MINDSTORM

bodies presses together upon her request, feet stepping forward but because of close proximity, it could barely be considered to be a full step  —-  showcasing that despite them already being glued together, it didn't seem to be enough once they were first tangled up with each other. faces then comes apart, foreheads leaning onto each other as if to not let any separation through. eyes open but only halfway, gazing down upon her and the sight of her being just slightly breathless, is enough to cause a soft smile to appear on his lips.  “ hmm, ”  sounds of ponder emits, one hand leaving her thigh to find her own grabbing around his shirt, instead he guides reina's hand to beneath his shirt  ;  touch making his breath stagger just a bit.  “ i think maybe he got a good punch in here too... ”  it was true but, it had also been an excuse for her hand to then trail up over toned abdominal, muscles automatically tensing up due to her cooler touch onto warm skin.  “ think you can help ease the pain there as well ? ”  mischief returns as a glint in both his hues, chin lifting just enough to press a kiss to the button of her nose, just to give one more subtle one to her pair of rosy petals.

Reina isn't one to think of someone walking in on them, which is why she's daring to raise his shirt further, exposing more of his stomach. Not a huge fan of giving a show to people, but they're behind a closed door, and she's certain that if someone ( the nurse who owns the room ) finally decides to return from their lunch break, they have time to act "normal". Plus, they're not buttnaked. No harm will be done. "Is it feeling better, or do I need to kiss it better?" The female inquires, her lips moving away from his skin so she can look at his face again, the teasing smile decorating her facial features.

juni had spent the entire flight rehearsing this moment in her head and yet she couldn't imagine the reality of finally being here. her gaze searched the busy crowd with her suitcase in tow behind her. pictures and video calls made eunha feel familiar but it had been so long since they had met in person. "there you are!" her excitement grew as she neared the other. "oh my god, i can't believe you're actually here!" a laugh escaped and juni threw her arms around the other in an excited hug.

Her hand is raised in the air when she excitedly waves it to the familiar - looking person who approaches her. Juni is here! After many years, they're finally together. "Oh my god!" The femme exclaims and opens her arms to pull her in for a hug, hugging her tightly, and she even squals a little out of excitement. "This will be so exciting!" She lets go of the female, but has her hands still on her shoulders, looking at her facial features while a smile is decorating her face. She's taking it all in. "You look so beautiful! How was your flight? Do you need help with your bags?"

★— ATTN: @mndstom

The female visibly takes a deep breath to calm herself. "Just how? How do you study? How do you have time to study?" The blonde is a big advocate for having a social life in the middle of studying. Which is probably one of the reasons why she procrastinates, but still gets good scores on exams and whatnot. But studying with someone? She rarely does it because she's afraid she will get distracted. "And where do you study? In a library?"

"  i  keep  thinking  about  what  would've  happened  if  I'd  stayed.  "

Luca's jaw muscles tighten slightly, and he looks around for a moment. "Well, you didn't." The male states, his gaze turning to look at the female in front of him. "So why think of what could have happened?"

dabin's lips curve into something faintly amused as she watches the other struggle to wake up. the awkward smile only earns a soft huff of a laugh from the vampire, dark eyes focused as she takes the water. "long enough to know you snore." it was a lie. in fact, dabin had hardly heard a a thing from the other woman. she settles back into her chair, one leg crossing over the other. in truth, dabin hadn't slept. had realized years ago that pretending to do so brought her no comfort so why bother? "an hour, maybe. you looked comfortable. i didn't want to wake you."

For a brief moment, she's thinking of the accusation she just heard, and it's clear to see on her facial features. She doesn't snore. At least, the people who have shared the bed with her haven't said anything about snoring. "I don't snore." The female huffs, but there's a hint of amusement in her voice when she speaks. "So... You've been just sitting there? Watching me sleep?" She inquires, and even when her tone is teasing, she still finds it rather chilling. Somebody watching her while she's in an unconscious state? All of a sudden, it feels like she's in a horror movie, and she's looking around her surroundings -- mainly looking at the distance between the door and bed.

the  warmth  lingers  only  long  enough  for  him  to  find  himself  watching  her  expression,  quietly  searching  for  whatever  might  have  settled  behind  it  after  everything  he  had  just  told  her.  relief  comes  gently  when  he  realizes  she  understands,  or  at  least  understands  enough  not  to  make  him  feel  so guilty for leaving.  he  lets  out  a  slow,  thoughtful  sigh  and  gives  a  small  nod.  “  back  then,  i  hated  it.  i  was  so  angry  because  nobody  told  me  what  was  happening.  ”  his  fingers  curl  loosely  around  the  paper  cup  before  he  takes  another  sip  of  his  coffee.  “  but  i  got  older  and...  i  think  my  parents  just  did  what  they  thought  was  best.  ”  there  is  no  bitterness  left  in  his  voice  now,  only  acceptance  worn  smooth  by  time.  “  we  haven’t  heard  anything  about  her  in  years,  so...  we  figured  it  was  finally  safe  to  come  back.  now  we’re  just  hoping  it  stays  that  way.  ”  the  corner  of  his  mouth  lifts  again,  this  time  inviting  the  conversation  somewhere  lighter.  “  but  what  about  you?  tell  me  about  the  last  few  years.  i  know  you  can’t  fit  everything  into  one  conversation,  so...  give  me  the  highlights.  ”

She lets out a dramatic, heavy sigh. "Where do I start? So many things have happened." She's exaggerating her words, chuckling afterwards as a sign that she's joking. Of course, a lot has happened over the years, but are they worth mentioning? Not really. "My parents are still together, I'm still an only child, and that will not change. I model on the side to get some money and... That's about it." Miyoung's life? Pretty normal. There are no highlights like he requested.

"  if  i  don't  make  it  out  of  these  woods  by  sunday  ,  tell  everyone  i  was  hot  ,  hilarious  and  absolutely  right  about  something  being  off  around  here  " 

"You can't just leave me all alone in here!" The femme whisper - yells while hugging herself, and she looks at their surroundings. It's too quiet for her liking. Sure, they're in a forest, and it's supposed to be quiet, but it still makes her feel uneasy. "How am I supposed to reach out to you if you go on your own? Send a fucking bat signal?"

the  words  settle  between  them  with  a  weight  that  seems  to  press  the  air  from  his  lungs.  he  is  dead.  his  fingers  twitch  instinctively  beneath  hers,  but  he  doesn't  pull  away.  if  anything,  his  hand  closes  around  hers  just  a  little  tighter,  careful—like  he's  afraid  the  slightest  wrong  movement  might  make  her  let  go.  he  watches  her  for  a  long  moment,  taking  in  the  way  her  eyes  stay  shut,  the  coldness  of  her  hands  against  his  own,  the  hesitation  that  had  made  every  word  seem  like  it  had  to  be  dragged  out  of  her.  "...i'm  sorry,"  he  says  quietly,  and  for  once  the  words  aren't  a  reflex  or  empty  politeness.  they're  simple  because  anything  bigger  would  only  be  about  making  himself  feel  useful.  his  thumb  brushes  slowly  across  the  back  of  her  hand.  silence  settles  again,  but  this  time  he  lets  it  exist  instead  of  trying  to  fill  it.  "thank  you  for  telling  me."  he  offers  a  faint,  almost  sad  smile.  "and  for  trusting  me  with  something  that  hard."  his  grip  loosens  just  enough  to  give  her  the  choice  to  pull  away  if  she  wants,  though  he  doesn't  move  his  hand.  "i'm  not  going  anywhere,"  he  murmurs.  "not  unless  you  want  to  be  alone."  then  he  falls  quiet  again,  choosing  to  simply  stay  with  her  instead  of  searching  for  words  that  could  never  make  a  wound  like  that  disappear.

It takes a moment for her to register what he said. It's the first time she has heard someone say such things regarding the death of her boyfriend, which is why she's staring at him for quite some time, not being able to hide the surprise on her facial features. He wouldn't say any of those things if he knew how or why he's not alive. But she's not planning to tell him any further. Jiyeon promised herself she would carry the secret to her grave, even when there are days when it's eating her alive. She briskly shakes her head. "I don't want to be alone." Not in this state. Not when she's uncertain of what's real and what's not. "But I would like to get out of here." Somewhere calm where there isn't anyone else. Somewhere where she can curl up into a ball and forget the world just for a moment until she feels like herself again.

when she asked how old he was, the amusement faded into thoughtful silence. for a long moment he simply looked at her, as though weighing whether numbers could ever explain a life like his. "i was born in the tenth century," he finally said. "in what is now called denmark." his gaze wandered somewhere far beyond the room, toward memories no one else could see. "my father was a viking. his father before him." a small, nostalgic smile touched his lips. "my brothers and i followed the same path. it was all we knew." he paused, the weight of centuries settling quietly into his voice. "i've watched kingdoms rise from fields of mud and disappear into dust. i've seen languages born, evolve, and die. i've buried friends whose names the world has forgotten." his eyes returned to hers, warm despite the sadness hidden beneath them. "immortality sounds romantic until you've lived long enough to become the only person who remembers." his thumb traced another slow circle against her hand. "but somehow..." he murmured, a gentleness creeping into his smile, "you always find your way back to me." there was no pride in the words. no triumph. only quiet wonder. "and every time..." his voice lowered almost to a whisper. "i fall in love with you all over again."

She studies his facial features, watching how he falls into the memories of his life, and gosh, he looks so familiar. Every part of his facial muscles looks familiar to her, even though they just met in person. She inhales deeply. He has seen a lot in his life, and she has been a small part of it more than once. The more she speaks, the more determined she's to find answers. She has different books of spells, curses, and even potions. And deep inside, the witch knows she has searched for answers in her past life, but things were different back then. They deserve a chance. "It sounds like the first version of me knew one day I would find an answer for this." She says while letting go of his wrist, her hand moving to rest against his chest. "Have you sought out anyone who can help?" There must have been someone who knows more than they do. "Or do you have any books? You must have some books that can explain more."

"you should be more careful," she doesn't mean to nag, but she cares about them. youngmi gently puts a plaster over their wound before she looks up at them, "didn't i tell you?"

Jiyeon regrets looking at her finger that's still bleeding, which is why she almost immediately turns her facial features towards the female in front of her with a grimace. "You should know by now that I am clumsy." There's not a day when she doesn't bump her knee or shoulder into something. Good thing it was just a needle that bricked her index finger.

"Well not to brag, but this one will probably put all the others you've done before to shame," he stated confidently with a firm nod, if even he only really meant that it would definitely be bigger than any others she'd tried before. Her comment of potentially falling asleep though made the man chuckle softly, brow furrowing as he attempted to give the femme a hard time. "Man, I'll have to up my ante the next time we hang out if you're already planning your naps with me," though Theo's tone and the quick wink directed her way indicated a reply lighter than the words themselves. A beat passes however as they cover more land, growing closer to the venue in question before he sneaks another glance her way. "Thank you, by the way," his voice is soft this time, almost as if he's uncertain with the words he's chosen. "For coming out with me today. I'm sure you're plenty busy with everything going on but...it means a lot to me." Now his eyes are slightly avoidant, worried Yeeun would see the pink creeping into his cheeks from his passing comment.

She looks at him with doubtful eyes, but almost immediately is smiling in amusement. "We will see about that." She chuckles before wondering what kind of place he's taking her to. A big gym perhaps? Though, as soon as she hears him mention needing to up his ante, she turns to look at him and briskly shakes her head. "I didn't mean it like that!" She's quick to say, mentally scolding herself for the words she used. "I meant... It was a long day at shoot, so..." It's obvious she's clearly thinking of how to explain herself, and she scrunches up her nose in the end, a heavy sigh leaving her. "I'm actually enjoying your company and..." She doesn't want it to end. Her dark hues drop to look at the ground, and redness creeps up her cheeks. She's flustered. And the red color doesn't disappear when Theo thanks her for joining him. "I'm happy that you asked me." The female confesses, her voice quieter than earlier, and she tugs her hair behind her ear.

     watching how she's easily learning the ways, already taken his suggestions to heart and utilize it right of the bat.  “ exactly, while keeping your grip steady but, relaxed at the same time ~ ”  two words which didn't really go hand-in-hand, but that was the art of acoustic instruments, seungwoo certain it was the same with pianos. the pressure making a vast difference of what sound would get produced.  “ perhaps you could teach me sometime, too  ?  with the piano... ”  a warm smile tugging at the corners of his lips, suggesting they could help each other learn  ;  his patience having worn thing multiple times when trying out other instruments, always returning to his trusty guitar.  “ you might be a musical genius, seeing how quickly you pick up on this. ”  complimenting, looking over toward her as her fingers delicately ran over the strings, sounds of no particular song echoing in soft noises.

Her brows furrow, and she looks at the strings and where her fingers are placed, watching how they try to find the correct spots with little pauses in between. It's not smooth, but at least the sound is somewhat right. Her attention from the strings shifts to the man, and her eyes widen slightly. He wants her to teach him how to play piano? There's a light blush creeping up on her cheeks, and her head drops so her face is slightly hidden. "I don't know if I would be a great teacher..." The femme mumbles, and she lets her fingers gently drum the guitar's wooden frame. She has never taught someone. Let alone let someone hear her playing the said instrument. "But I can try!" She quickly adds, her dark hues turning to look at him again, and she smiles slightly, the redness now evident on her cheeks when he compliments her skills. "I just had a great teacher, that's all."