* 𝒔𝒏𝒂𝒌𝒆/𝘚𝘒𝘐𝘕

  hello, loves! my names jo, and as dallyeog’s self proclaimed number one fan i’m absolutely ecstatic to be here and write with you all! i’m 22, go by they/them because i’m not a person but merely a concept that exists in your minds, and operate on gmt-8/pst ( though rest assured i’m a class a degenerate and usually always awake regardless ). i don’t 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 don’t mind giving it out regardless !

      ━ ♡ 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 they’re 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. 

i have her stats and 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 you’ll find info on our resident february baby!! 

⋆ ┈   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 didn’t deserve it, didn’t deserve any of it. she knew it then and she knows it now. 

     it didn’t 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. 

     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 doesn’t protest. “hey,” 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. “we should talk.” 

⋆ ┈   there were a number of things she’d 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 wasn’t 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. 

     “step back,” she grunted, straining to make it seem as if she weren’t absolutely afraid of what was going to happen next. to her knowledge no one was around to hear her scream. “your breath stinks. i don’t want to smell it.” she presses her back against the cold wall, suppressing a shiver in hopes that they wouldn’t take it as one of fear. 

     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 didn’t 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 ) didn’t have any pockets and her bag was far too small to contain that and her phone, keys, and wallet. still. it wasn’t her fault. 

𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒂 𝒔𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒄𝒉 𝒇𝒍𝒊𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒅     ( ⋆ @y2poppy​​ liked this post for a starter: no longer accepting ! )

    ⋆ ┈ its the final verse to this lovesick song that she likes so much, didn’t 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. she’s 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 didn’t 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 poppy’s singing without acting as if it irritated her too much. 

     as soon as the blonde’s 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 didn’t expect, though, was to be caught. 

📂 ––

it was way too late for fuyuko, usually she would be long asleep at this time – as her age was tearing her down slowly if she wouldn’t – however, that night was different. tossing and turning, thoughts running wild over some case she didn’t quite solve, not finding out enough information, not reaching the goal she had set for herself. with a heavy 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. 

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 – it certainly wasn’t 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. 

there went her loneliness. fuyuko wasn’t sure if she should say anything or just mind her own business, however it seemed rather weird to just … 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. “evening. i’m detective ito. what are you doing?”, she asked. in her mind, it seemed obvious that she was joking, after all, she wasn’t part of the police and certainly didn’t 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 didn’t seem like a dangerous image to her. 

⋆ ┈   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 she’d already been caught red handed. there was no escape now. 

     “i was only enjoying the evening, detective,” the last part comes out much more mocking than she intended, but tacks on an innocent smile to blunt the blow. “come here to do the same?” 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. 

Baby me

Starter for: @grayhaneul​

Hyun’s 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 floor…the saddest part was that it wasn’t 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 didn’t 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.

“Haneul…” Was all what Hyun said or more like whined once his eyes landed on his neighbor,  his left cheek still warm and stinging from his fall. “Haneulie …” 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. “This is nice” He offered her a bunny-like smile as he spoke. “How was your day Haneulie?” He asked asked still in the same position, holding her hand close to his cheeks.

 ⋆ ┈   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 couldn’t 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.

     before she could greet him properly, a whine she was all too familiar with interrupted her, and almost immediately her demeanor changed. “oh, no, hyun. what happened?” 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. “rough day at work?” she asked knowingly, and adjusts her hand to better cup his face. 

Soojin couldn’t help the flinch once the other unintentionally gave her a rude reply. She remember how things was on her high school and she couldn’t 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 wasn’t going to hurt her. She shrug. “A-Authors b-block” she replied to the other girl.

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   ⋆ ┈   it came as an afterthought, how she didn’t initially recognize the girl despite knowing nearly everyone in the complexes. “right, sorry. what was your name, again? i’m haneul. complex one. new here?” she helps herself to a seat across the stranger, figuring any form of distraction was welcomed than wallowing in any form of self pity. 

     though the other’s expression looked something like a wounded animal’s, 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. 

🌸           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. it was such an unfair existence, honestly. in poppy’s 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 – come on, the taemin thing? how embarrassing. ( wait. well, she felt sort of conflicted. no, it hadn’t been her proudest moment, but after having bought the large box … what, poppy wasn’t going to at least try? besides, she was sure that taemin would really like her. well, whatever. she wasn’t embarrassed until silly haneul went around giggling about it – it was depressing how quickly that girl could turn poppy’s world upside down in the worst ways. ) “the world does not need to hear about it. now, every time anyone hears a taemin song, they all look at me like it’s some big hilarious joke. don’t you have any sympathy? there’s gotta be a heart somewhere in there, right?”

and she’s really only half kidding. it’s 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 wasn’t sure why her metaphors were getting mixed up, but she couldn’t 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. “i would not hurt myself. at least, i wouldn’t try to.” 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. “okay, how come your closet is bigger than mine? you’re in cahoots with the landlord, aren’t you?” 

“i must have gotten lost, because here i am in hell with satan in heels by my side.” she shook her head, frowning. truly, what an unfair existence. “what’s so wrong with being an ant, anyway? they’re really strong for being so small and, you know what, i’m going to take that as a compliment. thank you, haneul.” 

   ⋆ ┈   “my heart ate itself in the womb. isn’t that a thing that happens, or something?” 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, it’ll make for a good story somewhere along the road. “who knows, maybe the story would travel and make its way to taemin himself. then he’d be so endeared that he’ll come looking for you. technically, i did you a favor.” 

      even she, herself, wasn’t 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, she’s tired of spending another night alone, and maybe poppy was a little more funny than annoying today. just today, though. tomorrow she’ll have the strength to be mean again. “that’s exactly what i mean. you wouldn’t mean to hurt yourself, but you would regardless. and i really don’t have time to drive you to the hospital. so either sit down or go boil the pasta.” she waves a hand to one of the cabinets. “pots are in there.” 

    ⋆ ┈  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 didn’t 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,  almost as if it were confused as to why she were behaving like this. 

     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 it’s 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. 

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 wasn’t good with math. 

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.

“I-I’m s-sorry. Y-You can s-sit” she said gesturing to the other sit with her. “I-I won’t b-bother y-you”.

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    ⋆ ┈  her thumbs moved at such record speed, you’d 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.

     ‘and another thing! it’s not fair that you...’ she continued on her mobile tirade, getting every last bit of venom out in hurtful words and things she doesn’t really mean. it’s when she ends the argument with one last stab to the heart, and as her thumb hovers over the “send” 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 she’ll be brave enough to stand up for herself. 

OUTGOING MESSAGE TO : ????????????        ( OPEN STARTER TO ALL !  )

   [ SMS ]  :  hiiiiii….. would you be amazing and do me a biiiiig favor….. (◕︵◕)    [ SMS ]  :  i’ll pay you somehow…..!!!!

new snap :: from choi taeyoung

taeddy🧸  i swear if you hear anything involving a dance studio, it wasn’t me taeddy🧸  i am nothing short of an angel and would do absolutely nothing taeddy🧸  …..anyway, are you up for some fun? my definition of fun: being anywhere but here taeddy🧸  i’ll pay if we end up buying anything? just need a distraction i guess???

     ⋆ ┈ 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 didn’t 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. 

     of all the regrets she could ever name, yunah was one, though she’d 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 she’d think, briefly, of her parents and their strange, concise letters only to reply of her auntie and cheon yunah, the family she chose. 

     they parted the way haneul thought would be the least painful, though it didn’t stop the sharp ache in her chest whenever she’s 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 won’t touch it, where in her mind this was the only way to say goodbye. 

she never would have thought, or bothered to calculate longitude or latitude or fate or coincidence or the universe and it’s 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. 

𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒘𝒆'𝒓𝒆 𝒅𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅 𝒂𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒆        ⋆  ft. @fvyvko​ ⋆ ┈ she doesn’t 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. she’s starting to catch sight of the poorly discarded cigarette butts she’s 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 wouldn’t remember a thing once the sun rises. she inhales deeply from within, has to remind herself breathe out, too. 

the modeling industry was glitz and glamour, done so strategically to romanticize the good and sweep away the bad. she’s 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. you’re no fun, they say, you’re too tense. stop thinking about him. come on out, come play. 

come out and play. 

she has an awful habit of biting off more than she can chew. it’s 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 shouldn’t have drank this much. she shouldn’t have opened that baggy. she shouldn’t have left the door unlocked. 

🌸      A “please don’t flatter yourself. it’s not like i was snooping. i came to bring you back that handbag i stol – borrowed.” poppy’s brown eyes widened as she almost blurted out the truth behind her pretty little lie. “and there you were, just … you know, all out there.” she tried her best to gesture, but found it came up a little short. “i wasn’t trying to see what i saw, it just kind of happened. i never would have said a word about it, either, if you hadn’t gone around and told everyone that i tried to mail myself to taemin from shinee.” she pouted.

“a k-knife?” poppy stammers. “i probably shouldn’t trust you with one – hm, you probably shouldn’t trust me with one either, but here you go.” the girl hands over the object ( read: weapon ) in mention. “no, hold the poison this time. oh, cool!” she tries her best not to sound too too excited, but han was the type of girl she always wished she could be. that’s where a lot of her animosity towards the other girl stemmed from; this would be like a little science experiment … how close could she get without getting too close. “i could look for it while you chop?”

 ⋆ ┈ she arched a neat eyebrow at poppy’s slip up, but chooses not to comment on it any further. at the very least, she thought, poppy’s 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 if  haneul cared for material things. bags were replaceable; oftentimes stylists would let her keep one or borrow the products advertised. she’d even lend them to poppy if she’d 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 she’s making busy with the items in front of her to sure the other couldn’t see. as annoying as poppy, she could often be endearing without trying. “as if i could keep something as embarrassing as that to myself. the world deserves to hear about it. you can’t be selfish and keep the laughs all to yourself.” 

     “i don’t trust you with a knife solely on the fact that you’d end up hurting yourself before you tried anything on me.” 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. “sure, go ahead. should be somewhere in the little closet by the dining room.” and that by far might have been the nicest thing she’d ever say to the little blonde. it’d 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 it’s axis. 

open starter : laundry area.

          »» THE KOREAN WORDS written in the washing machine made no sense to him, even though he’d studied hard for more than a year now. it was the first time he was using dallyeog’s laundry area, since in usual days, he’d 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 that  — 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. “excuse me.”, he began with a perfect accent ( in his humble opinion ) and a smile. “i’m nate, your neighbor. would you mind helping me with the washing machine? i’m afraid i don’t understand how it works.”

  ⋆ ┈ it’d 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 4′s 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. 

     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. she’d 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. he’s cute. and she’s an idiot.