#msumiyoung

[msuqianghe]

— a helping hand

with @msumiyoung

Qiang He hoisted his bag over his shoulder, bidding goodbye to the head nurse in the Hospital Wing and the other part timers, and headed out. Being a graduate student was definitely a challenge but with that challenge came a wealth of experience and knowledge, something that he loved wholeheartedly. Working part time in the Hospital Wing gave him a good opportunity to try out the more practical side of his education, since dealing with actual patients with real ailments was different than just reading about theory in a textbook or listening to a lecture.

He was on his way to the library to pick up a book concerning the properties of willow bark in healing potions when he spotted a familiar figure. Qiang He hesitated for a moment, watching the other, wondering if they would feel like he was overstepping some invisible line if he approached. After a brief internal struggle his concerned, Healer side won, so he adjusted his course and walked over quietly to lay a gentle hand on her shoulder.

“Hey, Miyoung-ssi,” he murmured, eyes trained on her ankle, noting that she wasn’t resting much of her weight on it. “you’re hurt. Mind if I take a look? It could get worse if you keep walking on it. You’re captain of the cheer squad, right? It wouldn’t do if you strain a minor injury and suddenly have to be out for a month or more to recover.”

[msulevi]

artificial love.

with @msumiyoung, at a korean bbq place.

‘you two make quite the beautiful pair.’ it’s the first thing they hear when they’re taken to their seats, the waitress’ beaming smile particularly blinding. uh, ok. levi should’ve told her they’re not — a pair, that is, because they are beautiful — but instead he’s grinning cheekily. “thank you! do you offer a couple’s discount?” because kang levi is nothing if not a cheapskate. then again, if miyoung had expected anything different, she probably wouldn’t have suggested they go out to eat at a korean barbecue. he’d taken her out of mokseong and out of the village, instead opting to take that train ride of an hour back to the bustling city of busan so he could take her to his favorite place. sure, they’re muggles, but he could hide his wand for a few hours.

‘about that, sir, i’d like to talk to you about your form of payment.’ shit. for a brief, split second, levi’s panicking: had he accidentally paid in advance with wizarding currency? the look he shoots miyoung is one of confusion, but by the time he realized he hadn’t — how would he have paid in advance when they hadn’t even made reservations? — the waitress has already guided him out towards the back, where a short, stout man in the fanciest suit he’d ever seen came over to clasp his hands excitedly. ‘congratulations,’ he said, and what the fuck was going on?

it’s not until minutes later, when he’s back into his seat, that he realized what the hell’s going on… and that maybe they could take advantage of this. an idea is already forming. “alright, don’t react,” he’s taking a sip of the water he’s not even sure he ordered at this point, but that’s not the weirdest thing that’s happened to him within the ten minutes they’ve been there. he’s looking out of the window — they really did seat them at one of the best tables — instead of miyoung, trying to avoid suspicion. act like a normal, happy couple. “apparently everything’s been paid for by the manager because they think i’m about to propose to you over dessert.”

[msuqueenbee]

the cheerleaders are led by a drill sergeant. miyoung's contact in malia's phone is general gyeon

[msukevin]

blind date

✘ CLOSED STARTER — @msumiyoung​

It’d been a while since Kevin had gone on any kind of date. Most girls at Mokseong had already known him and rejected him from their time at Hogwarts. When he expanded his pool of candidates, they were also quick to reject him, as well. But no matter, everytime he fell, Kevin would stand right back up, like a phoenix from the ashes. He was used to the rejections— it just meant that she wasn’t the one for him— and that was fine in his book (he was still able to admire from afar, anyway). 

But now here we was for another go with a new girl. He waited outside of Busan station, where they’d agreed to meet, away from the familiarity of Mokseong. Kevin didn’t mind, though. The commute from Mokseong station was wasn’t too long and he loved to explore new places when he got the chance. 

With the small bouquet of flowers, he’d look over his shoulder every now and then, trying to keep an eye open for any beautiful strangers who happened to look just as lost as he was. And before long, he found her (at least he thought so). 

On agile feet, Kevin jogged in the stranger’s direction to meet her halfway. He really hoped he wasn’t wrong about this. Not only would it have be extremely awkward to approach someone completely unrelated to the situation, but he also didn’t know if any blind date could top this girl. She was beautiful— ethereal, even. He smiled as he met eyes with her, praying that she’d answer yes to the question he asked.

“Hey there! You wouldn’t happen to be Miyoung, would you? Gyeon Miyoung?”

[msuatlas]

take her to chanel, 'cause she fine

        junior year,                         with @msumiyoung.

             second meeting of the week and still, nothing is up to his expectations. atlas jeong thought he had everything under control because he usually does, or else he wouldn't be here, sitting in the most powerful position of the art club with all eyes fixated solely on him. well, guess what? apparently he doesn't anymore but he's going to fix this. the tension in the room is high and intense as a guitar string that's about to snap —— the homicidal look on his face only makes it worse. why the hell did they vote him as the president if they're just going to ignore his words? excuses after excuses, “i was too caught up in schoolwork" to “i actually just got back to campus because my grandma's sick"... yeah, like he's going to believe any of that. 

even though he's only been the head of the club for a few months after the previous president graduated, they already know too god damn well what's like to be working with him: you play hard but you also work ten times harder. this is seriously stressing him out. the rhythm of his long, slim fingers drumming on the table is the only sound in the room then it's also him that breaks the deadly silence. “the event is a week from now and we're not postponing anything.” despite some members suggested that he should, considering how many of them haven't been able to finish the given tasks but it’s not his effing problem. when they have bounding activities, damn, it's fun as shit but again, work hard, play hard, at least try to even them out. he has two part-time jobs, bunch of assignments and club issues to take care of and they only have one job. one. job. 

“i only care about the results. time's ticking, if the deadline approaches and you still can't get it done, get the hell out of h—” and that's when he sees her from the corner of his eyes, which causes the guy to blink twice. his monolid eyes widen in absolute astonishment, lips still parted as he's in the middle of a speech right now yet two beats have already passed by and atlas hasn't managed to finish it, all because of an uninvited guest that none of the members would have ever expected to see. not even atlas himself. then again, having known gyeon miyoung for long enough ( he assumes ), this is totally expected from her. she doesn't fear shit, y’know? much like him but what the hell, her presence right now does freak him out a little.

“here.” the final word's out. as if this meeting hasn't been stressful enough, now another form of stress is coming his way.

[msuhyewon]

⟪ on guard ⟫

having grown up with @msumiyoung in her life, hyewon finds it difficult sometimes to see the younger girl as anything other than the childhood playmate she had always taken care of. and despite the rumours that have been consistently flying around about how the younger girl is mean, ruthless, and hot-tempered, hyewon has never really paid any attention to those. she knows miyoung much better than most of the people who are talking, and she knows that miyoung isn’t actually cruel. 

in the end, miyoung is her little sister, and while hyewon isn’t so foolish as to claim and blindly say that miyoung is perfect — no one is, after all — she certainly also doesn’t believe that miyoung is anything like people say she is. they say that she’s unnecessarily mean, but the miyoung she knows tries to diffuse situations before resorting to other means. 

miyoung isn’t a bad girl, at least, hyewon doesn’t think so. and she’ll firmly continue to believe that until proven otherwise. 

“miyoung-ah,” she says when she reaches the younger girl, having texted miyoung and asked to meet up. she’s careful not to draw any conclusions, wanting to hear her good-as-sister’s side first. “i heard that you hexed someone. what really happened?”

[leealec]

▷ 2kids / miyoung

1:1 with @msumiyoung​

The library never looked more promising that Wednesday. Alec had some free time to spend and despite being hungry, his research for a paper sounded more interesting than eating - besides that, staying inside, surrounded by silence seemed as perfect as spending hours dancing, it was his kind of healing moment.

As he got inside, the librarian just looked at him, unimpressed to see Alec there again and he also didn’t pay attention to her, going immediately to find the books he needed to start being productive. He wondered, for the nth time if he could conjure food there but he wouldn't want to risk his time there so he just kept his focus on finding his needed books.

There was a specific spot hidden behind the piles of old books about the great war that most people would never find if they didn't know it existed previously. Somehow someone smart set that place up, making it so comfortable one couldn't avoid using it for their free time and it was Alec’s favorite. There he could be in silence or even listen to music really low, only someone paying him a visit would notice. 

His immediate reaction when he noticed the pair of female legs poking out of the pile of books was to frown. Then he got mad because that was his spot and some random girl was there. In the end he just took a closer look at the person stealing his spot.

Oh great, he thought as Miyoung’s eyes looked right back at him; Alec rolled his eyes and was ready to say something rude (because he couldn’t avoid it), when he noticed the books around her had all the same theme: dancing.

He never knew she was into dancing, he never really saw her at the dancing club even though he knew she was a part of the cheerleading squad. 

“Reading won’t make you any better you know.” he pointed to the book, the familiar cover making him smirk; he had one copy of that book, signed by the author and it was one of his most prized possessions. “What are you trying to do?”

[waterlxgged]

heights

with @msumiyoung

if you were going to tell insu that he would end up in a ferris wheel with a really pretty girl at the first festival in his junior year, he probably would have ignored you. or chuckled. but now here he is, still a little slightly tipsy from all the butterbeer junhwan made him drink. the night time sky is out now, stars are twinkling up in the sky and the festival’s bright lights are everywhere. insu just wanted the opportunity to be inside the ferris wheel again by himself (the first time he had ever been on it was with hamin but don’t let anyone else know that). 

so here he is, in the ferris wheel with a girl he’s seen but never really spoken to before. the air is awkward but insu refuses to say anything, in fear of saying something weird due to the butterbeer still in his system. he glances out, seeing sihwan and automatically feeling a little bit better. but for now he stays silent because he doesn’t know this girl and he doesn’t want to say anything to upset her.