( ❝ mingde university ━ ♡ ]

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明德学院 𝐀𝐊𝐀 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐃𝐄 𝐔𝐍𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐘

𝘐𝘛'𝘚 𝘚𝘜𝘙𝘝𝘐𝘝𝘈𝘓 ─────────
────── 𝘖𝘍 𝘛𝘏𝘌 𝘙𝘐𝘊𝘏𝘌𝘚𝘛 !!
v. loosely based off of meteor gardens/boys over flowe
rs, yk the whole f4 fiasco

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For as long as one could remember, Mingde university has
been ruled the f4 boys, a group of four boys- childhood fr
iends, who have been sitting on their metaphorical throne
s for their entire educational careers. They've always bee
n at the top- top of their classes, top of the social hierarc
hy, top of their respective industries due to inheritances--
needless to say, they've never been on the 'losing' end.

So when four very ordinary young adults begin garnering a
ttention of the rest of the school, making grabs at what u
sed to be the glory of the f4, tensions are also on the rise.
Someone's got a new rival, now.

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[mtuan,]

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明德学院 𝐀𝐊𝐀 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐃𝐄 𝐔𝐍𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐘

𝘐𝘛'𝘚 𝘚𝘜𝘙𝘝𝘐𝘝𝘈𝘓 ─────────
────── 𝘖𝘍 𝘛𝘏𝘌 𝘙𝘐𝘊𝘏𝘌𝘚𝘛 !!
- discussion thread, discord will be sent through pms
- this is set in a university, pref around 21+
- f4 are childhood friends, reg students are open

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01. minimum 400 words 02. only one character per perso
n 03. 72 hours to get your basics up, post all forms on the
discussion thread + remove all sigs from both threads 04.
discord is mandatory and it is required to be active on th
ere! I'm looking for active rpers who are looking to contri
bute + share their ideas! I feel like this should go without
saying but lol, please don't waste our time by dipping aft
er forms, etc. 05. realistic fcs only + the f4 must be masc
uline presenting (though sexuality + what that means spe
cifically is flex!) & east asian in fc- this is set in Shanghai
, China (/does not have to be specifically chinese) 06. th
e other four are completely open & while I'd love some g
irls/fem presenting kids (bc we love women here-), I'm n
ot going to hold anyone accountable for it. diversity pls!

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[mtuan,]

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"'"''''''''''''𝘍4 𝘓𝘌𝘈𝘋𝘌𝘙
probably name, age, something bas
ic about his desc/company/future/
etc, all up to user
eros
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""'"'"'"𝘔𝘌𝘔𝘉𝘌𝘙
probably name, age, something bas
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apollian
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""'"'"'""""𝘔𝘌𝘔𝘉𝘌𝘙
probably name, age, something bas
ic about his desc/company/future/
etc, all up to user
seokjinnie
text text text text text text text te

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""''""""𝘞𝘐𝘓𝘋 𝘊𝘈𝘙𝘋
probably name, age, something bas
ic about his desc/ wild card, doesn'
t have to be part of the f4
mtuan
text text text text text text text te

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""''""""𝘞𝘐𝘓𝘋 𝘊𝘈𝘙𝘋
wild card
name, gender, age and some easy i
nfo about 'em here & etc. later

open
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""""""𝘊𝘏𝘐𝘌𝘍 𝘌𝘋𝘐𝘛𝘖𝘙
school news chief editor (or alterna
tively, campus news anchor-)
name, gender, age and some easy i
nfo about 'em here & etc. later
venus
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""𝘊𝘓𝘜𝘉 𝘈𝘔𝘉𝘈𝘚𝘚𝘈𝘋𝘖𝘙
ambassador for v pop campus club
name, gender, age and some easy i
nfo about 'em here & etc. later

mtuan,
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""""𝘕𝘌𝘞 𝘛𝘙𝘈𝘕𝘚𝘍𝘌𝘙
aka the wild card, prob has that $$$
name, gender, age and some easy i
nfo about 'em here & etc. later

saturn
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[mtuan,]

open/ discussion thread

[mtuan,]

𝐌𝐞𝐢 𝐒𝐮 '𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐞' 𝐉𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐠
❝ 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦’𝘴 𝘯𝘰 𝘰𝘯 𝘧𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘐’𝘮 𝘢 𝘮𝘪𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘱𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘳 ❞
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tagged, Yuanjun, f4 (mentioned) |oc, 1,028 words

"The Eras of Art currently recruiting! Office positions open! If you're interested--" the jarring siren breaking the relatively (-no, questionably) quiet clearing air causes most of the clubs busy attracting new members to fall into a quiet stupor- Mei Su, included, as her arm falls back to her side, a flurry of flyers pulled closed to her chest. The day's just started, clubs were just beginning to work into their groove, ambassadors busying themselves with passing out as many ads as possible, it's a wonder that of all times and of all places, a fire alarm would scream. And subsequently- rightfully so, students begin to panic, milling about to their designated 'safe havens' (as the school would've preferred to call them) and away from the fire that they would all soon find out was but a mere phantom.

A soft pout makes its way upon plush lips as the Chinese girl finds herself jostled to and fro by her fellow campus-mates and club mates alike. Holding the flyers now tightly to herself, Mei Su finds herself struggling to keep up afloat with the crowding students; and though she wouldn't have considered herself very short by any means, she certainly wasn't the tallest or sturdiest of the bunch. "Excuse me-" she mutters, cut off by another shove. Though the action doesn't stop the girl from shoving back slightly, an audible huff barely heard above the noise, yet present. The young woman's distantly grateful for wearing something different from her usual; just some pair of black jeans that clung to her legs-- no rips, and some baggy black button up she'd tucked into a crop, a strip of skin only peeking between the waist of her pants and the end of top. Mei Su also donned a pair of worn sneakers, knowing today would have been a busy today and lots of movement- for the club, of course... not for the alarm. If not for timing, it'd be very likely to find her in some cropped dress with vintage half sleeves and some pair of lightly heeled (-wedged?) sandals. (If Mei Su hadn't been so focused on the problem at hand, she would've heaved a sigh in relief.)

If nothing else- she thinks, at least I have to give one flyer out. Just as the fleeting thought passes through her mind, she shoves one of the club's promotional 'posters' into some unsuspecting fellow classmates' arms. That's one way to get the job done.

Because Mei Su would have been lying to herself if she said she hadn't spent quite a bit of time in the computer lab working on these ads, taking time out of her day to swipe the school-offered photoshop-esque programs through some library computer to pull something together. They weren't much, no- nothing an art or digital designs student would have put out anyway; in fact, they likely needed to be much more refined than they currently were. It was her honest work- deigned just enough to be acceptable for the club's recruitment day. (Which- in Mei Su's mind was every day, but officially- that wasn't the case.)

She'd even woken up earlier than usual today to make it onto campus, nodding her head the previous day when the club president had requested she print out exactly 300 copies of the club advertisement for their event. Not to mention the back and forth she'd gone to carry posters, the decorative table cloth and assist one of her clubmates in carrying the entire table out. Needless to say, Mei Su had put in too much effort for today to progress smoothly-- not for some stupid fire to take it all out. And god- Mei Su hoped to god this was some real fire problem and not just some stupid drill set up to evacuate everyone for no reason-.

The feeling of something prickling her skin breaks Mei Su from her thoughts; staring down, the brilliant green of grass comes into view and she smiles softly. Oh, we're here. She notes vaguely, even as the young woman brings her arm down to gently swipe at her legs, ridding herself of the itchy feeling that had crawled up her skin from her ankles. Glancing around, the campus looks like it's been at least quarter-cleared, the students made aware already within her vicinity and away from the (...fake) fire probably spreading through campus.

And as predictable as ever, a group of boys stands off a little in the distance where the other fellow students seemed to avoid with hesitant steps around the circle. What were they again- oh right, the f4. The most powerful group of students- boys on campus; like trust fund-esque heirs- kids, their parents likely made contributions toward the school in some way. Regardless, unless someone has been living under a rock, the majority of the student body knew of the notoriously named f4. Mhm, surely Mei Su was no stranger to the little group as well.

Quite the understatement really; and the Chinese girl seems to make a point of it when she starts in their direction, the back of one particular boy catching her (quite impish, if she might add) attention. Though never amiss from her mission, she doesn't hesitate to shove some more flyers into some more unsuspecting classmates' hands along the way, a smile in tow.

It doesn't take long for Mei Su to reach Yuanjun. It takes an even shorter time frame for her to wrap a clothed arm around his torso, entirely disregarding whatever conversation could be at hand or the looks one of the other boys might give. Without conscious thought, the girl pulls her taller 'friend' closer to her own frame, already nudging his chest with her other flyer-held hand.

"Hey you- I didn't see you at the table, earlier so- take one (please)? Because of this stupid fire alarm, I got nothing done! ... Do me a favor?" A soft frown spreads across her features, bottom lip jutting out and eyes pleading- "But don't think the rest of you won't get one either- the club is really quite interesting, just give it a chance! I give classes out on Fridays-"

[Seokjinnie]

XXX

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male || twenty-two || F4 || tags(mentions); mei su (yuanjun, king)

indentIt was not like he woke up that morning with a plan to cause problems, alright, maybe that is exactly how he woke up. That is exactly how Xiaoxing has woken up since childhood, not that he actually went through with it every day, he did have some self-control even if it was a very small amount. He had simply just woke up and found himself to be in a terrible mood. The pissed-off look on his grandmother’s face when she caught sight of the black see-through dress shirt he was wearing hadn’t alleviated his restlessness nor did the sound of her yelling at him for wearing such “indecent” clothing. If anything it made his mood worse, the see-through shirt was covered in tiny white flowers, it was chic not indecent.

indentThe only thing that could possibly fix the situation at this point was to cause trouble. A mischievous smirk bloomed on his face when his driver opened the door for him and only grew wider at the uneasiness in the man’s eyes. He put a hand on the driver’s shoulder, whispering quietly to the man, “Don’t worry, I won’t shame the family.” The man gave him a hesitant smile and hurried to get back into the vehicle, it was almost like he was running away from him. Whatever he was going to do, it was going to be with Yuanjun and King.

indentPulling the fire alarm was not what he would’ve gone with at first, but it took the least amount of planning and effort. It also did what he wanted pretty effectively, he quite enjoyed watching everyone race out of the building at the sound of the alarm going off. He was sure that if they got caught, which they wouldn’t, there wouldn’t be any consequences for the three.

indentThree....now that felt strange...three. When it had always been four but now it was three due to their fourth being forced to study abroad. He didn’t particularly like the feeling of the void that was left but there was nothing to do about it, no amount of trouble would bring him back early. Xiaoxing was back to the present at the sound of a female voice. His eyes darted over to Mei Su, rolling his eyes at the sight of her pout.

indentA small scoff escaped his lips when she began to promote her club, every single time he saw her that’s all she would be doing, well, that clinging to Yuanjun. As of this moment, it just happened to be both. He had zero interest in joining any clubs, never had, clubs met meeting with people, and having to be nice to them which was just not something that he was particularly fond of. Xiaoxing gave the girl a forced smile, “Not interested, not now, not ever.”

[miko `]

𝑳𝑨𝑼 𝑴𝑬𝑰𝑿𝑰𝑨𝑵𝑮


🠒 she/her. twenty-three. mentioned; n/a. tagged; ivan. wc; 1052.

xxxxxa dark cloud had enveloped the sky around the university campus, perfectly matching with meixiang’s mood that day. if three hours of sleep wasn’t bad enough, the coffee machine in the journalism club’s room wasn’t working, so now, she found herself slumped over her desk in front of her computer, the few members of the club that had arrived that morning casting her concerned glances. it couldn’t be helped, she was usually brimming with energy and chatting along with everyone in the club like on most mornings when she didn’t have any classes until the afternoon. but today was just… rough, putting it lightly. the girl had spent all night working on an assignment she had completely forgotten about, and it was due today at midnight, yet she was still nowhere near done. she had hoped that she could take a small break that morning before going back at it, get some coffee from the club room, get her caffeine fill, work on some articles. it would’ve been perfect, truly, if the traitorous coffee machine didn’t break on her.

xxxxxshe lifted her head ever so slightly, side-eyeing her phone on the desk. hypothetically speaking, if she texted ivan right now to go grab her some coffee from a nearby starbucks, would he? she dismissed the thought almost immediately, head slumping back onto the desk with a soft thud. she heaved an audible (and frustrated) sigh that had garnered her another set of concerned glances from the club members. she was tempted to text him, he was supposedly her boyfriend and all that, it would be nice of him to do her bidding once in a while, but at the same time, she knew that the pest wouldn’t do as she asked. she had been so stupid, agreeing to the whole thing, thinking that she wouldn’t have caught feelings because the relationship is fake. but here she was, sleep-deprived and too scared to text ivan to get her a simple cup of coffee. she had the urge to throw something at that moment in time, get her pent-up anger and frustration out somehow, but she didn’t want to scare the club members even further.

xxxxxif her day couldn’t get any worse than it already was, well, that would be a lie. the shrill sound of the fire alarm had filled her ears and she let out a loud groan as she sat herself up. why was god so against her that day? nevertheless, she had responsibilities that came with being in charge of the journalism club. she stood up reluctantly, grabbing her phone and bag while she was at it, head already throbbing from the constant blare of the fire alarm. ushering everyone out of the club room, she had basically instructed everyone to stay safe and go to their nearest fire exit, y’know, like the good mom that she was, and locked up the club room while she was at it, stashing the keys away in her bag when she was done. another sigh escaped her lips, right… now onto getting out of the building itself, seeing as the hallways were filled with panicking students everywhere she looked. it wasn’t a surprise to her, no one was really sure if the fire alarm was because of an actual fire or if it was a drill. or, it could’ve also been some idiot setting it off because of some dumb dare. what was this? high school? she shook her head, blending into the crowd and letting it guide her, hoping that everyone was moving towards the exit of the building.

xxxxxthe only good thing about today was the fact that the club room was on the ground floor of one of the main campus buildings, making the trip to the exit much faster and easier, and she managed to get out of the building within a few minutes. though only to grimace, seeing as the dark clouds from earlier hadn’t cleared up, hinting that it was probably going to rain soon. god really had something against her that day, if it hadn’t been clear enough before. at least the crowd had dispersed a little at this point, everyone spreading out around the spacious campus grounds, finding friends and such. right, that reminded her, she should probably find someone she knew before she outright collapsed from exhaustion. while she saw many familiar faces around campus, people even smiling and waving at her (don’t get her wrong, she waved back and tried to muster up her best smiles, but it was so hard right now), but she wanted to find a close friend who she didn’t mind seeing her in this vulnerable state that she was in. now that was a mission in itself, she realized, considering that she had maybe three to four people that she would actually consider a close friend. what a chore.

xxxxxshe had almost given up, fire alarm still blaring in the back (seriously, how long does it take to assess the situation and turn the damn thing off? she was getting a headache), until she spotted the familiar face of her fake boyfriend. it was sappy if she was being honest, but she felt her mood lift slightly as soon as she caught sight of him. yeah, she was in it bad. duffle bag slung over one of his shoulders, she knew that he was probably heading to practice before the fire alarm was set off, confirming that he probably wouldn’t have gotten her coffee if she had asked before. damn him. it was whatever, she concluded, not letting her dwell on it further as she moved towards him. her first instinct was to go in for a hug, wrapping her arms around his torso while he was distracted and leaning her head against his chest, a small ‘hi’ escaping her lips as a greeting. she hoped that the lack of her usual energy had gotten through to him somehow, and conveyed to him that if he pushed her off, she would commit a crime against him and it wouldn’t be pretty. right now, she just needed to have a moment to recharge her energy, and even though only coffee could bring her back to her senses fully, ivan’s body warmth would have to do for now.

[mtuan,]

𝐙𝐡𝐞𝐧𝐠 𝐗𝐢𝐚𝐨 '𝐈𝐯𝐚𝐧' 𝐇𝐞
❝ 𝘋𝘪𝘢𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵, 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘢 𝘧𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘩𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 ❞
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tagged, lau |oc, we'll have you know, if lau asked, she would have gotten coffee, tyvm (triumph), it would have been a v convenient request smh- 1,095 words

Ivan He hated having to wake up early. Anyone who even only marginally acquainted with him would know of that. It was a fact of matter that never wavered for the blonde haired man who seemed as if he'd prefer to spend his time eating and sleeping- only, if he could. And yet, on this particular morning, the young man had dragged his tired and admittingly rather sore body out of bed as early as the break of dawn, a groan following his steps as he bumbles his way into his morning routine.

Perhaps he would have been in a better mood if the purpose of waking up so early had been for practice- as it usually was; it certainly was for practice yesterday. But no, today just had to be another campus day filled with back-to-back classes throughout the entire afternoon, as if he hadn't anything better to do.

Oh. A pause in thought stops Ivan from making his way into the bathroom. He didn't even attend his classes to begin with- almost immediately, the young man very nearly spins on his heels to launch himself back onto his mattress and under the covers. Quick, if he was speedy enough, maybe it'd still be warm from earlier-

But for whatever reason today, Ivan found himself shaking his head and running a hand through his bird nest of hair, sighing as he made his way into his bathroom. Well- he was up already, perhaps he could squeeze in a few more hours of practice early in the day? Despite the way his muscles screamed for rest, anyway. Though the man would never admit it out loud, he often looked forward to the tired ache he always seemed to acquire from the long hours of practice the day before. He endured the discomfort, wore it like a badge because it only signified his hard work and dedication to the sport- if nothing else. Alongside the strain often came with various bruises of purpling degree depending on how rough the matches had gotten in the days prior- all of which had been welcomed warmly by Ivan, of course.

And that's how the man somehow found himself here, currently standing in line at the campus coffee shop, with a duffel bag stuffed with equipment, spare clothes and various miscellaneous items alike. He wore a simple black tee with no branding or phrasing, some pair of black adidas training pants, and a pair of well-worn sneakers- paired along some army green jacket and a black cap to vaguely match. (-And no, it was absolutely and utterly not because his blonde hair was still a mess, sticking in various directions, and he saw no point in fighting with it more than he needed to if the boy was simply going to cover his head again with a helmet not longer later-.)

Queueing in line, the hockey captain thumbs subconsciously at the phone sitting in his jacket pocket, mildly wondering if he should grab a cup for his 'girlfriend' along the way. Would she want something? Would Lau think he'd be caring too much by asking? Although their relationship was... obscure to say the least, the lines blurring more and more as time went on (-though not to the public eye, of course), Ivan would have never considered himself too much of an ass with the role- at least he'd play the part. The two had definitely gone into... whatever they've got going on with the mindset of never catching feelings- it'd been one of the (of many) stupid rules Ivan may or may not have found himself guilty of. It was a layer of protection- against her. He wants to defend inwardly, believing that feelings only ever caused more damage than healing. And although the Chinese man couldn't exactly admit that he'd caught feelings of any sort- rather unsure of what to make of the situation himself, it was clear as day now to Ivan that the relationship he and Lau shared was not the same as day one. Something's changed. The hockey captain just wasn't sure exactly what (-or more accurately, didn't want to admit anything).

Still, the Chinese man is both mildly grateful and massively irritated as a siren practically screeches through the lil' on-campus cafe, shoo-ing everyone out of the lines and tables and out into the open. Ivan doesn't hesitate to let out a deep groan of full offense as he's hassled out with the rest of what seemed like the entire school's population. He ends up shoving his hands into his pockets- one gripping his phone tightly in his grasp.

And while the walk into the field wasn't necessarily long or even tiresome, Ivan's mood is immediately ruined. Waking up early for no reason, missing coffee, a fire on campus- just what else could go wrong today? Ah yes. He was indeed rather bitter.

Ivan isn't given a long enough chance to wallow in his own (mocking) self-pity of grief and despair, however, when a pair of arms circling around his torso immediately derails any thoughts he might have had. He grunts in surprise, as the familiar mop of hair and the intimate action of setting a weight right against his chest has Ivan reeling just the slightest- initially unsure as he sets his bag of training gear down to accommodate the sudden change. Somehow- somehow the Chinese man's first reaction isn't to push away the bundle in his arms, though; for once, he doesn't immediately shove someone into the ground for the affection.

Instead-- (somehow, someway-) Ivan wraps his own arms around Lau without a second moment of hesitation, a hum rising from deep within his chest (-again, somehow- he's sure she can practically feel the sensation) as he mumbles a quiet "Hey," in return. Without thinking, the Chinese man brings his own hand up to pat the back of Lau's head gently, unconsciously taking in their slight height difference as she seemingly settles into his embrace. "You sound exhausted- long night, I assume? If it's because you stayed up trying to finish homework or something lame like that though, I don't think I have any sympathy to spare for you." he snickers mockingly. "Maybe you should have come and watched your boyfriend practice instead-" Ivan continues in almost a low sing-song timbre "-I promise you, it would have been much more exciting than whatever you were doing last night. Maybe you would've even been rewarded for it- rather than tortured."

Despite his sharp, biting words, he doesn't loosen his hold around 'his' girl.

[honeycomb `]

────────（ 𝑴𝑶𝑶𝑵 𝑫𝑨𝑳-𝑳𝑨𝑬 ！！ ）

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒: mei, xiaoxing ／／ 𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒: king, theo ／／ 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 820
indentit had been over 8 years since she had been back to china, and she was not excited to say the least. when dal- lae had left, it was not on the best terms. her father had forced her to move abroad with him for business since he and her mother travelled so much. she had left both friends and family behind during the move and had not kept in touch with those people because of the shame of how she abandoned them. the only reason that dal-lae has returned was to attend mingde university, the school that both her parents graduated from. she was a legacy, but was aware that as soon as she graduated, they would force her to move back to europe and begin to take a forefront position at both the law firm and fashion company. it was a heavy weight to be burdened with, and sometimes she wished that she were born a regular, plain jane type of girl. she had a plan to not make any friends while she was attending mingde, just so she did not have the chance of letting them down.
indentthe school was just the way she had remembered it when she last visited with her mother and her childhood friends king and theo. as children they had formed a plan to be the most powerful students at the school once they began to attend the school together. it made dal-lae wonder how they had been doing all these years, maybe they had also moved away. theo has always been the black sheep of the himi family, but that only made dal- lae love her more, her brother on the other hand was a pompous, arrogant, jackass who had been a pain in her rear since the day he was born. their mothers had arranged for them to wed, which actually drove them away from each other because each time they came into contact their mothers because insufferable. it was true that over the years she had almost forgotten about king, however there was always a part of her that never let her fall in love with anyone and she blamed him; his devilish spirit sat on her left shoulder whispering sweet nothings, reminding her of him. even though it had been years ago, and they were only children, dal- lae could not help herself; something about him captivated her soul, and now that she was back, she dreaded having to explain herself to him.
indentthe people were also still the same, some humble and others complete brats. she watched the interaction between the apparent club member and some spoiled pretty boy for a few moments, god did that kind of men agitate the living hell out of her. they were the type to believe the world revolved around them and their new gucci shoes, and while she loved herself a fierce, striking pair of shoes she had not problem stepping on the shoes of those who were so entitled that she needed to remind them on basic human decency. her rage boiled, like the scalding hot coffee in her hand. dal-lea fought back the urge to put the spoiled little gremlin in his place in front of the crowd of students that had begun to gather, many of which who were looking at her. was she wearing something weird or was there something on her face? the heiress turned to shoot the students a sharp gaze, making some of them scatter in instants. turning her attention back to the club girl and spoiled little boy, dal-lae felt the confidence to smack him down surge inside of her. the girl’s heels clicked softly on the floor as she made her way up to the club member and bratty gremlin.
indent“so, you think just because you have money and status that you can have a cheap personality? i am sorry to disappoint you by giving you a reality check but that trashy attitude, doesn’t match the price tag on those shoes; so let me even the playing field. okay?” her tone taunted him. her eyes locked into his as she poured the coffee onto his expensive shoes, before tossing the empty cup at his feet. “you may not know who i am yet, but you will know soon enough, let the name moon stike fear into your bratty little heart, gremlin scum.”
indentturning to the girl, dal-lae’s whole attitude changed in an instant. her smile was warm and soft, like the summer sun. she was cute. really, really cute. she had soft features and radiated a kind and innocent aura. “hey, im moon dal-lae, the new transfer student from milan,” her voice was less harsh, and more angelic if anything. “but would you mind telling me a little about your club over coffee, i seem to have misplaced mine” she said darting her eyes back to the cocky man behind them.