#wy:start

[wyhoseok]

{ open au starter - multiple replies encouraged! }

To say that he is lost is an understatement. Barely a day into being away from the school that’s his second home, Hoseok hasn’t had much time to adjust to the gigantic castle that makes up Hogwarts. It’s not like Ilvermorny is any smaller, but the unfamiliarity really causes his anxiety levels to rise. Brown eyes are wide as he’s trying to look for any signs (not that he expects there to be any, but a boy can hope), until he rounds a corner and barely manages to avoid walking into another person. “S-Sorry--” He stammers, despite no harm being done. The brunet licks his lips and nervously tugs at his sleeve. “I’m, uh... I think I’m a bit lost. Technically. Because I guess I was, ah... ex-exploring. Um...” He awkwardly trails off, unable to look the other in the eye. “Do-- Do they sell maps or some-something?”

[darlingahreum]

OPEN TO ALL 

It was already too late when Ahreum realized that she shouldn't have drunk that much alcohol. It was too strong despite her high tolerance for the alcohol. Club Mute was packed and she's not sure where her friends have gone nor does she care. She met a couple of people who has offered her some drinks but then this one guy offered her a glass of cosmopolitan and her vision became a blur not long after she drank the alcohol. The guy was saying something but Ahreum was too busy trying to stay sober to even understand what he's saying. 

“I should go.” She says with a slur in her tone, grasping on the bar stool as she forces herself to stand up. “No, stay a bit longer.” He said, watching her with that sly grin on his face. She hums as she shook her head, grabbing her designer purse from the counter. “Nah~ I don't know you and I don't like you. So, I'm going.” Her honesty brings a scowl on his face, grabbing her wrist and pulling her. “Yah. You're not going anywhere.” He says, but she still tries to pull away from him. “Let go of me!” Ahreum knew she was drunk or was it because there was something in her drink. There was no time to contemplate things, but she felt weaker as time passes by. 

Thankfully for her, someone pulls her away from the male. Caught in a daze, she clutches her head and mumbles something inaudible. The person held her close and the blaring music was masking whatever they were saying. The only thing she caught was when they asked if she was okay. Her reply was a slow shake of her head, feeling suffocated by the loud music and the crowd.

[wyxshin]

“Listen, just because I have a car and I'm a nice person, means you can call me up at 2 in the morning to pick you up and drive you to McDonald's.” Shin says with a heavy sigh. He couldn't turn them down for whatever reason. 

Maybe because the idea of eating unhealthy food at 2 am sounded so tempting. It's Friday night and he should be drinking at a bar right now, getting free drinks by just complimenting some people. 

“Are you listening to me right now?” He glances towards the other, raising an eyebrow. His car smells like fries and regret. There was no way he'd ignore his own share of unhealthy snacks but it doesn't mean he won't be regretting his decisions when it's time to work out. 

“I can't believe I even listened to you in the first place. I've only been here for two months! How can you trust me to drive around at night!?”

[squishemcheeks-blog]

open for everyone !

“I heard the pumpkin pasties is really delightful.”

“Can we ask sensei to go to Three Broomsticks?”

“I really want to see Zonko’s Joke Shop!”

“I just want to see the Whomping Willow.” Riino sighed, playing with the mashed potatoes on her plate, not even had an appetite to finish it. Juno, her tuxedo cat, comfortably lays on Riino’s lap, purring softly as her free hand scratches his neck. “But you know, it’s dangerous to be around that tree?” Her friend chirped, looking worried at Riino; sometimes, her curiosity leads her to dangerous situations, just like how she got trapped in Mahoutokoro’s underground basement because there are rumours about a silver-snake creature lies underneath the palace.

“It’s just a tree, guys— Juno!” Riino was about to start a long paragraph about how Whomping Willow intrigued her curiosity and how she can approach that tree without getting harmed until Juno jumped from her lap, having his own mind to wander around the new environment in Hogwarts.

“Juno, don’t you dare to run on your own!” Riino exclaimed, hopefully there will be a kind soul to help her catch the running plump cat.

[wyhaeun]

    ━  › anyone ‹ ━ ☽ :    › The sky opens up, waterfall of rain drenching her to the bone before she even has the sense of mind to peer around for an umbrella. There’s no time for convenience store runs or ducking inside for some much needed shelter. › › She’s like a mop, soaking the water before she gets a chance to duck beneath the overhang of a nearby cafe. She’s soaked to the bone, teeth clattering ━ the only thing dripping with more ferocity than her is her scowl.         Sudden rain brings forth sudden encounters, watching as someone exits the store behind her and pops open an umbrella. A bite of the lip and tilt of her head, quiet smile lifting the corners of her lips from their grimace.          ‘I’m sorry to bother you but can I tuck under there with you?’ She tucks her hair behind her ear, tries to make herself seem smaller, ‘I just need to make it to the bus stop.’

[wyjieun]

OPEN TO ALL Multiple responses welcome

Jieun has been working at Millennial’s Cut for eight years now, having spent the first four years sweeping floors before she finally got promoted to hairdresser once she graduated high school. A few months ago, she had even been offered the position of manager, as their last one had quit. She knew the place like the back of her hand, the routines having become as natural to her as breathing. A lot of the days felt the same, they kind of blurred into each other, but despite of that, Jieun wasn’t bored of her job. She absolutely loved it — she loved being able to chit chat with all the customers, finding it entertaining to hear about all the drama in their lives, and most of all, she loved the way their faces lit up once they saw the finished result. Jieun’s work gave her life meaning, and that’s what’s important to her. 

At the moment, Jieun was placing out new hair products on shelves, making sure the presentation looked clean and simple, but professional. The salon was empty, and she was the only one at work, having opened it for business only ten minutes ago. Her first appointment of the day was still 2 hours away, but she was always open for last minute drop-in clients. Just as she finishes placing the last bottle of shampoo, the bell on the door rings, signaling the arrival of a possible customer. Jieun quickly turns to welcome them, a bright smile adorning her face. “Welcome to Millennial’s Cut! How may I help you today?” 

[wynamki]

                  he  could  always  tell  when  they  were  new.  maybe  it  was  just  his  own  weird  superpower or  maybe  it  was  just  because  they  all  seemed to  give  off  the  same  vibe  whenever they  stepped  into  his  club.  leaning  against the  bar,  his  gaze  wandered around  a  bit  more,  enjoying the  sight  of  a  full  club  –  the  pride  of  any  club  owner. the  music  was  particularly  good  this  evening, the  new  dj  he  had  hired  was  already  more  than  pulling his  weight  as  he  weaved the  music  into  an  infectious string  of  beats  that  kept  most  people pumped  and  on  the  dance  floor.  

                   before  he  knew  it,  his  eyes  were  landing once  again  on  the  newcomer that  he’d  spotted a  few  moments again,  the  slightest of  smiles  spreading onto  his  lips  as  he  waited  to  see  if  the  other  would  notice his  gaze;  a  hand  lifting to  motion  them  over  and  shoo  away  a  few  lingering  people to  make  space  at  the  edge  of  the  bar,  hoping  to  make  it  clear  that  he’d  like  them  to  come  over  towards  him.  ( — open! )

[wybongchul]

[ open+ ]

…━━━ ╯ he’s absolutely braised; his eyes are glassy, reeking of alcohol, this is why he doesn’t drink without his partner there to scoop him up off of the ground afterwards. taehyun was busy, so he decided to go out drinking alone. what a gigantic mistake that turned out to be (bongchul making a mistake? WOW shocking). he stumbles and giggles at himself, straightens his shirt primly as if he wasn’t a bumbling, drunken mess. and then ━ damn, the ground is moving beneath his feet, and he teeters, falling into someone. both hands gripping anything he can reach, an arm (he thinks) in front of him. “thanks hyungie…” he mutters, attempting to push himself closer, squeeze them together as long as the floor’s still spinning; his partner came through again. “yah, wait.” he squints. “you aren’t tae━ who are you, dude?” he speaks informally (thick daegu accent too) and despite the stunning realization that this is in fact, not taehyun, his fingers don’t unwind from their grip on the strangers bicep.

[wymuyeol-blog]

The night, cold only in temperature, put a buzzing warmth into his heart - or was that the beer? He, like plenty of others, enjoyed the beach-side fireworks only with his favorite restaurant’s beer and fried chicken combo. Except he ate alone, enjoying his solitude and the hellish spice in the midst of explosions, chaotic children, and the already stumbling adults. Colors flashed across the night sky and the black ocean alike, and he stood near the back of the crowd waiting for something (or nothing) to happen. Turns out, he need not wait long.

Like dominoes, one person collided into another. The dense crowd moved like a wave and he soon felt someone step on the back of his heels, elbow him accidentally, and spill the beer from his cup. Nearly full, the beer splashed onto his shirt and onto those unfortunately close by; he cursed beneath his breath, clutching onto what was most important - the chicken. “Whoa, excuse me” he snapped, spitefully. 

[wystardust]

{Open}

A steady breath parted their lips as the redhead scanned over the books on the shelf. Long, thin, ring clad fingers trailed along the spines of each copy, boredom splayed across their features as they attempted to focus on the words in front of them. What had Stardust even come in here looking for again? Surely it had been something important.

The spiritual advisor didn’t frequent bookstores, or well, anywhere that held books to be entirely frank. As they aged, their attention span grew shorter and shorter and it became more and more difficult for the twenty-two-year-old to focus on words on a page before they all began to run together.

It was a real shame, though, because Star remembered very clearly being the type to find a nice spot in a tree and lose themselves in the fictitious worlds that lie in these bound pages. What had changed?

“Don’t you just hate the quiet?” Star said a bit abruptly. That was, of course, their general fashion. They had never really been one to understand that there was a time and a place for their particularly screechy voice—their mother had once made a comment equating their tones to that of nails on chalkboards—and spoke with abandon.

Slightly widened eyes finally shifted from the shelves to their companion. “My ears I don’t think can handle this sort of thing. What about yours? I know everyone seems to have their own personal preference, but I really do just think that everyone would be a bit better off with some sort of noise to break up all of the darned silence. Makes my eye all foggy.” A painted nail tapped the space between their brows signaling that they didn’t quite mean the eyes that stared down this poor person, but rather the eye that saw through them.

[wyjihan]

Feeling the presence of another in the quiet library space, Jihan's eyes rose from his books. "No, I don’t work here. And no, I don’t know where you can find--” A grimace soon formed once he sensed movement, features becoming strained as the other began to make themselves right at home. “--WAIT. Why are you sitting down? Can’t you see I’m busy?”

[darlingahreum]

[ OPEN AU STARTER ; multiple replies are very much welcomed c: ]

To be a prefect, was to carry out the responsibility that most students can't carry. But of course, some students are ungrateful for them. Ahreum knew this wasn't a job for everyone and she didn't understand why she had to do such things that the Head Boy and Head Girl can do themselves. Did they think they were any better than the normal prefects? 

Unbelievable. 

Ahreum carries a box filled with unused decorations. Taking them back to the storeroom on the third floor like one of the professors asked her to. She could've used a spell so she didn't have to carry the box on her own but it wasn't too heavy for her, so she decided to simply carry it. Heading up the stairs, some troublemakers were running down and bumps into the Ravenclaw Prefect on accident. Ahreum slips and falls down, falling on her side as she tried to protect the box. 

“Oww.. fuck.” She could swear she fractured a rib or two on her left side. The students responsible for her injury murmurs something and runs off, obviously avoiding getting house points taken. “Hey! Ah..-!” Clutching the left side of her ribs. She was in pain and she breaks into a cold sweat when she couldn't move without feeling the stinging pain all over her body. She'll have to report this incident to the professors. 

In a daze, Ahreum tries to get back up on her feet when someone suddenly helps her out. “Thank you.” The prefect mutters softly, hissing in pain. “W-Would you mind helping me walk to the Hospital Wing, maybe?”

[wykyungcheol]

Open.

It’s too close, no personal space left between the two of them. But what can he do about it? 

The bus at lunch is packed full of people, seated, standing, hanging onto the handles and propped into open spaces. Most standing are younger, letting elderly have the seats but not all. He was one of the lucky ones left without a seat, the brim of his baseball cap pulled down as he faces the far window, trying to ignore the burning sensation to speak. This isn’t the time to speak, Kyung-cheol, you’ll just make things too awkward.

One minute he goes without looking at the person hovering next to him, inches away, so close they’re nearly sharing warmth on his October afternoon bus-ride; he can feel the body heat, smell their natural scent. Why was the bus so crowded? His elbow taps against their shoulder and he tilts a step off kilter when the wheels catch a bump. 

Almost knocks directly into the stranger but he catches himself, a laugh that’s all air exhaling and no sound leaving his lips. “Sorry,” he mutters. They’re still too damn close. Speaking makes it worse, you’re supposed to pretend you don’t notice how jam packed everyone is, aren't you?

He leans into them to steady himself as another bump brings everyone jostling around, gently nudging him closer. “It’s cozy isn’t it?” An attempt to joke. When in doubt make a flirty joke, that’s his motto. Might as well stick to his guns as long as he’s in this situation, nearly hugging a perfect stranger on the subway.

[wyukiyo-blog]

I’m ruined... Ruined! (/Ukiyo sat down and sobbed on a curb with her face buried into her hands) There’s no coming back from this... I’m going to be disowned... I might be sleeping with the cute little fishies... Oh! But there’s sharks too! (/her sobbing turned into an unfortunately humorous wailing reminiscent of a whale’s call)

[jaetonic-blog]

→Most nights would be loud and very busy, but Jaewon had the day off. He wasn’t used to his nights being so quiet. Any time he could, he would prefer going in to work. He wasn’t sure why, but being home alone in his apartment wasn’t an option today. Instead he sat down on the concrete sidewalk and stared out at the sandy beach just a few inches away. A heavy sigh spilled past Jaewon’s lips, suddenly feeling lonely. He reached into his pocket, taking out the unopened pack of cigarettes he bought before coming down to the beach. It’s been a little over two months since he last smoked and despite doing so well keeping away from it, he felt the temptation of starting back up. Don’t do it, Jaewon. These words whispered in his head, another heavy breath spilling as he would stuff the small box back into his pocket. “Why bother even buying a pack if I’m not even going to smoke?” he spoke to himself before bouncing up on his feet. His arms crossed behind his head and while humming quietly to himself he walked along the sidewalk, “What is there to do at this time, is there even anyone awake to hang out with?”

[wysangyun-blog]

[open+]

｀、ヽ｀☂ヽ｀、ヽ ━━   halloween decorations lined the streets and in the night like it is, it’s almost beautiful, but he can’t take the time to appreciate it. his eyes are a dark pool as he strolls the streets, barely taking a second to notice the world around him. he didn’t care that his white undershirt was smeared with blood from his split knuckles, having taken relentlessly to the punching bag without protection after losing his match earlier that day. his eyes are rimmed in red, jaw jumping as he grits his teeth and kids stare when they see him like he’s the one in a costume. but it’s not yet halloween, too early for costumes, and he just looks out of place. losing a televised match for the world to see really takes a lot out on a man with as much pride as he has. he hadn’t been paying a bit of attention, quietly seething━ he hadn’t meant to bump into anyone there on the streets, certainly not looking the way he did. his knuckles burn and his mind is static when he looks at the person before him; they’d collided at the crossing sign, the hand signaling it wasn’t yet safe, and sang-yun can’t just run away from his one. “sorry,” he murmurs, his voice a scratch of raw emotion, lifting a scabbed, bruised hand to run through his blond hair to stain it red. “wasn’t looking...” he mutters the excuse tiredly.