#ynu!18-

[yeosuhq]

SEJA BEM-VINDO (A) À YEOSU NATIONAL UNIVERSITY, @YNU_SIO!

Nome: Park Sio. Faceclaim: Bae Gang-hee, atriz. Pronomes: Ela/dela. Data de nascimento: 17/11/1997. Nacionalidade e etnia: Sul-coreana, coreana. Bloco e curso: Bloco IV, Administração. Clube e esporte: Robótica (presidente). Moradia: Ilkwon. Qualidades e defeitos: Inteligente, perspicaz e ambiciosa. Introspectiva, sensível e insegura. OOC: 18-

TW: Menção a morte.

A chegada de Sio, assim como as mais belas frutas, fora marcada em meados de um mês outonal. Uma pequena casa, apenas um quarto para uma grande família. Sua mãe, pulava de um trabalho à outro e, beirando os quinze anos, dividia toda a sua atenção entre um boletim exemplar e três irmãs mais novas para cuidar. Aquela com toda certeza não era uma vida tão fácil. 

"Conte até três e respire fundo." Era o quê dizia a si mesma naquele velório. O velório de sua tão querida mãe. Não poderia dizer que fora uma perda fácil de superar, mas, não poderia demonstrar suas fraquezas em frente suas irmãs. Irmãs aquelas que, deixaram sua vida em apenas algumas semanas. Lares adotivos, aquele havia se tornado o seu pior pesadelo. 

Um, dois e também três anos foram vividos daquela forma, em um lar adotivo. Cá entre nós, já estava prestes a completar os seus dezoito anos, não iria à lugar nenhum. Bem, era o quê imagava. 

Não era uma religiosa fervorosa mas acreditara que uma boa e milionária senhora a retirando daquele local após tanto tempo desistindo de todas as expectativas para um futuro promissor, fosse uma dádiva dos céus. Não era como aquela velha história sobre uma madrasta má e suas duas filhas petulantes, pelo contrário, Sio havia se tornado parte da família. 

Entre a vizinhança, poderia se ouvir algumas intrigas, cochichos e difamações sobre si. Alguns diziam que, a agregada daquela família não daria em nada, que era apenas uma sanguessuga extorquindo todo o dinheiro de uma idosa em seus últimos anos de vida. Digamos que, pelo contrário, não poderia trazer mais orgulho à sua avó — como carinhosamente havia apelidado sua guardiã de cabelos grisalhos. Inteligente, perspicaz e também ambiciosa. Aquela era a herdeira perfeita para o conglomerado que a aguardava. 

O ensino médio, aquele parecia ser o sonho de qualquer adolescente. Entretanto, Sio não era uma adolescente comum. Notas exemplares, seu QI elevado a levava às melhores da turma. Mas, digamos que, comportamentos introspectivos não eram bem vistos pela reitoria daquele colégio. De acordo com as palavras da diretora daquela instituição, a garota precisaria trabalhar em equipe e promover maiores interações sociais ao invés de apenas estudar e dar o seu melhor. Para si, aquela não passava de uma grande bobagem, não entendia como sua personalidade retraída poderia afetar a sua vida. A faculdade batia à sua porta e naquele momento pôde perceber os problemas que sua personalidade a traria. Yeosu National University, uma universidade de elite lhe parecia tentador mas, sabia que durante a vida adulta, precisaria colocar os seus pés no chão e viver em uma sociedade. Os corredores, não parariam para si, e fora com esse pensamento que sobrevivera quatro longos períodos de luta naquele lugar. Lugar onde sua guardiã havia aprendido boa parte do que sabe nos dias hoje. Aquele era o maior motivo para estar ali, seguir os seus passos. 

Afinal, administração era o caminho á seguir. Talvez aquele não fosse o seu verdadeiro sonho, era fascinada pela tecnologia. Entretanto, não decepcionaria sua avó, não decepcionaria sua mãe, não decepcionaria suas irmãs e não decepcionaria a si mesma. Gostaria de as orgulhar, onde quer que estivessem.

[7ooo-ru]

Песков: Путин подарил Ким Чен Ыну автомобиль Aurus

Президент РФ Владимир Путин подарил лидеру КНДР Ким Чен Ыну автомобиль Aurus. Эту информацию РИА «Новости» подтвердил официальный представитель Кремля Дмитрий Песков.

«Да. Это машина Aurus», – заявил пресс-секретарь президента РФ.

До этого местное агентство ЦТАК сообщало, что подарок был сделан 18 февраля. Кроме того, презент получили секретарь Центрального комитета Трудовой партии КНДР Пак Чон Чхон и сестра северокорейского лидера Ким Е Чжон, которая заявила, что сделанные Путиным подарки говорят об особых дружеских отношениях двух государств. Она также выразила благодарность российской стороны от брата.

В декабре прошлого года личный автопарк Ким Чен Ына пополнился Ким Чен Ын сменил личный автомобиль на Maybach в обход санкцийТелеканал SBS предположил, как было ввезено транспортное средство Mercedes-Maybach S 650, несмотря на санкции в отношении предметов роскоши, наложенных Советом безопасности ООН. По информации СМИ, автомобиль был ввезен в КНДР контрабандой, а выпущено еще в 2019 году.

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[gothhisoka]

𝑨 𝑵𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒊𝒏 𝒀𝒐𝒓𝒌𝑵𝒆𝒘

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Pairing: Chrollo x fem!reader

Tags: College AU, rich Chrollo, Gossip Girl vibes, this is my first draft so sorry about the errors

Word count: 4.8k

Summary: The infamous October party is all the talk at YorkNew University. It takes place at a huge penthouse in the heart of the city, owned by a mysterious man that few know the true identity of.

You attend the party just having entered your freshman year. There, you meet all sorts of people. But one, in particular, intrigues you the most. His name is Chrollo Lucilfer. He is an expensive suit-wearing, whisky-smelling, suspiciously rich graduate student.

And you are going to try to get him to dance.

Warnings: MINORS DNI, 18+, Do not drink underage. You should not use any of the actions displayed in the following story as examples for your own life.

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Chapter 1/?

As you walked through the streets of YorkNew City you felt gusts of wind push past you so strongly that they nearly knocked you over. It was already miserable to be outside, and it was only October. The sky was growing dark, the city growing brighter. Fall decorations adorned the buildings you passed. The Southernpiece Auction House looked the most magnificent of them all– with bright colored lights trailing the pathway and walls.

No time to wonder at your surroundings, you thought. You would have four more years to gawk at the city. You pulled your scarf tighter around you as you walked faster. Although you looked cute in your tights, it was definitely not the appropriate clothing choice for this weather.

Your decision to go to YNU seemed perfect in every way. It was one of the top schools in YorkNew and was in the heart of the city. Unfortunately, you failed to realize that the wind would be whipping for three-quarters of the year.

While it wasn’t the biggest “party school,” there was a single big party in October held by one of the fraternities. That party was the one you happened to be heading to right now. Everyone knew of it and talked about it non-stop. You were reluctant to attend. You hadn’t had many real party experiences at high school. For the most part, they consisted of sitting around drinking cheap beer while your classmates humiliated themselves. Your friends had high hopes for this one, though.

For one, it appeared to be in the penthouse of a high-rise building. You checked your phone to see if the location matched the one on your map. This wasn’t the frat house you had been expecting. Although your and the system’s arrows matched, you really couldn’t trust your directional skills, anyway.

Your hands were near frozen, but you managed to press the call button on your friends’ contact.

“Hey Canary?” you don’t hear her reply as music floods through your phone speaker. Seconds later, it becomes quieter, signaling she moved into another room.

“Hey, it’s absolutely crazy up here, sorry.”

You ask her about the address, and she confirms it. She tells you her location at the party so you can find her later. She hangs up before you can say bye or express more of your listless anxieties. Why were you so worried? You had Canary and Amane and… well, you didn’t know many others. And of course Canary and Amane would be all over each other so really you had no one. That was a valid source of anxiety, was it not?

Either way, you needed to step into the building to escape the cold. Perhaps after you warmed up you could make your escape. I knew this was a bad idea.

The entryway was already magnificent, with tall arches and marble floors. A fire blazed near a seating area on the opposite wall. You rushed over to find it unoccupied, thank goodness. You sat as close as safely possible and felt the warmth creep back into your body.

Your head cleared a bit, thoughts straightening out into coherency. You were at your first party. Your friends were all up there already, so you wouldn’t need to wait for them awkwardly. Everything would go smoothly as long as–

Just then, a group of around six people entered the hall. You couldn’t help but stare. One was over six feet tall, another shorter than five. And some were unbelievably gorgeous. One of them particularly caught your eye. He was wearing all black, styled in an expensive coat and dress shirt. His hair was black as well, hanging loose around his pale face. Dark eyes looked towards a man at his right. He walked with such an intimidating stride that you nearly hid behind the sofa. Luckily, they didn’t appear to be heading in your direction.

They probably were all college students, why else would they be dressed up at a random apartment on this specific day? The thought sent butterflies to your stomach. If the group really was full of college students, maybe you should be going to that party.

Not to gawk at them or anything. Based on their looks, you could tell that they were the rich YorkNew city elite-type students, not the federal loan international-type student as you were. In other words, they had power and you did not. It was best to avoid these types of people. You knew that much just from living in the city for a couple of months.

The group was still waiting outside of the elevators. You made possibly the stupidest decision that you could’ve at that moment. You rose from your seat and flattened your hair. You then proceeded to trot right over to the elevator, behind the group. You had to go upstairs somehow, and reaching the top floor through the stairs didn’t seem like the ideal choice.

Clearly still distracted by the image of that man’s face that was now tattoed onto your brain, you didn’t even notice when the elevator doors opened. A voice sounded from inside that snapped you out of your daydream.

“There’s enough room if you want to come in…” it was the same man that you noticed from before.

An amused expression shone on his face– it was as if he was trying to hide a smirk. He placed his hand on the elevator door so it wouldn’t close. You noticed thick silver rings on a couple of his fingers. It was clear from his appearance that he was wealthy. Not to mention, his mannerisms had an undertone of superiority. Despite yourself, this only enticed you more. Who was this man?

Apparently, you were about to find out.

A blush rose on your face as you quickly gave him your thanks and scrambled inside the elevator. He stood directly next to you, with his friends on the sides. The sudden closeness made your stomach flip.

“What floor?” he asked, hand hovering above the numbers on the elevator wall.

You checked the keypad although you already knew that you would all be headed to the same place.

You tried not to look at him as you responded. “Same as you.”

“Oh,” he replied simply.

The rest of the ride was accompanied by a rising tension. The girls behind you made the only conversation, talking in low voices to one another. You were grateful when the elevator finally stopped on the top floor. You quickly walked out and made your way to anywhere but where that group was. On a second glance, you could see that the rest of them also had that air of wealth and superiority that the man had. That was definitely not the crowd you wanted to get acquainted with tonight.

Besides the music thumping through the walls and people waiting around the entrance, the hall outside of the elevator looked like it could be in any other apartment building. There was a large rack full of coats and hangers to your right. As you walked through the long hall you took off your coat and scarf, happy to get rid of the bulky clothes.

Going into the party was still nerve-wracking, but your outfit gave you a bit of courage. You chose a black silk minidress that accentuated your curves perfectly. You wore fishnet tights and combat boots to complete the look. You did your makeup to near perfection, with a bold red lip and your signature eyeliner. Needless to say, you were feeling good.

You almost forgot that the group that was still in the hall until you felt their eyes bearing into you. In your peripheral vision, you saw them take off their coats just as you finished hanging yours. Without another moment of hesitation, you walked quickly to the door.

The music grew louder and you grew slightly nauseous. This night has already been far too much. Is it really the best idea to continue on? It was too late to turn back, as you would be turning to face those who you wished to avoid.

So, you opened the door. You were immediately flooded with lights and sounds and people. The interior was huge. You guessed that this single apartment took up the majority of the floor, and apparently the one above it too. A staircase on the right side led to a balcony overlooking the main room. Couches and furniture lined the walls, pushed away to form a space in the middle. From what you could see, the entire back wall consisted of floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city below. If you hadn’t felt so dizzy, you would’ve noticed that the room stunning and grand, unlike any you have seen before.

Students were everywhere, crowding on the couches and the dance floor. You couldn’t make out many faces as the neon lights were dim. You guessed that there were at least seventy people in this room alone.

The music thumped in your bones. You tried to focus on the lines of the song playing instead of your rising panic. “Oh god can you make my heart stop… killshot baby.”

After assessing your surroundings, you made a quick beeline to the kitchen, where Canary said she would be when you called her earlier. The walk was only quick in theory. It took you around five minutes to make your way across the room. It wasn’t the most pleasant experience, weaving through drunk bodies dancing with fervor. You smelt the sweet smell of vape smoke mixed in with the sweat. Heads turned to look at you but you did not look back. Nothing interested you more than finding your friends. Meeting other people could come after you were settled.

You bitterly realized that it had been a bad idea not to come with Canary and Amane an hour earlier. You thought as little time as possible spent there would be ideal, as it was your first time at a college party. Little did you know that arriving late would mean a frantic search for your friends amidst the chaos.

At last, you came upon an opening in the wall that seemed to lead to the kitchen. There were neon lights in there as well, lining the counters and cabinets. White marble countertops glinted underneath bottles of alcohol.

There were significantly fewer people crowded into this tiny space. About fifteen people stood around, drinking and talking with one another over the music. Without thinking, you grab a bottle of beer as you pass by the counter on your way to the other side of the room. There was an empty corner that was calling your name. From there you could observe the faces of the people around you. And possibly get a bit drunk while you were at it. You figured it was the only way you could survive the rest of the night.

As you scanned the faces your heart sank. You didn’t see your friends anywhere. Maybe they already moved to the dancefloor. You take another swig of the beer and pull out your phone.

The dial tone for Canary sounded just as you spotted a familiar face. He was leaning against the wall on the other side of the room with his arms crossed, talking to an attractive red-haired man standing next to him. Your mind was slowly growing hazier, but that didn’t mean you forgot about the man from before.

You quickly averted your eyes. Canary didn’t pick up your call so you decided to text her. All the while you felt your heart begin to thrum. Did that man intimidate you? Or was it just because you thought he was incredibly hot?

You couldn’t say for sure, as you have never felt this way about a person before. He looked older than you, a graduate student perhaps. Anyway, he was far out of your reach in terms of people you could talk to. So, you decided right there and then to stop thinking about him.

You wait a few more minutes for Canary’s response. She doesn’t reply to your text. You grit your teeth and pick up another bottle of beer from the counter. Unfortunately, the bottle opener was nowhere to be seen. Just my luck, you thought. Rather than going without the beer, you pulled out your keys and tried to pry the lid off with your sheer force. But your hand kept slipping and you were beginning to feel a bit embarrassed. You cursed yourself under your breath and looked around to see if anyone noticed your clumsiness.

Accidentally peering towards the wall where the man was before, you notice that he was no longer there. You didn’t know why you cared so much about the opinion of a stranger.

You were about to put the bottle down when you sensed someone next to you. A voice that smelt of whisky and cigarettes spoke, “Need some help there?”

You retracted at the sound and sensation until you noticed who spoke. It was him. You froze, unsure of what to do next. Slowly, your eyes trailed up to his face.

You tried not to stare as you took him in full, now that you were finally face to face. The low neon lights highlighted his strong nose and sharp jawline. His black hair was messily swept from his face, displaying a cross tattoo on his forehead that you hadn’t noticed before. He wore small silver hoops in both ears. Shadows formed across his deep-set eyes as he regarded you, emotionless and still.

He asked you again, pointing to the unopened bottle, “The beer?”

You gave him a nervous laugh, “Oh, yes. I don’t know where the bottle opener went…”

He still stood unusually close to you. Obviously, it was only so that you could hear him better over the loud music. Still, it made your heart flutter. You averted your eyes from his only to see the sleeves of his black dress shirt rolled up, displaying strong arms and hands.

You tried to tell yourself that he was just being nice. And you were making a fool of yourself, just as you were before at the elevator. You knew you had no chance with him, even though a party was a more relaxed environment than most. He would want nothing to do with you after he helped you again. These intimidating upperclassmen were the same.

The man said nothing as he placed the edge of the bottle on the counter, with the cap at the edge. Those beautiful, white marble countertops. Surely he isn’t going to…

With a slam of his palm, the cap came clear off.

“Here,” he said simply.

Why, you wondered, was that so attractive. You couldn’t possibly be getting turned on by the opening of a bottle. Maybe it was only due to the way he did it, displaying his strength so boldly.

He noticed your expression and laughed lightly. “It’s fine, I own the place.”

You couldn’t hide your surprise at his statement. If he was a graduate student, how could he possibly be making enough for this entire place? And you were told it was a frat house, not a single apartment?

A little bit of talking wouldn’t hurt, no matter his status. So you decide to allow the questions to flow. Perhaps the beer was finally loosening your lips and easing your anxiety. You really should’ve been searching for your friends, but it seemed that your body thought differently. Something about the man drew you in. Whether it was his flawless appearance or genuine kindness towards you, you weren’t sure.

“You own this place?” you questioned, leaning a hip on the counter with your beer in hand.

He gave you a small smile, clearly trying to appear humble. “Yes.”

All you managed to say was, “How?”

Was it genuine interest in his face that you saw? Or was he simply happy to boast about his tremendous earnings?

“My company. The dealings bring in solid money, so I decided to purchase this place.” He waved a hand, gesturing towards the general direction of his massive living area.

“Your company? Do you go to YNU?”

He couldn’t be that old to have established his own company. And if he was, surely you would’ve heard about it, as he would be famous. Perhaps he was like many of the other kids at this school, enjoying a trust fund to their name and claiming it all to be their sheer success.

He grabbed a beer from the table and opened it the same way as he did before. He seemed to almost be growing bored of the conversation, needing to drink to distract himself. He became more distant as the small talk continued.

“Yes. I’m in the first year of my graduate program. And you?”

God, those eyes. It was hard to maintain eye contact with him for too long. It felt as if he was simultaneously calculating you as if you were a complex math problem while trying to appear as emotionless as possible.

He was the one who needed calculating. His appearance was already bizarre, with the cross tattoo displayed so boldly on his forehead. But the fact that he was only in his first year of graduate school and already running his own company was too much to comprehend. All you wished for was to know more about this strangely alluring man.

You were about to reply when you heard your name being called from the crowd in the large room. Giggles followed the shout.

Canary and Amane were thrust out of the mass of bodies in the living area. Canary wore a minidress and Amane wore a dress shirt and pants, now significantly disheveled. They were smiling like mad.

Your heart jumped at the sight of them. Finally, you were safe. That was your immediate thought until you saw the stumble in their walks. They were drunk.

Canary slurred your name again. “We’ve missed you! Where were you?”

“I was here in the kitchen, where you told me to wait. Remember?”

Canary and Amane simply gave each other a knowing look and giggled. You had almost forgotten the man who still stood behind you.

“We’ll leave you to it then,” Amane said, making it obvious that she was referencing him.

They were about to leave when you called out. “Wait!”

It wasn’t that you weren’t absolutely entranced by the man and wouldn’t give everything to talk to him for even one more minute, it was just that your friends needed you.

You turned to see the man now farther down the counter, talking to the red-haired man again. He noticed your apologetic look and walked towards you.

“Sorry I have to–”

Your sentence trails off as he looks down on you with a slight smile, arms crossed. You almost want to take a step back, his look too penetrating and revealing.

“What is your name?”

You widened your eyes. He wants to know your name. What were you supposed to make of that?

You give him your name.

“I’m Chrollo,” he replies, sticking his hand out for you to shake as if you were making a business deal. You try to hide your laugh.

He simply smirks back at you as you take his hand. The cold metal of his rings contrasted with the warmth the both of you were emitting. The front of his hand was smooth, with light veins running towards his knuckles. A sign of strength. Moreover, his palm rough. His grip was firm and confident as if he had something he wanted to convey with this handshake. What that was, though, you couldn’t be sure.

You felt a tap on your soldier and knew it was time to go with your friends. You just couldn’t manage to turn away. You already began to think, what if I never see him again? What if he doesn’t want to see me again anyway?

“Nice to meet you, Chrollo,” you said before finally turning your back. You felt his eyes bearing into your back as you left. At least, you hoped it was your back. You weren’t used to the tightness of your dresses’ material and the looks that coupled it.

You silently praise yourself for your unusual boldness toward Chrollo. Maybe you were bold enough to make an impression. An impression was really all you could hope for, at this point. That man was impossible to read.

Before you left the kitchen, Amane held out a small cup for you containing a clear liquid. You hardly hear what she says it is before you knock it back. The taste burns your throat. You figured you would need whatever it was before heading out to the dance floor. Amane and Canary do the same as you (as if they needed it, as drunk as they were).

As Canary grabbed your hand, Chrollo’s name echoed in your mind. Where have you heard it before? You probably could remember if you hadn’t drunk that last shot.

“Who the fuck was that?!” Amane nearly screamed into your ear. You were nearing the main dance floor. The sound was deafening and you felt the thump of music in your bones.

“Chrollo. He owns this place, apparently,” your voice gets lost in the noise.

“WHAT?” Canary yells. You were deep into the mass of people so talking was virtually impossible. There was space to move once you reached the center. It was far enough from the speakers that you could hear fragments of speech from the other people beside you. The sound still bounced off of the tall ceilings, echoing through the large room.

A new song started to play and you began to dance. You, Canary, and Amane danced stupidly, movements sluggish yet wild from the alcohol. It was the most fun you had in a long while. Maybe going to the party wasn’t such a bad idea after all. At that point, the anxiety all but left your body.

After a couple more songs, you decided to try to find your way out of the crowd to take a break. Your body ached with all the movement and sensation. Amane and Canary remained on the floor, although they insisted on following you. It was a slower song, anyway. You couldn’t be caught on the floor with no partner.

At last, after much shoving, you found a wall you could rest against. It just happened to be the wall with the floor-to-ceiling windows. It was far less crowded here. The cold glass felt incredible after the mass of sweat that was the dance floor.

The city lights reflected in the glass

You were close enough to the kitchen to peer through the entrance. When you did so, you couldn’t see Chrollo or his friend. Rather, they were talking to one another next to the kitchen, along the plane of windows.

Suddenly, the glass didn’t feel so cold anymore. You began to heat up just at the sight of him. It was too late by the time you looked away, they had noticed your gaze. Chrollo caught your eyes and your heart skipped a beat. But it wasn’t Chrollo who came over to you. It was his friend. You looked towards the red-haired man with apprehension. This wasn’t middle school, was it? Was Chrollo getting his friend to act as their in-between? No , you told yourself. This sly-looking man is clearly here for something else.

“Hello there,” he said in a sultry tone. He leaned against the window just as you did the same.

His red hair hung loosely around his yellow eyes. He wore a loose dark purple dress shirt and black pants.

Your patience was running out. “Who are you?” And why are you not Chrollo?

“Hisoka. And you must be y/n, right?”

Your eyebrows rose as you nodded. Had Chrollo already mentioned you to Hisoka? What made you worth mentioning? Well, apparently you were about to find out.

“I was wondering, dear, would you dance with me?”

That was unexpected. You turned to face him to observe his expression and the one of the man behind him. Chrollo’s face was bank but his eyes looked stormy as if to issue a warning to Hisoka. Something in Chrollo’s look made you want to accept Hisoka’s offer, just to see his reaction. The slight changes in his expression were endlessly entertaining. If doing something as reckless as dancing with a man you had just met would warrant a change, you would happily oblige.

Hisoka’s smirk vanished as you replied, “Sure.”

Now it was your turn to look smug. Chrollo’s eyes widened slightly but he still remained silent, several feet away with his back against the window. If Hisoka was anyone else, say a person who didn’t radiate his dangerously sexual appetite, perhaps Chrollo would’ve been less surprised.

Although you assuredly gave him your answer, you knew you couldn’t trust this man. His sly expression persisted as he snaked a slender hand across your waist. You didn’t turn to see Chrollo’s expression but you could feel a pair of eyes on your back as you walked away. How unfair it was, that Chrollo always got the last look.

Hisoka led you to an opening on the dance floor that was situated near the staircase. He immediately pulled you to his chest. You gasped at the sudden closeness. You felt his torso with your own, his hardened with muscle. He moved his hands tighter against your waist and you nearly melted into the touch.

You were drunk. He wasn’t who you wanted. But you could easily pretend he was.

You tried to peer back to the spot where Chrollo was standing. It was far too dense and dark to make out any faces besides the one of the man before you.

He wasn’t Chrollo, but he was unquestionably attractive. His sharp features were riddled with confidence. He carried himself as a king would, so self-assured that he was borderline unaware.

The slow song had since ended and a faster one began to sound. You began to feel the rhythm and danced along, Hisoka pulling you closer all the while. Although you were significantly intimidated by Hisoka, it was still fun. You couldn’t tell if either of you was dancing well or making a fool of yourselves. All you knew was sound, movement, and the touch of his body to yours.

After another song or two suddenly Hisoka pulled apart. He wore a malicious expression.

“I have to go,” he said, simply.

He didn’t give you a chance to reply. He waltzed up the stairs to the balcony that you were dancing near. You trailed your eyes to where he stood, hands on the railing talking to the person beside him. It was the blond woman you saw earlier, the one who was with Chrollo’s group…

And next to her was Chrollo. He was holding onto the railing for dear life as if he would fall to his death if he let go. A fear of heights? No, you didn’t think so. Based on his facial expression, he looked almost bitter. You didn’t deem that possible based on his mild mannerism so far. And what reason would he have to be angry?

An idea sparked in your mind. A stupid one, undoubtedly. But Chrollo and his group were far too interesting to ignore for the rest of the night.

It was probably too dark for them to see you amongst the crowd, but you crouched as you moved away anyway. You sensed the tension in their conversation all the way from the floor below. You would wait until Chrollo cooled off a bit and then make your move.

You head back to the kitchen to have another drink. You go for something stronger, a shot of a pale liquid that you didn’t know the name of. Or rather, you were too distracted to care.

You made the perilous journey back to the balcony, dodging limbs and drunken stupors. It was nearing midnight at this point and the crowd was sufficiently rowdy. You think you spot Canary dancing near the back wall, but you couldn’t be sure. You will let her have her own fun tonight since you already found yours.

From below, you could see that Chrollo, Hisoka, and the woman were still leaning against the balcony railing. As you dizzily mounted the steps, you realized that Chrollo looked as perfect and intact as when you first saw him, all those hours ago. He must’ve not danced the whole night, even though it was his own party. How strange. Well, you were about to try and change that.

“Hey,” you said as you waltzed up to Chrollo. There was a bit of a stumble in your step so you quickly made use of the railing.

Chrollo no longer had a death-grip on the bar. He looked at you with a blank face.

“Hello,” he replied.

His friends glared at you so hard that you nearly turned back around. You seem to have interrupted an important conversation.

You lazily move closer to Chrollo and speak under your breath, so that his friends don’t hear, “Want to dance?”

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SEJA BEM-VINDO (A) À YEOSU NATIONAL UNIVERSITY, @YNU_SEONGWOO!

Nome: Baek Seongwoo. Faceclaim: San - Ateez. Pronomes: Ele/Dele. Data de nascimento: 10/07/2000. Nacionalidade e etnia: Coreia do sul, coreano. Bloco e curso: Bloco IV, Direito. Clube e esporte: Vôlei masculino - Co-capitão (levantador). Moradia: Ilkwon. Qualidades e defeitos: Espírito forte, extrovertido, magnético. Arrogante, Prepotente e impulsivo. OOC: 18+

TW: Negligência parental.

Baek Seongwoo sempre teve muita inveja dos seus amigos na época de escola. Sempre ouvia deles sobre os seus pais, como eles cobravam e como eles queriam sempre que eles tivessem mais atenção nos estudos, entretanto, Seongwoo nunca teve realmente alguém que pudesse se preocupar com ele.

Seongwoo não lembrava do rosto de sua mãe, não havia memórias claras do rosto da mulher, apenas sabia como era o rosto dela pela foto que levava para todos os lugares, rosto bastante delicado, olhos amorosos, cabelos negros longos e feixões meigas. Choi Miju, a mãe do jovem Baek, morreu quando o garoto tinha poucos anos de vida em um acidente que nunca teve explicações claras.

Seu pai? Esse pode não ter morrido, todavia, emocionalmente abandonou o jovem Baek. Depois que sua mulher partiu sem nenhuma explicação, o Senhor Baek focou completamente em sua empresa, sempre conseguiu o melhor para o seu filho, porém nunca realmente demonstrou afeto para com o garoto. Baek Seyoon, o pai de Seongwoo, começou então avançar seu desejo em se tornar figura pública, alcançando atualmente o posto de deputado e com os olhos no posto de prefeito da cidade de Seul. Seyoon não é nenhum pouco presente, sempre acreditando que presentes podem resolver o problema de afeto do seu filho, extremamente ganancioso.

Desde pequeno Seongwoo foi criado pela governanta da casa, na qual o garoto criou um carinho gigantesco e no qual enxerga uma figura materna. Foi ela que incentivou o garoto a seguir caminho no ramo de direito depois de observar todo o entusiasmo do garoto em um projeto que ele havia pensado bem cedo. Esse projeto era um dos maiores orgulhos dele, havia projetado no final do ensino médio que tinha como finalidade ser um projeto para rever sentenças injustas de famílias pobres que não tem dinheiro para contratar advogados e foram condenados por falta de defesa.

Durante a escola o garoto sempre foi incrível nos estudos, sempre envolvido com questões dentro da escola e virou até mesmo presidente do conselho, como também presidente de todas suas turmas durante o ensino médio. Antes ele realmente gostava de fazer isso, porém começou a se tornar uma obrigação, principalmente quando seu pai ingressou na vida política e o garoto era o exemplo de filho exemplar, isso quebrou aos poucos o jovem Baek por dentro, entretanto ele não deixava transparecer.

Decidiu entrar na YNU por motivos pessoais, principalmente por conta do departamento de jurídico da faculdade. É alguém realmente esforçado durante toda sua vida acadêmica e na faculdade não seria diferente, ainda vivendo no modo que seu pai desenhou para si e a cada vez mais se quebrando por conta disso.

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SEJA BEM-VINDO (A) À YEOSU NATIONAL UNIVERSITY, @YNU_JOON!

NOME: Lee Hajoon. FACECLAIM: Mingyu, Seventeen. PRONOMES: Ele/dele. DATA DE NASCIMENTO: 12/12/1999. NACIONALIDADE E ETNIA: Coreia do Sul, coreano. BLOCO E CURSO: IV, Direito. CLUBE E ESPORTE: Futebol (atacante). MORADIA: Sungmo. QUALIDADES E DEFEITOS: Confiante, atencioso e perspicaz. Teimoso, rancoroso e irresponsável. OOC: 18+

Por muito tempo Hajoon acreditou que tivesse nascido em uma família feliz e estruturada, mas a verdade apareceu antes mesmo que ele tivesse maturidade para entender. Tudo começou com as brigas e logo veio o divórcio. Ele e seu irmão pareciam como um fardo que nenhum de seus pais tinha intenção de carregar. Como sempre foi uma criança agitada, que dava mais trabalho do que o normal. Nunca teve boas notas na escola e tinha vários problemas de atenção, por isso, os esportes surgiram como uma solução favorável. Aprendeu a jogar basquete, treinar taekwondo e até mesmo tênis, mas sua paixão era o futebol. O talento com a bola era nato e apesar de não ter atenção dos pais, o pequeno tinha o apoio financeiro que precisava.

Na adolescência Hajoon começou a ter oportunidades e se destacar no esporte. No entanto, ainda era um jovem reativo, cheio de rancor e problemas de personalidade. Frequentemente era punido pelos atrasos e falta de comprometimento com o time, mas o dinheiro de seus pais sempre resolvia qualquer situação complicada que ele viesse a causar. Quando completou 20 anos, finalmente teve sua chance de brilhar em um dos times de mais destaque nacional. Seu nome já circulava no meio há algum tempo, portanto havia muita expectativa sobre ele. O problema é que Hajoon nunca lidou bem sob presão.

O garoto passou a frequentar muitas festas e abusar de substâncias ilícitas para extravasar tudo aquilo que nunca aprendeu a lidar. Depois de alguns meses no time, surgiu a suspeita que ele estaria envolvido com drogas. Foi obrigado a fazer um exame que, para a sua sorte ou pela influência de seus pais, teve o resultado negativo. Ainda que o caso tivesse sido encerado, a reputação de Hajoon não se recuperou. Acabou perdendo todos os seus patrocínios e teve o contrato com o time terminado. Cansados de tantos problemas, os Lee decidiram que ele deveria se alistar naquele ano e deixar a história esfriar.

Os dois anos no exército foram uma tortura para Hajoon, mas quando foi liberado pensou que pelo menos poderia voltar a treinar. No entanto, o que esperava por ele era uma matrícula na Yeosu National University. Seus pais não estavam dispostos a gastar mais um centavo com a vida esportiva do rapaz e agora tudo que queriam era que ele tivesse um diploma. A ideia parecia absurda, pois desde criança o estudo nunca tinha sido seu foco. Portanto, mais uma vez, a influência dos Lee foi necessária para que ele passasse no processo seletivo. Acabou escolhendo o curso de direito por falta de opção, mas também por ter percebido como foi importante ter alguém para defendê-lo no meio de tanta confusão. As notas continuam não sendo muito boas, mas às vezes ele se esforça, nem que seja pagando alguns colegas para ajudar com certas matérias.

[yeosuhq]

SEJA BEM-VINDO (A) À YEOSU NATIONAL UNIVERSITY, @YNU_JUNGMIN!

NOME: Oh Jungmin. FACECLAIM: Wooyoung, Ateez. PRONOMES: Ele/dele. DATA DE NASCIMENTO: 26/11/2000. NACIONALIDADE E ETNIA: Coreia do Sul, coreano. BLOCO E CURSO: II, Dança. CLUBE E ESPORTE: Fotografia e Vôlei (central). MORADIA: Ilkwon. QUALIDADES E DEFEITOS: Animado, determinado e observador. Desorganizado, distraído e teimoso. OOC: 18+

TW: Uso de drogas e substâncias ilícitas.

Nascido e criado em uma família com um bom poder aquisitivo, Oh Jungmin é o filho mais novo de Oh Taehee uma famosa ex jogadora de basquete, e de Oh Hyunbin um empresário influente no ramo dos esportes meio ao qual se conheceram. Possui um irmão mais velho Oh Yunho, a diferença entre eles era de apenas um ano, mas sempre o considerou como a pessoa mais importante de si, possuíam uma boa ligação Tem um irmão mais novo.

Oh Jungmin foi criado com todas as regalias que um jovem poderia ter, seja viagens, passeios, presentes variados de todos os tipos, mas não era bem isso que queria, não poderia reclamar de nada, seria hipocrisia de sua parte falar os contrario, mas no decorrer do seu crescimento/desenvolvimento, passou ter uma perspectiva diferente das coisas. Seria essa sua fase “rebelde”?!

Querendo ou não isso meio que influenciou em sua personalidade, é um pouco egocêntrico, gosta de curtir e festejar, sair pra beber e usar certas coisinhas.

Os dois filhos tiveram a mesma criação com os mesmos direitos, seus pais sempre exploravam suas individualidades, e por influencia da matriarca, o esporte sempre foi presente na vida deles, mas Jungmin sempre se interessou mais por Vôlei, ganhando algumas competições com o time, e não seria diferente quando ingressou a Yeosu National University, integrando a equipe da universidade.

Mas a familia teve uma pequena crise durante a adolescência dos jovens, um golpe que prejudicou a vida financeira dele, Jungmin não fazia noção das coisas que rolavam ali, mas depois de um tempo os Oh's conseguiram se reestruturar e voltando a boa vida que eram acostumados a ter.

Lidar com o mais novo era sempre complicado, não se sabia quando o mesmo estava falando sério, levando tudo na “brincadeira”, mas ainda assim era fácil se aproximar do mais novo da família, algumas vezes isso poderia se tornar um problema, tinha suas duvidas se possuía amigos de verdade ou se eram apenas puxa-saco.

Jungmin sempre foi um aluno inteligente, estava no seu DNA, vamos por assim dizer, sua educação sempre fora da melhor, o privilégio que poucos possuíam, mas sua especialidade era na área biologica onde sempre tirou notas boa, mas nunca foi um aluno exemplar, já que era muito difícil ele copiar algo na escola, apenas o essencial para não ser advertido e ter seus responsáveis chamado por lá, mas mesmo assim inteligente, até já ajudou alguns de seus “amigos” com provas, claro que sem que alguém percebesse. Fazia sucesso na escola, mas isso se vinha pelo seu carisma e por seu desempenho no esporte, era fácil chamar a atenção dessa forma.

Sempre que aprontava, fazia ao máximo para não ser descoberto ou ter que notificar os pais, muitas vezes pedindo para outras pessoas lhe ajudar a se safar, mas eram apenas confusões escolar, sua personalidade era forte. Jungmin foi pro lado mais artístico da família, dança sempre chamou sua atenção, até mais que o esporte onde até então, julgou ser seu plano para o futuro. Mas conseguiu achar algo que roubou sua atenção, sendo assim ingressando na universidade no curso de Dança, recebendo apoio de sua mãe, já seu pai esperava que ele estivesse cursando outra coisa mais interessante, e que não fosse uma perda de tempo.

[yeosuhq]

SEJA BEM-VINDO (A) À YEOSU NATIONAL UNIVERSITY, @YNU_KAI!

NOME: Nianzu Kaicheng. FACECLAIM: Ye Jinghang - Instagrammer. PRONOMES: Ele/dele. DATA DE NASCIMENTO: 03/04/1999. NACIONALIDADE E ETNIA: China, chinês. BLOCO E CURSO: IV, Administração. CLUBE E ESPORTE: - MORADIA: Wonil. QUALIDADES E DEFEITOS: Protetor, resiliente, corajoso. Compulsivo, impulsivo, desorganizado. OOC: 18+

TW: relacionamento abusivo, dependência alcoólica, menção à depressão.

Na China no ano de 1999, Nianzu Kaicheng nascia na região central da ilha de Hong Kong entre as tipologias arquitetônicas próximas à Connaught Road. Ele é filho de um casal chinês — sendo o seu pai, empresário e dono de uma microempresa do ramo de bebidas alcoólicas artesanais. O faturamento da microempresa era gasto sob total responsabilidade do maior provedor da casa. Sendo assim, a senhora Kaicheng — esposa e mãe de seu filho, por não ter o devido acesso ao dinheiro, concentrava-se arduamente em ganhar renda com a venda de seus doces caseiros da culinária chinesa. Juntando as economias, garantiria para Nianzu, um futuro diferente de sua atual realidade. Seria o futuro que um dia almejou para si mesma, pouco antes da gravidez não planejada, acompanhada pela depressão ao longo de todos esses anos.

Ela e seu filho — que crescera num ambiente familiar problemático — eram expostos a dependência alcoólica do senhor Liu. Nianzu perceberia com o passar do tempo, que sua mãe sentia-se fragilizada e estagnada com o relacionamento abusivo que ambos sofriam. Reflexo disso, também se dava no desempenho escolar de Kai. Sua desatenção e o seu comportamento, que de forma gradual se tornava agressivo, o deixavam majoritariamente em apuros, e não havia uma figura paterna para acolhê-lo. Mesmo com um resquício na relação pai-filho que se conectava no golfe, não fora suficiente quando a situação se agravou nos meados de sua adolescência. Quando percebera que poderia ser tarde demais, planejou a sua fuga com a ajuda do primo e melhor amigo, San. E levaria consigo, o dinheiro que guardou trabalhando em uma loja de conveniência, e a sua mãe, que relutou em sair nas condições que se encontrava.

Em menos de um mês buscando uma renda fixa para as necessidades básicas, sob ameaças do senhor Liu à respeito de um possível roubo em seu cofre particular, mudaram-se a convite do dono de uma agência de moda e pai de San, para a Coreia do Sul, onde Kai seguiria a carreira de modelagem com o apoio de sua mãe, que também o incentivou a entrar na Yeosu National University para seguir um dos desejos que lhe foi herdado de seu pai: ser um empresário bem sucedido.

Ambos pensaram que estariam seguros e longe das amarras do passado, mas logo saberão de tal equívoco.

[yeosuhq]

SEJA BEM-VINDO (A) À YEOSU NATIONAL UNIVERSITY, @YNU_JHYUN!

NOME: Ryu Jaehyun FACECLAIM: I.N, Stray Kids. PRONOMES: Ele/dele. DATA DE NASCIMENTO: 23/12/1999. NACIONALIDADE E ETNIA: Coréia do Sul, coreano. BLOCO E CURSO: IV, Literatura. CLUBE E ESPORTE: Vôlei (líbero). MORADIA: Wonil. QUALIDADES E DEFEITOS: Habilidoso, amigável e dedicado ao que o interessa. Sem ambições, procrastinador e enrolado. OOC: 18+

Ryu Jaehyun nasceu e cresceu na Coréia do Sul. Sua vida era bastante comum, ele não tinha grandes ambições ou sonhos. Era um jovem feliz simplesmente jogando vôlei com seus amigos nos finais de semana. Seu maior sonho era poder jogar em um time profissional, mas ele sabia que essa era uma possibilidade distante.

Os pais de Ryu Jaehyun, assim como muitos pais coreanos, sempre colocaram muita pressão sobre ele para ter uma boa carreira. Eles acreditavam que ele precisava estudar muito para entrar em uma universidade renomada e se tornar bem-sucedido. Ryu concordou com isso, mas não fazia ideia do que queria estudar. Foi então que decidiu que estudaria literatura, já que acreditava que seria o curso mais fácil e interessante.

No entanto, assim que começou a estudar, Ryu percebeu que não gostava de ler tanto quanto imaginava. Sempre acabava deixando tudo para a última hora e atuando pouco em sala de aula. Isso acabou refletindo em suas notas e no seu desempenho. Frustrado por não sentir nenhuma paixão pelo que estava estudando, ele passou a se questionar se deveria continuar.

A única coisa que mantinha Ryu Jaehyun na faculdade era o clube de vôlei. Esses momentos de treino e jogos eram os únicos onde ele se sentia realmente vivo. Eles o ajudaram a se concentrar em tempos difíceis de estudo e permitiram que ele fizesse novos amigos.

Apesar de ainda estar na faculdade, Ryu Jaehyun está determinado a seguir seu coração e sonhos. Ele sabe que pode não se tornar um grande escritor ou conseguir um emprego extremamente bem pago, mas continua jogando vôlei e procurando um propósito maior.