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     Mind your own business, Sol. The raven forced himself to focus on the book open in front of him, but he was evidently distracted. Then again, how could he not? With the notebook under the hand of the individual seated next to him burning, Hansol couldn’t help but shift slightly at the discomfort of the heat flickering so close to his skin. 

     “Hey. Hey you,” unable to hide his uneasiness any longer, Hansol gently nudged the girl with his elbow. “I don’t mean to be rude, but I don’t think burning the place down would really solve any problems you may have.”

everyone knew kali and her power had a difficult relationship, mostly with the fact that it was never her that could use it and only ember. so the fact that her notebook under her hand right now was slowly starting to catch flames without her notice, it was a.. curiosity. but kali was distracted. tired, and distracted. she hadn’t been able to hear ember since the situation with sonho, the other girl hadn’t taken back over anyway but kali was lucky enough to have avoided confrontation during that period– but as angry as she was at her, she was worried. it was leading to sleepless nights really. but right now she was distracted again thinking about what had happened, and it still upset her, so it wasn’t a surprise that her eyes were red and puffy from a previous break down even if she was trying to hide it. but what she really needed to notice right now– was the paper burning up. it just didn’t help when the flames wouldn’t burn her.

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@imphyeju

“rise and fucking shine, motherfucker.”

     How he had passed out in what he believed was a blink of an eye on the bench was beyond Hansol’s comprehension. His visions had been flooding his mind more frequently of late, and on the nights he was lucky, he would only be able to sneak a little more than a couple of hours of rest before another vision or his alarm woke him again. Therefore, to be woken in such a brusque manner was something that was not appreciated by the raven. 

     “There’s nothing to fucking shine about,” he snapped, groaning as he shielded his eyes from the sunlight assaulting his vision. “For fuck’s sake, what? Is the school burning down or something? If it is, then yay, good! Now let me sleep in peace!”

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@impsanghee

(...) Knowing that saying of always having to get up even when you’ve been hit harder came to her mind as she had spoken to the other. “A pendulum…” She mumbled a little to herself.

Hansol feels the corners of his lips twitch slightly as he turned to face the other fully now. “An optimist,” he remarked. The exact opposite of what he was. Accepting things the way they were was how he lived his life, and although he was never one to think positively often, it was certainly nice to have a breath of fresh air. 

“Shin Hansol,” he introduced himself, extending a hand to the unknown lady. “Pleasure to make your acquaintance.”

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ooc; ok i s2g i was about to get to my replies but then SM decided to drop EXO’s mv and now I can’t concentrate on anything so;;; i’M REALLY SORRY I SUCK but I will get to it later when my high gets down sfkjdhjhg--

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@impsanghee

(...) “Will it?” She asked simply. “I guess it could, but depending on whether the outcome becomes good or bad, don’t you think? I don’t know…” She lowered her gaze. “Not much has fallen into place all that well for me in a positive light.”

”What goes up, must come down,” he muses softly to himself. Hansol isn’t even sure why he’s continuing with this discussion- it was uncharacteristic of him to do so, yet there was a pull that made him want to continue this conversation. 

“Right or wrong, it’s never mattered to the fates.” There is a slight helpless tint to his tone. “All they care, is that we fall.”

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@impjaesung

"just make sure you've eaten."

     Perhaps it was due to his messed up childhood, but Jaesung had never been good with expressing his emotions. And Hansol was alright with that- after all, with all those years they have been together, he’s gotten used to all the little nuances to the point that he knew even what a tick of a muscle meant. 

     Therefore, the bold clear statement came most unexpectedly, causing the raven to look up from his work, blinking twice before letting a rare, sincere smile curve his lips. “Sung-ah, I should be saying that to you.” Setting his pen down for the first time, he gives Jaesung his full attention, looking him from head to toe. “You’ve lost weight, again. Don’t forget to eat something with all the drinking you do, you dumb ass.”

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@imphyori

“I can’t” she asked incredulously as she looked up and down the hall, seeing there was no one other than them two and no other possible reasoning as to why this was so. She adjusted the straps of her back pack and rocked slightly back and forth on her heels. “Why?” she proceeded to ask, not being able to hold back her curiosity any longer.

It was one of the rare times that Hansol did recognize the person in his vague visions, and he had hoped that he would be able to watch the future unfold before him- just as he would expect to. Except, he definitely did not count on the other’s appearance. “There’s no why, just-” He pulled the other down with him, shushing her as he peered through the gap that he found earlier on. “Just be quiet, okay??”

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@impminsuh

(...)

“ LIFE IS MORE ABOUT TAKING than giving, ” he says, looking up from his book with a bored look on his face. “ i mean, i hardly see something being fair in the world. life takes, but sometimes, it forgets to give back. ” minsuh ruffles his hair, humming under his breath as he looks around, in the library. it’s a free period so many are there, reading or studying.

     Hansol wasn't exactly looking for a debate - it was simply a passing comment that came out of the blue. He looked up at the individual who he was quite certain responded to his statement to no one in particular, a brow arched at the seemingly selfish statement. “Well, good for you then.” Mumbling, Hansol returned to reading the text in front of him, internally screaming for his snappish response and hoping that he had not offended yet another Gleam. He wasn’t up for a beating quite just yet. Or ever.

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Is that really where you want to be, on the sidelines?

Honesty hour! - closed

     ”There is always a winning side, and a losing side,” he answers with a shrug. Even before his powers surfaced, Hansol has never been the righteous one or the troublesome one. He was the one that was left out of everything- perhaps in the beginning he had just fallen out of the ranks in social hierarchy, but later it was by choice. It was just that he was just so…average. Average appearance, average intelligence, average everything. The only thing that he wasn’t average about was his height, and even that was slightly below average. Something he isn’t even proud of. 

     “The point is, maybe I just can’t do anything - I’m one of the ones with powers that don’t matter and can’t do anything.” He started to feel the long-lost agitation rise in him, and quickly squashes it with a deep sigh. “Maybe I’m on the sidelines not because I want to, but because I have nowhere else to belong.”

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if you could live anywhere in the world, where would you go and why?

Honesty hour! - closed

I really just want to go home, was the first thought that crossed Hansol’s mind. With a stoic expression plastered to his face, he turned his gaze out of the window, his voice quiet and wistful. “I think anywhere out of South Korea would be nice. Why? There’s really no reason why. I guess it’s because I’ve never gone anywhere. It’ll be a nice change of scenery, maybe…”

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@impseola

(...)

“Oh.. yeah. I was totally here for this,” she nodded profusely and, at his gesture, Seola inched forward. Her lips parted in awe as she gazed through the telescope. He wasn’t wrong— the sky was dotted with bright orbs and it was fascinating. “Can you spot any constellations?” she asked, moving back to give him some space.

Hansol wasn’t born yesterday, and the physical reaffirmation that was more for herself gave the lie away. Yet, he wasn’t one to judge others for their choices - each to their own, he supposed, and it wasn’t as though he was all that open in swapping stories either. 

“To be honest, this is perhaps the best place in the entire world to be stargazing,” he comments casually, a faint smile appearing on his features. Imperium was probably one of the only habitable places in the world that hovered so closely to the skies, and Hansol swears he has never seen the constellations shine brighter in his life. “Lucky for you, the telescope’s pointed right at The Great Hunter,” he explains, gesturing for her to take a gander.

『ᴍᴀʏ ᴛʜᴇ sᴛᴀʀs ʙᴇ ᴏᴜʀ ɢᴜɪᴅᴇ』- Seola

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do you ever feel yourself leaning towards the dark side or becoming a villain?

Honesty hour! - accepting!

    ”Maybe I’m not all that ‘in the light’ as you believe I am,” Hansol attempted his most contemptuous smirk. “Of course, what’s to say that the dark side would want a weakling like me? I’d be better off watching in the sidelines, don’t you think?”

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“hey… that wasn’t so nice.”

– five word prompts [accepting!]

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@impseola

“hey… that wasn’t so nice.”

     Hansol wouldn’t consider himself the nicest person on earth. If anything, he was quite the pessimist, and his social cues were just a little bit better than terrible. And here he was, feeling not the slightest offended as he sighed, looking no more affected than he was moments before. “I was simply saying the truth. But if it makes you better, do you want me to apologize?”

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five word prompts

[inspired by this]

“actually… i just miss you.”

“alright, i’ll leave you alone.”

“and slowly… i was forgotten.”

“and then everything just disappears.”

“and where do i go?”

“anyone could tell from here.”

“are you finishing that or…?”

“are you stupid or stupid?”

“anything, just call me, okay?”

“bitch better have my money.”

“bro… that’s so… not cool…”

“but did you do it?”

“call me now. it’s urgent.”

“can’t you listen to me?”

“cross that. don’t answer that.”

“don’t even think about it.”

“don’t you dare walk away.”

“do it. i dare you.”

“did you think i forgot?”

“eventually… you just move on.”

“even if you still do.”

“everything will fall into place.”

“fight me, you attractive stranger.”

“for once, i need you.”

“for once… i was right.”

“for once… i was wrong.”

“forget i even asked you.”

“forget it. you fucking suck.”

“fuck’s sake, what’s your problem?”

“fuck off. i mean it.”

“give and take. that’s life.”

“great. perfect. nice. fuck this.”

“have you lost your mind?”

“hello? it’s me. i was-”

“hey… that wasn’t so nice.”

“here’s a glass of whatever.”

“how about a hug, hm?”

“how about you make me?”

“i haven’t forgot you yet.”

“i can’t be around you.”

“i don’t need you, really.”

“i don’t need this now.”

“is this your first time?”

“it’s just a cut, really.”

“it wasn’t me, i swear!”

“i said i love you.”

“just don’t fuck it up.”

“just… come back alive, okay?”

“just make sure you’ve eaten.”

“kick his ass for me.”

“killed him? wait, what, literally?”

“life really sucks. feel better.”

“letting go hurts… a lot.”

“let me live, will you?”

“no, i don’t need you.”

“nothing can hurt me now.”

“nothing matters anymore to me.”

“okay it was me… so?”

“people lie all the time.”

“pipe the fuck down, asshole.”

“please, you can’t die now.”

“please don’t leave me alone.”

“quiet. they can hear us.”

“quick! give me your phone!”

“quicker, you freaking piece of-”

“quit it or i’ll bite.”

“quit staring! they’ll notice us!”

“really? do i look stupid?”

“real smooth, tripping over air.”

“rise and shine, sweet thing.”

“rise and fucking shine, motherfucker.”

“seriously? give me a break.”

“so… what are we now?”

“so… did you miss me?”

“so… can we go eat?”

“so… when’s the next flight?”

“so… how did everything go?”

“sometimes, i wish you died.”

“so what? you did it.”

“time passes slower without you.”

“then what do you suggest?”

“the fuck? who are you?”

“then you tell me why.”

“this is not working out.”

“this isn’t what i wanted.”

“this is all a fucking disaster.”

“when did it all happen?”

“who knew you’d be here?”

“why do i even bother?”

“why do i love you?”

“why didn’t you tell me?”

“you’re just… so, so stupid.”

“you can’t be here now.”

“you look like an accident.”

“you really need to go.”

“you know who to call.”

“zero fucks given. next please.”

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     To the exhausted, typical college student running on less than four hours of sleep and one cup of coffee, Hansol squinted at the stranger under the strong glare of the sun, causing him to look more hostile than he really was. “Uh,” he studied the other’s features, identifying it as the individual that sat a row in front of him in the lecture he had just came out of. “First of all, you’re not making sense. And second of all, I was just in class with you, so if you were looking for a...twin that isn’t your twin, I would have no idea, then.”

OKAY… THE POWER of duplication definitely has its perks. he could accomplish so much in one day while taking a good nap in the comfort of his dorm room. one of the downsides is that he often needs to corral his wayward selves before they become too independent, too rebellious. if they’re left to their own devices for too long, they don’t want to come back. ( he understands, but there is only one nam minguk. ) so far he found and reasorbed most of the duplicates he had created for the day, but there’s still one more that he needs to find. time’s ticking, and he’s starting to worry. “ hey! ” he calls out to the nearest person he spotted. “ have you seen me? i mean— not me me but someone who’s exactly like me but is not my twin. ”