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viragosoul · 1 year

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* don't hurt yourself ⏤⏤⏤⏤ @plctwists

at this point, siyeon finds herself counting down the days until the exhibition is over.

this being her first showing at mugunghwa, it makes her wonder if all the added stress is truly worth it. if all the late nights, abrupt changes, and added weight within her eye bags would all make sense come opening day ⏤ it has to. her grandfather endorses the fall exhibit during an afternoon check in call, stating that it has merits beyond an academic grade and would bolster her artistic resume to have a designated space there, but even then she's still not sure. mocha colored hues shift over to the sight of mina working on the opposite side of her, and it makes her wonder if her already stellar resume needs bolstering; if it's enough to put up with the other's presence in close proximity.

in all honestly, there has never been a point in time where siyeon has gotten along with her, nor did she ever want to. it was already enough that the two of them were lauded as some of the greatest talent to enter the school in decades, competitive spark igniting to a flame in an instant; but mina's fragile facade was the fuel that escalates it into a wildfire, leaving the ash remains of anything that comes in it's path. and as they are the only two of the red and green club working together on the memorial of jisoo at this time ⏤ using mina's idea that was accepted by the plurality of the group, siyeon not included ⏤ she's trying to make sure that the project doesn't become another victim of their ongoing discord. suck it up for the good of the project, or something like that.

the space amongst them is strained and brittle, like a rubber band stretched to the breaking point, so she remains silent and moves in a gentle manner. siyeon isn't looking for another fight since there's no other choice but to work together, but that also doesn't mean that her defenses are lowered. "pass me that tool over there," she breaks the silence, motioning over towards the tool that was left near mina before their positions changed. you can accomplish a basic task like that, right? dissolves on the tip of her tongue because it's already enough that her tone is hardly sociable, but it's the best she can muster at the moment.

#◟ * 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐞 › fire to a flame‚ ignite it #◟ * mina › don't hurt yourself #plctwists #mguacti

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44m4 · 1 year

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chiaroscuro @plctwists

certain factors are necessary to yield proper photographs. shutter, aperture, iso sensitivity. external light source, depth of field. exposure. the light needs to fall on the sensor at the right time and the lens has to be the right size and what all these stifling rules and overbearing laws are trying to say, really, is: light needs to be in all the right places for one perfect moment. long enough to create something that will live longer than that one perfect moment.

muyeol stares at the 4x6 glossy in his hand—as he has, unblinkingly, for the past week. a girl looking off-camera, lips parted mid-sentence. the way the shadows play at the corner of her mouth, she could be saying anything. the way the light falls into all the right places in her eyes, it's almost like she might blink. the girl in the picture so alive, she's almost someone else entirely.

he walks up to her, that girl in the photograph, and he almost doesn't recognize her. he almost forgets that he knows her, that he has seen everything there is to see. there, up close, she seems like someone else entirely. alarmingly real. startlingly tangible.

"hey," he smiles. a dog finally caught up to the car, he realizes he doesn't know what to do next. how to go about the morbid business of telling the bereaved that she's beautiful, asking if she wouldn't mind her pain photographed. there's no easy way to say it, no nice way to ask. muyeol sits beside her and, from his jacket pocket, takes out a small 4x6 plastic sleeve with her picture inside. "it's your picture from the paper. you looked... it came out nice, so i thought you might want it. the print on the paper is all blurry and pixelated. it’s...” he shakes his head, “just looks different, you know?”

#╰ ┈ 58mm + moments #plctwists #plctwists/km #plctwists/km/01

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invalidater · 1 year

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for @plctwists.

junjae remembers that night vividly.

steam rising up in billows as the building went up in flames. eyes wide open, jaw tightly locked as he’d followed the nauseating scent of smoke to the source of the fire from across the campus. for a moment, everything had seemed so unreal, as if he was just having a bad trip. then the sharp screams for help and echoes of an ambulance siren pierced through the air, and he’s snapped out of his trance.

the next day, he hears whispering in the corridors. jisoo is dead, they say. mina was with him. he almost doesn’t believe them – or maybe he doesn’t want to. mugunghwa was supposed to be a refuge, a quaint little town to bide time by. not a murder scene steps away from his own room.

it would be easier for him to dissociate from everything if not for the fact that he knew all three of the victims involved in the accident. and of the three of them, he’s known kim mina, second year painting major - and hometown friend of han junjae, the longest.

only a few people in mugunghwa know about junjae’s past in seoul – he’d moved here to escape from it, after all. kim mina was one of the few pieces of his past that had travelled with him to this small town, someone he knew he could find refuge in on nights when it’s painfully obvious that junjae doesn’t truly belong to this town.

so when he gets the phone call, he doesn’t hesitate to say yes. he doesn’t even need to think, just says the same three words he always utters whenever she drops him a call: i’ll be there.

he meets her at the gate of mugunghwa twenty minutes later, a bottle of tequila in hand, a pack of cigarettes and his phone in his back pocket, and nothing else. the drive to seoul is filled with manic laughter as the two of them share morbid jokes that probably wouldn’t be regarded as jokes if they were overheard. they don’t talk about the fire - there’s an unspoken understanding between them that neither of them wants to think about that right now.

then they arrive at the club, and junjae doesn’t typically get shit drunk so fast, but he hasn’t spent alone time with mina for a long time, especially not since she’d gotten together with his own captain, jisoo (who’s now dead, a little voice at the back of his mind whispers).

junjae doesn’t want to think about it, so he drinks. and under the pulsating lights of the club and with the thrill of being back in the place he feels most at home at, mina suddenly seems more ethereal than usual. it’s strange, really - he’s always thought she’s pretty, but there must be something in the air in the club tonight, because it’s as if he’s being magnetically pulled in closer towards her.

so he tugs her in for an impulsive kiss, loses himself in her for a few seconds. and when he pulls away, eyes unfocused, he asks belatedly. “is this okay?”

#plctwists #i kinda got sidetracked i am so sry #HAPPY BIRTHDAY MAX!!!! ILY

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