piano e forte

1x1 roleplay blog.

[hdxjonghyun]

❝ final rundown.

[byulbams]

hdxjonghyun:

Lips are instantly reacting to the sweet sounds that are emitted out of her own pink pair; curling at the ends in endearment while prominent dimples come into place. He watches as she sings calmly, her soft voice echoing out and somehow relaxing at the very first glimpse of it. when her lines finally end, he raises the mic and continues with the song, their shared lines coming up and their voices mixing perfectly in the same smooth tone; his carrying the aura of a man and hers the epitome of a sweet and delicate female. 

Lucky I’m in love with my best friend Lucky to have been where I have been Lucky to be coming home again Ooohh ooooh oooh oooh ooh ooh ooh ooh They don’t know how long it takes Waiting for a love like this Every time we say goodbye I wish we had one more kiss I’ll wait for you, I promise you, I will

In between their small duet, the two are already met at the center, Jonghyun’s smile prominent to show just how much he appreciated the sounds they were creating. His eyes remained fixated on her, watching every move to the way her fingers gently held the mic and to the way her eyes would meet his as well; Yuna beamed the epitome of femininity. And that was something that jonghyun appreciated A Lot in a woman. 

As they meet in the center and his hand takes hers, Yuna starts to feel that familiar rush. It wasn’t entirely new, not really--the first time she met him, she had been, admittedly in awe. he was tall, sweet, a gentleman really--and extremely good looking to boot. A part of her had swooned inside, but she was too focused on training back then, making it to debut, that the crush had easily been squashed.

Recently, with the duet, it had slowly crept back in; now here she was, feeling like a giggly little girl deep inside, while trying to maintain her composure on the outside.

It’s a miracle that she even manages to sing the correct lines, especially with the way he was looking at her. She felt flushed, and shes pretty sure that she looked it as well. As soon as the song ends, she takes her hand back, and consciously wipes it against her skirt. She takes a deep breath, and smiles at him. “We’re ready, aren’t we, oppa?”

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[hdxjonghyun]

❝ final rundown.

[byulbams]

hdxjonghyun:

“Yeah if I recall you start on the left side of the stage and I come in from the opposite end. Your cue to walk in is when I’m finishing up the last line in the first verse.” Though he could just let her walk over there alone, he grabs her hand with his strong one and walks over to her end. His steps are slow though because his pace would typically be quicker than hers since she was wearing heels. “So right here you’ll wait.” He pats her hand while he lets go of it and looks off at the empty practice room and then back at here. “I feel good about this though. We did a few run downs in here so let’s just do it like we have been.” He raises both his fists for a ‘fighting’ sign and a proud grin before retreating back to his end before stopping by the cd player. “Ok play music!” He says to himself before walking over to the opposite side of the room. He’s greeted with the opening tune, a soft melody from the familiar song as he takes a couple of steps forward and raises the mic to sing directly into it.

Do you hear me, I’m talking to you Across the water across the deep blue ocean Under the open sky, oh my, baby I’m trying

Yuna is ready to shuffle towards one end of the room herself, and she’s admittedly surprised when Jonghyun instead takes her hand to lead her there. Her breath quietly hitches at his strong grip; his hand was so big and so easily wrapped around her own and for some reason that makes her heart skip a beat. “Thank you,” she says, polite as ever, and with a bashful smile decorating her lips. 

She straightens out her skirt, wanting to look proper and feel calm before the song starts. She looks over at him, watching for cues, she tells herself, even though in truth she can’t help but be mesmerized by the contours of his face. When the song starts she sings along under her breath, until finally her turn comes up.

Boy I hear you in my dreams I feel your whisper across the sea I keep you with me in my heart You make it easier when life gets hard

[hdxjonghyun]

❝ final rundown.

[hdxjonghyun]

His lips are still curved but that’s probably solely on the fact that he got to hear a glimpse of her voice in what appeared to be a warm up session; still her voice always managed to sound sweet even without trying to sound too much so. The bag slung around his shoulder is referred to as he sets it down atop one of the speakers so he can retrieve a bottle of water that had grown a bit warmer in a short time, but it was sufficient enough for now seeing as he just needed to coat his throat. “I’m all taken care of but I have another bottle if you need some too? It’s a bit warm though.” He takes out the bottle anyway and walks past her and motions her to follow along to where the mics were set up. Grabbing the mic from the stand, he retrieves the other and hands it off to her; even turning it on so she could test her own voice. 

“Should we do the full run through?” He was referring to having him stand on one side of the stage and her at the other so they could meet in the middle during their sweet duet. “It seems best to do so. Just to make sure we’re on the same level timing wise.”

[byulbams]

“Okay.” Yuna’s been ready and feeling warmed up for a while now, and she was all set to follow his lead. “If you think we’re up for it,” she agrees with a nod, smoothing down her sweater right as she slides out of her seat. They were supposed to go on stage soon for a final rehearsal anyway, so it would probably be best to work out any and all kinks in the practice room, just so they don’t take too much time later. 

“Do you want me--” She points to the other end of the room while flashing a questioning look at him, “There?” I go in stage left, right?”

[etchedstorylines-blog]

( long time, no see aus. )

“we left on a bad note because i heard you didn’t think i was a good friend back in hs and i told you to get out of my sight but you’re here again how awkward” au. 

“you moved out of the city/country years ago and shit you moved back lets catch up and talk about how shitty our lives are” au. 

“i was supposed to write back to you but i kinda forgot to but i didn’t forget about you and oh you’re here again, should i be scared that you’re probably mad” au. 

“remember when we broke up and you didn’t want to see me anymore. oops i’m in front of you after you dropped your paperwork” au. 

“you asked me to attend your marriage and i’m here now what? have i mentioned how great you look now i’m starting to regret this” au. 

“i know you hate me but i found all the stuff you gave me, i wanted to give it to you again so here i am at your front door after so long” au. 

“we drifted apart because of stupid reasons and i’m here to apologize but don’t try to replace me again you shit” au. 

“hey remember that one time where i picked on you in high school for looking like an idiot and woah you look so good now” au. 

“we kept in touch through calls and texts but here i am picking you up at the airport / station, oh i think i see you now and you look different i didn’t recognize you for a second there” au. 

“we didn’t speak for a long time because you didn’t like my gf/bf but i’m single and ready for a good time so lets forget about that argument for tonight to go out” au.

[hdxjonghyun]

❝ final rundown.

“Just down this hall over here?” He has running a lot later than expected for the scheduled rehearsal all because of a call that he had to be excused for. His head is bowing apologetically though at the Japanese staff that’s pointing straight down the hall towards the entrance of the back area of the stage. Long legs are carrying him down the hall as he tries quickening his pace to not let his partner for the duet wait too long. The stage entrance is located just where he was directed to, the large double door opening so he can collect himself and approach the waiting figure which seemed to be testing the volume of the speakers that her sweet voice resonated out of. “Did you wait too long?” He asks without giving her a chance to even know he had arrived. When she turns to look back at him, his initial reaction is to allow his lips to curve in a welcoming but apologetic smile all at the same time. “Sorry for making you wait though. Let’s get started though?”

[byulbams]

+ 2014 December ;

Yuna quietly hums to herself as she plays with the keyboard, nothing too serious, just her fingers absentmindedly pressing along the keys as she waits. The rest of her members were out having dinner, or resting--she isn’t even sure. She thinks maybe Jimin is at a practice room down the hall, getting ready for her own collaboration stage. Even during the few times she and Jonghyun had managed to make time for practice in Seoul, it was like this, her early, with him running late. She couldn’t blame him, he was her senior, with an undoubtedly more packed schedule, so she’s used to it. She just waits, patient while singing along to whatever song it is that’s suck in her head.

The melody of her voice is cut short when the door opens and she looks up to find him standing by the door. “Ah, oppa!” She smiles, immediately getting up to bow at him anyway. They’d at least gotten close and comfortable enough now that she easily calls him ‘oppa’ instead of being formal and always referring to him as ‘sunbae’ as she used to do. “Not too long,” she lies, thinking it would be useless to admit she’s been in there for almost an hour already. “We should! Do you need something to drink first, though?”

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Heart Attack - Yuna Version. pt 1.

[byulbams]

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♔ bad service — bora & yuna

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In the moment Bora realized worker is still not snapping, still keeping calm, even tho on her face it’s obvious that she wants to take it out as well, Bora regretted doing this, she hated herself because of it. It was fun, she took the anger out of her, but she took it too far. She noticed the sharp edge in her tone and she knew the worker couldn’t mask it. Bora could complain about it, but she didn’t want to keep doing this. “Yes, replace it.” Bora said. Suddenly, her voice turned calm, but still with a little bit of sharpness. 

Her eyes widened when she saw her boss approaching, she should have expected it, but it still surprised her. She could complain about the worker, but she didn’t want to only because the worker kept calm through all of this shit Bora pulled her through. Suddenly, her whole mood changed from dark to the brightest color and she smiled widely at the boss. “No, I cleared that out, thank you.” The boss was obviously confused and so were everybody around Bora because of this sudden change in her character. “You have some workers who deserve an applause.” She commented jokingly. 

However, she disliked how she gave up on her mad character, it was no longer a show to watch and by saying those nice words she just seemed crazy. Not like she hasn’t acted like a crazy woman minutes before, but this just made it worse. Once again, she pulled that annoyed, bitchy expression as soon as the boss left. After all, she didn’t want to be a true villain, who would make this worker unemployed. 

When the worker returned with the replaced drink, Bora wanted to take the worker out and apologize, but still with that mad character. At least I made a character for the next movie I have to film for university; she thought. “Hey you!” she shouted at the worker and everybody’s attention was back at them. “Can you have a pause to smoke a cigarette or two outside? I want to talk to you.”

[byulbams]

Yuna is confused; part of her wanted the lady to keep on being hysterical if only to show her immediate supervisor who exactly was in the wrong her--it certainly wasn't her. Still, when the customer's voice suddenly becomes cheery, as jarring as it is, Yuna doesn't complain--at least it meant no more trouble.

As the boss deals with the woman, Yuna goes herself to prepare the much fussed about drink--an iced mocha. When she hands it over, she forces a tight-lipped smile and bows her head. She doesn't utter the usual "Come again soon!" like she should, and instead goes on to just smile at the person next in line. She wants to apologise for the commotion right there, but she figures it would be best to wait until the crazy woman is out of the store.

...which for some reason doesn't happen yet. Instead, she realises, that her attention is once again being sought. She almost chokes on her own disbelief when she's asked to go for a smoke; her hormones start off again and she wants to snap. Hey you, was rude enough, especially after all the commotion, but to assume that she can just get off work for a cigarette break of all things, just to cater to her whimsy was really annoying to Yuna. "I don't smoke," she answers, the annoyance clearly seething through her voice. "I'm at work--is there anything else we can help you with, ma'am?"

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That's Not Mine || Joey & Yuna

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Byunghun knows he probably sounds like a douchebag whenever he talks about the baby and when his words sound so much like those spoken by a brat that doesn’t like responsabilities. It’s a flaw - a huge one, he knows that, and he also knows that he should be doing something to fix it, but he doesn’t think he can on his own.

All that goes through his head are scenarios in which they are not able to solve a single thing and he doesn’t like it. He is a pessimist, he admits it, and whatever people tell him, he will think about all the bad that can happen and only as a last resource will the positve attitude come out. IF it does.

The girl is impatient, he can tell by the way she tells him  to knock again and by the way she generally tells him to do things that he actually does without much protest. When the man opens the door, he half waits for him to ask what’s wrong or for her to tell him all about it, but once again, his hopes fall flat. He guesses that he is the man so he should talk and besides, the baby was placed inside HIS cart - unfortunately - so she is just making him a favor by being there. She must be a nice girl, he remembers thinking that.

“Uh, Mr…” He starts, looking at the man’s name tag. Damn… he can’t do it fast enough. He can’t just read out his name without it coming off as weird - he already started in his mind and all sorts of names float around, all variations of letters that are certainly wrong but he spots the ‘K’ and he hopes to God that it’s the single most common korean surname. “…Kim.” Joeye waits a second to see the man’s reaction. He raises his eyebrows in curiosity; thank god, he got it right. “I kind of have a problem that I hope we can solve. I, uh, got this baby and it’s not mine.” Good job making yourself sound and look like a moron. Lee Byunghun, you are the greatest, his mind tells him.

“The truth is I was shopping and then i found this baby inside my cart when I came back. This lady here agreed to help me find someone responsible, which is you, Mr. Kim, but we have no idea about what to do with a baby that doesn’t belong to us.”

The man looked at them with far more curiosity in his eyes than Byunghun could have supposed it existed. He had no idea if he believed his words, but he didn’t seem to think he was lying either. “Well, if that is the case, we could announce through the speakers the lost baby and see if the mother is around.” He suggested.

“I appreciate it, sir, but with all do respect, if he was placed inside my cart, who is to say that the mom didn’t do it and went away? I was thinking about something along the lines of calling the police.”

“Well, that’s the second procedure, of course. You’ll have to stick around because they’ll want to question the both of you. Are you two of age, or…?” He let out, eyebrow raising again, inquisitive.

“I’m twenty-one.” He replied promptly. He couldn’t take the chance of someone deciding that his parents should be informed so being an “adult” was more than welcome at a situation like that, he supposed. And then he looked at the girl, expecting her to reply as well and not to be some eighteen year old that just happened to look older than her age.

[byulbams]

Suddenly, Yuna feels a little strange even being there at all. She doesn't even know this man--with the baby in his arms, and yet here she was, standing awkwardly in front of the store manager with a baby bag slung over her chest, waitng for--she didn't even know exactly what she was waiting there, for. She watched intently anyway, the exhange between the short male and the disinterested Mr. Kim.

When they both turn to her, she realises that they're waiting for a reply. "Ah, I'm twenty... two." She says with a small, automatic dip of her body. Technically, she was only twenty-one still, but it was her birthday soon, and for some strange reason she wanted them to know that she was, in fact, older than this... Joey, did he say his name was?

Beig told to stay behind makes her a little uneasy; it wasn't like she had any important information to share with the plice, but she nods anyway--she was already here, and she might as well see it through for the sake of the baby. She steps inside the office after the maager beckons them to, just standing awkwardly to the side as they watch Mr. Kim pick up the phone to call the authorities. There's a tense silence around the room, the only sound to be hear being his hushed conversation with whoever was on the other end of the line--at least until she hears a soft sneeze, one that quickly makes her turn toward Joey and the baby, just in time to watch and hear the latter break into a very, very loud cry.

[byulbams]

complete picture. ( stephanie & yuna )

[hdxstephanie]

"It is, isn’t it?" Stephanie agreed, with a nod and a smile. "If it wasn’t for my best friend back home… ah, who knows what would’ve happened to me by now? He always said to me, "Steph, you gotta stop trusting people so easily." But back in New York, I don’t think I really stopped doing that. Because he was always there, you know?" She paused, chuckling a little to herself. "That guy… I don’t know how many times he’s saved my ass. He always made sure I had both feet on the ground, always made sure I didn’t have a reason to cry, told me which people were only after my money. It wasn’t until I moved here that I properly realised how much I owe him." She ran her fingers through her ponytail with a soft sigh. "Even now… I mean I’ve been here for more than just a couple years or whatever, but I still catch myself wondering if this was really the best thing to do. Moving to the other side of the world, I mean. Like… isn’t it kind of selfish? To leave him, my stepdad, my mom? I dunno.”

Stephanie looked up to face the customer, shrugging a little. “Oh well. I guess we’ll have to see where everything goes.” She tilted her head a little, thinking. “Mmm, technically it’s still mine, yeah. Technically. My mom still left the bank in my name. But whether or not I’ll take over it at some point… I haven’t really decided yet. If I was still in New York, for sure I’d be walking around in two hundred-dollar pantsuits, talking to CEOs and staring at numbers all day by now. But that’s not really how I want to live. Not right now anyway. So I left it with my stepdad. I mean, he seemed more keen to run the place anyway.” 

[byulbams]

"Selfish?" Yuna gives her a strange look; she feels like the way Stephanie is talking--it's like she thinks her life has been relatable so far and that Yuna would understand or know how to read between the lines of he story. "I don't understand why it would be?" But then it's not like Stephanie has related either exactly why she was here in Seoul, instead of living that life she'd just described.

Once again, in between talking, she finds herself glancing out the window; it was getting late, she realises, and the snow had finally let out. She picks up her drink, spping on it quietly, just deciding to finish it for now as she also wraps up the conversation with Stephanie. "You can always go back when you want to, though, right?" She asks, still confused by their entire situation.

[uhxroy]

family first • sw × yn

[uhxroy]

After sending the text, he buried his phone deep into the pocket of his coat. He felt the need to hurry, and thought that he should get the food to Yuna as soon as possible while it was still warm. Recalling his aunt’s messages as well, he wondered how bad Yuna sounded on the phone that Aunt Bongsun had to send him her way with food.

Weaving through the crowd as fast as he could, he did his best to keep himself and the guitar on his back from bumping into people in the crowded district. Occasionally, he caught a whiff of the food in the bags, making him feel a little hungry himself.

When he arrived at what was supposedly Yuna’s door, he put the bags of food down and took his phone out. He intended to tell her through SMS that he had arrived before knocking on the door, but instead he found a message from her. His face fell slightly upon reading it, and felt a little annoyed. Aunt Bongsun must have exaggerated again…. At the same time, however, he felt relieved that Aunt Bongsun might have overreacted. She’s paying for the food, at least, he told himself quietly, trying to feel less bad about it. Pursing his lips slightly, he typed a quick reply.

[sms: (cousin) seo yuna] i read your text only now noona. i’m here at your door already anyway. aunt bongsun’s paying for it so we might as well share it, right?

After putting his phone back into his pocket, he gave the door a knock, then picked the bags of food back up and balanced them in his arms. They could share the food, at the very least. He thought too he could continue on to busk for the night after eating, and even invite Yuna to watch just as they had initially planned.

[byulbams]

It was late in the afternoon, and truth be told, Yuna was hungry. She didn't really have the energy to be working around the kitchen however; she had tried, but the moment she'd even tried to get out of bed, she'd felt really dizzy and had only ended up in the toilet five minutes later heaving and vomiting the food she'd eaten at least six to seven hours ago.

Huddled under blankets in bed, she contemplates just ordering food for dinner; it wasn't like she had any choice at this point anyway and at least crossing the apartment to get the from from the delivery guy and paying for it entailed less movement and energy wasted than making another attempt at cooking.

She's going through her food delivery contacts when the scroll is interrupted by a new message notification; she can't help but let out a groan when she sees who it's from, followed right after by a sigh as she hears a knock on the door while reading it. She's tempted to ignore and pretend she isn't home--but that was dumb considering he already knew she was feeling ill anyway, plus at least he apparently had food with him.

It takes her couple of minutes to pulls herself out of bed anyway, her movement slow as she's careful not to cause herself unecessary nausea. She drags her comforter along with, wrapped around her as she feels a little chilly as well even though the heater is cranked up to the highest setting possible. "Who is it--?" Her voice is a little throaty, and she looks more than a little worn out when she opens the door to find, as expected, her cousin waiting for her.

[yunaring]

「ミニスカート(Japanese ver.)」

[byulbams]

and there you were. ( jonghyun & yuna )

[hdxjonghyun]

His eyes were much too focused on her, his smile evident as his stare remained glued onto her. It was obvious to anyone sitting around him that he was all too mesmerized in her performance, and even as her songs ended and she received her much deserved cheers, he still watched her with the same glance. Sitting up finally from his seat, he grabs a hold of his acoustic guitar and goes to meet her halfway towards the stage. The brief squeeze on her part is returned with his own as with a nod he walks past her to get on stage.

There happens to be a mini fan club gathered in the corner because the instant he gets up there he can hear the screams from females who had definitely heard him play before. He takes his seat that was provided and positions the guitar upon his lap and then fixing the height of the microphone stand to accommodate his long stature better. “Hello, I’m Lee Jonghyun - ” That alone was enough to get a few more cheers from his gathered fans, as he laughs to reveal the set of dimples. He glances at Yuna, sending her an assuring smile before he starts to play.

He plays an original piece at first, a piece that didn’t have any lyrics to it, and Jonghyun sometimes though maybe it didnt need any. The instrumental was beautiful and soft, as he played it expertly so while fingers moved along the neck of the guitar. He plays a few minutes more before the piece slowly transitions into Brown Eyed Souls nothing better, and again he gives Yuna another glance from atop the stage. And he sings, he sings as if there’s no one else in the room, because his eyes are fixated at her, and only at her.

[byulbams]

Her eyes stayed focused on him, and the smile on her face casually grows when she catches him look her way. She can feel the audience around her go silent as he starts to play, with a quiet sort of collective swooning coming from the female half. It makes her feel a little smug, especially when she notices him constantly lookin her way. It's a feeling that doubles once he starts his second song, and she could almost swear that he's looking only at her.

His deep and rich voice makes her breath hitch, reminding her of all the times he's whispered directly into her ear--he'd used to whisper sweet words that she'd assumed had never really meant anything under the surface, but she's been swept away by that night's turn of events; she feels even the hairs on the back of her neck sticking up and she wants to just touch Jonghyun right then.

She watches as his fingers strum and pluck at the strings of his guitar; she'd been trying to learn the instrument on her free time for months now--and she vividly remembers sleepovers when he'd guided her own fingers along the body and neck of the guitar--his own hands soon busy elsewhere, and her learning shortly after cut short.

She cheers once he's done, not quite as loud as his apparent fan club, but she claps her hands hard nevertheless. It felt weird; it was as if once she'd let herself stop fighting herself, a strange sort of weight had been lifted and all she can think of now was how much she wanted him--and how much she was now his.

[byulbams]

and there you were. ( jonghyun & yuna )

[hdxjonghyun]

Her reaction once she finally snaps back into reality is all too endearing as Jonghyun moves in to place a firm kiss to her forehead with a sigh following. Watching her as she attempts her best to tossle her short hair back into place, he follows quietly behind her as they break away so she can take the steps to the stage and he could go back to where Yuna was sitting previous, his guitar still there as he imagined it to be. .

Once the cheers took over the venue when she finally introduces herself he watches with a faint smile, feeling a different sensation watching her prepare on stage now. It wasn’t his first girlfriend - his earlier twenties had already experienced that, but Yuna really was different, and this feeling was so native to him he had to relish it in the given time. With the lights dimming and the crowd of people settling quietly to let her play, the sound of the piano immediately soothes him as he relaxes against the seat..

Her voice is so sweet - soft and delicate, and Jonghyun swears he’s falling all over for her again. It’s really  different to see her up on stage. Though Yuna always had this sense of elegance to her, seeing her on the stage doing what she loved was different. He has to sigh to himself, practically mesmerized by her serenading song. In that instant he just wants to pull her close and press her close to his ear so she could sing just for him. She is after all all his now. .

[byulbams]

Yuna sings two songs, one after another, and before she knows it her time is up. The crowd is cheering and it feels her with a sense of fulfillment and she smiles, head dipping as she thanks the audience. She had opted to do a cover for her second one, but the first one she had sung--it was a personal, unpolished composition, not even meant for anyone to hear just yet. But it seemed right, just minutes ago, as she sat down to play. "Thank you," she repeats again, smiling brightly and then once again looking for Jonghyun as she makes her way off the stage.

Her heart is pounding loudly, and she has the strangest urge to kiss him again, right then and there as she passes him on her way up--right, she reminds herself, it was his turn after her. For some reason, most of her earlier worries and reservations had vanished right between the ten or so minutes she had spent performing, and now she was just happy. Happy that he was actually hers, or at least seemingly so, and even happier that he actually seemed to want to do this--whatever this is--with her, child and all.

"Good luck," she whispers, reaching for his hand to give it a brief squeeze. Sing for me, she almost says, but instead she just gets flushed at the thought; in the end she smiles for encouragement, and shakes her fist as if to cheer him on. She finds a spot near the stage with the best view, not even minding the loud and obvious cheers mostly coming from his adoring female crowd.

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♔ bad service — bora & yuna

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For a moment, she believed this worker was truly an angel. If she was in her place, she wouldn’t stand all of this. It caused the apologetic feeling flow through her veins. She repeated her order, still keeping a sharp tone only because of her pride, but she even thought to let her guards down and apologize. Of course, not in a typical way - confessing ‘I’m sorry, I overreacted’ wasn’t what she’d ever say, she usually apologize for these kind of things in a different way. 

Until a worker brought rage flow her veins once again. “I didn’t feel like finishing this five minutes ago.” she continued. “Plus I love going on a full page rant against people like you.” She just had to make herself look even worse, of course, since ‘people like you’ showed a disgust in her voice. Bora wasn’t disgusted by this worker, but she proved her and she wanted to make her look even smaller than her. It’s what fed Bora’s real ego, not the fake one which is high in the sky, but the one that’s far beneath the ground. 

"On the other hand, this isn’t a problem at all, maybe in your head." She said mockingly. I’m probably going to the 9th ring of hell because of this. I’m gonna be stuck in Lucifer’s mouth with Brute and other traitors. she thought, even tho this wasn’t a betrayal of any kind, she just felt like she’s gonna have the worst penalty of all that Dante imagined. 

Again, the apologetic feeling took her over. All those eyes of people who enjoyed in juicy gossip were still on them, so she kept her attitude. She wanted to apologize, so she thought of buying coffee for this worker or something. That’s when she got an idea to ask the worker when is the end of her shift, come at that time and take her out for a beer - just to apologize. However, she knew it’d be hard to forgive her when she acted this way, but hope is what dies last. 

[byulbams]

Yuna wanted to just yell right then, but she didn't really fancy losing her job either. The woman was clearly ridiculous in that she'd rather go on and on without actually trying to just fix things as soon as possible; it was quite a problem since the coffee house was packed and the longer the woman stood there, irate and yelling at Yuna, the more the crowd grew.

"Please, miss," she starts, trying once again to just finish this confrontation once and for all. She wants to sound apologetic--after all, like the always say in the service industry: the customer is always right. There's still a sharp edge in her tone, however, one that she can't mask even though she's trying. She's just tired and frustrated at this point, and it's hard to calm down when there's someone yelling at your face. "Just tell us what we can do--do you want us to replace your drink?"

She can feel her co-worker--the one who had prepared the wrong drink in the first place--trying to catch her attention again by tugging at her sleeve, but she just waves them off. She wasn't about to get anyone else into this mess even though it was their handiwork that started the entire brouhaha to begin with. "What's going on here?" A sharp, familiar voice cuts through the din and that's when Yuna realises why her co-worker had been trying to get her attention. It was the shift manager, obviously displeased by what seemed to be happening.

"Did our service crew do something to displease you, ma'am?" Her immediate boss immediately faces the irate customer, all apologetic bows and smiles and Yuna has to do her best not to physically cringe.