#yfxjihoon

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jesus, i am finally moved back into college and life is settling down into a routine. first and foremost, welcome to the new people! second, i know i owe (terrrrrribly overdue) replies to: @yfxyang @yfxmiryeo @yfxnami. i will do my best to get those out in the next two days. so sorry <3 finally, to those who i was plotting with, i’ve completely lost track of that whole business, so please feel free to just hmu again. cool, pce.

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hey fam; sorry for the absence lately. just moved back into college, and it's been a little crazy. but i promise I'll start being around more starting wednesday-ish, and replies will be dished out justly lol

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hello friends. at this point i think i'm caught up on all of jihoon's replies, but in case i still owe anyone something, pls let me know. (@jinwoo, i know i still owe you a starter /dead)

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hi fam. just a notice that i’m going to have to be on hiatus until the 12th because i’m moving, and who knows when or where i’ll have stable internet lol. if i happen to get a few replies out during this time period, bless.

[halcywon-blog]

{ s.o.s }

– @yfxjihoon, may 2015

she feels like she just went on the teacups for the hundredth time in Seoul Land, and it could have something to do with the extra bottle and a half of champagne Sowon may have finished on her own. She throws the glass behind her – blocking out the sound of glass shattering (is that an ‘ouch’?) – and proceeds to wobble foward as gracefully as she can (something completely unattainable in her current state).

She pushes past a server and charges through a conversation about the worrying state of international tensions (‘Bo-ring,’ she says rather indiscreetly) just so she can find her parents and beg them to take her out of this dull event.

She feels an arm, which belonged to an older gentleman, gently hook around her waist. He asks her if she’s alright and she tells him that she feels like puking – not because of the alcohol but because this weird, saggy old man is touching her. She pushes him away, successfully flinging him away from her but Sowon unsuccessfully trips on the hem of her dress.

Thankfully, she’s saved by a thinner pillar…with a belt, buttons, and – she glides her hands over something silky – something that feels like a tie? She finally pulls away from the equally silky backside of this strange pillar and grabs a fistful of hair.

She turns it around and squeals.

“OH MY GOD,” she shouts says. Her left arm drapes loosely around his waist – an action to prevent her from falling on her face – and rests her spinning head on his shoulder (had she been sober, she would honestly punch herself).

“Iss you, Jihoonie–” she hiccups, but that doesn’t prevent her from finishing…with a louder voice, “my bio buddy!!” Now, she’s shouting. “HOWZ IT GOING, FRIEND?”

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— smooth criminal.

The library was Nami’s first home, her dorm room actually her second. She probably spent more time lost in the stacks of books than she spent sleeping in her own bed. It wasn’t surprising how many times she had come close to being stuck there for the night, she was quiet and often the staff didn’t even realize she was still there as they were closing. It wasn’t a particularly busy night, not too many people from school spent their nights holed up in the library, though that was something fortunate in Nami’s eyes.  She hadn’t been keeping track of how much time had passed, with her notes spread out in front of her, as neat and organized as ever. Her stomach reminded her that she was, in fact, human and needed to eat so she checked her bag. The compartment where she stashed her granola bars was empty, and she didn’t bother checking anywhere else; her bag was sectioned and organized, if there weren’t any there, there weren’t any anywhere. Then again, she wasn’t that hungry and humans could totally go without eating for a little while. Certainly she could, or so she thought. She tried to get the flow she had just had when going through her notes, but her stomach was nagging, her body feeling a bit weary. By the time Nami was president, she was sure that some genius, probably from right here at Sunhwa, would discover a pill that would cancel out the need to eat a whole meal to get energy. Now, Nami didn’t believe in miracles, but amidst her body’s battle with wanting food but not wanting to deal with actually finding something to eat at the moment, a canned coffee beverage appeared right before her. Her eyes trailed up at the giver of the gift. He was a third year, she knew that much, but couldn’t seem to recall his name, and if she didn’t remember his, there was probably no way in hell he knew hers. Besides that, Nami knew that nothing in life came for free. Pushing her frames up the bridge of her nose, she made sure her voice was low enough to not get in trouble, “What do you need help with? A paper? Exam?”

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going out of town, so any replies and starters will most likely have to be put on hold until wednesday. will still be around to respond to IM and plotting. ily fam

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@yfxjihoon 

three o’clock, witching hour. krystal jung is lone in her own tribulations, textbooks laid out and pencil in hand, mind set on going through the extra practice sheets she had asked for in preparation for the exams. notably, it’s a trivial act, because the nights spent prior, hours upon hours, had long prepared her for all this—but she needed a distraction at three in the morning when sleep manages to elude her once again, and a refresher is never a bad thing.

but being prepared academically hardly ever transfers over to real life. 

krystal in this and only in this, is unprepared for surprises, life’s twists and turns—for a chidhood game to be dropped out of the blue and completely tear apart her study plans, for jung jaeyoung, and even now, this, for, what was this even?

the knocking that came from her window wasn’t new to keen ears—a sad and misfortunate fact that krystal has had one too many guys crawl through the window and into her dorm—but the baek ho member is perplexed by it than anything, rolling her chair over as carefully curious eyes survey the window to find—and this, for one, is a real surprise—lee jihoon.

of all fucking people.

to her credit, she doesn’t move past the arch of her brow, head tilting slightly as she takes in the state of the cheong ryong boy. dilated pupils, red rimmed eyes, ruffled hair, lee jihoon isn’t fucking drunk is he? well, fair enough if he was—krystal knew well enough the pressure that comes with exams than anything—but why was he here?

a question krystal wholly intends on asking, though unfortunately for him, she had no interest in opening up the window for him; settling instead for making eye contact and mouthing the words through glass, expression slightly perturbed. 

why are you here?