a glance in the mirror confirms what is usually the case — she looks pristine, to anyone who glances her direction. (if one were to look closer, let ones eyes linger for longer than normal, it might reveal some cracks in the surface. but they’re well hidden — even yerim herself manages to convince herself they’re not there most days.) she’s about to pick up her bag off the floor, take it with her on her way to the kitchen, when a knock on the door startles her — she freezes, just for a moment, the intrusive sound unexpected. she doesn’t usually get visitors with no warning first. 

frowning, she lets the strap of her bag fall to the floor again, as she moves towards the door. opening it leaves her face to face with… her neighbor? at least she thinks it’s a neighbor — she’s sure she’s seen the girl around the building before, but truth be told, while yerim might be observant, she’s not particularly concerned with knowing who everyone on her floor is. in other words, she has no idea who this is, aside from her face being vaguely familiar. 

“hello.” she nods in greeting, a polite, somewhat stiff smile on her face. there’s a brief pause as yerim studies the girl more closely, and takes note of the cups in her hands. ah. must be missing some ingredients, and yerim was perhaps the unlucky one who’s being asked to lend some out. (well, that, or she’s already tried the whole floor, and yerim’s door is the last resort.)

"oh, hello!" her voice came out a little bit too on the excited side. not her intentions, but also not out of the ordinary for her. her eyes take a quick scan of the young woman before her, gaze then catching the glimpse of her bag on the floor. a slight feeling of guilt for having interrupted her arrival to her own home sits with harumi for a brief moment before her attention is brought back to the other's face. "yes! however did you guess?" she giggles lightly under her breath, shoulders rising at her own silly and obvious question.

"you see, i'm making myself a snack before having to pull an all-nighter cram study session for this big exam tomorrow. making tteokbokki, to be exact." her explanation is followed up with her smile starting to curl downward into a frown, a sign that a misfortune had fallen upon her attempt at cooking. "i thought i had everything i needed but...turns out i ran out of sugar," harumi continues with a laugh, one that came out rather embarrassed to admit her own mistake.

perhaps she would actually enjoy herself if her friends had stayed by her side (like they promised), but it only took them fifteen minutes after arrival to ditch her to do who knows what. they swore that they would come back, after all, there was someone they were dying to introduce to her, but seolran has a sinking suspicion that their words would remain a broken promise.

she kept herself busy by exploring the apartment and striking up conversations with the people around her, only to excuse herself after ten minutes by saying that she needed to refill her drink. (she wonders if any of them noticed that she never took a sip from her cup in the first place.) at this point, all she wants to do is go home. the only thing holding her back is the promise she made to head out with her friends. she could break this promise, much like she assumes they'll break theirs to her, but her annoying conscious won't let her leave in case something happens.

seolran tucks herself into a corner of the room, arms crossed, as she continues to observe the partygoers and their various antics. she's in the middle of taking a sip of her soda when harumi approaches. it takes a second for her mind to register that she's being spoken to, but she quickly nods in response. "yeah," she says breezily, eyes scanning the room once more before settling on the younger. seeing the warm smile, seolran reminds herself to play nice. she's bored and irritated at her friends, but she shouldn't take her feelings out on someone else.

there’s a quick shake of her head, dismissing any sort of negativity that came from everything she had just said, and the same smile as before is right back on her face. "but who’s counting, right?" the pitch in her tone called for lighthearted humor. although forced, harumi figured it was the right time to do so.

rather than wait for the expected awkward silence to fall on them, she clears her throat and steps in just a bit closer to the other in order to ensure they were able to hear each other better. the music somehow got louder, or perhaps it was just the alcohol finally getting to her. "so…is this your first official party too? i’ve never been to one. not that i’m not invited to them or anything. it’s by choice! puuurely by choice." she brings the rim of the cup to her lips, a chuckle echoing through the inside of it.

Looks like three months have flown by already.

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their paths don’t cross often, they’re in different clubs and majors, but seol remembers remarkable people. they don’t have to be particularly outstanding in terms of social status, their grades, or whatever; it could be their personality. the girl named harumi was one of them. an angel, too kind for her own good. a saint, even. it’s remarkable how in such a place, someone could be so innocent. people like her could be easily taken advantage of, but that’s only what seol sees on the surface. he doesn’t knows her, only ever the silent observer to those in the light.

harumi braves the few drops of rain that blow in her direction as she steps out through the sliding doors of the hall, hands rising to form a makeshift cover for the top of her head. should she go further? risk getting soaked and possibly sick? waiting it out was also an option, but who knows how long the sudden rain would last. she could message a friend! ...if her phone wasn't on the verge of dying.

she's seen taking a step forward, then back, then forward again, and once more back. almost a dance, minus the background music. with a final breath, she's about to give up and just make a run for it, when a soothing voice halts her motion. her whole body turns to face him, her hands still held up above her head, as she looks up into the other's eyes. there's a sincerity behind his gaze, the kindness of this stranger causing a wide, thankful smile to appear. within a matter of seconds, harumi had been saved from enduring a sprint in the rain.

hell was a fake bleach blonde, indeed.

she doesn’t react much upon seeing her team crowded around the kissing booth; she ran the team like the navy with methods of tough love and expected nothing less than perfection of her girls, and that meant they knew to be at any meeting location before she got there.

she takes a long siiiiiiiiiip through the straw of her iced latte once she finally reaches the booth. a few second passes as she does a head count of the members before she finally speaks.

“i see everyone is here, that’s good.” there’s a small grin forming itself on her lips, her free hand perched on her hip. “that means i can tell you all the news together.”

she takes off her coach sunglasses and places them atop her head, eyes closed for the dramatics as she speaks. “i, han seoyun, your faithful captain… will not be participating in this little kissing booth, or whatever.” she rolls her eyes and lifts her hand up to stop any of the girls from opening their mouths, whether it be a gasp or whines of complaint leaving them. “i'm not done talking.”

“anyways… i’m still gonna be here, duh. i’m just not kissing anyone. there’s very little people on this campus that i would put my lips on.” seoyun shrugs nonchalantly, as if she wasn’t cheating the system that was made for all of the team captains. antares could personally kiss her ass if they really expected her to smooch every person who came up, regardless if it was on the cheek or not.

granted, there was one person but she doubt he would show up.

that cocky grin returns as she continues, “instead, i’ll kindly be asking you all to take my place for the kisses… and in return, i’ll be paying for everyone’s meals during our october competitions. yes, meals—all three of them. sounds good, hm?”

the rest of the girls erupted into small cheers at the announcement; it was rare for seoyun to treat the girls unless it was confirmed they were coming back to yeonhwa with trophies, so this was big. while everyone else was excitedly talking amongst themselves (because if it's one thing college students love, it's free food), seoyun finally made her way over to her assistant captain, arms crossed over her chest and a more relaxed expression than before.

she merely stood there, a cheesy grin plastered wide on her face, nodding to every word that seoyun spoke. the cheers from the girls had her laughing and clapping along with them. even if it meant having to step in for the captain's place for the kissing booth, harumi valued moments like these more than anything. it spoke true to seoyun's character, the hidden soft side that may be rare but shown and felt through her actions.

now with just the two of them off to the side, her head shakes dismissively in response to seoyun's questions. true, the kissing booth made her heart skip beats from the excitement, but the day wasn't about her. operation: get seoyun her fairytale ending was just starting.

"anyone i've been wanting to kiss?" she takes the moment to reconsider her initial answer, humming in thought as she really put her mind to it. after several seconds of silence, no one's name, or face popped up. "i can't say that i have. i wouldn't even be able to tell you when's the last time i'd gotten butterflies thanks to someone's presence," harumi adds in through a chuckle under her breath.

"being the best at being the worst is also a skill." he chuckles along with her, an easy smile on his face (he tries very hard not to think about that sentence at length or in full). "you're the champion. i'm kind of like the mascot, i think. i'm here for the love of the game."

the zombies on screen are somewhat the least of his worries after a point, and truth be told, he's hardly paying attention himself. his mouse clicks, wrist moves, fingers click on autopilot now.

"ehhh," he hushes, a quiet and drawn out syllable. "my stats will recover eventually. besides if we keep at it, eventually you'll get better and then it's only a little more eventuallys, until you're even better than me. and then you can boost me up in every game we play."

as her character's mauled by a sudden swarm of zombies, she breathes out a defeated sigh and slumps back against her seat. she glances over to the corner of her computer screen, taking note of how late it was. another hum, this one considering on how to answer. "i wouldn't say 'lost,' but it has been some hours since my last meal." rather than return to the area where she was ultimately brought to her death, she had her character run in circles in the respawning spot.

jisung leans back in his desk chair and it creaks and so, too, does his will to live (that's a bit exaggerated, he just lets out a tired sigh). "harrrrrumi," he drags out the syllables of her name, a soft chuckle amending half way through and shifting a whine into something lighter. "stay with me, yeah?" he leans forward since he's respawned (they're playing games tonight, again, because it's an easy escape), and waits for her to pop-up on screen next to him. they'd been wiped out at the same time completely no where near each other. "we keep dying. it's a skill at this point maybe; how fast and often we're dropping dead," his words are littered with amusement and a sort of easy-goingness as he walks his character in circles around her good-naturedly.

despite the sheerly impressive loss-win ratio they'd accrued together since they became gaming buddies (they're on a frankly insane losing streak), jisung is in a good enough mood. their friendship was as surface level as they come in some ways, but games make it safe and fun. carrying (is it even possible to carry her at this point?) harumi is honest time well spent. he adjusts his headset and from them on, the sound of his keys clicking and his furious mouse clicking could only barely be picked up by the call they were in.

the game picks up and a comforting silence falls between them, focus now on the zombies that were threatening from every which way. absentmindedly, the only sounds that were coming from harumi were the imitations she made of all the sound effects her ears could capture. from the weapons landing their hits onto enemies to the comical cries of perishing zombies, harumi was absorbed in her own little world. aside from the one they were both immersed in, at least.