flower child.

She was never good at this. Talking about her real feelings, letting her guard down, and letting people in. She did that for only a few people, thinking maybe she’ll get to keep them in her life in exchange for a part of her soul. Baring herself to them and while there are only a few people that had seen who Seungah really is, they will take a huge chunk out of her being when they leave. That’s what happened with Wooyoung and now, Hoetaek. Seungah thought hard and long, just how much she’d tell Daisy. 

“I don’t know.” 

A whisper was all she could muster because if she said anything any louder she might just hear her own voice crack over her already broken heart. “He said he’d always put me first. Maybe I asked for too much. I got greedy, kept him all to myself, forgetting how he’s also his own person instead of mine. I don’t think I’ll stop being scared, Daisy. I trust people and I break at the end.” Throwing a shoulder over her eyes. As much as she enjoyed the change of view from her opulent dorm room, where you can find clothes almost anywhere, to Daisy’s cozy and almost jungle apartment, Seungah preferred the darkness. 

daisy waits, patiently, for seungah to decide what to say. she’s not expecting anything, would understand if seungah decided not to say anything and change the topic entirely. but she’s also ready to listen if the other girl does decide to talk, and she hopes seungah knows that this is a safe space. that nothing she says will leave this walls. that daisy is not going to judge her for being vulnerable, for feeling emotions, for working through those emotions any way they need to be. daisy is here for seungah, whatever she needs, and even though she wishes she could erase all of seungah’s problems for her, being a good friend is the least she can do.

she looks up when she hears seungah’s whisper, watches her friend’s face carefully as she speaks. there’s a frown on daisy’s face, concern in her eyes, and she hates the way seungah seems to be blaming herself. she hates that she’s been hurt so much she’ll always be scared. when she hides her face, daisy moves closer, wraps her arms around the girl and pulls her into a hug. she hopes that the physical contact will be a comfort of some sort, or at least a reminder that she’s not alone. “it’s not your fault, seungah,” she says softly, gently petting the girl’s hair. “you can’t blame yourself.”

sgnyooa​:

[...]

seeing that daisy is actually paying attention to her she continues with her mini lesson of some sorts. ❝ corals are interesting because i thought they were pretty looking things, okay and technically they’re not plants but they look like one.❞ she dismisses the topic with a small wave of her hand. ❝ but they’re territorial little fuckers. did you know they have stringers like jellyfish? and they sting other corals if it gets too close to their space? the sea has some wild plants and animals. ❞ she ends her speech a long huff of air, shaking her head as she thinks about the crazy things that you can find in the deep ocean. ❝ thank you for listening to me geek out, and being so kind to let me be an honorary member. i promise i’ll make you proud regardless of my official membership or not. ❞ she laughs once more, holding her pinky up like she’s making a promise. 

daisy smiles, wide and uncontrolled, as yooa says she trusts her, and then at the way she says dr. kim. daisy feels warm and she’s sure her cheeks are flushing and she’d probably be scared about giving herself away if she wasn’t just so endeared by the person next to her. “well in a couple of years when I’m graduated and fully qualified and you’ve long forgotten about this conversation, I’ll be there to prove you were right to put your trust in me,” daisy promises. and she means it too. she can absolutely imagine herself showing up on yooa’s door with a box of business cards hot off the press, just to give her the first one.

daisy sits up as yooa prepares herself, her face brightening with excitement as the other girl begins to talk. the actual content of what she’s saying is super interesting. daisy’s probably the opposite of yooa in that she knows a lot about land-plants but not so much about the water ones. so she really tries to pay attention and learn from what yooa’s telling her. but she’s also enraptured but the passion behind her words. this is obviously something yooa’s more than a little interested in, and it’s so endearing to listen to her talk. daisy could sit here and listen to yooa talk about the ocean and what lies beneath it forever.

“corals have stingers?” daisy replies, genuinely amazed. “that’s kind of bad ass and I think I like coral more for that?” she laughs. “seriously though, that’s fascinating, I can see why you’re so interested in marine life. and you don’t need to thank me for listening, honestly I should be thanking you for that knowledge bomb you just dropped on me.” she smiles at her friend, though she has to drop her gaze after a moment in fear that looking at yooa’s face too long would make her cheeks turn far too red. “if you ever want to geek out again, I’m all ears,” she continues. “and I don’t doubt you’ll be the best honorary member I could ask for,“ she chuckles, linking her pinky with yooa’s.

sgnjongin​:

[...]

when she curses at him and issues him an order he has no intention of following, his immediate reaction is just to blink in surprise at her and then start laughing. seungwoo is the worst, seungwoo is a scourge upon the world, a stain, a mistake; seungwoo not only has no backbone, no bite, nothing to threaten jongin with after all this time together, but now he’s resorting to dragging other, even less intimidating people into his line of fire. “what happened?” jongin asks, still chucking and grinning. “did dating wooseok turn seungwoo into even more of a spineless little bitch than before? what are you, his beard?”

it’s interesting, the way jongin braces himself as if he might expect her to hit him. not that he looks scared by that prospect, or that daisy would expect him to be, but still. she caught him off guard, at least. she’s not going to hit him. not if she can help it, anyway. as much as she might like to, she’s not about to give him something he can use against her like that. this is going to be difficult enough as it is, and daisy is smart enough to know that physical violence would only make things worse. she puts her hands in her pockets and stares him down, eyes hard, as she watches him register what she said and why she’s here.

she doesn’t flinch when he starts to laugh, barely reacts at all to his derogatory reaction expect to roll her eyes. nothing about his reaction is surprising to her. “seungwoo doesn’t know I’m here, and he’s not going to know cause you’re never going to talk to him again,” she tells him, voice even, like it’s the easiest thing in the world. which it could be, if jongin was capable of making the choice to not be an asshole. “I’m doing this because I care about him. not that I imagine you know too much about what it’s like to care about someone enough to want to protect them from bullshit they don’t deserve.”

sgndanbi​:

[...]

so admittedly, things haven’t been going as well as she imagined them to be, but she figures she might as well make the best out of it and not let her spirits be brought down, since she’s already here. that, and she doesn’t exactly have a choice right now, because her line has been growing at a rapid rate all of a sudden…

it is only when a guy tells her he had been sent to her line by the “pretty girl over there” that she realises what is going on. turning to daisy, danbi sends her a knowing smile, as if to say “i see what you’re doing”. but danbi doesn’t mind the growing line as of yet. what could go wrong with at least 20 guys lined up before you, waiting for a kiss, right?

daisy admires danbi’s unbreakably positive spirit. people call her a ray of sunshine, but she’s nothing compared to danbi. in a lot of ways, daisy wishes she had danbi’s resilience for seeing the positives in every situation. maybe it’s the years she has on the younger girl that makes it harder for daisy to keep up that kind of energy, or certain life experiences that weigh on her. whatever the reason, daisy hopes danbi never loses her spirit. the world needs more of that sprit. but it’s also the reason daisy has no qualms about adding to her line in order to shorten her own.

with less people for her to kiss, she can keep tabs on how danbi is doing, so she catches her friend’s gaze when she clicks on to what’s happening. daisy simply grins back, replying with a shrug. “I’m just making sure you get the award for most money raised at the kissing booth.” she has no idea if such an award actually exists, but if anyone deserves it, it’s definitely danbi. “and also that all these lovely people get to kiss...” she raises her voice for the next part, loud enough for the guys in front of them to hear. “...the prettiest and best kisser in all of seongnam, jo danbi!” she gives a little flourish, waving jazz hands in danbi’s direction, and it actually makes a guy who was about to join daisy’s line, join danbi’s instead. “I wonder if I should be offended at how easy this is,” she jokes, much quieter now, chuckling to herself.

she hasn’t managed to palm everyone off on danbi (unfortunately), but she keeps up her, still surprisingly successful, attempts to get guys to switch lines. which leaves her with a lot more free time between kisses. “I will stop sending them all over if you want me to,” daisy tells danbi between the other girl’s kisses. “but it’s honestly way more fun for me to be your hype man and talk about how awesome you are.”

sgnjunhyung​:

[...]

junhyung turns to daisy with his face scrunched up in disgust, whispering under his breath as he picks up a bottle of water, “ugh, someone had onions for lunch.” he gags, gargling a mouthful of water and spitting it out onto the grass beneath him. “I hate onions.” he shoots her a pained expression. “trust me, I wouldn’t be here if I had a choice.” he groans, glancing over at the crowd approaching the booth for the next session. “we still have another forty minutes of this torture.” he complains, “can’t we just make a run for it?”

normally, daisy might berate junhyung for complaining about a girl he’s kissed because she had onion breath. in fact, many times in the past she’s rolled her eyes and told him to stop being mean when he’s complained about trivial features of the girls he’s kissed. but in those situations, he’d actually had control over who he’d been kissing. here, not so much. besides, daisy’s too distracted by her own annoyance to lecture him right now, instead simply sighing. when he reminds her how much longer they have left, she groans, running a hand through her hair. she follows his gaze, watching as more people approach. there’s a guy headed straight for the front of her line, recognises him from a recent night out, remembers the way he’d leered at her from across the bar. “normally I’d be against abandoning your responsibilities,” she tells junhyung. “but honestly? let’s get the fuck out of here.”

there’s a chance they’ll get in trouble for abandoning their posts, but that doesn’t really bother daisy. she’s pretty sure she’s well liked enough to get out of any major consequences, besides, she’d argue that being uncomfortable is a legitimate reason to not want to keep doing this. and she’ll happily cover for junhyung—she feels better about leaving cause she’s not on her own. they’re no way they’re sneaking out of this, but is anyone really going to stop them if they just turn and walk away? “just walk like it’s what you’re supposed to be doing,” she says, not that she expects that to be a problem for junhyung. she turns on her heel and walks with purpose in the opposite direction of the booth, not needing to look back to check that junhyung is following her.

she feels better almost immediately, when they’re far enough away that anyone who might have tried to stop them would have done so already, and she pauses, looking around to get her bearings on where they are on campus. “wanna go to the petting zoo?” she asks, looking back at junhyung. it’s not really a question, since daisy’s not really considering any other option. she’s been wanting to go to the petting zoo since she knew there’d be one, but with being caught up in decorating and then the kissing booth, she hadn’t had a chance to yet. “it’ll be fun,” she promises, already heading in that direction. “plus, if anyone does decide to come yell at us for not being back at the booth, I can’t imagine it would be easy to be too mad at us if we’re holding cute animals.”

daisy is a workaholic. she wouldn’t say that if you asked her, but her friends would. the thing is, she likes working, prefers keeping busy. even when she has a rare day off, can’t just sit and do nothing, it makes her itchy just thinking about it. she’s always been this way, as soon as she could walk she ran, from one end of the apartment to the other, until she’d tired herself out. therein lies the problem, however. sometimes daisy gets so caught up in the moving and the doing and the working, she forgets to pause long enough to take care of herself. 

this week is one of those weeks. the last few if she’s being honest. she’s been sleeping late, waking up early, running on coffee and forgetting to eat half the time. she doesn’t even notice, so used to just pushing through, telling herself she’s fine so much she tricks herself into believing it. so it doesn’t register that she’s running on empty until it’s too late. 

the day starts just like any other. daisy wakes up after barely four hours of sleep, and gets out of bed like it’s nothing. well, almost nothing. her head spins a little when she stands up, but she brushes it off, figuring she just stood up too fast. she has tea for breakfast, and a giant cold brew during her classes. and she means to stop and eat lunch, really truly, but she gets distracted when someone from gardening club catches her with a question, and the next thing she knows they’ve been talking for an hour and she needs to get to work. 

work is busy. she makes coffee and deals with customers and laughs with her co-workers. she ignores the ache in her back and the lightness in her head. she ignores the slight shake in her hand when she picks up her bag at the end of her shift. she ignores the weak feeling in her legs as she starts the walk back to her dorm. she just has to make it home. just has to... and then everything goes black and daisy faints, right into someone’s arms. ( starter for @sgnjoonki​ )

there are upsides to working at fleur cafe, and there are downsides. having < @sgnxjisoo > as a co-worker is definitely an upside. jisoo is newer, but daisy clicked with him almost immediately. it probably helps that she gets along with most people, but she likes the kid, thinks he’s sweet, and—as is generally what happens—she basically adopted him as her work sibling on the spot. shifts with jisoo are always more fun. they have a good vibe going, manage to keep things chill even when there’s a line of customers, and they’re always finding ways to make each other smile. and, when annoying customers decide to come bother them, they have each other’s backs. 

that’s the biggest downside to working at fleur, the karens. it’s a side affect of any customer service job, but that doesn’t make dealing with them any more fun. at the cafe, karens come in all shapes, sizes, and genders, but they’re all equally annoying. daisy was praying for a karen-free shift today. it’s been a long week and she just wants to hang with jisoo and make coffee and get through the day as painlessly as possible. of course, her prayers don’t work. they’re about half way through the shift when a tall, beefy guy marches up to the counter. he has a pissed off expression on his face and daisy sighs, sending a glance jisoo’s way before going up to him. 

daisy can’t explain what drives her here. what it is that has her walking up the stairs from her dorm on gangjeon’s second floor to < @sgnjinhyuk​ >’s on the fourth, late at night, not there just for a friendly chat. truthfully she tries not to think about it too hard. she’s not supposed to be wanting to sleep with a guy and yet... here she is, and not for the first time. she chalks it up to loneliness, that empty feeling that sits in her stomach when she’s left alone in her dorm room, just her and her plants. and jinhyuk is there, objectively attractive. more importantly, he doesn’t judge her (at least not out loud), doesn’t ask questions she doesn’t want to answer, doesn’t even talk at all if he doesn’t have to. it’s easy, as long as daisy doesn’t think about it too hard.

she’s got the hood of her jacket up as she stands in front of jinhyuk’s door. she has to be careful, seungwoo is only a few doors down and she doesn’t want him to catch her. not because she particularly enjoys keeping secrets from her best friend, or that she think he wouldn’t be understanding, but because she hasn’t figured out how to tell him yet. if he sees her, he’ll ask what she’s doing, and she wouldn’t even know where to start. so she hides, digging her left hand deep into her pocket and taking a deep breath as she raises her right one to knock on his door. 

[...]

“Come with me.” Linking arms with her and basically dragging her away. One step at a time. Every time Daisy tried to say something, Seungah holds her finger up to the other. Clearly having no plans listening to any of her excuses as to why she’s been overworking herself again and it’s barely noon. 

“I swear you’re burning the soles of your shoes already and you haven’t even considered taking a sip of water, I’m sure.” Having dragged Daisy away from the bustling crowd, preparing for the festival, Seungah looks around. Finally, with some peace and quiet, she manages to find a bench where she basically sits Daisy down. 

“You’re resting and you’re eating. No buts, Daisy!”

daisy hadn’t meant to forget about breakfast. she’d just had a to-do list of things she had to do before breakfast, that just kept getting things added to it so that, before she knew it, the time she had promised to meet seungah had flown by. the gardening club had ended up primarily being involved in decorations for the spring festival, a task that daisy had taken a lot of onto herself. which has meant that she’s been running around all over campus all morning, making sure everything was perfect. it’s tiring, but she barely even notices she’s so caught up in what she’s doing. she likes this kind of work, enjoys it (much more than she’s sure she’ll enjoy her shift at the kissing booth later, but she’ll deal with that later), and the thought of taking a break doesn’t even cross her mind.

so she’s surprised, for a moment, when she hears seungah call her name, sees her hurry over to her with clear purpose. at first daisy thinks it’s about breakfast, suddenly remembering that she missed it, and there are apologies on her lips, but she doesn’t get them out. seungah’s commands for her to stop has her freezing in her tracks, and now she’s worried that she’s angered her. she racks her brain trying to think of what she might have done to make seungah mad at her cause it seems like something worse than just forgetting a breakfast date.

but then seungah’s linking their arms and dragging her away, and now daisy gets it. she’s trying to make her take a break. daisy tries to protest, but every time she opens her mouth, seungah shushes her with her finger, and eventually she gives up, letting the other girl take charge. daisy should know by now that seungah is stubborn. today she’s decided to make daisy sit down, and that’s probably what she’s going to get, no matter what daisy tries to say.

“I had water!” she manages to say, though even then she’s not sure if that’s true. she feels like she probably would’ve been making sure to stay hydrated, but she also doesn’t remember if she actually had or not. she sits when seungah sits her down, and it takes so much will power not to say but. her mind is already on all the things she still has to do, and she really doesn’t know how long she’s going to be able to stay still for. “okay, fine, but I can’t sit too long there’s still some stuff I need to do.”