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@ynhyunjin

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ynjunseoâ:
another day, another win. this is what a leoâs dream is made of, limelight and praises. it was a team effort to win, of course, but junseoâs pick me attitude and extroverted personality always pushed him to be the center of attention. after suffering from a wave of pats and head-ruffles, junseo escapes from the group. it doesnât seem like it but he has a social battery, and itâs running out.
usually, heâd be on his way to celebrate the win but todayâs not the day. hands in his pockets and a sour expression on his face, his mood dampens and he has no idea why. maybe itâs the looming missed call from his father that he got mid-game. a heavy sigh escapes his lips, for whatever reason his dad called, heâs not looking forward to it.
out of the corner of his eye, he spots one of his targets for daily annoyance. hyunjin. something to boost his mood would be nice, and hyunjin can do that.
âhyuuunjinn.â he drawls out her name as he walks toward her with bouncy steps, âwhatcha up to? wanna hang?â beaming his mischievous smile, heâs confident sheâs going to say yes. not like heâd take no for an answer anyway.
hyunjin wouldnât pin herself as someone with particularly fragile sensibilities, but itâs quite telling that she spends the better part of the quidditch game experiencing some mild heart palpitationsâ and she keeps having to check herself to make sure she doesnât give it away. this is supposed to be entertaining.
itâs important to show support, especially for her. even if there arenât any kids from haengju on the pitch today, she doesnât want to seem disinterested. matters of school pride are quite near to her heart even if it wears her out by the end.
when everyone else celebrates, hyunjin just sighs. sheâs more relieved than happy. but that doesnât last long either, of course. sheâs still weighing the options of joining the celebration vs. heading home to catch up on her essay when she hears her name being called. without looking, she knows just who it is and how itâs going to go. another sigh.
âoh, junseoâ arenât you going with everyone else to celebrate?â if he is, then her decision just got a whole lot easier. hyunjin doesnât dislike junseo, but sheâd be lying if she said she wasnât trying to avoid his company right now. âi'm not going out tonight, sorry.âÂ
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for @dambiynâ.
3am just hits different. thereâs something chaotic about finding yourself there, heading home or to the next place, in the middle or at the end of it. for their part, itâs an early night. hyunjin has things to do tomorrow, so staying up until sunrise isnât an option.Â
which isnât to say that the nights grow dark anymoreâ they donât, really. walking home, she can almost trick herself into thinking itâs a late evening. early spring just goes well with anything. maybe they couldâve stayed a little longer too, but whatâs done is done. later, sheâll be grateful for having been so steadfast.Â
and besides, there are more pressing concerns right now. mainly the fact that she doesnât really feel like going to bed, and some general late night anxiety to go with that restlessness. the idea of sneaking though the hallways with one rather rowdy song dambi isnât exactly thrilling either.
she mulls over their options for a few minutes, zoned out while keeping pace with dambi.Â
âyou wanna cool off for a few minutes before we go in?â just like old times. sitting out on the haengju lawn on summer nights, comfortably nestled in the shade of the sunflowers, for a breather after or in-between parties is a tried and true method for the two of them.Â
itâs a little colder now, but not much. and it has been a while, but does that really matter? Â
âi think i need to, or i literally wonât sleep.â hyunjin shrugs, slowing down as the near the campus entrance. âyouâre not cold, right?âÂ
machinations
for @ynboyeonâ.
a feature interview in the yeongji herald isnât exactly something to write home about, but hyunjin canât help but to feel a little proud.Â
boyeon is only vaguely familiar to her: in passing, and never much beyond a cursory greeting and acknowledgement of each otherâs present. there are a few rumblings here and there about his eccentric streak, but she takes it all in stride. itâll be fine.Â
the haengju common room isnât strictly neutral ground for an interview, but it is bright and welcoming. and empty too, in the middle of the day. she hasnât made a reservation, but sheâs positive they wonât be interrupted.
he arrives, they exchange pleasantries, and she shows him back to the table sheâs prepared for themâ invites him to make use of the mundane espresso machine if he feels like it.
âwell, this should be fun. iâve never done an interview like this before.â as you can probably tell. hyunjin takes a seat right across from him, in her usual spot by the window. âdo you just wanna start off right away or are there any.. rules i should know?âÂ

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hello ladies and germs :â)Â Â iâm admin lily slowly recovering from my hour-long heart-attack about all the technical issues we had. whew. but iâm so glad to be here and that weâre finally open!! and iâm excited to bring you my sweetheart hyunjin, haengjuâs guardian and yeongjiâs official #mommyvibes. like this post to plot and iâll slide in your dms!
before she was haengjuâs domestic goddess, hyunjin was a bit of a #mess but we donât talk about that these days! coming back at 4am after a night out who? showing up to a morning lecture in last nightâs dress who?
used to be in debate team, but she left when she was elected house rep. still an avid quidditch watcher, gardencore and indie music hoe, etc etc.Â
the sheer amount of mitski in her playlists.. staggeringÂ
in typical haengju fashion, sheâs an overall cheerful and friendly person. serious and stubborn on the low, but she tries to be amicable in any situation
not a total narc, believe it or not. she keeps an eye on her own housemates, but sheâs not one to run to the school board over the slightest thing. prefers to deal with any issues in privateÂ
half-blood and proud! she embraces both sides, so even if you donât see her on the pitch during muggle baseball, youâll find her on the bleachers, drink in hand đš
possible connections would include friends (current & former), exes, drinking buddies, fellow house reps letting off steamâ˘, mahoutokoro alumni, family friends, etc!Â
There are a lot of things that arenât your fault. Or mine, either. Not the fault of prophecies, or curses, or DNA, or absurdity. Not the fault of Structuralism or the Third Industrial Revolution. We all die and disappear, but thatâs because the mechanism of the world itself is built on destruction and loss. Our lives are just shadows of that guiding principle. Say the wind blows. It can be a strong, violent wind or a gentle breeze. But eventually every kind of wind dies out and disappears. Wind doesnât have form. Itâs just a movement of air. You should listen carefully, and then youâll understand the metaphor.
Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore (via larmoyante)