#cvwheein

@cvwheein:

Concentration.

That would have been what Jung Taekwoon took pride in regarding his work—not many could match his speed and accuracy when it comes to brewing drinks, but when one subconsciously felt a contemplating gaze directed towards their direction all the time while they weren’t looking, well... let’s just say that even the god of concentration (he rarely talks when he’s working after all) would’ve been disturbed.

Not that he has anything against it (or that he should have had something against it, either). He could say he had gotten a little bit too used to being watched, but it was unnerving nevertheless. The gaze of the female working mere centimeters away from him was subtle, but Taekwoon felt it anyway; it’s just that he pretended not to know. She’d always look away when he turned towards her, as if not wanting to get caught staring.

At first.

It was when he finally got to make his twenty-fifth cup that day that their hands brushed against each other, and although he had continued working as if nothing had happened, he could feel her eyes on him again.

Between very subtly annoyed, mildly intrigued, and modestly curious, he turned his head and returned the look—and surprisingly caught her this time.

@cvwheein

studying and more studying and even more studying;

they’ve been sitting here for quite a while, only the unforgiving silence of the library around them. there’s the occasional sound of a pencil dropping onto the floor and a page of a book being turned, but that’s all, kind of. and it’s something baekhyun can hardly take. he’s aware that he was the one asking wheein to explain him this one chapter for dream arts – despite the fact that the girl doesn’t even take this class herself – but it’s something he just can’t take.

baekhyun’s concentration is long gone, his mind not even able to focus on the words on the page and he’s sure that he won’t get another bit of his coursework done like this.

he drops the pen out of his hands and onto the book, stretching his arms above his head before leaning back into his chair. his eyes are on the other, diligently working on her own things and baekhyun isn’t sure how she manages to do that; he kind of wants to ask her, maybe, she could tell him her secrets but it’s probably mainly the fact that she doesn’t have to deal with any problems regarding her concentration.

sns meme (status: accepting!!)

✿ | how is the person who sent this ask saved in your muses’ phone +

✉ | send at least one text to the sender of the ask

[ → wheein 🌸 ]: i saw you in the courtyard earlier but couldn’t stop to say hi

[ → wheein 🌸 ]: so i’m gonna text you to tell you that your hair looks amazing!

✖ | leave a drunken voicemail

“mum? it’s me, jiho.”

honestly, it feels awfully embarrassing to be calling her mother for such a reason: to admit to the failure of her coven and to complain, both of which her mother will surely not be too fond of. still, jiho feels the need to tell her about what’s going on in the coven that is so close to her heart still, after years of her graduation from baridegi. 

“ah, yeah, i’m good! wheein is, too,” she answers quickly and confidently to the cliché questions every mother instinctively asks when her daughter calls her. jiho hesitates a little, a short silence wrapping the line before she finally lets out a sigh and just blurts, “mum, the order screwed up.”

she sounds surprised; not quite understanding her daughter’s words.

“what do i mean? ah– i mean that you know how we are involved in demon stuff... and some of the members wanted to conjure some demon to negotiate with them but they failed and managed to summon some spider creature... mum, it was really ugly... i was there to witness it...” she trails off as a shiver shakes her body, images of that night popping up in her head but she forces them to evaporate.

@cvwheein

How do you fix a mistake?

First, you need to acknowledge that one was made. Then you need to acknowledge that you were at fault and then you need to eventually come around and apologize for it.

Dating Jiho wasn’t a mistake, but breaking up with her probably was. It couldn’t be helped though, is what he kept telling himself. He had to do it, it was better this way. Of course, no one shared the same sentiment and he had managed to hurt more than one person in the process.

Wheein wasn’t necessarily a good friend by any means, but Jongdae was certainly very aware of her. He had known her even before Jiho had come into the picture, and dated her not knowing they were sisters. What a shock that was. He half expected Wheein to talk her sister out of dating him, he hadn’t ever left the greatest impression but surprisingly didn’t hear anything of that.

In the time that he was with Jiho, it seemed only natural that he would get to know Wheein a bit better. He certainly admired her for striving to be the best role model and best friend to his at the time girlfriend and he admittedly enjoyed sharing conversation with her between classes now and then. So it was only natural that when things fractured between him and Jiho it did between Wheein as well. She deserved an apology as much as her sister did.

So here he was, standing outside her door. Minutes had passed as he stood there, thinking if he should or shouldn’t. He could walk away and nothing will change, or he could stay and try to talk to her and maybe things will be better between them. Maybe. It had been over a year already and any apologies he should have given were probably overdue at this rate.

“sowon and wheein, seems like it’s your turn!”

finally, it’s her turn. they’ve been playing this damned game for almost an hour but there are so many of them that the odds of sowon being the chosen one for the next round are relatively low – or were, up until now.

honestly, she has no idea who this wheein is; but she can pick up as much that she must be the rather attractive blonde who’s getting up at this moment, probably preparing to start her own seven minutes of heaven with her pair, who just happens to be sowon. she’s positive that they never even exchanged a single word, but that just makes everything a lot more exciting! sowon always enjoys getting to know new people, especially so if they had been blessed with such mesmerizing looks as wheein had.

another day, another shift at the cafe. at first it hadn’t been too busy, the afternoon rush having died down, students heading off to afternoon lessons and leaving the cafe quiet, occupied by the few older students who had a free period. mj was glad his shift started after everything slowed down, grateful for the peace and quiet, if only for a few hours before the inevitable evening scrimmage - students rushing in for their last coffee to keep them going through their studying and homework.

it had already been a few hours of making the odd coffee here and there, and thankfully he had wheein to keep him company - he’s not sure he’d be able to stand it if she wasn’t there with him, someone he could easily talk to. however as the end of the school day came and mj could swear he could hear the stampede of feet heading for the cafe, he took a deep breath, sent a glance over to wheein, a sort of good luck, then took his position at the counter and waited for the inevitable chaos.

it came too soon, the orders flying in and mj’s hands fumbling with cups and milk cartons and knobs and buttons, trying not to mess anything up. he was turning to grab another milk carton from the refrigerator when he felt someone grab the strap at the back of his apron, tugging him backwards. head whipping round he found an impatient customer reaching over the counter with a frown on their face, their knuckles digging into the small of his back.

“hey! can’t you be faster? some of us have studying to do!”

he couldn’t focus on the words though, all he felt was the touch to his back, the painful shivers it sent up his spine, and the sudden tensing of his entire body. he could feel it consume him, the sudden memories of hands hitting and pushing and pulling.

it seemed like centuries before he was able to move, tugging himself free of the grip the customer had on him, the empty milk carton in his hand dropping to the floor. he didn’t think as he began to hurriedly walk towards the store room behind the counters and workstations, trying to ignore the way his chest was constricting, and his brain whirring, his hands clenching into fists as he felt his heartbeat spike.

shutting the door behind him he practically fell into the corner of the room, curling his knees to his chest and squeezing his eyes shut. he could still feel the touch to his back, could still feel the fear and the overwhelming inability to take a proper breath. what if he actually suffocated this time? what if this wasn’t even a panic attack- what if he was having a real heart attack?

the thought only made his heartbeat quicken, tears pricking at his eyes as he felt himself losing control of the situation - he’d thought he had a hold on these,  whatever these were, but what if he was dying this time?

he felt like he might be.

@cvwheein

seulgi so often makes her life more complicated than it needs to be, in one way or another. it seems to be something innate in her that she cannot control, a fire that rages in her chest and threatens to consume. she’s been through therapy and received diagnosis after diagnosis for what, it would turn out later, was probably part of the struggle of having a crazy set of parents, a proclivity to anxiety and mental instability, and the struggle of coming into her magic at a relatively young age. 

as the seventh daughter of a seventh daughter of a long and powerful line of witches the expectations laden on slender shoulders were immense. she was supposed to be this pinnacle of might, redoubled power, brilliant and of course she ought to be beautiful and perfectly behaved and charming and clever on top of all that. obviously this didn’t pan out quite perfectly, leading to her essential exile and, eventually, to baridegi. that, at least, was a blessing.