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moon.flower

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GracingGravity

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Yeongjae University is looked down on. Outside of a few dozen students in a special program dedicated to "noteworthy" undergraduates, it's... average. The principal is obsessed with presentation and public opinion, poisoned by his salary and wanting to keep it as such. He covers up the ugly parts of the school and turns a blind eye to the group of iljin that terrorize their classmates. The students smoking in the bathrooms. The professor that spends a suspicious amount of time in the science lab.

The professor.

He was well liked up until a month ago, when he started acting strange. Smelling of death and something sour. Showing up to work haggard, in distress and more aggressive than usual. Then she went missing. Kang Ye-jun. It wouldn't have been a big deal at most schools but Ye-jun was boarding with the school and her family hadn't seen or heard from her. Three days later, she's seen walking through the halls with red, almost bloody eyes. A dead, hollow expression and stinking of something foul and... dead. Students and another professor come to her aid and she struggles to tell them... that the professor did this to her.

They leave her in the infirmary awaiting paramedics and upon the professor being ambushed, he doesn't plead for them to listen or defend himself. Instead he maniacally shouts, " Kill her! Don't let her near others! Don't let her near others! "

The professor is arrested, Ye-jun is taken to a hospital and the whispers start. Little do they know that something a lot worse is about to happen and it's all just the beginning.

( inspired by all of us are dead )

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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀“The dreams we are chasing and the reality that is chasing us are always parallel; they never meet.”

iseul seo (서이슬)

Somnolence emanated from Iseul’s poorly slouched form like the lingering plasma of a ghost⸺more a shroud of gloom than an actual human, sleepiness evident in the blue bruise of his under eye, giving him the appearance of a sleepless poet after a long night of quip to quill.

If only he’d been fortunate enough for his exhaustion to stem from something pleasant and not utterly mundane like the repetitive motions of his job⸺clock in, start inventory, humor the ahjummas, break, more inventory, lunch, more inventory, clock out. It was strange that he’d found himself to be more enervated by the exhaustion of being exhausted than his actual job. Like the repetitious humdrum of it all was slowly, painfully, draining him of essence and color, leaving his pallet full of diluted streaks of eggshell and gray and muted.

Iseul avoided directly looking at anyone, more out of not wanting to see the apprehension rise, all at once, upon colliding with his own gaze and then their pitiful attempts at pretending to not see him at all. Was it so hard to smile? A simple gesture, he thought, that didn’t cost anything yet people were as stingy with them as an affluent husband with a trophy wife⸺that he undoubtedly married for physicality⸺but had discovered her not-so-secret insatiable appetite for, what do you know, spending money.

He wasn’t in the mood. Not for fault-finding eyes and definitely not for, upon a glimpse, what seemed to be his dorm building busting with the threat of a party. On his floor, too.

“Aiiiish,” he sighed, “today of all days?”

It only took five minutes for him to reach his room, having to weave through idling bodies here and there before his neighbor poked his head out and shouted, “Oy! Iseul-ah… come help us move the couch.”

To which Iseul paused at his door and uttered, “Un,” before disappearing into his room, dropping his things off and emerging again with an expression of nonchalance, suddenly greeted sneakily by Dong-hyun⸺his neighbor⸺with a shot of soju.

“No one can enter without taking a shot,” he cackled, “not even you, Iseul-ah! Drink up! One, two, three… driiiiiink!”

And so he did.

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gingko

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“Yah! Bae, Gingko! What’s taking you so long?”

Gingko, indolent and suddenly alert, sprouted with her phone in one hand and a cigarette, in the other. “Who’s that growling at me?” She cooed, the mellifluous sing-songiness hiding her panic in a swath of benevolence while her limbs conspired to paint her working hard and devoid of cancerous delight⸺which had been snuffed out in a faux snake plant in the hopes that the karmic god could discern that her reputation outweighed her innocent vandalism.

“Sounds like my pretty Eunji?” she mused.

Softly, Eunji coaxed, “It is me. Pretty Eunji.”

A string of fairy lights was slung over her shoulder and her hair⸺pinned up, chic and pale pink⸺was gathering a lace of fallen glitter. “Am I taking too long,” she was grinning now, “or are you here to help me?”

Eunji offered her little in response, finding it answer enough to scowl and mutter a simple, “One of your boyfriends is here and he’s asking about you.”

She chuckled, a pang of irritation surging in spite of her attempts at aloofness. “Boyfriends? With an s? You’re sooo cold, Ju-ah.” A feigned pout was enough for her roommate to slouch in defeat, giving up on her attempted scolding.

“Flings,” Eunju grouched, “whatever. I don’t want him to cause an argument. Can you…talk to him or something?”

“Of course~.” Gingko reassured her with absolutely no intention of following through, watching Eunji head back until all that was left was the lingering scent of cheap perfume⸺something flowery and musky, like a rotten clash between the sweetness of a petal and something dank, like swampwater. “Aaah! Disgusting! I hope that smell didn’t get on me.” Finally, she was alone again.

The line of lights fell to the ground carelessly and Gingko’s elfin form slacked against the rooftop loveseat, her face tucked carefully between cushion crevice. Inanimate, clutching a pillow and adrift in mundane thoughts: avoiding ex-flings, what flavor of soju they had, avoiding ex-flings. ‘How annoying.’

There it was. The cheek-chew of cowardice. The rising anxiety that she pushed aside, resolute in her decision to ignore it all.

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THE LAST

strapped up with a gold bullet

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nabi 나비

i'm not a fan of regret or boredom.

쉬가릿

— bibi

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Soft vocalizations of one-sided amore echoed like a ghost from a back room. Rough lips ghosting fair apricot skin and harsh gnashing of hip bones colliding. Fairy lights encrusted the walls of the darkened room giving just enough light for her to see the face of a pig. "You should call your girlfriend to come." Immediately the once hypnotic lull of music stopped in Nari's head. Any influence of eros quickly diminished into rubble and filth.

A rough kick to his midsection sent the boy flinging backward, arms windmilling for anything to save him from the fall. Men were annoying, a goddess could come down from the heavens and kiss their unworthy lips and still, the greedy creatures would want more. They would suck the juice from a fruit and despite that devour the seed too. With eyes wild like an animal snared in a trap, he stared at her confused. His fist furled into balls, possibly angry.

Nari blinked slowly at him calm as a lone flower baring the weight of winter's wrath. "I'm not having fun anymore." The girl said unbothered by the seething male hung with the bluest jewels. She adjusted her clothes back into place, wiping away at her smeared lipstick.

A feral growl escaped his throat adorned with many plum-colored love bites. Sunny always did affectionately call her 'her little vampire' for a reason.

"We can't stop now!"

Sangwoo, her momentary fling, fumed. Poison dripping from his words -- his once pretty face now distorted. He pounced back on top of her body hand reaching out to push her down. How sad was it a wolf thought he'd caught a lamb but in reality in its jowls it held a dragon's tail? With the speed it took one to snap their fingers she whipped out her trusty hidden butterfly knife. The blade smoothly cut through the flesh of his grubby fingers. Dark droplets falling on her leg, sticky like strawberry jam. Sangwoo the injured pup yelped, leaned away from her while fixating on the wound.

She used that opportunity to use the tip of her knife to catch the hole in his metal zipper. Horror ablaze on his face deepening the hollows of his cheeks in the dim lights. Nari leaned forward wiping the blade off on his discarded shirt. "Dont think your handsome face is an excuse to act like a pig. " She pulled upward the only sound heard other than the distant thrum of music was the metal teeth gnashing together.

The minxx wandered off to the main room of the party searching where the soju was kept. She grabbed a melon one cracking it open while observing the room for any other interesting party goers.

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Misha

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"Thin ice but I need to walk it again, Touch my heart and it's over. Pulling me back under water ~ Ooh just don't get any closer"

Mishas bio

눈빛만 보면 알아 ~

Leaning towards the subway train's cold metal walls, wishing she could dissolve into the sliding doors - Misha was counting the seconds in her head. Next stop - and she'd be panicking her way out of there. Escaping the bumps and touches from strangers - unaware of her suffering. 44.. 45... 46... and the doors opened - releasing a skinny silhouette hurrying into the chilly evening, escaping from the crowd. Finally. Space. She could breathe.

Yeongjae University wasn’t famous for its well-behaved students, that was something to be certain of. Especially a night as this one, the music from the dorm vibrated through the chilly evening and defied Misha's bad tinnitus shouting ears. Even tho her hearing could be compared to the one of an old ahjumma, she could hear the bouncing bass tunes, singing and laughing all the way from the subway station.

Music and dancing - that part Misha actually enjoyed. The small detail she feared for was the risk of.. unwanted encounters with physical contact. Hands. The greedy, selfish ruthless hands - no - claws of evil intention. Just the thought made her wrinkle her small pale nose in disgust as she steered her steps towards the building guilty for disturbing the peace. The same dorm building that just happened to be her home.

Misha had taught some classes at the dance studio earlier that day - now she just wanted to get home, take a shower, and go to sleep. Something that wouldn’t be easy with a party going on right above hers and A-Youngs room nr 940. Her beaming best friend, currently watching some fluff drama wearing pajama, seemed more than tempted to go upstairs and join.

“C’mon Mish! It’s music.. And dancing! If I promise to stay with you and keep the boys away? Can we goo? Pretty please?” A-youngs orange painted lips pouted like a baby, her eyes seemed bigger than ever and glittery with anticipation. Damn that girl knew her aegyo, Misha thought to herself almost defeated by the sight alone.

"Mhmm maybe" She pondered stroking her chin, somewhat similar to a sly fox, giving a floating answer like always. Then a pause. The silence and room for thinking that rested between them were filled up with music, creating a small flinch in the corner of Misha's mouth. As much as Misha hated crowded spaces and people, there was something she treasured more - that was her bright and always shining best friend A-Young. So despite the anxiousness pulsating in her head, she gave in to her friend’s pleading. Shower, makeup, and a change of outfit later the two friends were heading up to the next floor, 10, where the action was happening. To enjoy the music, and most importantly - dance the stress away.

Upon arrival, they got handled a mug of soju each and Misha stared at her own hand accepting it - like her action would cause the end of the world. Zick-zacking across the floor to parry off any people getting too close to her - she felt the panic creeping up upon her. "Too crowded" muffled words from cold stiff lips. After which A-young led her friend towards the stairs. Up another level to the rooftop party lounge - currently being decorated by a pretty pink-haired girl one year below them. Gingo, if Misha's memory didn't serve her wrong. She couldn't pay much attention to the other tho since she already had collapsed forward with her hands on her knees, taking a few deep breaths to regain her strength. Noticing how they were only the 3 of them on the rooftop, a calmness slowly infected her system. Soon she'd be ready for revenge and giving the crowd downstairs another shot.

"See it's not that bad?" A-Young cheered her on, almost praising her. Misha grinned. She hated alcohol. Even so, she straightened out her posture, clashed her soju towards A-Youngs in a: "Channn~" before moving the cup towards her lips. The paper mug turned upside down as the soju disappeared down her throat in one shot. A dim sourness was hidden amongst the pure stinging of alcohol. Usually, Misha despised any type of booze, but today it was a welcomed friend making her forget, washing away her sins and for a moment erasing the bad conscious weighing her down.

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“The saddest aspect of life right now is that science gathers knowledge faster than society gathers wisdom.”


Ha-Joons bio

Only when it is dark enough, you can see the stars ~

Ha-Joon wasn't the party-type exactly. Especially since he was vulnerable to the effects of alcohol. But he'd promised his friend Byung-ho to change - and have some fun between the suffering and stress their final year assailed upon them. Maybe soju and laughing were just the medicine needed between the hells fire of endless homework, tests, and hardship the school tossed - no buried - them in as seniors? Correcting his glasses using his index finger into a straight position on his nose, he thought about it. In the end, Ha-Joon came to the conclusion that partying and alcohol didn't solve any world problems. Nope, he was simply not a party person. If his friend wanted Ha-Joon to change - he would have to pray for a miracle. Rather than joining the party - Ha-Joon decided to go work on his project with stars and the solar system, since the prognosis had shown the sky to be clear from yellow dust that night. He texted Byung-ho:

// Sorry, can't make it to the party. I have assignments to do... I will be up on the roof. My usual spot //

After collecting his astronomy kit, telescope, iPad, and some other things, he left the room and steered his steps towards the highest spot next to the chimney. Using the fire ladder to avoid the turbulence of drunk students. Ha-Joon was attracted to heights. Climbing, stargazing, well anything giving him an excuse to feel 'on top of the world'. As a wild party was going on beneath him inside the dorm building, students were acting out their stress like wild animals in a jungle, the rooftop and the chilly air was a nice escape and felt soothing and peaceful. Separating Ha-Joon from them.

A relatively short baby-faced nerd with a weak frame. Not shy - but rather emotional. Alone. Then being like this was his choice. Because Ha-Joon didn't enjoy loud noises or alcohol. He enjoyed heights, gazing up towards the stars, and finding the answers to his questions. He enjoyed math, experimenting in the lab, and the rush when solving a problem or proving a thesis. If that meant he was going to be alone - then fine. He didn’t want to change.

Ha-Joon prepared the telescope and opened a can of coke with a *tsst*. After a while, someone did decide to join his star-gazing after all.. Byung-ho’s heavy panting could be heard all the way from the fire ladder, only stopping when joining his side.

Byung-ho on the other hand was pointing his binoculars towards the opposite direction of the rooftop as something else had caught his attention. The two of them had been alone on the roof until now. Sort of hidden on the other side and behind the chimney. But now there seemed to be movements. A pink-haired girl had appeared. First talking to another while smoking a cigarette.. then decorating the rooftop into some sort of cozy party lounge. When Ha-Joon finally noticed who the student was - Gingo - his face turned into a deep shade of red. Annoyed over his own reaction- he placed a soundless slap on his cheek as to wake up. Gingo was (to his contempt!).. pretty to look at. Oh wait, now it seemed like she turned to the pillows for comfort - was she drunk or something? Okay, stop looking... Secretly spying on her was wrong. Also seeing how his friend shamelessly checked her out using binoculars was just. Terrible.

"미쳤어?? Are you crazy??" Ha-Joon blurted out, grabbing his thick notebook and hitting his friend on the head with a *cloinkk* - almost recreating the sound of wood hitting wood. Byung-ho was tall and over 100kg - Making Ha-Joon look like a midget in comparison. Even so, Byung-ho was harmless as could be - like the kind teddy bear he was, the chubby giant retreated in a shameful curled down position. Ha-Joon sighed and rolled his eyes - disapproving of his friend's action.

"Aish! You perv..." he muttered before leaning towards his bag, sending his hand in for a treasure hunt, then returning with a choco pie. A peace offering for turning violent. The plastic unwrapped with small crinkling noise, even tho it was a bit drenched by the party music from inside the dorm.

"Focus on the assignment" Ha-Joon said still grumpy, like a parent lecturing his kid, basically shoving the snack into his friend's mouth. Now the other would be occupied for a while - giving Ha-Joon the peace of mind to focus on the actual purpose for his visit to the roof - looking up towards the sky through the telescope. Soon two more people came to join Gingo on the roof. Ha-Joon didn't mind the sudden crowd gathering at the rooftop. He wasn't going to lose the opportunity when having a perfectly clear sky, to something as animalistic as a dorm party. He was simply too focused on the stars to even bother by now. Byung-ho could always join them if he wanted - and had the guts to. But Ha-Joon on the other hand was definitely not going to get lured into drinking - under any circumstances.

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An easy smile played on Joon’s lips as he walked up the stairs to get to the dorm level just above his own. He offered casual waves to a couple of people he knew as he passed by, widening his smile slightly to get that oh so familiar eye crinkle everyone adored. Thankfully most of the building had already filtered up onto the top floor, so he let his smile drop when the hallway finally appeared to be empty.

For him this night was just another college party- a party he wouldn’t even be able to drink at because of his status as an athlete. If it had been up to him he would’ve just stayed in his dorm room, maybe caught an extra couple hours of sleep before morning practice tomorrow. However, as always, his popularity did him more harm than favors. Joon had been specifically invited to this party, and him being the biggest pushover in history just couldn’t say no.

So he would drag along the one person he knew hated parties more than he did.

The brunette rapped his knuckles against the wooden door of his sister’s dorm room lightly, waiting briefly to listen for any movement behind the door.

Silence.

Rolling his eyes, Joon curled his hand into a fist and pounded on the door, the thin wood shuttering at the impact.

“Yah! Don’t you dare ignore me Soomin.”

the male called, knowing full well that she had heard his knock the first time-- and when he heard shuffling on the other side of the door- he knew he had been correct. The door slid open just a crack to just barely reveal his sister’s glaring eyes, if looks could kill– he would’ve been completely wiped from existence in that very moment. But they couldn’t so he grinned and shoved his foot into the crack of the door before she could slam it in his face, forcing it open to reveal a dark room, and a rather disgruntled looking Soomin.

“Go away.”

was the only greeting he was offered as he flicked on the light. He gazed around the room for a moment, taking in the minimalist style his sister had adopted compared to the rainbow vomit of color on what must have been her roommate's side.

“Come now, is that any way to speak to your elders?”

Joon replied, his grin traded in for a fake pout. Soomin snorted as she let her hand fall from the door her brother had shoved open. She opted to cross her arms instead, irritation evident in her tired features.

“I’m wiser than you’ll ever be, now get out. I’m not going to that stupid party, I have a clinical at 5am tomorrow.”

“You’re a freshman in college Minie, live a little.”

“I was having a perfectly good time sleeping, before you barged in. I’m not going.”

“I’ll buy you dinner tomorrow.”

Joon offered stringing out the last word as dangling a piece of meat in front of a wolf, attempting to entice her with food as a last ditch effort before he would just resort to dragging her there. It seemed to work because her expression changed in an instant, her eyes widened a bit before she bit her cheek, contemplating.

“I’m only staying for a little bit.”

she finally grumbled, making her way back over to the door. Before she could break out into the hallway though Joon put a hand on her shoulder to stop her.

“Please tell me you are not planning on going dressed like that.”

for emphasis Joon gestured a hand toward his sister’s clothes, the clothes she had apparently been sleeping in.

“Oh, you’re right. Shoes.”

the girl replied, completely oblivious to what he actually meant by pointing out her lack of party attire. Soomin slipped on a pair of chunky skater sneakers and a beige beanie to hide her bed head before looking back at Joon.

“Better?”

“You’re hopeless.”

was his only reply as he let out a short laugh before slinging a heavy arm around her shoulders to drag her out of the room. He aimed for the stairs that would take them to the floor above, which was where the party would take place, and where both their miseries would begin. One of them just happened to wear their misery for all the word to see; while the other tucked it deep under layers of golden vomit.

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;; minseo

Some mysterious, gloomy figure paced back and forth. A visage of a nefarious devil, bargaining people's souls on his handphone. His eyebrows furrowed slightly, a tiny crinkle forming between his eyebrows like when he was deeply concentrating. Aura pluming a cloud of dark energy, haunted screaming of ghouls telling you to steer clear of this male. Dress all in black like the grim reaper himself was his personal stylist. The entire illusion belied the soft conversation going on.

"Umma you have to eat to get better" A voice deeply baritone but flossed with an endearing fondness for the person on the other end of the phone. Words slightly muffled from his black face mask worn for the protection of his beloved mother. After all what if he carried some insipid illness from these buffoons and contaminated his mother. That was an outcome he could not risk. Minseo glared at the brunette a couple feet from him coughing openly like a neanderthal. Lethal gaze tinged with pure scorn and a touch too much vehemence. The brunette and his friend both caught eyes with him then scurried away quickly like cockroaches into the night with their heads down.

"I hear music are you at a bar now? I hope you're living your life instead of worrying over me. You need to find yourself a nice girlfriend. Someone who can cook and--"

A cacophony of raggedy coughs followed, Minseo could hear the bones rattling a xylophone tune in her frail body. The air bounced off the insides of her hollow core ruthlessly. Minseo faced the wall, hand shading his eyes. As if tears were rain you could protect yourself from. "Umma don't worry about me. I'm just at home, you know how noisy the neighbors are." He soothed for a moment his voice all the softness of a newborn kitten and velvetine. Minseo's phone dinged letting him know it was time to meet his client. Time was a fickle thing never on his side. He ended the call with an "I love you, I'll call you before I go to sleep"

Minseo made his way off into the night using his long legs to step over the card reader entrance meant for students. The security guard stood up, noodles dangling from his mouth into a ramen cup. Once they made eye contact the guard promptly sat his ass down in a very 'I don't get paid enough' type of fashion. Minseo didn't enjoy being the bad guy all the time but at least it came with perks from time to time. He made his way up to where the main party area was so he seemed less conspicuous.

"I'm here."

Was all he texted the mystery number.

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'I'm only staying for a little bit'

Famous last words. It had been at least an hour since she had uttered those words to appease her older brother, allowing him to drag her along to this stupid waste of time. It had been half that time since he had been dragged away by some idiot loudmouths saying something about the rooftop.

So here she sat, curled up just around the corner of the main party room. Irritation rolled off of her in waves like the dark fog before a storm. Her heavy lidded eyes drooped as she stared blankly at the ground, her head tucked between her bent legs. Exhaustion left her body feeling heavy, and even when the stomping feet of party goers nearly crushed her on their way to get stupidly wasted she reamined unmoving, unwilling to even flinch.

It was her own fault, really, that she was this tired at such an early hour of night. Soomin had pulled a couple of all nighters during the last week to try and cram before starting clinicals tomorrow. The extra time spent studying had improved her knowledge base, but it had also completely obliterated her already shaky sleep schedule.

“Soomin-ah”

the unfamiliar voice caused her to snap out of her half-asleep daze to look up. She searched with slightly unfocused eyes to find the source, only for her eyes to land on the absolute last person she wanted to see. Yeong, Byeol. The resident ditz, otherwise known as her roommate.

“You were knocked out when I left, I didn’t think you wanted to come.”

Byeol commented, her voice airy and too high, almost like she had just sucked helium from a balloon.

“I didn’t.”

Soomin replied, her words curt and her tone generally bored, completely unamused with her seemingly tipsy roommate. She kept her gaze focused on the girl though, not having the energy to simply walk away like she usually would anytime people spoke to her. “My brother likes to drag me along to social events sometimes.” she explained further, taking in Byeol’s confused expression. Typically Soomin would have just told her outright to just leave her alone, but having this girl as a roommate made their interactions a bit more complicated. She did have to live with the idiot after all, so she at least had to make an attempt to be civil.

“Oh Joon right? Where is he?”

Byeol asked, her screechy voice grating on Soomin’s fraying patience.

“Got dragged away by some teammates to the rooftop.”

Soomin responded dismissively, tilting her head to the side a bit to rest her head on her arm. For whatever reason, this piece of news caused Byeol to break out into a grin far too wide for her face. Without even a warning the girl grabbed her arm, heaving her up with a surprising amount of strength.

“I’ll keep ya company then!”

Byeol exclaimed, her voice far too loud for their close proximity. Soomin didn’t even have a chance to protest before she was being hauled back to the main hall, the pounding of the music grew loud enough that Soomin couldn’t even hear her own thoughts. At this point Soomin was fuming, her irritation morphed into frustration and her ears turned an angry shade of red, but she had lost her chance to protest, and her exit was blocked by a wall of sweaty bodies that reeked of alcohol. The stench stuffed itself up her nose, nearly making her gag.

“Here, drink.”

Byeol chidded cheerily, shoving a shot into Soomin’s hand, it was so strong it basically smelled like rubbing alcohol from the hospital. Anger turned into panic as she stared at the vile clear liquid and then back at a group of expectant eyes. Her pause only seemed to agitate them as they started to chant ‘drink, drink, drink’. Dealing with one over enthusiastic ditz had been one thing, but trying to deal with a group of adrenaline junky drunks was a whole different ball park.

“What? Are you a wimp? Is the little nerd scared?” of course Soomin knew they were just goading her, she knew that she could just say no and be done with it. But her tongue felt leden and her annoyingly competitive spirit reared its ugly head at the challenge. So she stared straight at the meat head who’d uttered that seemingly harmless tease and she swallowed the liquid in one gulp. It burned its way down her throat, and it nearly came back up, but she clenched her jaw shut, forcing the disgusting drink to stay down. Still staring, Soomin held out the glass to Byeol.

“Another.”

complete disregard for her embarrassingly low tolerance, she was unable to think about anything other than making this idiot shove his words back down his throat.

It was easier this time, perhaps she was more prepared, or maybe the first one had already numbed her throat. Regardless, she downed the second shot with little more than a shudder before slamming it down on the nearby table.

“Does it look like I’m scared?”

a corner of her lip turned upwards in a smirk, the two undoubtedly strong drinks had already worked to make her tongue a bit looser, walking that fine line between bravery and stupidity. Edging closer to the latter.

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angelic nightmare daydream

Goosebumps and the ethereal angelite bleu, pink and green nixieblend of color⸺a sweet saturation dancing on the edge of soft, cherubic features: almond round les yeux, canted with the beguile of a seraph, her pout meticulously carved by the romantic hands of Aphrodite. She were a valentine dream, all cupid wings and sugar sickness and sacred, ceremonial lullings. Supple. Seraphic. An unimpeachable sculpt of glacé and skin and something clandestine, giving hint that somewhere beyond the beauty something unlovely may exist.

If you looked closely enough.

Gingko shot up, strands of silk curtaining her vision and quickly remedied by nimble fingers sedulous in the way they fixed her hairstyle in an attempt to wash away any evidence of having once been falling asleep.

The rooftop was humming with life. A soft susurrate of natter and the occasional rise of voice; someone with a need for the spotlight and maybe, to be heard. The sun had whispered surrender to the moon and she’d painted the sky wine and obsidian, making the string lights their only form of light⸺low. Sultry. Warm.

“Here you are,” she hummed while picking up a fishbowl devoid of fish and instead filled with fortune cookie sized paper folded in half; the truth or dare game. She was like an honorary party fairy, floating between person to person with mischievous intention⸺hidden beneath a slab of bubbliness⸺telling them the rules.

Take a piece of paper from the bowl. Read your truth or dare. If you decide not to do it, your punishment is to drink an entire bottle of soju at once.

“An entire bottle,” someone interjected, “is a bit excessive isn’t it?”

Gingko thought about it for a moment, “I don’t make the rules, hyung. If you’re on the rooftop you’ve got to participate otherwise…”

There was a pause.

“Otherwise?”

She grinned and whispered, “you’re lame,” and wandered off leaving only the sound of her laughter behind, approaching Misha and A-young with a smile, waving the bowl at them. “Take one. Take one~. Don’t read it yet though, okay? Go by the couch where everyone else is~.”

The dare fairy was quick, charming and thorough, assuming she’d gotten to everyone until a hidden pair around the side of the ventilation system revealed a familiar pair: something-ho and…? She couldn’t tell who it was with his back to her, studying the sky in stillness.

Part of her didn’t want to interrupt them.

“They say that you can’t see stars here because of the pollution without a telescope,” she motioned towards the scope and then uncomfortably shifted, “anyway. Take a piece of paper, please! Everyone on the rooftop has to participate. I don’t want to hear any objeeeections~,” and before they could object, she’d sauntered off towards the couch area where everyone else was like a cat that had just stolen a piece of fish.

“Now that everyone has a truth,” she placed the bowl down on the table before the couch, “and a dare, does everyone understand the game? Who wants to go first?”

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"thin ice but i need to walk it again, touch my heart and it's over. pulling me back under water ~ ooh just don't get any closer"

Mishas bio

I hate this game ~

The alcohol seemed to cleanse her mouth, her throat and her mind from any previous poison. Leaving behind a wave of heat, a glow that ignited and spread from her chest all the way out to her fingertips currently decorated with black-painted nail art. When the heat finally subsided, there was only a tingle left of longing for revenge - a wish to make her friend happy. Misha's hand clenched into a small ball of determination as her cat-like eyes met A-yeongs. "I'm fine, don't worry" and it wasn't a lie - Misha was feeling a lot better. And persistent to beat the heavy ghost haunting her.

"You know A, you would be having a lot more fun if you had just gone without me." Misha said staring into the empty cup - almost wishing she could refill it just with her intense stare. She would need some more soju if she were to join this party - that was for sure. "Maybe you would have bumped into that boy you like. It's Joon right?" Mishas small lips curved into a 'v' as she tilted her head down grabbing her friend's hands to swing them back and forward like a pendulum.

"Everyone knows he's dating Ae-ri.. " A-yeong grimaced in pain and could not stop her words from slipping her orange/red-painted lips, words that just confirmed the fact that Joon indeed was the boy she liked... Also, speaking of which, A-yeong had this strange skill, almost acting like a bad curse, of conjuring the people on her mind. As if a magic spell had been cast, more people joined them at the rooftop - Joon among them!

Misha was just about to make a high pitch noise - but a sharp elbow nudged her ribs - enough for her to mute the teasing exclamation she was about to make. An upcoming giggle lurking in the air - just inches away from exploding and making the two girls burst out in a laugh. Luckily- Gingko stopped by and abrupted the awkwardness between them - a bowl filled with small folded papers was shaken in front of their noses.

“Take one. Take one~. Don’t read it yet though, okay? Go by the couch where everyone else is~.”

"Ai ai - Got it!" A-Yeong smiled. The girls took one each and headed for the couch area, Misha hurried to grab a spot on the edge.


"A! It's your lucky day! U get to play truth and dare with Joon!" She whispered into her friend's ear before another sharp elbow hit her ribs, now feeling a bit sore after the first attack. She retreated back, the thin body melted against the couch in silence. Now shifting her attention to the small paper in her hand, patting it gently - wishing her soft touch could nourish the paper with love - forcing the content into something easy and in her advantage.

Anything but dare - anything but dare... her mind repeated in a lucky chant.

The game started with some very enthusiastic drunk jocks, then A-Young who got a dare: to twerk for 1 minute straight - which she pulled off excellent of course (being a dancer and all) - the boys even applauded. Next up was Misha, her lower lip almost vibrated as she unfolded the now sweaty piece of paper in her hand. Anything but dare..

.: TRUTH. When did you have sex for the first time? :. the text said, terrible words, but with well-written beautiful handwriting.

Misha's mind went blank. She just stared into nothing as she seriously considered drinking the whole bottle of evil soju glaring at her from the table. Yes, she could choose to drink. But the impulsive side of her took over, almost like a cold robot that wasn't really present in mind amongst the other students.

"This is my first time playing truth or dare... ever" she could hear her own voice mumble. A very dead and unreadable expression, almond-shaped eyes hiding under the see-through bang. She could make herself invisible, uninteresting, even with the bold and rough outer she'd created - maybe because her voice was just so soft and floating. Like she was speaking - a sequence of words - but she was not speaking to the actual audience.

"I was 13" she said. A short answer. Misha spoke her truth like when removing a band-aid - getting it over with fast even tho it left behind a sting of pain. She was almost tempted to grab a soju after all, just to recover from her own impulsive treacherous mind along with the impressed "Woaah" reactions she got from the jocks. It was just a game. It should be fun. Misha was not having fun. But even so, she had her friend next to her. A shining bright sun that gave her courage. She was persistent to defy the lingering shadows cast by her uncle. I can do this, she thought. And then; even if i can't, i have to.

She raised her chin, her cat-like eyes decorated with eyeliner rested unabashedly on the next participant - almost with malice - wishing for them all to get terrible truths and dares.

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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀“The dreams we are chasing and the reality that is chasing us are always parallel; they never meet.”

iseul seo (서이슬)

Typically the sudden tumult wouldn’t attract him but this time it had. “Joon’s sister,” he’d briefly caught in between a passing conversation, leading him to follow the string of bodies until his attention landed on a thin body, swallowed by an oversized crewneck and, to his surprise, a pair of classic dunks. A streak of something lethal dancing in her dark, monotone eyes⸺so subtle that you’d almost miss it if it weren’t for her the glass slamming onto the table, drawing everyone’s attention and leaving a moment of silence for her to goad him.

“Does it look like I’m scared?”

Iseul chuckled, the amusement barely meeting his lips. ‘She’s cool.’ She was. You wouldn’t think that someone who typically shuffled around campus like a sullen apparition could suddenly transmute into a gangster, slamming soju-jan and offering up a grin laced with taunt and tease. But she had.

And Seok-ho, another upperclassman, was fuming because of it.

“Soomin.” Iseul called out, just a few feet behind, making his way towards the two, easily towering over the majority.

Seok-ho seemed more vexed by the interruption, glancing between the two of them with furrowed brows and an exasperated sigh. "Tch. We're in the middle of something." He scoffed, trying to maintain this faux sense of joking between them, though forced. "Yah... don't ruin the fun."

Iseul reached Soomin's side and paused to look at Seok-ho, with this dull expression and then, looked down at Soomin. "Are you having fun, Soomin?" Iseul's dark gaze fell back to the male brooding across from him, "It doesn't look like it to me."

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“The saddest aspect of life right now is that science gathers knowledge faster than society gathers wisdom.”


Ha-Joons bio

Only when it is dark enough, you can see the stars ~

The stars almost seemed to speak to him that night. A story of timeless beauty only seen in darkness. His focused face was pressed against the telescope while he scribbled his observations in the notebook. The round glasses pressed against his skin would surely leave behind red marks later - but the view was simply too magnificent to abandon. At this point, Ha-joon could write without looking - through his handwriting was as unreadable as a doctor's prescription. Byung-ho's munching silenced - and as one sound vanished - a girl's voice made an entrance from behind them.

“They say that you can’t see stars here because of the pollution without a telescope,”

Ha-Joon eyebrows tensed into 2 streight lines under his messy hair. Who was this fair creature to disturb his stargazing?

"That's true, which is why im using one... Tonight it's surprisingly clear. Come check for yourself.." he mumbled still hiding behind the telecope with his back facing the other person. Not once did his right hand pause from writing down his unreadable scribbles in the notebook. He did not even care to check for the source of the comment.


“Anyway. Take a piece of paper, please! Everyone on the rooftop has to participate. I don’t want to hear any objeeeections~,” a soft and luring voice, making Ha-joon freeze to ice in the middle of writing, then slowly appear from behind the telescope. It was none other than Gingko; offering, no forcing, them to participate in some sort of party game. Like pink cotton candy - she was pretty to look at but he was smart enough to know that it would be sticky if touched. Ha-joon was not interested in her invitation - not even slightly tempted.

Byung-ho however was eager to bite the bait and obey, he had already rushed forward to grab 2 pieces from the bowl. One for himself and the other one for Ha-joon. Once Gingko had wandered off to collect more victims to her game - Ha-joon once again reached for the notebook to give his friend another spank. He stopped his movement mid-air - when a sting of bad conscience hit his chest , making him surrender, step down from behind the telescope, and in a slow resigned manner follow the others to the couch area..

Glancing around, his curious eyes studied the strange gathering of people. Soomins brother; the very popular Joon and his jock friends, pink-haired pretty Gingko, that strange girl Mi-cha who seemed like she was lacking some brain cells or just present in another dimension.. And the always happy A-Yeong. Well - it sure was a random gathering of students - but it wasn't that bad? At least those scary fighting students weren't present.. So why not just go with it for once.. And Byung-ho was smiling like a dumb teddy bear - so happy to finally join the party.

The game started off rather well, it was funny to feel like a part of a group. All thanks to Gingkos welcoming aura. They were actually laughing. Some were drinking, but Ha-joon just patiently waited for his turn. Misha's answer was a bit weird.. 13 years old when she lost her virginity? and still she avoided people like the plague? Maybe she had some infectious disease.. - he thought to himself but decided to just drop the brain activity and relax. Consuming alcohol was absolutely not a part of his plan. That was until he saw the content of the piece of paper in his hand.

.: DARE: Kiss the person of the opposite sex that you find most attractive:. His cheeks turned hot- probably a shade of dark pink. "Who wrote this?!" was his response, pushing the glasses further up on the pale and flat nose bridge. Ofc it had to be Gingko, who else. That man-eater... Dangerous but charming like the Greek myth of Sirens. And in Ha-Joons eyes, she just happened to be the most beautiful amongst the girls present. But there was no way there was ever going to be any kiss. Not with her. Or anyone else for that matter. Without even considering another option - Ha-Joon leaned forward to grab a bottle of soju from the table. The whole bottle right?.. he thought.

"Byung-ho, you will carry me home if i collapse... right?" his last words before opening the bottle and putting it against his small but plumb lips. Strong burning flavor, almost like some lethal fluids they had in the biology lab. And he had to force it down. Taking a short pause in the middle - then continued until every last drop was consumed. The jocks applauded. "Omo the glass-nerd actually did it" someone said - maybe impressed. Even Ha-Joon was surprised that he'd survived. That was until the spinning sensation hit and he capitulated back into the sofa with a "uuhff"..

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“See hyung, isn’t it pretty up here?” Yang, Haneul, an energetic underclassman mused dreamily. Joon’s initial annoyance ebbed away as he glimpsed the rather adorable expression of awe the boy held as he looked at those stupid little twinkly lights.

The two other males, twins Park Si-woo and Yu-Jun, hadn’t just brought him up here to look at some pretty lights. No, their reasons for dragging him along were of the far less innocent sort. This fact became especially apparent when a woman appeared before them, sliding into the middle of their group, a flower flitting about. Ginkgo, a girl he knew only by description and had never formally met, stood in front of them, fishbowl full of folded paper in hand.

As she explained the rules it was Si-woo who spoke up about the slightly ridiculous amount of alcohol they would have to consume if they happened to back out of a dare or truth. The pinkette however, simply deflected his protesting, flitting away to her next victim. Si-woo stared after her in a daze, practically drooling over the girl.

“Close your mouth, you’ll catch flies.” Haneul snickered, going as far to tap the male’s chin with his forefinger.

“I think she likes me.” Si-woo stated, straightening as he started toward the couch where everyone else was starting to gather. Joon burst out laughing, eyes crinkling at the corners as he put a hand on the twin’s shoulder.

“Whatever you say.”

Joon responded, matching pace with them as the four males crowded around the rather small couch. Haneul ended up perching on one of the arms, seeming all too giddy to get started with the game.

Joon however, was looking for every way possible to get out of this trap. He had always hated games like this, and of course he wasn’t going to subject himself to chugging an entire bottle of soju. So blatantly refusing to do whatever was on his card would be out of the question.

Wrapped up in his own turmoil he almost missed the start of the game, not that he would have missed much. The game started with Yu-Jun who had gotten a dare to do a handstand while singing ‘twinkle, twinkle, little star’. It of course was more of an awful experience for everyone listening. Si-woo got a truth that asked what his body count was, Joon of course already knew the answer so he kept his face carefully impassive when the male muttered a defeated ‘0’. However, this didn’t stop the rest of the group from snickering, including his twin Yu-Jun, who took to mouthing ‘virgin’ in his direction every couple of minutes.

Next happened to be Haneul who had been sitting on the edge of the couch with an evil looking grin the whole game. Before Joon could even react the smaller male had bounded over to him and latched onto him like a koala, licking all the way from his jaw to his temple.

Joon stood there, frozen for a moment, face seemingly stuck in frozen disbelief. Then, slowly realizing what just happened he forced the smaller male off of him while simultaneously whipping the saliva off of his face.

“Gross! Why?!?”

Joon cried out, still rubbing at his face. Haneul could barely even respond, literally rolling on the ground laughing, he just threw his card in Joon’s direction as an answer.

“Lick someone on the cheek.”

Joon read, his eyes narrowing at what had to be the stupidest dare he had ever seen in his entire life, and yes he had attended middle school. Rolling his eyes he chucked the dare back at Haneul, turning his attention back to the others who still had to go before him. But he ended up losing focus once again as a girl began twerking, not that it was bad, he just had other things clouding his mind. For instance, still trying to get out of this wretched game before his turn came.

No ideas came though, and before he knew it he was sucked back into listening when he heard a girl speak up. Something about it being her first time playing and when she lost her virginity, he couldn’t help the slight widening of his eyes when she said 13.

Before he could process the answer fully the game had already moved on, a couple more people went, including a guy with glasses he recognized. Ha-Joon, his sister’s upperclassman, one of the only people she would regularly talk about. It surprised Joon that he chose to drink instead of doing whatever was written on his paper, Si-woo even voiced his astonishment.

All too soon it was finally Joon’s turn and he hadn’t even read his card ahead of time, too sure he would have found a way out of this by now. Spoiler alert: he hadn’t.

“What’s your biggest fear?”

Joon read off of the card, well at least it’s not a dare.

Joon furrowed his eyebrows slightly as if in thought, and despite his eyes being closed he could feel the expectant eyes on him, hungry for juicy gossip to pass around about the golden boy. Of course, he was aware of this little nickname he had been given over the years, despite feigning naivety at his ever abundant popularity. He liked the attention, he liked having people and noise surrounding him, it kept the noise in his head at bay. Though party scenes like this weren’t his forte, mostly because these types of games always seemed to be present.

“Hm, I guess it would have to be getting a leg injury. If I can’t run I’d lose my scholarship so..”

Joon finally answered, even adding a nervous hand to the back of his neck as he lied smoothly, putting on a show coming as easily as breathing to him at this point.

“Hyung, your answers are always so boring!” Haneul whined, holding out the Gs to both ‘hyung’ and ‘boring’. Joon laughed in response, that famous eye crinkle returning.

“Sorry to disappoint.”

Joon responded with a nervous chuckle, the perfect picture of someone who had just revealed their deepest secret to everyone, he almost even believed himself.

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She had definitely stumbled over in the zone of stupidity at this point, somewhere in the back of her mind she knew this and yet still she stuck her forefinger into the chest of the idiot before her, ready to rip him apart completely- but was stopped short when she heard her name called from unfamiliar lips. Pausing, she took her eyes off the meat head before her, unsteady eyes searching for the source of her name, previous anger all but forgotten.

Normally her anger was a force to be reckoned with, typically ending in a rather intense tongue lashing for whoever had the unfortunate position of crossing her. However, her increasingly foggy mind dulled her typical ferocity and her usual razor sharp focus.

So when the male who had called her was suddenly towering over her and the meathead who still had her finger planted on his chest she couldn’t help but give him a rather blank stare, blinking a couple times as she wracked her intoxicated brain, trying to remember who he was.

“Ramen boy!”

she gasped, eyes widening in realization as she finally realized who the ridiculously tall upperclassman was.

“Uh… Iseul right?”

she asked with a tilt of her head that she instantly regretted it when she felt as if her entire axis had been tipped to the side, nearly knocking her off her feet.

The little reunion got cut short though, when meathead started spouting straight garbage out of his dumpster mouth again. Even his voice grated on her nerves as her eyes narrowed into slits once again, her lips turned down in a frown as she glared at him.

“Yah-”

She started, drilling her finger into his sternum as she prepared to put him in his place, upperclassman or not. But she was saved the effort when Iseul spoke, his words were hardly threatening, but even in her half delirious state she could see the way his gaze darkened when he looked at the meathead. It didn’t scare her, if only because he wasn’t directing such an expression at her.

His words surprised her, I mean sure she hadn’t really been hiding the fact that this was definitely not her type of scene but it was still surprising there was still someone sober enough to notice. She certainly wasn't.

Finally, Soomin dropped her arm away from the irritating male and turned to fully face Iseul.

“No, I’m not.”

she answered honestly, her words slightly slurred as her frown deepened.

“My face is hot and I’m tired.”

the girl admitted quietly. Practically wasted after just two shots, any voice of reason had been drowned, her words becoming perhaps too honest.

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