ilshailey​:

movie stars // haneul

this is going to backfire horribly. hyemi groaned at her body’s aimless wandering around the drive-in-movie lot. no, she didn’t know how to drive, but her body’s wallet had a driver’s license in it…so that was close enough, right?

you still don’t have a car, genius. 

“it’s okay! we’ll find one! haneul is cute, so he can do anything.” hailey giggled, walking up to any vacant cars she could find until one magically opened up for her. “see! so can you, little one!” with a celebratory clap of her hands, she quickly climbed in and made herself comfortable. “nice and clean.” she then proceeded to texting her movie date of which vehicle to meet her in. 

✉︎ hailey: i’m in a bright red car! all the way in the front! someone was so kind as to park it for our arrival you can’t miss it xoxo

this is definitely illegal.

“spirited away is going to be so much fun!” 

@ilshaneul​

haneul, by all accounts, is and has always been the dumbest genius you could meet. you would be lying if you tried to say he wasn’t one of the smartest people in your life, but you’d equally be lying if you didn’t also say he was a fucking idiot and 7/10 times would make a bad decision.

this date was a really bad idea. not that he knew that now. but more so, later, when yongju found out he had asked someone else—not once, but twice—to founders day events, well, his head would be on a stick.

for now though, being in a car alone with hailey seemed pretty awesome—after all, he had kinda had a thing for her ever since they met in the park near the cabins and gushed about how it was both of their favorite places. he wasn’t even sure if she had a car though, they just decided to meet at the drive in nad go from there.

he wasn’t exactly sure if hailey thought of it as a date, but he figured he should look nice, so he made it a tip-top priority to put on a nice floral button-down and jeans.

haneul mostly looked silly as he added his cross dangly earrings, but the thought counted.

when the text came through, haneul had already been on his walk to the drive in ( it sucked to walk, by the way ) and he sends a quick “omw! see u soon!” although, as he gets closer he does question the fact someone else parked it.

when he arrives, he runs for the red car and sneaks up to the drivers side, happiness practically drawn on. “hey! nice car, man!”

ilschaeri​:

for HANEUL, @ilshaneul

the popstar gives her companion a little twirl, showing off her kitschy, colorful outfit, rainbow crochet top and skirt. oversized, cat ear headphones hang around her neck, the statement piece half-ironic. “i like your collar chain,” chaeri says, index finger hooking onto the red and tugging a little. she’s waiting for compliments from him, to make up for the usual tens of thousands of comments missing in her life right now. “this look was worth the wait, right?“

if you knew haneul, then you probably knew that between all the different versions of himself, one thing was always there: jun haneul was a fanboy. he loved kpop, he loved emo rock bands like my chemical romance, he loved youtubers and he loved actresses and actors. there was always something fun about sinking his teeth in being interested in something. he could always find someone to talk to when he got into stuff like that.

so it was no surprise when just as quick as a celebrity entered the vicinity of him, he had somehow already made it on her good side and was following her around while celebrating the town’s anniversary.

today, especially, he finds himself strayed away from his original idea of asking out yongju to the carnival, and instead had ended up waiting at the edge of the carnival for chaeri to arrive, and when she does, he happily takes his friend’s bag.  “not long!” he says, but he easily thinks it may have been thirty minutes, possibly more due to his usual habit of arriving early. that wasn’t important for her to know though.

“you look great! i like the rainbow! we’re kinda matching!” he says, after watching the spin. he gives a shy smile at the compliment given to him, but quickly though, he catches up with what he’s really meant to say. “well worth it! you look fabulous, gorgeous, all of it!”

pkmn ilsseojun​:

ilshaneul·:

💌 ( 1 )  𝕟𝕖𝕨 𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕖𝕣  !

      ⤷     delivered to: @ilsseojun!               titled : cinderella but for bros.

this prank had to be different from the others. it had to be…bigger. seojun quickly sat up shaking his mouse awake before typing in ‘pirate ship ambience’ to his search engine. he turns his speakers up in order to paint a more realistic scene for his listener, and then, he proceeds to call the number scribbled down on a sticky note stuck to his wall.

“ahoy matey! there be no witches on this 'ere ship! the only witches I know o’ belong to davy jones.” seojun proclaimed in his best pirate accent,  “i 'ave picked up this 'ere magic conch to 'elp me on this here voyage fer some booty! will ye 'elp me?”

as soon as he hears it, haneul is laughing into his microphone. the voice, the background noise, there is nothing better than whoever this guy is. it has been killing him anytime he gets calls like this.

“ahoy matey,” hey replies easily, not exactly going all out for the bit, but wanting to play along where he could. “of course i’ll help you out there matey, where’d you get the conch?” he asks first, barely able to contain his laughter even still!

“and is this booty you’re voyagin for mine?”

ilsyongju​:

ilshaneul​:

💌 ( 1 )  𝕟𝕖𝕨 𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕖𝕣  !

       ⤷     delivered to: @ilsyongju !                titled : safe in the dark.

yongju leans in, breaching haneul’s personal space. they have to slightly raise onto their tiptoes in order to better reach haneul’s forehead. softly, yongju kisses the reddened skin they had just flicked. they’re fully grinning by the time they pull away. 

“buy me a lemonade and we’re even,” yongju says. she reaches over again, this time to tousle his hair - his bangs fall haphazardly, eclipsing the spot where she’s just kissed. with a laugh, yongju bolts in the direction of the doors. she’s the first one in the coffee shop, leaving haneul stupefied on the sidewalk. 

haneul welcomes the helmet being taken off of him. it is a bit babying, but haneul has always enjoyed—albeit secretly—being taken care of, especially by yongju. 

he doesn’t have much time to relish in the sweetness of that moment though, as soon, his head is being flicked. haneul reacts, pulling back like it had genuinely hurt as bad as being slapped or punched, and he holds his forehead with a pout for a small moment. 

“first of all, seeing an alien would be fucking awesome,” he warns her, “i’d leave to their planet and just start dating one of em! leave your ass in ilsang for real...” it’s a lie bigger than any he’s ever told, and he knows it as soon as he’s said it. when he was younger, leaving for university in seoul or—even worse, back then american universities—was something he said he would do all the time. but these days, something felt like quicksand beneath him, pulling him deeper into this town.

or maybe, right now, it was just how much he wished he could runaway and leave with her.

the thoughts are quickly quieted down, though, because of a kiss to his forehead that makes his knees weak and his heart beat faster. he stares after her dumbly, and when she doesnt turn around, he touches his forehead gently before frowning and running after her like he’s crazed, tossing open the door to the shop after her.

“buy you a lemonade?! you know i was gonna anyway!” he says, somehow sounding mad as he throws himself and his wallet at the counter to order a hot tea for himself and the lemonade for her, and turns to point to a table questioningly.

ilsyena​:

Still, despite this feeling finding a permanent residence within her, the vision of Haneul in her peripheral always comes on top and, placed at the back burner to be dealt with sometime late (or rather, cramped with many such cases of deal with it later feelings), she finds that his cordiality draws out a smile of her own.

“Hey,” she says again, as if she hadn’t greeted him already. Someone else would’ve walked away with their lethargy when facing him; Yena however finds an anchor in it. “We can go for a drink, yeah. I can do a drink or two.” She laughs, then, short but drawing out the smile lines around her eyes. “Walk me home? Jeez, I’ll hold onto your word, then. You better not get drunk, knight in shining armor.”

yena has alway been something strange in haneul’s life. something between a friend and something less. but, now that they’re working together—haneul can definitively say there is something specific between them now. coworkers are better than feeling like she hates him, but he is still itching to be promoted to friends. but that was a bit of how everyone made haneul feel.

it was perhaps a little selfish that he felt like everyone always had to like him, but it was what it was.

she was interesting though, not exactly the same as the other people he oh so wished were close to him. there was something vaguely spooky about yena, but haneul barely had a conscious thought about the feelings of confusion between their journey as friends, but underneath, it was still there.

“hiiiiii~” he says, voice going an octave higher, if even possible, as he sing songs to her. flipping his wrist toward her, a smile plasters itself on his face and becomes nearly permanent. “me, drunk? never!” haneul laughs, already making a grab for her elbow to wrap them around each other. “okay, maybe sometimes. but i just want a nice cold creamy beer and your company!”

with that, he starts pulling her toward their walk to come.

ilsyongju​:

ilshaneul​:

💌 ( 1 )  𝕟𝕖𝕨 𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕖𝕣  !

       ⤷     delivered to: @ilsyongju !                titled : safe in the dark.

it doesn’t take long for the two to ride back across town. they occasionally feel haneul’s arms squeeze tight around their midsection - he’s always been anxious when it comes to riding in cars, and he especially doesn’t like the fact the motorcycle has even less safeguards from the road. he often expresses his opinions on yongju’s choice in ride - they’re surprised he has yet to comment on it tonight, although the tightening of his arms around them speaks volumes to how he feels.

“is too a such thing as ghosts,”a pout forms on his lips because he really does believe in all of the shit he’s always saying and sometimes it’s really frustrating to always be told it isn’t real.

he has to remind himself that technically, its all a delusion. psychosis, diagnosed, and not real by anyone’s standards but his own and he immediately feels the upset well within himself. he’s just a crazy guy, who hallucinates ghosts in his bedroom at night.

he at least finds it in him to laugh at the splash zone joke, despite the anxiety welling up within him again—though this time, he’s not scared of dying, and now it is more a sincere fear of looking stupid in front of yongju. “please... i bet you have a bigger splash zone, baby! i always aim for more fun things,” he teases, opening his mouth and lets his tongue hang out with a pointed wink. humor to dull the embarrassment, as per usual.

he doesn’t have much time to ramble on, though, because yongju knows. better than anyone, she knows to stop him because not even he wants to keep talking sometimes. and it isn’t long until he’s being pulled toward the damned motorcycle.

simultaneously, he hates and fantasizes about this stupid bike. he hates cars, he hates being on the road, sometimes he cant even look out of the window on a bus, and yet, when ju is driving, even on a stupid accident waiting to happen bike, he feels so much safer. no one could make him get on one of these.

except her.

rather than putting on the helmet immediately, he stares as their hair is pulled back, and they look gorgeous. so handsome. the way they climb onto the seat, the way they nod to tell him what to do. it all makes his knees weak. slowly, fumbling with the helmet as it goes on. he fastens it, and throws a shaky leg over the seat.

god, he hated that they could even make him get on something like this. his arms tighten immediately, and a few more times after that. his eyes are screwed up tight, not wanting to see anything.

once they’re on stable ground, he sighs. his grip stays clear, and he wants to hit them and kiss them all the same. “yongju, i fucking hate this thing!”

ilsyena​:

“Haneul,” her eyes wide when she sees him, her voice nearing an aghast gasp. The cigarette is dropped from her hand in a near instant, foot pressed over it, and a single prayer that Haneul didn’t see it. “I — I thought you went home already. You scared me shitless.”

@ilshaneul

in the beginning of his journey of working with yena, despite having memories that were not-so-great, haneul had went out of his way to get to know her. even on nights where they had not been on air together, he had stayed late with promises of dinner or even just a walk to her car or the bus stop.

( it had worked if you ask haneul, because he would say they are pretty close now. at least for coworkers. he could get closer though, if you asked him! )

lately though—as he reconnected with yongju especially—he stopped staying as late. maybe it was the air too, though, because lately haneul felt heavy every day. scared, like something in his nightmares was right behind him constantly. that was a topic to broach on another day, haneul decides, and neatly packs the notion away because yongju distracting him is way easier and cooler.

nevertheless, he had found himself rarely crowding yena afterwork and he actually feels kinda sad. he misses her!

so he searches for her, brown messenger bag swinging onto his shoulder as he leaves his desk for the day, flipping off a small globe light with stars cut into it. one of the patches that are falling off of his bag snags on his desk, but after a moment of wrestling with his stupid work area, he is off to find yena who went outside-

haneul checks his watch curiously,

fifteen minutes ago. fuuuuck. he probably already missed her, but he hopes he hasn’t.

thankfully, as he pushes the doors to the outside open, a rush of cold air hits his face and he takes in the slight scent of smoke and the flowers of ilsang. the faint smell of smoke raises nothing but his own itch to smoke.

“yena!” he bites back, gasping as if he had not expected her. “of course i didn’t go home, babe! you look too pretty today!” he says, quickly closing the space between them and immediately hugging her. “wanna go out with me? bandal pocha is alwayyyys good! or we could get a drink!” at the very mention of a drink, haneul starts shimmying in front of her. “dance a little? get a little crazy!—or” the shimmying stops as soon as this is out of hid mouth, like it was in his little code. “we could just eat, eating would be cool! and then i can walk you home!”

💌 ( 1 )  𝕟𝕖𝕨 𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕖𝕣  !

      ⤷     delivered to: @ilsseojun !               titled : cinderella but for bros.

the last song of the current set comes to its close. some korean rockers voice ending a note, and haneul sings along to just the very end as he unmutes his mic. “you just heard, dickpunks! and, you’re listening to bewitched, bothered, and bewildered with jun haneul on 133.9fm! it’s nearing 11pm now, and if you’re still listening, in ilsangdo it is a cool 23 degrees and clouds are covering up our sweet moon right now, she must be feeling pretty tired, huh?” his voice is smooth, and a tired edge is heard if you listen closely. his late night show ends at midnight, and he loves it—but tonight he’s tired, days of thinking too much.

the atmosphere is lazy, and it has been good night, but he’s getting closer to the point of the night where he thinks about the mystery caller who has been calling almost every night haneul has broadcasted, commonly at fifteen after eleven. he traces his finger on the table as he discusses the news about some of the fisheries in town, vaguely considering whether the guy is just some figment of his imagination. that would be pretty funny, but he doesn’t think that’s true. he definitely fucking loves this guy though, always ending his night laughing.

and then, just like that, soon the phone is ringing. “on the line we have a caller, what are you thinking about tonight, caller? are you feeling bewitched?”

ilsyongju​:

ilshaneul​:

💌 ( 1 )  𝕟𝕖𝕨 𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕖𝕣  !

       ⤷     delivered to: @ilsyongju !                titled : safe in the dark.

“we can go down to the docks, too. get something from the 981 to feed the fish,” she offers. 

a smile cuts open her face at the sudden memory of something from their youth. “or we could always vandalize the town hall again, i got some fresh spray paint. make you feel like you never got old with me, gramps. so, whaddya say? the night is ours, might as well make the most of it before i sentence you to dreamland.”

melting into the hands on his face, he tilts into her even more. his brain floods with calm, even still standing here. their touch was a better anxiety remedy than any of the orange bottles upstairs in his room. 

in comparison to his own, her hands are rough. his own hands find their way to yongju’s wrists—perfectly manicured and barely a callous to be noticed. honestly, the only word he can bring to mind other than just the notion that it’s hot is that he feels safe in her arms. he could hold his own, but yongju was a real fighter. and anything that went bump in the night had no match for both of them together.

at least, that’s how he had felt since he was a kid.

“tea would be cool…” he agrees quietly, mind wandering back to the figure upstairs. is his house haunted? maybe it was real? maybe it was a poltergeist because the house was built on a burial ground. could that happen? here? was it allowed? probably not. his mom wouldn’t just help him buy a house with a fucking spirit, totally not. plus, his roommates would have mentioned a haunting. right? right. right. right. logic. yongju would tell him all of this. 

looking back in the world from his derailment, he smiles at the memory of their usual hijinks. man, no one was better than them. “dude, i am not trying to report on my own arrest. the ghost in my room is already trying to make me die in bed! i don’t need the pigs out for me too… seriously.” his tone is playful, even with the mention of feeling like something was out to kill him.

that was truly haneul for you.

“besides. i never feel old, cuz, when i look at you all i see is daisy fuckin’ dukes, man. or like, spiderman. other youthful hot people in a not creepy way. uh—i like feeding fish? remember when i had fish named after me and that chick i was crushing on? and they had fish babies? that was pretty cool. did you know halibut means holy flatfish? it was only eaten on holy days, originally… cool, huh?” rambling was certainly his strong suit, and he often found himself doing this.

💌 ( 1 )  𝕟𝕖𝕨 𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕖𝕣  !

       ⤷     delivered to: @ilsyongju !                titled : safe in the dark.

tick. tock. tick. tock. tick. tock. tick. tock. tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick.

incessant.

9:02pm. it isn’t that late. there is still time to fall asleep.

tick. tick. tick. tick. tick. fuck.

he turns over in bed, eyes locking on the blue black out curtains. the street lighting is no match for the curtain, and nothing gets through. it’s pitch black in the bedroom. in the corner of his eye, he sees something standing next to his girl’s generation poster, and he sighs.

‘it isn’t real. it’s going to be fine, you’re going to fall asleep.’ he tells himself, shutting his eyes tight to no longer see the shape in the room. only, when he opens them again, there it is still.

tick tick tick tick tick tick tick.

haneul’s heart starts to pump, panic starting to set in as it inches closer. it walks so slowly, haneul thinks it must have been at least ten minutes of watching it come toward him. his breath gets harder to find, and soon he’s coughing to stop himself from coughing. tears drop down his face and then its arms are reaching toward him, ‘why can’t i move?’ and then—

and then. nothing. there was never anything there.

9:06pm. he tries to calm his breath.

before he can make up another intruder, his hand is reaching for his phone, and he makes a call, voice small and scared. “i haven’t been able to sleep since— well, i didn’t sleep at all last night. i’m worried i’ll stay awake again,” a shaky breath, still calming himself. “can you come over...?”

without surprise, there is agreement. even less surprising is the doorbell ringing not long after they hang up.

“baby!” he says, sounding relieved for the first time since his last shift. yongju is pulled into a tight hug, one where haneul is burying himself into their shoulder, sighing happily as he takes in everything about them. her scent, her clothes, her warmth, everything that is theirs is so comfortable. “thank you, i thought—it’s not important, i just need you, fuck, man!”

hello ^-^!! my name is salem or sae! it has been a while since i’ve been in a roleplay, but i’m very excited to be apart of this one! anyway, in this little intro post i’ll include a little ooc info section, a run down on haneul, as well as plot ideas! i hope that this post makes navigating haneul super duper easy!

full profile ♡ plots ♡ biography ♡ mobile navi.

ooc intro

♡ as i said, my name is salem ♡ i use they/them ♡ cst time zone ♡ i am twenty two ♡ i loooove plotting over twitter or discord, so if possible i always prefer those! my twitter is ( @/mlmjjk ) and my discord is ( salem#0048 ) ♡ fun facts about me: i have three cats, so you will be hearing about this!! and haneul is one of my favorite characters, i actually made him in 2017! crazy. but this character is special to me and a whole lotta fun. so i hope that you all will enjoy him~

jun haneul

♡ jun haneul... what can i say about him? well, first of my little dashing guy is twenty-five. he was adopted, but has lived in ilsang since he was five. he went to college in town, etc etc. and about a year or two ago he became a dj at the local radio station, so you can hear him on the airwaves. ♡ when you first meet him, you’ll probably see the fun loving, jokester he usually tries to be. you may hear him be crass, flirtatious, or anything in between. you might even think he annoying, or just a funny pal! ♡ but despite the outward appearances of a very silly guy, haneul actually is pretty serious sweetheart! ♡ you won’t find anyone as sweet as him, or as good as a friend! he prides himself on being the bestie of dreams, lol. he is very considerate, and spends a Lot of time getting to know and remember even tiny details about those he loves!! bestie WILL find out your love language and give you exactly what you need! ♡ anyway tho, seriously, deep down he is a lot more than jokes and usually hides himself under the jokes so people like him more, and hide that good ol’ Anxiety and, well, honestly he has dealt with psychotic breaks and departures from reality ♡ speaking of, if you grew up in town haneul could be described as: that weird kid who was always trying uncover a made-up mystery. think ryan in buzzfeed unsolved and you have haneul. only, um, sometimes haneul is kinda right, like.. maybe he isn’t right about the ghost that lives in cabin 3, but he was one of the very first to grow obsessed with and start positing ideas about ilsangs mysteries ♡ sadly, though, very few choose to hear haneul out!! in fact, haneul has since learned that his more serious ““ delusions ““ should be kept secret. however, little does he know... they arent fully unreal! ♡ there are a few people he tells though, especially those in his little gang and his closest friends ♡ anyway... haneul is also a major charmer (manipulator kinda, on accident??? ok. manipulate, malewife, and manslaughter), and being bisexual he is kind of always trying to charm people. you Will be flirted with if you come within 10 miles of him... but is he serious?? ♡ an actual introvert but you’d never know it bc he is a rambly people loving boy ♡ also, haneul is CF8A in preplot 8. he’s still looking for his childhood friend who loves him, as well as their two stowaways... so if u like haneul think about it ;) ♡ anyway.. does this man interest you? wanna know more?? you can buy him here for $19.99! or just message me :3

general plot ideas

♡ roomies ♡ party friends ♡ they think hes crazy ♡ they are crazy with him ♡ college friends ♡ someone who didnt like him/who he didnt like ♡ crushes, oh my god. haneul had so many, hes a loverboy ♡ exes, esp college era but also hs. ♡ friends when they were kids ♡ an alien who is crazy about teasing him ♡ want more ideas? check out my full plots page!

noeasy intro ❀ jisung

alien: *abducts me*

me: omg huge fan thx

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