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Dahyun: our Starving DuBu!

#gong haneul #[ please feel free to hmu for event plots ]

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“A dangerous man?” he quietly repeated to himself, his eyebrows knitted in confusion. Jaehyun was rather slow so he didn’t quite understand what Haneul was talking about. He didn’t think of himself as a dangerous person and he didn’t understand why wouldn’t people leave him alone. Jae liked being able to help and take care of people and tying her shoe didn’t seem like it was something dangerous. He thought her walking around with ill tied shoelaces was the dangerous thing. He decided not to question her further even though he wanted to but he wasn’t even sure what he was actually questioning besides she already moved on.

“That’s a good point,” he laughed softly. He was somewhat relieved she couldn’t actually read his mind to spare her the story but he somewhat wanted to tell her. People always said it is best to get things off one’s chest and this specific story was one he wished he told someone years ago. “The story is somewhat cute. Yellow roses is what solidified my parents love, I suppose. My mom didn’t want to marry just anyone so she promised herself to marry the man that brought her yellow roses and that happened to be my dad,” he rambled off smiling softly as he told the tale. I like to always have yellow roses to remember them by, it makes me feel like they’re still with me, y’know?” he glanced over at the younger, a small pained smile upon his lips. “Sorry,” he mumbled quickly, looking down at his feet. He didn’t want to tell her but his brain betrayed him letting the story just slip out of his mouth.

Haneul listened well this time, trying not to blurt out unnecessary comments as Jaehyun talks, this time actually telling the story instead of stirring the conversation somewhere else. To Haneul, the story is like a plot to an awesome romcom movie--a lifetime promise and flowers and prince charming. The girl keep her eyes on the bright-haired lad, not wanting to miss any words and expression he emits, not realizing that she’s also smiling when he does, frowning when his falters, scowling when he seemed like he regrets telling her.

She wants to yell at him for showing such sad expression, but the fact that he just shared something that feels so close to his heart forces Haneul to stay silent, stuffing her hands on her coat pockets. She decides to look away, choosing to examine her shoes and the pavement she stepped on. She wanted to ask about his parents--where are they? Are they still alive? They must be, right? They have to be. A couple with a story that pretty don’t deserve to be gone this soon, right? But she couldn’t bring herself to actually turn those thoughts into articulate words--which is weird, because she’s not someone who hold words back. “Reminiscing important people like your parents by keeping something like flowers is not weird. My mom still keeps my baby teeth to remember me by. No big deal,” she finally murmured, loud enough for him to hear. “You don’t have to apologize Oppa--yes, I’m officially calling you that now, no objection.”

Haneul kept her gaze casted downwards, feeling a little awkward to meet his eyes for once. The HQ building is up front, and she feel the need to say something--anything--so Haneul said, “by the way,” this time glancing at the yellow roses in his hands, smiling a little at the view. “The story was beautiful, thanks for telling me.”

Yellow Roses [ Haneul & Jae ]

#jaehyunxac #r:yellowroses #[ sorry for the delay! ]

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Stressed, that’s how she felt after almost every shift of her work. It wasn’t like she had a lot of responsibilities or that it was hard, the thing that was stressful was the atmosphere of the bar. There wasn’t one night where a client didn’t get drunk or get into a fight with another one. Although this night was pretty calm compared to the weekend, it was still nerve-racking. Thankfully it was over for now and she could go home without having to worry about someone getting hit in front of her face.

It didn’t took her too much time to get to the complex from her work, and all along the way she only had one thought in her mind; she needed to go to the roof and calm her nerves. The night was beautiful and, for some reason, it really helped at relaxing her. In no time she found herself sitting at the edge of the roof, looking at the moon and stars thinking about pretty much everything. But her thought were interrupted by the sound of the door being opened. Her eyes were fixed on the girl, who had her eyes closed. It really confused her, why were they closed? and why was she here? Seulri never saw anyone else coming to the roof, at least not at 2 am.

In her dream, Haneul is walking on water. Like an old story she had heard before—not floating, walking. And boy, does she like it. Haneul hates water, she can’t swim and avoids even the smallest duck pond, but the ocean had never looked so inviting before. In reality though, she was just walking barefooted on a harsh concrete of the rooftop with arms slightly spread as if she was balancing herself. She looked somewhat like a kid, but her eyes were closed and her smile was wide and weird. She looked like she was possessed.

She believed she was having fun, thinking that everything in her head was real. She’s already far from the shore when twirls, walking on her tippy-toes—but then she took a big step forward and she just come crashing down to the cold salty water. In her dream, Haneul was trashing about trying her best to get her head above the water, but in reality she just downright fall to the ground and curl into a fetal position, murmuring pleas and desperate cries of help. Her hands are on her head, her breath ragged and short.

“No—no, n-help—help—“

Second Episode  [ seulri + haneul  ]

#p:2ndepisode #acxseulri

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Few things were running through Gil’s mind as he made his way back home. It had been a slow, calm day with a client who rarely spoke– his absolute favorite type of client to do makeup for. It was cathartic to have such a tranquil mix of a placid day after a mostly hectic week; he’s been less and less inclined to deal with anymore theatrics for a while. For now, the mere notion of a hot bath with a novel seemed to be the perfect cap to such a day.

It was habitual for Gil to take the stairs considering he only lived on the second floor, but he felt the strain of the week giving him aches that he didn’t want to deal with. While waiting for the elevator to arrive, he had a fleeting moment of wondering if he was getting old before dismissing the thoughts with the wave of a hand, keeping his paranoid clandestine for now.

The pad of his thumb pressed the “2” button, and he waited with his head leaned back against the cool, metal wall, eyes closed as he waited in the overwhelming beauty of silence. Only the small ding indicating that he had arrived seemed palatable at the moment. He was absolutely ready to go straight home, but his gaze fell downcast at a girl who seemed to be sitting on the floor– not only that but actually right next to his door.

Curiosity piqued, he felt the need to listen despite a short mental deliberation. He had half a mind to simply go past her and walk through his door and into the calming atmosphere of home, but he couldn’t help but to be somewhat worried about if she needed help with something dire. Gil bent at the waist, leaning over to hear her before an eyebrow quirked, almost wanting to smirk at how desperate she seemed. “Yes,” he started, regaining his original composure; he folded his arms onto one another comfortably and stared down at her. “I’m an artist of sorts. What kind of favor are you looking for?”

She had received murmurs of ‘no’s for the past hour and honestly, Haneul is getting tired. Tired of expecting a simple ‘yes’ and sitting outside for too long—who knew the hallway can be this cold? She had started to miss the warmth of her bedroom, and she swore if the next person didn’t say yes as an answer, Haneul would just give up and plan to knock on everyone’s door tomorrow. But this man actually said _yes, _and added a very convincing _I’m an artist of sorts _after, and Haneul just lights up like a christmas tree.

“You are?” she cheered, her voice laced with glee. “Can you paint something for me?”

The air is a little awkward for a second and Haneul knew she owes him at least an explanation for asking such favor to someone she had just met. But the sentence _I lied to my cousin about being able to draw something _didn’t sound good, so Haneul just let out an sheepish grin. “I can’t paint,” she shrugs, “but I need a painting, and I’m still a student and only do part-times as a florist so I don’t have that much money to get an extravagantly professional one, and you’re kind of my last choice?” Haneul looked up, to check if the nameless man still listening. He still does, the corner of his lips weirdly twitching as if he’s holding back the will to laugh—and that put Haneul a little more at ease. At least he found her entertaining.

“I’m Gong Haneul, by the way. And I promise if you say yes again I’ll explain everything and will do whatever you want as a payment—run errands, set you up with someone maybe; although I’m sure you can work on that by yourself considering you don’t look that bad—anyways, yes? No? Please?”

Can You Do Me a Favor? [ Gil + Haneul ]

#gxsanggxlxac #p:cydmaf

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Haejin didn’t even flinch when the girl hid behind him. He could see how shaken up she as about all of this. He gave her a reassuring smile before turning his attention to the boy. “I would walk away if I were you kid.” He let his eyes flash to the bright blue they did when he was a wolf, wanting to scare the boy as much as possible.

The first thing that popped up in Haneul’s head when she saw her senior almost falling over due to the nameless lad’s words was, oh. Well, that was fast. So it only takes one sentence to scare the guy away? Then why when she said the same thing a few weeks back, the senior didn’t even recoil? When the nameless lad did it, her senior immediately backs away (maybe after yelling a few inappropriate words and causing a little scene), leaving Haneul with the friendly man.

“Ah--thanks?” Haneul stuttered. “Um--if it helps... I’m Haneul... And I can get you something as a thank you?”

Stalker [ haejin + haneul ]

#acxdhaejin #p:stalker

[acxhaneul]

Kim Dahyun - Confidence at its finest

#gong haneul #[basically haneul in a nutshell] #[aNYWAY] #[ will send the replies later today sorry for the delay! ]

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Haneul couldn’t help to watch with a shy smile growing on her lips as the older guy actually kneel down to tie her messy shoelaces. She likes being taken care of, but it’s not like she’s immune to the giddy feeling everytime someone actually do such things. And this particular neighbour had taken care of her more than once—if you count the free cinnamon rolls. “You’re a dangerous man,” she said, laughing, “a really good Oppa. You have to be careful when you do these kind of things, Jae-ssi, otherwise girls wouldn’t be able to leave you alone. Or boys. Depends on your preferences, I guess.”

She thought of ways to thank the bright coloured hair for awhile and decided to stop asking about the roses since Jaehyun shy away every time she asked. But this time the older man actually met her eyes when he said that yes, the roses have a backstory, and Haneul’s curiosity once again sparked, this time a little brighter. Should I ask? Should I not?

“I can’t read minds, I promise,” she said, her fingers forming a ‘V’ shape as she cast an innocent grin. “I wouldn’t ask at all if I could...” Haneul trailed off, not sure to leave the sentence hanging or not. So she just stared back at the older lad, hoping he would continue, this time actually telling the whole story.

Yellow Roses [ Haneul & Jae ]

#jaehyunxac #r:yellowroses

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Can You Do Me a Favor? [ Gil + Haneul ]

Haneul puffed her cheeks out, her fingers tangled in her hair, toying her pink-streaked ends. She was quiet and suspiciously unergetic, which was weird, because she was one to talk too much and has a special level of life that resembles an excited beagle pup. Her feet are sprawled on the hallway, eyes repeatedly flickering towards the elevator door. Why is she like this? Well—here’s the backstory.

Gong Haneul maybe young and foolish, and make all sorts of silly mistakes. A big baby, a happy-go-lucky kid. A very honest happy-go-lucky kid. Honest. That’s the keyword here. Haneul values honestly and doesn’t like to tell lies. All the lies she had told throughout her life were all tiny white ones and completely harmless—like “I’m 5’5!” when she’s actually 5’4, and a few “I’ll call you later” after a couple of boring dates. But not today. An old cousin came to town and paid her a visit, and Haneul accidentally let her tongue slip and said a few things, which leads to much bigger things and put her in a tricky situation. 

She managed to led her cousin to believe that Haneul is a skillful artist, and her cousin wants to see some of her works. Haneul is not an artist. She wants to own a goddamn hotel, not a gallery. So her conclusion? Find someone who can paint, ask them for draw something, and hope to God that her cousin is dumb enough to believe her and be gone in peace. 

She felt as if the stars are aligned when she heard from the landlord that there is someone from the second floor who might want to help, so she take a seat on the floor of Building A’s second floor with her back against the wall, facing the elevator. Asking to anyone who got off on the floor, “excuse me, are you an artist? Can you do me a favor, please?”

#[ this is so meh im sorry ] #gxsanggxlxac #p:cydmaf

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Second Episode  [ seulri + haneul  ]

Balancing school and work can be tricky. Yes, Valentine’s had passed, but with White Day coming up, the workers in Sienna Bouquet can’t rest just yet. Organizing window displays, store decorations and keeping track of flower shipments aren’t particularly easy, especially when you have two papers due on Monday, a boss who constantly nags at you and coworkers that don’t dedicate enough of their time and strength into work.

Haneul has had three large cups of coffee today to get everything done, but even caffeine couldn’t keep her up. She was in the middle of finishing her second paper when her mind soon slip into deep sleep and lose any control she had on her body completely. She wasn’t awake when she walked out of her flat, tiptoeing through the hallway and flight of stairs towards the roof, again.

#acxseulri #p:2ndepisode #[ seriously haneul needs to be tied up ] #[ im sorry this is so short ]

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He walked around the streets of Seoul after a dinner with co-workers. He was heading back towards the complex not really paying attention to anything, until he saw a younger girl who was being held by a boy rather unwillingly. He could tell by her posture that it looked unwanted, but the boy wasn’t catching on. He hesitated, not sure if they were maybe a couple who were having a disagreement and the boy was trying to console her.

His mind was changed when the girl tried to break the grip and the boy pulled her back harshly. The sight made his stomach twist. He made his way over to them and looked at the boy with serious eyes. “ What’s going on here?”

“What’s going on here?”

The voice caused the tears Haneul had been holding back to burst almost immediately out of intense relief. She didn’t care whose voice it belongs to, but the point is he saw her. Whether or not he has his intention to help, him asking that question alone had given her a couple of seconds to escape her senior’s grip, and she couldn’t be more thankful. Haneul quickly dashed to the nameless man’s side, clutching his arm and use his taller body as a shield for temporary safety before pointing at her flush-faced senior.

“He was following me,” Haneul choked out. “He followed me around everywhere. He won’t leave me alone.”

Stalker [ haejin + haneul ]

#acxdhaejin #p:stalker

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#[ uni is killing me slowly ] #[ i hope you all can get through the rest of the week happily ] #gong haneul

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#[ ahh so many new members ] #[ hello im sorry i will welcome all of you properly tonight ;; ]

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Jaehyun was taken back by the other’s statement. He didn’t want to sound rude or assume it was alright to be casual with Haneul especially since they didn’t really talk much. “I’m too kind?” he mumbled. Jae has heard other people complain that he was too nice and an easy prey to be taken advantage of but he didn’t think so. Sure he was a little too friendly or would go out of his way for other’s often but he thought that was normal. 

He snapped out of his thoughts when Haneul handed him his change. “Thanks,” he muttered, dipping his head slightly before shoving the few bills and coins into his coat’s pocket. 

“You just like having yellow roses in your house…” He nodded at her question, wondering if it was normal for people to always have flowers in their house. As the other continued, Jae furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. Her wide grin threw him off, does she know there’s a deeper meaning? 

“Yeah, I’m coming. I’m ready to fight off these said wolves that are supposedly lingering around the city,” he chuckled as he hurried towards the door to hold it open for Haneul. “Hey,” he paused for a moment, “Haneul-ah, can I call you that? I’m so sorry if not.” She always seemed to be angry at him for being too formal so he thought he’d try being casual.. before she could reply he quickly added, “you can’t read minds by any chance can you?” 

The younger girl let off a smile as she look towards the rough pavement, feeling somewhat satisfied that she got to hear the friendly neighbour finally talked down to her. She was not one to be polite all the time, so hearing the sound of her name in a casual form makes everything feels a lot easier. “Read minds?” Haneul repeats, “well, I wish I could, you know, like all the time. But this reality isn’t X-Men, so it was never granted. Which sucks, because I mean—just imagine reading other people’s minds. All the dirty little secrets! All the answers to difficult test answers!”

Haneul shook her head, this time her face is facing the dark sky and her eyes wide. “Like a  superhero, you know, I think it’d be nice…” Haneul spent a whole minute walking with her head tilted upwards, her mind playing a superhero movie with a telephatic power as the main character until she stepped on her own untied shoelaces and almost falling over. She survived though, quickly gathering her balance. She threw a sheepish smile at Jaehyun, before quietly apologizing for rambling and  being so clumsy.

“So I take it I was right, then?” she asked, still grinning as her eyes glanced at the yellow roses. “That the roses have some backstory? Other than making your room look nicer?”

Yellow Roses [ Haneul & Jae ]

#jaehyunxac #r:yellowroses

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Stalker [ haejin + haneul ]

Haneul is not popular. In a sense, at least. People from her department recognize her easily because of her pink-streaked hair, and she was always the famous one in the hall—always tripping over and talks too loud. Sometimes her friends and her seniors ask her to play because of that; but they only think of Haneul as a fun, loud freshman, a friend who acts like a cheerleader, sometimes annoying even. A friend. They treat Haneul like a friend. 

Except for this one particular senior, who likes to take pictures when he thought Haneul wasn’t looking, who likes to follow her home and give her not-so-anonymous gifts. She was freaked out, not knowing what to do, who to tell, what to tell. She doesn’t like the thought of confronting the senior, feeling afraid and not knowing what to say. 

Haneul was walking home for the day, finally free from the never-ending classes when she realized that she was being followed. It was already dark, and eventhough people are still crowding the street, he was walking so close to her she can hear the sound of his breath and his throaty voice calling out her name again and again and at one point she got caught, causing her to stop dead on her tracks. “Please let me go,” she muttered, trying so hard not to cry. “Please.”

#acxdhaejin #p:stalker #[ i didnt edit this im sorry ] #[ sorry this is so late too ; ; ]

[acxhaneul]

“Oh, gosh, I’m so sorry for bumping into you!”

“Waaah, it’s refreshing to have someone bumping into me…” Haneul chuckles, looking at the taller woman, silently checking if she was in any way hurt. “…I mean, I’m usually the one who bump into people…”

#yoonjixac

[acxhaneul]

Greeter Sentences

“Good morning!”

“Good evening!”

“Excuse me, but have we met?”

“You look familiar…”

“I’m lost, can you please tell me where I am?”

“Mind telling me where I am?”

“Where the hell am I?”

“You look like you need some help.”

“Excuse me, but do you need any help with that?”

“Oh, gosh, I’m so sorry for bumping into you!”

“What are you suppose to be?”

“Hey, down here!”

“Eyes down here, big fella!”

“Oh, hi! Sorry, I didn’t see you there.”

“A friend of mine was talking about you, they told me that I should meet you.”

“Hi there!”

“I think I saw you on TV or the news before. Are you famous?”

“Wait up, I want to talk to you!”

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“Just make it delicious, I think—hey, where do you think I should hide this? My mother shouldn’t see this mess—“

The sound of the doorbell cut the girl off.

Haesoo turned in panic, eyes wide, mirroring Haneul’s expression as they exchanged looks. Haesoo was planning on leaving before the girl’s mother made it over and by the look of Haneul’s face, she was expecting Haesoo to be gone by then too. Haesoo honestly had no idea what to do, and she honestly did not want too meet the girl’s mother. In fact, she didn’t want to meet anyone’s mother.

“Crap,” Haesoo mumbled under her breath.

The food wasn’t done, and Haneul was still cleaning; it was probably best to let the girl take the reins in this situation since it was her mom they were going to be dealing with. But, Haesoo was desperate to get out of there. She was also sure that Haneul would prefer spending time with her mom alone.

“I should leave,” Haesoo smiled nervously before spotting her bag of sugar on the counter and seeing her bag of groceries stuffed into the corner of the counter. “I came by to borrow sugar,” Haesoo hurriedly said as she grabbed her bag off the counter. “Just tell your mom that I came by to borrow some sugar after meeting on the elevator.”

Her mind was running too fast to come up with another excuse that wouldn’t seem suspicious in anyway. If you consider two strangers cooking and cleaning together under unexpected circumstances suspicious. “How about that, yeah?” Haesoo turned to look at Haneul with her bag in her arms to see if the girl would agree with her sudden suggestion.

In the simplest terms, Haneul didn't know what to do.

She couldn't think straight—what would her mom do? What would her mom say? What should Haneul do? What should Haneul say? The same questions keep popping up and she could feel herself turning insane. She wasn't even paying attention when Haesoo listed off what she think they should do. “I don't—I don't know...” she mumbled as a response, constantly biting her lips as she desperately stuff the box of miscellaneous things behind the curtains. “Food isn't done—my flat—m-my flat—“

She once again got cut off with another sound of the doorbell, which successfully freeze her once more. Haneul then buries her face in his hands, letting out a groan of distress. She stayed like that for awhile, before thinking fine, whatever, just open the goddamn door and wearily walks towards the door, ignoring the older girl, not even bothering to peek out from the peephole before opening it. It's just your mom, Gong Haneul.

And there she was, her mother, standing in the doorway with a million dollar smile. She's basically an older, (a tad bit) taller and prettier version of Haneul herself, with sharp chin and sharp gaze, and a presence so warm it could light up the whole room. She was smiling as if she was happy to be here in HQ and for a minute, Haneul thought—well, this couldn't be so bad. But of course her mom had to ruin it by saying, “it smells like men here,” with her nose crinkled as she step inside. “You sure you take care of this room well, Haneul, dear?” The nineteen-year-old girl barely had the time to sigh as her mom caught the sight of Haesoo in the room. “And who's this? ��Is she staying for dinner?”

Bottling it In  { haneul + haesoo }

#acxhaesoo #p:bottling #[ no its okay^^ ]