#cvluda

[cvjeongguk-blog]

magnolia.

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Jeongguk leaned his head back against the bark of the tree trunk, his eyes slipping shut as he enjoyed the nice cool breeze that brushed past him. Spread out on his lap and beside him were a series of books, all materials he should be studying rather than plainly ignoring. But even he couldn’t ignore the chance to enjoy the nice weather. When he had woke up this morning and found the humidity had gone down, Jeongguk knew he wouldn’t be able to resist. It was moments of total relaxation like this though that left his mind wandering, musing over time lost due to a series of unfortunate events. He began to drift off slowly and wondered if a little bit of a nap in the shade of the tree wouldn’t be such a bad thing.

Scrapped knees, dirty handprints, the sound of laughter. These are the things he associates with her, the girl he calls one of his best friends. His brother tells him they’re annoying but he says it playfully as though he can’t help but to love their antics. Jeongguk can’t help but to think that he’s secretly jealous of how much fun they have together. Every night after dinner, and while his brother is studying, he breaks down just how much fun he had playing with Luda that day and how much they had planned for the next. His brother scoffs but gently runs his hands through Jeongguk’s hair as he mindlessly turns the next page and nods along.

A loud noise in the distance took him by surprise, jerking him out of his slumber and causing him to clutch painfully at his chest. His eyes darted around wildly before he finally was able to sink back against the sturdy presence of the tree behind him. A group of students not too far from where he’s settled, glance in his direction and laugh lightly under their breath. He barely is able to resist the urge to make a face and instead plainly stares in return before turning back to his notebook.

[cvjiho-blog]

escape game ( kjh & kld )

for some reason, jiho just hasn’t been getting along with the kim family. for starters, she manages to meet taehyung in a rather uncomfortable situation where she’s basically nomming on one of his underwear as a fox and then she’s forced to clean his room; then she gets him all embarrassed and again, uncomfortable at the mad tea party, despite her not wanting anything but just be friends with him. and now here’s his sister who, again, for some reason just doesn’t seem to like jiho at all. she’s been wondering why because damn, she really freaking wants to know what she’s doing wrong – but yoongi told her it’s probably just that their personalities are so vastly different. 

it’s funny how often they hang out in their animal forms. after all, you can’t talk while transformed and that makes everything, well, just a lot more endurable.

when the news of the abnormalities perceived in the caves first pop up, jiho is thrilled; she barely believes that she and bora had been there only a week ago or so. they were so close to something exciting – and now they’re sending explorer teams to the caves! jiho’s been waiting to hook up with bora and go for another adventure (she was sure they were the only insane enough students who weren’t even a bit scared of the news), but things managed to get off to the wrong tracks faster than a catching fire. 

and now, she’s stuck in the passageways of a cave with kim luda, one of the very few people whom she just can’t get along with, and to top it all, they’re being chased by a goddamn mist that burns her skin more intensely than actual fire. 

for the first time today, she’s a tiny bit terrified.

“okay,” jiho speaks first, her feet rooted in the ground even though they should really start to get moving, “i know you don’t like me for some reason, but we’re in this together, so please let’s work together and get out of here? unless you want to risk the opportunity to die here, in which i am willing to stay with you so you wouldn’t have to alone, but i still have many things i want to do in my life, so... please?”

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[cvjieun-blog]

Scattered notes

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That’s what you get for rushing

It was probably far too late by now but she still wanted to take a chance and desperately hoped it wasn’t. This library was far too huge and the school way too populated for her to have made such a mistake. Not paying attention to the time, she was almost late for class and though she was sure she had gathered all her notes, by the time she got back to her dorm and started sifting through them for her project notes, they weren’t there.

Without thinking, she had hastily shoved them into the volume she had been using and carelessly left it on the table she occupied. Hours had already passed since then and of course when she went to the library the table she had previously used was already taken, the book nowhere in sight. She moved as fast as she could between the shelves of books, trying to find that particular one she needed.

If they were just notes for class she could care less, those were easy to replace, but she had just started on a new project. Sure, she was still in the conceptual stages so it’s not like anything looked coherent on paper, but she needed something to work off of. If anyone else were to get their hands on her notes, it would probably just look like a bunch of random scribbles to them, and she had no doubts that someone who end up trashing them.

To her horror, the book wasn’t on the shelf in its original spot either, which meant that a student had to have it. This could mean she try and track down the student who would have it, or she could dive into the trash and see if anyone happened to throw out her notes. Hoping for the best, she did another round of the library, checking on every table while trying to be as discreet as possible. 

There, on an empty table lay the book she was looking for. She picked it up, grinning as she flipped through it to find the papers she had stuffed in it and not noticing that someone was behind her as she turned around. A small yelp of surprise escaped her as she dropped the book, dropping it and sending her notes scattering out from between the pages and across the floor.

“I’m so sorry!”