━♡ guess the TWENTY FOUR YEAR OLD JULY baby just arrived to dallyeog! it makes sense, because ISEUL MOON is just as COMFORTING as the month of JULY. wait, why do they remind me of KIM TAEHYUNG? beyond that, they seemed ASTUTE AND DAUNTLESS upon first glance. i heard someone say they’re sort of RETICENT AND DESTRUCTIVE though. i hope they get acquainted here in COMPLEX # 3 / APARTMENT # 3 / FLOOR # 2. HE seems to have a lot going on with HIS job as AN ART INSTRUCTOR.

hi i’m kai i prefer they/them but she/her is ok too :) here’s a bit about iseul under the cut!! i prefer discord for plotting but ims are good if ur more comfortable with that just like this post if ur interested :)

this is just a quick intro and i’ll add more to it later and make it more cohesive!! TW: car accident, parental death

🌸          HER STOMACH CHURNS AT THE MENTION OF FOOD. that was not a conversation she wanted to have with him – not now, not ever. what would she even say when “oh, i feel bad. i already ate.” she lies about it easily and will likely feel awful about doing so later. right now, it’s a crisis averted … only to be followed by another. she wasn’t going to let this moment slip through her hands. no matter what needed to happen, poppy was going out with iseul tonight. “what time do you typically go to bed, iseul?” she asks, cooly before frowning at his next idea. “a bar?” it’s quite a bit more energetic than she expected, which surprises even her. especially her, come to think about it. poppy never considered herself a drinker, but she always wanted to try new things. maybe this could be one such occasion? – and, of course, there was the iseul of it all … she’d probably try to lasso the moon for him, if he asked. actually, he wouldn’t even have to ask. she’d do it if he just alluded to it a few times. “do you have a favorite around here?”

                        the  way  she  raises  concerns  so  quickly  after  his  mention  of  eating  sets  off  a  small  alarm  in  the  back  of  his  mind  —  one  he’s  forced  to  ignore  for  now  .  maybe  it’s  because  he’s  being  a  bit  too  eager  ,  or  presumptuous  ,  or  a  mix  of  the  two  .  silence  in  the  air  feels  stagnant  ;  like  he’s  made  a  mistake  .  “  oh  ,  i  don’t  know  .  like  midnight  .  ”  stumbling  over  his  own  words  in  an  attempt  to  catch  up  with  rapid  fire  thoughts  ,  lesser  lip  sucked  in  between  ivories  to  just  him  quiet  for  a  second  .

“Oh, y-you c-can go w-without me, r-really” Soojin told the other seeing he was really upset of her not wanting to go. “I-I’ll g-grab us s-some f-food w-while y-you can g-go” she told him. 

“ okay, miranda priestly – keep it civil, ” tori quips. her smile is light and easy, belying the teasing tone of her voice. “ we were exhausted after shows and just wanted to drink, mainly. ” she shifts her weight a pose, pulling her best ‘ model ’ face. “ ah, let’s see – one launch party, two club show afterparties. and maybe a birthday party. i’m on a budget, so i’ll need something versatile. ”

OPEN STARTER!

♡ _   well that was embarrassing but nobody saw your blunder was the first thought in eloise’s mind. she was almost at the first floor with no incidents or accidents then she had tripped, on the stairs, five steps away from the ground. no she wouldn’t cry - even if she wanted to more than anything. it had hurt, and her day didn’t look like it was going to get any better. an hour, that’s how long the universe had decided to mess with her day and make a complete fool out of her. 7:40am should not be the time of the day she was falling down the stairs, in fact, she didn’t know why she took the stairs in the first place. it’s not like the elevator would be cramped. and it’s not like she could lay there, in the middle of the floor, blocking everyone else, willowing in her self pity of a simple mistake.

until she heard a voice, her mortification drowning it out - not a good thing, korean wasn’t her primary language and barely paying attention while being spoken to lead to a mess. “i’m sorry could you repeat that?” eloise had asked them. yeah maybe now was the perfect time to get off the floor.

                               iseul  was  late  (  as  per  usual  )  and  his  front  door  slam  is  nearly  loud  enough  to  mask  the  sound  of  what  sounded  like  someone’s  tumble  down  a  few  steps  .  head  pokes  around  the  staircase  and  he’s  quick  to  notice  the  new  neighbor  taking  refuge  on  the  hard  floor  and  honestly  feels  a  bit  guilty  for  laughing  .

🌸           NINE TIMES OUT OF TEN, POPPY WAS WORRIED about making a fool of herself in front of iseul. however, ten times out of ten, that fear was outweighed by the desire to have even a second of his time. it’s precious and she knows she shouldn’t be standing here, stammering and stuttering – being wasteful was never her forte, especially when he was concerned. there were still so many questions about him that loomed large over any hint of a relationship ( platonic or otherwise ) that was blooming between them, so imagine her surprise when he claims that he wants to know about her. the girl couldn’t help the way her shoulders sagged; she felt like she just paled in comparison. “are you sure?” nice question, poppy. “i’m just saying that, well, i tend to know my limits. i doubt i’m anywhere near as interesting as you.” the girl tries to laugh it off, act like she’s being self-deprecating for its own sake as opposed to wanting to know both anything and everything about the wondrous iseul. “i–” he wants to compliment me?, she cannot help the blush that burts out on her face, turning everything red in its wake. “are you sure? you don’t – you don’t have to if you don’t want to. i mean, please don’t feel like you have to compliment me just because i compliment you!” poppy’s glad when he asks what they’re doing tonight, because it gives her a chance to regulate her breathing and try to shake off the sudden dizziness that threatened to knock her down. “do you want to go out somewhere? the night’s still young, you know.” 

❝     蒸気   ——   

                            aoki imojen is a lesson in turbulence, a person made for chaos and feed on the howling winds. they speak in storms; she in poison, and like a ticking time bomb, it was only a matter of time before the substance runs its course. in times such as tonight, when the storm meets the calm, imojen finds a place for refuge. they say you shouldn’t make a home out of people, she tried— she is trying, but imojen wouldn’t be known for who she was by acting docile. “you do know me very well,” she agrees, and if it were any consolidation, he mentions a song she had played the bass along with once in her apartment. she’d then realize how often they spent time together— built foundation piece by piece, and scarily enough, imojen would crash and burn with it if she didn’t handle matters with care as she usually does. “oh yeah? well, you listen to whatever i listen to, is that because you adore me?” she added, tone teasing. 

                            looking up from the cup of beer in hand, imojen rolls her eyes playfully at iseul’s claim. “apparently, people need their ears checked,” she joked while completely falling for iseul’s comic performance, a feeling she had grown accustomed to with him around. there had always been an essence of comfort with iseul, that no matter the words and quips said, they don’t find the need to read too much into it. “82, not bad.” imojen had considered to aim for a score lower than iseul’s just to compensate for the drinks, but as she clicked on to choosing a dance track, her competitive nature clouding the judgment. “well, don’t just stay still, dance with me.” and with that, she began singing. 

                                  just  as  soon  as  iseul  gets  comfortable  imojen  is  forcing  him  back  up  ,  nearly  spilling  his  second  drink  all  over  his  shirt  in  the  process  .  quick  to  finish  it  and  follow  her  instructions  plastic  cup  is  tossed  effortlessly  into  the  trash  and  a  few  fries  are  shoved  into  his  mouth  for  good  measure  .  not  much  of  a  dancer  but  not  lacking  in  enthusiasm  iseul  turns  up  the  volume  just  a  bit  more  to  drown  out  the  future  embarrassment  at  his  mediocre  moves  .

Cleo chuckle. “Well I hope they like your blood more than mine” she teased with a chuckle. “No. Here, use some. I know they’re annoying” she said giving him her repellent. “I hope that I don’t start recording the podcast and start yelling because of the mosquito”.

“Y-You’re no h-help at a-all” Soojin told him with her shaking hands just seeing the rollercoaster and while she felt her bile almost on her throat already . “N-No f-fun in h-heights for m-me” she told him and shake her head. “O-One t-time I had to go in a c-chairlift r-ride and it wasn’t n-nice”.

𝒚𝒆𝒐𝒏𝒂 : i did listen , i feel honored i guess 𝒚𝒆𝒐𝒏𝒂 : okay you are drunk that’s obvious 𝒚𝒆𝒐𝒏𝒂 : ?? i’m home and sober smh 𝒚𝒆𝒐𝒏𝒂 : where are YOU

kyungmi rested on the floor, back against the trim of the sofa. being closest to the box of pizza set on—what is that? she presumes it is a coffee table, but it was unique in design. she must have stared at it for a while, trying to decipher the purpose until he spoke. an artist’s mind is undoubtedly impressive—a laugh leaving her throat. “ natural selection will get us first with all the grease we’ve indulged. ” her lips curved upward. the crust landing on the plate caught her attention before her head turned further to gaze up at the other.

“ both. ” unlike @iseulfms​, kyungmi eats her crust, reaching for a napkin while chewing on the last bite. “ but i feel inclined to say software as software engineering was my minor for four years. ” she chuckles, cleaning her hands. “ is this why you invited me over? you feed me first, then ask for a favour. ” a playfulness in her tone. a hand motioning to show the object of desire. “ let me see it. ”

                         waves  away  her  concerns  with  a  dismissive  hand  ,  faux  mumbling  with  a  stretch  as  stomach  yells  at  iseul  as  though  it’s  siding  with  kyungmi  .  “  hey  ,  i  fed  you  really  well  from  the  kindness  of  my  heart  .  i  just  so  happened  to  remember  .  ”  eyes  roll  at  her  accusation  but  he’s  quick  to  get  up  and  hand  off  the  older  laptop  to  her  with  an  exasperated  sigh  .

🌸           IF THE BLONDE WAS BEING HONEST WITH HERSELF, looking at iseul hurt sometimes. how could one person be gifted with such poise, beauty and charisma in droves? there were times when she wasn’t completely sure the boy was even a human being; surely some divinity had to have created him, or he was divine himself. either way, most of the time when he spoke, she couldn’t help but make an absolute fool out of herself. case in point: right now, when poppy didn’t notice how long she’d just been staring at him, until she recognized that his pretty mouth hadn’t been moving for, what, two whole minutes? oh no! “– i mean, yeah, everyone can act crazy but …” how to come back from this? “some more than others. everyone’s got their own eccentricities, but i guess it’s just how you look at them. you’re not going around collecting trash, are you? if so, then maybe we should talk about that …”

Random thoughts filled the student’s head ― from a string of words he thought would fit the new song they were working on to what he should eat for lunch today, but none of them pertaining to the present moment. His mind floated around things like that until a voice pierces through his bubble, bringing him back to reality. 

Theodore tilted his head upwards to meet the gaze of the instructor before darting them back to the mainly empty canvas. That was a lot to process, easier said than done. He knew that he wasn’t being quite the enthusiastic one among the lot and that instructor Iseul had way too much patience to be dealing with him. Nodding his head with yet another meek reply, he reached out to take the brush that was handed to him, “Yes, instructor.” 

His eyes rested on the vase in the center as he softly hummed to himself. Lip of the vase, yes. Focus on that. There was a groan in his head but he knew he should start making something appear on the canvas already. Keeping his grip less firm this time, Theodore pressed the tip of the brush onto the canvas before dragging out a thin line and curving it downwards to form a full vertical oval. He cringed at the sight of it but just decided to proceed on with the rest of the vase. At least he was making some kind of progress. The student stared at the oddly shaped ‘vase’ sitting in the middle of the canvas that was created by irregular thin and bold strokes. “A kid could do better than this.” It was worse than a doodle of a kindergartener with a crayon. “I’m sorry, Sir.” Theodore wasn’t even sure what he was apologizing for but he just knew an apology had to be said as he forced himself to capture the gaze of the older male for a remark. 

                      iseul  had  made  his  way  to  another  student  for  a  brief  moment  after  their  interaction  ,  being  sure  to  keep  him  well  within  his  peripherals  should  he  give  up  again  .  constant  encouragement  could  be  seen  as  an  annoyance  ,  but  iseul  pushed  his  students  as  long  as  they  let  him  —  if  iseul  hadn’t  been  pushed  by  his  father  ,  there’s  no  telling  where  he’d  be  now  .  

                      finding  himself  stood  behind  theo  yet  again  wasn’t  where  iseul  expected  to  spend  most  of  his  class  .  he  wasn’t  sure  what  was  drawing  him  to  the  student  —  maybe  the  sense  of  responsibility  —  but  eyes  follow  his  rigid  brushstrokes  with  piqued  interest  .  apology  doesn’t  catch  iseul  off  guard  as  it  used  to  when  he  first  started  and  the  older  male  is  quick  to  brush  it  aside  with  a  wave  of  his  hand  .  “  apologies  get  points  taken  away  .  never  apologize  for  the  things  you  create  .  ”  bit  of  a  dramatic  sentiment  but  one  iseul’s  father  drilled  into  him  as  soon  as  he  could  pick  up  a  crayon  .  sometimes  he  wishes  he  apologized  more  for  the  sharpie  stains  on  their  weathered  apartment  walls  ,  though  .

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—  ❛❛  //  OPP    ¦   open 

“ …so? what do you think – too fancy for a club night? everyone’s fashion here is so much better than what we did in manhattan. we used to go to nightclubs in sweatpants. ”