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wooseok ⏤

[ ♡♡♡ ] the same couldn't be said for her. she looks... so different, changed by over a decade. wooseok supposes that it's easy for him to miss change in himself; he sees himself every day, after all, so she might be having the same thoughts as him. for once in his life, he wishes he wasn't wearing the stupid nullivi patch, so he could know for sure. "goddamn, we have a lot of catching up to do, huh? i can't believe you're here. i mean, my family moved so suddenly, i feel like i didn't even get to really say goodbye. they found out i was a freaky anomaly kid and basically had to leave almost immediately. little did i know it wasn't even actually goodbye." another pause. there are so many things he wants to say, but he's not sure how. "ah... never mind about me, what about you? how did you end up here?"

madison. when she was living in america, the name 'taeri' sounded like a girl outside of herself, something used more with korean grandparents than anything else, a foreigner that she didn't connect to. and as she's here with one of those that knew madison well, there's a sense of distance along with the joy ⏤ now, it's madison that feels like the foreigner, with taeri feeling more familiar and the other now more removed from her than she's ever known.

nevertheless, nostalgia triumphs all and it does her heart well to see alex here after all this time ⏤ it was almost as if he had dropped off the face of the earth after he moved away, a memory only known by name and the faint scar upon her calf that was caused by chasing him around the neighborhood as a child. she gives him a couple of nods followed with a "yeah!" at his recognition. there's some comfort in the fact that she still looks like herself even with the bottle blonde dye job and heavy eyeliner around her eyes.

it's easy to catch the color on his cheeks at her compliment, and the bashfulness that follows has her teeth sinking into the flesh of her lip as to not alarm him with a squeal. "no! like i wouldn't say you have a baby baby face, and you do look different. i swear to god i saw you around before but didn't know it was you because i wasn't used to seeing you as a ..." eyes blink as her hands spread out towards his direction, "a man, y'know? but you look good. and you still have those cheekies so that was kind of a dead giveaway," chuckling, taeri places an upon the table while her jaw rests upon a palm, enthralled at their conversation.

"i could say the same about you! but wait, that's why you moved? like, hearing it now it makes sense but as a kid it was like you were here and then you weren't and i was just like damn, alright i guess. i missed you a lot! we could have been freaky anomaly kids together maybe," she pouts at the news, though she only could imagine what he went through spouting an anomaly during the years of puberty. the body was already changing enough as is, but adding powers on top of that?

"so true, we are here now. i hope you realize that you're not getting rid of me so easily this time. i have ways of finding people, you know," she states amusedly while a placing a pair of fingers in front of her eyes, then casts them in his direction as if it were some type of warning, grin giving away her silliness. when the conversation shifts to her taeri's eyes widen, mind going through all the events that brought her up to this point. "you got a couple hours? no i'm kidding, but uh, to make a long story short ... turns out my dad wasn't actually my dad but raised me anyway, which i always thought because obviously," a finger circles around her face, "where is he here, right? but my actual dad found me in high school after i got suspended for kicking this girls ass because she was talking shit about emily," her younger sister, "and he was like 'american education is shit i work in korea come be with me you'll be better here' and like, i couldn't go to school anyway so i went and yeah. dude's apparently stupid loaded here and tries to act like he's more korean than me when he's not and it's weird? but it's whateverrrrr, i've been here for like ..." there's a pause a she uses her fingers to count mentally, "six... seven years now? so it's wild that we're only seeing each other now. have you always been in seoul?"

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she finds sanghyun enthralling; something about his reticent confidence that reduces her previous ( male ) affairs into simple boys in comparison. it's something about that hard stare that's reflected back in her own eyes when their gazes lock in a room, something refreshing in the way he's unafraid to convey that desire in a hook up culture where nonchalance is revered, carnality equally intertwined.

the forbidden nature of their indulgence makes it more intense in all fronts.

the brightly manicured nail of the thumb is fastened between her teeth as russet hues swipe over every bare slope and angle of of him, still within a reverie and regulating her breathing as her head lulls to the side, brazenly admiring the art he is before her. and yet what isn't said but already known hangs within the air like a premonition, knowing that this couldn't continue due to their positions within their respected clubs. conflict of interests and other bullshit jargon that really shouldn't matter in university, and probably wouldn't matter if either weren't so knee deep into their causes.

it's a thought that sobers, brings her back into reality, but sanghyun draws her right back into him, kissing her as if his lips weren't traversing her body every which way not that long ago, her hand moving to clutch his thigh hidden beneath the blanket when his direction lowers. he pulls away but she doesn't, goosebumps flaring at the sudden loss of heat while her eyelids flutter open. taeri meets his gaze as he speaks but the words aren't registering at the moment, not when images of her hooking a leg over his thighs and her fingers tangling in his hair while his back hits the mattress and she rides him all night long and ⏤

how does that sound? the roaring flames within the pit of her stomach is causing her brain to lag like an out of date computer, moments passing as she blinks at him before admitting unconsciously, "sounds awful," and she leans back, moving the blanket higher on herself as she removes her hand and attention away from sanghyun, "but it makes sense. public spaces only. we should probably stay at least and arms length away from each other at all times too. just ... y'know." and she's reminded of homecoming dances in new york where a teacher would pull gyrating teenage couples apart and tell them to make room for jesus. there's a quick exhale of her nose at the memory, though this feels akin to one of those times.

"oh, if i ever call you, you should probably ignore it? i like, have a habit of calling people when drunk, so. actually if you see me drunk anywhere you should probably just book it before i see you. which isn't super realistic but like ... drastic measures, i guess?"

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there's evidence everywhere. by the door, clothes strewn across the floor. they trace a path to the bed. pillows and covers half on the ground. sheet peeling off the mattress at one corner. fingerprints all over the headboard. it's in the air, in the tangles in his hair. sanghyun pulls the covers up, pulls them over her. outside, the sun is going down. for a moment, everything is gold.

he puts on his boxers and walks across the room to pour two glasses of water. sanghyun glances at her from afar, looks away before he says something he needs to say. one glass is drained before reaching the bed; both placed on a side table.

"i know," he says, his voice carrying a weight of understanding, as he climbs back into bed and gets under the sheets. he lies on his front, the blanket covering only half of him. "i shouldn't," he kisses her. it's nothing excited in his voice, even though he's smiling when he says it. he's only aware and wary and his lips somehow find the way to her neck all on their own and he pulls away. mindful, pragmatic, prudent, even though nothing about this is. this getting involved with someone from the school paper. this creating a crime scene, over and over and over, all this rolling around in it. his heart thrums in his chest—it hasn't stopped since he got there.

pulling away, his gaze fixes on her, gentle but unreadable; looking at her like he could watch her forever, like that there lies the problem. they should talk about it. he knows. there's just so much to do that doesn't involve talking at all. sanghyun takes a deep breath, hunkering down. "how about this?" let's try this again. "off limits. our rooms, closed doors, anything that even remotely resembles a coat closet, a storage area, or an enclosed space. how does that sound?"

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♡ : reflections backdated to a couple months ago

"alex?"

this isn't the first time taeri has come across him. that familiar frame has been regarded amongst the halls of sua before, but her anomaly did not grant her the power of superior vision or discernment on whether his familiarity was that of an old friend, or a misjudgment. he was too far to confirm, and the threat of abashment swallowing her whole if she were to approach him only to find it was a mistaken identity was enough to keep her at bay.

but her suspicions are confirmed in this moment as she crosses his path by pure happenstance in the library, searching for a vacant table to study ( see: update the curious current's social media while doomscrolling on her own ) at and finding the familiar frame hunched over his laptop at a lone table. gazing at him this range, he's recognizable yet distant ⏤ the young child that she ran around the her new york neighborhood with was still there, though his features have been chiseled out with age and time. still, there's a smile that blooms upon her face at his presence, a connection to a time of normalcy, and she unconsciously continues in english, "like, be so for real right now. is that you, alex?"

and before taeri even realizes it she's making herself home at his table, disregarding if there was another he was reserving the opposite seat from him ⏤ that was no longer important anyway. "oh my god what the hell ⏤ like i knew you moved to korea but i didn't think that you'd be like ⏤" as she motions wildly to him there's an almost piercing sshhh! shot their way at her raised volume, to which she rolls her eyes and continues whispering animatedly, "you'd be here out of all places! and you still look so adorable, aww! how have you been! what are you doing here? wait⏤ you're a fucking anomaly too?" and the emotions roll through her face like a movie screen while she speaks: astonishment, elation, a faint moment of pondering before awe once more.

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hiiiii ik i said this in tags earlier this week but again i'm so sorry for being non-existent for plotting ( and replies ) recently on both taeri and minjung! i applied for a new position at my job this week and they immediately booked first and second interviews back to back in office so dealing w all of that plus traffic had me super tired. 🫠 i may have plans tonight so if i don't get back to disc & ims today i will starting tomorrow as i thankfully have half the week off next week! tmi ik but all that to say i'm not ignoring anyone and i'll be getting back to everyone asap, and thank you for your patience 💕

also if you're cool w taeri leaking some mess about your muse to curious currents or if you want to plot and we haven't yet please lmk!!

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♡ : it's a bad idea, right? ⏤ featuring @rnaim

enter: yang taeri, a pep in her step and a caramel frappuccino clutched within a hand, swiveling her way into tutoring. despite the way blonde tendrils bounce against her oversized cardigan, the sprightly disposition she always carried on her person, she actually felt more ambivalent about having to take tutoring classes for korean. as if her mother and step-father didn't teach her well enough. as if her actual father, one that remained absent during all of her formative years, mysteriously knew better. as if her american accent was some sort of an embarrassment, despite the man being a some foreign american who assimilated due to his wealth and political status.

so it's easy to draw conclusions as to why she holds a deeply unserious approach to these classes. it's entirely more gratifying to watch the way yeonwoo's brows furrow and his expression twist and turn with her every quip, leading to the area being more combative than instructive. she should give him a break, taeri thinks, and not project her fucked up family dynamics onto a man just trying to do what he was hired to ⏤ and the notion is convincing for a couple of seconds. but then she concludes that is reserved for something outside of the classroom when he is just yeonwoo the stick in the mud, and not yeonwoo the stick in the mud who is also her tutor.

all of this to say: she doesn't want to be here.

so today, technically taeri is but technically she isn't. it's the clone who makes herself home in her seat the exact same way she would, who also takes a look at the board and almost instantaneously thinks i'm not reading that and makes a face in the same way she would. it is her, so she's not breaking any rules. kinda sorta. "how about," the woman starts, twirling the drink within her palm with a gleam within her eyes that openly state that she's about to be on some bullshit, "we don't do this today and like, go out instead or something. teach me what the korean words mean on the movie theater board. go over conjunctive adverbs at the mall. it's almost christmas! don't you have someone you need to shop for, or something?" her gaze doesn't leave him as she takes a sip from her drink afterward, even when knowing that her efforts will be futile in the end.

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heyyyyyy ( with the intention of getting you to plot with me ) this is a second muse so i hope you're interested in meeting miss yang taeri, because she likes to be everywhere at the same time! her profile is up here and anomaly here, below i'll give her background and some ideas for plots. please like this post and i'll come to you, or let me know if you prefer discord b/c i sure do!

yang taeri, 23, textile & fashion design major with self replication

ok now that that's out the way, she was bork in new york city, usa! went by the english name madison. her family did well for themselves because her dad was an it manager, but her mother was an anomaly with psychic powers and fully leaned into the occult. well known within the city and charged people for readings and what not. a controversial figure due to it, but people kept coming to her in an attempt to deal with lifes uncertainties.

not only to mention that taeri is the oldest out of 3 and looks nothing like her younger siblings. at all. only vaguely looks like her mom. like come on, as she grows up she knows she's mixed but it's not something that her parents bother talking about, with her or even each other, just settles as the constant elephant in the room. eventually she learns to stop asking.

but! taeri is cute and charming and not at all odd like her mother and so people just learn to ignore that part. she still gets invited to things and does well in school because she doesn't talk about her mom and people just know that she's not going to be like her.

but mom is right a lot of the times. like how she told her that she was an anomaly too but didn't specify more than that. she's seven in a martial arts class ( shoutout to dad ) when she gets kicked and an identical clone also gets thrown out of her. that's the first time that it happened in public, however. a couple of year before that she talked about having an imaginary friend, as most do, and thought that the replicas that she just ... pulled out of herself was imaginary. turns out they weren't.

anywho i'd like to believe that new york is more liberal-ish when it comes to anomalies so despite that, it doesn't effect her reputation too much. at least not yet.

fast forward to high school and she's class president, golden girl, sweetheart. the resentment has grown with her mother as she refuses to fit in and loves to put on a show, but she also uses her powers to help taeri excel too. she doesn't understand why her mom is still so kind to her even when she doesn't admit her existence outside of the house. it's a love hate thing that she can't exactly explain. her younger sister is a couple of years younger and they go to the same school, and has taken on her mothers ways. she overhears a cheerleader call her a 'fucking occultist' and she just. kind of sees red. she's pushing two other clones of herself and beats the girl's ass LOL, completely unexpected coming from her. it takes a couple of dudes from the football team to get them off of her too.

it also doesn't help that same week her mother sits her down and tells her the truth ⏤ that she's the product of a heated love affair between herself and a different man that left the country once she told him he was pregnant. or at least, she thought that was the case until he started writing you recently, showing a letter that's addressed to her. then it clicks why no one ever discussed anything with you.

lots of conflicting feelings as it turns out this is a man is a foreign diplomat currently in south korea. apologizes for what he's done and would like to get to know her. she tells her mother she isn't going, mother states that she'll end up there sooner than she thinks. it makes sense when taeri attempts to make up with the cheerleader and thankfully charges aren't pressed, but taeri does end up expelled and her reputation tanks. so, y'know, maybe a change of pace in korea isn't so bad after all.

she ends up moving to finish up her last two years of high school and realizes that this dude has moneyyyyy! upper class lifestyle, and a younger baby brother with his korean wife. adjusting to life in korea was hard as hell, especially because anomalies were looked down upon much more than in america. her actual father gives her a nullivi patch as he doesn't want to deal with her powers, and she's not fond of it but keeps her head down and plays along until she gets to sua. spends time w her dad on the weekends, he likes to have breakfast and he's very open to answering whatever questions she has.

which brings us to present day! she's a fashion major because it's the one true thing that she has a passion for, and eventually would like to work at a fashion house or start her own little boutique.

uses the patch for classes only / when told to, but otherwise you may catch her around multiple places around campus at once. she wants to know everything!

joined curious currents because she's nosy as hell and can't put her fucking camera down, and considering she's minoring in marketing it made sense for her to be the social media manager. very bubbly with them but not in your face.

and in terms of plots here's some i can think of off the top of my head:

childhood friends? anyone from new york? probably somewhat of a long shot but could be nice

roommates! red hall girlies! very much the type to try to do things w the other girls in the communal areas and loves the ~sisterhood~ and what not

i need her to have a fat ass crush on someone. very much dreamy sighs and doodling their name on class notes, liking all social media posts. can absolutely be one sided or not!

a bad influence! someone who thinks she's too much of a goodie two shoes and she would like to prove them wrong

you keep running into her and think that it's simply coincidence when in reality! it's not, she keeps sending her clones in your direction to get information / tea from you. are you weirded out? find it annoying? sorry, there's something about you that interests her ( or she finds you sus ) and she's just trying to help out the newspaper, y'know?

she likes to think that she's your guardian angel, watching over you and helping you when needed

cousins? maybe from her ( actual ) father's wife side ( so by marriage ) who had no idea that she existed until now

people who think she's fake! that she's putting on an act for attention

party friends because you know that she's always at all the events and needs someone to enjoy them with

sexual tension? a will they won't they situation of sorts?

and the usual stuff of friends, exes, and everything in between! really i'm down for anything ~

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“just because you are 𝙨𝙤𝙛𝙩 doesn't mean you are not a 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙘𝙚.              honey and wildfire are 𝙗𝙤𝙩𝙝 the colour gold.”

𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐀𝐄𝐑𝐈 ⏤ twenty three, third year fashion design major / self-replication

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