⠀⠇university

@yoo jimin wonwoo's own face was a tad red again, but he ignored it and took a glance around the park, still wondering why on earth he would say something like that aloud. when jimin spoke again though, he felt small goosebumps rise over his skin – she thinks he's handsome, that's something, right? with a smile, wonwoo meets jimin's gaze again and nods. "okay, i'll be waiting. hm.. should we go back home now though or..?" their ice creams are gone and the day's coming to an end, wonwoo didn't even notice how fast time went by, but then again it's not a surprise whenever he's with jimin.

@jeon wonwoo Jimin nodded at Wonwoo's remarks, a smile gracing her lips before it faded away at his stumbling over words. Her eyes widened a bit, and an awkward laugh escaped her, though she couldn't quite fathom why her cheeks flushed at his words. Jimin quickly patted her rosy cheeks, saying, "You're so funny."

She gasped, covering in surprise. "Woah, chagiya? Seriously?" Jimin was taken aback before laughing it off with a nod. "Alright, I must be biased, but I speak the truth, though. You're... handsome, though, oppa, and yes, be my model then. I shall get the outfits ready for you soon!" she exclaimed in excitement.

@yoo jimin "mhm, not to other countries no– at least for sure not in the beginning." he shrugs a bit, knowing that he as a long way to go specially since he picked up on his dreams a little later than others. "always gonna have appetite for you." he nods once, then realizes his own words and quickly amends it. "your cooking, i mean, of course."

even before jimin starts to compliment him, wonwoo feels his ears grow red. how could he say such thing? but on top of that, does jimin really think he's /that/ handsome? by the time she's done talking, his entire face is quite red. "yeah yeah, whatever. you're probably just being biased.. but– i'm down, i can model for you. for free, on top of that."

@jeon wonwoo jimin's eyes sparkled with a mix of amusement and affection as wonwoo shared his aspirations. "flying from city to city, back and forth, huh? sounds like a plan. just promise you'll save some appetite for my cooking," she teased, a warmth in her tone that mirrored the comfort of their conversation.

as wonwoo expressed doubt about being a model, jimin couldn't help but chuckle. "ruining my fabrics? chagiya , with that face, you'd turn heads even in a potato sack," she said, her sincerity cutting through the light-hearted banter. "but seriously, if you ever decide to give modeling a shot, I'm all in. I wouldn't mind my designs gracing the runway with you as the canvas." jimin's encouragement was genuine, reflecting both her confidence in wonwoo's appeal and her support for his dreams, whatever they may be.

@yoo jimin at jimin's question, wonwoo pauses for a few seconds. he never thought that far, in fact when he dreamed of becoming a pilot jimin wasn't in his life yet, but now that he is he knows for a fact he doesn't want to have a traveling life. with a quick shake of his head, he smiles. "i'll start small you know? probably flying flights from one city to another, back and forth. will be back home just in time for your delicious dinner!" he sounds a little too excited, but he can't help it – not when he's so casually talking to jimin. "thank you though.. and, i mean– i wouldn't mind.. but do you think i'm fit for being a model? i might just ruin your precious pieces."

@jeon wonwoo her eyes goes widened when he mentioned of being a pilot. "omona saesange chagiya." gasped her as she covered in disbelief. "y you are going to become a pilot? woah. then are you going to leave me?" asked her as she bites her lips, and couldn't help but being pouty about it. " but again, I do respect things you wanna do so I'll leave it up to you to makes a better decision and strive for you goals?" jimin blinked when wonwoo reached out with handkerchief to wipes the corner of her lips cause her to laughs. she couldn't help but to blushes at his actions. "oh well , how about both? maybe you could be passed as my model too."

@yoo jimin wonwoo couldn't help how his heart just skipped at beat, the brightness in jimin's words and how she clearly is passionate about designing and fashion made wonwoo feel quite warm even. he could see himself in her, both his old self from years ago and himself now. "that's very cute, i'm glad you're able to find something you truly enjoy. for me, it took a while there to get back at it, but now i really see myself being a pilot– airplane ones." he then takes out a handkerchief from his pocket and absentmindedly reaches over to wipe a trace or two of the ice cream off jimin's lips. "that's funny, you guys are right and... do you mean that as in, watch one of the classes with you? or join you in one of these parties..?"

@jeon wonwoo she chuckled lightly, a touch of bashfulness in her demeanor as wonwoo mentioned her love for making clothes. "well, it's a creative outlet for me, you know? seeing something come to life with my own hands is quite fulfilling." said her as she finishing off her ice cream. As they settled on a nearby bench, jimin's eyes sparkled with a mix of happiness and shyness. "and the class party? it's just a small celebration, nothing too fancy but it does make the learning environment more enjoyable. sometimes we just need a reason to gather and share some laughter." she paused, looking at wonwoo. "would you ever want to join in with my class sometimes?" asked her on purpose.

@yoo jimin once again, wonwoo tried to focus on his ice cream, by now only the cone was left and he started to take small bites off it. he knew that the look on her face meant she was a little too happy to see him struggle with his worlds, but he appreciated the fact that she didn't about it, for once. it's cute to him how jimin is bold on her texts, but in person she happens to be as shy as he probably is too. the brightness in her gaze made wonwoo smile as he led them to a nearby bench and took a seat. "i never realized til now how much you love it, it's cute. i'll love to see all of those– it must be fun to be able to make your own clothes. and a class party? never had one when i was studying, is it for any special occasion or..?"

@jeon wonwoo jimin couldn't help but notice the brief freeze and flustered look that crossed wonwoo's face when she mentioned her relationship status. she found his reaction rather endearing, and a small smile crept onto her lips as she watched his attempts to maintain composure. she appreciated his words, even though his initial reaction spoke volumes. "oh, chagiya," she said with a soft chuckle, "I appreciate your honesty. it means a lot that you'd be happy for me." she could tell that he might be struggling with mixed feelings, but she appreciated his support. as the conversation shifted to her projects, jimin's eyes brightened with enthusiasm. "I'd love to show you some of my work, oppa. it's a big part of my life, and I'm passionate about it. I think you might enjoy seeing what I've been working on. it's an evening dress. the one i want to wear on my class party. "

@yoo jimin he froze for a few seconds as he was about to take another bite off his ice cream. briefly, his gaze searched for jimin's and wonwoo couldn't help but to feel slightly flustered at the way she put it – but yes, to know that she's single actually brought an unknown happiness to wonwoo too. "i i mean.. i suppose, if you weren't.. i'd be happy for you anyway?" the frown on his features told otherwise, but nonetheless he moved on with a nod. "yeah, of course i'd like to see those! i've actually never seen any of your projects? i'm sure they're all very nice." he tried not to overthink her words, but wonwoo has never been so confused before.

@jeon wonwoo jimin turned to look at the male next to her with a puzzled expression before she laughed again. "are you happy that i'm breaking their hearts, and i'm technically single right now?" jimin got a little bit confused at wonwoo's remarks. there is no way he would feel the same things as her too, right?"oh, my class was alright. we were just chilling earlier. but i'm still working on my dress designs. if you want to see, i can show you later," she beamed in excitement. her enthusiasm for her dress designs was evident as she continued, "i've been putting a lot of thought and effort into them, so it would mean a lot to me if you'd like to take a look."

@yoo jimin ".. i think i'd be quite happy." wonwoo shrugs a bit, but quickly changes the attention from his words to his walk – as he takes jimin's bag and hangs it over his own shoulder, he starts walking towards a nearby park he knows of. her last words though make wonwoo laugh softly to himself and mumble a small 'yet'. and right then he finds himself surprised again, why did he even think or felt like saying that? it's not like he sees himself dating jimin, right? "anyway, how were classes? good?"

@jeon wonwoo "what if I said I did? are you going to judge me then? heh. maybe. I don't know, I don't really counts how much people confessing to me you know. it's too much works for me who's already busy with my designs stuffs. " tell jimin with a small laughter. jimin is enjoying her ice cream before she gasped and look at wonwoo disbelief. "woah, what are you trying to do right now? carry my bag? you're not even my boyfriend. " mumbled her but she still hand her bag anyways and giggles right after.

@yoo jimin "is that so? have you directly rejected each one of them? must be hard, cause i'm sure the number isn't low." after a small from his own ice cream, he grins at her – but on the inside, wonwoo kind of wished the touch had lasted for a little longer. he had this urge to just reach out and hold her free hand, but instead he held onto his ice cream with both hands. everyone else around them was quickly forgotten but by now, it didn't surprise wonwoo as much as it did before, how easily he becomes engrossed in jimin, how easily she steals the scene, how easily her smile knocks wonwoo out of breath. lost in the latter, he takes a few seconds longer than he should to reply, but once he does he nods with a matching enthusiasm. "needed a break from my computer anyway, but you probably read my mind– i was just about to suggest that. now give me your bag, i'll carry it for you."

@jeon wonwoo jimin chuckled at wonwoo's playful teasing, savoring the special connection they shared. his comment about her using his nickname in public had tickled her, and she found herself drawn even closer to him. playfully, she nudged his side, their subtle physical contact sparking a pleasant warmth between them. "admirers? pft. don't worry, they already got their hearts broken." as she the ice cream, she savored the sweet treat and contemplated their options. "hmm," she began, her gaze shifting to the surroundings bathed in the soft glow of the setting sun, "we could take a leisurely stroll around a bit more, soak up the last of the daylight. it's such a beautiful evening, and i'm not in a hurry to go home."

jimin's smile was radiant, reflecting the genuine affection she held for wonwoo. she couldn't help but feel fortunate to have him by her side, sharing moments like these. "what do you think?" she asked, her voice soft and inviting, eager to hear his thoughts on their next adventure together.

@yoo jimin wonwoo tries to ignore the butterflies in his stomach when jimin repeats said nickname, but the smile that naturally takes over his features says it all – he does, indeed, enjoy it. "yeah yeah, i just didn't think you'd be bold enough to say it in public. what if people heard you? i'm sure your admirers would be heartbroken." his smile becomes quite teasing now, but as he watches her try out the ice cream, he can't help but to reach up to give her head a small pat. "not my problem anyway, let them be."

@jeon wonwoo jimin was too engrossed with the ice cream before she looked up at wonwoo, her raised eyebrows. "what, call you what?" she asked before she realized and bit her tongue slightly; then giggled after that. "ah, you mean chagiya? why? i thought you liked it when i called you that, heh." , even though her cheeks slightly flushed as well because of her unexpected blunder. "thank you for this ice cream; i'll eat this well." she started to the ice cream, savoring the flavor, and smiled happily. "eung, so tasty!!"

@yoo jimin it's not like wonwoo was trying too hard, maybe just trying a little, but he did his best to stay on his best posture and from months on of doing live streams by now he quite knows what kind of smile pleases others – and that's exactly the one he gives jimin's friends who are looking and pointing. it falters a bit though when he hears jimin's nickname, he briefly glances around to make sure no one heard before he laughs softly. "aren't you too used to calling me that now? but yes, this is for you. i know how to keep a promise." with a small wink, wonwoo hands over the salted caramel ice cream. "a little cheer up in case you had a long day with classes."

@jeon wonwoo jimin, who had just finished her tasks early along with her friends, suddenly froze at the sight of wonwoo standing there. this was seriously unexpected. her friends nudged her teasingly and even commented on how handsome wonwoo was, causing her cheeks to flush. she playfully shoved them away and shared a small laugh with them. clearing , she noticed the ice cream in wonwoo's hands. why did his actions make her feel like she was being taken care of? why did she like this so much?"oh, you're here. omo, chagiya, is this for me?" she asked, inadvertently using the endearment again without realizing it.

@yoo jimin it took wonwoo a total of two minutes to decide to do it, he tried his best to not overthink his own actions and it wouldn't be too much of a surprise to jimin since he promised to get her a salted caramel ice cream, right? so, there he his, waiting by the university's entrance for her to come out – he might or might not have memorized her schedules by now. with two ice cream cones, one in each hand, he can't help but to smile and call out softly when she comes into view. "jimin-ah~"

@chae soobin tw: suicide ideation

The skyline bears heavily on Hansol, buildings and skyscrapers poking shyly into the edges of his vision. Shadows of a dark, nimbus cloud dapple the smoke from the cigarette lying inert between his middle and ring finger, and so it goes again. Hansol watches as the smoke stays just for a moment longer before dispersing and curling upwards into the grayness, and today, he’s feeling a little bit more like the gloom. Rundown and languid. Volatile and.. suicidal?

Kill yourself, the voices hush, underlining the silence despite the flashes of light running him by, receding into the nearest distance. Car lights paint him a yellowish tint, casting his silhouette a disfigured shape onto the opposing wall. Despite the people, despite the undersea of other voices, diaphanous and amorphous, the ones in his head remain more stable.. and so much realer.

Nobody has given him much attention, no matter how close he is to the midday rush and traffic, oscillating and pulling him in (it’s something along the lines of “everybody sees this everyday, what else is new?”).

Hansol can just picture it out in his head: Newspaper headlines, his dead body caught in between the highway, cars stopping by and nosy drivers getting their fill of another morbid reality before driving off, never having to think about him again. His face plastered onto different websites among thousands of social media platforms, the smudgy crags of his features leaving a picture-perfect smear of blood before diffusing into a mere icon, a tab meant to be clicked away and filed under: /well, damn that /.

But the voices are unyielding, it wants something more. Something even greater than the picturesque mystery of death, of what lies beyond and underneath. Just what are the shadows creeping into the edges of his sleep?

Are they are they are they are they are they are they are theyaretheyaretheyaretheyaretheyaretheyaretheyaretheyaretheyaretheyarethey

Hansol jolts, another voice piercing and lilting him away from the trance-like grip his own voices have held against him. The monotony of life continues, as if the shutter-start click of reality has suddenly switched from < Pause > to < Play >, its fingers dangling and pulled away as if stung by an unforeseen external factor.

Soobin.

He’s looking at her directly now, his eyes wide and glassy, still reeling from the transfixed ideation of death. But it doesn’t take him long to recover, schooling his features into the charming smile he’s always been known for and had a penchant to use.

“Hey,” he says, standing up and dusting away imaginary specks of dust from his scrubs. “I’m just taking a smoke, nothing too silly.”

Tilting his head and beckoning her closer, “Wanna join me?”

@choi hansol Soobin's boots clicked softly against the asphalt as she walked along the bustling streets of Seoul. The day was imbued with a perfect blend of summer vitality, a sumptuous orchestra of the senses. The sun hung generously in the sky, its golden rays cascading down to drench the city in warm hues. Buildings, cloaked in an array of colors and architectural styles, seemed to glow in the daylight, their windows shimmering like sequins on a dancer's gown. Trees flanked the sidewalk, their leaves an emerald green and radiant under the sun, lazily rustling as soft winds blew through.

The air was remindful of the scent of summer flowers, punctuated by occasional whiffs of savory street food, spiced chicken skewers, fried squid, and the unmistakable tang of kimchi, aromas that were an essential signature of Seoul's streets. Somewhere, not too far, the distant laughter and chatter of university students could be heard, mingling effortlessly with the chirps of birds and the light patter of water from a nearby fountain.

Soobin was walking along the outskirts of her alma mater, Seoul National University. As she passed familiar landmarks, the library where she had spent sleepless nights, the campus café that served as her sanctuary during stressful times, and lecture halls that witnessed her struggle and triumph, memories flooded back.

Medical school had been a mixed experience for her. Her name had carried both a crown and a cross. The crown came in the form of expectations, some lofty, others disparaging, but all were lenses through which people scrutinized her every move. The cross was heavier, burdened with judgmental stares and the whispers that tried to downplay her intelligence, hard work, and achievements. It was an atmosphere she had tolerated but never embraced.

She shook her head, dispelling the shadows of the past. Those days were behind her now, relegated to the role of mere stepping stones on her journey. Her present was different, standing firmly on her own two feet, thriving in her new life with her two furry companions and her dog cafe.

Amidst this reverie, her keen eyes spotted a young man sitting dangerously close to the edge of the curb, head faced down, seemingly lost in his own world. A frown etched on her face, born out of a cocktail of worry and a tingling familiarity. She couldn't place it, but something about him tugged at the threads of her memory. Approaching him cautiously, Soobin crouched down, reducing the world to just her and this stranger. Her boots touched the ground first, followed by the balls of her feet, maintaining a poised equilibrium even in her concern. She tapped gently on his shoulder. "Excuse me, are you okay? It's dangerous to be sitting so close to the curb."