Β hello, loves! my names jo, and as dallyeogβs self proclaimed number one fan iβm absolutely ecstatic to be here and write with you all! iβm 22, go by they/them because iβm not a person but merely a concept that exists in your minds, and operate on gmt-8/pst ( though rest assured iβm a class a degenerate and usually always awake regardless ). i donβt mind winging things at all but am a sucker for plotting and whatnot ( give me angst and enemies and partners in crime pls n thx ) i prefer talking over on tumblr ims because i lose track of disco so easily its...embarrassing but i donβt mind giving it out regardless !
Β Β Β Β β β‘ guess the 24 YEAR OLD FEBRUARY baby just arrived to dallyeog! it makes sense, because SHIM HANEUL is just as HOPEFUL as the month of FEBRUARY. wait, why do they remind me of JENNIE KIM? beyond that, they seemed ALTRUISTIC and GREGARIOUS upon first glance. i heard someone say theyβre sort of DETACHED and IMPULSIVE though. i hope they get acquainted here in APARTMENT # 2 / FLOOR 2; they seem to have a lot going on with HER job as A MODEL.Β
i have herΒ statsΒ andΒ plots pages up! came super prepared because of how excited i am to get the ball rolling( though her bio is still a wip ). so without further ado, below the cut youβll find info on our resident february baby!!Β
βοΈ background !
β she was born in a very small province called yagan-gu, which many people donβt believe to be a real place because of all the strange rumors surround it. it is mainly known as the town frozen in time due to itβs geographical coordinates over a magnetic field that renders most electronics as useless like televisions, computers, phones, and cameras. especially cameras. radios are the only items to work there, strangely enough.
β why people still continue to live there, no one knows. residents hardly ever leave and those who do never come back.Β
β her parents honestly love it there and donβt intend on leaving any time soon, but her auntie who lived in seoul offered to take haneul in so that she could go to school and university in the city
β at first reluctant to part with their only daughter, they decided to send her off for the sake of her future much to her disapproval. han was absolutely livid and wanted to stay with her parents.Β
β eventually she came to terms with her new living situation and came to love it. she adapted easily though took a while getting used to certain electronics. the first time she had her picture taken was an absolute trip.
β and thus her fascination with taking pictures began!! she loved visiting vintage and thrift stores bc it reminded her of home so sheβd buy a bunch of old film cameras and camcorders and filmed everything and anythingΒ
β her auntie noticed this and asked her if she wanted to be a model, to which the impressionable young girl obviously said yes to. neither of them bothered asking permission from her parents since snail mail would take too long and she knew theyβd disapprove since they sent her there to study notΒ βplay aroundβΒ
β so at the age of 16 she was signed to an agency and kick started her career as a model for small, local businesses. she didnβt start doing editorial stuff until her second year of university at korea national university of arts and progressively got into bigger projectsΒ
β got to the point where she made enough money to move out on her home and thatβs how she ended up at dallyeog! sheβs been here for a couple of years now and honestly no matter rich or poor sheβd do anything to stay here!!!
βοΈ personality !
β her birthdays on valentines day ( yes i know but listen!! how could i resist!! ) and has developed a complex over it because people get her weird valentine themed stuff as gifts constantly when thats. not her jam. please get her socks for her bday. she wouldnβt mind roses either. but just a heart shaped box of chocolates? come on.Β
β an aquarius sun, cancer moon, pisces rising. yes u heard it here folks shes: a mess.Β
β from her aquarius sun comes her individuality, ambition, constant need to daydream, and desire for having a ton of friends. however this is also where she gets her emotional detachability with others, her moodiness, and stubbornness lmfaooooΒ
β but her MOON AND ASCENDING SIGNS?? DOUBLE WATER?? the chaos. the constant emotional turmoil. is it too much to unpack in this intro post? honestly: yes. letβs just say she overthinks everything, can be emotionally manipulative, and has a victim complex. cries alone in the dark listening to sza and lorde and mitski.Β
β but i mean aside from her emotional baggage!! sheβs a great friend and is always up for a good time. wanna go bar hopping at 2 am? wanna skinny dip at the beach? go throw eggs at your exeβs place? she is a ride or die!! just donβt ask how sheβs doing sheβll either change the subject or burst into tears then and thereΒ
β like the month of february her presence can be a little icy if she decides she doesnβt like you. prone to ghosting and although her time with you could be the best, the second she decides something is wrong youβll never hear from her again.Β
βοΈΒ plot bunnies !
these are just ones taken from my plots page but there are tons more on that page if none of these catch your eye!
β a best friend :( maybe someone who is opposite of her? someone sweet and too loving, who balances her out and truly is her only exception. and im talking they have the keys to each others places, they constantly have sleep overs, and tbh you hardly see one without the other
β exes, as in you two were good but sheβs an emotional mess that hasnβt figured her shit out just yet and hurt you pretty badly and it pisses you off how she tries to act as if nothing even happenedΒ Β
βΒ something scandalous, like she knows something she shouldnt about your muse?? and its like borderline blackmail at how hard youβre making sure she doesnβt spill anything
β youβre the too innocent little gem and sheβs hell bent on showing you the wilder side of life.Β
β you two act civil in public but between closed doors you hate each otherβs guts, whether it be she wronged you or youβve done something as non trivial as accidentally closed the lobby door in her face and youβve been on her shit list since.
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β β Β this was a bad idea, even she were of sound mind enough to know that. still, when it came to yohan, a part of her wanted to keep making mistakes, keep pushing him to the depths, to show him she were flawed and horrible and not at all the person she made him believe she was. he didnβt deserve it, didnβt deserve any of it. she knew it then and she knows it now.Β
Β Β Β it didnβt take long for him to arrive. time went fast while she tried to gather her scattered thoughts, half due to the wine she drank before slinking over to his building, half from her utter lack of grace.Β
Β Β Β she reached her arm out, ever so slightly, catching hold of his jacket rather than his hand. she tugged at him, knowing he was probably stubborn enough to want to keep the distance between them, to which she doesnβt protest.Β βhey,β she said, and wondered if he could see the flush of her cheeks from the dim lights in the hallway, or the way she had a hard time keeping herself upright without the support of the doorframe.Β βwe should talk.βΒ
Β Β Β saying goodbyes were hard. thatβs why she never gave him a proper one. when he ended things, she merely agreed and went on about things as if she were unperturbed. keeping up appearances meant more to her than closure, so she doesnβt tell him the things he deserved to hear. then they crossed paths again, two different people whose hearts grown from their younger years, and still he couldnβt fill the ever present void in hers. it was equally as hard to say hello, too, after all. she loved him, still does, but not in the way he loved her.Β
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β β Β there were a number of things sheβd have blamed first before herself: the time, the place, the irrational temperament of the group who currently had her cornered in an alleyway a little ways off where she was supposed to meet dael. that and the chauvinistic display of masculinity they decided to impose upon a passing haneul, wolf whistling and commenting on her backside. it most definitely wasnβt her fault for retaliating, though she knew the smooth brained assailants would probably find amusement in her words rather than enlightenment. then she made a comment about the balding one and suddenly she was out of line.Β
Β Β Β βstep back,β she grunted, straining to make it seem as if she werenβt absolutely afraid of what was going to happen next. to her knowledge no one was around to hear her scream.Β βyour breath stinks. i donβt want to smell it.β she presses her back against the cold wall, suppressing a shiver in hopes that they wouldnβt take it as one of fear.Β
Β Β Β there were many ways this could end: most of which were not in her favor. best case scenario, she gets beat up. worst case... she didnβt even want to entertain the thought. curse her for choosing one of her tinier hand bags, today of all days. she could distinctly remember the moment before she left for work this morning: contemplating on hiding her pepper spray elsewhere, but her outfit ( no matter how cute ) didnβt have any pockets and her bag was far too small to contain that and her phone, keys, and wallet. still. it wasnβt her fault.Β
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Β Β β β its the final verse to this lovesick song that she likes so much, didnβt know it beforehand but almost instantly downloaded it the moment poppy finished singing it. she figured what with her budding alcoholism and constant yearn to both be alone and with someone, the star lounge was the best place to be, despite her current standing with the girl under the spotlight. pretty poppy with her sultry words and infectious melodies. sheβs nursing a glass of something someone else bought her who long since abandoned their attempts at striking a conversation from her lack of a response. haneul needed attention but hated it, wanted company but didnβt want to talk, so she found solace in the dim lighting, opting to be another face in the crowd. at least here she can openly appreciate poppyβs singing without acting as if it irritated her too much.Β
Β Β Β as soon as the blondeβs performance was over, haneul lazily clapped from her spot on the bar stool, turning away before any stray light could catch her face. it was somewhat comforting, being anonymous like this. what she didnβt expect, though, was to be caught.Β
Β Β Β βoh,β she sighed, blinking a few times at the other.Β βdidnβt, uh, expect to see you here.βΒ
it was way too late for fuyuko, usually she would be long asleep at this time β as her age was tearing her down slowly if she wouldnβt β however, that night was different. tossing and turning, thoughts running wild over some case she didnβt quite solve, not finding out enough information, not reaching the goal she had set for herself. with a heavyΒ sigh and a cup of coffee in her hands, she made her way up the final staircase, knowing it would lead her to the rooftop.Β
the door was heavy as she pushed it open, the structure giving off a deep creaking noise. she closed her eyes as she took a deep breath of what she had thought would be welcoming and refreshing cold, fresh air, but she was hit with something else. she immediately recognized the smell β it certainly wasnβt her cup of coffee. with her brows raised, she let the door creak shut behind her as she turned her head just to reveal a figure standing in the darkness, basically surrounded by a cloud of smoke.Β
there went her loneliness. fuyuko wasnβt sure if she should say anything or just mind her own business, however it seemed rather weird to just β¦ exist next to each other without saying a word. she decided it was time to amuse herself, clicking her tongue. with a few struts, she was standing next to the other female, tilting her head a little.Β βevening. iβm detective ito. what are you doing?β, she asked. in her mind, it seemed obvious that she was joking, after all, she wasnβt part of the police and certainly didnβt look like it, plus herself being clothed in half her pajamas and being outside on the rooftop in the middle of the night with a cup of coffee didnβt seem like a dangerous image to her.Β
β β Β too in tuned with the quiet hum of the half empty streets below them, distant purrs of engines passing as fast as they arrived, she gave a delayed response at the sudden voice behind her. she turns, unabashed by the blunt between her fingers, until the word detective registers. fuck. the thought of smothering its burn against the palm of her hands crosses her mind, but she knew her manager would have a fit at the burn mark, and sheβd already been caught red handed. there was no escape now.Β
Β Β Β βi was only enjoying the evening, detective,β the last part comes out much more mocking than she intended, but tacks on an innocent smile to blunt the blow.Β βcome here to do the same?β it makes sense to her, having found comfort on the rooftops rather than her own bedroom. despite the high ceilings she feels like a goldfish trapped in a bowl, the same four walls a cage rather than a safe space. should she ever find herself too isolated, at the very least she could have the stars for company.Β
Β Β Β βgreat minds think alike, yeah?β she wiggles fingers at the other.Β βwant a hit?β sheβs being polite, of course. thereβs only so much teasing she could do before she gets into any real trouble, her coy nature only going so far.Β βitβll probably help with whateverβs keeping you up, too. otherwise youβd be asleep, right?βΒ Β
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Hyunβs job was supposed to be a cool job, daring with all those fights and stunts yet the most un-cool thing had appened that day during one of his stunts when he ended upfalling face straight into the floorβ¦the saddest part was that it wasnβt even part of the stunt, Hyun simply tripped and ended up hugging the asfalt making him a pouty mess after leaving the filming location and that pout didnβt leave his face on the way home. His head was facing the floor as he walked around on his way home yet his walk stopped when he came across a familiar face.
βHaneulβ¦β Was all what Hyun said or more like whined once his eyes landed on his neighbor,Β his left cheek still warm and stinging from his fall. βHaneulie β¦β He whined once again once he was closer to her, a pout full on display on his lips as he sat down next to her before taking her hand in his and placing it over his cheek. A sigh of relief leaving his chest as he felt relieve from the cool of her hands in contrast to the warmness of his cheek.Β βThis is niceβ He offered her a bunny-like smile as he spoke.Β βHow was your day Haneulie?β He asked asked still in the same position, holding her hand close to his cheeks.
Β β β Β work had been work, regardless of how much she adored her job. still, the muscles on her shoulders ached from holding uncomfortable positions for so long, and the tips of her toes hurt from the pinchy shoes they put her in. no matter how luxurious the brands were, they still couldnβt afford a genius to invent something both aesthetically pleasing and comfortable. she decided on a comfortable looking bench to rest on, lost in thought as she mindlessly massaged at her shoulders. the sound of her name piques her interest, and the sight of hyunjin elicits a soft smile.
Β Β Β before she could greet him properly, a whine she was all too familiar with interrupted her, and almost immediately her demeanor changed.Β βoh, no, hyun. what happened?β she let him take her hand, too concerned to make a move to stop him. she squints at his cheek, trying to get a good look at the wound before frowning.Β βrough day at work?β she asked knowingly, and adjusts her hand to better cup his face.Β
Β Β Β βmy day was...alright. better now that youβre here.β she scrunched her nose at his boyish grin, endearing to her the way one would feel about a younger sibling.Β βnow tell me what happened. if you got into a fight iβll scold you, though.βΒ
Soojin couldnβt help the flinch once the other unintentionally gave her a rude reply. She remember how things was on her high school and she couldnβt help the shudder on her spine while the memories were dancing around the flashback. She swallow focusing on the other girl talking to her again and she became more calm once the other explained and she nodded with a small smile, trying to calm herself. She wasnβt going to hurt her. She shrug.Β βA-Authors b-blockβ she replied to the other girl.
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Β Β β βΒ Β it came as an afterthought, how she didnβt initially recognize the girl despite knowing nearly everyone in the complexes.Β βright, sorry. what was your name, again? iβm haneul. complex one. new here?β she helps herself to a seat across the stranger, figuring any form of distraction was welcomed than wallowing in any form of self pity.Β
Β Β Β though the otherβs expression looked something like a wounded animalβs, and a wave of guilt rolled over here. she tries, no matter how hard it might be, to appear a bit softer, a bit more palatable.Β
πΈ Β Β Β Β Β OF COURSE NOW, HANEUL HAD THAT, TOO. in the constant tennis match between these two, the early predictions seemed to show that, as always, haneul would come out on top. ugh.Β it was such an unfair existence, honestly. in poppyβs eyes, haneul was the golden girl that had it all. in comparison, she felt like the clumsiest, clunkiest person to ever exist and, of course, now haneul knew too much β come on, the taemin thing? how embarrassing. ( wait. well, she felt sort of conflicted. no, it hadnβt been her proudest moment, but after having bought the large box β¦ what, poppy wasnβt going to at least try? besides, she was sure that taemin would really like her. well, whatever. she wasnβt embarrassed until silly haneul went around giggling about it β it was depressing how quickly that girl could turn poppyβs world upside down in the worst ways. )Β βthe world does not need to hear about it. now, every time anyone hears a taemin song, they all look at me like itβs some big hilarious joke. donβt you have any sympathy? thereβs gotta be a heart somewhere in there, right?β
and sheβs really only half kidding. itβs hard for poppy to differentiate real, cutting insults from silly snark with haneul because the other girl was just so good at hiding her emotions under some cloak like a sort of magician. poppy wasnβt sure why her metaphors were getting mixed up, but she couldnβt help it. was haneul being nice? why was poppy even allowed into this apartment? if the two were partaking in psychological warfare, haneul was winning because poppy was turning around in circles, chasing her own tail but to no avail.Β βi would not hurt myself. at least, i wouldnβt try to.β she offered before hearing the directions and heading on her way. however, it took her a little too long to find exactly what han probably needed and she let out an irritated huff.Β βokay, how come your closet is bigger than mine? youβre in cahoots with the landlord, arenβt you?βΒ
βi must have gotten lost, because here i am in hell with satan in heels by my side.β she shook her head, frowning. truly, what an unfair existence.Β βwhatβs so wrong with being an ant, anyway? theyβre really strong for being so small and, you know what, iβm going to take that as a compliment. thank you, haneul.βΒ
Β Β β β Β βmy heart ate itself in the womb. isnβt that a thing that happens, or something?β it was always easier to put up this front than display any form of authenticity: haneul preferred acting on the perceptions of her rather than being herself. if poppy wanted her to be the heartless villain in her story then so be it, itβll make for a good story somewhere along the road.Β βwho knows, maybe the story would travel and make its way to taemin himself. then heβd be so endeared that heβll come looking for you. technically, i did you a favor.βΒ
Β Β Β even she, herself, wasnβt too sure as to what was happening between them, if they were friends or if she offered to make dinner for her because her solitude had driven her to the edge of insanity, looking for company where hers was most definitely not wanted by the other. still, haneul thinks, sheβs tired of spending another night alone, and maybe poppy was a little more funny than annoying today. just today, though. tomorrow sheβll have the strength to be mean again.Β βthatβs exactly what i mean. you wouldnβt mean to hurt yourself, but you would regardless. and i really donβt have time to drive you to the hospital. so either sit down or go boil the pasta.β she waves a hand to one of the cabinets.Β βpots are in there.βΒ
Β Β Β haneul turns on her heel then, meeting eyes with the other for a second.Β βalright, fine then. you being an ant is a compliment. the same way you calling me the devil is.β she smiles, goes to fix a stray hair on the other before turning back and uncorking the bottle of wine. she poured the two of then a generous amount, clinking their glasses together before taking a long sip of hers.Β
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Β Β β β Β mornings are often greeted with the same comforting scenery: dust filtering through the rays of sun that peeked through half open blinds, lumps of pillows and blankets swathed around the too big for one person bed, a digital alarm clock whose glaring white numbers were always five minutes behind, no matter how many times she swore she fixed it. today, she was greeted with what she thought was a pleasantly soft pillow. instinctively she cuddled closer, rubbing her face deeper into the plush texture, ready to drift off for a second round of sleep. until it moved. her eyes shot open and she was more than horrified to find another pair staring back at her. she screamed, tried to jump off her bed but was far too tangled in her own blankets to do so gracefully. instead she fell off the mattress completely. she didnβt have time to whine over her bruised tailbone, instead kicking off her sheets and backing herself into the other corner of her room. the little animal blinked at her curiously,Β almost as if it were confused as to why she were behaving like this.Β
Β Β Β the little face, no matter how cute, struck a nerve as soon as she registered where she recognized it from. she squinted at the little creature, but the moment it made a little tilt of itβs head she screamed once again and charged straight through her front door, slamming it shut as she stomped on over to the tenant two doors down.Β
Β Β Β βgunwoo,β she said between gritted teeth.Β βtell me why in the fuck your ferret is in my apartment and not in yours!β
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Soojin stared blank at the paper in front of her. Why the songwritting process was always a hard one? She was having so much inspiration earlier and now here is she staring at it like it was a big mathematic problem to do. And she wasnβt good with math.Β
She sigh in frustration and let the pencil on her hands fall on the piece of paper and took another sip of the cocoa on her hands. A pair of a silhouette caught her attention and she look up to see the other and she took her things.
βI-Iβm s-sorry. Y-You can s-sitβ she said gesturing to the other sit with her.Β βI-I wonβt b-bother y-youβ.
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Β Β β β Β her thumbs moved at such record speed, youβd have thought she were nearly motionless. she had both unbridled anger and two iced americanos to thank, one feeding into the other. both were a dangerous combination when mixed with haneul, volatile when provoked. which were usually saved for rare occasions.
Β Β Β βand another thing! itβs not fair that you...β she continued on her mobile tirade, getting every last bit of venom out in hurtful words and things she doesnβt really mean. itβs when she ends the argument with one last stab to the heart, and as her thumb hovers over theΒ βsendβ button does she falter. guilt and revolt at the blatant display of messy emotions dropped on her shoulders, and rather than fuel fire to the flame, she erased everything and tossed her phone into her handbag before releasing a frustrated sigh. perhaps one day sheβll be brave enough to stand up for herself.Β
Β Β Β the look on her face must have been something else, considering the girl in front of her was sent into a stutter of apologies.Β βno,β she started, but it came out harsher than intended. haneul paused and tried again.Β βno, youβre fine. you werenβt bothering me or anything. um, are you okay, though? you look....troubled.βΒ
taeddyπ§ΈΒ i swear if you hear anything involving a dance studio, it wasnβt me
taeddyπ§Έ Β i am nothing short of an angel and would do absolutely nothing
taeddyπ§Έ Β β¦..anyway, are you up for some fun? my definition of fun: being anywhere but here
taeddyπ§Έ Β iβll pay if we end up buying anything? just need a distraction i guess???
ππΌππππ β : hear it WHERE?? in the news??Β
ππΌππππ β : tae what did you do.....
ππΌππππ β : i readΒ βiβll payβ and iβm sold.Β
ππΌππππ β : what do you need a distraction from, though?? are you hiding from the cops??Β
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Β Β Β β β she used to think the world was small, limited to only yagan-gu and the forests surrounding it that acted like a barrier to keep them all in and make sure no one were to ever leave. then she went to seoul and realized that things are often quite too big to ever dwell on the small things. it didnβt help much that she never could quite distinguish what was little, and what was too important to let go of. she was malleable to the wind, unresponsive to catalysts, only goes with the gust, even during a hurricane.Β
Β Β Β of all the regrets she could ever name, yunah was one, though sheβd never tell it to anyone. no, no one could ever keep her secrets the way yunah did, tucked under the covers in matching pajama sets her auntie gave them, in the midst of sleepovers and playdates that would drag on and on because neither could bear to part with the other. they were both one half to a whole, did not complete but compliment. if you asked haneul what family meant to her sheβd think, briefly, of her parents and their strange, concise letters only to reply of her auntie and cheon yunah, the family she chose.Β
Β Β Β they parted the way haneul thought would be the least painful, though it didnβt stop the sharp ache in her chest whenever sheβs digging around her drawers for her favorite dior lipstick only to find the bracelet she made her a year before she up and left. she takes the bracelet and the memory and shove it away where her emotions wonβt touch it, where in her mind this was the only way to say goodbye.Β
she never would have thought, or bothered to calculate longitude or latitude or fate or coincidence or the universe and itβs penchant for sick, twisted jokes, to bring them together like this: dusk blanketed everything in a dreamy orange and the aged lamps flickered on in their hazy yellow lights and yunah stood several paces in front of her looking as beautiful and broken as the last time she saw her.Β
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β β she doesnβt know how she ended up here, on the same lonely rooftop, the very one that has become both solace and an echo chamber of the same somber thoughts. her forehead was resting on her arm, head level with the railing. sheβs starting to catch sight of the poorly discarded cigarette butts sheβs failed to discard properly. she made a mental note to wake up early and tidy up before anyone could see, could point the finger directly at her, but she knew in her current state she wouldnβt remember a thing once the sun rises. she inhales deeply from within, has to remind herself breathe out, too.Β
the modeling industry was glitz and glamour, done so strategically to romanticize the good and sweep away the bad. sheβs got friends in all the right places, all the wrong places, all the in between places. they slip her a baggy, tell her to let loose for the night. youβre no fun, they say, youβre too tense. stop thinking about him. come on out, come play.Β
come out and play.Β
she has an awful habit of biting off more than she can chew. itβs that way for work and for partying and for love. what was this venture but another distraction in a guise for a cry for help? too bad she never lets anyone close enough to actually hear. loneliness was both a comfort and a curse. she was safe this way, but at the cost of wishing she were good enough to be fought for. fuck. she really shouldnβt have drank this much. she shouldnβt have opened that baggy. she shouldnβt have left the door unlocked.Β
she knows she should be in her room, should be drinking water and sleeping with the trash can by her bedside, but there wasnβt enough air in there. not like here, on the roof, under the stars. she doesnβt hear the door creak open, doesnβt hear another person approach her. all she hears is the whistle of the wind in her ear and the sound of her heartbeat, slow and steady.Β
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πΈ Β Β Β AΒ βplease donβt flatter yourself. itβs not like i was snooping. i came to bring you back that handbag i stol β borrowed.β poppyβs brown eyes widened as she almost blurted out the truth behind her pretty little lie.Β βand there you were, just β¦ you know, all out there.β she tried her best to gesture, but found it came up a little short.Β βi wasnβt trying to see what i saw, it just kind of happened. i never would have said a word about it, either, if you hadnβt gone around and told everyone that i tried to mail myself to taemin from shinee.β she pouted.
βa k-knife?β poppy stammers. βi probably shouldnβt trust you with one β hm, you probably shouldnβt trust me with one either, but here you go.β the girl hands over the object ( read: weapon ) in mention. βno, hold the poison this time. oh, cool!β she tries her best not to sound too too excited, but han was the type of girl she always wished she could be. thatβs where a lot of her animosity towards the other girl stemmed from; this would be like a little science experiment β¦ how close could she get without getting too close. βi could look for it while you chop?β
Β β β she arched a neat eyebrow at poppyβs slip up, but chooses not to comment on it any further. at the very least, she thought, poppyβs size often conflicts against her emotions. despite being so small she feels so much. like tinkerbell. she thought the guilt might have eaten her alive for doing something as frivolous as stealing. as ifΒ haneul cared for material things. bags were replaceable; oftentimes stylists would let her keep one or borrow the products advertised. sheβd even lend them to poppy if sheβd ask, but haneul would much rather revel in the fact that the other looks at her belongings with envy. a fond smile curves her lips, but sheβs making busy with the items in front of her to sure the other couldnβt see. as annoying as poppy, she could often be endearing without trying.Β βas if i could keep something as embarrassing as that to myself. the world deserves to hear about it. you canβt be selfish and keep the laughs all to yourself.βΒ
Β Β Β βi donβt trust you with a knife solely on the fact that youβd end up hurting yourself before you tried anything on me.β she fully turned to face the other, locking her in a serious look, though void of anything malicious or ill intent. she studied the way the other looked standing there, as if she had a secret on the tip of her tongue. instead of saying anything, she relents, and goes back to her work.Β βsure, go ahead. should be somewhere in the little closet by the dining room.β and that by far might have been the nicest thing sheβd ever say to the little blonde. itβd be mindful for her not to make a habit of this: going soft and lenient would most definitely ruin her reputation around these parts, and should rumors circulate that haneul sometimes smiles while poppy was around then she was quite positive the world might stop spinning on itβs axis.Β
Β Β Β she doesnβt know how long she was lost in her thoughts for. it was when all her ingredients were chopped and ready to go into the pan did she realize poppy still wasnβt back.Β βare you good? did you get lost? downside to being the size of an ant, huh?β
     »» THE KOREAN WORDS written in the washing machine made no sense to him, even though heβd studied hard for more than a year now. it was the first time he was using dallyeogβs laundry area, since in usual days, heβd take them to another place. furrowing his eyebrows at the hangul, he took a deep breath before doing the only thing he could in a situation like thatΒ β approach the only other person in the laundry area, who was waiting for their laundry to be ready. he took a quick glance at them before approaching, internally gathering some confidence to do so. βexcuse me.β, he began with a perfect accent ( in his humble opinion ) and a smile.Β βiβm nate, your neighbor. would you mind helping me with the washing machine? iβm afraid i donβt understand how it works.β
Β β β itβd taken much internal arguing to get her to leave the couch today, priorities of having to watch the latest drama with the dreamiest actors coming before basic human needs. still, the thought of going one day without maintaining her strict skincare regime and the repercussions of ignoring her serums was enough to rouse her into productivity, no matter how reluctant and sluggish she executed said errands with. it was when she was a clay mask and coconut oil drenched bun deep did she think to do the horrifying pile of laundry spilling out of her hamper. she even went out of her way to dart over to complex 4β²s machines, not wanting anyone in her building to see her in such a state of disarray, not when the clay mask was accentuating her pores like this.Β
Β Β Β at the sound of someone else arriving she risks the possibility of coming off as rude by refusing to acknowledge them, fear anchoring her in her spot as she tried to hide her face by ducking on her phone. its when he speaks does her heart drop to the floor. sheβd wrinkle her brow and frown in defeat but her facial muscles were held hostage under the mask. she turns slowly, blinking twice with the permanent stoic expression etched on her features. fuck. it was the new guy. fuck. heβs cute. and sheβs an idiot.Β
Β Β Β βright, yeah. no probs.β she closes the distance, leaning over his machine to press a few buttons before shutting the little door.Β βall set! this button makes it start. this section isΒ βcolorsββ she taps a perfectly manicured finger on it twice. she thinks for a moment, debating on giving him a completely different alias altogether to save her reputation, but relents.Β βmy name is haneul. iβm actually over at complex one but i, uh, didnβt want anyone to see me like this...βΒ