#detagen

[13elmst]

at this point, it’s got to be a fucking joke. he’s not one to believe in god, the option taken away from him when his catholic, do-gooder parents—fervent as they were—were murdered in cold blood for their vigilante shit. but something tells him that somewhere up there, there’s a sadistic author whose favourite pastime is fucking with him.

like the way he does the world a fucking favour by shoving that loud mouth with the shit-eating grin in the locker room, and it robs him of his entire fucking youth and career. or the way he stands up for his grandma, gives those bakery owners a taste of their own medicine by bringing their shitty shop and ass-filled cupcakes down to the fucking ground, and he’s the one that gets the jail time.

or now. like everything, jaehyun had been working for it. everything has had to be a fucking climb, and this was going to be his big break. gangcheori’s captain had promised him the spot if he proved himself in the winter finals, and the worst part was that he’d had it in the bag. the prompt was strength, for fuck’s sake— this shit was delivered to him. until pulgasari’s fucking captain had to join in the ring, use his voodoo shit to take away his powers. to make him human.

what kind of fucking anomaly is that?

these fuckers weren’t even playing the game. now the stadium’s lit up with pulgasari’s house colours, and these cheaters are gloating. raising their hands and waving at their fans like they did something. jaehyun sneers, slams the ground in his rage, and the ground barely flinches like it should. and there’s this way that his fury takes over, makes him see red— it begins with a spring, as jaehyun jumps to his feet and charges at ryder. “you fucker—!” then the roar, as he jumps to tackle the man to the ground.

ft. park jaehyun & @detagen's ryder han, circa 2022

[13elmst]

ryder:

( … ) he hides the chuckle trying to escape underneath his breath in a small sigh as he pulls a cold water bottle from the fridge before gently tossing it onto the futon next to her. and he’s sure sometime during his slow morning rush, he had- there it was. he picks up the phone on his desk he had found on the floor earlier that morning before turning towards her and lifting it up. “and this yours? it was on the ground but battery’s dead.”

—

you can convince a drunk man of anything. sumi knows this best. after all, she’d once been convinced that avril lavigne, singer-songwriter of some of the greatest hits in her youth, had secretly passed and some shapeshifting anomaly—who, by the way, would’ve been ridiculously good at their ability if true—had taken her place. in her defence, it would’ve been a great idea given the obvious marginalisation of anomalies— how else were people like her meant to live out their dream as a popular, semi-gothic rockstar?

beside the point. the point is that you can convince a drunk man of anything, but it’s a pity for ryder that sumi’s starting to sober up. ( probably something to do with the thought of sleeping in bed with the enemy— also known as ryder han, the captain of the house that goes against everything her house—proudly, house samjoko—stands for. ) in all honesty, sumi should adore a man like ryder. after all, a walking, permanent nullivi patch? given the opportunity, she’d love to pinch some of his dna for her doctoral studies. but sumi’s never even spoken to ryder before this, and the one time she’d ever been in his vicinity in any way was when she happened to gossip about him and that hot-headed and positively drama-stirring gangcheori captain.

how totally weird and invasive would it be for her to request a skin biopsy after waking up in his bed? no— sumi’s hungover, not mad to the point of social suicide. so for today, he’s just her house rival. and she’s a girl who’s just regained her wits, notices that her dress is still on her and importantly, on her correctly. no possibility of her haphazardly throwing the outfit back on after doing the devil’s tango. sumi frowns at him, lets out a quick, “mustn’t have been that memorable…” under her breath, barely audible. she gathers enough strength to sit up—still not quite enough to leave even though she’s clearly overstayed her welcome—and a light wince flashes across her features from the pounding headache in combination with the irritating sunlight that seems somewhat brighter up here. ryder tosses her some much needed cold water as if on cue, and she manages a, “thanks,” before uncapping the bottle and taking a large gulp. follows up with a relieved and very audible sigh.

“oh… yes. uhm… thanks,” her gratitude turns sheepish, and she puts the phone swiftly away lest she comes off as rude. part of her wonders if she’d be as hospitable as he was if the roles were reversed. speaking of, “how did i get here?” she probes, a reflexive groan coming from her throat as she entertains the possibilities, “how much of a mess did i make out there? on a scale of one to ten.” she brings the bottle to her lips, takes another sip to hide the grimace, then turns to him. “please say lower than five.”

[duskterrace]

🥚 if you weren't part of samjoko, which other house would you have signed up for?

"hm ? ahh- you mean which house i'd donate some skill to, to prevent them from getting demolished ? thats a tough one . . . mm but . . . maybe pulgasari ? "

[eilouros]

when it rains ｡

// @detagen

she first smells it in the air, dread immediately settling into her bones. it's better than it coming in as a surprise provided that the weather reports had said nothing of incoming rain for today. this does little to appease her annoyance though, audible sigh immediately escaping her. by the time class lets out, there's already a steady downpour and of course it is just her luck that the professor asks her to stay behind to discuss a matter. when she's finally able to duck out, she sees a single escape route in the form of blue umbrella just a few steps beyond the safety of the building. it doesn't matter that she can't see who it is or where they're going. she quickly scampers over, trying to ignore the shiver that immediately travels up her spine when the first few drops hit her skin. "mind making a pit stop at the blue hall?" her voice is sugar sweet as she sidle ups up to the stranger, arms immediately pressed against theirs as she attempts to minimize her exposure to the rain.

[luoism]

@detagen chapter ⁰ ¹  ⸝⸝ keeping watch. location: yellow hall tw: possible mentions of depression in upcoming replies as a side effect of luo's anomaly.

in a world where comfort is terribly hard to find, luo is glad to know ryder.

while things aren't often good, rare are the times when they are bad. even then, luo meets the occurrences halfway with a smile and an unwavering determination for yet another challenge.

what the boy doesn't necessarily understand is that for every win he gains, higher the stakes will become. like an algorithm in the works, taking notes of what he lacks of - or what excels at - the hauntings always get worse. in his flimsiest, nearly non existent defense, luo is smart. he knows all popular belief of that statement alone being true is most definitely against him - but he doesn't need anyone other than himself to believe it.

against the entities behind his hauntings though, he simply isn't smart enough.

and he is okay with it - fine with it, even. to his core, he was never created with the goal of being better - or smarter. the company he keeps when on the topic of his anomaly is questionable at best, of a realm even he doesn't fully comprehend. to go ahead and claim to be better would be idiotic.

and as stated above, xu luo is not an idiot. . . which is why he doesn't see a problem in surrendering.

it's two something - or the middle of the afternoon when luo finds himself in front of ryder's door, and he doesn't spare a second of hesitation when knocking on it. he pays attention to a lot of things - as if keeping a list of his numerous symptoms would somehow eliminate them altogether. but between the pounding headache and a fever that pales his complexion and lightens the usual pink of his lips, luo truly cannot bother to care about the logistics of his thoughts.

all he truly focuses on is hoping - manifesting, even, that ryder is home. . . and he nearly faints when the door is answered.

"please help me." is all he says while eagerly walking past the man and into the room, his lack of social etiquette being the least of his worries. "i'm so sorry to do this out of nowhere-" he adds then pauses, soon enough burying his face in his trembling, freezing hands. "i just can't make it stop - i haven't slept in days, i just need a nap. please, just one nap and i'll be out of here."

[ofmays]

    ❍﹒𝗈𝖿 ㅤ— ㅤ @detagen !

“may? are you sick or intentionally here?” the question is a somewhat teasing remark poking at the other’s anti-socialness. considering may typically avoided any living person like the actual plague, the assumed biggest party of the year was the last place ryder was expecting to run into him at - much less trying to seek entrance in by himself. 

may wasn't too fond of parties...or people...or being outside...or of anything, really-- but he was fond of a certain someone as of late, and that alone is reason enough for why he's frequenting the unfamiliar halls of the blue house, a place far too loud and in-his-face for his liking. maybe his distaste for practically everything around him had finally come into use though, forever unable to hide his feelings; ryder was approaching him, and while they weren't extremely close, may was comfortable enough with keeping him around, he is pulgasari's captain, after all.

"ryder, hi." he replies sheepishly, not bothering to raise his voice despite how crowded the hallway was. admittedly, it was a little embarrassing to be seen like this, out of his...natural habitat. he waves his hands in front of himself in gesture. "no, i'm not sick, i heard there's a cold going around though..." gaze finding the floor, he smiles. may still wasn't very good at making conversation, but it was somewhat easier with the older male. they seemed to fit well together as leaders of their team, or maybe ryder just made enough noise for both of them at once; it was nice to have someone fill in the gaps, the social ones at least.

may clears his throat and looks up to ryder after a few seconds pass, remembering why he was here in the first place. "someone invited me here, actually...i didn't think the line would be this crazy though...could i get in with you? he's probably waiting for me."

[eilouros]

@detagen the durability of the old umbrella is questionable. but that’s the least of ryder’s worries. the size of the umbrella is clearly meant for single person use and with the way sooah is still stuck to his side- he’s sure he’s about to hear a lot more than he wants about her problem she’s decided to make his too.

sometimes sooah finds her mouth moving before she's fully realized what's coming out of it, nasty habits of having little to no filter. she catches herself for once though and chooses to swallow her words. it's a precarious enough situation without adding more oil to the fire. "guess we're testing lady luck today." she laments whilst eyeing the finally opened umbrella with little faith. she thinks again about the chances of finding another way. seeing still no others though in her quick scan around them, she braces herself for what's to come. "alright ryder. i'll cut you a deal. get me home without getting drenched and i promise not to come through your window for the next two weeks." she proposes, feeling awfully generous with her bribe. after all, it's always a toss-up between the two of them. he has to prefer this to the time she threatened to pee on his notebook after all. in the end though, she supposes she'll have to see if he responds better to the carrot or the stick.

[eilouros]

@detagen

(...) so he’s taken by surprise (in both a shocking and unexpected way) when someone’s suddenly pressing against him disregarding his personal space completely. and when he turns to see who it is, ryder doesn’t stop the sigh that escapes his lips and the roll of his eyes when he realizes that it’s none other than blue hall’s resident pest- bang sooah. “find someone else’s privacy to invade and sweet talk, sooah,” ryder breathes without throwing her a second glance as he continues to jiggle the umbrella in his hand.

the saying goes that when it rains, it pours and sooah finds herself in the unfortunate position of facing this truth both literally and figuratively. it is just her luck that she finds out her knight in shining armor is actually ryder of all people. she tries not to think about the fact that she had just been in his room the other day, swatting over all his stuff from his desk. in her defense, she had felt wronged when he had shut the window on her the week before. the recent timing of her offense though definitely does not play to her favor today. if it comes to dealing with his annoyance or being left exposed to the rain though, she knows which one she would rather brave. with no other viable option in sight, she chooses to be brazen instead. "well darling, you're not exactly my top pick either but it looks like we're stuck with each other." never mind that she is solely at his mercy in this situation. she's never been one to paint herself in such a light if she can help it. "now can you get the damn thing open already."