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namjoo and sungjae while doing the touchup.
Namjoo fall and Jieun help @ Idol Sport Championship 130903
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[SELCA] 130822 Namjoo with her cousin, Stella Kim
Stella Kim is also known as SM Trainee.
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Laziness is a disease.
[Of Apples and Oranges] Sungjae && Namjoo
{...}
He stumbled out of the practice room—damn that inconveniently placed door stopper—chasing after her. That Kim Namjoo… if she wasn’t so damn cute, he would have just dragged her back by the collar or something. But his hands held onto the lunch box tightly—almost protectively, as if in the deep, dark recesses of his subconscious, he somehow knew that she was the one who had prepared it.
Namjoo’s eyes lit up with mischief as she practically bounced down the hall and out of Sungjae’s grasp as he hollered her name. Oho, was she in trouble now? She smirked inwardly, rounding a corner fluidly before resting against the wall to catch her breath. Haphazardly, she waved her arm from around the corner before popping her head out and stretching her arms wide to hug the wall. Her gaze sought his, catching it for a second before bringing a hand in line with her cheek, wiggling her fingers and sticking out her tongue.
With a smug grin, she took off running again. She was quiet fast and nimble on her feet and one of her favorite things to do was find different ways to quickly maneuver through the building halls as to avoid getting caught late by her manager or tackled by her unnis. Carefully now, she pushed through another pair of double doors, finding herself on the other end of the hall that she was before, now staring at Sungjae’s back. She inched forward silently, her hands poised in the air before she pounced on his back, taking his neck into the crook of her arm as she grinned triumphantly.
“What’s wrong with Hayoungie’s cooking huh? It’s pretty good! I tasted it!” she declared, digging her knuckles into his hair. How it had ended up with her scolding him, Namjoo was not quite sure. However, it was definitely a lot more comfortable than her slightly apprehensive ways earlier and definitely a heck of a lot more fun than their previous encounter. This was how their relationship was supposed to be—playful and straight forward, simple. No tears and awkward silences and definitely no secrets…friends were supposed to rely on each other, lend a helping hand, a shoulder to cry on and all that, but now that she was really thinking about it, Namjoo realized she didn’t really care for relationships like that. She liked to keep her shortcomings and her hardships to herself. It was her way of keeping those around her protected. The number of times she cried in front of her members, despite being one of the youngest, could be counted on one hand and she couldn’t remember the last time she cried in front of Changsub Oppa either. Her parents may have seen tears of happiness but otherwise, it was only her grandmother who she went to in times of sorrow…and apparently, now, Sungjae.
She sniffed, sliding off his back but still keeping a firm hold on his neck forcing him to hunch over as she walked on her tiptoes next to him. “Gosh darn giant,” she muttered under her breath, “I should’ve put a giraffe eating an apple instead of a teddy bear.”
HAHAHAHHAHAHA I CAN'T STOP LAUGHING
-casually crops in eunkwang oppa's face; IDK sungjae i think it looks quite nice.... O U O
3/∞ Apink Yeoshin moments: oblivious leader rong and playful maknae line (゜▽゜;)
naeun playing with namjoo’s hair
19/∞ photosets of namjoo; princess namjoo and fanservice.
[Click Me, Pick Me] Dance Practice – Namjoo && Hyuna
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"Click, click, click, cli— oh, that’s wrong, isn’t it?" Pretending to be shocked by her own mistake, she frowned, pausing before she dramatically swayed to the ground. With a short recovery period of, oh, one second, she sat up, smiling at Namjoo, a playful glimmer in her eyes. “Ahh, our Namjoo never told me she likes Zion T. If I had known, I would’ve crashed your dance practices sooner," she joked. As she took a glance around, it dawned on her— “oh, Namjoo-ya, I didn’t interrupt you though, did I? I was kidding about crashing."
Namjoo had never worried about being cool/sexy/chic/everything-a-namjoo-was-not before. Truthfully, there was never any need to. But that left, however, a whole other side of the entertainment world to explore in that aspect, and the young girl was quickly approaching the age where she wanted to be considered dynamic. Maybe even matured. Hah, good luck with that. It was hard to veer from the dorky, overly enthusiastic image that seemed to follow her wherever she went. It wasn't a bad trait so to speak, but just like one gets bored with their hair every once in a while, she grew bored with herself.
Had Namjoo not been so busy sulking about the lack of energy in her step or sharpness in her moves, she would’ve noted the opening of the practice door. Instead, she nearly had a heart attack reeled back in surprise when her Unni burst into the room, swaying her hips easily to the beat. Namjoo’s lips rounded into an ‘O’ shape before she laughed a bit, smiling up at Hyuna from underneath the brim of her hat. Kim Hyuna seemed to have this uncanny ability to find her when she was feeling down. Whether or not it was just a coincidence or fate didn’t really matter to the second youngest member of APink. She was just grateful for the company.
Soon the older girl, technically her sunbae, slid to the ground next to Namjoo with a pout. Throwing a curious glance over her shoulder, Namjoo noted her Unni's playful tone before shaking her head, moving her hands straight in front of herself and shaking them fervently. “Ani…aniyo!” she insisted, “You’re not interrupting anything really. I was just itching to try something…new, I guess?” she frowned. It wasn’t like she hadn’t tried to dance in a different style before. But with the words “awkward” and “silly” hanging over her head, she found herself retreating from the unknown and taking comfort in the aegyo filled, cutesy style that supposedly suited her so well. Why change something that you could do so effortlessly anyways, right?
“How about you, Unni?” she asked with a tilt of her head, tugging the cap off her head as if the 4Minute member wouldn’t recognize her with it on. “You free of schedules today too? You want to play with me then?” Her grin instantly grew wider, the thought of dancing with one of her closest unnis heightening her mood. “Do you think similar taste in music would translate into similar taste in dancing?” she asked, climbing to her feet and offering a hand. She shifted her weight from one foot to the other, hopping in place excitedly while wiggled her fingers impatiently. Namjoo swung their hands from side to side in a silent urge to get her Unni on her feet faster before the song reached its final verse.
“Unni, Unni, what song do you want to dance to? Really I’m just preparing for variety shows. They seem to like to ask us to do a ‘sekshi’ dance. They usually ask Bomi unni though but…” Namjoo chuckled, shrugging her shoulders before leaning against the wall, scrolling through the different selections. “I don’t know, I kinda think it’s fun. Not sure I’m doing it right though. Hayoungie’s pretty good at it though, I think.” Namjoo nodded, holding up the Ipod for her Unni to see. “Another Zion T song or? We could always play ‘Click Me’ again. Heh.”
( ✫» ¦ DATE * OUT ❝ ▌EUN &&● NAM
This was so awkward. Eunkwang should have went straight to the dorms to avoid anyone with the way he was smelling and looking at the moment yet Namjoo chose the perfect time to approach him. But when he thought about it, the girl was like a younger sibling to him. She even said that he smelled rather well nonetheless. He thanked the heavens for that because he was starting to be slightly conscious. The reminder that she was like a sister to him certainly calmed him down a little. An idol did have to keep up his image.
The both of them decided to meet at a cafe near the company after he had showered. Hanging out with someone other than his bandmates would do him some good. Although the both of them had to be very, very careful not to be recognized. Thank God that it was almost night time. At least they won’t be hanging out in broad daylight when more people would be alert. He smiled, throwing his towel over his shoulder and called his manager, asking to be picked up. He waited for a while, humming ‘WOW’ to himself as he did. His thoughts drifted to Jihyun, and before he could stop himself, he started wondering if she was in the company building or if she had another schedule. Should he ask the receptionist? But what if doing so would spread rumors?
Internally groaning, he decided to simply dismiss the thought. Stop obsessing over a girl that would most likely not fall for you, Eunkwang. He waited another ten minutes before his phone vibrated and he received a text message that his manager was in the parking lot. He decided to take the stairs, jogging down to the lot. Making a girl wait was definitely a no in his book. By the time he reached the van, he was panting like hell and he used his already soaked towel to wipe the sweat on his forehead.
"What’s the rush?" BTOB’s manager asked.
He raised a hand up, telling him to wait. When he could breathe, he smiled. “Date…with…N-Namjoo…I mean we’re like..hanging out.."
His manger looked at him through the rearview mirror. "Date?"
Eunkwang nodded as if it wasn’t such a big deal. But it was. He knew that his manager was thinking about that recent ‘scandal’ regarding his group and A Pink. Being the leader of BTOB, he should be thinking more rather than just mindlessly acting. But this was just between friends and they will be careful. He jut really needed to go out and take a breather. His manager went on full lecture mode on him and he listened but at the end he insisted that he will be careful and he will disguise himself well. When they reached the dorm, he took a quick shower, put on a black and white polo shirt and dark denim jeans. He put on some perfume, brought a scarf, shades and a cap, then took his wallet. He checked his phone for Namjoo’s phone, sending her a quick text that he’s on his way and will be there in half an hour. His manager wasn’t speaking to him but drove him quietly towards the cafe.
"Don’t get caught."
He nodded and walked inside the cafe, keeping his head low as his eyes searched for the A Pink member. There were quite a few people inside the cafe. There was one couple out on a date, a few people sitting alone with either their laptops, magazines or newspapers. None of them resembled her and he picked up his phone, dialling her. He took a seat farther inside the cafe where there were less people as he waited for her to answer.
Was she dreaming?
Namjoo stared at the ceiling from her top bunk, her hands reaching up towards the ceiling in attempt to brush against the white painted walls. She let out a slow exhale, letting her tongue slide against her dry lips before letting her eyes flutter shut. She must definitely be dreaming. There was no way that she had to get ready for a date with Eunkwang right now. Only a few minutes ago had she come back to the dorms, floating around towards the members that remained in the living room, sitting eerily still and silent. Chorong Unni was the first to place her hands on the girl’s shoulder and give her a tight squeeze before Namjoo basically exploded in a fit of giggles and squeals. The other Apink members were taken aback by one of their youngest, clearly puzzled by her behavior but found their answer in between pants for air and high pitched squeals.
She shouldn’t be that excited about it. In the back of her mind, something—this annoying little something—spoke rationally. Eunkwang Oppa might have invited you out, but it definitely wasn’t a date. It was just a little fun on an evening off, a breath of fresh air with a good friend…who he had recently found out was, indeed, a girl!!!! Namjoo let out another squeal as she rolled around in her bed, sushi-ing herself into her comforter. Puffing her cheeks out, she hung upside down from her bed, holding tightly onto the ladder as she gazed into her Unni’s empty bed. “Ah, Bomi Unni’s not here… how sad…” she flipped herself back up into an upright position and slid down to the ground level. Sneakily she padded over to Bomi’s dresser, going through the older girl’s clothes, throwing pretty items of clothing around before letting out a loud huff of frustration.
Today was such an important day in her life—why oh why did she have nothing to wear???
Peeking out into the hall way, she shuffled into other members' rooms, either getting kicked out with an assault of pillows and stuffed animals, or adding more people to her brigade of beauticians to help her prepare. After finally settling for a stylish pair of shorts (to show off her legs), a loose shirt and varsity jacket (in an effort to look put together but not trying too hard), and a pair of white and pink converse, she was ready to go, practically skipping to the tune of her racing heart.
As she left, she checked her reflection in the mirror, flinging around her light brown hair extensions. Namjoo let out a laugh, clearly not used to the extra weight on her head and swung the hair onto one side to make it more manageable. After tying it into a low ponytail, she checked her phone and sped around the corner. I’m late! I’m already late! She wanted to smack herself in the face. What could be worse than being late? It wasn’t like her Eunkwang Oppa would be the type to leave right away; however, it was the fact that he would wait, for hours even, that made her heart clench.
The ride over to the café was uneventful (except for her manager’s odd looks at her disguise and constant questions that would never get fully answered before Namjoo fell into a fit of excited laughter). She hopped out of the van and was about to send a text noting her arrival before simply shrugging her shoulders and slinking inside. As the chimes rang above her head, she adjusted her large dork glasses and bowed to the café staff before skirting behind Eunkwang, lightly resting the palms of her hands against his eyes.
“Guess who?” she mumbled, not even attempting to mask her voice. “You don’t get three guesses. You say the wrong name and I’ll leave,” she joked, stretching her arms out to hug him around his neck from behind. Ah, she was feeling a bit bold today, that Kim Namjoo.
[A Family Affair] Lee – Kim Dinner, Namjoo && Changsub
Changsub felt sleepy. In fact, he usually looked sleepy, but he rarely actually felt quite as tired as he looked. This time, however, his body definitely felt what his face was expressing. He poked his own cheeks as he stared in the mirror, massaging his face into various shapes and expressions before he sat on the floor, staring at his reflection. He had an important dinner tonight but he hadn’t yet started to get ready. The clock on the wall continued to tick towards 7 o’clock, but here he was sat cross-legged on the floor. “What to wear…" he murmured to himself lazily, trying to picture his wardrobe in his mind rather than getting up and searching through the closet himself.
"Don’t you have somewhere to be?" His manager had stepped in, most likely to see if anyone was still left in the dorm. Everyone else had some kind of schedule or another to be at, except for him. He groaned, his manager obviously forgetting that he didn’t have anything on his schedule except dinner with family.
Slowly, he picked himself off of the ground and got to his feet, his left hand rumpling his hair. “Yes hyung, I have dinner" He replied, shuffling from the bedroom to what the members liked to call the ‘dressing room’ or ‘wardrobe’ since it was, basically, just one room full of their respective closets and clothes. He pulled open the door to his and allowed his eyes to roam over the selection within. He wasn’t feeling particularly picky, so he plucked one of his nicer t-shirts off of a hanger and held it out for inspection. No wrinkles, no profane words splashed across the front; this would do fine. He pulled it over his head, his hair getting mussed up every which way. He patted the locks down with one hand before selecting a pair of clean jeans and pulling them on. He looked down. No holes. Not too much distressed dye. His mother would have no reason to complain that he looked like a hobo now.
WIth a smile, he pulled his phone out of his pocket, sending Namjoo a message to let her know that he was dressed and on his way.
After much deliberation, Namjoo waited patiently outside of the dorms waiting for the telltale dark van to pull up in front. The restaurant wasn’t too far away, so she wasn’t too worried about being late. With her hands carefully clasped underneath her pink cardigan, she leaned back against the wall, wondering what news the family would bring to the table. Had any of her cousins graduated already? Was her grandmother’s health okay? Did her father still smoke even though she had once begged him to stop every day?
She shook away all the questions that piled up in her mind as she saw the van approaching, kicking away from the brick wall as she rushed towards the open door. Namjoo hastily lugged the large laundry bag into the van first, taking a glance around before sliding into the car after it. “Aisssh~ it’s so heavy. How much underwear is in that?” she greeted, letting out a loud laugh and lunging for a hug from her old friend. After she pulled back, she gave him the once-over before shaking her head and adjusting the fold of his collar while shaking her head, just like how Mrs. Lee would since they were young. “Oppa, what are you planning on ordering tonight? Let’s coordinate this so I can eat some of yours—I mean!” She laughed, covering her mouth with the palm of her hand. “Just kidding,” she cooed with a mischievous grin.
Shuffling back to sit in her seat and making herself comfortable for the short drive, Namjoo pulled out her phone to share the text message she had gotten from his mother only a few minutes earlier. “Ah, they’ve arrived already! I’m so excited!” she raised her hands and did a silent cheer. “But how have you been, Changsub Oppa?” she tilted her head, eyeing him. “Been practicing till late? Do I need to put make up on you so your umma doesn’t see your panda eyes?” she asked, being quite serious since she knew how worrisome Auntie Lee could get. It was always better to let the family believe in the illusion that idoldom was all fun and games. Don’t get her wrong, she did find being an idol very much worth the sweat and tears, but her parents would beg differently. But that was another story entirely…
“Asa! We’re here!” she cried before flinging the door open and jumping out of the van, the ribbon in her hair practically smacking her in the face with the passing wind. The sun was only beginning it’s decent beyond the horizon, the summer breeze a refreshing break from the air-conditioned rooms of the company building and the entertainment studios. The change of scenery along with the anticipation of seeing her beloved family lifted Namjoo’s spirit immediately. “They’re in one of the back rooms, nae? Do you think they already ordered without us?”