#acreiko

[acdaldal-blog]

              “ We've always taken shelter                                     in our unhelpable pride “

@acjinwoo @acreiko

[acjinwoo-blog]

@acreiko / muse edits: accepting!

[acjinwoo-blog]

“wait, it’s a formal dance? as in dresses and tuxedos and the whole nine yards? looks like i’m staying home …”

@acreiko / not accepting!

“good. the dongnam uniform is so chunky you probably wouldn’t be able to change into a dress on time anyway.” he yawns, examining the nail beds on his left hand. “you know what they say about makeup on a pig.”

he finally looks up from his hand and regards her with a malicious, cheshire-cat grin, eyes roving over her critically. scoffing, he turns away: it doesn’t matter to him whether or not she shows up to the dance, especially after she tricked him so thoroughly about the school she went to. if she went to kurin, that would be a whole other story: he might even ask her as his date. but he doesn’t have any reason to bother, especially since she’ll be just as plain as usual that night anyway.

[acjinwoo-blog]

@acreiko / 01.21.17

if there’s one thing jinwoo can do, it’s sniff out kurin kids from miles away. he was born with kurin in his blood, after all, and just because he’s from chunghwa doesn’t mean that he can’t still identify them when he sees them.

which is exactly why when he’s at the library and spots the leggedy blonde in the kurin letter jacket, he musses his hair, turns the dial on his charm up to ten, and saunters to a few bookshelves over. he observes her for a few moments; she probably notices his presence, he supposes, but he’s confident enough in himself to lean against the sides of the bookshelf, just where the aisle starts, before approaching her. the chunghwa emblem on his own navy sweater vest is gleaming, his tie loosened and his white sleeves rolled up past his elbows, when he pulls a book off the shelf and offers it to her coolly. one thumb hooks into his pocket as he regards her with a smirk. with his bottom lip caught between his teeth and his brow quirked slyly, he knows he’s a picture straight out of a shojo manga.

jinwoo’s sure he’s got the upper hand with how good he looks that day—- and if his heart skips a beat when her brown eyes turn onto him, he won’t admit it.

“la bonheur est parfois cache dans l'inconnu—- happiness is sometimes hidden in the unknown. victor hugo. looks like he’s more correct than i thought; i’ve found both happiness and the unknown right in front of me. care to tell me your name, beautiful?”

[academiakrp-blog]

SCHEDULE: Math C1, Science B1,  Korean B2, English, Nutrition, Personal Fitness EXTRACURRICULARS: Soccer team (captain)

DONGNAM SCHOOL NEWSPAPER, 05.01.17: New student Nakamura Reiko has officially joined the third year class! Reiko is eighteen years old and has been reported to be calm, intuitive, and dutiful but also awkward, aloof, and dissonant. Let’s welcome Reiko to the school and wish her a good year!

OOC:

Name and pronouns: rocket, she / her Other muses: not applicable Time zone: mountain standard

IC:

Muse name: nakamura reiko Birthday (or age): 14 march 1999  Faceclaim: hirai momo School: dongnam Grade: third year Desired clubs: soccer yeam, captain Positive traits: calm / intuitive / dutiful Negative traits: awkward / aloof / dissonant Proficiency: she is neither amazing nor terrible when it comes to academics. somewhere in the middle, reiko maintains a good grade average in just about everything aside from math. her talents, of course, lay in soccer and athletics. Electives: nutrition, personal fitness Biography:

death tw

march 14, 1999. white day; nagoya, japan. a woman with sprightly features leans over to press a kiss to the newborn’s head. she strokes the tuft of dark hair that curls atop the child’s crown and smiles, before whispering to the man that stands beside her: a white day gift? this is much better than any box of chocolates. the couple name her reiko. it means lovely child, and it’s a perfect fit. after all, with three devilish older brothers the infant is bound to be their little angel. as it turns out, they are wrong.

october 23, 2001. she is three years old and on the move. an explorer, nakamura reiko is never in the same place for more than a second. there is too much to see, too many places to discover. her favourite place is a patch of dirt just outside the front porch. on the rainier days, she likes to dig her fingers into the mud and see how many worms she can pluck from the earth. it’s an activity taught to her by the eldest brother, one her mother shrieks in horror about. both children find it funny.

september 8, 2004. reiko is five, and she attends kindergarten. her macaroni portrait is stained with tears when she arrives home. the other girls made fun of her, one brother helpfully provides.because girls are supposed to play princesses and not cops and robbers, the other two laugh. the woman with the sprightly features gives a chuckle before smoothing back the bangs that fall across her daughter’s filthy face and placing a kiss upon her forehead.darling, you can play whatever games you’d like to play. just be yourself.

february 18, 2007. tragedy strikes when she is eight. reiko has been taught to always hold someone’s hand when crossing the street. her brother’s palm is clammy and her fingers nearly slip from his grasp. an ambulance races by, sirens blaring a painful knell. her brothers make silly jokes about where its destination might be. when they arrive home, it is parked outside. her father is on his knees, bellowing into the grey sky words too garbled beneath his mournful cries. the only word she recognizes is a name. reiko understands what death is, but she doesn’t know why it happens to good people or why she can’t see her mother anymore.

may 10, 2011. she is twelve and her world is turning upside down once more. things have settled down. they sometimes hear her singing in the laundry room. they miss the smell of her favourite incense burning by the window. they will never be used to the empty spot at the table, but they seem to have adjusted. that is, until reiko’s father slams a fist down on the table with enough force to have the porcelain dishes wobbling. i can’t take it, he sobs. he does that a lot. she does too. i cannot live with the ghost of her memory, it hurts too much. reiko understands when he packs his children up and says goodbye to the only home they ever knew. she watches as it disappears upon the horizon, tears for her mother and her childhood staining her cheeks.

november 8, 2015. reiko is fifteen and seoul is a bustling city. even after four years of living here, she has yet to explore even a third of the metropolis. maybe she’s lost the desire she had when she was a child. school keeps her busy. the girls make fun of her hair, the clothes she wears (“are you a girl or a boy? just decide already.”) and the accent she uses when she speaks. her father doesn’t cry anymore. perhaps he doesn’t have the time. he has opened up a shop making mochi. it’s her mother’s recipe. reiko supposes that’s a nice way to keep her in their memories.

now. once upon a time, she dreamed of being famous. mother said she had the talent, after all --- a beautiful voice and a pretty face to match. those dreams have drifted away, just like she did. reiko likes dongnam just fine. she fits in, just as her brothers did. maybe she’ll never be on the silver screen, or a pretty idol on stage. she’s just better suited for the field after all. the ball feels right on her toes. soccer speaks to her in a way nothing else did. so she’ll get lost in this instead. it doesn’t do to dream, anyways.

[acjunhwan-blog]

i want the k!!!!!!!!!!!!

RANDOM KISS ASKBOX MEME : currently closed !     ↪ number eight – eyelid kiss.

     °☆.。.:* — JUNHWAN stares at the sight a little longer than usual.

it has only been five minutes into the movie and reiko had made herself a little makeshift bed on his couch, cuddled in warmth under the long blankets and number of pillows he had laid out for them tonight. junhwan hasn’t seen her in so long, they haven’t seen each other in so long, and reiko promised after their respective practices to trail back towards junhwans house for a night of filled laughter and terrible rom-com’s. she promised it would be fun and they’d have a great time like they usually do; that the fact those plans being right after soccer and basketball practice wouldn’t matter.

( that was before reiko had proceeded to divulge her quiet snoring on his living room couch. )

junhwan had just been out for a minute to make some popcorn and paused briefly at his doorway with an earnest and modest smile at the sight of his best friend, laughing to himself how ironic the situation is … that she was the one who promised to stay up for this movie marathon. though, he couldn’t exactly blame her –– he was on the verge of knocking out as well. at least he able to resist the dire temptation.

a small smile continued to rest upon his lips while setting down the scorching hot bowl of popcorn onto a nearby table, instead of waking up the girl, he simply lets out a quiet huff of laughter while tucking the blanket around her shoulders … fingers smoothing over her hair, gently.

she looked so soft … so happy the way she was. junhwan could never ruin that for her.

bending forward, he lets his lips brush softly over her hooded eyelids before retracting back, smile proceeding to grow wider at the sight. he takes one last look before standing tall, stretching his overworked and crooked muscles before retreating his way back towards his room. they both deserved some well-needed sleep tonight, anyway.

[acjunhwan-blog]

👀 + will you save a dance for your bff at the end of the night :')

HONESTY EMOJI ASKBOX MEME : currently open !

     °☆.。.:* — “ONLY if you promise i can have you for more than five minutes because jaehyun and i signed an agreement on how long i could hang out with you tonight and i know he’s your date but don’t you think your best friend deserves more time with you? i want to slow dance with my best friend and he’s not going to stop me.”