runawayfairie

[runawayfairie]

sugarpowder​:

a little bit of privacy.

with john ( @runawayfairie )

he smiles awkwardly, then pats the spot on the couch beside him. is it within bounds to invite someone to sit close when you’ve just realized they were thinking of you, like… that? at this point, who even knows anymore. he offers the spot anyways. he just wants things to feel a little bit normal again, for john’s sake - poor kid’s probably got a weak heart after all this.

          leaning his stinging forehead against the door on the inside of his room gave john a moment to reflect on just how completely idiotic and crazy he must seem to dave, there was no way he could go out there now. maybe he could pretend to get violently sick, or maybe he could just fade away like that kid in that gif, man.. he really wished he could be that kid right now. he was wallowing in his own embarrassment, feeling like his soul would leave his body at any moment, but by the time dave’s voice called out to him and jerked him back to reality he realized his mistake.

          “oh yeah, coming!” he yelled out, totally not coming.. oh god not like that, shut up brain.

        why was he such an idiot? he’d just stood there instead of changing so now he was scrambling across his room, throwing open drawers and tossing brightly colored pajamas that made him want to scream away from him and onto his floor, his bed, anywhere that wasn’t right in front of him. couldn’t he have any normal pants to put on?? not these pink and yellow ones with ducks on them? where the hell did he even gets these?! finally he found a pair of red plaid fleece ones, it gave off a bit of a lumberjack vibe but it was definitely better than the damn ducks.

          he was clumsy as all get out, and in the panic of hurrying he fell over, as one would think, as he tried forcing his feet into the same pant leg, landing with a thud and a curse under his breath. stupid stupid stupid, just get out there. he forces the pants on and wills himself to go out there, not wanting to be called again because there’d be no way to explain the noise he made and the wait.

          “pfft, our man? you hate him! I didn’t think I’d make you feel that guilty,” he commented as he finally came to the living room, ruffled hair from his little pants fiasco, and he’s walking toward the other shaking his head.

“you don’t know what you’re talking about! I hope you’re ready for the best performance of his career!! having a rubber face really comes in handy for this one.” he pointed out and chuckled to himself thinking of the bee scene, “not the bees!!!”, unphased by the “insult” because it was more like dave to say this than call him “our man”. it was that back and forth that he couldn’t get enough of.

          he plops down on the couch beside dave, feeling immediately better after the banter about his man nic cage. his idol, his hero, his role model and who he wants to be when he grows up. he bet nic never had to deal with moments like this.. thinking about your own roommate like that?? how thick could someone get?! what a perfect way to lose such a cool guy as a roomie and friend, yeah, that’s exactly how to ruin a good thing. aaaand now he was feeling weird again, wow, he just can’t act right can he.

          “popcorn?” he could obviously hear the popping and to his relief he heard the crazed sound beginning to slow which meant it was almost done so he took this as the perfect opportunity to get his shit together again, hopping up before any objection could be said.

        “I’ll get it!! you never salt it right anyway,” he teased as he rushed to the kitchen, getting to the microwave just in time to stop it at 00:01. YES! he hissed as he burned his finger tips on the corners as he poured the steaming contents into a bowl, over salting the heck out of them but tasting it with a smile and a satisfied nod. he came back and sat down, careful not to jumble the buttery gold he held as an offering to the other.

        “okay I’m ready now, hit play!” he settled in, his mood once again lifting as he looked to the screen. movies really did that for him, if he wasn’t already mouthing the words and bobbing his head to the opening theme he probably would’ve thought of how sweet it was that dave had picked out the movie he’d known he would like the most.. the one his weird glasses wearing roomie couldn’t give a rats ass about, the one he actively made fun of, but also the one that john knew by heart and immediately made him feel better. yeah.. if he wasn’t so into it he would totally be thinking that as he over chewed the popcorn in his mouth, hand lingering in the bowl as he totally didn’t think about that and was totally still focusing on the movie.

[runawayfairie]

it feels like burning

everything about you is captivating. you're very intense, and passionate, and some people can't handle that. but no one loves as powerfully as you do, and some people will love that about you. you're easily excited, and tend to feel things very deeply. your emotions are unpredictable. but you are so so beautiful. more so than you know

|| This is so cute!! ♥️ Tagged by : @kingfaes ||

HOW DOES IT FEEL TO BE LOVED BY YOU.

it feels like a romcom.

“ okay, you’re pretty cheesy. you love big romantic gestures, and dramatic confessions of love. but you also love the little moments, like going grocery shopping together. to put it simply, you love love. you have such a big heart, and it overflows with affection - not just romance, either. you make everyone you talk to feel loved. you’re quite the optimist, and believing in true love and soulmates and forever. you’re probably a little insecure, but i promise you are beautiful, inside and out, as cliche as that sounds. i hope you know that. ” 

tagged by: @skoolbully - thank you for the tag this is so cute ! tagging: @jjkrps @runawayfairie @moxle @mooncrstal @mooncrisismu​ ( and ofc anyone else who wants to do this )

[runawayfairie]

say cheese~

      [] with Kyungsun @jjkrps []

    “... Aaaand, done. Good job everyone, thank you!” 

     A flurry of activity and the mixture of voices all talking over each other as each person said their thanks and their goodbyes filled the studio as photoshoot for some fancy fashion magazine came to a satisfying close. Teams of people scurried around as wardrobes, props, and equipment were all removed and taken back to their original places or removed from the building all together, all while the model made their way graciously between staff they needed to thank and nodding at what a manager must be saying their next schedule had to be. 

     All the while, Junghwan was left standing by the set as he flipped through the pictures he’d taken on his camera, lost in trying to pick which pose he preferred the most so he’d have an idea of what he’d send ahead to be edited and published. He nodded silently to those who bowed to him as they passed and gave his own respectful gestures to the right people without lifting his eyes from the small screen, it was his one ritual after a shoot was finished. He liked to look over his work right from the source before it was blown up on some computer screen, thinking it looked most authentic from the computer because he saw it with his own eyes through the lens, even if that wasn’t exactly true, he still did it.

      His own assistant was waiting quietly beside him with endless patience, knowing full well they had a full day of shoots ahead of them but also knowing there was no point in rushing this part of the process, he’d eventually finish and they’d be off to their next job. And just like that, his head popped up, he hit the off switch of his camera, and he let it hang from the strap around his neck as he walked with his already rushing assistant who was briefing him on what they had next.

     “Hm.. I see. Another magazine shoot.. Fun.” He murmured, the lack of enthusiasm thick in his voice that was easily overlooked as he went on to the car waiting outside for them, ready to take them to the next location. He worked for his parent’s entertainment company, but instead of being the idol, model, or actor that they’d hoped he’d be, he opted to be behind the cameras taking the pictures instead of being the one in the spotlight. He’d always hated the attention he had his whole life, he didn’t enjoy having everyone knowing everything about him- or rather, thinking they knew anything about him. He was able to get in their good graces by taking any and all jobs they assigned him so he could prove himself as a hard worker, and when the photos he took of idols sold more magazines or got more attention from fans on social media they eased up on him a little and allowed him to venture out a bit on his own projects, so long as he still got them a few top selling shots mixed in of course.

      Today was one of those overbooked days that would drain him, but it meant the next two days were his and his alone to go wherever he wanted and take pictures of whatever or whoever he wanted. It wasn’t for the company, it was for his own portfolio or for a client’s own personal use, it was the only time he was allowed to be hired from an outside source, even though he usually offered to do photos for free if he was inspired enough. It wasn’t like he needed the cash. He just liked to take pictures, and if he found a subject interesting enough he would devote a large chunk of his time to a project even if it didn’t go anywhere.

      The day finished in a blur and before he knew it he was home, saying his thanks and goodbyes to his staff before being allowed to finally be alone. The shoots he’d done that day had been especially taxing and he was desperate for his free days, he needed to do something creative and anything his family’s company wouldn’t do, he needed something bold and rash and crazy. He wanted different, he wanted real. He thought of posting model calls, but the thought of having a flood of idol hungry teens all screaming “me me me” in his dms would be overwhelming and he thought better of it, reserving himself to scrolling through random social media apps in case someone caught his eye.

      After scrolling for a few hours he’d decided to give up, it would be a good time to turn in and just plan on going to a park for some nature shots tomorrow, nothing special, but not the worst way to spend a nice day. Just as he was about to go he saw a young, brightly colored boy that gave him reason to pause, eyeing over the aesthetic this three part post had and he admitted he was intrigued, it wasn’t anything overly special but it was something. He had burned out himself from scrolling so long, so the most he could muster now was a swift click to their profile, a brief glance over the page and a simple dm before he turned in. He wouldn’t know if the other replied until the morning, and then he’d see how his day would go.

                                     2:34 am        j.hwan : “Hey. Looking for a model gig? Tomorrow?” 

[runawayfairie]

kingfaes​:

my turn to cry.

a continuation, with soojin ( @runawayfairie​ )

she takes another drag from her cigarette, seeking its warmth. on the exhale, she continues her line of questions, “and what is it you do?” she knows these apartments are nice - a bit costly, even - and she’s curious as to what the other woman has to do, what sacrifices she has to make, to live here. she looks equally as tired as micha, and call it intuition, but she thinks they have more in common than smoking on their balconies. she gets the sense that soojin has to do a lot to stay here as well.

      Soojin realized too late that even this level of darkness couldn’t hide the fact she was outright staring at this girl she’d only just met moments before, how creepy was that?? She shook her head lightly as if to set her thoughts straight, despite them being anything but, and she peered through the thin wisps of smoke toward her new acquaintance with a new look that forced innocence in an attempt to cover up her leering gaze. As beautiful as this new girl was, she didn’t want her thinking she was just another perv who’d spend her free time peeping at her through the window now that she knew she lived right across the way, she might not have the intentions of a saint but she was at least a lady. 

       “Long enough,” she answered, glancing down at the burning end of her hand rolled cigarette, flicking her thumb at it to knock the collecting ash off the tip before looking up with a knowing grin. “Oh, I’ve been there plenty of times, and let me tell you- I know all the best spots.” She boasted, not really caring that she was admitting something so personal and a little bit pathetic in this, one wouldn’t think someone should be proud of hitting these lows and finding certain ways of coping for these periods.

       “My favorite is this little dive bar downtown. It’s easy to slip in without waiting in line, I know the  door guy, and there’s always fresh people there who are just begging to buy girls like us drinks all night.” She began to explain, chuckling to herself as she rested her chin in her free hand, head tilting up as she shook it wistfully at the memories of fun nights she’d had on someone else’s dollar. It was definitely the best way to get out of a rut, or just the best way to spend a Wednesday night. 

      “Oh! I sing. Well.. I mean sort of. I go downtown and sing on those touristy streets for my rent money. Busking is just a way for me to do whatever I want without a schedule,” She let out, and it’s the only job you can’t get fired from because no one’s hiring you and you can’t steal anything if there’s nothing to take. She doesn’t let this bit slip out though, she’s done her best her whole life to hide just how much she struggles and she wasn’t about to tell the most beautiful girl she’d ever met that she was flat broke, especially if she was giving off the impression that she could actually afford a place as nice as the apartments they both lived in. She’d let that be her dirty little secret.. for now.

[runawayfairie]

sugarpowder​:

a little bit of privacy.

with john ( @runawayfairie )

“i’m not canoodling any cans of noodles, alright. i wouldn’t disrespect the chef like that. boyardee isn’t getting his raviolis stuffed in our living room, i can promise you that. you probably weren’t even thinking that, and now you are going to think about that - look, just don’t think. stop thinking whatever it is you’re thinking, and whatever you might think about, don’t even do that. do we have a deal?”

er, yeah. he should have stopped while he was ahead. too late now, though - he’s word vomited all over their friendship. might as well talk to the RAs about switching dorms now, he knows there’s not a chance in hell john will actually want to keep rooming with such a weirdo.

          john sighed as he leaned against the back of his door, overthinking every decision he’s ever made while gently thumping his head against the wood with every moment that seemed embarrassing and let me tell you, his head was beginning to get sore. had he just overheard something he shouldn’t of?? had dave finally used the sock for it’s correct purpose and was.. insert whatever innuendo fits your fancy here, behind that door??

          he couldn’t be sure.. just like he couldn’t be sure on why it was affecting him so much. did it bother him? it was totally natural to do, it’s not like he was judging him or anything, or was he? or could it just be a privacy thing? he just felt bad about interrupting him and there was no more to say about it.. yeah. he was sure that was all. yep! yep!

          of course, that didn’t stop him from nearly jumping out of his skin as the knocks behind him scared the living daylights out of him. he lurched forward, clutching his chest and staring back at the door as if a great monster stood on the other side instead of his perfectly normal roommate. who he had caught doing a perfect normal act.. and he was going to act, perfectly normal, when he talked to him. which seemed to be sooner than he thought because in walked dave without a moments warning.

          “oh hey there dave! uh..” ‘fancy meeting, you here?’ he had no idea what to say and that was stupid, luckily he didn’t have time to make an even bigger fool out of himself as the blonde started rambling off. he was bracing himself for an argument, or any type of yelling that called him a perv, but the explanation made his eyebrows furrow in confusion.

          “woah woah woah, wait wait wait. you’re sorry??? but i heard.. well, I guess whatever you were doing. but I thought for sure you were coming in here to call me out,” he replied before his eyes went wide and he stifled back a shocked “ca-canoodling??” at his blatant description of, apparently, what he wasn’t doing to those cans. but why was the description making him feel light headed.

          “oh yeah um.. yeah no, i wasn’t even, thinking about.. that. so i... yeah dave thanks! I accept your apology! thanks! wait I already said that.. anyway!! why don’t you go get the TV set up for a movie, that’s what I brought back. set it up and you have a deal? kay? kay.” he started talking faster, going in circles and trying, and failing, to not sound so flustered. he also was turning the other around, pushing him toward his door and out of his room before leaning on the doorframe inconspicuously.

          “so you go get that started, i need to do something first.” he said as he gripped the door to close it, only to pause and jerk toward the blonde with a red so bright coloring his cheeks. “wait- no not that! just.. change my pants.” more color. “because, jeans! i’m in jeans and you can’t watch movies in jeans! you need to wear something comfortable!” - oh let me just slip into something more comfortable for you babe - his brain really did hate him today.

          “oh god, just go dave. here’s the damn movies, pick the one you hate, i’ll be out in a sec..” he sounded defeated and utterly embarrassed as he pushed the crinkling bag into the others arms and quickly shut the door between them. WHY was he like this??? he added another sore spot on his forehead as he tried to burrow into the wood and maybe become the door so he wouldn’t have to let himself go through another one of those tourtuous encounters.

          if there was anything these two had in common, it was their ability to word vomit all over whatever situation they were in and feel like the biggest idiots while doing so. how was it that Dave hadn’t asked to switch dorms with someone more normal? now he had to be the one to act like he didn’t totally think his roomie was defiling soup cans, even when he said he wasn’t, and that he didn’t totally think.. about it. no no no- not think about it like that, cuz no homo, but.. maybe just..

          “ah shut up john, just change your pants you idiot and go watch a movie like a normal person.”

[runawayfairie]

mumu time!

━♡ Hello everyone!!! My name is Bee ( She/her, 24, cst! ) and this is my first attempt at creating a mumu account with this blog! I am recycling it because I love the url name and I will be re-arranging everything on here and will probably be seeking out a more mumu friendly theme to show off my beautiful muses! 

This page is under construction but if anyone who rp’d with Seojin (Soojin lol, had to change her name cuz the name was already taken by someone else, but her name is Soojin) and would like to still continue any threads, I’d be happy to!! Just know I’m no longer officially apart of @dallyeoghq​ so if that’s weird then I totally understand. I loved that group and bringing in my lovely girl, but the activity checks were hard to keep up with as my schedule irl got busier and busier TT w TT But I am SUPER excited to bring in my other characters and beginning threads with them! Keep an eye out for them and feel free to message me if you’d like to plot anything! ━♡

( a few of my muses below ♡ )

[runawayfairie]

sugarpowder​:

a little bit of privacy.

with john ( @runawayfairie )

moments ago, he'd accidentally hip-checked the edge of it, sending some of the cans sprawling - and one even burst from the impact. he let out a pretty raw moan over it, even indulging in a few, "fuck, dude, fuck!"s over it. he was now dutifully mopping up tomato sauce from the wooden flooring, huffing about it pretty loudly.

if someone had come to the door in that moment, well, he'd be none the wiser - he'd definitely not have heard it over all the clattering and whining he was doing about having to clean up his mess.

( gif of the bby)

          ˑ༄ ▹  with dave ( @sugarpowder​ )

          it wasn’t unusual to come home to see a sock on his roomies door handle. it always meant he’d just wanted some personal time for himself, and he of all people could understand wanting some personal space. memories of an overbearing dad and a nana who’s sole purpose was to pump him full of that blasted woman, BETTY CROCKER’S, cakes and other disgusting treats was enough to send a shiver up his spine and he audibly shuddered.

         so sure, coming back from his shopping trip, hands clutching the plastic bags full of whatever crappy rom-com movie he found in the $5 bin at walmart and food that could only be considered as, “movie snacks”, to find the sock in its familiar spot disappointed the raven haired boy.          he’d hoped they could heat up what was left of that pizza they’d ordered the other day and pop in whichever movie dave opposed to the most. just so he could listen to him say how stupid it was and he could tell him how wrong he was because, this was obviously the best movie ever, duh dave. behind con air of course. never forget that masterpiece.

          but the sock stopped him in his tracks and he sighed, wondering what weird project he was working on in there today, it was always something ridiculous yet impressive, and he was just about to turn away when a small thud from the other side of the door gave him reason to pause. the moan that could be heard next made his eyes widen behind his thick lensed glasses and his mouth dropped open.          WAS HE...?? no, surely not. he’d tried to explain to him time and time before that a sock on the door was a universal signal for, well.. i’m doing nsfw stuff, come back later, thanks, bye, peace sign, all that crap. but every time before when he’d accidentally, and not so accidentally, ignored the sign and barged in it was never anything lewd. but was he actually.. doing... that-

          before he realized he’d lost all control in his limbs, he heard a crash as the shopping bags slipped from his suddenly sweaty fingers and the contents sprawled out across their miscellaneously stained carpeted floor. he immediately snapped back to reality and dropped to his knees, desperately snatching at the items and shoving them loudly back into their plastic home.

         “shit shit shit, fuck... oh fuck, dude come here, get- IN THERE!! ah- oh jeez, fuck-” he let out his curses with every movie and bag of chips he grabbed at, yelling at one soda that decided to be an asshole and roll away from him. he realized way too late that he completely gave himself away and he scrambled to his feet and absconded to his own room, slamming the door behind him.           “jeez nice going you idiot.. he’s gonna think you’re a peeping tom or some other kind of pervert.. perfect.. just perfect...”

[runawayfairie]

promqueenreject​:

my turn to cry.

( with @runawayfairie​​ )

      [ ... ]     “i’m micha,” she said. “yong micha. and you?”

-

        Seojin had never met anyone on any of her rendezvous’s outside, let alone anyone who seemed so appealing and intriguing despite knowing literally nothing about her. She simply felt drawn to her and wanted to learn whatever she could about her, and her eyes sought out any detail they could pick up in what little light surrounded the others body. She leaned herself forward, arms resting on the railing and hands hanging loosely in front of her, smoke billowing up around her as she listened to the other start to talk.

       “I did too! I’ve only lived here for a few weeks now.” She replied, not surprised that she was a new resident too because she hadn’t seen her before, and she would know her if she had, she’d definitely remember her. “On break? What do you do?” She asked curiously, wondering what a girl like this did during the day, what kind of work she did. 

       She smirked at the intentional way she blew out the smoke her way, her nose scrunching up to her cutely as she took a drag of her own, her mouth rounding out as she sent out smoke rings that floated up a few feet before also getting swept away by the breeze between them. Her eyes were mesmerized by the way she tossed her hair as she finally told her her name, Micha? Yong Micha.. So that’s her name..  

      “Oh, I’m Soojin! Ahn Soojin!” She let out, realizing she was beginning to stare longer that could be considered normal and she hoped the other didn’t catch her beginning to act strangely. It was hard not to though in the presence of someone like this, even if she still couldn’t make out every detail. 

[runawayfairie]

y2poppy​:

𝗦𝗘𝗢𝗝𝗜𝗡.

🌸           poppy was over the moon with how well seojin seemed to be taking this. “honestly, as long as you bring a killer song and bring a bright smile, you’ll be a shoo-in. you’re amazing, you know that, right?” and she meant every word.

        Seojin offered yet another strained smile, she didn’t know why the other was going through all the trouble for her sake, why anyone would really, but especially Poppy. She was so sweet and sincere in her efforts to help her music career take off, she could tell that the other truly believed this could her big break and she would do anything in her power to help her achieve what she assumed her dream was, but she was only worried. Poppy had the best intensions so guilt cut her deep as her only reactions to such good news was negative thinking, she didn’t think she could do it and she worried she would only make things turn out bad for the other, and at her job no less. Why her? Why did Poppy think she could do all of this??

        She was brought out of her negative, swirling thoughts by Poppy’s voice and she gave her a puzzled look. 10:15?? What kind of appointment time was that? Was this guy crazy or something?? “That does seem.. Eccentric, as you said. He must be quite the character! I sure hope he likes me...” She murmurs towards the end, already planning out and imagining how her encounter might go in her head, her gaze looking past the girl in front of her as she was yet again lost in her own head.  “Songs? Oh um.. I might have some ideas? My mom liked old music too... ah-” she trailed off, she sure had the worst habit of not being present when someone spoke to her and she had to mentally snapping herself back into reality if she had any hope of seeming like a functioning human being.

       “What? Amazing?? Me? I uh- I don’t think so.” She quickly disagreed, shaking her head and raising both hands palms out to the other, she was definitely flattering her too much and she didn’t know what she possibly could’ve done to deserve her being this nice to her.

[runawayfairie]

promqueenreject​:

my turn to cry.

( with @runawayfairie​​ )

[ ... ]

“pretty cold night,” she says, already feeling silly for it. “you smoke here often…?” 

     It had been a long day and the best way to unwind from such a tiring day was to spend an hour or so on her balcony switching between a cigarette and a couple of shots of soju, resting in the cooling breeze of her 3rd floor balcony as the sun slowly sank below the buildings in the distance. It was now dark and the only light came from the fluorescents crawling out of her apartment and the small bright red of the lit stick in her hands, the smoke from it billowing up in small ringlets and she watched it contently.

     A sound from across the way caught her attention and her eyes focused on another cherry light that gently illuminated on the others blonde hair, the sound of sniffling also peaked her interest and she shamelessly watched her. She was surprised at how close another buildings balcony was to her, she’d never really noticed before now, but of course she hadn’t had a reason to look across, not until she appeared. When she was spotted she could tell, despite being just far enough away to not see every detail, she could definitely see the moment the other spotted her and she didn’t have to wonder long at what her voice sounded like.

     “It is.. the temperature dropped as soon as the sun went down.” She agreed with her, shaking her head slightly at the useless information she seemed so keen on sharing right now. “Uh.. sometimes, if I’ve had a hard day.” She admitted with a shrug of one shoulder.      “What about you? I haven’t seen you out before, unless we’ve just missed each other every time.”

[runawayfairie]

vapcrwaves​:

◟   *  𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫 ❬ SEOJIN  /  @runawayfairie​ ❭

               ❝     蒸気   ——    [ ... ]  “hey there, gorgeous, want to have drinks with me?” she smiled, the type that made her look a tad bit more approachable. 

     Seojin was stumbling on her way to her next destination, yet another bar to seek out people who will buy her drinks so she can continue this buzz she had built up while being out. She always sought out people to take care of her tabs because she, frankly, was broke- she needed someone else to buy them or else she’d end up just going home without the refreshing feeling of everything falling away that came when she drank just the right amount of alcohol. She didn’t like to say she needed it, but she’d never argue that it helped her get through her day to day life.

     That night she had found herself at a bar where two patrons had bought her a shot at first but then a mixed drink that she casually sipped at while the last guy had gotten up to use the bathroom or something, she hadn’t really been listening to him all that much. She was surprised when she heard a voice that seemed way too pointed to be for anyone else and her eyes darted to the owner, feeling her cheeks flush a bit at being called gorgeous by someone who looked like that??? How could she call her gorgeous?? It was definitely the other way around and, forgetting her “partner” altogether, she moved to the stool beside her.

     “Well of course! It’d be foolish not to accept an invitation from someone like you.” She responded, smiling shyly as she sipped at her drink again, her eyes never leaving the others face though, her gaze steady as she took in the.. familiar?? features. She’d seen this woman before, she just couldn’t place where, and with her fuzzy memory she didn’t think it would come to her easily. She’d need to do more research to find out, yes.. so talking to her would be for science, of course!!

     “What are you drinking?” She asked then, curious as to her tastes.

[runawayfairie]

wzyszn​:

OPEN STARTER!

♡ _  [ ... ]  until she heard a voice, her mortification drowning it out - not a good thing, korean wasn’t her primary language and barely paying attention while being spoken to lead to a mess. “i’m sorry could you repeat that?” eloise had asked them. yeah maybe now was the perfect time to get off the floor.

     Seojin didn’t know why, or even how, she could be awake this early. She went to bed late as usual but she hadn’t really had a restful night, so maybe that was why she’d woken up just as the sun was rising and something in her willed herself to go for a walk. It would clear her pounding head from the night she’d just had, and maybe some coffee and a pastry or two would make her feel better. She got her coat on and went off, taking the elevator down to the ground floor, passing by the other buildings in her complex on her way to the nearest Paris Baguette, but just as she came around to pass building 3 she saw a flash of blonde as a girl seemed to fly off some stairs and sprawl out on the ground in front of her.

     “OMO Woah! Yah, that startled me! What was that??” She let out as she gasped and jumped back, her hand clutching at her chest as she looked at the girl, noticing her take a small pause and she worried if she’d seriously injured herself.

     “H-hey! Are you okay? Hello~ hey!” She called out, stepping toward her with a tilt of her head before she dropped down to a crouch beside her. “Hey, did you hurt yourself??” She asked again, flinching as she heard a voice replying and she noticed the accent and finally saw what she looked like. *Oh no, I hope I can help her..* she thought to herself, suddenly worrying if she’d have to use her limited English skills to help. She knew enough to get by but she’d never say she was good, it all came from her years in school, at least the ones she finished, and that was a while ago.

     “Um... are you okay?” She asked in slow and heavily accented English.

[runawayfairie]

h76in​:

        “what do people say in these sort of situations? i rarely come to the cemetery and that’s on me.” what else could he say? what else would he offer her? he’s unsure of his emotional standing at this moment, looking forth to the shorter female for aid, hoping she could give him the definite push he needed to share his feelings for both him and his father. 

      Seojin watched carefully from behind the other, eyeing him as he seemed to be going through some inner dialogue by the way his face seemed to get serious, she wondered what he could be thinking about right now.        “Oh! You don’t have to be sorry at all! I’m happy to come!” She let out, surprised by the sudden break in the silence and she felt her cheeks flush a bit at the introduction. She was always nervous to meet someone’s parents, and this was definitely an unconventional first meeting, so she felt as though she needed to be at her best because it’s how she would want someone to be if she introduced them to her own mother.        “Yes, hello.” She bowed deeply to the headstone in greeting, turning her gaze back to Kyubok. “Um..” she began, thinking it over carefully and then placing a gentle hand on his shoulder, “You really just need to tell her what you’ve been wanting to say this whole time. Tell her how you’ve been doing lately, good or bad, and tell her a story. Remembering funny things that happened when she was still here is helpful too.. it tends to make this easier.” She told him, eyes earnest as she looked up at him for only a moment before they dropped and she looked at the headstone.       “There was so much I wanted to tell her.. so much she didn’t know.. I wish she could see me now, I wonder if she’d be proud of me..” she murmured, her gaze a bit hazy as she seemed to be talking to just herself, but really to someone who wasn’t there, only for her to blink and glance back quickly.       “So you just need to tell her that kind of stuff, or else you might end up regretting it.”

[runawayfairie]

you want ME to model??

      ━♡ [ closed starter @simjangseo ]  ♡━        Seojin walked up to the place listed on the sticky note she held in her hand, rereading the apartment number and double checking she was at the right door before reaching out to knock loudly on it. She’d been “scouted”, in a way, by a boy with similarly pink hair and a keen fashion sense who’d insisted she was “exactly what he was looking for”, whatever that meant. He explained he was a clothing designer and that he was looking for a specific look for a model, so after talking for a bit at her usual “busker spot” she agreed to meet him later that day for a fitting.        She never thought she was someone who could ever be a model, and for someone to come up to her and say she was perfect for what they wanted wasn’t ever something she was used to hearing. It made her nervous to think that she would be seen in any pictures if this person chose to spread them around, but she had to admit she was flattered that she of all people was perfect for something.       Now here she was, ready for their first fitting and she had absolutely no idea what to expect, she was definitely hoping she looked okay, she’d done up her hair and makeup a little more just in case. She hoped she wouldn’t mess this up.

[runawayfairie]

y2poppy​:

𝐒𝐄𝐎𝐉𝐈𝐍.

yes, it was a very last-minute notice, but that was all that she could convince mister lim to allow her. the man put up with a lot from his singer, and poppy knew how lucky she was to work for someone who understood and ( sometimes ) appreciated her patented poppy-brand of eccentricities, but although she’d begged him to allow seojin to sing at a later date, he said that the only time he was available was tomorrow. oof, hopefully this doesn’t blow up in my face, poppy thought to herself.

       Seojin returned the smile automatically and she shook her head.

       “No no, it’s okay, I’m up late like this normally.” She explained and her eyes dropped to the paper being held out to her, a weaker smile on her lips as she took it and scanned the contents. She knew Poppy had come there to try and convince her to go, but she’d have to simply decline again and maybe do her own convincing on why she wouldn’t be the best fit for this kind of this. Yes, she could easily turn her down again, she was sure of it. That is, until she heard of all the trouble she’d gone through with her boss to get her an *advanced audition?!*. Oh goodness.. she couldn’t possibly say no now! It was one thing to not come in on her own, but for the other to have stuck her neck out for her and gotten her something actually scheduled, she couldn’t just be a no show, it would reflect so badly on Poppy and she couldn’t have that.

       “Oh um.. tomorrow? It uh- depends on what time, I may have something going on.” *Of course I didn’t, I’m unemployed and can go out singing whenever I feel like it, but she didn’t need to know that.* “But I can move things around, that way I can go!” She finally gave in, trying her best to look excited even though she was beginning to worry and dread what was about to come.

       Sure she was a decent singer, Key word *decent*, she could sing on the street for pocket change but she never thought she could be an actual singer for a job. She never thought she was good enough for that, she didn’t think she was good at anything really, so for someone to have gone to such lengths just for her made her a little uncomfortable. Not really in a bad way, but she didn’t know how to feel when someone believes in something she can do and actually tries to help her. It was an odd feeling and it caused her to doubt herself even more, she couldn’t fail now, she had to do her best for Poppy’s sake.

       “So.. is there anything I should bring? And um, what should I wear..? She began to ask, her mind already trying to plan everything out so she could best be prepared, though it was clear she didn’t have much faith.

[runawayfairie]

y2poppy​:

𝐒𝐄𝐎𝐉𝐈𝐍.

🌸           POPPY HAD A PLAN.  “seojin, come out! you’re not going to believe this!” and she certainly hoped the other girl was excited, but she was, in fact, ready to jump into action should seojin not be team stardom ( it wasn’t ideal, but she had a backup plan. )

@runawayfairie​​

         Seojin wasn’t much of a true performer, despite her choice of “employment” if you could even call it that, she enjoyed singing but more than anything it was a way for her to pay rent and keep her electricity running. She never thought her singing could actually make her anything more than a busker on the streets of Seoul, even when people would tell her over and over she wouldn’t even entertain the idea. Not until a very pretty girl came up to her one day and told her just how good she’d thought she was, and how she should try singing at the lounge she worked at. She sweetly accepted the compliment and made a polite but half-hearted “promise” to come for a chance at having her own gig at this place, but she never actually thought of doing it.          Cut to a few days later and she was beginning to see this girl, who she then knew to be Poppy, a lot more and it was hard to keep giving her believable reasons for why she hadn’t come by for that audition. Too late she learned that they lived at the same apartment complex and when the knocking at midnight echoed out in her dark and empty place, a confused and cautious expression crossed her face as she slowly made her way to her door, peeked out the peephole, and opened the door.          “Poppy?? What are you doing here??” She asked, stepping out into the entranceway and quickly shutting the door behind her, as if to keep her apartment hidden. “Not going to believe what?”

[runawayfairie]

h76in​:

𝐢.  / /  open starter : cemetery, flowers, end of the year wishes.

     “i brought company, i hope you don’t mind. it made the trip here easier.” god— it really did, his nerves at ease and the erratic beating long gone. 

         Seojin knew about loss. She knew the pain it felt to lose someone in your life, knew the way your chest could feel hollow and on fire at the same time. She wouldn’t wish this hurt on anyone, not even someone who could do with a bit of hurting. It was never easy to express how much of a toll grieving can have on a person, it’s much easier to lock away anything unpleasant and forge ahead as if nothing was wrong. Easier that way, better even, because you don’t appear weak, and if you aren’t weak to other then you are strong enough to get through this.          So when Kyubok reached out to anyone who would accompany him to pay his respects, she’d agreed before she even realized. She’d lost her own mother before she was even out of high school, she could never say she was healed from the loss, but time had definitely helped her move forward and she thought she’d be able to offer advice, but if nothing else, support.          She came along and as they walked down the rows of headstones she felt her chest tightening, it had been far too long since she’d visited her own mother’s grave and the guilt of staying away yet coming for someone else was beginning to creep in. She knew it wasn’t something to feel bad about, and she tried to push away her own worries to focus on the reason she was there.          “Yes, hello. I’ve heard a lot about you, I’m glad to be able to come.” She let out after her introduction, kneeling down beside the other as she set down her own small bouquet of flowers, head lowered and hands collecting over her chest as she bowed in respect. She returned to a standing position and looked cautiously over to other, staying close for comfort yet excusing herself enough to allow for some privacy should he wish to speak more.