fatalmisery

[fatalmisery]

hi everyone! sorry for the complete radio silence on my end lmao. i've been neck deep in half-assed essays in an attempt to get a scholarship so i kicked my ass to the hiatus list and while the process isn't over... there's at least no more writing to be had so i can actually start putting my writing energy on rp! with that being said... firstly my apologies for falling off of the face of the earth and leaving some plotting messages hanging. completely my fault... i have no excuses 💔

let me know if you still want to give me a second chance by liking this post and i'll come to your ims for plotting as i catch up on threads and replies 👉🏽👈🏽 this goes for new people as well! consider this some form of a plot call. not just for sungha here, but also for touma over at @egoistblue.

okay byeeeeeeee 👋

[fatalmisery]

hyperpyrexia.

blurry. sungha's vision had been waning since he left his apartment, a tell-tale sign that something is clearly wrong with his body, but his medical condition made him susceptible to ignoring the state his physical health is in. it's summer, and while sungha dislikes the rainy season for his own personal reasons, he can't seem to get along with summer either. his inability to feel temperature, unable to sweat, would often lead to overheating—and then, the fevers come; it's stupid, an obstacle in his path, but it's something he has dealt with frequently. he knows he's dealing with one now.

despite knowing the dangers of his current predicament, sungha goes about his day like normal, finding the idea of derailing from his already designated schedule far more troubling than being sick. a perfectionist at heart, he handles all his responsibilities in a timely manner, following the timeline he had created prior to executing them. sungha refuses to deviate from it, heading to his classes and tending to his extracurricular tasks. it's later into the day that he starts losing his ability to read the documents in hand, his eyes glazing over the texts that would usually take him only a few seconds to read.

he doesn't want to conclude his day here, the long to-do list he constructed in his head displaying several items unchecked, an image that would bother him should he call it quits. sungha should probably take a break though, a modicum of rest at the very least, so he heads out of the student government room and walks towards the vending machine, hoping for some tea.

instead of arriving at his destination without a hassle, his blurred vision causes him to collide into another venturing student—although the only one who stumbles backwards is sungha, weak as he is now, his head buzzing. blinking a few times to clear his sight, sungha ends up facing @ilsicarus head on. although the other man carries with him a reputation that deems him someone to be wary of, sungha had always been curious in regards to yijeong's state of mind, what he must have gone through to reach a point of no return. right now though, sungha probably seems like a worrisome mess, face reddened and skin hot with no signs of sweat—something he can't feel for himself, but yijeong might have after sungha rammed into him; unwarranted skin-to-skin contact.

"ah, i'm sorry, i couldn't see where i was going," sungha explains, his breath sounding heavier than usual, throat scratchy. he can feel his heart rate in his ears, thumping rapidly. "i was heading to the vending machine," he adds on. "wanted to get a cup of tea," he continues in-between rapid breaths. no mention of looking for medicine—he can't tell how serious his current fever might be, and he doesn't want to rely on pills so often, believing it may hinder its effect the more he takes them.

for a while though, a static few seconds, sungha just stands there, unable to take a step forward even though he's willing his body to do so.

[fatalmisery]

lab rat.

it's relatively peaceful, within the confines of these walls with nothing but a blank canvas in front of him, accompanied by the brush and paint tray in his hands. normally, sungha would bring out his usual playlist and allow the tunes he listens to guide the strokes of his brush. today's project is attached to a course though, where each student was assigned to paint portraits of their respective classmates. sungha has no complaints—it's a typical task. one thing lead to another, and he finds a partner in @lovehighways this time around.

wonhee isn't a student he often converses with, which brings about an unpredictability that sungha welcomes. come to find out, their first time on the assignment, silence had been the last thing to permeate the air around the two of them. maybe it had something to do with wonhee's major, an innate curiosity towards the human behaviour usually found in students who choose to take psychology. either way, sungha felt like an organism closely monitored under a microscope, with wonhee studying his very existence. until he finds another brain to pry open, that is.

"you're not going to interview me today?" sungha questions, peering over at the other boy seated across from him, all the makings of a creative inspiration—too bad wonhee is stuck with sungha, who's feigning his position as an artist. "you had so many questions the other day, i thought it'd be the same today too. or has your curiosity been satiated?"

sungha's answers had never been straight to the point, vague in descriptions as he circles his words round and round. fragments of truth hidden in his cryptic responses, some of which wonhee had managed to pick up on. sungha liked that—wonhee's ability to pick out the authenticity in his enigmatic thought process, even those he can't quite verify on his own.

"truth be told, it was a little fun, being interrogated by you," sungha adds on, lifting his brush as he continues his project. "it's rare that i'm the one who feels like a lab rat being studied. i don't mind being in this position more often. you're the first to put me here though."

[fatalmisery]

burn book.

it all began with sungha being at the right place at the right time.

a book, left behind like a treasure chest waiting to be unveiled, sat atop the table squarely seated in the middle of the student government room. it seems like a trove of secrets that sungha had no right to breach, but he never had the greatest sense of morals, nor does he care about the feelings pertaining to whichever unfortunate soul made the mistake of leaving this book behind. he could justify it as needing to at least look at the first page to check who this book belongs to, but that's quite far from his real motivations. just for fun.

so he opens it up, finds himself greeted by an array of particularly harsh words directed towards several individuals. some he recognized, others he didn't. it's clearly a personal book he had no reason reading through, a way to unleash whatever rage this person has against the world. it's amusing to read though, like his morning newspaper for the day—what piques his interest even further is the name attached to the book, none other than agatha zhou. @stagedown always sported a seemingly patient and calm smile at all times, not too far off from his own. to find out that a large bit of that, if not all, is a lie hidden behind tinted roses makes him chuckle. maybe a part of him feels seen, although he wouldn't write such scattered thoughts, nor would be carelessly leave something so secretive behind like this.

kind as ever—or acting like he always does—he informs the owner of the book of its location, never quite revealing to her whether he knew the contents of the mysterious burn book. sungha does hint at it, every now and then, the comments he'd make circulating around whatever agatha had written down. "i heard some people say he's a useless piece of shit... oh, this student can't even properly organize the club forms," he'd say, watching for agatha's reaction from the corner of his eyes.

it was bound to catch her attention eventually, maybe sungha had hoped she would react that way too. it's when the two of them are alone in the student body government, with sungha focused solely on the documents in his hand, that he can feel her eyes boring into his skin. sungha doesn't look up, not yet. instead, he asks, "you could drill holes into my skin if you keep staring at me like that. is something wrong?"

[fatalmisery]

hereditary.

members of the ophiuchus 'secret society' are a strange bunch.

sungha had no opinion when he was essentially invited into the club, another gathering of rich kids from influential families—it's nothing oh-so-groundbreaking that would change his life, even though that's what being a legacy member is meant to signify. he does realize it would be beneficial in the long run though, even after he graduates yeonhwa and finds himself stuck somewhere. maybe an unexpected scandal, maybe something much more serious. he can't predict the future, he doesn't see any cons, only upsides.

he does wonder whether he was presented with the opportunity because of his mother's connections, or his father's. whoever that mystery man is—if ever he'll find out.

it's not too bad, being a member. if anything, he's gaining quite a bit by being here. a good reputation, easy access to becoming student government, exchange of intel, all the works. sungha can prove himself as a useful addition too, what with his eidetic memory and habit of taking notes of whatever he deems convenient. he holds the role as some sort of informant, particularly to @serpentspirits, their beloved president.

"i found records of the stomach surgery, so it's not a complete lie," sungha informs, sending avery a copy of the documents on his phone as he speaks. "but they're old, from last year, so your suspicions are correct. instead, i think this student took a long leave because he checked himself into rehab," he pulls up another file, this time a copy of a logbook, detailing attendance records.

"that wasn't easy to obtain," he adds on, leaning back against his chair. "but apparently, he made an enemy who had just been waiting to spill whatever dirt they had."

returning his attention back to avery, he raises an eyebrow. the other student seems a little distracted—not by much, he doubts avery would ever let her guard down for too long. "thinking about your family gathering the other day?" sungha doesn't know the details, not that he cares to investigate further. "you look like you're piecing something together in your head." it's a specific sort of expression, like she had just recognized someone, whoever that may be. "ran into someone you knew?"

[fatalmisery]

(  ✉  )     outgoing   →  fruits basket !

> some of you are desperate for dirt on other people and it shows

[ ✉ ⤷ message to fruits basket (ophiuchus gc) ]  ↳ im seolran flagged a message as important ↳ HAS ANYONE SEEN MY ROSE QUARTZ OWALA? :( ↳ i've searched my apartment and the cheer practice room, but i can't find it anywhere. ↳ please, please, please let me know if you've seen it anywhere. ↳ i'll even offer a reward to the person who can help me find it! ↳ i'll tell you the secret of your worst campus enemy/academic rival! (@serpentspirits @gildeddulcet @moncoeurseo @weakkness @stagedown @fatalmisery @tenshicide @virtualbeauties @loftyfalls

[fatalmisery]

perfume.

tortured artists usually lack any modicum of sleep, staying up throughout the night during witching hours to complete their latest masterpieces. sungha opts to instead occupy one of the art studios in the morning, when the rest of the campus are shuffling for their first classes and the real artists are catching up on their sleep from last night's bender on their canvases. he doesn't have a tight deadline to adhere to, completing every assignment within a reasonable timeframe, leaving enough space for personal projects.

he doesn't consider himself someone with a creative bone in his body. it's his synesthesia that allowed him to see colors and shapes he could paint. perhaps it's his habit of taking visual notes of whatever he hears or sees, his color-coded notebooks being the rawest evidence of this, eventually expanding to painting the sights his synesthesia allowed him to witness. it's quiet too, a moment of reprieve from the business that comes from his studies and the demands of his extracurricular activities.

sungha only needs to add a few finishing touches to his latest work; additional highlights and shadows in certain corners of the canvas. it's then that he hears the familiar sound of the door swinging open, footsteps shuffling in without any sort of proper greeting. such a behaviour could only belong to @hvunwoo, striding over and breaching sungha's silent space. he glances at the boy from the corner of his eyes, acknowledging hyunwoo's intruding presence with a hum.

"i didn't tell you i was going to be here this morning, have you been memorizing my routine?" sungha questions, although hyunwoo's uninvited visit doesn't bother him in the first place. it doesn't surprise sungha that hyunwoo knew where he'd be, sungha operates on a strict self-imposed schedule and rarely ventures away from it. what's somewhat surprising is that there's no overwhelmingly sharp and potent perfume scent assaulting his nose, this time around.

the last time the two of them had been in the same room, it's that same pungent fragrance wafting in the air which caused sungha's head to start throbbing. he remembers it—adorned with golden jewelry and long nails, luxury handbags bleeding their wallets, his mother's voice thundering over him. it's a smell he strongly associates with his mother, certain memories resurfacing as the scent strikes his senses. sungha assumes it had been left behind onto hyunwoo's clothes from his latest girlfriend, and decides to move to another seat, mumbling a small apology and explaining that he had a headache because of the perfume.

he doesn't smell it today though, despite having been prepared for it. "you haven't been hanging out with your girlfriend lately?" sungha inquires, turning some of his attention back to his painting. "i assumed you would've gone on a date over the weekend."

[fatalmisery]

helloooo, it’s opening day and i’m late! i’m velvet and i’ll be playing ahn sungha (as well as asakura touma over at @egoistblue but i’ll save him for his own intro)! here’s his profile and also his background, feel free to peruse! i’m super excited to see him unravel in yeonhwa and am eager to start hunting for plots 👁️ need to know basics are he’s the stugov secretary, ophiuchus member (he was assigned 🐶) and also a member of the fencing club! he’s also a biomedical engineer major but minors in art as well… though not a lot of people know that latter part. 3rd year undergrad. oh yeah, he’s the trial label!

under the cut i’ll be listing some potential connection ideas, but i’m open to brainstorming other things 😎 please like this post if you’re interested in plotting with us and i’ll shimmy into your dms! i also have discord upon request.

without further ado…

sungha keeps color coded detailed notes of lots of the students, he says it’s his duty as stugov secretary but i digress. he’s honestly just bored. maybe your muse is one of the troublemakers that he tends to keep an eye on, which means your muse probably has one of the most detailed section in his notebook… your muse probably doesn’t like that.

some exes, he treats relationships like an experiment with trial and error. while he acts like the picture perfect boyfriend, it’s not really out of any real feelings… it’s more like a role he’s playing. just like how he plays the role of a model student (he’s bisexual btw).

on that note, probably some fwbs / weird situationships too. but honestly he won’t have that many fwbs because he hates the mess that usually comes after a night together lol. and he finds the chase more fun and amusing than anything else lmao. kind of a manipulator though.

sungha’s true personality is more cunning and meaner than he lets on. your muse is of the same vein, someone he can be a little more open with—only because he knows you share the same thoughts as he does.

surface-level friends. to use and be used. bonding just for the sake of networking. he does seem like the model student, plus he knows how to tutor, so it’d be beneficial! he’s probably using your muse too anyway.

yes, he tutors! usually general science subjects or math and statistics. he’s a good and patient teacher most of the time, just don’t spill anything on the table and don’t complain when he tells you to use hand sanitizer before touching his notes.

‘real’ friends, as real as it can be with someone like sungha. someone who knows that while sungha has a nasty personality, there’s also the side of him that gets surprised by discovering new emotions, the person he sometimes goes to when he finds something interesting on his life experiments. would probably know the situation with his mother. childhood friends work too!

germaphobic guy and really hates messes too. wears gloves wherever he goes, brings wet wipes and sanitizers too. would be funny if a muse looked too messy for his standards and it deeply bothers him.

he suffers from CIPA, a condition where he basically doesn’t feel physical pain. it’s not a fact he hides or anything, but it’s also not something he shares often either if at all. but well, if your muse happens to see him with a gash that should really get treated but he doesn’t notice it until it’s pointed out to him, he’d have to explain it to your muse…

he also has synesthesia! in his case, he sees colors and shapes when he hears sounds or melodies. what he sees is usually the subject of his illustrations or paintings. after hanging out with him for a while and thinking he’s just another typical stem major, your muse stumbles upon his artbook or sees him working on something in the studio (bonus if you’re a music major and he’s drawing something after hearing your song or voice).

his mother was an actress, although he doesn’t talk about her much. someone who was a fan of her works maybe and decided to approach him! because of the complicated relationship he had with her i think it’d be interesting to see how he’d react to a fan…

sungha doesn’t know his own father (yet)… so i think it’d be fun if there’s a muse in the richer circles who notices how he seems similar to some guy in the entertainment industry or rich people circles… can’t quite put a finger on it… but they look similar… blah blah blah…

someone who’s kind of creeped out by how much of a model student he is… i do feel like sungha feels a bit uncanny at times because of how hollow and fake he really is. i’d love to see a muse that can clock that and either hate him or like him for it!

academic rivals. sungha does find it fun to beat someone academically, and he has the brains to do it often. math competitions, among other things… someone who would take it very seriously and to heart, despite it seeming like sungha isn’t trying that hard (he does study a lot though).

people who are in the same clubs or majors! easy connections, sungha is a reliable classmate or member… it’s just kind of hard getting really close to him, for some reason.

anything and everything! please hit me up if you have any ideas too, i love hearing them!

[fatalmisery]