9. Does your character dream or are their nights filled with an empty blackness? Describe a dream they’ve had or a night they couldn’t sleep and what they did to preoccupy their time.
> ( 9 ) does your character dream or are their nights filled with an empty blackness? describe a dream they’d had or a night they couldn’t sleep and what they did to preoccupy their time.
usually, jihyun would be one who’d have nights filled with wondrous dreams but as of late, due to her busy and heavy schedule, the exhaustion has pushed her to remain rather insomniac some nights and overly-lethargic during others; while some sleeps are rather dark and forgetful, others are spent awake and hidden in the shadows of her home.
it’s nearing three. a time jihyun obviously shouldn’t have let come while her eyes remained awake. footsteps are a duo of ghosts that run step by step from her couch to her bedroom. the moonlight that dawned her living room had done her no good — all it did was make her want to continue stargazing at the night behind her window. perhaps her room would do her good — maybe the dark would call her mind to succumb to the exhaustion that her body told her she was feeling. something her mind wasn’t agreeing to. because she thought she was fine, she wasn’t tired. she was not sleepy, not at all.
a single hand reaches for an idle phone, the pitch-black screen hibernating as it charged. the soft murmur of a puppy’s snores could be heard from beneath her bed, several feet to the right where domo lay. his fluffy white head lolled over the edge of his dog bed as all fours were set to the sky.
light illuminates the room, brightening the dim room with the clear power that a 100% charged iphone held. several clicks bring her to a call screen, in the midst of darkness on her head, she makes no move to turn on another light, utilizing the brightness of her screen to highlight the soft features of her face, blonde hair a golden mess strung across her face as her head finally finds a place in the subtle dent of her pillow.
she hears the annoying default ringtone that easily distinguished the facetime app on her phone. it’s short and not-at-all missed when it’s cut to reveal the face of the person she decided to call so late into the night.
{` — stifles a laugh because this question amuses him to no end. favorite roommate? they all goof around with each other and he’s pretty sure he has to get revenge on someone for hiding his phone in the fridge he might’ve left it there but they all point the finger at each other so same difference } Favorite is gonna be … Jayce hyung because he feeds me and drives me places sometimes. Priorities and everything, you know. Least favorite, I’ma have to go with … Duck hyung because he wouldn’t let me borrow his HBA shirt but it’s cool, it’s cool. {` — if it’s not cool, why is he bringing it up, right? he’s joking around to be honest because he can’t pick a least favorite. oh wait } Can I redo that part? My least favorite is Champ. I think Duck hyung hides his kicks now because of that dog.
on most days (all days), routine was something that jihyun had loathed to no end. she didn’t like the simplicity and inspontaneity that was a schedule held, not when she was often one who stepped to her own beat of the drum. but unlike what most of her days entitled her to do, there were some things she looked forward to. one of those things tended to be her getting home, jumping into her jammies and turning to her phone, calling up the one person she knew would be up and moving with no intentions of rest. despite not being able to do most things with technology, after a few lessons from the other, she had finally gotten the hand of facetiming. so each night, whether or not the other liked it, jihyun would call. whether to say something random or to rant about her day, she would. which brought her to now, phone held in her hand as she sat in her kitchen’s dining chair; domo happily relaxing on the kitchen tabletop, head in his paws.
[ facetime: calling minwoonky ]
as soon as the call gets picked up, she frowns at the sight. eyebrows knitting to reveal the displeasure of what she sees. but her words differ from her expression as she slumps against her kitchen table; moving the screen away to show a rather unflattering shot of her and domo, “today sucked, my voice cracked. make me feel better.”
