#seonlite

In the sea of unfamiliar faces, there were a few she’d become acquainted with during her short time on the islands thus far— one in particular even managing to turn Hailey’s head. “ @seonlite​ ?” She called out, all though she was certain that the lively crowd surrounding them had drowned out the sound of her voice. Allowing her curiosity to get the best of her, Hailey took it upon herself to walk closer towards the other— the odds of the pair running into one another was slim at best, and yet, here they were.

👻 closed starter for  -`, @seonlite​ ,´-

Hyejin had heard word of a new editor at the Twins Island Gazette. Unfortunately, the holiday season had brought a rush of deliveries to the post office. Between letters to Santa and presents for the good residents on island, the postal worker was absolutely swamped. There was little to no time for Hyejin to make a visit to the newspaper HQ for leisurely visits.

Until now.

it’s not everyday you’ll find your neighbour trying to communicate with you through written notes held against their window directly across from yours — not unless you’re a musician with a guitar, and no, he doesn’t mean taylor swift, though it appears she’s had a rather similar experience, albeit a more welcoming one. dohyun, on the other hand, isn’t receiving notes from a blue-eyed cutie, but instead, a journalist? columnist? reporter? who wouldn’t get off his back the past couple of weeks, all to get him to agree to an interview for her seemingly tabloid site.

and the verdict? it’s a no from him, of course. anyone that knows dohyun would know that he shies away from unnecessary publicity, especially from superficial media outlets that do not have the least bit of clue as to what music really is. to these people, musicians are public figures they can bank on for clicks and views — they barely give two hoots about the arrangement of his next song, or its elements of inspiration. no, all they care about was who his last song was written about and if he was still seeing them, or if he even did, to begin with. the last he spoke to said journalist, he realised just how little she knew about music, or the music industry, and he saw absolutely no point in having someone like her write about him. she’d probably just make him out to be a fickle lover with tons of love interests. now, he’d really turn into taylor swift. 

an exasperated sigh leaves his lips as he grabs the nearest sketchbook by his coffee table, popping open the cap to the marker lying around as he prints a big, fat “NO” across the page. a small smirk laces his lips but not long enough for the other to catch a glimpse of it from her apartment, flipping the sketchbook around and holding it up for her to read his inscription. ‘no’, he mouths again, perhaps, the hundredth ‘no’ he’s given her that week and it was only wednesday, the morning of wednesday, might he add. he flips the sketchbook to a blank page, scribbling across it in large font, making sure to capitalise the most important word in his question: “what part of NO do you not understand?” 

         MEETING UP WITH SEONMI  at the docks had become a part of mini’s daily routine .  everyday ,  the two girls would cross from one island to the other to get to work  &  during the travel time ,  one could expect to see them napping ,  sharing a delicious little pastry ,  or simply talking about a long list of different subjects .  the world was their little oyster ,  after all !  most days ,  mini found herself looking forward to seeing seonmi more than to get to her part - time job at the able siblings .  not that she didn’t  like  her job ,  but there was only so much talking she could do during work hours !

the clinks and chatter from earlier had dwindled down by now, and part of hyunjin’s mind had started to shut down. this part of the night was his favorite because it was prime time for him to decompress and just be. the roost had never been a hopping, popular enough place for him to feel the sort of uncomfortableness and pestering stress that had plagued him at the other shop, but he loved the way the shop felt during times like these just as much. there were still a few customers lingering around nursing their coffee cups, some typing or writing away. whatever “flow” of customers had pretty much come to a halt, so hyunjin was just standing, waiting. it was almost time for closing though, so some of the stragglers promptly got up to leave for the night.

          coming to the new year countdown event would be the perfect way to unwind and take time off thinking about work...or so sujeong had been told━and, to be fair, she’s sure it could have been, if not for the weight of a ticking time-bomb hanging heavy on her shoulders. sujeong’s never liked keeping secrets, she’s never been good at it, so maybe she should have known that she would one day let the cat out of the bag. but it’s been almost a year since she’s started the town blog, her identity has been successfully kept anonymous since then, and she was finally starting to have a little trust in herself that maybe she could keep this one secret after all. maybe it’s complacency that’s caused her to slip, then.

          but whatever it is, sujeong now has to pay the price of keeping a secret; she’s stuck with the repercussions of having her identity figured out by someone━there’s now a constant disturbance that’s started making waves in her life, and tonight it manifests in the form of relentless texts from hwang seonmi. with the countdown having come to an end just minutes ago, sujeong decides it’s time seek seonmi out in the crowd, just in case her threats of getting drunk and spilling the beans really do come true.

          turns out it’s actually harder to miss seonmi than to find her, even in this horde of party-goers. she’s a brilliant, scintillating shaft of light in the velvet darkness of the night, and her presence is just as radiant as her dress is. it doesn’t take sujeong long to spot her, and she immediately starts pushing her way through the swarm of people standing between them. “hey, are you drunk?” she immediately asks, pulling seonmi aside to a quieter corner. the next question follows in a hushed whisper, as sujeong’s anxious gaze darts all around their surroundings. “have you said anything you shouldn’t have?”