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worth it ,,

the premise had been a running joke of goldilocks & the three bears, courtesy of the jaeger captain, it was wholly a joke that the dragoness decided to run with--if only for the simplicity of the costume itself. really, all it took was a headband. something that was, in reality, more effort than their captain even bothered to offer--considering the fact that there was going to be no appearance on their behalf.

she’s enough to “rep” for them, apparently.

nonetheless, seulgi had to give credit where credit’s due & if there’s anything alpha knows, it’s how to throw a fair party. had she been the type to party, this would be the type she’s attend--not that alpha would openly embrace any jaeger here. if anything, she, and the rest of the legacy, was entering the lion’s den.

but what was with this weak spiked punch?

“where can someone get a real drink around here?”

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(txt) dis life alert? I fell and cant gert upd...off dis dick!

{ ✉ } ...{ ✉ } turn on your location.

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“if it happened, i’m counting it.”

      a roll of her eyes, extending her hand palm up before him.

“gimme.”

“ — i haven’t once brought you soda cans … “

     a pause followed by a light frown.

“ okay maybe once as a kid, but that doesn’t count ! “

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“whatever can it be? once again, i do not take empty soda cans or other recyclables, sik.” 

“ — yah, seul ! i got you something “

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< * the voice that disturbs her light slumber is a tinny one--almost shrill & plucking on the strings of annoyance--prompting displeasure that spills across sharp features while her eyes flutter but remain shut. > you must be new. < * the dragoness drawls, a taunting laugh rumbling from the depths of her throat as she shifts on the branch, hands laced on her stomach. > you should stop while you’re ahead and leave. < * she’s feeling generous, at least, to give some type of warning beforehand. >

Falling Out | JB & KSG

What brings you here … (’ taps finger impatiently against bark) you know … (’ twitches slightly, still maintaining a calm demeanor ) in my tree?”

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unimpressed, the dragoness simply stares on—systematically taking in every bit of detail lu han had to offer her, from his expressions to the denim he adorned. naturally, the novelty is quick to wear off like the surprise fading from her gaze, sharp jade orbs locking onto his. “i never said you couldn’t—personally, i’m more so just surprised to see you here on a friday night, you know, you’re usually extra busy with your sexual dominance of males toward the end of the week.” the slender blonde lifts a shoulder in response, picking up where the older had left off with the lackadaisical in which he took.

there was no need for formalities on both ends—given the fact that he was older but she was, officially, superior; even then, the two (or rather, most of jaeger) had found a good medium between formal and informal—mostly by just not giving a fuck.

nevertheless, seulgi makes her way down the stairs slowly, twirling the plastic spoon in the air as she listens, ears keen, to faint words reverberating off wooden walls; an amused noise slipping free. “i hope you didn’t happen to store a pint of mint chocolate in there.” the co-captain didn’t even have to say it once she steps into the kitchen, resting her weight against the door still as her head tilts, letting her body language speak instead.

it’s obvious he wasn’t getting it back even if it was.

you (&) tequila ,,

            Dark eyes, the rich color of roasted hazelnuts, dart back and forth in feigned innocence before he plasters on a mockery of an obsequious smile, looking back to Seulgi at the top of the stairs with a sustained shrug. ❝ Can’t I visit my own legacy house once in a while? ❞ Ease of speech results solely from the fact that he’s known her since her first day on school grounds and that he remains her elder by a good span of years. Though Lu Han, like many of his legacy, sidesteps campus politics and rivalries with insouciance, he nurses a healthy loyalty to those within his house and, coupled with his slow temper and penchant for getting along with any who bore no ill will towards him, has few reasons to warrant disapproval from others.

            Unhurried steps take him further down the hall towards the kitchen, bare wood-paneled floors creaking softly beneath his unfamiliar weight. ❝ The fridge in my apartment’s blown out, ❞ he explains, voice echoing back over the lengthened distance. ❝ I’m using the one here until it gets fixed. ❞

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she was done feeling sorry for wonsik.

now, throughout her entire lifetime, seulgi had only  really felt sorry for her “brother” once. namely months after her initial adoption, after the death of the real youngest of the kim family—her “birthday”. she remembers that day well—because young kim wonsik approaches her later that night with tears in his eyes and anger leaking from every vowel, tongue thick with emotion as he speaks in hushed tones of frustration.

‘you are not my sister.’

perhaps when she was younger—more delicate of a petal than she’d ever will be again—guilt was easy to surface, to swell up unwillingly when bright eyes spotted scowling features from afar while she sat within her mother’s lap. but a young orphan who craved a family knew nothing of right & wrong, seulgi learns to accept this more and more as she grows—evolves into the dragoness she is now. into the kind of woman that would gladly return the emotions pushed upon her.

she was no longer young enough to be heartbroken over the fact that she was only picked up to be a replacement.

whether wonsik had ever seen it from anyone’s point of view other than his own or not hadn’t mattered anymore.

“what were you doing then? leering?” she wastes no time to reply, already moving to work on the next plate as her line of vision returns to the ceramic kitchenware, unable to help the snort that slips at his words. “why do you want her to live the last few decades of her life in agony so bad?” the jaeger lifts her eyes to look at him, annoyance tainting sharp features. “if you want to tell her then tell her – i’m not going to be the one to break her heart.”

sweet pompeii ,,

he hated her — he truly did, and there was a reason as to why his attitude remained so bitter toward her after all these years. it was because he had barely been able to stand at the plaque on the wall surrounded by others, and grief for the death of his true sister because another little girl was ushered through the front door and his was threatened through sweet whispers from a father who only thought about the woman he loved. he had swallowed the bitter taste that remained in his mouth, and had attempted to stomach the new life he was being forced into — therefore, his concept of hatred, was backed up by a decade worth of pain that only seemed to be reflecting on him.

he had spent dinner in silence, his gaze focused on the chopsticks that absently tapped against the side of his rice bowl as his chin rested upon his palm as his elbow rested upon the edge of the table. he remained deaf to the little family conversation that was shared, and when he was spoken to, he barely glanced upon before he shifted where he sat to show that he was at least listening. sometimes he wondered if the other two even realized what kind of position he had been forced into — he wondered what kind of things were shared between the man he called his father, and the little girl that had been adopted by only that man’s judgment — the thought always left him frowning as he bit his tongue. 

he was the first to leave the table, offering to help his mother from her chair before she was ushered away with his father, leaving him to help clear up and take the dishes into the kitchen, where he knew he would come face to face with the little girl with the green eyes that made his blood boil.

“i wasn’t glaring,” he commented back as he reached out to take the plate that was being shoved toward him, “i was simply wondering when you were going to admit that you’re a fake.” his words were bitter and forced as he rubbed the tea towel against the wet surface of the plate before shuffling off to place it back in the cupboard, “but i’m left disappointed every weekend …”

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sweet pompeii ,,

weekends are naturally spent at home—that much has beensomething the dragoness had long grown accustomed to after years spent at the university. all in all, they had chosen this particular university for its closeness to their home more than anything; the monster program had only been a bit of a bonus. not that the likes of seulgi or her “brother” would ever inform their mother—their blissfully oblivious & sweet as lilies mother—of the violently nasty truth.

fabricated stories and reasons for broken arms and more had been told over the span of years—all to ease the furrowing of her mother’s soft brows & the delicate frown which played on thin lips—she would do that and more to put her at ease.

not that seulgi ever had a problem with lying.

wonsik made sure to remind her of that.

nonetheless, even he knows better than to slip the truth after over a decade of keeping up with pretenses, of dealing with being sat next to an imposter and posing for family photos—exchanging gifts, stomaching dinner. alas, the act would be that much more believable had she not known from day one that her “brother” hated her.

& yet, for the sake of their mother.

they live on like this.

wretchedly.

“are you just going to glare at me all night? here, dry this.” the younger woman speaks, voice firm & eyes flashing an icy hue of green before shoving the plate in her hand onto the taller male beside her.

following tradition—weekend dinners easily shifted into partnered dishwashing, much to both of their distaste.

“hurry up, i have to brush umma’s hair before she sleeps.”

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you (&) tequila ,,

as it was, the jaeger house is almost always deserted--home of a numbered few who’d more so live among provided dormitories and the works than the legacy’s house itself. now, whether that had been personal preference or the work of a hypnotic dragoness on the search for more storage space--is still up in the air. even so, seulgi is among the few that actually lives within its doors--sub-par living room lighting and all.

she rather enjoyed the silence though.

bare soles padding across mahogany, the slender woman takes her time traversing through the vacated house, a pint of mint gelato in grasp as a quiet & contented hum follows her through the hall and down the stairs. there could be better things to do on a friday night, seulgi supposes, but as of late her interest laid in spending time alone more than anything.

should probably chalk that up to pre-season laziness. 

but what a surprise it was to find another pair of eyes staring back at her at the end of the stairs.

“what are you doing here?”

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msg >> im glad to know i'm gonna be a thorn in your scaly ass for a while << msg >> save it for the games ... << msg >> i'm not going to be the one responsible for breaking her heart, considering i've done more than i thought i could to make sure it stayed intact ...

{ ✉ } i didn’t know you wanted to be so intimate with me, metal man{ ✉ } ah yes, another chance to see how crippling defeat will destroy the alpha ego. i simply cannot wait{ ✉ } then shut your mouth about it and let her live her years in oblivious bliss; it’s that simple

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msg >> again ? last time we fought, you had to time out cause your scaly fat ass couldn't fit in the house. that's an automatic win to me << msg >> technically she asked where you were, and i was half tempted to tell her that 'you' are technically dead

{ ✉ } you know i bought a small potted cactus the other day & named it after you because you’re a fucking little prick{ ✉ } go ahead — since ‘i’m’ technically dead, then i don’t have to be the one worrying over her heartbreak will i

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msg >> nothing i suppose, like you're meant to mean nothing << msg >> would've thought you'd gathered that meaning without asking me for something else :/

{ ✉ } funny, considering umma called you to ask about me -- that’s just funny{ ✉ } you trying to pick a fight here?{ ✉ } again?

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msg >> don't forget you've got to call umma ... << msg >> told her you were busy when she called me, so gotta go do it yourself now << msg >> not that it matters

{ ✉ } alright, i will{ ✉ } what is ‘not that it matters’ supposed to mean, huh?

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calling all jaegers!

so i was thinking of making a sideblog for ooc so we can discuss....jaegerly matters like maybe a neatchat (since i think a 5-7 person group para would take too long) where they have a meeting and introduce the two (?) first years to the rest of the group officially & what not... i think that would be kinda cool idk.... ends lamely and cries

tell me what you think!

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hi guys ~ your jaeger co-captain is here & ready to rp!! i’m bad with intros so i’ll cut this short -- but i’m really eager to write with seulgi if anyone’s interested in starting something small right now! or just like this to plot also, i guess!!

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Sometimes I’m terrified of my heart; of its constant hunger for whatever it is it wants. The way it stops and starts.

Poe