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[lovehypnoses]

As she leans on the counter, Yirang's calculating just how much money she's spent in the last 48 hours and how many shifts she'd have to pick up to make up for it. Lunch at the airport, the train to Daegu and the taxi to her grandparents' place-- she's 90% sure she was ripped off-- and the 30-cm long receipt for necessities she'd picked up at the grocery store.

Yeah, she's seriously gotta start recouping her losses.

Her 1 hour old job at Wangto doesn't seem half-bad, either. She's been spacing out for the past 15 minutes, her coworker having stepped out for a smoke break. An easy $12 earned so far- nevermind that the only thing she just barely knows to do is how to work the register.

A customer bustles into the store, and Yirang straightens up, smiling at them as she tries to remember if the store had a greeting of any kind. He beats her to the punch, though, with a garbled sentence. Greeting? Question? "I'm sorry, I didn't catch that." Brows come together in confusion. "It's my first day, soz." Gestures to her DIY tag, and then herself. "What do you need, again?" Back to the million-watt customer service smile.

fourth string ft. @lovehypnoses w/ yirang

if jinam wanted to crawl under a rock while walking through the mall on a normal day, what long lasting trauma would this experience have on him ? he had an old ukulele slung haphazardly over his back, varnish coating chipped and the wood worn down, clearly showing signs of heavy use over an extended period.

it was a dumb little hobby he'd picked up over the years, learned from his father who'd learned it from his father; the original person the ukulele jinam now carried belonged to. he was rather skilled, but it was never really something he told people about. it just seemed like such am embarrassing conversation piece. who the hell likes the guy who whips out a ukulele everywhere ?

still, when the bottom string of the instrument had snapped while he was tuning it, he knew it would bother him if he didn't get it restrung. he hadn't had to perform such maintenance in years, so he was a bit ignorant to what he needed exactly. as he awkwardly bounds into wangto records, he sees a girl at the sales counter. ever reluctant about human interaction, he approaches cautiously while retrieving the ukulele from behind his back. "doyouknowherethestringsare ??" he mumbles, his request mostly unintelligible from the speed at which it flew at the other.

[lovehypnoses]

Let it be known Jung Yirang is the world's single most stubborn person.

She's rarely ever disagreeable, but the few occasions she finds herself friction against the flow, everything comes to a screeching halt. An immovable object, against what she finds is usually an eventually stoppable force.

She never does what she doesn't want to, and she simply doesn't want to be playing damsel in distress in the lap of some random. So she holds her ground, sitting impressively pretty with arms twisted around the railings behind her to keep herself steady.

Disco pang pang operator 0, Yirang 2, and she intends to come off the ride with a landslide victory.

The ride slows to a halt, and the passengers wobble off in varying degrees, some with arms around new acquaintances. Yirang only grins and gives a thumbs up in the direction of the operator, who throws their arms up in exasperation. She gestures to be allowed on for one more round with a grin, and if the operator could look any more exasperated, they would; but they simply walk out.

The next batch of victims start milling onto the ride, and she watches them take hesitant seats next to each other. Someone takes the one next to her, and she leans into them, eyes sparkling with unbridled mischief. A girl's gotta have her fun, right?

"Y'wanna play a game?" Without waiting for a reply, she barrels on, gesturing to the people sat diagonally from them. "I bet those two are totally gonna be set up. The ride operator's been totally itching to play Cupid this whole time." With her, too, admittedly, but Yirang's sure they've given up. Third time being the charm and all that.

UP'S THE ONLY DIRECTION I SEE. with ♡, for @yourvanity's yichan.

[lovehypnoses]

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