❛ RADIANCE.

sgnxwoojin​:

@sgndanbi

woojin tilted his head from left to right and shoke the fist he had just slammed against the wall. he was still agitated from the confrontation with koo iseul just moments ago, but it was simply too tiring to run after him and get him, when he could easily take on him next time. as long as he was at seongnam he wouldn't be able to escape. woojin was like a wolf, waiting for its prey to get tired before attacking. the man with the hazel eyes would soon break down.

it was lunch time, and most students were busy filling their stomaches before getting back to their studies, so campus was calmer than usual and his agitation slowly faded away. until he felt the eyes of someone on him and after turning around to see if he could help them, he noticed danbi whose facial expression he couldn't quite identify. did she had a problem with him, he wondered, as he frowned at her for a moment. putting on his usual friendly front, he came closer and greeted her in a friendly and polite manner.

"hello, danbi. is everything alright? can i help you with anything?"

it's in her blood, that's what her parents tell her all the time. that sense of righteousneses, the need to uphold morality and right the wrongs, all of that runs in her bloodstreams, fuelled by generations and generations of commitment to being advocates for what is just and fair. so maybe it's not much of a surprise that danbi is so prone to sticking her nose where it doesn't belong and getting involved in other people's businesses when she sees something she deems to be morally wrong happening.

it's what she would do for a stranger, and even more so for a friend, which is why when she comes across an altercation between woojin and iseul, she couldn't help but to intervene. even more so when she realises how sickeningly phoney woojin is, with how he makes a pretence of being some sort of noble, gentlemanly, polished man when in fact, he's cunning, manipulative. danbi has never been as perceptive as many of her friends are, but she saw for herself, woojin's complete change in demeanour just moments ago.

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sgnxiseul​:

responding to girls especially after a cinth party has never been a big part of iseul’s life before. he always got attention because of his looks, but then again, most often realised that he slinked away inbetween breaks or basically whenever he could make his escape. iseul didn’t like parties. for god’s sake, there were so many other things that he could do. like for instance, studying in the library. and keeping to himself to ensure that he wouldn’t get smacked around by one of woojin’s minions again. besides, he wasn’t really looking for a relationship, or for a girl’s heart to break. 

so when danbi suddenly pops out of nowhere, iseul nearly screams, just barely catching himself as he pats his chest to calm his racing heart, pupils blown wide and breath slightly hitched as he pauses slightly over his bike, a slightly embarrassed smile flickering across his lips as he notes her enthusiasm. “it’s..not that great.” he flushes across his cheeks as a hand raises to run through his hair, a nervous chuckle bubbling from his lips. he had been so sure that he’d parked his motorbike in the most inconspicuous place ever known to all cinth men, only for danbi to chance upon him just as he was getting ready to sneak away. 

the way she had bounced ever so excitedly upon seeing his motorbike pickled a sense of bitter sadness within his chest just as it did recall fond and sweet memories of his effervescent younger sibling–or rather, woojin’s younger sister now. he shook his head slightly, a slight twist at the corners of his mouth as his lips slid upwards in a slight smile, tossing danbi the other helmet that he had always kept in the storage compartment of his bike. 

“wear that properly and i can take you for a ride.” his cold eyes soften just a little at the smile on her face, a small but breathy chuckle bubbling from his lips before fading away. “i’m sure there’s a lot of people who have motorbikes that are far cooler than i am, danbi.” he brushes his hair lightly out of his eyes, blinking slightly up at the brighter light that the girl was basking in. “i was planning to go for a nice ride anyway, having another for company isn’t too bad a thought at all. did you have anywhere that you wanted to go? or shall we just aimlessly drive?” he grinned slightly at the thought, putting down his guard for a rare moment to smile at danbi. “ah, that’s right. need some help with that?” he pointed slightly to the helmet that he had tossed her. “i forgot to ask if you’ve..you know, ridden a motorbike before. and its kinda heavy too, if you get what i mean.” he rambles unconsciously, flushing heatedly as he shuffled slightly in place. 

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some people are secretive and have mastered the art of keeping their thoughts and emotions locked up in a treasure chest hidden deep within themselves, while others wear their hearts on their sleeves, easily divulging whatever is going on inside their heads to anyone who cares to stop and look. jo danbi definitely belongs to the latter group, and judging by the scarlet tint emerging on iseul's cheeks right now, she's pretty convinced that he, too, has absolutely no idea how to be anything but unvarnished.

maybe that's why she warms up to him instantly, despite having been practically strangers with him before tonight, and she's already all prepared to embark on what might be a perilous journey ( motorbikes are fraught with danger, okay??? ) with him. “what do you mean it's not that great, i've never had a friend that has a motorbike, so that makes you the coolest friend i have now!” she asserts with wide eyes and an eager grin. she barely catches the helmet that he tosses her way, with her slow reflexes, and her grin turns sheepish as she mutters a soft “oops”.

turning the helmet around in her hands, she takes a moment to inspect it and figure out how exactly it should be worn, before putting it on. “am i doing this right?” pursing her lips questioningly, she turns to face iseul before a soft laugh escapes her at how embarrassed he seems to be about this. “i'm sure there are cooler people, of course, but none of them are my friend like you are!” she replies, a bright spark of enthusiasm in her eye, as she hums thoughtfully in response to his following question. “we could go for an aimless drive, i don't mind going anywhere! or if you have any places you frequent that you're willing to share with me, that works too!”

with a shake of her head, she slips on to the back of the motorbike. “i haven't ridden one before, but it's okay that it's heavy! it's not like that thing is going to be falling on me anyway... right?” she jests, eyes narrowing playfully at the other, but it quickly gives way to a smile again as she continues to joke with him. “because you’ll make sure that i’m safe? i’m trusting you with my life here, so just know that if i die, it’s on you.”

hi there everyone!!! i’m a little late to this, but still hella excited, sooo — this is an official plot call from me to you for the dahlia masquerade ball !! danbi is dahlia social chair, which also means that she would have been in charge of organising the ball and she will probably be aaall over the place, just a panicky mess in general since it would probably be her first time with such a large-scale event. 

anyways, i know that i’m pretty baaad at replying to ims and i always have a ton of them to get to, but i’m trying my best i promise !! so if you’d like to get something done with danbi for this event ( whether we’ve already got a thread together or not ), just hit the like button and i’ll hop on over to your ims! i’m dropping some plot ideas under the cut too, so if anything catches your fancy, just let me know! <33

p.s.: if you’ve got discord, that works a hundred times better for me because we all know tumblr ims suck, so if you’d rather plot on there i would be super glad to do so too ; o ; just let me know and i’ll hit you up over there!

jnhyng: pls u KNOW I always put u first 😒 jnhyng: what girls??? u’re my fav girl 🤪🤪 jnhyng: do u know how hard it is to keep up a snap streak??! jnhyng: n yet I’m doing it everyday just for u!!! jnhyng: SETTLING??!!??! excUSE ME jnhyng: u wld be lucky if I was ever stupid enough to CONSIDER u 😤😤

> > > > > outgoing snapchat to danbi ♡ ! 

yooabelle: if he’s not cha eunwoo cute then he’s not worth it.  yooabelle: fjaldjfd I’M KIDDING. I’M KIDDING. kang daniel is cute and charming, so yes, if someone looks like him that’s pretty cool too.  yooabelle:  ah… my dear, you don’t understand. some serial killers out there will use their good looks to gain your trust before they do anything. also??? you guys were in the library it’s not like he’s going to do anything in public.  yooabelle: but i’m just being pessimistic. what are you going to do? are you going to keep texting him?  

sgnsunwoo​:

    Though prone towards romanticized reminiscence, it was with wary eyes, that Sunwoo scanned familiar streets. Only the comforting presence of his companions, arguably the most influential folks in his life since middle school days, was helping him maintain a summertime relaxed air. The ghosts of anxiety long past were resisting his good vibes mentality with all they had, but he was going to walk down memory lane and he was going to have fun so help him!

How much they’d grown? “Ah,” fingers linked behind his head while he hung back a step. “Some of us more than others.” Fond gaze studied them, easily able to conjure the familiar forms he’d tagged along behind in his mind’s eye. Sunwoo could feel a groan coming with every atom of his being when Junhyung naturally went after their heights. Still, affectionate amusement flirted with corners of his lips.

“If we line up just right we look like those little bars in the corner of phones. I think it’s perfect! Nobody better grow anymore and mess with our reception,” he cautioned, playful twinkle in dark eyes. Truthfully, he hadn’t been all that excited when he’d stolen a few centimeters on @sgndanbi​. Not like it had done him much good.

Silly as it was, he took their easy joking as a sign that everything would be okay. Though the bad memories were poignant, there had been many more good ones. He’d be fine as long as they were together.

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sunwoo's remark, along with the uncharacteristic hesitation and worry emanating from all around him doesn't slip danbi by, she has long learned to be attuned to the things that he never vocalizes. ever since they were kids, it had always been the silent chaos raging on within his head that matters most. and how could she be sunwoo's very own little protector if she couldn't even pick up on the simple nuances like these, right? but she decides that it's probably best for him to feel it all on his own right now and so she leaves him to it, knowing that they’re no longer the kids they once were and that he's grown a lot since then. even just being here with them right now is evidence of the courage and the man he’s grown into.

she only turns back to him when he cracks a joke, laughter bubbling over at it, and she reaches out to pull him over so he's walking alongside them once more. “yeah, we’re definitely getting the best connection at this height. it’s why our hearts are so linked, right?” a sheepish grin graces her lips at the cheesy remark she has just made, and she bumps her hips against junhyung’s, then sunwoo’s. “besides, i don’t think i could grow even if i tried! i’m just stuck here forever. and no, this is not an invitation for those ‘how’s the weather down there because it's amazing up here’ jokes.” she adds, sending a playful glare in @sgnjunhyung​’s direction.

as they draw closer to their school, all the fogged up memories gradually get clearer and clearer, and it strikes danbi that it might be a little strange to think of just how different each of their experiences were on these streets, at this very spot where they now stand looking in, past chained gates. but she supposes that’s what makes the three of them extra special, like their friendship had somehow been divinely preordained, because they always somehow seem to perfectly fill up the empty spaces in each other's lives. “hey, look, we’re here! i think it’s closed though?” a pout surfaces on danbi’s lips as she takes in the still atmosphere of the school, standing on the tip of her toes to get a better look past the gate. “that’s too bad, i don’t think we can get in. i guess we’ll just have to settle with looking from here.”

sgnseungwoo​:

     he chuckles softly at his cousin’s flippant words. the words are cheesy, but it still means a lot to him because he knows that danbi means them, every word. his expression is fond, and as he carries the dish over to the table, he drops a kiss on her head. “you’re so sweet,” he murmurs softly. he doesn’t really have that many words that he can use right now, finding himself somewhat at a loss, but he hopes that she understands his thoughts and more than what his words can express. 

     he can sense danbi stiffening at her faux pas and he smiles a little sadly to himself, shaking his head, his free arm wrapping around her waist when she scoots closer to him. “it’s okay, 이쁘니. it’s not a big deal,” he reassures her and he knows that it’s something fairly easy to forget, especially when he’s new to the medication and certainly hadn’t had a problem with drinking alcohol before. 

     he lets her set the table, quietly sitting down in his chair and he exhales, feeling rather as though he’s still drained of energy. even just talking to his cousin, cooking, and doing all the normal everyday things have made him tired. he shudders to think about how the pier and a movie is going to leave him, but he doesn’t really have much choice in the matter. danbi won’t take no for an answer, and seungwoo knows that he needs to let her drag him out of his apartment, or he’ll let his thoughts get away from him. 

the gradual dwindling of vitality in seungwoo's tone doesn't go unnoticed by danbi, and it's when she picks up on this that she knows there's an oncoming lull in his state of mind. though it’s not like she doesn’t know that it's unavoidable, even with how well he seemed to be doing when she had first seen him today. yet it still leaves her feeling slightly dispirited and she wonders if it’s something she did, if it’s her fault for bringing up things she shouldn’t have, though she guesses that much is inevitable as well.

even still, it’s seungwoo she’s here for today, and she knows very well that she can’t afford to spare too much time nor effort on feeling bad like this. so, with a soft inhale of a breath, she composes herself again, quickly putting on a bright smile once more when her cousin comes over to the dining table where she’s seated. “mm, it really does smell so good!” she enthuses, animatedly taking in a deep breath as she clasps her hands together, an excited smile settling upon her lips. “let’s dig in!”

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Hearing Danbi’s supportive words make him smile, she was always so positive in doing so, that he couldn’t help but feel lighter whenever he may have been feeling weighed down before.  “Ah, maybe you should come be our coach, you take these things a lot better than he does,” he laughs, “plus you’d look way better in the uniform than he does.”  The idea that the managers of the baseball team had to wear the same uniform the players did always made him laugh.  They didn’t do that in any other sports, he wondered what it was about baseball that made them do it. He’d have to look that up sometime.

Her being playful only makes him smile more, and he shakes his head quickly.  “I didn’t know that!  Now I’ve got to make sure I’m not thinking anything I don’t want you to know!” he joked, as if he was going to project images into her mind that she shouldn’t see.  “Me? Oh, alright, if I have to…” Matthew never flaunted the money he came from, that just wasn’t the kind of guy he was, but he definitely couldn’t see a better use of his parent’s money than buying himself and his friends some great food.

He knew that even if they were just joking around, he did feel bad about not being around as much.  Baseball took up a lot of his time and then once that was over, football would come.  He usually had more time during that season though, one game a week typically instead of three or four like most weeks in baseball.  “Whoa! Do you have a license for those guns?” he asks, grinning at the muscle she made.  “I’ll have my pride hurt if you come to the gym and out-lift me,” he says, playing along.  “Oh, you know me, I’m always working hard, but I’m not sure about overworking.  Then again, I’m not always the best judge of that.  I’m not hurting or over-tired or anything, drinking lots of fluids… and yes, most of that is water, despite how you’ve seen me sometimes,” he laughs more, knowing his reputation for partying.

giving a soft, airy laugh, danbi is quick to shake her head at the idea that matthew proposes. “with all those balls flying around? no way, that scares me to no end. i think i'd be too busy fearing for my life to do anything else at all.” she waves a hand dismissively and even feigns a shudder, just to drive her point across, though her usual wide impish grin follows soon after. “i don't even want to ask what it is that you don't want me to know...” she jokes, and as the jesting carries on throughout their conversation, she realises that this might just be what she likes most about hanging out with matthew. she always feels at ease with him, and she just knows that she will have a pleasant time when she's hanging out with him.

until she hears about how much he's overworking himself, that is. clicking her tongue against the top of her mouth in disapproval, she wags a finger at him. “still, you have to take care of yourself more! staying hydrated isn't the only type of self-care you need to practice. you should get more rest and do things other than sports, too.” she softly chastises him, but it's all out of goodwill, and she knows that he's well aware of it too. she just hopes that one day, he'll finally listen well to her and actually take her advice, instead of working himself too hard like he's so prone to doing.

the barbecue restaurant she had planned to bring him to is in sight now, and she points an index finger towards it as they draw closer and closer. “we're going to that one! do you see how many people are queuing up for it? there's always a queue outside like this, so you know it's good!” she affirms with a nod and a wide grin, excited to finally get some food into their bellies. when they reach the doorstep of the restaurant, she opens the door for matthew, and her grin never leaves her face as she follows after him. even if it's just hanging out at a barbecue restaurant with matthew, she has no doubts that she will have a delightful time tonight. no matter how tired he is, he still never fails to be bright and cheery, and that always lifts her spirits up as well. with the laughter in the air and the merry atmosphere surrounding them, she's sure that tonight won't be any different.

sgnjongin​:

@sgndanbi

jongin doesn’t even have to try the key he’s had made of yoori’s door to know the lock has been changed, to know she’s definitely switched things out by now and he shouldn’t even bother testing it as he approaches the door. during the days when he and yoori don’t loathe each other too entirely and they can have civil, levelheaded conversations, she doesn’t seem to mind too much that he can come into her apartment and leave stuff for her. she knows he’s not going to hurt her or give her anything to worry about (if he was still a teenager, he might have left her a bucket of spiders or something, but that’s a prank he hasn’t employed for years now).

but at the moment, they are not in that socially mellow place, having just fought and yelled at each other during the drive over to dinner with his parents’ house, a few days ago. she’s not answering any of his calls and he’s not about to apologize for calling her friends nosy, ugly bitches. they are. he’s not going to tell her they’re not. he and yoori have an honesty clause in their relationship– he’s not about to start lying to her now.

so he doesn’t even bother with the spare key as he steps up to her door, kneeling down in front of it instead, with a bobby pin and an unwired paperclip. it’s an easy enough maneuver, one he’s done before, but he’s surprised to find the lights already on inside as soon as it pops and creeks open. danbi still has class, doesn’t she? and he already knows yoori isn’t here. he steps into the main room, opening his mouth to say something–

there have long been chilling rumours of supernatural beings that roam the hallways on campus when night falls, but as blood-curdling as some of these tales can get, danbi has never really been too affected by what she hears. things like demons and ghosts are nowhere near as terrifying as some people can be, and instead of worrying about the many myths surrounding the supernatural, danbi truly believes that the danger of living on campus comes from people instead. people like the ones who try to break into your room. with the audacity to do so in the middle of the day, at that.

usually she would be blasting music as she studies, but yoori has been telling her that she should try studying without the deafening music for quite a while now, so she's trying it out, figuring that it might be helpful to listen to yoori when it comes to studying. it’s the only reason she easily picks up on the faint sound of the lock being picked. danbi likes to think that with all the time she's spent coming up with elaborate plans on what she would do if some sort of criminal tries to break into her room, she would be more than prepared in an event like this. but it's jo danbi, and the immediate internal panic that ensues stops her from even remembering her carefully thought out plan to call the campus police and stack chairs against the door so the criminal can't enter. all she ends up doing is pick up the first heavy object she sees — which happens to be a frying pan — and wait behind the door in ambush.

sgntaeho​:

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unfortunately he has too little left in the bullshit tank (having burned most of the fuel story telling…) to keep pretending so stubbornly that he isn’t fond of her company, even at this hour of day. his arms flop back down to his sides, and his indifferent facade fails him as he suddenly breaks into a broad grin, unrestrained this time. “but i suppose i can’t let you become the phantom’s next casualty, huh?” he says with a wiggle of the brows. “don’t worry, i got you.” he’s not sure when the appropriate time would be to tell her that he’s been scamming her for the past 20 minutes… maybe never. anyways, now that he’s committed to staying by her side, he doesn’t really know what they’re supposed to do. but he does know that he hates awkward silences and has to say something – was it even awkward in the first place though? to be fair, it could just be him who’s feeling strangely dodgy about this. clearing his throat, he speaks up again. “can we relocate somewhere else though? i feel like i’ve inhaled enough smoke for the entire year. plus it’s getting a little toasty,” he admits, kicking at the stones bordering the fire pit. he’s not really sure where he’s going with this. he pauses, glances over at her attentively, and hesitates yet again before just letting loose whatever may come out of his mouth. “um, do you maybe want to… go see the stars or something?”

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how quickly the tables have turned — just minutes ago she had been delighting in the kick she gets out of inching her way past taeho's grouchy exterior shell, and now she's cowering in her seat. it might even be a little funny to her, if she wasn't so busy freaking out internally over the idea of some bloodthirsty beast wandering the compounds. still, she manages to give a feeble chuckle in response to his quip. “hey, i feel like tonight, it's kind of your fault that we're not getting to sleep.” she says jokingly, the corner of her mouth quirking up into a small smile. despite the tongue-in-cheek remark though, she is quite aware that it's mostly her fault, for pressing on even when she knew it was going to be one of those spooky campfire stories, but unknowingly losing track of herself seems to be something that happens whenever she finds herself around taeho now.

her smile quickly fades into a small pout, at the disappointment that arises from what sounds to her like an explanation for his reluctance to stay, but she supposes that she shouldn't have expected him to agree in the first place. yet, just as she's about to tell him that it's okay and he should go rest if he needs to, he actually agrees to stay with her, and she perks up almost instantly. “really? oh, thank god, i thought you were really going to leave me alone.” a sigh of relief escapes her, and she can't help but to mirror the grin that now rests upon his features, in part because she's relieved and happy that he's not leaving her to her own devices in this sinister godforsaken place, but also because seeing taeho grinning like that is such a rare occurrence that it feels like stumbling across a treasure chest full of gold. something about this sight has a sort of emotion tugging at her heart too, but she brushes it aside before she has the time to consider what exactly it is.

besides, at his following suggestion, so much excitement bubbles up within her that it suppresses all the other emotions anyway. “oh, yes, of course we can! let's go now!” she exclaims loudly, immediately leaping to her feet. her usual brilliant grin now slowly returning to her, danbi reaches out to tug on his arm and pull him along as she turns to walk away from their spot, wanting to put as much distance between them and that place as possible, in hopes that it might help her forget about her fear. “seeing the stars is always a good idea, even if there might be a vicious monster running around. but hey, you'll protect me if anything happens, right?” she asks with a playful nudge at his side and a tinge of jest in her tone, though she looks at him with wide, hopeful eyes. “i heard there will be a meteor shower tonight too, do you think we’ll get to see it?”