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@ccjaehee continued from [here]

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As soon as he heard screaming, he instantly knew something was wrong. Jae watched as a people ran by him, and he glanced in the direction they were coming from. He tried to make his was towards whatever was causing panic, but the tide of people held him back from quickly reaching that destination. Was it a monster? Surely, those rainbow colored heroes could take care of them. But at the same time, maybe the couldn’t.

Just as he thought about channeling his magic to call his weapon to his side, he saw someone being shoved around more so than the rest of the humans. They were like cattle, and he would be laughing if someone wasn’t being half-trampled. He forced his way through the crowd and pulled her close when she was within arms reach. He tried his best to drag her out of the way. It didn’t take much thought before he realized that this person wasn’t magical at all. Why was this a problem? He still hadn’t learned how to talk ‘normally’. It was just a mental block for him. Ingrained in mind was the vocabulary and speech of a century long gone.

Lately, Yura felt, there were more of those magical ballerinas jumping around than usual. Again, she got caught up in a fight and again she won. She was lucky to have the wind powers she did, as those easily took out the heroes. At least the weaker ones, the stronger and more experienced ones were a different story – a very different story as Yuna liked to remember Yura.

With a smirk, she quickly got into a smaller alley and transformed back. But it was too late when she noticed that someone was standing only a couple metres away from her and she could only hope they were a card as well – or a human that would believe her “Huh? Oh that? Ooooh I'm only cosplaying” excuse, without asking too many more questions.

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sejeong rarely... had any fights with her mom, but somehow she managed to crack after often seeing his face around. she and her stepfather never talk like how it should be but after opening her mouth in order to say something that she should have kept to herself- she couldn’t help but crack. last she found herself storming out, just before her stepfather comes home while grabbing her backpack on the way out and managing to tune out her mom.

she honestly disliked days like this. it was annoying, dealing with all this on her own while her dumb brothers are doing their own thing and all that, as usual. why couldn’t they help her? then again, they dealt with a lot of bullshit while sejeong hid behind her mother like a frightened little girl (which she was). her mom was a grown woman, she could have been more smarter in picking out a husband.

she places her palm underneath her chin, her pencil starts moving as she forces herself to finish her studying for chemistry. but she couldn’t simply focus at all, with whatever was on her mind at this moment and how many hours had passed already? two? three? instead, she multi-tasked between studying and sketching in her notebook in a daze. the group who had their shifts tonight definitely watched her with worry and with curiousity but why couldn’t they just mind their own business for a change? 

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there’s beauty in the struggle.

jaewon is a firm believer of it. 

sometimes people just don’t understand anything about him. why he’s like this, why he acts the way he does, why he does the things he does. they don’t know what goes on in his mind, what shapes him into the stoic eagle that he portrays to the world. they just really don’t know.

and it irritates him for people to walk into his space, ask why he doesn’t smile more, say that his smile is so handsome, that he should really just smile more. he hears get over it. he hears that he would be more likable with a smile on his face. a smile isn’t something that he just hands out like a free sample. he believes that smiles should be the entree instead of the appetizer -- something to look forward to instead something to just taste the tip of.

his stomach rumbles. he smiles, the ends of his lips tugged upwards just ever so slightly. “ah, sorry,” he apologizes, “i guess i’m just... hungry.”

jaehee gets him. she understands why he acts the way he does, why he does the things he does. she knows what’s going on in his mind, and he lets her know, because he relates to her so very much. ironic that something so sad can unite people in understanding warmth.

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Sometimes it was such a hassle for the Foresight card to have embodied the appearance of such a handsome human male. And this was one of those moments.

Really, the poor boy did not even get a chance to reject the older lady that was standing outside of a makeup store, handing out flyers and yelling at the top of her lungs about the store having a sale in order to lure people in, when he felt himself being stopped as he tried his best to pass by without getting noticed. Before he can run away, Minki was practically pushed into the store with a shout of “Look at how pretty you are, our makeup will look beautiful on your skin!”. 

He could’ve ran out from there as soon as he stepped (more like tripped) in, but Minki makes eye contact with a female whom he is sure has seen before. It is only when he looks around that he realizes that oh, it IS her. Her face is everywhere in the store—on the walls, posters, and that’s when he realizes that out of all the makeup stores he got dragged into, it was the one the female now models for.