#au|re;naissance

[themidnightsiren]

@stcgnant from here!

       He isn’t usually so careless. Lack of sleep catches up to everyone though. It doesn’t matter how much they hate the thought of laying dead still for a few hours. It didn’t matter how much of a waste of time Siyang thought it was. The human body doesn’t let determination override its basic needs. But he still fights the need to sleep every day.

       He accidentally tips the cup as he hands it over and… Thank you, coffee house employee. Thank you for a lid that isn’t even properly snapped closed. It must be such a hard job to add a little more pressure before handing over scalding drinks. They are truly overworked heroes. And Siyang conveniently ignores the fact he almost dropped the cup in his tired daze anyway.

       “What the-?” He hears some of the sloshed liquid hit the ground and looks down. But Jungah’s reaction brings his attention back to her in an instant. And he almost forgets to react. Almost. But he does. It’s what any normal caring person would’ve done. “Shit. Are you fuckin’ kidding me… Are you okay?” Standard question. He’s still holding both coffee cups as he frowns. “I’m sorry. I don’t know what the hell happened. Cheap ass lids can’t even…”

         The repercussions of a jaded past entangled with a blurred present veiled in a night of forced contemplation are these: hazed mind, jittery hands, headache and the lack of concentration. The occurrence started way back then, yet with each passing weeks it seems to revisit her like an old friend trying to make up for lost time, while there is Jungah, unwilling to embrace all of these. The first few episodes, she could tolerate, but it’s taking a toll on her well-being right now – and most especially, it’s taking a toll on her work.

         Damn. Concentration fleets in and out, distraction stealing her away in the simplest stimuli such as the sound of grounding coffee beans, or the gentle splash of hot water pouring down the cup, or of the hushed conversations that converts to mindless whispers in her head. Damn. Everything is distracting. Why?

         Walking carelessly, the goal is to finish the task, to hand the coffee and go back behind the counter, get another, and deliver onto the table – same, repetitive chore throughout the day and it’s easy. Very easy. But complications arises at an unexpected moment. Distraction, here it is. Or maybe a jolt back to reality. The splash of liquid and the smoke of its heat paired with the raised volume of one’s voice are enough to awaken her, quickly evading the spilling hot coffee to burn her skin, a swift reflex, before a shocked expression grows on her face. “Oh my god. I’m sorry. I’m really really sorry!” A fast response of apologetic bows prevents her from seeing the man’s face until he speaks again and his voice registers.

        “Siyang?” There’s a part of her that says she’s glad it is him, but for the most part, there’s still apprehensions. As to why, Jungah isn’t even sure, but there’s no time to mull over that matter. She takes one of the cups to place it on the table and properly close its lid. “I’m okay. But are you hurt? I’m really sorry, and this has to happen to you, of all people.” True. Of all people. “No, I should be the one apologizing. I’m sorry. I might have been a little distracted while doing your orders. Please wait here, I’ll fix these for you.”

[themidnightsiren]

@freudism from here!

“I beg to differ.”

The two of them are sitting atop a high building as the sun sets right in front of them. Spending time together like that has become a habit ever since they met on the very spot by coincidence and became friends.

The sun draws an orange hue across the horizon and paints the city in warm colours right before it is drowned in darkness, in grey and the coldness of the night. There is something deeply melancholic about the scenery. Few birds fly across the sky in the distance and her blue eyes follow their trails as she slowly catches her own thoughts.

Mirae feels heavy in her chair when the warmth of the sun slowly fades.

“We live in a country that still upholds capital punishment. Tell me, how much can a dead person improve exactly?”

It is an absurd concept to her. Punishments – especially those on higher levels – are to build an example so that ordinary citizens like them would not dare to commit a crime.

          It takes just one split of a second, in that very thin and invincible line between subconscious and cognizance, for a thought to seep through, and even passing through her lips with the lack of filtration. Perhaps this is what happens when the mind wanders and fleets along the momentary bliss the high building provided. Yet this isn’t the first time this has happened to Jungah. 

          When Mirae speaks, realization hits her – Jungah is clearly confounded with the thought she herself had blurted out. It doesn’t makes sense at all, what Jungah has said, and understandably that is how Mirae would react. Yet it invited again her apprehensions – it is times like this when she feels a rift inside of her. It seems as though there is some entity hiding beneath her – a being far from who she is. And it is dark, oh so dark, as dark as the idea she had just muttered. And truth be told, it terrifies her. It’s one of the reasons why she isn’t keen on regaining her memories. She’s afraid of it. Of what kind of person she truly is prior to the accident.

          If she has to place a cement on that thin crack that separates her past and present, then she would.

          “That’s true.” Odd as it may seem to jump from one side to another, Jungah makes no effort to defend the statement she had blurted out of nowhere. “They’re dead. Death is the end for them. They can benefit nothing from it.” Her eyes hovers to the sky, watching the fast transition of colors overhead. “But the one who punishes, the ones who causes their demise, of course. Don’t you think it has some sort of benefit to them? To be able to punish people without fear, it takes a lot of guts, and perhaps, even their humanity, to do something like that.” Improvement in the sense that they feel powerful, they feel superior to the punished ones.

            Another slip. Jungah hisses upon its awareness.

          “I think I’m having weird thoughts again, Mirae.”

          The air feels heavy as she inhales the early night breeze. The heaviness made her body melt on the chair, closing her eyes for a moment.

          Somewhere along her hazed thoughts, she feels something’s right with her words.

[themidnightsiren]

@cchilyoja

          Whenever the demanding hours of the coffee shop pauses, a good stretch of leisure is gifted to the staff. It finds them mostly at the back of the counter, seated in a semi-circle fashion with a small table filled with fruit juices and snacks and a varied topic of conversations in between. This pause lasts for a good few minutes, yet it seems that today is one of those rare days when they get additional minutes into their conversations with the lack of customers coming.

          It’s a working day, on the dead hours of the afternoon. A Tuesday, if the day matters.

          The current conversation whirls around teenage years. Perhaps the new part-time employee, the current occupant of the hot seat, paved way for such topic to be discussed. And it’s a pleasurable exchange to hear – the four of them swap chuckles turned to vulgar laughter with their own silly tales. Jungah sits at the farthest left, mouth stretched in a smile as the only thing she could offer are responses to their stories. Nothing more.

          It dreads her to be next in the hot seat, for there’s nothing she could share. Her memory goes as far as the three past years and these memories created by mere tell-tale of her family that never sparked familiarity in her mind. But they are memories she’d try to ingrain and cement in her brain. However there are only a few, and mostly uninteresting enough to be told. ‘You’ve gone with the wrong crowd.’ It isn’t a pleasing one either, and she’d rather keep it to herself than stain whatever image her co-staff has with regards to her.

          There’s a mantra in her head that pleads for a customer to come, words whispered in her mind with every feigned chuckle she gives as Chaeyoung spills her own funny tale. It’s almost ending, and Jungah could feel the apprehension swelling as their eyes slowly start to drift towards her. What stories should I tell? Fabricating one is not an option; she’s never a good liar, and Minkyung would surely read her through. No please. Not me.

             When Chaeyoung starts to speak up, the first syllable of Jungah’s name is spoken but her voice is easily drowned by the sound of the door opening. Quick reflex makes Jungah stand from her seat, racing towards the counter to get away from the impending interrogation. The rest of the employees disperse easily, pretending to be busy while Jungah sighs a relief. Her lips are pulled rather widely, thankful that the customer came. A savior.

          “Good afternoon sir!” There’s an added joviality to her voice. “May I take your order?” Her eyes look through the big circle frame of his glasses, a smile lingering more than it should.

[themidnightsiren]

Who is Ahn Yoojin?

Who do you think?

Do you think you’re ready to know who she is?

Ahn Yoojin isn’t someone you would like to know.

This was who she was - what the world knew.But not entirely who she is.

Ahn Yoojin was revered in so many ways – she held such beauty that is so unique, you’ll never know if she’s an angel or she’s an evil. Most think she is the former, her smile drowning her crescent eyes makes you think she’s an innocent woman who could never lay a finger on anyone. Few would realize that those smile and those eyes were kept in a very limited curve and angle, because there is evil underneath. And she can, she will destroy anyone with just one finger, or even just a soft whisper.

She was a queen – a lady who held the pendulum of power right at her very own hands. A brother on one side and a lover on the other. Above her was the greatest adviser that had always favored her, the king who had decided to pass the crown to the lady, and not to the men who fervently sought after it. Not many knew, only her and Juwon. But nevertheless the world sees her as the queen – holding enough power to swing the pendulum to whichever side she wants, or not at all.

She was wicked – in all ways. At 14 she was able to shoot a gun, at 15 she was able to kill. Remorse was never in her dictionary, there was no guilt in every bullet shot, every knife thrown, every punch, every kick, every drop of blood shed, every piece of body slaughtered. Nothing – for these people are mere humans who does not deserve to breathe the same air as she, to walk on the same path as her, or just to even exist. She was brutal, ruthless, heartless. You have to be on her good side to survive. But that itself isn’t enough guarantee. A bond of blood doesn’t even compare to one who would promise power to her.

She was a god – a belief set in her mind as she ascended to power, because to rule the world, you have to detach yourself from the rest. Humans have heart – Ahn Yoojin doesn’t. It was killed, slowly but surely, with bruises, with knife slashes, with stabs at the back, with distrust, with the poison of words of the king, and she believed them. For she was ambitious – she wanted what he had. And she will.

Ahn Yoojin is that one person you would not want to meet. Ever.

But soon you will.

[themidnightsiren]

Once you’ve been tagged, you are supposed to write a note with 56 truths about you. At the end, choose 10 people to be tagged. You have to tag the person who tagged you.

Tagged by: @dahliancgra ( thank you !! ) Tagging: @insatiableurgxs (Minwoo oppa) , @yubdot , @stcgnant (Siyang) , @kyura92 , @thcrned , @theqameison , @falseemotion (any of your muses) , @bloodyxtwins (any of the twins) IDK who else haven’t done this but if you want to do it consider yourselves tagged!

:: KIM JUNGAH :: (because I did this years ago with Lorraine)

WHAT WAS YOUR:

Last Beverage: They let me try this cherry blossom frappucino. I was intrigued so I bought it. Last phone call: Minkyung. Asking if I returned home safe last night. Last text message: Minkyung. A good morning text!  Last song you listened to: Cave Me In - Eric Nam, Gallant and Tablo Last time you cried: Two nights before. Because of that dream. again. I don’t even know why I cried.

HAVE YOU EVER:

Dated someone twice: I have no recollection of a dating life. But they say I was in a wrong crowd before. So maybe? I hope I didn’t. But seriously I do not have a dating life. Back in Taebaek and even here in Seoul. Been cheated on: As far as I know, nope.  Kissed someone and regretted it: No.  Lost someone special: My family. All of them. Even Momo.  Been depressed: I.. don’t think so. Been drunk and threw up: Oddly, I can handle a large amount of alcohol. And I’ve been drinking in moderation so nope.  

LIST THREE FAVORITE COLORS:

1) aqua blue. 2) rose quartz 3) white

LAST YEAR, HAVE YOU:

Made a new friend: Yes. New life in Seoul and new friends.  Fallen out of love: I’ve never really fell in love. Based on what I remember. Laughed until you cried: Yes. I’ve seen this ridiculously funny video on youtube. Met someone who changed you: None? I think? { girl you just wait ! } Found out who your true friends are: YES. I love my friends to be honest. They’ve been so kind to me and it made transferring and living in Seoul a lot better. Found out someone was talking about you: Not that I am sure, but I can see in their stares that they were talking about me. But what’s really weird is that they seem.. so scared. I don’t even know why.

FIRSTS:

First surgery: I don’t know. Well there are no scars on me. Even after the accident. First piercing: On the earlobes. First best friend: I’d consider Minkyung as my first best friend! First sport you joined: Never? IDK again, I’ve so little info about myself. First vacation: They said we went to Jeju when I was young. All five of us. Mom, Dad, Jumin and Jangmi. No photos though.. First pair of trainers: I can’t remember important parts of my life, so most probably I wouldn’t remember that one.

RIGHT NOW:

Eating: Hotteok. Drinking: Water. To flush the sweetness of the frappe earlier. I’m about to: take a shower and then go to bed probably. And hope not to dream about it again. Waiting for: payday? so I could actually buy some new sheets for my bed.

YOUR FUTURE:

Want kids: Yes of course! I’ve always wanted a simple family of my own. Get married: Yes.  Career: I am actually happy serving the coffee shop of Minkyung’s dad. Although maybe when I earn enough money I’ll try to take few classes and maybe build my own little shop in the future.

WHICH IS BETTER:

Lips or eyes: eyes always draw me in. Hugs or Kisses: hugs. they are warm. Shorter or Taller: I’m a bit tall. so maybe taller. Older or younger: any to be quite honest. one can be older but might have a lower mental age than mine or vice versa. Age doesn’t really matter though. Romantic or Spontaneous: A balanced mix of both. Nice stomach or nice arms: Nice arms..? Sensitive or Loud: Both? Hook-up or relationship: relationships, of course. Trouble maker or hesitant: neither? 

HAVE YOU EVER:

Kissed a stranger: nope. I wouldn’t dare. Drank hard liquor: yes. just a few swigs Lost glasses/contacts: Never wore any of them , so,.. Sex on first date: I’ve never even tried dating. Broke someone’s heart: I don’t think so. Been arrested: Nope. Turned someone down: no. Cried when someone died: cried when my whole family died, Fallen for a friend: Never fell in love. 

DO YOU BELIEVE IN:

Yourself: yes. I’m all I have right now. Love at first sight: I’m not sure as I’ve never really experienced it. Heaven: yes. Santa Claus: no. Kiss on the first date: No.  I wouldn’t even dare. Angels: I’m not really religious but maybe yes, since I think my personal guardian angel saved me from the fire last year.

[themidnightsiren]

A  VERY  DESCRIPTIVE  &  DETAILED  PROFILE  OF  YOUR  MUSE. repost with  the  information  of  your  muse,  including  headcanons,  etc. when  you’re  done,  tag 15 other  people  to  do  the  same!

tagged by: none. did this before for Lorraine - doing this now for Kim Jungah. tagging: new people on my list! thank you for following! @stcgnant (any of your muses) , @kimdevl , @kyura92 , @oculvus , @ijjong , @aprt7012 (Cheon Seongim) , @trulykihyun​ , @amvxns​ , @hyeonxu​ , @avitusartem​ , @jong-ki​ or anyone who wants to do it. consider yourselves tagged. You are not obliged to repost if you don’t feel like it. But I would love to know more about your muses.

Note: This is for the secondary verse :: Kim Jungah at present time. 

NAME: Kim Jungah AGE: 28 SPECIES: Human GENDER: Female ORIENTATION: Heterosexual PROFESSION: Full-time employee at a local coffee shop

[    PHYSICAL    ASPECTS    ]

BODY TYPE: Slim HAIR: Dark brown, midlength EYES: Brown SKIN: Fair. HEIGHT:  167cm

[    FAMILY    ]

SIBLINGS: She has two siblings introduced to her the moment she was discharged from the hospital after the accident. There was Kim Jumin, a brother 6 years younger than her and Kim Jangmi, who was 10 years younger than her. Kim Jumin seemed mature at his age, he’d always take care of the whole family including her but she surely did notice the awkwardness that stretched on the first year since the accident. Kim Jangmi was a sweet sister who liked to cling onto her. But she is a strong-willed girl and has a spunk like that of Jungah’s - one of the few little things they share similar with each other.  PARENTS: Kim Jeonghwan, her father, is a miner who worked really hard for his children. He is very kind and caring - one who would check up on Jungah most of the time. Due to his line of work, he always came home late, but he made sure he’d bring something home for his children. Im Yeonhwa, her mother, is a plain housewife, so she is around their small house most of the time. Jungah would always help her in the household chores whenever she doesn’t have any tutor sessions. The parents have always lived simply and frugally.  CHILDREN: None. but the idea of it excited her always. She was hoping she could find someone who is responsible enough to be a father to her child.  ANY PETS?:  They had a dog which they named Momo. Unfortunately he died with the rest of her family.

[    LIKES    ]

COLORS: She likes simple colors. Neutral ones. Not the bold, vibrant colors. Those that are close to nature like brown, beige, green and sea blue. SMELLS:  Kim Jungah enjoys the sea breeze as well as the scent it gave. Certain floral and herbal scents relaxes her too. FOOD / DRINKS: She isn’t much picky with food. But she likes fish and greens and tea as she likes to keep her body fit and healthy. Even when she moved to Seoul, she still kept the same preferences although she started to  enjoy other things, like meat, ramyeon, coffee and liquors. FAVORITES:  Action films, tea blends, music, mysteries, fashion, butterflies

[    OTHER    DETAILS    ]

SMOKES?: yes  [   ]   ||   no  [ x ]   ||   occasionally  [  ] DRUGS?: yes  [ ]   ||   no  [ x  ]   ||   occasionally  [  ] ALCOHOLIC BEVERAGES?: yes  [ x ]  || rarely [  ] || no [  ]    DRIVER LICENSE?: yes  [ x ]   ||   no  [  ] EVER BEEN ARRESTED?: yes  [   ]   ||   no  [ x ]   ||   almost/detained  [  ]

[themidnightsiren]

@aprt7012​ taken from here !

“Since 6 this morning?” Seong Im had to think to remember since she had been working so hard all day. “I had to come in early because the new exhibits arrived..” 

“And you only got off just now?” Concern streamed through her eyes as Jungah poured the other lady a cup of chamomile tea, placing it down on the table before she takes the vacant seat beside her. “Was it stressful like the other day?” Jungah then poured onto a cup of her own, relishing the aroma as it is very relaxing. The coffee shop was just as busy and it is just one of their rarest time when customers had gone low and she can take a few minutes to place down her apron and sit with a friend while taking a little rest.