#dhweunbyeol

[dhwdanbi]

cue the comedy of errors;

co-starring the unsuspecting @dhweunbyeol​:

danbi doesn’t get many opportunities to practice. while she much prefers getting use of her lockpicks, the residences she’s most curious about sneaking into have long abandoned keys in favor of passcodes. which… is fine, really. danbi couldn’t accomplish as much as she has by only getting in through the intended entryways. she simply feels a greater sense of pride wielding her prized tools to get through a door, as opposed to the more brutish task of prying or breaking a window open.

all of this is to say: danbi needs to work on bypassing those blasted keypads. luckily for her, the building she lives in uses those keypads. and there just so happens to be a promising room one floor down for her to test her methods on.

she thought about going for a vacant apartment, in the early stages of this particular plan. it would cut out the potential for getting caught entirely, as long as she timed her attempt right. but the longer she thought about it, the more danbi’s interest turned to her fellow tenants; she makes sure to time things, regardless. might as well pick someplace lived-in, and take a little souvenir of her success.

so one afternoon, she heads out for a stroll. buys herself a jacket that looks so nice, she can’t help but change into it before heading back home. steps off the elevator right before her floor, stops at a door that’d be right before hers, and takes out her phone as she sets her fingertips on the keypad. it’s not so hard to guess a passcode for one with a social media presence like this girl. danbi bites back a smile as she slips inside, not even sparing a glance around her; she’s more interested in gauging the worth of everything in the immediate vicinity as she closes the door. a cursory glance doesn’t reveal much, though, so she flips the switch as she walks in— and stops short at catching a sound besides her steps. a soft, even sound that she wouldn’t have noticed, if it didn’t suddenly change with her entrance.

shit. she doesn’t have time to hide, does she?

[dhwjunhee]

` instagram worthy ;

a starter for @dhweunbyeol !

     if there’s someone normal he can usually get away with spending time with, it’s eunbyeol. that’s mostly because they’re both on campus a lot and his parents only ever see him posting food photos with her — not that junhee posts all that much. he just kind of lives in his instagram story. posts are too much commitment, in some ways — he always feels obliged to put some kind of caption. as eunbyeol would probably say, though, that sounds like a him problem. 

     his parents have gotten a little more relaxed as time passes by (his sixteenth birthday had come and gone with very little incident), and he still hasn’t met whoever is reincarnated as maleficient. he’s starting to think that maybe, just maybe — maybe they’re not meant to live in this lifetime and that’s why nothing has happened quite yet. so he’s been allowed to go out on his own more often, although he hasn’t really been very adventurous with his time, instead mostly spending it at the same places he always has. 

     just more often!

     which is how he finds himself at cupid’s cafe once more (it’s only the millionth time this month) with eunbyeol, ready to try the latest confectionary for her beloved instagram. “what do you want to have today?” he asks his unlikely friend with a small frown on his face.