#wolftype

hyejung sits at a circular table. it was big enough to fit her backpack on top of it alongside her materials and supplies. she had just gotten a new ipad, which, felt weird because she didn't feel like she deserved to have such an item. with the paycheck that she was making now, it was possible. she had always been frugal with money. hell, she hadn't even known how it felt like to even have enough money in the first place. she shakes the thought away, it was too distracting for her studies.

her head bobs to the beat of the song that was playing. she hadn't known how much time had passed by, the bell in the front indicate that someone else had come in but it was none of her business.

but it was.

the figure sits at her table and she gets annoyed. looking up, she's about to yell for sitting with here when there were plenty of other tables there. it was empty since it was so late. "yah--" she straightens her posture when their eyes meet. she decides to kick him, anyway. underneath the table, her foot smacks his. "why'd you come up to me without saying anything?!"

haewon hadn't been to taiwan in a while . it felt different , her high school years had made it seem smaller and so different from her other travels . her chinese was so poor that she didn't understand a majority of the conversations going on around her , choosing to stick with her family rather than branch around like she usually would .

when they started speaking business , the conversation was too boring for her to continuing to pretend to listen . she branched off to find a drink ." excuse me , " she said as she slipped out of the circle to find her way around .

" oh . " where were the drinks ? for as luxurious as everyone around them were dressed , as grand as the building the event occupied , how were there no waiters walking around ? haewon blamed her spoiled upbringing for expecting to be catered to , but considering the amount of money she knew the hotel donated , it felt wrong not to have something of that scale .

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usually, instances like this were on drunk occassions. was it true that it was the alcohol that gave liquid courage, or was hyejung too shy to make a move as forward as this? was she afraid of the consequences that would occur later on-- but were they really consequences if-- she thinks-- they both had a pull on each other? but with that, she was not sure. that was the scary part. what if - he did not feel the same? what if - she was just some other girl - like that nurse he mentioned whenever she would run into him at the hospital? it would make her feel like an ultimate fool, pining for something that was never going to happen in the first place.

her body moved faster than her thoughts. first she's in his lap, then her hands are at his cheeks. warm. gentle. something that served as a juxtaposition in comparison to their other encounters. it was- okay- to be like this, right? there was- no wrong answer until proven wrong- right?

it was an unspoken tension between them. the way her body sits on his, like finding that puzzle piece that fit snug with another. inside, her heart was shaking. something as vulnerable as this was bound to make her break. so she said something simple.

"hey." something short, something that wouldn't catch her red-handed. but still, her thumbs caress his cheeks as if she had not known how he feels, how he looks. as if it was the first time she's seen him, when in reality, every time feels that way.

agh. so corny. but. it was not even mentioned, not spoken about, locked away in that pretty head of hers. her gaze manages to stray away for a second, for their eye contact was too intense, but she was pulled back in with his voice. she melts into it, like ice cream in the summer, rubber when its left out in the scorching heat.

and. it felt right. to lean forward, to close some distance between them. even if it made her heart stop. even if- there was a slim chance- that it was all talk. but she doesn't know. no. she shouldn't think of that. she closes her eyes, hands still cupping his cheeks, afraid to move forward in these moments between them.

but he says nothing. like it was a sign to take the lead. and fuck, it was scary as hell.

just deal with the consequences later, right? fuck it. she does not even have to say anything, keep it all a secret to herself.

unusual headcanon questions.

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3. what’s something your muse would absolutely fail at doing?

hyejung would fail with any musical ability. sorry to her.. but she is smart! and physically strong! so she cannot have everything! it's canon that she played the gayageum when she was in college, but other than that, it is simply following and not creating herself. but she does not even listen to music that much (which, surprising, because of her club experiences) but yes. surprising? maybe! but at the same time, not really heheh. she spent all her time learning how to be a good student and all that.

6. what’s the pettiest argument your muse would pick a fight over?

the pettiest argument she would have is stuff like who ate the last snack. "if you had the last bite, i get to have the next snack all by myself!" and other trivial things and then twist them in a way where she gets her way? "you left the light on in the kitchen (even though i asked you to get me water) so you should turn the light off!" or "last time i let you watch tv, now it's my turn to take over for (x amount of hours) because it's fair!!" there's a small childlike part in hyejung that exists because it never got to grow as a real child.

9. if your muse could get away with any crime, what would it be?

the classic romance of a good rainstorm

❝ do i look like the dancing in the rain type? ❞ winnie asks, displeasure evident on otherwise pleasant features. he's never been afraid of voicing what he dislikes. it's his ego and his massively overinflated self-confidence. unfortunately, said ego and massively overinflated self-confidence have made it a little hard for winnie to make and keep friends. maybe he can put up with getting a little wet... ❝ alright, fine, ❞ he huffs, stepping out from the dry safety of the alcove he's been sheltering under while river splashes around. ❝ but this is satin, and you're paying to have it dry cleaned. ❞

hyejung looks at river, then back at her keyboard, then back at him. she starts to laugh, inputting the necessary information that she had to for the day. "river.. please.." you could hear how attentive she was when typing the information down. the cheesy line had succeeded in making hyejung's cheeks blush, constantly shaking her head as the thought resurfaced to her mind.

"enough of your cheesiness, take this." she prepares a few supplements for him. according to his data, this would help with recovery. she technically wasn't supposed to give him more than needed, but it wouldn't hurt. also - why give the minimum?