#seongwoobin

Himchan had been running around like a mad man at Minah's party. He walked around the party lost from his friends. He ran into familiar people but he never saw the people he was originally with. Everyone at the party was dressed so wonderfully. As he walked around he couldn't help but notice how everyone looked like they were celebrities or something. "Where was Yongguk? And Minah?" He asked himself. Himchan continued to wonder around aimlessly until he finally gave up. These punks were really good at avoiding him.

Eunjung had decided long ago that she didn’t care enough to look for her birth parents. Why? They had given her up when she was a baby, why would they possibly want her in their lives now as an adult? And why would she want people in her life that had once abandoned her so long ago? She couldn’t even know if they were still alive or together. Recent events had, however, made her have second thoughts about all of this. Her adoptive father had recently disowned her for reasons that she absolutely hated to think about.

Aside from her boyfriend and the rest of her crew, Eunjung felt incredibly alone in the world.

On a whim a few days prior, Eunjung had found her way to an office where she could try and locate her birth parents. She hadn’t really known what to expect, but it was definitely not what ended up happening. The people there ended up being rude, telling her that it had been too long for them to be able to track down the files. After nearly an hour of insisting, one of the interns had come out with a picture with a name written on the back and they kicked her out the door with it. The picture was of the woman who had been her birth mother.

She really wasn’t all that sure what to do with the new information. Was it enough for her to at least know what she looked like? It wasn’t hard to guess that the two of them were definitely related by blood, she shared some of the same features as the woman. Had this woman ever given her a different name or had she been a nameless baby when she had gone up for adoption? She had so many questions but too much anxiety to delve too much further into the situation at the moment.

I Prefer Blue: Paint in your hair, you don’t play ‘fair’; our muses are painting some rooms in the house, a debate between which hue ensues, and ends in an all out paint-war.

Kibum isn’t sure as to how it happened, as much as why it did. Some childish spat over which shade of blue looked most like the sky (during which he claimed Woobin had no right to say because he is just a business major, purposely ignoring the fact he is himself) and the next minute they were flinging paint at each other, walls forgotten, radio playing generic pop songs that was defened by their laughter.

It ends with Woobin pinned to the floor, clothes and hair destroyed by too many colours to count, and Kibum straddling above him in no better condition. 

"This is oil based, right?" Woobin asks once the younger’s obnoxious cackling settles, hands resting casually on his hips.

"He asks when it’s already too late." Comes the reply, followed by a snort. "But yeah, we’re safe."

From here Kibum has a perfect view of his friend’s body, and shamelessly rakes his eyes from face to torso. It’s nothing new for him to stare, nor is it for him to unbutton and push away the annoying clothing so he may dance his fingers across the warm skin hidden underneath. His paint stained fingers do bring a new pleasure however, leaving a trail of blue wherever they roam, and Kibum likes the sight so much he dips his fingers in the nearest paint can and decorates more of Woobin’s sculpted torso with the right shade of blue. The elder doesn’t protest, as if he has a choice either way.

"I guessing you didn’t just call me here to move furniture." Woobin watches the younger in amusement, as if he hadn’t figured the moment Kibum called.

"Well, you do make quite the canvas." He replies, gaze playful and smile hinting. They talk a while longer until Kibum is satisfied with his ‘painting’, gesturing the other to sit up. "Look at my art."

Something about water was always cleared the mind. It was like a spell slipped over her as she glided through the clear moonlit pool. Her troubles always dripped away. Puff was just taking a relaxing dip in the pool, the moon shining bright above her in the dark room. When she was alone, she would turn the pool lights off and just relax, staring up at the moon from under the water. 

Puff sighed to herself as she realized she had to get out of the pool and go home to study. Quickly, she swims back up to the top of the pool, beads of water dripping off of her as she scurries for a towel. Normally, sneaking into the pool this late would get her in trouble with the swim team coach but what he didn't know wouldn't hurt him. She loved the relaxing qualities of the water. 

Her recent encounter with water was met with another as she took a hot shower to rinse the chlorine out of her hair. Puff was one to maintain good looks and impressions so she always tried her best to take care of herself. The warmth of the hot shower was in complete contrast compared to that of the pool but it was yet another element of taking a swim that she loved.

Tick, tock. Tick, tock. On a gloomy Saturday afternoon like the weather today, Jiwon would be usually found nestled comfortably under the bundles of her warm sheets or at Verte Cafe, enjoying a cup of her favorite Earl Grey Tea along a good read. Perhaps Coelho or Murakami to indulge herself, the two authors had always entertained her in more ways than one. Neruda would be a favorable competition to, especially when she felt like reading poetry. However, she found herself pushed along the crowded Lotte Cinema with a closed umbrella in hand, young kids and familiar faces from the university bustling in and out of the cinema lounge. Awkwardly, she waved at those she knew and greeted those who greeted her. After sitting and looking around though, she would always end up glancing down at her wrist watch, keeping track of how long she was kept waiting; who knows how many times she's given it a check, it seems like all she's done was wait anyways. She reached a hand for her satchel bag and took out her phone, impatiently unlocking and scrolling down her contact list.

Jiwon wouldn't really call them dates but at the same time, she could find no other words to describe whenever they went out together. She didn't know why she kept on agreeing to go out with Woobin either because they usually part ways either annoyed or angry at each other. Perhaps partly because they've known each other since childhood and she considered him a good friend, for the most part. They occasionally went out for drinks, accompanied her whenever she was in need of comforting, and sometimes even had proper mature conversations with her (extremely rare). Most of the times they'd just end up bickering though, kind of like an old married couple at a romance comedy sitcom. Sometimes, Jiwon questioned herself whether she liked him, other times she questioned herself how she even thought of liking him.