#ji.threads

@v13jaehyung

suji was just going to grab some food when a loud beep came from the alarm systems. “ shit, ” her eyes were flung wide open, staring at the intercoms where the blaring was originating. fuck, those were their system alarms. immediately, she patches herself in with jaehyung, trying to connect with him. suji begins sprinting away from the leisure area of the spacecraft, simultaneously pulling up her holoscreen from her bracelet with a swipe. her eyes zones in on the flashing warning signs of their systems. “ jay! jaehyung, you there? ross just went out! ” she has a million thoughts going through her head. how and when did it break? she starts calculating the numbers in her head: by volume, mass of oxygen, toxicity levels of carbon dioxide, and 23 people inhaling the average 7 liters of air per minute.

out of breath by the time she reaches the controls room, suji pounds her hand on the detector to open the door. ( i ought to make a portable holo-hoverboard, suji thinks and files that away. ) the only flaw on this whole magnificent spacecraft was that it was too goddamn huge. luckily, its large volume would also be their savior. heading straight for the controls, she slams her palm on the annoying alarm to dismiss it for another hour. she’s not a total fool to shut it off. that’s like ripping out your smoke alarm after one incident.

her fingers reaches for the crew intercoms, all lovely tongues and political manners flew out the window in a time of seriousness. “ everyone, ross– i mean, the visros just went down. there’s no need for panic now–it’s the fucking CO2 to oxygen filter, idiot. no, nobody’s dying yet— ” her breath caught in her throat as she spotted jaehyung coming in, “ at least not for a long while. this boat is huge–listen, we’ll fix it. i promise. ”

@v13siwoo

she finds herself heading down the hallway that she usually avoids, her ankle pulsing pricks with every step. suji slinks across to the doorway of the infirmary. there’s no trouble here yet. her instincts always told her when there was. still, her eyes dart to both sides of the hall. it’s lunchtime and siwoo should be gone. and she couldn’t bear walking with the pain anymore. suji had injured herself during training in the morning and it had felt like a sprain, now it’s bruising blues and purple. so she had devised a plan to sneak into her infirmary.

hesitantly, she pushes the door open by a few inches first, eyes arching when it wasn’t locked. suji snickered at this, “ idiot. ” sticking her head closely to the gap, her eyes scan through what she can. nobody there. lighting up, suji throws the door open, celebrating when it slams against the wall with a harsh thump. that asshole siwoo can deal with a scratch on the wall. if she wasn’t in pain, she might just have trashed the infirmary just to spite him. making a beeline for the medicine cabinet, her eyes scroll through all the bottles and vials. goddamit, why is it all labeled in complex names? she doesn’t even know what to take for some pain reliever. what kind of idiot has a complicated system like this? foregoing any pills, suji pulls on all the drawers. “ there’s gotta be a fast compress somewhere, ” she mutters, rifling through all the trays and equipment.

@V13SIYOUNG

of all the places that could’ve been a choice, it’s VANTA that siyoung is landed with. suji takes well to newcomers usually. she prides herself as an engineer of the great beauty of this spacecraft. how could she not, when its sleek design, magnificent curves, and powerful systems were hand by hand put in place by jaehyung and suji. it was a lil old thing when jaewon had come around and picked her up with it, but piece by piece the two engineers had built it up, meant for glory and greatness.

so she finds siyoung interesting, hilarious really. she is like a bumbling child, too afraid of the unknown and the whole ship is the unknown. there’s a cautious curiosity and a frightful reaction, something suji can’t help but snicker at. so she’s planted herself by siyoung in the dining room, wondering if there’s any technology in this room that siyoung could possibly fumble with.

@v13yang

in the holding garage, she’s dragging junyang by the sleeve; the force tugging him along with her by all means. the high ceilings echo with the sound of their rushing to the vehicles. “ don’t you think you should treat yourself? ” suji asks, not really caring for a response. she has one door open and shoves junyang headfirst into the hovercar to deploy out. she’s almost manic when she giggles, seated in the driver’s seat next to him. hands on the wheel, a rush of giddiness swirls up when she starts the engine when she hears the faint motors running. 

“ you need new clothes, ” she mentions offhand as the reason for this trip. she presses for the garage to open and without warning, promptly stomps on the pedal. of course, the car lurches forward before– “ ah! ” the car comes to a sudden halt. two bodies thrown off balance. suji seems dismissive of her extreme motions or their safety. her first reaction is reaching in front of him to pop open the glove compartment. confirming the goods, she nods to herself. inside, two guns are innocently nestled in the back.

returning to her previous position, she grins again with fingers clenched around the wheel. only this time, she does ask, “ ready to go? ”