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rkxsungwoon‌:

for the record, he would rather be anywhere but here.

caffeine is a bad habit. caffeine is a really bad habit, and sungwoon hates the fact that he’s literally unable to function without it in his system. his brain just refuses to work without his morning coffee. sometimes his body doesn’t want to work either. really, he’s aware starbucks has him shackled by the throat and he should probably work on escaping their clutches, but when he tries, he just ends up in an unfamiliar coffee shop in desperation anyway, itching to get his americano and feel like a human again.

the line is slow moving and sungwoon is a little impatient. his time isn’t exactly his to waste anymore. being on the mgas means everything happens quickly. sungwoon’s gotten used to living a fast-paced life, and anything less than go, go, go, full speed ahead feels like the world has come to a standstill around him. still, he knows his impatience is going to amount to nothing (even if he does have practice to get to after this), so he tries not to tap his foot too much while inching closer to the counter. idly, he observes the person in front of him gesturing wildly, deep in conversation, and thinks she’s going to hurt herself if she keeps doing—

thwack!

—that. except she doesn’t hit herself but punches him squarely in the face instead. sungwoon doubles over, clutching his nose and letting out a low moan of pain. what the ever loving FUCK, he wants to cry. “ow,” he says pointedly, but the sharpness of his tone is kind of lost through his fingers. hesitating, sungwoon probes the side of his nose and yelps in pain. shit, shit, this actually hurts like a motherfucker. he can feel something sticky and warm drip out of his nose too, and straightens up to look at the stranger with narrowed eyes. “you tell me,” he says thickly. his face looks like a warzone.

a thought strikes him as he wipes the blood with the back of his hand, wincing in pain. what is—”oh hell, it’s not broken, is it?” anger turns into worry and desperation as he begs the stranger for an answer. “please tell me you did not break my nose.”

it’s not one of her finest moments — and while she’d like to say there’ve been worse, as she racks her brain now she seems to come up flat. jihyo watches helplessly, trying her best not to wince both at the pointedness of the other’s words and at how terrible the whole situation is. “i’m so, so sorry ...” her voice barely makes it above a whisper, hand against her mouth muffling the strained apology. she wants to cry now, and has a full mind to pay for whatever coffee he’s getting, plus an additional array of i’m sorry cookies and cakes ( and, you know — the medical damages too, of course ! ).

but then his anger seems to melt into panic, which, in turn, just makes jihyo panic even more. “oh, oh — !” is all she can muster in a frantic reply, eyebrows knitting as she brings her head up to his blood-dipped face and stares at it with further examination. it’s not broken — though to be fair, that is judging from her lack of sound medical opinion — but it is bloodied quite badly. she fights the urge to whimper again. “it ... it doesn’t seem broken, i—” she near cringes at her hesitant words. “i don’t think it is, but you should probably ... probably sit down or something, oh ..”

bringing the other’s frame alongside her out of the now curious and wondering queue of people, one sweet smile and pitiful glance is all it takes and jihyo has herself a new table, seating the other down and raising her hand to cup the other’s chin once again. “here ..” grabbing a shit ton of tissue and folding it up as meticulously as she can, a brief cringe flashes across her face before she’s bringing it up to the male’s features, dabbing at the blood as softly as she can. “this is just to get rid of some of the b—” the word itself makes her cringe instead, and jihyo falls silent once more, intent on merely getting rid of most of the crimson stain.

when he’s near cleared up, the boy’s facial expressions appear more evident to her, and the more she stares the more familiar the other begins to look. it’s on the tip of her tongue, and yet it evades her at the same time; jihyo can only stare at the other for a few beats longer before piping up, because where are her manners, really. “i’m, i’m jihyo, by the way ...” she remarks shyly, uncharacteristic of the other’s perpetual bubbliness. “i’m sorry to ask but — i’ve seen you before, haven’t i ? school, or work, or ...”

and then it hits her. oh, shit.

“t— tv !” for a moment the tissues are abandoned jihyo finally squeals, awestruck and excited and terrified at the same time; the one moment she bumps into an mga contestant, she literally. bumps. her fist into his nose. nicely done. “you’re on the mgas, i— i’m such a fan ! and oh my god, and .. and oh my god, i’m so, so sorry !”

hit me baby (one more time) !

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                    ❛ i’ve got so much SOUL                                         inside my BONES ! ❜ / jihyo . mp3   

                    i. vagabond  wolfmother                                 oh i’ll tell you everything about being free !                                 yes, i can see you girl, can you see me ?

                    ii. let’s go  khalid                                 can you feel this energy ? this is the s t a r t of something great !                                 we might be a little late – hey, but at least we’re on our way !

                    iii. give yourself a try  the 1975                                 when your vinyl and your coffee collection is a sign of the times                                 you’re getting ( spiritually ) enlightened at 29 – so just give yourself a try !

                    iv. girl almighty  one direction                                 let’s have another toast to the g i r l  a l m i g h t y !                                 let’s pray we stay young, stay made of lightning !

                    v. ultralife  oh wonder                                 blood r u n n i n’ in my veins – i’ve never been here before                                 and i’ve got love falling like the r a i n, i never could’ve asked for more !

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hello sunshine! this is some anon love being sent your way. you're wonderful, your muse is beautiful, and your writing is a blessing to this directory. keep it coming, love <3

oh, angel — this is the sweetest thing !! dunno what i’ve done to deserve this but aaa thank you, thank you, im warm n happy

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rkyuqi‌:

for a moment, yuqi stands frozen, a million thoughts racing through her mind. her gaze meets jihyo’s, her lips forming a subtle smile that makes her relief all too obvious. she almost wants to fall into the older girl’s arms, apologizing for the thousandth time about just how difficult it can be to date her. she refrains, however, wanting to enjoy the moment for what it is, now that she sees that jihyo isn’t opposed to seeing her. it’s the first step towards progress, but, mostly, yuqi’s just grateful to see the person that she cares for the most on her special day.

before yuqi’s able to speak, jihyo interrupts the silence with a question of her own, and yuqi’d be lying to say that it didn’t catch her off guard. she blinks, hesitating for a moment as her heartbeat continues to quicken in her chest. “i —” she pauses, gaze momentarily falling to the bouquet in her hands before returning to meet jihyo’s. “i don’t care even if they did see me come up. this is more important to me right now, okay?”

she enters her girlfriend’s apartment, not wanting to linger outside any longer than she has to (despite her attempt at seeming brave, the fear still plagues her). there’s so much that she wants to say, so much that she planned to say — yet, now that she’s here and the moment is real, she finds herself at a total loss for words. what even is there to say? how many different ways to say sorry is she expected to find?

yuqi sucks in a deep breath, biting down on her lower lip before finally speaking up. “i know that this is probably the last thing you want to hear right now, but… i really am sorry for how the other night went. and i… i think it’s safe to say that i’ve spent about half my time since then thinking about just how guilty and shitty i’ve felt? so, yeah, i obviously still have a lot of things that i need to work on, but…” she pauses, hesitating for the nth time that day. “i want to work on them, because you really are worth that much to me, okay? like… i don’t know, jihyo, you’re just… really fucking special. i don’t know if you feel the same way after what happened, but… i had to at least tell you that, you know?” a short moment passes before she’s handing the bouquet of flower’s in jihyo’s direction, her smile growing slightly in intensity. “happy birthday, babe.” please take them.

for a chatty girl like her jihyo finds herself absolutely speechless. she stares at yuqi with wide eyes and a pounding, ferocious heartbeat; it’s not unlike yuqi to be romantic, but to be so in semi public is what comes as a shock, especially given the reason they aren’t on the best of terms due to that very reason exactly. and as much as she feels for the other, how much happier yuqi can make her than anyone else she’s known, the shitty side of the stick is that yuqi can make her sadder than anyone, too — something she wishes she could avoid altogether.

a cautious “okay ...” is all she can softly manage at first, trying to ignore how right she thinks it feels seeing the younger girl in her apartment, refusing to take evident notice of the beautiful array of flowers just yet. they look rather awkward standing there, two girls by the doorway near palpable tension — jihyo feels as if she’s letting in a giant intake of breath which refuses to be exhaled out, and every word she wants to say and every action she wants to do towards the other seems just as stuck in her throat. these past few days she’s wanted nothing more than to talk to someone about their fight, but at the end of the day she’s had the annoying realization that there’s nobody, nobody she’d want to talk about it with more than yuqi herself ( so much for no attachments, she chides herself quietly ).

her girlfriend’s words have her mind quieted down for a moment, and as the other stumbles across her apology jihyo bites down on her lower lip, refusing to meet her straight in the eye as she speaks. there’s hesitation and fear that laces yuqi’s tone, and jihyo has to resist the urge to pull the other into her arms and never let go. but she keeps face, longing and hurt and sadness and exhaustion continuing their restless war in the pit of her stomach. she calls her special, and it hurts and heals all at the same time.

then yuqi’s handing her the flowers, calls her babe, too, and once again jihyo finds that no words can leave her mouth — but the exhale ( finally ) does, worn and hesitant still. fingers come to reach for the flowers, wrapping around them delicately as if one wrong move and they would break ( how fitting ), and jihyo brings them to her nose for a sniff. they’re beautiful — she’s beautiful — but a part of her, the part she usually pays no mind to, begins to warn her of her own safety; for the first time, she considers listening. “thank you ...” her voice is barely above a whisper, ghost of a smile flickering across her face before it subsequently fades. “i ...” begins jihyo, swallowing the lump in her throat before continuing. “i want this to work, yuqi, i do, but ...” her tongue runs over her bottom lip, nervous in confrontation, her usual upbeat, bright persona now uncharacteristically frail. “i came out when i was younger just so i wouldn’t have to hide anymore — and i so, so like you, i just—” brave feet take steps forward, bridging the gap between her and the other little by little. “it’s like what i asked before, after that dinner, are— are you, are we ever going to be actually free ?” will i ever actually get to let the world know what you mean to me ?

again.

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she’s never been the type to sing, especially around other people; dancing was something she’d always been comfortable with, but singing was a different story entirely, her voice she only ( rarely ) shared with those close to her. nerves, however, are the last thing on her mind tonight, giddiness nullifying any other negative sensation as she sneaks a grin at the older girl beside her. “unnie !” hiding her face behind one of her hands, jihyo shakes her head, a rosy tint filling her cheeks as she nudges the other playfully. “if anyone should be giving out free concerts here, it’s most definitely you.”

there’s no mistaking the fondness in the younger girl’s tone, the way her eyes practically sparkle and soften when around nayeon; some might say first love never dies, but for jihyo there’s nothing but mere affection for the other in the most platonic way possible. “i missed this, you know.” her tone rings with sincere warmth, and she loops her arm around the other without thought before laughing again. “i’ll do my best to keep a straight face; it won’t be likely, but know i tried !”

the building is in site, brightly lit and drawing attention to itself with no difficulty, and jihyo’s pace quickens all the more, excitement surging through her as she tugs the other forward, too. “do we have a set list planned for tonight ?” she inquires, sharing a glance with nayeon with a grin. “or shall we just surprise each other ?”

˙ ˖✶ high notes. ❜

( w. @jihycrk ).

“it’s been ages since i’ve gone to a noraebang,” she can’t help the lightness that laces her tone, a clear grin on her lips in anticipation. really, nayeon would have never thought the idea of karaoke would get her this thrilled, but here she was, shifting her weight back and forth on foot like a child. though not something she’d focused on the most, singing was always fun, and she liked to think she had a pretty voice at its best. “but i think i’m most excited because i get a free concert from you.”

her words have a gentle, playful edge to them, shoulder nudging her shorters companions with little force. it wasn’t all too often she’d hear jihyo sing, whether it be because nayeon just wasn’t around when she did or because they were always busy doing other things. maybe that was in part as to why nayeon had suggested karaoke in the first place— for a nice break from regular life, at least for an hour or two, singing their little hearts out.

she gives a little skip, head turning to look towards the other girl, their destination getting closer as they walked. “don’t laugh when i do my warm-ups, no matter how badly you want to.”

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rkhseok‌:

     hongseok wondered the possibility of him gaining the ability to become invisible. if he remained still, his entire body would blend into the floor and the pretty woman wouldn’t realize he just tripped and fell. a part of him kept begging some higher power to take pity on him and give into his wishes. 

    sadly, his wishes were not granted and she realized he was there. the hand on his face took him by surprise and if he wasn’t already terrified of what stupid thing he’d do next, he surprisingly remained still. 

     he doesn’t fight her when she helps him up. he doesn’t know what to say. he just stared at her like he was in a trance. when she says “you’re perfect”, he had to stop himself from saying she was. 

    yang hongseok, don’t say anything stupid. think very carefully about what you’re going to say next, he told himself, hoping and praying he actually managed to get out of this without saying something stupid.

    he held onto his bag when it was handed to him, opening his mouth to say something, but nothing came out. he closed it before trying one more time. he was certain he looked like an idiot opening and closing his mouth. he cleared his throat, “uh, no. not long. i’ve waited longer trying to go to the bathroom.”

   why… why are you so stupid, he questioned himself. he really wanted to know.

he seems a little dazed, and jihyo wonders if he’d managed to hit himself harder than she’d thought. but when he recovers — and says something funny, too ! — she beams brightly in his direction, light laughter escaping as she shoves his shoulder playfully. “i’m glad to hear you haven’t had to wait very long !” the girl exclaims, though her smile grows a bit more sheepish in nature. “i just got so caught up in it ... dancing can do that to a person, you know what i mean ? just ...” moving from one foot to the next, she does a little dance in place, though is quick to settle back in her position with a bashful giggle. “you get it, i’m sure !”

realizing she’s forgotten her manners, her eyes widen for a split second before she has her one hand outstretched, grabbing the other’s in a firm but jovial shake. “i’m jihyo, by the way ! jihyo, or ji, j, whatever.” she rattles off the nicknames with ease, expression bright and friendly as always. “it’s really nice to meet you !”

“i’m studying choreography here, have been for the past ... two years, ish ? a little bit longer. here, let me get your things !” offering to help the other is the least she can do — especially after his little moment — and jihyo takes the bag off of him almost as soon as she’s given it, slinging it over her shoulder easily and tugging on the hand that’s still in hers to welcome him into the brightly lit studio.

jihyo puts the bag down beside her own, and she sneaks a glance at the other in curiosity. “what’s your major ? i don’t think i’ve seen you around much before — and i like to think i know everybody.” the girl professes. "... but you don’t have to answer all those questions ! silly me, i forgot you’re here to practice, too !”

{ what a fool` }

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rkdongmin‌:

( ✉ .. ⇢ 밀크티누나 )      ˟ : i’m offended that you don’t think I’M his favorite       ˟ : my smol spiky child       ˟ : okok i’ll await ur arrival! ^^ 

he putters around his apartment, doing some last minute cleaning – there isn’t much cleaning for him to do, considering he usually stress cleans and he’s always stressed nowadays, but he has some last minute dishes to clean and some empty water bottles to throw out – before he realizes he has absolutely nothing to do, once again. he’s sure she’s not going to be there too soon so he hurriedly goes to wash his face and do his skincare and change into something that doesn’t make it look like he had literally rolled out of bed five minutes ago. 

(he hadn’t, because despite the heat and the summer break, dongmin was still inherently a morning person.) 

the doorbell rings as he’s pulling out his plethora (i.e. 3 different types) of ramyeon onto his kitchen counter, having just finished putting water into the kettle for it to boil and he hurries to the door with a bright smile on his face, his eyes curving into crescents when he glances at the screen showing who was at his door. 

“nuna~” he chirps happily, squeaking as she pulls him down to kiss him on the cheeks – and they flush, because despite having known her for a while and experiencing this a few times, he’s still not used to it – and hugs her back before he closes the door and locks it. “wow, i can’t believe i invited you over and offered my limited supply of food to you and all you care about is haru?”

dongmin is just adorable, and jihyo is just always so very fond, especially when she feels the other’s arms wrap around her much tinier frame. but his next words have her snorting in spite of herself. “limited supply ? what happened to the meal fit for kings ?” she counters, though her eyes continue to scan the area for the boy’s spiky companion. “oh, shush ! don’t whine, minnie, you know i care for you most, i do !” she chides, leaning forward to ruffle dongmin’s hair with reckless abandon. “it’s just that haru, on the other hand, seems to like me better ! and sometimes i just want to feel loved !”

any other attempt at a melodramatic rant is interrupted by her own squeal, having already spotted the other’s smaller friend. “haru !!” if jihyo had been excited just moments ago, nothing compared to the ear splitting grin on her face now, practically stumbling over herself in order to meet the little creature with her overflowing amount of affection. “oh, baby, you’re so beautiful !” the girl croons. “has dongminnie been feeding you well ? you know if he hasn’t you can just stay with me !”

( she’s joking, of course. partly. )

shifting her gaze back on the actual owner of the house, jihyo’s features soften, walking over to the kitchen counter to examine its contents before looking over at the boy once again. “anything i can do to help with the food ?” as she speaks, her stomach rumbles in hunger, and she realizes that in the middle of watering her plants and, well, nothing else in particular, she’d forgotten to sneak in a quick meal. oops. turns out dongmin was her actual lifesaver. “do you have the super spicy kinds, too ? the one that’ll burn our faces off ? you know i love those !”

˟ death by shin ramyeon

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bangchanrk‌:

chan visibly shudders despite the windows being open and a warm summer breeze rolls in. he can’t imagine himself working in a flower shop for that long. he loves flowers, the planting, the watering, and the growing. but until he’s old? no, no; he’s got future plans that he will hopefully accomplish one day. a future kpop idol. someday. “i just wanna stay young forever, noona.”

“a distraction, yes. a pretty one, but also a paying one. his words, not mine.” chan puts his hand out the window to feel the wind passing by. he looks at jihyo with a raised brow. “a loyalty program? hmmm, that’d be an interesting concept for our shop. i’ll put in a good word for it.” chan snorts in laughter and shakes his head. “hey, hey, i could rival you too! i buy flowers there all the time. except i already get a worker’s discount so i guess it’s not the same…”

he beams and eagerly nods his head. “yeah from moana! but i think i got the lyrics wrong anyways… but it’s the thought that counts. same feeling.” he hums along to the next song that’s on his playlist, some maroon 5 song that gets him bobbing his head to the beat. “don’t worry, we’ll take lots of pictures! i’ll be one of the many likes on your photos.”

chan’s eyebrows raise at the sudden question. he almost thought this was going to turn into a serious conversation, but then suddenly she’s teasing him and asking about how his romance is and he laughs. “well, to answer all of your questions. everything’s just wonderful. and no, noona, i don’t have any romantic relationship going on. still painfully single.” he smiles knowing he isn’t that upset since he’s got other things on his plate to worry about. he tosses a gummy bear into his friend’s mouth, laughing when it hits her nose. he tries again and successfully gets it in. “what about you? seeing someone?”

jihyo can’t help but giggle; she herself knows chan’s going to go far — even then, it’s fun to pull his tail every now and again. “i’m sure you will stay young forever, channie !” she nods optimistically, but adds after a skipped beat: “young at heart, especially, even when you become a grumpy old man like your predecessor.” she chuckles, stealing a glance at him with a mischievous smile. “ah, but what’s so bad about getting old ? your noona’s twenty one now, and it isn’t all that bad; give yourself a try, i always say !”

“he thinks i’m pretty !” a hand clutches at her chest as she feigns fawning over the younger, batting eyelashes and all, but the girl is quick to laugh again, mimicking the other’s movements and taking a quick sneak peek out her own window. “see ? i’m just full of good ideas — most of the time ... but hey ! a worker’s discount and a loyalty discount just wouldn’t be fair ! i won’t allow it, and i’m sure he wouldn’t allow it either.” her features are animated, pouting one minute and beaming the next; it’s one of the most charismatic things about her.

“you better be the very first like, chan chan, otherwise i’ll be madly disappointed.” jihyo clicks her tongue, though there’s no real threat behind her words, and once more laughter fills the car once she feels a red gummy bear against her nose. “yah !” she calls out helplessly, but at the same time she can’t seem to stop laughing; the car radiates with positivity and adventure, and she simply can’t get enough. “has anyone told you you have terrible aim ? being an athlete wouldn’t be too good on you, i should think ! i say stick to singing.” 

she smiles, though, head bobbing along to the catchy beat; she likes knowing the younger’s just wonderful — for him she could never want anything less. “you know any person who wants to date my channie has to get through me !” huffs jihyo, but again there’s no darkness in her threat; really, she’s harmless as could be. but then chan turns the question back on her; images of the chinese girl she’s grown all too fond of flash through her head, but jihyo keeps her thoughts on yuqi silent, grinning sheepishly as she turns another corner. “mmm, good question, b, and one i’d love to answer, but ...” as her driving slows to a stop, jihyo parks the car with ( little to ) no difficulty, arms thrown up in excitement. “we’re already here !!” clapping her hands excitedly, from her seat she can see the calming waves against the shore already, and something inside her sings. “what’re you waiting for ? let’s go !”

life is a highway

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never be like you.

— tagged : @rkelise​ !

in every memory of the person jihyo used to be, she falls right in the center of it.

it’s an unspoken yet inescapable fact; each memory of loud nights and wild parties, of soft hands and cold eyes. there was a lot left unsaid between the two of them, and it’s a past jihyo’s never comfortable remembering — of all the things she’s good at, closure is one that eludes her, and it’s something that continues to haunt, even when she’s long moved on ( even when she’s found a girl she actually treats better than she ever thought she could ). when jihyo had decided to change for the better, she did her best to leave every part of her past recklessness behind her, but the guilt she felt for whatever had happened between them was something, it seemed, that could never be absolved.

sometimes the universe is kind, and sometimes it is cruel. today, jihyo thinks, it seems like all it wants to do is taunt her.

“oh, sorry—” shit. of all people she’s expecting to bump into — and literally, bump into — on her walk home, she is on the dead bottom of her list; they’ve both grown older and features have changed over time, sure — but there’s no mistaking the eyes she’d ( sworn she’d ) fallen for long ago, the curve of her lips jihyo had, at one point, practically memorized and known as her own. elise is as beautiful as ever, but with all the memories coming back to her it is difficult for jihyo to feel nothing if not pure and utter regret.

“elise ?” her voice says disbelief, but, really: she’d know her from a mile away. “oh, god, you’re ... how are— what are you doing here ?” and instead of an overdue apology she offers a weak smile, hoping it’ll suffice; knowing it won’t.

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so twitter decided not to be a dick to me anymore and let me make my account !! so if u wanna follow me over at TWlCESGF ur more than welcome to, m’dears ♡ here for plotting and feverishly cryin over all my biases + ABBA !!

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jihyo loves being able to see people — she also loves the opportunity to get ready to see people. while her routine isn’t as excessive when it comes to the everyday, this particular afternoon is special — and as such, she tries her best to wow even more than she already does, adding extra touches to her look usually reserved for more glamorous occasions. safe to say, she’s excited; spending time with juyeon always manages to brighten up her days, and since she hadn’t gotten the chance to spend her actual birthday with the other girl this more than makes up for it.

her knocks are trademark rapt against the other’s door, cheery to see her friend, but when she’s finally met with juyeon’s appearance she really, honest on god, can’t help the gasp that leaves her mouth. “baby cakes !” she squeals, throwing herself into a hug as she welcomes herself into the other’s place as if she lives there. “don’t tell me you’re going out like that, are you ... ? i mean, you look beautiful — you always do, no doubt no doubt ! but now ...” glancing down at her outfit for the day, she smiles a little sheepishly before giggling. “i feel a tad bit overdressed !”

cake and cosmetics.

@jihycrk

⏪ JULY 25TH, 2018 Yesterday was Jihyo’s birthday, though today would be the day in which they’d celebrate. Perhaps Juyeon shouldn’t have stayed up as late as she had the night before considering she knew what these hours had in store for her. Even so, it was almost time for Jihyo to show up and Juyeon was still lounging on her sofa in sweatpants and a baggy t-shirt, hair thrown up into a messy bun/ponytail thing… she didn’t know what it was, but she knew that it wasn’t brushed. She definitely didn’t look like a beauty queen… actually, that was a lie. In her opinion, she always looked like a beauty queen, no one could tell her otherwise. Still, she didn’t look… as fancy as she’d like to on this special day.

Time slipped away from her. This look would possibly have to suffice… well, unless the older girl would be able to work some magic before they actually get to going anywhere. She didn’t exactly feel like it would be right of her to ask since Jihyo is the one that should be getting special treatment today, not Juyeon… but if she offered… she wouldn’t decline.

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listen.

jihyo’s not usually this ... temperamental when it comes to customers, really ! truth be told, she’s not really used to dealing with many difficult customers, anyway; for the most part, she loves her job, even if she knows it’s not where she’s going to end up in the long run. but it’s customers like the girl in front of her now — nails clacking against the counter, peeved expression on her face for no particular reason — that make the barista wish she were far, far away, dancing for a living instead of having to attend to the likes of, well— her. nonetheless, jihyo plasters on a smile, hoping her less merciful thoughts don’t betray her.

( “what terrible service.” she hears the older lady mutter under her breath before exiting, and she resists the urge to call back, “you aren’t that great either, honey !” )

there’s an almost embarrassingly loud sigh of relief that leaves her once she leaves, though, which is replaced by a look of apology as she moves on to the next customer — who, she’s sure, had just witnessed just about everything. “yeah ... sorry about that; people can be kind of a handful when thirsty ... i guess ?” jihyo laughs a little bashfully, hand coming to rub the back of her neck as she writes down the other’s orders with ease. “though i’ve never met anyone who’d threatened to sue me before, i suppose that was pretty new ! — sugar level ?”

「 Oh, That’s A Mood 」

⇢ request received: @jihycrk !

Usually Yuna wasn’t one for bubble tea but this evening she felt like giving the beverage another attempt and she couldn’t have been more fortunate about her lucky timing. To become witness to this priceless scene was about the best thing that happened to her today and left her constantly clearing her throat as she did her utmost best to just not flat out laugh. 

This poor girl right there behind the counter was so beyond relatable, the barista couldn’t help but feel utmost sympathy for her. When the terrible customer had left at last did the girl allow herself to laugh, smile friendly as she greeted the worker. “I admirer your patience, man. Well done.” With a thumbs up she bought herself some time to attempt regaining a sense of composure. Lastly clearing her throat, Yuna stated her order in a thoughtful hum. “I think I’ll try for the milk tea without anything in it please.”

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tw: death mention

the past is something jihyo, in all her exuberance and grace and openness, would very much prefer to keep shut.

loss is something inimitable, it seems; there are days grief hits harder than she’d like, moments when her smile falters even just for a moment — by no means is she fake in her enthusiasm for life, but the cause of such fervour is one she tends to keep to herself, unwilling to spill all of her heart out across the table ( she still needs to keep some cards on hand, after all ). all remembrances of the person she was, and the people she surrounded herself by, are things she tries to keep away, cover up with potted plants and dancing and beat down car adventures. but on a day like today, it appears as if the universe reminds her of how it has her on a leash — and how they don’t intend on letting go.

it’s just a regular oolong tea order, at first.

she tries not to pay much attention to how familiar the voice sounds ( despite being years older ), the slight pang of something she feels as she prepares the tea in the plastic cup. where she knows the voice from is the question; there’s a ghost of familiarity, of something that probes and prods at her — a feeling she can’t seem to shake off. nevertheless jihyo ignores it ( as she does all negative emotion ), sealing the cup and walking towards the counter for the customer to receive it.

then he says her name, and memories come back to her like a flood.

she resists the urge to curse under her breath, and for a moment jihyo can only stare into the other’s face with an uncharacteristic silence. words longing to spill out end up stuck in her throat, and the girl says nothing, eyes overtaken by surprise and nostalgia ( and maybe, maybe just a bit of resentment ). zach said i’d be able to find you here — of course he did, she thinks, for a moment bitterly regretting ever telling their common friends where she spent most of her days. there’s a stall in his voice, a certain uncertainty that she catches easily; it’s simple to note people’s quirks, she finds, when you’ve grown up with them.

( she also finds that just because you’ve grown up with someone doesn’t mean you know them at all. )

“... oh.” placid smile, cold eyes. play it cool; you can’t get upset here. “you’re .. here.” clearing her throat, she takes a straw and throws it lightly beside his drink alongside a napkin, now actively averting his gaze. “would love to chat, really, but .. work’s work, you know ?” please leave. “not the best timing, sammy.” in more ways than one.

❛ blessed ;

@jihycrk

“yeah she’s working today. but are you sure you wanna do this? you’re gonna have a helluva time. you know how she is.”

“i got it, dude, thanks. just tell me the address.”

and that’s how sammy is currently standing outside the brightly lit glass windows that makes up gong cha. he can see her bustling around behind the counter, thinks she doesn’t look all too different from what he remembers. and then he realizes– as people pass by him to get to the front door looking at him strangely, standing there in his ripped jeans, faded t-shirt of some local cali band or other and a jacket with the hood pulled up over his head, he probably looks like a creepy stalker. he clears his throat, tugging the hood down to reveal the shock of white blonde hair sticking up in all directions.

he doesn’t bother to smooth it down, just walks into the store. he can see that he hesn’t been noticed yet– the girl in question is far too busy finishing up the previous order, though by the time he gets to the cashier it’s slowed considerably and the atmosphere has faded into a calm chatter pierced by the scraping of the chairs on hard wood. the girl at the cash register looks at him expectantly and he flashes her a brilliant smile, “an oolong milk foam tea, please.” as he pays, his eyes keep glancing over at the tea barista who still has her head down. he stands off to the side and waits– until she’s finished with his order.

he walks over to the counter without hesitation, directly in her line of sight as he accepts the drink, his expression calm but his grip on the cup tight. he clears his throat as she finally looks straight at him. is that a flicker of recognition? he can’t tell. he knows he looks pretty different– having lost a significant amount of muscle mass, grown another few inches or so to look more lean, cheeks hollowed in and hair tousled and wild compared to the chicken little hairstyle he had the last time she’d saw him. “hey. jihyo. zach said i’d be able to find you here.” and despite all his bravado and almost arrogant confidence, he at least has the decency to look sheepish. “…how ya been?”

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she remembers what it was like to be in elkie’s shoes, not too long ago, either; despite korea being her homeland jihyo had never felt further away from home than when she first stepped foot back in seoul for the first time in over a decade when they first arrived. it was a lot to get used to: language wise she’d very rarely spoken korean fluently back in california, and seeing people around that looked exactly like her, along with the promise of new adventures and a fresh start, both exhilarated and terrified her at the same time. as she grew accustomed to her new life in the new city, alongside people she’d come to know as a second family, jihyo had made it her personal mission, then, to make sure that when newcomers came to seoul she would do all she could to make them feel like they belonged.

elkie was no exception; when she’d first met the other at school jihyo had wasted no time in welcoming her, and soon enough she gained yet another friend ( she was exceptionally good at that, she found ). it comes as no surprise that the two girls sit across each other now, mulling over meat options after a hard day’s work ( which, well, isn’t too hard, really; there’s not much difficulty in managing milk tea orders ). the waiter’s impatience doesn’t go by unnoticed, and so jihyo simply nods along to whatever the younger girl has to say, the hunger in her own stomach betraying the decision to contemplate further. “sounds good !” she beams, quickly relaying the order back to the server beside them.

she’s quick to add her favorite: “and one order of the pork ... with the sweet and spicy seasoning, please !” and with a ghost of a tired smile the waiter disappears, off to fetch their uncooked meat. finally ‘ alone ‘, jihyo wastes no time in turning towards the other, smile brightening with unabashed fondness. “i’m so glad we got to have dinner together tonight !” she all but gushes, bubbly as ever. “it feels like it’s been ages, to be honest ... how have you been ? you need to tell me all i’ve missed !”

` la lune.

(  for @jihycrk  )

life in korea is different than in hong kong, to say the least. there were levels of it that were similar, yes, but there were also other specifics that were unalike each other. in her first year of living independent in the foreign country, elkie struggled with these things, as well as the faulty speech of hers due to her not being exactly fluent in korean. thankfully, however, she is now starting to get the hang of it all. although, truth be told, she didn’t come to this alone, as good people had been there to help her out— answering her many questions, translating, as well as several other deeds just to make sure that elkie was comfortable and doing alright.

park jihyo is one of these kind people, and elkie will forever be grateful to her. 

the two had met at the university they both attend, and while elkie wasn’t too keen on being extroverted and requesting aid herself, jihyo was the one to offer help the chinese student couldn’t resist. their friendship grew over time through them hanging out together, jihyo constantly ordering from elkie’s restaurant, walks home, and nights out like this one. it was nice to have someone there for her, especially since moving to a whole new country was terrifying – mostly due to the prospect of being completely alone without anyone else she knew to turn to. so tonight, they’d decided to find a place to eat out together after both their shifts at work had gotten out late. korean barbecue would definitely do for the hungry girls.

pondering as she glances over the menu, elkie looks up at jihyo who sits across from her, tilting her head slightly as she wonders what to eat. she notices the waiter tapping his notepad rapidly with the back of his pen, a sign of impatience aimed at the two students struggling to choose something. “should we just get the portions of bulgogi, pork belly, and short ribs then? we can do the barbecuing ourselves, so it comes out quick?”

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…And we used ‘I love you’ like an apology for the things we couldn’t give each other.

Elly Belle (via wordsnquotes)

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the studio is clean and empty, immaculately maintained; it’s spacious enough for her to move as freely as she’d like, and for a dancer like jihyo it’s exactly the kind of room she needs for practice. dancing is the one thing she likes to think she’s rather good at, and as such, she also likes to keep getting better at it — which is why, even after a long day of studying choreography and training for her major, jihyo still finds herself here, body moving along to the beat of the song currently pulsating through the walls. the dance she’s performing is one of her own, to one of her absolute favorite songs, and jihyo is as graceful as ever, arms waving and legs swaying along as she mouths the lyrics wordlessly.

she feels wonderful, and real, and oh so alive — there really is no better feeling than this.

in fact, it’s so amazing that she ends up rehearsing the piece again, and again ... and again, and jihyo’s halfway through the routine a fourth time when she hears a loud thud that echoes even louder than the singer’s sultry voice across the speakers. in spite of herself the dancer gasps, audibly, and reaches out for her phone; the music stills, and is replaced by the sound of rubber sneakers scuffling against the polished floors as she runs toward the source of the loud collision.

“oh, gosh !” is her first reaction, hand clapped to her mouth for about half a second before she kneels down beside the other, one hand reaching out to grab his and the other to cup his face. “are you okay ?” concern etches itself onto her features, and she attempts to stand, helping the other boy up with her. “it, hah, sounded like quite the fall !”

once they’re both at their feet jihyo wastes no time in helping the other get settled, brushing the dust off the boy’s clothes then resting them atop his shoulders. “there.” she takes a step back, grin finally satisfied. “now you’re perfect !” jihyo claims with a giggle, swiping down to take his bag and put it in his arms. “are you the next person who rented the room ? i hope i haven’t kept you waiting too long ... have i ?”

{ what a fool` }

   getting a practice room was like a mad dash when it came to k-arts. there were plenty of rooms, but there were more students than rooms and everyone wanted access to them. the sooner you requested a room, the better the chances. hongseok was always thankful when he managed to get one. practicing dancing in his apartment was hit or miss. if his downstairs neighbors were home, they always had to come complain. if they weren’t, well, he could dance in peace.

  he knew he was early, but his last class decided to end some time early, so he made his way to the practice room. he figured he could get a good look at whoever his competition was, since everyone at k-arts was competition.

   hongseok made his way to the room, pushing open the door as quietly as he could as he entered the room. he realized quickly who it was. he didn’t know her by name, but he saw her around campus. she was… pretty. if she walked by, he would admit to watching her go. he stood at the entrance of the door for a few moments before deciding he should probably just wait outside until she was done. 

  he was holding onto his backpack from the strap, so the other strap was just on dangling on the floor. since he wasn’t paying attention, his foot got caught in and while taking a step, his leg got caught and he tumbled down. in that moment, he felt as if he had an out of body experience, watching himself fall, but there was nothing to do. from the loud sound of his fall, he was certain she heard, but he just laid on the ground, frozen in his own stupidity. 

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of all the days not to bring an umbrella.

jihyo likes to think she’s prepared for most weather situations; she carries a foldable umbrella around in her bag at all costs, and is sure to pack a parka just as foldable and flexible. but in the middle of hot summer she didn’t think it would be necessary, really, to bring all that stuff for a quick trip to the convenience store — and besides, it was only a few blocks away, so the possibility of needing to pack so heavily were close to none ! wouldn’t being less safe, for this one day in this scenario, jihyo had reasoned with herself, equate to being more practical ?

as she watches the rain pour hard against the window, she quickly realizes she’s never been wronger in her life.

pressing her hands against the glass lightly, the girl sighs, torn between waiting out the storms or making a mad dash for it. the paper bag with all her newly bought ramyeon sits at her side, and in this weather jihyo would want nothing more than to come home and eat on her couch. sighing once more, she’s about to make her way towards the door, ready to sprint ( carefully ) out into the pouring rain. but the sight of one, one last umbrella in the rack catches her peripheral, and like a madman she runs towards it—

only to have it grabbed, at the same time, by someone else. well.

( jihyo’s not a fighter; she’s not, really ! but when the going gets tough, apparently so does she. )

nevertheless, she smiles, although it’s a little less warm than she’s used to, and her grip on the umbrella tightens. “ah ...” jihyo coughs a little, an attempt at defusing tension. 

“... last umbrella, huh ? heh ..”

charisma starters ! ( 1/? ) for @jihycrk​ the last umbrella !

Drip.

Drop.

It just had to be Hye Joo’s luck. It’s pouring hard outside, even in this weather and she was just getting home after her shift at the restaurant. Her clothes were already wet - not damp yet - but she knew if she continued like this to get home, she’d be sick in bed the next day. And that was something she couldn’t afford to do. She had a heavy meal at school, so she had some pocket money to take the bus, but then she’d still get wet. Looking around, she noticed a convenience store less than a dash away from her. Perfect!

Her feet took her towards the store despite the bits of water droplets falling on her shoulders and got into the store as soon as she could. Her hair was starting to get damp, close to sticking to her skin but it was still dry enough that it had a wire-like texture. The smell of food was everywhere from those who decided to eat there, but her target was right there in the third aisles.

The last umbrella. She reached for it and grabbed onto the handle, ready to pull it out of the case that held them.