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[wok]

reality's reality

characters // ooc

a private roleplay between
adored and wok

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PROMPT ::
Muse A is fresh out of school and isn’t quite sure what they want to do with their life next. Before they can start shopping their resume around, they get a call from the casting department at a major TV network. Muse A almost forgot about the impromptu audition tape that they made for a Real World-esque reality TV show several weeks ago. To their surprise, they’ve been chosen to be a cast member! With no obligations holding them back, they pack their bags and fly out to the house where they’ll be living with 6 other people for the summer.

Muse B is one of their cast mates; the first person Muse A meets upon arriving at the house. With a little coaxing from production, it isn’t long before Muse A and Muse B are in a full-blown show-mance: cuddling in the common areas of the house, kissing in the confessional booth, fighting about the other flirting with someone else at the club and so on. Overall, the experience is a blast for Muse A and the relationship with Muse B is fun, but it’s nothing Muse A anticipates to last once the show is over. Everyone parts ways when the show wraps at the end of summer, including the house’s it-couple. One week after taping ends, Muse A hears a knock at their front door. It’s Muse B, who’s just moved across the country in the hopes of continuing their romance with Muse A.

 

[wok]

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ʟ ɪ ꜰ ᴇ　ɪ s　ᴄ ᴏ ʟ ᴏ ᴜ ʀ ꜰ ᴜ ʟ　// ɴᴀ ʜᴀɴᴇᴜʟ​

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　 The bright, scintillating waves of sunlight outside washed over his face the instant he stepped out of his apartment building, nearly blinding himself in the process of exiting his home. The inescapable light of the pristine clear day was a nuisance at best, but he did have to admit internally that it felt moderately refreshing to experience the heat embracing his skin with the careful intent of comforting every inch of the rosy-pale canvas. It was the first day of the infamous care-free season known as summer, and so subsequently it was time for the start of a new journey in his life to, at last, commence. With the sun at its highest in the radiating cerulean sky, it was the marking of his first day being called to the set of the reality show he'd successfully applied for a while back.

　 Ah, yes, how Haneul recalled the fond memory of being alerted that he was chosen as one of the cast members to appear on the show, whilst he stood at his door step in a stop of careful nostalgia. He remembered how he was merely sitting at home at the time - consuming a rather unhealthy amount of bingsu while slouched on his couch, as he swam in the drowning sounds and visuals presented by his television - when his phone had chirped with its usual tone of notification. He'd gotten an email in that moment, entailing him to call a certain number, which turned out to belong to the producer of the show. When the brunette did as he was told and dialed the slew of numbers in their exact order, the man in charge was thrilled to have received his call so urgently, and took it under his own liberty to excitedly inform Haneul of the good news, personally. Of course, this made Haneul feel touched that the producer himself wanted to tell him this, and not some unpaid intern the man undoubtedly had following him around like a puppy. After the phone conversation had ended on a positive note of when to show up at the address he was going to be sent sometime within the following weeks, Haneul had held his cellular device in his hands with a sense of overwhelming shock and joy swelling up within his chest. He'd did it... he was going to be on television! He was going to-

　 Suddenly Haneul was pulled out from his doting recollection when that same aforementioned phone seemingly vibrated from one of his back jean pockets. The tall male jumped at the unexpected shaking, and jostled his body back under his once-faded control to reach for the device when he regained his composure.

　 [ Be at the house asap. we're expecting you guys to meet before we start the actual filming. ]

　 It was the producer that had texted him, and at the full sight of the instant message, immediately Haneul's cranium involuntarily shifted gears from his prior slacker mindset to a more fluid, worried one. He couldn't have a bad impression on the first day...! Oh, how this all was happening so fast - despite knowing how this was going to happen, months beforehand... That was besides the point! Everything changes when it's the actual day of the aspired event. The butterflies start choking the trachea, nerves start pulsing with excessive concerns and thoughts, the heart seems to stop thumping every once in a while due to both the giddiness and anxiety that rages through hormones - it was safe to assume that all of the above was occurring to Haneul.

　 The brunette's lips straightened into an uneasy quiver as he quickly kicked himself into motion, for he now knew had to get there as soon as possible, and the sooner was the better. His hands efficiently grabbing his few suitcases and satchels and throwing them into his black Cherokee Jeep's trunk before also throwing himself into the driver's seat, he was beginning to feel the tingle of thankfulness when he recalled that the house that the show was going to be using as a set was not awfully far from his city. It was apparently only a rural drive from the outsides, though he definitely still had to use his GPS - but at least he wasn't going to be terribly late.

　 It was only around an hour and a half drive, thanks to his habit of pressing the speed limit of some areas, when Haneul steered his Jeep onto the long drive way belonging to the address he was given a month or so prior. As he slowly cruised along the asphalt, he actually had to double check where he was pulling into numerous times, as when he finally tugged close enough to witness the 'house' for the first time, he thought there was some kind of mistake. This place was nothing like he'd imagined...! Was he suddenly some sort of celebrity now?! That wasn't even a house, his brain had squealed, that's a mansion - his emotions all simultaneously exploded even more vividly at the sight of where they'd be staying alone. This was insane...

　 Parking his Jeep where some few people had directed him to do so, Haneul eventually hopped out of his seat, shut the door behind him after dropping his keys in his pocket, and took another great, wide-eyed look at the house, now that he stood near it. This was actually insane. He couldn't believe the incredulous image his eyes were offering him. He had been imagining some crummy apartment that they would all have to share, as the producer is still up and coming and not huge yet... How did they afford this, and for people they haven't even formally met yet?

　 As if it were fate, the producer whose voice he recognized instantly approached Haneul, when he'd noticed a tall boy aimlessly standing around and gawking at the house.

　 "Na Haneul!" The man exclaimed when he stood near him, catching the brunette's awe filled attention. Haneul turned towards the older male with his face still coated with the thick paint of unmet bewilderment, and gradually tried to fill his mouth - that had been agape with shock - with words instead of air.

　 "...Hi... there," He started brokenly, actually forgetting who he even was for a moment. Haneul is far from the inability to speak smoothly, but the house really robbed him of coherent thought. "This... This is our home??" The brunette was so shaken from the mere possibility that it was that he couldn't utter anything else that would've come off as polite, or his usual charming self.

　 However the show he unknowingly put on for the producer made the man laugh softly. Apparently he was still endearing, even while consumed by this rattled state. "Yes, it is the set where the show is going to be filmed." The producer confirmed Haneul's assumptions amidst his muted chortles, and it nearly made the younger faint when the verification slithered through his ear drums.

　 "Ohhhhh... my," Haneul reached a hand to cradle his left temple, probably to attempt to help cease the swimming his skull was immersed in, "Mister, this - this is amazing... Thank you so much for choosing me to be on this show! I cannot wait to begin this new journey!" He genuinely thanked the other, while he grinned with a dazzling glint consuming his irises, as he at last stuck his hand out to shake the elder's.

　 Accepting the friendly shake, "No, thank you for applying. I have a feeling you're going to be great in this setting. You're very appealing." The producer offered a small smile in return, and eventually nodded once towards the house when their hands were finished acquainting each other. "You should go look around for now - you're the only one here so far, so you have some free time. Have fun." With that smooth dismissal, the older male turned back and trotted back over to a huddle of staff members, no doubt. Haneul stared in his general direction for a few seconds following his leave with a high degree of gratitude in the casted glance, before subsequently turning away himself and starting to cautiously step into the practical mansion. His eyes fell back into their wide status when he navigated through the front door; the first sight within the home being even more baffling than the first sight of its external shell. This so wasn't real... His head was going to be perpetually swimming for the entire duration of the stay...! He was swooning at the mere thought of this experience, as he went to graze his hand along the living set that was in the center of the gigantic room.

 

[adored]

A groan, scrunch of his nose and the crinkle of eyes; all signs of Hansol’s irresolute. the sun reveals itself against Hansol’s face, kissing each spot gingerly as he stirs from the sudden disturbance. A sigh washed over chapped lips that finally broke open to let out a huff as dark eyebrows furrowed in disdain; eyes flutter open, squinting while his hands are quick to rub at his face. turning on his side, he blocks the sun as it splays against his back — and only then, through the shadowing of disheveled bangs can he see the time.

He blinks; once, twice, before it registers in his mind that he needed to be on the set of the reality show he auditioned for soon. “Shit !” Sitting up, tan legs kick themselves off the side of the bed as he hops off the bed.

The next few minutes are a blur of time, as Hansol fumbles around the dorm making sure he had everything; he’d packed beforehand, but was double checking in case he forgot anything. The last stop is the bathroom; hands make quick work to his hair, finding that it messed up during his unexpected slumber on the bed. Slightly satisfied with his work with parting his bangs, Hansol is now quick on his feet, each motion he makes is now well delivered as if he was in the dance studio, following the beat of a song while he skids around the house in socks getting ready to officially leave his dorm and go on his way to the set of the reality show. The familiar feeling of the scorching hot doorknob to the building where everyone’s dorms resided returned and was no stranger to him; it’d been awhile since he felt that as the pain seared through his hand eliciting a disgruntled hiss from the male. shaking his injured hand, Hansol continued on and set foot on heading to his car to start his new summer journey.

Bags were in a taut grip within his fingers; striding on the sidewalk, each step he took was with confidence and certainty, happiness filling his every brim — suppose it was from the change of seasons from spring to summer. Everything that bloomed during spring gained courage; leaves turned a brighter green, flowers stood proudly from the ground, all animals and insects now freely roamed or flew around and the biggest of them all, the sun, beamed down on them all. Bright, it shone through the clouds allowing itself no longer to be hidden, but instead was felt and seen by others as it screamed beamed down at us to pay attention to it. It was a new beginning; new chapter to flip to in everyone’s lives as the year was almost halfway over now, but summer isn’t the time to dwell over how fast the year has passed. Summer is the season for happiness, to leave everything that happened in the past seasons of autumn, winter and spring in the past. Summer is meeting new people, new adventures, experimenting, relaxation, friendships, and budding romance, it’s the time where you catch fireflies outside with your friends, spend most of your nights up on the phone with your new fling or in hansol’s case star in an upcoming reality show.

The taxi that Hansol called for abruptly arrived, stopping somewhere near where he stood as he headed towards it. Knocking on the window gently, he offered a smile to his driver before stepping away from the door. Emerging from the car was a man who smiled brightly at Hansol with a gummy smile, his pearly whites shining back at him before he greeted Hansol and took the bags from Hansol’s hand. Thanking him, he then went to sit in the back of car awaiting the arrival for his driver — for the first few minutes of the drive, mindless chatter was exchanged between the men before the car went silent and all they could hear was the commotion from outside and the low murmur of music projecting from the radio. chin resting upon his chin, dark hues gazed outside while his mind wandered.

Hansol could remember the day he was scouted by the producer as if it happened just yesterday.

‘ Shallow breaths left his lips, sweat disgustingly clinging to his skin as his hands rested upon his hips. the mirror that stood in front of him reflected his figure, watching himself before his eyes caught sight of a man who stood there clapping. Turning around quickly, hansol was surprised he did see anyone enter the room — there was a mirror right there so he could see yet he still didn’t! “The huff class is over already.” And if you’re looking for somewhere you should check the other studios” he tried to say, but struggled, still out of breath from dancing but the person shook their head, introducing themselves to which Hansol arched his brow in confusion — Producer? Upcoming reality show? “If you’re looking for people to join your show you probably won’t find them here then.” but, the man still didn’t budge shaking his head before he replied. “You’re what i’m looking for. someone with confidence and hard working qualities. You're just the type of guy to woo the ladies, especially since you're a dancer and all. You’d be perfect for me show, yes?” Fingers threaded themselves through Hansol’s hair as he shook his head, declining the offer, but the producer didn’t give up and instead left his card for Hansol in case he changed his mind, but eventually left the room leaving hansol to himself. “I’m not joining that show.” ’​

Those 5 words backfired on him and only a day later did he actually end up auditioning for the show because of his friends who persuaded him to do the show. Claiming that the offer was way too good to just be passing it up like that — so he found himself in front of a camera auditioning for the show. It took him four tries to get the audition tape right.

After sending in the video, quite some time passed since he’d sent in the audition tape, and he quickly found himself forgetting about the whole ordeal until he received an email notification from his phone during a break at the dance class he was instructing. Fast to check the email, the email instructed that he was required to call a certain number within a 24 hour time frame so he could receive the results of whether or not he’d been accepted in the show. Hansol could recall the way the room he resided in went dead silent the moment he mentioned the news to everyone; stomach twisting in anticipation and worry as he dialed the number, setting his phone to speakerphone as he bit his lip hard enough to draw blood — cursing under his breath, he was quick to lick away the few drops of blood that surfaced as he waited for whoever to answer the phone and soon enough they did. Anxiety rose to a high level within the room, and despite him previously not even caring about whether he’d be accepted or not; now he really did care especially with all the people in the room awaiting the news. But, the call did nothing, all it did was ease his worries, claiming that Hansol had been accepted and was to be on the show soon. Letting out a deep breath that day, Hansol felt as if the short-lived burden that weighed down his shoulders when he was emailed was finally lifted as the sounds of applause penetrated the room; whistles and yells of joy being heard all throughout the room.

The feeling of the car coming to a halt, as the sound of a door open then later closing brought Hansol out of his trance of nostalgia. looking outside with a clear mindset, he noticed they arrived to the destination he was said to be at. Getting out the car, Hansol quickly paid the driver before grabbing his bags and waving them goodbye. aimlessly wandering around, he was surprised of the scenery that displayed itself to him — he definitely didn’t expect this, nor did he expect this to really be real. This producer just had all types of surprises for Hansol! Speaking of the producer, Hansol heard his name being called and spun to the direction that he heard his name being called as he came into contact with the producer. “Oh, hi.” Hansol said but was quickly cut off by the producer. “I'm going to need you to head to the house, one of your cast members are there and it’s important for you to build relations with everyone before we began filming”

Nodding his head, Hansol bowed before he navigated himself over to the mansion that he’d be calling me home for most of the summer while they filmed. He was in awe at how everything about the place seemed as if it belonged in one of his dream where he rose to fame and this was one of his vacation homes, and though that wasn’t true necessarily in this situation; a boy can dream. Pushing open the front doors of the mansion, he was quick to set his bags down near the door before he dusted himself off. Seeing the shadow of someone in the living room, he tread slowly over the threshold before he came into sight with the main attraction to the house that was the living room and there within the living room stood who he guessed was a cast member — hands stuffed in his pocket, Hansol stood a safe distance from the person in case they ended up being some killer who didn’t belong on the set, but from the looks of it he didn’t seem like. from Hansol’s view, he looked quite attractive and slightly taller than him, but it did nothing to deflate his confidence. “Hello. My name is Hansol, Jeong Hansol, and I’m one of your cast members.”

I have loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night.

 

[wok]

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　　ᴛ ʜ ᴇ

　　. . .

ʟ ɪ ꜰ ᴇ　ɪ s　ᴄ ᴏ ʟ ᴏ ᴜ ʀ ꜰ ᴜ ʟ　// ɴᴀ ʜᴀɴᴇᴜʟ​

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　 The feel of the pleather below his slender finger tips aroused murky thoughts to streak through his mind, as the caress of the unfamiliar texture was relaxing to his reeling mind. The mere fact that he was standing in the very place where the new segment of his life would take place was supplying him with excess amounts of both apprehension and elation, though as he slowly gathered in the serenity and luxury found plentifully within the confines of the mansion, his mind's default reflex of underlying panic was thankfully deflating. His eyes tore gradually along the wooden walls and decorative pieces around the center area, as he felt his mouth hang agape at the array of ornamental views. He was already in love with the style of the house, even despite his go-to preference of flair being that of modern contemporary. He could get used to this, as he told himself in his calming gray matter.

　 As the brunette weaved around the couch at no haste in his step, he noticed he'd began to wonder about who else would be coming to join him here, in the back of his subconscious. Gently turning and sitting himself down in one of the cozy chairs located at the center, he took a slow second to really put his mind to the matter, while he rested his back to the spin of the piece of furniture. Haneul pondered if they'd all get along easily, if they'd all click and have nothing but a great time together - how would he be perceived by everyone? Of course, the final contemplation was the one that struck him the most significantly. He hoped he would be liked... He chose this opportunity to have some fun and meet others, so this was the reason why he was there in the first place; to be well liked and be fed some attention, hopefully. He didn't know the others' motivation, so he was a bit worried as to how this all would play out in the end.

　 'I wonder if I'll... make an actual friend...' Haneul's nominal creak of an aspiration lingered in his cranium for a moment whilst he sat in the silence - until he heard the sudden click and shuts of the front door at the head of the room. Considering he was soaking in deafening quietness for a good few minutes prior, the brunette jumped at the noises, even though they weren't overly booming, and quickly darted a startled glance towards the sound's location. When his blackened chocolate irises peered in the general direction of the noise's origin, his shoulders adopted another abrupt hop of shock upon witnessing the silhouette of an unknown person now standing at the beginning of the room.

　 ...Sure, logically, the door wouldn't have opened and closed without someone entering, but in the moment, it was still exceptionally alarming for the easily frightened male.

　 He felt his heart start to beat a few thumps quicker at the sudden adrenaline surging through his veins - this was it, the first interaction with one of, who he was assuming, his cast mates. Haneul's demanding brain instantly urged him to make a good impression, which is what brought him immediately to his feet the first second of knowing he was being accompanied by someone else who he hadn't a lick of a thought regarding their identity. He didn't hesitate to bow his head genuinely towards the other male, and when they'd taken the initiative to speak their name first, Haneul analyzed their voice's mannerisms, out of his own habit to do so. 'Hansol... Jeong Hansol...' The brunette ran over the way Hansol had spoken his name numerous times within the confines of his skull. The man's voice was drenched with self-assurance, and during their first ever interaction, as well - this brought an air of intimidation to wash over Haneul uncomfortably.

　 However, his brain didn't allow this to become an obstacle to the execution his own verbal establishment, "I'm Na Haneul. It is nice to meet you, Hansol." His sweet baritone voice sounded tenderly, as he flashed a velvety smile Hansol's way. Hansol's presence was... full, to say the least; Haneul felt as though he couldn't particularly stop peering over at the male. It was the way he presented himself from the get-go, alongside his general appearance that made Haneul both wary yet excited to befriend him.

　 "So," The brunette started softly, as he somehow won the willpower to tear his gaze away from the blue haired male and instead gaze around at the walls once again, "Are you... as surprised at this place as I am??" Haneul started to walk around the room once more, concluding internally that it would have been rude to resume sitting down. "It's amazing, isn't it?" He spoke casually, though as he wandered aimlessly, he kept a favourable distance from the other, to respect their possible boundaries.

 

[adored]

Hansol took notice of the other male bowing; delineating himself with a sense of courtesy when Hansol entered the room. He liked that. The other held an air of genuineness, although his presence wasn’t very big unlike Hansol who infused any space with his self-assurance. He made sure that with every step he took, every breath he released, and every word he spoke was bathed in confidence. He’d lived his life in the shadows far too long, never stepping out boundaries and announcing his presence — timid, he use to keep his head low and voice even lower speaking in an undertone, but now he holds his head high, always in the clouds aiming for higher. Words that fall from his lips, controlled and spoken with certainty.

‘I'm Na Haneul. It is nice to meet you, Hansol.’ His voice was deep and strong, but obtained a benevolent sound to it, words gliding off his tongue as they flowed into the open reaching Hansol’s eardrums. A smile being offered to the latter, as Hansol himself beams back at him, pink lips quirking at the corners to reveal a lighthearted smile.

“Likewise.” A soft hum of delight glissading from the cage of his throat, his gaze once locked on the countenance of Haneul drifted to the appearance of the mansion he’d be residing in. The wood everywhere giving it a more rustic appearance, but not in a bad way. It kind of gave away a warm and cozy feeling, like cuddling by the fireplace after being caught in the rainstorm kind of feeling — he could get use it, preferring a more grandeur modern look over the luxurious sylvan look, but it’s a nice change in contrast to what he’s used to. The wood flooring being different shades of brown with each separate section, while the walls were made of a much lighter shade of brown, but contrasted well with the darker floor colors. The main attraction though in Hansol’s opinion was the chandelier that hung in the middle of the living room a few feet in the air. It seemed to be made with deer antlers, which Hansol hoped were fake and held 5 lights illuminating the room — a beauty. Another attraction, was the stone fireplace that stood in front of the couches and other chairs, and for a split second Hansol felt the need to touch the stone and soon felt his feet cross the threshold. Pads of his fingers feeling the sensation of cold stone on his fingers, before he peered in the fireplace never actually coming into contact with one before as a sound of astonishment was heard quietly from him.

Haneul trailing his words, caused Hansol to snap out of his state of amazement, eyes wandering to where he stood, standing… It was a surprise to Hansol that he didn’t decide to sit down, and instead stood up. He was definitely polite, or it could all be an act of appear this way before he’d stab Hansol in the back; figuratively of course. Hansol would make sure he’d keep his guard up for most of the show, he refused to let himself be taken advantage so easily, especially since everything would be aired for everyone to watch. He’d actually hate to return home, and feel the consequences of being used and having to deal with his friends and family making fun of him and offering fake sympathy because he went on the show and acted like a fool. His goal on this show was too have fun, let loose, meet others and so on, but letting himself be taken advantage of and toyed was definitely not on the list.

“Yeah, I’m quite surprised truthfully. Expected this place to be some dump instead of this…” Hands gestured to the overall mansion, as he lingered at the fireplace before breaking away and wandering elsewhere. Hansol peered at Haneul, unable to get enough the way he looked — captivating, alluring, he was everything that kept Hansol in, that kept him staring and wondering what laid behind those honey words that fell from his lips, what hid behind those seraphic features. He didn’t know, but he wanted to know. Clearing his throat, he forced his stare away and instead focused on the interior of the house.

“Not to be intruding it anything, just want to get to know you and all.” He clears his throat, before speaking again. “Why’d you audition for the show? I personally did it because my life was getting pretty boring, and because my friends persuaded me.” A guttural laugh is released from his throat, a small smile etched itself on his face, reminiscing the ways his friends begged convinced him to do the show, the sounds of their pleading filling his ears for a second, before storing the memory back into his mind.

I have loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night.

 

[wok]

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　　ꜰ ᴇ ᴇ ʟ s

　　ʟ ɪ ᴋ ᴇ

　　ᴛ ʜ ᴇ

　　. . .

ʟ ɪ ꜰ ᴇ　ɪ s　ᴄ ᴏ ʟ ᴏ ᴜ ʀ ꜰ ᴜ ʟ　// ɴᴀ ʜᴀɴᴇᴜʟ​

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　 Lightly, his suede black boots glided over the hardwood floor every now again with every stuttered inch of a step around the wide precinct dedicated as the living space, whilst his blackened auburn eyes slithered deliberately within their respective sockets during their searching gaze. His meek ocular devices traveled along the walls encasing the room, and the high ceiling topping the cake of a mansion like a glistening, crimson cherry. Due to his own question meant for the other now also inhabiting the luxurious space, it struck another wave of amazement to surge through his psyche in a spiked fashion. He just had to glance around at the new abundance of surroundings once more, when he'd originally prodded for Hansol's thoughts towards the designated summer home. It was almost as if he'd shot the query at himself after the verbal inquiry rolled off his tongue smoothly.

　 All the while the strict distance Haneul personally enforced between him and Hansol never dare fizzled nor fluctuated, the brunette's ears tingled upon hearing the other's response, causing him to reflexively cast a calculated glimpse towards the slightly shorter male that was on the opposite side of the dwelling. He scanned Hansol's silhouette and curiously spectated from afar the other's grazing of the fireplace's lining of stone, prior to clearing the silence caught in his trachea in preparation of responding promptly. Nodding enthusiastically, "I did as well!" Haneul commented in a pleased manner, with a soft crescent shape consuming his eyes, and resumed peering at Hansol's figure while he noticed the other began to move once more. The brunette didn't mimic the shifting, instead he merely continued to build his first impression of the prussian haired male within his head; occasionally dodging eye contact when he'd felt Hansol went to gaze at him as well.

　 Hansol radiated an overwhelmingly poised vibe, one that made Haneul feel a bit underclassed and even small. Haneul was a smooth talker that always knew what to say, a charismatic puppy, a person of exponentially polite understanding - however he was most definitely mountains away from the seemingly impenetrable confidence that swirled effortlessly around the other. Internally, he pondered if they'd always been that way, and how his life has been because of that. Were they popular? Was he an upcoming celebrity that he had no knowledge of yet? Just what's given him this mighty air of accomplishment and self worth? Haneul, after the thoughts whirled through his cranium, slightly felt a twinge of envy strike his temple when he felt forced to stare submissively at his boots when Hansol returned his glances. What was making him become so squirrelly whenever he was looked at?

　 Thankfully, it was the clearing of Hansol's throat that jolted Haneul from his mass of jumbled thoughts, and his streak of passive resorting to staring at the floor embracing his shoes. At the start of his talking, Haneul's eyes darted to the other's turned visage out of the mannerly instinct planted within his brain's grooves, and soon the brunette blinked with recognizing the question that he was actually meant to answer, this time. He offered an amused chortle upon listening to the confession of Hansol's motivation for being there - and was somewhat relieved when he'd heard it. He was admittedly thankful that he supposedly wasn't in it for the money and the money only, as this would mean it'd provide more potential to get along with him easier, though he did feel a little disheartened at the 'friends' comment. Disheartened? More like... a little more envious than before- those were more accurate words to describe the bubbled sentiments popping within his nerves.

　 "I," Haneul gently attempted to start, though he had to fall back into his meek manners upon seeing Hansol's dazzling smile. It caused him to evade peering at him any longer, though at least the flinch gave him a second longer to think of why he tried out for the show. Could he say the boring truth? Or should he just... make up something a little bit more extravagant? Humming into his statement at the quick interval of pondering, "Well... I, sent in a tape without much care because I was bored one day, too... I don't have much to do on a daily basis so it just seemed like a good time waster..."

　 Haneul was hoping that the truth would resonate with the other at least a small amount - boredom is relatable to boredom, right? Oh, how his heart was thumping a little quicker at his hoping he didn't come off as completely dull.

　 "But- your friends, sound cool."

　 His heart nearly stopped, and his face felt flushed.

　 What was that? Was that some poor hail-mary strive for recovering from that monotonous admission? Haneul wanted to cradle his temple in regret and embarrassment, and hide his face from the world entirely. For the rest of his life. He was concrete positive he seemed lame... Why did he mess up something he's done flawlessly for years, just then? Why did it have to be now?

　 Was the world ending?

　 "...I, I wouldn't know if they are or not but - you know... coaxing... to go on a TV show... seems... cool... of them...? That is, if you even wanted to come here... out of your own will..."

　 It was confirmed, the world was ending.

 

[adored]

The expression etched upon his countenance was one to be considered art, a masterpiece; rosy lips drew upwards, curving into a sweet smile. Dark irises twinkled under the light, carrying a certain look of fondness as he recalled the memory of his friends attempting to persuade him to join the show. Hansol told them of the encounter he had with the producer, and no matter how creepy he tried to make the producer sound out to be they still ended up trying to get him to agree to do the show, and even when he declined the offer, it never stopped them, and only when they went to get on their knees to beg did Hanson barely consider it— a lot would say he did a little more than consider their persuasions as he ended up auditioning anyways.

The sound of Haneul chuckling, briefly brightens Hansol’s features, eyes quickly searching for the other before locking in on their target at the sight of his visage; sublime features gracing his very eyes the more he studied the other. It was amazing how passive he was in the presence of Hansol. His presence itself was fairly small, but he possessed charm amid the overflowing waves of Hansol’s confidence. He had the power to enchant Hansol, his dark hues were never again to get enough — greedy, he felt the need to constantly have his eyes on Haneul, observing his little quirks and movements and it puzzled him. Why does basically a stranger have such a big affect on him? Why does his eyes always drift towards Haneul, when the sound of his voice reaches his ears?

A tsunami of questions swirled within the cranium hidden by a blanket of dyed dark blue locks, he was puzzled and struggled to find an answer, only frustrated him further; craving a constant need to any question that dared enter the confines of his mind, he hated leaving anything unsolved, everything had to make sense and have a reason in Hansol’s mind and without one he’d feel as if he was the one falling apart at that seams, but that was also him being dramatic.

“That’s quite understandable. We all get a little bored with our lives from time to time, it’s better than just doing this solely for money and wanting to go onto live television to cause drama” he trailed off, realizing he was also rambling a little bit. Face flushed out of embarrassment that he let himself ramble. He was simply delighted his life wasn’t the only one going in a never ending pattern, as even the life of a college student could get a little dreary. “Well, I hope you don’t regret this time waster, and we both end up having fun here.” This time he directs a dazzling smile towards Haneul, pearly whites shining as the ends of his eyes crinkle to show his last comment was genuine; truly wishing that this show would be an enjoyable experience than one to regret doing. Hansol just hoped that the rest of the cast were as likeable as Haneul.

His face remained warm, pink dusted lightly across his cheeks; flustered he tried to remain confident as he stared at Haneul but found his head fall. An embarrassed chuckle fell from his lips, as padded fingers went to find comfort within his hair, running themselves through each strand of his hair. “They’re alright, not as great as me of course.” His vision was clouded with the sight of his shoes and the wooden floors, but the sound of Haneul stuttering over his words in the next moment caused him to look up, gaining enough courage to even stare a glance at the way he may have looked currently.

“It’s okay relax.” Hansol doesn't think he’s ever heard anyone stutter that much in such a short amount of time, but it was cute. “I wouldn’t exactly be here if I didn’t want to, but yeah I guess they are cool. Maybe I should start giving them more credit.” Laughing, Hansol felt his discomfiture slowly ease away as he stood there, the warmth that occupied his face diminishing before the feeling was completely gone.

Letting a short silence pass between the two, Hansol decided to speak again. “So, how do you think the rest of our cast members will be like?” A small part of Hansol was absolutely petrified that his castmates would be turn out to be assholes that only joined for the money and to have this be the start of their career as a drama starter. God, Hansol was already pulling his hair at the thought of having to deal with anyone remotely close to a backstabbing spoiled brat, who acted like the rest of the cast was their country and they were the dictator.

“Also, did you hear anything about how the rooming situation would go?” With there being 6 of them, it was only a guess they’d have to share rooms, unless the producer was packing enough dough money to get them all separate rooms, but that was highly unlikely. Perhaps they’d split up the girls and boys into three different rooms.

I have loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night.

 

[wok]

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　　. . .

ʟ ɪ ꜰ ᴇ　ɪ s　ᴄ ᴏ ʟ ᴏ ᴜ ʀ ꜰ ᴜ ʟ　// ɴᴀ ʜᴀɴᴇᴜʟ​

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　 Haneul's throat felt uncomfortably restricted as he continuously attempted to swallow down his shattered composure. This was beyond utterly humiliating; he just wanted to faint, to brutally descend from the world of consciousness he was failing, to save himself from the ignominy he'd suddenly submerged his person under. He failed to make a good first impression... No doubt in his scrambled mind, there was no possible way he didn't make himself seem like an idiotic, barely tolerable fool just then. Not successfully executing his charms and exuding pure smoothness was his most dearest nightmare - and it'd come true, in real life. To a man who conceivably cares excessively about how his outermost image appears in others' eyes, this was ultimately crippling for the brunette, to know he'd messed up such a simple social interaction. He felt so startled, so rattled, so, unlike himself.

　 Internally, as he was reeling externally, he pegged the occurrence of his forming inadequacy to the encountering of such an overwhelming confidence he'd never been acquainted with prior to now. Hell, usually he was the one boasting the most confidence in everyday meetings, while everyone else swooned and took submissively to his own presence. Being on the flip-side of how he made his victims feel didn't strike his nerves well, and now it's made him a bumbling mess... Oh, how he was imagining this entire first day to go differently from the moment he'd woken up this morning. He felt that this would all be a breeze, while he'd have the workings of everyone's minds under the meager weight of his lanky fingertips.

　 How wrong was he, and at the only one person to have shown their face so far... His cranium and heart alike began to grow plagued with whimsical strings of worries, would the others be as strong as this man, Hansol, was? Would Haneul not be the face of this show after all, as he'd been admittedly expecting? Would he just be some outcast who is unable to mirror such bold assertiveness, stuffed away in the corner due to his subdued nature in contrast to the others? Would he not be liked by the audience?? No, that's impossible! Right...?

　 'It's okay, relax.'

　 The few words snapped against his eardrums, bringing his reactive self back to the surface. He blinked widely at the smooth and calm assurance that fell with Hansol's jingle of a voice, and although he felt as if his cheeks were on fire with the prickly feeling of such a volatile blush, he casted a meager glance at the other anyway. Hansol... He appeared so cool, unruffled, collected - Haneul wished with a million licks of coveting that they could be in opposite shoes right about now. Even the prussian haired male's laugh was soothing, after he'd taken a moment to insist about his friends. It'd only been a brief duration of a first meeting so far, and yet Haneul was truly amazed at Hansol. He was still practically a stranger, but he really seemed like the person who Haneul had always wanted to be, from what the brunette assumed about him from this short time alone. The growing envy of the taller of the two kept prodding at his temple the longer he peered at the slightly shorter. It was baffling, Haneul assumed the other had some sort of super power or something; some inhuman talent of making others stupefied, as the brunette had never experienced these muting sentiments before.

　 Thankfully however, he at last managed to clear the obstacles of timidity clogging his still tight trachea, to respond properly. Sure, his brain was still muddled with hazy diffidence, but his implanted manners could never disappear. "...I hope they're really, really nice, and not troublesome." He spoke his authentic answer with a slightly raspy voice due to his clenched throat, but he shook it off, as he direly knew he had to recover from the near breakdown that almost swallowed himself whole. The change of topic from his stuttered outburst from before was aiding in the ridding of his flushed humiliation, and Haneul felt such a thick gratefulness for the other's quick dismissal of it. Whether it be due to disinterest in him as a whole or just local understanding of how embarrassed he was, he was appreciative nonetheless.

　 "I'm, actually not sure. I haven't looked around the house entirely, yet, if I'm being honest... And no one's mentioned anything about it to me..." The brunette, with his face now calmed down and only a light pink dusting his cheeks, glanced around at the unexplored sections of the house from his still position, now experiencing a brief wave of a little puzzlement washing over his countenance about the interesting query Hansol posed. "...We could go look around together, and figure it out - if you want...?" He offered a shaky smile towards Hansol, and even threw up his eyebrows nominally, to aid in the innocent proposal. "I'm curious about it now, too..."

 

[adored]

Dark brown optics shifted their gaze around the confines of the room, the upper expansion of the lodge peaking the prussian haired male’s interest. From his perspective he saw the way the light filtered through the window, illuminating the space - oozing an mysterious aura, what exactly was up there? Common sense would retort it may be where their rooms resided, but curiosity and creativity picked at his brain, many thoughts ranging from logical to outright crazy prodding at it; these egregious thoughts of what laid upstairs occupied his brain causing a ruckus within. It was almost astonishing that Haneul couldn’t hear what exactly was going on in his cranium. Exaggeration? Perhaps, but the producer being some lunatic still wasn’t 100% out of the question for Hansol, and his brain entertained the idea for a bit because of that lack of facts Hansol had on him. Previously doing some research on the producer, but knew just as much as he did when he started.

Hanuel’s bass filled voice fluttered into the eardrums of Hansol, casting a look over at the other; a light coat of pink painted across his cheek, lips curved into a smile in the direction of Hansol. “Sounds like a plan.” An excitement filled grin crawls upon his pink tiers, visage mirroring one of a very curious child. Slim digits once stuffed in his pockets fumbled within, only found hints of lint to occupy them now were clasped together in excitement. His head motions in the direction of the stairs, the area almost taunting Hansol as it called their names, luring the pair of boys to explore it.

Always inquisitive, he always wanted to know. He was the one child who’d constantly ask questions to every comment, the ‘what?’ ‘why?’ ‘when?’ how?’ type of questions - yes, that kid. The one who made you want to pull your hair out and scream, because there wasn’t an answer to all questions and some questions were better left unanswered, but it’s not like he knew any better.. Even at the age of 21 he craves to know, as if he’s still that same annoyingly nosey kid from years ago except cuter, and no longer, well a kid. His mind wanders into topics it shouldn’t dare tread in, things that would only made his head hurt in the end of it all - it wasn’t worth, never was, but it never stopped him.

His feet gently knocked against the wood flooring - barely audible as he crosses the threshold to where the stairs laid. The voice he heard moments ago that was luring him to them grew louder and louder the closer he got before all he could hear was that voice; that silvery voice that uttered words he c r a v e d to hear. Was he going insane? No, he couldn’t be - the stairs creaked under the pressure of Hansol’s weight, hand grasping the railing incase he misses a step and embarasses himself in front of Haneul. That’d surely kill him..

When Hansol reaches the upstairs, he soon learns the decor of the 2nd floor mimics the one downstairs. The mysterious vibe he once from below now dispersed within the air the moment he stopped to observe everything. Everything was the same except a bit smaller in comparison to the 1st floor - same floorings, same antler lights albeit a lot smaller, same windows, same wooden walls. The only differences were small, like how there were no candles upstairs compared to downstairs where they were practically everywhere; perhaps, the producer was a candlemaker and wanted to promote his secret candle business while the show was ongoing. The upstairs also had few doors, to which Hansol guessed were the bedrooms and bathrooms that the cast would be using. From what he’d seen so far, the lodge wasn’t too shabby. It was actually quite nice, the space especially was pleasant to see since Hansol would’ve thought they’d be filming a reality tv show in some cheap apartment that was practically one room. And for a lodge themed type of filming set, Hansol found it quite charming to his eyes - it created a homey feeling as if he hadn’t even left from his home, as if he was still living with his mom back when he was younger.

Finally realizing he’d come upstairs with Hanuel to explore, not to reminisce and stay in his head, caused Hansol to finally say something. “This place still looks nice, it’s almost too good to be true. At this point I’m waiting for a rat or something to jump out at us and ruin this entire place.” A faint chuckle left Hansol at his own comment, before he walked to the window peering outside, feeling as if him and Hanuel were in a completely different world than the one outside from the lack of sound he heard from outside and the fact that no one has come barreling in the front door yet - just him and Hanuel, and from what he could see that was all of who was going to be in this house so far.

Letting out a puff of breath, he abruptly turned on his heel away from the window. “Since I led us upstairs, how about you decide what room we should check out first?”

I have loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night.

 

[wok]

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　　. . .

ʟ ɪ ꜰ ᴇ　ɪ s　ᴄ ᴏ ʟ ᴏ ᴜ ʀ ꜰ ᴜ ʟ　// ɴᴀ ʜᴀɴᴇᴜʟ​

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　 Haneul felt his shakily executed smile thankfully reach a level of visible certainty upon witnessing the formation of the glorious Cheshire simper along the other's rouge lips. The giddy agreement to his offer struck a bountiful amount of poise to swell within both his mind and heart; at last, he'd uttered something to Hansol that he didn't immediately hate himself for afterwards, and it paid off. Heat still somewhat plaguing his cheeks in the tinted haze colour of salmon, the brunette soon casted a glance to where Hansol was peering at oh so intently, and blinked once when his vision had settled on the mysterious corridor at the top of the stairs found off to the side of the room. Internally, he'd assumed that that particular peak was their designation - and he swiftly learned this presumption to be true upon hearing the delicate shuffling of Hansol's padding movement across the living space.

　 Quickly, Haneul's eyes flicked to target the origin of humane shifting, and idly the slightly taller male watched from afar, while he noted mentally that it seemed as if the other were suddenly in a hyper trance when they'd reached the foot of the stairs. To his lonely outsider spectator role, the facial expression that graced Hansol's countenance held an infinite amount of absorption, and it shocked Haneul how fast the dark blue haired male had switched gears. From his stance, the look in the other's eye reminded the brunette of, shockingly, some few children he used to greet a lot within his apartment building a year or so back, before they seemed to have moved. Upon encountering them, the bodies of youth would always peer up at him with bewildered stars in their eyes, like they were entranced by his single presence alone - it felt odd, almost like an out of body experience, to see that same mannered stare, but it not being pointed towards him. Did he not deserve that kind of gaze anymore?

　 With a newfound hesitation biting with a lackluster nip at his heels, Haneul started to follow after Hansol, still keeping a softly scrutinizing eye on him from behind his lead. Hansol really seemed to be a person with millions of layers, or so Haneul mentally noted with a simple thought. It was conflicting, but also intriguing; there was no single individual currently in his life that seemed to combat his charisma and charm like this one guy had done within a span of around ten minutes. It made a feeling of devotion start to prick uncomfortably at his fingertips. He wasn't sure if it were due to a growing abhorrence to know that he wasn't automatically loved by this guy, or if it were the desire to make him do that, but damn, it sure did bug him.

　 Contrary to default belief, no, Haneul wasn't a spoiled brat who expected everyone to throw flowers at his shoes just for existing. He just was rather used to it by now, after twenty two years of being catered to and being fed this brand of attention.

　 As his suede boots became acquainted with every wooden step in the structured incline, the brunette continued watching Hansol's shoulders as the two gradually made it up to the second floor. When he'd reached the top, Haneul took a brisk moment to peer around at the subsequently new surroundings, and still felt at home upon noticing the same design flow carried up to this pristine area. "I am too, this place really is too amazing," The brunette murmured in a gently amused voice, following up Hansol's rat comment. As he went to observe around, fair, scrawny fingers traced the log railing to his left, while his eyes dove down to the level below their feet. He took enjoyment in the discovered view from above; it was a nice touch to make the center of the second floor just another way to look down towards the main living space. The abode they'd be spending the summer at was really turning out to be lovely within his mind: he was loving all of the rustic sights and layouts of the house, which was still moderately surprising considering he was a more modern man himself.

　 Taking in the scene with one last scan of his ocular devices, eventually Haneul turned his head to resume studying Hansol, who was preoccupied with the scenery outside of the home through the window. While the other was turned away, Haneul contemplated going to absorb his own swallow of the landscape through the secondary window nearby, however his deciding was cut abruptly short when he was suddenly spoken to with a quick glance being thrown towards him. He admittedly nearly jumped at the unforeseen nature of the retort and shifting paired together, though he was gratefully able to keep his light person planted to the floor, and respond normally despite being alarmed.

　 "Sure," Haneul agreed in a relaxed fashion with a single nod of his head, prior to his body slowly maneuvering towards the doors of the unknown rooms ahead. He didn't have some sort of plan or something to choose a particular doorway, so instead he just allowed his eyesight to thoroughly inspect the options of closed frames. Though, this really didn't help much when the fact that all the wood and designs on the doors were the same, was added into the mix. Feeling silly because he thought he could be sneaky and improvise a route but failed, the brunette merely cleared the silence from his throat and stepped in front of one door, that was located on the right. "Let's see this one, okay?" He gave a meager glance towards Hansol, with an encouraging twinkle developing within his irises, and eventually pushed his way into the room with a jiggle of the copper handle.

　 Stepping inside, and moving to the side so that Hansol could follow his lead, Haneul immediately gawked at the furniture consuming the majority of the room; his left hand even coming to cup his agape mouth to partially hide his expression. Four beds...? Were they going to make them all stay in two rooms? Only two?? The brunette felt a twinge of apprehensiveness signal off in his brain - he's never had to share a room with someone, as he was a pampered only child... This was unbelievable... How could siblings live together like this, let alone adults? No - let alone strangers?

　 Haneul felt fidgety. "...Six of us are coming here..." He began in a muted voice, not even letting his hand down from his lips due to his own verbal realization, "...We're gonna have to share rooms..." He was swimming in his own uneasiness now, as he very hesitantly went up to one of the pairs of bunk beds. The brunette let his right hand reach out to feel the wood framing the piece of duo furniture, and eventually he pressed the palm that was at his mouth to his temple instead. "...Now I really hope everyone's nice..."

 

[adored]

A man of surprises, Hansol might as well be a magician; his trick is being able to give you the illusion that he’s one way, when he’s not — first impressions causing you to believe he’s an asshole possibly, or that he’s an spoiled chaebol with the way that he struts in the room, shoulders held high and an almost knowing expression painted on his features. Intimidating, he walks with confidence and speaks with poise, but hidden behind the ethereal demeanor is someone who holds many layers; not your one dimensional cake, but rather your puff pastry that appears seemingly uncomplicated, yet holds many layers within to create the flaky and airy taste.

The enormous presence he possesses, waves of confidence flowing off him makes you think you already have him figured out, but you don’t. Hidden behind his sauve exterior is a male whose curiosity is one of a child’s, someone whose cheeks blossom in a furious red from the slightest affection, someone who gets too carried away when proclaiming about something he’s passionate about, someone who’s overcome being timid in the past; someone who many don’t truly know. A bit mysterious, it feels as if he holds a small bit of himself from those he speaks with, as if he’s not letting you see all of him for who he truly is.

Midnight sky swims within dark hues, groups of stars clustered together spread throughout the sky hoping to light a path and find their way to complete a constellation in Hansol’s optics from the sudden interest in the rooms that sat on the upper level while his lips plastered a small grin towards the slightly taller male, Haneul — a unique individual Hansol concluded. The first sight elicited a feeling of enamor; alluring, he owned a subtle hint of charm that weaved and persevered even under the crushing of Hansol’s own confidence. A sight for sore eyes, Hansol could never get enough of observing the other — captivated by the upwards quirk of his lips when he smiled, the sweet melody of his bass voice fluttering into his eardrums, the brunette locks that he hoped felt as soft as they looked, and how erratic his change of moods were; his composure appearing to be calm and collected at first, but abruptly he became more sheepish, stuttering his words as his cheeks became red.

Frames belonging to an array of rooms sat on the upper level, all retaining the same style making it hard to distinguish what was what, but Haneul ended up choosing a door that was on his left, the other’s eyes finding their way to his visage before stepping inside with a twist of the knob.

Maneuvering his body in the direction of the room, Hansol walked inside the room, a rather astonished look replacing the intrigued expression modifying into a look of pure bemusement prior — he didn’t know what emotion he felt more, shock or incertitude..? Questions revolved within the perimeter of his brain as he stood there, rooted in his spot, the one prominent question he pondered reaching the tip of his tongue but words were never uttered in the silence between Haneul and him, instead glissading down his throat; stuck. Why are there 4 beds?

Despite Haneul confirming Hansol’s worst assumptions, he still stood there in shock. 6 of them...sharing a room… Those exact words echoed within his brain before realization finally hit that this definitely wouldn’t be rainbow under the sun like hoped.. And for a second more he stood there even still, repeating those words to himself as if to make himself believe this was really happening - the sight of Haneul moving from his spot to where the beds were helped ebb some of the uneasiness that built in his figure at the thought of having to share a room with a stranger, on live television and somehow not rip off their head — depending on the person.

The room was had a light wood color that covered most of the furniture in the bedroom giving it a slightly lively look, despite the overflowing uneasiness in the room — there were a set of bunk beds, each having their own curtain for privacy, but when you’re sharing a room with other people there is no such thing as privacy. The beds donned simplistic stripe bed sheets. Moving from his spot, Hansol noticed the hidden stairs between the separate bed that offered the lower beds of the bunk bed a bookshelf while those on top seemed to be left with nothing but a curtain.

“I knew this was all too good to be true.” Hands covering his face momentarily before they dropped to his sides, casting a subtle glance at Haneul who’s own hand now touched his temple. “At least we’re finding out now.” Not necessarily the optimistic type, Hansol has always been the one to give others a bit of hope — his job as a dance instructor involves giving others hope for when they feel as if they can’t do it, when they can and that small part of him has transferred to his day to day life, even now. “Let’s look at the other rooms, yeah? Maybe we’ll find something to make us forget about this temporarily.” It’s hopeful - his tone of voice ringing throughout the otherwise silence filled room, lips bending into a small smile towards Haneul.

Fingers delve into prussian dyed locks before he’s heading out to the hallway where they were previously; eyes locking onto the room few feet away from the one he was just in and then he’s walking towards it, palm enveloping the door knob but he turns in Haneul’s direction momentarily offering a smile of hope for both himself and the other before the mystery behind the door is revealed — it’s a bathroom. “At least the bathroom is nice.” He chuckles prior to stepping in the room, stepping aside to give Haneul space to enter.

The bathroom holds a more sophisticated appearance compared to the others rooms they’ve seen throughout the mansion; there was tile flooring in comparison to the wood that covered almost the entire lodge, and no longer were there wood walls but rather wooden cabinets in this particular bathroom. Seeing a window above the bath made the uneasiness he felt earlier become more prominent, he only hoped they’d add a curtain or blind to cover it. A little ways from the entrance was a seperate part of the bathroom, that had its own sliding door; heading towards it, Hansol peaked his head around only to find a single toilet in its place and other necessities. “Nothing but a hidden toilet back there.” Backing away from the secluded spot, he found himself staring in the mirror that hung a few inches above the sink, fixing few imperfections in his hair after running his fingers through it so much. “This is actually pretty nice.”

I have loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night.

 

[wok]

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　　ʟ ɪ ᴋ ᴇ

　　ᴛ ʜ ᴇ

　　. . .

ʟ ɪ ꜰ ᴇ　ɪ s　ᴄ ᴏ ʟ ᴏ ᴜ ʀ ꜰ ᴜ ʟ　// ɴᴀ ʜᴀɴᴇᴜʟ​

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　 The sensitively tender palm soothingly comforting his temple unfortunately hadn't helped cease the swaying his head was undertaking beneath the whirlwind of awareness suddenly buffeting him; what was he going to do in a situation like this? Not only had he never shared a room before - he had been living on his own for an exceptional amount of time, now... What was it like to only receive a portion of what he'd been accustomed to for years? Well, if it were anything like the mere consciousness of the seemingly devilish living plan, Haneul assumed it wasn't going to be very forgiving in the slightest.

　 Hansol... Hansol was going to be living in this room with him, alongside another guy... But the fact that one of them were going to be Hansol alone already made Haneul's throat tighten uncomfortably, as the fair wooden walls seemed to be closing in on him in a make-believe phase of claustrophobia. This was starting to give him a fun migraine to party with.

　 While his slender fingers continued to trace the hardwood that built one of the duo pieces of furniture, the inconsistent textures switching roughly from smooth to scratchy unexpectedly at least making brief distractions for his plagued mind, Haneul eventually heard the utterances of the other male residing in the space nearby. Internally, before the prussian haired male even spoke his first word, Haneul assumed he would only receive more anxiety from whatever he had to say, as he thought they would suddenly burst out in anger and disapproval. But thankfully, oh so gratefully, his voice surprisingly deflated his growing worry and relaxed his drowning subconscious, with only its pleasurable sound of trying to lighten the dismal mood drenching the walls around them. The brunette blinked at how his skin crawled with goosebumps, and soon gave a shyly hopeful glance in Hansol's direction; chocolate shadows dancing sporadically in his irises at the rhythm of his irregular heart beat drumming away within his chest. "All right..." His own vocal chords were still a bit subdued in vibration due to the remaining shock prodding his blood, though he did give the genuine effort of supplying a buoyant smile at the end of his agreement of resuming the improvised tour.

　 Haneul ducked out of the room, following the other swiftly, really just appreciative to be away from that sentient nightmare for now - even if it were only for a brief period of time, he was thankful. His eyes stayed low as he embraced Hansol's guide with another silent pursuit, though when he noticed the other's sudden halt, undoubtedly already at a new door located in the small corridor, his eyesight flicked up with bashful curiosity. He was startled to notice the blue haired male already peering back at him when he fetched his pupils to see upwards, though he reflexively acknowledged the other's sanguine beam with a meager one of his own. He gazed passed Hansol when the door was jiggled open, and immediately his worries from before about the bedrooms dissipated like water under sunlight. The vapors of distress no longer plaguing him, Haneul gawked at the lovely sight ahead of them.

　 Wasting no time and ridding his body of his led hesitance, "This is incredible!" His baritone voice had suddenly regained its full, benevolent boom while he moved inside the new space like a kid in a candy store; the brunette's eyes swallowed with an innocent fascination. This kind of room was right up his tasteful, modern-loving alley. "Wow...! I would've never expected this... majesty in this kind of home," Fingers carefully grazed the smooth granite framing the top of the counters, as wide ocular devices waded with authentic puzzlement in the beauty of the bathroom. Haneul had always harbored a knack for interior design; it consistently brought out his most intrigued side, so seeing this type of room within the lodge was a very pleasant discovery. "I love this..." He spoke with awe, just completely dumbstruck. From the exquisite choice of lighting to the delicately placed tiles, alongside the perfect appliances and small details of decor, Haneul's designer heart was stolen.

　 Soon sending a glance at Hansol, who was seemingly checking himself out in the mirror from his perspective, the brunette chuckled quietly at the cute display, and gazed at himself in his own reflective surface as well."...So, Hansol," The taller of the two started faintly, since they were in a space that was prone to echoing, "How do you really think everyone will be?" He questioned curiously, while he etched particular strands of honey brown over his forehead into their right places. "...I'm most curious about the girls, if I'm honest,"

　 "Two girls and four guys... I feel like it's going to be a mess, don't you...? I hope they get here soon enough, so we all can really start to see, you know?"

 

[adored]

Jeong

Hansol

Gaze shifted from his mirrored visage, now fixating on Haneul who stood a few meters away near the entrance. His feeble voice echoing throughout the small confines of the bathroom, words coming together to form a question - mind wandered in correlation to Haneul’s question, albeit realistically, opposed to his usual exaggerated predicaments that infiltrated his brain. Truthfully he couldn’t think how the others may be, knowing that if the producer scounted Hansol himself at his dance studio, that meant he could’ve scounted millions of others at weird places, and possibly picked up creeps to be in the show - but, he wanted to believe the producer had more credibility than Hansol was giving him currently.

The pad of his finger tapped lightly upon the surface of his fair cheek, eyebrows quirking in a sense of cogitation - “That’s a good question.. Realistically speaking, we won’t get along with everyone or at least like one them. But, there’s a good chance everyone else won’t be too bad, and if we somehow don’t end up liking any of the others..at least we’ll have each other.” A light shade of pink blossomed across his cheeks in response to what he exclaimed, averting his eyes to look elsewhere but Haneul who Hansol visioned to have a mortified look painted upon his features. Who was he to think the two wouldn’t like any of the other people? Or that Haneul would even want to stick by Hansol’s side if somehow they didn’t like the cast? Or if Haneul even likes him enough to want to stick by his side..

“Hah.. That’s understandable. I wonder if they know they’ll be living alongside 4 other guys for most of the summer.” Attempting to laugh off his embarrassment, fingers delved into the prussian locks of hair residing on the back of his head, slowly peeking at Haneul here and there. “In any case you mix girls and boys you’ll get a mess, but maybe it won’t be really messing depending on the others..” Instead of looking at Haneul, Hansol looks outside the window, the sunlight from the sunny day filtering through the glass, and for a second he just stares outside, admiring the scenery that was showcased. “We should probably head downstairs, and check out the other rooms when everyone else is here. I’m sure they’ll be here shortly.” A small smile is offered to the other, the embarrassment he experienced earlier slowly diminishing into nothingness - brushing past Haneul, he stop shorts in front of the taller, looking back. “Let’s hope the others are nice.” He then turns around heads towards the stairs that lead downstairs.

 

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:: critical beauty

AN YERIN

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+ 'good luck on the set !!'
+ 'have a nice day < 3'
+ 'she's gonna slay mee asghsdk;'
+ 'pls follow me back?'
+ '[unintelligible language]'
+ 'i love you yerin please never get down about life, ur absolutely perfect and all yerilights love u so much thank you for existing < 3'

Her visage remained generally unimpressed, aside from a few eyebrow twitches of minimal satisfaction, as her large dark chocolate abysses sifted through the abundance of new comments left with broadly positive residue on her most recent picture on IG. The photo featured herself in a rather provocative pose, but also the message caption that she was going to, at last, commence recording her new reality show later today. Although she had specifically been given instruction by her manager to not release a lot of info about the new program to her fans on social media yet, she was sure to egg them on with promises that her elegant divinity would be the center of the show, with no doubt. It was her show, therefore she was now treating this opportunity as her personal getaway with all benefits directed at her and only her.

Leaning back comfortably in her pleather seat as her designated driver maneuvered the stretched black Cadillac along numerous familiar streets on the GPS decided path to the filming set, Yerin set her large phone on the vacant cushion to her right, prior to peering aimlessly out of the heavily tinted window with thoughts tickling her wound up mind. She hadn't had a concrete row in a show in quite a while... She nearly forgot how exciting it was to know that she would be a featured cast mate and not just a special appearance! The dark-haired girl was looking forward to the new-old experience, and was certain this would return to her her entirety of fame, that she had back then.

"...M-Miss An," The deep, gruff sound of her driver's voice made her plainly give him a glance through means of the rear-view mirror. His eyes quick to dart back to the road once he was aware his precious cargo gave him even a mere bit of attention, sure to not make direct eye contact, "How are you feeling about all of this...?" It was most likely a bad idea to attempt to commence in small talk with her in the near silent cab, but the man knew full well that the young woman enjoyed speaking without qualms when it was a topic entirely about her, so he gave it a shot at it anyhow. She was intimidating and very capable of ruining his life with only a mere snap of her daintily delicate fingers, but she was still human after all, and a celebrity at that. What celebrity doesn't like to be asked for their thoughts about the things they'll partake in...? Well, perhaps the queen of conceit was just a special case.

"..." Blatantly hesitant in even breathing a huff of a response towards the help, the spoiled girl blinked with evident apathy splicing the mirror she remained gazing into. "It's going to be great. I can feel that this could be the one." Yerin spoke with monotonous vibrations of her vocal chords, though it was easy to piece together that she was only putting on a seemingly bored act due to the fact she was talking with the agency's help, and 'not an actual human being,' as she would phrase herself. Those below her weren't worth her enthusiasm.

"That's a lovely, lovely way to think of it, Miss An; how quaint of you." The man sucked up to his boss with a slightly nervous compliment, knowing that the aforementioned inhabitant of the fancy vehicle was still currently staring daggers into the reflective surface near his rested gaze. "...Are you going to try to befriend the people you will be starring alongside?"

The driver's comment made her gag reflex fluctuate. That's right... there are others... She finally removed her sharp eyes from the mirror, much to the man in the front's relief, and resumed her window spectating from before, with her boldness lingering on her tongue, ready to strike. "If they're not useless." Yerin hissed blandly, and noted the scenery outside gradually changing from an urban perspective to a more rural one whilst she contemplated her words. "Of course, as any profound actress would do, I'll be their best friend on screen. Off screen, I'll try not to rip them apart." She simply shrugged her scrawny shoulders at her genuinely truthful comment, in which her driver could anxiously witness now that he could return to glancing at the mirror with no presence of a certain seductive demon plaguing the reflective surface.

"M... Miss An, your manager would not be pleased by that last statement..."

"She's not here. It doesn't matter. Now, please, do not speak to me anymore."

Immediate reticence fell over the entirety of the motor vehicle following her faint but stern demand, and it made Yerin huff slightly with smugness - she was surely anticipating this kind of commanding power would carry its heavy way onto the set. No, not hoping, expecting.

A few moments had seemingly passed while the brunette was fiddling with the edges of her skirt (ᵒᵘᵗᶠᶦᵗ), and before she was even aware of it, the high-tech GPS was noisily entailing of their arrival from the front of the stretched car. The girl paused her idle messing with the soft fabric, and went to peer out of the window once more, at the destination. Upon seeing the so-called set, she wasn't impressed, she's seen way better housing for shows - but at least it didn't seem to be disgustingly poor. Though she most definitely nearly gagged another time at the exterior design.

Why did it have to be that... gross wood stuff...

She shuddered at the unfamiliar, boorish sights painting her expensive vision from afar, though she was still swift to exit the car for the retrieval of fresh air. She stretched her arms above her head, her crop top rising a bit high, releasing all bad vibes she received on the ride here. Now... it was time to put on a show, correct? The best actress reviews and perfects her role before she even obtains it.

Going from a moody brat to an ebullient angel in a matter of seconds, Yerin flipped the switch in her brain, and giggled loudly at seemingly nothing. "Yerin's here~~~!" She announced at the top of her lungs, catching the attention of who she knew were behind-the-scenes staff, who had been gathered intently in front of the home. They peered at her with surprise, mainly due to the fact she screamed her presence boisterously, and eventually a few came over to welcome her, to tend to her. While she chatted with the unknown faces, her driver dug her practically endless luggage from the back of the Cadillac, and placed it near the front entrance of the home, so that he could get a jump-start on leaving the area, to get the agency car back as soon as possible. When Yerin's things remained securely at the door, the man waved to the celebrity quickly before speeding off - after her nod of approval, of course.

It's time~

Peering around after the few staff that greeted her and informed her they were beginning soon had dispersed, the dark-haired girl took it upon herself to explore the desire of discovering the insides of the building, and with blatant fake excitement, she skipped into the home, soon gawking at the wide living room the instant she stepped inside the thick front door.

Her bags remained outside, however.

There was no way she was carrying her own things inside.

:: the mind's control

SANG CHUL

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Why was he doing this?

The single bothersome question plagued his mind excessively, as he successfully hailed a taxi with the least amount of effort being put towards the halting action as possible. Lackadaisically watching the aforementioned attracted vehicle slowly pull up to his curb with his bored, serpentine eyes, Chul was admittedly regretting his decision of accepting such a frivolous deed unto his daily life mentally.

A reality show... How far had he fallen to have been wrapped into such a gross atmosphere, and for a job as well... He was regarded as a genius by so many people, and this is where he's ended up? Sacrificing his own values for money? Chul wasn't one for sulking, but this was truly a pathetic situation, especially the longer he lingered on the reality of it-- ...bad choice of words.

The male dressed in all black unhurriedly moved to throw his minimal belongings into the trunk of the service car that patiently waited for him, and eventually soon followed suit with tossing his own body into the cab when his couple of bags laid sleeping undisturbed in the back.

"Where are we going, sir?"

Wallowing in his stench of remorse when he sat in the backseat, soon Chul flinched at the question the older man in the driver seat threw at him, but he recovered swiftly and handed the man a piece of paper that contained a neatly jotted down address on its face. He'd scribbled it down just before he left home, with the assistance of that one guy who scouted him on that one weird day... The producer? Chul wasn't exactly sure, as he was really trying his best to erase that memory from his psyche at that moment. The raven haired male cautiously watched the man in the front peer at the piece of flattened tree with scrutinizing eyes for a moment, until he'd went to undoubtedly tap the location into the GPS in the center console, which made sense, since Chul was aware the place he'd ordered was apparently outside of town, and was possibly hard to know offhand due to this fact.

When the car started to lurch forward, was when the customer in the cab leaned back in his seat awkwardly, and stared without emotion out of the window to his right. He wasn't used to taking public transportation, so this was a new experience - he was used to simply walking everywhere he needed to go, but seeing as this was a place he hadn't known, he thought taking a taxi was his safest bet. Walking would probably take forever for this certain location, anyway. The local shops' curb appeal becoming slow blurs in his vision as the car did its job and swiftly took him away from civilization, the raven haired male wasn't focusing on what he was seeing, more that he was smoothly organizing his thoughts about his current conditions while idly peering outside.

Do it for the money. Do it in the most quick and painless way. Do it just to get it over with. Do it to progress in life.

Don't care about anything. Don't affiliate yourself with anything. Don't get overpowered. Don't be weak.

It seemed easy enough, just looking to the inside from the outside before even entering, but Chul wasn't a psychic, even with his possibly superior mind. He wasn't sure what this was going to hold for him, not even what substance this could supply him with - but oh well. Dwelling on the unknowns of an unfortunate situation was too pitiful as it was, so the dreary male quit the forming anxiety with a mere denial of the continuation of thoughts. Enough of that... It happened to be that he supposedly arrived at his destination during his focused contemplation anyway.

The service car slowly drying to a halt along the dirt path in front of a sizable piece of architectural work, Chul hesitated in moving again, even with his hyped up nonchalance to the subject of the day. The numbing shock revolving around the unbearable fact that he was supposed to get out in a few seconds, and interact with strangers who have no clue about who he is, and on national television as well, stunned his body uncomfortably. He's always been the outsider, with no real place in an average group of people, but at least in his hometown, the people around him were used to it and so he could live on with his precious status of 'perpetual enigma.' But, here... how was he supposed to just sashay into this unknown place and act something he's never been, natural?

Nonetheless... Chul knew his manners. He knew he couldn't keep the hardworking man who brought him here without fault from continuing his routes. He shakily paid the taxi driver his prolonged fare, and retrieved his few things from the trunk - though, it was still at his own pace, as he clearly did not want to be hasty about starting a probable nightmare.

As he rolled his couple of suitcases along behind him in his wake, Chul observed his unaccustomed surroundings with a suspicious eye, though his focus was mainly at the humongous house ahead of him. Whoa... He was used to his less-than fabulous compact apartment... This place looked really nice, it was certainly not what he thought it would be-- vruooooom, the taxi who escorted him here audibly zoomed away, leaving him alone at his own newfound possible-hell. He swallowed hard, his facial expression rigid, as he concluded that speaking with a person that bore 'STAFF' on the back of their shirt was the safest bet to start out with.

Upon reaching a flock of the crew members, "...It is my pleasure to make your acquaintance." In addition to the polite speak, Chul bowed deeply, swiftly shaking hands that jutted out for his greeting with a firm gentleness. "I'm named Sang Chul. I've reached the correct locale for an upcoming reality show?"

"Nice to meet you, Chul! You are, good job finding the place. We are set to start, just not yet- feel free to look around for now, we will let you all know when filming will begin. Make yourself at home in the meantime." One of the older men in the circle of welcoming claimed, whilst smiling nicely in the raven-haired male's direction. Even though it was just a sweetener to the clear-cut dismissal, that smile made him feel odd... But it was most definitely not a brand new sentiment to tickle his throat; smiles have always made him feel strange. They're so uncalled for, why do it? It's such an overt expression.

"..."

As the eyes of the small group turned away from him, no longer worried about his person, probably because he showed no reciprocation of friendliness, Chul eventually floated away from them, and guessed he would look around in the house for the time being. He reached the front door - giving the girly luggage that rested in front of it a bored glance that lasted a millisecond - before pressing his way inside; his own bags still trailing behind him. In the back of his mind, he wondered where he should put them for now, whilst his eyes wandered around the rustic interior of the home.