#bexsua

[beseira]

discounts makes me smile

seira didn’t shop often, things were simply too expensive and being a barista doesn’t exactly make you rich. seira loved shopping, with her whole heart, but the money were not in her pocket. majority of seira’s money went to food and rent, a small part of it to other stuff and some to save. seira had saved up money, and upon hearing of the event and the discounts, she figured she could use some of the money she had.

she finds herself with fellow friend sua, a smile sitting on her lips. “it seems like they’re going around interviewing people about love and such” seira says as she looks around, seira herself had never even had a crush before (yes she had, she just didn’t know it was a crush) so she didn’t know much about that. “i’m here for the discounts though” she adds, “wanna go around and look? i’m so excited with all these discounts” and the smile on her lips grow.

sending it to... @bexsua

[bejordan]

˖✩ — ( @bexsua )

the last few weeks had been very intense for the young male; intense with very disappointing results as for that matter. although he was somewhat free of stress, the idea of jewlery shopping would change his mood for the better. he had planned on replacing a few accessories for a while now, but never gave himself the chance to do so. now, he was able to reward himself of the opportunity with a new friend by his side.

𝐉𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐀𝐍 thought a jewlery making shop would be the best for the duo to have a relaxing day — especially since they both share the same interest for their love of jewlery.

after their arrival to the shop and being greeted by the employees, they were then taken to a table. there were accessories and everything you could name available to let your mind roam free on the jewlery piece of your choice. it was definitely 𝐉𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐀𝐍’s happy place and hope 𝐒𝐔𝐀 would enjoy it just as much.

“places like this full of cool jewlery will always leave your pockets very angry but it’s always so satisfying being here.” he joked.

[bejoomi]

* ♪ – quiet when i'm coming home, and i'm on my own

joomi doesn't know if it's better or worse that he still sees jinyoung every day.

it might be worse. somehow, going home with him most days for just a couple months was enough to become something he has to unlearn. some part of him still waits, at the end of every training day, to not have to go home alone.

there's something exhausting about it: the constant expectation and disappointment of going home by himself. when he gets home it's almost always dark, sua in her room, whether she's asleep or awake doing something. he usually just takes a shower and goes straight to bed these days; he needs at least an hour to stare blankly at his ceiling before he can manage to get any sleep. he stays as late as he can at training, too, so desperate to postpone the reality of sleeping alone for as long as he can.

it's pathetic. that's how joomi feels: pathetic. even knowing why jinyoung is distant – even understanding it, he's still pathetic. he's still pining and sad and he thinks he would be fine if he could just hold his hand again. he doesn't even need to fall asleep with him like he used to. he'll take anything.

it's just that he can't help but think about him when he's trying to fall asleep alone. he's being dramatic. he tells himself that over and over, but still can't shake the feeling of being so completely and utterly alone. he tries to remind himself: even if he doesn't have jinyoung, he has the dead calm boys, and ren and dohyun, and other friends that matter to him, but...at the end of the day he's still alone. he's always been alone. it's nothing new, and he was fine for years by himself. why is it different now?

he thinks of that night after next gen, when jinyoung tried to bake away his emotions and they awkwardly sat on the couch together with cupcakes in the oven, and he asked him if he could hold his hand. joomi said something then, about how in his saddest moments, he would've really liked someone to hold his hand. maybe that's it, then: two months of always having someone to hold his hand like he always wanted, without knowing he always wanted it. now that it's gone, he feels it.

tonight, it's like an extra weight on his chest, crushing. he stares at his ceiling and doesn't know if he's ever felt so empty or so stupid. somehow, closing his eyes makes it worse. he can't breathe, and he feels like the only person alive in the entire world. he sits up in his bed, hoping that will fix something. it doesn't.

i don't want to be alone, he thinks to himself. ren or dohyun would probably be fine with him calling them and going over, but he feels bad, and he doesn't want to take a fucking train or bus at fuck-o-clock in the morning while on the verge of an emotional breakdown.

sua is here, though. god, he doesn't want to bother her, but he also feels physically incapable of laying here by himself any longer. so he slips out of bed and out of his room, then just sort of awkwardly stands there in the hall outside.

he could just sleep on the sofa instead. that sounds slightly less terrible, but he really just wants to sit with someone. he doesn't know if he even wants to talk. he just wants a concrete reminder that he isn't alone in this world.

he runs over what to say in his head, and stands outside of sua's bedroom door for far too long. eventually, he gathers the courage to open it.

"sua..." he calls. "i'm, um...kinda going through something right now...and i just...don't want to be alone, i think. will you just...come sit with me for a while?" he is so pathetic. he trusts sua, though; he doesn't think she'll say no.

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[eunbinbe]

˙ ˖ ✧ — @bexsua

it wasn't eunbin's goal to get internet famous or even win these waterbomb tickets (she had already gotten a free pair from a friend), but the challenge sounded like a fun idea to get her body moving even when she wasn't cheering, and who else would she want to share this experience with other than sua?

it had taken a little convincing, but when the other was finally on board, eunbin couldn't have been more than ecstatic. "i took a look at some of the challenges already posted, and the moves really aren't that hard," she explained before scrolling through her phone to show her friend a few.

"see? i think we can both pull it off easily, and we'll look super cute while doing so!" eunbin let out what sounded closer to a squeal before looking up at sua with excitement filled in her eyes. "what do you say? you're still up for it, right?"

[behaein]

˙ ˖ ✧ — @bexsua

"thanks for joining me. i really needed this day off."

with that, haein let out a sigh before slightly leaning her head onto the other's shoulder. ever since she had become a trainee, haein found herself lost in her own thoughts. while she was one step toward her goal, she also found herself feeling sort of stuck. this time around felt a lot different from her last time as a trainee.

maybe it was the mere fact that she was indeed training at a different company, or maybe it was because, this time around, it was pretty apparent that she wasn't the most skilled trainee, but something felt a little suffocating. so when she had asked sua to join her on this sunday outing, she couldn't help but feel relieved when sua had said yes.

"have you ever been to an arcade like this before? there's so much to do, and it's really good for relieving your stress. i don't know how many times i've played wack-a-mole!" haein had suggested the arcade first, and while she did think sua would have fun at the place, it was also because she knew she'd be able to let loose and have fun herself.

[besana]

in pelican town ;

starter for @bexsua !

sana checks her bag before leaving the apartment, making sure she has everything she needs. she and sua are planning on just hanging out and playing stardew today, but there's always a chance they'll decide to do a random stream together or just switch to a different game, so sana has both her laptop and her switch, as well as their respective and her little bag of what she calls the miscellaneous stuff -- a spare hdmi cord, phone charger, her spare joy cons, things like that. she's pretty laid back about most things, but she takes gaming seriously. she doesn't want to have a craving for mario kart and not have enough controllers or something.

she makes her way to sua's place, all her various electronics packed carefully in her backpack and her headphones in. she just has all her liked songs on shuffle, like she usually does when she can't decide what she wants to listen to, and she entertains herself with the wild difference that comes from having cherish, b.e.t, and other kpop groups on the same playlist as anime openings, taylor swift, and fall out boy. she does mouth the words along to basically every song, though, making her wonder if the reason she's so bad at school is because her brain is too full of random lyrics.

she finally arrives at sua's and knocks, bouncing on her feet even as the door opens. "ready for some stardew?" she asks her friend, grinning widely as she puts her headphones in her pocket.

[bechaerin]

✦ * ·  ˚ @bexsua

due to the nature of her changed schedule, chaerin has found herself dedicating less and less time to art. it was hard to find the time while she was juggling her very last semester and being an idol trainee. it was even harder to try to get out of certain schedules with her peers because the latter was still a secret to the world. 

that’s why she valued this time she managed to squeeze in with sua. it was a one-day art class that the younger had signed them up for. initially, she wasn’t too sure about it because why would she attend one? but the more she thought about it, the more she realized that she needed some relaxation time, and this was perfect.

taking a look at her canvas and then the others, she couldn’t help but chuckle at how different their art styles were. “that’s a nice use of colors you got there,” she threw out before tilting her head at her own work. they were given a common topic to draw, but it was interesting to see how sua interpreted it compared to herself. “i don’t think i would have ever thought to use such a combination.”

[beyejun]

part of the family.

@bexsua

this is good for me, yejun tells himself for the fiftieth time in the last hour, or at least he's pretty sure it's been that many times. he sorta started losing count. he loves music. he loves being on stage, he loves making sound with his own hands and voice, he loves the sheer emotion they can put into words and melodies that explain sensations beyond what the lips can manage in normal conversation. since the disolving of dead calm, there's been a void in yejun's life that he didn't quite know how to re-fill. what's a band without jung joomi in it? even their shared eat schmidt days weren't so bad as long as they were together. it's weird to play music without him now.

that, and joining a band with ahyoung was probably the worst idea that yejun has ever had. not that she let him say no anyway, he really didn't have a choice. but her abrupt personality and utter lack of care for anyone else's feelings... well, it's hard.

at least he has sua here. he had always joked that he liked joomi's roommate better than him and it's true that they're good friends. not that he means to put any burden on her, but maybe she'll be his 'new joomi', the person who keeps him sane when his world is crashing down around him as it so often does. he's been sad around sua before, at least. that's how they met; yejun crumbling on a blind date he was not ready to go on after his breakup. he needed a friend, and sua was able to provide that.

"i'm gonna quit," he complains to her during a moment where ahyoung has left the room to do who knows what. his threat is an empty bluff, but he continues anyway. "tell ahyoung i broke both my hands and my music career is over. otherwise i feel like she'll break my kneecaps or something and i still need to be able to get to all those classes i hate." he sighs; he has a backpack full of statistics textbooks he needs to read later tonight. it doesn't get much worse than this. "maybe i need to fake my death, actually. you wouldn't tell her, right?"

[bejaehyun]

@bexsua

as jaehyun walks into the pc bang, it truly was a sight to behold. with the confidence and comfort of a regular, he threw a charming smile to the coworkers of sua manning the counter, nudging his glasses up while not missing the way they eye his fingers. worked like a charm every time.

"is sua getting changed? can I get my usual while I wait," he asks with a tilt of his head, hoping that the senior would tell any potential new employees that didn't know jaehyun the ropes. after all he did come here to leech off his friend's employee discount.

a quick affirmative later and he taps out with a quick thanks, finding himself strolling up to his usual seat with headphones already slung around his neck as he boots up the pc. now he just had to wait for sua to pop up.

[ahyoungbe]

* (UN)CONSTRUCTIVE CRITICISM

ahyoung often runs into problems. that's a good general vague statement that could be true of anyone, but especially her. maybe more accurately, she often causes problems. she hasn't done anything this time, though, and actually, that's exactly the problem.

she really wants to be part of a band. the thing is, she doesn't want to put the work in to make one herself, and none of the people in bands that she knows will let her into theirs. their loss, as far as she's concerned. she knows, in her heart, that it would probably be more fun in the end to start something herself, playing music with a group of people that she's sure she actually likes, or that at least don't suck, but god. ahyoung hates putting work in. she would much rather be making an over-elaborate meme right now.

instead, she's with sua, which honestly isn't a bad thing. she likes sua! they're friends! and more importantly, sua was receptive to the idea of starting a band when ahyoung randomly floated it by her. ahyoung thinks a girl band would be really cool, but she thinks it would be even better if she could get sua to do most of the work in pulling people together and managing everything.

"okay, so, i think yejun is in to play drums for us. actually, you should talk to him and fully convince him because he never listens to me," ahyoung says, over her apartment's tiny dinner table and a pile of halloween candy she convinced her mother to ship to her from california. she's happy to share with sua.

"i guess if we actually wanna do this we have to find somebody that can sing, though. wait, can you sing? i mean, i can sing, but i don't really wanna be a frontman. i'm way more pete wentz than patrick stump." will sua even get that reference?

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[noelxbe]

rollercoasters don't scare me

noel enjoys roller coasters, or at least he used to, he hadn’t been on one in quite the while. noel had had fun on roller coasters when he lived in canada, the family would go to an amusement park here and there, but though korea too had amusement parks and they’d been living in the country for around five years, they hadn't gone to any amusement park here in korea. upon seeing the ride here in the halloween market, noel was quick to decide he wanted to join, and though he was alone today, that surely didn’t scare him.

he was forced to sit next to a stranger ( @bexsua ), not that he minded, he was sure he’d have fun anyways, but when the rides goes up, noel realizes perhaps that love for roller coasters he once had, had been hidden away. he doesn’t realize his actions, but when it’s gets more wild than he expected it to, he’s suddenly clinging onto the stranger’s arm beside him like a baby koala, no scream, but definitely fear within him.

[bexmatt]

meow meow

matt and his grandmother was very obviously very different. he’d picked up the phone when she called, ‘soo is missing’ she told him, her cat was missing, but her voice sounded the same as always. it only got worse when matt asked how long the cat had been missing, to which she responded ‘maybe around half a day’ “maybe” had that cat lived with matt then he’d be panicking after five minutes. he dropped everything he was doing, quickly showing up at his grandmother’s house. ‘are you hungry?’ she asked, did she not care for the situation? of course at last it ended with his grandmother sitting in front of the tv while eating cookies and matt going out to search for the cat.

he knows it wanders off often (except when matt is there, then he doesn’t let her escape). “soo!” he calls once again, oh that poor cat, what if it’s stuck in a tree or bush or oh god… “soo!”. it’s only been five minutes of him looking, but he’s feeling stressed like it’s been hours. “sorry! have you seen my cat? her name is soo, she’s black and has white spots and” oh man, could that cat please return.

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KWON SUA - WATERBOMB 2024

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[bejoomi]

* ♪ – her majesty

maybe impulse adopting a cat while sad out of his mind isn't the best idea, but joomi doubts he'll ever regret it.

he had a miserable night with jinyoung in lime's dorms and not with him, as expected, and a miserable morning waking up alone today. sua, to her credit, has been the best roommate and friend he could possibly ask for at this time. neither of them had anything to do today, for better or worse, so joomi requested sua play mario party with him while he wrapped himself in a blanket burrito on the couch and sniffled pathetically off and on. they didn't talk about anything - didn't talk much at all, really, but it was nice to not be alone, and to do something that could be fun under the right circumstances.

he couldn't help but think about her, though: biscuit, the majestic, grumpy old lady of a cat at the cat cafe he and jinyoung first met at. they fought back then - enough for jinyoung to hate him for months after that - due in part to joomi trying to gain biscuit's trust for weeks, only for her to like jinyoung instantly. they went and visited her again last sunday, on jinyoung's last free sunday before moving into the lime dorms.

ever since then, the thought of adopting her has been in the back of his mind, but over the course of the morning, a fleeting desire turns into a practical need to bring biscuit into his life for good. he randomly asks sua if they can get a cat. she agrees, and next thing they know they're getting a bunch of cat supplies, and joomi is filling out biscuit's adoption papers at the cat cafe, and biscuit is in her little cat carrier on her way home with them.

it eventually leads them to now: all of the biscuit essentials™ set up in joomi's bedroom, biscuit herself included. ideally, the litter box would not be in his room, but he read that it's best to get cats adjusted to a new home one room at a time. the other option was the bathroom, but joomi didn't want to leave her alone for too long and if she didn't want to leave the bathroom for the first few days that would've been pretty inconvenient.

biscuit is, understandably, very cautious when she's first unleashed upon their apartment. it's an entirely new environment. she was at the cat cafe for at least three years, if not longer.

"i think you'll like it better here, biscuit," joomi assures her as she carefully explores his room, paying little mind to him and sua. that doesn't come as much of a surprise to joomi, honestly. "it'll be a lot quieter. you can sleep in a comfy bed all day...no kids trying to pull your tail anymore...it'll be great, i promise."

he dumps a few of her favorite treats out of the bag they bought today into a tiny pile beside him, then tosses the bag to sua so she can do the same, and try to beg biscuit for attention like joomi did for so long. "these are the treats jinyoung brainwashed her to like him before me with," he jokingly informs her. "but once i bought my own and started using them, she liked me too, so i guess he was on to something."

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[benora]

✏️

𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐁𝐀𝐃 𝐃𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒. i know they say there's greener grass for me, it's never about that the second i get bored, i switch it up makin' bad decisions based on temporary thoughts. — bea miller.

a brisk breeze, one that tickles at soft cheekbones, flushed with a mix of natural heat and patchy rouge. it's late, the moon high as the world rages on, the end of the week bringing forth party-goers and troublemakers alike, but nora doesn't feel like wagging war against the mundane alongside the rest.

not anymore.

"can you get in the fucking car, already!?"

sua is as loud as ever.

as usual, nora doesn't listen— legs pathetically trudging on, thighs shaking gently due to the nights exhaustion ( heels were a nuisance, especially when dancing for hours on end, but god did they make her legs look even better than they already were ), nora willfully chooses to ignore the other, pace constant as she continues her walk of shame. deep down, she's embarrassed, of course she is. what girl wouldn't be after finding out she's been made a fool of?

it's a reality of her own making, signs ignored in favor of indulgence and pleasure, whispers of continued infidelity overlooked thanks in part to empathetic tendencies and willfully ignorance. nora had thought she could be the one to change him, the one to make him see the error of his ways, confidence and grandeur for what she thought they could be clouding her better judgment.

sua had called her out on her bullshit almost immediately. nora hadn't listened.

"nora!"

the aforementioned flinches, only if slightly, lower lip beginning to tremble minutely as she pushes herself further, clicking heels echoing throughout the otherwise silent night as suas car continues to trail alongside her. she feels on edge, hot and cold all at the same time as she wraps her arms around herself that much tighter, but nora knows she can only hold strong for so long.

sua is, after all, just as stubborn as nora.

"if i have to ask again—"

"shut up!"

noras outburst surprises even her, resolve finally crumbling before the one person she swore to never hurt in front of. she sounds broken, frail in a way that's foreign to her own ears, the sound causing bile to form at the base of her throat. nora has always been strong, confident, a mirror before someone like sua, a personality so similar that it was more often than not the cause for arguments, and nora feels her shame grow. "if i get in that car—" though measured, there's no masking the way her voice trembles, words strong whilst her tone showcases nothin but despair. "the ride back to the dorms is to be silent. i don't want hear anything from you right now— not an i told you so, or an i saw this coming, or even i tried to warn you. nothing, because anything you might have to say to me is what i've had already replying in my head from the very moment i walked out of that fucking party!"

silence, tear-stung heat upon noras pale cheeks, and what follows is the audible unlocking of suas car doors.

for a moment, nora is still.

then, she grasps desperately at suas passenger door handle.

[beminseok]

✏️

WAKE ( e—bow ) / * i never thought i’d get this close ‘cause you’re so beautiful.

( tw for : implied death, murder, blood. )

it’s a marriage that never sees the light. or, rather. minseok and sua’s love — never sees the light. not when they’ve dragged each other down, hand—in—hand, buried six—feet deep with a loose prayer to meet in the next life under different, better circumstances.

❪ THE STORY OF STAR—CROSSED LOVERS PUT EVEN ROMEO AND JULIET TO SHAME. ❫

it starts off with a simple glance during a banquet held in the honor of the king and queen. it lingers on one another for longer than it should, longer than either had intended — traces of focus snapping away with the announcement to the lot of future endeavors, cheers cascading across the room. minseok is silent with his joy, instead, his eyes scan amongst the crowd for the girl he’d just been observing, only catching a glimpse of the pearl—silk dress from the corner of the door that inevitably leads towards the garden of the palace. and as if second nature, the duke follows suit.

minseok meets sua where the statue of aphrodite lies and where the stars gaze upon them. the noble of which had been rumored to be cold, and distant — melts in the presence of the girl; in spite of her iciness that matches him in equal measure. he’ll marry her at the cost of everything, he swears. a duke from an esteemed house, and a duchess that hails from a family carrying the ghosts of many. may they be together in life and death.

❪ YOU LOVE EACH OTHER, YOU DO. AND HERE’S THE TRAGEDY ﹕ IT’S NOT ENOUGH. ❫ jin minseok gets what he wants. except, everything begins to crack and fall apart when the engagement of two settles deep into bones. two halves of the same whole, and yet. neither minseok or sua are saints. the truth is, minseok is paying for the sins of sua; her angel—blessed hands tainted by violent reds and a darkness that simmers beneath ribcage.

there’s a familiar shade of crimson that pours from the blade—wound to abdomen, seeping through the cracks of his fingers and staining the carpet. sua is bleeding the same way as he is, minseok has noticed. this is the closest he’s ever been to sua. but. were they not in one another’s arms just a moment ago? vowing to love one another for eternity through tears? betrayal tastes bitter, inorganic. through gritted teeth, and a fist clenched around the sword to wedge it further into bodies entangled with each other, a promise is made to the wife that almost was.

* I’LL LET YOU DRAG ME TO HELL IF IT MEANS YOU’LL HOLD MY HAND.