fearless.

yuseong's intern, haeni.

[wshaeni]

     hi friends! this is jung haeni, a yuseong intern who used to be a trainee but flopped on that because she got herself into some issues and now is a full time slave to the people in yuseong. she has a sister (an npc), who is in a girl group within another company. the goals and aspirations that haeni lives for is now all deposited into her sister, who she does not exactly get along with well. lowkey highkey hates her parents but it’s chill. haeni does have a few triggers in her bio so pls be cautious when venturing into that! otherwise, see yall on the dash soon xoxo

but anyway, some helpful links: muse and plots 

[wshaeni]

wsxhyuk​:

“but honestly, whatever.” he brushes aside his sentimentality as soon as it comes, switching his discomfort into one of regularity. “also, nameless is nameless because you never really named it.” he spared another glance at her once more. “i mean, you seemed to like the puppy and i never really had a name for her, so i thought..might as well leave the naming choice to you, rather than having me name it broccoli or something.” he reached out tentatively once more, darkened eyes softening as the pup allowed him to scratch its head with an air of contentment unusually seen upon it’s face. “plus, if you name nameless, then you’ve got to come by more often.” now–he was completely being shameless about his ulterior motives and intentions. “because it’s nice having someone around that nameless doesn’t try to nip their fingers or hands off. even when they’re nice to them.” he sends the pup one last scowl, retracting his fingers as the pup bared it’s teeth at him and growled once more.

“see what i mean? such mood swings.”  

     brows knitting together in slight confusion, her lips curve into a smile of confusion, unsure if she had heard him right. “i don’t make it easy for you?” she speaks with disbelief, perhaps if swiftly enough, she was able to carve out a line across his throat with a sharpened knife and drain his body dry of the blood that circulates his limbs in hopes of gaining a fraction of the audacity he had managed to spew out at her in the matter of seconds since her arrival. “i just think it’s laughable that you think, you’re trying.” her averts her gaze from his own, returning it to the ball of fluff before her. 

     man of action, less of words. the statement almost makes her want to burst out with maniacal laughter, though suppressed hard enough that a subtle scoff replaces the urge to giggle. she felt as though his words laid flat and empty, a sigh leaving from between her lips before she could even register the action through her mind. finding it nostalgic the way they spent their time now, sudden melancholy washing over her as his words sink in. the old us. something she no longer even considered as a possibility, something she now took as some kind of hallucination amidst her overdose. 

     her grip on nameless loosens the more he begins to speak, she missed this. she missed the way he spoke with such gentleness that it made her forget for a moment that he was this grotesque monstrosity tucked away in the crevice of her soul as something so threatening to her sanity. she spent so many years yearning for his return, for his presence, only to be disappointed time and time again by her own lack of effort due to assumptions she had made in the past. she assumed he was happier without her. she assumed he had already moved on. she assumed he took her for a burden. she assumed. 

     hands retrieving from the puppy, digging into the pockets of her jumper, an act to restrain her sudden urge to reach out to him. to grab his own hand and to take him into her embrace but like everything he does, he was a walking hypocrisy. a whirlwind of emotions, a rollercoaster of confusion that made her not know which direction he wanted to go, where he wanted to take her. and just as quickly as his true colours shone through, they dimmed just as fast: whatever. 

     what was she expecting? that he meant everything he said? of course not, she knew better than to let him seep through the cracks of her walls like that. she knew better. a scoff leaving her in response. “whatever...” she mutters under her breath. 

     as he shifts the topic to nameless, hands reach out to the pup once more, this time tugging the ball of fluff away from him, raising the pup off her feet, “i’ll name you bitna, since you shine brighter than your ugly owner, hyuk.” coddling the pup into a gentle embrace, “oh, he’s so ugly isn’t he? yes, he is. he’s the ugliest.” attempting to suppress the laughter that threatens to cackle at the tail end of her words, “he can’t even ask me to come over like a normal person, he has to use you as an excuse.” feeling the fluff tickle at her cheeks, “what if i just take you home with me? then i won’t have to come here to visit you, bitna. i have his posters at home that you can shred up as an act of pay back for not naming you.” she catches a glimpse of him, lips moving agape into a burst of laughter, placing the puppy down finally. 

     "well then, man of action... why don’t you prepare us some food?” 

[wshaeni]

taejoonws​:

It was always nice for Taejoon to see his mother on major holidays. The opportunities seemed to be slim to none as the years went on, and Taejoon learned to appreciate the little time he had to spend with her. He thankfully had the chance to see her earlier that day, but she sent him on his way in the late morning due to other plans she’d already made a few weeks before.

That left Taejoon free for the rest of the day, and he’d been spending the past hour or two lazily sprawled across his couch, his cat seizing the opportunity to sleep on his lap as he endlessly scrolled through videos of every genre under the sun.

He was startled when he heard a faint noise, unsure if it was something outside or something falling in the bathroom or kitchen. Not being bothered enough to actually check, he went back to looking at his phone until he heard it again. Oh fuck, that’s someone knocking. He regrettably pushed Jjang off his lap before getting up and walking toward the front door, opening it no more than a few inches as he poked his head out to see who had paid him a visit. A wide grin spread across his face when he was greeted by one of his dearest friends, stepping back to open the door all the way and casting a quick glance behind him to make sure Jjang wasn’t trying to make an escape.

“Hey you!! I’m actually extremely busy doing nothing on my couch right now, so if you’ll excuse me…” He laughed, slender body moving to the side as he urged her to come inside, shutting and locking the door behind her.

“I’m actually glad you’re here. The other day I tried to bake cookies, and I need your critique.” Practically bouncing back to his spot on the couch, he plopped down, patting both hands on the cushion next to him, offering for Haeni to join him. “But that can wait until later. Come sit!”

she shuffles her way into his home, feeling as though she was already doing too much by intruding into his alone time, time he could be spending without having to entertain or house her all because someone had made her feel uneasy. a sigh immediately leaving from her lips almost too involuntarily that it was of somewhat a concern. she freezes for a moment, tries to gather herself, tries to hold in the sigh that threatens to leave her again. “are you sure you’re not doing anything?” hues darting up to look at him, “i can leave, you don’t really have to do this if you’re busy.” a nervous chuckle leaving him, finger moving to carve out the piece of hair behind her ear.

“cookies?” he has managed to capture her intrigue, thoughts washing to the back of her reverie as her gaze lands on the cushion beside him, manoeuvring beside him. knees touching as the palms of her hands cup them, digits tapping gently against her own knees. “what kind of cookies did you bake? are they nice? did you anyone die of food poisoning after eating them?” corners perking up in a gentle smile, grin only growing. “i’m only joking, i’m sure they’re wonderful and look amazing too.” food presentation was important, her mother taught her how to cook and how to make it look good and appetising. 

“anyway! how’s your break going? how’s family?” she allows her gaze to drift about his home, grazing the minor details before landing back on his own, “you must be tired, with all those promotions you had to do these past few months, right?” the same smile resurfacing, “or are your old bones used to it and it doesn’t phase you anymore?” he was living the dream that she had yearned for, and if it weren’t for the injuries she had incurred, perhaps she would’ve been able to live a more fulfilling life. poor decisions that lead to even poorer consequences that left her with ultimately nothing. 

another sigh, this time disappointed at herself more than anything. 

[wshaeni]

“I think your behavior reflects a deep-seated fear that if you love somebody they’ll leave you.

     confusion warping her expression as brows knit with incertitude, taken aback by the sudden question that lunged itself at her. her nose crinkles for a moment, hesitation evident in the way her lips move agape only to press into a firm line as she retracts her words just as quickly as they had surfaced to the forefront of her mind. gaze trailing his features, by now, a habitual thing to do as she lands, finally, on his own glaring orbs. 

     “reflects a deep-seated fear? that if i love somebody they’ll leave me?” she tries hard not to laugh, not to so visibly squint at him with amusement, with bamboozlement and wonder. “are you self projecting?” she gives in to the suspicious squint that ultimately moves across her features, moves to her tippy toes to match what little height she can with him, leaning in as if to sus him out. “are you sure you’re not the one with a deep-seated fear that if you love somebody they’ll leave you?” she leans back, takes her couple of steps away from him. “... are you stalking me by any chance?” her squint resurfaces, arms move to cross before her, “what behaviours are you referring to?” 

     she has never seen herself as someone impactful or nearly as memorable as those around her. a mere footprint in the sand that was easily scuffed over by the gentle, afternoon zephyr. perhaps, still too naive to do herself any good, and too forgiving to really carve out a well spoken image of herself. a burden to those around her, something that would debilitate her ability to push forward. 

     “you’re being gross and sentimental today. what’s wrong?”

[wshaeni]

“Do I need to start crying like a baby to get some attention around here?”

     “ah—” her words immediately drive a sense of guilt over haeni, feeling her teeth grit as brows furrow gently across her features. she has been a little too preoccupied with the schedules handed to her, sometimes feeling as though her plate was stacked too full for her own good. the inability to say no, to voice her own struggles and road bumps, the inability to take care of herself and to put herself first, takes a toll on her health. 

     she feels her knee tiring out, feels it wobble a little too much for comfort, “okay, you know what? that’s it, i’m taking the day off to rest with you.” a sigh escapes from her lips, lowering herself onto the practice room floor, hyuk’s lunch in hand but today, today it was going to be her lunch. 

     having taken her break to deliver hyuk his lunch was perhaps the biggest mistake in her career thus far. it has made her realise the way she prioritised others before her own well being. “wait, aren’t you meant to be practicing?” her gaze shifts to match with eunbyul’s, “... have you thought about taking a break day with me?” her gaze slowly drifting back to the lunch box before her and back to eunbyul again, suggesting that maybe they should go out for some much needed air and as a bonus, some nice food. 

[julietjardin]

“There are ways of dying that don’t end in funerals. Types of death you can’t smell.”

— Haruki Murakami (via hapless-hollow)

[wshaeni]

wsxhyuk​:

and they’re back where they were in the end, the fleeting moment of fluttering affection gone with the wind–receding back into the shadows as her limbs fall limp by her sides, and his hand slides through his hair, words of stupidity that were almost akin to assholery sliding through his lips unintentionally. 

“ i only asked if you had a reason for coming here. even if you didn’t it doesn’t mean i’m gonna chase you out.”  he whines right back at her fitfully, eyes narrowed and lips curled in a scowl. his cheeks burn as she whines back at him, phone thrust right at her hurriedly in an attempt to escape from his subsequent embarrassment. 

he wasn’t going to admit that that little bit of whining that haeni did…had made his heart skip a beat and flutter. 

absolutely not. he was not such a…wimp. simp. whatever it was. 

he was not that easily swayed by an ex in his life. even if she wasn’t one exactly.

“ you don’t have to..call kiha or anything. he’s probably busy. with miles or something.”  he muttered gruffly, eyeing her out of the corner of his eye and at the phone right in her hands. “most probably fighting. or making out. doing whatever it is that they do together.” he wildly makes up something at the cost of his two friends, attempting to redirect haeni’s attention elsewhere.  it was one or the other. hyuk sniffed as he scratched his nose. he didn’t really get why kiha and miles suddenly had problems–he had a little more of his own problems, especially with regards to the woman stand right before him, right here. “ so technically he’d be too busy to make time for you. stay if you want.” 

“ and why are you shifting the topic? nameless is…nameless..” his head swivels as his fingers tap against his keyboard, stretching out in his chair as he peers around the room for the sight of his puppy that he had taken home a while ago. “ somewhere. around the house.” his eyes catch sight of a fluffy ball of white at the corner under his couch. “it will surface when it’s time for snacks. or food. it’s practical like that. why? did it perk your interest or something? it’s not as if nameless is gonna follow you like it loves you or something.”  he crosses his arms and huffs gruffly. “ it’s my dog. it likes me.” 

     the loud symphony that was the rollercoaster of their relationship, whether it could even classify as one was a mystery of its own. crescendos play in between the silence of verses, clashes and flat keys that play without purpose, as if inadvertently screaming warnings at her to run as fast as she could. if only she could run. and the chorus plays again, draws them in closer, draws her in closer, draws her in close enough that she wants to taste his breath against the beds of sanguine tinted lips. the way she wanted her fingers to curl in between the strands of his hair, pulled into a closed embrace but as time passes by, the chorus dies down and the third verse begins to play. it’s something she’s already heard before, but it replays like deja vu over the gentle humming of the drum line.

     and again, she’s met a verse that makes her press pause on them. his phone in hand,  you don’t have to call kiha or anything. an arched brow lifts above tired eyes, most probably fighting. or making out. her nose creases with distaste at his words, and here comes the verse that replays time after after. so technically he’d be too busy to make time for you. the verse continues, one line too long. if only she had it her way, she would snipped it short but then, then he says stay if you want. and fingers retract hopefully, allowing their song to play again.

     she ignores him, lets him ramble as she searches for nameless. a ridiculous name for such an adorable thing. “shut up, you...” and within her periphery, the sight of nameless catches her, a ball of white curled under his couch. her eyes light up immediately, features soften, legs swinging off of him as she gets off from her seat, slides swiftly to the floor onto her knees. “come nameless, i’m sick and tired of being surrounded by rude and mean people. you’re the only one i can count on nameless. come.” digits curling to gently tap against the flooring  before her, attempting to coax the dog out from its hiding spot. “don’t worry nameless, i won’t tell you to get lost like some people.” tone too jovial to be taken seriously, though her words held a bit of weight. 

     talking to nameless was perhaps even more enjoyable than talking to hyuk, the thought left a gentle tug of her corners. “oh, and if kiha won’t have time for me, then surely hyojin will.” she adds. 

     then, their chorus starts to play and she softens herself up, lets her gaze trace back to him, admiring the sharp features that her mother would’ve told her was the one. “sometimes i just wish you’d be a little nicer. i’m trying really hard to like you and you’re making it very hard for me to do that.” her corners subtly tugging upwardly, attempting to suppress the teasing nature of her comment. 

[wshaeni]

wslili​:

haeun, despite her personality and aesthetics, loved horror movies. maybe a little too  much for comfort, because there have been times she would have actual marathons of old classics and newly released ones from the comfort of her own couch. despite the love for such genre of movies and games, haeun hated halloween. the excessive dressing up, fake blood, obvious jump scares and what not didn’t sit with her. yet, there she was, dressed as a ghostface. a classic, how couldn’t she? that’s the amount of effort she had in her for this event. even so, to say that she wasn’t enjoying whatever this real life horror set was would be lie.

she doesn’t remember a time where she had to experience something like this, the acing from the cast, the screaming, the vibe. everything was oh so nice, haeun had to applaud them when it came to all the details. she was one of the first to start wondering the corridors and rooms, the decorations sometimes taking more of her attention that the screaming. however, once the footsteps became a little too hard to ignore she took a hiding spot in one of the rooms, leaving the door cracked open. if anything, she was hoping to scare one of the paid actors if luck was on her side. she stays there, waiting for whatever or whoever decided to drop by for company, however the last thing she expected was someone to bump into her, not even looking, scream and throw some goo filled syringe at her.. now haeun was covered in goo and staring at her sister in the most deadpan expression she could muster. thank god she didn’t pay much for the costume, having dug most of the things out of her closet.

“i knew you were a scaredy cat but that much?” she asks, a sigh following as she pulls haeni further into the room they were in, the decorations really elevating the mood of a horror house. “if you don’t keep quiet, they will find us and scare us before i scare them.” she mutters, voice lowering as she lets go of her sister’s arm “also, a sexy nurse? that’s boring.”

     haeni was not one for these events, demons and ghosts alike are something she would rather not tangle herself in. she disregards her sister’s statement, only squinting at the accidental goo incident she had caused. “it’s scary enough, no one needs you adding to that.” as she moves to better hide herself, maintaining her squint in hopes of being able to spot her giant syringe. she hasn’t had the opportunity to stab hyuk with it yet, it wasn’t an option to lose it so soon. “i was trying to be the joker in the nurse uniform, but i think i got scammed.” a sigh leaving from between her lips, “and what are you meant to be? a black hole?” a smile tugging at her corners, teasingly. 

     she was almost convinced that this building was haunted, that the demon lady that had disappeared prior was going to resurrect suddenly and slaughter everyone within the premise. not to mention, she wasn’t fit enough to outrun a demon lady if one would decide to chase her. submitting to death seemed to be her only option. another sigh, this time more tired than the last. “have you managed to scare anyone yet?” carefully treading, back hunched in the middle of the dark room as digits come to carve the hair behind her ear. 

    “i’m starting to think you might be the demon lady, a stealer of dreams and frighteningly good at it.” a gentle jab at the way haeni had ended up as some sort of industry slave, whilst her sister was prepped and primed to be the one thing she had hoped and prayed for. dreams crushed just by the sight of her sister. another sigh. three within a span of minutes, record breaking. “i didn’t actually mean that, i was joking.” she attempts to correct herself.

[wshaeni]

wsxhyuk​:

a halloween thread because hyuk can’t be responsible without being stupid @wshaeni

he–as genuine usual, had a problem. 

how nice it was if he could actually draw a sarcastic smiley face right in front of every thought that was currently popping up in his head after his bright amazing idea of unintentionally (or intentionally) matching up with haeni on their halloween outfits. 

the intention was good. great, even. 

but it was also why he was in this fucked up predicament in the first place, sneaking across parking lots with a hood pulled up to conceal his face ( thank god for piercing winds and colder days). the long black trench coat dragged halfway across the road as he ambled across the street, hair flopping over his eyes and quickly making his way up to haeni’s apartment door. (he’d found out. through mutual friends. not that he was stalking her or anything–he was just nice and kinda pure like that) 

“jung haeni, open up!” the rap of his knuckles were sharp, loud almost incessant to the point of being frustrated. 

hyuk turned, sparing a suspicious glance at anyone that passed by him for a moment took too long a moment to stare.

“jung haeni, open up and take responsibility for that thing on my fucking head.” he complained, as loudly (and softly) as he could at her door. she could hear him, he was sure of that, even through a thick ass wooden door and..wherever she was in her apartment. her..rooms weren’t that far apart..weren’t they? 

the question bubbles in his mind for a moment, before a scowl overtakes his face and he resumes rapping his knuckles against the door once more. 

“jung haeni!”  he whines, yelping as the door suddenly swings open, he he all but trips over his own two feet and lands flat on the ground, face first. the hat that had sat precariously upon his head wobbled, then tipped, falling flat onto the simple surface of the ground as hyuk’s hands shot up almost immediately to cover the mortifying state of his newly dyed hair, a long screech tearing itself from his lips. “hat, hat!” he scrambled for the accessory, stuffing the sad, limp straws of his now golden brown hair into his hat messily, clearing his throat and brushing down his coat for a semblance of…faux serenity. “ well.”  he stands right in the middle of her corridor, much like a stick of complete awkwardness. “ …hi?” 

     with the confidence of a singular bean sprout, she purchases the joker’s nurse outfit from that one batman movie and hopes for the best. hopes that her costume would appear more threatening than it did when it had arrived. brows furrowing as manicured nails dig into the package, careful digits pulling the cropped nursing outfit up, a disappointed sigh leaving her. was she surprised with the amount of missing material? absolutely not. though, the syringe made everything a little more sweeter. 

     nurse costume on, as she thanks the part of her brain that had convinced her to go with the shorts instead of the scandalous miniskirt that was advertised. the giant syringe in her hand, the highlight of her outfit. the perfect weapon to shove down hyuk’s throat or even to knock him out cold, long enough that she’s able to steal his wallet and feed him to the sharks.

     the sudden banging that echoes through her apartment makes her jump slightly, head turning to the door only to hear the familiar voice the follows. brows furrowing again, this time accompanied by the narrowing of hazel hues, concentrating on the voice that disturbs the silence of her home. she almost swears she hears the voice of hyuk, though she hadn’t recalled ever giving him her home address. furrowed brows creasing further, as careful steps pace to the door, digits curling around the handle, swinging the door open. syringe in hand ready to bat only to be met with a screeching noise that further baffles her already confused countenance. she holds the giant syringe close to her chest, taking a step back, unsure if this was the same hyuk. “... hello.” 

     shifting slightly to the side, eyeing the exit as she continues to clutch to the syringe before her, “how... how did you— what happened to your hair?” corners beginning to perk up as furrowed brows of confusion and slight fear melt away as her gaze captures his full frame. “what’s with the get up?” she points her syringe at him, “and... that coat— that should be illegal. can you take it off? it looks weird.” syringe tracing its way to the coat hanger by the door, “what are you meant to be? a scarecrow with hay for hair?” 

[wshaeni]

@wslili

     halloween, an interesting time of year. especially, for someone who absolutely hates the idea of ghosts, demons and spirits alike, would attend some sort of halloween get together, dressed up as a nurse. cradling in her arm was an enormous syringe, green gunk like substance occupying the space within the clear prop as she reluctantly explores the hallways of the building herself. screams already echoing behind her, hearing the banging of fists against the walls followed by rampant footsteps that could be heard sprinting frantically in the rooms she would pass by. 

     she had no game plan, no course of action that could be taken if a demon decided to appear and possess her. does she attempt to stab it with her fake syringe? does she offer hyuk’s soul instead? does she tell the demons that his flesh tastes better than hers, considering how much time he spends on prepping himself to be annoying and ungrateful? or does she beg pathetically on her knees? do demons even consider the pleas of their victims? the thoughts course through her reverie causing slight panic to cascade through her veins, feeling her digits tighten around the syringe in her hand. the sudden scream behind her causes her jolt, throwing herself against the wall in a panic and she freezes, the hallway is empty, no one was behind her, yet the echoing of the scream was so clear in her mind that she swears... she swears it was real. a hand moves to press against her chest, she could feel her heart racing, the needle end of the syringe falling to the floor with a gentle clang as she manages to regain her composure. 

     she drags her syringe around, the point scrapping gently against the surface of the flooring, turning to enter a room as her shoulder collides with another. and in her frantic state of mind, she tosses her syringe at the assumed demon lady she had bumped into, a yelp leaving her own lips. only moments later had she realised that she had attacked her own sister, “oh my goodness... i thought you were a demon. you almost gave me a heart attack.” 

[wshaeni]

wseunbin​:

she squints for a moment as she tries to recognize who the woman is. unfortunately, she fails because it seems to be someone she’s never seen before. a trainee? a staff member? she could be either, really. at the compliment, eunbin can’t help but smile as she looks down at her feet. “thank you,” she says in return. despite the numerous times she’s been let down, her dancing is still something she’s quite confident in. she had been g.ni’s dancer back when the group was active, and it’s the one skill that she didn’t have to push and push to improve on. it came almost naturally and because she felt like she was decent at it, dancing had become enjoyable as well. different from singing or rapping or anything else she had gotten her hands on.

her ears perk up at the mention of her old company, and she tries to recall if she’s seen her around. it’s very possible that they never overlapped seeing that eunbin wasn’t there for a long time and with the way she talks about the days, it seems like it happened quite a while ago for her as well. “oh,” is all that leaves her lips initially at the past tense that’s being used. for a split second, eunbin wonders if she was let go by the company as well. perhaps they’re both victims of yuseong to some extent. “do you want to join me instead?” eunbin’s yet to really take a step from her position because she’s shy but she’s not as uncomfortable as she was when she first discovered the other watching her. while she’s mentioned that she can’t dance anymore, she assumes it means it’s because she just doesn’t have the time nor location to do so anymore. “being an intern must take up so much of your time.”

     talking about her past ventures with yuseong as their trainee was as though she had reopened an old wound, had stuck a blade and wedged it into the crevices of her bleached bones and refusing to have it pull out. it was as though all her former dreams and ambitions had been forcefully stripped away from her, bare hands that grasped at nothing but the thin air that cuts through her digits. dance was once a passion, something she no longer was capable of doing. the envy that she feels simply by standing back and watching someone else, fills her with a sense of melancholy that at times, jaded hues begin to well up with tears. corners perk up as the other thanks her, she nods as her smile pulls to a wider grin. 

     do you want to join me instead? the request catches off guard, she wasn’t expecting much when she waddled her way through the building. gaze widening slightly, shaking her head at the request, “oh, no no. i don’t think i can, i’d much prefer to watch a professional like yourself dance than to part take in it.” a hand raises to wave, signifying a reluctance in her doing anything more than just watching. she hasn’t tried dancing for years now, since the doctor had told her that excessive use on her legs would mean excruciating pain at night. it wasn’t as if she was already doing enough damage having to run about the yuseong building all day. 

     a chuckle leaving her lips, “it does. sometimes i wish i could just quit my job and work with pandas.” digits running through her strands, “but maybe... maybe you could show me a few dance moves? i’m really rusty and my balance and control? atrocious.” another chuckle, this time attempting to mask the cascading wave of melancholy that hits her. 

[wshaeni]

“So I take it you don’t wanna go out.”

     “i do, but—!” hesitation evident in her eyes as they dart from her wrist to the pile of papers in her hand, atop sat a coffee tray. it was going cold anyway, she assumes it’s for the best that she throws them out, or maybe have them thrown into the microwave to give off a false sense of freshly delivered drinks. her gaze shifts to chorong’s, lips moving agape as brows knit together, expression falling to one of complaint, one of being overworked and tired. “okay, you know what? let’s go out.” she nods, though the weight of the papers resting in the nook of her arm doesn’t do enough to convince her, doesn’t do much to lessen the stress she felt rolling off of quivering hues. “... just let me put these papers in the office and microwave these drinks and i’ll be back.” she nods, more reassuringly this time. 

     it had been such a long time since she was able to spend some quality time with chorong. it doesn’t help that now the other was busy with her drama role, with even lesser time to spend frolicking about after an intern like herself. she felt like such a burden to everyone, maybe if she had listened to her father and pursued something more relevant to her area of study, she wouldn’t be here right now worrying about cold coffees and overdue papers. 

     a sigh leaving her, “actually, you know what? i’ll just dump everything here and come back for it after we go out. i don’t think anyone is going to steal two cold coffees and a pile of paper.” another sigh, this time more hopeful than the last.

[wshaeni]

wshyojin​:

it does get through to him how bad everything could be sounding at this very moment and he does try to get himself to sober up. its really hard. so he sits up when haeni asks him if everything is okay. he was fine, more than fine actually, he was just a lightweight who had a tad too much to drink today. hyojin forces himself to sit up, hand rubbing at his face to try and wake himself up a bit, but it really doesn’t help. “nothing’s wrong.” he answers, palm pressing into his forehead as he tries to think a tad more straight, a sniff following as he thinks what he could actually say.

he can hear her worry, the tone of her voice telling him enough “haeni- haeni i’m fine i promise-” he realizes the impact on his words, a bit too late but at least he does “i just had-” he pauses for a moment, slightly blurry eyesight landing on the half empty bottle of wine on the coffee table “half a bottle of red wine, it’s hit me a tad.” he explains, leaning a bit back into the couch. at least the world wasn’t spinning around him “i should have started with that, fuck, im sorry..” he mutters, reaching up to wipe the rest of his tears from his eyes. his voice is still a tad shaky, but better than from the start of the call. it does dawn on him that it might be a tad late, panic already settling. 

“i just saw a bunch of pictures of us on my phone and i really started missing you..” he adds, completely falling back onto the couch, back in his original position. his gaze catches berry jumping onto the couch, quickly laying onto his lap and making himself comfortable. “i got berry with me, i’m fine.” hyojin finally confirms, voice steadier now. “but i really miss you, its been a while since we saw each other..” he’s pouting right now, gaze moving to the ceiling to stare at it “sorry if i worried you, it wasn’t my intention but i am not dying.”

     the answer doesn’t soothe her worries in the slightest, instead brows furrow as she attempts to listen on his voice more closely. phone pressed against her ear, she finds herself holding her breath for brief moments at a time in between the pauses of his words. digits curving around her phone, pressed on her casing as she feels her grip tighten at every second that passes by. it was only until he mentions the red wine that a sigh leaves from her lips, more audibly than she had wanted. “hyojin... one day, you’re going to give me a heart attack.” though, the fluttering only subsides to a minute hitch in her breath. worry still present as she has pulls a jacket across her shoulders, “are you sure you’re okay? i’m still a little worried.” she admits, a sigh accompanying her words shortly after.

     “you should’ve started with that. that you’re not dying, oh my goodness hyojin.” she whines as her tone drags out the last syllable of his name. he was right, she hadn’t gotten the opportunity to see him in a long while, schedules clashing and time slipping right through her fingers. she had lost control of herself these past few months, finding it hard to shift through all of the emotions that had so suddenly began to cascade down onto her like bricks colliding against already broken limbs. shoulders unable to bear the weight any longer and she allows herself to slip, catches herself too late in the moment and she’s almost lead astray. 

     “you’re home right? let me come over, i’ll bring some food too. are you sure you’re okay? do i need to bring anything else with me?” gaze narrowing as she attempts to think of any other essentials she may need to assist him. worry never subsiding. “do you need anything?” her intern instincts kicking in.

[wshaeni]

wsxhyuk​:

. . .

“you’re one to say that i’m messed up.” he grumbled, the wheels in his chair creaking as he finally allowed himself to glance up at haeni almost regretfully, dark hues grazing her features mixed with regret and apprehension. “but fine.” the threat of her being over him still hangs over him precariously, even as he grudgingly stands to his feet and wraps her gingerly in a one-sided hug. “i did miss you.” he concedes as delicately as he possibly could. it’s still a wonder how his body simply melds into her own, relaxing as the scent of her familiar perfume wafts around them–and the one sided hug that he’d told himself to follow through with suddenly didn’t seem like the best option anymore. 

he’s unable to stop himself from pulling her in for more, body curved around her own, and chin lightly resting against her head as he felt himself relax fully, something seemingly impossible for his tightly wound self moments ago. 

he lets go of her grudgingly, fingers lingering over her arm as he pulls away to return to his cold, empty seat.

“so what did you come here for? if anything, i thought this was the last place you’d ever chose to spend for chuseok, with all that’s happened between us. besides, you do have a home.” he points out, brow lightly raised as he dragged out another chair for her to sit comfortably on, his music production paling in interesting comparison to haeni’s otherwise intentions. 

     that’s not what i meant. she’s familiar with this, familiar with the tone of voice, the way it trails off, the pauses, the incomplete words that fall short. it’s met with the same sigh that leaves from her lips, seeing him falter at his own words, at least he’s trying. she tries to comfort herself, lets the thought settle and soothe the frustration that sometimes boils too close to the surface. the subtle eye roll that accompanies the heavy breath follows shortly after. 

     nervously glazing her hues, lathers her reverie in a thick coat of uncertainty and reluctance as digits fiddle beneath her long sleeve. a loose hoodie hanging from her shoulders, frame too small to fill the material, as she lets her gaze drift to his own features. it runs along his temple to his jawline, the kind her mother would have a natural affinity to. the shape of his ears, the crevices that carve out the cartilage that hides behind the strands of hair, lobes so well formed that by the time she reaches the shadows of his jaw, she feels the gentle flutter rekindle in her chest. she holds her breath for a moment, lets her gaze avert hastily from his features, meeting with the floor. feet, encompassed in white socks wiggling nervously in their place. 

     the one sided hug satiates a small part of her, she feels slightly underwhelmed as an arm reaches out and wraps around him. he’s a lot taller than she remembers. i did miss you. a chuckle escaping from her lips, unable to be suppressed as both arms move to secure him in her embrace. “i missed you too.” a soft mumble that falls between hesitant breaths. a part of her fearing that this moment, too would pass too soon. 

     a sudden craving for affection, the kind that eases her mind, soothes the quiver that runs down her spine, erases the fear that engulfs her soul and ensure her of a home. oddity lathering her present, years of an unknown feeling of yearning for something she swore she had lost amidst the scrimmage of her inner turmoil. swore that she had no need for something so trivial, so... fear provoking that at the touch of her shoulder she cowers in trepidation. yet, here she stood, soothed by his presence, by the familiar scent of his clothes and weight of his body curved against her own. what a plot twist he was.

     the space between them returns, she feels the sudden gush of emptiness cascading through her fallen limbs, limp by her sides. “are you trying to tell me you don’t want me here?” seating herself into the chair placed before her, arms crossing as to ease the urge to hang herself from hyuk’s neck like a child demanding attention. “give me your phone, mines died. i’ll call kiha, i’m sure he would be happy to have me for chuseok.” gaze narrowing on his own, a tug on her upper lip, “i came here to see you.” a leg raising, toes pointed as she jabs him with her foot, lets her leg rest on his lap. “give me your phone.” she leans over from her chair, hand grappling on his forearm, pulling her seat closer to his, “and where’s your... nameless?” digits secured around his wrist. gaze moving to wonder around his studio, “where’s your phone? give me your phone.” tone slightly whiny. 

[wshaeni]

@daiyuws

     earlier days of windswept hair and hues glazed by uncertainty, a life lead astray at the moment of being lead astray by choices she had made. there was no one else to blame but herself. the sun grazing at her temples, the side of her forefinger pressing against her forehead, shielding her from the light. brows furrowing slightly as she catches a glimpse of a silhouette dancing, the chatter of passerby falling for the background as the sound from the speakers move to the foreground. movements so fluid, so agile and so... perfect, that she can’t help but to stop and stare. amazement evident in her jaded hues, ones that have lost all sign of hope, lost in the hallway of closed doors, a labyrinth of dead ends laced by gossamer. 

     days go by, then weeks, months follow and within that span, haeni has seen the same girl perform on the street. the occasional smile and head nod, the frequent stops made amidst her schedule to stand and watch, to cheer her on, to offer her lunch, a drink, whatever she had available. stars in her eyes, a gaze filled with admiration. a love she had lost amidst her insatiable desire for more, for validation to be met with kind words from her mother, for words of confirmation that she was in fact proud of who she had raised, that haeni wasn’t just a backup plan, wasn’t just a second child after the best. after the oldest. 

     it wasn’t until recently that she had ran into her again, this time... within the wishbone building. like any other day, hyuk’s lunch in hand, still warm from the car ride here. perhaps the people of wishbone would know her by now as hyuk’s food slave, considering the amount of times she has asked for a pass to enter to find him. the sudden collision with her shoulder, any harder and her leg would have given out. lunch grasping tightly in her hands, pulled to her chest as she turns around, head bowing apologetically. “sorry.” a hand raises to push the strands that had fell before her back behind her shoulder, gaze moving to graze across the other’s features as her own widens in surprise. “you’re... you’re the dancer!” excitement evident in her voice.

[wshaeni]

wsmini​:

  It took longer than it should have for your words to process in Minhee’s mind. It was likely because she didn’t want to understand what you were saying. Even after a few seconds of shocked silence, she still couldn’t understand. The lack of genuine hardships in her life left her unequipped. Being blissfully unaware of what was going on around you at all times made the world seem like such a great place. It hurt that it clearly wasn’t the same for you.

  At first her smile only grows, but her eyebrows also slightly raise as she stares at you. She wanted to follow with something positive. Anything to keep your mind off of things. But in this situation, it just didn’t seem possible. Her grip on your hand tightens. “Well–” Her first attempt at speaking, and she chokes on her words. That was all that it took to make the tears that had been building up in her eyes fall.

  As cliché as it probably sounded to anyone besides Minhee, it was too difficult to imagine a world without you. It would be so lonely. Sniffling loudly, Minhee tries to keep the sobs from continuing. It seemed wrong to be showing so much emotion when you must have been feeling so much worse. “But for you, I wish that life could be perfect. You deserve it. You really do.” Her voice was trembling, but she she manages to let out a light laugh at your snide comment. “It’s not scary when I’m sleeping because I’m usually dreaming of you.”

     a world that was slowly painted over by the drifting cloud overcasting the once sunny landscape, now transformed into a monochromatic oil painting of random slashes upon the canvas. broken brushes with worn out bristles striking against the already stained artwork, as if doing more damage would make it more... more pleasing to the eyes. this painting, one of random strokes and splatters of the same shade of grey was a good representation of haeni’s own life. beneath the thick layer of dried up monotony, laid the dormant need to see the sunlight, to see the world in colour again. and minhee gave her that little bit of hope that shone through the ever so thick layers of desolation.

     the tightened grip onto her own hand, the single syllable that falls from minhee’s lips followed by haeni’s own arched brows above already waning hues of dejection light up with surprise. haeni grows concerned, her own grip tightening on minhee’s hand, “oh no, oh no please don’t do this.” corners tugging upwardly, in desperation as her head tilts back suppressing the tears that threaten at the sight of the other doing the same. you deserve it. you really do. the comment only makes the small smile on her lips tug upwardly some more, makes it appear genuine, natural and from a place of happiness. “what did i do to deserve such a ball of sunshine like you to be my friend?” she’s sniffling now, speaking in between little hicks of her breath, still attempting to suppress the tears. 

     “stop...” a gentle nudge of her shoulder against minhee’s. “i’ll buy you lunch. stop, i’m going to cry.” 

[wshaeni]

@taejoonws

     chuseok isn’t the most pleasant nor ideal time of year for her. constant reminders of a family lost to the insatiable desire for fame, a sister who was too consumed by work to let a moments glimpse be settled on her younger sister. a mother, who berates her youngest because her own dreams were crushed by the weight she has imposed on her own children. shoulders cracking beneath the pressure, she feels her neck tense up with slight hesitation as she lets her knuckles graze the door to taejoon’s apartment, uninvited. 

     the soft knocking falls weak as she lets a sigh escape from her lips, her own gaze falls to her hand, and she moves to knock again. more firm than the last, accompanied by a reluctant, “taejoon?” she feels almost bad for impeding onto his free time, perhaps he was out already during this time to his own family and friends. distant relatives gathering with the usual festivities around this time of year. she feels more like a burden than anything, no real place to settle, no real home to be in, no real support system that didn’t include someone to berate her down to the stripped core of her bleached bones.

     maybe she should’ve called him sooner, sent him a message to give him a heads up or to even ask him if it was alright for her to show up like this. digits intertwine before her, thumbs fiddling in contemplation of leaving, the bag of food dangling on two fingers on her left gently knocking at her thigh as she hears the door creak open, jaded hues perking up, glazed by hopefulness. “taejoon!” the smile on her features evident of the happiness she felt seeing him, “are... are you busy?”