ahhhhhh hi everyone, iâm dani (she/her, 21+, gmt -8) and iâm so excited to be here! iâm bringing you all goo hyemi, a girl with far too many issues to even keep track of but she means well and i swear sheâs trying her best :< i have a basic profile set up for her which you can access by clicking her name in this post and as usual, iâll be giving a run down of her under the cut. please drop a like on this post if youâd like to plot and iâll slide into your dms! discord is available upon request as well or feel free to drop yours đŤśđťÂ
alright, to kick us all off, sheâs a newcomer to the island and has only been around for the past couple of months so sheâs still meeting people and adjusting herself to island culture
goo hyemi, born december 18, 1997, making her 25 years old - an original seoul native, pure city girl at heart that honestly doesnât know very much about anything else due to her upbringing
her parents are big shots in the field of medicine and she was raised to be the same, but clearly she found another planÂ Ę (ĚâĄâ)Ę
in case her bio makes it hard to understand (iâm sorry ă ă ), she was never supposed to have been born or even conceived for that matter and her parents had danced with the idea of abortion before deciding it wouldnât be ethical and theyâd rather give birth to her
but...because of this, they feel like they have this innate ownership of her? sheâs gotta do everything they say and act how they wish and this has caused her to have a lot of bottled up issues leading to multiple mental breakdowns throughout her yearsÂ
she finally had enough though and after her last breakdown and brief hospitalization, she said fuck everything iâm leaving this family and this city
cue hyemi hopping on the literally the first mode of transport she found to take her far away and landing herself on the island with a small luggage and some cash
sheâs now found herself a job at the sunrise diner as a waitress, though sheâs not the best at getting orders correct but sheâs got this gummy smile that seems to make things okayÂ
sheâs also found herself a one bedroom apartment at the birch tree apartment complex but who knows how long she can keep paying rent for it ( â˘_â˘)
as for her personality, sheâs pretty quiet and reserved when you meet her, she really prefers being a fly on the wall and getting to understand her surroundings before she dives in but sheâs sweet and loyal, sheâs dependable - she can just get a little too stubborn for her own good sometimes
now for connection ideas!!
you always come into the diner and order the same thing and itâs been about a month straight of hyemi taking your order and for some reason, some part of it is always wrong. what the heck?
sheâs your new neighbour and everything should be fine except sometimes you swear you hear crying through the walls and youâre pretty sure itâs coming from hyemiâs direction
she tells people she moved to gwasuwon just to escape city life because itâs boring, but you donât buy the story because how is a small island going to be more exciting than a big city like seoul? youâre on a mission to dig into her past now and she isnât having it
somehow she thought she could escape her past but she crosses paths with an old âfriendâ from seoul and everything she was escaping suddenly doesnât seem so far away anymoreÂ
she got lost the first couple of weeks she was on the island and you helped her find her way out of the goodness of your heart but youâre now her designated gps (yes, thatâs literally your contact name on her phone)
she bought something at yoyoâs except whatever she bought technically should have never been there? aka you lost something, someone found it and decided to donate it to yoyos, hyemi was shopping and liked it so she bought it (ariana grande vc??) but now you see her with it and thereâs confusion because you think hyemi stole it
i canât think of anything else right now but letâs plot ي(ďźžâĄďźž)Űś
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âDohyun is more than aware that she could miss these events at this point because she knows whatâll happen. It was the same old every year without a bunch of changes. However, she found these festive events to be a great reminder of the island she lives on which is why she did her best to attend every single one.Â
This year was just a tad bit different. After discovering the note, she couldnât help but be haunted by whatever the scribbles were. While she wasnât a superstitious person, she thought it felt like a bad omen. Why else would her heart still be beating so hard? Sheâs been trying her best to keep the thoughts pushed away especially since she had a task of showing Hyemi everything she could.
âDo you see that stand over there? Thatâs where you can pick up your wish card. People say itâs useless, but I think itâs a fun tradition to have. And who knows? Your wish may very well come true!â With that, she wiggled her fingers around a bit as if she was a magician before eliciting a hearty laugh. âBut first, I think we should check out the food stalls. They ahjummas around are always great with what they come up with.â With that, she tugged a bit on Hyemiâs sleeve before rushing over to the first stand that caught her eyes.Â
the festival of wishes, an attraction hyemi couldnât bear to miss. after all, sheâs still settling in to everything around the island and although sheâs heard her fair share of stories from neighbours and frequent patrons of the diner about what this island really has to share, she canât help but feel that the stories are just that: stories. something made up to teach children a lesson or to keep people outâ she isnât so easily spooked though, at least not yet.Â
she asked dohyun to show her around the festival one day when she had bumped into the female while she was out running some errands, a simple request that she hadnât truly expected the female to follow through with. but here they are, at the centre of festivities with people walking past them left and right. her eyes fall on the aforementioned wish stand, an eyebrow cocking in curiosity. she had never been one to make many wishes, not until the past few years but that habit stopped when she realized her future is made from her own work.Â
her thoughts are cut short and daydream bubble crushed as she is brought back to reality at the slight tug of her sleeve. âhm?â she hums in response, feet automatically moving to trail dohyun as she other pulls her towards the multiple stalls of food that overwhelm her in differing scents. âwah, everything smells amazing! what do you suggest we have first? iâm trusting you since youâre the expert here.â she gently pokes the femaleâs arm with her index finger, a giggle bubbling as her eyes wander around the area.
Hyun was relieved he could help, he was running out of arguments and he still believed the wound needed professional care, so when she seemed to agreed he gave her a big and honest smile âJust think of this as avoiding an ugly scar thanks to a lovely strangerâs help, itâs a great story to tell later to your kids⌠this? oh this was going to be horrible but this awesome doctor totally nailed itâ He attempted to make her laugh with another silly joke but he was pretty sure his sense of humor was failing.
âGood at stitches? Excuse you? Iâm one of those gifted people that are great at everything they do. I donât even like medicine and I graduated top of my classâ He decides itâs time to walk in to the pharmacy, buying a little of everything he needs. Some alcohol to clean the wound and the necessary to make some nice stitches. âIf youâre worried about how it will look just relax, Iâve never had any complaints and my hand is steady as a rockâ He assured her.
There were some tables outside, tables that people used to eat ramen or whatever the place sold as food, so he used some alcohol to clean it and asked her to put her arm there. âYou want to tell me what happened here? Said something about cooking?â Distracting the patient always helped them relax so he hoped the same happened with her. âI donât think youâve told me your name, have you?â
thereâs that humour of his again, except this time she doesnât need to pretend to laugh as a genuine chuckle seeps past her pressed lips. hyemi supposes in a sea of darkness she should at least attempt to find the silver lining and if itâs avoiding what could turn into a horrendous scar she would likely use makeup to cover for the rest of her life, sheâll take it. the pros seem to outweigh the cons in this situation and thatâll be enough to quickly ease her mind about the approaching medical environment. âyouâre not entirely wrong, so iâll accept that.â she flashes the male a quick smile before raising a brow at what he says next.Â
confidence is a great aspect to have and hyemi wishes she could have even half of what the make is exuding at the moment. she can only force a smile as they enter the pharmacy, her steps slow and her body language meekâthis truly is one of the last places she wants to be, but it was either this or the local hospital and sheâd choose the lesser of two evils any day. she watches as he expertly grabs the necessary items in a blur and before she knows it, theyâre all checked out and seated on the tables outside. she doesnât question their reason for being there.Â
âmm, yeah a cooking incident. iâm not...â she pauses, blowing out some air at her bangs to move them away from her face. âiâm not the greatest at cooking. and now thatâs all youâll remember me by, hyemi, the girl that canât cook to save her life.â sheâs kind of laughing at the self-deprecating joke except sheâs not wrong. âthis is probably the worst of injuries iâve sustained...i should probably stick to takeout or pre-made meals that involve minimal cooking skills.â she fails the mention the fact that for almost all her life, she never had to cook so the skill never came naturally like it did for most. the small details wonât matter in the end anyway, she doesnât plan on running into the male again. âminhyun, right? i think thatâs what i saw on your badge card earlier.â
( so sorry for being spotty the past few days, real life has been super hectic and now iâm being sent on emergency business trip so i wonât be around for the next week or so (ďžĐ`) iâll try to queue up some replies while iâm gone just to keep things going but dm and discord replies will be halted until i return unless i have the brain power to tend to them. thank you all for being patient! mwah mwah (â˘ÓŠâ˘)âĄ
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the bass blasts into her ears and through her veins, alcohol sliding through her body and infusing with her bloodstream as her head begins to feel lighter and lighter. her smile gets larger and laughter louder, body swaying to the beats as the night gets deeper. sheâs dolled herself up in a cute little costume, the other half of the famous clueless duo which she thinks sheâs had to explain to far too many people tonight. she knows she moved to an island but does no one understand a classic when they see one here?Â
but the lack of recognizance for her costume proves to be the least of her worries as she feels the appearance of a sudden grip around her waist, strong hands digging against her skin. her head whips around on instinct only to be faced with someone not in a costume and someone evidently a stranger to her. she hears bits and pieces of what he says, the music overpowering everything although she suspects it to be something along the usual lines of âwhatâs a pretty girl like you dancing alone?â to which she grimaces.Â
where are her friends when she needs them?Â
hyemi parks her hands against his chest, pushing the stranger away with all the force she hasâthough it clearly isnât much as the alcohol takes over and she stumbles while standing. but it seems the cards are aligning for her before anything drastic can happen. her hero comes dressed in red and black and sheâs barely sober enough to grasp whatâs going on. however, her attention is now turned to the individual now by her side.Â
âdeadpoolâs here to save the day?!â
she has to shout to be heard over the music, arms instinctively clinging to who she can only assume is her saviour. her knight in shining...polyester? nonetheless, despite them also being a stranger she presumes they canât be any worse than the creep she had just dealt with.
Hyun knew better than get involved in someone elseâs issues. He should nod and keep walking, forgetting all about this woman who seemed to be just fine, or well, fine enough to attempt a joke in a very bloody situation. He rises his eyebrow in suspicion, thinking that it did look bad, bad enough to require at least some patching, a good professional patching. âWeâre already here anywaysâ He shrugged and pointed at the pharmacy in front of them, starting to walk and just trusting she would follow.
âFake blood might be better for next time, itâs just sugar and you donât need to actually cut yourselfâ He commented, shrugging again. It seemed like he was doing that often, shrug off his comments so he wouldnât sound so serious. âAnd I know it by experience, once I bought fake blood and ended up drinking it. Told everyone I was a vampire instead of the original costume, a freaking zombie because I was obsessed with The Walking Deadâ And every zombie show, Hyun just loved watching people eat others, apparently.
âSo⌠Am I allowed to help?â He finally asked her, looking at her face and tilting his head to the side. He wondered for a second what was happening inside her mind and if helping her was a good thing or the worst mistake he could make, after all, people were weird, they all were.
goo hyemi is nice.
at least nice enough around others that they would never think a sweet girl like her could be anything but. with that gummy smile and a voice just like honey, sheâs got people fooled for the most part and sheâs learned through years of therapy how to keep her temper at bay. which is how she forces herself to take in a deep breath and flash her pearly whites at the stranger, eyes following where he points. itâs then she decides that she doesnât exactly have any other choice as the male doesnât seem to be wanting to leave her alone despite her protests.Â
he tries to make a the situation lighter with some comedic commentary and she stifles a laugh because thatâs what she should do, itâs what would be considered polite. she tilts her head as if almost to ask why? to the maleâs story but she decides to answer his next question instead. âi...suppose so.â she mutters, taking a step towards the pharmacy before she looks over at the male again. âi promise i only kinda donât know what iâm doing, but if for some reason i make this wound worse, guess itâs nice that you stopped to make sure iâm fine.âÂ
sheâs sure she would need some small stitches and suddenly sheâs brought back to her years at yonsei. hyemi never mastered stitches, her hands a bit too unstable but who could blame her? years of medication takes a toll on people. she clears her throat before she speaks again, this time her voice noting a hint of pleading. âi hope youâre good at stitches, thatâll be one thing i know i canât do without help. but youâre a doctor, so you should be great, right?â
sheâs dragging her feet out of the diner, another shift to check off for the week in her little planner she keeps inside her desk at home. hyemiâs old school like that in certain aspects, using a paper tracker rather than her phone which would be the easier thing. but thereâs something nostalgic about writing things down, something satisfactory about being able to either cross them or check them off. donât ask. she says with a smile whenever someone does. the skies are clear and despite it being a little later into the evening than she would prefer to be walking home in, she doesn't entirely mind the quiet road home; itâs almost peaceful.Â
with earphones in and music blasting to void the silence as she walks, sheâs barely noticing her surroundingsââ dangerous, sheâs aware. what she isnât so much aware of is the other person in her path and itâs only when they collide and she almost falls backwards that sheâs snapping out of her mini trance. she hits the ground with a gentle âthudâ, hands instinctively held outwards to soften the impact though that leaves her with dirt covered palms. thereâs a pause before she collects herself, slinging her purse that had fallen to the ground back onto her shoulder, rubbing her palms together to brush off the dirt before she pulls herself upwards.Â
itâs then that she meets eyes with the stranger she had collided withââ though perhaps stranger is the wrong word choice.
âsoo?â the childhood nickname falls from her lips like itâs second nature, a name she hadnât uttered in years and a face she hadnât seen in an equally long period of time. kang soohyun, a part of her history she had been forced to erase after a medical procedure gone wrong and a part of her history she hadnât been allowed to reclaim after being assigned to a private suite in the psych ward of seoul national universityâs hospital. âwhat are you doing here?â she manages to mutter out, her voice laced with both fear and yearning.Â
If there was one thing he could not ignore was blood. Like a detective who saw his first clue, Hyun walked following the path of the blood on the road. It was fresh, its size told him it was falling from maybe an arm or a shoulder, depending on the personâs height, or well, depending of his imagination in that very same moment. The dots were getting closer and closer which meant the person was walking slower, and as he looked around he found his potential suspect. A woman who semmed to be hurt.
âYou know youâre bleeding, right?â She couldnât be that dumb not to notice it, he thought and almost laughed for how stupid his comment had been. He lacked social skills, obviously, even when he was on doctor mode and things were usually easier that way. âIâm Min Hyun, a doctorâ He showed her his hospitalâs ID, not wanting to scare her or anything, but wanting to be able to help âIf you let me take a look at that I can tell you if you need professional help or just a band aidâ He said, pointing at the pharmacy that was right in front of them. Maybe that was her destination, maybe she did know she was bleeding and maybe he was just making a big deal out of nothing.
âYou can just tell me to fuck off, but if itâs serious Iâll have to insist on helping you. Iâll be quick and you wonât even notice I did anything to your⌠arm? Is it your arm?â He asked.
hyemi had figured out cooking isnât exactly her forte quite early on in life.Â
one chilly evening when both her parents had been too busy to be home and she had convinced the family helper that at sixteen years old she can hold her own in the kitchen. she couldnât have been more wrong; proven by the utter war-like appearance of the kitchen afterwards and her hands covered in more cuts than any human should ever have. all for a simple kimchi jjigae.Â
you would think she would have gotten better over time, or perhaps learned her lesson to keep away from sharp knives. but when she makes the decision to live alone for the first time in her twenty-five years of existence, an accident was bound to eventually happen. although you would also think that having had parents in the medical field, she would have learned a thing or two about patching herself back up and not be running wildly to the local store for medical supplies she isnât even sure they have.Â
her trip is cut short at the sound of a voice, to which she whips her head around and finds herself face-to-face with a stranger. âuh...â she starts to speak, voice soft and body in a relatively defensive stance. sheâs heard enough true-crime podcasts to know this is how they usually begin.Â
the male had begun to blabber and she barely catches a glimpse at his ID before she shakes her head. âiâm really okay, my armâs just suffering a little cut...â she trails off once more, eyes flickering down to the wound in question before peering behind the male to the small droplets of blood she had left on the ground. âitâs really not as bad as it looks. just getting into the halloween spirit early, you know?â she tries to brush it off as a joke, her stubborn nature getting the best of her yet again.
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