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[fukwon]

SEULGI

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[sujoengs-blog]

“I trusted you!”

STRANGE SENTENCE STARTERS … accepted !

nothing probably felt better than a cup of something caffeinated after a long day, especially if all-nighters were pulled for almost two days in a row. soojung was exhausted and seulgi blatantly pointed out that she looked like she came out of a horror movie, hair in a matted mess and bags under her eyes darker than her future. soojung wanted to say something, but she was too tired to use any of what was left of her energy to argue. the female offered to buy her a drink, just because a dead soojung probably wouldn’t be much fun. but after returning with a tray of cold refreshments, she had almost forgotten that maybe a few pastries would provide a small push of energy. but soojung was a little more tired than she expected, and her eyes began to flutter and before she knew it, the tray slipped from her grip and the drinks came crashing down. it was enough to wake her up but it was only then she had realized what she had done, eyes widening in horror. her friend came back, shrieking in disbelief as both pairs of eyes were glued to the brown sticky mess on the floor. oops. “shit, i’m so sorry seul– i didn’t think this would happen–”

[fukwon]

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☺ a voice of a child singing

“Seul?” The man looked rather nervous as he scanned the dark room. He had no idea how he ended up in such a place. The only thing he knew for sure was that Seulgi had to be somewhere near here. He was so sure that he could hear her voice, somewhere in the distance. Suddenly pots and pans fell down, doors were flying open and closed, there was yelling and screaming to be heard, but still no sign of Seulgi. “Fuck.” The man cursed under his breath as he started to jog, looking at every room. “SEULGI” He yelled one more time, but there was still no reply. 

Jacob ran down the hallway, the only way to the bathroom. When he reached it, it turned out to be locked. Jacob obviously knew something wasn’t right. Was there someone else other than him in this building? He moved across the kitchen, suddenly bumping into a small figure what caused him to be startled. His heart skipped a beat and his breathing speed increased, but that all was for nothing. It was Seulgi, he finally found the one he was looking for. Before she could say anything, Jacob cut her off. “There is something in the kitchen.” He whispered, making her stand behind him. The loud noise stopped, which caused him to be even more nervous. Before entering the kitchen he took a deep breath, hoping this would not be his last.  He expected to see some sort of figure, maybe even demon-like, instead it’s empty and dark. He began to feel around the wall, knowing there should be a light switch somewhere. Finally he finds it and switch it on, but only lights in the back —on the opposite of the kitchen— come on. With Seulgi’s hand in his own he stats off in that direction a tickling noise, like running water. It sounds as if it might be coming from one of the sinks. The fluorescent light strip  makes a harsh buzzing sound and flickers with each step they take - as if it might be on the verge of going out. Still sweating he picks up their pace. the smell of mildew and something sweet like rotten fruit, is thick in the air. causing his stomach to churn.

A moment later, he hears something else - a whispering sound, Jacob peers over his shoulder to look.  It seems even darker now he can barely make out Seulgi, who’s right behind him, never mind the door through which they entered. He was about to turn away when the whispering sound comes again. “Who’s there?” Jacob asks, trying to be brave. His pulse was racing, he resumes in the direction of the lighted area, but then a voice whispers a soft song. “Seul.. isn’t that the song you used to sing when you were small?” He whispers backing away against a cabin, hoping the darkness will hide both of them. He had to think, and he had to do it quick. There was no time for tryouts. He hurries to the lit area,  but now those lights gone out too. “You’re trapped.” the voice sang. It wasn’t until then that Jacob realized it was a child. That did not make any of this better. In fact, it made it more terrifying. The singing continued, and jacob made sure to keep Seulgi as close as he could. “There’s no way out of this, daddy.” the child whispered. "What?” Jacob seemed extremey confused, of course he was. He did not have a child, perhaps this was just an innocent kid, trying to find her father? No, that could not be it. Why was this child in this traphouse, why were they there? His heart hammers, bright lights flash across his eyes as he tries to find a way out. It takes a moment to realize that there in fact as a way out, that’s probably what seulgi was trying to point out when he hushed her. Jacob started running, dragging seulgi along until he suddenly was stopped by a small, singing figure once more. His eyes widened as his mouth went dry. There was a bright light, for which he closed his eyes.

When he opened his eyes he only saw two curious eyes. He looked back at them until he realized that all of it was simply a dream. “For the love of God--” The man groaned, turning on his stomach to bury his face into the girl’s lap. “Seul, never give me chocolate before I go nap again.”

[fukwon]

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[ieuijin]

@senseuls:

There she was, sending Seulgi messages again. Not that she minded, it reminded her that she was cared for– or at least she thought that anyway but people remembered her. Of course they remembered her, it wasn’t hard to. Not with how she would act normally around people (well certain people anyway) but with Euijin, things seem to be different. She was more like a child around the younger– perhaps it was because she was a few years younger than the girl. That and they had something in common, dance. And dance seem to the biggest ground that they stood on. + received from euijin. ( sms. ) … ( sms. ) Are you dead? Before leaving the country, they often met up at a basement dance studio to dance their heart out– that is even if the younger had the energy to join Seulgi since the idol life seem to become tougher than usual. But that was only in Seulgi’s mind. Despite their differences and one common ground, Seulgi seem to enjoy the others company. Problem, liked it a little too much that she used it to a slight advantage. Almost using her, lying to her– who knew. Clearly Euijin didn’t… and apparently neither did Seulgi until she left. It’s been a month practically since Seulgi left without a word. Maybe to some here and there or some would only find out days after via sources on the internet due to netizens or even from others… strangely enough. + sent to euijin. ( sms. ) oh… no?! ( sms. ) i mean if i was dead i wouldn’t be texting back… would i? ^^ ( sms. ) but hello! sorry too busy with work and stuff but i have a lazy day today! ( sms. ) what’s new? what’s fresh?!!

— {★} — There wasn’t a day wherein Euijin stopped thinking about Seulgi. Everyday she had to pass the small building that housed their frequented dance studio before she reached her company building. From time to time, she’d venture away from her other group members while heading back home just to check on the place they’d rent out together. The idol missed her wanderlust friend day by day.

(SMS > Seulbear) Yah!!! I can sense your sass even from miles away ㅋㅋㅋ (SMS > Seulbear) how nice of you to be interested in my life for once! (SMS > Seulbear) I’ve been training as always (SMS > Seulbear) Guess where I am, though :D (SMS > Seulbear: IMG ATTACHED) x

                Euijin had no intention of visiting the place -- her feet just seemed to have had a mind of their own. The replies she received from the other girl hit her hard with an overwhelming wave of nostalgia. Each footstep she took wasn’t noticed by her as she was far too busy typing out her own reply. It was both a big shock and coincidence that she found herself a few staircases down the low-rise building near her dorm.

                Her hands immediately went for the railings that lined one section of the full-length mirrored wall. The cool metal felt familiar against her palm and fingertips, an image of the two trying to pull of pirouettes and grand jetes appearing. Eyes focused on her reflection, the twenty-year-old did a simple plie -- the first move that the both of them tried to perfect. She let out a laugh at herself, shaking her head as she couldn’t believe she actually thought about being an actual ballerina before the whole idol-life caught her attention.

                A faint sigh made it’s way out of her. She took no time in looking around the small room -- it seemed that it wasn’t touched by anyone else. The voices of both her own and Seulgi’s resonating from wall to wall: sass and sarcasm being thrown at one another, creating a lively atmosphere a good floors down below Seoul. When would those days ever be relived?

[ximpvlsive-blog]

"Clean this up!"

( source + three words | not accepting | @senseuls )

❝What are you - my mother?❞ She’s gone, Hana doesn’t care much about a figure who did absolutely nothing but break her down. Therefore, she doesn’t want anyone to resemble close to how her mother was. Constant demands, these high expectations that the young musician couldn’t even reach. It wasn’t her fault she was being nothing more than a human being. At least in the past when she wasn’t involved with such a toxic lifestyle.

Yet, this is how the pair is. Constantly bickering at each other and the annoyance molds into anger. The other woman’s voice becomes a constant ringtone that screeches into her ears the worst way possible. Wouldn’t it be a pity if red paints of her vision and she’s there hovering over Seulgi’s existence with a hand wrapped around that thin, pretty neck.

Substance of dirt is messily splotched over the palms that belong to Hana’s. Tongue clicked in obvious disapproval at the sight and how the other was informing her to do something she was bound to do. ❝Aw, but that’s a pity isn’t it? You aren’t.❞ Not that she listened to her own flesh and blood recently.

Lips puckered out mockingly, childish behavior is drawn over her movements. Flicking finger off, grains of it from previous encounter with a damn fool who couldn’t keep himself up on his own two feet. It’s so late by now, where’s her own break now? ❝But you act like her - you know what my mother used to do? Clean the shit herself.❞ Shrugging shoulders casually, Hana hums with her eyes trailing to the other. Lip twitched at the corner, finding a more private room to scrub off the evidence at least off of her body.

Not the trail that follows.

[baeyeonsei]

"That part wasn't an act!"

Sad [Starter Sentences]

status: accepting

“What do you mean?” Blinking in confusion, Joohyun asks the younger for further clarification. While she wasn’t the type to broadcast her problems for the world to feast upon, she also wasn’t one who would keep up an act whenever she felt troubled. Did she look upset in that moment? Was something wrong with her face or posture? She was confused as to what lead the female think that she was only faking her smiles and her laughs. “I’m not...acting.” She blinks yet again, only adding emphasis to the confusion she was feeling at that moment.