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[rmdanbi-blog]

things that aren’t surprising at an alpha party: beer pong, shirtless alphas, jang danbi. 

that is to say, danbi always gets invited. that is to say, danbi—regardless of her opinions of the testosterone infested legacy—always comes.

can she be blamed? when everything else on campus is so goddamn boring? 

certainly not. 

so, here she is. dateless (her first, second, and even third choices are “busy”). well on the way to drunk. and blockingthe last few guys that’ve sent her 19+ snaps in the last hour. alpha, predictable as always—given the way they stylized the shots—unimaginative too.

though perhaps danbi is expecting too much to be critical of less than stellar genitalia shots, perhaps it really is just the female population that likes to be a bit more artistic about it.

still, it wasn’t as if she was going to send any back anytime soon—at least not after a few more shots.

“hi.” the greeting returned is one noticeably uninterested, attention temporarily seized by the suspicious bowl of crackers laid before her. ���well,” her eyes flick over to the girl beside her momentarily, drinking in round cheeks and a smaller stature. “it’s better to have something to focus on instead of the many alphas that’ll inevitably walk by with a pick-up line.”

danbi grins, flicking the bowl over without much of a care.

“though you’re right—if it’s in this house, it’d either be expired or laced.”

and i’m not nearly drunk enough for the latter.

we like 2 party

@rmdanbi

alpha throws the best parties: lots of alcohol. the music’s not bad. the dorm is, surprisingly, a vague semblance of not unlivable. the girls are cute.

alpha throws the worst parties: boys. most of the snacks are on the edge of stale and taste like shit. it’s alpha. lotus is still better.

katie is bored: she’s making lists about the pros and cons of this alpha party instead of actually doing something. anything.

she’s maybe the sanest ( read: least drunk ) person around. it doesn’t say much, because she’s halfway past buzzed and her mind takes a half-second to catch up to her vision, but it’s still something. the song is something pop and breezy, but it doesn’t stop some of the party-goers from grinding on each other anyway. it’s the alpha way, maybe, but it’s not the sort of party she’s interested in.

she’s contemplating just leaving the party when she sees her. jang danbi, year three, hot as hell with a matching personality. she doesn’t remember how they’d met, probably one of these terrible parties, but she quite likes the older girl. it’s the sort of self-assuredness she has, confident and straight-forward and just a little cocky. 

“hey,” she says, smiling when she gets the older girl’s attention. katie nods towards the plate of questionable crackers, shaking her head. “pretty sure those are from 2015.”

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if she’s honest, she’s barely paying attention. doll eyes fixated on her reflection across the screen of her laptop, jang danbi had better things to focus on. say, the fact that the left side of her hair was a couple cm longer than the right—what the fuck is up with that? her lips purse into a frown, nose crinkling slightly whilst her fingers run restlessly through dyed locks; contemplating the possibility of leaving early for a walk-in at her usual salon.

better that then submitting her ears to the drone of this professor.

though the nudge to her side draws her attention easily, leaving the hellion momentarily perplexed by the sudden appearance of the girl (given, danbi had been so deeply immersed in herself she hadn’t noticed the other), pristinely plucked brow arched in response. 

“uh?” 

but, she’ll be nice. seeing as she looked as pained as danbi’s (boredom) felt.

“yeah,” she nudges the glass bottle toward her seat mate; filled to the brim with fruit. “help yourself.”

meddlers

♁ with @rmdanbi​

The coffee was hot, however she was too tired to notice or care about the fact that the sleeveless cup was burning the skin of her hands. Dahae’s eyes were glazed with exhaustion, her steps dragging but she tried to walk as fast as she could since the class would start any minute now. She took a quick gulp from the cup, the hot liquid immediately burning her tongue and she had to muster the strength to not spill it everywhere. 

You are such an idiot, she immediately thought and tried to sit herself anywhere in the lecture room. The burning sensation was still in her mouth and it was way too intense for her to just ignore.

She lightly elbowed the girl that was sitting next to her and murmured, “Hey, do you happen to have some water?”

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rmyujin‌:

“hey -”

a hand comes up to lightly swat danbi’s hand away from her face before she continues typing, nearly knocking her own glasses off in the process. her distraction is simultaneously welcome and unwelcome - maybe, yujin is a little scatterbrained right now.

but it isn’t enough for the implication behind danbi’s words to go unnoticed.

despite knowing that danbi’s just picking a useless fight, her lips form a small scowl and she almost resembles a defeated puppy. “don’t be rude.” she mutters, eager to avoid this topic as much as possible, knowing that the blame totally lies on her inability to simply own up to it and properly confess. even her therapist can only help her so much with this.

truth be told, yujin isn’t as headstrong and confident as she makes herself out to be, at least, not in this kind of case.

a case of a confusing, slightly frustrating relationship that also isn’t a relationship.

it’s complicated.

it is a miracle that danbi has hung around for so long. dedicated her time and soul and heart into a seemingly hopeless future. not that she was unaware of yujin’s feelings, or the fact that she returned them—no, they are simply stuck on account of the other’s cowardice. on her inability to admit it. to the public. to her. to herself.

and danbi—danbi is just as stubborn to wait like this.

“i’m rude, yeah, okay. didn’t you make that alpha initiate almost cry or something?” her eyes roll, hands resting on her chest once more. it isn’t out of the ordinary for yujin to deflect. if not for the fact that it would save them both a nasty fight with singed ends and bittersweet sequels. rinse and repeat. 

question is, how adamant was she on ruining their first week back?

"i’m going to a party this friday.” the hellion announces casually, fingers tracing over the curved edge of her phone. “you wanna come with?” as a date. by now, danbi figures she didn’t need to clarify the rest. just as sure as she is that yujin’s answer wouldn’t be the one she’s hoping for.

“or should i just ask someone else?”

come over.

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feet pressed flat against lilac walls, danbi is perhaps in her most relaxed state like this. phone in hand, attention fixated on three interchangeable social media apps, the smell of kim yujin lingers in the air, palliative to what would otherwise be an absolute disaster.

that is, the fact that studying was the last thing the hellion assumed they’d do when she was invited over. yet she sits, stubbornly fixed on her phone while yujin wastes away on a report or paper or whatever the fuck.

so romantic.

"it’s literally the first day back and i’m already suffering in here watching you do your homework.” the hellion huffs, words spoken with the slightest hint of a whine and edged with considerable vexation. she reaches over casually to the girl laid beside her, finger pressing into the knot between her brows. “you’re a scam, kim yujin.”

of course, her words had deeper connotations. subtle (though most times not so) implications to the utter mess yujin has made of their relationship. of her.

was it not a scam more than anything to be stuck like this? in relationship limbo?

“some date.” her lips twist, near crude. and here, danbi knows this very well, here she’ll pick a fight just combat the boredom. 

“oh, i’m sorry. i forgot. you don’t like that word.”

come over.

with @rmdanbi.

pen spinning between her fingers, yujin lies stomach-down on her bed with a clearly disgruntled expression. in front of her is one of her few textbooks and her laptop, the single sentence on the word document - which is the title of the assignment - mocking her. the music playing from the speakers only does so much to put her in a good mood.

danbi’s presence on her bed ( she tries not to get distracted by that ) is really the only thing keeping her from muttering a stream of expletives under her breath and tossing the textbook out of the window.

plus, textbooks are expensive.

“it’s literally the first day back and i already have assignments to do,” she grumbles under her breath, turning the page a little too aggressively. at this rate, she’ll start tearing out the pages instead of turning them. she adjusts the reading glasses on her nose when they start sliding down for the umpteenth time in the past half an hour, shifting a little to type.

“university is a fucking scam.”

[rmdanbi-blog]

AND EVIL TAKES A HUMAN FORM IN JANG DANBI. DON'T BE FOOLED, BECAUSE SHE MAY SEEM LIKE YOUR TYPICAL SELFISH, BACK-STABBING, SLUT-FACED HO-BAG. BUT IN REALITY, SHE IS SO MUCH MORE THAN THAT. 

                                                                          ....LMAO.

i’m kidding! day here and oof i am SO happy about this revamp guys, even happier to reintroduce danbi to everyone—especially all new members (: so feast your eyes! the prettiest girl in school (in her opinion), beauty pageant queen (actual facts though), insta baddie (certified ✓), and general hot mess (beneath it all) has arrived!! super confident (and vain), danbi is a former lotus sister who dropped out in her second year because well, Differences™. still she’s content in hellion rn so no complaints there! 

a few things to note: super bad temper, super vain, super bitchy most days, 10/10 if you sent her a dickpic she saved it to embarrass you later. but is she FUN??? the answer is yes!!! so plot.... please.....

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[rmdanbi-blog]

flicker

she doesn’t notice till it’s too late. perhaps a little bit too drunk to process whatever it was that came out of the demon woman of osprey’s mouth. jang danbi lays unaware and properly cuddled into her bed, perhaps dreaming of better places to stay for summer like venice or something actually worthy. mutant fish or not-so-mutant fish. or whatever?

last thing on her mind.

so, imagine her surprise when she feels it. the first slice of cold metal against skin. a paper-thin cut, beadings of blood oozing from pale skin. her body reacts instinctively, molecules vibrating to the point of intangibility. at least, her left leg is. and danbi, stirring with the slightest of pull of gravity, wakes to a beast in her bed and her shin phased through the thin mattress.

then, a scream.

it’s hard to pinpoint the correct adjective to better describe the many emotions coursing through the hellion’s veins. fear? disgust? bewilderment? fucked? yes, fucked. this is so fucked. danbi is barely breathing when she pushes herself out of bed, stumbling onto the floor (nearly trips when her foot sinks through the floorboards) and pressing her body against the nearest wall.

fuck. what the fuck?

her eyes land on the hissing(?) fish(?) once more.

what the fuck?

what is this?

"fuck, fuck, fuck.” her eyes shift toward the nearest human(?) lump still in bed momentarily, grabbing the nearest thing (someone’s boot) to knock against the wooden bed-frame. “wake up,” danbi hisses between hits against wood, flinching when the creature starts to move. “wake up, wake up—wake the fuck up!”

the boot slips then, landing on the figure’s body—and danbi manages another pitched scream when the fish lunges.

fuck!

— @rmyejun​

[rmdanbi-blog]

rmsungmin‌:

some part of him deep down recognizes her manipulation, understands that she’s effectively bullying him into submission and grooming him into a perfect little henchman. the conscious part of sungmin’s mind doesn’t see though though. he sees his old friend, a girl he’s known since before the baby fat melted from their cheeks and they grew into the confident you adults they are now. he’d do anything for her then, and he’d do anything for her now. because that’s what friends do.

even though she’s so mean to him sometimes.

“oh come on,” he groans at her comment, rolling his eyes and pretending he doesn’t enjoy the feeling of someone playing with his hair if only for a moment. “i go to the gym almost every day, thanks to you. it’s not like running your errands is the difference between a summer body and literal hibernation.”

sungmin huffs, more stubborn than actually annoyed with her. “i am not thanking you.”

he must have a deathwish; he reaches for one of the nuggets he just brought her.

it is undoubtedly in her nature to be cruel, some sort of wicked or vile, as were the downfalls of someone so pretty—jang danbi’s insides can never quite match up to her appearances. that said, her childhood friend definitely falls on the a thin line of mercy. somewhere crossed with affection and otherwise unhealthy possession. she owns him, doesn’t she?

“yeah, and you’re doing it for your own good — so you’re welcome.” her eyes roll, waving a hand dismissively. “yeah okay, like a little more physical exercise is going to do you so bad.” 

her lips twitch at however mild of indignation in his tone. as always, sungmin is the best to tease. “why not? you’re not thankful for me? you should be.”

danbi doesn’t hesitate to reach out, pinching the back of his hand lightly. “hey.” the tone she takes up is half whiny, half stern--eyes narrowed slightly. “these are mine.”

good boy.

[rmdanbi-blog]

%%

Send “%” for a CURIOUS text.

( sms: possibly a furry ) so( sms: possibly a furry ) tell me where in the handbook does it say sending girls cat pics will make them feel better( sms: possibly a furry ) fair though( sms: possibly a furry ) i was upset i broke a nail but now you just got me weirded out about the cat pic collection you got going on there

Send “%” for a CURIOUS text.

( sms: possibly a furry ) are we… the same height lmao

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⁇ ✉ ✘ ø

Send “⁇” for a DRUNK text.

( sms: really not that hot ) fffs ok dick u wanan smash or no

Send “✉” for a text that WASN’T SENT. 

( sms: really not that hot ) ok so tell me why *i* wasn’t enough for you

Send “✘” for a HATEFUL text.

( sms: really not that hot ) yea ok whatever i dc                                *5 MINUTES LATER*( sms: really not that hot ) i just find it funny how you can blow me off because you’re always “busy” but still find time to circle jerk with your friends( sms: really not that hot ) you do know you’re like not even that cute right

Send “ø” for a LATE NIGHT text.

( sms: really not that hot ) send me nudes so i know you got home safe!

[rmdanbi-blog]

( * she is ALREADY DRUNK by the time the moon was high in the sky, legs stumbling (flickering in and out of tangibility) over bodies and sticks and whatever the fuck it was in the wilderness that made it smell like wet dog. by now, her group has scattered to do their own thing. yujin nowhere to be found. jiwon off sulking perhaps. and every other alpha boy seemed suspiciously cuter than she remembered. 

in other words? time to call it a night. 

of course, things never go as planned. being pretty didn’t mean she got exactly what she wanted. didn’t mean jang danbi was capable of controlling (far beyond what she already does) the thoughts and emotions and actions of another. it didn’t mean that she got to play god.

which, precisely so, is why her ex of high school’s sweet something strolls into her cabin when she’s got her shirt over her head, pulled off to expose skin to the damp cabin air. ugh. ) “ugh.” ( * her eyes narrow, painted lips downturned as she reaches for her shirt. voice edged with distaste and a hint of something else (exasperation, desperation?), slightly slurred. ) 

“are you stalking me or something?” 

one of these nights

@rmdanbi

( ‘ / for something that’s supposed to be RELAXING he can’t help feel a spark of disdain at the mess university students manage to make of themselves. it’s to be expected, gumi isn’t gumi for no reason ㅡ but after having to step over the 3rd passed out body of the night, he finds himself crinkling his nose, drink shaking as he slams it onto a table. ) jesus, don’t latch onto my ankle. ( ‘ / gone is the original thought that maybe he had drank too much, when he’s struggling to find someone on their two feet too. )

( ‘ / of course, being only mildly less wasted doesn’t stop him from stumbling into a room, dark and occupied by one other awake person that isn’t him. suddenly, he wishes he had downed the contents of the left behind glass. ) oh, you. ( ‘ / his voice is slightly slurred, throat dry. between him and jang danbi, he’s unsure of whether this chance meeting is good or not and it really fucking sucks, he realises belatedly, because even in the dimly lit purple of the room, she looks like that. ) danbi ㅡ ( ‘ / a hiccup. )  ㅡ jang danbi.

[rmdanbi-blog]

Send “✆” for a MORNING text. Send “✉” for a text that WASN’T SENT. Send “☎” for a RUSHED text. Send “⁇” for a DRUNK text. Send “✿” for a SUGGESTIVE text. Send “ø” for a LATE NIGHT text. Send “✘” for a HATEFUL text. Send “#” for a RANDOM text. Send “@” for a SCARED text. Send “&” for a LOVING text. Send “%” for a CURIOUS text. Send “ツ” for an EXCITED text. Send “$” for an ACCIDENTAL text. Send “♀” for a HEARTBREAKING text.

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rmyujin‌:

( sms — wifey ) then im proud of u ( sms — wifey ) sHUT ( sms — wifey ) just wait the oldies are def gonna stir some shit up later on ( sms — wifey ) but that sounds fun ( sms — wifey ) there’s an alpha in my cabin so i’m trying to figure out how to make this trip hell for him :))

( sms: bae ) yaaaaa U BETTER ( sms: bae ) 😊 ( sms: bae ) that’s what i thought... ( sms: bae ) probably... you’ll come help me if i need it right? even if we’re in diff cabins ~ ( sms: bae ) ooh alpha ( sms: bae ) who? ( sms: bae ) are they hot?

[rmdanbi-blog]

she is, by all means, very demanding. such a thing is the aftermath of being impossibly spoiled. being praised to the stars. a child of beauty that would make churn the goddesses in envy. a woman of chaos that has the god of war hesitating. someone like jang danbi, disaster prettily packaged in sweet tones and a charming smile. someone made to rule.

which makes him what?

moon sungmin. the lackey. the pet. behind closed doors in the innermost depths of her heart, maybe, even, her oldest friend. of course, he didn’t need to know that. no good would come out of stroking any boy’s ego, much less an alpha’s.

instead, danbi fixates on bending him to her will--like usual.

“mm,” the hellion hums in response, lifting a dainty hand to rest on a head of soft locks, rubbing absently in “praise”. “you actually need the exercise...” danbi drawls, hand slipping off his head while attentive eyes sweep over his build. not out of necessity (or any lick of seriousness) but only for the sake of well--screwing with him.

“so i think you should be thanking me instead, yeah?”

good boy.

@rmdanbi

she has her own special ringtone in his phone. it’s been that way for years, transferred over from every device he’s owned that had customizable options for contacts. and hers brings him both the contented joy of the greeting of an old friend and a twist in his gut of just what could she want from him now? don’t get him wrong, sungmin loves the girl like he would a sister, but she’s just so bossy sometimes that it becomes grating on his nerves.

but when she asked him to bring her chicken nuggets, he just couldn’t say no. and maybe he got a happy meal himself while he was out; what danbi doesn’t know won’t kill her.

“you realize this is super inconvenient for me, right?” sungmin huffs as he drops the paper bag in front of her, though his irritation is minimal at most. what are old friends for if not inconvenient mcdonalds runs? “you don’t even look that busy. why couldn’t you do it yourself?” he whines as he plops himself down in a seat near her, a huffy sort of pout on his face.

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rmyujin‌:

( sms — wifey ) wait wHAT ( sms — wifey ) im so sorry,,

( sms: bae ) lmaoooo  ( sms: bae ) i don’t mean mine ( sms: bae ) but yk, for me to do that i actually have to BE in a relationship hmm 👀 ( sms: bae ) anyway this island is so boring i’ve started psychoanalyzing the relationships of our initiates and dumping the ones without any hot friends for their own good ( sms: bae ) wyd ):

[rmdanbi-blog]

( sms: bae ) ): ( sms: bae ) i just ended a 9 month rls 

@rmyujin

[rmdanbi-blog]

me: k narrator: it was not k

[rmdanbi-blog]

HENLO. this is danbi aka prettiest girl u’ve ever seen u don’t have to admit it she already knows it. have you ever met a girl so vain? anyway to keep things short and sweet, here is your resident beauty queen (oof actually won pageant look it up), local insta baddie, confidence lvl 1000 and won’t hesitate to call you out if she gotta!!! danbi USED to be in lotus but dropped out bc she’s too Chaotic Hot™ for them to handle and now she’s sitting pretty in hellion (in her opinion the only pretty thing) (’: in gen, i know she may look pretty but she’s got a mouth and a flippancy with your heart and sort of a blunt persona! fun fact: has dickpics of half of alpha in her dms big rip

anyway i’m keeping this short bc work but lmk if you wanna plot!!!!! 

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