hi there! this is my child ahreum han, also known as lumine. interior design major with the health manipulation ability! hoorah!
she's a soft child and before i anything else, i'm the idiot who writes for her, the name is astrea.
i do have a discord, so if you prefer to plot there, just hit me up! blog is still u/c- sorry!
here's a quick rundown on what you might want to know about her. a few trigger warnings ahead!
tw: religious trauma, mentions of death, cult, depression, child labor, exploitation
ahreum was born ahreum song to seo yejin and song haneul. however, before she was even born, her father died of a fatal car accident, leaving her mother in distraught and her father's older brother steps in to comfort her.
the truth behind her father's death was that it was no accident, instead, it was her uncle's fault who happens to be helplessly in love with her mother despite being a married man himself.
her mother died eventually when she was five, out of depression and a broken heart, despite ahreum's ability manifesting at an early stage, she was not able to save her mother. she was five when her mother died and her uncle blamed her for the death of his beloved. he eventually found out about ahreum's anomaly, with the seo family having a couple of family members with certain abilities but with it skipping her mother and her manifesting it early on.
her uncle eventually tests ahreum's abilities and soon started a cult for those who were desperate to be healed. she was called a saintess in their little town, her uncle having taken her into custody to "raise" as his own child. but instead, he treated her as a money maker. she was only six when it began.
at 16, his wife found out about his "business" and was able to rescue ahreum from the mess of a cult she was in. being called saintess for her ability to heal with no regards for her own well-being.
her uncle's wife filed for divorce and had the man imprisoned for exploitation, child labor and many more. she, having no children of her own, adopted ahreum, changing her name to han ahreum for the child to be able to live a normal life.
eventually, ahreum grew up wary of people, hoping to be normal, hiding her abilities for her own sake till her "mom" finally told her she doesn't have to hide anymore and let her enroll in sua.
plots i want for lumine ? mainly open to anything as of the moment.
an ex she broke up with out of her own fear she might not be able to control her abilities and hurt them.
a friend who keeps her in check and wards off people who may try to take advantage of her for her abilities.
someone who sees her as a hermit and is determined to get her out of her shell to try out new things.
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play stupid. that's the easiest way out of this. "... i don't know what you're talking about."
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people used to think she's weird, they still probably do. like a house mother, the doctor doing rounds, or probably the head nurse in charge telling people just how bad they need to take care of themselves and it feels like today is bound to be one of those days, again.
ahreum sighs heavily, hugging her tablet to her chest. she's supposed to be drawing and in a quiet spot doing more important things than telling a grown-up man he's neglecting his health. but how can she do so when he's a blaring red in the corner of her eyes.
"i said, you really need to eat something and drink some water.. and you need eye drops. should i repeat myself or do you need that on a sticky note?" ahreum says, sighing once again. in her head, she's thinking, he's gonna be dizzy and prone to blacking out if he keeps up with this. blacking out means what? possibly hitting his head on things , if not the floor. where does that lead? hospital.
she looks at him, leaning closer so they were looking at each other at eye level. "listen, i don't know what you're up to but don't keep it up. you should eat something in the next hour and drink water as soon as possible. like, right now if you actually can. trust me, when you drink water you'll realize how dehydrated you are and your eyes will feel like they are burning soon enough." she stands straight and grabs a small post-it note from her bag, scribbling something before passing it to him.
"here's a reminder. post it on your screen so you don't forget."
🥚 have you ever blamed yourself for your father's death, given your powers?
❝ no. not at all. given that, i never even met my dad. the only memories i had of him were stories told by my mother and i've only seen him in pictures, nothing more. but if you're asking about my actual mom instead, that's a whole different story. ❞
if you could stop invading my thoughts with your boyish smile, maybe i wouldn't have to remember how annoying you were when we first met. i am not fond of you, and yet, the imagery of your face and your smile flashes in my head, like a reminder, if not a thought i needed to have, at random times of the day and i wonder if you're anywhere near.
there's no reason for me to be rambling like this and yet here i am scribbling away words that make no sense. this is nothing but probably a stupid crush of which i'll eventually grow out of. don't worry about it. not that you'll ever know nor even notice it. your world and mine seems to be two parallel lines and i know where i stand.
for how can someone like you look my way when you didn't even really bother about my existence until that night when you were red and blue and i was white all over.
in your pain and suffering i saw something, it was a greek tragedy, a reminder of why a hero in a story suffers. truthfully, i believe, it was to appeal to an artist to immortalize them and you're no artist, but i am, and here i am immortalizing you in my memories until a new masterpiece comes along and i know there will be a new one, i can tell.
for a work of art like you was never meant in a museum, but in a private gallery where the highest bidder wins you. ❞
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He is so close to crying by the pain but instead, he starts unbuttoning the shirt too looking at her. "You will have to help with this.. the fabric is stuck to the wounds so just.. pull it off, no worry." He is in too much pain to even consider that he is just undressing before her, but all he wants is to clean up these wounds before infection might settle in.
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of course, nobody is perfect. give them the face and the height, but that also means they have a snarky attitude that ahreum clearly wasn't really fond of. she remained quiet while holding him, making sure she pulled him a tad bit towards her so he could relieve himself from taking just a tad bit more than he should. "inho." she repeats his name, no formalities, just his name. didn't bother to address him over the whole title thing too. that didn't sit well with her after all.
"i hope you enjoyed the flight of stairs." surely, she didn't.
she waited till they were in his room and for more privacy, she did close the door behind her. she didn't really think this much through. but now that she was standing there and he was in pain, she frowned. a man undressing, a female junior, and a four-corner room with a closed door. it seemed like the gears in her head was leading her to the gutter. she puts down her small package on the desk and nodded before she went to look for his medical kit. she glanced at the mirror and saw how pale she looked from the cold. "oh my god, you didn't tell me i looked like a ghost!"
she sighed, coming back to where he was and there it was a sculpture that can be found in greek museums, stained in red, with his ivory skin. the drying crimson on fresh ivory was like a streak of paint over a marble statue. surely, he's aware how he looks and of course, she is uneasy and uncomfortable. what a creep she'd be if she kept on looking.
ahreum had to look up to the ceiling, suddenly finding it interesting. "uhm, can you not stare at me while you undress, it's making me feel shy." ahreum puts away the kit to the side and kept her gaze away from his body as she tried to help him.
"uh.. i think you'll need to shower it off before i can help tend to your wounds. it will help with your body's condition too. considering it's been cold outside and you were hurting, your temperature pretty much dropped and you're prone to catching an actual cold if you don't warm up and your injuries are not tended to as well."
he had always been there to help others when they needed it. it’s ironic that now, in his moment of need- ryder is unable to even say it out loud so that whoever is there can know just how much help ryder needs. he supposes, at the very least, it’s better than being alone.
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"no, stop it." she tells him, ahreum pushes herself to pull his limping body so she can adjust him better, maybe if she held him more, just a little tighter, with more skin exposed and for her to touch, he'll heal much fast. that was what she hoped as she tried to cradle him, wrapping him in her arms as she slowly began to feel helpless.
"no, no, no!" ahreum clearly was in distress. the most she can do was do a wound transfer so she does, taking in the smaller wounds and she groans, feeling the pain but she's not taking nearly enough to keep him from going out cold.
"hey, listen to me." tapping his cheeks as she tries to keep his eyes onto her. "i need your help out here." with a little more focus on him, she was able to take more of his wounds but she wasn't healing fast enough as she usually would. sure, it takes a while, but clearly, his wounds are a bit severe she's trying to grab onto the thread of life he had.
"stop trying to fight me. i'm here to help." she tells him as she grabbed hold of his hand a little tighter as if to mean she's not letting go of him right there and then. "trust me a little or else we're both gonna be gone from this world in a blink of an eye." and so she holds him a little tighter, embracing him as she tried to keep his body warm as it slowly grew cold.
"please, just let me save you this once, and you won't have to see me again after."
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it's been fifteen minutes since the guy even raised his head from the screen. the library is full of people who want to quietly study and work on things. clearly, he's one of them, but with the way he's almost hunched over his screen, and his eyes never even left it, ahreum's senses were putting up warning signs.
it was like red alarms blaring.
everyone was on the greener side, if she'd explain, meaning they weren't in any critical condition or hurting, but this one, even if she doesn't pay mind nor any attention, was a blaring red light. she could only sigh, not wanting to pay him any mind but he was sticking out like a sore thumb to her and so she finally decided to close her tablet and get up from her very comfortable seat before she approached him. "he's so gonna be dizzy when he gets up." she thought to herself. then she thinks of how to approach him without being rude.
should she slide a note? perhaps stand next to him? or maybe she can just tap his shoulder and hope he pays her mind?
she opts for talking to him like a decent human being. tapping his shoulder and waiting till his attention was on her. "uh. not to be a creep, but your really should grab some lunch, drink a lot of water.. and, oh, maybe grab some eye drops for your dry eyes too."
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"My room is on the last floor. I have a first aid kit so I'll live. Will go tomorrow to check for my broken fingers. I can walk, how do you think I made it here-- do you always talk so much?" He says in exasperation as they are walking up the stairs glad to not be finding anyone else around to see this mess.
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"did you think i'm gonna scream at the top of my lungs telling everyone that you're hurting? let's be real here for a second." she shook her head at him as if disappointed she was labeled as someone who can be seen as the source of any sort of gossip. she's not one to gossip, and doesn't really find pleasure in it either because he said, she said story will always differ from the source. adding and removing details to make the story even more worth the time of those who listen to it.
"ah. i'm sorry, i was probably in the shower or out. i get you're my hall president, but when you introduce yourself, there is a part where you say your actual name. unless you want me to address you as mr. hall?" she quickly helps him balance himself, since she can't carry him, she shares his weight to start walking.
the moment she makes contact with his skin, ahreum's mind quickly assesses the severity of his injuries and it's a little worse than she thought. realizing that there will be a need for him to get some more attention than a first aid kit can fix him. sure, she can heal him, but at what cost?
healing doesn't always mean it's painless, in his case, it's gonna hurt a bit.
but she doesn't do anything. can't. shouldn't. not when he comments like he doesn't need any sort of help from her. "yeah, sure. you can walk. if you call dragging half of your body walking even." she shrugs, helping him as she makes sure he doesn't lose balance. "funny you ask, no. i'm just getting my daily word out. don't worry, just a hundred more words to go." of course, she was sarcastic. she sometimes fails to think first before saying anything and clearly, he's not gonna be hearing the end of it anytime soon.
"Really, I am fine. Have a good nice." His voice wavers slightly however, he begins to walk forward, without holding the light whimper that movement brings with but he holds the act will keep him for anyone else's radar and this girl's.
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don't do it. don't say it.
ahreum tried to hold back but there she goes opening her mouth and being stupid. her mother warned her about this, but does she ever listen? never. she sighs before opening her mouth to speak.
"you know, asking for help doesn't and will not make you any less of a man so i suggest you let me help you."
she walks closer to him without thinking twice, just so she can also detect better his pain level. when he mentioned her name and her room number, she narrowed her eyes at him suspiciously. not everyone knows that but then again, what does she know? "yeah, that's me. who are you exactly? not a stalker, i hope." but of course her mind went with he's quite a looker, don't you think? only for a part of her to go you've got to be kidding me right now, reumie.
"come on, i'll help you. it's not a question or a suggestion." another step towards the male. she doesn't hesitate. she doesn't seem to care either about what he can possibly do, because between the two of them, with what she's sensing, he's gonna need quite a while in a hospital if he continues to push his body to the limit.
"you know, broken bones when they heal incorrectly they could lead into deformity. it's called malunion and you're bound to deal with a few if you don't get some help." how she knows this? she wasn't willing to tell him. not yet. not just yet. he doesn't ask. she doesn't answer. plus, she's not yet sure if he could have some sort of ability that could undo hers help if he chose to let even help her. "seriously, if you don't wanna lean on me and you wanna look like a mess tomorrow at lease let me walk you to your room. if you can actually even walk."
He is not sure how he manages to go through the car and drive the distance till the university. His vision is blurry from the drying blood, his hands are shaking from holding the wheel but he gets there, he parks a little clumsy and manages to limp extremely slowly back to the yellow hall. He hopes to not be seen and sneak into his single room without interference so he can wash off the blood in the shower.
But alas he is so mistaken.
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there are moments like this when she just wants to enjoy the evening. do a little stroll, find something to put into her journal and then write about it. not wanting to be out later than she should be, hani walks back up to the yellow hall and to her floor, only then did she realize that she didn't grab the package she originally was hoping to grab on the way up and well, her supplies of washi tape and stickers were already running low, putting it off tomorrow won't be of any help. she'll keep thinking about it.
so she sighed, grabbed her jacket again to wear it and slipped out of the room, barely wearing her shoes as she went downstairs to retrieve her little package. only that she senses something that gets her senses blaring red warning.
someone was hurt and she could sense, almost feel it completely, every little injury they had. it's like knowing a little bird had fallen from a tree and is attempting to fly. however, her vision of a little bird was wiped off when she saw him.
he was no little bird, he's a grown man, obviously beaten by someone and maybe hit with something even. "are you alright?" she asks. ahreum thought to herself, of course not. "do you need any help? maybe to take you to the clinic or something?" not that she was gonna use her anomaly to save him. her fear of being taken advantage is much greater at times like this, but she knows better that bandaids and stitches leave marks, her abilities however, fix people, as her uncle used to say.
"if you don't wanna go to the clinic. let me at least help you up to your room."
but it’s no use because ryder is feeling colder now, and the ringing won’t stop. there’s a searing pain that claws from the inside of his mind that blinds him from everything else. if he could just keep his eyes open and remember.
lost.
so often she finds herself lost in certain places. looking for the way back home. home? what is home? where is it? ahreum would never really know. maybe that's why she's lost and confused, looking for a way to get herself back but instead, she's out here cutting corners and looking for alleyways that would conceal her.
why? one would ask. for she played god for a price. the price of her life, her humanity, and everything that came along with it. in her mind, she's thinking, mapping out her current location and the way back to her dorm. so easily, she'd get lost and she would sense things she refuses to acknowledge.
pain.
not her own, but someone else's. she would've ignored this feeling if it wasn't growing faint. "where are you?" she whispers to herself, her feet moving faster than her mind can actually comprehend what she's doing. maybe it's out of instinct. whatever it is, she's running and bumping into things but what little pain she felt, her body fixes right away. she's the girl who can never break they say. and just as she was passing the certain dark alleyway, she sensed the faint breath, the rapid loss of blood, and life on borrowed time.
"fuck." she mutters, turning her attention to the dark alleyway. she's walking, then she starts running, and there it was.. a crimson lake, and a boy with face as pale as the moon.
"hey." she doesn't hesitate to get close to him, ignoring the fact his blood will stain her clothes. "oh no.." she surveys his body and notices his injuries. "i'll get you out of here." she whispers, holding his hand, with both her hands raising it to her chest as she focuses on healing him.
he should be slowly healing, but.. what was going on? ahreum looked puzzled and horrified as she pushed her abilities to heal him. only for the cut to slowly reopen itself. maybe she's just tired? she's seeing things wrong. "this can't be happening" was all she could mutter to herself so she tries again, and again, till it finally hits her.
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