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Plot inspired by Hana Kimi, Princess Hours, Heirs(?), & Boys over Flowers
Genre: Romance, school (university life)


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Welcome to Sungdong University! We provide high-quality education with various field of study. This is a prestgious private university admitting the wealthy, but those with a full-ride scholarship are welcome here. These students live in a beautiful dorm area and an amazing university, but there is one catch: this is only an all-boys university!

We start off at the bustling city of Seoul, where the heart of dreams and inspiration are sought. Sundong University is one of the few universities that will accept a certain amount of people on their campus. This is the new year and is already the second semester of their university life. Many of these people know the existence of the Princes of Sundong, who are at the very top of their very own department. Not only they are intelligent, but they live their life with a golden spoon, showered by love, admiration, and money from people everywhere. Four female students who are friends have agreed to hide their identity as a girl to enter the prestigious school as a boy for their future and benefits, knowing the existence of these guys.


Little did they know that the dorm mates of the four Princes of Sundong suddenly left and a sudden fire in the (4) female lead's dorm will cause them to move into the Princes of Sundong's luxury dorm. To avoid losing their education because of all of the boys, the girls vowed to not be involved with anyone, but in this case, they have no choice but to be stuck with the top four Princes of the university! [/div]
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Notes: Female roles are going to be dressed up as boys in this roleplay, but they MAY use their female pictures as we roleplay. Male roles will suggest that the (F) roles are a guy since it is an all-boy university.
* Realistic Face-claims only :>
* Set in Seoul, South Korea
* 4 male roles each have a different background:
- The (modern) royal Prince of S. Korea [Influence: Princess Hours]
- Heir of a popular family tea-farm & popular singer
- Both parents are popular actor & actress who made millions of money* (May be taken by Sign)
- Heir to a mall & tycoons [Influence: Hana Dori Dango/Boys over Flowers]

. Literacy and proper grammar is important, but I do understand that English is not all of our first languages, so no worries about that .
. We all have lives and have important things to do in our lives. Daily posting is not mandatory but is highly recommended .
. One character per person, please! .
. No mary sues, gary sues, and those other lame stuff that ruins the roleplay for all of us .
. T i m e C h a n g e may occur in this roleplay! Please be aware that if your character is having a conversation with another character, be aware of the warnings of time change. After the warning, the time may change and we have to move on. (everyone needs to have an opportunity to go to places or do other stuff besides being stuck in one place! :> .
. Respect others just like how you would like to be respected by them. We all would just like to have fun and enjoy our time here and definitely would not like it if there is any rude or offensiveness in this roleplay. If anything is wrong, feel free to pm me and I will surely try to figure something out!

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[div class="stab threetab"] Do you remember about moving into the dorm room with the four wealthiest boys in the university? Well, fortunately, for the four new students who planned to move in, the flower boys had made a deal with the president of the university. They were tired of having to stay in a cramped little space and decided that they needed their own privacy away from the other male students staying in the same building as them. In order to compensate the flower boys' complaint, the president would allow them to live in a home, except, the four new dorm mates must move in and stay with them. During this time frame, everyone's schedule is different according to their major and department. Your characters had already unpacked their belongings into their own rooms on the second floor the day before. Your characters are either: (a) at the university, attending/leaving class or (b) back at home.

Oh, and did I mention.... they all haven't formally introduced themselves to each other yet (flower boys and the girls) (since they were practically in their own rooms the first day of them moving into the new house). Some of the characters may already be familiar to each other and others may not. They may clash head, or they might just make it a fine day.

Note: ON page three, time skip will occur to night time. This means that the very first event will occur on this night!
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[Sign]

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T i m e F r a m e​

D r e a m .​

S e a s o n .

Autumn, one of the four seasons. Autumn marks the shift from summer to winter, in September or March, when the duration of daylight becomes noticeably shorter and the temperature cools considerably.

T i m e .

A f t e r n o o n .​

W e a t h e r .

R a i n . ll 71°F ll 21°C​

C h a r a c t e r s .

code by pasta​

 

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The rain splattered the windows of the patient's glass in their dim room. The only hint of light in the hospital room was the light of a small lamp, indicating that the patient was most likely sleeping when Woojin attempted to gently and gingerly open the door to enter. With a doctor's coat on, he wore his casual outfit in the inside- a simple white shirt and black pants. Woojin had thrown his black jacket in the locker room so that it wouldn't get dirty.

It was time for his rounds to check up on his patient as an intern in the Sundong hospital-- something that he had been doing for a while since he volunteered there. Woojin had his clipboard with the information about his patient under his right armpit. He took two steps forward without producing any noises and bam, the idiot knocked into the little table, causing his patient to wake up. He opened his mouth, startled that he inadvertently woke his patient up.


"Doctor Oppa!" Her high-pitched voice caused Woojin to turn to glance at his patient.

Moon-ae, a young seventeen-year-old child with chronic asthma, beamed at his presence in the room. Woojin felt the frustration deep down because he didn't mean to wake her up. He wanted her to have all the rest she could get, and he ruined it. Without having her to worry, though, he gave her a smile in return, to comfort the girl.

"Sorry for waking you up," Woojin uttered, still feeling bad. Woojin then halted after he recognized what she called him, "Moon-ae, I told you that you should be cautious to calling me that. You need to properly call my name instead."

Moon-ae gave him a somber expression, emphasizing her eyes and lips. She lifted her eyebrows, tilting her head and stuck her bottom lip out, making him feel guilty since she wouldn't be able to call him, "Oppa." He shut his eyes for a second and sighed, biting his lips in the process. Woojin would just have to deal with the teasing from the other fellow intern and workers there with his name later.

"Okay, okay. Fine, you win. Go ahead and call me Doctor Oppa then." Woojin yielded, taking out his clipboard under his armpit and glimpsed at her medical information.

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That was practically Woojin's morning. He had a routine clinical from 12 am to the evening, and he was drained. Thankfully, he had enough sleep to strive off the drowsiness, since he needed to finish unpacking the little things such as his textbooks. Woojin drove off back to his new place on his motorcycle, putting on his helmet as he sped off from the hospital back to his "home" shared by the other boys. Note: The hospital would be a bit further from the university obviously


It's obvious to say that Woojin wasn't really thrilled about the concept of having some four random students living alongside with his childhood friends. With his motorcycle parked in the large garage, he entered the house from the garage door, deliberately setting his helmet on the table in the living room. It wasn't raining the night before, so he didn't know about the weather and came back drenched from the rain. The male took off his jacket, setting it on the table also and just wanted to unwind for a while, so he decided to sit down on the couch, reclining his head on the couch rest, taking a deep breath as he closed his eyes. [/div][/div] [div class=pos][div class="round1 round"][/div] . [div class="round2 round"][/div] . [div class="round3 round"][/div] [div class=stats]Mood: Guilty -> Cold & tired | Mentions: None | Interaction: None
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[weldherwings]

Son Han-Bin

the rising star

© southside

mood: exhausted / zombie hannie

location: hannie's bedroom ↝ living room

outfit: see picture (grey jumper, black trackpants + bare feet)

inspiration: let him sleep yall

interaction: Sign

He must’ve been absolutely mental. Or a complete idiot.

Either one of them would be the perfect description of Son Han-Bin at this current moment in his life. He, for some reason, thought it would be a great idea to get back into studying on campus as opposed to online like he had been for the last two years. He also thought that it was a smart idea to record a solo album whilst his other band members were off on military service or venturing into the vast unknown of the world. And to top it all off, he thought it would just be amazing to go ahead and agree with his childhood friends that they should move out of the dorms and into their own private house.

Well, sure, staying in the dorms was painful. For starters, he was always being told off by some random guys about being late for curfew but, to this date, he was very confused to if those curfews were actually real or not. I mean, the other guys in the dorms could’ve just been playing a joke on him because he was a famous rapper and all. And then the fact he was a well-known rapper was another reason for the pain to exist. It seemed that a couple of the other boys within their dorm quarters had told girls in the surrounding area that Han-Bin stayed there. Probably to try and impress them or something. However, it meant that he felt like he was on high alert. There had been maybe three or four girls knocking down their door at one point after finding out where he lived. So, it was safe to say that security was pretty crap at the dorms.

He was more annoyed by the fact that he agreed to move when they decided to. Whilst everyone had pretty much finished unpacking all their items, Han-Bin’s room still had multiple boxes which he still had to go through. Heck, he still needed to set up his computer so he could do some mixing from home. He had his bed made, his desk and his wardrobe and clothes all hung inside. His mind had convinced him that it was all he needed for the next few days. Because for the next few days, it was non-stop work. Well, he had been non-stop working for the last month. But now… it was even more so.

They had a deadline which had Han-Bin in the studio at his company from sunset to sunrise. Funny how you seem to get more work and inspiration during the dead of the night, right? He was a true moonchild when it came to his work. However, due to this hectic scheduling, it meant that something had to suffer. It was either sleep or going to classes. Yesterday, he picked classes. Which probably wasn’t the smartest idea as he fell asleep during two of them. Today, however, he decided to ditch class and to unpack and sleep.

Han-Bin had arrived home just after five in the morning to a dead, sleepy house. He took the time to try and sort out some of his boxes, knowing that he should use the energy he had to good use. He wasn’t sure what time it had been, but he had found himself lying on his bed with Lilah, his cat, purring upon his chest as he gently stroked her ears. His eyelids had become heavy and he drifted off to sleep. Despite having plenty of hours of sleep, the sound of the rain hitting off his window pulled him back into reality. With a frown upon his face, he slowly sat up in bed, barely able to keep his eyes opened. His fingers ran through his brown hair, causing the strands to stick up on it ends as he allowed a large yawn to slip past his lips.

He reached over to grab his phone to check the time, trying to wake himself up a bit more. Okay, he still felt like a bus had hit him. But he had to get going to the studio within a couple of hours. He probably should attempt to make some human contact today, especially with the boys. He couldn’t live his whole life as a hermit as much as he really enjoyed the thought of it. Pushing himself off the bed, he made his way out of his bedroom in his typical zombie-like tired state and proceeded to make his way downstairs. He couldn’t help but continue to rub his eyes and allow large yawns to escape past his lips, all the while trying to focus on not falling down the steps (which he had already done – twice – since they had arrived at the house).

In an autopilot, living dead mode, Han-Bin travelled over to the living room and laid down on the couch, tummy first. His eyes came to a complete close once again with his mind barely connecting the dots that Woo-Jin was sitting over on the other couch. It wasn’t until he allowed his eyes to open the tiniest little bit did he realise that his good friend was sitting there. “You’re home.” He mumbled against the pillow, his brown eyes closing once more with a soft smile forming on his face.

 

[Sign]

[div class=container][div class=image][/div] [div class=blk][div class=title]Ok Woojin [div class=line][/div] [div class=lil] The actor's shadow[/div][/div] [div class=b][div class=lilimage][/div][/div] [div class=info] [div class=post][div class=scroll] Peace and the quiet atmosphere resided with Woojin in the empty living room, catching a couple of breaths in and out through his nose. Nothing but the sound of the flowing rain outside of the home could be heard from the living room until a familiar voice greeted Woojin.

"You're home."

Woojin deliberately opened his eyes to look at the owner of the voice, unbothered by the presence of the person who laid on the other couch near him. He was the star of the house and the land of South Korea at the moment: Son Han-bin. A popular idol in a group called DAZE. A single remark of that name from girls would cause them to squeal and bounce around like little rabbits.

Hanbin was a precious friend to him, to the point that he would even go to his concert for support.

Ah, that time. Woojin and his three friends planned on supporting his friend by going to his concert. The genius Junsu determined that he didn't want to deal with any girls or anyone in general, beside his friends of course. He grumbled about staying on the concert floor with strangers rubbing their shoulders with theirs.

According to Woojin to his guys, since they're wealthy, any intimacy or touch from the girls would cost them at least one million won. So what did the boys do during this time? Buy out the VIP floor precisely just for the three of them. And what was the result of attending Hanbin's concert? More fangirls for the boys. This was the outcome from Woojin that Hanbin has just too many girls who were prepared to be fans for anyone--at least, that was what he thought. He raised his head and tended to Hanbin's direction,

"Just got home from the hospital." Woojin replied. He slid out his Samsung galaxy note phone out, clicking the lock screen so it would turn on to see the time. "No school today?" He questioned. It was quite rare to even see Hanbin at home, at least in Woojin's case. He was either out for school or his work schedule took him away from spending time with Woojin and the boys.

Buzz!

Woojin's phone reverberated from his hand and decided to see what it was, unlocking his phone this time. His lock screen was a photograph of the guys at Junsu's place for a hangout. Junsu wrapped his arm around Woojin's neck as Ha Neul and Hanbin both had their heads touching each other, tilted and threw out a peace sign in the picture. The image of his home screen was their childhood picture of them all at the aquarium around the age of eight. The five of them stood in a line, smiling in behind of a large glass aquarium tank. Woojin tapped the message icon and glanced at the message that was sent to him.

"Mr. Ok Woojin. I am here to offer you the main role to play in a current Korean drama. The producer is very famous for making big-name dramas and believes that someone like you should try to audition for the role.

Sincerely, Big Hit Entertainment"

Woojin locked his phone, gliding it back into his pocket in his pants. "So.... Hanbin. Would you like to go to my audition for me for a Korean drama? You can be me if you want." He suggested, both serious and in a jokingly way. Maybe sending someone like Hanbin would make him a famous actor too, but... it was already too much for him, so Woojin changed his mind, for his and Hanbin's sake.

"I'm just joking. Look at you, you're already tired like a puppy." He stated. Hanbin was like a little brother to him, so he wouldn't want to overwork the poor kid out due to him. "Do you need any help with your room or anything at all?" [/div][/div] [div class=pos][div class="round1 round"][/div] . [div class="round2 round"][/div] . [div class="round3 round"][/div] [div class=stats]Mood: Adoring(Hanbin)| Mentions: weldherwings | Interaction: Son Hanbin
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[weldherwings]

Son Han-Bin

the rising star

© southside

mood: exhausted / zombie hannie

location: living room

outfit: see picture (grey jumper, black trackpants + bare feet)

inspiration: sleepy soft boi

interaction: Sign

At the sound of his friend’s voice, Han-bin began to shift on the couch into a new position. He turned onto his back, resting the back of his head on the pillow and letting out a content sigh. His hand snaked up under his jumper, slightly grazing over his warm skin as he scratched his stomach. His other arm came up, resting his forearm on the top of his head. All the while, his sleepy eyes remaining closed. He knew that Woojin wouldn’t be offended that he was listening to him while having his eyes closed and not looking over at his direction. After all, he had a habit of just… falling asleep everywhere.

If there was a place to lie down, you bet your sweet ass Hanbin was lying down and falling asleep there. There had even been times where he had fallen asleep in chairs or even sitting up. Sleep was something he completely adored and it was something all the boys knew. They also knew how little sleep he was able to obtain during the night due to his hectic workload and respected the fact that he mainly slept during the day when he had the chance. In fact, they respected the fact that his work schedule and now study schedule kept him away from the house or locked in his room. Heck, not to mention taking time to recharge himself after spending so much time around other people. As an extreme introvert, sometimes he wondered if the star life was for him considering how many people he had to work with and a large number of fans he greeted on a daily basis.

His eyebrows rose slightly at Woojin’s question about school. Well, he wasn’t going to lie to his friend and it wasn’t like he was going to scold him like a teenager if he told the truth. “Skipped today to catch up on sleep” he honestly replied before allowing a wide yawn slip past his lips. Oh man, even just saying the world sleep was making him drowsier. His index finger began to lightly play with his belly button underneath his jumper as he began to question his schedule mentally. Did he really have to go back to the studio tonight? He knew that he had a dance class which he had to attend but, I mean, his new album didn’t really need him to dance if he was performing it.

Hanbin’s solo album which he had been working on over the last few months was completely different to anything DAZE ever released. Whilst DAZE fell into the ‘k-pop’ genre and each song had its own intense choreographed dance routine, Hanbin’s upcoming album was… well, it was different. Much different to the stuff DAZE produced. It was more of the lines of hip hop and spoken word which he complied together with poems he had been writing since he was in high school. Even though the boys were always supportive of his work, especially with DAZE (oh, how he would never forget that concert), his spoken word poetry was something he struggled to share with them. He had shown them some of the snippets of the songs which he was working on when he had the chance to, but nothing over twenty seconds long. When he did, he could feel his face flush and become extremely embarrassed. I mean, spoken word poetry was more of an American thing. When he came to Korea, he struggled to find any places that had spoken word events and to find any Korean artist that primarily did spoken word. This is why the big boss of his company thought it’d be amazing to release some of his poems in the form of a solo album while the other members were away.

A wide smile formed on his face, followed by a small chuckle as he heard Woojin’s suggestion. “You know I can’t act for shit” he responded with that warm smile across his face. It was true though. Since DAZE debuted, the group have been on many variety shows to promote their albums. On these variety shows, they always asked them to do stupid things like aegyo or to try and act out a scene of some popular show. Hanbin found it so difficult to stay serious and always ended up blushing like a mad man and falling to the ground in embarrassment. There was no way he’d be able to do any serious acting.

At the mention of his room and if he needed any help with unpacking his boxes, Hanbin simply shook his head. “There’s no point today…” he sighed “I have to be at the studio again tonight and if I start unpacking, then I’m not going to be able to stop.” His tired eyes flickered opened for a moment, gazing at the ceiling as his mind began to process his schedule for the next twenty-four hours. Oh man, how he would love to just stay at home and relax with the boys. Hanbin tilted his head to gaze over at Woojin with a small pout on his face. “Do you want to call my manager and tell him I’m too sick to come out and play tonight? He was saying the other day he was watching one of your old shows and loved your acting. Maybe if you butter him up, he’ll cut me some slack and let me play at home instead?” he suggested, half-joking but, at the same time, being half-serious. It had been quite a while since he had time off to be with the boys. Not to mention, he was still yet to officially meet these new guys who had moved in with them. In fact, he kept forgetting that they had moved in with four complete strangers.

 

[vesper.]

SEO JUNSU (서 준수)

LOCATION:
SJ Group HQ -> Home
MOOD:
oof, i'm not ready for humans
OUTFIT:
★彡
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Junsu grit his teeth in annoyance as his father’s secretary read a list to him. Send over new camping line designs, call Lawyer hyung about copyright infringement, set up dinner for Japanese representatives..hold on. The handsome man lifted his gaze to the petite woman in front of him as she continued to read on. “Stop.”

Her expression seemed panicked and slightly shocked as she tried to form a sentence, “S-Sir, this list is very important and your father was very adamant that you take care of the-..”

He let out an irritated sigh before standing up, grabbing his coat off the end of the chair he had been sitting at. “I said stop, didn't I?” Junsu hesitated for a moment as he squinted to read her gold plated name tag. “Listen, Miss Soo-ji. These are all things that a secretary would do. Last time I checked that was YOUR job description.” There was an icy tone in his voice as he got closer, placing a finger on the clipboard she held. It slid out of her hands with a clack.

“But Sir, I...” He moved past her, exiting as she began to argue, ignoring whatever she was going on about. Having to spend time as his father’s stand in was the most irritating part of his week and her little list of made up busy work was only annoying him more. It was no wonder he went through so many assistants, they were all around his age and so annoying. The eagerness to please the CEO of SJ Group was overwhelmingly stupid.

At the bottom of the elevator he ignored two girls waiting for him with signs, ever since Hannie's concert the fan girls were flocking more heavily past security. He admired his idol status friend, if it was him with so many stalkers he would have already drowned himself. To their luck Hannie was polite and had a way with words.

Junsu could level with them, his friend was talented and handsome so falling in love with him was only natural. What wasn't natural was the way they became so infatuated with him that the poor man could barely buy a gallon of milk without needing some sort of escort. His only happiness now was knowing that he was on his way home to take a nap and hopefully see his bros.
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His keys jingled as he opened the door to their new home for the semester, a home which would have been perfect if the implementation that they would have to harbor four nobodies hadn't been set in place. Juice-su kind of expected the house to be empty considering the fact that all the boys were usually super busy but to his surprise both Woojin and Han-Bin could be heard.

His usually sour expression lit up into a slight smile as he approached the couch, taking his jacket off on the way. "Well, well, well. Should I play the lottery today? Both of you are here at the same time? I'm shocked, truly." His tone was playful, ruffling Hannie's hair gently as he took a seat next to Woojin.

The brown haired male laid his arm around his best friend, applying slight pressure as he spoke. "Han-bin, your fan girls are slowly flooding into our offices now to ask me for an autograph. You poor thing, what should I do for you?"

 

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Using one hand, he rubbed over his closed eyelids and let out a stressed sigh. He slouched against his desk chair, giving him an unattractive posture that his childhood manner teacher would faint at the site of. The slow rush of the breeze flowed through the open window hanging beside his bed, accompanied with droplets of rain. He originally thought the steady blow of cool, autumn air would somehow ignite inspiration within him, however, all it managed to do was soak his bedspread. He lazily pushed himself from the work chair and trudged over to the exposed part of his room to force the windows closed. Of course in the process, he had to kneel on his soaked comforter --yuck! He carefully locked the paned windows shut before climbing off the bed.

The rainwater had soaked into the prince’s sweatpants, and it felt incredibly uncomfortable. He found himself pulling the wet fabric from his knees, but with every move, the pant would cling back to his skin like a magnet over metal. Before he could fix his uncomfortable apparel, he’d have to figure out the bigger issue before mold began to grow within his bedding. He pulled the comforter off his bed and hung it over the wooden footer seated in front of it. The water hadn’t seeped past the feather stuffing of the blanket, so he didn’t have to remove the sheets as well. It was a lesson well learned: don’t dumbly leave your window open while it’s raining.

He kicked off his sweatpants, tossing them to the corner of his room, where a small laundry pile was beginning to grow before picking out replacement pants. Simple black ones would do -- he doubted he’d be going out that night, especially with an essay-weighted-ball attached to his ankle STILL. outfit

Finally, after a solid hour of slaving over his computer in his dimly lit room, he left it to see if any of his friends were lurking around the apartment. And, what a beautiful sight it was, his three of his friends situated in the living room. It was unusual for most of them to be all together in one room, this early in the day -- it was a blessing. He, himself, was usually in a class, studying or attending some royal event.

"Guys!" He expressed his shock and joy with a simple word before falling silent. And, without saying anything else, he sat down on the couch, well, specifically on top of Hannie, pretending he was seat cushion and nothing more. With a blank face, he looked between the two men at the other couch. “I don’t like this new pillow.” He paused for a few moments before shaking his head. “It kind of sucks -- I don’t know.” Sighing with faux disappointment, he glanced around the room briefly. “I swear I saw Hannie. I wonder where he went.”

Looking at them now, he remembered new people were shuffling their way into their apartment. The prince nearly laughed out loud when he found that out, he thought it was a joke. But it wasn’t at all one. He was looking on the bright side though; making new friends was always a pleasant experience. Over the many years, he’s always had the same close friend group. The other “friends” he ran into were interchangeable and never lasted more than a year or two. Perhaps things would be different now. More life-long friends, what more could he ask for? Sign weldherwings vesper.

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[Kipsy]

Sung-min

| Location: | Sung-min's room Living room
| Mood: | Sulky
| Tags: | Sign weldherwings vesper. pasta

It was a safe bet to say that Sung-min was a pluviophile. He loved--no, adored--the rain. That's why when the downpour started up, he opened his window and stuck his head out. Soaked strands of hair clung heavily to his forehead as the water drizzled down his face. He grinned into it, happy that he was alone in his room after everything that had transpired today. If he had agreed to what his parents had requested of him, he would be chucked into a room full of stuffy board members for the remainder of the day. In the presence of those people, he was pretty sure this serenity wouldn't be possible. And thus, he was extremely grateful for the small bout of courage that had overcome him this morning. Without it, he wouldn't have been able to say no.

His phone buzzed on the nightstand. Sung-min pulled himself back inside and closed the window, ignoring the droplets of water that were soaking into his shirt. Checking his phone, he was glad to see that Nari had gotten back to his prior text.

»youre just delaying the inevitable, minnie«​

Ah, that was the truth, wasn't it? He had played the "I'm too young for board meetings" card again. It was only natural that his favorite excuse would soon be useless. Not only was it incredibly overused (it was a miracle it worked anymore), he wouldn't be in his teens for much longer. A pained sigh left his chapped lips as he sent Nari another message.

»well what am i supposed to do? agree to go sit through a boring-ass discussion of things i could care less about?«

»yes.«​

Sung-min swallowed. Why did he bother asking? Nari's position on this matter had been made clear ever since his parents had started asking him to accompany them to work. He should be grateful to be able to inherit such a famous chain of coffee shops. This opportunity isn't something other people are ever able to come by. It was special and he should be taking advantage of it. If only she knew that he didn't know if he wanted to take on the family business, that he was thinking of trying out other paths to see what fit him best. Unfortunately, he lacked the guts to say anything like that to her. Still, there was some part of him that figured she already knew. For some reason, that freaked him even more out.

Choosing not to reply to Nari, even though it pained him, Sung-min checked the time. He had a class in about an hour. He couldn't believe his parents had asked him to just give up the rest of the day, the rest of his classes, for a stupid meeting. It was their idea to send him off to university in the first place. The whole thing seemed so ridiculous and contradictory to him, not to mention pointless. He just wanted to stick his head out of his window and enjoy the rain. Screw education. Screw conforming. Screw...

Ah, who was he kidding? He made his way to his dresser and changed into a fresh shirt, running his fingers through his soaked hair in an effort to tame the mess on top of his head. It didn't help, his hair still dribbling water everywhere, but at least he looked less like he'd rested his head out of his window in the rain and more like he'd just gotten out of the shower.

»minnie~ you know i just want whats best for u«​

Another text. Sung-min bit his lip. Was this really what was best for him? To live his life like an emotionless robot? To force himself to just go along with his parents' plans for him? Surely not, but... He had faith in Nari. Far too much faith, but it wasn't something he could help. Her word was law. He complied with her wishes just like that. She could probably ask him to jump off a cliff and he would.

»i know. next time, i promise.«

»ill take it «​

His heart ached. Why did this always hurt so much? Trying to push his feelings into a bottle like he always did, Sung-min took in a shaky breath and headed to his door. Maybe he'd actually run into the new dormmates. What were their names anyway? He should've tried to get to know them sooner. It's already day two and he didn't know a single thing about any of them. Five new people. Five. And he was stuck living with all of them. He was hesitant to step out into the hall, anxiety eating away at his insides. However, they couldn't be all that bad, right? He just needed to keep his mask in good shape and nothing would go wrong. Perhaps they might even wind up being friends.

With that final mental reassurance, Sung-min stepped out to face the world. He made his way to the living room, having heard voices coming from that direction, and was relieved to see that the sources were friendly ones. Lo and behold, the four other princes were already seated in the room, chit-chatting. What an occasion. When was the last time they'd all been together so early on in the day? He didn't even recall. Usually, they were in class, studying, or otherwise busy. This was nice, for a change. He allowed himself a small smile.

"Hey, lucky," he said, not aware of their prior conversation. "We're all here together." His eyes caught sight of Ha Neul sitting on top of Han-bin, which made him shake his head fondly. Instead of coming to Han-bin's rescue, however, he merely stood there, leaning against the wall. It was all good-natured, anyway; there was no real need for him to intervene. Plus, Sung-min had already shown favor to Hannie this morning by sliding him a note under his door. He needed to spread his love out more evenly.

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[Uxie]

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god please release me from my suffering

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art studio → living room

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basc everyone in the living room

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Sign weldherwings pasta Kipsy vesper.
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moon-hee

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[/div][div class=body][div class=scroll]it was a little past 7 when moon-hee finally slipped out of the art studio, locking up the door. she'd been there since the afternoon, painting, and had lost track of time. her stomach growled as she walked down the hallway. she'd forgotten dinner. eun-ji would smack her if she found out, but it's okay, eun-ji wouldn't find out. she'd just have a heavy breakfast. besides, eun=ji was gonna kill her if she found out she was getting home this late anyways.

as she walked through the almost empty hallways, she thought about her new living situation. moon-hee wasn't the least bit pleased with it, and that was a massive understatement. she'd been pleased—perfectly content, in fact, with her previous arrangement with the girls, but now she had five new roommates to worry about. that was five more people she had to lie to. it was horrible. what if they found out?

"finally out of there, huh?" a voice broke her out of her thoughts. she'd already made it to the exit, and it was the nice security guard she'd gotten to know over the past few months. she smiled politely at him. [div class=dialogue]"um, yeah. i've still got a lot of material to revise. what about you, mr. kim?"[/div] he looked at her in confusion, and she paused and corrected herself quickly[div class=dialogue]"oh, yeah, you're the. security guard. ha ha. sorry, i'm a little out of it today."[/div] he laughed and shot her a kind smile. "get home safe, kid."

she maintained her awkward smile as she pushed the glass doors open, then immediately dashed out, her face flushed with embarrassment. what the hell? that was so dumb of her. mr. kim probably thought she was an idiot now, but he'd probably already thought that anyways. she was so caught up in her self-berating it took her a little while to notice the pouring rain. she reached for her umbrella, glad she'd remembered to bring it, but the wind and rain were only getting stronger by the second. even with her little purple umbrella, she was getting a faceful of rain with every step she took. by the time moon-hee finally made it to the dorm, she was drenched and hungry. she hoped eun-ji was home. she'd be grateful for a warm bowl of noodles tonight.

she made a fruitless attempt at drying herself off before unlocking the door, opening it wide and calling out to her friends. [div class=dialogue]"eun-ji-"[/div] she cut herself off as she noticed five boys sprawled onto the couch, now with their heads turned towards her.

ah, right. she had more roommates now.

moon-hee paused, then shut the door quietly again. taking a moment to recover and checking that her glasses and hair were alright, she took a deep breath, and swung the door open again. stepping in, she gently closed the door behind her, then turned to face them, staring at them as they stared back. [div class=dialogue]"h-hello- hello."[/div] she squeaked out, then caught herself and made a try at lowering it, though it came out sounding more like she was about to cry. her grip on her back tightened, and she let out an awkwardly loud laugh as she stumbled to explain her earlier actions while inching towards the stairs. [div class=dialogue]"good morning. by the way. i went back outside because. i, um, forgot something by the lift. yeah."[/div]
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[div class=container][div class=image][/div] [div class=blk][div class=title]Ok Woojin [div class=line][/div] [div class=lil] The actor's shadow[/div][/div] [div class=b][div class=lilimage][/div][/div] [div class=info] [div class=post][div class=scroll] The dolphin turned his body so he could face up. Woojin had listened to Hanbin talk and silently listened, staring at his fingers in the process. The male's mind began to wander off, until Hanbin mentioned about his manager, causing him to grab his attention.

"That sounds great. I'll just give him my autograph and kiss his ass to make him happy." Woojin sarcastically remarked. He could see the weariness in Hanbin's face. (Hanbin)Grumbling about school and work for the day, Woojin could only sigh. "Okay, fine." The male muttered. He slid out his phone and tapped on his contacts list. He began scrolling through his contacts list until he saw Hanbin's manager's phone number.

Hanbin's master

BEEP

Woojin dialed the number and patiently waited for the other person to pick up. "....Hello?"

Woojin fixed his voice, lighting up a smile as if he was thrilled to speak to Hanbin's manager. "Ah yes! Is this Hanbin's manager by chance?"

There was a long pause before the manager responded to him. "Yes.... who is this?" Woojin knew that saving Hanbin's manager's number would come in handy one day. This was the first time in a long time that he had called Hanbin's manager to get ahold of Hanbin, but this time, it was to save the dolphin.

"This is Ok Woojin speaking at the moment." Woojin glimpsed at the lifeless Hanbin on the couch, "I believe that Mister Son Hanbin will not be able to come tonight because he's coming down with a very contagious fever. I suggest him to stay home and get some rest, otherwise, he will make the people around him sick." Woojin didn't hear another reply for a second, then the manager's voice became soft and eager to hear Woojin's voice.

"Ah, is that so? I believe that he had a schedule today right?--"
"Speaking about it, I believe my mother and father conversed about Hanbin and I assume it was you standing next to us, right? The time we aired a variety show together, it was a pleasure to be able to meet the person who helped shape up Hanbin to who he is today."
"Haha! Oh yes. Oh my gosh, it is an honor to be able to be acknowledged by you and your family. I'm a big fan!"
"Maybe we should have dinner together, with you and Hanbin of course." Woojin lit out a smirk, emphasizing Hanbin's name so he could catch what was going on.
"Yes! No worries! Hanbin can rest today as much as he needs to! There's no worry about delaying his schedule."
"Thank you. I'll be sure to put in a couple of good words to my parents and to your boss."

Beep

Woojin went back to his old, grumpy self, biting his lips. "You're free to do whatever you'd like today, young one." Woojin established, putting his phone on the table this time. Woojin stroked his hair back, resting until he heard another voice call out to the two of them. Woojin turned to see Junsu sit right next to Woojin. Right as the blowfish placed his bottoms on the couch, Woojin was about to fly out of the couch because Junsu practically hopped next to Woojin as he laid his arm around Woojin.

Ha Neul bustled in. Being the brilliant, Prince he is, he addressed them all. Right as Ha Neul came to sit on Hanbin, Woojin was about to stop him but found it amusing if he didn't say anything as Ha Neul sat on top of Hanbin.

“I don’t like this new pillow.” Ha Neul complained, uncomfortable as the poor dolphin was suffocating under him. The Prince proceeded to carelessly sit on top of him. Woojin held in his laugh, only smiling as he brushed the tip of his nose with the side of his index finger, indicating that something was really wrong.

With Junsu next to Woojin, that guy was fascinated about Hanbin's fangirls. Sungmin arrived also, leaning on the wall.

"Hey, lucky, we're all here together."

"Afternoon, you loach" Woojin announced. Woojin used his right hand to invite him over, motioning him to come to sit with the boys.
"Looks like we're finally together for once--"

"H-hello- hello." one of the new boys stepped in, his voice as soft as a mouse. The stranger tried to laugh it off, then greeted the guys. "Good morning. By the way, I went back outside because. I, um, forgot something by the lift. Yeah."

Woojin only glanced at the new kid, staring at the boy's physical composition, not speaking a single word. He seemed to look a bit more femenine. Well... at least more than Ha Neul in his case. He was sure that these five new kids were thrilled to live on their own with the boys because they were rich. At least, hopefully, Woojin felt that they shouldn't get close to them if all they want is their money and reputation. [/div][/div] [div class=pos][div class="round1 round"][/div] . [div class="round2 round"][/div] . [div class="round3 round"][/div] [div class=stats]Mood: Delighted | Mentions: @welderwings Uxie Kipsy pasta vesper. | Location: Living room | Outfit: current picture[/div][/div][/div][/div][/div] [class=container]height: 340px; max-width: 500px; padding: 10px; margin: auto; background: #c0d6e4 [/class] [class=image]height: 100%; width: 33%; background-image: url(https://i.imgur.com/LvccWlI.jpg); background-size: 200%; background-position: 55% 30% [/class] [class=blk]height: 100%; width: 65%; left: 35%; position: relative; top: -200px [/class] [class=title]position: relative; top: -120px; left: 0px; max-width: 235px; width: 100%; text-transform: uppercase; font-size: 20px; color: #003366 [/class] [class=line]height: 1px; width: 100%; background: #5a1527 [/class] [class=lil]position: relative; width: 96%; text-align: right; font-style: italic; font-size: 10px; text-transform: lowercase; letter-spacing: 1px; color: #202020; [/class] [class=b]position: relative; left: 240px; top: -175px; height: 20%; width: 20%; padding: 5px; border-radius: 0px 100px 100px 100px; border: 1px solid #5a1527 [/class] [class=lilimage]height: 100%; width: 100%; border-radius: 0px 100px 100px 100px; background-image: url(https://66.media.tumblr.com/83a7182130c063ffcba4b1c48ae09a97/tumblr_pnct85fAVE1xtcqsxo4_r1_400.gif); background-size: 200%; background-position: 60% 55% [/class] [class=info]position: relative; left: 0px; top: -165px; height: 245px; max-width: 310px [/class] [class=post]height: 190px; width: 101%; font-size: 10px; overflow: hidden [/class] [class=scroll]height: 100%; width: 100%; overflow-y: scroll; text-align: justify; padding-right: 30px [/class] [class=pos]position: relative; top: 15px; height: 35px; max-width: 305px; text-align: center; color: transparent; overflow: hidden [/class] [class=round]position: relative; display: inline-block; height: 25px; width: 25px; border-radius: 100%; background: #d6e2d5; transition: 0.7s; [/class] [class=round2]transition: 0.7s; display: inline-block; height: 25px; width: 25px; border-radius: 100%; background: #0483bb [/class] [class=round3]transition: 0.7s; display: inline-block; height: 25px; width: 25px; border-radius: 100%; background: #944e71 [/class] [class=bla]background: #e8e5f9 [/class] [class=ble]background: #786a81 [/class] [class=blo]background: #d05f7a [/class] [class=stats]position: relative; top: 10px; width: 100%; margin: auto;font-weight: 800; font-size: 9px; color: white [/class] [script class=post on=mouseenter] addClass bla round1 addClass ble round2 addClass blo round3 [/script] [script class=post on=mouseleave] removeClass bla round1 removeClass ble round2 removeClass blo round3 [/script] [script class=pos on=mouseenter] addClass up round addClass up stats removeClass down round removeClass down2 stats [/script] [script class=pos on=mouseleave] addClass down round addClass down2 stats addClass up round addClass up stats [/script] [class name=up] animation-name: {post_id}up; animation-direction: normal; animation-duration: 0.5s; animation-delay: 0s; animation-timing-function: ease-out; animation-iteration-count: 1; animation-fill-mode: both; [/class] [animation=up] [keyframe=0]top: 0px[/keyframe] [keyframe=100]top: -30px[/keyframe] [/animation] [class name=down] animation-name: {post_id}down; animation-direction: normal; animation-duration: 0.5s; animation-delay: 0s; animation-timing-function: ease-out; animation-iteration-count: 1; animation-fill-mode: both; [/class] [animation=down] [keyframe=0]top: -30px[/keyframe] [keyframe=100]top: 0px[/keyframe] [/animation] [class name=down2] animation-name: {post_id}down2; animation-direction: normal; animation-duration: 0.5s; animation-delay: 0s; animation-timing-function: ease-out; animation-iteration-count: 1; animation-fill-mode: both; [/class] [animation=down2] [keyframe=0]top: -30px[/keyframe] [keyframe=100]top: 10px[/keyframe] [/animation]

 

[weldherwings]

Son Han-Bin

the rising star

© southside

mood: get off me squid / ok i'm confused / is it bed time yet?

location: living room

outfit: grey jumper, black trackpants + bare feet

inspiration: confused bub

interaction: Sign pasta vesper. Kipsy Uxie

As he heard Woojin’s sigh, mutter and the sound of him sliding out his phone, Hanbin couldn’t help but watch the male with wide eyes. He seriously wasn’t doing it, right? I mean, he had been half-joking at the time about it. But also, half-serious. Come to think of it, he couldn’t remember the last time he had any time off whilst sick. With DAZE’s crazy touring and recording schedules, he would generally have to sleep off any form of sickness whilst on the road or in the studio. There had been multiple occasions during their world tours where he’d suffer from hypoxia. He’d perform his heart out on stage, but as soon as the lights went down and they went backstage to prepare for their next songs, he’d find the medical team rushing over with a breathing mask and cannula for oxygen therapy. All the while the other staff wiping his sweat away, massaging his shoulders and neck, and preparing him for the next song whilst he’d lie there, practically passed out.

He could remember how angry and annoyed the boys were when news spread out about what happened behind the scenes of the concert. And it wasn’t just once on the tour that it happened – there were multiple times where he felt like his chest was tight, he was dizzy and he couldn’t breathe properly. But, as the youngest of the group, he kept pushing forward. And he didn’t want to let the DREAMERS down. But, oh boy, he never mentioned to his close childhood friends in fear that he would worry them too much. Alas, he completely forgot that the were multiple cameras which were following his every move as they were recording behind the scenes content for a tour movie and for their YouTube channel. It was… well, it was a bit awkward for Hannie to say the least when the footage came out and he was all the sudden faced by the boys who were annoyed he didn’t tell them what happened, angry at the agency for not giving him proper rest, and followed by with overflowing love and compassion, ensuring that he was okay now and cared for him.

Woojin, in particular, was one of those who cared for him during this time. As the Clown Fish was within the medical fields, he knew what he was doing when it came to check-ups. So, Hanbin allowed his friend to do all his poking and prodding, having felt embarrassed and annoyed at himself for not sharing the news with his closest friends. In fact, it seemed that Woojin was always there for him. Even now, as he spoke with his manager in a sly manner, Hanbin could only just stare at the other male in complete awe. His Hyung was always so confident and caring – something which Hannie truly admired about him. The boy’s mouth fell open in shock and his tired eyes widened as Woojin announced that he was free to do whatever he wanted today. “You’re a God, you know that?” Hannie said to him, star-struck and in complete awe of the Clown Fish.

Before he could continue praising Woojin, another voice caught his attention. Junsu entered the area and took a seat next to Woojin – well, not without ruffling Hannie’s hair. The boy scrunched his face up, feeling his already crazy bed hair locks fall randomly and bringing a hand up to flatten it down. Ah, there was no point. He had gel in it yesterday and didn’t wash his hair, so of course, it was going to be mental today. But Junsu was right – It had been a long time since everyone had been together. Upon hearing Junsu’s comment about his fangirls, he gave a sleepy chuckle, lazily gazing back up at the ceiling. “Sorry about that…” he sighed as he brought both his hands up to run them through his matted locks “I’ll put something up on the fansite and my Instagram tonight about it.”

And once again, before he could finish off his sentence, he heard a familiar voice and a great weight on top of his stomach. “Oooff!” escaped past his lips, almost feeling like the wind had been knocked out of him. The boy scrunched up his face as he turned his head and ah, yes, there was Ha Neul. Trying to push buttons and boundaries again. As the damn squid pretended to claim he was sitting on a ‘new pillow’ and asked where Hanbin was as he swore he saw him before, Hannie scrunched his face up even further. “Ya! You’re going to break me one of these days!” he said loudly before jabbing his fingers vigorously into Ha Neul’s side multiple times, hoping it would cause the male to fall over or at least hop off him.

And then was another familiar voice – Sung-min?! Wow, this was a rare occasion. “Am I missing something here?” Hannie commented, looking around the boys with a confused complexion on his face. “We’re not doing like a… an intervention or something? I’m not doing drugs, I swear.” It had been such a long time since all five of the boys had been able to gather together like this, even if it was for five minutes. And it was no body’s fault; they led very busy, different lives. Which was why Hannie decided to study and to join them in the dorms. With his other band members away, the band’s dorm had fallen from four occupants to just one. Which freaked the boy out. Knowing that there was no there to help him if he was ever in trouble. So, when the thought of joining the boys in their dorm came up, he jumped straight onto that bandwagon without even asking his manager. I mean, sure, he was an introvert. But he was an introvert who didn’t want to die in the middle of the night because some crazed sasaeng fan made their way into his house, kidnapped him and accidentally choked him to death because he wouldn’t kiss them or something.

And then finally, there was another voice.

But it wasn’t a voice he had heard before.

Hanbin lifted his head to see… another boy standing there. Someone he had never seen before. Was this… an assistant to someone here? Or maybe… a gardener? You could see the confused complexion on Hannie’s face as he gazed at Moon-hee, trying to figure out who the hell this person was and why they were in the house. And then it finally dawned on him – was this one of the new boys that were living with them? Maybe…? Searching for some sort of guidance, Hannie gazed over at Woojin and Junsu over at the other couch, trying to telepathically speak to them. Is this a new boy for the house? What’s his name? What do we say? Do we help them out? His eyes spoke rapidly to his two friends, praying that they had developed the skills of being able to read his telepathic eye messages over these many years of being friends.

 

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. D O V E Sign pasta vesper. Kipsy Uxie [/div] [div class=post][div class=scrollbox] It was only afternoon, but already Eun-Ji felt exhausted beyond belief. Leading Hyejee was basically herding a cat; unpredictable and more often than not, a lost cause. If they'd stayed even a minute longer in the grocery, Hyejee would doubtlessly have talked her into grabbing something she didn't need. As it was, she was already carrying more than the grocery list had enumerated. That wasn't even including the things Hyejee was carrying in her own paper bag.

She wouldn't need to buy so much in the future at least. Eunji visibly winced as she remembered the state of the kitchen and pantry last night. The lack of food in the house was the main reason why she'd needed help shopping today. The only things in the kitchen that got used the microwave and the coffee machine. Everything else was collecting dust. On the bright side, almost all the equipment in the kitchen was next to brand new.

"Hye... Jae-Ho..." She corrected herself as they stepped onto the dorm's driveway. Dark eyes stared at the large building. Dorm was a bit of an understatement. It was much larger than the house she shared with her father and two siblings. "Let's hurry, rain might get stronger soon." As if on cue, fat drops began dripping down the sides of the umbrella they shared. As they found shelter on the front porch, her hand instinctively went to check the state of her long hair, only to find nothing. She'd cut down the locks in favor of the boyish hair cut she now sported. A constant reminder that she now lived a double life.

She waited for Hyejee to unlock the door, then pushed the door open with her hip as her arms struggled with the paper bags. She almost ran over Moon-Hee, the paper bag growing damp as it touched her soaked back. "Moon-Hee?" Alarm and concern filled her voiced. "You're soaking wet. Go towel off in your bedroom, don't just stand there. I can lend you my dryer-" As she made her way to the kitchen, the presence of five strangers finally registered. All of them were staring at them as if they were zoo animals. If anything, she personally thought they were the exhibits, while she and the girls were the onlookers who'd somehow gotten into their cage. Eun-Ji felt herself stiffen in response, especially as her gaze happened to meet Woojin's. Thinly veiled disdain was conveyed in that brief second, but that quickly disappeared as she broke eye contact.

Without missing a beat, she turned to stocking the fridge with the perishables after setting down the bags on one of the counters. Tension still filled her body, but she hoped they'd attribute it to nervousness. "I haven't met some of you before. I'm Cho Eunwoo." She bowed her head briefly; manners were too deeply ingrained in her to forget, even if her words sounded clipped and strained. At the very least, she'd remembered to use her fake name. She hoped Hyejee would remember to do the same. [/div][/div] [/div] [/div]

 

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[div class=name]Han Hyejee[/div]
[div class=words] It was a bright and sunny morning-- wait. No, it was actually a gloomy and rainy afternoon but everyday started feeling like the latter ever since Han Hyejee arrived at Sundong University. Who could blame her though? Aside from being able to attend the same school as her BFFs, she also got to attend the same school as her One True Love. This was something she thought was impossible (especially after seeing her grades last year), but thankfully, through a series of miracles, she managed to avail Sundong's scholarship for those who are financially-challenged. Of course, like all good things, it comes with a price. See, the university is an all-boy’s school so Hyejee along with her friends have to parade as men everyday.

“I can’t believe we made it through an entire semester!” Hyejee piped up as she held an oversized grocery bags on one hand and an umbrella on the other, making extra sure that Eunji who was beside her wasn’t getting wet. “Like, wow, it’s either we are good at-” she paused to look around and make sure nobody was around to hear her, “-pretending to be dudes, or the people here are really easy to fool.” she continued with the latter part barely a whisper. “And now, we’re supposed to share a dorm with five men! Like, woah! Chill out, mother universe, I’m not in a hurry to get married? Oh, by the way, have you met any of them yet? I haven’t cause I was suuuuper busy yesterday. I hope they’re good-looking. If they are then I’m not going to be sad that our room got toasted. I lost, like, more than half of my clothes to the fire and I know you already know that but this brings me to my next statement so I have to say it. Sis, I borrowed one of your shirts the other day and I accidentally spilled coffee on it and I can’t seem to get it out. I would replace it but, like, I’m really poor. Buuut, don’t get angry yet! I can borrow money from Seo or Ji Ah, oooor ask Moonie to lend me a shirt which I will lend you- wait does that solve anything? Oh look, it’s the dorm!”

Never in Hyejee’s twenty years of existence had she ever seen a dorm which could pass as a mansion until yesterday when they moved in. She escorted Eunji to the doorway and excitedly opened the door for her before following suit. The girl took a moment to dry her umbrella before sheathing it into the holder by the door’s side. She snorted upon hearing Eunji freaking out over Moonie being wet. Hyejee wanted to slide in with a joke but her world went to an abrupt stop the moment she turned around and saw five gorgeous beings staring at them. FIVE. GORGEOUS. MEN.

It was like she was stuck in a scene of a Korean Drama where everything began moving in slow-motion as her wide eyes wandered to each of the five men on the couch. The first one was standing by the couch, and Hyejee has probably never seen him around the campus before because she would’ve remembered his beautiful face if she did! The next one was a blonde with an equally beautiful face who gave off the bad boy vibe that if he shoved Hyejee into a pool then she would thank him. Then there was this one who was sitting on top of someone and she instantly recognized him as the famous Prince of Korea-- and boy, does he look like a prince straight out of a fairy tale! The fourth one, however, caught Hyejee off guard. Her jaw dropped as she stared at Woojin-- a man whom she shared a night with. While it was true that she can’t remember any details about it, the rumors going around and the shirt which he abandoned in her room were enough to convince her that something did happen. Hyejee felt like she was going to explode at any moment as she drew in a breath and wished that he wouldn’t recognize her. In an attempt to save herself, the female moved her eyes to the last man.

Lo, as Hyejee’s ‘Husband’ came into her view, and for a moment, she forgot how to breathe. She could feel her body betraying her as she loosened her grip on the bags and dropped them on the floor dramatically. Her heart was racing so quickly and her knees felt weak. It was as if her bones were suddenly reconstructed with wet paper and she couldn’t do anything about it. She couldn’t believe her eyes. Sure, he looked quite different than his usual form on-stage but Hyejee immediately knew it was him. In fact he looked even cuter with his messy hair and droopy eyes, and she felt like she could drown in the sight of him. It was really Harley! Hannie! Son Han Bin! The real deal! She was in the same room as him! She was breathing the same air as him! WAIT! Is he one of their new dorm mates!? W-What should she do? Should she introduce herself? Ask for an autograph? Get down on one knee and confess her undying love to him!?

With flooding thoughts and racing heart, Hyejee opened her mouth,

“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”

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[Kipsy]

Sung-min

| Location: | Living room
| Mood: | Awkward
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Sung-min smiled. Ah yes, his nickname. Hearing it brought back memories of the first time they'd all dragged each other to the aquarium. It seemed like it was only yesterday that they'd pressed their faces up against the glass in awe, their eyes glimmering with childlike wonder. It was also how they'd earned their fishy nicknames, which he found incredibly endearing. Those absurd nicknames have stuck with them throughout the years, through thick and thin. Remarkable, that's what it was. He supposed it was just a testament to their friendship. Unbreakable and infinite.

Listening to Han-bin's inquiry about this possibly being an intervention, Sung-min was about to follow Woojin's gesture for him to move over and sit down with them when a stranger entered. It was a boy, probably one of their new dormmates, and--if his stuttering was anything to go by--he was clearly nervous. Sung-min didn't blame him; he himself was tensing up in the presence of someone new. He completely froze on his way over to the sofa, staring the boy down with such uncertainty that one would think the new kid had antlers.

Was Sung-min supposed to say something back to him? A greeting? Offer to get him a towel? Silently, after recomposing himself, he slowly began to shuffle to the kitchen to get a dish towel of some kind. It wouldn't help much, but it would suffice until the boy could get to his bedroom and into some dry clothes.

Sung-min didn't get very far, however, before someone else opened the door, the sound of rain following them in. Two more unfamiliar and oddly delicate faces appeared. One of them told the first, who he thankfully now knew as Moon-hee, to go towel off. That solved that problem, he supposed, but now he had two others whose names he needed to figure out. Of course, asking for them didn't even come to Sung-min's mind. He was too awkward for that simplicity; no, he would just have to wait for them to introduce themselves.

When the boy who had gone into the kitchen spun back around, he introduced himself as Cho Eunwoo, and that ticked off another box in Sung-min's to-do list. Expectantly, he then turned to the only one who hadn't spoken up yet, the one that still stood partially behind Moon-hee.

That very same boy screamed, loud and high-pitched.

With wide eyes and furrowed brows that betrayed his desire to maintain calm, Sung-min took a few steps back. His eyes darted around to try and see if anything in particular had freaked the kid out. When he saw nothing, however, he gave a confused glance over to his friends before returning his gaze upon the boy. "You, uh... You good now?" he asked, holding his hands up slightly. Either this guy was insane, saw something no one else had, or had really, really bad social anxiety. Deciding on the latter of those options, Sung-min tried not to look as disturbed as he really was. "We don't bite. I swear."

Staring long into the boy's eyes, trying to tell whether or not his words had any sort of affect or not, Sung-min eventually decided he could keep going. He glanced over to Eunwoo. "I guess... I'm Park Sung-min." He didn't say it was nice to meet him, or anything like that, because he genuinely wasn't sure how to feel yet. Perplexed, very tense, and slightly shy. Right now, he just wanted to slink back away to the cave that was his room and hide. With pleading eyes, he looked back to his friends, begging for them to step in and help him somehow. He was not good with these things. By these things, he meant socializing and actually having a conversation (especially not after one of the participants screamed their head off). Then again, he never really had to be. There was always someone else there beside him. He needed that same safeguard now, too.

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[vesper.]

SEO JUNSU (서 준수)

LOCATION:
home
MOOD:
intruder alert
OUTFIT:
★彡
TAGS:
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The blonde blow fish let out a loud laugh at the mention of an intervention by their dear idol brother. He felt that even if they had all made plans to purposefully get together as they were at this moment, it would have failed. "Not this time kid, relax."

Junsu released his best friend, instead laying back onto the fluffy cushions with his arms crossed behind his head. Ha Neul's entry was no surprise, he was the most affectionate of them after all. Usually his target was Han-Bin, probably because of his laid back attitude although every now and then the little prince would choose another victim. As kids Junsu had taken a liking to the boy because it was so simple for him to show his affection, something that the blonde openly struggled with.

Seeing Sungmin made him smile, faintly of course. He was the smallest (in height) of the group which caused a natural over protectiveness from the prickly male, especially whenever a situation with others became tense. "I was just about to bring you a glass of milk, short stack. I figured the calcium might help you grow another inch or two." A playful tone coated his sentence.

Junsu was about to suggest they all go out to dinner in commemoration of their reunion when the sound of the door opening followed by a very quiet 'hello' interrupted. His eyes darted towards the door, turning his body in order to face the new arrival. The blonde remained quiet, any sign of his previous smile completely gone. The person soaked by the rain was one of their new roommates which he was already not fond of. Juice-su had taken note of the new boy's feminine demeanor, especially while soaked in rain.

All he could think about as how the rain would soak into the floor and cause mold. Junsu was about to comment when two others entered, one of them letting out a scream could shatter glass. His hands flew over his ears, eyebrows knitting together in annoyance. "You could try saying hello next time like a regular human being."

He recognized the other boy, Eun-woo, from some of the classes he attended every now and then. The two didn't really get along, mostly because Eun-woo never seemed open to sharing tips/answers to their classwork. It was seriously rude. Just the thought of having to sit through what would obviously be a very awkward interaction made him scrunch his nose. He turned around, eyes meeting Hannie's that seemed to be filled with a mix of confusion and panic.

 

[Uxie]

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Sign weldherwings pasta Kipsy vesper. . D O V E fluticasone
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moon-hee

undercover

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[/div][div class=body][div class=scroll]why weren't they saying anything? did she sound weird? what if they found out? holy shit she was so fu-

her inner monologue was interrupted by the door opening behind her again, and as a bag pressed into her back moon-hee almost tripped over herself before steadying herself on the wall. "moon-hee?" her heart leapt as she heard the voice, and she turned and beamed at eun-ji, holding a ton of groceries with hyejee at her heel. saved! she'd never been more glad to be nagged at by the older girl, and she gleefully went to help her with the groceries, ignoring the advice to go dry herself off.

eun-ji took a moment to notice the boys sitting in the living room, and her demeanour changed significantly when she did. she introduced herself stiffly, and moon-hee looked between her and the guys, noticing the evil eye eun-ji was shooting one of them. who was it? she couldn't remember any of their names.

peeking at hyejee as she helped eun-ji pack the groceries (she bought ramen!!), moon-hee noted that the other girl looked shocked, her eyes wide; but shocked wasn't really the right word. it was almost like she was... excited? hyejee suddenly let out a shrill scream, and moon-hee jumped, almost dropping the vegetables she was holding. everyone else in the room was experiencing the same mixture of concern and confusion. there was silence, then a few remarks thrown around. one guy introduced himself (sung-min? what a nice name.) and moon-hee took the opportunity to quickly interject after him.

[div class=dialogue]"hey, i'm uh, lee moon-hee. nice to meet you all."[/div] it came out sounding a lot more nervous than she hoped, and moon-hee quickly moved back to shelving the groceries, swiftly carrying on like she'd never said anything.
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Huffing slightly, he finally acknowledged Han-bin as a human being rather than a plushy object. He knew the other was trying to throw him off like a stressed bull, and he could understand why, for the most part. But it was a bold choice of tactics, and it could’ve to led to him hitting his head on the coffee table. “You could’ve killed me,” he pointed out dramatically as he shifted his weight even further onto the idol. “You hate me that much, huh?” His words remained playful and light. “Idol kills a member of the royal family out of rage. Click to see who. What a great headline -- love to see that.”

“An intervention?” He paused as he thought for a few moments. “If that's it, I wasn’t invited to it.”

His attention smoothly switched from the seat cushion to the entrance of the home, eyes landing on one of their new roommates. Although the new boys had moved in the day before, Ha Neul hadn’t gotten the chance to meet any of them, and it left him mildly disappointed. He was hoping to gain their friendship and trust before any of his friends had. But it seems things didn’t pan out that way, unfortunately, and he was definitely at a disadvantage with all his buddies surrounding him. To put it frankly, he was feeling socially stunted. However, he still managed to smile and confidently wave.

Surprisingly, more of the new roommates flooded into the house soaked with arms full of groceries. It was an interesting sight, watching them bustle in and frantically move around like little ants. He listened to their brief exchanges of conversation, already learning a few of their names without even having to ask. However, one of them caught his eyes, his expression wasn’t normal, and he proved the prince’s point when the new roommate opened his mouth to let out a shrill of ear raping noise.

He didn’t want to be so judgemental, but, what a weird-o.

Ha Neul furrowed as he watched his new roommate before glancing back at his friends to see their reactions; they were just as puzzled as he was.

“We don't bite. I swear."

“That’s debatable,” Ha Neul commented as he finally got up and released Han-bin from the weight of hell.

The prince smiled as another one of the men introduced themselves. “Ohhh, nice to meet you, guys. I’m Yi Ha Neul.” His own choice of a cool, casual introduction made him snicker aloud, which perhaps may have come off as rude, but he was too ecstatic to notice. His mood slightly faltered as he noticed the other man had decided to pretend he hadn't even introduced himself, however, he remained optimistic with the idea of friendship still being ripe and fresh in his mind. Sign vesper. weldherwings Uxie Kipsy . D O V E fluticasone

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[weldherwings]

Son Han-Bin

the rising star

© southside

mood: introvert hannie wants OUT

location: living room

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interaction: Sign pasta vesper. Kipsy Uxie fluticasone . D O V E

Well, things were getting interesting.

One by one, more people were entering the house which led Hannie to question himself how many people are exactly living here now? Slowly, he propped himself up on one of his elbows, leaning over slightly to see around the giant Squid that decided to remain sitting on him. Seriously, if he got a hernia from this, he was going to demand the Prince to pay for all the hospital fees. Han-Bin’s brown eyes gazed around the room slowly, feeling his heart slowly starting from a soft, normal beat before starting to race as each person entered. The introvert in him was screaming. Why did he have to ask the damn Clown Fish to get him off work today? At least then he’d have a reason to run away and hide somewhere. But now, he was faced with a new challenge; social interaction with people he had never met before.

Sure, as a celebrity he was meeting new people every day. He was meeting fans outside the office, on the street, during their concerts and at fan meets. But fans were fine. All you literally have to do is flash a smile, sign whatever they wanted to be signed, sometimes get a picture with them if security allowed you to on the day, tell them they’re the best and then you’re on your way. However, these boys before him were not fans. Well, they could’ve been. But they weren’t the fans that he could interact with for five seconds and head on out. These were boys who were going to be living with them. They were going to share the same bathrooms and food and living areas with them. And at the thought of that, Hannie instantly became tense.

And it really didn’t help when he heard that ear-piercing scream. The poor boy jumped, his eyes widening, and his gaze glued on the other boy who had sounded like they were screaming bloody murder. He pursed his lips together and looked over at the other boys with a questioning look on his face. Why the hell was he screaming? In fact, almost teleported him back to one of his recent fan meets. Some young female had to be escorted out of the area after she kept on screaming for the rising idol to sign her breasts. But that wasn’t the case here, right?

Thankfully, the other boys took over and made their comments known; how they didn’t bite and there were other ways of introducing yourself without screaming the house down. Oh, what he would do without his best friends he’d never know. Especially in a situation like this where these men were just popping out of nowhere and claiming that they now lived here. Hannie’s eyes, in a state of confusion and panic, continued to pan over the new boys and his best friends in hope to find some sort of answer from someone.

A sense of dread filled over his body as he all the sudden felt like he would no longer be able to be comfortable in his own house. I mean, with this many boys they’d have to establish new rules, wouldn’t they? What if he did something that pissed one of them off? What if none of them liked him? What if he was already making people pissed off with the way he was just freely lying on the couch with his bare feet up? At the thought of it, he went to go and sit up as the Prince finally decided to stop squishing him. However, his elbow which was holding up his weight gave way and in his true traditional Hannie style, he fell back upon the couch with the back of his head colliding with the armrest. “Aishh!” he automatically responded, quickly sitting upright and rubbing the back of his head with his hand furiously. It took so much effort inside of him not to let out a string of swears, especially with all these new people in the room.

With a grimace complexion, Han-Bin brought his legs off the couch, so he was sitting like a proper young male, with his hand still rubbing the back of his head. Well, I suppose it was time to be a real adult and try and interact with the world around him. Because… that just sounded like pure heaven, right? The boy rose him his seat and stood next to Ha Neul. Well, more like stood behind him so the Prince could aid in hiding him after his embarrassing childlike hit on the head. He gave a respectful bow towards the new boys, bringing his hands in front of himself before standing up straight and muttering towards them in a small voice. “My name is Son Han-Bin.”

 

[AlluringRose]

Song Ji Ah

"...shit"​

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with: everyone

tags: Sign pasta fluticasone vesper. Uxie weldherwings Kipsy . D O V E

Staring down at the big ball of fluff sniffing the ground at her feet, Ji Ah felt her chest with tightening with anxiety, nervous at the prospect of meeting her new housemates and she desperately hoped that at least one of the girls had arrived before her just so she could have some comfort. As she stood and hid in the hallway, she slowly and silently crept towards the living room, her anxiety turning into fear when the voices she heard increased in volume as she crept nearer and nearer.

She had gotten herself settled much earlier than anyone else today in an attempt to avoid confrontation for as long as possible. Taking Min-Ho out for a walk seemed to have been the best decision at the time, until she realized that the longer she was outside, the longer she wanted to stay outside. In the end, she had spent hours outside with Min-Ho on their walk and at one point contemplated running far and far away, giving up her dreams and living at a hermit with her dog in a place where no one would be able to find her.

Glancing down at the camera on her phone, the girl grimaced at her own reflection. Drenched from head to toe from the sudden rain, her short hair clung to the sides of her face and her usually comfortable pink hoodie and baggy grey sweatpants sagged heavily from all the water they soaked up. Min-Ho, while looking like a wet grey and white sewer rat, didn't seem to care about their haphazard appearances at all and panted happily as they drew closer and closer to her new housemates and her impending demise.

Min-Ho, being the little bugger that he was, seemed to have sensed her hesitancy and suddenly tugged at his leash, bursting forward and taking her along with him. Her life flashed before eyes when she sensed the squeal her very female body wanted her to have. Should it happen, if it happened, her dreams were going to end before they even started. No one was going to let such a feminine scream like that slip by when she had no doubt that she already seemed too girlish already.

Willing her throat to control itself, Ji Ah closed her eyes as she allowed Min-Ho to drag her as if she was his dog instead of the other way around. The voices in the living room grew louder and louder until she could hear them as clear as day. Min-Ho came to an abrupt stop while she could feel herself trying to seem smaller and smaller and hoping no one noticed her. With her eyes shut tightly, Ji Ah felt as if all eyes in the living room had turned to her. She took three deep breaths before peeking from behind her long eyelashes. Her grip on the leash tightened and her slight body shook from her nervousness. She was glad at that moment that she was rained on and drenched, because then it would seem like she was shaking from being cold.

With her eyes now completely open, Ji Ah willed her brown eyes to not tear up as she stared at everyone in the living room like a deer in headlights. She didn't want to be labeled as the weird one the first day they met just because she was nervous. The girl forced as a genuine of a smile as she could before she shyly waved at everyone.

"...Hello, my name is Song Ji AhAhhhhhh!," she screamed mid-sentence as she lurched forward when Min-Ho suddenly ran forward in excitement. Unable to react fast enough, Ji Ah tripped over her own two feet and she could see the world spin before her right as she fell to the floor with a thud.

She laid there in shock, sighing heavily and wishing that the ground would swallow her up right this instance.

"So much for a normal entrance...," Ji Ah breathed out, tearing quickly filling her eyes.

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[fluticasone]

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Sign pasta vesper. Uxie weldherwings Kipsy . D O V E AlluringRose [/div] [div class=post][div class=scrollbox] Within seconds of their arrival, Hyejee was already being weird. Instead of introducing herself, she went and screamed, all too reminiscent of that time they got kicked out of DAZE's fanmeet. Without batting an eye, she reached into one of the paper bags, unwrapped a pastry and stuffed it into her friend's still open mouth. "The screamer's name is Jae Ho. He makes weird noises when he's surprised or tense." The dismissive tone belied the tension she felt; Hyejee could've blown it for all of them.

She turned to Moonhee, frowning as she noticed that she hadn't listened and was instead helping with the groceries. She reached into a cupboard, pulled out a dish towel and placed it on the her head. It would have to do since the younger girl wasn't listening to her advice.

With Moonhee handling the groceries and Hyejee being... Hyejee, she turned her attention towards their new roommates, just in time to see Han Bin hit his head against the sofa's armrest. She was a Dreamer, yes, but she could only wince in sympathy as a fellow human being rather than get excited as a fan. "Do you want an ice pack for that?"

The moment was interrupted by the arrival of the last girl in the group, their most recent addition. She was in the midst of introducing her-him(?)-self when her(his?) dog pulled at their lead hard, causing Ji Ah to pinwheel to the ground. Eun-Ji rushed over, spotting the tears as she offered a hand to help. "Never mind the ice pack, Han Bin. This one might need it more." [/div][/div] [/div] [/div]

 

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[div class=container][div class=image][/div] [div class=blk][div class=title]Ok Woojin [div class=line][/div] [div class=lil] The actor's shadow [/div][/div] [div class=b][div class=lilimage][/div][/div] [div class=info] [div class=post][div class=scroll] Chaos.

That was what Woojin would describe the circumstances at the moment. One after another, the new companions entered the house, each one leaving a very... chaotic impression. He observed, raising his right eyebrow. Compared to the previous mates that they had, for sure these boys were all too delicate. Not to state, some of their names were so... girly. He had nothing upon girly male names though he found it unusual.

Moonhee. Jaeho. Ji-ah. Eunwoo.

With his brilliant memory, he had learned their names... but the problem was.... recognizing who was who. Of course, the angel Hanbin, Sungmin, and Ha Neul had acquainted themselves. On the other hand, there was Junsu beside Woojin, hissing like the rascal he is. Woojin had followed every reaction of the boys, then determined if they weren't going to do anything, he might as well help the poor new kids. They looked like fragile gnomes (since they were shorter than Woojin) who would scream, trip, and fall at every little thing they did.

Woojin rose up from his seat, leaving Junsu by himself. He tousled Hanbin's hair, making sure his head didn't get any damage, "Be sure not to get hurt. I'm practically your guardian for today since I talked to your manager." He softly spoke before he went to the kitchen. He walked to the fridge to grab a fresh, new ice pack. The new kids on the block seem a bit perplexed at their presence, but he couldn't blame them. After all, they are living in the same house as Flower boys, so who wouldn't be astonished? Woojin strolled past the couches and delivered (more like forcibly gave) Eunwoo the ice pack cooly at the side.

"Ice packs should be used for about a minimum of 5 to a maximum of ten minutes. More than that, then it just turns your head into an ice block with the condition you all are in."

He then uttered five words out of his mouth to the new boys. "Ok Woojin is my name."

The male spun around to the table to take his shirt and helmet.

"I think I'll see you all later on. I have to dry my clothes and want to beat everyone else at it."

The male marched down the hallway and into the laundry room, but before he officially left the scene, he halted down the hallway.

"You newbies should go take a warm shower and change before you get us all sick." He uttered, his voice echoing down the hallway as he entered the laundry room.

The male slid his leather jacket on a hanger to dry at the side and took off his shirt to throw in the washer. Being half-naked in the room, he shut the laundry room door and began rummaging through a mountain of clothes for a shirt of his. The pile of clothes was already packed at the side of the machines thanks to his friends. How great was it to search for one single shirt of his that isn't Junsu's new freaking clothes?!

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[AlluringRose]

Song Ji Ah

"...I'm sorry."​

location: living room -> laundry room with woojin

with: woojin

tags: Sign pasta fluticasone vesper. Uxie weldherwings Kipsy . D O V E

Just as Ji-ah felt her eyes blur with tears, she felt a great sense of gratitude for Eun-ji when the girl, or rather...boy, came to offer her a helping hand. She tightly gripped her friend's hand and used as leverage to push her aching body into a sitting position. "Thank you, Eun-ji," she quietly blubbered out as her hand reached out to accept the ice pack. It took her a bit of willpower to force back her tears and the girl could feel her stomach clenched tightly due to how hard she was trying. She wasn't going to fall and then cry too in front of everyone, especially her new, very male roommates who knew nothing about their little...predicament. The fact that they were all so devilishly handsome, and yes, she did notice, made her feel as if she was about to have a heart attack. Friends for her were hard enough to find and even harder to keep, so the idea of living in a house with five men; it was unfathomable.

Her eyes, still slightly brimming with unshed tears, hesitantly scanned the rest of the living room. Doing her best to avoid all eye contact with those aside from her close friends, it finally hit that she was going to share this household with nine other people. That alone was enough to make her want to faint, but for some reason, she felt a surge of courage the longer she reveled in the presence of her friends. Eun-ji, Moonie, and Hyejee were all here. Despite always having trouble making friends ever since she was young, she was able to find close friends in all of them. She had noticed that Seo-Hyun had yet to arrive, but regardless, she was also one of her closest friends. The five them had gone to the same high school together and Ji-ah had met all of them for the first time then. Fond memories circled her mind as she thought of her girls and right then and there, the female felt that maybe, just maybe, everything would turn out all right. No matter what, they'd always have each others' backs.

"You newbies should go take a warm shower and change before you get us all sick," the person whose name was 'Ok Woojin' muttered out after a series of sentences that she was too mesmerized to even know what he had said. She had recognized that name as it was often passed around at school. Those were his last words as he strolled down the hallway and she distinctly remembered him saying something about the laundry room. A small burst of fear bloomed in her chest when she realized that maybe he had left after her dramatic appearance and fall. Maybe he was angry that the floor was now all wet. Maybe he was annoyed at her. Maybe he found her too girly. Maybe he had realized that she...was...no. No, it couldn't be. Not that fast. Not now. The assumption was quite plausible because the guy studied in the medical department. It could have been easy to notice all the obvious feminine features she had, even if she tried her best to hide them.

Staring at his figure disappearing into the distance, Ji-Ah found even more renewed courage and felt the need to do everything in her power to save her friends from her own stupidity. Even if she couldn't save herself, she wanted to save them. They had great futures she wanted to consider too.

Even as her very drenched clothes weighed her down, she quickly jumped up into her full height before attempting to chase after him. The slickness of the ground where she had fallen made for an easy slip, but lo' and behold, she didn't fall this time. Before going any further, she whipped her head around. Her eyes, her lips, and her spirit all at once smiled at everyone in the room as she said, "I'll be right back!" It wasn't that common of her to smile, let alone at strangers. But, she guessed that there was a first time for everything, especially when she was feeling particularly courageous.

As she sped walked down the hallway, a noticeable dark silhouette seemed to disappear into a nearby room to which Ji-ah concluded to be the laundry room. Elated that she had caught up him, the girl walked even faster until she arrived in front of the door. A big gust of air was inhaled and exhaled as she steeled her nerves and took a big, deep breath.

The door burst open with Ji-ah in tow, her eyes shut tied and upper body lowered into a deep bow. "I'm sorry!," she apologized, trying desperately to lower voice enough to not sound feminine. She didn't even feel the need to mention what for because even she herself wasn't sure. Whether she was apologizing for her lie, for her dramatic entrance, she just felt the deep need to apologize in case he was angry. Immediately after her apology, she pulled herself upright. With eyes slowly opening, confusion suddenly hit her.

A few very long seconds passed away as the girl continued to stare and stare and stare. There he was, Ok Woojin, sitting in an Asian squat that she herself did all too often when she was alone, half-naked.

The realization came. Her heavy breathing hitched. Her brown eyes widened more than they've ever widened before.

From where she stood, she could see his whole upper body. She already knew that he was tall, but he was more than that. He was broad-shouldered, with a mop of dark hair, and heavy solemn brows that complimented his boyish, yet mature face. A love for medicine and helping those in need had seemed to make his hands rough. His abdomen and back bulged with muscles and yet, he still was able to keep his slender figure. The man, with his hair and body wet and slightly dripping from the rain, seem to be as if he belonged on the cover of a fashion or fitness magazine. She had never seen the body of a man up close before and quite frankly, she didn't expect it to be so...different from her own.

As she continued her unrelenting stare, she could feel the immense heat crawl from her neck up to her ears. Her pale skin from head to neck now was comparable to that of a ripe tomato. As if in a trance, the girl's legs began walking towards him on their own. Her mind couldn't process it, but at the moment, she wasn't even breathing. Now standing before him, the Ji-ah squatted as well into a similar position Woojin was in. Her slender fingers seemed to also have a mind of their own as they drew forward and inched closer and closer to his glistening chest.

"What...what are these buns?," she asked, with her small, cold hands gently gripping his chest, his pecs. Her eyes began inching up and up and up until they settled on his face.

With eyes widening for the fifth or so times today, she asked, or rather yelled, at herself what in the god's name was she doing to this poor man.

But it was too late to regret it.

codedbycrucialstar
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[lost city]

[div class=container][div class=image][/div] [div class=blk][div class=title]do seo-hyun [div class=line][/div] [div class=lil]the sloth[/div][/div] [div class=b][div class=lilimage][/div][/div] [div class=info] [div class=post][div class=scroll] It had been a long day for Do Seo-Hyun. She had spent the previous day and the morning with her adopted family. Seo-Hyun loved them, of course, but holy hell were they mentally exhausting, especially her mother and older sister. She couldn't live one day without her mother asking about a boy, trying to set her up with a rich boy, or telling Seo-Hyun that her sexuality was just a phase. Then, there was her sister who was obsessed with this random boy that Seo-Hyun couldn't tell apart from the other boys at her school. At this day and age, Seo-Hyun couldn't tell people apart. Meanwhile, her father and younger sister were very - how could I put this kindly? - eccentric. She couldn't escape them whenever she was at home. If she wasn't being bothered by her mother or forced to a lecture from her older sister. Seo-hyun was trapped in a one-sided conversation.

Fixing her grip on her plain black bag, Seo-Hyun, or Sang-Hyun while in the dorms, stepped out of the elevator and made her way to the entrance. This would be the first time that she would meet her new roommates, and Seo-Hyun was a little nervous. Out of the girls, Seo-Hyun was one of the more quiet girls who preferred watching TV instead of doing some social interacting. She was worried that she would accidentally reveal their secret because despite being extremely smart, Seo-Hyun was one of the dumbest people you could meet. The girl took a deep breath before opening the door. "Yo." she said, giving them a peace sign. Today, Seo-Hyun wore an outfit made entirely of black: black shirt tucked into black skinny jeans with a black belt and a black jacket. She also had a black cap to hide the long hair that she didn't want to cut yet. "Sorry for being late. Which room is mine?" For a girl, Seo-Hyun's voice was rather deep, but for a boy, her voice would be rather high and pitchy. It would be pretty easy for her to make her voice deep enough that she wouldn't sound like a pubescent boy. She just had to speak softer and quieter. [/div][/div] [div class=pos][div class="round1 round"][/div] . [div class="round2 round"][/div] . [div class="round3 round"][/div] [div class=stats] fluticasone weldherwings vesper. pasta Kipsy Uxie
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[Uxie]

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mood_

omg → fuckin pHEW

location_

kitchen → living room → bedroom

interactions_

eun-ji, ji ah || basc everyone in the living room

tags_

Sign weldherwings pasta Kipsy vesper. . D O V E fluticasone lost city AlluringRose
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moon-hee

undercover

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[/div][div class=body][div class=scroll]eun-ji handled it well. like she always did. sure, they were in an odd, troublesome situation, but eun-ji's presence made it a little more... tolerable? she sent a silent prayer to the gods for granting her such a good friend, careful not to drop the dish towel the older girl had placed on her head as she glanced upwards to give it a direct route. her message was cut off midsentence by the loud thud by the door, and moon-hee turned to find ji ah now on the floor. she winced at the sight alone, and hurried over to help. changing her course as she realised eun-ji had already made it to the girl first, she gently picked up minho and moved him aside, hugging him to keep him in place.

there was so much going on, but at least there was a dog there.

she had a quiet little conversation with the dog in her arms as she stood by the side. [div class=dialogue]"you shouldn't do that to your owner, min-ho. what would pong pong think?"[/div] min-ho only looked back at her with wide eyes, his tongue still stuck out. she sighed, and began petting him absentmindedly as she returned her gaze to whatever was going on. one of the guys had gotten up and introduced himself as woo-jin. he looked kinda familiar, like in a tv sort of way. maybe one of the romcoms she'd watched with her sister? who knew. whatever it was, he seemed a little upset. why?

"you newbies should go take a warm shower and change before you get us all sick." her hand stopped petting and she looked around the room, ignoring min-ho's protesting whine. all of them had pretty much left small puddles on the living room floor. how expensive was this wood? was it ebony? would they have to pay if it got damaged? glancing back at the other boys' faces, moon-hee frowned. they'd made a horrid first impression. she just wanted to get out of here. and she really couldn't afford the compensation for this wood.

moon-hee held min-ho's leash out to ji ah, though the other girl's thoughts seemed elsewhere. [div class=dialogue]"ji ah, your dog-"[/div] she was cut off when ji ah raced off after woo-jin with an "i'll be back!", though moon-hee was almost sure she wouldn't. she paused, then turned back to the rest of the group. [div class=dialogue]"i guess i'll take his suggestion and get a shower."[/div] she stood hesitantly, and forced a smile. [div class=dialogue]"i-i'll mop the puddles up later. sorry about the ebony."[/div]

she made for the stairs, then stopped for a second when she realised she was still holding onto min-ho's leash. did ji ah mind having him in her room? probably not. moon-hee picked him up and almost stumbled, forgetting how he was. she was used to carrying pomeranians, not huskies, but it only took her a little to adjust. good on her having lifted so many large canvases in her lifetime. she vaguely heard the door open behind her when she was about halfway up, but wasn't really in the position to check.

after dropping min-ho off in ji ah's room, moon-hee slipped into her room and shut the door, breathing a huge sigh of relief. she'd made it. no wood money. thank god.

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⠀♡coded by uxie♡

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