounds; each time Lu Han met someone new, it felt as though he was expanding his own understanding of what gifts could comprise. Even after four years here, he had failed to find any two students who shared the same one; it was part of what made asking others about theirs that much more interesting. Yet, he himself was aware ( moreso than most ) of the inherent competition surrounding the exchange of powers. So often what should have been something amicable carried a more sinister undertone of comparison and belittlement. Seldom was the query made with simple curiosity; most took it as a chance to gauge another individual’s utility based on their gift alone, or juxtapose it with one’s own to see whose was better. 

            Thus, in his tone, Lu Han made sure to sound genuine and gentle; it was rare to find someone so pleasant and agreeable as this girl on campus anymore — that alone, almost sadly, confirmed her as a first year. The intrinsic competition within Gumi almost guaranteed that such qualities were beaten out of a person by their second or third year. ❝ So … it’s like transferring weight? Is that what you can do? ❞ There was a better word for it, but he had never been a science person. Junmyeon would know. What would Junmyeon say — ❝ Oh, mass ! Right? You can transfer mass? ❞

[rmyulhee]

“Ah, yes,” it came out as a soft, surprised drawl. It was rare for her, whose power was closely linked to a considerable amount of variations, to find someone who correctly guessed her power as mass transference – it was their first meeting! She knew that she was different from the majority; such power had never gotten her attention or those around her due to its dormant nature until the government official made a visit to her home for an investigation and solved the mysterious yet harmless phenomena that had plagued her neighbourhood for years. “Sunbae, you’re amazing for getting that right,” she politely expressed her astonishment, her eyes twinkling as she wondered how he got it right in one try when she herself never knew about the existence of her power until recently.

[rmjinri]

❝ ✿ —— you have got to be kidding me. ” { * — irritation flickers on fair features, her hands running over the now stained outsides of her canvas purse } “ are those eyes in your face there for decoration or to actually see? ”

[rmyulhee]

I-I’m sorry! (/ Bending her body at the level of her elbows, she chews on her bottom lip to hold back her emotion from showing on her face as she grimaces at her own belated realisation that she’s become stiff at the accidental mess she caused; anything could mislead for wrong reasons and she doesn’t want to get into even deeper trouble. Not with this intimidating student. Without lifting her chin up too much to maintain her posture, she fishes a pocket tissue out of her backpack and extends it to her in hopes that the purse could be salvaged. ) Please use this to wipe the gravy off.

[obscris]

Moving Day || Rome + Yulhee

[obscris]

   Rome smiled at her request, shooting glances at a few of the males beside him. This Yulhee girl was pretty cute, if it wasn’t for the test than he was sure most of them would be scampering around her immediately. Unfortunately for her, once they heard that new Gammas had joined, a couple of them actually agreed on something for once. A test, to see if she could live up to the Gamma name. The value of that name however questionable to everyone else but them. “Don’t worry about calling me sunbae or anything…oppa or even just Rome is fine by me.” He said nonchalantly walking closer towards her.    “Now Yulhee-ah,” every syllable of her name leaving his lips slowly in order to build up some sort of anticipation. “How bad do you want to be a Gamma?” he asked stopping just a few inches a way from her, “Don’t be shy, as of now…we’re all family right?” Honestly, Rome couldn’t help but feel a little bad standing this close to her. She seemed like such a sweet girl, but even if he tried to shut down their plans it wouldn’t of worked anyways. Gammas never listen, but as long as he was there, he was going to make sure they didn’t go too far. That was for sure.   

[rmyulhee]

Was it just her or was there something fishy about the atmosphere? Under the scrutiny of the Gamma members, her smile stiffened a bit as she tried to suppress her discomfort, not letting it to get in her way to impress her seniors. The stiffening of her facial expression would have given away her emotion if the senior who had been addressing her all the while didn’t comment about his preference for an informal honorific, giving her an opportunity to smile as natural as she could. “Ah, okay, oppa,” hesitation subtly hinted in her voice, eyeing Rome coming her way and she lowered her head just enough to express her acquiescence; she was never one to argue with those who were older than her on such a trivial matter even if she felt awkward with those matters at first.

Her eyebrows furrowed in guarded curiosity, heart skipping a beat at her comfort zone being breached by the same senior - which was much more difficult to draw a line. Her gaze flickered to the other’s when she heard him. “Eh?” Realising what he was implying the moment she let out an exclamation of surprise, her look of surprise was replaced with that of confidence. “I can do everything you want me to do,” No longer bothered by their close proximity, she was beaming with renewed confidence. “What should I do now?”

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            Her answer only made the situation a little more confusing, and didn’t seem to even truly be a response to his question. Perplexity married his faultless features in the slight knit of his brow and a faint tilt of the head. What did a can having to do with making a paper plane fly, he couldn’t help but wonder. Not that these thoughts, or her intentions, had much purpose anymore, seeing as the boy and his plane were no longer even present anymore. ❝ He — He ran off, ❞ came the gentle reply, a sympathetic look replacing confusion for the girl’s obvious embarrassment. It wasn’t at all her fault for being landed in such an incongruous situation, but it was awkward all the same.

            Even so, his curiosity remained — his question, in his eyes, still left in the air. ❝ But what were you going to do with the can? How does a can help a plane fly? ❞ Or anything, for that matter, since he recalled now she had asked for anything in replacement — anything he didn’t need. ❝ Does it have to do with your power? ❞

[rmyulhee]

“Oh.” Even she could see that the boy was nowhere to be seen. A sigh escaped her lips, fingers furiously massaging her cheeks in circles, trying to relieve the embarrassment her inattention brought upon herself and focusing on the other who didn’t walk away fortunately after she recognised her mistake and apologised to him because if he did, it would have left her a stronger sense of shame; she was certain that if that had happened, she’d be as red as a tomato. She did expect him to continue his own business after being mistaken for someone else, yet, he didn’t walk away. What’s more, he tried to comply with her request for lending her a disposable object after she demanded from him for the second time given their relation, or lack thereof.

What a kind person, she thought.

Upon his further inquiry on her previous request, she realised that she didn’t give a reasonably comprehensive answer to his question as a new student should have answered – she had not gotten accustomed to her new life. “Yes, I was going to use my power. I wanted to make the paper plane lighter so it can fly farther. With that, it won’t go down to the ground too soon and he won’t feel too disappointed again.” As she recalled how clumsy the simple origami was made, it made clear to her that it was his handiwork. She wanted him to take his pride in it. “The downside is I need to make another object heavier for it to happen.”

[laboumdaily]

150301 Dream Team Recording CR:Studio-G Do Not Edit

[rmyulhee]

( * — weaving through the mass of students, soojung takes her time surveying the booths set up while moving, stopping only when another shoves her way and the lotus twists to avoid — only to have the unfortunate girl lined behind her shoved to the ground as another passes them both. oops. better a stranger than herself, though. nonetheless, the lotus member is kind enough to extend a hand when she turns to face the girl, smiling slightly. ) y'okay?

(/ Nearly letting out a shriek of surprise upon the impact, she feels dull ache over her side and her hands but transient sensation isn’t worthy of her attention. Instead, somethingelse under her has her attention until she notices that it’s gotten slightly darkerthan it was previously and she turns around to look whose shadow has castedover her just in time to answer her question. ) Ah, yes! I’m fine. (/ Noticing thegirl’s hand as an implicit offer of assistance, she doesn’t hesitate to accepther help and gets back on her feet without much problem before she gives her abow out of gratitude. ) Thank you. (/ Concerned about her backpack, she picksup what had cushioned her fall and takes out the crushed water bottle, itscontent still running down the bottle. Wondering if it’s gotten on her skirtseeing that it’s everywhere, she places her hand over her rear end while shetries to look over her shoulder to have a good look at her skirt, holding her backpack close to her chest. )

[obscris]

Moving Day || Rome + Yulhee

     It was the start of the new school year and like every new year, there were always new students. Freshmeat. Freshman. Young teens with a slight glimmer in their eyes hoping that Gumi was going to be the answer to all their dreams. A place to be accepted and surrounded by people just like them, yet are unable to see the condescending nature of that goal. Just like them? No two people are the same, different beliefs, different strengths, and of course different powers. With the stakes of pride on the line, the battle of powers is the true nature of this university. “Welcome to the Gamma House.” Rome yelled out, smiling widely at the young woman just a few feet away from him. Surrounding him were other Gamma members, mostly male scattered along the porch and second floor balcony of the house. They were all staring at her as if she was a piece of meat. “Since the co captains not here, I guess we’re uh….your welcoming committee. Name’s Rome, what’s yours?” 

[rmyulhee]

Uncertainty grew inside her as she got closer to her destination, the legacy house of Gamma. She found her way with the help of a few passersby and not only did they show her the way, they even briefed her about her legacy for which she was truly grateful. However, they shared their opinions on Gamma and their perceptions were mainly negative, making her anxious about her days with Gamma. She wasn’t sure if picking Gamma as her legacy was a right thing to do. But she was certain about one thing – she’d definitely learn many things from her seniors who had their fair share of experience from the monster program and push her power to its fullest potential. Oh, who was she joking with? There was another reason behind her selection – she wanted to meet the senior who’d left the biggest impression on her during the orientation week one more time. With such an amazing person in the legacy, she didn’t doubt that they were the friendliest people out there. They were joking about Gamma being the troublemakers, right?

Not long after she resolvedly made her mind up about her choice, she erased her doubts about Gamma and quickened her pace to get to the house sooner. Before her feet could even touch the porch steps, she was warmly welcomed by the males, presumably the members, albeit looking surprised. “Ah, thank you, sunbae,” she reciprocated Rome’s with a child-like enthusiasm, bowing before him and the members. With her hands folded in front of her tummy, a smile graced her soft features as she proceeded to introduce herself, “I’m Kim Yulhee, first year in business department. Please kindly take care of me!”

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            Anything? Confused but not wanting to disappoint even a stranger’s abrupt request, Lu Han began ruffling quickly through his bag in search of something disposable — the search bore little fruit, however; as he was on his way back from class and halfway to the bike rack, he carried little on his person that was of no use to him. Superfluous items were often quickly discarded to ease weight and clutter; she was asking someone quite ill-suited to the task. ❝ Sorry, I don’t — have … ❞ Words petered out as he glanced down to her again, only to realize that in the interim time she had turned and stood. For a passing second of staggered silence, he beheld the way her expression changed before him, and then took an instinctive step back as she sunk into a low, apologetic bow, cheeks instinctively reddening at the display of such courtesy.

            ❝ Ah, it’s okay, ❞ he hastened to reassure her, reaching out to touch her shoulder but then thinking better of it and letting his hand drop again to his side rather uselessly. All this made much more sense now that he realized it was simply a case of mistaken identity. Expression softening, he glanced behind her, but the boy had taken the opportunity to snatch up his plane again and was gone. ❝ What were you trying to do with a can? ❞

[rmyulhee]

“I’m really sorry, sunbae!” Regretting her impudence the moment she realised that she was apparently talking to a senior, her gaze turned to the left for a second, recalling how she behaved towards him when she mistook him for her friend – what intended to a sign of affability became that of disrespect. The seniority made all the difference. ‘Gosh, why did Yohan leave?’ She subconsciously raised her hand to her mouth in retrospection.

Is he going to reprimand her for that? Engrossed in her reflection, she didn’t register that the boy had disappeared after taking back his plane until the question brought her out of her reverie. “I’m trying to help this child so his paper plane can fly,” she began speaking politely, her voice barely above a whisper but her meekness didn’t last long enough for her to regain her composure – “Huh?” Finally noticing the absence of the paper plane on her left hand, she turned around to look for the boy. “Where’s he?” Her voice faltered at the boy’s disappearance, feeling disappointed for failing her task. “I think I don’t need a can,” she mumbled, a red blush rising to her cheeks.

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            At first, he hadn’t realized she was addressing him. A pair of dark red Beats by Dre dangling from his ears effectively cancelled out any hope of hearing, and had she not suddenly risen to her feet and reached her arm out towards him, impeding his next step towards his destination, he likely would have continued ambling past her without a moment’s consideration. As it was, Lu Han in idleness was not terribly observant, with his thoughts miles distant and gaze unfocused on any one object; he nearly walked past her anyway. ❝ Ah? ❞ Fortunately for the girl’s awkward position, her action startled him enough from his unintentional reverie that he paused long enough to notice she had, in fact, been speaking to him.

            Instinctively tugging one headphone from his ear, he glanced down at her and the child. ❝ Sorry? ❞ Slender brows knit together behind the rim of obscuring sunglasses that concealed mild confusion filtering into his gaze. Having missed the first half of her request, he had yet to realize she mistook him for another, the untimely substitution of his presence for that of her fair-weather friend oddly serendipitous. ❝ I don’t — have a can. ❞

[rmyulhee]

“Anything will do,” she persisted with her request as she didn’t want to quit her mission – it was a simple one; it had to be simple when it came down to brighten the child’s day even if their meeting were to become a one-off encounter. Why would she back away when she was fully capable of doing so? The thing is, she had nothing she could use for mass transference on her.

That was the reason why she made an impulsive request. As her attention turned away from the child, a puff escaped her lips – a tell-tale sign of growing impatience albeit she hardly showed frustration at her friend because he had done nothing to irritate her. She turned to look at him, trying to plead with him. “Something you don’t need can make someone else ha—happy.” Her speech became incoherent towards the end and confusion flashed over her face briefly, followed by realisation and then regret.

Temporarily forgetting about the young boy and his paper plane, she immediately stood upright and made a 90-degree bow to the senior. “I’m sorry for my poor manners! I have mistaken you for someone!”

[rmyulhee]

"It sounds better in Italian.”

Startled by the intrusion into her thoughts, she turned her head to see who gave a suggestion for her marketing project with a befuddled expression that was gradually changing – wait, that’sactually a great idea – and her eyes sparkled with joy as the corners ofher lips curled upwards at her ‘eureka’ moment, thanks to the Italian girl.

Ahh, she could already see the light at the end ofthe tunnel.

“That’s a fantasticidea!” She nearly squeaked, her hands moving to rearrange her notes and joltdown the suggestion in haste before she abruptly stopped writing and turnedaround to give a proper bow out of gratitude. “Thank you very much!”

It struckher then. Wait, why is a stranger helping her in her assignment?  Her name seemed to elude her when she tried toremember if they had met before and it propelled her to get her answer from herdirectly. “Have we met before? In class?” Within that instant, something clickedinside her head for the second time and her gaze fell to a small box ofchocolate treats in front of her – for her research purpose. “Do you want them?”

[rmyulhee]

❝ I have no idea what you’re saying. But count me in! ❞

"We have to do something for that kid.”

She needed to learn how to control her speech when she’s excited; she always speaks really fast under such circumstances. But at least he’d caught the gist of what she was suggesting - or so she thought. She’d have inquired him whether he truly understood her or not had it happened on a different occasion but her attention was completely stolen by what was happening in front of them.

She didn’t even realise that he’d already left without a word and someone else happened to be in the very spot where she expected him.

“Hey, he’s coming this way,” she continued jabbering (and at this point, she’d gotten comfortable with her classmate so she unwittingly didn’t bother to keep up with the formalities), watching a small child tottering in the trail of a flying paper plane. Apparently, it was made badly considering that the child made many attempts to throw the plane with a discontent expression.

She wanted to see a smile instead.

Just as she made her resolution, the paper plane came within her reach, poking her ‘friend’ in his shin before it fell to the ground. Reaching out to pick the paper plane up, she squatted on the ground so she could talk to the child at his eye level although he seemed to be wary of their presence for he immediately stopped in his track, which prompted her to make a request from her ‘friend’.

If the kid isn't going to come closer, she'd send the paper plane back to him after she uses her power on it. 

“Yohan, lend me your can.” Unknowingly placing herself in an awkward spot, she extended her right hand to the male whom she’d mistaken for her friend all the while.

[rmyulhee]

“Are we there yet?”

“Not yet.” A quiet sigh escaped her lips; confusion had begun to get on her nerve as she made another circle around Yeri - clearly not with an ill intention towards her newfound friend whom she met during an orientation briefing in the lecture hall at Gumi an hour ago. Rather than that, she was surveying the commercial district for a clue as to where they should go.

While they continued their long stroll (thanks to Yulhee’s poor navigation), she turned her attention to a square-sized handout on her hand and back to the shop lots on their side. The unfamiliar area didn’t match the description on the handout given by one of the organisers for a gathering - freshman exclusively - and she wanted to affirm that fact once more before coming to a conclusion which she wished that it was a dream.

“Yeri-ssi,” she called out to the other, flashing her an apologetic smile as her cheeks flushed with embarrassment - she was the one who led them to this situation after all. It didn’t help that both girls barely knew each other, just an exchange of greeting and basic information - name and department, and they were together for one reason, that is, the freshman gathering.

“We’re lost.”