#rihabe

[bexjo]

hurry up and wait ;

@rihabe

unlike what most may suspect, jo is not one of the most patient people in the world, even though he tries really, really hard to be. it's not out of any sort of sense of self-entitlement (although his somewhat high self-esteem probably does lend to that), but merely a 'nothing moves fast enough for me and i'm trying to maintain composure politely but i'm slowly going insane' kind of way.

he's never rude about it to the source of the waiting though; as uncivilized as he can be sometimes, jo does have manners and respects the time it takes for small businesses, made to order food and drinks, and other various concessions, but god it feels like time is slowly creeping along and yet getting slower and slower by the millisecond. he tries to quell the urge to bounce on his feet, as if that will make the line move faster (spoiler alert, it never does), but the food wafting from the stall in front of him smells divine, and he swears that his stomach is mere moments away from climbing out of his body and making its way there itself- despite not actually know what kind of snack they're even in line for.

so, jo does what jo does best and looks for a way to entertain himself. this time, it just so happens to be chatting to the girl just in front of him, goofy grin and all as he tucks his hands inside his jacket pockets to warm them again. not only is he being friendly, he thinks, but it's a good excuse to 'practice' his korean, as everyone keeps telling him. (if jo is honest, he's starting to get annoyed about being identified as a foreigner the moment he opens his mouth too, so he's made a promise to himself to get better for the new year(s).)

"soooo... do you wait here often?" he questions, gesturing towards the stall ahead of them, "and followup question... uhhh... what is this line for?"

[beyinuo]

on top of the world.

@rihabe

if there's one thing that yinuo would never do, it would be to take her youth too seriously. sure, she learned the value of a strong work ethic from her parents early on, but she's always craved adventure, freedom, and a bit of fun. it's why she left home to pursue a career in a field she honestly had no business entering a few years back. more imperatively, it's why she finds herself in a crowded club now, dancing between countless sweating bodies and singing along to the music even when she doesn't know the lyrics. there's a pleasant buzz thrumming through her veins from drinks knocked back at the bar and the thump thump thump of the bass rumbles in her chest.

alas, just because she feels like she's soaring on cloud nine from all the fun she's having on the dance floor doesn't mean her physical body doesn't still have all of it's painfully mortal demands. she runs out of breath, ready for a break, and makes her way over to the ladies' room still breathing heavily as she leans against the sink, examining how the long-lasting claims her favorite makeup brands made have any validity to them. she's sweating and uncomfortable herself at this point and it feels good to cool off for a moment, her stomach pressed into the cold countertop as she stretches towards the mirror.

yinuo is just touching up her lipgloss when another door opens and she sees what may be one of the prettiest women she's ever seen in her life. so pretty, in fact, that even without the alcohol in her system she would likely have let out the same exclamation: "oh my god, you look so good," she gushes, first at the mirror and then turning around to face the girl properly. "your makeup is so hot, and i love your hair! can i see up close? wait, you're so pretty, stop!" she can't stop laying on the compliments, each one genuine but no less flattering than the last.

[beyuji]

a starter for @rihabe

( catch me if you can )

this is absolutely a bad idea.

yuji is done for—she has no business lining up for the zombie run with riha. she should have said no, put her foot down more. its going to be embarrassing for yuji, who is not at all really athletic in the sense that the zombie run calls for. she’s going to get caught, or worse— completely humiliate herself by tripping over her own feet.

but riha had been so earnest in asking, so much so that yuji couldn’t even consider the idea of turning her down. or maybe yuji is a little pitiful, pliant under the idea of a pretty girl wanting her company.

which brings her to now, her chest heaving from running in a way that exercising hasn’t felt like. yuji hates her— mostly how she can feel the sweat stick to the back of her neck. every breath she takes in feels like sandpaper against her lungs.

“i think,” yuji says in a wheeze, leaning against a wall as she catches her breath. her eyes dart around for any sight of the ‘zombies’. “i think i need a second,”

[beclaudine]

pose.

“we look so good!” claudine exclaims the moment she sees the two of them—and their outfits—reflected in one of the windows along the shopping districts. always the encouraging person, she pulled @rihabe with her to be her matching partner today too. claudine doesn’t mind doing a lot of the heavy lifting, in regards to costume and make-up, she never found it a burden. more of a personal project, something she loved doing and was wholly passionate about—that extends to whenever she’s cosplaying with a friend.

“it’d be a waste if we just go home without taking any pictures!” claudine states, not taking no for an answer, no matter what. “you’re okay with that, right?” even though riha might be apprehensive, claudine is confident enough that she can convince riha otherwise. “and our poses—we can’t just pose for giggles. it has to be… you know, dramatic, and close.”

to show riha what she means, she wraps her fingers around riha’s wrist and tugs her in closer—she takes out her phone and points the camera towards the two of them. with a smile and no warning at all, claudine takes a candid photo just like that. “something like this, but a lot more postured. it’ll be fun! we should find some place with a good background though.”

she turns to the other girl, a rather excited smile on her face. “look at yourself!” she says, showing riha the screen. “you look beautiful, really. pink hair suits you, you know? now all you need to do is smile.”

[mayaxbe]

☼ — won’t you navigate me ;

a waterbomb starter for @rihabe !

maya shakes her head as they walk past a particularly aggressive water hose, laughing as her wet hair contributes to the splashing all around. 

it’s a little annoying, if she’s being honest, but she can’t complain too much. she did pay for the ticket and everything. “but do they need to be firing those things everywhere?”, she complains anyway. she’s not even sure why she brought sunglasses to begin with. 

as they reach safety near a merch stand - surely no one would be crazy enough to shoot water guns near overpriced t-shirts, right? - she sighs in relief, and checks her phone. “ah, the next act won’t be for a while... what should we do next?” she turns to riha, her lips pursing. “i’m kinda hungry, i guess...” 

her eyes dart around the venue, looking for anything interesting to pass the time with, as otherwise trying to decide what to snack on would take them ages. it’s then that she spots a group forming in the middle of the crowd, and it catches her attention. “oh, what is that? are they... dancing?” maya vaguely remembers there was something about a dance challenge for the festival. she does her best to keep up with social media trends, but there are some days she can barely find the time to pick up the phone. 

“wanna give it a shot?”, she pokes the other with an elbow and bites down on her lower lip. the more she thinks about it, the funnier it seems. “you can like, easily outdance them. i bet you’re gonna be made center and everything. and it would be great free advertisement for my studio”, she winks.

[bechangmin]

friends! // starter for @rihabe

changmin feels a sort of closeness towards riha. though he isn't quite sure how to frame it – riha reminds him of his older sister. which makes sense, really. she's a good four years older than him, and changmin finds himself comfortable around her presence.

comfortable enough to invite her out for a quick shopping trip. some clothes to buy for school, and to spruce up his rather sad and empty room.

he waits by the gym ( not having enough confidence to enter on his own either ), eyes perking up whenever a particularly attractive person walked by – wow... he's handsome! changmin blinks, attracted and slightly envious. could he perhaps look that way one day as well?

he doesn't let the thought linger for long though, when he spots riha coming out of the gym. "noona!" he beams, waving the older girl over. "i'm here!" he smiles, excited to see his friend. "how was work!"

[besiwoo]

sticky // starter for @rihabe

siwoo's never been a fan of loud places – he's always preferred quiet cafes, the library, somewhere that isn't so hot, with people screaming at each other ever so often. but he's here, at waterbomb – for some reason.

the sun is scorching though, and siwoo's just glad that he's brought a bottle of sunscreen, because the last thing he needs is a sunburn. still, he finds himself hidden by the shades as he watches people walk by. he's pretty sure someone's performing soon, but he isn't a particularly huge fan – and if anything, being caught in a crowd like that, bodies meshing together in this heat – yeah, it doesn't exactly sound ideal.

at the very least, he's got some yogurt in hand to combat the heat, as he waits for the crowd to settle down. he'll probably sit somewhere later, but for now this spot feels as though it's the best.

it's then when he spots a familiar figure – someone he'd seen at the gym often. "riha?" he calls out, waving over to his friend. "hey! long time no see!" it has been a long time. siwoo hasn't frequented the gym in months, ever since next gen. and now more often than not, would simply use the facilities in the lime building.

[bexsua]

✏️

( don't light my fire by dreamcatcher ) cw: minor violence mention

there’s a creak of the floorboard that stills both sua and riha, both of them staring in horror at the other. neither of them move from their hiding spots, waiting with baited breath for the next sound. she can feel her heart hammering in her chest, all false bravado lost in the face of pure hearted fear. 

another creak. a door opening down the hall. riha’s expression tenses and sua panics. should they still be hiding? waiting for something to happen? what if they wait too long and then there is no time to do anything to protect themselves? 

sua has always been more fight then flight— her eyes roaming over the room for anything she can protect herself with. whoever that freak is in the house, if he gets the best of her, then sua will at the very least go out all guns swinging. 

catching sight of something under the bed, sua darts for it— dragging a baseball bat out, quickening her actions when she can hear another creak down the hall. baseball bat clutched in her arms, she chances another glance at riha— only to have her staring back.

“gotta do something,” sua mouths, jerking her head towards the hallway, her grip tightening around the bat. understanding crosses riha’s face, and if they were in better circumstances, sua might have smiled at the expression of seriousness that overtakes the oldest face.

but a door slamming and something getting knocked to the ground brings them right back into the present. sua grits her teeth, and plays the waiting game. though it comes far sooner than she expects– and she’s not sure whether to be thankful or vexed because of it.

it’s riha darting out from her hiding space that alerts her, the body that moves right past her– intent on getting to riha first that they don’t see sua at all. big mistake.she swings, and crack! she scores!