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closed starter; @yjsang​

it had been a good day at the bakery. while her classes had gone slightly longer than she’d expected them to, causing her to come in late, she was greeted with a comfortable buzz of business; nothing she can’t handle. her usual smile stuck on her face as she handed back cash and baked goods. to be truthful, most days were good for erin. she leans towards social situations, feeling more comfortable laughing with customers than anything. 

at the end of the day, customers filed out and the open sign flickered off. erin yawns, but instead of clocking out and heading home, she picks up a broom. as she sweeps the floors around the tables and chairs, she hums. it’s a song she’s heard on the radio earlier, the tune is happy, so she hums partially to herself and partially to the boy she knows remains in the back. isang is someone she studies frequently, both at yujaen and swan island; she doesn’t necessarily have a reason to, but something about him makes her put a little extra effort into interacting with him. erin begins a little, mildly corny dance with her broom as she makes her way to the door marked employees only. 

“ isang, if you want to head home, i can lock up, y’know. “ 

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yjseoks‌: 

          “ if you ever get the chance to see italy, ” jonas nodded, more to himself at anything, after erin had commented on it sounding wonderful. “ don’t pass it up. it’s beautiful. ” truthfully, he would’ve said the same of yongsa to anyone in florence; both his home to a certain degree, he found the two places to be indescribably beautiful to him in retrospect. even when neither place was kind to him at all times.

jonas tilted his head slightly after he asked erin about new york, and she began to indulge him with stories. “ because of a bad hot dog? ” he asked, mostly for a confirmation of the story that made his eyes enlarge slightly. “ i wouldn’t want to eat one, like, ever again after that…” he scrunched his nose at the mere unpleasant thought. “ how old were you, then? i think i was like, nine or ten before i started bothering my mom about making food for myself, and she insisted that we just cook together, ” he sighed.“ but i still learned to do a few things on my own. my dad was super shocked that summer when i came back here. ” his father had only noticed when he had made dinner for the both of them one night; not any of the several times prior, when a young jonas had to provide for himself somehow. 

jonas quickly shook his head from his thoughts, and tried to turn the conversation back to erin. after all, he had asked her about living in new york. “ where did you live after leaving new york? ” when the girl asked if he could speak any italian, a small chuckle fled from his mouth, and he nodded slightly. “ bella giornata oggi, vero? ” lovely weather today, isn’t it? of course, the weather wasn’t lovely at all; they wouldn’t have been stuck in a power outage otherwise.

  “ if for some reason i get an offer to go to italy, i will. actually.. haven’t eaten an american hotdog since then. “ erin ponders this, if given the chance, she probably would eat a one again. for old time’s sake, maybe. when he asks about her age, she bites her lip, racking her brain. “ i was..... er, i was 10. i think. “ she nods, that sounds right. “ that means we started cooking at the same time.  i didn’t... my mom didn’t help me, though.“ her face falls slightly, and the divulgence was dangerously close to a topic she definitely doesn’t want to discuss at the moment. not with him, not now. she clears her throat, willing her smile back. when he asks about her whereabouts after new york, her eyes light up. “ shanghai, technically- ”

  but the rest of her answer is stuck in her throat when she hears his italian, her eyes widen and her eyebrows lift. “ woah. “ whether or not it was actually that impressive- she wasn’t sure. she had no idea what he’d said; but it sounded beautiful, and she grinned. it probably only made her giddy because she was intoxicated. maybe the alcohol streaming through her was only enhancing her wonderment. either way, she remained noiseless for a moment. she studied him as if he was from another planet - a good planet. finally, she opened her mouth again. “ that’s pretty. i think i like italian- i like it how you speak it.”

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minahyj‌:

“ ah, dear erin, you see, i’m the only cute girl that you need in your life anyway. “ minah teases over at the girl, her fingers pressing against her cheeks, squishing the skin. it’s not long before she pulls her over towards the bottom bunk, a grip still on her, and sits herself down with the girl. erin was slowly becoming someone that minah considered home, she truly cared about the girl but she still found things better to be kept to herself than shared between the two. she takes the cupcake, a smile on her face, and swipes the frosting with her finger. “ this better be freshly made. “

she’s debating if she should tell erin everything that’s going on or not while she eats the cupcake - it soothes her aching sweet tooth, which is probably a side effect of her current situation, she’s thankful erin brought her one. she leans her head over on erin’s shoulder, a pout forming on her mouth while she thinks. 

“ hm ? oh i love double chocolate. “ she smiles, but her smile drops when she speaks again. “ hey, what would you do if you hooked up with some guy and well, you ended up pregnant ? “ it was a risky question but she felt the need to at least ask, even if it was something stupid.

 a chuckle escapes her lips. “ i’d never think of bringing you anything except the best, duh. “ she quickly rests minah’s head in her lap, letting her fingers run through the hair on that falls across her forehead, eyebrows furrowed. erin feels very safe with minah, to say the least, letting down a wall that she barely knows she’d put up in the first place. erin’s overall mellowness seems to mesh well with minah’s firey attitude, it’s something that erin treasures. so the fact that minah seems so uneasy bothers the younger girl. 

erin could tell minah had some kind of question on her mind, but the one she asks catches her off guard. truthfully, erin had little experience in the world of boys; she knew more about girls than anything- and pregnancy was never an issue. erin’s never even thought of anyone, save her own mother, being in that scenario, let alone her own self. she tilts her head. it’s an odd question, erin can’t think of a reason for her roomate to ask, unless.... she can’t help but squint as she looks at minah, taking in her general appearance. she doesn’t look pregnant, although, erin’s never been close to a pregnant person before, so she might not be the best judge of that. she gives herself a minute to digest the question- truthfully, erin had no clue, but she knew exactly what she wouldn’t do.

  “ honestly? i’d keep the baby, maybe try to make things work with the father. unless he’s like... an awful person. “ she pauses, biting down on her bottom lip. she’d pretty much do the exact opposite of what her mother did. “ are you.... “ another pause. “ minah, are you okay? “ 

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yjyejin‌:

[  yejin  ]  :  :DDDDDD [  yejin  ]  :  bt do u still luv me ??? owo [  yejin  ]  :  i don’t forgeeeeeeet, sometimes i just … i’m not bothered to go get food [  yejin  ]  :  i’d rather just take another nap [  yejin  ]  :  why nooOOoot?? let me fight someone!!!!! even if its just thru texts!!!!!!

( erin ): yes and i shall never stop lovin u 

( erin ): if u get up and eat i will bring cinnamon rolls home with me

( erin ): just think about that 

( erin ): and because fighting is Never the answer !!!!! ever!

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yjseoks‌:

          when erin confirmed the dish as her creation, jonas nodded. “ it’s nice. get yourself a fork, too. ” he said after motioning toward the kitchen drawers. “ yeah, italy. i lived there for a bit growing up. ” if ten years was a bit; he’d spent a great majority of his life living there. as an afterthought, he added, “ in florence. ” he listened on intently as the girl went on with a story about a previous living space, and his head tilted when she mentioned a french family owning an italian restaurant. after a moment of contemplation, he spoke. “ i guess if you specialize in making a certain food it doesn’t really matter where you’re from, ” he shrugged. “ it’s always different, though. like, my mom’s kimchi is different from my stepdad’s, even though they make it the same exact way these days. ” granted, his mom had an extra decade or so of practice in the cuisine. 

jonas took a quick drink from his bottle of water, then found himself shrugging again with her questions about italy, and a subconscious smile spread; it was still a home to him. “ of course it was nice. i loved it there. it’s been a little bit since i went back. ” he had no clear reason to be telling the other such, but jonas never could quite help himself from accidental oversharing when it came to being asked about his former home. “ the same kind of food you eat here, i suppose, just, more italian and sans the alfredo… ” jonas chuckled, “ but that’s just because i still had my mom making korean dishes. my stepdad owns a deli shop, so sandwiches were a common occurrence. for me, at least. what about new york? is it hot dogs and american pizza like all the movies say? ”

    a grin plays on her lips as she watches him talk of his home. she moves towards the drawer and retrieves a fork for herself, but her eyes stay glued to him. she nods in agreement at his statement about food being different. she was willing her mind to stay focused on the subject at hand, not to go off on another rant about food like her mind was willing her to. “ i think you’re right, because- well, my family’s chinese, so i didn’t really eat kimchi until i came here- but when i do dishes from other places it’s different. “ 

   she nods thoughtfully, her eyes averting to the ceiling as she mulls over this. what “ more italian “ means, she’s not completely sure in the moment. her knowledge of italian culture is mostly limited to food and those long river boat thingies she saw in movies sometimes. of course, she imagines there’s a bit more to it than that. judging by the way he smiles when he talks of it, she’s willing to bet there’s a lot more. “ it sounds wonderful. “ she can’t help but feel a bit of jealousy as he mentions his parents cooking, and she sighs when he asks about her own home. “ well. “ she does her best to collect her thoughts, but every sentence she thinks to say is oversharing or something embarrassingly stupid- not that she doesn’t overshare and say embarrassing things while sober, but she’s truly trying her best to be a good conversationalist.

 “  i was, like, little when i left.. but i think so! “ she grins. “   i remember eating hot dogs an’ crap on saturdays.. my dad used to let me eat whatever i wanted. one time i ate a bad one. i got so sick i had to take school off. “ she laughs to herself, eyes now on the floor as her voice quiets a bit. “ that’s when i started cooking for myself. i’m good at italian food, thanks to the lady downstairs. “ she stops for a second, mostly to regroup, but she gasps under her breath as she comes to an apparently shocking realization. “ wait. do you speak any italian? “ 

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yjhnl‌:

( hansol ): wasn’t it obvious? i always listen

( hansol ): give me ur aunts number and i’ll tell her i’m ur fiance and you aren’t going to leave any time soon

( hansol ): that’ll get her to pull the hounds back

( hansol ): at least, it will for a lil while

( hansol ): it’s not like she can force you to leave, anyway

( hansol ): our little erin is staying!!

( hansol ): hehe i’ll tune in next week too

( erin ): bub :( 

( erin ): i mean this in the nicest way 

( erin ): thats an insane idea 

( erin ):   youre an angel ? would you actually ???

( erin ): i am staying >:(  even if i have to cut all my hair off and change my name and avoid all phones for the rest of my life 

( erin ): thats probably   dramatic but if the situation gets to that point u can find me living as Nutella Danger 

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yjchaerin‌:

        for the past week, rina has been getting more gigs than usual, in which she’s so thankful for, but more works would also mean lest time for her to play, or rest. lately she’s only been in her room, likes to pamper herself by having some me time alone. she either sleeps for hours or is up watching whatever she could find on netflix, and the cycle goes on and on. one would think rina is a friendly person due to her job, knowing how often she tends to pay attention to her fans on social media. but sometimes it’s hard being popular, because rina knows how it’s exhausting it is to be in the presence of others, and sometimes she just wants to lock herself in her room to avoid talking to people for the whole week. perks of staying in a share house, there’s always people around, and as much as she hates living alone, sometimes she wishes the people in this house to just ignore the fact that she exists. 

        she has just gotten out of shower when she hears the knock, wonders if her roommate doesn’t bring the keys with her or if it’s someone else. honestly she’s not in the mood to be involved with people right now, but after giving a thought, rina goes to open the door, only to find erin standing in front of her. a smile appears almost instantly upon seeing the girl, and suddenly she doesn’t mind having a company for now. “hey, babe,” she greets erin, probably looks a little too excited. “my roommate’s not here and you’re the only person i won’t yell at, so come in. what did you bring with you?” she asks, stepping aside so that erin can come into her room. meeting erin reminds her of los angeles all over again, but in a good way of course. it’s crazy how fate brings them together in yujaen, and rina couldn’t be happier to find out that her childhood friend is also living in the same place as hers now.

    “ hi! “ erin buzzes with her own excitement as the door opens; rina’s face seems to get prettier each time she sees her. when erin had first seen her at yujaen, she almost didn’t recognize her. she seemed so different than what erin’s foggy mind remembers. but, then again, the summers of wandering around los angeles with rina seemed lifetimes ago. erin was willing to bet she seemed a bit different as well.  “ i brought you some stuff from the bakery. and some candy. “ she hands the small pink box to rina, a rather sheepish smile on her face- like a child giving a gift to their favorite teacher.   “ i don’t mean to intrude, i probably should have called- i just haven’t seen you around, and i figured you might like these. “ she smiles brightly, gesturing to the brownies in the box, shrugging a little as she takes in the room she now stands in. it suits rina. her eyes land back on the girl, and she studies her- erin can see the look in her eyes, it’s a look she sees often-  she’s tired. she smiles warmly. 

  “ how’re you feeling? “ erin instinctively places the back of her hand on rina’s forehead, checking for a temperature. it’s habit, she finds herself doing it to people who don’t even look sick in the least. maybe its her version of a hug and checking everyone to make sure they don’t have fevers is erin’s love language. “ you look sleepy, bub. “ 

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yjhnl‌:

( hansol ): you didn’t need to say sorry in the first place

( hansol ): i was only teasing you 

( hansol ): so go on then, spill the beans

( hansol ): i’m listening ❤

( erin ): ._.

( erin ): oh

( erin ): youre actually listening    oh 

( erin ): well basically my aunt wants me back home 

( erin ): Now and she’s sending all of her mf Hounds after me and all of her fancy cool shitty ladies keep trying to set me up with their cool shitty fancy sons but i dont want to go back ?? at all!!!!!! and  i keep getting messages from people, that, mind you, i dont even know !!  and they’re trying encouraging me to go back n i just dont need this right Now .

( erin ): so you can see why im a little upset 

( erin ): thank u for coming to my TED talk nest week ill be discussing biscotti 

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yjseoks‌:

jonas: i’m getting some rly mixed signals here jonas: please don’t cry???? jonas: tf is going on??

( erin ): a lot but

( erin ):  when is something not going on with me 

( erin ): im Sorry dhifbj

( erin ): it was an accident that was for. someone Else

( erin ): not u ;;

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   ( closed; @yjwoos​ ) 

embarrassment is not the word for how erin feels seconds after realizing she’s sent the text to the wrong person. it’s even worse when she realizes she’s sent it to jinwoo of all people. well, definitely not the first text she’d had in mind to send to him, and it’s become evident to erin first impressions aren’t her strong point. the anger she’d first felt when she sent the mildly rude text was now accompanied by pure mortification, and she wishes for a time machine more than anything right about now.

seated on one of the wrap-around couches on the rooftop, she’s beet red and her heart beats much faster than normal as she responds to jinwoo’s messages; thankfully he doesn’t seem upset, she wouldn’t know what to do if that would have been the case. when he offers to keep her company, erin’s more than happy to accept. whether or not she plans to explain the texts to jinwoo, she’d like to be in his company. truthfully, she’s never been good at confrontation, which is probably why she opted for a text instead of meeting whoever the text was intended for face to face . confrontation usually only ends up in a good cry on her part. for the time being, though, she holds back any potential tears as she awaits the arrival of jinwoo. 

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minahyj·:

recently, minah had found herself falling apart - to an extent. it wasn’t intentional, she tries telling herself that, but it was inevitable. stress and life had pilled on top of her like rocks, and she was crushed underneath everything. she was lucky she’d finished up final exams recently, that was one less thing to deal with. but she still had to find a way to tell her grandparents about her situation, and to put it short - she was fucked. that, she thinks, is the common cause of her stress.

she finds herself walking on pebbles in the house she called her home at the moment, tiptoeing around as many people as she could; holding herself together in case she snapped at them or broke down entirely. she hides it as well as she can, a layer of mascara and lipstick in front of a camera keeps her sane. she’s trying not to lose her fucking self. truthfully even the people that watch her eat on a camera don’t even know what she’s going through, she’s thankful for that - they pay her bills.

minah hasn’t even told erin, her roommate, someone she trusts and holds dear to her heart. she wonders if she’ll ever tell anyone, maybe she’ll do what her own mother did and run away from her life in south korea to start fresh somewhere else. probably not though, that may be a bad idea. when she hears the bedroom door open, she’s cleaning up from her stream today, aching in her hips from sitting on the floor with just a pillow supporting her lower back. 

“ hi erin, ” she grins, tuning to her roommate. her grin, however, drops when she sees the state erin’s in. “ come here, angel. “ she opens her arms wide, a hug open, but she doesn’t wait for erin to walk into her, she walks instead. the hug is soft, gentle, and warm. something minah prides herself in, when she’s in the hugging move that is. “ how was work ? meet any cute boys ? “ she teases, wiggling her eyebrows over when the question is asked.

erin almost allows herself to break down completely as the older girl engulfs her in a hug, sighing heavily and a quiet whine, which is more of a plea for a bed. the day’s troubles are almost piling up and proving too stressful for her. of course, in retrospect, they paled in comparison to the other’s. she snorts at the question, presenting her gift to minah. “ all the cute boys- “ she stops, giving her a pointed look “ and girls- are in hibernation. you’re the only one left. i got you a cupcake. “

she offers a smile with her extended hand- a rather tired one, but it’s genuine, at least. it would be a lie to say sometimes erin didn’t get tired of trying to be all things to all people- it was draining, at the end of the day. her cheeks hurt sometimes from faking smiles so much. but, oddly enough, she never quite tires of minah.

it’d be a lie to say erin can’t tell something was up with minah- she knows her too well to not notice something is causing the girl even more stress and giving her more of an edge than usual- but if erin knows anything about minah, she knows not to pressure her to do something she didn’t want to do. so she waits. she’s confident that if it’s important, minah’ll spill the beans eventually. “ please say you like double chocolate cupcakes- i have others, but this was the prettiest one. “

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yjyejin·:

[  yejin  ]  :  : //// [  yejin  ]  :  but the fridge … is so far away ……. who will go eat that kimchi ? not me ….. [  yejin  ]  :  i’m too comfy here [  yejin  ]  :  DDDDDD: [  yejin  ]  :  ok fair enough i can’t be bothered exerting that much energy on someone anyway [  yejin  ]  :  i will just text them very angrily, that’s ok right???

( erin ): yej

( erin ):  seriously you

( erin ): i have no words for you 

( erin ): at all just please dont forget to eat 

( erin ):  yes you could do that but no you will not 

( erin ): bc youll be too busy eating the food i slaved over for u 

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yjwoos·:

jinwoo: don’t worry about it, you have your reasons to be upset, even if it wasn’t supposed to be directed towards me.

jinwoo: where are you atm?

jinwoo: i’ll come to you.

( erin ): im on the rooftop 

( erin ): im sorry i dont wanna bother u 

( erin ):  rlly :^)

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julianyj·:

[   outgoing text   ]   →   erin.

julian: well that was a scary text to get  julian: who got you this riled up ??

( erin ): honestly

( erin ): i got myself riled up 

( erin ): pizzahut wont stop texting me about their deals like its literally every 4 minutes 

( erin):  im losing my mind ??? 

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minahyj·:

[ minah ]: just wanted to get your opinion on these selfies but okay :( [ minah ]: which weird creep keeps messaging you [ minah ]: i protecc, i attacc, but most importantly i luvs erin bacc [ minah ]: did that makes sense idk

( erin ): all of your selfies are fine bab

( erin ): youve never had a bad one . ever

( erin ): the weird creep i call  a Cousin is annoying the h*ck out of me 

( erin ): wanna cry kinda 

( erin ): but thas not important 

( erin ): how are u holding up  my luv

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yjyejin·:

[  yejin  ]  :  okkkk [  yejin  ]  :  but if someone’s bothering u just lmk & i’ll beat em up!!!!! [  yejin  ]  :  or i will hire someone to beat them up on my behalf [  yejin  ]  :  i’m fineeeee [  yejin  ]  :  i ate some crackers for lunch does that count?

( erin ): that literally doesnt count in the least

( erin ): eat something with substance. 

( erin ): i made kimchi. its in the fridge . eat it 

( erin ): there will be no, and i cant stress this enough, NO beating anyone up