永遠に

she doesn’t mean to suddenly leave but she doesn’t really know how to say goodbye. she always did say she’d stay by the people she cared about dearly. brandon and eunji. but she decides that maybe it’s for the best--but she realizes that if they were to ever find her on sns or while they’re on vacation to the place she’s going (after all, the world’s small), they’d probably never forgive her until she explain why she left and 

she doesn’t really know why she’s leaving in the first place. she loves them so much that they’re the only reason she stays in the cursed place called home. 

she taps her fingers against the counter of the information desk as she observes the girl behind the counter losing the smile she held so brightly just ten minutes ago. “i’m still unsure where i should go. it’s not like i know a second language fluent enough for me to live with you know?” she kind of wishes she talked over this topic with one of her friends--but then again, it’d be easy for them to figure out where she would be. “and it can’t be america. i’m pretty sure he know everyone there.” 

she slowly closes her eyes before opening them up again to stare up at the departure list. “ah ...” she stares at the word and then lets her eyes slowly slide to the side where she can read the time of departure. it’s in a few minutes. she could probably take that ... it would be the easiest. “thanks,” she gently taps the counter with her hand before flashing a smile, a smile that’s been only reserved for a few people in her life. she turns away from the girl at the counter who finally relaxes her shoulders and slumps into a comfortable position. 

she knows where she’s heading. it’s one place her friends would never think to find her. she smiles softly as she types quickly against her phone as she walks to a ticketing booth to purchase a last minute flight. the moment she reaches the counter and looks into the male smiling at her asking how he could help her, she presses send. 

It was a familiar voice that rang in his ears, a voice he had no problem easily connecting a face to despite their last meetings predicament. When was the last time they saw each other exactly? He wasn’t even sure on that question, just vaguely remembering it was around the time of the new year arriving and some sort of party both of them just so happened to be attending. Throughout that night there had been a lot of people he had meet and mingled with, but she was the one that caught his eye the most, and due to the result of alcohol, things were easily able to progress between the two at the time.

Being cocky wasn’t an attribute he claimed per-say, which is why he didn’t jump to some sinful response at her statement. Truthfully, he was in the same shoes as her. Casual sex was something that happened in daily life, and he didn’t blame her for not holding some sincere admiration for the event. He actually preferred it that way. Having some girl get all hung-up on what could be deemed a one-night stand was something he was not so keen on dealing with. Thankfully, they were on the same page in this.

He heaved a sigh, trying to think of something humorous to turn around the current vibes that filled their conversation. It was a common known trait for him to easily slip out of seriousness, it wasn’t anything new. “What didn’t mean a thing? What are you talking about?” After pausing for a split second he began laughing at his remark, hoping she would catch the intentions he was hitting at: You say it didn’t happen? Then it didn’t. You say it doesn’t mean anything? Then it doesn’t.. “But really, I was thinking the same. We shouldn’t let history catch up to us so easily, it’s been a while since I last saw you though. How’ve you been? Staying out of trouble ay?”

whenever she did drink, she usually went home. she never really thought about finding a one night stand afterwards but it seemed that it was different for just that night. maybe it was because he was available and she just needed to relieve some stress or frustration she held for a while. she usually would have ignored the male’s presence, acted as though they’ve never seen each other but she could feel the gazes from people she had seen before during her parent’s parties or at the parties she attended with her parents (against her will) and she needed someone to keep her occupied. keep her away from letting other people approach her with questions regarding her parent’s business or meeting up for a date or two. 

when she first heard the male’s words in reaction to her’s, her brows immediately knitted together and here she was stuck with some male who thought that night meant more--but that didn’t make sense. wouldn’t he have tried to find her after that night? hearing his sudden burst of laughter, her brows knitted tighter. “oh god,” she muttered, obviously displeased at the male’s joke, she wasn’t the one to usually get fooled over these kind of jokes but something about the male’s expressions almost let her believe that he meant what he said. 

He always knows when something is wrong with Seulgi, how can he not when she’s his best friend of almost twenty years? So when she came home that evening with a slight limp in her walk, he became beyond concerned even though she brushed it off like nothing. But now hours later, she appears by his side asking for his assistance (sort of). Brandon takes a break from his school work and looks up at her from his leather desk chair, not saying anything for a moment but choosing to, instead, get up from his chair and gently usher her into it. ❝Sit down instead, it’ll probably be more comfortable than leaning on me.❞ Taking a few steps back he seats himself on the edge of his neatly made bed, not taking his eyes off of her.  ❝This just reminds me of the time I had just gotten back to Korea. You had injured yourself then too. What happened anyway? And why haven’t you treated your ankle? Damn it Seulgi.❞  Seeing her in pain tugs on his heartstrings for a reason he can only assume is because they’re best friends, there would be no other reason anyway…right?

« Never said I was a good one to begin with. » Shrug ensued and the rapper just keeps grinning, not even staring at the mess that was supposed to be a… plate of pasta? some kind of living mass menacing to leave the pan? Who knows. « I guess that saying I was distracted’s not a good excuse, right? »

—- As an athlete, Bobby didn’t like admitting fatigue. When did he anyways? He had always pushed himself far beyond his limits and capacity whenever it came to his baseball career that not even a high fever impeded him. However, Seulgi should know; she was a medical student after all and she would have picked up on the symptoms pretty quickly. And despite the two of them going to two different universities, he was surprised that she still came and visited him. Today, being his game, wasn’t an exception to that. With a shake of his head he replied, “ Think I caught the flu or somethin’. “

                                   send “talk about us”  | accepting , @jvngexnji​

What they define their relationship with your muse as: best friends, there is no one else i’d replace her with. it’s kind of ... filled in understanding. we don’t talk to each other 24/7 or did we ever had people ask if we were sisters or if we were attached at our hips. we don’t talk about everything about each other nor do we alert each other on stuff but ... when we do meet up and talk it’s comfortable. like i should be talking to you more often, i could proudly say that you are my best friend even if we don’t talk or see each other a lot.

Something they like about your muse:the positivism ... it’s weird of me to be saying things out loud like this isn’t it? (/ laughs softly into the back of her hand ) but it’s the truth, I don’t know ... something about you when you see me and when you talk, you don’t let anyone drag you down. you keep your head held up high for something you want to do and you just ... do it. i admire that a lot about you, eunji.

Something they dislike about your muse:because of the positivism ... i feel like you hide a lot about what you feel a lot like when you waited for that guy for so long only to move on. you never really talked about it nor did you want to afterwards. i was disappointed that you didn’t talk to you best friend too deeply into it but ... i still found you endearing to holding onto it without letting you change yourself for the worst. i do wish you talk about it more with me or even with other people even if it’s not me.

Their first impression of your muse:how did we even meet anyways? you were smiling, you were filming something and i happened to walk right across your camera’s view. (/ laughs ) i thought you were so dumb for smiling when i was so confused. like ... what is this girl ... why is she acting like it was her fault? it made me feel guilty, you know how rare i feel guilty? you were pretty cute though, i thought about hitting on you, to be honest. 

Their impression of your muse now:strong willed, optimistic (still) but not stupid. i can see where your personality comes from. if i met most girls like you, i’d just label them stupid idiots and just go on but i don’t know, what could i say about you that changed from the first impression other than the fact that you aren’t one of those stupid idiots? (/ laughs softly as she tilts her head and tries to think of anything ) i got nothing. 

How they feel about your muse:there might have been a small crush but that’s only because you were cute and it died out pretty quickly knowing that i’d rather have you as a friend than you trying to run away from me because i seem like a creep. (/ laughs loudly ) which i’m pretty sure, with your personality, you would have had a hard time doing. (/ continues to snicker ) i’m thankful that you’re still around as my best friend, i’m glad you’re here every time i come back and you always greet me with a smile that i can’t resist.

Something they are hiding from your muse:me? hiding something from you? oh lord, where do i start (/ grins teasingly before laughing ) but you know how i am ... i just don’t tell you about the details. i tell you i meet up with guys times to time and i usually mean girls, guys ... doesn’t really matter ... and when i say hang sometimes .. it means you know ... (/ laughs nervously ) your pure mind don’t have to know these details. 

                                    send “talk about us”  | accepting , @jeongui

What they define their relationship with your muse as: best friends, childhood friends ..... (/ there is a slight hesitance in her voice as she gently bites down on her lower lip ) ... childhood best friend? a mix of the two ... i guess. (/ her brows furrow as she clicks her tongue like there is a bitter taste in her mouth and something picks at her heart like she’s supposed to add something else ) someone very important to me ... can’t really define our relationship ... don’t you agree?

Something they like about your muse:the stupid grin on your face, that same old smile that reminds me that not all things change. (/ mumbles softly as she trails off in her words. mumbling more words after it but almost inaudible to hear ) it gives me a sense of relief ... that you’re still the stupid you that i’ve known years ago. i guess ... it make me smiles too (/ mutters the last part quickly hoping that he can’t hear )

Something they dislike about your muse:you know what i dislike about you. the fact that you keep pulling these disappearing acts on me and coming up to me like nothing happened like you were always there. (/ hisses bitterly as her expression distorts ) i dislike the idea of thinking that you were alright when i wasn’t there because it wasn’t alright when you weren’t here. (/ breathes heavily soon after honest words spill out from her lips )

Their first impression of your muse:how should i remember my first impression on you. i was a baby when we first met. i could probably tell you the earliest memory i have of you ... but that’s not what i’m supposed to recall so i’m going to keep it to myself. (/ smiles widely at him at the thought of the memory she remembers of them when young )

Their impression of your muse now:a successful friend who ended up finding the right path he wanted to take. (/ a smile unconsciously slips onto her lips ) someone who’s a lot of confident about himself ... i don’t know. i can’t really explain my impression on you now. what am i supposed to say?

How they feel about your muse:.... (/ her lips press together, refusing to open. she blinks slowly and nervously at him as she lowers her eyes into her hands. her fingers lacing with one another to keep her hands from shaking nervously as she fidgets her thumbs together ) glad (/ she starts off as she tries to think of other vague words to describe the feeling ) close, comforted ... warm ... (/ her voice starts to soften as the volume lowers into a whisper ) drawn tow ... (/ she quickly catches her word from slipping fully as she looks up and smiles to cover it up ) curious. is that enough?

Something they are hiding from your muse:well, i never really thought of it as hiding. i know i told you i wouldn’t bring it up anymore but ... i have to. since you were gone ten years of my life, there are a lot of things you don’t know ... and it’s not like i’m hiding anything away from you. you just never ask about it (/ she nods, but it’s mostly for herself knowing she answered this well without screaming out i am hiding something from you and this is it ) .... you just have to ask the right questions to find out the things that happened while you were gone for ten years. you can’t expect me to spill the beans just randomly you know.

                                     three word starters | accepting , @ibsuga

The frustration was evident in the male’svoice as he fought to win the battle between him and his computer. As therapper struggled with his computer for the song he had supposedly made a fewdays ago, she stayed curled up against the corner of the couch available in hisstudio (or some other person’s. she wasn’t really sure but if there wasanything, anything, she was sureabout, Yoongi had spent most of his days in this room). Leaning her headsideways against the top of the couch, the corners of her lips twitched upwardsin amusement in watching the male.

“Even if you find the song and decide to letme hear, I’m not exactly the best person to be listening to it,” Seulgi mumbledin a bored tone. She had no interest in music, sure, she listened to some musicbut it was usually when she was studying. Some eight hour long music with nolyrics that was arranged together to help anyone focus on their work orstudies. Stretching her legs out in front of her, she let her arms stretch outbefore dropping them on each of her knees.