wyhaeun

[wyhaeun]

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What is your School, House and year? Do you have a sense of House pride? 

━  Attending Hogwarts, Slytherin house (and proud) final year, No Haeun has a sense of pride like no other. Well known with varying degrees of recognition from admiration and beloved, to dislike and disdain.

What character traits does your muse have in relation to their House? Which are different?

━  In many ways, she’s a textbook Slytherin, the most recognizable of each trait found within Slytherin prestige and even a few that have faded out among the years since the fall of the Dark Lord. Someone willing to go the distance to achieve anything, with terrifying ambition, sharp intellect and a frigid disdain for rules that may hold her back. She does find herself with some traits that would nearly land herself in Ravenclaw, but those far and few are buried beneath the more prickly sort.

What is your blood status? How do you feel about other blood statuses? 

━  Presumed pure-blood, so far as her father informed her. As a child who never met her mother or cared to know, she accepts that information readily. Blood status is of no immediate concern to Haeun, it’s the traits that make a Slytherin, not the blood.

What is your wand type?

━ Dragon heartstring core. Elder wood. 11in.

What is your pet?

━ A dark gray cat named Megu.

Are you a Prefect or Head Boy/Girl?

━ Head girl and proud, anointed and ever since, taking the honor all too seriously, despite being one to abuse her power more than she lets on.

Do you play Quidditch? If so, what is your position?

━ Not only does she not play, she detests it, brooms and flying a least favorite of hers. She finds matches a detestful waste of time and players brain dead wretches.

[wyhaeun]

  I used to think [ violence ] was never the answer.                                                             Until one day it was─                                                                                    and the guilt I expected                                                                                                                    never came.

[wyhaeun]

NO HA-EUN ; HPAU (1/?)   ━

    ━   Faint ( H E A R T S ) never W O N , fair lady . . .

HEAD GIRL, slytherin house.    ( didn’t anyone tell you? we r e a p what we sow. )

[wyhaeun]

♠ › An arm propped and one foot crossed against the other, there’s something about being kept waiting that always irked her. Since she was a child. Perhaps it was a megalomaniacal outlook on life, being kept waiting like a notch to the wood of her foundation. The crickets pace of a time-hand jumping over notches doesn’t sit well, but in cases, she finds herself more tolerable than usual.

She had arranged to meet Yoosung outside the building, approximately 3 minutes ago, she’s nearly certain. Being kept waiting put a grind to her jaw on a usual  › but Yoosung, like scarce others, had managed to delay the onslaught of irritation in mind over being kept waiting. No anger builds, no red-hot skewer of wanting to ditch like a hungry leopard not spotting a single small-game.

It’s all too easy to wait. When she thinks on @wyyoosung and the time they had known each other, when her eyes cast upward towards blue sky and winking sun. How long they might have known each other yet how seldom they’d been together beneath a sky that didn’t stare darkly down at them, always cover of night, never by light of day. Had they ever been out together during the day?

She supposed, likely not, if memory served. They were nighttime creatures. Bold and bewary of a light shining on them like burglars. So rather than annoyance, she waits patiently for her friend to show.

Friends are rarities as it were and Yoosung being willing to meet her out at day, rarer still.

She manages to calm her impatience and instead of anger, pops out a phone to send a single message. A middle-ground, she owes Yoosung that much at least.

‹ ✉️ › [𝗈𝗎𝗍𝗀𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀] : i’m outside. it’s very cold so dress warmly.

She doesn’t point to the time but makes a grand effort to remind herself, this is one person she can’t count amount the teetering scales of unknowns, this is a friend. And friends earn her temperance.

[wyhaeun]

OOC

✦ anyone want to plot tonight ? ✦ like or comment pls ~

[wyhaeun]

last night i had a strange dream

[wyhaeun]

wyjaein·:

“Bulgogi it is.” he says with a laugh, fingers clasped under her to support her weight. “Tired, gorgeous? you gotta stop working so hard~” A tease as he makes his way down the street, heading to the closest place he knew that sold bulgogi. 

“I gotta steal them cause otherwise you do~ i’ll just have to buy a new blanket, a bigger one. One we both fit under, huh?” A chuckle before he lets out a dramatic gasp. “Damn it you caught me, does this mean it wont work anymore?” His eyes are twinkling as he looks over his shoulder at her.

“yah, it’s winter, makes it cold. i don’t need my favorite girl getting sick.” He wiggles her a bit in jest as he pauses, grabbing the door handle after adjusting her so he could walk in.”Ice princess my ass, they just don’t know you.” She squeezes against him and he hums. “Mmm i dunno, you might have to press tighter. all i feel is warmth.” Best friend or not, he was male and she was gorgeous and- nope, not following that thought.

♠ › His words are saccharine and on the heat of his low voice she can’t help but adore it even more. A satisfied smile as she lifts her hands to muss his hair with feather light fingers as he speaks, to be a nuisance, but mostly because affection hits her suddenly. “If I don’t work too hard I’ll just feel sorry for myself,” her words are real but she doesn’t linger on the dip low into dark, resentful place. It isn’t time. She won’t allow such thoughts in the presence of Jaein.

The sparkling gleam of his eyes that turn over shoulder to look at her draw an instantaneous grin. Like she owed it, compulsory. Who else did that to her? “It won’t work, it never worked, I just felt bad so I let you think it did. You’re lucky you’re so warm because your muscles are a hassle to cuddle with.” 

She holds on tighter as he wiggles, extending an arm to open the door and she thinks to slip away but he doesn’t seem ready to let her go so she tries to help. A saddled grasp around him tight to ease the burden until the door shuts behind them.

“I can’t get any closer to you than I already am.” Both the cold truth, cold hard and startling thought as well as something that strikes up a yelling, shivering line of argument inside of her. There’s always room to be closer to him. Clearing her throat like a rumble can disperse the emotions that suddenly lodge in her throat she forcibly leans back and dislodges herself from his back with a soft pat to his spine. “I can walk you know, I’m a big girl. Let’s get that meat so we can go home.” She says it too easily, another thing that hurts. “Your place.” She amends but it doesn’t sound better. “When’s the last time you had a girl over anyway. Other than me.” She walks towards a row of snacks and pluck a crackling bag of chips.

[wyhaeun]

wymcrw·:

Things start out well. The slightest spark lights the fuse. An explosion that would tear most relationships asunder. And then, after a few hours, ignoring the wreckage and the shrapnel, acting as if nothing had happened. A crooked firework screaming into a crowd; unbridled chaos that is over as soon as it begins.

Jihun’s friendships have never been healthy. Even back in New York, most simply used him for his money. A cheap way to get drunk and high. They pushed him over the edge, encouraging him to indulge in his excesses and ultimately spiral out of control. One would think that after everything he would have learned his lesson, but still he cannot avoid the allure of the carnage. It’s cathartic after all, and if there’s one thing that he craves, it’s catharsis.

When his phone buzzes with a response he glances down at the screen, letting out a single laugh and rolling his eyes. At this point, he didn’t expect anything less from her.

[📲» No Haeun: I’m not babysitting you. If you get too wasted your on your own. ]

[ 📲» No Haeun: Doors open. Let yourself in. Shouldn’t have trouble getting into the building. ]

And then he waits. Attention turns back to whatever tedious story the news anchor on screen is discussing but isn’t held for long before it returns to his phone. A hand idly pets the head of the dog curled up closest to him as he waits to hear the click of the door. No time soon he expects, but he has nothing better to be doing.

♠ : › The subway rocks a mollifying melody and for once, Haeun is contented on the way to him. It’s an odd emotion, sentimental, almost. To not be alone on this night, pondering whether to find a dangerous activity to awash in in order to bathe away the pain of strife, loneliness, pacify the ever-growing guilt, infuriating.

There’s no greater beast to slay than herself, she has no means to do it. So, prospect of being sloshed, a kettle or two to boil over in the presence of a frightening, fiery man could be prospectively pleasant. His text messages winking to life on the screen of her phone derive a laugh from her but she stows it rather than answer. It would make things feel too real› were they friends ? So rarely she felt did they speak that they weren’t yelling in opposition or drunk and belligerent.

She makes a grand appearance only after stopping to keep her suggested word, a shining bottle of liquor in hand in place of a bag, brim of her dad-cap pulled low over her eyes.

Dancing knuckles across the door in a wave, tap-tap-tap-tap, one of each knuckle with a patient, sharp pang. She’s unexpectedly appeased at the idea she has free-reign to him, door open and ready, to let herself into the cave and his life even as much as she’s a siege engine. A bull in a china shop who’s always engaging in such a fight with him. He still welcomes her back and if she takes note of things, she would let him in, too.

Strange, that it’s almost real, genuine friendship, in a lost and wary sort of way that never seems to stick, until it does.

She opens door after notifying him that she’s coming in and kicks off shoes and jacket discarded with a soft cry into the open area. “If you fell asleep waiting on me, you’re dead.” A smirk and batting eyelashes to the sound, quiet steps until she can see him. “Making me let myself in, aren’t you supposed to greet a lady at the door? Especially one who bears gifts?” She waves the bottle in hand and it sloshes a gratifying song against stained glass.

[wyhaeun]

wyeunji‌:

It was a normal day for Eun-ji, the new normal. It was honestly becoming a bore to her, however, today would be different. The news anchor walked down the long strip of side walk towards the local cafe outside her place of work, the location she would meet her investigation. Though the meeting would still be private as she requested a room secluded from the rest of the establishment. Business had to be settled, questions answered, only one person knew them and that was ( @wyhaeun ). The woman who was intertwined in an ever spinning plot to ruin her life - or so the woman thought. Perfect Jaw clenched at the thought of what the woman had done, trying to wrap her mind around the why. Luckily Eun-ji could summon the girl for some answers without question. The call that morning was simple, and only took a moment.  Manicured fingers picked up her dragons phone, something she only used when dealing with such business. 

Though it wasn’t really official company business, it was something that could be easily made so. Dark hues looked on to the time, she girl at five whole minutes to appear before the woman was to get angry. Normally Eun-ji was the more passionate one between the two leaders, Jin being the face of the whole operation, but she did have a mean streak here and there. Specially when it came to the people she loved, where did Nikkita go? Why did she leave suddenly? More so why was it right after the information about her altercations with Haeun coming to light. Something was not making sense. 

Eun-ji took a seat in a chair at the table in the center of the room, setting her bag of various documents on the table, careful to avoid the small spread the owners had placed out for her. It took her only a moment to pull open the bag and to take out the files she had on Haeun, placing them on the table. A few things did not add up in there either, which would also be part of their conversation that afternoon. It wasn’t too long that her subject appeared, a slow smile spreading to her face. “Ah, Haeun, glad you could make it, please take a seat.”

♠ : › Dread intense and gushing like a waterfall from heart to feet with a cold rush. Never did she have difficult time settling into her own skin, breathing in her own skin. Long ago, Haeun became comfortable with idea and execution of the kind of woman she was. Not a lovable woman. Not a redeemable or enjoyable woman. Not the kind who deserved, but one who earned, with all the subtly of the flat-head of a hammer slamming pointed nail into home.

Eunji is not the kind of woman to be pit against. Haeun knows this. In light of what she had gotten herself into, Eunji’s interest in her beyond the kind that lead to herding past one another like bulls who’s head-on interaction might spell fatality not avoidance, but being called upon?

Even if she could › she can’t › refuse, Haeun wouldn’t dare. Dread and malcondition and misprepare floods her but also, a terrible, heckling curiosity. Like an insect into the shimmering glimmer of a web beneath the light.

Footfalls are thudded, sneakers and a puffy jacket like she’s nearly about to climb a snowing mountain cap rather than face a Goliath as she was. She strolls the room like a woman with nothing to fear even as adrenaline corrupts her, turns her heart wild like a defibrillators shock. Stops at the tables end, round, smooth and dressed in fine white fabric. This place is just as fine, fancy, beautiful as Eunji herself. Haeun feels plain and horrid, so she puts on a face to match.

“I wouldn’t miss it,” words ooze out and she takes a seat as instructed even as her muscles flinch in opposition from doing as she’s told. “Though, surely, you have better things to do than meet me, don’t you?”

Self Discovery: P2 - Boss Fight

[wyhaeun]

Were they overprotected as a child? Sheltered?

♠ : › She was the opposite of over-protected, in fact her father was a loving father but one with a light hand. Not only a single father but one who never takes the time to pay attention to his daughter. She was wracked by his death, not because he was the kind of father to keep close to her but because he was all she had, and losing him was losing her only foundation in this world.

[wyhaeun]

would haeun ever betray jin

♠ : › Curious question. In bullet form, here are some facts, this is basically a development piece because it’s very lengthy.

› ›  Haeun has not currently betrayed Jin and thusly, does NOT have any plan to (currently speaking).

› ›  She has known him and been faithful to him› and the dragons by extension› for years. One of her first friends even though that friendship has all but completely dulled into a business relationship.

› ›  Haeun considers Jin the strongest ally she has right now and she flocks to power, whoever can get the most done. Power is her draw not necessarily loyalty, she’s not a loyal woman.

› ›  Let me be clear if it wasn’t already, Haeun’s only true loyalty is to herself. Jin just feeds her ego and raw need more than anyone usually does or would. If someone offers her more than Jin › well…

› › That being said. No one is more powerful to Haeun than Jin at the moment, she values his word, commands, offers and him as a person more than anyone. He never hesitates to keep his word, always follows through, the give and take in their relationship is too strong to break at the moment, so she’s tied to him. She doesn’t fathom that anyone can be better at give and take than Jin so…again she’s loyal.

› ›  Specifically, would Haeun betray Jin? Yes, it’s possible. Has she? No. Does she plan to? No.

[wyhaeun]

OOC

✦  hey everyone, from this moment forward until i make a post saying otherwise, i’m accepting development prompts from the main blog for Ha eun, to develop her, as well as her relationships and maybe help open a few doors for characters i haven’t plotted with yet. you can find the prompts here, here and here on the main.  ✦

[wyhaeun]

What animal would best represent Haeun and why?

♠ : › Some mythical creature ›harpie, or siren or to be fair, regular creatures, perhaps a scorpion. She becomes more unkind and drifts farther from the reality of herself every day. But she manages to hold onto her voice, utilize it to suit her needs. She doesn’t have prejudice for who she’ll sting, when where, and no matter who you are, her poison inflicts the same damage, maybe unless you build up a tolerance for it of course. 😉

[wyhaeun]

wyhimchan·:

Of course. Like he needs to swat a fly, he thinks he should one day swat her. She’s not a fly, she’s a damn parasite.

He spins his keys around his middle finger as he spots here there leaned against his door. He wishes she didn’t know where he lived, but she knew everything. Unfortunately, a lot of it was his own fault. First and foremost that he didn’t actually hate Ha-eun, as much as he did, he didn’t.

“People have called me a lot of things, how many times have you been called a bitch in this week? Not enough, I’m sure.” He doesn’t hesitate to walk to his door, uses a hand to push her out of his way just enough so that he can reach the keys to his door. 

She’s annoying, but he’s learned that she’s harmless. In the years, as much as she had threatened him, it hadn’t amounted to anything. Maybe some would disagree but to him, Ha-eun is a necessary evil. A person he can call on when he needs a favor of the worst kind.

“It’s funny because, I thought you did know better. Was there ever confusion?” He turns the key and opens the door, not caring if she moved aside or folded inside or not. He stands there and stares, a flat expression. “Why are you here? Do you need something, because I’ve had a long day Ha-eun. I’m not in the mood for your headache. I thought I made that clear all the times I sent you to voicemail this last week.”

♠ : › A scoff breaks from her throat his words abuse and his palms push, dislocates her and she stumbles with a piercing glare. There are people in this world, countless, who’s life would be cut short to scorn her or push her so. She gives him a layered sneer, less scorn than she intends and more upward curl than downward. He’s a man with no fear, that much has always been clear.

“People don’t talk to me that way, they’re afraid of me, usually” she raises a brow at him, a witches brew of emotions in her chest because Yeong-chan always brought out the best and worst in her, simultaneously. “Who pissed in your orange juice and why are you taking it out on me, Chanie? I don’t recall doing a damn thing to earn your scorn lately,” she frowns, brows pinch, lips wobble and then the door she was leaning against gives way and she tilts backwards into his apartment, stumbles two steps before grunting out frustration, “you don’t get to act this way when I’ve done nothing but be there for you. Have some damn shame,” she brushes her hair out of her face.

“I don’t care how much money you gave me, or what I owe you, keep pushing me and I’ll lose my patience. Don’t you know how to be civil? No wonder your reputation is in the fucking garbage.” A step too far, she knows immediately, especially to be cornered in his apartment with no immediate escape through his door, no gun on hand but that’s fine just as well. Chan won’t hurt her, she doesn’t want to harm him, but the prospect of irreparable damage to their shoddy business relationship ( friendship wasn’t a word she had used to describe what she had with Chan in years ) was practically guaranteed.

“Come on, Oppa, we’re suppose to be in this together, I watch your back, you pay me and take off some of what I owe.” She steps forward with a finger pointed at his chest intending to play cute, rewind a tape or slap wallpaper over ugly chipped paint.

[wyhaeun]

wyjaein·:

“So we gotta stock up at a corner store, grab take out, and head to my place. got it.” Jae-in laughs, hand clasping under her ass as he heads from the gym. ”Feeling like anything in particular? Noodles? Barbeque?” A laugh leaves him as he uses a shoulder to push the door open, easing out without hitting her with the closing frame. “But the bed will be cold without me in it, don’t you think?” He’d have given her his signature grin if she hadn’t been on his back. 

“Chips? Ice cream? I’m feelin ice cream despite the cold.” He only allowed himself one cheat weekend, mostly when Ha-eun insisted. Otherwise he didn’t eat sweets. Not that didn’t mean he starved himself. Meats, salads, carbs. He knew that you needed a protein rich diet to keep up muscle mass. “And candy, of course~”

♠ › Collapses like a rag doll, draped over him she lays her cheek on hard shoulder muscle and closes her eyes. His voice is a rumble, scent so masculine, sweat and hard work, warm heart. “Meat, I want Bulgogi” she murmurs, yawns against his neck.

His comment drags a laugh from her throat, a jingling bell. “Cold, my ass. What about those times you steal the blankets? Do you do it on purpose to make me cuddle with you, because that’s low even for you.”

Delicate fingers drum a soft beat against pectoral muscle and throat, “Ice cream sounds good › why are you so worried about the cold today, cold in bed, cold weather, how can you not be used to the cold when you’re with me so often,” she jests, “Ice Princess,” she peeks an eye to view his profile, “can you feel my heart from here?” Squeezing her arms to draw her chest closer against his shoulder blades.

[wyhaeun]

wyyongguk‌:

—.• Another late night, another song still not finished. But hey, that was just how life went when you worked in music. Quiet footsteps, hushed as they shuffled against the concrete outside of his apartment building. He’s heading inside when he sees || @wyhaeun || kneeling in the shadows, eyebrow raised gently. “Ya know…” He drawls the words out. “If you’re locked out, I’m sure the super would be more than happy to let you in.” Guk wasn’t stupid- he knew that she most likely wasn’t locked out. But hey, what did he care?

·♠ : › Astonishment too weak a word when she peers up through lashes to see his face. Years since they’d met but only days it felt like since she last tuned into his stream. She’s caught off-guard, bordering speechless, but she summons a voice and pushes away from concrete and stands. “I’m fine,” she shrugs his comment off, a twitch of her groomed brow, tilting smile, “let me worry about me. More importantly, what are you doing here, stranger?”

[wyhaeun]

wycheolsu·:

Utensils are wrapped in clean white linen. Cheolsu unfolds them–sets aside fork and spoon, frees the knife from where the sharp point catches on fabric. “Did I keep you waiting long?“ The silverware arranged in neat lines, the napkin smoothed on his lap, Cheolsu takes a sip of the chilled water already set on the table. The focus of his gaze is on the ice tapping against the glass. His irises slide slow and leisurely up to her neck, her mouth, her eyes. He glides his mouth free.

“I know you’re a busy woman.”

Insinuation. He sets the glass back on the table. The condensation drips, slides, seeps–a wet ring bleeding into the tablecloth. And Ha-eun adjusts, her limbs shifting in their small shared space and eases forward. Again, Cheolsu’s eyes catch on her neck. She drags attention to it with her finger, the dip and drag of the tip of it over skin and bone and she knows Cheolsu. Is potentially well aware that it holds him, wondering about the pace of her heart. Wants to feel the beat of it–fast, even, or slow under the press of his thumb on pulse point.

Not now. Not yet.

He waves the waiter over. “Two glasses of this to start.” He taps his finger on a particular Cabernet sauvignon. She’s coaxed him into her game (valuable secrets) and it wouldn’t do not to play along. The server ducks and disappears, and Cheolsu folds his hands on the table. “And if I guess wrong?” Cheolsu expects her not to play fair, even with the scatter of her extensive file tucked into the drawer of his desk (her little hiccup with Jung-min meant he’d gouged a little deeper).

“It would be rude if I offered nothing in return.”

·♠ : › How does he seem so slow and unwinding, every motion is like a ghost image, a lingering trail behind, snap shots or a flipping picture book. She graces him with a nod, a grin detailing her words with a satisfying hum. “I have time tonight,” she was too eager to make time for him, she doesn’t bother to hide it.

Her pupils follow his hands, large slender powerful as he finishes up his drink, pretends instead that she’s watching the tear drop condensation down the slope of glass. When his hand pulls away she doesn’t allow it pull her gaze, ice deemed illegitimately more important. Those hands could be dangerous. Likely are.

“Oh, you know, do you?” She has an arm crossed over her ribs resting beneath her bosom and another propped up, like a cobra poised to strike as it trades lines over neck a finger rise to tap against her chin. “I have my hands in a lot of things, that’s really true. I put them aside for now.”

She doesn't even turn eyes to the waiter at all, unwavering and uninterested.

He said he would handle this, his promise slinking in with such challenge that she dare not refuse him the game. What that waiter does is none of her concern, out of her control. This is Cheolsu’s realm of power now that he’s agreed to play. Rather than that, she stares at him, eyes dash to digit when he taps the thick colored glass and back to his face.

“If you guess wrong › › › Then I would be disappointed.” She pretends to consider it, brushes her hair aside with a careless ( careful, intentional ) hand to expose even more skin. “If you cant do it, I’ll take a secret instead.”

Deciding to push her luck and gaze mingles a lazy path from his eyes to his mouth and back again before she attempts to continue keeps him waiting, “Do you have many secrets, Inspector Bang Cheol - su,” she drags his name out long and low.