COLD GIRL FEVER

choi sulli / ju jak / year two

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leftover struggles

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( / he fails to listen and still pulls at sulli’s cheek before the migraine hits him slowly, albeit not as bad as how sulli is feeling ) please hold it in until i find the trashcan ( / with that bogum forces himself to sit up and open his eyes to adjust the light. bad choice as he tries hard to hold back the feeling of wanting to throw up as well. it feels like the aftermath of a hurricane in his mind as he stands up slowly, hands groping against the wall as his support for the moment before leaning down by the trash can  ) here ( / he answers simply as he finds his balance slowly and walks over and drops the trash can in front of her ) just puke in there while i find something for you to stomach and probably a change of clothes. ( / momentary pause ) i guess i can finally comment how i might look more well put together than you are right now ( / he barely cracks out the comment before he’s reminded of his hangover and groaning he slowly makes his way out, bumping into plastic cups here and there to reach over for the unopened water bottles he found ) drink some of this. slowly. ( / he places the water bottle on the ground before giving it a good push and letting it roll to sulli. only to have it marginally miss it a bit ) ….you can reach for that, right? ( / cause bogum would rather sit down against this comfy wall instead to be honest )

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( a taste of hell found only at the end of a bottle. she’ll admit that the initial buzz had been comfortable, pleasant even. but she can’t imagine why anyone would want to go further, how enjoyment could be salvaged from that mindless haze. oblivion isn’t worth this kind of suffering. she moves, pushing herself to lean over the edge of the bed, gaze dropping to the bottom of the trash can. this is what she’s come to. hair a mess, dress skewed. suppose she should thank a god she doesn’t believe in that she’s still wearing it, the way that night went. in the bedroom next door. fuck. ) oppa. i can’t. i’m— ( she inhales, presses down a wave of nausea. too hurting to even respond to his jab, tongue-in-cheek. ) just give me a second. 

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– second year / baek ho initiate: perfect on paper, pristine reputation. prob getting in relatively unscathed in the next few weeks to assume the position of ~lofty & better than u baek ho girl in third year. – p. much has never failed @ anything she really wants, so you can imagine the kind of privileged (baek) hoe that produces. ENTJ to a fault. – gives off lowkey shady bitch vibes… probably because… she is one… but she’s fairly chill in the way she conducts herself, practically imperturbable. being an asshole is so extra. she's civil at the very worst, gotta keep up appearances u feel me. –  she’s a gemini does that explain everything or what. – judgmental af. honestly tho she just can’t help noticing things about people, IT’S LIKE A CURSE!! on the upside, she never rly instigates any trivial teenage drama, bcus frankly she’s got better shit to do. her ambition has real substance to it and keeps her relatively in check. – no heart of gold, no tragic backstory, no secret self-loathing: actually possesses an unreal level of confidence lol, it’s v. difficult to undermine her. she’s quite unsympathetic as a result, which can be refreshing at times, ruthlessly insensitive at others. – a feeble grandma who can’t open bottles or battle strong breezes honestly it’s PATHETIC – the wall: “isn’t sulli a lowkey hoe as well” LISTEN... LISTEN!!! she’s only been with.. two... ppl.. both future cheong ryong lol gIrl does not do flings. is prob better off dying alone sipping vintages and rolling in cash money. rich spinster aunt #aesthetics.

PLOTS.

– probably have to be more #srsbsns, not that i can’t do crack with her but that’s what trash son @yfxbobby is for. i could really go for more ~nuanced or ~conflicted plots with her SO IF YOU’RE GAME FOR SOMETHING MORE THAN VANILLA HMU.

[choissul]

SWAROVSKI - Modern Pearl

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( Her heels find their way to the floor, knees raising, ankles hooking over his waist. She indulges him readily, back arching off the mattress to let the slide of his hands take her dress with it, unwilling to pull apart long enough to undo it all. The chill of newly exposed skin is replaced by hands and lips, eyes slipping momentarily shut, sensation stronger and sweeter in total dark. The smirk on his mouth begs to be kissed off, the situation too weighted in his favour. She wants bare skin pressed against her and lines drawn into his back; she wants, wants, wants and he’s freezing above her, conceding entirely. ) ( A moment, then two. ) You've got to be kidding me. ( She breathes, the tension vanishing. )

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400 lux ;

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“Did you enjoy the dance itself at least? I told you I would dress better this year.” Thank god for Uui. Maybe it was the year for change after all. 

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It’s a privilege afforded by their social class to have both houses and lawyers on retainer. This villa has never been a home. It’s an asset, an investment in real estate, catalogue interiors minimal in a way that suggests absence. The furniture is there for eyes only, hollowed out. There isn’t much in the way of clothing left behind here, collecting dust, though she leads them into Bogum’s bedroom to better their odds. 

The mention of spring formal has her remembering that there had been, in fact, a spring formal. The evening had been good, but memory always favours the worst. Everything that had happened afterwards, sun below the horizon, seems to have more weight to it, more presence. The repercussions further reaching.

“Yeah, I did. Didn’t know you could dance like that, and you looked good.” She turns her head to look at him, unable to resist teasing, though her meaning is genuine. “Someone’s got to give you a little boost of confidence, isn’t that right?”

She pulls open the drawers of the dresser, one after another, kneeling carefully to get to the last. At the bottom, she finds an old pair of gym shorts and a matching sweater from Bogum’s middle school days, the emblem inducing a spell of nostalgia. A year at Sunhwa has felt like ten. 

“Keep your hoodie, I think this should work,” she says, straightening with the clothes bundled in her hands. There’s a brief connection as they look at each other, the atmosphere suddenly off colour. She's let comfort get in the way of vigilance. What’s the protocol with an ex-boyfriend who’s seen it all?

"Can you turn around?" 

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They wore blouses with buttons down the front that suggested the possibilities of the word undone. These women could be undone; or not. They seemed to be able to choose.

The Handmaid’s Tale, Margaret Atwood (via fuckyeahliteraryquotes)

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♔ My muse finding your muse wearing their clothes ♖ My muse having their hair washed by your muse ♗ Your muse falling asleep with their head in my muse’s lap ♘ Our muses cuddling in a blanket fort ♙ Our muses sharing a bed ♛ Our muses sharing a dessert ♝ Our muses reading a book together ♟ My muse patching up a wound your muse had gotten ♤ Our muses taking a bath together ♧ Your muse playing with my muses hair ♡ Our muses accidentally falling asleep together ♠ Your muse adjusting my muses jewelry/neck tie/etc. ♥ Your muse crying about something to my muse ♦ Our muses slow dancing together

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randomly demands for all the texts?

c. may 2014 - april 2016

↳ reply ☏ for a vague text

c. may 2014

( ✉ → Shin Uui ) So you’re the boyfriend.

↳ reply  ⁇ for a worried text

c. july 2014

( ✉ → Shin Uui ) Oppa can you help Jungkook with art class?

( ✉ → Shin Uui ) It sounds like he’s having a hard time.

( ✉ → Shin Uui ) ( UNSENT ) His dad’s going to lose it if he fails.

↳ reply ☼ for a congratulatory text

c. september 2014

( ✉ → Shin Uui ) Heard from Chorong that some hot shot curator loves your work.

( ✉ → Shin Uui ) And here I thought the art world was all bullshit, congrats!!

↳ send ✺ for a sassy text

c. october 2014

( ✉ → Shin Uui ) God… this is adorable..

( ✉ → Shin Uui ) You’re both so adorable.

( ✉ → Shin Uui ) Oppa I’m gonna puke.

↳ reply ♔ for an angry text

c. december 2014

( ✉ → Shin Uui ) Paid twenty thousand won to see amorphous piles of actual garbage.

 ( ✉ → Shin Uui ) I hate modern art so much.

↳ reply ✘ for a text that should never have been sent

c. february 2015 (unsent)

( ✉ → Shin Uui ) You’re the worst.

DELETE CONTACT?YES / NO

↳ reply ☠ for a misguided advice text

c. march 2016

( ✉ → Shin Uui ) You know they say it’s never better the second time around.

↳ reply ♣ for a text not meant for you

c. march 2016

( ✉ → Song Jimin Shin Uui ) Just to be clear, you know I don’t hold anything against you, right?

( ✉ → Song JiminShin Uui ) Stop overthinking it.

↳ reply ✆ for a morning text

c. march 2016

( ✉ → Shin Uui ) Actual angel Chorong is making pancakes and her hands are occupied. She wants to know if you want to come over.

( ✉ → Shin Uui ) Jungkook and Bogum are here too so don’t get any ideas.

↳ reply ♠ for a drunk text

c. april 2016 (after party, she’s rekt)

( ✉ → Shin Uui ) wy am i ganret

↳ reply ☢ for a desperate text

c. april 2016

( ✉ → Shin Uui ) I’m the worst kind of hypocrite.

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past recedes ;

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“How have you been?”

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"Maybe, but a teaching degree doesn't mean you can teach," she shrugs a shoulder, closing a hand around the mug with a quick thanks. ”And you seem to be doing better than fine. The students all like you," she continues, mouth curving. "But you always were good at that."

She takes a moment to dip a cookie into her mug, considering how to condense a year. Hindsight reveals a series of things done, and done well. An enviable roster of achievements on paper, but Uui has a sharper intuition for the things that really matter. "I've been good. First year was nothing special.”

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400 lux ;

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“Yah give that to me…” Jisoo laughed softly because she never could open a bottle, even something as simple as one with water. Fingers made the exchange of the hoodie for the bottle as he worked on getting it open in seconds before holding it back out again with a warm smile. It was tinged with almost a bit of sadness, but almost something familiar of the past as his eyes turned into half moons. “Those shoes really do not look that sturdy. I’m pretty sure I could carry you on my back the rest of the way? If you want. Where did you even get those anyway??” 

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"Thanks for the vote of confidence," she sighs, mouth curving into a faint smirk.

A year to acquaint herself with Jisoo's unassailable faith in her and still it summons a state of disbelief. His optimism is a palpable glow, effusing the room with a residual warmth. At the worst of times, she's almost desperate to escape the pedestal he puts her on. It's a puzzle she'd like to solve, the matter of what would make him think less of her. Suppose she might have really done it this time, a joint effort between indiscretion and white-lipped silence.

Forgiveness could come so easily: press herself soft against him, kiss the corner of his mouth and admit last night's regrets. (Does she though? Regret?) An abstract sense of unease sits heavy in her, ink spilled on paper. Too much, too soon. Half the force of this migraine must be the pressure of her thoughts. She needs time to think this through, to pour over it—she needs aspirin hitting her bloodstream even worse. It's a two pill kind of day.

"I'm hungover, not paraplegic," she throws him a little look, one eyebrow raised as she swallows the pills with a sip of water. "They're just house slippers. I have my heels, but yeah, that’s not happening. We can just call a cab, but let me find pants first."

She’s already moving further into the house, dropping the bottles onto the kitchen counter with a glance over her shoulder. ”You can come.”

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HIGH CUT

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[xyfxsulli]

( He looks good like this, the weight of him between her hips, sinking her into the bed. The fabric of her dress bands tight around her, the angle too severe, sliding precariously over skin and skin and skin. Desperation speaks a syncopated language, wears her breath at the edges into a ragged staccato. ) Fuck. ( This isn’t enough. The only thought in her mind is how he can break her further; mouth open, skin humming, live wire underneath him. Her hands slip blind between them, fumbling with his belt, the sound that pierces the air stopping her only briefly. She realizes in a belated haze that it’s his phone, ringing in his back pocket. Demand yields under the heat of his mouth, turns instead into pleading. She would never beg, but she’s close. ) Don’t answer.

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“listen up here. i deserve at least a C, and you know it”

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Immunity is simple. Accept it. Go a step further, straight off the ledge. Your heart starts to show red on your sleeve only when excuses are made, denials misplaced.

       So she’s a bitch with an ego. 

                    —And? 

She could be nicer about this, but she knows Choa—knows that she’s driven entirely by her own momentum. They’re similar on that front. But moreover, she doesn't want to play nice. Goodness requires incentive, and insults that fall short of their target make for poor leverage.

"Why are you telling me this?" she asks, flat. "You’re kidding yourself if you think I could force him to give you a grade. I showed him exactly what you showed me. If you think you deserve better, that's your problem, not mine."

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Kim Jisoo x Choi Sulli

“I remember all those crazy things you said, you left them running through my head. You are always there, you are everywhere. But right now I wish you were here.”

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The fact of the matter is, he’d do it. He’d do anything Sulli wanted him to do minus possibly something that would induce blood. Jisoo’s lips started to curl into a smile as he looked at her in the soft morning light. Ears perked up at the sound of someone upstairs, but he just assumed it was Bogum. They would be meeting more in the future, wouldn’t they? Jisoo glanced towards the stairs before putting his hand out to Sulli. “Come on. Let’s get you back to society.” 

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He poses the question so lightly, but the weight of it throws her. It’s now that the lock begins to give, the memories strangely hollow, everything she’d said and done in that deluge like remembering a past life. It’s a series of meaningless clichés; parties, drunk teenagers, trysts committed in the dark. That there’s more to it than that is impossible to admit even to herself.

Apologies ought to be straightforward, but that she tastes one on the tip of her tongue does not sit well with her. It’s an admission of guilt, the lending of weight to something that means nothing—should mean nothing. A better excuse: they aren’t together. So. There should be no guilt, but there is.

Would it hurt him?

( Of course, but only if he knows. ) The breath constricting in her chest exhales as a soft huff of laughter, no proof given of the heaviness of her thoughts, her answer offered without a beat missing.

“Feels like I have. You can just say I look like shit, I know I do.” White lies come easily, as they always do. She takes his hand, only the last of a hundred other times, pulling him inside with a pointed look. “I’m definitely not ready to get back to society.” Sure as hell not like this. She lowers her eyes, sweeping over the fraying hem of her shirt, bruised knees, slippers in pink plastic. Her hair’s still damp, seeping cold over her back.

She lets go of him to open the water, frowning when the cap refuses to give. Surrender comes all too soon, with a wide-eyed stare, the bottle held out between them. This is familiar. It’s a struggle on the best of days, let alone as hungover as she is now.

“Open this for me?”

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JEON JUNGKOOK / #1 booty master of sunhwa academy, provider of platonic ass slaps

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(/ he’s too busy conspicuously staring at her bag like the fucking dumbass he is to note the sharpness in her narrowed gaze. should he have offered to carry her bag too? pretend to look for a pen perhaps? it isn’t until they make it out of the library that he finally distinguishes the million red flags, her voice as ominous as it usually is when she’s on the brink of figuring out his usual case of misbehavior ) what – ? (/ his eyes snap up to her face, halting awkwardly, his body and face the epitome of yes-i-fucked-up-how-the-fuck-did-you-find-out ) nothing, what the fuck are you talking about? (/ his gaze flickers back to her bag, then back to her face. choi sulli is a fucking ghost, jesus – act casual, jeon jungkook, act casual ) long day, huh? lemme – (/ he balances the textbooks on one arm before slipping her bag off of her shoulder and on to his ) carry that for you, babe. you seem, uh –  kinda tired today.   

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( Once, twice, a thousand times—by now his hands are perpetually stained red, imprints all over. Subtlety has never been his particular area of expertise. She follows the trajectory of his line of sight, holding tight to the strap of her bag as he slips it onto his shoulder. ) Okay. One—you’re shit at lying. You already know this. ( Voice as deadpan as her expression, a frown deepening at the corners of her mouth. Seventeen and she already has a tiger mom glower perfected into an art form. ) Two—what did you do to my bag?