( sent â bathroom girl ) : so reliable, i should have never doubted.Â
( sent â bathroom girl ) : pffft, youâre so right, like get an xbox.
( sent â bathroom girl ) : and donât assume that i enjoyed it.Â
( sent â bathroom girl ) : ⊠but honestly i did.Â
( sent â bathroom girl ) : OKAY, BUT HAVE YOU DONE IT YET?!
⣠â   ( image attachment ) ( hairflip emoji )
⣠â   right?? he probably thought heâd get some v thrown his way b/c of it ă ă ă
⣠â   ... âassumeâ ...  iâd like to think i know enough not to assume anymore ~~~
⣠â   when havenât you enjoyed my requests ~~~
⣠â   WAS ROME BUILT IN A FUCKING DAY?? I DONâT THINK SO
⣠â   ... what do i get when i do it though ;)
⣠â yâknow, besides some twink looking kid who canât keep his dick in his pants  trying to hand my ass to meÂ
hiiiiiii. â„ i know it seems like i was on hiatus majority of my time here which i probably was, but the semester is over and summer is here which means more time for rp!! hip hip hooray!!!
first off!! i switched fcâs from kiko mizuhara to goo hara, because airi went through a lowkey revamp and a new fc was needed for reasons. the only thing that changes w/ her background and such is that sheâs now full korean instead of half, and her legal name is kwon iseul â but donât call her that unless u have a death wish or smth, she still goes by airi. everything else is still the same!
that being said, this is an official plot call because she doesnât have that many threads and a lot of the people whom i was plotting with left while i was gone and ajflda; yeah. that being said, hereâs a super tl;dr on miss kwon:
17 / second year, is a cheerleader and is on the swim team
adopted by a japanese couple as a baby, so was raised there until she was 14. misses home like crazy, prefers japanese food to korean, korean has a japanese accent⊠u get the point. can seem very pro-japan when talking about the country but nah sheâs just bitter and homesick
#brokencondombaby â is the product of an affair. didnât know that until a year or two after her father brought her to korea and b/c of that she resents him. acts out in response to this, so is a typical teenager to drinks and smokes and parties and fucks and all that good stuff.
a walking oxymoron: quiet ( doesnât say more than prob 6 words at a time ) and somewhat introverted but is sociable. doesnât show emotions yet is stoically dramatic. doesnât give a fuck about much yet is a lowkey attention seeker. #hotmess
kinda creepy. likes staring at people and making others uncomfortable, finds it fun and enjoys seeing peopleâs reactions
thrill seeker / adrenaline rush junkie
a lil above average w/ her grades, actually cares about her academic future
loves ariel / the little mermaid, itâs what inspired her to start swimming and kickstarted her love for water / the sea / marine life
more here b/c yeah iâm lazy
and while i do have a plots page, hereâs some extra plots that iâd really like for her. if you see something you like or want to plot, like the post and iâll hit u up via tumblr im!! or u can give me ur aim and we can do it there, whatever works for u baby boo!!
hiiiiiii. â„ i know it seems like i was on hiatus majority of my time here which i probably was, but the semester is over and summer is here which means more time for rp!! hip hip hooray!!!
first off!! i switched fcâs from kiko mizuhara to goo hara, because airi went through a lowkey revamp and a new fc was needed for reasons. the only thing that changes w/ her background and such is that sheâs now full korean instead of half, and her legal name is kwon iseul -- but donât call her that unless u have a death wish or smth, she still goes by airi. everything else is still the same!
that being said, this is an official plot call because she doesnât have that many threads and a lot of the people whom i was plotting with left while i was gone and ajflda; yeah. that being said, hereâs a super tl;dr on miss kwon:
17 / second year, is a cheerleader and is on the swim team
adopted by a japanese couple as a baby, so was raised there until she was 14. misses home like crazy, prefers japanese food to korean, korean has a japanese accent... u get the point. can seem very pro-japan when talking about the country but nah sheâs just bitter and homesick
#brokencondombaby -- is the product of an affair. didnât know that until a year or two after her father brought her to korea and b/c of that she resents him. acts out in response to this, so is a typical teenager to drinks and smokes and parties and fucks and all that good stuff.
a walking oxymoron: quiet ( doesnât say more than prob 6 words at a time ) and somewhat introverted but is sociable. doesnât show emotions yet is stoically dramatic. doesnât give a fuck about much yet is a lowkey attention seeker. #hotmess
kinda creepy. likes staring at people and making others uncomfortable, finds it fun and enjoys seeing peopleâs reactions
thrill seeker / adrenaline rush junkie
a lil above average w/ her grades, actually cares about her academic future
loves ariel / the little mermaid, itâs what inspired her to start swimming and kickstarted her love for water / the sea / marine life
more here b/c yeah iâm lazy
and while i do have a plots page, hereâs some extra plots that iâd really like for her. if you see something you like or want to plot, like the post and iâll hit u up via tumblr im!! or u can give me ur aim and we can do it there, whatever works for u baby boo!!
cousins!! like wtf who the hell is this girl who appeared out of no where and that ur uncle is treating like his prized possesion??? tf is her problem why is she looking like sheâd rather die than be here like hoe do u know u got it #made??? or maybe they bond over dislike of their families or smth idk
an ex maybe?? they went out first year when she was #lost and more adorable back then and maybe they lasted long?? maybe they didnât?? either way sheâs the complete opposite now and u donât know who tf this girl is anymore
tutoring!! she offers to help u study and in the beginning it worked out, but now every time u 2 meet up u wanna do everything in the damn world but studying. sometimes she says fuck it and goes along, but sometimes sheâs like u gon sit tf down and learn the damn pythagorean theorem today!!!
girls who are confused about their sexuality!!! let airi come fuck things up even more for them and lowkey tease them and such!! angst and stuff!!
( sent â bathroom girl ) : are you at the party? you should see a shitty old pool table in the middle of the living room. itâs his favorite possession. >:D
( sent â bathroom girl ) : all it would take is one good jump on it to break it.
( sent â bathroom girl ) : and if you feel bad, just remember he cheated on his girlfriend with one of my teammates.
( sent â bathroom girl ) : really, youâre doing the world a service, and this is nothing compared to what you made me do last week! Â
⣠â why are u even asking this, ofc i am
⣠â he needs better taste, like youâre rich why do u still have a pool table from the joseon dynasty
⣠â ARE YOU TRYING TO GET ME KILLED???Â
⣠â  IâM GONNA DO IT ANYWAYS I JUST WANNA KNOW
⣠â .... oh. well. shouldâve just said that in the beginning tbh, would have wrecked his shit earlier
⣠â okay but youâre saying this like you didnât enjoy it đđđ you know you did!!
itâs a normal day between yeoreum and airi. the sun had long since settled and the world outside their window was dark with the exception of a few lights, but there were still hours until the next day would arrive. so far the two were preoccupied with their own work, yeoreum balancing her pen on her top lip as she lets out a loud sigh of boredom.
clearing her throat she sits up, resting on her legs as she reaches for her phone, âoh wonât you look at the time!â itâs 8:15. âitâs time for summerâs radio!â her words are accompanied with her usual, energetic grins as she connects her phone to the radio, already jumping to her feet the minute the music begins to play.
ah yes, a roomie favorite (aka yeoreumâs favorite), the 1975.
disregarding the textbooks on her bed she begins her personal concert for her darling airi. her body moves, lightly jumping on the bed, âhey girl, stop pacing âround the room!âÂ
sometimes -- no, scratch that, a lot of the time, airi wonders if ahn yeoreum understands the concept of peace and quiet.
sometimes, she does. sometimes, airi lays out on her mattress and is able to study her school work like sheâs supposed to. the only sounds that her ears pick up are the shifting of cotton and spiritless sighs that come from the opposite side of the room; that was not a problem, that she could ignore easily as her attention focuses on korean idioms and what in the entire fuck are they supposed to mean. ( this is the main reason why her sentences are short; korean is hard language for her to master. )
however, just as there is no such thing as ultimate peace within the world, there is no such thing as ultimate peace within room 304 in ju jak.
the music that spills through the radio crashes through the serene atmosphere, crumbling it into chaos as yeoreum suddenly decides that she is an idol and airi, her hopelessly in love fanatic. the bed squeaks under the other girlâs weight and combined with the music, the singing, her singing, and the way she flails around, it leaves no room for concentration upon korean homework. airiâs forehead droops onto the the textbook with a plunk, raven hair cascading onto the bed and covering how her features twist into annoyance. âreumiiiiiiiiiiii.â her voice leaves muffled against the book, tone low and rough because now was not the time for a damn concert.
âcan you not with this?â the girl raises her voice over the sound of music as she motions a hand in the air to yeoreumâs side of the room. eyes flutter closed, chest rises and falls as she taps into the patient side of her, the side that didnât want to throw a book at the other girlâs face at the moment, âfucking hell, please?â
the wedding was otherworldly; gorgeous, magnificent, and beautiful in every single way. airi was only a guest, yet during the course of the evening she feels as if she were transported into some type of disney fairy tale. the reception that follows is just as lavish, if not more with varying shades of peach, white, and gold, grandiose amounts of flowers and the like within every crevice, and ambient lighting to set the mood for a night to remember.
airi would have appreciated it a lot more if she at least knew who the hell the bride and groom were.
her father says sheâs a cousin of theirs ( which means half-cousin of airiâs; see: stranger ) and that she had to come to this event as a means of family bonding ( translation: i want to show off how iâm suddenly a good father and owning up to my mistakes ). his wife seemed ecstatic at the idea of that, especially because she would finally get to meet this boyfriend of hers that she continually asked her about -- the one that didnât really exist because airi doesnât do love, but came about as a way of shutting the woman up ( or at least that what she thought would happen after she asked her about a boyfriend with a patronizing gaze; she wishes she could have emblazoned the look of bewilderment upon her face on a t-shirt for posterityâs sake, but alas. )
and she is introduced to many people for the first time; they all look at her with fake glee and faker words and she responds just the same, cherry red lips painted on with a coy smile and dull complements before introducing boyfriend ( for the day ) kim jongin, who looks rather dashing all cleaned up and linked upon her arm. airi excuses the two of them after her father leaves them with a girl whoâs plastic levels could rival the amount within park bom, citing that the song that was playing was her and jonginâs absolute favorite and they just needed to dance to it after a drink.
sheâs forgotten what she promised him in return for coming to this type of thing, but sheâs sure sheâs gonna have to work her ass off to with... whatever it was in gratitude.
âyou play the part well, boyfriend,â airi starts in a low tone as they make their way towards the bar, slipping a small hand into a larger one before lacing fingers together. she knew that he would probably be uncomfortable with an act that affectionate, and that could possibly be the reason she did it. maybe. âdidnât know you had it in you.â and it was the truth -- despite his awkward nature, the adults within the vicinity seemed to think well of him. she orders a simple water once they reach the bar, body relaxing from itâs current rigid state before giving her attention to the boy on her side once more. âyou know how to dance... right?â
airi always had a penchant for odd, quirky things.
there was no exact reason or logic that could explain or describe why she was attracted to those type of things -- she just was. they were interesting. what also couldnât be explained was why different types of condoms fell under this category, and why she felt the need to carry said condoms on her person at all times; whether that be in a pocket, inside of a purse, or within the confines of her backpack. the latter was the option of the day, several of them lining against study material and school supplies, rattling slightly within the bag as she strides down the hallways of sunhwa at a leisurely pace. her mind was far from the items within her bag, far from the information retained within the classroom -- no, all airi wanted to do at this point was to become one with the mattress remaining by itâs lonesome in her dorm; to rest her head upon the pillow and surrender herself to unconscious state -- she was tired as hell, and needed a break from school, social life, family life, everything for the next three years, airi thinks. but sheâll take a couple of hours every night as a back up as well.
unfortunately, life never really gives a shit about her plans.
minutes pass and she reaches an intersection, lithe limbs mechanically take a swift left turn to a hallway that was less populated, a detour towards her destination just because. the strings upon dingy, slate-colored converse were always a nuisance, never remaining tied due to wear and tear and a need to be replaced. itâs what trips up her steps, causes her pace to stutter and body lurches as it tries to keep her upright and prevents and embarrassing situation. a sigh passes her lips once airi regains her composure, mumbling something about her stupid fucking shoes as she bends at the hip, body leaning forward to tie the sneaker strings together once more. gravity takes itâs course in the midst of all that moment, causing several packs of plastic to tumble out of the pockets of her backpack and create a mess of rainbow all over the floor, each plop every condom makes reverberating off of the walls of the hall slightly. whoops
eye lids shut once the pile upon granite tile was complete, annoying bubbling underneath her skin because damn, what else could go wrong? the girl can only thank the heavens that this didnât happen in between periods where the number of eyes upon her would have tripled, as well as her embarrassment. bottom is lowered upon the floor as airi starts to pick up the source of annoyance, unzipping the top of her bag so that they would be placed somewhere secure -- until she felt another pair of eyes boring holes past onyx tresses and into her skull, and with a snap of her head she meets the hues of another girl who, if she could guess, has just seen everything that transpired. double whoops.
âyou want one?â the girl asks after a while, tone relaxed as she picks up the rest of the packages and thrusts them within her bag, zipping it up with a quickness after she leaves a couple within her hands. a free hands smooths her uniform off, head shakes off any nerves that tries to creep in her system as she casually walks over to the girl and extends the packages towards her -- peach flavored and glow in the dark, respectively. nice. âgotta have safe sex, after all.â
Jaebum had some kind of submissive trigger when it came to Kwon Airi. The way she grabs and pulls him in or how she locks the door before looking at him. He canât help but smirk once she comes to close proximity, standing directly in front of him.Â
He stands still, for the most part. Her role was â well, arresting. It took just her gaze and a command to have him in cuffs ( though they havenât actually really tried that yet ) . She was rather carefree, the complete opposite of Jaebum. But the way she holds her own, doesnât shrivel, and only gets stronger each level â itâs almost annoying. She entices him while being guileless.Â
But how do you describe Kwon Airi? Enticing doesnât really fit her, by definition. Too dull. Though perhaps fascinating, for the fact that she only says three words at a time. Each syllable causing him to want. After all, he wasnât one to truly say much in case of saying too much. It was absolutely fascinating when said exactly what she needed to say or do what she wanted to do. He keeps eye contact before watching the hem of her shirt expose skin as she pushes him.Â
â Back pocket. â He speaks in a low timbre, sitting on the edge of the bed. â Busy tomorrow? â
Her value was beyond a simple act of relief. It was some kind of dual-ended deal, no contract but no other value that exceeded that of pure company. Companionship, really. And he cherished it, for what it was. Itâs usually just the look she gives him, that makes him feel different. Eyes that are as still as calmed water, waiting to be stirred somehow - with expectation of what would happen further on.
Jaebum lets a hand wander from her thigh up to her waist, hooking a finger in the waistband of her shorts to pull her in. With his other hand, he takes of the hat and lazily places it on top of Airiâs head.
â Iâm going out if you wannaâ tag along. â He tilts his head up as he pulls her in again, both hands behind her. He holds no hesitation when he places an arbitrary kiss on her neck. The setting puts him to some kind of advantage, where heâs naturally placing skin on skin. Swinging at his chances for something bordering risk, as he never truly gets the opportunity.
his question first receives a raise of the eyebrow.
it throws her off somewhat, not really expecting a conversation but itâs not as if she despises the thought of it either -- jaebum was obviously more than just someone to keep her company at night, and itâs actually somewhat endearing that he thinks of her the same ( not that she would say that out loud ); or at least, thatâs what sheâs insinuating from his words.
then again, airi is finding it harder to focus on each syllable that falls from his lips when heâs touching her like this; fingertips searing her skin, legs unabashedly following his silent commands until shins meet the metal frame of her bed. she had always been known for her eye contact; unnerving and almost jarring in the way auburn hues tend to fixate on their target without deviating. this case is no different, even when her expression becomes loose when his hat is placed on her head; instinctive pout pulls into a soft grin, eyes curve slightly as one hand flits upward to fix it in place.
if this were any other time, a comment would have been made on how she looked better in jaebumâs belongings than he did, but thatâs quickly tossed aside the moment a low timbre is registered within her mind. strong arms encircle her waist as she tries to respond to him accordingly, but she swears he takes amusement in making life hard for her;  only a hum of approval leaves her throat once lips make contact with her neck, head lulling to the side opposite of him as a form of silent encouragement. âgoing out where?â eventually comes out in a breathy tone, hands sliding across broad shoulders to loop around his neck. jaebum was a nice guy, of course, but she isnât sure that heâs even remotely aware of how the slightest things he does can have such a major effect on her.
airi doesnât trust her sense of balance at this point, not during this situation, so she takes this time to slip off of her feet and onto his lap, curling slender legs around his waist as she makes herself comfortable upon him. âi donât like...â she starts, pausing to think of the correct korean word, â... stuffy places. you know that.â boring places. business meetings. shit like that. she couldnât stop herself from purring even if she wanted to as she casually moves towards the side of his face, pearly whites teasingly nipping at an earlobe.
Friday, he spends it silently slipping through the halls after his classes. He sits on the edge of his bed in a grey pullover and cheap torn jeans. He remembered taking them from a friend back in Philly. He was attune to them; the aged aesthetic. Ripped just in the best and the worst places, and on his person every time he stepped foot in Philadelphia International Airport (or in the local cafe that he was in just ten minutes ago).
The baseball cap that he holds in his hand doesnât quite make it to his head yet, because heâs distracted by a text message.Â
        [ !!! 19:43 PM - áŽsÉą ÒÊáŽáŽ : áŽÉȘÊÉȘ ] come over, i need you
Clean, cut, straight to the point; it was so damn refreshing. Although their relationship is exactly as you think, itâs also quite the opposite. Perhaps theyâre just the successful example, but either way Jaebum took a second to think about where he last put the box of condoms.
Huh. Jaebum put on his baseball cap and looked around, first heading to his bedside drawers and then remembering he moved them to the bathroom drawer. Given that, it wasnât long before Jaebum had latex in his back pocket and knocked on the door of Ju Jak 304. When the door opens he nods towards the second bed in her room, silently asking if they would be interrupted tonight.
the word of the day is natural.
as in, when someone develops an itch, itâs only natural to find someone or something to scratch it when one canât do it on their own, right?
so it only makes sense to contact someone who was more than qualified for the job, and it only makes sense that nam jaebum was swiftly contacted after a brief look through her contacts and an assurance that her roommate wouldnât be back for the night at the least. not only was he one of the most attractive men within the school, if not within the top five, but also his resume was more than a flat âgoodâ when it came to her needs -- he was overqualified. he provided the sweetest kind of release while keeping their relationship natural, playful even; none of the usual oddities or problems that evolve within casual liaisons were found between the two. airi could consider this the main reason why she keeps coming back for more -- although one night stands were common, a second time was a maybe, three was a rarity; regular meet ups are few and fare between.
slender fingers run through short, raven tresses as her phone lands upon the end table with a plunk, not even bothering to wait for a response. if she knew jaebum well enough, heâd show up without a need for a confirmation. instead, airi focuses her energy upon making the room look more respectable than it does at this moment -- pushing random articles of clothing underneath the bed, placing old items in the trash like she should have done eons ago. clean up duty is cut short when she picks up soft raps at the door, and she gives herself a quick smooth down of her plain top and boy shorts before opening the door, peering up at his face with round eyes. his inaudible notion is understood, acknowledged with her own silent but knowing simper and digits curling into his hoodie, drawing him inside the room. a faint âsheâs not here,â is heard during the exchange before the girl scans the hallway, making note of how absent it was just in case before closing the door to face jaebum. âand she wonât be back for the rest of the night.â
she stills; giving him a brief up and down and a simple, âyou look nice,â before advancing, body language showing off composure and self-control, although dark eyes show something much different by the time airi is right in front of him. his scent is alluring, quickly permeates her senses and the girl slightly hates him for it, for what it does to her; rebellion comes in the form of a hand pushing against his chest, forcing him onto the bed as she gives him another question in short form -- âcondom?â
airi never really gave much attention to whispers outlining school hallways, to names and subtle glances followed by he said she said and snickers.
but at least she knew that she wasnât known or considered to be a creepy girl by most people. ( most being the keyword here, if you didnât catch that. )
with every rule comes exceptions, and the young girl just so happens to spot hers within the sea full of students heading to lunch. bang sungjoon.
speaking on a purely physical level, there wasnât a trait or distinction about the boy that would cause him to stand out from a crowd. sure, he was tall; of course he was rather attractive -- but those are descriptions that could apply to several other boys his age, if not a ( somewhat ) good number of those located within sunhwa. that didnât mean much to airi; that wasnât what causes mahogany hues to latch on to him specifically within a crowd. one could easily say it was his personality and that could be somewhat plausible, if it werenât for the fact that girl hasnât even said two words to the guy -- or has even been within three feet of his presence ( and didnât want to do that any time soon. ) that would only serve to ruin the magic of it all. ( irony . . . right? )
in actuality, airi couldnât exactly pinpoint what about sungjoon was so interesting to her -- yes, he was eccentric, rather odd, but there was something more than that as well. itâs what causes what started out as a simple glance to end up something akin to a hobby of sorts.Â
an ever-so-slightly disturbing hobby, but a hobby nonetheless.
books and study material quake from side to side while caged within a lithe arm, the other limb busy fiddling with the cloth attached to the zipper of her backpack, struggling to open it while her vision was fixated upon the boy several feet ahead of her. both were among the mass of students slowly advancing towards the cafeteria, which allowed the girl to be somewhat camouflaged. if he were to feel her shoulder blades, at least he could ( maybe ) reason that she was only looking towards the room instead of straight at him. it wouldnât be the first time heâs caught her in the act -- or the second, third, or fourth. but sungjoon hasnât really said anything to make her stop, or turn her attention to someone else, so technically speaking from a psychological point of view, heâs encouraging the behavior.
airi isnât at fault for granting a personâs cognitive wishes, right? if you could really call it that.
ă â sms » cute twinăâ youâre fine just the way you are. girls like cute.ă â sms » cute twinăâ adorable boys get hugs and pets and all that stuff. much more physical contact than assholes or other boys would get.ă â sms » cute twin ăâ so come on, letâs get dinner off campus. my treat. â„
