#msuselene

@msuselene

she has to be the most beautiful girl in the entire goddamn universe. 

if it’s not the first words he could’ve sworn came out of his mouth when he’d opened his eyes to find himself not in his dorm room, but rather a hospital bed halfway across campus, it was absolutely the first words that came to mind. the way she looked down at him with her hair cascaded past her shoulders, the slight furrow of her brows and subconscious chewing of her bottom lip — something in him felt like he’d known her for years.

“hi, i’m jeon barom,” he finds himself off the cuff suddenly introducing himself to the pretty girl hovering above him, a stupid smile sneaking its way into his lips; he’s never so impromptu like this, but something about her tells him that she won’t take it badly.

a person who is the center of attention, or in hana's case lack thereof. see also: hana and @msuselene and the tribulations selene goes through to get hana to go to ( one ) party instead of studying her saturday night away. 

halloween is nothing but trivial in hana’s eyes. 

it will come and go much like the days before and exactly like the days going forward. it’s useless to waste energy on such an irrelevant holiday, she thinks, holding her books close to her chest ; lonely steps sound heavy, following her amongst the shadows that dance in the corridor. orange hues trapeze after her with the fading of idle chatter ; an eerie reminder of the wall she has so unremarkably erected between herself and the others. she ignores the itch that trembles in her fingers, opting to pull her books tighter into herself as she reaches her destination. 

the doors are heavy but fall shut to a deafening silence. the mere entrance has the lights from above flickering ; even her sigh sounds out of place in the quiet room. unsurprisingly, hana is the only one there. it was halloween, after all, and it looked like everyone but hana seemed to favor such a holiday.

alas, this was just how it was meant to be. 

( it wouldn’t do her good to dwell on things like that, anyways, she tells herself -- convinces herself, seemingly )

taking a seat at her regular table, a well-lit corner of the library, hidden by the walls of books that she usually gathered around her, she opens her passages she had brought with her -- ready to review them once more for the exams to be held in the upcoming weeks. she already had received her mother’s reminder on the dot -- a painstaking cue to ‘get her act together or else’ was an underlying tone to the owl. it had startled hana to the core and for a moment, she could feel the ache in her cheek begin to swell. 

it acts up again ( despite how much she wills it away ) -- 

@msuselene

as much as all the trips that he has made to the hospital wing might suggest, soohwa doesn’t like to be taken care of, actually hates every and any time he had to go to the hospital wing, even if he claimed he was more than ok or that he’d be ok after finishing this one last assignment because he has a schedule to follow. it’s bad enough that he had rearranged his sunday so he could spend time with hyunki, especially now that they spend most if not all the day together, especially when sometimes hyunki comes over when it’s not a sunday and soohwa ends up not studying as much that day as he usually does — which is good in a way, breaks away his bad routine that is a little inhuman, only if soohwa didn’t feel like he needed to compensate for those “wasted” hours later. 

his point is that he just doesn’t have the time to be collapsing like this, to be wasted not studying, doesn’t have the luxury of a break until his stupidly high goal is met. he’s one of the head students, he graduated in the top 3 of hogwarts, he’s supposed to be the greatest auror in his family yet. he has a reputation to keep, a high gpa to maintain.

or maybe that’s why he’s once again in the hospital wing, laid down in a hospital bed, just waiting for someone to come check up on him. he remembers being on his professor’s office, taking advantage that it’s a quiet place and it’s not everyone who goes there often to finish this paper that was late (for his own standards) and then he just remembers waking up already in the hospital wing. maybe it was the professor themself who brought soohwa or a student who went in to the office possibly looking for some advice or help with some assignment and found him there, had the kind heart to bring him in. 

even if soohwa feels a little embarrassed for showing such a vulnerable side of him, for showing anything that isn’t the strict head student that he is, the toseong grad student can admit that it’s a kind act, probably should try to find them later to show his thanks. 

he is not tactful nor elegant when he stumbles over his words to ask the nurse he’s been crushing on for weeks to go to a concert with him. barom was sure by now that he’d earned a reputation for the most infirmary visits in a two week period ever at mokseong, clocking in a short visit every two days or so to whine his head was (selectively, of course) still hurting and that he needed to see selene, but only selene. it’d been an idea saebom warned him was foolish and clearly would have no traction, but with forsythia’s help of giving him a literal breath of wind knocked out of him every so often there was the possibility he’d be able to align their stars once more.

he’s almost positive the entire admin staff could read through his childish little antics to get closer to the nurse in training, but even if they did know — it wasn’t going to stop him. against everyone’s warnings and tall tale signs that all pointed to THIS ISN’T GOING TO WORK OUT: he’d made it happen.

and it’s again thanks to forsythia, who this time really did a doozy on him. it’d taken barom some time to get back to his senses and think with a clear head, but once he did, there was no way he was going to let the nurse go off to her next patient as easily as he’d done the first time they’d met. 

and from there, when all he could muster with a pounding head and heart was a flustered ‘you wanna go to borealis together some weekend?’ like some freshman would ask, all the pain from his head diminished instantly at her acceptance. barom was almost sure there was something about selene’s magic that made her his personal healer. 

it’s been a couple of times now that they’ve met outside the infirmary, and finally, barom has concluded spending his time purposely injuring himself just to get her attention. each time he sees selene outside of her work uniform, he’s reminded of just how beautiful selene truly is. he’d invited her this time to a concert at borealis. it’d been one of the coldest nights of the the season so far. the shattering wind pierces against his cheeks, illuminating them a light pink that makes barom look as if he’s constantly blushing.