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id: hyun, yeosi.

a young goddess. he’d had to cement his resolve in order to admit to himself that there was more in some people. that there were still values and virtues in life that he, too, would envy. and sooah was the embodiment of most, if not all of those virtues.

it was almost as though her golden locks fed through her heart. so pure and as close to divine as can be. untainted in her intentions and actions, the soul of a child in the body of a woman. it struck him with an awe that left him speechless, more than her present did, but the timing was convenient enough to work. yet he maintained a look of high expectations throughout most of the presentation, only to break character once the emboidery made its appearance. earning an unrestrained smile from the boy, as various tones of pink and orange bled into his cheeks. “it—  reminds you of me?” he’d lowered his head halfway through the sentence, brunet locks hovering over his embarrassment. “a dick with eyes reminds you of me.”

coming from anyone else, that statement would have gone with the wind. but from someone he actually somewhat admired? ouch. he set his jaw against the pain and lifted his gaze to hers; steady, intent, piercing. “it’s amazing, thank you for putting the time and effort into making this.” his tone was oddly sincere in that moment, and then came the sarcasm. he’s a performer. “if i ever miss you, i’ll wear it and remind myself what i mean to you. a kawaii chinpo.”

she credits everything she is ( her happiness, her mindsets, her personality ) to the sheltered, picture—perfect life she’s had ; it’s the kind of past that she sees as an ideal : an abundance of love and support. of riches, of nothing but sunshine and lollipops. 

and it’s not until she steps out of her private classroom and into a classroom that’s with something she couldn’t put her finger on that she realises that what she has is considered a rarity ; that happiness, although free, is considered a privilege. concepts she still refuses to believe because happiness is a right, damn it, and she’s vowed to make the people around her feel as much joy as they can, no matter what it takes. 

she knows ( after years of walking along unsheltered roads ) that the little things can bring pain, but she also knows that the little things can bring bliss— they are thoughts she carries when she starts new projects. details matter the most to her, and so she’d spent hours on end pondering over the kind of details she wanted on yeosi’s labcoat ; details that would earn her a smile, at least.

so when sooah sees his smile, her heart immediately warms, and her mind is going insane at the success.  

‘ you’re welcome, ’ she says in a gentle sing-song. ‘ you should remind yourself that you’re adorable, a little squishy on the inside, and loved by me, just like the cute mochi penis. also that you have a nice butt. ’ she adds the last part after a beat, coupled with a twinkle in her eye.

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id: min, yeorim.

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yeorim has been trying to get his sleeping pattern into something slightly more normal, but the problem is that he has been trying for the longest time and it’s proving to be worse than those ridiculous promises of diets for the summer. It only lasts a couple of days. he goes to sleep late (when he sleeps) because the curfew says they have to be inside at a certain hour but no one said he needs to sleep at that time, so he doesn’t. the result in the morning is not pretty and it means that sooah needs to drag his ass out of bed (quite literally) and understand the incomprehensive things that he mumbles in that state. she’s quite the saint in his book; an angel who always help him in his ‘getting to class in time quest’. except for today.

he wakes up because he managed to sleep on top of his phone and its vibration makes him squirm and jump a little. a hand searches aimlessly before he finds it and before he can make an effort to read what’s on the screen. he has one new message, but it takes him two tries to unlock the device. His eyes feel like they’re glued together and the brightness in the bedroom doesn’t help. his brain doesn’t process the fact that too much natural light is definitely a bad sign. yeorim opens the message; it has a video attached and then he sees himself sleeping. his arm dangles from the bed, his legs move every once in a while and the person filming it, chuckles. yeorim’s eyes are now wide open, he jumps up and screeches – loudly – and then he types a quick text to send the perpetrator.

✉ → chu-ah 💋_ why ddnt’ u wake m upppppppppppppp?????”??|?!”#=? ✉ → chu-ah 💋_ im revoking ur angel status!!!!!!!!!!#$=!

in her defense, she had intended to wake him up ( really! )— it’s what she usually does anyway, since yeorim had the hilarious habit of never going to sleep early ( despite her constant nagging ), and because someone out of the pair had to be the responsible one�� but he’d looked so peaceful in the morning that she just couldn’t find it in her to shake him awake ( something she’s awfully accustomed to ). 

maybe it was the tiny crush she had on him talking, maybe it was the morning grogginess ; but something along those lines had interrupted her in her noble quest of waking her roommate up, and instead made her stop and stare to take in the sight of yeorim as the embodiment of relaxed.

and as the saying goes, take a picture, it’ll last longer. 

so she does, except she opts for a video instead. blackmail material, her mind supplied as she launched the camera app.

sooah’s in a lecture when she finally gets the chance to send her masterpiece to him, typing out a quick “ looks like u were sleeping well 😻 “ to go with the video. her phone lights up with two messages less than two minutes later, and she tries not to laugh as she taps out a reply.

✉ — electro pupper 🐶⚡💞 : ㅋkk

✉ — electro pupper 🐶⚡💞 :  u looked so peaceful i couldnt bring myself to do it :<

✉ — electro pupper 🐶⚡💞 :  nOOooo anything but that? ? ?????? 

✉ — electro pupper 🐶⚡💞 :  dont b mad at meeeeee

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id: lim, daeki.

    his eyes lit up the moment she called his name. having familiar people around him, having friends around him, it just gave him a sense of happiness and company that he wasn’t otherwise used to. he especially enjoyed sooah’s company, since she was so cheerful and kind, and she enjoyed art just as much as he did. daeki giggled at her politeness, answering back to the seemingly confused spirit. “ she can’t see you, she’s just nice. ” he explained. his attention turned back to sooah. “ she said hi. and yeah, go ahead. ” he said, gesturing to the other empty seat across from him.

‘ ah yes, what he said! ’ she nods understandingly in the direction of the spirit.  ‘ though i’m sure you’re looking real nice today. ’ sooah doesn’t need him to tell her twice before she’s slipping into the empty seat, letting the books fall into a neat stack onto the table space in front of her.  ‘ thanks, ’ she tells her friend sincerely, lips tugging upwards to form a grin as she cups her head in her palms.  ‘ you really saved me from being crushed by those books. so, how’ve you been? anything new? ’ 

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“You have the biggest heart. It is your greatest quality and probably also your biggest flaw.”

— (via prxttyconfident)

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‘ surprise! ’ sooah beams as she presents him with an open box revealing a white lab coat, her frame shaking with mirth. she’d been patiently waiting and working on the garment for two whole weeks, making sure her workmanship was enough to please her toughest critic : herself. 

‘ the surprise doesn’t end there, though, ’ she continues excitedly, dropping her bag and the silver box onto the floor of his doorway to pull the coat out to reveal its embroidered lapels with a flourish.  ‘ ta-da! isn’t it cute? i embroidered on this cute little guy — ’ a manicured finger taps on a patch in the inner edge of the lapels — ‘ because it reminds me of you! it’s that japanese penis mochi toy i was talking to you about the other day! ’ she’s starting to ramble now, giving yeosi a verbal tour of the coat in her hands, along with the details of her creative process. 

she’d long forgotten who brought it up, really, maybe it was mentioned in passing — , but sooah has always been passionate for crafts and the arts, and it sounded like a fun ( and fairly simple ) project to carry out, two more than enough reasons for her to whip out her sewing kit after being left on the shelf in her dorm untouched for months. 

‘ it wasn’t meant to be this complicated actually… ’ she confesses meekly, her previous fervour dissipating as she starts folding the coat back up.  ‘ but i really hope you like it…? ’

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id: sa, hanbi:

··· knowing the person hanbi was, she’s DEFINITELY a student who always did well without trying as if her life depended on it. teachers who had her in their classes could salute and praise her for that natural talent. and even though she was known to also be a troublemaker and a detention regular, her grades told a different story when it came to show how DETERMINED she was for graduating at top of her class. although, none of her classmates would know that, and she planned to keep it that way. ··· to make that more obvious, she already found herself wandering around the campus. for the fact she knew her class would be ending in thirty minutes, she simply got up and left her desk without a single trace because the assignments were busy work in her mind anyway. her red hair was already lively flowing behind her, wearing typical fashion-flattering clothing with red pointed four inch pumps, along with her SIGNATURE red lips and nails that could blind a person: who else could it be besides b herself ?  ··· now, she was entering a building of her choice with no clue where she was heading because it was more so of a gut INSTINCT to go down this hallway. once she began to glance through the windows of the various classrooms to observe, something caught her off guard at this room number. but that something was actually a particular someone. with no second thoughts, she cautiously and quietly walked towards the window ( making sure her heels weren’t echoing in the hallways anymore ) while the teacher faced away from the class to write on the board. at that moment, she took the CHANCE and waved her hand for a second to catch their attention. at the corner of her eye, she could see movement at the front of the classroom; which indicated the professor turned around and fortunately her reflexes were quick to duck. finally, after counting a full minute, she peeked over the wall once more to motion the student to come outside with her. her fingers were crossed no staff would catch her again.

as long as she keeps repeating it, she’ll start to believe it, right? that’s how it goes, right? sooah is, at this point, too sleepy to even remember how mind over matter works, let alone do the actual ritual. as always, morning classes find her in the worst of states, head in her palms, eyes fighting to stay open. with the regular program of painting ‘till late at night ( or early morning, as the clock on the wall loved reminding her constantly—) along with her regular dose of nightmares, seeing the blonde be her energetic, cheery self before noon was close to impossible. it wasn’t at all helpful that her professor was seemingly only capable of reading off his notes in a monotone, which was the perfect lullaby for sooah’s tired mind. it’s just her luck that he was going through a “ very important “ lesson that would be helpful for her future assignments. of course. 

groaning, she leans back into her seat and takes the chance to glance out the window, eyes widening at the sight of unmistakable red hair ducking down and out of sight as soon as the professor turned back to face the class. sooah purses her lips to stifle a soft giggle, resting her head on a fist as she looks out once more, waiting for the redhead to make another appearance. 

and b did, a minute after she’d disappeared, with a request. she shifts in her seat as she weighs her options, and in the end decides to murmur a soft ‘ i’m heading to the restroom, ’ before making her way out of the classroom and to the hallway. 

‘ this better be good, ’ sooah jokes, walking up to her. ‘ i’m missing a — quote, unquote — very important class for this. ’

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id: lim, daeki:

     daeki was sat in the cafeteria, his table seemingly empty to onlookers. to others, it seemed that the boy was sat alone, talking to himself. to him, he was talking to someone sitting in front of him. a dead someone, whom only he could see, but a someone nonetheless. “ it’s not my fault you can’t eat anymore. ” he shrugged, listening to the other’s complaints. “ i don’t blame you, though. i would miss ramyun, too. ” he continued the conversation, giggling as the spirit pouted. daeki had never cared about seeming strange to others. the company of ghosts was all he ever had, so he didn’t mind it much, even if others distanced themselves from him because of it.

she’s humming when she ambles into the cafeteria, her arms trying their very best to balance the sheer amount of books she’s clutching around her chest. sooah scans the room carefully, eyes hoping to lock onto a familiar face— ( a friendly face would suffice, really ). so when they finally land on daeki, the blonde almost lets out an excited squeal. it doesn’t take a second for her legs to automatically start moving in the boy’s direction, her mouth throwing out ‘ sorry! ’s and ‘ excuse me! ’s to people she’d almost collided into. ‘ daeki, hi! d’you mind if i crash? ’ she greets, warmly and enthusiastically before turning to look at the seat in front of her friend. ‘ and hello to you, too! ’ it wasn’t as though she could see who the stranger was ( she wasn’t even sure if they were there, or if she’d managed to greet them properly ) — but being polite, she’d been taught, was a must.

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hello everyone!  ♡ i’m rue - eighteen, gmt plus eight, she/her! currently it’s 3am & i decided to revamp this whole blog so it’s p empty but bear w/ me — it’ll be all set up soon!! under the cut is a brief introduction to this little bab kang sooah. feel free to like this post or hit me up for plots!

this is kang sooah — twenty, art nerd history major, & an artist!

she has the power of memory manipulation ; she can’t manipulate her own memories though, sadly. only works when the person is in the same vicinity as her, & if she knows what the person looks like. 

alrighty so sooah’s parents are never really there ; they’re both businessmen who just married to be more wealthy, tbh.

her older brother is 15 years older than her, so like her parents, he doesn’t really interact with her. 

basically was basically raised by nannies and tutors and her grandmother, who taught her to be kind & accepting & all that goodness ( unlike her parents ), so she did. 

a little too literally though? ? b/c now she’s a little too nice? ? ??

… except for that one time ( the time she found out about her powers — )

she went to a public high school after a decade of homeschooling & honestly after all those years of little to no social interaction & meeting different people, she was really taken advantage of. 

long story short, she walking home from a party with someone ( she volunteered to walk w/ them b/c they were tipsy, & she was worried for their safety ) — & they tried forcing themselves upon her.

sooah panicked really badly and accidentally implanted twisted memories ( which can cause someone to drive to insanity ) based on her fear into the other person, making them scream & writhe under her feet.

boy …. she got really afraid … so she just stood there and cried, watching the other person tire out & eventually stop moving before she made a run for it.

she told everything to her grandmother, & thankfully she knew about sooah’s powers. she explained it to her & withdrew her from the high school Real Quick.

sooah was really shaken up by it … she still gets nightmares & it made her develop ptsd. it also fed into her desire to please/submit to others ; she thinks that this is the only way for her to stop feeling so guilty. 

no one knows about the incident except for her grandma & herself — she plans to keep it that way. 

developed an interest in art to help her cope w/ the stress ; she always carries a sketchbook & a watercolour set around. 

tl dr ; she’s soft. really nice, but she doesn’t talk about herself much. only about art, or the other person. you don’t really see her out after a certain time unless you’re close to her!!

that got longer than i thought fhdjs, sorry! if you’ve made it this far, thank you for reading!! i don’t have a wanted plots page up yet, but i’m open to any, so hmu if u have any! a little sidenote — i really do want a connection that will mess her up a bit/lot ... please ...

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she’s a soft fairy

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tag dump !

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hyperlink37:

talents include looking 12 and saying thank you to the bus driver

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sacheu:

are u a red silk robe girl or a pink silk robe girl

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*points at the stars* i want to look like her