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( ˙ ˖ ✶ @myungaji· )

service with a smile has slowly became his mantra for living––he’ll recycle the same face for different faces in front of him just to secure his bag. these faces don’t particularly rouse anything else out of him; he engages in pleasant conversation while brewing orders down to the last person in line for the rush. the voice perks his… well, everything about him, and somehow black flower cafe’s flower boy sprouted into something more animate. finally, someone that makes him hate the world a little less.

it first starts with a pause where he makes sure he’s recognizing the right person based off of his voice, and then the smile comes in full bloom. “iced this time,” myungjun recites, tapping the order into the register. he sounds impressed, but it’s all in playful banter. “a change in routine. i’m impressed with you, daeil.”��

before he can finish punching in the order, he glances up from the register.  “and what size would you like your iced americano in? are you taking it to go?”

to be entirely honest, daeil is grateful for the sense of familiarity, the greeting that acknowledges the times that they’ve met and spoken before. he’s aware that it’s mostly apart of his show, the smile that myungjun offers him, but he mirrors the expression with a tinge of thanks creeping into the depths of his eyes and the ever expanding curve of his lips. the wallet is pulled from his pocket, and he’s soon pulling his card and preparing to insert it into the chip reader.

thanks for the coffee, mom.

“large? the largest?” he tips his head, peering at the cups they use. he probably doesn’t need so much caffeine, but he wants it and can afford it and he’s still sleepy enough to disregard health consequences. daeil returns his gaze to the barista, brows raising and head shaking, “and ah, no— i’m here to stay.” in the far corner of the shop, with his near dreadful mountain of notes and textbooks.

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Taemin - ‘Day and Night’ mv teaser #Day

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oopsies. i became busy for a few days but replies are coming soon! thanks for the patience, everyone.

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( ˙ ˖ ✶ @mxxnseol· )

——         she stares at the street names, and there’s frustration on the edges of her gaze. again seol finds herself questioning her adventurous trait. if only she wasn’t so exploratory, would she still be in the comforts of her own bed. as she acknowledges the dead end, the woman exhales a needed breath. great. now what was she supposed to do?

she keeps walking and rather oblivious of the stranger, the girl almost jumps at a voice. “jesus,” she mumbles. seol locks eyes with the unfamiliar face. she questions his entire existence ( out of caution ) before she hears the confusion in his voice. and well, shit. she didn’t. there’s an awkward smile that paints pinkish lips and the female peers over her shoulder to see a simple empty road. “im sorry, im lost myself.” her stare returns back on the man as her smile drops and she sighs. “i heard there was a cool cafe here. but—“ seol pauses, glancing over the emptiness before him. “never wholeheartedly believe in tourist forums.”

he registers her expression, and at first dismisses it as the product of being startled by his sudden appearance. his eyes are widened in a stance of innocence and hope, but daeil quickly learns that she’s just as lost as he is. “with the really good patbingsu—” it’s as if he’s finishing her explanation, finger raising in an affirming point and shaking twice before falling into a fist. he acts a bit childishly when he stomps a foot, turning slightly to look back in the direction he had came.

“are we being pranked?” comes the call to no one in particular, and he expects to receive no answer when he turns back towards the stranger with a huff puffed past his lips. the situation is frustrating, but it’s almost equally amusing. “what are the odds of this? seriously. if anything, do you have a working phone? gps?” he has long since stopped believing in fate, but there’s a moment where he begins to reconsider. “mine’s dead.”

maybe they can help each other.

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( ˙ ˖ ✶ @vexki· )

                   he  could  always  tell  when  they  were  new.  maybe  it  was  just  his  own  weird  superpower or  maybe  it  was  just  because  they  all  seemed to  give  off  the  same  vibe  whenever they  stepped  into  his  club.  leaning  against the  bar,  his  gaze  wandered around  a  bit  more,  enjoying the  sight  of  a  full  club  –  the  pride  of  any  club  owner. the  music  was  particularly  good  this  evening, the  new  dj  he  had  hired  was  already  more  than  pulling his  weight  as  he  weaved the  music  into  an  infectious string  of  beats  that  kept  most  people pumped  and  on  the  dance  floor.  

                   before  he  knew  it,  his  eyes  were  landing once  again  on  the  newcomer that  he’d  spotted a  few  moments again,  the  slightest of  smiles  spreading onto  his  lips  as  he  waited  to  see  if  the  other  would  notice his  gaze;  a  hand  lifting to  motion  him  over  and  shoo  away  a  few  lingering  people to  make  space  at  the  edge  of  the  bar,  hoping  to  make  it  clear  that  he’d  like  him  to  come  over  towards  him.

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daeil, despite his many shortcomings, isn’t entirely oblivious. he’s a man that has always been keen on knowing his surroundings, and he carries himself with a natural curiosity that often lends to him watching people, interactions, mundane happenings within his general vicinity. however, it’s a bit harder to pay attention to the detail around him when there’s so much bustle, particularly in a place like a club where music drowns out anything farther away than a few feet and there’s lighting that leaves much to the imagination. it’s why, making his way from the bar and to a seemingly open space where he can be alone, he doesn’t notice the eyes that follow him. 

not until he’s settled in said spot, anyway. 

he allows himself to then look around, taking a sip from the glass filled with nothing but water. he’s already had two vodkas tonight— with a dash of cranberry and soda, please—and with the consideration of winding down for the evening, leaned towards something that would make it easier to sober up. he pauses, though, lips still presses to the chilled glass. there’s eyes that meet his own and his immediate reaction is awkward. a glance down at his shirt, clean, and then to the space next to him, which remains empty. he looks back. why is this man staring? 

a brow quirks towards him in a distanced reply, matching the stare and perhaps extending an invitation to answer his silent question. he wants the stranger to come to him.

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( ˙ ˖ ✶ @myungaji​ )

myungjun’s been busy circulating on this night, but there’s something about the event that doesn’t appeal to him––people are wearing fucking masks, and he can’t tell who anyone is. and that’s the whole subject matter of the event: cheaply made masks and, if you’re ambitious, a pretentiously more elaborate cheaply made mask. it’s not the kind of outing he’s big about, but it would have sucked to have nothing to talk about with customers the next morning. hey oppa, were you at the masquerade? no, i stayed home. booo, you’re no fun! 

also––how wicked would it be to witness some sort of big crime take place at vue’s anniversary? 

in hindsight, he probably should have babysat his drink for the entire duration to avoid moving around so much and pushing past crowded bodies. he’d bid a lovely night to a regular and decided to grab another drink at the bar, and that’s when THAT. happens. he’s irritated, sure, but his smile proves to save the other party from a horrid night. empty words such as “no, please don’t sweat it, it’s no big deal…” act to brush the accident aside.

he takes the.. whatever, napkins or rags from the person to tend to himself, but that brief moment of contact takes him back. myungjun carefully watches the expression behind the mask; the voice; the painstakingly awkward body language…

and christ, the very average mask.

“ryu daeil,” he greets him by name with a warm smile, lifting his pretentiously more elaborate cheaply made mask. “it’s you, daeil, isn’t it?”

an embarrassed flush that has colored the apples of his cheeks is veiled by his mask and the dim environment he’s found himself in, though it’s so brief that it could be dismissed even beneath proper lighting. his hand has found a rag that’s ushered his way by the employee behind the bar, and it’s pulled from his grasp nearly as quickly by the victim of his carelessness. it’s true that the man seems unbothered by the incident, and the reassurance paired with the liquor he’s consumed does well to curb his concern.

there’s something familiar when eyes begin to focus on the visible aspects of the other’s features— even more familiar as he registers the tone of his voice.

“you’re sure?” he questions, however, attention cast to the glass upon the floor and quickly melting ice. it’s brushed away from the man’s foot with the toe of his own shoe, but not too far as to make an even bigger mess. a nod acknowledges the comment of an employee that someone will sweep it up. “i’ll buy you a drink—” is attempt to further apologize.

but then... ryu daeil? once again his gaze shifts, watching as the mask prettier than his own is lifted to reveal the victim’s face. he almost pales, because shit— is there anything worse than potentially pissing off the person that makes your coffee? mirroring him, he lifts the cheap material to reveal his own face as confirmation. there’s something cheeky about is expression and the way his brow lifts in response.

“you got me. don’t spit in my coffee, alright?”

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( ˙ ˖ ✶ @chverins )

it wasn’t often that the clean-cut and innocent looking guys wandered into club aura. they usually found themselves at vue, without a clue what happened behind the scenes at either place. she’d bet one of her co-workers that he had to be a doctor or a lawyer or maybe even a teacher. his profession did not matter, only that he’d found himself in this place on this night. 

chaerin managed to pick her way through the crowded press of sweaty bodies to where the man sat, the bass thumping so loudly she could barely hear her own thoughts. “hey handsome,” she purred as she approached and took a seat at the bar beside him. perhaps she was wrong and he had sought out the seedier activities here on purpose. she would be just the person to find out and not only because she had money depending on the outcome.

“you here all alone tonight? maybe i could keep you company.” she conveniently forgot to mention the part where he’d have to pay extra for her so-called company but there was no use mentioning that little detail just yet. not before she’s investigated and decided exactly where he stood. either he’d be an innocent and tell her to get lost or she’d gain a potential customer. it would be an interesting conversation either way.

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if the little town is well known for its nightlife, isn’t it only natural that he wants to know if what they say is true? daeil had considered this notion an obvious one, but perhaps he’d set himself up this time. if the kind of patrons that filtered into the club alongside him hadn’t been enough of a display of what this particular place had to offer, then the men and women alike that seemed to disappear with overly flirty employees was now telling. but, seated alone and nursing only his second drink, the people watching was entertainment enough.

he’d never been to a place quite like this.

a voice travels to his ears, dismissed at first with the ignorance of assuming that the call had been for someone else. it’s when the soft tone travels closer, continuing in an inquiry, that he shifts his gaze towards the source. he blinks, once again both taken aback and a bit amused. 

“do you see anyone else?” the answer takes on a tone that implies he isn’t serious, but he is. his glass is brought to his lips, taking a beat longer to respond to the latter part of her approach. it hides his shy hesitance to reply.  “i don’t mind, i guess. but why would you?” this shyness turns into asking pointblank, lack of experience in these situations leaving him tactless. his assumptions based on her demeanor lean towards what he had seen others in the club fall trap to, though.

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( ˙ ˖ ✶ @hcneydcw  )

                    the  message  boards  online  were  one  of  her  easiest  places  to  get  away  with .  the  community  between  anyone  who  was  working  into  being  part  of  the  medical  field  was  vicious  and , despite  all  the  hard  work  emts  put  in ,  she  found  herself  often  put  down  by  those  wanting  to  be  doctors  or  nurses . even  with  this , she’d  found  a  few  places  online  where  she  could  chatter  with  others  about  the  struggles  of  their  studies  and  tonight  was  one  of  those  nights . long  nights  of  study , followed  with  a  few  glasses  of  wine  and  her  fingers  were  tapping  across  the  keyboard  with  ease , commenting  and  messaging  with  those  she  considered  friends .  as  much  as  they  could  be  friends  without  really  seeing  each  other . 

                           ( hcney  @  11:45pm )  hey  daeil , are  you  up ?                               i  have  a  question  for  you !

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in all truth and sincerity, daeil is absolutely lucky that he got into the school he was admitted to. and the medical department? he’s certain that his religious parents call it a miracle. it’s the constant studying that keeps him afloat, only receiving grades that are just satisfactory enough to keep him from getting kicked from the medical program. it’s a reality that he’s aware of, and as the glow of his laptop illuminates his features, fingertips type hasty replies to those that he had sought advice and information from.

sometimes, though... there are those that seek his input, too.

the notification catches his attention, closing the dm from a student in his residency in favor of looking to see whom the new one is from. the aspiring emt— they’ve chatted, here and there. the career itself has always been interesting him, despite the elitist opinions of some other users that prowl the forums, and maybe that’s why their conversations have become more frequent.

( 94daeil @ 11:48pm ) barely ;;;; ( 94daeil @ 11:49pm ) what’s the question? shoot.

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( ˙ ˖ ✶ @hinakano  )

“be more careful, why don’t you?” much to her own amusement hina feigns anger for a moment, letting the act go on long enough for it to be believable only to then… promptly burst out in delicate laughter.

hearing the glass shatter is a little scary, but from what she can see nobody got hurt and that’s more than enough. “hey, it’s alright. it can happen to anyone,” hina nonchalantly takes a sip from her drink as if to prove that it’s really, really not a big deal.

the event is interesting enough to maintain hina in a good mood throughout the night, never truly alone and with enough alcohol to keep her going. so perhaps that’s why she smiles at this stranger, and graciously offers, “if you want another drink, it’s on me.”

the retort to his apology is expected, a breath taken sharply into lungs as fingers curl around the fabric of a rag. he notes it as coming from the employee tending the bar, who has likely seen similar messes from drunken patrons. but then, unexpectedly, there’s laughter— why is the woman laughing?

daeil looks to her, and she seems rather nonchalant about the ordeal. he looks to her foot then, and there’s no injury or blood, just glass and what’s left of the dissipating ice. his worries settle, just as quickly as it had arose. an apologetic smile curves a single corner of his lips, though, maintaining his sorry and vaguely concerned expression. “it could,” he agrees, kneeling down to wipe most of it from the floor. he heeds the bartender’s comment that an employee will sweep it up, and soon he’s standing tall again. “i’m still sorry, though. i should pay more attention.”

the rag returns to the bar top, eyebrows lifting in consideration of the woman’s offer. that isn’t the norm, right? buying someone a drink when they just shattered one over your foot. “tonight must be a good night for you. buying clumsy strangers a drink?”

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( ˙ ˖ ✶ @myungaji  ) 

in every sense of the word cliche, daeil is a man that needs his morning cup of coffee— joe, if you will. the warmth curbs his grumpy, morning moods and the caffeine offers enough energy to power through the earliest of lectures. isn’t it natural that the raved cafe was his first stop upon arriving in town? he wasn’t disappointed with their americano, either.

he’s come with his books this time, though they’re already set upon the surface of his usual table by the time he approaches the queue, order in mind. the brief wait spurs him to look over the familiar menu, taking note of the special that he’ll never bother to order. daeil has already broken routine enough by visiting this place.

the patrons before him have already put in their own orders, and when there’s a space left in front of the register, he’s quick to step up in their place. his gaze lifts to the employee, the barista with the tag tacked to his shirt that reads myungjun, and there’s a surprising twitch at the corner of his lips. he’s gifting him a friendly, acquainted smile. “americano. iced this time.” 

he delves his hand into his pocket to retrieve his wallet.

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( ˙ ˖ ✶ @mxxnseol  )

daeil is, well... lost. the cellular device gripped tightly within his hand is dead, and it seems that the directions he can recall from the tourist forum were wrong. the cafe he had sought out either never existed in that corner of the street, or it had since moved or shut down. either way, he feels that it had been a complete waste of his time. 

the main street that he is familiar with is out of sight, and he’s taken so many turns that he doesn’t recall which direction it resides in. he’s certain that he should be careful of walking onto the wrong street, too. it could prove to be dangerous for someone as unassuming as him.

there’s a girl, though... he sees her walking towards him, and her appearance is dainty enough that no alarms are raised. his gaze locks onto her and he veers only slightly to stop her before she walks past or has a chance to ignore him—

“hey, uh, do you know how to get back to the main road?”

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( ˙ ˖ ✶ @mghyunwoo​ )

shell shock. you’d think he’d be suffering from it similarly to how he’d suffered from culture shock each time he moved, country to drastically different country, but daeil has seen enough raunchy films and has read enough of the news to quell the greatest majority of his naivety. living in the western side of the world deserves its’ credit, too.

he knows what escorting looks like, and he knows that it was the entire reason his friend had raved about this place to begin with. he, personally, has no plans to indulge... but there’s curiosity that eats away at the forefront of his mind, and a question that tickles the tip of his tongue as his gaze fixates on a man within the particularly niche club.

“what’s it like?”

his question hangs in the air, and he’s not certain that it can even be heard. there’s a drink in his hand, cold against his palm, and the ice clinks when he takes a step closer to interrogated. “you work here, right? what’s it like?”

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( ˙ ˖ ✶ @sclrina )

the hotel accommodation that has become an almost temporary home isn’t as shabby as daeil had originally anticipated, though the tiny apartment he truly takes residence in doesn’t set the bar very high. his back is unaffected by the mattress and the water pressure when he showers is comparable to that of his home... thus far, he hasn’t found anything to complain about. 

except, well, the obvious duos that stumble in at night, clinging to each others’ frames with a laughable lust in their eyes. 

a hand has found a place in the pocket of his jeans, the other curled around the strap of the bag that dangles from his shoulder. the weight of the books he’s carrying weighs him down, and he doesn’t plan to stand around for longer than he has to when he approaches the desk he had checked in at upon his arrival in town. 

he should be checking out, but he’s had enough time and still has enough intrigue to reconsider. after all, the distance to his necessary classes isn’t unbearable. 

“excuse me,” the request for attention comes with a blink, once and then twice. “i was wondering if i could extend my stay?”

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indents can be felt as fingertips slip beneath the abrasive contour of the mask, rubbing at the place along his cheek that had been irritated by the cheaply cut plastic. daeil has never been to a masquerade, not properly. once, in his second year of high school, there had been something similar... but he had never actually put the effort into wearing one. 

with his recent arrival in the area, he hadn’t had time to prepare, either. the material covering the upper portion of his features is plain and solid black— a sudden, bargain buy. he can’t be bothered to care for the opinions of others, though, sipping idly at the drink within his hand as he rests perched against the bar. the beverage is cold and refreshing, offering relief from the heated environment within the club. 

despite having never been to an event like this, he’s certainly impressed. maybe he could afford to go to things like this more often?

blindly, he reaches to place the now empty glass upon the surface of the bar, but there’s a miscalculation in the distance and it falls to the floor, immediately shattering at the side of a foot. there’s a start that contorts his features, though little of it is seen beneath the thing upon his face. “shit—”, comes the curse, as quick as the incident. the hand that held the drink flies to cover his mouth, and he’s already scrambling for napkins or a rag, anything. “i’m sorry.”

what a mess. maybe he won’t go to things like this more often.

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you can like this for a random starter ! ouo

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wait, was that [ lee taemin ] checking in just now? wait, no, it was just [ ryu daeil ]. they are a [ 24 year old ] [ cis male ], and they are a [ tourist ] looking for some fun. guess they wanted to get away from [ university life ] for a while. i’ve heard that they’re [ forthright and mellow ], but also can be [ petulant and flighty ]. they also really like [ studying medicine ]. well. this should be interesting. 

hello! ouo i’m lyss— 21 years old, she/her pronouns, and awful at intros. this is my first swing at a closed community roleplay in quite some time and i’m excited to stretch my writing legs and get this muse going. so, first! i am a sucker for pre-established relationships and always open to plotting. while this muse may appear to be tame, i’d really like to see how deep and dark this boy can go. come at me with anything and everything, please. (~: preferably in tumblr DMs, but you’re welcome to ask for my discord, too! i’m in the est timezone, by the way.

instead of writing a long biography in this post, i went ahead and completed daeil’s profile here. i’ll still throw in a quick summary below!

born and raised mostly in seoul. spent his high school years in canada, where his parents still live. he is fluent in english.

daeil is a tourist that has only been in michi-go resort for nearly a week. he’s a bit of a wallflower and tends to stick to himself, but he’s probably made his fair share of rounds to the local bars, clubs, and definitely coffee shops. coffee fiends, man.

he was supposed to visit with a friend, but said friend bailed the day before the trip. daeil decided to go through with it anyway, despite being the less outgoing of the two.

he is a medical student at yonsei university and takes his studies seriously. a bit less seriously since unwinding in town, though.

newly single, and he doesn’t really like to talk about it. 

sex? drugs? violence? nah. he has experience in none of those things, but he does enjoy drinking away his thoughts and feelings.

key traits include: condescending, intuitive, reliable, pouty, impatient, independent, witty.

most importantly, he’s thinking about extending his trip.

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