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@◇ j wooseok sunmi was pleased that wooseok succumbed to the compliments. despite their first and only meeting so far, she's grown quite fond. she looked forward to more in future meetings as hearing his stories about his life, although mundane to some, interested her to no end. she never had luxury away from the spotlight and becoming her own person until it was far too late. he had this appeal that he knew who he was, foremost a musician, which further enticed her for his company.

"now you understand why i'd like to hear your music. i hope someday i will get a taste of your brilliance." she added. there isn't much to say about the absolute necessity music is for them. a melody that floats ear to ear, making their heart soar with every note; she would like to experience it again. she could only go so far with her singing. on the other hand, an instrument would add a much-needed layer as if it were a missing piece of a puzzle. she had high hopes that it would just as much as seeing the fellow musician again. the anxiety was bubbling up; the flutters in her stomach that she was well acquainted with was emerging with quickened leaps. her heart felt sour, but it foolishly clung into that bright glimmering hope. she didn't want to let him go. her eyes fell downwards, taking a few glimpses, but each packed with what seemed to be love, warmth, purity to some. to her, it was something far more sinister. "i might be able to endure a couple of hours indoors, but my love is with nature. for me, i tend to feel very stuffy if i were stationary in a room... you'll get used to the outdoors. perhaps you'll end up falling in love."

with her hand comfortably set on top of his head, she combed gently through with soothing , each touch appreciating each strand and each fading second the two shared in company. "it wouldn't be. having you slumbering under my arms would be of the highest compliment. you must be exhausted." another one of her smiles appeared on her face the second he yawned as well as a hint of laughter. she took it as an acceptance to her request to sing, so she started with a low hum of the melody that then flourished into soft flurries of words similarly to her earlier chorus.

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@◈ l sunmi ᵗʰᵉ ˢᶦʳᵉⁿ "well, thank you." wooseok eventually says, relenting to her words on his instrumental skills. it made him feel warm, to be complemented so, even if sunmi had never heard him play before. he realized he wanted to play for her, since she seemed to love music just as much - if not more than - he did. it was always nice to share it with someone, even in a place as bleak as this.

"i think i get it," he replied. although music t e c h n i c a l l y wasn't needed for a human being to survive, it too felt like a necessity to wooseok, who was so used to having music practically intertwined with his dna. before he was dragged to this world he almost always had one earbud in at all times, or he was listening to the overhead music of the thrift store when he wasn't allowed to use his phone. the music made things bearable. it helped to pass the time, and it helped to distract him when his own thoughts were too loud. "i understand." he says, turning his gaze up to sunmi before guiding his eyes somewhere else, not wanting to stare. "maybe. i am more of a homebody. if i had the choice i would probably always be in my bedroom." even now wooseok longs for his room, with his guitar and his computer and his bed. most especially his bed, which sometimes was the only place he ever felt 100% comfortable in his own skin.

as soon as sunmi mentions a nap wooseok realizes how tired he is. the events of the day so far have taken their tole on him, from walking the beach to his surprise at meeting sunmi and the continuous heart palpitations she gave him, whether she was aware of it or not. "i don't want to be rude," he says, though the end of his statement is warped by a quiet yawn, and he purses his lips, almost pouting. the expression dissolves as she suggests to sing, and wooseok can't help but look at her face again. "i mean... if you want to. i wouldn't be opposed." he says, and he can't look away from her eyes, full of something that sparks a warmth in his chest. huh... weird.

@◇ j wooseok with a brow dipping, sunmi's expression was leaning towards perplexion. "doesn't make it less impressive." she let out a short chuckle. the gesture didn't mean to come off as disrespectful but the mere opposite. wooseok's attempts at downplaying his skills were borderline ridiculous. he failed to recognize how much talent he possessed. even listing the instruments that he knew how to play was enough to prove that what he had was special. she hoped to see him prove himself one day, and what better time than the eternity they have here. here... wherever the hell they were, she's still trying to figure it out. despite no help from the internet nor her extreme lack of allies, she remarkably gathered enough information to get a sense of where they were. it does feel relieving to know that she was in an alliance with the entity. still, he didn't have to worry about that sort of thing when they're laying on the sand together destressing about their situation on the beach. "i hope so." she ended, tone short yet tinged with former melancholia. "i don't believe it's hard to find. there are shops all around town. i'm certain i can find you one with no trouble. guitar or not, i would love for you to play for me." although she agreed that having an instrument was not necessary, she couldn't help but to want to search for him, hoping he'd do something similar in return. "it isn't, but music is a necessity for me. i'm sure you understand." she admitted. she was pleased to find the other willing, shortly feeling his head gently nuzzle on her thigh. "it's no problem at all. it's best to take precautions. i suppose you're not used to the sun just yet." she reasoned. although her intentions weren't more about his health, instead, it was the comfort of touch, a sensation she didn't know she longed for. she laid a gentle hand on his forehead, sensing nothing too out of the norm. when she decided not to worry, her fingers ended up stroking and playing with the ends of his hair. "if you'd like to nap, i wouldn't mind. might i sing for you?" she hummed a few tones as she lowered her gaze lovingly at wooseok.

@◈ l sunmi ᵗʰᵉ ˢᶦʳᵉⁿ "no, no, i'm just self-taught," he immediately said, so used to downplaying his own abilities, even with his music. "i mostly learned through youtube videos and stuff." wooseok shrugged and eventually nodded. he thought back to waking up in this place without his phone, wondering if he'd dropped it after noticing the black fog around his feet or if it had been magically whisked away. either way he was left without the device and instead found a walkie talkie in his pocket. he still hadn't used it, too scared that sending his voice into the void would bring back something horrible. like sunmi he wished he had his phone, or some other device like a laptop instead, though they might not even get any kind of connection out here. "yeah. maybe someday, if we can..." he wants to say 'get out,' but leaves his sentence to trail off. wooseok doesn't want to jinx anything by saying it out loud. "i think i could... play for you, i mean, if you found one. i mostly played electric guitar but it's not that much different from an acoustic. it would be doable. but you don't have to trouble yourself with it. i know it's not, like, a 'necessary' item or anything here. i'd gladly sing for you without one... once i can work up the courage." confused for a moment as she mentions a place to rest wooseok watches as she changes the way she's sitting, before gesturing towards her lap. just the action alone makes him blush again. "i... um, sure?" wooseok is embarrassed, but he also doesn't want to make her feel bad by rejecting her. laying down would be nice he just... doesn't want to take advantage. eventually, without glancing towards her for fear of overheating, wooseok situates himself to lay down with his head pillowed at the ends of her thighs, near her knees, his gaze turned up to the sky. "uh, thank you." he says, coughing once and hoping to dispel his nerves by relaxing as he is now.

@◇ m sakura @◇ j wooseok Not too far away from the beach was the forest and above the trees was a masked man stalking the trio by the beach, a grim smile etched upon his lips—he can't wait to terrorize them. From this distance, San couldn't hear their conversation, so, he had to rely on their body language and movements. He was getting impatient at how slow they were, minutes had passed by and they still haven't moved from their initial spots. That was until they gave the piece of paper another look and progress was being made when one of the males of the group turned his head to where an abandoned greenhouse was. Finally, he thought as the same male began leading the way. San carefully sets himself down from the tree to start racing down towards the greenhouse, the trees preventing him from being spotted. He figured that it'll be easier for him if gets there first rather than having to follow the group's own pace.

@◇ m sakura @◇ j wooseok No matter how much his own words along with the others' make sense to him, Seonghwa feels like they were still far off from the actual answer. There's no way that this task should be this difficult especially with such limited time they have on their hands—that would be unfair if that was the case.

When the other male spoke, Seonghwa was pulled out from his own mind and paid attention to his words. "I guess you're right, we should give it another look," he says, hoping there could be a clue written onto the paper by now. Once they've given the jaded note another look, true to the other's words, there's new writing just below the riddle. "A greenhouse?" Seonghwa looked around and found a greenhouse not too far off from where they are. "I didn't think our item would be some kind of plant," he muttered, mostly to himself. "but I guess it makes sense, in a way? 'Shine bright under the morning sun' in other words, it blooms during the morning?" he looked back at the other two, "We better get going then," Seonghwa began walking towards the direction where the greenhouse is.

@◇ p seonghwa @◇ m sakura at this point wooseok wishes he had paid more attention in school. or at least had more interests outside of just music and the occasional tv show, that way he might be able to think of an answer better than seaweed, fancy rock or colored pearl. not that the ideas weren't good, but he just felt like it would be too hard to try and look for any of those things on the long expanse of beach in a short amount of time. it had to be something easier, if they were really expected to find it... otherwise this would just be a cruel game sending them on a wild goose chase. he looks at the other two, reaching up to scratch his cheek before asking, "should we look at the note again? just to make sure? maybe there's a clue in the typing or something, like uppercase letters." wooseok isn't sure how much help it would be to look at the riddle again after they've practically read it enough times to memorize it, but he felt like it was worth a shot.

@◇ j wooseok sunmi hummed, pleased to hear that wooseok dabbled in creating music. as she didn't have much involvement when it came to the creative process of her songs aside from the lyrics, she felt absolute adoration to people that do have that shared ability. "amazing. to be that skilled." her eyes glided downwards at his hands, reminiscing how rough they felt when she touched them a few times. "it's unfortunate i'm not able to hear your music right now. not with internet or time. we might as well be in the bermuda triangle." she snickered gently, her voice slightly defeated once again after recounting how limited their resources of entertainment were. she wanted to hear what kind of music he created and published. already having full faith his music was splendid, she could very well settle the statement in her imagination. still, she wanted so desperately to prove her hunch by listening attentively with her ears. "if i were to find a guitar for you, would you be willing to play for me? after hearing about your musical talent, i can't help myself but be a tad bit curious." she suggested. "if your music were indistinguishable from your thought process, i'd say it already sounds so sweet. i believe i understand the meaning... i can offer a place to rest. it's no trouble. i'm quite used to the sun beaming on me, but i can understand how it can be overwhelming for you. i insist." she affirmed with a smile as she positioned her legs to lay in front of her as she dusted off any sand from her dress, then proceeded to gently pat where her thighs were for the other to consider it as a cushion. "i'd love to talk to you more. i wouldn't want the sun to put a halt to our conversation, don't you?" she brushed her hair away from her shoulders, inviting him to lay down with another brief pat.

@◈ l sunmi ᵗʰᵉ ˢᶦʳᵉⁿ swinging around to the topic of listening to music wooseok had to wholeheartedly agree with her. he hasn't been here that long, not even a week or two, but by day one of being stuck in this place he had longed for his headphones and somewhere to plug them in. even just a little bit of music would be enough to help him calm down and try to think through things clearly. it's sad to say that without his favorite songs playing in the background, being stuck with his own thoughts - both intrusive and not - has led wooseok to being a bit more scatter-brained than usual. it's harder to focus on things, but honing in on sunmi's voice now manages to draw him somewhere easier to think. her voice is like the music, even though she isn't singing. "the silence can definitely feel loud," he says. "i played a few instruments actually. mostly guitar, drums and keyboard. i... made my own music. even uploaded a few tracks online, though i don't know if they're any good." wooseok shrugs and smiles, the topic of anything musical always serving as a way to get him comfortable and more open with his words. "to be honest, i think everyone is a little awkward, but we all get so caught up in our heads that we never stop to realize that other people feel the same way. and even if you're aware of it, it can still be really hard to shrug off that feeling. um, sorry, i didn't mean to go off on a tangent. i don't think i need to lay down. maybe. i don't know. i think it's just the sun and the fact that i can't usually hold a conversation this long." wooseok manages to make himself feel more and more like a lunatic the longer words keep spilling form his mouth. he tries to put a plug in it, stopping himself with another awkward smile.

@◇ m sakura @◇ j wooseok Seonghwa had been quiet the whole time as the two spoke their minds out, trying to solve the riddle. It wasn't like he didn't want want to participate or cooperate but rather he was thinking deeply about the riddle himself while considering the others' answers. The girl, Sakura, had a point about needing to search out into the waters as well considering the riddle mentions about the morning sun. He's not too sure but based on his experience back in his hometown, low tide occurs every morning during and after sunrise so it makes absolute sense unless this world works differently from theirs. "A pearl would make more sense than an emerald and jade on a beach," he finally speaks. "And I'm afraid to say this but it's more likely that what we are looking for is deep underwater," Seonghwa nodded his head to his right, where the sea is. "If it shines brightly under the morning sun but covered due to years of erosion, it's possible that the item is only exposed during a low tide."

@◇ p seonghwa @◇ m sakura [] @sakura that's alright !! don't worry about it sakdjf

wooseok swallowed as his partner - sakura, he remembered - pointed to the ocean as she spoke. he'd been to the beach already once before, but the thought of potentially having to search through the water makes him feel a bit queasy. there's no telling what might lie beneath the waves. "well, the riddle said that what we're looking for shines under the sun, right? so it couldn't be too deep in the water otherwise you wouldn't be able to see it... i hope." he laughs awkwardly and shrugs, glancing at his partner before starting to slowly walk closer to the shore. "i'm not sure either. a stone sounds right, like you said, but... maybe we should start at the shore line? if it's "eroded" then it could be the waves causing erosion, or the wind." even the suggestion sounds weak to wooseok, but it's the best he can think of right now.

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@◇ m sakura it's a foolish, desperate sort of hope that drives wooseok to follow the instructions on the card to the beach. he's not sure what exactly he and his partner(?) are supposed to be looking for though. the riddle is as confusing as everything else in this place, and he was never that smart in his literature class at finding the meaning between the lines of a poem. "where...should we start?" he asks out loud, whether to himself or the person joining him, looking around the long expanse of beach and water forlornly. it's a lot of ground to cover in a short amount of time.

@◇ j wooseok sunmi was never a social kind of person, so having someone she could easily conversate with, especially in a place like this, was something she wanted to treasure. as she was an idol, she had to appear a certain kind of way, and, although she silently obliged, it hindered her without her knowledge. with uninspired interviews and weak conversations with executives, it could take a toll on anyone. with her current situation, it wasn't much different. despite her efforts of understanding the fellow league of killers scattered around the town, she couldn't find one she honestly related to. just being here by the ocean with him was enough to lighten her features and her state of mind; however, it didn't stop dark thoughts of possessing him from festering as they continued to interact. "you're correct. i feel obligated to make it up to you. not many people here can do what you did for me, so... thank you." she gently grinned. "you must miss listening to music. i understand. silence is deafening. do you perhaps play an instrument?" she asked, eyes completely on him. she was interested in learning more about him and keep him talking as she was gradually getting used to the way his pleasant voice hit her ears. "you don't have to worry, i want to. it'll bring me much joy." she admitted as she dropped her hand to the sand, letting her forefinger dip in and make swirls. "i can be quite awkward too. i wouldn't put it against you." she pulled herself back, astonished as his cheeks continue to redden. she was getting quite worried. "are you alright? you're completely red. is it better if you laid down?"

() HHH ty ! for now sksk eUe i alrdy love them but yes i can't wait for things to turn south oops

@◈ l sunmi ᵗʰᵉ ˢᶦʳᵉⁿ per his minor embarrassment wooseok wishes to remain hidden behind his own hands, but he doesn't want to seem rude. he doesn't normally have conversations like this, mostly just because he was never the type to really strike up a chat with anyone he didn't know, except for shoppers at the thrift store or random people online that had similar interests. eventually he brings his hands down, placing them in his sweatshirt pocket while half-bashfully avoiding eye contact. "well, i'm glad i could at least make your day brighter. that's probably something everyone in this place needs." wooseok shrugs and says, "i listen to a lot of music. they let me choose what played on the overhead at the store, so i put on whatever i found in the records collection, and i ended up buying some of the albums if i liked them enough, like yours." it feels strange to say it to her, if only because wooseok is still trying to reconcile sunmi the singer to sunmi actually talking to him right now in his head, and he wonders if perhaps he could get overheated simply from flushing too much. "i... that would be amazing, actually, to hear you sing. whenever. and only if you wanted to, i wouldn't force it..." he doesn't expect to her to get so close again, noticing a hand on his back and another in his hair. it makes him feel simultaneously wired and relaxed, and he stills, staring at the sand because he thinks he might burn up if he looks at her face. "if awkwardness is charming," he says, quietly laughing. "thank you. i promise i'm not normally so... neurotic, i guess?"

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@◇ j wooseok regardless of him listening to her music or not, it frankly didn't matter. the minuscule gesture bought a smile on her face with the added benefit of a gentle to her ego; it was much more than she could ever ask for considering their circumstances. since she's long forgotten the last time her head wasn't full of pure melancholy, she prepared to savour the moment despite overwhelming for both parties. her head softly swayed side-to-side, politely as possible to deny any more apologies slipping after his every sentence. "please, do not apologize. you have no idea how much you've made my day a lot brighter." she confessed, her smile still intact. "i... wouldn't have guessed you'd be a fan. i'm honoured that you listened to my music and even bought the albums. it makes me thoroughly impressed you went through the trouble." she nodded with a steady, gentle pace. despite the outcome of her crimes, she did love her fans and treated them with a level of respect. "i'd be delighted to sing for you, whatever and whenever you'd like. it's very refreshing for me to. i hope i can be able to regain your attention as a fan.. and as a comrade." she laid a hand back on his with another comforting rub with her thumb. "don't be nervous. i find you very charming." she inched her fingers by his hair again, brushing a strand behind his ear with an affirmed hum.

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@◈ l sunmi ᵗʰᵉ ˢᶦʳᵉⁿ as if clinging to a rope in order to hold himself up wooseok diverts his attention towards the new conversation topic. like with most of his issues, he's pushing away the things that make him spiral in favor of distractions to help put his mind at ease - albeit temporarily. realizing that this woman, sunmi, is in fact the famous singer and not just a random person is enough to help him with that. he's a bit startled by her enthusiasm as she moves closer to him, and he naturally leans back just slightly, managing an awkward half-smile. "it's just...your name sounded really familiar, and your singing, from earlier. it took me a little bit to realize, but after i looked at your face enough. ah, sorry, that sounds a bit weird," he looks down at his legs and shrugs, peeking back at sunmi from underneath his own hair before lifting his head again. he almost can't believe that he's sitting here, actually speaking with her. for a moment he almost gets the feeling of being starstruck. "yeah, i actually used to listen to your music all the time. i had all your songs downloaded on my phone, and some of your physical albums at home. i- now that i'm talking about it i'm a bit embarrassed from how i acted earlier." wooseok is sure his cheeks must be some kind of pink or red now as he continues to talk. "it's nice to meet you. again. i mean- that doesn't make any sense, sorry," he trips over his words and covers his face with his hands once more.

@◇ j wooseok the coastal air consoled her sullen expression as her eyes earnestly fell back at her newfound company with a tuck of her flowing hair behind her earlobe. "it's no problem. it's better than wandering around alone." she ended her sentence abruptly. she had a deep desire to go further into detail but the more she thought about it, the more the words fail to escape . there will be other opportunities for her to explain, spill about her past, but since she didn't want to overwhelm him, she sat there comfortable with her head drifting downwards snuggly in between her knees. "seems we are." she whispered, thoughts heavy and tone unbeknownst to her drizzled with defeat. although she was distracted by the soothing crashes of the waves, she made sure to remind herself whom she's with. it's been far too long since she had company to entertain and, although she was unsure about his intentions, she felt a sense of sincerity through his words. her head peers from the sudden question, visibly taken aback. "y-yes. that's me. funny, you recognized me." she giggled, face softened as her body turned to his side. "were you a fan? what gave it away?" she inched closer, eyes beaming with curiosity. this was much more interesting than she originally thought. "there's no need to apologize, i'm very ecstatic you've figured it out. it's been a while since anybody bought up that question."

@◈ l sunmi ᵗʰᵉ ˢᶦʳᵉⁿ "ah, okay..." he leaves it at that, not sure how else to respond as a forlorn expression passes onto her face. wooseok hasn't been here nearly as long as she seems to have been, so he can't say much to her about it, but internally he feels just as hopeless as she looks at the mention of time. "thank you, for offering to help. i haven't talked to many of the people here so i'm not sure... i don't really have anyone to turn to." in order to sit more comfortably wooseok changed his sitting position, folding his legs over to sit criss-cross in the sand. upon finding out that there really is no way out of here, he feels a weight drop in his stomach. perhaps he was already expecting that kind of answer, but it still leaves him feeling a bit nauseous. "right. we're trapped then..." he says quietly, looking out at the waves slowly moving up over the shore before crawling back to the ocean. wooseok takes a deep breath, willing back the emotion bubbling up in his throat - he will n o t cry here, not now - and instead focuses on why this woman feels so familiar. he glances at her face again, blinking a few times before he finally realizes, "excuse me, sorry for asking out of nowhere, but when you said your name was sunmi... are you lee sunmi, the singer?"

@◇ j wooseok "it's no problem at all... there all better." sunmi flashed a smile as she disposed of the remaining grains back into the sand. although she felt his eyes focused on her face, she didn't bear any ill-will but she was fairly curious why. at the mention of time, sadness fell upon her features. it was an issue she had trouble keeping up with even when she was an idol back in seoul. "let's just say i've been here a while. you lose track of time easily here." she hugged her knees softly as she glanced upwards at him shyly. "i know enough to get around.. so if you need any sort of help in the future, let me know. i can do well for myself by entertaining someone in a walk." she suggested as she breathed in the crisp and salty air of the ocean. "i apologize if i sound a bit blunt, but it's no use. no boats visit here despite there being a lighthouse not too far from where we are. you'll find out soon enough that this place is an endless mystery. that's why it's better to protect yourself with people you may trust." she rambled, each line hinted with slight longing and defeat. she, too, hoped there was a way but she never found one. she accepted it long ago that this was the life she was meant to live, to kill and repent for her sins.

@◈ l sunmi ᵗʰᵉ ˢᶦʳᵉⁿ wooseok allowed himself to be pulled up from the sand, cheeks partially flushed from embarrassment as the woman reached out to brush grains out of his hair. he still couldn't shake the sense that there was something familiar about her. the answer felt like it was on the tip of his tongue, but his brain was just as foggy to the answer as the dense clouds far out on the water. "thank you," he says instead, unable to stop himself from staring up into her wide eyes, drawn into the warmth of her smile. "i guess you're right about that. this place is... kinda weird, to put it lightly. have you been here long?" wooseok wonders - not for the first time - if the other people here are just as clueless as him. he's lost track of time already, but he's sure he's only been here for a few days, four at the most, and he has yet to find a way out. he hasn't really talked to anybody else since he got here, except for this woman, sunmi. "i am a little lost. i was mostly looking to see if there were any boats out of here, but," he bites his lip, and shrugs. "there don't seem to be any."

@◇ j wooseok "no, it's quite alright." sunmi reasoned with an encouraging nod. she was rather lonesome despite her natural gravitation being independent but the idea of having company grew the more enticing, opening the possibility the more she talked to the stranger. he was rather pleasant, the kind that she wanted to treasure. "here, let me assist you." her fingers curled around his hands as she did her best to pull half his body upwards, that way their eyes were leveled. her smile widened as his hair was disheveled and covered with sand. she unhesitatingly went ahead to pat some remnants away. "thank you very much, i appreciate it. it's very rare for me to get into the mood to sing these days. this place is not very inspiring when it comes to music except by the beach, perhaps." she honestly replied. "were you lost? or are you one to appreciate the beauty of the ocean as well?" she hummed with an inquisitive chime, fairly curious why one of her prey stumbled into the outskirts where anyone, including herself, will take advantage.

@◈ l sunmi ᵗʰᵉ ˢᶦʳᵉⁿ while he'd like to say that his over-the-top reaction was a fluke wooseok is - in reality - easily startled. he keeps his eyes covered, about to peek through his fingers when he hears shuffling as the figure seems to move. he catches a glimpse of long, dark hair and a flowing dress before closing his eyes. "um, it's fine. sorry, i didn't mean to react like that," he says, swallowing and wavering between the decision to move his hands or keep them over his face. "i was just looking around and ended up here, i didn't mean to bother you either." when he feels a gentle touch on his hand he finally brings both of them down, blinking in the sunlight before making eye contact with the stranger. she's familiar - too familiar, almost, for being in such a strange place. "i'm wooseok. it's nice to meet you too?" he says, voice rising in question at the end, and not sure what else to say he continues, "by the way, your singing, uh, it was really pretty."

@◇ j wooseok although sunmi was a bit annoyed from the sudden disturbance, her expression softened as she watched the stranger cower downwards into the sand. she walked right over to his side, dress flowing in unison with the sea breeze while she squatted down for closer inspection. she took a few brief moments to conclude that he was nonthreatening before deciding to speak. "i apologize for startling you... not a lot of people visit the ocean so you can probably understand my need to be cautious." she consoled, tone as soft-spoken as was her singing. she carefully placed a gentle hand on his fingers, reassuring him with a few pats. "i won't hurt you. my name's sunmi, it's a pleasure to meet you." her knees laid flat on the sand as she tucked her ebony locks behind her ear, feigning bashfulness.

@◈ l sunmi ᵗʰᵉ ˢᶦʳᵉⁿ wooseok had been walking the beach, trying to see beyond the fog far out on the water, when he heard the voice. it was an almost haunting melody given that he thought he was alone. he thought of ghosts and spirits, shivering in his sweatshirt even though the sun was high in the sky, and as he looked around for the source of the voice he found a figure he hadn't noticed earlier, sitting near the water. he thought about running away, but he hasn't seen anyone since he arrived in... wherever this place was. so he approached the figure, about to say something when the singing abruptly ended and they turned around. he yelped in surprise, stumbling back and covering his eyes, falling onto his backside in the sand.

@◇ j wooseok by the ocean, sunmi felt nothing but at home. the gentle sprits of water against her skin refreshed her and the little sun warmly set on her face evaporated any stress from her current situation. it was serene enough that she began to sing along to the crashing of waves, a melancholic melody filled with las to replace the lack of lyrics. her voice was soft as if a mother lulling a baby to sleep but, in this case, it was to calm her remaining nerves. she continued for a while until she heard movement behind her, forcing her to stop and turn around.