#miwoohee

[mixjiae]

@miwoohee

it was mesmerizing to watch the washers spin colors around and around, easy to lose yourself in your own thoughts. it was early morning and jiae was sure she was still asleep, so the machines weren’t helping. she’d gone through the five outfits she’d packed in her bag and had to do some laundry. in the back of her mind she was imagining her own place, wondering how leases work. she was strangely sheltered in some aspects of her life and fiercely independent in the others. she still had a bit to go though before she could stop sleeping at the sauna’s. 

sounds of frustration caught her attention from next to her. she tilted her head down and took a small peek, hiding behind her bob as much as she could. a woman, not much older than her, sat fiddling with her phone. her brows knit together in frustration and jiae became a litttle amused. it was out of the ordinary to see someone so out of place with a phone, especially someone who looked like she could be jiae’s older sister. 

after fifth attempt at lord knows what, and seeing the frustration grow on the strangers face, she spoke up quietly and with something she hadn’t yet used in this city; a genuine smile. 

“can i help you out with that?”

[lhmiko]

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Random Generated Sentence Starters - Not Accepting!

13.  Bite their tongue while eating.

It had been ages since Miteum last went out to eat, and even a longer time since he went out to eat with someone. After joining Hydrus Miteum had become surprisingly busy and have barely had the time for hanging out with anybody, even the Hydrus members he rarely ever sees. This had really been about time he saw someone, and so when he reached out to an old friend and they agreed to meet up he was overfilled with joy, not completely knowing what the two could do after such a long time with not seeing each other he decided that perhaps they could grab dinner, he could be the one to pay, after all, with his new job he has a fair share of money.

But he had not expected it would be so awkward between the two, no, both Miteum and Woohee were just silently eating their meal. At last Miteum decided to break the silence, the two were friends, it wasn’t supposed to be so awkward. However the moment he opened his mouth he closed it again; he had nothing to say. And so he just put another bite of his food in his mouth, the moment he closed his mouth to chew however he felt a weird pain, immediately out of instinct spitting out the food. “Shit, ah, my tongue” he says, almost inaudible from the pain.

[mixjiae]

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SEND ME A “WHOOPS” AND MY MUSE WILL…8. Walk in on your muse in the shower.

soft humming filled the locker room while jiae undressed, tossing her things into her locker. night number.. something. she was too tired to think and craved nothing but hot, hot water down her shoulder blades. she kept telling herself that she’d give herself the night off the following night, but kept going out to perform and rack up the money. she didn’t mind the sauna but she wanted to get a place, settle, a bed to go home to at the end of the day.

she’s running from herself, trying to mold a new version in a new city. she couldn’t change her past self, but the world knew nothing of moon jiae.

old or new, jiae was still shy and modest, raised to be prim and proper. she preferred the private showers rather than communal options. it sounded like everyone had left for the night or at least had caught the place during a slow period. wrapped in a towel, she carried a small shower caddy over to one of the stalls and opened the curtain.

“OH MY GOSH–”

just as quick as she had opened the curtain, jiae yanked it shut and turned her back to it. 

“i-i’m so sorry! i didn’t know you were in there a-and i thought everyone was gone– i’m so sorry!!”

a woman had seemed to have just got in before her shower and jiae had the misfortune of picking the exact stall the woman had. god, what luck.

[seungwoomi-blog]

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my muse will piggyback your muse to safety after they’ve been hurt.

“it’s really not a big deal—” seungwoo begins to say. she’s light on his back and he isn’t so cruel as to walk past someone who could use a hand. it makes it easier that he recognizes her, that he doesn’t mind her much, but seungwoo’s too realistic to pretend like he wouldn’t help a complete stranger stagger through the night if it meant feeling the survivor’s guilt on his shoulders lessen by the world’s karmic hand. “besides, you live near here, right? it’s not out of my way.” 

he’d figured it was nothing major: a trip, a fall, a sprained ankle that’ll swell to the size of a balloon come tomorrow. nothing serious, but the pain in the moment’s enough to warrant a limp, sometimes a grimace, sometimes both. his heart isn’t soft anymore, not in the way he wishes it was, but hippocrates always whispers at the back of his mind when seungwoo wants to be lazy: and you say you’ll heal the sick?

maybe this is his way of saying thank-you, too. you know, seungwoo doesn’t say aloud—for a lot of reasons, but he’ll write it off tonight as hating small talk—my little brother had the biggest crush on you. that feels like years ago. back when seungwoo was on the verge of graduating from myeongmoon, when his little brother came home from seungri high every afternoon with the goofiest grin on his lips, claiming he was in love. you know, he doesn’t say, i almost gave up on him until you came back.

(because, because, because, the ugly voice in his head—so selfish, so greedy—chants, if you survived, can’t he?)

“noona,“ he says, the honorific slipping past his lips out of respect first, and affection second. growing up in myeongcho, it was hard feigning ignorance of people who’d staked a claim in the island before him. his parents raised him to be polite, to be conscious, and some things stick like glue. he cranes his head ever-so-slightly, offers a smile. “how’s your ankle feeling? any better?”

[chaexmi-blog]

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randomly generated starter meme;✧·ﾟ─ .20 Have your muse help them recover from an injury.

A certified, competent, phd-holding doctor having a civilian help him with his incredulous arm injury must be a joke. But here they were, in this dainty little cafe on the wrong side of town, and much too far away from the nearest hospital or clinic, attempting to patch up his careless mistake. “Could you please hold this?” He asks gently with pain etched into his features as he holds out his black duffle coat. He couldn’t see the swelling of his left arm until this moment, and he grimaces visibly at the sight, because it shouldn’t be this bad. It was just a little trip… then he hit the traffic light pole in his panic, but the universe wasn’t done with him yet and he hit the pavement, so maybe this is all justified in the end. Hyungwon makes the split-decision that he’s going to lay off his homemade drugs for a while; no matter how wonderfully practical they are. This is the second injury he’s conjured in result of the stuff.

There’s a bit of a struggle as he lifts his dislocated joint, and even more mental struggle by the fact that he can’t feel his fingers too well. Desperately, he asks the same brunette for some aid in this foolish ordeal, which he only has himself to blame for — he admits that much. “How strong are you?” He questions; thinking it’s already a silly question from the start. In theory, it shouldn’t hurt. At least, he knows how to make it as painless as possible, but he doesn’t really have the patience to teach a stranger how to do it at the moment. “I may need some assistance in.. relocating my shoulder.” One way ticket to pain it is. 

[mixgrim]

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███▓▒░░ SEND ME A “WHOOPS” AND MY MUSE WILL… Accidently take a drink of your muse's drink. ░░▒▓███

Everything was pissing him off today. First his childhood friend had spontaneously decided to go clubbing and involuntarily gained him as companion, then some dick head had tried to pick Eunmi up and at last he had accidently punched some random girl who was just passing by at the dance floor. This was definitely not his day. After making sure that his friend was away from all creeps, he headed to the table were the bartender had brought him a drink. Clubs were horrible. Dark, stuffy and overflowing with people. He wasn't a people's man after all. And only alcohol could make this night bearable, since he had no idea how long that brat intended to dance.

Grumbling he picked up the glass and took a sip out of it, making a groaning sound to express the pleasure he connected with alcohol. When he was about to put it back down, he noticed a second glass standing on the table. It contained the same iced liquor much to Dohwan's surprise. A female's hand touched the edge of the glass he was still holding onto. Dohwan looked at the other, she looked at him, before telling him that this was her glass, clearly identifiable by the red stain from her lipstick. This was definitely not Dohwan's day.