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@bnseojin-blog
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FINALLY. After exams eating me alive, I have managed to survive and now I’m back! I don’t know who I’ve been plotting with (or if they still want to continue plotting with me) but like this post so I’ll go ahead and approach people for new plots ;w;
“Right now urgent.” Why, she came to Seojin of all people, was simply a matter of time and convenience of location. The people she knows in the apartments is all useless men, and the closest female is too busy doing whatever she’s doing at the moment. “I’m not surprised.” Haena mumbles, somewhat reluctant as she takes a seat on her girl’s cough. “Yah, what do you take me for? It’s not like I’m spending my forever with this guy. It’s just for tonight.” She says it like it’s obvious, taking her phone from her purse and opening the camera. “Besides, nobody loves my curls as much as I do.” A click of the camera later, and she has photo evidence of Seojin’s rather poetic appearance. “Mmm, I’m a very patient person.”
"Hey, I promise I have a curling iron.” Seojin says as she roams around her little place, still in search for the curling iron. A shutter of the camera startles her and she turns around to Haena, lips parted in surprise and disbelief. “Unnie?” She chokes out, the phone in the older’s hand leading her to assume that the other has taken a photo of her not so very pleasing look. It’s morning, okay? Give the girl a break. “Delete that photo!” She commands, standing in front of the girl now, her search for the curling iron immediately halted. “I swear unnie---I’m embarrassing!”
This is no fun time play time, this is an emergency. Haena is dolled up from head to toe, everything crisp and perfect as it always is, except for one feature; her hair. She could be looking worse, however, case in point being the utter mess standing before her. Haena bites her tongue as best she can. “Yah.” She crosses her arms, patience obviously on a tightrope. “This is urgent. I was going to ask if you had a curling iron, because I’m intending to go on a very important date and I need my hair curled because this dude likes it or whatever, and mine literally just decided to die on me.” A breath, then a blatant stare from head to toe. “But I get the vibe that I’ve come to the wrong… person.”
“How urgent is urgent?” Seojin asks, still half-asleep and not knowing why Haena, of all people is looking for a curling iron. She always thought that the older always had extra spares of beauty stuff for emergencies like this one. “No, no. I have a curling iron. I just don’t remember the last time I used it.” She says, waving a hand as she gestures the other to sit down on her couch. “But hey, if he doesn’t like you with straight hair, he’s not meant for you. You can’t always have curled hair 24/7.” Seojin argues as she starts to look under the coffee table if she tucked her curling iron there somewhere. But to no avail, she sees no curling iron so she rises back up again. “Give me a minute, okay?”
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Jaechul lifts both of his hands up to try and massage his temples. His headache is getting worse, and he’s trying not to groan right now– so, he sighs a tired sigh. At this moment, he still doesn’t know if it’s actually Seojin in front of him– it feels like a hallucination. After their break-up, Jaechul never talked to her, yet alone text or even check her up– he feels like it’s less painful that way.
“I’m not a mess” he says before trying not to puke. “On the contrary, maybe I am” he says, an embarrassed smile creeping through his lips. He feels her touch against his skin, and he starts wondering if he has moved on, now that there’s a feeling of emptiness, as if he has actually missed her. No, he shouldn’t, he just played with her, right? He takes her command in action, trying to push himself up with her help.
“I’m not going to puke, I think– actually you should stay away a bit, i’m not good for you” he says it with a double meaning. He takes a step forward, then another one.
“Just so you know, I’m getting up just because I don’t want you to clean my puke” he says weakly, so she wouldn’t hear his sincerity over the loud music.
His denial and quick admission that he is indeed a mess elicits an amused laugh from the girl. She helps him stand up, both hands wrapped around his arm to steady him. He’s a bit heavy, but there have been experiences in the past when she has to do this. So it is safe to say that she’s quite skilled in hauling him out of places when he’s gotten too drunk.
I’m not good for you. His words make her stare wide-eyed at him for a moment, she doesn’t know if he meant it to sound that way but she chooses to ignore the lump in her throat and laugh it off. “I know,” she responds with as much ambiguity, “but if I let you go, you’ll hurt yourself.” She meant it literally, more than metaphorically--as far as she can remember, it has been him who let her go.
“Thank you very much for your concern.” Seojin jokes as she starts leading him to the backdoor, the quickest way out of the nightclub and for some reason, she thinks she needs more air than he does. She’s confused. Perhaps it’s because it has been so long since they last talked that Seojin doesn’t know how act, once upon a time, she has gotten accustomed to being his girlfriend but in the recent times, she’s learned how to become a stranger to someone she knew so well. And what is she doing now? Acting all friendly with him as if she doesn’t miss the memories anymore. It’s a bit disorienting.
“Who are you with?” She asks when they’re outside and she has finally gotten a big inhale and an even bigger exhale. She knows his friends and he knows hers, it’ll be easy to find them if he’s with his friends. “I can go back in and tell them you’re outside.” She offers, as she leads him to the sidewalk. She sits down and naturally, she tugs him down with him. “You can sit here, and puke if you want. The road is yours.”
WHEN someone reaches twenty-one, the sense of adulthood would come kicking in—reminding you that you were responsible for your own life now, and not someone else’s. brown hues glazed over her facial expression, curiosity strikes in as he only chose to stare as he listened intently to her little rambling. keeping her gaze intact as seungwoo waited patiently with a small grin plastered on his lips. sure, she’s a full grown adult now. but one thing’s for certain, the world is an unknown place and seojin has a lot to learn. “i get what you’re saying,” pausing briefly before continuing, “of course you’re an adult,” a full emphasis on the last bits of his statement. “but you know well that i’m just looking out for you, so tell me, is that even a crime to do so?” his brows perched up in question, throwing the question back.
She doesn’t know if he’s being sarcastic when he tells her that she’s a proper adult so she just narrows her eyes at him before sighing at his next words, her head nodding. It’s nice to have someone look out for you like the older brother you never had, but she just doesn’t like it too much when people treat her like a child. “No...” Her voice is soft as she pouts, looking away from him. “But I tell you, he’s a good guy. He even said he’d treat me lunch tomorrow! You never do that, and I thought you’re my big brother.” She accuses, shaking her head at him. “But hey, what do you know? It’s lunch time!” Seojin grins up at him, brows cocking upwards. “I’m not very picky, I can eat anywhere.”
practice makes perfect
Eunjae was starting to get used to this routine little by little. Sometimes she liked to just let Seojin come over to study with whatever she was working on that week. It was nice to have the company, even if they were on two completely different subjects. She was amusing and fun to talk to, especially on the off days that Eunjae ended up taking work home with her.
She looked up from the report she was reading over when Seojin approached her. She looked at her, confused for a second until it registered what she was asking. Blood pressure? Oh boy. Not that hers was bad or anything, but she wondered how bad it would look right now since she could still feel some of the tension from work in her shoulders. Still, it wouldn’t hurt, right?
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Seojin beams in delight once the other has agreed to her practicing on her. By now, she should’ve mastered this art of getting one’s blood pressure but it’s too hard to do this on yourself that she can’t practice much. Plus, there’s this medical mission she volunteered to go to a week from now. A little practice won’t hurt. She doesn’t want to look too unprofessional when actually dealing with real patients.
“Thank you~ I know you love me.” She teases as she reaches out for the other’s arm, wrapping the cuff around the other’s arm then putting the stethoscope to her ears. The girl makes herself comfortable, and it takes a few minutes of silence before Seojin gets her results, her jaw dropping and eyebrows furrowing when she finds out the other’s blood pressure. She removes the stethoscope from her ears and takes off the cuff around her arm. Her voice is laced with worry when she speaks. “Unnie... your blood pressure is 130 over 90, do you know what that means? It’s not that high, but it’s not ideal.” She scolds a little, patting the older on the shoulder once. “You okay?
There’s nowhere we can hide
Aeri is not usually the type to panic, but judging from the younger’s expressions, she is probably showing some kind of horrific reaction to this whole situation. It’s him, what is he doing here, he’s not supposed to go to a low-class restaurant, a snob with perfectly pressed suit and perfectly styled hair doesn’t belong here.
Setting down her own set of chopsticks, she tries to flash a smile to the younger girl which she knows is a fail attempt- “Thank you, but I think I’ll be, I’ll be fine.” She could feel her voice cracking in the middle of the sentence, softly denying the water bottle and clearing her throat she tries to speak again. “We should go, yeah? We’ll eat something else.” She glances again to the man a few tables from them, annoyance bubbling inside of her. “I’ll tell you when we get out of this place.” She sighs out in defeat before standing up to grab her purse and leaving a few bills on the table. She leaves their table as quick as she could, making sure Seojin is following her trail.
She’s confused, more than anything else and yet she is worried with how the other is so panicky. When the bottle of water gets rejected, she downs it herself instead as she listens to the older talk. She notices the way she looks at a direction across them, but the other is way too quick that the usually talkative girl is left speechless and unable to even follow her gaze as she follows the other outside the edifice.
Once they’ve gotten out and Seojin thinks that whoever Aeri is running away from is gone, she laces her arm around the other when she finally catches up and asks her in a hushed tone, glancing back at the restaurant once before speaking. “Unnie, are you okay? What was that all about?”
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“I had hoped you would never see me like this.” Seojin says as she pulls up the mess of tangles she calls her hair into a loose bun, her sweatpants almost covering her entire feet that she steps on it, her shirt drooping on one side with a large pizza stain on it from last night. She rubs her eyes with a hand as she closes the door behind Haena, a yawn escaping her lips. “I mean, I know you know I look better usually. But what brings you here, unnie?”
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“You’re all out of peanut butter.” Seojin announces, holding a jar of what seemed to look like it held peanut butter a long long time ago. Seojin wanted to visit him as a surprise but she’s more surprised to find out that his door was unlocked so naturally, Seojin welcomed herself into his place, and not being able to stay still, she rummages around until she finds out the atrocity that he is all out of peanut butter. “Seriously, what is this?” She waves the empty jar around, disappointment laced in her tone. “How can you live like this oppa?”
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"I'm not a kid, you know. Stop treating me like one." Seojin huffs, eyebrows furrowing as she crosses her arms over her chest. She’s defiantly staring up at the older, exasperation obvious on her face as she talks, “I’m in college and everything. I live by myself, I’m a proper adult!” Maybe she is, but it will be a lie to say that she properly knows how to adult. She’s still 20, anyway, she’s got a lot to learn but her want to be seen as more mature by her professors still remains. “Oppa, I’m an adult. So don’t think I can’t buy my own groceries or pay my own bills, well I mean---sometimes I don’t do that and eat out but still! You get my point right?”
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The twenty-one year old has been walking around for a while now, her feet bringing her back in circles as she wanders through an unfamiliar neighborhood. She’s been living in Busan for three years now, despite that time, she still hasn’t memorized all of its streets and its twists and turns. It’s not very surprising that she managed to get herself lost while she’s walking home from work (which is the worst idea she’s had in a while, and Seojin has a lot of bad ideas.) It’s almost 2AM now and she’s just glad that it’s the weekend or else she’ll be really screwed when she wakes up for class at 6AM.
The neighborhood is quiet, not a soul awake as she walks aimlessly, just trying to get out of the unfamiliarity of her surroundings and back to a place where she knows where to go. But to no avail, she’s walked in the same place for ten minutes now. She’s tried calling her friends but to her ultimate misfortune, her phone dies just as a friend answers their phone.
She feels defeated, more than anything so she resorts to sitting on the sidewalk until someone finds her. Will their intentions be good or not? Seojin doesn’t even seem to care now. However, a glimmer of hope glistens in her eyes when she sees the red and blue lights of a police car coming her way, she jumps up from the sidewalk, waving her arms around furiously to get noticed by the patrolling police car. She’s probably not allowed to stop a police car like this, but she remembers her mother telling her that when you’re in trouble, always ask the police for help. And here she is, asking for help.
“You belong to me”
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If he said this to her three years ago, butterflies would be wrecking havoc in her stomach, her face would go red from the feeling his words bring her. But no, this is after the butterflies and after the tears, she has spent way too long picking back up the pieces that got destructed in the aftermath. Sometimes, she wants to slap him, but she wants to think they’re acquaintances with a past now.
His words ring in her ears, maybe she did belong to him, once, but that once had been so long ago and Seojin can only laugh about it now. It’s funny to her now how she treated him like he’s her entire world, how she gave everything of her to him even though she knows it will inevitably end up in flames. Leaving her scathed. He left, but he made sure to make the biggest mark in Seojin’s life. He was, after all, the first person she ever loved.
“Yah,” she scoffs and pushes him by the shoulder in a playful nudge. They’re okay. It doesn’t hurt anymore. (At least, that’s what she tells herself). “Don’t joke like that, seriously, I know you can do better than that!” She laughs, shaking her head at him while her brows furrow. Is he drunk? She leans forward to him to check if he reeks of alcohol but he doesn’t seem to be drunk. Jaechul can be a bit careless when he’s drunk but it’d be a lie to say that there isn’t a little feeling of nostalgia brought upon by his words. She gulps down the melancholy. “C’mon, give me a better joke.”
“I have no regrets.”
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“Are you absolutely sure?” Seojin asks, brow raising as she takes a step back from her friend who looks like she’ll projectile vomit if she rides the roller coaster one more time. Jaehee’s hair sticks to her face from the sweat but Seojin sees the widest smile from her even though she could be really feeling her lunch come back up her throat.
Seojin got on the roller coaster once, but Jaehee insisted she wanted to go one more time so Seojin let her. She isn’t up for the literal roller coaster ride once more in such a short time interval. Maybe she’ll need a whole month to recover from one ride. Perhaps the other’s excited nature to go to an amusement park roots from the fact that she’s always been spending time with Eunha that she doesn’t get to have fun like this anymore. “Unnie, do you want to sit down for a while? You don’t look fine and you might have regrets if you vomit on the roller coaster.”
“There’s nowhere we can hide”
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“What... who what?” She asks, eyes blinking rapidly in confusion as she drops her chopsticks, grains of rice sticking to the side of her lips. She does not expect that sentence coming out from the daycare teacher. Something so intense and unlike her. Her confusion isn’t very surprising.
Her hands come up to wipe at her lips, her lunch interrupted as she stands up a little to pull down the other to sit next her. “Unnie, are you okay? Do you need some water?” She hands her her bottled water, eyes worried as she wraps an arm around the older. She doesn’t know why she’s comforting her. “Seriously, unnie, if we need to run just tell me. I have sneakers on.”
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She’d be disappointed too, really, if the ice cream you spent so much careful and delicate time on swirling perfectly would be accidentally pushed off of your hands. She’s glad she isn’t anywhere near him when the collision with a stranger happened. She’s just stepped out of the convenience store when she spots her friend looking absolutely defeated, staring at the ground where his vanilla ice cream lays splattered on the concrete. Her heart breaks a little.
“Are you okay?” She asks, hand coming up to rub comforting circles on his back as she stares at his destroyed ice cream cone. “I mean, you’re probably not.” Seojin corrects herself immediately with a sigh as she pats him on the back. “Don’t be too sad, let’s just get you another one? My treat. And if I see that person who did this to you, they’ll be gone in 0.2 seconds.”
