Why are you here? Who makes your world turn and what gives it sense? And who puts you back on track if you fall apart? Who puts your mistakes to bed with more kindness than you deserve? Tell me, what’s your greatest joy? How far would you go to make it last?To the end of the world? Who will you walk through fire for? Who would you risk it all for? Why are you here?
◸ ! ◿ ——— ` AND THAT MOTIVATION from sangmi, well, it did wonders to joey’s esteem. if they thought they would not be able to do anything, now they had changed their mind. there was just something way too CUTE about the way sangmi was bouncing around, cheering for joey the way she was. joey tried to bypass it by focusing on the game at hand, but the small tint of pink was still evident on their cheeks. was joey embarrassed? or maybe flattered? or perhaps just feeling fuzzy? either way, joey managed to knock down enough bottles to win the prize, and, when asked what they wanted, turned to sangmi and said, ❝ i don’t have room for big toys, do you want to pick one out? ❞ and perhaps it was another ruse to see the big smile on sangmi’s face, joey had to brush it off with just ‘not wanting a big toy’ when, in fact, joey had plenty of room for prizes ( mostly just to show off to their roommate, gyujin, in the dorm as trophies ). ❝ pick whatever you want, but hurry, because i want to go ride the ferris wheel before they shut it down for the night !! ❞
THE SMILE SEEMED to be permanently affixed to sangmi’s face as she continued to cheer for the other; her hands clasped together now in the pivotle moment of that last hit that was needed for a prize. no surprise when joey managed to hit it square on, her happiness escaping her in something akin to a laugh and a shout of excitement. ❛ are you sure? i mean... its your prize... ❜ the female questioned for a moment, though her eyes were already adoring the large stuffed unicorn that hung off to the side. ❛ i mean-... okay, the unicorn would be lovely! ❜ her teeth pulled down on her smile as she tried to not seem too eager about the potential new addition to her room, but it was all in her eyes with the way she seemed to be falling in love with the plushie already. she was truly hopeless.
A LOOK OF horror passes over her face as she stares down at her feet, the shudder of disgust she feels visible as it passed through her body. did she just...? her body seemed to be rooted in one spot, fear keeping her right where she stood. ❛ i think I stepped on it. but I’m not sure… it could still be around. oh god… oh god, what if i killed a spider dad and now all its kids are plotting revenge on me? I’m not good with spiders. oh god… ❜
SLIDING INTO THE spot besides the other, sangmi let out a wistful little sigh, her body swaying a bit in its usual floaty way as she prepared to retell the other what she’d just experienced. ❛ a piece of paper got taped to my back... i glanced over my shoulder and my brain registered it as a little ghost friend. i got so excited. ❜ she murmurs dreamily, a serene smile passing her lips. the violinist seemed to be in a perpetual daze to anyone who didn’t know her well enough; thankfully, she wasn’t recalling what happened to a stranger this time. ❛ shame it wasn’t though... ❜
STARING UP AT the neon sign that denoted the bar’s name, sangmi was wondering if maybe she had been too quick to say yes when it came to going out and off campus to have some fun. glancing over at her companion, she idly wondered if she looked as nervous as she felt; which made her feel more ridiculous. she was a grown woman, she didn’t have reasons to be nervous like this. ❛ i’ve never been inside a bar and i was always too shy about it to ask to go with people before. especially since i’ve only ever tried beer, like, once. half of once, really. ❜
❛ I HAVEN’T EVEN had a single sip from my coffee and my day is already dying, ❜ sangmi says with a sigh and a scrunched up nose as she plops down at the table, her bag dropping onto the seat next to her, the textbooks and composition folders inside making a resounding thump.. ❛ what about you? how has your day been, sir? ❜ her head tips slightly as she pushes an errant strand of hair away, mornings were not her strong point and she could never understand anyone who actually managed to be awake for early classes.
“ well, we can’t just leave it, either way. ” she sounded a little bit like her mother, even naeun would admit it. in truth, she’d been ready to tidy up the mess as soon as the vase had fallen. naeun took a step closer to the vase, crouching down to assess the damage. she looked back up at sangmi optimistically. “ it’s only cracked! ” fearlessly, maybe dumbly, naeun picked it up and placed it back in its place. “ no one will notice, it’s on the back. ”
RELIEF SEEMED TO wash over not just her face, but her entire body, the idea that she wouldn’t have to work for the rest of her life in order to pay for the damages releasing an entire wave of anxiety that she hadn’t realized had been building up inside her. eyeing the object once it was placed back from where it had fallen, she still idly wondered if perhaps she should mention the crack; her all too good habits keeping her honest to a fault. maybe she would do it later. yeah. later. ❛ i hope not. i break enough things of my own. i don’t need to start breaking the school’s things as well... ❜
[ sms ⌲ sangmi ] hey !! so… maybe I’m locked out of my dorm ??
[ sms ⌲ sangmi ] and by maybe… I mean I am.
[ sms ⌲ sangmi ] help me. how do i become,, responsible ??
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( sms :: mi na ) oh... oh no!
( sms :: mi na ) did you lose your keycard or is it just inside the room?
( sms :: mi na ) i’ve lost mine like four times this year, i don’t think you should ask me!
◸ ! ◿ ——— ` FESTIVALS WERE USUALLY just an excuse for couples to lavish each other and act like they never went out anywhere, at least, to joey, that was. they were not actually planning on going at first, well, not until everyone else that they knew seemed to be going. there were few people joey could actually STAND to go with anyway, and sangmi was one of those people. there was something about the way she would cutely walk around the grounds and probably ask joey to win her that big teddy bear in the back that put the biggest, ugliest pout on joey’s face even after they would say ‘of course’. there was never any turning down when it came to sangmi, so that was why joey was fixed in position right now, using their super strength of an arm to throw balls at bottles and knock down each stack with just one throw in as little attempts as possible. joey had already failed once, but they were determined to win sangmi something, so they kept trying. after the second stack was all knocked over, there was one more to go, and joey looked at sangmi with a puffed out cheeks and said, ❝ if i don’t make this, i’m gonna be REALLY angry !!! ❞
THE EXCITEMENT NEVER seemed to die down for her. the wonder that was the festival may have been lost on many other students she knew but everything about it called her name. of course, she’d been running from friend to friend, convincing them to come do stuff with her - spend time with her - and to enjoy the event that school had put on, but many of them had declined. it seems as though most wanted to head off campus for their break. at least joey had agreed to some from! even now, she stood and watched with awe as the other aggressively tossed balls at bottles, knocking them down with ease. it was impressive. the words brought a smile to her face and sangmi laughed with delight, the puffed out cheeks just making them all the cuter in their determination. ❛ don’t be angry! you’re doing so well! ❜ she cheered for her friend, bouncing a little on her toes. even if she didn’t get any of the prizes; sangmi was just happy to be spending time with them.
there was nothing quite like landing in a late night diner on a week day. it was as if time was stopped and altered entirely during times like this. it was the kind of vibe that seemed to mesh well with the drifting characteristics that sangmi seemed to embody. sitting in a booth, her fingers nursing a hot mug of what she could only call semi-decent coffee, her gaze focused itself on the other in front of her, knowing full well that if he asked to go to the bathroom at some point, it would be to shove more white powder up his nose.
—— ❛ so, aside from the grouchy episode you had at
the beginning of practice, how do you think it went?
i feel like we did better than last time, but i swear
someone keeps playing off key and i’m ready to
launch a full investigation of who keeps ruining
our music. ❜
—— ❛ i think i broke it. its on the floor and i’m too scared
to pick it up and look because there’s no way i’m
going to have the money to replace it. maybe if I
just leave it there, i can ignore the problem forever… ❜
she murmurs, fingers curls and uncurling around the strap that cut across the front of her chest, the messenger bag she used to carry out school work momentarily forgotten about. it wasn’t like she just ran away, running into people and things, she just seemed to always be in the bad habit of being in the right place at the wrong time, her day dreaming often keeping her slightly farther away from reality than she should be. which led to little things like this; knocking things over might have even been considered her specialty at this point. her body turns slightly, as if suddenly remembering that she’d been with a companion this whole time, knowing full well that she would never hear the end of it for any friend, really.
—— ❛ you pick it up. maybe my bad luck won’t happen if
someone else picks it back up! ❜
BOLD any fears which apply to your muse. Italicize what makes them uncomfortable.
the dark || fire || open water || deep water || being alone || crowded spaces || confined spaces || change || failure || war || loss of control || powerlessness || prison || blood || drowning || suffocation || public speaking || natural animals || the supernatural || heights || death || dying || intimacy || rejection || abandonment || loss || the unknown || the future || not being good enough || scary stories || speaking to new people || poverty || loud noises || being touched || sex || chains || inner demons || hallucinations || staring || going berserk || betrayal ||
thc and postcoital bliss, the ghost of a sideways grin sits on his features. decent weather and a pretty bird on his arm, that pretty bird the reason he even bothered step foot near the festival.
large irises peer to the upset, she’d staggered, juno’s grin’s stretched ear-to-ear now. a quiet chuckle, she and only she could manage to play off a tumble so adorably. and, it may have been bias, little echo in his head pulling the strings softening his heart, clouding his mind when she so much as breathed.
didn’t matter anyway.
gaze here, short, dark locks, starry eyes, then there, a sea of depression ridden twenty somethings, flocked like pigeons around a stand of pastel spun diabetes. the oversized sleeve of juno’s hoodie rides up his arms, fixing their lock of arms into a lace of fingers. better.
“sure thing, baby girl.”
anything for her, anything to keep that smile beaming.
all the sights and sounds gave further fuel to the flutters in her stomach and she knew that the next three days would just be a blur of experiences. hopefully she would be able to catch some people to take pictures with so that she could remember it all later without the dreamy haze that was her own mind keeping some of the details away. without protest, her smaller digits locked with his as he took her hand and sangmi moved further forward, excited to savor the sugary sweetness. that pastel pink cloud was just calling her name, the shade matching her choice of clothing for the day and something about that resonated in her heart.
the line thankfully moved quickly, as much as there could be a line in this case with just a crowd of students hovering around. the paper cone was soon in her free hand and her gaze just refused to leave it, happiness vibrating through her.
her eyes are lit up with the wonders that surround her as she wanders through the grounds of the school, the festival stimulating her already imaginative mind further. it was a wonderland of excitement and she was determined to experience all of it in the next three days. some things multiple times. like the teacup ride. she was all about that. michu’s feet stumbled slightly and she quickly righted herself by grabbing the arm of her companion, her hands curling around the sleeve of his shirt for a moment before decided to simply slip her arm through his own.
a bright smile slips onto her lips as she looks up at juno before her free hand points towards the cotton candy stand. determination in her gaze, despite the crowd that was gathered around it.
it me. your admin. back at it again with the muses i don’t have time for. alright, my darling constellations, you don’t need to hear about me. instead, you get to know all about kim sangmi, the resident ethereal violinist haunting the hallways and assaulting you with pastel colors and sarcasm. below the cut is her info and i’ll have plots up at some point. in the mean time, hit me up if you wanna interact with her.
history.
there is no tragic backstory here to unlock. which is shocking, as usually my muses are full of some sort of angst. but sangmi is a different breed.
grew up in a normal household. middle class family. mom was a music teacher and dad was just an office worker. both in perfect health. literally no incoming tragedies there. pfew.
her mom played a lot of instruments at home and, of course, that meant as a little kid, sangmi wanted to play them too. so her mom started teaching her things pretty early. by the time she was 13, she was pretty proficient in the piano, the flute, the acoustic guitar and, of course, her favorite, the violin.
despite the relative normalcy of childhood, sangmi seemed to always be an odd child. she was easily distracted unless it came to music, as if she had better things on her mind. she wasn’t dumb or slow at all, her grades never suffered too much, in fact, for the most part, she was one of those students who always managed to get perfect grades.
but she was a dreamy kid. who grew up into a dreamy woman. one could say she had some ethereal qualities to her. at night, she always had the stars in her eyes, looking up at them and studying them. her preferred times to be awake were always at night, when the sky was bright with constellations.
to her parents, this was just an unusual quirk. her love of the stars and space. if it was something she enjoyed and it didn’t stop her from living a life and being successful, they didn’t mind that she liked to sit out on the roof sometimes.
sangmi never had many friends growing up. but the ones she did have knew all about her charm and how hard she tried to keep everyone around her happy. she’s full of smiles and a quick positive word and just enough sarcasm and sass to keep things interesting.
her love of instruments continued through her life, but she found that her real passion was the violin. she nicknamed every violin she ever used as a constellation, giving them all personality and trying to match them when she played.
it wasn’t surprising that her mother brought up going to an arts academy. which sounded great to her, she loved sharing her music with people. though, during the whole testing and interview process, she did well, even she admitted that she felt the intensity radiating off the whole school.
but now she’s in her first year and she’s already gliding through the school with her usual dreamy expressions, locking herself in practice rooms all the time to play her haunting tunes on the violin.
personality.
super spacey and sweet. always willing to be friends with anyone. day dreams a lot. can see the positives in pretty much anyone. loves to be sarcastic sometimes and will give sass with love. adores all things space and stars. totally believes in aliens and the supernatural. eats like a bird. rarely rude to anyone unless its on accident. dresses between a mix of nugoth, pastel goth and “normal”. loves superheros, especially spiderman. loves animals, except bugs. bugs freak her out. obsessed with anything honeydew flavored. has her nose in a book way too often. probably almost literally floats around when walking. total star-child. always carries around milk candies. writes to her parents often. has an instagram dedicated to space. gets nervous around people who are too formal in how they act. probably way too relaxed all the time.
