dreams of evergreen

geum eunju, ice manip, twenty. pre-law, comp sci dept, law intern. “i said: i could be a wolf for you. i could put my teeth on your throat. i could growl. i could eat you whole. i could wait for you in the dark. i could howl against your hair.” — CATHERINE M. VALENTE

[tsxeunju]

❝ ━━ ♚ slow day today, huh?❞ ( * ━ a low, borderline whiny exasperated sound slips her lips as she sighs out the following words, rubbing the tip of her nose with icy fingers )                                ❝ i’m so fucking bored. ❞

[rmchangmin-blog]

the love you're given ❇ eunju

[rmchangmin-blog]

she was almost as bad as him, with her ability to bullshit. though geum eunju didn’t make a habit of telling lies directly, it was in her very being that she tricked the professors into believing a good girl shtick that had him rolling his eyes from the very first day he’d witnessed it. for all of her evil-doings, any person in a position of authority tended to think that the sun shined out of her ass—

and while it might’ve been a small joy to expose just a little of that façade for what it was, jaehee felt more accomplished at having saved her the trouble of damage control.

he could have ran a few mental victory laps, if the outcome hadn’t been so expected. the intelligence of the man sitting before him had been readily apparent from the moment that he’d allowed his own personal biases to cloud reason. it was this vulnerability that jaehee had taken shameless advantage of, exploiting it in such a way that he’d never care to look twice at geum eunju or her misbehaving. though it wasn’t as if she wasn’t moody—too many hours spent around each other tended to bring out the worst behaviors—and it was that fact, coupled with the petulant downturn of her lips that had him biting back a pleased little smile.

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[tsxeunju]

for the record, geum eunju was no misandrist; her personality hadn’t called for such narrow-minded hatred, rather, she was the type who couldn’t stand stupidity of all genders for the good of her. but undoubtedly, childishly sexist remarks like as displayed by an appointed advisor of the school—pisses her off the most. period jokes (though to some men it really isn’t even a joke) should have been put to rest years ago.

simply put, she’s pissed.

and though she’s well aware that it’s nowhere near jaehee’s fault (as a matter of fact, she should be thankful for his appearance—even if the sheer thought of it worsens her mood more than she would have cared for; who, in the great big world, would ever want to admit to being thankful of someone they’ve had an on and off rivalry with? no one, that’s what), the annoyance that creeps up (and boils down) with him just being there is hard to hide.

especially with the amusement she could feel radiating off him.

irritating.

“i’d rather not owe you for longer than the next five minutes.” the natural snapped, testy for one and sulky for another; though even then, she wasn’t stupid enough to blindly agree to owing her brother, the scheming genius, anything for “a bit”. she wouldn’t put it past jaehee to use that against her to get his way, after all, it was only best that she expected out of him what one would expect from herself. otherwise she’d just be putting herself at a complete disadvantage.

admittedly, her gaze lingers on the smile playing on his lips, pausing for a good half second before cold eyes narrow, distrust creeping up on her like a clingy ex. she can’t even begin to point out the unease that comes with being exposed to that sort of smile.

“thank god my pouting face is still remotely attractive then.” the words roll off her tongue, tone thick in sarcasm even as she matches his steps with a quiet noise of displeasure (much like a sulky child throwing a mental tantrum), lips downturned and arms crossed over her chest. perhaps, if she’s lucky, the more time spent with her step-brother now will influence him to make his decision on what the hell he wanted from her quicker.

“where are we going, anyway?”

still, she's unable to help the bit of curiosity that surfaces.

[rmjinri]

actually, i said that i wanted to suffer through this report with company, so let me whine.  ( :: — lips quirk into a slight smirk, sarcasm dripping into her tone :: ) comfort me, ju-yah— ( :: — taps at her keyboard, a subtle scowl slow to replace her expression :: ) — help me ruin this bitch, juju-yan ~

[tsxeunju]

                   ❝ ━━ ♚ i don't get paid to hear you whine, ahri. & you should know whining at me doesn't make me better company. ❞

( * — releases a gruff noise, orbs rolling as her attention shifts to the screen at her friend's words, shoulder brushing the shifter's in the process of leaning toward the laptop further for a better look, nose wrinkling at the content )

                   ❝ christ. you know i'm not in a psych minor for a reason, really can't help you there, beautiful. ❞

( * —  a significant pause, lips twitching in amusement as she tacks on her ending statement, teasing in each and every way )

                   ❝ not that i'd want to... ❞

[tsxeunju]

admittedly, eunju is a keener to the heart--one that didn't and hadn't minded studying till things get unbearably repetitive--just like now, when the icy natural finds herself flipping through the typed instructions of that week's assignment a good lump sum of times. that's not to say it's difficult -- because by all purposes, geum eunju had already finished; however, only in time for the student teacher to tell her to do it otherwise, claiming her way of coding isn't to the code--or whatever the fuck he meant. either way, it left the natural frustrated and buried deep within study hall -- trying to rework her codes the "right" way.  keyword "trying".                    ❝ ━━ ♚ my god, fuck this. frustrated, the pre-law student leans over, eyes catching the natural sitting a computer beside her as she whistles briefly to catch their attention, brown hues positively gleaming.                                                               —let's blow this joint. ❞

[tsxeunju]

my aim is h.unty--don't judge--hit me up yoyoyoyoyo

[tsxeunju]

tsxahreum:

… i think i can actually feel this library draining me of my youth.

                    ❝ ━━ ♚ you're the one who said you wanted to hang, ahri --                                                                                                                                so be good & sit tight. ❞

[tsxeunju]

tsxisabella replied to your post: “just a quick note! i just remembered noa’s an escalator school—SO IF...”:

Isabella's been at NOA since she's was 16 (:

ohohohoohohho -- they definitely know of each other then c: have some home rooms together and classes etc given the fact that they're the same age * * we should plot something more regarding them -- friends, enemies blahblahblah ~

[tsxeunju]

(txt) psst eunju do you know what would be a great idea? (txt) sneaking out of this stupid class (txt) and going out for sweets ヾ(。◕ฺ∀◕ฺ)ノ

pen tapping against wood, the brunette takes her time observing the professor before her -- taking in every bit of nasty little detail but the shit he was spewing. comp. 101 -- an utterly useless course. but salvation comes in various forms, namely a text from an equally bored classmate this time around.

( SMS → kokotone ) getting prof some deodorant?( SMS → kokotone ) oh( SMS → kokotone ) that's a good idea too--( ･ิω･ิ) ( SMS → kokotone ) do your magic and get us outta here before he sweats through his entire shirt please

[tsxeunju]

just a quick note! i just remembered noa's an escalator school--SO IF ANYONE OF SIMILAR AGE WANTS TO BE EUNJU'S CLASSMATE FROM HS TO NOW PLS LIKE SO I CAN AT LEAST ASSUME SHE KNOWS THAT FACE AND NAME ~~~~

[rmchangmin-blog]

the love you're given ❇ eunju

[rmchangmin-blog]

he shouldn’t have expected anything else. the moment that he dared to recline into the seat—plush leather rounding curled wood that gleamed beneath his fingertips—it seemed to trigger the inevitable. where the man had been pacing before, he stood at a semi-state of attention while jaehee chanced a look at the nameplate poised on the edge of the desk. knowing the name of the near-stranger undoubtedly about to chastise him for the behavior of his younger, icier counterpart would just as undoubtedly gain him a few brownie points.

shin jaehee was all about those brownie points, if it helped to save his poor ears from a second of undue lecture.

though it didn’t quite begin the way he’d envisioned. plump fingers laced together on the rim of the polished, oak desk. mimura-sensei, he supposed he should call him, dropped to his chair and regarded the siblings seated opposite him. jaehee watched as the gears turned in his head—rather slowly, but just the same—and waited with all the patience that he could manage. at his side, the air nipped almost warningly at his skin, though he wouldn’t dare look at the young woman. at this phase of things, it was presumed that he’d be making up some bizarre lie to corroborate whatever potentially outlandish tale that geum eunju had spun.

“i hear you and miss eunju were having a disagreement over the phone?”

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[tsxeunju]

notably, the newly added presence of her step-brother has the brunette a little bit more than on edge, although even that is more due to the fresh waves of heat prickling cool skin like small needles. irritating. but to her credit, the winter child remains seemingly unbothered (and silent, for one miraculous moment) throughout the exchange between the two males. instead, her mind daringly wanders (after all, this is jaehee’s time to shine, not hers) to what it was she was going to have to do for her step-brother in return for this…act of kindness. it was one of the many downsides of having a genius, a real genius, for a sibling—he wasn’t about to be fooled by her tricks.

a damn shame.

attention brought back by the mention of his sister, the natural, to her credit, did quite the stellar job keeping her emotions under check – the rush of annoyance at being downplayed as an idiot visually aided only by a twitch of her brow on an otherwise innocent demeanor posed on fair features. geum eunju was no idiot and despite the immense displeasure in ever being depicted as one—was smart enough to hold her tongue as jaehee told his tale, offering only a sheepish expression and a lift of a bony shoulder in response when the advisor’s eyes turn to her despite remaining silent.

it was better that way.

even if she was swearing at that gullet of his frontwards and backwards.

it isn’t till a too warm touch that she twitches a bit more visibly, jaw clenching slightly as she shoots him a pointed look before turning to the older male, lips curling into a believable (thankfully enough) smile past the stinging of skin. “yes—you can ask any of my professors, sensei. there’s no way i could do something like that.” eunju had made sure of it, anyway, throughout the years spent at noa there had been a significantly small amount of actual complaints from any teacher or professor—no matter how much of a menace she can, will, and has been; none of it will ever show in front of a professor.

her record, for the sake of her future career, was spotless.

now, she didn’t really need to take too much of a guess as to what jaehee was showing the portly man—her step-brother was as genius as geniuses came and bullshits harder than nearly everyone she’s ever met, herself included. and so, eunju bides her time watching the expressions of the advisor in question, blinking innocently when his gaze turns to her and back to the phone before clearing his throat, decision made. “very well, i suppose this has just been a misunderstanding then.” the man speaks, fingers straightening the collar of his shirt, “girls will be girls, must be a time of the month thing huh?”

a notable twitch.

though for her own sake, eunju keeps her mouth shut—he wasn’t talking to her after all—simply slipping out of the seat and bowing at the dismissal as she lifts the frozen iphone bits toward her, finally leaving the office with it and her step-brother.

“asshole.” she mutters under her breath as soon as the door shuts behind them, extending slender fingers to ghost over the knob of the door, freezing it entirely before she moves toward the hall, well aware of the tall male—aggravating amusement and all—trailing behind her.

of course, eunju doesn’t speak till they’ve at least rounded a corner from the office, voice taking a harsh edge from leftover (admittedly misdirected) annoyance.

“so, what do you want in return for that?”

[rmravi-deactivated20150518]

⋆ BAD KIDS

tsxeunju

with this computer seated before him on the small space of the desk, his legs folded upon the office chair he’d dragged up, he scrolled aimlessly through the odd pages he had googled in his small wave of boredome. with his attention shifting from one thing to another, he finally found what he believed (or now told himself) he had been looking for — a list of terrible puns that had him cracking a grin at the stupidest remarks. scrolling through the lists, and glancing over the bold tags, he only inclined his head to one side at the single word that had him disappearing from his seat in that sudden warp of black and the searing nature of the intangible flames to retrieve the phone that had been left upon a table in the next room of the campus radio broadcasting rooms. pacing a few steps in an idle manner, he reappeared upon the chair as normal, attention shifting from the screen of the computer, toward the phone as he picked his target. ┉ message sent, eunju ⤵ ↘ yah did you know puns about winter are snow joke, there’s an entire web page about it ! ↘ ʕ ˵ ̿ ౪ ̿ ˵ ʔ ↘ come on, don’t give me the cold shoulder, eunjuuuu it was pathetic, but it left him grinning as he leaned back in his chair, one leg shifting to fall back into place as his boot brushed the floor, allowing himself slight leverage to spin the chair slightly as he looked at his phone. he was simply doing it to provoke a response, and he knew this would cause an avalanche of a response if anything.

[tsxeunju]

it is almost laughable that the first free night (due to the cancellation of the little perverted middle school brat she’s been tutoring—stomach flu, she heard, he had it coming) of the week was spent holed up in study hall making cheat sheets for a test that eunju, quite frankly, had confidence in easily acing; but better safe than sorry huh? still. this is taking a hell of a lot longer time than she had expected—and the winter child wasn’t even completely sure she’d even look at it after. although maybe, if she bumps into the slacker that sits behind her tonight and he looks desperate enough—she might be able to sell it for a good buck.

that’s not to say that her parents don’t already send her money—because let’s be real, who even pays an intern—but who was she to turn down the offer for more money?

certainly not a loaded trust-baby.

slender fingers twirling the neon highlighter absently, eunju took her time scanning over the neatly printed handwriting, her free hand ghosting over the variety of highlighters laid out for selection as she trades the pink in her grasp for a blue, only stopping mid-highlighting when her phone buzzes, eyes flicking over to the text printed across the sleek screen.

lame.

nonetheless, eunju is almost happy for the distraction (not that she’d ever, ever tell), allowing the lighter to slip away in favor of reaching for the mobile as she pulls up the text, squinting ever so slightly at the content. ah, yes, as if she hasn’t heard that one before. a sardonic scoff escapes her as she smooths the pads of her fingers over the screen, tapping back a response with practiced ease.

( SMS → trashbin ) did your ass thaw out already? ( SMS → trashbin ) you're ready for another treatment of ice cold revenge? ( SMS → trashbin ) (☝΄◞ิ۝◟ิ‵)☝ why are you bothering me? ( SMS → trashbin ) btw i'm making a cheat sheet for tomorrow's test, bring me drinks and a snack and i'll give it to you ~~

[tsxeunju]

    it honestly didn't take that much work--the winter child wasn't in the comp. sci. department for no good reason--a few minutes break between typing up emails for the attorney she worked under and the near midnight instant noodle she was nearly inhaling was all it took to send an anonymous message to every student (she was careful to leave out the staff, if only for the fact that it would have been glaringly obvious who it would be) under noa's community chat service.

눈의 여왕 :  it's still winter and you're still all my bitches

                                                          ah. the price of boredom.

[rmchangmin-blog]

the love you're given ❇ eunju

He tried not to pace. when he did, the sound of his sneakers on the meticulously polished floors caught the eye of the receptionist, who glared at him from behind the thin red frame of her spectacles. if it weren’t for the quiet tones of the voice on the other end of her phone, he wouldn’t have known there was a person there; she sat at her desk quietly taking notes, and jaehee focused on the prim curve of her handwriting before turning to face the clock on the wall. under any other circumstances, it might have pleased him to be out of class—the tedium often wore on his mind more than he liked—but he’d had no intention to meet with the administrators in his venturing outside of that glass-windowed door. wasn’t evaluation supposed to go by alphabetical order? Read More

[tsxeunju]

she’s usually not this sloppy. that much was a granted, if she had been, geum eunju would be sitting in something a lot more serious than the dean’s office. of course, it’snot to say that she’s a complete criminal—but the fact of the matter is that the winter child is, wholeheartedly, a total miscreant. but up until today, at least, she hadn’t been one that was explicitly caught in any acts of misdemeanors. in which, she had always been thankful for a dean who wasn’t privy to the arts of technology.

but god, damn that new firewall.

frost-coated acrylic drumming along mahogany, notably dull eyes are fixed especially on her department advisor, a stout man with passable biceps but what seems to be a gullet the size of a piglet forcefully tucked under his trousers. tragic. of the two, eunju is especially calm, a state of mind only buffered by the fact that she remains perfectly untouchable in this unsavory situation. so what if she got caught (not so redhandedly) hacking into another student’s school account? the only viable proof (with the exception of tracing the origin of the IP address she used, which was disposed of already with a minor virus helpfully slipped in by a clueless junior in her department) that remains was her iphone—the actual tool of offense—but even that, sits before her like an object waiting to be worshipped; frozen, crumbled bits of her faithful iphone.

still worth it—if for the fact that that bitch stole the last spot in the class she had wanted.

bitch.

“miss eunju—miss eunju.” the tone of voice prompts her to meet his eyes, a delicately plucked brow arched almost innocently as she waits for him to continue. “am i really supposed to believe that you froze your phone due to being aggravated state of mind from an unpleasant phone conversation?”

yes, that was the story she had decided to go with.

to her credit, eunju pits of a little bit more effort into forming a deceptively sweet smile, fixing doe eyes up onto his as she releases a small sigh, sounding positively upset that he didn’t believe her. “yes—it was a moment of weakness on my behalf, but i am only a natural.” she rests a hand on her chest, lower lip jutting out slightly as she continues. “you wouldn’t think that a student like me, who plans on going into law later, would knowingly break it by hacking into another student’s account right?” hell yes.

“this is my future career, we’re talking about…sir.”

she ties it up with a pretty curve of pink tinted lips, a cocktail mix of confidence and insult eluding her body language as she bids her time, having already dealt with the advisor quite a few times and knowing that he’s a sucker for a pretty face. plus, it doesn’t help that the male possesses a sort of sexism that only faults males for the ability and smarts to be able do something so…challenging to that of a woman.

“either way, the allotted shin jaehee you mentioned is on his way here now—we’ll see if your story sticks.”

had he been looking for any sort of a reaction, the advisor most certainly didn’t get it – the woman remains (dare i say it—) cool as a cucumber, simply lifting a shoulder in response before allowing all conversation to fade; leaving the two with nothing to do but sit in silence and wait. if anything, eunju finds no reason to be pressed when the chances of jaehee ratting her out is extremely slim--though she would have to treat him to something later—such was the sort of unspoken pact between the two arguably (at least for her—as always, her mother would beg to diff in terms of whose intelligence is higher than whose) geniuses.

but it is with the opening of the door and the first wave of heat that the natural shudders, biting down innate annoyance that is quick to surface at any temperature difference as her eyes snap over to her stepbrother’s, watching him approach and slip into the seat beside her.

too hot.