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Ahn Heeyeon - or Hani, as she prefers - was born into what most would consider an average family. Hani had a mother and a father who raised her to be kind to every living thing and to never judge a book by its cover, and an older brother who was both parts loving and annoying. Hani went to a public school for most of her life where she made many friends and rose to the top of the social status. She had everything anyone could ever want - a family, friends, and most important, love. However, Hani didn't consider her life average. If anything, she considered her life to be quite perfect, maybe even magical.
As a little girl, every night, before little Heeyeon went to sleep, her mother and her father would take turns reading bedtime stories to her. Tales of maidens being saved by knights in shining armor and stories of a Prince Charming dancing the night away with the lovely princess filled her dreams every single night. When her mother first read her the tale of Cinderella and her glass slippers, she ran around her home all day in her favorite Cinderella costume, waving a blue plastic wand in her tiny fingers, pretending to turn her dog into white stallions to take her to the ball. It were these memories that filled her childhood with happiness and joy, despite her less than magical reality.
However, Hani's fairytale ended as quickly as you could close a book.
One day, when Hani was sixteen, she had gotten the traumatic phone call after she had gotten home from school that would change her life forever: both her mother and father were tragically killed on Flight 2647 to America. The day before, her brother was murdered, with an unknown killer and less than sufficient evidence. Even now, Hani remembers stumbling up to her room and hugging all of her fairytale books to her chest, turning away so as not to stain the yellowed pages with tears. Holding those books was like holding her parents close to her chest again. The months after her parents' and brother's death flew by in a grey blur, full of relatives denying custody for Hani and lonely nights where she would read to herself in the dark. Her perfect grades started to slip and Hani barely managed to graduate senior year, and with no motivation left in her, she did not attend college and instead decided to spend the rest of her life surrounded by the things she loved the most - books. To pay for rent and support for herself, Hani now works as a part-time librarian and reads to kids anywhere and everywhere. In doing this, Hani can keep a part of her childhood alive, and spread her parents' legacy as well.
PLOT NO.1 // HELLO AGAIN ( FREE ; M ) - the days after my parents and my brother's death are painful memories that i long to forget, for all i did for the past few months were cry and mourn. however, there was this one ray of sunshine in my otherwise cloudy world - my brother's best friend. you understood my pain because you were grieving too, and you always selflessly offered your shoulder for me to cry on. for the first time in forever, i felt comfortable with someone other than my fairytales. but, seeing you also meant seeing my brother; you two were too alike that it physically hurt just looking at you. denying my feelings for you cut a fresh wound into my heart, but i had to cut off ties with you for the pain was just too much to handle. now here we are, six years later, stumbling into each other at the place we first met.
PLOT NO.2 // CINDERELLY ( FREE ; M ) - to be honest, as much as i love reading to the kids in the neighborhood and spending time shelving books in the library, i needed time for myself for once. this fueled me to put on more than a few coats of red lipstick and a tight fitting red dress, then go out late at night to dance the night away at the nearest club. i don't remember much that night - probably due to the multiple shots of vodka i had - but i do remember dancing with a mysterious, handsome man. he held me securely in his arms and slow danced with me despite the heavy bass drowning out any other sounds. with him, i have to admit - my heart beat quicker than normal. i had to leave him in a hurry, though; i had work the next day. i couldn't even tell him my name. little did i know that he would find me the next day with only a picture of us and the same beating heart.
PLOT NO.3 // 12:01 ( FREE ; M ) - i often work overtime at the library, just to earn some extra money. and for some reason, you do, too. as the newest employee to the library, you're still getting used to the routines done and you still need a little help getting around. i found it strange that you always looked towards me to help you, but i never minded that. in fact, i found it kind of cute, the way you seemed to stick by my side or watch me when i read to the kids at the neighborhood. but, one particularly late night, all i remember is seeing the clock just turning 12:01 A.M. then, in the blink of an eye, opening my eyes to see the clock at 6:37 A.M. with me in your arms and watching me with intent and loving eyes. what happened that night... and why is my heart beating faster each minute?
hello there, you've reached the end of this profile. my timezone is gmt - 6. i'm usually online almost all week, but i'm more active on the weekends or when there's a school holiday i.e. spring break, national holidays, etc. please don't trust that bright red *online! sign - i tend to fall asleep before logging out so i look like i'm online literally all night. if i ever forget to reply to you, give me one to two days. if i don't reply by then, feel free to poke me a couple times to get my attention. as for my pov preferences, i do both detailed first and third. i mirror whatever you do - if you have a different writing style, i won't be able to mirror that, sorry - but i prefer either multi-para or para.