OH NO!

CLOSED OC RP ACCOUNT

[suriyuns]

FROM THE DESK OF … . @tanakenji​!

Finally, he’s alone. His mother had stuck around for hour upon hour, which was more time than the two of them had spent together alone in God knows how long. It must’ve been at least ten years since the two of them had spent any notable amount of time alone, as his mother had always been busy with work, and eventually, Kenji had become busy with things of his own. He has to admit, he hadn’t hated having her around that day. She had seemed genuine about her change of heart, and much to his surprise, he had found her presence comforting.

His sister had come to visit after school, after receiving a text from their mother. Her visit had been filled with tears on both parts. As much as he loves his sister, Kenji is relieved his mother made Mina leave. Her presence had reminded him just how ashamed he is of himself, of what he has become. The tears that had begun to flow freely once she entered the room hadn’t helped, only making him feel even more guilty about being a disappointment for his entire family.

The oldest Tanaka has yet to visit, which is more than fine with Kenji. It stings a bit, knowing he works in the very same building, and he can’t even spare five minutes to go see his son. But then again, his father is the last person Kenji wants to see. His mother had barely mentioned him during their earlier conversation, making it safe to assume the two of them were not on the same page when it comes to their son. Which isn’t surprising, really. He has learned not to expect more from the man.

After no more than thirty minutes alone, he hears the doorknob turning. Assuming it’s the nurse, he doesn’t look up from his phone, continuing his mindless scrolling down his different social media platforms. He knows this is probably the last thing he should be doing with his time, as seeing how perfect people were painting their lives to be was doing nothing but make him feel worse about himself. It’s not until he hears a familiar voice that he lifts his head, eyes slightly widened in surprise. His heart lurches once he sees who’s standing in front of him, his eyes finding the brown orbs of the person he had perhaps longed to see the most.  

“Chai?” he breathes out, putting his phone away as he sits up more in bed, an attempt at looking at least a little bit more presentable. “How did you—” The answer comes to him before he can finish asking the question. Mina. He had completely forgotten the two of them have met. She must’ve taken it upon herself to let his roommate know, knowing Kenji definitely wasn’t planning on doing it anytime soon, too ashamed to admit anything. He supposes she did the right thing — the younger did deserve to know why he wasn’t at home. Kenji doesn’t want him to worry unnecessarily.

“Hi,” he replies, a weak smile accompanying his words. “Uhm, yeah, of course that’s fine.” He’s unsure of what to say or do next. While he’s glad to see his roommate, part of him wishes it had been literally anyone else coming to see him. He’d even take his father. Chai was never supposed to find out, not like this. Kenji doesn’t even want to imagine what the younger must be thinking about him at the moment. But then again, he must care. At least enough to visit.

There’s a silence. Kenji thinks maybe Chai is finding this situation to be just as hard as he is. After all, it’s not every day you have to visit your roommate in the hospital following a drug overdose. “Uh, sit down.” He nods towards the chair next to his bed, previously occupied by his mother. The silence stretches on, and he has nothing to fill it with. He hates silences, especially ones like these, that feel almost impossible to fill. If only he wasn’t stuck to the heart monitor, he could’ve gotten up, wrapped himself around the younger male, felt his familiar warmth. It would’ve made their greeting less awkward, he imagines. Instead, all he has to help himself with are words.

“Uh… How are you?” he asks, though he should probably be the one answering that question.

✎  —–   "DON’T hate your sister, but she may or may not have texted me you’re in the hospital, okay. I hope I’m not overstepping by visiting you.” Chai offers another small smile as he takes the moment to then step into the room, setting his bag down onto the floor near the edge of the bed. There’s a moment of hesitation before Chai then makes to sit down on the chair offered to him, keenly aware of how close it was to the older’s bed. It was probably from Kenji’s mom whenever she visited; nonetheless, Chai doesn’t bother to push the chair away. It feels a little... rude to do so. And plus, it’s not like Kenji was physically sick. Or whatever. Chai didn’t have to worry about catching some deathly cold or something. 

The young artist chuckles at Kenji’s next question---he could sense the awkwardness between them. He had his money on the fact that Kenji was perhaps one-hundred percent not expecting Chai to visit him, so soon at that. He really hoped he wasn’t overstepping his boundaries as ‘just a roommate’ by doing this If he really had to, he’d leave. But he didn’t want to. Not yet. Hopefully Kenji would let him stay at least for another five minutes.

“I should be asking you that, but I’m sure you’ve been getting that question a lot today. You’re okay though, right? I really hope so.” Chai smiles and looks down into his lap as he trails off, unsure of what to say next. Another silence falls between them as Chai is at a loss of words---how does one talk to someone else when they’ve just... overdosed? It’s all new to the young artist; his mind is racing with worry, but at the same time, he doesn’t know what to say. He wished he was more prepared.

Absently, Chai lifts his hand to rest it on the edge of the bed, finger playing with the hospital’s sheets as he avoids looking at Kenji. He stays like that for a few moments as he tries to think of something to say, only glancing up when he meekly mumbles out. “How long are you in here for..? If.. it’s a while, I can stop by sometimes to drop off things for you..? Don’t you like some special snack from the market down the street.. I could bring some of those?”

[suriyuns]

WYCHAI → SURIYUNS

Hi! Nana here to say that I’m turning Chai into an indie muse here on tumblr. That being said, I’d still love to write with a number of you if you want to. Just message me and I’ll refollow your Wonyang blog ( I unfollowed most everyone, sorry! nothing personal, I just don’t want anything to do with Wonyang in general anymore ), or feel free to follow me here on your indie or multimuse if you’d rather write there. I also have a mumu I’m working on bringing back, so feel free to hit me up and I can give you the link to follow me there instead. Feel free to unfollow me though, I understand since I’m going indie and no longer part of the directory.

Anyways, I’m going through a mass rehaul of some of Chai’s pages to adjust the fictional city of Wonyang into Seoul. Otherwise, he’s still pretty much the same old Chai as you all know! Sorry to be leaving suddenly and without warning, as well as dropping threads and connections. I hope you all can forgive me for this.

If this is the last time we meet, then it was nice while it lasted! Thanks for welcoming Chai into your muse’s lives! I hope to run into a number of you sometime in the future!

[suriyuns]

FROM THE DESK OF … . @wymoonlian!     ↳ NOTES :  CLOSED STARTER ; LIAN + CHAI .

✎  —–   "LIAN NOONA!” the young artist nearly shouts as he opens the front door, intaking a deep breath as he stands there in the doorframe. His eyes are hopeful, a little empty, staring deep at the person in front of him. It was safe to say that Chai had been patiently awaiting the other’s arrival to his apartment---it wasn’t every day he decided to reach out to friends for impromptu company. But he felt like he needed it, and he didn’t feel like burdening his roommate with less than happy thoughts when there was already so much on their plate. So he called Lian instead. He knew she was someone to rely on anyways. He was in good hands.

Chai steps to the side to welcome the older female in to his living space, using a free hand to gesture her towards the couch where she could sit if she felt like it. The same hand comes up to thread through his hair after he closes the front door, body remaining near it as he asks in casual conversation. He knows he didn’t tell her exactly why he had asked her over, and he didn’t exactly feel like revealing it now. Maybe he wouldn’t say it at all. It wasn’t necessary to enjoy your company with someone, was it? Chai didn’t think so. “Did you want anything to drink? I don’t have a lot but there’s stuff. But.. I was thinking maybe we could catch up on some movies you haven’t seen yet! Or go get some dinner. I feel like I haven't seen you in a while, noona. Consider it my treat.” the artist flashes a small smile when he’s through, looking at her to wait for a response. 

[suriyuns]

FROM THE DESK OF … . @wykenji!

To say Kenji is nervous, would be a massive understatement. Nervous doesn’t even begin to cover what he’s feeling right now. He doesn’t want to be dramatic, but what he’s about to do might be the most nerve-wracking thing he has ever had to go through in his life. Even more nerve-wracking than the time he had to face his father’s wrath after being sorted into Hufflepuff. ( the most useless house, filled with a bunch of airheads, according to his dad ). He’s about to ask Chai, the boy he’s had the biggest crush on for well over a year now, if he wants to go with him to the Yule Ball.

As expected, he finds Chai in the library, hidden away in the history section. Thankfully, the younger is alone, allowing for a more private conversation. “Chai?” Kenji calls out carefully as he approaches him, hoping he’s not interrupting the Ravenclaw in the middle of an important study session. A deep breath is taken before he says anything else, followed by a shaky exhale. “I, uh, I was j–just wondering…” His words are coming out as a stutter, thickly laced with nervousness. He swallows before trying again, determined to get his message across this time.

Come on, Kenji. It’s just like Jae said—what’s the worst that could happen?

“I was just wondering if you’d like to go to the Yule Ball. Uh, with me. As a… date.” His cheeks have reddened by the time he finishes his sentence, a rosy red warming his features. He bites his lip, anxiously awaiting Chai’s response.

✎  —–   AS always, Chai is stuck with his nose in a book in the back corner of the library. The history section, row four, his favorite place to be. It’s become known amongst some of his peers that this area was where he frequented; if anyone needed him and couldn’t find him roaming the halls, it was more than likely Chai was here, reading. No one dared to sit in his unofficial spot after the first few months of Chai staking claim at the small study desk at the end of the row, even if the young wizard was open to sharing it with others. The desk wasn’t technically his, after all.

But today, no one has decided to sit in his desk, and so Chai is left to pile up books upon books on the small surface, flipping through them with delicate fingers as the time passes on. He’s about to finish his third on muggle gaming when the familiar sound of footsteps pads in his direction, and his head raises when an unfamiliar voice calls out his name. 

“Huh---” Chai begins, blinking up at the stranger---no, scratch that, not a stranger. An acquaintance at most: it was Tanaka Kenji, an older Hufflepuff who he’s seen pass through the corridors. Occasionally he’d wave to him, but that was the extent of any sort of interaction they’ve ever had.. so whatever did he want now? Chai shuts his book to turn himself in the direction of the older to give him full attention, brow raised in question as it’s obvious Kenji is struggling to say something. “Wondering what...?”

Chai’s words die in his throat when Kenji finally asks.

“O-Oh---” is all he manages to stammer out, and the telltale sign of a blush is blossoming onto his cheeks, visible even in the dim light of the library. This was the last thing he had been expecting that afternoon, to be asked to the Yule Ball, let alone by Kenji. By Kenji, a near stranger to Chai. But something was stirring in Chai’s chest as he sits there at the desk, a feeling he couldn’t remember having when a handful of others had attempted to ask him in the weeks prior. Something was different with Kenji asking. Something so different, and it’s leaving Chai a stuttering mess as he stares almost dumbfounded up at the older male. 

“M-Me---?” he finally manages to say after seconds pass, index finger coming over to point at his own chest. “Are you asking.. me to the Yule Ball with you..? Me, Chai, who.. who uhm.. just--- me, Chai, of all people?” He swallows as he still sits there, cheeks darkening a deeper shade of red. “Me--- You--- asking... me, for real?”

[suriyuns]

( TASK 002 )    YULE BALL : CHAIYA SURIYUN!

ARE THEY EVEN INTERESTED IN THE YULE BALL? DO THEY HAVE A PARTNER IN MIND TO ASK, OR PERHAPS ALREADY INVITED SOMEBODY?

Chai is as interested in the Yule ball as anyone else is, however there’s nothing specifically he’s looking forward to in relation to it all. He simply sees the event as another social gathering with his peers; a celebration thrown by his school and nothing more. Just a chance to get to know people better and have a fun time doing something that doesn’t involve classes or spells or studying. Thus, Chai’s not really going to “find” his true love or whatever or even bother with a date, he’s mostly just going to socialize and enjoy himself.

That being said, again, Chai has no one in mind to ask. He doesn’t think much of his students in that regard; he’s never had any crush or interest in any of his peers. Not that it’s a bad thing, he just simply hasn’t had any interest in attempting to date or putting himself out there. Sure, he’s been approached by a few people to be their date for the Yule Ball, yet in the end turned them all down, politely of course. To make up for it he’s offered to dance with each and every one of them at least once, just because. At this point, he’s intending to just go alone or with a small friend group.

IS YOUR MUSE QUICK TO STEP FORWARD TO VOLUNTEER TO DANCE? CAN THEY DANCE WELL OR DO THEY HAVE TWO LEFT FEET? OR ARE THEY REMAINED SEATED, WATCHING EVERYONE FROM AFAR?

Being the prefect and good boy that he is, he’d volunteer to dance if and when no one else would ( or if it was obvious the class was too shy to do so ). He’s willing to take that first step to help ease everyone into a comfortable atmosphere, even if it means demonstrating the steps with the professor in front of the whole class for a few minutes. However, at the Yule Ball itself, given that the event is much larger than a classroom full of peers, Chai would be a little more hesitant, simply because it’s more nerve wracking. But after a few minutes of contemplation, he’d again be willing to step out onto the dance floor with a willing partner to kick off the dancing shenanigans. He believes in making sure everyone around him is having a good time, so if he must be that first person to kick things off, then so be it. 

In terms of his dance abilities, Chai isn’t the best of dancers, but he also isn’t the worst. He has all his feet intact ( no left ones, thank god! ), but that still doesn’t mean he’s proficient at the practice. He’s grateful he at least doesn’t stumble much during practices with the professor, and hopes by the time the Yule Ball comes he’ll perfect his dancing skills even more. He only sits at the tables when he’d like to take a small break, or spend a few minutes socializing with friends.

ARE BUTTERFLIES FLUTTERING IN THEIR STOMACH WELL IN ADVANCE FOR THE BIG NIGHT OR WILL THEIR CONFIDENCE GUIDE THEM?

Chai feels little to no butterfly-type emotions about the Yule Ball... yet. So far, he’s just generally excited to be attending and seeing the way the Great Hall will be decorated for the occasion, as well as meet new people from the visiting schools. He considers himself fairly confident in any other instance outside the Yule Ball, so if needed, he’ll let his confidence guide him throughout the night.

Who knows what’ll happen though when that person finally asks him to the ball. ( heh.. stay tuned, everyone )

[suriyuns]

FROM THE DESK OF … . @wykj & @wykenji !

         The text message that he had received came out of the blue, he had only met @wychai​ briefly once in his entire existence and it was merely an accident. a stretch of time ago, jin was the substitute dealer for their roommate, a coincidence that had lead to this very text today. brows come to furrow at the words on the screen, immense confusion lathering across his features, contorting his face into a series of agonising wrinkles and disfigured expressions of utter ridiculousness. something about a dungeon, maybe a captive? he had a lot of questions, did the captive come with the dungeon? was this dungeon downstairs from where the other lived, or was it just smack bang in the middle of the living room? he has been to their place several times to fake the friendship between him and @wykenji, guising the true motives of their dealership. and so, he found out that kenji was the captive of this so called dungeon.

almost as if it were a dream, he found himself driving to the location of the others, hand balled up into a fist to knock against the door of their home.  ❝ uh… it’s jin. i came for a… dungeon… inspection… i think… thats… uh… what you requested? ❞ the obvious confusion lathered in with the immense mixture of both awkwardness and just overall uncertainty, evident in his tone.

✎  —–   HE knows it must feel weird to suddenly receive a text from someone you barely know, but Chai felt like it was important. Or rather. Just something silly that Jin needed to be a part of. For the record, Jin was his roommate’s good friend, wasn’t he? That was why for that brief period of time he was always over dropping stuff off? Hell, Chai even took some of those ‘deliveries’ for Kenji, setting the wrapped boxes down in front of his roommate’s door. So it’s only fair that when Chai gets wrapped up in some elaborate demonstration ( is it even appropriate to call it that? ) that he text his roommate’s best friend so they can be involved too. Or maybe it was Chai too embarrassed to be doing this alone.

The young artist perks up when he hears a knock at the front door, nearly bolting from his room to reach the entrance to his oh so humble abode. It felt like hours since Chai had last received the “I’m on my way” text from the other; he was growing impatient waiting to show off the creation he had come up with. And plus, it was no fun if his captive just sat there all day!

“HYUNG!” Chai shouts almost too eagerly as he opens the front door with his arms up in the air. His choice of attire wasn’t the most normal either--t-he hem of a pink-fringed skirt was hanging out from under his oversized sweater---but he chooses to dismiss it as he steps aside to welcome Jin in. “YES! That’s exactly what I’ve asked you over for. Please please. Come and inspect my newly built dungeon and tell me. Is it to your liking! I need expert approval!!” He points across his apartment to direct Jin where to go, his finger aiming at his bedroom door with a crudely taped sign reading “CHAI’S DUNGEON” written across it. “OH! But please, don’t disturb our prisoner too much inside, if that’s okay!!”

[suriyuns]

( TASK 001 )    RAVENCLAW : CHAIYA SURIYUN!

WHAT IS YOUR SCHOOL, HOUSE, AND YEAR? DO YOU HAVE A SENSE OF HOUSE PRIDE?

I attend Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Fifth year. Ravenclaw. Sorted into this house because of my studious habits, a little stereotypical, I know, but I suppose it isn’t far off the mark. I spend most of my time when not doing prefect tasks studying, so. I’d like to believe I have a sense of Ravenclaw pride; I’m happy I was sorted into this house my first year. I wouldn’t switch it for another, even if the other houses may be just as great.

WHAT CHARACTER TRAITS DOES YOUR MUSE HAVE IN RELATION TO THEIR HOUSE? WHICH ARE DIFFERENT?

Like the assumed traits, I like to call myself studios. Witty. Full of wisdom ( or at least trying my best ). Original. Whatever. I do have a knack for academics and work as hard as I can to achieve high marks and be well versed in the subjects I’m taking. I’m not as curious, though, as most Ravenclaws are, but that doesn’t mean the desire isn’t there when needed...! And given my slight stubbornness... sometimes I don’t act the most rational either...

WHAT IS YOU BLOOD STATUS? HOW DO YOU FEEL ABOUT OTHER BLOOD STATUSES?

I was born from muggle parents. Muggle-born, if you will. I mean, I’ll admit there are times where I’ve wished I was a pure blood, but I’m happy with my upbringing. My mom is supportive despite not being a witch herself. As for others.. I don’t really mind what people are. As long as they aren’t prejudice or rude.

WHAT IS YOUR WAND TYPE?

I was told it was rare, but I’m seeing more and more people with it. Or maybe I’m just hearing things. But my wand is made of apple wood, ten and a half inches, dragon heartstring core. Reasonably supple, whatever that means. I hear it’s like that because I’m so... nice. And also can’t cast a jinx onto someone for my life. 

WHAT IS YOUR PET?

I have a toad named Bogart. It’s kind of unconventional and many tried to convince me to get an owl instead, but I was just.. drawn to the toad. I can’t explain why! He’s just so cute...

ARE YOU A PREFECT OR HEAD BOY / GIRL?

I was chosen as a prefect for this year. I feel honored. I wasn’t exactly expecting this. I plan to do my best and not let anyone down. I hope I’m not too strict either.. or too lenient. I guess we’ll see. I hold this title highly. I’m hoping it could lead me to become Head Boy in my seventh year.

DO YOU PLAY QUIDDITCH? IF SO, WHAT IS YOUR POSITION?

I don’t play Quidditch. I’m not one for the contact sport.. I don’t mind watching it, though. It’s fun and instills a sense of Ravenclaw pride in me at times.

IF YOU ARE A PROFESSOR, WHAT SUBJECT(S) DO YOU TEACH? WHAT SCHOOL AND HOUSE WERE YOU IN WHEN ATTENDING SCHOOL AS A STUDENT?

I’m not a professor yet, but it’s something I’m thinking about becoming. I’d quite like that career choice. Not sure if I’m going to follow through with this or choose something else, but I know my decision has to be made soon for the N.E.W.T exams at the end of my seventh year.

SOME NOTES: Chai in this AU is less artistic and more generally studious and more well versed in Wizard and Muggle Histories ( a main area of focus for him ). Nonetheless, he finds his strengths in the creation of things as one would with art, like potions class, etc. He’s also a bit more proper in speech and mannerism because he’s so studious, as well as a newfound prefect in his fifth year. He works just as much, however, as he does in the normal Wonyang roleplay ( staying up way too late, studying to no end every minute of the day, never sleeping, etc ), and it’s obviously a problem but he refuses to acknowledge it. Oh, and like in Wonyang, if you let him, he’ll begin to geek out about nerdy topics he otherwise doesn’t usually share with others. And he’s got a weak spot for ice cream and candy. 

BANNER CREDIT: LINK

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FROM THE DESK OF … . @wyxminah!

“You were.” [*slowly nodding her head in agreement with herself to make it look more convincing] “I own a restaurant, Chai. I cook and I bake at home a lot. If you tell me the only way to cook cup noodles is just pouring hot water over it and leaving it for three minutes- You’ve got a loooooong way ahead of you.”

[*pursing her lips and folding her arms as she speaks with both utter bullshit and wisdom combined altogether in one example] “But, like I said.. Why make things complicated for yourself when you can enjoy things simply?” [*pausing in thought, she taps her lower lip with her index finger.]

“Let’s say you want to eat a fresh mango. You have a basket of mango on your table and you have a mango tree on your yard. Do you go out and climb the tree or eat the ones on the table?” [*eyeing him for his answer] “Oh, do I? I should start charging people for my advices then. That will be eight dollars!” [*laughing as she playfully hits his arm, grinning widely after] “The cup noodles sound better of an example, doesn’t it? More appealing to the palate- I mean! To the mind.”

✎  —–   LISTEN, I’m not the brightest tool in the shed when it comes to these things! ( ` he laughs, eyes crinkling as he’s amused with himself in his own brief lapse of intelligence ) Okay okay, noona I believe you. You have better cooking skills than me, that’s for sure. ( ` he nods his head with her before continuing on. ) I suppose that’s a good way to put things.. sometimes, living simply is better. And this is one of those moments. Why make it more complicated, like you said. When I can simplify the situation and just.. make things a whole lot easier. Without taking a shortcut. The fair way. ( ` there’s another nod of his head and he folds his arms across his chest; his attention is fully on her as she explains again with another comparison ) So. Sure I want mangoes.. and sure. That’s.. right. As proactive as I may be, I’d much rather eat those mangoes on the table. It’s closer and more convenient. But hey, noona, not to just. play devil’s advocate. I just wanna know your thoughts on it. But let’s say those mangoes on the table are starting to rot, but the ones on the tree are perfectly ripe? What do you do then? Eat the rotting ones or get the fresh ones? Go for the convenience or put in the effort to get the visibly better looking ones? ( ` a brow is raised as he waits for an answer from her, though he’s only asking out of pure curiosity and nothing more. ) Anyways. Mangoes aside. You should charge for these bouts of wisdom you spew... but let my first session be free! ( ` he laughs softly and offers a wide grin after ) The first one is always on the house... Kidding. But. I like both examples. Mangoes or cup noodles. Both are making me hungry though, noona. Now I want mangoes and cup noodles.. what an odd combination. Can’t say I’ve ever heard of someone eating those at the same time. Have you ever tried cup noodles and mangoes.. or fruit in general for that matter?

[suriyuns]

FROM THE DESK OF … . @wyjieun!

“Chai! Welcome,” she greets the male, not long after he enters the salon. Jieun had been excited when she saw her neighbor had made an appointment, even going as far as insisting she take it, despite her co-worker being the one to receive his call. Her request had been met with questions, but she had reassured her co-worker that Chai was a friend, and he certainly wouldn’t mind her taking over the appointment, at all. Which was taking it a bit far — the two were acquaintances at most, as they knew each other mostly just by association. But she had seen an opportunity here, to finally get to the bottom of a potential romance she had been hearing about from Insu. And what better source than one of the people directly involved?

“The other hairdressers’ schedules were a bit busy, so I ended up taking over your appointment. Hope that’s okay,” she tells him, her usual cheerful smile shining at him. It’s a lie, but she sees no problem with stretching the truth a bit if it’s for a good cause. And this was for a good cause — appeasing her curiosity.

“Please, follow me,” she tells him once she gets his approval, leading him towards one of the empty chairs. “I was told you wanted a color change, yes?” She looks to him for confirmation. “What color were you thinking?”

✎  —–   THERE’S a smile on his face as he enters the salon, greeted with a familiar feeling he can’t exactly place. It wasn’t the first time he had been in the particular establishment however, but it was the first time he had been in it in a long, long time. Chai booked himself an appointment for that afternoon on an absolute whim: for some reason, waking up and seeing his fading blond hair stand disheveled along his temple disappointed him. So he decided on a change.

“Jieun noona, hello!” the young artist raises a hand as he approaches the older female---they weren't the closest of friends, mere acquaintances at most, but he liked to believe he at least knew her face. She was close friends with Insu, if he remembered correctly. So by default, Chai figured he should at least know her face. “Mm? That’s fine with me. I sort of just made it without a real thought about who’d do it. Just as long as the job was done.” Chai laughs softly after the statement and offers a small shrug of his shoulders; he really truly did not care who did his appointment, just as long as they didn’t majorly fuck up his hair. Jieun seemed like she knew what she was doing, so he felt no reason to protest.

At the direction of her hand he moves to sit in an empty chair, setting his small backpack down onto the floor under the counter, out of the way. He scratches the side of his neck as he looks at himself in the mirror, gaze traveling from his hair to Jieun as she asks what he wants. Chai gestures absently to his hair while responding, brow knitting as he thinks through his statements. “Uhm. I didn’t have too much in mind, but I’m sick of this blond thing I have going on? I was thinking maybe. Switching it up again. Back to black? But I’m not sure how black might look on me right now. I also want my hair to finally breathe again after having so much bleach in it for this damn look.” Chai rolls his eyes with a small smile, setting his hands down into his lap. “What do you think? Black a good choice? You probably know more about this stuff than me, so.”

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FROM THE DESK OF … . @wykenji!   ↳ NOTES :  A STARTER . TRIGGER WARNINGS FOR: MENTIONS OF DRUG ABUSE

✎  —–   STEPPING through the corridors of the blinding hospital wings, Chai feels his heart growing heavier and heavier with each passing step. It was the last place he was expecting himself to be that afternoon, let alone, the last person he expected to be visiting in the facility for that matter. He knew things were a little... off with the person in question, but he never thought it was this bad. But then again, Chai was never one to pry in the private life of others, so why should he be so surprised his roommate of all people landed himself in the hospital on a drug overdose? Chai was oblivious to most things. It really shouldn’t be as shocking as it was. Kenji probably did drugs while Chai was out of the house and Chai was too fucking stupid to notice.

With a small sigh, the young artist steps over to the counter to check in, signing what was needed before being given the room number his roommate was staying in. He only had a few hours of visitation hours but he didn’t mind too much; a few hours were better than none. Plus, Chai was making a visit unannounced---the text Kenji’s sister sent to Chai a few hours earlier had the poor boy packing up his things in a frenzy at the cafe and rushing over before he could even get his coffee. And now here he was, less than a half hour later, sending a thank you text to Kenji’s sister while he walking through the corridors to see her brother.

His eyes raise from his phone after the text is sent ( “thank you, I’ll let you know how he is” he types politely in English ) to scan the hallway for the correct room. It feels like an eternity before he finally locates the room, and the artist is left holding his breath as he stares at the closed door in which his roommate sits behind. 

“Ah.” Chai breathes out after another handful of seconds, hesitation on his face as he finally brings his hand up to rap his knuckles against the wood. “Kenji---?” he starts softly as he slides his hand down to grasp the doorknob, turning it gently as he speaks again. “Uhm. Kenji---?” There’s a smallness in his voice, a sense of anticipation and worry as Chai pushes open the door, peeking his head in first before stepping all the way inside without waiting for a response. He clicks the door shut behind him as he sucks in a deep breath, exhaling as he drops his gaze to the floor, unsure of what he was seeing. The same smallness is there in his voice as he speaks, fingers wringing together all the while. “I know. Uhm. I’m probably not someone you’re expecting to see today.. but uh. Hi. I’ve come to.. visit, or whatever they call it. If that’s okay.” 

[suriyuns]

FROM THE DESK OF … . @wyinsu!

“It’s not that big a deal.“

In-su’s uncomfortable. It shows in the way his shoulders hunch up, dropping and easing into a casual shrug in an attempt to make light of the situation. He’s taken aback by the thickness in Chai’s voice, the gloss in his friend’s eyes and it feels a little out of his control–the intimacy in the room. He and Chai aren’t usually this soft. It’s new ground–another shift from Chai’s initial reluctance to even let In-su linger in the apartment, the hesitancy to allow In-su to crash on his couch. “Want another wish?” He teases, flicking the lighter on before easing his thumb off the metal. The flame wisps away. “I got plenty.”

In-su doesn’t have many friends worth keeping.

“And, here–“ He flicks the Hanji over with two fingers, the paper rolling closer to Chai’s side of the table. “Can’t really pull off your art style, so. Did my own thing.”

Chai is important. And sometimes it means more to show rather than tell or toss around empty words he can’t back up.

✎  —–   “MAYBE it’s not a ‘big deal,’ but it’s still something important to me.” There’s a warm smile on Chai’s face as he stifles a sniffle; he’s not one to cry too much ( a lie ), but he didn’t want to overwhelm his friend more than he probably already has. He knows Insu isn’t one for huge displays of affection. So he nods and continues on, though the mist is still unmistakable in his eyes. “Another wish would be nice. Are there infinite in that lighter of yours?” he jokes as he watches the other move again, this time with the present in hand.

“Ah.” 

Another smile breaks out on Chai’s face as he’s handed the gift, staring at it with open curiosity as he’s yet to open it. The mention of “doing his own thing” piques Chai’s interest, and he’s left chuckling as finally opens the scroll to see it in its entirety.

Absolutely beautiful.

“Insu---” he starts, the unmistakable grin of excitement painting his features as he admires the artwork in front of him. He and Insu’s styles were completely different, yes, but that didn’t mean Chai couldn’t marvel at just how amazing his own characters looked drawn in another way. Another beautiful way, at that. His fingers ghost along the edge of scroll as he spends minutes looking over the gift, words dying in his throat as he opens and closes his mouth at random intervals. It isn’t for another handful of moments that Chai finally looks up to meet Insu’s gaze---wherever it may be---expression bright and thankful as he says softly.

“When did you find time to do this? I... I love it, hyung. It’s absolutely amazing. I.. I already know somewhere I can hang it in my room. I just... hyung. Has anyone ever told you how captivating your artwork is? I’m in awe... Thank you. Really. Thank you.”

[suriyuns]

FROM THE DESK OF … . @wyxminah​!

[*nodding her head slowly, she looks at him with that sure look on her face] “Yes.” [*she replies softly while looking at the male who seems to be in disbelief] “Why make things complicated for yourself, Chai? That’s all that there is. Really!”

[*wagging her finger at the male with her pursed lips] “The thing is that if you look at it in a complex way, complications arise before you can even formulate a possible solution. It’s like making cup noodles. Why bother to take a pot and boil the noodles there when you can put hot water, cover it and leave it as it is?” [*she tilts her head as she continued to speak to him]

“Why think that something wrong is bound to happen when you can avoid it by following those three steps properly? Follow the steps. Hope for the best. Less stress! Don’t make things hard for yourself, silly!”

✎  —–   HUUUH... ( ` his brow knits as he looks at her, still with a look of disbelief on his face ) I--- I wasn’t making things complicated. I think. Now I’m not so.. sure. ( ` a deep frown sets on his face as he gives himself a moment to think. ) Is that all there is to it.. ( ` looks up as she speaks again, eyes focused on her. his nose wrinkles again as she gives her example, which he understands but at the same time doesn’t ) wait. Cup noodles.. there’s more than one way to cook them..? I think that.. explains a lot. I never ate them often so I was too used to.. cooking ramen with a pot, those included. ( ` he sheepishly rubs at the side of his neck before looking away. ) I think I can say I do.. overcomplicate things upon that realization, thank you, noona. Mmm.. Less stress in my life would be ideal. I’ll rethink these steps for this situation right now then. And not do.. the pot and boiling water thing this time. ( ` he laughs, small chuckle sounding from his throat. ) But hey, noona, you know you give good advice? Thank you. A lot of things have just become clearer now. I’ll keep you updated with the end results of everything. But for now.. don’t worry! Just worry about.. me probably forgetting and making cup noodles again with pots and water. ( ` another laugh sounds from his throat. )

[suriyuns]

NOVEMBER 12TH 2018 : EXCELSIOR. 

   * --- TRIGGER WARNINGS FOR: MENTIONS OF DEATH + GRIEF.

Chai refuses to believe the words flashing across his screen. 

            Marvel Comics legend Stan Lee dies at 95.

No.

This wasn’t happening.

            Stan Lee, super hero creator, comic book icon, dead at 95.

No.

This had to be a joke. 

            Remembering Stan Lee: An Icon, 1922-2018.

Chai felt his whole world crash around him as he sits there at the dining room table, phone falling with a small “clack” onto his open laptop’s keyboard as it drops from his hand. This had to be fake, right? A sick fucking joke? Someone’s pulling a mass prank on the entirety of the world’s population, Chai included?

He remains there with a blank expression on his face, eyes blinking every few seconds in automated movement.

He knows it isn’t a joke. He knows this really happened. Stan Lee, the one and only Stan Lee, actually passed away. Why else would everyone be tweeting about it? Why else would his small circle of friends be texting him variations of “I’m sorry” and “Did you hear the news”?

Gone. An icon, an inspiration, gone, just like that.

Eyes dart to his fallen phone’s screen as it lights up again with yet another text from a friend. His nose wrinkles as he reads the message preview. “Hey Chai, just checking in---are you okay? I know he meant a lot to you.”

Yeah, he really did.

Stan Lee wasn’t the beginning of Chai’s journey down the path of comic books, but it was safe to say the man still held a lot of weight on that journey. The young artist always told everyone how things started with that fateful viewing of Iron Man back home when he was ten years old. But Stan Lee---Marvel itself---really pulled Chai in. He remembers all the comic books he made his mother buy him back in Thailand, and that special, special set of Iron Man comics he keeps with him here in Wonyang. He holds them dearly to his heart and doesn’t let anyone touch them, ever. No one.

Chai feels as if a part of him is empty now.

He thumbs gently at the edge of his sketchbook that was resting next to his laptop. Was there a point to art any more? Any point to continuing on with his unknown career path? Any point to even pursuing this goddamn tiring degree in graphic novel production? Dramatic, some might say. But really: was there? Chai was only following through with his degree inhopes that one day---one fucking day---he could travel to New York to see the main headquarters, or at least go to Burbank, California, to see the movie half of things. Get an internship at the comic headquarters post-grad if he was lucky. And maybe, maybe, run into Stan Lee or Robert Downey Jr. while they were on set. It was his dream.

But now? Was that dream even attainable?

Chai doesn’t know.

His phone buzzes another time with another text from yet another friend asking if he was okay. He can’t stand it anymore. He wants to shut it all out. Shut everything out and forget this news even happened. Forget that one of the biggest inspirations in his life has just left this world. It wasn’t a bad thing, per say, that Stan had left the world. It happens---it’s bound to happen---everyone dies at one point or another. Chai hopes that wherever Stan has gone, it’s somewhere good.

It just hurts a lot, y’know?

A sigh leaves his lips after a handful of minutes in silence pass. His mind is blank, no, scratch that, fuzzy, it’s a fuzzy static bustling with thoughts while at the same time formulating nothing at all. A numb feeling. A feeling of nothingness.

Nothingness.

Is this what it feels like to lose someone close to you? Chai has no memory of his father, but is this what it felt like when his mother lost the love of her life, on Chai’s first birthday, of all dates? Is this what it felt like to lose a part of you that was irreplaceable? Is this what it felt like every year when Chai’s birthday came around---to be reminded of this empty feeling when the news first broke that someone important to you had passed? He’ll never be comfortable with his birthday at this point, but that was a story for another time.

Chai leans forward to fold his arms over his laptop and his head against his arms. His eyes close as his forehead meets his forearms, another deep sigh passing from his lips. Stan Lee was everything. What does he do without his everything? How does one function without that solid rock in their life?

A nagging voice in his head is telling him to do something. That’s what Stan would want. For Chai, the ever loving Marvel nerd and superfan, to continue on and not mope around in the kitchen of his apartment that afternoon. 

But it’s hard. So fucking hard.

He doesn’t know what to do with himself anymore. 

But Stan would want him to do something.

But what even is that something?

Chai pushes himself up from his laptop, brow furrowed as his mind debates back and forth in conflict with itself. 

The only thing to do when one doesn’t know what to do, he concludes after a moment of deep thinking, is to do something you’re good at. Or clean like the devil’s after you. But he didn’t feel like cleaning his goddamn apartment right now. Kenji can do that later.

So he decides to do what he knows how to do best.

Draw.

Chai scoots his laptop to the side and places his sketchbook back in front of him before opening it up to a blank page, brow remaining furrowed as he adjusts himself. He plucks his favorite and well worn drawing pencil from his pencil pouch, tossing the bag to the side as his gaze zeroes in on the blank span sitting in front of him. Draw, he tells himself. Draw like you’ve never fucking meant it before. 

And so he does.

He begins by writing a single word at the top of the page. Small, faint, but holding more weight than the actual pencil in his hands.

Rest in peace, Stan Lee.

You’ll never be forgotten.

Ever.

Chai smiles to himself as he rereads the word written across the page. Stan Lee, thank you for all you’ve done. While it hurts now, he’ll do his best, just for you. Thank you, Stan Lee, for everything and more.

                                            --- Excelsior.

[suriyuns]

FROM THE DESK OF … . @wyxminah!   ↳ NOTES :  SCRIPT-BASED STARTER FROM HERE .

✎  —–   HUH. (  ` he sets his elbows down onto the counter with his chin propped up in his hands ) Noona, is that all there really is to it? I feel like there’s more. There’s got to be more, it doesn’t make sene. ( ` theres a small shake of his head as he looks down ) I mean, I do believe you---you’re smarter than me, I’m sure---but really. Is it really as simple as those three steps? What if something goes wrong, or not the way I favor at all.. or worse, everything just becomes completely ruined. What will I do then. I don’t really want to think about that outcome. I don’t want to think about that outcome at all.

[suriyuns]

“ [ to Peter ] You need to stop carrying the weight of the world on your shoulders. ”                                                                                                                     --- Aunt May

HALLOWEEN 2018 : CHAI AS SPIDER-MAN 🕷🕸

[suriyuns]

FROM THE DESK OF … . @wykenji​!

“Chai!” Kenji calls out the moment he hears the door open, eagerly hurrying over to welcome his roommate home. In his left hand was a small box, which he was making a half-assed effort trying to conceal behind his back. He had been sitting in the apartment for hours, waiting for Chai to come home from his classes so he could give him his gift. Being well aware of Chai’s obsession with Iron Man, Kenji had gone out and gotten him some custom made Iron Man cupcakes, and he knew the younger male was gonna love them. “I have something for you,” he tells his roommate, a smile playing on his lips as he shoves the box into Chai’s hands. 

✎  —–   CHAI blinks up from where his gaze had been directed on the floor, hand still grasping the door handle as he stands frozen in the doorframe. It’s safe to say the sudden outburst of his name had shocked the tired artist; he really hadn’t expected his name to be called so suddenly, let alone from Kenji. He figured Kenji would have been tucked away in his room like always when he got home. “Uh, yeah---?” Chai manages to stammer out as he finally gets the door shut behind him, school bag dropping to the floor. He blinks with the same surprised look when Kenji thrusts a box into his hands without warning, staring at it for a moment before looking up at his roommate. “What the hell is this--- whatever. Uh. Thanks?” Chai’s nose wrinkles as he finally opens the box; the sight he’s met with was definitely not expected. Immediately Chai’s eyes widen upon realizing what exactly his roommate had done, and he cannot help but break out into the largest of grins as he finally tears his eyes away from the box of Iron Man cupcakes Kenji got for him. There’s excitement in his voice as he tries not to be overly giddy as he speaks, though it’s obvious he’s beginning to act like a child who’s been told they’re on their way to Disneyland. “Kenji--- no way. No fucking way. Are these for me? Did you really get these for me? Nuh uh--- no way---! Dude---! These are---! No way---! Thank---Thank you so much!!”

[suriyuns]

183010: CHAI INSTAGRAM UPDATE.

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